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Doflamingo wouldn’t say he’s the type to have favorites. Not peers, nor students, not even one of his niece or nephews. He’s always been an equal man, sharing the amount of attention he bestows onto people.
Trafalgar Law tests that control. It’s not of an equal status, no balance to the equilibrium. She has never strayed from consistently asking Doflamingo if he needs help with anything. Her hand is always the first one up when he asks a question, always the one to ace an assignment or test. Doflamingo admired that, he enjoys knowing that the kids he’s teaching are retaining information without stress.
Though Law’s in a different bracket. It’s not so much as enjoying a class, but Doflamingo himself. The type of adoration that always gets him pausing in lectures because her gaze is intense. Her actions more on the inappropriate side, feeling as if she must touch Doflamingo’s arm, or breathe a little too close to him, voice nothing but a husk.
It’s a shameful display, her tactics one not fit for a student of her age. And her outfits, even for a high school student, are more for a woman in their mid-twenties. It’s always skirts too short and heels too high, shirts that border on obscene even if they only show off her arms. Yet always cut low enough in the front that the beginnings of a heart tattoo peak out the top.
Doflamingo tries not staring at it. In this moment it’s a testament that his eyes have not strayed down. Law’s standing in front of his desk with papers in hand, the room already empty, hallways bustling because of kids going home. But here she is, looking at him so expectantly and Doflamingo wishes the floor would swallow him whole.
“Please Mr. Donquixote,” Law doesn’t phrase it as a question, it’s a plea off glossy lips, a spell of the worst kind, “I’m only asking for your help.”
Doflamingo sighs, the prospect of an evening filled with red wine and Frank Sinatra gone out the window due to work.
“I told you I don’t do after school tutoring on Friday’s Law,” Doflamingo chides lightly, “if you needed help why didn’t you ask yesterday when your peers stayed after?”
Doflamingo senses the answer to that already, Law trying to lace subtly in the form of being coy. Had Doflamingo been inept like the boys she hangs around, then he’d have fallen for it, but he knows the type of game Law is playing. He’s seen it countless times with women much, much older than her.
“Maybe I was a little embarrassed.” Law pouts, shuffling in her heels.
“Law, you’re the smartest student I have.” Shit, Doflamingo didn’t mean to say that.
Law doesn’t give anything away, but he can spot in her eyes how much she loves the praise.
“And that’s why I didn’t want to stay,” Law huffs, lifting her shoulders in a shrug and Doflamingo hates that he can spot the lack of an undergarment beneath her shirt, “you don’t know how cruel people can be with their teasing.”
Doflamingo hates to admit, it’s completely unprofessional, but he knows Law would enjoy the teasing. He’s seen girls and boys alike poking fun at her and she’s always laughed it off, giving as much as she gets. Law is striking, her tongue a lot sharper than those of her age. Nothing seems to get through her, but Doflamingo would be the first to admit that he doesn’t want it to happen. If Law really is shy and her nonchalant persona is just a façade.
“Fine,” Doflamingo waves in the air, “what do you need help with?”
Law beams at him and he swears that’s where it all goes downhill. The hallway grows quiet, and Doflamingo can hear Law’s heels scuffling across the floor as she makes her way around his desk. Law’s nails are long and polished pink, placing stapled papers onto his desk, standing a bit too close.
“I’m not quite the poetic person,” so she says, “your recent essay has me second guessing myself.”
Law bends the slightest bit, only a minuscule movement but it has the hairs on his arms rising.
“Can you read this over for me, tell me if I need to change anything.” Law’s words drip with everything but concern.
Doflamingo’s blood runs hot, and he’s so ashamed of it. Law is barely legal, and here he is a grown man with a career, bordering on fifty. Doflamingo’s been a teacher since before Law was born, and here she is blatantly throwing herself at him.
“Yes I can.” Doflamingo remains professional.
Having a task at hand to distract him from Law seems best. The paragraphs flow together at a consistent speed. Law drawing out phrases to display a sense of imagery, none too short or lingering too long. He flips the page, startling when air hits his ear.
“How do you like it?”
Doflamingo grits his teeth, heart pounding in his chest because of the double innuendo.
“It’s perfect Law,” Doflamingo says without reading the rest, he doesn’t need to, “you have nothing to worry about.”
He flips the paper in order, handing to Law without looking at her.
“You’re free to go now.”
The dismissal isn’t met with a turn of her hips, but a casual stance against his desk. Law’s fingers curl over the edge, crossing lean legs.
