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Chapter 10 - Whisper

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Pairing: One Piece Live Action Buggy x f! Reader

Synopsis: The Buggy Pirates set sail once again. Unfortunately, tensions on the ship are high. Good thing you're there to help Captain Buggy relieve a little stress.

Warnings: Explicit smut, dubious consent, violence/blood, rough sex

Word Count: 13.5k

Notes: "I guess it's curtains for you" my god he is adorable please someone send help I am in loooooove. Happy Easter my friends I hope you like this one we're in the home stretch now.

“Come in, sit down, sweet angel, leave me all your tears Tell me all of your troubles, the weight of your short years Love is only a river drowning all of your cheer Sell me all of your laughter, and I will take some of your fear”

Awareness and clarity greeted you as soon as the slit of steely gray morning sunshine hit your face, peering through the edges of the blinds in Captain Buggy’s cabin. Part of you had already been awake, anticipating the dawn of a new day. Back at sea. Business as usual. Quiet the dread, hush your nerves. You could do this, and it would be fine.

It was hard though. Really hard. You didn’t want to get up. If you just stayed in bed, you could pretend that the previous day hadn’t happened. But you couldn’t do that. The thought of his displeasure if you didn’t get him breakfast while it was warm was reason enough to push you into action.

Buggy didn’t so much as stir when you extracted yourself from beneath his arm to get up. He slept in a haphazard splay with his limbs thrown to all four corners of the bed and his mouth wide open as he snored. That calmed you, if only for a moment. The mundane, vulnerable charm of seeing him sleep made your worries melt, overtaken with a borderline painful affection. Rubbing crust out of your eye and shivering in the morning cold, you wanted nothing more than to curl up beside him, to let him warm you back up.

Your thoughts quickly soured, the previous night rearing his ugly head. Thinking of your confession, raw and honest as it was, seemed so embarrassing now. So dramatic. So pathetic.

That was just like you, wasn’t it? You could never quite do or say the right thing when the moment called for it. You just piled up embarrassments and regrets and then hated yourself a little more afterwards.

But what could you do about it? Nothing.

Rifling through your clothes, you found a dress with long sleeves to cover the rope burns on your wrists, picking out thick, tall socks to cover the matching burns on your ankles. It seemed normal now, but it was odd that nothing of yours remained in the berth where you first bunked. Your things, few as they were, had gotten lost in the mess of Buggy’s clutter. Your clothes, significantly fortified after shopping, were hung up right along his. There was something domestic about it, although he probably would have called it practical. You were where he needed you to be, there wasn’t anything sentimental about it.

After tugging a brush through your hair, you styled it like Pippa taught you, even coating your eyelashes in mascara. No bandana, but you were getting used to that. It was strange how many things a person could get used to, losing old habits in the grind of day to day routine.

The previous day and night felt an awful lot like a bad dream, but that didn’t mean you could pretend it hadn’t happened. The proof was a chair tipped onto its side in the dining area, the table pushed into the corner, and the pile of cut ropes coiled on the floor with matching burns on your wrists and ankles. The proof was knowing why you had left Lafitte, and what was coming. Buggy hadn’t mentioned what he told the crew, but they had to know something.

You hoped that everything would be familiar as the crew fell back into the roles you originally knew them in, but when you journeyed down into the galley for breakfast, you found that things were more strange than ever. Before Lafitte, you had been wary of the ship and its crew because it was new, because it was frightening and alien. After a handful of weeks aboard, you had come around to mentally recontextualizing what was once intimidating and unknown. Like memorizing the features of a friend to the point you could no longer imagine them as a stranger. Up and down became oriented differently, the passageways and narrow ladder staircases no longer the cramped maze you used to think of them as. The geography of your surroundings changed as you did, because you had changed. You knew many things you didn’t know before, and the innocent veil that shrouded your new life had been lifted. Funny to think like that. A murderer’s innocence. And yet that lost, naive murderer was more recognizable than the person who returned to Captain Buggy’s quarters after having spent the night in his bed.

And what of the girl before? The sickly fool who lived in fear of her father? When you thought of that girl, meek and nervous and miserable, you didn’t recognize her either. Her thoughts, her feelings—you couldn’t understand them anymore than you could comprehend the woman who wore form-fitting clothes and makeup and told her dad that she had run away. That wasn’t you. It couldn’t be.

If none of them were recognizable, what was left? Whose was the life you lived now? Whose thoughts were the ones making your heart heavy and head ache? What were you supposed to be after everything that made you you cracked and crumbled and scattered? In the mess you’d made, what remained?

You didn’t like those questions, and you didn’t like the answers.

Setting the breakfast tray on the table, you picked Buggy’s chair up before going into the bedroom. He slept just as soundly as before.

“Good morning, Captain Buggy!” you called with a cheer you didn’t feel, opening the blinds. The sky reflected your mood back to you, a cover of clouds blanketing the world in angsty silvery sunlight.

You turned around to see Buggy drag a pillow over his face to shield it from the light.

“You have to wake up, Captain.”

“I am awake,” he grumbled, muffled through the pillow.

“I got breakfast,” you said, hoping to entice him up with food.

You couldn’t hear what he said exactly, but it sounded like, “You’re breakfast.”

You frowned, trying to think of how to wake him up. Most mornings on Lafitte had been lazy mornings, you had forgotten how difficult Buggy was to rouse. “There’s coffee.”

He moved the pillow, looking up at you with one squinting, sleepy eye.

“Why do you never bring me breakfast in bed?” he asked.

“You need the right type of tray,” you said, grabbing his robe and holding it out for him. “Otherwise it’s a huge mess.”

“A few crumbs aren’t the worst thing these sheets’ll get on ‘em,” he mumbled.

Before you could think of a good argument against that, he groaned dramatically, sitting up and stretching with his arms above his head, yawning wide and scratching his chest. He had a way of making the act of getting out of bed seem like it took a great deal of effort, although you suspected some of it was for show because as soon as he was up, he took his robe casually, swinging it on as he trudged into the other room.

Buggy sat down, paying no mind to the ropes or the awkward rearrangement of furniture. You set up his breakfast and then your own, and didn’t mention those things either.

There were some things you needed to know. Questions that burned up in your mind as you picked through your meal.

“What am I supposed to do now, Captain Buggy?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Although you were the one with the nasty haze of anesthesia clouding up your brain, he was the one who looked glazed over and exhausted, blinking once and then over and over, clearly trying to wake himself up.

“What was that?”

“I mean… My job. Um…” You frowned, not sure how to phrase what you meant without embarrassing yourself. During the month in Lafitte, you had performed some of the same tasks as you had when you first joined his crew, but that had been vacation. Now, it was back to work. You weren’t sure what that meant for you, or how you fit in within the crew anymore. If you even could claim to be a member of the crew. He had never actually said you were promoted out of your position as hostage.

“Your job?” Buggy repeated. “It’s the same as before. I’m not gonna give you special treatment just ‘cause you’re cute. You do whatever I tell you to do. Got it?”

“I didn’t mean I wanted special treatment,” you said, frowning. “I wasn’t sure because… Well, things are… different.”

“Better get used to it if you really wanna be a pirate,” Buggy said, pointing at you with his fork before shoving it into his mouth. “You don’t get anywhere by standing still.” There was wisdom in that statement, diminished as it was by his mouthful of food.

“Yes, Captain Buggy,” you said, returning to your breakfast.

Maybe that had been the wrong question. What you really wanted to know was where you stood with him. Sure, the two of you had made up last night. Twice, actually. But no mention was made of your conversation or confession beyond him telling you to repeat it. I love you.

Randall said he loved you.

Dad said he loved you, and he loved Mom.

So what did that love mean if it was betrayed just as easily as it was given?

Love as respect. Love as obedience. Love as service. Love as a lifeline because you knew absolutely that you could not live without him. Desperate and sickly in the way it thickened and heated your blood, dangerously and aggressively needful when your thoughts spiraled around scattered fragments of feeling and memory. And yet, so, so tender. You looked at him and something in you softened. Your strange, flamboyant, cruel captain.

He sat in his chair with his wild blue hair half tamed into a tail, scowling at his plate and shoveling food into his mouth without any thought given to manners. His profile was dominated by the red bulb of his nose and his teeth were yellowed and he needed a shave and he was truly, genuinely cursed and yet you couldn’t imagine wanting anybody else.

Was that who you were now? A girl dominated, defined even, by that single feeling. Longing, lust, love.

You weren’t sure you liked that answer very much either.

The weather didn’t help anybody’s mood, least of all your own. By the time you got lunch and brought it to Buggy’s office, the silvery canopy had congealed into a gloomy cover of thick gray clouds which oscillated between dribbling out a light rain or dropping low as an annoying mist. You could only pull your jacket so close, the real problem was how a humid chill could work itself beneath your clothes and skin and settle in the hollow places inside. It left you shaky, your head pounding with a relentless headache.

Buggy said that he told the crew all about your “Daddy Situation,” although he hadn’t elaborated much. Thinking about it made your chest clench painfully. The anxiety wasn’t all in your head, you didn't think. There was a tension in the air, something uncomfortable lurking amidst groups of glaring crew members. For the most part, you had never been accepted. Some of the pirates liked you well enough, but not everybody. That seemed to be doubly true now.

Memories of the night you had been attacked kept coming to mind. You thought you had shoved them back into the deepest part of your brain to be forgotten. You didn’t want to think of it. But whenever you turned and realized somebody was standing in your blind spot, that same frantic panic flared up. Even though Buggy had assured you that it was Dad who sent them, you couldn’t believe that. Not really.

Instead of sitting and waiting for Buggy with all of those terrible thoughts swirling in your head, you left the tray on his desk and wandered into the map room, looking at the map laid out on the table to distract yourself. It was one of Dad’s maps, the ones he had been working on so intently in the months before you left. His pet project. You could, generally, read a map. That is, you knew what the different symbols and landmarks were supposed to mean.

You found Lafitte, tracing it to Barley. You were very far from home.

“You know, babydoll,” Buggy said as a way to announce himself as he opened the door with a little whoosh of breezy mist. The rain was light, but even that seemed miserable out there on the deck. “I’m starting to think I understand what you feel like.” He shut the door, flicking water off his hands.

“Captain?”

“I’m completely soaked.”

“Oh! I got you a towel,” you said, pulling it from over your shoulder and holding it out to him. It was only after he’d taken it that you realized what he just said. “Wait, that was…” you frowned at him, flushing.

“What are you doing waiting in here?” he asked, taking off his coat and tossing it at you to hang up. You managed to catch it, but only barely. “I thought you can’t read.”

