#buggy x reader smut

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unlovable || a buggy angst/smut one-shot

dedicated to @fanaticsnail <3

Unlovable. Untrustworthy. An aberration. A freak. People saw Buggy as such, however, more than anything, he saw himself as that.

He was a villain through and through in everyone's eyes - even in front of the mirror.

So when the Captain walked into the troubled bar you had just gotten a job at, he told himself he was gonna take you with him, no matter what it took, no matter if he had to chain you.

What he didn't expect was that you'd actually go along with it... You seemed to... enjoy it?

You set down the drinks his crew had asked (yelled) for and, as you passed by him, the Captain spanked your ass.

"Lookin' pretty baby!"

He expected you to yell at him, slap him, throw him out... But no. You had set your eyes on the pretty captain with the big green eyes and the shiny blue hair the second he stepped in, so you were in absolute ecstasy when he made a move on you.

"Well thank you Captain." You said, as you looked over your shoulder and winked at him.

You walked back to the bar, to take care of other costumers, leaving a flabbergasted and shocked Buggy behind. He sure was glad he had heavy makeup on, or he'd be caught with a blush.

The Captain kept a close eye on you, watching the way your corset hugged your body, the way the skirt of your dress outlined your ass when you bent down to pick up empty mugs, and they way you'd sneakily steal glances at him from time to time.

"This is from the pretty lady that has an eye on you..." You said, placing a mug of beer on the table in front of him, then bending over to whisper in his ear "That being me, of course."

That was the first time Buggy didn't give a shit about booze. He swept you off your feet and carried you bridal style to his ship, stealing a couple kisses and bites as you walked, mentally cursing him for having the ship so far away - every second spent walking was a second wasted not inside of you.

"You're a cheeky one, baby." Buggy said, between heavy breaths, as he took off your pretty dress and kissed your neck.

You felt your face and body grow hot at the way the Captain roughly handled your body, and his raspy voice calling you "baby" sent a shiver down your spine and you felt tingles on your body.

Buggy, upon receiving no response, chuckled and removed his mouth from your neck to look into your eyes. The man gripped your jaw and brought your face closer.

"Oh no, pretty little thing, this isn't the time to get all shy on me..." He paused, kissing the spot right below your ear and biting your earlobe before whispering "I wanna see you bounce on my cock with that devious smile of yours, hm?"

With that, he bit his lip and smacked your ass. The Captain's eyes displayed such hunger and despair for your body that it fueled the confidence in you, completely overshadowing any ounce of shyness or embarrassment.

You gripped his jacket and pushed him onto the bed. The sensation between your legs didn't care that he was still dressed - all you needed was for his cock to be out.

You got on top of the man, straddling him. Between messy kisses and bites, you managed to pull out his fully erect cock.

The moans that left your lips in unison when you slid down on his cock were almost melodic, Buggy's hands immediately flying to grip your ass.

The praises and degrading comments that left his mouth were barely comprehensible, both because he was unable to speak properly with the way his cock was buried in you, but also because you couldn't take your eyes off of his beautiful, shiny green eyes full of lust as they ate your body up.

"You're such a good girl... shit- fuck! A good, good girl..."

The Captain could tell you were cumming, from the grip you had on his shirt and the way you began sloppily riding him, - which he was thankful for, as he was running out of random things to think about trying not to cum - so Buggy wrapped an arm around you and flipped you two around, so he could fuck you dumb and see that pretty face of yours scruch up in pleasure as he filled you up and you came on his cock.

That was a perfect beginning to your story - if only the plot and ending had followed the same path.

Due to Buggy's past (and present), he tended to trust no one. And no matter how hard he tried, the Captain couldn't trust you, he just couldn't. Not because he thought you weren't worthy of his trust, but because in his head he was unlovable.

In Buggy's head, no one could love him, let alone someone as perfect as you. It just didn't make sense. Why would you love him? The Captain spent every day, every second wondering when you were going to make a move, when you'd show your true interest in being with him, when you'd remove the mask and say that you were there to get his bounty or his riches.

You would sometimes argue, but you understood that, because of his tough history, you had to be patient with him, so you'd often just end up trying to calm him down.

When months began passing and you said nothing, he became impatient, irritated even - how long would you keep this up!? How long were you going to make a fool out of him!?

