You are brought back to the manor to have that awaited face-to-face talk with Doffy. Needless to say, it doesn't go as expected.
Note:
Long chapter ahead because at this point I didn't feel like splitting it :P
Warning: NSFW
The nervousness you have been experiencing during the rest of the trip manages to grow even more when you finally enter the city, and it reaches stratospheric levels when the ambulance stops in front of the manor. The inside of the vehicle is completely silent while the fences open with a metallic sound to allow the ambulance inside, so you deduce that you aren't the only one feeling anxious for what was about to come.
"We have arrived, miss (y/n)," Lao-G unnecessarily announces when the ambulance finally stops.
You gulp. Your heart is pounding against your ribcage for the conversation that is about to take place, that promises to be the most intense you have ever had. You would be lying in case of saying you were looking for it, because part of you - a big part, actually - doesn't feel ready to go through it, and is tempted to go for the desperate - and useless - measure of trying to bribe Lao-G so that he takes you out of there.
However, doing that wouldn't solve anything, and it would be the same as throwing the last two weeks that you have spent figuring out what to do out of the window, without even trying to get it to work. Facing Doflamingo is something that has been on the table since you made your mind about what you want to do with your future, and although you wouldn't have minded having everything even more tied, you have enough arguments to defend your ideas.
At least, you hope so.
Law and Bartolomeo help you step out of the ambulance, with Cavendish following afterwards while carrying the disguises that everyone has already removed. Senor Pink has been the first one to leave the vehicle in the direction of the front door to open it. While Lao-G drives the ambulance away from the manor, you let your friends guide you towards the house, since you still feel a little weak due to the recent events and the effect of the pill.
You are about to cross the main door of the manor when the three Executives appear on the frame. You aren't aware of how imposing the sight is until you hear Bartolomeo gulp next to you.
"It's nice to see you in one piece, (y/n)," Diamante says, and though you can tell he means the words, his tone turns firmer when suddenly addressing your friends after looking at them alternatively. "Thank you for your collaboration. Since (y/n) is safe now, Pica and Trebol will accompany you home."
Without waiting for Bartolomeo or Cavendish to agree, Pica grabs the young men by one arm each to lead them towards the garage before they can do anything to prevent it. Trebol tries to do the same with Law, but the doctor rapidly sets himself free with a brusque movement of his arm.
"(y/n)-ya has been through a lot for the past two days." Law surprises you - and everyone - by enclosing a protective arm around your shoulders, the one that isn't sustaining his doctor's case in an also firm grip. "As a doctor, I have the duty of carrying out a proper examination, and I'm not planning to leave until verifying she is okay."
Law's tone is calm, but his grey eyes are defiant while sustaining Diamante's. You really appreciate Law's concern - it makes you fangirl a little deep inside, actually - but the last thing you wanted was that the man suffered the Family's rage for trying to help you out of a situation that you have brought upon yourself and yourself alone.
"It's okay, doctor. I'm not injured or anything, so you can really leave—"
The grip on your shoulders becomes tighter, and instead of answering you, Law talks to Diamante again.
"Cora-san texted me saying he's at home already, and if I don't text him in the following..." Law looks at his wristwatch for a brief moment, "...2 minutes and 37 seconds to say I'm in this manor examining (y/n), he will call the cops in order to say that she is being kept here against her will."
You feel the apprehension that Law doesn't seem to be feeling when seeing the way Diamante's eyes half-close, and how Trebol suddenly gets more serious, but Law looks perfectly composed by taking the floor again.
"So what is going to be, gentlemen? I think I'm not asking for much, and your boss has much to lose if you deny me such a logical petition."
If you had a knife, you could have cut the tension that settles down with it.
For a moment, you are afraid that the Executives take some drastic measures. The doctor had been about to be beaten up months ago - damn, it looked like an eternity - when Doflamingo was about to punish him for the innocent act of being dating Corazon, so you don't want to think about what they could do to him after threatening them in such a way.
You are about to intervene again to intercede for Law, but to your surprise Diamante simply interchanges a look with Trebol, who shrugs his shoulders and nods before chuckling in his characteristic way.
"Alright, Trafalgar. You can check her up." Diamante's tone turns harsher. "But after that you will be asked to leave, and for your sake, I hope you don't refuse."
Trebol laughs boisterously.
"You better not piss Diamante off, doc, behehehe. You don't want to see him angry."
Trebol remains in the door after saying that in that sing-songy voice, but Diamante walks further inside the house, silently indicating you to follow after him.
"They are more reasonable than I thought," Law comments while finally releasing your shoulders, at the same time that you release the air that you don't realize you have been holding. You really hope that Law isn't being too optimistic. You wouldn't be able to look Corazon in the eye if Law got injured because of you.
Without saying another word, Diamante starts walking towards the stairs leading to the bedrooms area. That surprises you. You expected that Diamante brought you to Doflamingo's office to have that 'talk', but Diamante stops in front of your private room instead.
The man has barely opened the door when a mane of long, pink hair runs to your encounter, and you find yourself trapped in a suffocating hug.
"You damn IDIOT!" Rebecca sobs with her arms enclosed around your neck. "You have just won the prize of the worst friend ever! Can you possibly imagine how damn worried I was about you?! How do you dare to leave without contacting ME?! And not happy with that, then you get yourself kidnapped again?! Do you want to kill me before I reach the thirties out of anxiety or what?! Gosh, I hate you so much right now!"
Rebecca's words clearly contrast with the way she doesn't release your while starting to sooth a hand on your hair in a careful way. You gulp thickly while managing to return the hug.
"I'm sorry, Becca. I'm really sorry," you apologize, and you mean it. You keep thinking that there was no other option but to disappear in order to figure out what to do, but still you would have preferred to avoid worrying the people you loved. Speaking of whom, you still had to get in touch with your family. You had the feeling that Doflamingo had also contacted them when searching for you, and for sure the man had caused one hell of a scary impression.
Diamante seems to decide that you aren't going to try to run away for the time being because he leaves you, Law and Rebecca alone. When Rebecca finally lets you go, Law makes you sit on your bed to check you up. The result of the examination is what you were more or less expecting: you don't have any significant injuries, but your tension is rather high, which given the circumstances is pretty normal.