“I… I can read,” you told him, hanging up his coat to dry. “It’s difficult though, and I get a headache.” You wiped your damp hands off on your skirt and returned to the map. “Lafitte is here, right?” You pointed to the spot where it was labeled. “Where are we going now?”

“We’re going…” Buggy came up behind you, reaching around to tap on a little spot on the edge of a small island. It was near enough to Lafitte, you thought. Scale was difficult for you to grasp. “Right here. With this weather, I say we’ll get there by tomorrow.”

“Why there?” you asked, leaning in to get a better look. The village of Saline looked completely unassuming except for the fact that it was specifically marked.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Buggy told you, leaving the map room to go into his office. “It’s even tinier and shittier than the dump I fished you out of. It’s out of the way, too. Nobody in their right mind would think it was a good place to set up shop. Except for daddy dearest. When he redrew trade routes that involved a stop in Barley, suddenly it wasn’t so out of the way. It’s still a little shithole, but you know what’s good about little shitholes that nobody gives a damn about?” He fell into his chair, splaying over it like a king on a throne. “You can get away with setting up a drug lab right in the open and nobodies gonna care. Hell, the townies and local Marines welcome the extra scratch flowing in.”

“A drug lab,” you repeated, your eyebrows furrowing. Of all of the unpleasant truths about your father revealed to you in your time since joining Captain Buggy, that one was still the hardest to believe. You knew Dad experimented with that sort of thing, he had always enjoyed chemistry and medicine, but it was difficult for you to wrap your mind around the idea that he would involve himself in such a horrible enterprise.

“Yeah, he wasn’t gonna put it in his own backyard,” Buggy said, pulling his tray towards him. “He’s not a complete moron.”

You frowned, a new question occurring to you. “If it’s a place he knows of, why are we going there?” you asked, following into his office to take your own seat. “He’ll track us down immediately.”

“No need,” Buggy said. “I already gave him an invite to the show.”

Your heart dropped, your breath catching.

“What’s with the face?” Buggy asked, frowning at your lack of enthusiasm. “You’re the reason we have to premiere so soon. Believe me, these freaks need more time to get their acts right. But,” he shrugged, “the show must go on. And before you get all nervous, don’t worry. I have a very special role lined up just for you.”

“But I don’t—I can’t do…” You trailed off, a new form of anxiety racking your raw nerves.

“Yeah, yeah, I know you can’t do anything,” he said, waving his hand. “That’s fine, dolls aren’t meant to do things. They’re there to look at and be played with, right? It’s perfect for you.”

Pushing all of the air from your chest as if to physically expel your doubt, you nodded. You trusted Buggy, that’s what you told him last night. You had to trust him.

Later that afternoon, you distracted yourself with busy work in Buggy’s office. He was busy, most of your chores were done, and the rain continued to insist upon its miserable wetness so there wasn’t much else you could think to do. You didn’t want to interact with anybody on the crew. Out of sight, out of mind.

Being alone wasn’t great either, especially now that you had the idea of performing to further pile upon your list of things to worry about. Every single time you had eyes on you, you managed to embarrass yourself, and you didn’t think this time would be any different.

Your brain got stuck in a loop on that one, trying to think of ways to make an appeal to Buggy that he would accept. Knowing it wouldn’t matter what you said, you wouldn’t change his mind. Wanting desperately to please him. Knowing you would only disappoint him. That endless feedback loop of anxiety continued on and on until there was nothing else.

“Babydoll, you in here?”

You were aware that somebody was calling for you, but it seemed very distant. Difficult to connect with.

“Hello?”

You heard footsteps approaching, followed by a pair of legs entering your field of view.

“There you are, girly. You okay?”

You blinked.

“Marty?” you asked, looking up at him, confused and disoriented. Had he called you babydoll? Did he even know your real name? “I’m fine, I guess I just got… lost in thought.”

“I was hoping I could borrow you for a moment,” he told you. “Rather, if I could borrow your hands. I’m trying to fix a leak, but I can’t get these big hams in there to remove the plate.” He held up his hands with a friendly grin, and you relaxed. It was just Marty. He was your friend.

“Of course,” you said, standing up. You had been sitting on the floor so long that your body was stiff, although you weren’t entirely sure when you even got there.

If Marty found your behavior odd, he didn’t say anything, leading you from the quarter deck and below to a room slotted next to the galley. Dark and cramped and stinking of grease and filth and old metal and rotting wood, you could readily say you did not like being in there. But it was something you could do to be useful.

Marty held the light while you groped around where he indicated. Even for your hand, the space was tight, you couldn’t imagine him trying to fit in.

“Do you feel that little latch?” he asked.

You carefully ran your fingers along the back of the plate until you found something that seemed somewhat latch-like. Hopefully. “I think so.”

“If you press on it,” Marty told you, “the plate should come loose.”

With some effort, probably more than was warranted, you pressed on it until you heard a metallic scrape, the latch releasing the plate from its frame. Marty set the light down and removed the panel to reveal the geometric grid of pipes. You stepped back, wiping your hands.

“Would you mind holding the light for me?” Marty asked.

“Of course not,” you said, picking up the lamp to shine into the cavity.

“Thanks, girly.”

“Of course! Um… actually, I…” You hesitated, looking around. It was stupid to be paranoid. Not only was it ridiculously loud with the rushing water and the galley kitchen on the other side of the wall, but there was no place for somebody to hide. “May I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“The other people on the crew… They hate me, don’t they?”

He straightened out, looking at you with a frown. “Would’ja hand me that wrench?” he asked, gesturing to his tools. You picked up the heavy wrench, handing it over. Marty hefted it, looking thoughtful, before turning back to the pipes. “Some of them aren’t too happy with Captain Buggy’s decisions, that’s it,” he said. “It’ll all be settled soon.”

“They think it would be better if I weren’t here,” you said bluntly. “I’ve caused a lot of trouble for everyone.”

Marty looked at you, his eyes intense. “Has somebody threatened you?”

“No, it’s just…” You frowned, thinking of the most diplomatic way to phrase it. “I think somebody hired men… Two weeks ago in Lafitte, I was… Attacked.”

“Pippa told me about that. But it was the Surgeon who sent ‘em, wasn’t it?”

“Captain Buggy says it was,” you agreed. “You know, to get to him. He says I shouldn’t worry about it, but I don’t… It’s not that I disagree with him, just that I’m not sure. Dad—the Surgeon—I don’t think he would want to kill me.” You rolled your dry lip between your teeth, your shoulders tense. Thinking of that hurt. Thinking about the fear, thinking you were going to die, getting hit. It hurt. “And I don’t know who else would have done something like that.”

“You think somebody on the crew hired men to kill you?” Marty asked, leaning in to talk in a hushed voice despite the circumstances. “Girly, what you’re suggesting is…” He shook his head. “If somebody on the crew hired a hit on you, Captain Buggy’ll kill ‘em.”

“I know,” you said, wincing at the idea. “I’m not accusing anyone. It’s just that I’ve got a feeling like… Captain Buggy doesn’t believe me, and I don’t know who else to ask.”

“You sure they were hired, not just a couple of thugs?”

“They said they were. I remember…” You swallowed hard. Thinking of that night was difficult, it made your hands shake and something very cold and mean swell up in your chest. You covered up the crusted scar on your neck with your hand, protecting it. “They said they were told to make it look like an accident.”

“What did they look like?”

“One of them was really tall,” you said. “The other had a gold tooth.”

“You’re absolutely certain of that?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, girly. I’ll ask around for you, as long as you keep out of trouble, okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

He smiled fondly. “Anyone who doesn’t like you clearly just doesn’t know you yet.”

Out of everything, that took you aback. You had the wild impulse to hug him, and you might have done so if you weren’t holding the lamp. Instead you just blinked away the sting of tears. “Thank you.”

“I mean it,” he said, returning to his work. “If nothing else, you’re a nice change of scenery from the rest of these crusty bastards.”

“Oh, come on,” you said, smiling despite knowing he was just being nice. “Pippa is the prettiest person I’ve ever known.”

Marty nodded. “Yeah, if you like the type of broad that’ll step on your balls.”

“Ba—oh, that’s horrible!” you stuttered out, laughing in surprise at the crass comment.

“It is,” Marty agreed emphatically. “Some blokes enjoy it, but I like a softer type of girl.”

You cleared your throat, suddenly not as sure that he was joking about Pippa. “Yeah, I-I don’t think I’d like that either.”

He laughed and shook his head, checking through all the pipes to make sure none of the others needed repair. After he finished that, he put the wrench back into his tool bag and pushed the metal plate back into place.

“Um, Marty?” you said, a sudden and very important thought coming to mind. “If you find anything out, I think… Captain Buggy wouldn’t like it if he knew I told you, you know? So if you wouldn’t mind not telling him that, if you can, I… I don’t want him to get upset.”

“Don’t worry about that, girly. Mum’s the word,” Marty said, rolling up his tools and slinging them over his shoulder. “Well then, shall we go back up?”

You followed Marty up the ladder into the berth before mustering the courage to ask.

“Does Pippa really step on men’s… you know.”

Marty looked at you for a second before bursting out laughing. You weren’t sure why the question was funny, but he had a way of laughing that made you want to laugh too. It wasn’t like he was laughing at you, just that he was generally jovial.

“You oughta ask her,” he told you when that died down, patting your shoulder.

The two of you parted ways there and the weather was still awful when you got to the upper deck, but you felt lighter.

It was around the same time the next day that you sat in Buggy’s office while he argued with his officers in the map room. Granted, arguments with Captain Buggy were usually more of a one-sided thing. It was severe enough of a discussion that you could hear several raised voices through the door separating the map room and his office, not just his.

Another day of bad weather meant another day of unhappy pirates and another cold afternoon spent shivering and with a horrible headache. The weather was, apparently, the point of main contention for them too. Rain really put a damper on acts of piracy.

You sat very still as you waited, your mind drifting. Buggy had been too tired to keep you up very late last night, but you had slept poorly. Rather than having nightmares about the past, you had dream after dream of Captain Buggy getting angry with you, and the anxiety hadn’t faded throughout the day. Crina said you would upset him again, that it was inevitable. Even if you didn’t do anything, you would disappoint him. That was the only reliable thing you could do.

If the weather weren’t so miserable, maybe you would have been able to pull yourself out of that particular spiral, but it wasn’t, and you couldn't. Instead, you sat with your shoulders curled inwards, your hands folded in your lap. It was better to not think about anything at all.

