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Daddy Pairing: Mr.3/Buggy Rating: Explicit Words: 3800

Summary: Buggy calls Mr.3 ‘Daddy’ and he’s not sure what to think of it at first...but he might like it.

Notes: Daddy kink, deepthroating, Buggy refers to himself as 'good boy' in case that's not ur thing. (I know... I have at least ten different WIPs atm... but in my defense... I was horny for smth very specific).

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Mr.3 tilted Buggy’s face up, looking over his bumps and bruises. Buggy refused to make eye-contact as tears slowly streamed down his face, stinging his raw skin.

With a pitying sigh, Mr.3 dabbed at the tears, his thumb lightly brushing over Buggy’s swollen cheek.

“You should know better than to antagonize those two.” Mr.3 lectured, dabbing a tissue under Buggy’s snotty nose.

“I didn’t do it to antagonize them!” Buggy snapped, then winced at the sudden movement. “I did it because its time to pursue the One Piece. When else will I have an army of pirates supporting me, two former warlords on my side, and my Emperor title! I had to take the chance. I hope you understand that.”

Mr. 3 paused in cleaning Buggy’s face and stared seriously at him for a moment. “I don’t understand, but it doesn’t matter if I do or not. However. You won’t be able to pursue your dreams if you get yourself killed.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Buggy waved him off, but his brow furrowed as he sat silently, clearly in thought, mulling over Galdino’s words.

Mr.3 cleaned Buggy’s face, bandaging his broken skin, both of them silent. Buggy always managed to get himself into trouble. Too much trouble. But this was part of Mr.3’s life now. Unfortunately, he’d always be there to help pick up the pieces of Buggy and put them back together. He never outwardly expressed it, but Buggy knew Mr.3 would be there. He could tell by the way the clown would constantly seek him out, for good or bad. Their lives had become intertwined, like a two strings bound into a tight knot. And he wasn’t looking to loosen it anytime soon.

He brushed Buggy’s hair out of his face, looking him over. Blue eyes met his own, calmer now that he was being cared for, but still wet with residual tears. Mr.3 gave him a gentle kiss to the top of his head, trying to distract himself from the sudden swell of emotion at seeing his partner so bruised and battered.

He put away his first aid kit, grabbed a juice box and a snack, and handed them to Buggy. He knew his lover enjoyed treats, even small things. It was quite sweet, actually. He brushed a thumb over Buggy’s unbruised cheek as he opened his treats. Buggy sighed and leaned his head into Mr.3’s touch, his eyes sliding closed.

“Thank you, Daddy.” He murmured.

“You’re welcome- wait! What did you just call me?” Mr.3 froze. There was no way he heard that correctly.

Buggy looked up at him through his eyelashes, batting them a few times.

“Daddy~.” Buggy gave him an innocent smile and sipped at his juice box.

Galdino scoffed, “Don’t be ridiculous.” He refused to look at Buggy, his cheeks and ears turning pink.

“Oh, so you like that?” Buggy teased, grinning widely at him, sending over a disembodied hand to walk his fingers over his shoulder.

He huffed and batted the hand away, refusing to answer him.

“Go get some rest so you stay out of trouble.” Mr.3 tried to dismiss Buggy.

Buggy chuckled lowly behind him and he slid his arms around his waist, pulling him in close. He pressed a light kiss to his neck, no doubt leaving a red lipstick mark.

“Ok, Daddy. I’ll be a good boy for you.”

“Oh stop that.” Mr.3 shoo’d away Buggy, his cheeks burning.

He could hear Buggy snickering as he left. He always knew how to push his buttons.

…

Buggy’s silly pet name didn’t stop. Every time they were alone together, whenever Mr.3 brushed and braided Buggy’s hair, or brought him a snack, or let him lay on his lap, he’d turn to him and say “thank you, Daddy.”

Mr.3 didn’t know what to make of it, torn between telling him off, dismissing it entirely, and letting it slide. The word stuck in his mind. Buggy was right. He did like it. And he felt ashamed that he liked it. He would simply have to ignore it until Buggy stopped. He’d get distracted by something else if Mr.3 could suppress his reactions long enough to seem disinterested.

