Dressrosa was known for its overflowing passion and beautiful women, the fiery love in the air matched only by the balmy weather. With its bright streets and overflowing wealth, people flocked to Dressrosa like insects to a sweet, sweet nectar. There were more than a thousand ways for one to become embroiled in the country's heated way of life, indulging in the temptations that came along with such things.

Having lived here for a good portion of your life, you were no stranger to the troubles such a lifestyle attracted. A man who could not contain his passion was often stabbed when he turned his eyes to look at another woman. Popular men and women alike brought these troubles with them; the men being stabbed by women who perceived them as theirs and the women stabbing men who could not resist their charms despite already having another. It happened often enough that the saying 'the more beautiful the woman, the more people she's stabbed' had somehow become common sense.

Although you had not stabbed anyone over love, if your problems were to fall into one of these categories, they would fall into the former.

"Fufuffu, how passionate~"

The tall blond grinned as you pinned him to the ground beneath you. He was flat on his back, fluffy pink coat acting as a cushion for his fall. You sat on his chest, legs spread to either side of him. Rather than 'pinning' him down, it was more accurate to say you were riding him due to the vast difference in height.

"You've played with my feelings too many times, Doffy," you snarled, pressing down on his chest as if to restrict him.

He watched from behind his sunglasses with a look of amusement, making no effort to move. "I have no idea what you mean."

"Don't play dumb with me," you snapped. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

He tilted his head to the side, pretending to consider it. "I'm afraid I don't," he said, smirking. "Maybe you could remind me?"

"I'm quite sure I don't need to remind you of every body that's been pressed against yours, especially considering how much fun you seem to have with them."

"Is that what you think of it?" he hummed, making you furrow your brows.

"I'm not blind, Doffy. Even if it's a ploy to make me jealous, it's unforgivable."

"Oh, figured it out, did you? You're cute when you're angry."

You glared at him, having hit the nail on the head. "You know just how to annoy me, don't you? Pressing my buttons like this..." Leaning down, you ignored the grin on his face as you nipped at his ear. "You're going to get burned. You're mine," you growled, dragging your nails down his chest. "I won't give you up to anyone." You licked and sucked at the exposed skin of his neck, leaving a trail of red and purple marks. "I'll make sure everyone knows just who you belong to."

Leading your tongue up his neck to his jaw, you breathed against him hotly, nails scraping at his clavicles. You could feel him watching you with amusement, a low rumble in his chest as you pressed your lips to his. Your tongue snaked past his teeth and tangled with his, an involuntary moan slipping past your lips when you felt him run a large hand under your clothes and up the skin of your side. He looked up at you mockingly.

I thought you said I was going to get burned?

In your mind, you saw his lips twist into a sneer and felt a surge of annoyance through your veins. Without a second thought, you bit down onto his lip. He grunted at the sudden pain, a hand reaching up only to come away with blood.

Your teeth gleamed darkly as you licked away the blood on them.

Haki, huh?

Seeing you with a carnivorous look in your eye, he couldn't help but grin. The idea of being prey amused him greatly and his chest vibrated gently as you ran your tongue over his injured lip, one hand pushing his arm back onto the ground.

Roughly, you slid your hands under the fabric of his shirt and pushed it away from his body. Your lips descended quickly as you slid down, leaving a combination of kiss and bite marks on his exposed skin and making sure to give his defined abs and pectorals special attention. He ran his tongue over his teeth, body temperature rising as your hands stroked his sides and brushed against the bulge in his capris.

"Finally feeling it, are we?" you cooed victoriously, proceeding to grind your pelvis against his teasingly.

You felt the bulge in his pants grow slightly larger and couldn't help but smile as you watched his face start to twist with desire. Letting your fingers run over his hip bones, they slid under the edge of his pants and began to lower them with practiced ease. His member strained at the restrictive fabric, springing upward when it had finally been freed.

Grasping the warm muscle in both hands, you gently pressed your lips to the tip and began pumping your hands up and down. You opened your mouth to allow your tongue to lap teasingly at the tip, relishing in the slight groans from Doflamingo as his hands came to tangle in your hair. Increasing your pace, you now ran your tongue down the entire length of his shaft, leaving one hand playing with his tip while the other grasped his balls.

He had his eyes closed, fingers pulling at your hair as he tightened his grip, breath heavy as he sighed with pleasure. You planted kisses on his member, sucking at the vein on the underside before returning to the tip and placing it in your mouth, the warmth making him shiver. Rhythmically, you began to slide it in and out of your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat as you fought to suppress your gag reflex.

You heard him moan lowly, his teeth gritting as he looked down at you. His eyes were bleary with arousal behind his sunglasses, brows furrowed with concentration even as a slight smile remained on his lips. Suddenly, you felt him press your head downward onto himself, forcing him deeper into your throat, faster and faster. His breathing grew more and more ragged and you could feel his hips buckle as he came in your throat, letting out a long, breathy grunt as he did so.