"Make sure to rest during the following days and avoid any stressing exercise as well." Law removes his stethoscope from his ears and hangs it around his neck while you start changing into your casual clothes, relieved to finally remove that damn uniform. "Are you sure that you will be okay staying here?"
Law is looking at you with concern now, so you put your best reassuring smile and nod from the side of the bed where you sit again, next to Rebecca who had been there all the time, attentive to the examination.
"Yes, doc, I'm sure. You can come back to Corazon."
"And if something happens, I will call you," Rebecca adds, enclosing his arm around yours. "But it won't be necessary because I'm not letting this silly alone EVER AGAIN."
You chuckle with certain embarrassment while Law offers Rebecca the hint of a smile.
"Good to hear." Law then places a hand on your shoulder and whispers the next sentence in your ear. "But still, Cora-san wasn't bluffing. He will really call the cops if he doesn't have news from you in the following days, so make sure to keep in touch, (y/n)-ya."
You smile again and turn your head to deposit a quick kiss on Law's cheek, which causes a faint blush of surprise to appear in the man's face.
"Thank you for everything, doc. And don't worry, I'll keep in touch with the boss. I have worried all of you enough already."
Law nods, satisfied, and straightens his position after recovering his bag. At that moment several knocks sound on the door before it slams open to reveal Dellinger and Sugar this time. The kids rush inside the room at such speed that Law has barely time to step aside to avoid being run over by them.
"(y/n), why has it taken you so much to come back?!" Dellinger exclaims while Sugar sits on your lap with a short jump, making the grapes that she carries in her basket jump. "Sugar has been even more insufferable than usual. Jeez, she threw grapes at everyone every time she came to see you and you weren't here."
"Hey, don't insult me, you stupid Delli! I'm not insa...insus...I'm not that: you are!"
"Okay, my bad: you're just dumb for not knowing that word, kyahahaha—cough cough! What the...you threw a grape directly at my throat, you wanna kill me?!"
"I'm not dumb and neither insafurable, so take that back!"
"Dellinger, Sugar, take a deep breath RIGHT NOW or I'll tell my aunt that you are misbehaving."
Rebecca's warning looks like a balm since, if the memory doesn't fail you, the last punishment Viola delivered consisted of forbidding the children from eating cookies during an entire week, and even if some of the Donquixote members - like Jora, Baby 5 and Buffalo - gave the children some behind Viola's back, it was a 'torture' that they preferred avoid.
Dellinger has barely sat on the bed at your left when Baby 5 and Buffalo appear on the door. If you thought that Rebecca's reaction was exaggerated when seeing you, Baby 5 doesn't fall short. She starts crying in that loud, childish way of hers while kneeling on the floor to hug you by the waist, babbling that she thought that you left because you didn't need her anymore. She's crying so loud that you can barely hear Buffalo welcoming you home.
It doesn't help either that Dellinger and Sugar are also trying to tell you about their last days at school, and everything manages to turn even more noisy and confusing when Jora and Senor Pink decide to enter the room at that moment as well. The attractive version that Senor Pink is now says then that he's glad that you got rid of your uniform because it doesn't do justice to you, while Jora starts re-checking if you don't have a fever and starts to ask you what you want for lunch.
The ruckus of your private room is a little overwhelming, and you feel a headache starting to appear, but you don't mind it because you realize right then that you have really missed the Donquixote Family. In fact, you are so focused on trying to talk to all of them and answer their questions that you don't realize at which exact moment Law has taken his leave.
You don't have much time to worry about the man though, since Viola appears in the frame at that moment. She smiles fondly when seeing you but almost immediately her expression changes into a more serious expression. She claps her hands twice, making the other members of the Donquixote Family go silent.
"Come on, everyone, the doctor has said that (y/n) has to rest so let her have some space."
The petition is sweet but firm, so with more or less reluctance the members of the Donquixote Family leave the room until just you, Viola and Rebecca remain inside. When the door closes behind Jora - who announces that she is going to prepare lunch right away - Viola finally approaches you to hug you tightly.
"I'm so glad you're safe and sound," the woman says with such relief that you feel a new pang of guilt assaulting you.
"Me too," you admit, making her and Rebecca chuckle.
Viola separates and sits on the place Dellinger was occupying a moment ago.
"I have made sure that Trafalgar has arrived safely to the bus stop before coming here, by the way."
You sigh and smile at the woman gratefully.
"Thank you, Viola. I hope that Bartolomeo and Cavendish arrive home safely too." You suddenly open your eyes wide before looking at Viola. "And what about Smoker? Do you know how he is?"
Rebecca surprises you by pinching your cheek.
"Look at the dummy saint of the year: worrying about everyone but herself. So cute~"
You exclaim a soft 'ouch!' when Rebecca finally releases you. You rub your red cheek while Viola answers with a smile.
"Yes, he's fine. Before coming here I was in the department and I heard vice-chief Borsalino announcing that Smoker wasn't sick anymore and was returning in the afternoon, so I guess that Sakazuki can't allow himself to keep him in secret house arrest any longer."
You exhale a long-relieved sigh.
"I'm happy to hear that." You frown with confusion when Viola and Rebecca interchange a glance. "What?"
"Nothing," Rebecca talks again, "but maybe you should avoid mentioning anything about the inspector when Doflamingo is around."
Your eyes open wide, connecting the dots.
"Wait, Doffy knows that I was…"
"...staying with Smoker the whole time you were out?" Viola completes with a patient tone. "Of course he knows, (y/n)."
You close your eyes and drop back against the bed with your hands covering your face.
"Shit."
"Honestly, (y/n), if you wanted to set a context to experience some angry sex, I think you were a little extreme."
"Becca..."
"I'm sorry, honey, but Rebecca has a point. Choosing Smoker's place to stay was a clever move not to be found, but it was the worst choice if you were planning to come back with Doffy."
You gulp and slowly remove your hands from your face.
"Okay, so on a scale of one to ten, how angry is Doffy? Twelve? Fifty? One hundred?"
"Mm... let me think...one million?"
"...Becca, you totally suck at cheering up."
"That's because I'm not trying to cheer you up: I'm punishing you for leaving without telling me a thing, you know?"
