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I need this clown in a way that's utterly concerning to feminism #buggytheclown #one-piece

Songbird Pt. 4

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: Buggy and you have successfully escaped Alrong Park and the Marines, but you can't help the anxiety that has welled in your chest. An anxiety brought on by Buggy and his quietness. A strange and unusual quietness that had a million and one thoughts running through your head. So when you finally make it onto his ship and he leaves you to fend for yourself with his freaks, you can't help but think those thoughts might be true. That Buggy might have grown bored of you.

Tags: Angst, fluff?, Smut

Word Count: 5.7K

A/N: Guys...please forgive me for my long-windedness/word count. I really can't help it. But it's not fully my fault because these two have more nerves than I know how to deal with. Anyywayy, thank you for reading and I hope you guys enjoy it!!!! 🩷

...Also do I plan on this having at least 2 more parts...yes. Definitely.

Requested by: @srgtjamesbarnes (🩷)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

The boat ride to find Buggy’s ship had been quiet. A quiet that was very, very unlike the clown. A quiet you tried to break a few times here and there, but whenever you would finally get his attention he would look at you with such…anxiety it had you pausing. Had a bubble of anxiety welling within your own chest.

So you left Buggy to be look-out as you rustled through your bag, grabbing out your make-up and fixing the damage those fish-man had done to it. As you worked, you began to hum. A hum that turned into soft lyrics of a song you had been toying around with for a few days now.

It was one of longing. Of a restless need to be around someone so much it was maddening. One of freedom and the sea and two people who could do nothing against that need. But it was one you never could quite figure out the ending to.

An ending…maybe that’s what you had done when you fucked Buggy behind that boulder. Maybe you had ended whatever attraction he had had towards you. Maybe he had gotten what he had wanted from you and your continued burning need to be around him was misled--vastly misled. Did he even want you on his crew?

All these thoughts and feelings turned your song bitter--sharp.

“My crew is going to think I have a siren with me.” Buggy’s voice suddenly spoke from before you. You cut your song quickly, looking away from your small hand-held mirror for a split second to look him over. To find him lending against the railing, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you right back with those intense green-blue eyes of his.

“Siren…has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Maybe my act should be Buggy’s Siren. Dress me up as big fish.” You said, averting your eyes away from the man who was already drawing out such burning desires from within you. And he did it so simply. So…nonchalantly it rustled up a frustration from your chest you couldn’t help.

“You’re ship is in sight I take it?” You asked, brushing the last bit of mascara onto your upper lash.

When he didn’t answer, you closed your mirror with a sharp snap, blinking his way again. Blinking in a slow, piercing manner. In a way you had always used to intimidate and unsettle.

And hell if Buggy didn’t look intimidated and unsettled. And hell if you didn’t want to grab him and pin him to the splintering deck of this small ship and fuck him while he looked just the slightest bit scared of you.

But that anxiety and unsureness filled his green-blue eyes again. An anxiety and unsureness that, in turn, all but squashed your hard glare. Made you feel unsure of yourself all over again. Had you’re chest welling with that same anxiety. Anxiety you absolutely hated feeling.

“Why do you keep--” You were cut off by a massive ship moving up alongside yours. Its wood a darkish maroon in color with red and white stripes painted along the front of it. The sounds of commanding shouts and rushing around floated down to you from the crew aboard.

A ship you easily could tell was Buggys, not only from the paint job, but by looking at the flag with his clown skull and crossbones Jolly Roger stitched onto it.

Buggy marched off to drop the anchor of your ship as you put away all your things. He came back around to flash you that overly confident grin of his.

“Show time.” And as if on some dramatic queue, a rope ladder came tumbling down the side of the ship's hull. Buggy gave you his signature clicking wink before climbing up the ladder. You watched him climb for a moment, your own nerves and anxiety fluttering around in your chest uselessly.

It had been a long time since you had been on a real pirate crew. One that was bloodthirsty and ruthless and chaotic. The Straw Hats were almost the complete opposite of all that. Chaotic, yes, but they believed in mercy. In helping people rather than taking them for all they had. They didn’t actively enjoy causing pain and suffering.

Buggy’s crew would be vastly different and it help that you had been one of the people to beat their asses only a few weeks ago. Wouldn’t help that you had been a part of the crew that had kept their captain’s head hostage.

And Buggy’s quietness--that anxiety in his eyes--did nothing to help any of these facts. It only made them all that much worse.

You threw your bag over your shoulder, Buggy disappearing over the railing, before following after him. As you climbed, you overheard the joyous greeting Buggy received from his crew only for the clown to start shouting at them for being complete idiots.

You had just swung your legs over the railing, landing on the balls of your feet, when he had demanded his hat back. A hat you found in the hands of the green-haired man who’d had such a burning hatred for Zoro. A man whose eyes narrowed upon seeing you.

You sharpened your gaze right back, scanning over the crowd of circus-themed pirates, finding a few you had fought back when they had captured you. A few looked outright scared of you while others wore icy glares.

One of them, a polar bear hat-wearing man, looked a little frightened at your appearance. You didn’t blame him, having terrorized him the most out of all his other crew mates. He backed up the slightest bit into a large shadow that loomed over him. A shadow, upon closer look, you found to be a lion. A lion that looked very pissed off at you. Looked at you like you might be his next meal.

“Captian Buggy, what is she doing here?” The green-haired man asked with a hiss in your direction. Buggy turned his green-blue eyes on you and gestured you over with a gloved hand.

“Y/N has decided to join this merry band of freaks.” He said as you almost intsntaly made your way over to his side, hardly letting up your tough exterior.

Weakness was always snuffed out on ships like this. You’d seen it first hand--had snuffed it out yourself a handful of times.

“I decided to add a new act to my show.” Buggy widened his stance, throwing his hands up in an arching motion as if showing off some sign. “Buggy’s Magnificent Songbird!” He paused for a moment as if waiting for something. Something he snapped his sharp eyes back onto his crew for.