Releasing yourself from his hold, you coughed, throat sticky with a load of white fluid which overflowed and ran down your chin even as you swallowed the rest. "Fufufuu...you look quite sexy like that," he stated quietly, still out of breath, as he looked at you with tears in your eyes. You glared at him weakly, holding a slight grudge against him for assaulting your throat so relentlessly. "But playtime's over," he continued, pushing himself into a sitting position, his face inches from yours.

Without a word, he stood and lifted you up, pants held up with one hand as he placed you on the mattress in one hulking stride, and pressed himself between your thighs. "Look at how wet you are," he said with a cackle, a single finger reaching out to stroke your moist center over your panties.

As if to illustrate his point, he pulled it away and showed you his long finger, now wet with your fluids. He brought it to his mouth and licked it off, causing your face to flush.

"That's a nice reaction." He snickered and pushed you onto your back.

His slender fingers slid down your neck and across your collarbone, sending gentle shivers down your spine, before they unbuttoned your vest with experienced motions. Even when faced with your lacy bra, all it took was a simple flick of his fingers and your breasts were free.

Seeing your face turn slightly redder, his face twisted even more, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he smiled wickedly. He ran his finger over your exposed nipple and watched with satisfaction as you gasped, body tensing beneath him.

Biting down on your lower lip, you used your legs to pull him closer, his arousal, which had hardened once again, barely touching yours. He looked down at you and grinned as if to say 'Not yet.'

Bringing his head close down, he pressed his lips to yours. You moaned into his lips, hands burying themselves in his short blond hair as you brought him closer to you, wanting to deepen it. He smirked and obliged, his tongue quickly snaking its way past your teeth to intertwine with your own.

His hands played with your breasts, cupping them and tweaking your nipples, fingers ghosting over your heated skin and making your breath catch. You could see his eyes past the reflection on his sunglasses, the glint of lust unmistakeable even as you saw the reflected image of tears in your own. When he finally pulled his lips away, he licked them hungrily before removing your mini skirt and panties and rubbing his fingers against your opening.

Feeling him push one in, you couldn't help but whimper. He pumped it in and out, stretching you out steadily before adding more. As he did this, he ran his teeth over your skin, suckling on your breasts and biting at your hip bones. You squirmed under his touch like an injured bird trying to escape its captor, moans passing through your lips with each movement.

It was only when he could fit three fingers that he removed them. Once again, he positioned himself between your thighs, his pants now slack at his ankles, before he pressed the shaft of his erection against you. He ground against you, covering himself in your fluids, as you lifted your hips and pulled him against you. "I want it," you managed to squeeze out between breaths, one finger scraping against your bottom lip seductively.

"Fufuffu. What is it you want?" he teased, voice low with arousal as he rubbed himself against you harder. "Tell me clearly."

"Mm! Even at a time like this, you're such a tease...!"

"You enjoy it."

"I won't - ah! - deny it." You gasped again as he nipped at the flesh of your neck, running his warm tongue over your jaw.

"So?" he whispered beside your ear, hot breath blowing across your cheek.

"I want you to fuck me," you growled back, digging your nails into his back. "Make me yours."

Upon your declaration, his hard cock slipped inside you. Since you were so wet, it slid in easily despite its large size, the walls of your vagina tightening around it as he thrusted the rest into you.

He grunted under his breath, pausing for a moment to regain his composure as you lay beneath him. A yelp escaped your lips as he began to move, slowly pulling back before slamming it back it. His pace was slow at first, one hand out on the sheet beside your head to support himself as he thrust his hips back and forth. Managing to get a hold on yourself, you, too, began thrusting your hips against his as you hung off his neck, stealing messy kisses from his lips as you mewled with pleasure.

Steadily, the pressure in your stomach built up, climbing higher each time his hips met with your own and his fingers placed butterfly touches on your skin. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and skin slapping skin, the bed creaking loudly under the stress. You could barely hear anything over your heartbeat ringing in your ears, eyes locked on Doffy's as your lips met in one kiss after the other.

You let out a strangled cry as the pressure in your stomach boiled over, the muscles in your body tensing and you arched into him as you reached your climax. He continued to thrust into you, breath catching in his throat as you constricted around him, causing him to burst. He shuddered before falling on top of you, both elbows buried in the sheets as you felt warmth spreading in your abdomen.

Slowly, he pulled his member from you, covered in a mix of clear and white fluids, and sat himself on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily as he rested his elbows on his knees. There was blood on his chest, small droplets forming where he had been bitten previously. Looking down, you saw the same on yourself, bruises beginning to form on wounds you hadn't even felt through the waves of pleasure rolling over you. You ran your fingers over them gently, letting a smile form on your lips.

Pushing yourself up with shaky arms, you let yourself fall against his side, the warmth of his skin seeping through the fabric of his shirt. He turned his head to look at you before allowing a grin to surface.

Falling onto his back, he pulled you on top of him, bloodied chests flush against each other as you once again pressed your lips against his.

Now everyone would know just who belonged to who.