Rebecca is smiling despite her words, so you can't help but smile back before sitting on the bed again, now adopting your favorite sitting position on it.
"Look, I know it's not an excuse, but as cliché as it sounds, I just did it to protect you. That's why I didn't go to Corazon, Barto or Cavendish either. At the time I didn't even know if I was gonna be able to go back with Doffy, and in that case, I didn't want to put any of you in danger for being covering for me."
Rebecca hums, but when she nods you realize that you have convinced her.
"Okay, if you put it that way, it's true that Doflamingo already hated Smoker, so the man had nothing to lose by hiding you. Well, nothing but his life, I mean."
Before you can protest by saying that you weren't going to allow that, Viola talks again with a cautious tone.
"And you know it already? If you want to stay with Doffy, I mean."
Your pulse accelerates with the question. You open your mouth to answer, but the door opens again at that moment, slowly this time, and the words that have been about to leave your mouth end up stuck on your throat when seeing that the new visitor is no other than Donquixote Doflamingo.
Time seems to freeze at that moment while you focus on the sight of your... boyfriend? Ex-boyfriend? Honestly you don't have a damn clue how you should call him after having been hiding from him, so maybe you should stick to first-name basis instead of to any kind of appellatives.
So, Doflamingo is dressed in his usual dark suit pants and a light pink shirt, and no cravat, jacket, or coat. Of course he's wearing his glasses now, but despite not being able to see his eyes clearly, you can perfectly feel his stare on you: electrical, intense, and angry.
You thought before that the tension between Diamante and Law before had been intense, but fuck, that tension was like a friendly vibe compared to the one that has fallen between Doflamingo and you right now.
"Leave us."
You feel a shiver down your spine when Doflamingo's voice sounds lower than usual, as if he was trying to sound calm when everything in his posture, his tense bulky frame, the way he crosses his arms tightly in front of his chest, and the marked vein in his forehead, point to the contrary.
Okay, maybe Rebecca wasn't exaggerating that much when saying that 'one million' before.
Viola is the first one in standing up from the bed. She gestures to Rebecca to do the same, and though the girl's initial intention seemed to be to keep you company - something that, you're not going to lie, you would haven't minded at all at that moment - she eventually stands up and follows her aunt, though not without giving you a quick hug while muttering an encouraging 'Good luck' that makes you feel even more nervous if possible.
You also hear Viola whisper a warning 'Behave' at Doflamingo when passing by his side, although for the way Doflamingo's face keeps imperturbable, you aren't sure that the man was planning to follow such an advice.
If you thought that the tension couldn't get worse, you are proved wrong when the door closes behind Viola and you and Doflamingo are left alone inside the room.
No one talks during the following seconds, nor Doflamingo and neither you. You can feel the palm of your hands sweating while you twist them nervously on your lap, waiting for Doflamingo to say something, anything. You had thought that was going to happen: that Doflamingo would start reprimanding you the moment you were within his sight.
However, that doesn't seem to be the case, and at the end the silence is so nerve-wrecking that you exhale a trembling sigh and stand up, unable to remain sitting and silent one second longer.
"Listen, Doffy, I—"
"On your knees."
Your eyes and mouth open wide in shock at the unexpected, drawled comment.
"What?" you say with a dumbfounded expression.
Doflamingo doesn't change his expression, his tone turning even more commanding than before.
"Get on your knees, beg me to forgive you, and just then, I will listen to what you have to say."
You go livid with anger with the petition, the nervousness that you have been feeling up till then quickly replaced by indignation.
"Is this a bad joke?" The fact that Doflamingo remains in silence answers that question. "I hope it is, because I'm not going to kneel, and much less to beg. Who do you think I am—?"
Suddenly, Doflamingo uncrosses his left arm and delivers a violent hit to the big wardrobe standing on his left with the side of his fist. He applies such strength that a deep dent appears on the surface, and the deafening sound makes you jump in your seat, startled.
"No, (y/n), who do you think you are?" Your pulse accelerates even more when Doflamingo hisses those words with wrath, but by some kind of miracle, you manage not to avert your eyes. "First, you lied to me by pretending to agree on waiting until learning more about the Company; then, not happy with that, you disappeared that same day, without telling anyone, without telling me, where you went; and on the top of all that, you betrayed my trust by asking for help and staying with one of the people I despise the most." Doflamingo's body is shaking a little with fury now, a fury that can be also heard in his next words. "I've made people pay for much less than that, young lady, so I'm not going to repeat myself a third time because I think I'm being merciful enough: get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness, or this room will become your new prison."
You gulp thickly after Doflamingo finishes speaking. You understand his point, and all the time that you have spent with Doflamingo allows you to detect that there is more than fury behind the man's words. He had been worried about you. He had thought he had lost you, and he had the right to be pissed off about it.
But still, you can't bring yourself to obey, because it would be the same as admitting that what you have done is wrong, and you don't think it is.
"I'm sorry, Doffy, but I can't do that," you say with a softer but still firm tone. "I can apologize for having worried you, and also thanking all of you for having come to save me, but that's all. And if that's gonna cause me to end up locked here, then so be it."
You think you have given the best answer given the circumstances, but for the way Doflamingo clenches his jaw, it seems that you have managed to piss the man off even more.
You are expecting that Doflamingo says something else. The possibility that he approaches you to force you on your knees himself also crosses your mind. However, after a pause, Doflamingo nods to himself, opens the door, and without sparing a single look towards you, he closes it behind him with a violent slam that contrasts with his previous apparent calm reaction.
Once you are alone again, you exhale a deep breath, let yourself drop on your bed, and curl yourself on one of your sides, suddenly feeling the urge to cry for the extremely tense encounter.
After a few minutes you stand up from the bed to take a long shower, hoping it helps you calm down. Crying there achieves that, to some extent at least. When you go back to your room with your bathrobe on and a towel wrapped around your head, a tray of your favorite meal has been left on the bed, indicating you that a member of the Donquixote Family - probably Jora - has entered in the room while you showered to leave it there.
You crawl on the bed again to be sitting in front of the tray. Your stomach grumbles with hunger, eager to taste the tasty food, but before doing that you examine your room better, searching for something.