“Don’t be like that sir,” Law borderline whines, “are you trying to get rid of me so quickly?”
Doflamingo takes the bait, glancing to Law with a frown.
“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but it’s best if you leave now Law.”
Law must not ever be one to get denied, because she pushes off the wood, stepping beside him. Doflamingo can smell her perfume at this distance, a soft scent that doesn’t clog the air, but cascades around it. Filling up the room in an intoxicating way that leaves Doflamingo’s head spinning.
“Mr. Donquixote,” Law breathes, eyes lidded with desire, “I haven’t even done anything.”
What type of man does it make Doflamingo wanting to dive forward, shove his face on Law’s cunt and make her shut up. Give her what she’s silently asking for, that he knows none of these little boys could give her. Doflamingo’s cock twitches, and his face flushes with guilt. Law doesn’t step forward, she places a hand on his shoulder, dipping down so that they’re almost nose to nose, mouth to mouth.
“Do you want me to?” Law asks knowingly.
Doflamingo can already taste her on his tongue, his answer is on the tip of it. If not for a familiar voice just outside his closed door. Law’s head whips towards it, and Doflamingo does the only thing he can think of. Law’s gasp is one of shock when Doflamingo grips her arm, dragging her to her knees and pushing her under the desk. The door opens not even a second later, and Doflamingo’s heart is beating loud enough that he swears the gym teacher hears.
“I figured you were still here,” Shanks muses, and tiny hands are landing on his bulge, “we were all going to go out for drinks, wanna come?”
A hot mouth seals where he’s covered and if Doflamingo had been alone, his eyes would have rolled closed.
“No,” Doflamingo rushes, “no, I’m going to go home.”
Which is not a shock for him to say, and Shanks takes it like that. He says nothing when he leaves, only a nod of his head, and Law sets to work on licking over him. The door barely has time to close before she’s lapping where he’s getting harder. Small hands slide up Doflamingo’s thighs and he pushes back in his chair to watch her. The sight is lethal at best, Law with her pretty nails, gloss sticky on his slacks, golden eyes hooded in arousal. Shit. This is a bad idea. Doflamingo places a hand on Law’s head, moving her away and biting his lip because of how sexy she looks. Law with her tongue hanging out, spit dripping and making a mess of his pants.
“Law, we shouldn’t do this.”
Doflamingo gulps when Law slurps the saliva into her mouth.
“I won’t tell anyone sir,” Law promises, rubbing a hand over his erection, “it’ll be our little secret.”
Law moves in close, shoving her face between his legs and Doflamingo’s fingers tense in her hair.
“Law,” Doflamingo gasps, eyebrows furrowing, “Law, w-we can’t.”
Doflamingo sounds as if he’s convincing himself more than her. Law sits back on her knees, legs spread and Doflamingo’s hand falls out of her hair.
“Do you not want me sir,” Law tilts her head, palms gliding up her thighs, “I always see the way you look at me, haven’t you ever thought about it?”
Doflamingo watches Law’s skirt move up with her hands, more of that tanned skin coming into view.
“I think about it all the time,” Law breathes, “how you would feel inside me, I touch myself thinking about it.”
Doflamingo’s hands curl over his arm rest, breathing heavily once Law gets between her legs. Sheer panties coming into view, and he just knows she’s dripping.
“Don’t you want to taste me Mr. Donquixote?”
Doflamingo’s mouth waters, and before he can respond, Law’s surprising him by standing up. His gasp goes unnoticed, Law much more enamored with climbing on his lap and he has it in him to push her off. But she’s hot against him, tiny body barely even weighing anything.
“I can be your first teenage cunt.”
The dirty word, as well as Law’s statement, is what has Doflamingo pushing out of his chair. Law’s eyes widen and she lets out a small oof when Doflamingo lays her out on the desk. His hands are shaking taking her in, tracing her waist and up still to do what he’s been thinking about. Law’s breasts are small in his hold, perky due to lack of no bra. Doflamingo’s cock strains his slacks, pushes against his zipper painfully.
“Don’t tell anyone about this Law.” Doflamingo orders, going for his belt.
“I wouldn’t dream of it sir,” Law purrs, spreading her legs wide, “if I don’t leave you satisfied you can do whatever you want to me.”
As much as he’s sure that was supposed to sound like reassurance, it comes out dirty. Law’s gaze is enraptured, staring intently as he pulls his cock out. Law’s moan is brazen and leaves his cheeks heating, groaning when she raises up and curls a hand around him. Only her nails touch, his size shown in this moment. Doflamingo’s never been with someone quite so tiny, and the fact that it’s one of his students should ring several bells.
