"That's not fair," you protest, but your voice is barely a whisper as you feel your gaze trapped by those eyes.

He leans closer and it's only when he looks down to your lips that you can feel yourself almost relax. Your heart is pounding in your chest and your skin is on fire – you haven't even been touched yet, but the whole day has been leading to this, intentionally or not. Anticipation has had you on edge since before dinner.

He stops, impossibly close, and his voice rolls over you. "Kiss me, (Y/N)."

Licking your lips lightly you swallow, before leaning forward to close the space between you. Running your lips over his so softly as to barely make contact, you reach out with your hand to slide apprehensive and needy fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck, and then lean in deeper with the kiss. Your eyes close as a satisfied moan rises up in your throat and shivers through your lips.

Doflamingo gives an appreciative grunt as his hand slips against your back, pulling you into him while his other hand keeps its hold on the backrest of the seat. Arching your back you gasp a shaky breath, but the small space between you is no longer tolerated and he leans in and resumes the kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth. You've made out with people before now, but that was on equal footing, here you are no match, and he makes no effort to entertain the fantasy that you stand a chance.

Within the confines of the limo, he moves, and the flowing fabric of your gown is pulled taut as your positions change. Your knees are now on either side of his hips as he sits on the leather seats. One of his hands cradles your head, the other wraps around your waist a strange, and delightful mix of possessive and protective.

Your hands seem restless by comparison, finally able to touch what had lingered on the corners of your imagination for the last few days. Your fingers run through his hair and dance along the lines of his neck and shoulders, but once you find the resistance of fabric you move back up to his neck, teasing the edges of his short hair. From your new position some semblance of control seems easier, even if you know better.

Breaking the kiss that's threatening to steal the air from your lungs you lean back. Gasping for breath you exhale a moan into the air, thinking that if kissing him was this good, the sex might kill you. You start to speak, to say as much, but he pulls you in again with a demanding low moan that vibrates into your chest and sends a shiver through your heart.

Hot lips sear into your neck, and your illusion of control shatters before you could even hope to test it. The speed of his movements and the unexpected sensations cause you to squeak in surprise, but the embarrassing squeak is abandoned and replaced by a needy whine. The hand at the back of your head was no longer cradling you, the fingers were threaded into your hair, destroying all of Violet's earlier work, and holding you exactly where he wanted.

You couldn't process exactly what he was doing, between his lips and tongue and nipping teeth, all you knew were the continual sensations dancing across your skin. Stings of pain darted through the rolling pleasure, and you were sure you would be covered in marks the next day, but you couldn't even muster a word of protest in your current state.

He pulls you into another deep kiss, devouring the whining moans you couldn't seem to stifle, and running his fingers down your spine. You had no idea how sensitive your back was, and you wriggled from the shivers running down your spine, locked into the kiss and trapped entirely.

Just as you were starting to feel lightheaded from the kiss, he breaks it off, raining softer kisses down along your jaw, to your neck, and then along your collarbone. Catching your breath, you run your fingers through his short hair, enjoying this brief respite of slightly less intense sensations.

"If you scramble my mind too much," you muse, moaning lightly at the continued gentle kisses, "I won't be able to scream your name later. Doflamingo is a little complicated when I'm not sure I could have said my own name right now."

That deep velvet laugh rumbles against your chest as he leans into your shoulder for a moment. You had to bite into your knuckle again, to avoid moaning at the sound. Of all kinks to stumble across, auralism wasn't on your list.

He shifts his head against your shoulder, tilting his mouth upward and nipping briefly at your earlobe. "My dear, I have no intention of allowing you the sense to say anything later." He purrs.

"Hnnngh, fuck." You hiss softly, unable to keep quiet after that. You lean back into his hands, but you weren't trying to get away. "While I knew you were trouble, I have to say I wasn't expecting it to be this fitting."

You could feel his eyes on you. "You have time to decide I'm too much trouble," He speaks in a low almost desperate way, and you look at him to see the barest hint of concern on his face, "Lao can take you home, instead, if you so wish."

"If I truly tell you to stop, no matter when, could you?" You ask quietly, your eyes slipping from his gaze and down to his lips as you lean toward him. "Can you mitigate risks that delicately, Trouble?"

"Despite my desires, I'm not a mindless beast," His words come out in a husky growl, but there's no anger in them, just need.