“You’re dismissed,” Buggy eventually exclaimed, his voice raised enough to get your attention. You could hear his irritation, and then he threw the doors into his office open loud enough that you nearly jumped out of your chair, and you could see his irritation. “Get out, all of you,” Buggy demanded when they didn’t immediately leave. You stood up, instinctively obeying that tone of voice, but he gave you a look. “Not you. You stay.”

For a moment, you saw the group in the other room as they left. Mohji was there, of course. Without Richie. You hadn’t seen much of the lion at all, he probably liked the rain as much as any other cat. Crina was unmistakable with her dark hair and loose dark clothes, but she was turned away so you couldn’t smile at her.

You hadn’t seen much of Crina recently. Buggy got irritated whenever you mentioned spending time with her. He didn’t say what she did to earn his ire, and you weren’t going to ask, but you hoped they made up soon.

The door better his office and the map room slammed shut, abruptly halting that thought. Buggy crossed the room and collapsed into his chair with his head resting on his hand and eyes shut. You stared at him in an attempt to get a read on his mood, but you couldn’t. He sounded upset, but now he looked tired. You had no idea what to expect or say.

After what felt like an uncomfortable lifetime of waiting, Buggy raised his head, rolling his neck with a big groan, stretching his arms out.

“Captain Buggy?” you ventured. “Are you alright?”

He looked at you, and then he winced dramatically. “Agh, don't look at me like that. It makes me feel bad for what I’m about to do to you.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“I mean that you’re gonna take off whatever you’re wearing under that skirt and come over here so I can relieve a little stress. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be surrounded by idiots all day?”

You stared at him, hoping that he would laugh and say it was a joke. But he didn’t.

“C’mon, hurry it up.” Buggy snapped his fingers to make his point.

When his eyes were hard like that, you knew arguing was a bad idea. You swallowed down your nerves and nodded, quickly circling around his desk.

“What did I say?” he asked, exasperated. “All of this,” he gestured to your legs, “off. Now.”

“Sir, these… I’m wearing tights, I can’t just take them off.”

He sighed angrily.

“But that’s fine,” you said before he could get upset, stepping out of your boots and bracing your feet for the chilly floor. Buggy watched you shimmy out of your tights and underwear. There was no sensual way to do it. The best you could manage was to get it all done without revealing yourself, leaving a rolled up bunch of fabric laying over your boots before standing up.

“Sweater too,” he said, taking off his gloves.

You hesitated. “Captain, it’s… it’s really cold in here and I’m...”

All he had to do was go still, looking at you with a gruesome almost-smile, to make you realize how serious he was. Wanting very badly to appease him, you crossed your arms and pulled your sweater off over your head. Your nipples were already painfully stiff from the cold, poking against the flimsy fabric of your camisole. You thought, given the heavy fabric of the sweater, it would be okay if you didn’t wear a bra. Now it just felt lewd, like you had been expecting something would happen.

“You always make me feel so bad about this,” Buggy said, grabbing you and pulling you to stand between his legs. “Like I’m deflowering you all over again. Which, sure it’s, okay yeah, it’s a little hot, but I’d love it if you could just let it happen for once.”

“It’s embarrassing,” you muttered, unable to look at him.

“You don’t look embarrassed,” he said, shoving your camisole up over your chest. “Shit, you are cold, huh? Does it hurt when they get that hard or… Whatever.” The cruel brush of cool air and Buggy’s attention made you squirm uncomfortably, but all you could do was hold onto his shoulders, squeezing your eye shut. The warmth of his mouth on your nipple made you gasp loudly. It felt good, even if you tried to ignore the sensation, even if it would be so much better if you could control yourself. No matter how humiliated you were, your body responded to him.

Buggy’s other hand delved beneath your skirt, pressing between your legs to force them apart before following the unobstructed path upward. When you squirmed, anxiously pressing your thighs together to stop him, his teeth dug into the sensitive flesh around your nipple.

You yelped in surprise as much as pain, but his arm around your waist kept you where he wanted. Giving up on escape, you clamped a hand over your face while he laughed.

“I wouldn’t worry about the noise thing,” Buggy said, half muffled against your chest. “You sound like you’re getting railed when you’re having trouble getting your boots on, I doubt they can tell the difference.”

“That hurt,” you said.

“You love it,” Buggy said. He didn’t give you any time to respond before he switched to the other nipple. No matter what he said, you didn’t love the biting, but the softness of his tongue, you liked that. You liked that a lot.

Enough that when his palm landed flat between your thighs with a harsh slap, you were too relaxed to have any level of defense from the harsh pain.. Your sharp, piercing yelp filled his office, quickly followed by his laughter.

“That was louder than I thought it would be,” Buggy said, amused. You whimpered, squirming uncomfortably. “You know, sweetheart, it’s awful hard to believe you don’t like pain when you make noises like that.”

“Captain Buggy, that hurt,” you said, although the most distressing feeling was the sense of betrayal. You didn’t understand why he slapped you. You had done everything he asked, it didn’t seem fair.

Rather than give any explanation, his fingers curled, gently tracing the seam between your pussy’s outer lips until he could skim over your clit. Your body unintentionally rocked forward, your breath catching.

“Aw poor little babydoll,” he said, zeroing in on your clit to rub tight little circles. You knew better than to try to close your legs, so you went up, standing on your toes in an attempt to escape him. Buggy’s hand just followed you. “Does the mean, mean pirate mistreat you? You’d think you’d be used to that by now.”

“Stop, please,” you whimpered, shaking your head. To your relief, he did stop, his hand retreating from under your skirt. You relaxed, your feet falling flat on the floor. “Thank you.”

When you tried to step away from him, Buggy pulled you back with a fistful of your skirt. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?” he teased, spitting onto his hand before it returned between your legs.

“Captain Buggy, please,” you begged, although you were too afraid he might slap you again to try and physically stop him. Slick now, his fingers were able to glide over your clit, pressing just hard enough to make you shake.

“Would it kill you to admit how much you love this?” he asked. “What’s the point in pretending, babydoll? Just say it.”

“Say… what?” you asked softly, unable to meet his eye.

“How much you want this,” Buggy said. “You probably spend your whole day thinking about what you want me to do to you, praying that Captain Buggy will give you even a scrap of attention. No wonder you ditched the bra, you were hoping this would happen.”

“No, I-I didn’t,” you said, too overwhelmed by the embarrassment and pleasure as he continued to rub your clit to come up with any convincing response. Being touched shut your brain off, it was all you could think about.

“No, Captain Buggy,” Buggy said in a high pitched voice, mimicking you. “I would never think dirty things, I’m an innocent little angel!”

You heaved a big, unhappy breath, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “That’s not what I-” Your objection cut off abruptly with a breathy moan, a sound of surprise when his fingers abandoned your clit to suddenly slam into you.

Buggy laughed loudly and there was nothing you could really say to make a case for yourself, the moan proved his point better than anything else. Buggy settled for that, pulling your chest back to his face so he could take your nipple in his mouth. That drew a shocked moan out of you, your hips bucking against his hand as his fingers slowly pulled out.

“Captain Buggy,” you said, meaning it as a protest. It didn’t really sound like a protest.

He bit you again, his teeth digging into the soft flesh around your nipple like he had on the other. You yelped, trying to escape, but he held you in place. The only thing you accomplished was rocking back and forth, fucking yourself on his fingers. He laughed again, the sound vibrating against your chest as he soothed the sore skin with his tongue.

“Hurts!” you whined. “Please, it… it really…” You couldn’t keep talking, having to bite your lip as he curled his fingers. Maddeningly massaging them against your g-spot until your thighs trembled, your pussy dripping around his hand.

“I noticed something,” Buggy said, pulling away from your chest with an uncomfortably wet sound. “I know girls are sensitive here,” he curled his fingers against the spongy spot to illustrate his point, dragging a pathetic sort of whimper out of your throat, “but you… It’s like an instant win button, I push it and you get wetter.” He repeated the motion, smiling in amusement at your body’s uncontrollable reaction. “I can feel you getting wetter. It really makes me wonder if you were ever meant to be anything other than a glorified flesh light.”

You covered your face with your hands, burning with shame. And arousal. You couldn’t manage them both, they just existed in complete and agonizing contrast to each other, rendering you stupid and mute. “Please stop, Captain Buggy,” you muttered.

“Why? Don’cha wanna come, babydoll?”

You lowered your hand, peeking at him through your eyelashes. As soon as you did, he slammed his fingers into you. Once, twice, three times and then-

“Beg me.”

You opened your mouth to try and get something out, although your mind was too scrambled to know what it would be.

Somebody knocked.

Buggy’s hand froze, his body going stiff. Panicked by the sound, you squirmed, trying to fix your clothes, but he pinched your nipple to force you still. Both of your breasts had indents of his teeth, even the slightest touch elicited a sharp sort of pain.

The person knocked again.

Buggy closed his eyes. “Go away,” he shouted, a growl in his voice.

“Sir? It’s an important matter,” Pippa called through the door.

Pippa?

Buggy seemed curious as well, leaning back.

“How important?” he asked.

“Very important, sir,” someone else called. Was that Marty? “It’s mutiny, sir.”

Buggy’s hand retreated from between your legs, and he didn’t stop you from pulling your camisole down.

“Fine. Come in,” Buggy snapped, grabbing you around the middle and pulling you into his lap as he sat back. You tensed up, trying to wriggle away, but he didn’t let you go. It was easier to not fight it, to curl into him to hide the way your nipples pushed against the camisole.

Pippa came in, Marty close behind.

“You said mutiny?” Buggy asked.

“Yes, Captain Buggy, I—” Marty cut himself off upon seeing you, averting his gaze.

“Spit it out,” Buggy said, like you weren’t in a compromising and humiliating position. When you squirmed in discomfort, his grip on you tightened a little, just enough to make you wince. “Pretend she’s not here.”

“She told me about getting attacked while we were in Lafitte,” Pippa said, which was, you were pretty sure, a lie. Was this Marty’s plan to get around Buggy’s ire? It was true that Buggy liked Pippa, he probably wouldn’t mind if you told her about what happened. “I didn’t know anything about guys like that, so I asked Marty if he knew anything.”

“Pippa mentioned a fella with a gold tooth and his tall buddy,” Marty said. “That rung a bell ‘cause I lost some money to a pair of guys just like that a few weeks back. I didn’t know they took hits, but it doesn’t surprise me neither. They’re real street thugs, the kind you ask to rough up your ex wife or to get the guy who cheated you playing cards.”