Mr.3 slipped into Buggy’s tent, ready to wind down after his busy day. This was his favorite place to go, especially when he wanted to remain unbothered by the ever-noisy and chaotic Buggy Pirates. Their Captain, however, was surprisingly quieter and more relaxed when he was alone, or rather, alone together with Mr.3. They had fallen into a easy pattern over the past couple of years, where no matter what happened during the day, they would come together in the evening and spend time together. They did small silly things, trying to share their interests with each other until they took bits and pieces and made it their own. Mr.3 would draw or sculpt and Buggy would 'finish' them by coloring them, usually garishly, but it still felt nice to see his pieces come to life. Or Buggy would try new make-up and clothing looks and ask for Mr.3’s opinion, and when he couldn't decide he'd use Mr.3 as a model for his looks. And when neither of them had much energy, they would lie together in bed and Mr.3 would read aloud for the both of them, or Buggy would tell stories, or worse, sing. And without fail, Buggy would want sex at some point during their evenings together. It wasn't that Mr.3 wasn't interested, it was just that Buggy was very eager, and tended to ask more frequently.

Mr.3 looked around for his partner, but it seemed he wasn't in his tent. Buggy might still be away doing Cross Guild nonsense. Mr.3 walked to their shared sitting area to ease into his favorite overstuffed armchair, but saw that Buggy’s side of the bed was un-made. Mr.3 rolled his eyes and re-directed his course. Buggy never made the bed, even though Mr.3 reminded him every morning. ‘Last one out makes the bed.’ he’d say to a half-awake Buggy, who usually pulled the covers over his head as a response. But Mr.3 would inevitably cave and make his own side of the bed before he left. At least his side would be neat and ready for him when he returned, even if Buggy never made the bed. But every night, Mr.3 would fix Buggy's side, just a little, while he was in the bathroom. It looked so much better when the comforter was nice and smooth and the pillows were rearranged and fluffed.

Mr.3 peeled back the comforter and began straightening the sheets when he felt a presence behind him. He realized who it was before the gloved hands slid around his waist, so he continued to work.

“I should be making you do this, it is your bed, after all.” Mr.3 huffed, but didn’t stop making the bed either.

“Mmm, sorry, Daddy. Want me to make it up to you?” Buggy wrapped his arms around him, hugging him so he was flush against Mr.3’s back.

Don’t react.

“And how are you going to do that?” Mr.3 struggled to keep his voice even, fighting off the soft breathiness that wanted to come through.

He felt Buggy grin against his neck, pulling him tighter, and he could feel Buggy’s half-hard dick right against his ass. Of course he was horny. He was insatiable, always greedy for everything, sex included.

“I want to make my Daddy feel good. Want you to use me.” He murmured, trailing his lips over his jaw while his hands slid over his stomach and over the front of his pants.

Mr.3 swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing painfully as he tried to resist the temptation. He needed to break Buggy’s habit of calling him Daddy! It was just too embarrassing.

Mr.3 grabbed Buggy’s wrists before he could cup his dick, no doubt trying to stoke Mr.3’s arousal for his own benefit.

“You want to make me feel good? Why don’t you rub my shoulders and tell me about your day, hm?”

There. A perfectly innocent suggestion. He could move away from this horny ‘daddy’ territory. It was making strange things surface in his mind that he didn’t know if he wanted to explore.

Buggy huffed in annoyance but acquiesced, pulling Mr.3 to sit on the bed. He was surprised that worked. Usually Buggy liked to complain a little more before doing whatever was asked of him. Buggy kneeled behind him and helped Mr.3 slide the straps from his suspenders off his shoulders. Buggy didn’t often remove his gloves, but he peeled them off and dug his fingers into Mr.3’s tough shoulders.

He let out a pleased sigh. Everyone made fun of Buggy for being weak, but he was strong enough to give a very good massage, let alone use that strength for other purposes as well. Buggy stayed quiet as he worked, which was strange, but not entirely unusual, especially if he was pouting. Mr.3 couldn’t see his face, but he could guess that Buggy didn’t get his way and was trying to make it Mr.3’s problem. But he didn't mind. The peace and quiet while he got a nice massage from his lover was perfect.