Unfortunately, he’s passed the point of caring. Guilt be damned when Law starts stroking him with expert movements. Doflamingo rocks his hips into her touch, palming one of her breasts and getting lost in her sweet whine.
“You really know how to touch a girl teacher.” Law sighs, squeezing the tip of his cock.
Doflamingo feels vile, so fucking nasty having Law call him teacher in this moment.
“You need to shut up Law.” Doflamingo grits, tugging her nipple and earning another moan.
“Do you want me to put my mouth to better use Mr. Donquixote?”
Law’s chest molds against his, gripping him lightly.
“I’ve been told I feel like a dream sir,” Law rasps, licking across his bottom lip, “wanna try me out?”
God, this girl is going to get herself in trouble. Doflamingo is too since he doesn’t deny her, he steps back, watching as she hops to her feet.
“Make it quick Law.”
Law doesn’t say anything in return, her answer comes in the form of her opening her mouth as wide as it can go. Wet heat envelopes around him and Doflamingo’s head spins. It’s not with clumsy movements like the girls he was with in his younger days, there’s no form of teasing or being shy. Law swallows halfway down his length, pulling back with a wanton moan, driving in further. Law’s eyelashes flutter, and even if she does let out a gag when he touches her throat, it's the prettiest sound.
Doflamingo can only stand and hold onto Law’s hair, forcing himself to not tug and yank her on and off his cock like he so desperately wants. He allows her to take her time because he’s sure that Law hasn’t been with anyone of his size. That much shows because of how her eyes roll closed, retching without even getting to the base of his cock. The sight is erotic, Law with spit dripping down her chin, coughing around the mouthful.
“Keep sucking it just like that.” Doflamingo urges, growing more turned on when she blinks her eyes open, glazed over with tears and lust.
Doflamingo bites his lip, running his fingers through her hair. Law’s moans send vibrations up his spine, cute little gags that he knows will stick with him for days after this. Law bobs on and off his length, going further each time because of how she’s getting used to it. She works for it good, seeming to love every time her throat is full despite the fact that she acts as if she can’t take it. Hardworking even when on her knees. It shouldn’t make Doflamingo proud.
“That’s a good girl,” Doflamingo praises, “get it wet for me.”
And that just makes Law go sloppy. She muffles this wild moan by shoving as much of his dick into her that she can, and the groan that rips out of him is pathetic. Slick squelches are heard every time she gulps around him, small hands coming up to his thighs to dig nails into his skin. Law is gurgling and fucking spit out of her, making a mess of her pretty face, and he stops her when his balls draw up. Law stares at Doflamingo in a daze, tear streaked and looking as if she didn’t want to stop. But Doflamingo knows if she were to go anymore then he’d come way too soon.
“Bend over the desk.”
Law stands on wobbly knees, not even needing to be told twice. She slumps onto his desk, hiking her own skirt up, and Doflamingo slathers the spit on his cock. Those sheer panties do nothing to hide how much she’s dripping, and he’s scandalized for only a slight second in knowing that she walks up the stairs with no shame at all. Doflamingo hooks a finger into the elastic, drawing it away to expose her twitching cunt.
“What a pretty little pussy.” Doflamingo can’t help but praise.
Law looks tight, her hole looking impossibly tiny compared to the girth of his dick. There are threads of juices that connect as he spreads her apart, licking hips lips seeing her soaked cunt. Unable to help himself, he strokes his dick faster, bending over just for a taste. Law’s knees knock together once his tongue touches her, groaning under his breath. He’s never had such a young pussy before and Law tastes ripe, not even knowing the ways Doflamingo could make her come undone.
Perhaps if they were in the comfort of his own home, if he had her laid out bare on his bed instead of a desk. Then Doflamingo would indulge himself, fuck Law so good that she wouldn’t be able to walk for the next week. Doflamingo pulls away though, only a tease for himself now that he knows the flavor of Law. He rises to his full height and slips his cock between her legs, rutting against her.
“Please,” Law whines, “please sir, please hurry.”
The fact that she can still be so formal. Addressing Doflamingo as a proper adult, even if he’s about to slide balls deep into her. He wonders just how many people she’s been with to be so good with words. If it’s been with students in his class, or perhaps other teachers in between. Doflamingo loathes the person who got to feel her first, take her precious virginity. He’d have made it so good for her if she’s this willing to bend over and get fucked at school.
