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en español por favor

warnings: nsfw, teacher-student relationship, power play, size kink, doffy

requested by: @dressroba

pairing: Teacher! Donquixote Doflamingo x f! Reader

word count: 5k

summary: despite what most adults like to say, life as a student wasn´t always easy. Especially not with finals approaching, and the fact that you probably would fail your Spanish course miserably. So, when you teacher, Mr. Donquixote approaches you with the offer to tutor you after classes, you obviously can´t do anything else than agree. Though at that point, you still hadn´t thought that he would want something in return. Because how he always liked to say: Nothing in life is free.

a/n: Thanks for the request, love. Always happy to write for you. Hope you enjoy! <3

Despite what many adults liked to say, life as a student wasn't always easy. Especially in the case of poor you, this fact couldn't be truer at the time being. With the approaching campus festival, which you eagerly participated in organizing with a few other student faculty members, you already had enough on your plate, but unfortunately as with every semester, the final exams came closer by the second, just a second still looming far away in the shadow, but now closer than ever. Sadly, for you, this also meant that you once again had to face your absolute nemesis: Spanish.

While you actually were not a bad student per se, always very eager and fast at learning, since the change of your Spanish teacher at the start of last winter semester, it seemed incredibly difficult for you, to score any points in the subject your beloved old teacher, Mr. Corazon had tried teaching you so wholeheartedly. And that was all because of the fact hat he had broke a leg on ski vacation, needing a replacement for the rest of the quartal, bringing you into your current situation.

Gone were the pleasant hours full of fun educational and pedagogic worthwhile sessions that slowly but steadily brought you to the goal of speaking Spanish. Instead, you had to endure several times a week classes, which you had to almost force yourself into, since no other than possible Satan himself, had started teaching your class: Doflamingo Donquixote. Or how the class -besides that jokster Luffy, calling him Mingo- addressed him, Mr. Donquixote.

In fact, the tall man was not a bad teacher at all, quite the contrary as he was introduced to you by your director Mr. Sengoku, as one of the best educators from the country of Dressrosa. Still, you had great problems following his lessons, not because you couldn´t understand them, but for the simple fact that you were incredibly swooned by him, always needing you´re full concentration to not form any improper thoughts while in class. The fact that he always looked at you expectantly with his idiotic sunglasses, a smile on his lips, broadening his already handsome features even more, as soon as your gazes met, didn't make any of this better. And so, over the last weeks, your notes had slipped into the basement, always more concentrated on containing the wetness between your legs, than to be able to follow every word of Spanish that fell from his plump lips.

Now, most would certainly think that you still had your written achievements, but the thing was, that no matter how much you studied and no matter how well the material sat in your head, not a single word found its way out of your head onto the paper in front of your nose, to squeamish from the way he watched the class, pouncing like a predator on students like Usopp or Bartolomeaus when they tried to get a good look on their neighbors test.

And that was the situation you also found yourself in right now.

Sweat beaded along your forehead, the hot midday sun shining right through the large class window, shining into the room you were currently residing in, trying you´re best to remember what you had learned over the last few days. Nervously, you clicked on a mechanical pencil from time to time, biting your lip, when the letters just blurred in front of you.

Just as you were hopefully about to write a sentence on the page in front of you, a well to known deep baritone voice rang out, snapping you out of your thoughts, making you sit up straight as a candle in your chair. "Time is up. Please put down your pens and hand me your paper one by one on your way out." With one last panicked glance at the almost completely blank test sheet in front of you, swallowed nervously, tears nearly pricking your eyes from the once again shameful situation you found yourself in, while looking at the clock hanging atop the green chalkboard, the clock hands mockingly showing you the time: 16:00.

Just as you were about to turn your gaze back to your sheet a last pitiful time, your e/c eyes met no others, than those of your teacher, Mr. Donquixote. Well, if they weren´t hidden under his glasses that is. An icy chill ran down your spine as he gave you a horrifying smile, a small wince piping up in your lungs.

Before you knew it, your pen fell out of your hand onto the floor. Irritated, you looked down at the floor, dumbfounded that you had let your grip gone loose. Just as you were about to reach for the scuffed thing, your hand collided with that of someone else. "Ah, sorry y/n-ya. Here's your pencil." Your gaze met a pair of cool and calculated gray eyes. "Ah, thank you Law!" you uttered a bit embarrassed, carefully scratching at your cheek as you took the pen from your counterpart's strong hand.