“Applause?” And his crew instantly began clapping, a few shooting you sharp looks before you started clapping alongside them. “Gods--I leave for a few weeks and everything goes to hell.” He hissed, before waving his hand in a sharp cutting motion which was everyone's queue to stop.

“Please make her comfortable--feed her, give her the grand tour, maybe get her something else to wear.” Something else to wear? Your clothes were fine. You almost snapped this his way but bit your tongue.

This was not Luffy’s crew. You couldn’t just smack talk your captain--especially in front of the entirety of his crew.

“Don’t disturb me for any reason.” He snapped, his crew giving a round of understanding. Those green-blue eyes found your face again, looking it over like he might say something and you stood there, ready to hear his voice, foll--but he turned on his heel and marched off into the inner workings of his ship.

Was he just going to ignore you? Ignore you when you had just joined his crew?

He was done with you. Your brain mused. A dark musing you refused to humor. You weren’t done with him. Wouldn’t be done with him until he told you with his own words he was bored of you.

“You a spy?” A gruff voice belonging to a very large, buff man asked from the gathered crowd of pirates. Every last gathered pirate watched you, waiting for an answer with guarded and hate-filled features.

“You were a part of that kid's crew. Punched me right in the face--my face.” The polar bear hat-wearing man hissed, seeming overly upset about the whole thing. His lion gave a low growl, seeming just as upset. You tried to not show fear at the massive beast behind him, to just bat your lashes at it as if it was just a oversized house cat.

“You worked with Roronoa Zoro--a pirate hunter. How do you expect us to trust you?” The green-haired man said, arms crossed over his chest. A chorus of agreements and little mean stabs directed at you filled the air. You looked over every last face assembled before you slowly--marked each and every last one of them.

You blinked once, twice, three times…

“Shall I tell our dear Captian I found most of you running away from that fight? That, had I not beat your asses, you would have left him?” A few faces paled, eyes going wide. The only one who seemed to keep their near pissed-off demeanor was that green-haired, scarf-wearing pirate.

“And while you were all sitting on your asses, I was the one to free his body from Alrong and his fucking fish people. Humm…I wonder where you all were? Hiding? Not giving one shit about your Captain?”

“You made your point.” The bear-hat-wearing man spoke, his hand having found its way into his lion’s pink-dyed mane as if seeking comfort. The green-haired man continued to stare daggers your way, his mouth opening, and the first few syllables of whatever else he had to say spilling from his mouth before he was cut off.

“Enough Cabaji.” The lion’s master snapped. You quickly came to the realization that this pathetic man, who you had knocked out after two punches to the face, must be a high-ranking member of Buggy’s crew. Must have some power over the rest of the crew because every last one of them seemed to back down. To avert their eyes from you as if the warning had been directed at them.

“Now--you. Go get her something to eat and find a place for her to stay.” He commanded, pointing to a spindly woman who gave a little squawk at the sudden attention.

“Y-Yes, sir.” She said, hopping forward to greet you. You looked her over, finding she wore a red, black, and sparkly two-piece outfit that seemed to be loose enough to give her free range of her body. Found her make-up was just as equally sparkly. “Follow me.” She said and you did, continuing to hold Cabaji’s sharp glare as you passed him.

The woman showed you around the ship, which was called the Big Top. She told you of how things worked here and told you of her own act, that of a juggling contortionist--though she confided in you that she had yet to learn the juggling part, her face as red as her outfit.

She found you a new outfit which was very tight, very showy, and very sparkly. You wanted to refuse it but knew it probably was for the best, changing into it as she set up a space for you in the women's quarters. There were only seven women on Buggy’s crew you found out, you bringing the number up to a stunning eight.

It was honestly more then you had expected, seeing as most pirate crews had only one woman, if none at all

After that, she gave you a plate of food from the kitchen, which seemed to have just been made. It consisted of rice, fish, and some sort of brown sauce you were told was not gravy. It was a far cry from Sanji’s cooking, but you had lived off this sort of food for most of your life--Sanji had spoiled you in that manner.

Seeing as you had just eaten about an hour ago, you were not hungry, but you knew in an instant who would be. Who probably hadn’t bothered to feed himself despite his hunger.

You had all but had to beat the information of where Buggy’s quarters were out of the very skittish woman before you could make your way there, your outfit itching at the skin under your armpit.

You couldn’t help the nerves that fluttered into your chest as you stood before his door. You wondered for a moment if he truly was bored of you now. Bored now that you had fucked him and he was back to his former glory. If he was…uninterested in you now.

Shoving all your thoughts down, you pushed through his door, finding it was stupidly unlocked. His room was dimly lit by the one oil lamp on his vanity, which was cluttered with tins full of grease paint and make-up brushes that looked like they had seen better days.

The rest of his room, from what you could see not showered in shadow, was just as equally cluttered. Clothes and shoes were thrown to the ground in a way that showed he had no real care for the space. A space that was very, very circus-themed to the point it almost hurt your eyes.

“I will fucking kill--” Buggy’s voice, dangerous and pissed, started, but cut shortly when he spotted it was you.

You found he had been laying over top of his red-sheet-covered bed, which didn’t look like it had been made in days. Found he was in nothing but a pair of dark boxers, his clothes thrown to the ground. He had even thrown his banana off, allowing his blue, bed-mused hair, which ended just around his ears, to flow free. You also found he still wore that smudged face paint, which had only grown more messed up thanks to the little dip you both had taken earlier that day.

And you found you couldn’t look over his body enough. Couldn’t stop the heat that began to pool within your body once more.

“Out.” He commanded, his voice faltering in such a small manner many might not have caught.

“No.” You challenged, shutting the door before you made your way through the clutter-filled room.