It doesn't take you much to detect the really small camera that has been installed in one of the corners of the room. Also, it doesn't take a genius to figure out who is observing you at the other side, so you look straight at it before talking.
"Maybe you know this already, but Corazon will call the cops if I don't contact him soon, so maybe you should give my mobile back to me so that I can convince him that I'm not here against my will, you know?"
For a moment you think that your petition is going to be ignored, but just when you are going to insist again, the door opens again and Gladius appears in the room, carrying your mobile with him. You catch a glimpse of Machvise also waiting outside the door.
Damn, so you have both Doflamingo's bodyguards outside the room. It seems that he really wants to make sure that you don't go anywhere this time. You have conflicted feelings about it, since you aren't sure if that means that he cares about you and wants you back, or that his ego is acting and just want to keep you there until you break. Knowing Doflamingo, it could be a bit of both.
"You should know, (y/n), that Monet has mirrored it and will be monitoring whatever you write on it, so—"
"Don't worry, Gladius, I'm not going to try to escape or anything." You grab your mobile from the man's hands and smile at him. "I hope that Doffy and I can figure things out soon."
It's always difficult to know what expression Gladius is making behind his mask, but when he looks around and leans slightly forward towards you, the hopeful 'So do we' that he whispers allows you to imagine the face he's making.
Gladius leaves after that, and you have time to wave your hand hello to Machvise - who also returns the gesture with a small 'iiiin' - before the door closes again.
Once alone, you type a message to Corazon - by abusing the emojis as usual so that the man doesn't worry - and finally start eating, thinking self-mockingly that, at least, this new prison of yours is way more comfortable than the one you were in before.
Two weeks after your rescue
"Doffy, your brother is at the entrance. He says he wants to talk to you."
Doflamingo clicks his tongue with annoyance when Diamante says that at the other side of his private office, because he wasn't in the mood to receive anyone. His eyes are still focused on the screen of his desk, which displays the footage of the camera installed in your room almost 24/7, and in front of which he had spent a good part of the past two weeks.
By then, the only things that remain in your private room are a chair and a bed, since each day that had passed since you were brought back to the manor, he had ordered to remove one of the divertimentos you had in the room, hoping that the increasing boredom made you come back to your senses.
Apparently, Sakazuki hasn't been the only one in overestimating your stubbornness, because so far you didn't seem more inclined to beg, not in the least.
In fact, there had been a couple of occasions in which he had needed to force himself to keep control and refraining himself from visiting your room, when apparently you had run out of things to do at night and decided to spend some quality time masturbating.
On your defense, you had been decorous enough to cover yourself with the sheets when doing so, but the small moans and whines that had been caught on camera while you released yourself still betrayed what you were doing. Besides, no matter how dressed you were when the sheets were removed from you, the refreshed expression in your face was still caught on camera. It made Doflamingo replay in his head the times where he asked you to pleasure yourself while he watched, something he was only able to do for half-a-minute before taking the matter in his hands or mouth.
Doflamingo never recalled a time in which he masturbated watching porn. He had started having fame at a pretty young age, when he was barely a teenager, and he had never lacked girls or women that were willing to satisfy his needs. But during the past weeks, that had changed, and at the age of 44 he had been forced to take care of his needs as if he was a damn teenager by using footage of the girlfriend who refused to behave, and against whom he refused to lose in a battle of egos, as porn material.
"Doffy?"
Doflamingo exhales this time a deep sigh when Diamante talks again. He allows the man inside.
"Bring him in three minutes," he says, knowing how pigheaded his little brother can be as well. "And in the meantime, ask Machvise and Gladius to remove everything from (y/n)'s room."
Diamante frowns from the door where he is standing.
"Everything? Even the bed?"
Doflamingo grits his teeth.
"Yes, Diamante, even the bed." He says with fake patience. "And also the clothes she is not wearing, and every item that still remains in her private bathroom, even the damn toilet paper. Everything. Have I made myself clear?"
Diamante gives a short nod.
"Understood, Doffy. I'll give the order right away."
Doflamingo waits until the door closes behind Diamante to remove his sunglasses. He reclines back against his chair and rubs his closed eyes with the ball of his hands. If he had known that making you become his girlfriend was going to be that stressful and irritating, perhaps he would have thought about it twice.
He is still rubbing his eyes when there are a couple of knocks in the door. He straightens his position, recovers his glasses, and after turning the screen off he picks a random paper off his desk to pretend to be examining it before answering with his most neutral 'Come in'.
"Good morning, little brother," he says without averting his eyes from the paper, looking at the corner of his eyes how Corazon enters the room in a rather emphatic fashion. "What can I do for you—?"
"What the fuck do you think you are doing, Doffy?"
Despite the fact that his brother wears a pair of worn-out jeans and a pink shirt with heart motives, the shopkeeper looks pretty imposing with his arms crossed so tightly that there are veins showing in his biceps.
"Be mindful of your tone, Corazon. You know that I don't like when people raise their voice."
"Do you really think that keeping (y/n) locked in her room is the best way to fix things between you two, brother? Maybe you should watch 'The Beauty and the Beast' again to remember that doing that NEVER works, you know?"
Doflamingo's eyes have opened slightly more behind his glasses when hearing Corazon, but he manages to keep the rest of his expression and voice neutral when talking again.
"I don't know from where you have obtained such an intel, Corazon, because I can assure you that (y/n)'s room is not locked. She's free to go as long as…"
"...she kneels and begs you for forgiveness?"
Again, Doflamingo's eyes open more when Corazon completes the sentence, interrupting the argument that he was going to give. His surprise must be more evident than he thought, because Corazon continues with his explanation even if he doesn't ask for any.
"It looked weird to me when (y/n) only agreed to VC a week ago, but since she had gone through a lot, I thought that she was still resting. However, today Smoker went to the shop to check on her. I told him what she told me: that she would be working on the Company for what remained of the month, but when he went there, he discovered that the entire Family had been working from home since (y/n) was rescued, so I contacted Rebecca and she finally told me the truth."