"No worries." He flashed you a small smile, while he organized the perfectly filled out sheets in front of him. "So how was the test for you?" Interested, his gaze shifted back over to you, a quick flick to your blank paper already giving him enough of an answer, mentally face palming himself a bit for the question. "Well..." you gulped, the droning shuffling of chairs resounding in the background. "Let's talk about yours instead!” you chuckle emberassed, turning your sheet around. The fact that Law, top student of the class, had already seen it, was worse enough.

“Seems like you did great! But that´s expected of you I guess" you laughed.

"I wouldn't call it super, but it was okay. In the end it doesn´t really matter anyway. Doesn´t bring me far as a doctor.", he shrugged, suddenly stiffening a bit as he realized how insensitive his comment was. "Ah, sorry y/n-ya. Listen, if it helps you, we can always study Spanish together?" Just as Law was posing his question, a hoping look on his face, he was interrupted by the voice of Mr. Donquixote. "Trafalgar, l/n. Your tests. Now"

Startled, your eyes widen, your gaze quickly darting forward, only to look up at your blonde teacher's giving you a serious glance. Law only groaned in annoyance and stepped forward quickly, taking your test with him in a quick motion. Defiantly, he thrusts the assembled papers, into your tall teachers stretched out hand, a sardonic grin on his lips, when the blonde grips them.

"Here you go. I'm really looking forward to your correction.” “Don´t get so cocky Trafalgar.” The older man replies with a smirk on his face, as Law turned on the tip of his boots, walking back to his seat beside you to retrieve his bag. It did not escape your notice how your teacher's brow furrow, when he skimmed through the papers with his long thing fingers, a grim look on his face when he looked at, what you supposedly thought, was your test.

However, you didn´t have much more time to ogle his reaction, because of Law asking you a question. "So what do you say, y/n-ya? We could study at my place this weekend? You could also help me with History. I heard you´re really acing Mr. Crocodiles lessons." A smile spread across your own lips, grateful for the help he offered. "Thanks Law, you're a lifesaver! I would really like -"

"y/n? Do you have a minute? We need to discuss something." This time it was you who was cut off from your teacher’s voice. You stopped mid-sentence, an icy chill running down your spine when you heard him say your name. Panicked, you looked at Law, who only clenched his teeth disapprovingly, clicking his tongue in annoyance. "Well, I guess, we can talk more about this later." You nodded nervously at him, before he gave you an encouraging smile. "See you later then, y/n-ya. Don´t let him get to you too much. Spanish isn´t even your major.” A sigh left your soft lips as you turned to your teacher, dismissing Law with a weak hand wave. As much as Law was right with his assumptions most of the time, you weren't too sure if he was right this time.

"So y/n. Can you explain to me what, this is?" With a definite grip, the tall blonde Infront of you held your test in his tanned hand, the blank pages staring mockingly back at you. "My test, sir?" you stammered out, hands clamming anxiously when you realize how cocky that sounded. "I'm aware of that, smartass." he looked back at you fiercely, his sunglasses glaring at you admonishingly. "It´s blank. You didn´t even write your name on it."

A strained vein formed on his forehead as he pointed his index finger at the empty space, where you should have written your name. "Well…” uncertainly dodge his searching gaze. He sighs, shaking his head disapprovingly. “This won´t do.” You gulp, unsure what to expect. “According to the notes I received, you weren't this bad last semester…." “I guess, you´re right about that, sir…” you reply awkwardly.

„Then tell me. Why is it, that your grades drop all of a sudden, as soon as I start teaching you?” You stifle a gasp, sweat appearing on your neck, from his taunting tone. If you didn´t know it better, you could swear he was seeing right through you. And somehow, that turned you stupidly on.

“Are you having problems outside of your studies? You surely would confide in one of your many teachers, right?" He muses, the worried tone in his voice making butterflies bubble up in your belly. Your quick to negate him, raising your hand defensively. "No, no it's not like that!" "Then tell me.” He looks firmly at you. “Obviously you didn´t fall on your head, when I hear from teachers like Mr. Crocodile, how engaged you are in his lessons.”

Again, you dodged his searching gaze, not missing how annoyance spreads over his devilish handsome features. “Or are you that focused on enjoying Trafalgar swooning over you like a lovesick puppy in my class?!” With a venomous tone he snarls at you, the crude smile on his face spreading even further to show you his pearly white teeth.