“Daddy~”

Ah. That's why he was so quiet.

Buggy’s hands slid over his shoulders and down his chest, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. “Why don’t you get more comfortable? It’ll feel better without so many layers between us.”

He’s right. It would feel better if he was shirtless but he didn't want to give in to Buggy's suggestion too quickly. He paused as if he were thinking it over. Buggy’s hands skimmed over his chest, fingers purposefully teasing over his nipples. He tried his best not to react, but his body naturally twitched at the teasing touch.

He pushed away Buggy’s hands and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“F-fine. But grab the lavender oil.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Mr.3 was lucky Buggy couldn’t see his face. He was beginning to blush, he could feel it creeping up on him. He had to cool off. Removing his button-up shirt and his undershirt helped with that. He felt more exposed, but at least he wasn’t stuffed under all those layers. He took a deep breath to calm himself.

He heard the slick sounds of Buggy rubbing oil between his hands, then felt the warmed glide across his shoulders. He gave a sigh of relief, the smooth firm touch of Buggy's hands, and the relaxing smell of lavender set him at ease once more. Buggy seemed consumed by his task, working diligently to rub his tense muscles, to undo the knots that gathered from the recent stress. He let out a pleased groan as Buggy dug his knuckles into the meat of his shoulder. He slid his eyes closed and let his head hang, enjoying the feel of Buggy’s strong hands. It was like he somehow knew exactly where to work, where to put more pressure, and where to gently rub. He could fall asleep like this; rubbed down while nothing but the background noise of the island filled the warm dark space of Buggy’s tent.

Something heavy bumped into his leg and his eyes flew open. Buggy knelt at his feet, naked and clearly hard, his hands still at Mr.3's shoulders.

“Wh-what?” Mr.3 started but the rest of his question died on his tongue as Buggy leaned forward and mouthed him through his pants, making his flaccid cock swell with interest.

“Take these off too, Daddy.” He murmured huskily, watching him through his thick dark eyelashes.

Resist .

Buggy tugged at the waistband of his pants with his teeth. He let out a little whine when he couldn’t make any progress and that sound had Mr.3’s cock hardening even faster.

“Please, Daddy. Need you. Let me be your good boy. Use my mouth. Need Daddy’s cock.”

The almost baby-talk should be off-putting but Buggy knew his weaknesses. He knew Mr.3 liked when Buggy begged, liked when he said he needed him, when he used that pleading tone.

Against his better judgement, Mr.3 undid his pants and pushed them down past his knees. “Can’t refuse my g-good boy.” He stumbled over the term, feeling strange to use it in this context.

Buggy gave him a sultry smile and leaned forward, placing a kiss on Mr.3’s almost fully-hard cock. Buggy continued slowly kissing him up and down, his hard cock covered in red lipstick He dragged his long tongue up and down the length of him, teasing him, wrapping his lips around his cockhead and lapping gently at him before pulling away. Mr.3 felt like he was the one being used. When Buggy wrapped his lips around him again, Mr.3 grabbed him by his hair to hold him in place.

“You’re not behaving like a good boy right now.” Mr.3 panted, cock twitching against Buggy’s lips. “I thought you were going to let Da -Daddy use your mouth?” His cheeks burned as soon as the words left his mouth, but Buggy looked like he was experiencing some kind of altered state; Color rose in his cheeks, his eyelids fluttered over his darkened eyes. He parted his red lips and held out his tongue, mouth wide open to receive. He waited patiently, staring up at Mr.3 with lustful eyes.

Mr.3’s breath caught in his throat at Buggy's offering, his grip on Buggy’s hair tightening unintentionally. Buggy let out a pitiful whine, his hand going down to squeeze his cock. He didn’t often exert power over Buggy in the bedroom, it was usually a more gentle give and take between them, but this awoke something in him. Mr.3 slid his cock into Buggy’s waiting mouth, as far as he could go, until Buggy choked around him. But even as he pulled back, Buggy’s hands tugged at his hips, as if asking for more. The way Buggy looked up at him, held his mouth open, so ready to please, to be used, it was like Mr.3 lost control over himself.