Doflamingo's jaw starts to hurt because of how tense it is. Definitely Smoker wasn't going to live to see another year. Maybe at that rate he wouldn't even get to enjoy that summer. Also, even if he was controlling what you did with your phone, it hadn't occurred to him to do the same with the people close to you, such as Viola's niece. A mistake on his part.
"Corazon, whatever is happening between (y/n) and me, is none of your concern." He finally says, this time letting some threat slip in his until then calm tone. "I've never told you how to deal with your romantic affairs, and it would be wise of you to do the same unless you wish to start looking for a new partner."
It seems that that day the Universe only wishes to frustrate him, because Corazon looks far from concerned while taking a seat in front of him, even after having threated his doctor so directly.
In fact, Corazon is reckless enough to extend a hand and place it on his arm, his expression now softhearted while talking again.
"And I wouldn't intrude if it wasn't because you are acting like a fool right now." Corazon tilts his head. "Have you even tried to talk about the reason why (y/n) left? Or are you two too busy playing this childish endurance game to address it?"
Doflamingo sustains Corazon's gaze before his eyes travel to the picture that he also has of you on the desk, again consisting of a stolen photo that this time was from Christmas, and that captured the exact moment where you were opening one of your presents with an eager, happy face.
"I already know why she left, Corazon." Doflamingo answers while still looking at the picture. "She was too impatient to follow my instructions and decided to go get those answers that I knew she wasn't ready to handle. She didn't trust my judgement then, and was captured for her recklessness, and she needs to learn the lesson."
Corazon surprised Doflamingo with a patient smile that makes Doflamingo feel like the younger brother.
"Doffy, you do realize you're not talking about a child you have to educate, or a subordinate you need to punish, right? You're talking about (y/n), and you know she's proud enough to stay in that room forever to stay her point, because if she wasn't, you wouldn't have fallen that hard for her. So honestly, do you really think that this approach is going to solve anything? Because to me, it seems like your ego is getting in the middle of being again with the women with whom, I believe, you would like to spend the rest of your life. And that's a damn pity, big brother."
Doflamingo takes a deep breath, not wanting to recognize the truth that Corazon's words hold inside. The sound of knocks prevents him from trying to find an excuse to deny what his brother has said.
This time is Senor Pink - who has recovered his usual chubby form in the span of two weeks - the one who slips his head inside.
"Uhm, boss, we have a little situation with (y/n)."
Doflamingo arches an eyebrow when hearing Senor Pink sound uncharacteristically nervous, almost embarrassed.
"What kind of situation?" Senor Pink stares at Corazon, who is looking at the man without bothering to conceal his curiosity. "He is aware of what's happening, so speak freely, Senor Pink."
"Okay, uhm, so, you have ordered to take everything away from (y/n)'s room, right boss?" Doflamingo ignores the reprimanding gaze he obtains from Corazon and nods. "Well, she has gotten pretty irritated with that measure, and she has done a rather hard-boiled thing. Maybe it would be easier if you checked the camera footage to see what I mean, boss."
Doflamingo blinks behind his glasses, turn the screen of his desk on again, and his mouth falls opened when seeing you sitting completely naked on the middle of the empty room, with your legs flexed and crossed, your arms surrounding them, and looking straight to the camera with the most arrogant - sexiest - expression in your face that he has ever seen you display.
"Damn woman…" Doflamingo mutters, not sure which feeling was winning: exasperation of arousal. It was probably a bit of both.
Meanwhile Corazon, who has just stolen a peek on the screen, covers his mouth with his hand and poorly disguises a laugh with a cough. Doflamingo sighs in defeat. He doesn't know when, but for sure he's going to make his little brother pay at some point for laughing so much at his expense.
"I swear we tried that she kept her clothes, boss, but she didn't listen to us and returned everything—"
Doflamingo stands up brusquely from his desk and crosses the room in a couple of long strides.
"Where are you going, brother?" Corazon asks with an amused tone that hints that he already knows the answer.
"To talk to that insufferable woman."
Doflamingo quickly closes the door of the office behind him, but he still hears Corazon's infuriating laugh at the other side of it.
"(y/n), dear, be reasonable," you hear Jora say from your right, since the bodyguards have called for her when you refused to cooperate. "You're going to catch a cold if you don't get dressed."
"Sorry, Jora, but I'm not doing it." You don't avert your eyes from the camera, missing by doing that the way the Family's attention is shifted to the other side of the corridor. "It's not my fault that Doffy is behaving like an overgrown child who isn't even able to agree to a proper conversation, and until he does, I refuse to wear anything that has to do with him—"
This time you are interrupted when the oversized t-shirt that you have been wearing until then - one that you had stolen from Doflamingo months ago because it smelled like him - lands on you, managing to cover your face.
You curse and remove it to glare at Jora, thinking that the woman is the one who has thrown it, but your eyes open wide, and your heart skips a beat when seeing Doflamingo standing in the frame, looking almost as irritated as you.
"And I am the overgrown child?" You don't have time to offendedly retort anything because Doflamingo tilts his head towards the side of the corridor from which he had arrived. "Please, get dressed. I'll wait for you at my office."
You blink several times and look at the woman.
"'Please'?" you repeat, which causes Jora's already wide smile to turn even wider.
"Well, well, well, it seems like the young Master is finally ready to fix things!".
You blink again, not sure if you should get your hopes up about it so soon.
Once you are decent - meaning you have put on your panties and oversized t-shirt and have even allowed Jora to comb your hair a little - you go to Doflamingo's office. You are surprised when seeing Corazon exit at that moment, whistling happily to himself.
"Corazon? What are you doing here?"
"Oh, nothing, just trying to get my older brother to act like the adult he supposedly is."
Corazon ruffles your hair with fondness but doesn't add anything else before disappearing down the corridor. Still a little confused, you enter Doflamingo's private office. Doflamingo is inside, standing in front of his desk instead of sitting behind it. His arms are crossed, and you have to tell yourself that it's not the moment to appreciate how well that silky black shirt adjusts to his body.
You also push aside the memories that come to you of being sprawled in that desk, or barely keeping balance while Doflamingo fucks you against one of the walls between the shelves. They were good memories. Memories that you aren't sure they are going to repeat, depending on how the conversation goes.