Heat rushes to your checks, at his words, shocked from the revelation, dismissing his thesis with all you´ve got. "No! No! It's not like that, sir! Law and I are just friends." He starts to laugh at this, seemingly enjoying your reaction. “Fufufu, how cute.” You look at him surprised. “Cute?” you say once more, scratching your neck embarrassed.

He ignores you completely, one hand wrapping around his chin in a state of wonder. "But then, I still don't have an answer why your Spanish grades slipped so much from the moment I took over this class.” You look to the ground, the fact that he was mulling his thoughts over loudly, nearly made you wish to sink into the ground at this moment. For a brief second, he stops. Just when you try to look up, wondering what made him stop, you meet his gaze once again, everything nearly falling out of your face when you see the amused grin, he gives you. Your stomach drops when the next few words spill from his lips.

"Do I make you that nervous, birdie?"

For a brief second, time seemed to stand still. Transfixed, you looked at your teacher with your mouth open, unable to comprehend what he had just said. "Excuse me?!" “I think you heard just right. You know, it annoys me greatly that a clever little head like you, is not able to unfold its full potential under my wings, because you´re so busy ogling me at every free second you get.”

Blood rushes to your cheeks, trying to find any counter argument, to his, but failing horribly due to your throat suddenly being all dry. You startle when he starts to laugh once again. “Fufufu, so I am right.” Your eyes widen in horror, when a gentle yet firm reprimanding hand settles under your chin, making you see straight at him. “How dumb of me to worry about you´re wellbeing. You´re just a naughty little bird.”

You gulp, not able to form any cohesive words, the way heat pools around your legs while Doflamingo has his hands around your chin, nearly making you faint. “If that´s the case, how would it be, if we make a deal?” “A-A deal?!” you wince quietly, not ready for what´s to come next.

“I'm making you an offer. You know, being the gracious teacher I am, I'd hate to see one of my beloved students fail their exams. So, I´m going to tutor you, until your grades get better. Under one condition that is. After all, nothing in life is free~” He looks at you wickedly, a predatory spreading over his features.

“And that would be?” you ask quivering, already having a faint idea what he would say. “For every time I tutor you, you´ll give yourself to me. Since you clearly have something going on for me, you can even see it as a win-win, for you.”

For a second, you look speechless at him, to shocked by his proposal. Then, not a few moments later you nod, a shy “Deal.” leaving your lips, not thinking once about the dangerous implications, this whole deal held for you, as well for him, you´re reasonable voice being gone too long for his overall looming presence.

He clapped his hands enthusiastically. "Fufufu, a smart decision. I expected nothing less of you, my dear.” He slowly moves closer towards you, his other hand finding it´s way to your side.

"What do we do, if someone finds out?!" you stammered, trying with all your might to suppress the heat in your cheeks. "Oh, don´t worry you´re pretty little head about that. I´m the one who´ll be in devils’ kitchen anyway if that would happen, so just let this be my worry.” With dilated pupils you looked at him, caught like a deer in the light of a headlight, your heartbeat pulsing so loudly you thought he could hear it too. "In the meantime, see it as our little secret.” You shudder when he lowers himself near your ear.

"Though, with the way you look at me in class, like a love-drunk schoolgirl, you really need to learn to contain yourself a bit more. I´m still wondering how Trafalgar even thinks he got a chance with you, when you so clearly want me.” Too embarrassed to answer, you look on the ground, the constant pulsing between your legs making it incredibly difficult for you to think properly.

You avoid his gaze for a moment, but when he calls your name just a few seconds after, you can´t do anything else but look up at him, entranced by how close he is to you, realizing the sweet smell of his perfume in your nose.

The moment you set sight on his pink lips it´s over for you, the last bit of fight your morale self could muster, crumbling underneath you. For a second, the entire room is silent. Only the soft inhale and exhale of your breath can be heard. Then you do what you've only dreamed of doing until now.

You overcome the last centimeters and reach for his lips with your own. The blond man waits not a second longer to greedily devour your lips, strong hands gripping tightly at your side, searching along the hem of your top for a way to reach the skin beneath.

You gasp out, a low moan falling from your lips as you let yourself fall into the hot kiss. Doflamingo doesn't miss this chance and slips his tongue into your mouth. A small cry escapes you when you feel a cold metal bar touch your sensitive muscle. A tongue piercing?!, you gasp exited, trying to find contact with the cold metal again, earning a warning groan from your smug exploration.