“They were thugs,” Buggy corrected. “I doubt they’re much of anything after what I did to ‘em.”

“Yes, sir. The point is that I remembered they were pretty chummy with Ivo and them. When I started pokin’ around asking if anyone owed money to ‘em or whatnot, the bastard damn near socked me.”

“So?” Buggy raised an impatient eyebrow.

“And then I asked Ivo,” Pippa said.

“Did he punch you too?” Buggy asked dryly.

“No, he told me that he paid these two guys to kill her and make it look like an accident.”

You went stiff.

“Are you sure that’s what he said?” Buggy asked.

“Yes, and men don’t lie to me,” Pippa said, grinning in a way that made you fully believe that assertion.

Buggy nodded, considering that information. “This is all very interesting,” he said after a tense moment, “but I’m curious as to where this initiative came from.” He gave you an accusatory look, his eyes full of the anger you feared. It didn’t matter if Ivo had done it, you had gone behind his back instead of accepting what he told you. Of course he would be mad, you knew better.

“You asked me to keep an eye on her, Captain,” Pippa cut in before you could think of a way to explain. “And what I’ve noticed is that Ivo’s been keeping an eye on her too.”

Buggy frowned. You could see him thinking about it, maybe trying to decide if he was going to be mad at you or not. After a moment, he made an angry sound, gritting his teeth.

“Alright. Let's get this over with. I want everybody on the deck,” Buggy ordered, pointing at Marty. “Make sure Pin’s ready just in case and, oh yeah, make sure Ivo’s there, blondie.”

“Yes, sir,” they both said, leaving.

Buggy unceremoniously dropped you out of his lap, standing up. “Can’t a clown catch a goddamn break? I swear, just one thing after another.”

He pulled his hair out from the kerchief so he could pull it into two tails and let it hang through his hat. That, more than anything, made you realize how serious this was. Even while arguing with his officers, he had been dressed down. But now he was going to go out there as Captain Buggy.

Marty said that if somebody hired a hit on you, they would die.

While you put on your sweater, Buggy pulled on his coat, straightening it with angry, rough movements. You struggled, putting tights back on was even more difficult than getting them off.

“And you know what?” Buggy continued to mutter under his breath, talking more to himself than to you. “I knew that there was something weird about those guys. It makes no sense that the Surgeon would send a coupla hack thugs after me. I’d have seen it if I didn’t have so much other shit to deal with. But he is dead wrong if he thinks he can make a fool out of me. Tryna steal my shit, spitting on my generosity.” Buggy pulled his gloves on and left, ignoring your continued struggle trying to get your clothes sorted out.

Giving up on the tights, you just dug your panties out of the rolled up wad of fabric, pulling them up your legs and shoving your feet into your boots without socks, scrambling to follow him through the map room and onto the deck.

Marty had rung the bell, so most of the crew was already gathered. Most of them were familiar faces. Mohji, Newt, you even saw Crina, wrapped in a purple shawl with her arms crossed.

The rain had stopped, retreating into an uncomfortable mist. The violating chill almost made you turn back around to put your tights on, but you didn’t want to miss anything.

Or maybe you did.

“Ivo, just the guy I was looking for!” Buggy called as he went down the steps from the quarter deck, his voice aggressively friendly. You followed behind him, shrinking away when Ivo cast a quick look in your direction. No matter how much he disliked you, it was hard to believe that he would want you dead. That was such an extreme, it didn’t make sense.

“Captain Buggy,” Ivo acknowledged, “what can I do for you?”

“How are those friends of yours holding up?”

“Sir?”

“Two guys, like to attack girls for money… That’s not ringing a bell? One of ‘em had a gold tooth. Last I saw, they were in rough shape.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Ivo, buddy,” Buggy said, walking towards the man. “I like you. I’ve always liked you. That whole face situation you’ve got is hilarious. So I’m gonna ask you again, and you’re gonna tell me the truth. Did you or did you not hire two guys to steal something that belongs to me?”

Ivo looked at Pippa. “You told him, didn’t you.” He said, not a question.

Pippa shrugged unapologetically, a little cold. You thought about what Marty said about her, and when she looked like that, you could believe it. “She’s my friend.”

“I hired professionals to take care of a problem,” Ivo said, looking at Buggy. “That girl’s got you under some sort of spell, she has ever since the beginning. I was the only one willing to do something about it.”

“So… yes, you did,” Buggy summarized. He sighed. “You know what that means, don’t you?”

“Captain Buggy, please wait,” you cried, rushing forward.

“Not now,” he snapped.

“Don’t kill him, please,” you begged quietly. “If he thought that it was…that he had to do this for the safety of the crew and for you, then he didn’t really think he was doing something wrong. Killing him maybe will… if other people feel the same, it will just…” Make them hate you more.

Buggy gave you a hard look, his expression unreadable. He turned away, addressing the gathered crowd. “Does anybody else have something to say?” he called. “Maybe you agree with Ivo here. No? Anybody?” Nobody said anything, not even a breath shuddered through the humid air. Buggy laughed, looking at Ivo. “How’s that for a laugh? If you had a point and she had me under her spell, you wouldn’t be a dead man right now. Thing is, this has nothing to do with her. You tried to take something of mine.”

“That runt of yours is a curse,” Ivo said. “I was doing you a favor.”

Buggy looked behind Ivo at a man you only vaguely recognized, a big guy whose face was pierced in just about every place it could be. He seemed to be ready for the order, looming dangerously at the edge of the crowd. Clicking his tongue, Buggy made a motion like a knife across his throat.

It happened so quickly that Ivo barely had time to try to escape before the larger man had him, grabbing him into a choke hold from behind. Buggy held Ivo’s eye as he approached him, stopping only just out of arm's length. The hatred and fury blazing in Ivo’s eyes promised every pain and horror, and Buggy smiled at him.

“Looks like it’s time for your final bow,” Buggy said.

The man holding Ivo rammed a sword through his chest to punctuate the comment. Ivo couldn’t make any sounds other than these stuttered, ugly, guttural noises as his windpipe was crushed. With a meaty twist, the man pulled the blade out of his chest. A bright red stain bloomed over Ivo’s shirt as he twitched and fought like a bug in a spider’s web. No matter how hot or bright his rage, it was a losing battle.

He dropped with a loud thump onto the deck a moment later, either dead or heading there fast. You didn’t know if that was from getting stabbed in the heart or from suffocation.

The pirates watched it all in complete silence, their faces stoic. The man, the executioner who you were pretty sure was called Pin, sheathed his blade and stepped back to rejoin the crew on the edge of the empty space acting as a stage.

Buggy walked forward, stepping over Ivo’s body to address his crew.

“My freaks,” he called, clasping his hands together. “I hope you all learned a valuable lesson here, but don’t let this unfortunate incident take your minds off of what truly matters. What we have before us is a golden opportunity. You all have been given the honor of being in a show that will make or break your career. And why? Because we’re not performing for some random nobodies. I’ve gotten us an audience worthy of my talents. And if this show does well, it’s not just my name and face that gets out there. It’s the Buggy Pirates that’ll be feared across all of the East Blue.”

Buggy paused for applause. Just a few responded at first, clapping and whooping, but soon everybody joined in, the noise pressing inwards, as thick and dense as the heavy, sticky humidity.

“Ivo here?” Buggy continued when they quieted down. “He didn’t understand the bigger picture. He doubted me. He didn’t trust that I know best.” Somebody in the crowd booed at that. “Weak men like him are poison to the artistic process, and he would have poisoned all of your small minds before I got the chance to show you the truth that art reveals. Not all of you will understand. Some of you will shy away in fear of what I’m offering. You may even reject my greatness the way Ivo and all the others have.”

Buggy let that threat hang as he walked around the edge of the crowd in a slow arc, looking at everybody individually as if daring them to reveal themselves as dissidents. Some of the crew met his eye, some of them bowed their heads, but nobody dared to speak. He came to a stop in the center, his back turned to Ivo’s body.

“Only the exceptional can understand the magnificence of my vision,” Buggy said with open arms, his tone warming with the fervor of exaltation, like it was a preacher’s promise. “Only those of you with open minds and hearts can share in the rewards that I’m offering. This show is your chance to prove to me that you are special. Don’t disappoint me.”

His arms dropped, the bubble that kept the deck silent as he spoke popping as the crowd digested that promising threat.

“Oh, and, somebody take care of this,” Buggy said, gesturing towards Ivo’s body with a look of disgust. He didn’t linger on it, stepping over the pooling blood to return to the quarter deck. “Babydoll,” Buggy snapped when you didn’t immediately follow. He clicked his tongue, nodding towards his office.

You, of course, did as he wanted.

Buggy didn’t pay you any mind even after the two of you were alone in his office again, taking off his coat and hat, pulling his hair back to slip under the kerchief. It gave the odd sense of a costume change after a performance.

Some performance.

The death of a man who would have gladly killed you shouldn’t have been so unsettling. It wasn’t. You didn’t care. It was fine.

“That was a really good speech, Captain Buggy,” you said, nervously shifting from foot to foot as you tried to understand his mood.

He sat down behind his desk, taking off his gloves. “Don’t just stand there looking stupid,” he said, “we’ve got unfinished business.”

“What?” you asked.

“You know what I’m talking about,” Buggy said, rolling his eyes. “You can either take off your clothes and get over here or I’ll have to get up and go aaaaall the way over there. After the day I’ve had, even I don’t know what I’ll do when I get there.”

“I… Um.” You stared at Buggy, wordlessly begging him to laugh, to make this a twisted joke. He couldn’t be serious. You just watched him order a man’s execution. The sounds Ivo made as he died kept repeating in your ears.

Buggy groaned loudly, standing up. “Well, you can’t say I didn’t warn ya,” he said, approaching you with long strides.

“No, I-I’ll do it!” you told him, trying to prove yourself by pulling your sweater off. Buggy ripped it out of your hands and tossed it aside, pushing you back until you hit the wall. You grunted as much in pain as surprise, your head knocking against it.

Buggy didn’t give you any time to reorient yourself, pushing you up the wall so he wouldn’t have to hunch over to kiss you. Well. Kiss was a bit generous. He licked your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth as soon as you let him. You whimpered, your thighs squeezing his waist so you didn’t fall. If his stormy mood wasn’t obvious otherwise, the way he kissed you was proof enough. The wet messiness didn’t bother you as much as the possessive way his tongue claimed your mouth, his teeth biting your lips without any consideration for your comfort. It felt violating, it wasn’t affection, it was a point he wanted to prove.