"My brother has convinced me that, apparently, submission isn't a card that I can successfully use with you outside the bedroom."
You snort softly and cross your arms too, again pushing aside the memories that that comment brings, because truth to be told, begging in bed isn't something you have any reluctance to do, especially when knowing how aroused it makes Doflamingo feel and enough, because it's not the time to be fantasizing about it.
It seems that the lack of sex of that past month is taking its toll, and as irritated as you are with him, Doflamingo's presence doesn't help lower your libido but the damn opposite.
"It's never too late to notice." You say brusquely, looking then at the screen resting on his desk. "And I see that talking to me was out of the question, but stalking me wasn't, huh."
"I don't think it can be considered 'stalking' if you were aware of it." You are about to tell him to kiss your ass for the technicism, but Doflamingo continues talking then with a super casual tone. "And considering the interesting show you provided me with during the sixth and eleventh nights, I find it hard to think that you were too bothered by it."
It takes you some seconds to understand what Doflamingo means by that, and blush when you do it.
"W-Wait a sec, were you watching while I—?"
"Yes, I did."
"What the hell, weren't you supposed to be sleeping?!" You raise your hand before Doflamingo can say anything. "Okay, stupid question. I sometimes forget what a workaholic you are."
The hint of a smirk appears in Doflamingo's face.
"Well, I'm glad that a month of being apart hasn't been enough to make you forget things." Doflamingo's expression is utterly serious when continuing talking. "And also, I presume that your time on your own has allowed you to learn certain new things about myself and the Company, am I right?"
You nod without any nervousness, because as boring as those two weeks of isolation had been - of course Doflamingo had forbidden any kind of visits since that brief but intense initial conversation - they have also allowed you to be prepared for this moment.
"Yes, and I guess you already know that that was the reason I left." You sigh, relaxing a little your crossed arms before continuing. "You were right. Learning everything about you and about the Family all at once, it was tough, and a little too much to swallow in one go, but I'm glad I did it. And that's why I cannot ask for your forgiveness, Doffy. I didn't want to worry you, and I'm sorry because of it, but I don't regret having left for a while to find the truth myself. Because if I hadn't done that, I wouldn't have been able to learn everything about you all, and neither to decide what I truly want to do from now on."
As you predict, your answer makes Doflamingo tense, but he doesn't seem angrier or anything, which is a good signal. In fact, maybe it's your imagination but Doflamingo looks almost resigned when talking next.
"I admire your resolve, (y/n). I really do. And I also respect that your new acquired knowledge has changed your perspective about us. However, whatever your new plans are," Doflamingo's tone, calm until then, sounds suddenly strained, and in fact his posture is tenser as well, "I won't tolerate that they take you away from me. I warned you the day in which my report ended up in your hands. Before you agreed on being with me, I warned you that it wouldn't be a common relationship, and neither an easy one. I gave you the choice of leaving then, and you rejected it. You carved yourself a place in my life that day, young lady, and therefore, I don't care if those feelings you harbored have changed now," Doflamingo stops leaning against his table and takes a step in your direction to place his index finger under your chin, while you stare at him in complete shock, "because whatever it takes, days, months or even years, I'm not going to renounce to you, and I won't give up until you decide to love me again."
You remain in a dumbfounded silence for the next seconds after Doflamingo practically snarls the last words. His finger is still under your chin, keeping your surprise face raised, and at that distance, you can see what you never thought you could ever be:
Donquixote Doflamingo is clearly suppressing the urge of gulping, as if he was afraid of what you're going to say.
The revelation that, during all that time, Doflamingo hasn't stopped caring about you for even one second strikes you with such force that a relieved chuckle escapes you, something that makes Doflamingo clench his jaw while gripping now your chin with more force.
"Do you find anything I've said funny, young lady?"
Still without losing your smile you shake your head and reach for Doflamingo's hand to grab his wrist softly, surprising the man with your gesture.
"Yes, I do. Because you're talking as if I've stopped loving you."
The distance allows you to see Doflamingo blink behind his glasses.
"And you haven't?" he asks with a perfectly composed voice that doesn't manage to fool you.
"No, I haven't. It's true that some...well, a lot of the deals you and the Family are involved in are difficult to assimilate, and that part of me would like that you would have chosen another line of business. But even with all that, I still love you, Doffy. I never stopped loving you. You may be more dangerous than what I already thought you were, but that doesn't change the fact that I love the way you care about your people, myself included, and how you are able to cross all the lines and break all the rules in order to guarantee my safety.
"And that's why I want to keep being in your life, and I want to keep working on the Company, but under one condition: I want to invest part of the money I earn for working there in a non-profit organization to help those people who suffer as a collateral damage of the deals the Company makes. I'm not naive enough to think that wars and poverty will ever disappear. If the Donquixote Family isn't the one who causes them with their business, others will come to do it. But at least, if we devote some percentage to do something good, that will make a difference. And the goody-two-shoes that is your girlfriend will be able to live with himself for falling in love with the most terrible businessman of all the times."
Silence falls in the room when you finally stop talking, and as it drags on, you start to feel nervous.
Doflamingo hasn't moved during the whole speech, and for some stressful seconds, you think that he's going to open his mouth to kick you out of there, saying that there's no place for that kind of good-hearted people in the Donquixote Company.
But then Doflamingo finally moves the hand that isn't resting under your chin to remove his glasses, keeping them in the pocket of his shirt, and the mirth and relief that appears in his brown gaze makes you finally stop holding your breath.
"Among all the women I could have fallen in love with..." Doflamingo now grabs your face with both hands in order to end the sentence against your lips in a raspy, lust charged voice, "...you are, without doubt, the most weird, exasperating and stubborn that I've ever met."
The fact that you are expecting the hard, passionate kiss that follows his words doesn't mean that you shiver less when you finally taste it.
You curl your fingers around the front of Doflamingo's shirt and return the kiss, feeling a lump forming in your throat because you're happy, really happy, to have found a way to do what you thought correct and not having to renounce to Doflamingo.
"I'm the one who has a damn gangster as a boyfriend, don't you dare call me weird," you retort with a light trembling voice when you have to separate to take air, which makes Doflamingo chuckle in his characteristic way before kissing you again.