"Happy three month anniversary!" You chirped, coming up behind your Captain and hugging him, your chest pressing against his back.

You kissed him on the cheek with a big smile but, to your surprise, Buggy just pushed your away with a grunt.

When he did this, the small present box you held in your hands fell to the ground. You had gotten dressed up in the dress you met (and fucked) in for the first time, and arranged a small present made up with memories from the last three months, but the Captain didn't even look at you.

"Baby?... Is everything okay?" You asked with furrowed eyebrows, slowly stepping closer to him and putting your hand on his shoulder.

Buggy gripped your hand and harshly took it off of his shoulder, turning around to face you.

"What is this!? What the fuck are you doing, Y/N?"

His voice was loud, raspy and violent as he stepped closer to you. The big green eyes you loved so much were now unrecognizable: they stared at you with disgust and distrust, all light drained from them.

"Buggy, baby what... what do you mean? It's our anniversary it's- three months..." You clarified, fearful tears brimming in your eyes as you cowered down slightly.

"Three months of you lying to me." He said through gritted teeth.

The gift on the ground was long forgotten, and you couldn't believe what you had just heard. Your ears were ringing and you suddenly felt dizzy - where was this accusation coming from!?

"Lying!? Buggy I- I've never lied to you I don't know what you're talking about! Do you think I've been with other people, is that it!?" You asked, incredulous, not even understanding what you'd be lying about.

"I know you don't really love me! I know it's been a farce all along so just fucking stop pretending! tell me what it is you really want! Is it money!? Hm!? Status!?"

At that point, Buggy was harshly gripping your arms to the point that it hurt. Tears streamed down your cheeks as his eyes stared at you with a psychotic look.

"W-what!?" You finally pieced together that all the fighting, all of the distrust and disagreements up until now were because Buggy thought you didn't love him, that it was all ruse.

You felt hurt and betrayed that he could possibly think that of you, the person that gave up everything to stick by his side the past three months. But, at the same time, you remembered how broken he was and where he came from. The whirlwind of emotions and conflicting thoughts made it hard for you to make up your mind about what you felt at the moment - so you just let your mouth hang open, nothing but small stutters and silence coming out of it.

"Just- Stop fooling me Y/N!" Buggy said with teary eyes, finally letting go of you.

You caressed your arms, on the places he had gripped.

"Buggy I'm not fooling you! I- I let everything behind for you!"

"Why!?" He yelled, tugging at his hair "Why would you do that!?"

"Because I love you! Fuck!" You yelled back, frustrated.

"I... You can't. That's not possible..." His voice was quiet as he said this.

You carefully stepped towards him and cupped his face. The previous anger and distrust was now replaced by the same conflict of emotions you had gone through, and you could see it clearly.

"Buggy... Why would you think that?... Why would you think that of me? I thought you trusted me..." Your voice was shaky and sounded hurt as you asked this.

Buggy's hand slowly and carefully raised to rest on top of yours, as if it pained him to touch you.

"It's not possible that you love me... for me. You're too good, too perfect. I'm a monster, a freak-"

You shut him up with a kiss.

"Don't talk like that about the man I love." You said, a stern voice and a insistent look in your eyes.

Buggy detached himself from you, keeping a small distance between your bodies - as if he didn't want to let go but was forced to.

"I just can't believe those words."

His voice was sad and determined, almost as if those words masked a decision he longed to make.

"What does this mean then?" You asked, still hopeful there was something to do, completely oblivious to what Buggy's words meant.

"I'm sorry..." Regret, self-disappointment and sadness coated his voice, as his eyes looked at you as if someone had died.

"W-what does that mean Buggy?" Dots began connecting in your mind, understanding what it had come down to.

"Y/N I can't... I can't stop my mind. I've tried, these past few months I've tried to believe that you do love me, that you're not just trying to get something from me but I can't. And I'm just going to hurt you and I- I don't want that. I'm sorry Y/N." His voice was hushed and tears were uncontrollably flowing down his cheeks by the time he ended his sentence.

"No! Buggy, please..." You ran to grab his hands, pleading him with furrowed eyebrows. "We can make it better, I don't care that you hurt me in the process, I need you. You make me feel alive."

A hurtful silence set between the two of you, a million thoughts, emotions and memories shared with just one glance, and you understood that it was over.