Groaning, Buggy palmed your breast, reminding you of his earlier rough treatment. If it wasn’t already, the bite mark around your nipple would bruise. It hurt enough to make you squirm, shying away from the pain. He let it be, his hand pushing upward, settling around your neck.

That was fine at first, but then he squeezed.

You immediately panicked, pushing at his shoulders. It was hard enough to breathe when he was kissing you so aggressively. Now, he pulled away and you still couldn’t get enough air, squirming and then bucking against him. For a wild, horrible second, you thought about Ivo choking. Buggy watched you intently, the color of his eyes lost for the cruelty as he observed your panic.

When he finally let up, you gasped raggedly, tears sliding down your cheek. He watched those too, his lips parted and pupils blown wide.

“Say it again,” Buggy told you.

Your eyebrows furrowed, confused, your mind swimming with the flush of oxygen.

“Tell me again,” he pushed, almost petulantly demanding. “Say it, c’mon.”

“I love you,” you told him as soon as you realized what he wanted.

That seemed like the right answer because Buggy kissed you again, sweeter now. Needful. Desperately so. You held onto his shoulders, kissing him back in the hopes that he would stop being so mean. When he pulled out away, it was to kiss the corner of your mouth and then down across your jaw, his nose bumping your cheek.

“You’d be nothing without me,” he said, the words muffled by your neck. “You need me.”

“I do,” you agreed, your voice coming out choked.

Wrapping both arms around you to support your weight, Buggy turned around, carrying you forward to deposit you onto the end of his desk. You fell onto your back, your spine hitting the surface painfully.

“Captain Buggy?” you asked, wincing in pain. “What’re you… That hurt.”

“No it didn’t. You’re fine,” he said, throwing your skirt up over your waist and roughly dragging your panties off. You didn’t have time to push your skirt down or hide your nudity with your hands before he grabbed your legs and pried them apart, leaning forward so he could spit on your pussy. It had to be just to embarrass you, considering the way he watched your face as he did it.

You whined, closing your eye and letting your head drop back, kicking yourself a million times for not doing what he wanted in the first place and sparing yourself all of this. Buggy laughed, pushing his saliva into your pussy, his fingers dipping in just enough to make your hips twitch. You heard fabric move as he shoved his pants out of the way, and then his cock was pressing against your folds.

“Do you think I’ll feel bad if you pout enough?” he asked, pressing the head of his dick against your entrance just to tease you, to keep you on edge. “‘Cause, I’ll be honest, it’s having the opposite effect.”

“That’s not-” Your words cut off with a broken whimper when he finally stopped teasing and pushed his cock into you. Too much at once, especially when you weren't expecting it. You whined again, squeezing your eye shut.

“Hey, look at me.” Buggy told you, leaning over you with one hand holding your leg and the other returning to your neck.

You met his eyes, your own widening as he pushed all the way into you with hard little thrusts. No matter how many times you had sex, you always felt a sort of disbelief to feel so full. To be joined in such an intimate way. It was surprising. Shocking. Profane.

He pulled out smoothly before thrusting forward hard, tightening his hand around your neck at the same time. It choked out any noise you might have made, literally stealing your breath away as you tried to inhale past the vice of his hand. The position wasn’t as intimate as he usually favored, the iron bar of his arm keeping you pressed against the desk like a pinned butterfly.

Just when your panic was getting intense enough to become genuine dread, his hand relaxed, letting you breathe. The second the air filled your lungs, refreshing your system, he began to fuck you at a mean, rough pace. It wasn’t like anything you had ever felt. The devilish mixture of your body coming alive with sensation after being numbed by the lack of air and the violent pleasure of his cock slamming into you with hard, slapping thrusts had you practically convulsing beneath him.

“You actually like this,” Buggy said, his voice hoarse and ragged but distinctly amused. “Freak.” His hand flexed around your throat, choking you again.

Thrown back into a disoriented, panicking mess, you clawed at his arm. Buggy didn’t acknowledge that, picking up the same hard, dirty pace as before. Darkness crawled into the edges of your vision, eating everything else away except for Buggy above you, inside of you.

On the brink of losing yourself, Buggy’s hand relaxed. When oxygen flushed through your body, it came with an intoxicating rush of pleasure like you had never felt. The skin on skin slapping became more of a wet smack seemingly with every thrust, your pussy leaking around his cock, squeezing him desperately with the same painfully tight coil the rest of your body responded with. It was like being held on the edge of orgasm because it wasn’t enough, but you felt the same rush, the same warm break of heat as when you came, just without the actual final high.

Buggy cursed roughly as his hips slowed, gritting his teeth as if in pain.

He squeezed your neck, once again denying you breath. You shut your eye, your back trying to arch, your hands scrambling to get ahold of his arm. This time, he released you quickly, letting you get in a breath so he could hear your choked cry when you felt his fingers between your legs. Buggy didn’t need his whole hand to scrub hard, dirty circles against your clit, two fingers detaching and settling against the sensitive bud. Each hard thrust did a lot of the work for him, grinding them against you.

It was too much to worry about the noise you were making. If you had the capacity to speak, to breathe, you'd have told him the extra bit of stimulation was too much. Your body couldn’t contain the buzzing thrum of pleasure, your nerves aflame as they were numbed and stoked.

Buggy returned to the earlier harsh pace, and you panicked. There was no rhyme or reason to the way he controlled your breathing, pushing you to the dark edge of oblivion before pulling you back into the hyperphysical reality of pleasure.

“Can you just come already?” Buggy asked, his voice grinding out between his teeth. You could barely hear him, let alone comprehend the meaning of his words.

He relaxed his hand around your neck and, with a desperate, ragged inhale and fresh rush of overstimulating heat that made you sob, you came, your hips curling up to feel him deeper, to get more out of the fingers on your clit. It wasn’t just your pussy, or that little coil of tension in your core, or even an entirely bodily experience. When you came, it was the crashing wave of exhilaration and nothing else.

The hand on your neck flexed before the rush faded, locking you back into your body and denying you the satisfaction of riding out that high. Maybe Buggy wasn’t even aware of it, too lost in reaching his own end, his fingers continuing to grind against your clit, his cock slamming into you so hard it hurt.

You choked, pleasure giving way to fear, and the world went black, consumed by nothingness.

Dark confusion obscured everything and, for years or days or seconds, you had the odd impression that somebody from very far away was calling your name, that you were in your room, and that—

Gasping, you opened your eye, that unsettling confusion drifting into a new type of confusion as quickly as it came, your brain swimming beneath a gauzy blanket of unreality. Just like that, you were back in the intense cage of your own body, gasping and whining as Buggy finished with a couple of hard, deep thrusts. Your pussy squeezed him despite its shivery, overwhelming sensitivity in the wake of flooding oxygen, responding to his pleasure in kind.

When he was done, the fingers he’d left on your clit returned to his hand so he could brace himself on the desk, and there was just heavy, hot breathing in the wake of something that probably seemed a lot more dramatic than it actually was.

“Fucking… fuck,” Buggy said, his eyes closed. He laughed breathlessly, hoarsely. “That was…”

Your lips parted to say something, but nothing came out.

He opened his eyes, looking down at you. “You look wrecked,” he said. Considering the dozens of little blue flyaways coming out from under the kerchief wrapped around his head, the glossy shine of sweat on his face, and the deep flush painting his cheeks and lips red, you didn’t think it was fair to say that only you looked wrecked.

Buggy used the hand on your neck to nudge your face up so he could kiss your open mouth before he pulled out, letting you wilt back onto the desk. Laying with your body mostly on the hard surface and your legs hanging off the edge wasn’t comfortable, but you didn’t want to move. You closed your eye, just trying to compose yourself. That moment of unconsciousness had been jarring, a little sickening. In the post-orgasm haze, you had a very uncomfortable and terrifying feeling like nothing was real. Or maybe that was wishful thinking?

You heard Buggy fix his clothes before grabbing a bottle to loudly gulp down swallow after swallow of water.

You breathed in, and then out, and finally got your arms beneath yourself to sit up because the only thing more uncomfortable than moving was the dryness in your mouth and throat.

“Captain Buggy, may I-” you tried to ask. About half of the question got out before you erupted into a huge coughing fit. It hurt to cough, and you could feel his cum leaking out of your sore pussy with each one, but you couldn’t make yourself stop. Your body was trying to expel the obstruction of his hand, not being able to tell the difference between pressure and choking.

“Jeez,” Buggy said. “Try not to hack up a lung.”

You shook your head, trying to reassure him that you were okay, but you couldn’t get anything out other than the wretched, ragged coughing. You watched through a teary eye as Buggy approached you, patting your back in an odd attempt to help. When you stopped coughing, he helped you drink from his bottle with a mockingly indulgent, “Now there’s a good girl.” You didn’t care. The praise, mean or not, made you feel better.

When you were done, you fell forward against him. “Thank you, Captain Buggy,” you said, regardless of your wrecked voice.

He pet the top of your head awkwardly. “Yeah, sure thing, kiddo.”

You sat up and he dropped into his chair with a big, satisfied umph, falling back into it like he was completely spent. Clearing your sandpaper throat, you got off the desk, wincing at the feeling of more cum leaking out of your pussy. Sweat covered your entire body, uncomfortably gathering on your hairline and beneath your skirt’s waistband. It made the cool air that much worse. You looked around for your clothes. Your sweater had been thrown to the other side of the room, your tights were by his desk somewhere, your panties were nowhere to be seen, and you were still wearing your boots without any socks.

Deciding your sweater was the most important thing to ward off the chill, you took a step in that direction. Buggy grabbed your wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.

You looked at him, confused.

He raised an eyebrow. “Get your scrawny ass over here, you look like you’re gonna pass out.” He raised his arms, sitting up to make room for you. Right then, you could have wept out of relief at the offer, your jelly legs taking you to sit in his lap. “Wait, tuck your skirt, I don’t want your mess on my pants.”

It was technically his mess, but you didn’t say so. It didn’t really matter. Smoothing your skirt beneath yourself, you sat sideways on his lap.

Buggy wrapped an arm around you, his other hand rubbing circles on your hip, your waist, your stomach. You didn’t expect the pain when he palmed your breast, catching your nipple between his fingers. The bite mark really did hurt. You whimpered, your body unintentionally writhing back against him.

“Already?” he asked. “Give a guy a break, sheesh. I need a minute before I do that again.”

You made an unhappy noise, burying your face against his chest. Buggy laughed, petting your head. “I was joking. I don’t have time. I need to make sure that my freaks are ready, Cabaji’s coming in tonight so we can finalize our plans,” Buggy told you. “We’re gonna take Saline first thing in the morning.”