Mr.3 thrust sharply, making Buggy gag, but he didn’t let up, using his mouth like he asked, as if it was just a hole, just a sex toy. Tears streamed down Buggy’s cheeks, his eyes glassy, the palm of his hand pressing his cock to his thigh to rub himself while the other held onto Mr.3’s hip like a lifeline, ready to stop him if things go too rough. Mr.3 pushed in deep, until Buggy’s soft round nose pressed against his neatly trimmed pubic hair. Buggy’s throat worked around him, trying to expel him, but eventually he swallowed around him. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the tight feeling of Buggy’s throat, squeezing him, pulling him in. Mr.3 had to hold onto Buggy’s hair, trying to steady himself, unable to stop his shaking, his whole body trembling with arousal, on the cusp of cumming.

He pulled out and plunged back in, barely giving Buggy enough time to breathe. He moaned aloud as Buggy swallowed around him again. Buggy had sucked his cock plenty of times, but never this deep. They had gotten close, but Buggy was usually the one in control and Mr.3 rarely lasted long enough for Buggy to work him in deep enough. So this feeling of making Buggy take him as far as he could was addicting, heady, made him want to do it again and again.

Buggy smacked his leg in quick succession and Mr.3 pulled out, thick trails of saliva followed his cock and oozed from the corners of Buggy’s mouth.

“You ok?” Mr.3 asked in a panic, cupping Buggy’s face.

“Yeah, couldn’t breathe.” Buggy answered hoarsely between harsh pants.

“Sorry, Buggy, I won’t do it again.” Mr.3 cursed himself internally for not paying attention. He got lost in the feeling of using him, and that was a very dangerous path to go down.

“I like when Daddy uses me. Just didn’t want to pass out.” He sighed, leaning his face into Mr. 3’s hand.

He hated that his cock visibly twitched between them at Buggy’s words. And worst, Buggy noticed.

He grinned up at Mr.3, his teeth red with smeared lipstick, but somehow that didn’t make him look any less appealing.

“Mmmm, Daddy likes using his good boy, huh?” Buggy sat up, dragging his hands over Mr.3’s thighs, pushing himself up to get in his face. Mr. 3 could feel himself turning red. Damn him, stupid sexy clown. “Want to fuck my other hole, Daddy?”

Buggy blinked up at him innocently, as if he hadn’t just asked him something filthy.

Mr.3 choked on air and covered his face with his hands, his cheeks burning so hot he could feel them radiating heat. Too much. This strange roleplay, it was too much.

“Aww, don’t be shy, Daddy. I made it nice and slick for you.” Buggy pulled at one of his hands but Mr.3 kept his eyes closed. He had to process this. Why did he like Buggy calling him Daddy so much. Why was it so arousing? It had to be a personal failing of some kind.

Buggy brought Mr.3’s hand behind him, and guided his fingers between his cheeks, to brush over his slick rim. “Feel that Daddy? I was thinking about you all day. I’m so wet for you.”

Mr.3 let out a strangled groan. Something in him snapped. He wrapped his arms around Buggy, picked him up and dropped him onto the bed. Buggy let out a little shriek of surprise at the sudden manhandling, but it melted into soft sounds and appreciative moans as Mr.3 pushed him face down into the bed. Buggy’s hips and legs hung off the side of the bed and Mr.3 stood behind him, rutting against his round cheeks. He was so soft, he loved how his fingertips sank into his plush hips, how his body gave so easily to him, like he was a new material to be manipulated under his hands.

He pushed his cock between Buggy’s cheeks, rubbing himself over his rim, not yet pushing inside. He grabbed the body oil from his massage and poured a healthy amount over his dick and Buggy’s ass. They both let out little sounds of pleasure as Mr.3 continued to rut against him, the glide much smoother. His body heat was so warm, the oil made everything deliciously slick. He could cum just like this. Buggy said he wanted to be used, right?