Leaning a little closer, you hold his face in your hands, keeping that terrible slim distance between you a moment longer. "Promise me," you demand, and you are surprised by the force behind your words.

He looks up into your eyes and holds your gaze before replying. "I promise, (Y/N)."

The space between you disappears and your world blurs. You recognize the sensation of leaving the limo, but you don't think there was a missed beat of kissing – you didn't even consciously clock Lao opening the door. Your feet don't touch the ground, as Doflamingo holds you in his arms, and you're vaguely aware that you've come in from the backside of the estate.

He shifts you, a firm hand on your ass and you clap your hands over your mouth to stifle the squeaky moan as he moves you over his shoulder. He steps us into an elevator and as the doors close, you feel his other hand slip under the gown and travel up the back of your leg. The ticklish sensation is erotic at the same time and your gasping moans bounce around inside the elevator and you fight to keep from squirming too much.

"Haa, haa-nngh, Not fair – not fair!" His hand squeezes your ass in response and fingernails drag down the back of your leg and the cry you let out is nearly orgasmic, surprising both of you.

"My dear," he begins, a questioning tone in his voice.

"I-I did not!" You protest, cutting him off before he can ask. "A-almost, but I didn't." You assert, beet red and trembling.

The elevator doors open and you're on a floor you hadn't seen earlier. His hands continue to wander over you while holding you in place.

"Ah, n-no-not here!" You gasp, "I don't want to dis-s-s-sturb anyone." It's difficult to talk when he won't stop teasing you.

"There's no one else on this floor tonight." He assures you, and the tone of his voice sends shivers through your whole body. "You can be as loud as I make you."

Oh shit.

"I don't think I'm tall enough for this ride," you laugh nervously as he steps into his bedroom. It's a room, it has a bed, your brain can't comprehend any details that aren't directly related to his body right now.

"I can promise that you are." He replies, a predatory grin on his face as he sets you on the bed gently.

You're held in place by the sound of his voice and you feel your body tense as one large hand lifts your leg by the calf and his other hand slips off one of your heels. The heat rises in your body, and you feel a knot pool in your stomach as he leans down and kisses your leg through the stockings. His movements are a mix of teasing touches and strong pushes, massaging some of the tension out of your feet and legs.

As good as it feels, the flight response in your body kicks in and you start squirming deeper onto the bed in an effort to wriggle from him. Getting tangled in the gown you don't get far, but instead of pulling you back to him, he stands up. His tongue slips across his lips as he loosens his tie and pulls it free dropping it onto the bed and leaving his jacket on the floor as he begins to unbutton the shirt underneath. His motions are smooth and almost hypnotizing, and you turn over onto your stomach to break the gaze.

His knee presses into the bed and you realize that the skirt of your gown is caught under it, one of his hands engulfs your wrist, and his other grabs the back of your thigh, roughly pushing up to your ass to squeeze it and eliciting a guttural moan from you. You suck in air as he leans down and claims the back of your neck with toothy kiss, nipping at your skin as you feel his hand free the clasp of the gown and begin to unzip it.

He doesn't kiss you as he slowly pulls the delicate zipper down, but you're still panting and squirming under him. The sensation of the gown loosening, and the soft sound of the zipper moving are enough to fill you up with desire for what's to come. You can feel everything against your skin, you've never been so on edge before.

"Gods," you breathe into the bedding. "It's... too much." You manage to wriggle enough to look at him from over your shoulder. "Please."

There's a ripping sound followed by a rush of cool air against your skin, the soft click of scattered accents rains down on the floor as the tattered gown disappears off the bed. Tattoos and scars make their own sort of lace underneath the delicate lingerie you had on under the gown, and you're shifted onto your back.

You hardly catch your breath as he leans toward you, one arm above your head bracing himself over you, his other hand is sliding down your stomach. You keep your eyes on his, desire etched into your features. You can't find any words, but your breathy gasps become more like moans as his hand travels further down. When his finger slips under band of the lacy panties, you tear your gaze away and hide your face as much as you can in your position.

His hand stops, and after a second you hear his voice far huskier and breathless than you expected.

"Look at me, (Y/N). I want to see your face when you come." The shiver his words evoke through your body almost causes you to do so right then and there. You manage to turn toward him,  so hot and needy, your eyes are almost too wet to see him clearly, but you make sure you keep facing him.