“Excuse me?” He challenged right back, sitting fully up now as if he planned on throttling you. You may know not to challenge and butt-heads with him in front of his crew, but you knew you would continue to do it in private like this. Not when you loved teasing the man so much. “I’m your--”

“Captian,” You said, dropping your voice to that of a sultry tone. One that left Buggy’s mouth hanging open like he forgot what he was saying. “I only wanted to bring you something to eat--because I’m so grateful for you allowing me to work under you--under such a strong, feared pirate captain.” You said, coming to a stop next to his bed.

Green-blue eyes stayed glued to you. Eyes that scanned over your body, all but eating it up. You couldn’t help the little smirk that pulled to the corner of your mouth--he was still very interested, but he was fighting it for some unknown reason. Some reason you were sure as hell going to figure out.

You gave a little twirl, moving in slow, rounding motions that put every little detail of your body on display for him--every little detail you used to taunt and bait the man.

“You like it?” You asked, facing him once more. He nodded, words seeming to fail in that moment. Words that never, ever seemed to fail him, no matter how stupid or annoying they were. “It’s just a little tight here.” You said, tugging lightly at the fabric around your breasts. “Might have to take it off.”

“Take it off.” Buggy's voice came out rough and commanding and dangerous and it made your pussy throb all so painfully. Had an uncontrollable whine escape your throat as you nodded.

“Yes, sir.” You lulled, placing the plate of food down on the bedside table. Buggy watched you intensely as you pulled your arms from the long sleeves, and as you pulled the fabric down, your breasts all but popping out, thankful to be rid of the itchy and tight fabric. Their appearance had Buggy’s fists clenching, a small sound escaping his own throat.

“Slower.” He commanded and you obeyed, slowing your actions as you shimmied out of the extravagant outfit. You kicked it to the side, adding it to the clutter of clothes on his floor. Now fully bare to him, having opted out of any sort of underwear while changing, you did yet another little twirl.

“It was so itchy.” You said, facing him again. “I think this is much better.”

“Fuck,” Buggy said lowly on a breath. “Songbird--”

“Captian Buggy…” Another little breathy curse left his lips. “What’s your next order?”

“Come here.” He said, voice sounding as if he was struggling to even form words. You climbed into his bed without a second thought, Buggy watching your body move with a lick of his lips.

You reached a hand out, touching his arm as if testing the waters--to see if you could touch him. He had been so aloof during the journey here, but his eyes glanced to your fingers for a moment before returning to your body--to your face as you swung a leg over his lap to straddle him.

His calloused and scared hands ran over your thighs, giving your flesh tight little squeezes as he moved them slowly upwards. His touch sent your body buzzing in a way that was crazy. In a way you’d never experience with any other person.

As you allowed him to touch you, you took notice of the bruises covering his skin. Bruises that came in varying sizes and colors.

You remembered darkly back to both your time on the Merry. Remembered catching him flinching and hissing in pain at being used as someone's fucked-up punching bag. Leaning down, you pressed a feather-light kiss to a bruise on his collarbone, your hands roaming around his sides to rest on his back as if to hold him. Buggy took a shuddery breath, his own lips kissing at your shoulder.

“I should have kept one of those basters.” You murmured against his skin as you moved on to the next bruise, giving it the same treatment. “Given them to you as a present.” Buggy gave that little funky laugh of his, squeezing your hips tightly.

“Finding them dead around your feet was good enough for me, songbird. Was so fucking hot.” He said, tugging on your hips to try and get you to sit yourself fully on his lap. You allowed it, his erection, which tented his black boxers, now between your thighs seeming so ready for your attention. You kissed another bruise on his chest, which was covered in a dusting of blue hair.

And despite wanting to fuck him into oblivion, your brain dragged up how he had looked on the journey here. How he had been so anxious and nervous. So much so he hadn’t talked to you except to point his ship out. So much so it made your own thoughts an anxious mess.

He only wants your body. Your brain sang in such a horrible, mocking way. You knew thats all he wanted. Knew you two were just fuck buddies…but then you thought of the way you wanted to be around him. Thought about the conversations you’d had with him. You had told him about your enslavement and he--he had told you nothing. You knew nothing about his past.

Just fuck buddies and you knew that…but you couldn’t help how he made you feel every time he graces your presence. How he, despite bing a pain, made you laugh.

“Captian?” A little moan rumbled through his chest, his teeth giving your shoulder a little bite.

“Songbird?” He questioned back, you kissing yet another bruise. An older one you could tell from its browning color.

You let your fingers draw lazy circles along his spine. A movement you used to prolong your own asking of that questions which bugged you to no end.

Anxious. You couldn’t get past that anxiety that was boiling in your chest. An anxiety you had been fighting off and learning to live with your whole life. An anxiety this fucking idiot clown was bringing out of you.

“Do you want me here?” You all but whispered, not pulling your face away from where you rested it on his chest. He was quiet for a moment. A moment that only made your stupid anxiety rise sharply in your chest.

“What?” He asked, sounding utterly confused. A hand moved from your hip only to grab your chin in a surprisingly gentle grip, forcing you to look at him. His green-blue eyes looked over your face, brows furrowed and that same nervousness you had been seeing laying just below his confused features. “I asked you here.”

“Yes…but asking and meaning are two different things. And on the way here--I just felt maybe I had overstepped. That you…” You bit your lips.

This was just a fuck buddy situation. You reminded yourself yet again. You two had no real commitment to the other. So airing your feelings to him--Buggy who was now your Captain--was a weak and pathetic move. A really, really stupid move. Weakness was snuffed out on pirate ships and connections were far and few apart between.

“That I what?” He asked and you found yourself shaking your head like you were suddenly shy. Slight annoyance at your refusal to talk had Buggy’s grip on your chin tightening in a way you absolutely loved. His hand which still remains on your hip did the same thing, sharply pulling your body closer to his. Bringing his hard cock flush against your pussy, which had no interest in your anxiety-filled conversation.