“Will it be very dangerous?” you asked.

“It’ll be easy. They’ve got, what, three hundred people? There’s a reason the Surgeon picked this place.”

“He didn’t set up any security to protect it?” you asked.

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

“How?”

“Why do you care?” he asked. “It’s not like you can help, your only job is to wait on the ship and not cause any more trouble.”

Heeding his dangerous tone, you put your head back against his chest. “Yes, Captain Buggy.”

The rain returned later that evening. Everybody was saying it would be cleared up by the next day, but that meant the pirates had to get everything ready dripping wet and cold. Most of them didn’t seem to mind it as much after Buggy’s speech. Although one of their own was dead, the crew seemed more invigorated than ever to perform at their best.

You weren’t asked to greet Cabaji when he came in, but you heard some of the others saying that the Chief of Staff was approaching, and there wasn’t much in the way of help you could offer to the crew as they prepared for the attack, and you wanted to see him.

So you waited, hanging back beneath the overhang to stay dry, watching as the sloop Cabaji and his miniature crew had used was pulled up. Pirates crawled up onto the ship out of the dark, wet and miserable. Eventually, you saw the man you were looking for jump up onto the deck. It felt like years since you last saw the man, but he hadn’t changed. He directed a couple of the men this way and that with his usual terse mannerisms before stalking towards the main deck.

“Mr. Cabaji!” you called as you followed with your jacket over your head, excited to see the man even though your last parting wasn’t especially warm. He half turned towards you, his eyes narrowed and confused before recognition hit.

“Hello,” he said.

“It’s been a while,” you said. “I’m glad you’re back safe.”

“Thank you. Is Captain Buggy with you?”

“No, he’s… They’re all in the officer’s mess. I heard you were coming and so I wanted to say hello. It’s been forever.”

“It has been a while. You look different,” he said.

“Oh, because of my…” You subconsciously reached up to tug your bandana down, but it wasn’t there. “Sorry, I know it’s…”

“No, you look healthier,” he clarified.

“Really?” you asked, smiling. “I, um, thank you. How are you?”

“I’m fine,” he told you. “You said they’re in the officer’s mess?”

“Yeah, I have to get Captain Buggy’s supper but I thought… I wanted to say hello, before…” You didn’t want Buggy to see you greeting him. That’s what you were thinking, but you hated yourself for it. The only reason you would feel shame was if you had something to hide, but you didn’t, you just didn’t want to upset the captain when he was already so stressed.

Cabaji nodded, his expression unreadable. “Now that I’m back, there’s something you need to understand,” he said.

“What?”

“It is my duty to see to your wellbeing and safety. I will look after you because Captain Buggy ordered me to do so, not out of personal interest. Do you understand? Our relationship is strictly professional.”

You shifted your weight back, frowning. “I thought we were… friends.”

“We have sworn an oath of service to the same captain, that doesn’t make us friends.”

“Yeah, of-of course,” you said, nodding, forcing a smile. “Well, I-I’m glad you’re… I guess I should go get Captain Buggy’s supper. I’ll… see you down there.”

He nodded and you turned the other way to retreat into the galley through the middle hatch.

You were stupid. You felt stupid, you probably looked pretty stupid too. It shouldn’t have made you feel so bad that Cabaji would reject you, you shouldn’t have expected anything from him anyway. It wasn’t as if it was the first time you misinterpreted somebody’s kindness, or got carried away by your irrational feelings.

Still, you had to take a moment to collect yourself before bringing Buggy’s meal into the officer’s mess.

It was fine.

You were fine.

Shaking your damp hair to try and look a little less like a wet rat, you entered the room. It looked the same as it always did, colorfully decorated and festive. The pirates hung around juggling, playing cards, or talking loudly. Richie was impressing two of them with his uncanny ability to catch food out of the air.

Buggy sat in the middle of it all, of course, sprawled across a chair like a king. You placed his tray in front of him, studiously ignoring Cabaji as you sat at the captain’s side.

“Did’ja get lost or something?” Buggy asked.

“No, sir,” you muttered. “I’m sorry.”

“Whatever. Now that we’re all here,” Buggy said loudly to address the table, picking up his utensils. “Cabaji, where are we at with our doctor problem?”

The table’s attention turned to the Chief of Staff.

“He’s got a full crew,” Cabaji explained. “He’s supplemented the squad of crooked Marines that oversee this area with mercenaries. I give it a day before they’re here. Maybe a little more. The hostage situation will keep them from doing anything rash.”

“Which gives us enough time to get our audience ready,” Buggy said. “The rain’s been clearing up. We go in at first light, make it quick. As long as we can take the lab, we got the whole place for ourselves.”

“How much do we know about the town’s defenses?” Cabaji asked.

“They’re pathetic,” Buggy said. “It’s gonna be easy to get in and Fuse over there’ll take care of the rest.”

Cabaji nodded, and the conversation lapsed into other things as everyone else’s meals were served. You had very little appetite, but you picked at the food as something to distract yourself with.

“Hey, babydoll,” Buggy suddenly said, getting your attention. “Is there anything we need to know about daddy dearest before he gets here? He is the guest of honor, after all. I want to make sure he gets a properly warm welcome.”

Put on the spot, you froze, nervously looking around at the table. “He, um, he was a Major in the Marines,” you said, stammering. “The-the senior physician, you know, like, on a lot of high profile ships. But he’s retired.”

Buggy groaned. “No, no, no. I need things we don’t know. Tell me about who he is.”

“I don’t know,” you said, frowning. “About the drugs or anything, I… I had no idea.”

“You lived with the guy for your whole life and you don’t have anything useful to share?”

The disappointment in his voice scared you. There had to be something, anything that would be helpful. You bit your lip, thinking very hard.

“Oh! He drinks a lot. A lot, a lot,” you said, trying to smother the guilt you felt revealing Dad’s secrets. “So his hands shake a lot and he’s kind of unsteady sometimes when he walks. Also, he, um… He got injured when he was in the service. I don’t think he can fight anymore.”

“See? That’s good,” Buggy said. “What else?”

“There is something, but I don’t know how to… I was thinking about what he said. Barley’s harbor, Randall, me.” You looked up, meeting Buggy’s eyes. “Captain Buggy, you took everything from him.”

He grinned. “Good.”

“No, it’s…” You shook your head, trying to think of how to phrase it so he could understand the sickening pit of terror in your gut whenever you started to think about this.

“He’s obsessed with control,” Crina said. “You took that from him. That can be dangerous.”

“Oh, okay. By all means, feel free to chime in with your opinions,” Buggy said, half turning towards her.

“No, that’s-that’s true,” you said. “Crina knows.”

Buggy’s eyes narrowed. “Crina knows what?”

“About me,” you explained, caught off guard by the combative tone of his voice. “And, my-the Surgeon, how he is.”

“More than I do?” Buggy asked, raising an eyebrow. That was a dangerous question, one you didn’t want to answer.

“I might have a different perspective than you do,” Crina said.

“What’s that supposed to mean? You got some kinda girl-on-girl mind link? Women’s intuition?” he asked, looking between the two of you. “Wait!” Buggy snapped, pointing at Crina. “I know! You used your psychic mind powers on her. I hope you got consent before violating her like that. She’s sensitive.”

You flushed, embarrassed by his choice of words. “Captain Buggy, that’s not it,” you said, trying to smooth things over.

“But there is something,” he said, “you admit it.”

“No,” you tried to tell him, but Buggy wasn’t listening to you anymore, sitting up so he could face Crina directly.

“Isn’t she a bit young for you, Crina?” he asked.

“The only thing I’m interested in is her health,” Crina said.

“Wow, you sound just like her dad,” Buggy turned around to look at you. “Doesn’t she sound exactly like him, babydoll?”

You met his eye, your mouth opening to agree automatically, but nothing came out. The sudden turn of his mood and the accusation made your head spin. Of course she didn’t, but you couldn’t disagree with Buggy. You didn’t think you could even form the words.

Buggy burst out laughing, breaking the tension. “I’m just fucking with you. You really need to learn how to lighten up.”

Forcing yourself to untense, you tried to smile, to laugh it off. Crina hid her expression by taking a big drink out of something in a silvery flask.

“Can nobody take a joke around here?” Buggy asked, leaning back with a scowl.

Nobody said anything, the mood effectively killed by that outburst. Thankfully, the awkward silence was saved by the crashing entrance of one of Buggy’s pirates, stumbling into the room out of breath and panicked.

“Captain Buggy?” he called.

“What is it now?” Buggy snapped.

“You have a… The Surgeon is calling.”

“What’dya want?” Were Buggy’s first words into the mouthpiece. Apparently, the Den Den Mushi was something Cabaji had brought with him. For negotiations. The snail was wrapped up in a sweater to keep warm, seemingly content with his situation after getting fed. Buggy had it brought into his cabin for this conversation. He sat comfortably at his desk while you nervously perched on the bed, glad you didn’t eat very much because of the nausea squeezing your stomach.

“You know who I am?” Dad asked. It was just as strange to hear his voice coming out of the snail’s mouth now as it had been in Lafitte.

“‘Course I do, doc,” Buggy said. “My babydoll’s told me aaaaaall about you. I was wondering when you’d call. Normally I wouldn’t talk to my fans like this, but you’re special, eh?”

“You know why I’m calling?”

“Yeah. Duh.”

“I’ll make this quick, then. Give me the girl and that will be the end of this.”

That gave Buggy pause, it clearly wasn’t what he expected to hear. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “If I give her up, you’re going to, what, let me go? Don’t you know who I am?”

“I’m retired, I don’t care who you are. The fact of the matter is that you have stolen from me. If she is returned, I will withdraw. The Marines will, of course, pursue you further, but you will fare better against them without my support.”

Buggy’s excitement faded away to frustration, his angry eyes flicking up to you. You squirmed in discomfort, wanting to disappear all over again. “They just upped my bounty,” he said.

“I’m not concerned with money.”

“Oh, right. You’ve been doing some dirty deals, haven’t ya, pops? A real Doctor Feelgood. What did you swear when you got your degree, the hypocrite oath?”

“I’m not interested in your games, freak,” Dad said. “Is the girl with you? If she is, I would like to speak with her.”

Buggy scowled, glaring at you. “Say hi, sweetheart.”

“I’m here,” you said, your voice choked.

“You ought to know that Randall’s funeral was lovely, considering the circumstances,” Dad said. “He will be remembered and celebrated with respect and reverence, something he was denied in his death by the fiends you have run off with.”