With not much room for discussion about who was the one to be dominated in this, you quickly let the tall man take his lead again, the whole situation reeking even more of a disgustingly sick and twisted power play dynamic than ever before. You moaned into the kiss hungrily, the heat in your core throbbing lewdly at the way your tongues danced with each other, the tension that had built up in you since you first saw him, finally being able to unload itself. You quivered when your teachers’ hands found themselves around your butt, thing long fingers moving precisely to grope your ass.

You only break the kiss of to get some fresh air in your lungs, shuddering when you her Doflamingo groan lewdly into your ear. “God, I´ve waited so fucking long to get a chance for this. You can´t imagine how much I want to fuck you right now.” Though actually, you could imagine it quite well, due to the way his cock pressed obscenely against you, the bulge in his black dress pants not letting room for much imagination. He grins at you, relishing in the way you look down, your mouth forming a surprised “O”. “Anticipating much?”, the blonde chuckles. You can only nod, before he hoists you up and sets you one of the many tables in the classroom, hands roaming greedily over your body, leaving no spot untouched.

You can only moan at the many sensations you feel. Only having a few sexual interactions, the determined and experienced way of Doflamingo handling you nearly made you dizzy. Your teacher seems to notice this, because in-between your exchange of sloppy kisses, he suddenly pauses gazing at you calculating. “With the smitten way you look at me in class I can´t imagine it, but you´re not a virgin, are you?” You shake your head, hands roaming along his chest. “Only been quite some time.”

You´re quite surprised when he starts to pepper your neck with kisses, feeling him grin wickedly when he finds a spot that you´re especially sensitive at, his longue pierced tongue dragging over it torturingly slow. “A pretty thing like you? Really? Man, those college kids today really don´t know shit.”, you moan loudly, when he bites into you, sucking on you as if to prove a point.

“You´ve made a good choice saying yes to this. You won´t regret it.” You smile weakly, an amused “And here I thought this was about me getting better at Spanish.”, immediately regretting what you said when he grinds his clothed dick at your groin, one hand gripping your thighs dangerously. “Oh, don´t worry birdie. After we´re done here, I´m gonna teach you so much Spanish that you can only think in that language, next time we fuck.” You shudder at his hard choice of words, once again realizing what you just led yourself into.

You´re attention gets quickly pulled back to the present though, when Doflamingo reaches inside your pants, slowly pulling them down together with your underwear. He hums appreciatively when his eyes fall onto your sex, not missing a moment to reach between your folds. “Fufufu, you dirty little thing. Already dripping for me. And just because of some kisses.” “Please don´t tease me!” you cry out, trying to suppress a shudder when he plunges one finger inside you, not waiting much to curl it inside you, while his thumb starts to rub your clit.

You moan from the way he pleasures you, his experienced method being so foreign yet rewarding, that you quickly understand, why you´re best friend always liked to tell you, that “older men are the shit!”. You´re so much in thought, that you don´t even register how Doflamingo looms over you, entering another finger into you. You spread your legs automatically, hips bucking against his fingers, to find even more stimulation, when es scissors you open with quick decisive motions.

The time Doflamingo enters a third finger into you, marks the point, where you´re body reaches it´s first breaking point, the impulses you receive making you so hazy that the cord inside your abdomen snaps, your orgasm rushing over you in a hazed state. You´re attention only gets pulled back to reality when Doflamingo pulls his fingers out of you with a deep husky groan, looking at his hand with a dirty grin. “Now look at this. The little minx squirted on me.” He locks his eyes with you, his lips curling into a deadly smile, while he holds his wet coated hand up for you to see.

You blush madly, when he starts to lick your juices of his hand, not breaking eye contact with you. “D-Don´t!” you cry out embarrassed, nearly chocking when he flashes you his pearly white teeth. “And deny me such a delicious treat? You´re so silly. But I guess that just proves my pont that you can be glad, an older guy likes me shows you how it´s really done.”

You gulp at this, watching him lick the last drops of your cum from his hand, before plunging his mouth back on yours. You grimace a bit at the taste of yourself on your lips, but quickly forget it, when you hear the noise of metal clunking to the ground. Just a few seconds later, Doflamingo breaks the kiss off, pulling his dress pants down with a quick grip, showing you his long veiny cock.