Doflamingo doesn’t give any warning when he starts pushing in, and the response is immediate. It shows Law must at least be aware when it’s about to happen, maybe give her some time to breathe in. Doflamingo doesn’t care for that, Law’s reaction is beautiful. It’s her hands scrambling on his desk, nails clawing at sheets of paper. One of her knees gives out on her, and Doflamingo’s quick to grip her waist, sliding in slow.
“Holy fuck,” Law sobs, “oh god, wait, w-wait you’re big.”
Doflamingo only chuckles under his breath, loving how she feels throbbing around his cock.
“Didn’t you want it so bad Law?” Doflamingo scoffs, “straighten up and take it.”
Doflamingo shifts his feet apart, planting them firmly on the ground while Law shudders on his desk.
“Bite your arm.” Doflamingo orders with a light tap to her ass.
He stays only halfway in until Law’s bringing a shaking arm to her mouth, and when he knows the noise will come out muffled, he pulls back and slams in deep. Law’s scream is still heard loud and clear to him, and he hopes that the teachers nearby are gone. He doesn’t plan on waiting to see, Law feels like a fucking dream. His hips move at their own speed, slamming in from root to tip, heat lining his skin under his suit.
“Fuck Law, you feel amazing.”
Doflamingo slows only enough to dip down, grabbing at one knee to toss it on the desk. He slides a hand over Law’s little ass, splaying her open so he can watch the way his cock sinks into her. Tanned folds glisten with her arousal, juices clinging onto his shaft every time he pulls out, slick splattering on her skin when he shoves in. Law’s sobbing onto her arm, walls tensing in a telling sign. It doesn’t shock him that she’s coming already, all he does is angle his hips, and thrust right on her spot without a hitch in his breath.
Laughter from right outside his door has Doflamingo pausing, slowing to a halt and flicking his eyes to the window. There’s a shadow on the other side, and he prays that nobody decides to come in. There’s no telling what he looks like, if the scent of sex is in the air. Law isn’t the least bit quiet, she’s releasing these breathy moans, clenching impossibly tight around his cock.
“Get it together Law,” Doflamingo whispers, “what if we get caught.”
The words leave his mouth as soon as he hears Shanks voice again, and Doflamingo groans.
“Fucking hell,” Doflamingo grunts, yanking Law up by her hair, “get under here and don’t make a fucking sound.”
Doflamingo’s irritation is clearly shown by the way he damn near tosses Law under the desk, keeping one hand settled on her waist so that she won’t move. It’s obvious how much she likes still being filled up in this moment. One where Shanks is now knocking on his door, and Doflamingo is telling him he can enter. Somewhere along the way Doflamingo had it in him to pluck Law’s papers up, skimming the contents.
“I figured you were still here,” Shanks lilts, “don’t forget about the surprise party we had planned for after the game tomorrow.”
Doflamingo’s laugh doesn’t sound as breathless as he would’ve figured, especially with how Law’s consistently throbbing.
“You haven’t even won yet, and here you have the party planned.”
Shanks grins, “I have an all-star on my team, there’s no way we’d lose with him there.”
“Favoritism as always,” Doflamingo muses, “that doesn’t bode well with sports.”
“It’s never failed me yet,” Shanks teases, “and besides, I’m not the one who has kids always trying to suck up to me.”
That’s very true, and it’s ringing well in this moment. Law under his desk making it known that she wants to be his one and only favorite student. Giving up her pussy just to have more of Doflamingo’s attention.
“That’s true.”
“Anyways, that’s all I came in here for. Don’t work too late old man.”
Doflamingo huffs, but Shanks is already closing the door before he can respond. Which he’s grateful for. Law has just been pulsating away on his dick, and if Shanks didn’t leave now, then he’d have snapped. Doflamingo tosses the papers down as he shifts his chair back, grabbing at Law’s shirt to pull her up. Law sways onto his chest, and Doflamingo doesn’t miss a beat in hooking her legs over his arms.
The stark difference in their size arousing him more than anything. Law’s so small, easily being hefted on and off his cock. Doflamingo glances down to see her with her eyes rolled closed, little tummy bulging every time he enters her. Slobber is caking her mouth and chin, looking just as fucked out and dumb as ever. Doflamingo won’t be able to look at her the same in class, he’ll only be able to picture this moment right here with her split open and sloppy on his cock.
“You like it baby?” Doflamingo rasps, and Law’s moan is lewd.
Her walls clamp tight, nodding frantically. Doflamingo reaches up, pushing Law’s leg close to her chest so that he can angle her head. She looks dazed, body flexible in her youth.