His hand continues, and his middle finger slips into your soaking wet folds, finding your clit like he knew where it was better than you did. Sucking in air at the powerful sensation, your hips buck up into the air, pushing into his hand. He hooks a leg over yours, holding you in place better, and leaning his face closer to yours as his finger begins making slow circles against the bundle of nerves. His hot breath washes over you, and he licks along your lips as your breath starts coming in shorter, heavier bursts.

"D-dofla-a-amingo, I'm... gonna..."

"Scream for me, kitten." You grab his wrist as though you have the strength to wrest his hand away and you cry out as the cascade of spasming muscles and delicious pleasures tear through your body.

But he's not a vibrator, and you're not in control, and what you thought was the peak of pleasure continues to build and his finger doesn't stop. Your cries of pleasure turn deeper, almost like a primal growl more than the airy sounds before, and you feel like you're losing control of your body. Without warning you're moaning into his mouth as his lips devour the sounds coming from you.

Dizzy and out of breath when he breaks off the kiss, your mind is a hazy mess of barely organized thoughts. You can sense his enjoyment of your situation more than you can comprehend it, and then his hand slips even lower into the soaking wet mess that you've become.

You don't make a sound as your breath catches, that same skilled finger pushing inside of you slowly. There's no pain, just a sensation of being filled. As the finger slips out, two push into you the next time. Your caught breath releases and you gasp as two thick fingers pass the boundary of merely being filled, and you can feel the pressure of your body stretching to accommodate him.

"Tell me if it hurts, (Y/N)." He says gently, moving his fingers around in the soaking mess before sliding them back out.

Scrambling to brace against him, your legs opening on their own you shake your head. "- It. Doesn't, it doesn't!"

You feel more fingers enter, a little more slowly this time, and the stretching feeling goes deeper. There's no pain, but you feel impossibly full. There's a nip at your ear. "Keep talking to me, kitten."

"No, no pain," you gasp, realizing as you spoke that you'd been holding your breath again. "It's just... weird!"

Doflamingo shifts, and the hand that isn't between your thighs slips under your back. Your bra is loose before you've even registered what he was doing, and he pulls it away with ease. Kisses rain down on your neck, down to your collarbone, and along the rise of your breast as a fourth finger is slowly added. The sensation of the slow stretch with the lightning pleasure of his lips and teeth playing at your nipple cause you to buck again, but you have nowhere to go, and he holds you in place before you can squirm too much.

"Hnngh, I can feel it... b-building again." You gasp, and as he shifts again, his hand pulls out of you and drags the last of your lingerie with it. Thigh-high stockings are all you have left, and he seems content to leave them and the garter belt holding them, in place as he stands beside the bed.

That devilish lick of his lips is all you can focus on until his pants fall away. You can't help the gulp that overtakes you at the size of his cock. You feel a little accomplished that its current state is entirely your fault, but you're not sure it's meant to fit anywhere decent.

He rolls a condom on as he comes back onto the bed, his knees between your legs, pushing them open as he readjusts you easily. With your hips lifted up, your shoulders are pushed into the bed, but you can't take your eyes off the fucking spear twitching against your thigh. You can't say what you feel is anything akin to fear, but your mind is desperately trying to sort out the logistics as to how this is going to work.

His hips shift, rubbing his cock against the soaked lips of your dripping pussy, and rubbing against your clit from time to time. His eyes are on you, and you can only glance at him for a moment, before looking back down. His steady motion is building the heat back up inside you, not that it had died down much in the short time it took him to put on the condom.

"Now's the last easy chance to stop," He admits, in a voice that decidedly does not want to stop. "After this it will be far more difficult."

Your hips shift, moving against him. "Just... slowly." You manage, "Slowly please."

"As you wish, my dear." He purrs, and shifts the angle enough to start pushing inside you.

You were soaking wet, and he's been thorough in preparing everything, so you weren't surprised at the lack of sharp pain, but there was a dull feeling from being stretched so completely. After he pushes in a little, he pulls back out slowly, and then pushes in a little deeper. It was a tortuously slow pace, but halfway in he moves his thumb and starts rolling it over your clit.

You suck in a breath at this new pleasure and hear him grunt as your entire body tenses. He continues to ease himself in deeper, teasing you as the pleasure builds up inside you again.

"Sensitive little kitten." He purrs, filling you to the last. You hadn't the air to respond to him, cheekily or otherwise, and your toes curled as he pulls back and begins to move inside you.