“I can make you walk the plank if that would motivate you to tell to me more.” He threatened in that low, deep tone of his. Fuck--you almost forgot about your stupid thoughts and continued what you had started. You rolled your eyes at him in some show of dominance.

“You’re such an asshole.” You grumbled, only making that grip tighten the slightest bit further.

“Ah, ah, ah. Is that any way to talk to your captain?” He said in that deep tone, pulling your face closer to his.

Your pussy hated you in that moment. In that moment when Buggy was looking so dangerously attractive and all it wanted was for his attention. “Now, do I have to command you to tell me?”

“I thought maybe…” You breathed, trying to settle your racing heart. “maybe you weren’t interested in me anymore. That you had gotten everything you had wanted from me.” Buggy’s grip loosened and that nervousness he had been wearing, even in all his dangerous glory, switched to something like--relief.

“You’re joking?” You narrowed your eyes down at him before yanking your face from his loosened grip.

“No, I’m not--” You started to snap, but Bugy’s funky little laugh cut you off.

“Who wouldn’t be interested in you? Fucking--look at you! You’re…” He took a deep swallow, eyes scanning over your face. “You’re gorgeous.” He said fighting against his words like he might be saying too much.

Gorgeous? It was--not what you had expected him to say. At all. You had expected him to say sexy or hot and say you had amazing tits, but gorgeous?

“W-What?” You said dumbly making him shake his head a little like he was amazed at your lack of knowing.

“My crew--we’re a bunch of rejects. People no one cares enough about and throws away. But you--people care about you. That kid and his doofus crew care about you. Hell--that hot-shot pirate hunter was drooling like some fucking lap dog every time you walk by or gave him an ounce of attention. You don’t belong here.” You stared narrowly down at him.

“So…just to make sure I’m hearing you right. I’m too--social to be on your crew. Too Normal?” He gave a sigh, that anxiety wreaking havoc on his typical flashy confidence. A confidence you gathered was just an act. An act he took and lived in for as long as he could keep it up.

“You’re young and have your whole life ahead of you. You have dreams--ambitions. My dream is old and shared with every last pirate sailing the seas. I’m scared--” His words died in his throat, the sound that spilled from his throat like some frog had been killed in his room.

Scared. He was scared--of what?

Normal pirates didn’t share emotions. Kept them buried deep and behind iron fortresses. Pirate Captains never showed an ounce of feeling so that they would come off as fearless--demon-like.

Buggy had almost let that facade slip and you loved it. Wanted to drag every last little feeling and fear he had from him.

“Scared of what?” You pressed. Buggy’s eyes hardened as those walls began to rebuild, but you were quick to smash them back down. Quick you pull yourself closer, rubbing your arching pussy against his cock to get him just flustered enough to forget about those walls. His lips parted on a huffed breath at the sudden movement. “Remember what you said, Captain, communication is key.”

“Fuck--Songbird…” He grabbed two fistfuls of your ass, all but helping you grind on him. A grind you stopped suddenly, making a small whimper-like noise leave his lips. Holy shit--it was probably the hottest noise you had heard him make. Maybe even hotter then that danger that lined his voice.

“Captian--I’m all yours. I’m your loyal servant, your weapon to wield, your body to use, and…” You leaned down closer, his eyes blown out and mouth parted, watching your every move.

“You can talk to me. Say anything and it will die with me because I believe being here, on your crew and with you, will lead to great things. Things that will allow me to be free.” You said lowly so that he would be the only one to hear. You watched as his adam’s apple bob on another swallow.

“I don’t want you to hate it here and then leave…leave me.” He gruffed the last part out lowly.

Leave him. Not just his crew, but him. It had your stomach flipping and flopping around like some beached fish.

“But I know you will.” You narrowed your eyes but quickly remembered you had told him you would be taking down the king who had enslaved you.

“I’m staying and I won’t leave. Not fully. Not forever. You are my Captian now and my loyalty is something I take very seriously.” You said, his breath all but hitching in the back of his throat. You peered into his eyes, finding something like unbelieving living in them. “I’ll prove it to you. Everyday.” You said, brushing your lips against his. “Now…what’s your next order?” He gave your ass a nice squeeze.

“How about you help me take these boxers off?” You nodded, kissing his jaw and throat. As you continued downward, you left a trail of wet, sloppy kisses on his skin. Kisses that had Buggy making those small little moany sounds you wanted to draw out of him more and more.

When you got to the edge of his boxers, his cock straining against the fabric and brushing against your throat, you turned your gaze back up onto him. Found all that anxiety and nerves which had filled his green-blue eyes replaced by nothing but foggy-lust.

“These?” You questioned, hooking your fingers in the elastic band only to let it go with a sharp snap. His body gave a jerk.

“Songbird--” He all but warned, making your pussy clench.

“Sorry, Captain…All I want to do is please you.” You said, pulling his boxers down slowly. Pulled them down until his cock was springing free and you were tossing them off the bed. You smiled as you turned your gaze back to his cock, which twitched for attention. A gaze you snapped back up to find Buggy watching you, near panting.

You leaned down and gave his pre-come dripping head a kiss, never once daring to break eye contact with Buggy, who gave another one of those little moans you loved to hear. You liked it so much you ran your tongue over the small slit there, licking away the droplet of liquid there just to hear it again.

“Orders?” You said, voice honey-thick, before licking the full length of his cock.

“Fuck, baby--come here.” He said, hardly waiting for you to move before he grabbed your face up and claiming your lips against his. Regardless of it only having been a day since kissing him last, you missed his lips. Missed how his stubble scratched at your skin. Missed the softness of his lips. Missed how all-consuming his kiss was--how fiery.

You began to grind yourself against Buggy’s cock, trying to give your begging pussy any sort of friction and relief. Buggy moaned against your lips as he slid his hands from your face and down your neck.

He gave your breasts a tight squeeze, running his thumbs over your pebbled nipples. It sent pleasure shooting fast through your body before his hands found their home back on your hips.