“Please!” Buggy whined, lifting his hips, “Need you, Daddy!”

A guttural groan bubbled up from Mr.3’s chest, surprising himself at how animalistic he sounded. He guided the head of his cock to Buggy’s entrance and pushed in, oil pooling around where they were joined.

“Yessss.” Buggy hissed, clenching unintentionally around him before relaxing. Mr.3 felt like he couldn’t take a deep breath, panting hard as he pushed all the way inside his tight heat. Buggy was so hot and slick, sucking him in like he couldn't get enough. Mr.3 gripped Buggy’s hips and slowly thrust in and out, gaining speed until their skin slapped together with every sharp thrust.

“Fuck! Just like that Daddy! Use my tight little boy pussy.”

Mr.3 shook his head and grabbed a fistful of Buggy’s hair, wrapping it around his hand, pulling hard enough to make Buggy arch. He moaned as he was forced to stretch, bouncing back on Mr.3’s cock.

“Don’t call it that again. Or Daddy won’t let you cum.” He had cringed at the word ‘boy pussy.’ He didn’t mind the dirty talk, but that one was a bridge too far.

Buggy let out a laugh, which turned into a moan.

“Daddy doesn’t like it when I call my hole a boy pussy?”

Ok that’s it.

Mr.3 pulled out entirely, going as far as to take a step back and Buggy whipped his head to look back at him, panic written all over his face.

“O-ok! I won’t call it that anymore!! Please, Dino, don’t stop.”

Mr.3 stood there for a few beats, making Buggy sweat, before he lined himself back up, smacked Buggy’s ass, then pushed back inside him. “Good boy.” He grunted, working his way back to his quick pace from before.

“Hah -yeah- I'm your good boy. Just for you, Daddy.”

Mr.3 shivered in pleasure. He had to accept the pet name. He liked the idea of being called Daddy by Buggy. More than liked it, he was turned on by it. He pushed as far as he could into Buggy, leaning over him, covering him with his body. Slowly he grinded into him, holding him close as he littered his shoulders with kisses. Buggy may be a sex fiend, but Mr.3 couldn’t complain about making love to his partner almost every night...Even if he did weird sex stuff sometimes. Whatever they did together, the pleasure was worth the pains.

Mr.3 pushed up onto his hands and thrust sharply, slamming into Buggy over and over, abdomen flexing hard as hips bounced against Buggy's soft ass.

Buggy gasped aloud, arching his back and lifting his hips as his hand disappeared between his legs. “Mmm, right there- fuck- right there, Daddy!”

He moaned loudly and Mr.3 quietly matched him, not stopping, maintaining the same position, the same speed, wanting to bring Buggy over the edge.

“Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.” He chanted, becoming progressively louder, until he cut himself off with a moan that burst out of him. He clamped down on Mr.3 as he rode out his orgasm, shaking from head to toe.

Mr.3 gripped Buggy’s hips, short nails digging into his skin as he followed after Buggy, cumming inside of him, milked by his pulsing insides. It was unbelievably intense, wave after wave made his cock squeeze until he felt like he had nothing left to give him. He pulled out as soon as his cock stopped twitching, legs shaking from his workout, and flopped onto his back next to Buggy.

Buggy laid with his cheek resting on his hands, looking blissful. Mr.3 looked over him, a soft smile pulling at his lips at the sight of his lovely partner. He brushed back Buggy’s hair, who let out a sighed of satisfaction.

“I knew it.” Buggy mumbled with his eyes closed.

“Knew what?” Mr.3 continued petting Buggy’s hair, expecting a sweet answer about how he loves him.

“I knew you had a Daddy kink!” Buggy cracked open one eye and grinned at him.

Mr.3’s face fell and he stopped petting Buggy’s hair.

“I’m not having sex with you anymore.” Mr.3 turned on his side to look away from Buggy. Of course it wasn’t true, but he should seriously consider it.

“WHAT!? NO!! C’mon I won’t say it again!!” Buggy shook his shoulder and Mr.3 laid there smiling to himself. Daddy could let Buggy squirm for just a little longer.

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