Doflamingo's hands abandon your face to start travelling down your back, at the same time that he attaches his mouth to the side of your neck to nip at it. You arch against him, hoping that he lifts you up to start ravaging you in any surface of the room - horizontal or vertical, you don't really care where - when out of sudden, a hit is heard at the other side of the room.
Different pitched shouts follow that noise, and the door of the office slams open to reveal the entire Donquixote Family, as if replaying what happened in that birthday party months ago. You bite your lip not to start laughing at the sight, because the fact that Corazon is lying flat on the floor gives you quite an accurate idea of what has happened before the blushing man starts talking in a hurry.
"I-I swear that I wasn't planning to spy on you two! I was just trying to make them leave so that you weren't bothered!"
"I'm sure that tripping over and being the one in opening the door has achieved such a goal. Great job, Corazon."
"Behehehehe, I don't think tripping over was part of the plan, neeeeee. He's just that clumsy."
"Trebol, Diamante was just being sarcastic!"
"Geez, Corazon, you're not funny at all! As (y/n)'s best friend, I demand my right to know everything about her private life!"
"Rebecca, I'm not sure that you have that right at all…"
"But Viola, wasn't it you the one who suggested listening to their conversation kyahahaha!"
"I can confirm that: it was Miss Viola who decided to do such a hard-boiled thing."
"I'm so happy you two made up, dear. You should have let me make you up for the occasion."
"Then that means that we can finally stop guarding (y/n)'s room, iiiin?!"
"Well, no offense, (y/n), but I'm glad for it. There are some bombs I need to keep ready just in case Sakazuki doesn't fulfill his end of the bargain—"
"HAH?! You have said you need me, Gladius ?!
"Baby 5, if you are serious about that Sai guy, you should work on stopping getting over excited when...ouch!"
"SHUT UP, BUFFALO, DON'T YOU DARE TO STEAL SAI FROM ME!"
"But when have I said…?! OUCH!"
"So (y/n) will stop being locked in her room and will be able to play with me?! Yeyy!"
"I think so, Miss Su-G-ar but I have the feelin-G that the youn-G master will appreciate to be left alone with (y/n)."
By the almost-exasperated face that Doflamingo was making, it seemed that Lao-G had been spot on in his decision. To the Family's credit, they disappear as fast as they had appeared.
And to Doflamingo's credit, he is even faster lifting you up by hooking his hands on the back of your exposed thighs, making you gasp while surrounding his neck with your arms.
"So…" Doflamingo smirks predatorily, making heat appear in the pit of your stomach, "where were we?"
Given the way his mouth devours you, you deduce it was a rhetorical question.
How you end up in Doflamingo's bedroom is a little blurry in your head.
You recall the man lifting you and wrapping your legs around his frame before abandoning his office, but the next memory you have is Doflamingo dropping you on his bed, causing your body to bounce on it while you are already feeling dizzy from all the intense making out.
You have barely time to enjoy the sight of Doflamingo unbuttoning his shirt before both of your wrists are pinned up against the mattress by one of Doflamingo's big hands.
"As delighted as I am for having you by my side again," Doflamingo starts lifting the t-shirt you are wearing with deliberate slowness, causing your stomach to clench when being exposed, "you still have to compensate me for several sleepless night, my dear, so today, I'm not holding back."
You twist your wrist to try to liberate yourself from his unrelenting grip, but as you suspected, it's useless. You are at his mercy, and the lack of control only makes the sensation more intense when Doflamingo moves down to take one of your nipples between his teeth.
A loud whine leaves your mouth when Doflamingo nibbles and pulls at the bud before lapping at it, making the knot of heat even tighter in your stomach. Despite the rough treatment, or precisely because of it, you feel yourself wet and leaking when Doflamingo's mouth finally abandons your breasts, whose nipples are pointing up from overstimulation.
While keeping your wrists pinned with his left hand only, Doflamingo rips off the panties you are wearing. You have barely time to brace for what is coming before Doflamingo plugs two fingers inside you at the same time that he bites hard at the side of your neck.
The cry that leaves your mouth is half of pain and half of pleasure, which makes Doflamingo grunt against your skin while continuing fingering you by pumping and scissoring his fingers in and out, in and out. Normally Doflamingo likes to take his sweet time with you. He usually uses his thumb to play with your clit as he prepares you. This time, it's evident that he wants to make you pay for all the time he had been worrying about you: first, for your wellbeing, and then, for your hypothetical changed feelings.
Therefore he only performs the necessary preparation before working the front of his trousers open to liberate his erected cock.
He doesn't go for the lube, or either use his saliva to lubricate himself a little. He simply grabs the base of his cock and guides himself inside you, making you whine again and arch for the sensation of being split open by his thick flesh.
God, it feels like an eternity since the last time you did it, and the feeling of fullness is so overwhelming that you feel tears in the corner of your eyes.
"Doffy, wait," you say with urgency while fighting against his hand, after seeing that Doflamingo is already jerking his hips back. "Wait, please, it's too much, it's too...ahn~!"
Doflamingo does not wait.
Now grabbing both of your wrists again, he pins them on either side of your head, and starts driving himself inside and out of you with a punishing pace, grunting animalistically every time that one of his brutal thrusts extracts a sound from you.
"You beast," you exhale, trying to sound reprimanding, but a new moan makes your words lose effect, and your inability to sound angry makes Doflamingo lick his lower lip with hunger.
"Too much to handle after one month of celibate, young lady?" he leans down to purr the next mocking words in your ear.
You snort and tilt your head to kiss his mouth, initiating a new wild, open-mouth kiss.
"You wish. Do your worst," you snarl, feeling a pang of satisfaction when Doflamingo's cock throbs inside you at your provocation.
"You stubborn woman," Doflamingo repeats, biting your neck a last time before straightening his position to gain some balance.
You only manage to keep that defiance for a few seconds though, since soon the angle Doflamingo is using to pound into you makes the thick, blond hair of his crotch rub against your folds, occasionally brushing your clit without needing to touch it with his fingers, creating an awesome friction.
Your moans turn more stuttered and louder now that the pleasure is finally winning over the discomfort. You finally start bucking your hips, meeting Doflamingo's movements. You have forgotten how difficult it is to talk or think coherently when you're being fucked into oblivion with a skill that should be damn illegal.