“Hold on a second, doc,” Buggy said. “You’re way off the mark on this one. It wasn’t me or my crew that killed that idiot. Babydoll did that all on her own. Real gruesome too. When I slit someone’s throat, I like to make it quick, but she got in deep and started sawing. I tried to help move things along, but yeesh, it was hard to watch.”

Dad didn’t say anything, a silence as impactful as any amount of rage. You felt sick, blood rushing up into your head so fast it hurt. You didn’t want to think about that. You couldn’t.

“You see, pops, she understands that greatness demands sacrifice,” Buggy said. “She knew that if she was gonna make the cut to stand at my side, she needed to shed all of the dead weight.”

“She is my daughter,” Dad said. “It doesn’t matter what she wants. She is mine by right.”

“What right?” Buggy asked. “You can’t even make the whole dad claim anymore. With as much as we go at it she’s got more of me in her than you.”

“You can do what you will with her body,” Dad said, his voice deadly soft. “But she is not yours. When she returns to me, she won’t even remember you.”

“That’s funny, doc. I was gonna-” The line disconnected. “-say the same thing.” Buggy realized as soon as he was done speaking that Dad had hung up. He looked surprised, like he couldn’t believe that would happen.

You didn’t really care, that parting threat hit you with the force of a hammer. “What he said, it isn’t true,” you said, talking softly so your voice didn’t break. “No, that’s… He’s lying, Captain Buggy. Isn’t he? You won’t let him take me back.”

“Of course not,” Buggy said, replacing the mouthpiece with a dramatic roll of his eyes. “The old man must be losing his mind if he thinks I’ll let him get anywhere near you. That was all just talk anyway, there’s no way he wants you more than me.”

You nodded, trying to hold onto that assurance to calm yourself amidst the thousands of horrible, scary thoughts spinning in your head.

“Yeah,” Buggy grumbled, looking down with another scowl. “The old man is gonna lose a lot more than just his mind if he thinks he can get away with talking to me like that. Nobody talks to Buggy the Clown like that.” Abrupt as it came, his rage flashed away. Buggy looked up at you with a manic smile. “You were wrong, babydoll.”

“What?” you asked.

“I haven’t taken everything from him,” Buggy said. “But I will. I’m gonna be there the moment he realizes that I’ve got everything that he’s ever cared about in his whole worthless life. I don’t care what I have to do, he’s not gonna live to regret this.”

#opla buggy #opla buggy x reader #buggy x reader #one piece live action #buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #my writing #flashbang #not sfw #tw.dubcon #this one didn't come together the way i hoped ngl #but choking is so so so good

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send in the clowns

🌙 staring. Hyuck & Mark & Jaehyun x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. “She’s not the reason we’re dressed as clowns,” Hyuck is quick to insist. He’s such a good liar. Jungwoo would almost believe it, if you hadn’t told him your Halloween clown plan. It’s no secret to you that your three frat friends all have crushes on you, so you’d decided to tell Jaehyun about wanting to fuck a clown, just to see who would actually follow through with the costume. You’d expected one, maybe two- but here are all three men, dressed as exactly what they are: clowns. And it’s obvious to Jungwoo that they think this is their own idea. As if you’re not the puppeteer behind this all. God, Jungwoo loves having you as a best friend, even if your bucket list includes a frat clown Halloween orgy with three of his best friends.

tw/cw. clown kink? orgy, foursome, unprotected sex, semi-inexperienced reader, oral, blow jobs, pussy eating, cum eating, squirting, fingering, masturbation, guided masturbation, spanking, choking, spit-roasting/Eiffel tower, cum/filling kink, praise, dirty talk, first time anal, cock warming, double penetration, triple penetration, multiple reader orgasms, dacryphilia, overstimulation, deep throating, face grinding, etc… I pet names: (hers) barbie, babe, baby.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 10.6k

🍭 aus. Halloween, frat au, friends to lovers, Joker!Jae, Buggy!Mark, Pennywise!Hyuck, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I'm not sure I can even explain this one tbh

1: Mark

Mark loves drunk karaoke nights. He loves the way the alcohol calms him down, making his skin tingle and his lids feel heavy. He loves how easy it is to smile and laugh while his friends make fools of themselves. He loves watching Hyuck and Jungwoo be silly goofy chaos demons, choosing duets and ballads that make them sink to their knees and belt out songs so loud that they get noise complaints from other frat boys walking by their room. But most of all, Mark loves watching you sing, watching your hips sway to the music as you lose yourself in the energy.

It has taken a year of being friends with you before you opened up and started really relaxing with Mark and his frat brothers. Mark has enjoyed every moment of watching you bloom into the flower you are now. He’d thought you were cute when you first met, but these days, he thinks you’re one of the most beautiful girls he’s ever had the pleasure of getting to know.

He feels downright lucky, sitting on his bed, a beer in his hand, watching you stumble your way through a rap verse. Karaoke is never about being good at singing, although, Hyuck does often get a one-hundred-point score and boasts about it by running down the halls declaring himself the best singer in the frat.

No, drunk karaoke is simply about friendship. It’s about the way Mark feels able to be truly himself when he’s with you, his roommate Hyuck, and his two other frat brothers Jaehyun and Jungwoo. You’re a fivesome Mark had never expected to feel so at home with, but now, he couldn’t imagine anything else.

It’s getting late, and your energy is rapidly deteriorating, especially as you finish up your song and collapse next to Mark on his bed. He knows you well enough to see that when Hyuck and Jungwoo complete their next duet, you’ll be heading back to your apartment across campus.

Mark does his best to appreciate the time he has left with you, scooting closer so your thighs are just touching. He offers you his beer but you shake your head, still trying to catch your breath from the excitement of getting a score of ninety-eight.

In the confines of Hyuck and Mark’s small room, the two most extroverted of the fivesome pour their hearts out into ‘Greased Lightning,’ complete with flamboyant choreography and more giggling than Mark’s tired abdomen can even handle.

Even Jaehyun is laughing, standing by the window with a joint. His cheeks are flushed red, ears matching, and Mark swears he’s never seen Jaehyun as free as he is during nights like this.

As the song finishes up, you let out a deep sigh, standing. “I should really be headed home.”

Mark rises to his feet, pulling you into a hug that never lasts long enough. “Thanks for coming,” he murmurs, offering you a small smile as he does his best to conceal just how much he enjoys your company.

“You guys know I never miss karaoke night,” you grin, sending him a wink before you head over to hug Jaehyun.

Mark watches the way his hyung’s eyes close as he holds you, his embrace lingering around your smaller form.

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow, Jae,” you nod, pulling away before your gaze shifts to Hyuck. “And I’ll see you and Mark at the Halloween party tomorrow night.”

“Not if we see you first,” Hyuck teases, pulling you into a hug that looks a little too tight for Mark’s liking.

“God, you’re such clowns,” you laugh, pushing at Hyuck’s shoulders to prompt him to release you.

“Is that a song request?” Mark’s roommate asks, jumping on the chance to sing another. “I would crush Sinatra’s ‘Send In The Clowns.’”

You simply roll your eyes, going to join Jungwoo at the door. “Goodnight, guys.”

Jungwoo has been your longest-standing friend since first year. He’s the one who introduced you to Mark, Hyuck and Jaehyun. He’s probably the only person in the room who doesn’t want to fuck you, and he’s the one you always walk home with- leaving the frats at night can be dangerous for a pretty girl like you, and your six-foot golden retriever bestie always insists on making sure you get back to your apartment safe.

With one last goodbye, you leave, and there’s a noticeable shift in the energy of the room. All three men let out small sighs, and Jaehyun turns to the window, clearly intent on watching you walk away.

Hyuck, meanwhile, collapses onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. “She’s great.”

“She is,” Mark agrees, sipping his beer.

“You know, I’ve got a great idea,” Hyuck says dreamily.

“Let's hear it,” Jaehyun sighs, biting the bait while still looking out the window.

“I’m thinking- now don’t immediately shut this down, but I’m definitely thinking Halloween orgy.”

Mark chokes on his beer, sputtering and trying to clear his throat.

“Jesus, Mark, don’t die-” Hyuck sits up, staring at him while Jaehyun simply shakes his head with a smile. “I’m serious.”

“Yeah, but why are you serious?” Mark asks, swallowing thickly. “Why do you think that’s a good idea?”

“Not just a good idea, a great one,” Hyuck smirks. “Listen, we’ve all been into her for ages, and what's the one thing stopping us from making a move? Each other.”

“I wouldn’t say that’s the only thing stopping us,” Jaehyun muses.

“She wants us,” Hyuck states.

“She does?” This is news to Mark.

“A hundred percent… like my karaoke score. I’m sure of it.” Hyuck nods to himself. “It’s in the body language.”

Jaehyun turns away from the window to asses Hyuck, crossing his arms over his chest. “What body language?”

“Just trust me.”

Jaehyun shakes his head. “No.”

“Your loss, don’t join the orgy, Mark and I will show her a good time,” Hyuck’s eyes shift to the Canadian, “Won’t we, Mark?”

Mark’s throat goes dry. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about this scenario. As roommates and best friends, he and Hyuck have shared girls before- this wouldn’t be too out of the ordinary…

“I mean…” Mark sighs.

“You’re both crazy,” Jaehyun insists.

Hyuck scoffs loudly. “As if you don’t want to join!”

“I’m not saying I don’t, I’m just pointing out that there are multiple reasons none of us have taken a shot at her.” Mark appreciates Jaehyun’s level-headed thinking, it’s a sharp contrast to Hyuck’s chaos. The Hyung in the room is good at voicing what Mark isn’t able to. “If she’s not interested, you’ll ruin karaoke night. You’ll ruin the friendship. If she is interested, who’s to say she wants all of us? Most girls are monogamous- who’s to say she’d even want to be part of an orgy with three guys? Who’s to say we could all actually handle sharing, given who she is to us? Hyuck, can you honestly say you wouldn’t get jealous watching her suck Mark off?”

“Not if I was balls deep in her pussy,” Hyuck grins.

Jaehyun only sighs, rolling his eyes and shifting his attention out the window again. “This is a bad idea.”

2 : Jae

The only class Jaehyun arrives early to is the one he shares with you. He can’t help the feeling that rushes through him as he takes the amphitheater-style stairs two at a time, joining you in your seats at the back of the massive class.

“Hey you,” you grin, already turning in your seat to smile at him.

“Hey.” He puts his bag down, also angling to look at you. “How’s it going?”