You gasp at his action, more wetness pooling between your legs, when you see his sex in all his erected glory. “That won´t fit!” you gasp, a cruel mixture of fear and excitement bubbling in your belly. “Oh, it will, don´t you worry, love.”, he muses, pushing you down on the table you were resting on. “If not, I´m gonna make it fit.” You shudder at this, eyes widening in exitement. “Now, be a good little student and spread your legs for me.” As if your body moves on it´s on, you hear on his command, heat once again building up inside you, from the way he orders you around.

“Fufufu, didn´t expect my sweet little misfit to be so obedient. How cute. And here I thought I would have a much rougher time with educating you.” Gripping one of your thighs to hold you in place, Doflamingo hoists himself near your entrance. Just when his leaky pink tip nestles itself at your folds, his other hand wraps himself around your hip, stopping only for a moment, to look you once again dead in the eyes, his smile not once faltering from his features.

“Ready to get addicted?”

You just have enough time to nod, before he sheets himself into you, a pleased groan spilling from his lips, when your velvety insides suck him deep into you. You swear you could nearly faint, when he groans sexily into your ear, hands gripping flush around your hips to plunge himself as deep as he can into you. You gasp, at the delicious burn inside you.

“Told you it can fit. Well, we still got some ways to go, but I´m not a monster and force you to take it up the hilt at the first time.” He grins, stroking gently through your locks. A gentle yet in the end avid motion. “I don´t think this will ever fit without me tearing...” you stutter out, nails scratching into the back of his dress shirt, trying to get used to his grith. “Oh, you´ll see. You´ll be begging for more quicker than you´ll have this semesters grammar in your sweet little brain.”

“I don´t know if that´s a good thing though.”, you moan, moving your hips a little, making the man above you shudder. “Fufufu, depends on the perspective.”, he retorts, slowly starting to move inside you. Before you know it, Doflamingo had set for a rhythmic pace, fucking you into the table. A pleased moan escaped you, when the pad of his thumb finds back to your clit, drawing agonizingly slow circles, each time, sending small new shocks through your whole body.

You try to steady yourself but fail miserably because of the way he has locked you onto the table. You shimmy a bit uncomfortably, finally setting back on your forearms, but suddenly being hoisted up under your arms. “If you´re uncomfortable, just say so, stupid.” You´re once again surprised at the blonde’s forwardness, easily letting you be manhandled in the process, when he hoists his strong arms around you, pressing you against the nearest wall.

“Better?” You nod at him, thankful for his advances, wrapping your legs around him, as not to get accidentally impaled. He grins at your action, moving even closer to you, before starting once again to slide himself in and out of your dripping wet cunt. “Fuck, you´re sucking me up. You poor thing really wanted me bad, huh?” Doflamingo groans, fingers digging deeper into your plush thighs.

You nod, a low moan rippling from your lungs when he hits a sensitive spot. “Fufufu, well good that Teacher´s here to care for his little student.” Incredibly turned on from his dirty talk, your wall contract around him, urging Doflamingo to snap his hips even more into you.

“F-Fuck, Mr. Donqu-…” “Don´t you dare call me like that, when I´m balls deep into you.” You get interrupted from his venomous voice. “When we´re like this, I´m Doffy. Got it?” You nod once again in agreement, only being able to moan as an answer from the stimulation you feel. “Fufufu, how obedient you are. That really needs to be rewarded.” He grins, licking his thumb, before plunging it back at your red swollen clit, begging for more release.

It doesn´t take more than a few quick swipes for you to come a second time, this time coating Doffys cock with your sweet nectar. “D-Doffy!” He groans pleased, at the feeling of your plush insides contracting and moistening around him, the way you moan his name, bringing him over the edge himself. He´s quick to pull himself out of you, setting you back down to the ground, quickly tugging his pants back on, a devilish smirk on his lips, when he sees his cum starting to leak down your naked legs.

Absoluetly fucked out and still in your post orgasm state, you stand there, trying to comprehend what just happened. The moment you meet your teachers’ eyes, you start to register what just happened.

“So, what do we do now?” you ask him, voice coarse and dry from all the moaning, slowly pulling your pants back up. “Isn´t that obvious? We still need to get that syllabus in your pretty little brain.” Dumbfounded you look at him, still way to fucked out to form a cohesive thought. “I need to get cleaned up and buy a coffee first.”

He grins devilishly at you. “En español por favor!”

“Doffy!”

This man would be your death. You were sure of it.

#one piece #donquixote doflamingo #Ff

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