"Oh god, oh god, Doffy, AH~…!" You fight to liberate yourself again while your half-lidded eyes stare at Doflamingo's powerful, exposed form. God, it's unfair how hot he looks looming over you in that half-nude state, with the opened shirt sticking to his body and his tanned muscles shining with sweat. "Doffy, let me touch you…I wanna touch you."
Doflamingo smirks cruelly and leans down until your breaths mix together.
"Maybe later I'll let you, young lady," he purrs mischievously against your half-parted lips, "but for now, you'll have to take what I decide to give you."
Suddenly, Doflamingo is out of you, and you have been pushed face down on the bed. Your hands are finally free now, but they can just clutch at the sheets when Doflamingo grabs your hips forcibly and impales you back on his cock without further warning, the penetration intense but not painful anymore because of the previous rough fucking.
"Doffy…" you say, sounding weaker than you want when your body starts to be moved back and forward as if it weighed nothing at all, "Doffy, please, enough—"
A shocked gasp escapes your mouth when Doflamingo hovers over you, biting the juncture between neck and shoulder before building up a new unforgiving pace that makes your butt cheeks slap against his naked pelvis.
"Oh no, young lady." You take an intake of breath when Doflamingo reaches around with his hand to start circling his fingers against your clit in time with his thrusts. "I will say when it's enough."
You're beyond exhaustion now. Tears of overstimulation run down your cheeks and your voice is broken after all the moans that have escaped your mouth, unable to stand more of that ruthless, violent pleasure that Doflamingo is drowning you in.
"Doffy," you call again, reaching down to grab Doflamingo's hand as this one keeps teasing your folds, making your whole body tremble, "Doffy, I can't. I can't, please."
Doflamingo seems to take mercy on you when you flop forward, exhausted, because he pauses. You breathe heavily against the mattress for a few seconds before Doflamingo turns you around. You haven't the strength to deny him anything anyway.
Your eyes are already closing when Doflamingo leans down, capturing your mouth in a sudden kiss that is gentler than you were expecting.
"Say you are mine, (y/n)." You arch when, again, Doflamingo's tongue explores the salty skin of your neck, a little more intensely this time. "Say it."
"I'm yours, Doffy." You force a breathless smile. "I never stopped being yours, you silly."
Doflamingo grins and kisses you deeply, and then he's travelling down your body again. His mouth and hands rediscover your breasts, stomach, and, this time, he takes his time tasting you properly until your body is shaking powerfully, your toes curling and your hands digging in Doflamingo's head while his tongue drives you to that long-awaited orgasm.
When Doflamingo enters you a third time, you're already close to fall asleep, but the rhythm he imposes makes you stay awake because it's not rough fucking anymore, but slow, languid lovemaking. Your eyes eventually close after a few slow thrusts. Your fingers now interlace with Doflamingo's when this one holds your hands on either side of your head, and your mouths are practically connected all the time, and though your hardly doubt you can come again, you clench every time that Doflamingo bottoms out to help him reach his climax.
Doflamingo's forehead is pressed against yours when he finally comes, with a strained version of your name that makes you shiver in his arms. You feel Doflamingo's hot release in you, and it's then when you realize that you have had sex with no condom, and that it's been a while since you took your pills.
However, you decide not to worry about it at the moment. You weren't in a movie or anything after all, and you doubt that getting pregnant is that easy.
Your eyes are closing when Doflamingo finally lies next to you. He encloses his arms around your body so that you are face to face, with your hands pressed against his built chest, which is now moving up and down more heavily than before.
"Don't think for a second that we have finished, (y/n)," Doflamingo's grin is so wide that it almost splits his face in too, and though you're still in a post-orgasmic daze, you manage to return it.
"You really like when I beg, don't you?"
Doflamingo licks his lips at your playful words before guiding you to be lying on the bed again.
"Oh, you have no idea, my love."
Your lips are about to meet when the phone of his nightstand starts to sound. Doflamingo frowns but accepts the call.
"Yes?" Doflamingo answers in that tone that means 'it better be important or you'll be dead' before his eyes open wide. "Could you repeat that, Diamante? That he is where?" Doflamingo's jaw clenches before a dangerous smirk appears in his face. "Okay, give me one minute." Doflamingo hangs up then. "There's something I need to take care of, (y/n). I'll come back in no time."
You blink several times in shock when Doflamingo opens the drawer of the nightstand, extracts the same revolver he used to threaten Crocodile months ago, and abandons the room.
Your intuition strikes then, and it makes you reach for the nightstand phone to dial a number that you were forced to memorize during the two weeks that you were hiding, since at the time your mobile had to be permanently turned off.
Fortunately, your call is instantly attended.
"Smoker speaking."
"Smoker? Are you in Doffy's manor?"
"(y/n)? Are you okay? I thought that maybe you were being held against your will, so yes, I drove all the way here..."
"What the fuck, do you have a death wish or something?! You have to leave right now!"
"Not until I'm sure that you are okay."
"Smoker, I swear by your sister that I'M OKAY! Doffy and I made up already, so if you don't want to receive a bullet you have to leave RIGHT NOW! I will call you later, okay? I promise!"
Just when you think that you are going to be forced to dress yourself and go downstairs, Smoker sighs and you hear the sound of a car starting in the background.
"Tsk, have I ever told you that your taste in men suck?"
You are about to tell the man that there's no time for that kind of conversation when you hear steps approaching, so you rapidly hang up a couple of seconds before Doflamingo appears on the frame, pistol in hand and an expression that betrays he's a little pissed off.
"You just warned him, didn't you?"
You bite your lower lip and shrug your shoulders, displaying your best innocent smile.
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
Doflamingo hums and leaves his pistol on the nightstand.
"Well, well, young lady," without losing his dangerous grin, Doflamingo settles his hands on his trousers to start removing them, "it seems that I'll have to put that lovely, liar mouth to a better use."
You feel your insides twist with want when Doflamingo gestures with his index finger so that you approach his naked form.
Needless to say, you two don't abandon the bedroom in what remains of the day.
Aaand just one chapter remaining :)