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It was your first wedding anniversary with Doflamingo. He made a reservation at the most expensive restaurant and the head chef came out to personally greet him. He instructed the waiter to give the two of you anything you wanted since you were his special guests for the evening. Doffy chuckled darkly, amused by the little show they were putting on.
After being married to him for a year you’ve gotten tired of everyone trying to gain his favour. You were his arm candy, nothing more, and you were smart enough to never forget it. It was purely a political marriage, one that was convenient for him and you weren’t allowed to have a say in the matter. Once you got used to him it wasn’t too bad though. He bought you anything you wanted and he was away on business trips a lot, leaving you alone to bide your time in his mansion.
“A bottle of your most expensive wine to start.” Doffy’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.
“Right away, sir,” the waiter said and he was off to put the order in. Doffy was scanning through the menu, you didn’t even bother opening it. He always ordered for you.
The waiter returned with your wine and poured two large glassfuls. Doffy ordered for the both of you and you thought that was the end of it until you felt eyes on you. The waiter made eye contact with you and you looked away quickly. You knew better than to look at any man who wasn’t Doflamingo.
Doffy was allowed to have as many mistresses as his heart desired, you knew about all of them anyway, but you belonged to only him. It’s not like you had a sexless marriage, he wouldn’t keep you around if that was the case. There was a time early on in your marriage where you worked extra hard to learn all the things he liked, in hopes that you’d be his favourite and he would forget about his mistresses. Oh, how naive you were back then. You were good enough at pleasing him that he sought you out regularly, but the mistresses remained.
The waiter disappeared with your order and your eyes followed his movement. His dark hair looked soft, long enough to run your fingers through. Before Doffy could catch you staring you looked away. It was your anniversary, you needed to stay focused. There were different expectations for you tonight. Doffy took you out for expensive dinners often, but on anniversaries you were expected to play the dutiful wife extra well. You would enjoy your dinner together, as close to anything romantic the two of you would ever be, then go home and have the kind of sex that would make a porn star blush.
Your food was brought out suspiciously fast and you wondered if the kitchen didn’t place a rush on it to keep Doflamingo happy. The waiter placed your plates down in front of you and you noticed the tattoos on his hands. The tattoos on his fingers made your mind race and brought a deep blush to your cheeks. You snuck a peek at his face and instantly regretted it. His golden eyes met yours and you blushed harder. Look away, look away, look away! Your brain was screaming at you but you couldn’t bring yourself to listen. He looked away first.
“Is there anything else I can bring for the table?” Doffy dismissed him with a wave of his hand and you glued your eyes to your plate. If he knew of the thoughts you were having about the waiter he’d kill him. That unfortunately didn’t stop your mind from racing. You were overcome with thoughts of his hands all over your body, his head between your legs, his body towering over you as he fucks you. Doffy was going to notice how hard you were blushing. You needed to go splash some cold water on your face before you got yourself in trouble.
“I’m just going to freshen up before I eat,” you announced getting up from the table.
“Hurry back, cariño. We have a busy schedule tonight,” Doffy said, giving your ass a smack as you walked by.
The restaurant was one you’d never been to before so you had to wander around to find the bathroom. As you were turning a corner you bumped into someone’s hard chest.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, ma’am. Are you okay?” It was your waiter.
“It’s okay, I’m fine,” you replied.
“Was there something you needed? Is everything okay with your meal?” he asked.
“Everything is fine, I was just looking for the restroom,” you explained.
“Of course, right this way,” he said and began leading you through the restaurant.
Fate must be playing some cruel joke on you. Here you were, trying to be good and distract yourself, only to have the object of your affection practically fall in your lap. He came to a stop in front of you and gestured to a door that had “Ladies” written on it. Your eyes lingered on his hands again. You wondered where else he had tattoos, picturing all kinds of scenarios. It would be easy enough to find out you thought, and a sinister plan started brewing in your head.
“Do you mind giving me a hand, actually? I can’t reach the zipper on my dress,” you explained innocently, batting your eyelashes in an attempt to convince him that it was an honest request.
“Umm, I don’t know if that’s allowed.” It was his turn to blush now.
“Did your boss not tell you to give us anything we wanted? I’m one of his special guests, remember?” You reminded him. In the back of your mind you worried that Doffy’s manipulative habits had finally rubbed off on you. Now was not the time to worry about that though, because your manipulation seemed to be working.
“Of course, ma’am,” he replied. Before he could say anything else you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the bathroom with you. You took a quick glance around and it was thankfully empty. You locked the door and turned to walk towards the sink. Moving your hair to the side, you glanced back at him expectantly. He moved closer and you could feel the warmth from his hands on your back. You felt the zipper slide down in between your shoulder blades and stop.
“Keep going,” you urged him. He sighed loudly, but didn’t move.