“Go on pretty, tell your teacher how much you love it.”
“Oh fuck,” Law whines, “so good, it’s so good.”
Law’s words are nothing but a slur, moaning enthusiastically when Doflamingo reaches his other hand up, both of the wrapping around the nape of Law’s neck. He grunts as he starts fucking into her, the change of angle making her cry out. Surroundings be damned when she’s as tight and wet as she is.
“Right there s-sir, that spot, oh god that spot’s good.”
“You little slut,” Doflamingo chuckles, “about to cum again already, huh?”
Law attempts a nod but Doflamingo tightens his grip, pumping into her pussy fast enough to get her hiccupping. The chair creaks dangerously below them, the air hot and heavy because of good sex. Law is just milking him, drawing him closer to his own release.
“Keep squeezing me just like that Law,” Doflamingo groans, “fuck baby, you’re so tight. Want you to squirt all over my dick, make it messy baby.”
Law chokes on a mewl, and he loves that she gets tighter when he starts talking. It fuels him on into speaking more, wanting to see just how nasty she’ll get.
“Gonna fill you up so good, is that what you want?”
“Oh please, please, please.”
Doflamingo thrusts harder, balls drawing up.
“You naughty thing,” Doflamingo gasps, “ask me properly.”
Law only releases a string of broken moans, not trying to talk at all and that just won’t do. Doflamingo pulls clean out of her, moving hands to force her to stand. Law’s knees buckle but he’s right there turning to shove her onto his desk, holding her hips as he drives in. Law’s back arches, mouth dropping open on a silent cry. He adores the way her eyes roll, that she looks blissed out beyond comprehension.
“Say it Law,” Doflamingo demands with brutal snaps of his hips, “fucking say it.”
His hand comes up quick, popping her on the cheek in warning. Doflamingo swears that she blinks up with hearts in her eyes, licking her lips before working her jaw open.
“I-in me, want you to- to be deep,” Law stutters, “Mr. Mr. Don- quixote, daddy fuck.”
Law’s little hands reach for his shirt, holding on tightly.
“F-fill your little girl up.”
The plea is almost enough to make Doflamingo snap. His elbows hit the desk before he knows it, pistoling inside of her and Law’s hands scramble to his back. Law’s heels scratch at his legs from where she tries to lock them around him, hips bucking up desperately. Doflamingo seals his lips on hers just as she wails, thrusting his tongue in her mouth to muffle the sound.
Feeling Law come undone is what leaves him shoving in balls deep, groans spilling into her as he stuffs her to the brim. Doflamingo doesn’t think he’s ever come so hard in his life, brought upon by his cute little student. He happily thrusts his semen deep inside of Law, breeding her cunt for what it’s worth.
Spit is trickling out the sides of their mouths, heavy panting loud in the room once Doflamingo pulls away. He rises to his hands, looking between them to see the way Law was creaming all over his cock. His palms slide over the tiny swell of her tummy, going higher to caress her breasts. Doflamingo leans down if only because he can, lapping over her covered nipple while she flutters around his cock.
“Thank you,” Law sighs, and Doflamingo switches nipples, pulling this one between his teeth, “oh thank you.”
Law whines, jolting on the desk. Doflamingo would rather do anything than move away, but he does only because of their surroundings. He eyes the way he slips out of her, cunt now gaping because of his big dick. Law slurs out a moan, barely making a move when he slips her panties back on to the other ankle, not wanting for her to lose a single drop. She lays there so boneless, gaze spaced out and cheeks flushed.
“We have to go.” Doflamingo hates to ruin the moment, but he feels as if they’ve lingered too long.
Law nods in agreement, using the back of her hand to clean her mouth.
“I know, ‘m coming.”
Law’s feet dangle above the floor, but she finally makes it to her feet. Giggling when her knees give out on her and she ends up slumping onto Doflamingo.
“That’s really good,” Law murmurs, shifting to her chin in his chest, “will you fuck me again?”
The prospect of having Law’s pussy again is what leads him to nodding without hesitation. Doflamingo is already in way over his head, but he’s compelled to ruin Law for all the others that think they might stand a chance.
“I knew there was a reason you were my favorite teacher,” Law praises, “let me clean you up and I promise I’ll go.”
Law’s already dropping to her knees, both hands wrapped around the base of his messy cock, and he’d be a fool to deny her.
“Do it nice and slow baby girl,” Doflamingo sits back in his chair, relaxed after a good orgasm, “show teacher what a good student you are.”