“Songbird--I have to be back in you. Fuck--please let me be inside you.” You gave a moan of your own at his near beg, nodding against his lips.

“Yes. Please, please, please.” You begged right back, moving your own hand down his chest and over his toned abdomen to take hold of his cock. You ran his head through your dripping folds before sinking slowly down onto his cock.

Buggy pulled away from your lips to watch you descend downward, splitting you open in such a wonderful way. Watched and cursed on a moany breath as you took him into you inch by glorious inch. You kissed his temple, his cheek, and his jaw before resting your head against his shoulder, which flexed against his tight hold on your hips.

It was much easier to take his cock than it had been back on that beach. Your pussy formed around him near perfectly as if it remembered every little dip and vein it possessed.

Sitting flush on Buggy’s lap, all but skewered on his dick, he kissed your neck right over the sensitive area he had all but dug his teeth into earlier.

“So good--feel so fucking good around me, songbird.” He mumbled into your neck, his teeth grazing over your neck in a way that drove you crazy.

“I-I dreamed of this too--of you inside me.” You mumbled right back biting at his shoulder as he gave yet another one of those little moans. “Make me feel so good, Captain.” You said, beginning to move your hips upwards. “So fucking good.” You sunk back down and started up a slow and steady pace, pulling moan after moan from Buggy’s lips. Moans you couldn’t help but meet as tingling pleasure moved through your pussy and up into your whole body.

Buggy moved his hand from your hip so that he could grab your face and all but devoured your lips once more. A kiss that demanded entrance to your mouth, which your hunger allowed. Your tongues moved together in a wicked dance that had your brain spinning.

His hand moved away from your jaw and found its way to where the two of you were joined together--where you were moving yourself up and down on his wonderful, wonderful cock.

His fingers easily found your clit and began to rub slow, torturous circles over it. Such a touch that had your hips moving closer to it, almost faltering in your pace.

Your legs began to shake from the effort of dealing out such pleasure for both you and Buggy. Shake and slow in a way that nearly brought tears to your eyes.

“Getting tired?” He panted against your mouth, never pulling his fingers from your clit. You nodded on a small whimper. “Want me to take over, baby?” No sooner had you nodded than had Buggy flipped you onto your back, making your body bounce slightly against the bed. Buggy stood on his knees as he spread your legs as far as they went, green-blue eyes watching as he began to thrust down into you.

You watched as one of his hands detached from his wrist, which still spread your leg wide, and floated back between your legs. Watched as it started back up the circling of your clit, sending sparks shooting through your body.

Buggy’s thrusts gradually became quicker and quicker. Became ruthless in just the way you wanted.

You reached your hand down to place it on top of Buggy's detached one, helping him move his fingers faster against your clit so that it drew you closer and closer to your finish. A finish that grew closer and closer, building up deep within you.

“I’m gonna--Captian, I’m gonna come.” You moaned, eyes fogging over in a pleasured daze.

“Come for me, songbird. Fuck--let me feel you come around my cock.” He said, hand running over your leg in a way that sent your skin on fire. “Come, baby.”

“Yes, sir. Yes, sir.” You whined out, feeling your pussy clench around his cock in twitching spurs as your finish flooded through you. You shut your eyes tight on a low moan, Buggy’s thrusts become that much quicker and uneven before he slammed his hips flush against yours, his hot come rushing into you. He moaned out your name as he did. Moaned your name on that little breath you loved hearing.

You reached for him, grabbing hold of his arm to yank him down over top of you. His lips found yours again in a lazy kiss as his hand reattached to his wrist.

“Thank you for that warm welcome, Captain.” You said, tangling your fingers into his blue hair to keep him close to you. Buggy gave that funky laugh of his, his lips finding your neck again.

“I do pride myself on my warm welcomes.”

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stateofcharli · 2 years ago

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Take Me With You [Buggy x Reader] [Part 2]

warnings: fem reader, oc insert, age gap(reader is 19), smut, oral(fem receiving), cream pie

a/n: here’s part 2!! Hope you guys enjoy I made this one a little extra spicy🤭 I listened to Norman Fucking Rockwell while writing this is that means anything to you guys.

part 1

Once Buggy had hauled Y/n onto his ship, his crew began to gawk at her, thinking that their captain had taken something for himself while he was away.

Y/n felt the eyes on her, feeling a lot of the men eying her up.

Buggy rolled his eyes and put his hand on top of Y/n’s head, “Ok, ok everybody shut up!” Buggy shouted, “Here’s how this is gonna go, if I see any of you touching her, looking at her, or speaking to her, you’re getting thrown overboard. Does that sound good?” His crew had become even more silent, and Y/n could feel the lustful stares leaving her body, which gave her some relief.

“Ok. Great, everybody get back to work and let’s get out of this damn place.” Buggy sighed and grabbed Y/n’s forearm, dragging her in the direction of his quarters.

“Wait so I’m not allowed to talk to anybody on your crew?!” Y/n huffed at Buggy, expecting him to be protective but not overprotective. “Listen cupcake, you don’t know my crew, if those guys talk to you it’s safe to assume they’d wanna get in your pants.” He replied, shoving her into his room and closing the door behind himself, “Maybe after a while once they get used to seeing you, but not now.”

Y/n nearly toppled over due to how roughly he shoved her, but she quickly regained balance and looked around his room.

It wasn’t exactly how she pictured it would look like in her head.. it was, messy. Not a collected, organized mess, but literally messy.

She noted the empty and half empty bottles of booze on one of the tables, that probably been there for who knows how long. The bed wasn’t made, tins of grease paint scattered over a vanity along with dirty makeup brushes. She walked over to it, picking up one of the brushes, “You really need to clean these.”

Buggy walked over to her and took it out of her hand, setting it back where it was, “It’s fine, it’s just face paint.”

“Yeah, but like- bacteria build up.”