“If this is a test or something that Mr. Donquixote put you up to, I’m sorry, but I have no idea what to do,” he admitted.
“It’s not a test, I just need your help,” you explained. After another sigh you felt him pull the zipper down all the way. “Thank you for your help…” you hesitated, unsure of his name.
“Law.” You turned around to face him, letting your dress fall and pool at your ankles.
“Good, now I know what to scream when you fuck me,” you said before pulling him in for a kiss. Sadly it was over too soon because he pulled away.
“What are you doing?” he asked with shock plastered all over his face.
“Oh, are you not interested?” you asked. How could you have read him so wrong?
“No, it’s not that,” he admitted with a blush. “You have a husband.”
“You mean the one who’s cheated on me more times than I can count? I think it’s my turn to have a little fun, don’t you?” you asked, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. Law took a moment to consider your words. For a second you thought he was just going to storm out, leaving you alone in the bathroom.
“Fuck it,” he sighed and pulled you in for a hungry kiss. You deepened it in no time. Your fingers began working on unbuttoning his black dress shirt. Law helped you remove his shirt, adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor.
“I knew it,” you said to yourself as you ran your fingers over the tattoos covering his torso and arms. He ran his fingers through your hair, grabbing a fistfull of it and bringing you in for a bruising kiss. Your hands eagerly roamed over his body, exploring the surprising amount of lean muscle.
He started backing you up towards the sink, lifting you onto it when your ass made contact with the cold countertop. Law took his place between your thighs, grinding into you. You moaned, breaking the kiss. His lips traveled down your neck, careful not to leave any marks. Before you could register what he was doing, he was on his knees in front of you and moving your panties to the side. His warm tongue snaked up your slit, licking up the slick that had been gathering there all night. Your hands gripped the counter until your knuckles turned white. Law’s tongue circled your clit, flicking it lightly and you had to hold back a scream. Doflamingo never cared about your pleasure, it was always about him, so this was a completely new sensation for you. Law’s tongue kept teasing you, dipping in and out of your leaking hole.
“If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum,” you warned.
“That’s the point, baby,” Law said before diving back in. You tangled your hands in his hair, grinding against his tongue desperately. You were losing control, but you didn’t care, his tongue felt too good. You came with a long moan, legs shaking slightly.
“You’re going to have to keep it down if you want to keep going,” Law warned. “I need this job to get me through med school.” He looked like that, ate pussy, and was going to be a doctor? He just kept getting better.
He tugged on your panties and you lifted your hips to help him take them off. Law unbuttoned his pants just enough to free his painfully hard cock. He ran his tip along your slit, gathering the wetness and stroking it along his length. His tip brushed against your entrance and his eyes met yours. You stared into his golden eyes as he slowly slid inside you. The two of you moaned as your walls stretched around him. Law wasted no time setting a fast rhythm, you were short on time after all.
Suddenly you remembered that Doffy was at the table waiting for you and you almost felt guilty, but then Law angled his hips and perfectly hit that sensitive spot inside of you and your mind went blank. You loudly moaned his name and Law’s hand clamped over your mouth. His hips snapped against you roughly, that’s what you get for being loud you guessed. You weren’t sure if it was really a punishment though.
Law pulled out and manhandled you so that you were bent over the sink counter and he could enter you from behind. He began fucking into you hard and you put one of your legs onto the counter so he could go deeper. The new angle allowed him to hit all the right spots and you were on the verge of cumming again. His hands were gripping your hips so hard you hoped they wouldn’t bruise. All you could do was hold on to the countertop and take what he was giving you. You hadn’t felt this good in years.
Law was pounding into you and the arch in your back was almost painful, but feeling him stretching you so perfectly made it worth it. His hand trailed around the front of your body and his fingers began circling your clit with just the right amount of pressure. You felt yourself getting even wetter, slick dripping down your leg. Law rammed into you at a particularly good angle and the pressure on your clit was just right to send you over the edge. You came hard, pulsing around his cock. He let out a deep groan and you felt him twitch inside you. It registered a minute too late that he had just cum inside of you.
You came down from your high and felt Law pull out of you. The leg you had propped on the counter was starting to hurt so you removed it from the counter. When you stood up you felt warmth rush out between your legs. You turned around and stared at Law in disbelief.
“You came inside me?” you asked, staring at the answer to your question running down your legs.
“Well where was I supposed to cum?” Law asked. “You knew I wasn’t wearing a condom.” He had a point, the heat of the moment did fog up your brain a little. You couldn’t believe you let him fuck you without a condom and you let him cum inside you. This was really not good.
“Just get out,” you said, throwing his shirt at him. Law got redressed almost as fast as he got undressed and left the bathroom in a huff.