Toys were a great way to pass an afternoon on your own, but nothing you had could compare to the sensations in your body right now. You vaguely wondered what kind of devil he would be if he utilized toys and thought you might not be able to survive such a combination.

The slow rhythm was delicious, but after a moment you wanted something more. The pleasure was building, internally and externally, and your legs were beginning to tremble.

"M-More, please," you beg. "Faster."

He slows down more and grins at you, making sure he has your attention, foggy as your brain was.

"Doffy," He says in that velvet rich voice, an edge of command in it that wasn't there before now. "Call me Doffy, and beg, kitten."

"Haa, ha – not a beast my ass," you smirk before biting your lip, feeling your face somehow becoming even hotter. "Please, give me more." It was hard to form words with how much you were panting, but you continued. "M-move, faster. L-let me cum against your cock," gods you had a dirtier mouth than you thought you did, "– Doffy, please!"

You could almost see something snap, and you heard a noise come from him that was somewhere between a growl and a chuckle. He shifts, hooking your legs over his arms and grabbing your forearms with his hands, before leaning close and whispering into your ear.

"I said I wasn't a mindless beast, (Y/N)." His pace quickens before you can fully process what he'd whispered into your ear. Long strokes push into you, each one feeling like it filled you up more than the last. The long steady rhythm moves faster, and skin smacks against skin as his thrusts pushed the air from you and fill your body with pleasure.

You couldn't squirm away; you couldn't wriggle out of from under him. You were held in place as the pleasure rolls up inside you and starts to overtake all your senses. Your toes curl and you make formless noises, trying to tell him you were close but unable to remember the shape of words.

Screaming something into the cool air of the bedroom, your body clenches and tightens around him. You don't know if it was his name or his nickname or just some primal curse. Whatever it was seemed to work just fine, as a few erratic and growled thrusts from Doflamingo and you could feel him twitching inside you against the tight, sensitive parts of your body.

He gives you a second to catch your breath, before releasing his grip on your forearms and leaning down to kiss you while he pulls himself out of you. Moaning into the kiss, the strange sensation of being left empty, elicits a sad whimpering sound from you.

Breaking off the kiss, he steps back from the bed, discarding the used condom and then laying down beside you. You were still breathing hard, your whole body on edge, but at the same time you were relaxed. Exhaustion tugs at your muscles, but your senses are still sharp. He pulls you against him, kissing your forehead as he runs his fingers through your hair.

He puts his chin against the top of your head and continues to pet your hair and lightly stroke your body. It was comforting after the almost overwhelming feeling of emptiness when he had pulled out moments before. A lazy smile spread across your face, and you press a hand against his chest, kissing his collarbone.

"I doubt I need to say so," your voice was barely above a whisper. "But holy shit, Trouble, that was amazing."

He chuckles and kisses your forehead again, leaning over you enough to be able to look in your eyes. "You didn't need to say so, but it's still nice to hear."

"Do you hurt anywhere?" He inquires after a moment.

"Mmm, I don't feel any sharp pains right now," you assure him, "but I'm certain I'm going to be sore tomorrow."

You notice a clock and your eyes go wide. "Is it seriously only 9 'o clock?"

Doflamingo hums. "We had an early dinner, my dear, and an equally early dessert."

You twist around a little, pushing him onto his back and putting your chest against his. "I would love to say something powerful like 'Let's go for round 2!'," You grin, putting one arm up in a dramatic flourish before putting it back down against his chest, "But I have work tomorrow. I, also, don't want to go home just yet, soooo I was thinking, we could get cleaned up, and head over to Q's for a late second dinner."

Doflamingo smiles and seems to be considering your proposition.

"Or, if you've had your fun, Mr. sex machine, you can always just kick me out." You had a wide smile on your face because you were teasing him, but there was a pang in your heart at the thought of this being a one-time thing.

After another moment's pause, he chuckles. "It appears, my dear, you aren't the only one who doesn't want this evening to end, either."

You gave a mischievous hum and grin your Cheshire grin, before pushing yourself upright and turning away. "Careful you don't fall for me Mr. Donquixote, I've been told I'm quite impossible to pin down."

You weren't looking at him as you picked a random piece of clothing to cover yourself with, but you could envision his expression based on the sound of his tone. "I believe I pinned you down rather effectively just now, Miss (Y/N)."

Ah ha, oh no.