Gift Details ♥
Reader: Cis-fem!sub Reader
Character: Donquixote Doflamingo
Kink: #15 Bratty Reader #17 Degradation/Humiliation
Prompt: #20 "Kiss me like you missed me." 

Summary: Doflamingo up and left you without and word, and upon his return home expects you to kiss him like you missed him. Instead, you snub him, and storm off to your room. Only to have the king of the castle storm in behind you.

Content Notes: degradation, dirty pet names, attitude from the reader and Doffy, string bondage, rough oral sex, edging

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

The large hand almost engulfs your face, forcing you to look at him. You can see the vein in his forehead throbbing, despite the wide grin on his face. He's not amused at all, and frankly, you didn't want him to be. You were mad.

He had left without a word. For days. You didn't even get a single word from him over transponder snail and had to find out he was gone on business from fucking Trebol of all people. Which meant you didn't just get a simple report, you had to humor him for nearly an hour, and he would not stop talking.

Nothing against Trebol, but you hadn't been in any sort of humoring mood when you'd learned your one and only had just up and ghosted without a single word.

Upon his return Doffy had explained to you that the business at hand had been severely urgent, and that he had been well and truly indisposed during the time he was gone. He wasn't one who was overly interested in explaining himself, in any capacity, so the fact that he went that far should have been enough.

Normally, it would be.

But normally he didn't leave you for days at a time without so much as an assurance that he wasn't dead somewhere.

Implying that someone could take him down had been the wrong choice of words on your part, and now here you were. Face held, and an angry lover in front of you.

Your brows knit, anger welling up in you in return, and you pull your face away, batting his hand aside. You're painfully aware of the fact that he allowed both actions. He's always allowed you a level of bodily autonomy he didn't have to, given his strength and position.

"I was worried. You're dealing with all manner of people and who knows what lucky bastard fate's set against you?" You grumble, crossing your arms and turning away. "I did miss you, but – ah!" You feel the strings over take you, binding your body, and forcing your arms behind your back in practice movements.

"Doffy! Let me-aaahhhhmm-shit." You struggle at first, but his tongue against your neck, and his hand down your pants was too much all at once. He's persistent, but gentle, and the gentleness is raising your temperature and addling your brain as he deftly teases your clit.

You can hear his laugh flutter against your skin as his voice threads through your ear. "My, my, you're already soaking wet. My little whore wants to talk back to me? After I already gave her more than she deserved by explaining myself?

"It seems my favorite brat needs a lesson in manners." He growls, a thick finger sliding into your mouth and pressing against your tongue before you can say anything in protest.

One of the biggest reasons that Doflamingo was able to manipulate you, had almost nothing to do with the fact that he was incredibly good at manipulating people. It was because you were weak to being bound, used, and pump full of either pleasure or pain. Your connection ran deeper than merely shared twisted carnal desires, but you were certain his reaction to your sass was because he had missed you too.

In more ways than one.

And this would handle two issues at once.

You could hear the sloppy wet sounds from your mouth and your thighs, the heat building in your core as you couldn't hope to squirm away. Your breath was hot and coming out in huffs around his finger and you shiver in the threads around you as the pleasure was making your legs shake.

" 'Offy, 'lease." You mumble around his finger.

"Mmm, no." He answers, finger leaving your clit just as you were certain you were going to cum. He cleans his finger off by wiping it on your shirt before he rips the garment away from you. Threads slip between you and the rest of your clothes, ripping them to pieces and leaving the tattered bits to hang from the other threads that held you.

"Not a word." He growls, taking his finger out of your mouth and walking away. You can hear the shift of cloth from behind you. You aren't surprised when his strings move you, to see him seated on the edge of your bed, nothing on except his feather coat.

He brings you between his knees, his hand pushing your head to his semi-hard cock. "Welcome me home." He commands.

You're already on thin ice, but you're also still irritated with him, so you give his shaft a few licks and a kiss before you look up at him and stick your tongue out. The devilish grin on his face doesn't have the throbbing vein to go with it and he laughs.

"I do love that about you," he admits, grabbing your hair roughly and shoving himself into your mouth. "But it was not a request, my love."

You do your best to adjust quickly to the assault. His dry cock stuck to your lips a few times until you were able to get everything nice and wet. The discomfort gave way to a more comfortable set up, and Doffy let go of his grip on your hair as you began to suck and lick him properly on your own.

"Much better." He muses, shifting his hips every now and then to drive himself a little deeper into your throat. "That's how you greet me properly, slut. I was too kind to request a simple kiss, it seems."

You lean back to say something, but before you can even squeak, his hand is in your hair again, pushing you back down.

"I said, 'not a word', and I meant it, my sweet bird." He hums, shoving his hard cock down your throat until you're gagging and crying from the actions. He moves in long enough strokes to allow you to breathe, even giving you a moment to cough and sputter a few times before continuing. He never allows you enough time to speak, and after a few moments he pushes almost painfully deep, forcing your nose into his pubes and forcing stars across your vision.

He pulls out to you sputtering and coughing, tears and snot and drool sliding down your face before he adds his cum to the mess. He smears the mess around your face and down to your chest, pinching your nipples roughly and forcing a yelp from you before he stops.

"Speak, brat, what do you say?" He asks, leaning back and glaring down at you.

"Th-thank you, sir." You gasp, coughing once more to clear your throat. "Wel... welcome home." You add quietly, heat flushing through your body.

Strings lift you up, forcing you to straddle his large waist, spreading your legs wide. You can feel his dick twitching against your slit.

"Better," he muses, pulling a larger scrap of your ruined clothes free and using it to clean up your face. "Now, my sweet little bird, prove you missed me and kiss me accordingly." He commands.

You can feel some of the threads go slack and you're able to move your arms again. You reach out, cupping his face in your hands and bringing the two of you together.

"I missed you, Doffy, you bastard." You say with a genuine smile, closing the small distance between you and kissing him. Softly at first, peppering him with a few brief kisses before parting your lips and urging him to devour you in return.

He held you in place, kissing you sweetly, as you felt the tip of his hard cock prodding your slick folds, pushing slowly into your pussy. You gasped and moaned into the kiss, welcoming the dangerously thick intrusion that promised to properly apologize to you for his extended absence.