Buggy ignored her, jerking his coat off and then pulling his bandana off, letting his long blue hair fall gracefully down his back. He sighed as he raked his fingers through his scalp. Y/n couldn’t help but watch him— the way his muscles moved, his long hair that she actually never seen before until now. How did he get it all tucked in that bandana?

She set her backpack filled with all of her stuff down on his vanity chair, thankfully her bag was big enough to fit all of her clothes and other shit she got from the Going Merry.

“Ok princess, it’s been a while since I had a good nap, so I’m gonna crash for a while.. uh, don’t leave the room. Just.. I dunno keep yourself entertained.” Buggy grumbled, beginning to take his vest off; he didn’t know if he should strip completely down to his underwear like he usually did since Y/n was here.. so he decided to just keep his pants on.

“What- you’re just gonna sleep?” Y/n scoffed and crossed her arms.

Buggy looked at her as he tossed his vest to the ground, “Yeah, my head was in a— wet, sandy bag for the past few days, I think I deserve a nap.” He huffed, “You should’ve brought stuff to keep you busy, it’s not like I have any coloring books or fucking.. dolls or anything.”

“I did bring stuff, I brought all of my stuff.” Y/n said as she looked through her bag.

“Damn, you were prepared huh?” Buggy said as he walked over to her, looking down into her bag; he got interested upon seeing a sliver of what looked to be a a lacy bra.. but he didn’t bring it up.

He looked at Y/n, his eyes slowly drifting down to her cleavage, “What were you gonna do if I said no? You would’ve packed all this shit for nothing.” He began to imagine a sad looking Y/n, back on that straw hat’s ship putting all of her stuff back where it was if Buggy rejected her..

“I would’ve just begged you until you said yes.” Y/n looked up at Buggy, god he was so handsome with his hair down, the way he looked down at her with those gorgeous eyes were making her swoon all over again.

She could look at him and admire him all day if she could.

Buggy however, didn’t want her looking at him for more than 2 seconds, he slowly turned his gaze away once his eyes met hers; Buggy knew if she looked at him for longer than that, seeing all of his flaws, ragged stubble, his damn nose. He knew whatever little “fantasy” she had of him would quickly fade upon seeing how repulsive and hideous he was. He already felt a bit uneasy being shirtless, seeing her look at his hairy chest; did she not like what she saw?! I mean she was the one who decided to run off with a grown ass man she should know what a man’s body looks like, why was she staring so much?!

Why couldn’t she be happy with that blonde waiter boy? Or that fit looking swordsman? Or that kid making the bomb.. whatever that kid’s name was.

Why him of all people? A bitter, hideous clown with an equally hideous nose.

“Begged me? Am I that worth it, hot stuff?” Buggy scoffed and laughed before going over to his bed and flopping down, sighing as he rested his arms behind his head.

“I think you’re more than worth it.” Y/n giggled and walked over to sit beside his laying body, looking down at his abs, her eyes drifted towards his happy trail. Having his body here was much better than just having his head. There was so much more to look at and admire she felt like she was about to explode. She laid down beside of Buggy, snuggling into his side.

Y/n brushed some strands of his hair away so she could rest her head on his chest. Buggy’s eyes widened a little bit, “You gonna sleep with me?” He chuckled, then mentally cringed at the phrasing he used.

“I mean there’s nothing else to do.. you don’t want your crew flirting with me so I can’t really leave.” She giggled, then traced Buggy’s collar bone with the tip of her finger, she then noticed his necklace; it wasn’t anything fancy but it looked like a silver coin, “Where’d you get this from?” Y/n asked with curiosity, gently holding the silver pendent between her fingers.

“I saw it on some old geezer one day and thought it looked flashy.” Buggy looked down at Y/n, eyeing her up once more; not with lust but genuinely trying to examine her. This was.. way too suspicious for him. Why was this attractive, young woman clinging onto him? She wanted to beg to come with him, she said she felt safe with him.

This couldn’t just be due to the fact he was a bit of a sweet talker while she took care of his severed head. Y/n had to have an ulterior motive.. this had to be some kind of.. scheme!

A scheme from that damn straw hat!! They wanted to use one of the pretty girls on their crew to catch him off guard? Give him a false sense of security? Yeah right. Buggy wasn’t going to be so trusting with this girl.

Y/n let go of the necklace and rested her arm over his chest, her eyes moved up towards the window, watching the bright blue sky and the clouds. She looked like a puppy, like a small, helpless animal. There was no way this wasn’t a trap of some sort.

Buggy furrowed his brows and sat up suddenly, making Y/n sit up as well, “Ok, enough with the damn puppy dog eyes.. what the fuck are you playing at here?!” Buggy growled, grabbing Y/n’s neck, holding under her jaw.

“What the hell are you talking about?!” Y/n gasped slightly, looking up at Buggy with wide eyes.

“You can’t possibly be serious?!” Buggy huffed, “Why did you come here? I had every intention to kill you and the rest of those kids, and now you’re just.. rubbing up on me and looking at me with those damn eyes— STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT, GAH!!” Buggy growled and pulled away, standing up from the bed. He put his hands over his face.

Those puppy dog eyes, they’re really going to kill him.

“You’re planning something. You and Shanks’ kid, you guys are trying to punk me, aren’t you?” Buggy looked back at Y/n, rage in his eyes.

Y/n felt a shiver go down her spine, she shook her head, “N-No?? Who’s Shanks? I’m not planning anything, I don’t even know what you’re talking about!”

Buggy stared at Y/n for another moment, glaring angrily, examining her but he just couldn’t understand why.

“I mean, yeah you were going to kill me but.. I thought that, when we spent time together and I took care of you, we kind of..” Y/n looked down, trying to find the right words to say, “Forgot about all of that, I guess.”