How could you let this happen? If this was a year ago it would be fine since you were on birth control then. Except it wasn’t a year ago, and Doffy had told you to get off birth control so he could get you pregnant. He decided a few months ago that it was time for you to have his child and you had been trying, but so far no luck.
You desperately tried to scoop Law’s cum out of you, but he had been pretty deep inside you when he came. What the fuck were you going to do? If you got pregnant with Law’s baby there was no telling what Doflamingo would do to you. Unless, he didn’t know it was Law’s baby. Another sinister plan formed in your head and you quickly put your dress back on and fixed your hair. You balled up your panties that were soaked in your slick (and probably Law’s spit too) in your hand and left the bathroom.
As you made your way back to the table you kept an eye out for Law, but couldn’t spot him anywhere. You hoped no one saw you pull him into the bathroom. What if someone heard you? What if Doffy came looking for you and heard you moaning like a whore for another man? You spotted him at the table and relaxed a little.
“There you are, princess,” he called. “I wondered what was taking so long. Your food got cold. Do you want me to order you a fresh plate?” You didn’t take your seat, instead you stood next to him and leaned down slightly.
“I was kind of hoping we could go home,” you said, slipping your balled up panties into his dress pants pocket. When he registered what you had done he gave you a dangerous smirk.
“I like the sound of that,” he chuckled, throwing a wad of cash onto the table. It was way more than enough to cover the price of the meal, so Law would be getting a decent tip. He did a good job keeping you both happy after all, he deserved it.
You barely made it through the front door of your shared home before Doffy’s lips were on your neck. His big hands were pulling at your dress to expose your tits. You anxiously fiddled with his belt to get it unbuckled. He helped you free his cock and you dropped to your knees. You had done this for him so many times, it was a well-rehearsed routine. He let you get the tip of his cock nice and wet and then he began thrusting into the back of your throat. A year of practicing has taught how to take his cock like an obedient slut.
Maybe it was your guilt over what happened at the restaurant, or maybe you were just anxious to fuck him before he could notice that you were already full of cum, but you sucked his cock with a newfound passion. He groaned loudly and fisted his hand in your hair, guiding your lips along his cock. When he was satisfied, he pulled you off of him. He threw you over his shoulder and carried you upstairs to your bedroom. Once you got to the room you made quick work of undressing yourselves fully. He pushed you down onto the bed and slid his cock along your slit.
“You're this wet from sucking my cock? What a good little slut.” You wondered how much of it was actually your slick and how much of it was Law’s cum that had leaked out. Thankfully, the lights were off so there was no way for either of you to tell.
Doffy wasted no time, thrusting into you at a rough pace. His cock stretched you open, stinging slightly from overstimulation. He was bigger than Law and even though he had stretched you nicely in the restaurant bathroom, it wasn’t enough. Your entrance burned where Doffy’s cock was practically splitting you in half, but when he pushed your legs up so your ankles rested on his shoulders, you didn’t care anymore.
In this position you could feel every inch of his cock pumping in and out of you. It made a loud squelching sound and you looked down to where your two bodies met. You swore you could see Law’s cum being fucked out of you. It was working, Doffy would fill you with his cum and if you got pregnant it would be his baby. You knew you were probably being ridiculous but you were so fucked out already it didn’t matter. Doffy leaned down close to your ear, the angle pushing his cock in even deeper, and whispered:
“Maybe this time it’ll take, what do you think?” His voice was rough, you could tell he was getting off on the idea of fucking you to get you pregnant. “I’m gonna fuck you so full of my cum, you’ll have to be pregnant with my baby after this.” Oh, you really hoped so. The alternative was too scary to think about. Doffy had to be the one to get you pregnant, and maybe if you willed it hard enough it would make it more likely.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Doflamingo groaned. “You’re gripping me so tight. You’re trying to milk all the cum out of me, aren’t you?” The question wasn’t rhetorical, you knew he wanted to hear you beg for it. He always did.
“Yes, I want all your cum. Please, give it to me,” you gasped. “I want you to fuck me pregnant.” Doffy twitched at your words and with a particularly hard thrust you were both cumming. You felt him twitch a few more times, emptying every drop of cum into you. He pulled out once he was sure he gave you everything he had. You kept your legs up in the position Doffy put them in, to help all the cum leak into your cervix. He smirked at your action, knowing what you were doing. When you both caught your breath he turned to face you.
“Whatever has gotten into you,” he began “I hope it sticks around. If you’re going to be this much of a cumslut I’m gonna have trouble keeping my hands off you.” Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Did you finally do it? Does this mean he’d lose interest in his mistresses? You would finally have him all to yourself. He leaned over and gave you a kiss on your forehead, something he never did. Maybe now you would be his favourite. Memories of the restaurant bathroom flashed in your mind and your heart sank with guilt.
“Mark my words, you’ll be pregnant by the end of the week,” he declared. Fuck, you really hoped so.