"I can't bear to see you hurting, especially if I'm the one causing it..."

Buggy stepped closer slowly, pressing one last kiss to your lips. One that meant I'm sorry, I love you, I will miss you...

He then let go of your hands and you knew what it meant. You grabbed the few things you had and made your way out of the ship, ignoring the looks, questions and comments from the crew as you sobbed your way out.

The questions and comments ceased, out of fear and shock, as the crew saw their Captain cry and sob with red eyes.

He made his way to the deck, watching as you walked away. Watching as he silently said goodbye to the love of his life.

That night and every night from that day on, Buggy slept clinging to your gift, going through the memories over and over, reminding himself of the happiness he'd given up from and would never feel again.

[xayneimagines]

Teaser for a buggy(Sub) x reader(she/they) nsfw?

Improper use of the chop chop fruit.

All that MC could hear was the sounds of flesh against flesh and Buggy’s whimpers as they fucked into him. The grip she had on his hips was damn near turning her knuckles white as she continued to bring his ass back to meet each thrust, plunging his own cock further into him.

“Fuck~ You’re so pretty, Buggy~.”

[buggyluv]

Happy Birthday, Buggy the clown ♡

cw: fem!reader, smut, face fucking, clown makeup

Masterlist | OP Masterlist

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You finish filling in the lips of your new clown makeup and lean back to look in the mirror. It's your husband Buggy's birthday. You noticed that recently, he's been dropping hints that he wants to see you in clown makeup, so you decided that this would be the best opportunity to do so. You can hear Buggy's footsteps approaching, so you climb onto the bed and pose for him.

Buggy returns from his cross-guild meeting, grumbling under his breath, pissed off that he has to work on his birthday. When he enters the room and notices you lying on the bed, a genuine smile spreads across his face to match the one he paints on every day. His gaze starts from your feet and moves up your body, taking in the pretty lingerie you're wearing just for him before finally getting a good look at your face. The clown paint launches him into action, and he approaches the bed. Buggy sits down on the edge of the bed and tells you to take a seat on his lap, which you quickly obey. Now that he's got you straddling him, ass seated comfortably over his cock, he can take a closer look at the intricate makeup you've done just for him.

“What's all this, sweetheart?” he asks, fingers lightly gripping your chin to tilt your head so he can examine your work. You explain that this is his special birthday present and that you knew he wanted to see you in clown makeup. When you finish your explanation, you can feel Buggy's cock getting hard against you. “It's such a shame that you worked so hard getting all made up for me, and now I'm gonna ruin it”, he says, fake pouting at you, which makes you laugh before leaning in to kiss him.

He kisses back with unrivalled enthusiasm, helping you undress him without breaking the kiss. Once he's down to his underwear, you pull away from the kiss, and Buggy opens his eyes to watch as you drop to your knees on the floor. He hums in amusement as you eagerly pull his cock free, then moans loudly as you lick a stripe up the underside of it. Buggy can't bring himself to look away as you take his cock into your mouth. You bob your head, trying to keep your tongue pressed against him as you suck him off. Buggy's noises make you want to touch yourself, but you push your needs aside to focus on your husband. You pull off him, and at first, he looks mad. When you ask him to fuck your face, he grins down at you looking ready to eat you alive.

He growls when he sees remnants of your lipstick smeared on his cock; at first, he had wanted to see you in clown makeup because he thought you'd look sexy in it (he's right). Now that the makeup is leaving reminders of your presence on him, it takes on a whole new level of significance. He keeps eye contact with you as he slips his cock back into your mouth.

One of his hands comes to settle on the back of your head and push you down so you take all of him down your throat. He lets you pull off slightly before rocking his hips. It's like he slowly loses his grip on reality as he gets rougher and rougher. He grunts and moans as he fucks your face. The force causes tears to roll down your cheeks. Your hands are braced on his thighs for support, and the sting of your nails against his skin is the final straw that sends him over the edge, spilling his cum down your throat. You swallow as much as you can and release his cock from your mouth to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

For Buggy, the clown paint is a mask; it covers his insecurity so he can pretend to be in control. He stares down at you and your ruined paint. With tear tracks breaking up the paint on your cheeks and his mouth and cock smearing your lipstick beyond recognition he thinks you look beautiful. The vulnerability in the paint is striking to him; it's almost enough to change his views on his own makeup.

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