“I don’t get it.” Buggy looked away, shaking his head, he put a hand over his eyes before grumbling and looking back at her, “It doesn’t make sense, why me? I’m old enough to be your father!! And I’m not that easy on the eyes-”

“What are you talking about?! You’re gorgeous!” Y/n interrupted, taking Buggy off guard, “You’re the handsomest guy I’ve ever seen!”

“And promised you’d take care of me.” Y/n whispered, looking down at her lap. Buggy’s eyes widened slightly.

Y/n had Buggy’s head sitting on her shelf while she got changed out of his view. “-I mean, what makes a pretty girl like you want to be a pirate.”

Occasionally Buggy would turn around to get a peek; quickly turning away when Y/n would check to see if he was looking, “Because trust me sweetheart, it’s not that glamorous.”

“It’s not the whole pirate thing I’m thrilled about,” Y/n said, finally changed into her sleeping clothes which was just a silk tank top and black micro shorts, “I just wanna go out and see the world.” She fixed her hair in the mirror, making sure it was ok for her to sleep on it.

Buggy couldn’t help but roll his eyes, but it was more of a playful eye roll. As generic as that sounded, and as much as he wanted to be bored.. there was a charm to this little girl. It was also cute how she pranced around, prettifying herself for sleep of all things.

“You know how many people say that but then chicken out once they get out on sea? I got kids wanting to run off and join the circus thinking it’s all sea shanties and shit, but then panic and throw themselves overboard after one rogue wave.” Buggy laughed, it was morbid but.. a guy like him found it hilarious.

“Well, I’m not a kid.” Y/n turned around to look at Buggy, her hands on her hips, “And I’m not afraid of waves, I can take care of myself just fine.”

Buggy eyed Y/n up and down, smirking a bit, “Oh yeah? I can take care of you even better, cupcake.” He grinned, telling himself he was just buttering her up, but damn if he had his body he’d probably already plowed her by now. Y/n’s eyes widened, noticeably getting flustered over his shift in tone; it was deep, gruff, the way he looked at her wasn’t helping either.

“If you want.. you can put me between your legs and we can have some fun.” Buggy snickered, “I know I’m just a head but my mouth can work wonders, baby.”

Buggy sucked in an inhale, then smacked his lips together as he looked so the side, “I did say that didn’t I..” his teeth clenched before he looked back at her, “I mean I didn’t promise it, but I did say that.”

“Well I took it as a promise.” Y/n huffed, looking off to the side with a pout.

“Just because you took something as a promise, doesn’t mean it’s a promise, sweetheart. You’re gonna get your heart broken if you keep doing that.” Buggy sighed and walked back over to her, standing at the edge of the bed in front of her.

There was a good silence before Y/n spoke up again.

“So.. everything you said back there, was a lie?” Y/n whispered. Buggy sighed and held the side of her face, then turned it so she could look up at him, “I mean, not all of it.” He said, in that same deep, rough voice that drove her wild.

“You’re really a pretty girl Y/n. You shouldn’t be with someone like me. I don’t know why you want to, but the fact that I got you so whipped over me because of one interaction is kind of weird.”

“You were literally talking about how you wanted to fuck me!! What did you expect?!” Y/n frowned at him.

“Ok look, the first couple of times I was just trying to tick you off!! It’s not like I planned to have you falling for me.” It was the truth, as soon as Sanji handed his head off to Y/n, he knew he could take advantage of the situation. Saying creepy shit to the pretty girl on the crew, making her uncomfortable.. he never expected her to imprint on him like a fucking duckling.

Maybe he did a bit too much when Y/n accepted those advances but.. she was cute and it turned him on, he couldn’t help himself.

“Then you should know better than to flirt with people!” Y/n crossed her arms.

Buggy rolled his head back as he rolled his eyes, he groaned before looking back down at her, “Alright, alright, I’m sorry.” He said, albeit in a sort of mocking tone, but he was sorry, “Anything I can do to make it up to you?”

Y/n looked down, eyeing at Buggy’s belt area for a moment before looking back up at him, “Um..” she felt heat rise to her cheeks; back on the boat she did think about putting Buggy’s head between her legs.. but she was way too nervous too. Even now that the man had his body, it made her even more nervous.

“Hm?” Buggy hummed quietly, his thumb rubbing back and forth gently across her cheek. He knew she wanted something.. he wanted her to spit it out.

“I can take you up on that offer.. putting your head between my legs.” Y/n looked down, her thighs pressing together as she spoke quietly, like she was embarrassed to say those words— which she was. Embarrassed and so nervous.

Buggy smirked widely, he rubbed Y/n’s cheek before patting it gently, “You want that? Alright. Lay down, princess.”

Y/n was laying flat on the bed now, Buggy loomed over her, he tilted his head and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her, sucking on her top lip before moving down, his hands traveling down with him until he got between her legs. He pulled off her shorts, then her panties and tossed them off the bed.

He spread her thighs wide, his large hands gripping them. Buggy admired Y/n’s pussy, how it was already dripping wet, those pretty little folds and that nice clit.. his boner pressed into his pants and made him groan under his breath.

Buggy leaned down, his nose pressed to her clit as he reached his tongue out and began to lick long stripes into her pussy. Y/n shivered, legs trembling which made Buggy’s grip on them tighten.

Y/n turned her head to the side to bury them into the pillows, muffling her moans and whimpers into them. Buggy grunted softly and moved his hand up to jerk Y/n’s face away from the pillows, “Let me hear you, baby.” Buggy grumbled into her pussy, moving his lips upward to suck and lap at her clit. Y/n trembled, whimpering and moaning loudly as Buggy held her face right up.

Buggy’s hands slowly slid to Y/n’s sides, thumbs gently placed under her breasts as he sucked on her pussy. Damn this was good. Truth be told he hadn’t gotten any action since he was.. I don’t know, 21? And it was only one time on his birthday with a drunk hooker.. he barely even remembered it, he was too busy being a captain now to even focus on sex, just jacking himself off into a rag whenever he needed that kind of relief.

He began to feel more grateful for having Y/n here now, he wouldn’t have to waste hand towels anymore when he could just shoot his load into her.

The thought of Y/n being his personal fuck doll made him harder, he was practically humping his boxers at this point, her pussy tasted amazing; the perfect combo of sweet and salty, nice and juicy like he wanted it.

He squeezed her sides lightly and made Y/n let out a loud mewl. Buggy groaned and grunted as he humped the blankets while sucking her pussy. “A-Aaahh~!! Aahh!” Y/n threw her head back, her pussy clenched and fluttered, she never realized how sensitive she was until Buggy started eating her out. She was trembling all over, already about to cum.

Buggy was groaning and huffing like a dog into her pussy, licking up all of her juices, sucking on her clit. He growled deeply, wanting to pound her into his mattress until the ship sank.

Y/n let out a loud yelp and came hard on Buggy’s tongue, squirting a bit and getting her juices on him. “A-Ahh~ s-sorry..” Y/n looked down at Buggy, seeing the lower half of his face was soaking wet, dripping off of his stubble.

He wiped it off with his hand after licking some off of his lips before chuckling, “What are you sorry for, sweetheart?” He smirked, sitting up on his knees and nestling himself between her legs, beginning to unbuckle his belt.

Y/n blinked slightly, “What are you doing? I already came..” She asked breathlessly. “Yeah? Well I haven’t even gotten my dick wet, sweetheart.” Buggy mumbled, his words made Y/n’s belly tingle with that aroused feeling again, “So just lay back and let daddy take care of you.” He winked at her before freeing his dick from his pants. Y/n eyes widened slightly as she looked down at it, it was huge; bigger than expected. Oh god.. “Is that gonna fit?”

Buggy paused for a moment, looking at Y/n before laughing loudly, gently slapping her inner thigh as he laughed, “Of course it’s gonna fit. Aww, that’s cute.” Buggy chuckled, breathing out before slapping his cock against her wet pussy, “And if it doesn’t, I’ll make it fit.” His voice went deep and husky again, the sudden change of tone made Y/n shiver in arousal.

Buggy groaned deeply when he pushed his cock deep into Y/n. Her back arched as she let out a loud yelp; it was so huge, he was filling her up so well, stretching her out, tip kissing her cervix. “Mmmm-!!” Y/n whimpered, her hips trembled. Buggy let out another groan and rocked his hips back and forth, holding Y/n’s legs up as he did so, “That’s a good girl, see? Fits like a glove.” Buggy laughed through a grunt, his voice gravelly as he began to thrust.

She was so tight, damn it felt good cramming his dick in there. Buggy’s abs clenched as he plowed into her, making the bed creak underneath them. Y/n was moaning so loudly; his crew could probably hear but that’s exactly what Buggy wanted. Just a little kink of his.

Y/n gripped the pillows beside her head and whined, twitching, whimpering and moaning. Buggy squeezed Y/n’s legs, “Yeah that’s it, let it all out, tell everyone who owns you.” Buggy growled, thrusting faster into her. Y/n looked up at Buggy; his body casted a shadow over hers from the light shining in from the window.

“B-Bugggyyy!!” Y/n moaned out, legs trembling in his grip as burning pleasure took over her body. “Don’t you dare cum yet, I just stuck my dick in you, you little shit.” Buggy growled, sending a mix of both fear and arousal through Y/n. His tone was so demanding and dominant— and he was so handsome looming over her, she was going nuts.

Y/n squirmed, trying to hold it in, but she was so sensitive and he was stretching her out so much. Buggy tilted his head back and thrusted rougher into her. “B-Buggy.. B-Buggy please..!”

“Wait.” Buggy growled, looking down at Y/n’s tits, the way they bounced as he fucked her; she was probably the hottest girl he’d ever seen. “You wanted this cock, baby.. You were gonna beg me for this cock.” Buggy grunted, “Don’t be going ‘pleaseeee’ at me. Lay there and take my fucking dick like a good girl.”

Y/n moaned at his words, she was trembling all over, so close to spilling over and cumming. “Aa-Aahhh~!” She couldn’t hold it in anymore, she gasped loudly as she came around his cock, her pussy clenching and fluttering. The sudden tightness made Buggy hunch forward and groan deeply in pleasure.

He let out a guttural, primal sound as he plunged harder into her, “We’ll work on that.” Buggy huffed out, his words almost drowned out from the wet sounds of skin slapping skin and the loud squeaks coming from the bed.

It wasn’t long before Buggy was grunting louder, teeth bared and eyes screwed shut, every muscle in his body twitching as he came into Y/n, cumming deep inside of her pussy and filling her up. Y/n was whimpering, moaning and panting heavily, she could barely keep her eyes open.

Buggy groaned and flipped his long hair to the side to keep it from falling over his face. He breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling with every breath. “Fuck..” he groaned and pulled out, watching his cum leak from her pussy, he glanced at Y/n, spreading her thighs a bit, “You ok?” He asked breathlessly.

Y/n looked up at Buggy and nodded, “Mhm..”

Buggy smirked and gently patted her thigh, “Good girl.” He flopped down on the bed beside of her, sighing heavily, “Right.. about that nap.” He sighed, then turned over with his back facing Y/n. He was exhausted to say the least.

Y/n whined and wrapped her arm around him, “You’re not gonna at least cuddle with me?! This is horrible aftercare!!”

“Jeez alright!!” Buggy chuckled and turned to face Y/n, suddenly encasing her in his strong arms, holding her close to his chest and pressing his lips against the top of her head, giving her kissing and lightly scratching her with his stubble. “Are you gonna be this needy when you’re with me?” Buggy joked.

Y/n snuggled against Buggy’s hairy chest, her arm still wrapped around him as his scent invaded her nose, “Mmm, maybe.” She giggled up at him, “If you don’t take care of me like you promised.”

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