“Going good,” you nod, taking in his onesie. It’s Halloween, so you’d both agreed to come in Pokemon outfits, and Jaehyun feels a lot more comfortable than a few other students in more restrictive costume attire. “You look good as Charmander.”

“Thanks, Pikachu.” God, he likes you way too much. Sometimes it’s hard to tear his gaze away from you, hard to make conversation instead of just staring at your lips. “You know, I’m a little surprised you actually came as a Pokemon.”

“What?” You cock your head to the side. “Why? We promised we would!”

“I don’t know,” Jaehyun shrugs. “I know you have that thing about clowns, guess I thought maybe you’d come as one today.”

“My thing about clowns,” you laugh, “says the clown.” You reach over, squishing his cheek, and it makes Jaehyun grin so hard it almost hurts.

“Tell me I’m wrong!”

You sigh. “Okay, you’re not. I like clowns a weird amount. But everyone has their kinks right?”

“I’ve always wondered what you like about clowns.”

You stare at him and Jaehyun leans back in his seat. He waits for you to elaborate, reaching up to play with the rim of his baseball cap.

“Honestly?” You swallow thickly. “I don’t know, there’s just something about the smile makeup maybe? The crazy aspect? I just feel like, when people dress up as clowns, it’s about having a good time. They can’t judge you because they’re the clown- it’s kind of freeing, a nice freeing energy, if that makes any sense.”

“I suppose that makes sense,” Jaehyun admits.

“Can I be extra honest with you about something?” you ask, scooting your chair closer and lowering your voice.

“Of course.” Jaehyun also moves closer, his knee butting against yours. You look so pretty, especially up close. There’s no way the Pikachu onesie should be hot, but you’ve gotten the buttons undone just enough that he can take a peek down at your bra at this short distance, and it makes him swallow thickly, trying to get a hold of himself.

“I’m this close,” you hold up two fingers almost touching, “to fucking anyone dressed as a clown at the frat party tonight.”

Jaehyun’s heart lurches abruptly in his chest. His mouth goes dry and his palms feel sweaty. He can only blink at you for a moment before he’s able to find his voice again. “R-really?”

“Uh huh,” you nod, looking absolutely determined.

“Anyone?”

“Anyone.”

“Fuck,” Jaehyun whispers, forcing his gaze forward. He has no idea how to play this situation- no idea how to act nonchalant about this. Jaehyun prides himself in being good in any situation, his technique is staying calm through breathing, but he can hardly take a breath right now.

“Do you know anyone planning on dressing as a clown?” you ask.

“Uh…” he licks his lips, mind still reeling. “Maybe a couple of the guys.”

It’s a lie, and he feels bad saying it… but at the same time, he doesn’t want to shut the door on this opportunity. He knows at least two men who would dress as a clown at the drop of the hat upon hearing this information- and Jaehyun is quick to wonder if he could somehow go to the party as a clown without it being glaringly obvious that he wants to fuck you stupid.

“What did you say you’re going as again?”

Jaehyun can hardly look at you. “I uh… hadn’t really decided yet.”

“Okay, Mister Secrets,” you tease. “Don’t tell me, I’ll find out tonight.”

The teacher enters the class, and Jaehyun shifts in his chair, trying to focus.

It’s impossible to get what you’ve just said out of his head. In the corners of his mind, Jaehyun almost feels like it had been a challenge. He thinks about what Hyuck had said, about your body language- had this been you dropping a hint?

Do you want him to fuck you?

3 : Hyuck

“Excuse me,” Ten’s voice makes Hyuck freeze, “what, exactly, are you doing?”

Hyuck and Mark slowly turn toward the angry frat boy standing at the door of his room. Ten looks pissed- and he has every right to be.

Hyuck can see Mark open his mouth in the periphery of his vision, and it causes him to grab his friend's arm to silence him. “There you are!” Hyuck exclaims. “We were looking all over for you!”

Ten’s not convinced, and he raises a brow, crossing his arms over his chest. “Your charm doesn’t work on me, Haechan. What are you two doing with my makeup?”

“Oh, this?” Hyuck looks down at the eye shadow pallet in his hands. “Funny story actually-”

Ten scoffs loudly. “Spit it out.”

“We need to borrow some makeup,” Mark states. “I mean, if that’s okay with you.”

“You know, out of all the guys who could be stealing my eye shadow set, I never expected it to be you two losers.”

“We’ve got a very good explanation for this-” Hyuck begins, only for Mark to cut him off.

“We’re trying to be clowns for Halloween.”

“As if you need any makeup for that, you’re both already clowns,” Ten sasses. “Besides, I thought you guys were going to the party as superheroes or something.”

“We changed our minds,” Hyuck says simply.

“As if,” another eye roll from Ten. “What’s the real reason?”

“Well, y/n has this thing for clowns-” Mark mumbles.

“I should have known this was about y/n,” Ten sighs. “But wait, you’re both going to dress up as clowns and try to what? Fuck her on Halloween?”

“Well, Jae said that y/n said she’d fuck someone dressed as a clown tonight-”

Hyuck groans. Mark needs to learn to keep his mouth shut.

“So we’re talking about a full-on clown orgy?” Ten asks, and shockingly enough, as disgusted as he looks, he also seems almost impressed. “You two, Jae and y/n?”

“Jae might not join,” Hyuck is quick to point out, and in the corners of his mind, he sort of hopes he doesn’t. It will be annoying enough as it is vying with Mark for your attention, let alone Jaehyun too.

“Jae will a hundred percent be joining,” Ten sighs. “If you can convince her, that is.”

“What makes you so sure?” Mark asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Have you seen the way that guy looks at her? He’s whipped. But I guess all three of you look at her that way, maybe you don’t notice your friends doing the same thing.” Ten approaches them, taking the eyeshadow pallet from Hyuck. “I’ll help you with clown makeup. If you’re going to do this, you’ll have to do it right.”

“Really?” Mark beams. “Thank you!”

“You run and get Jaehyun, and I’ll start on Hyuck,” Ten says, looking his target up and down. “We’ll also have to decide which clowns you three are going as.”

“Can’t we just be generic clowns?” Hyuck asks, allowing Ten to lead him to sit on the bed.

The man from Thailand scoffs. “As if a ten out of ten like y/n is going to fuck just any clown, you three have to be recognizable.”

“Who do you have in mind?”

Ten grins slyly, reaching for his makeup kit. “I can think of a few clowns that girls wanna bang.”

4 : Jungwoo

“Hey Ten, I’m here for my…” Jungwoo pauses in the doorway, the word “glitter” leaving his lips as an afterthought while he stares at the scene in front of him.

Jaehyun is leaning by the window, a joint between his fingers. His purple outfit is jokeresque, but it’s his makeup that makes it clear who he is. With a white face, a jagged red overdrawn smile and dark eyes, he looks as stunning as Heath Ledger did in the role, but prettier, which isn’t that much of a shock considering this is Jaehyun.

Hyuck, meanwhile, is in a white shirt and jeans, his face done up in a matching cream shade. His nose and smile are red, with the colour on his lips curving up as slits through his eyes. His hair isn’t orange, just its normal shade of brown, but he’s a dead ringer for Pennywise, even without a good costume.

Mark, meanwhile, is sitting on the bed. He’s not a clown that Jungwoo recognizes, especially not as Ten combs blue temporary dye through his bleach blonde hair. There’s something like white crossbones across his forehead, and he has the messiest red patch around his mouth, with blue slashes through his eyebrows and eyelids-

“Who is Mark supposed to be?” Jungwoo can’t help but ask, staring at his friend in confusion.

“I told you no one would know who I am!” Mark groans loudly, looking up at Ten.

“Do any of you even watch anime?” Ten sighs. “He’s Buggy The Clown from One Piece, there’s even a live-action of it on Netflix that came out two months ago- I swear, do you all live under a rock? I promise, if y/n actually likes clowns, she’ll know who Mark is.”

Ten’s words make Jungwoo realize what’s happening, and he lets out a laugh, crossing his arms over his chest while he stares at his karaoke friends. “So that’s what this is about.”

“She’s not the reason we’re dressed as clowns,” Hyuck is quick to insist.

He’s such a good liar. Jungwoo would almost believe it, if you hadn’t told him your Halloween clown plan. It’s no secret to you that your three frat friends all have crushes on you, so you’d decided to tell Jaehyun about wanting to fuck a clown, just to see who would actually follow through with the costume. You’d expected one, maybe two- but here are all three men, dressed as exactly what they are: clowns.

And it’s obvious to Jungwoo that they think this is their own idea. As if you’re not the puppeteer behind this all. God, Jungwoo loves having you as a best friend, even if your bucket list includes a frat clown Halloween orgy with three of his best friends.

5 : Barbie

The first words that Jungwoo says to you when he meets you outside the frat are, “You’re going to die.”

“What do you mean?” you laugh, linking your arm with his as he helps you up the house steps, being mindful of your sparkly heels.

“Just wait till you see, I don’t want to spoil it for you,” your best friend grins.

“Did one of our boys dress up as a clown?” you ask, skin tingling at the prospect.

“Something like that.”

“Two?” Your heart is already beginning to thunder in your ribcage.

“I told you, I’m not telling!” The two of you enter the large frat living room and makeshift dance floor. Your eyes immediately scan the location, looking for clowns.

At first, you almost miss Mark, but as your gaze narrows in on the blue hair you realize your first clown is none other than your favorite Canadian. “That’s Mark?” you ask in shock, looking him up and down from twenty feet away.

“Yeah, he’s supposed to be Muggy or something-”

“Buggy,” you correct.

“At least you know what the fuck his costume is,” Jungwoo sighs.

“That’s such an odd choice for him- I didn’t know any of you even watched One Piece.”

“Ten suggested it I think,” Jungwoo admits.

“That’s why he looks so good!”

“I mean…” your best friend gives you some major side eye, “if you’re into that sort of thing.”

Then you notice who’s standing next to Mark. his back had been to you, but as he turns and scans the crowd, you catch Pennywise makeup and you practically shiver at the realization that it’s Hyuck.

“Holy shit,” you whisper, clinging to Jungwoo even tighter. “I got roommates.”

“You’re so weird,” Jungwoo laughs. “Wait, I uh… think someone wants to talk to you.” Your friend is looking over your shoulder, and when you turn, you find Jaehyun standing there.

He looks as awkward as you’ve ever seen him, decked out as The Joker.

You can’t believe it.

You’re three for three.

“Hey,” Jaehyun says, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck. “You look good.”

He’s scanning your Barbie costume, and you notice the way he tries to skip over your breasts… and fails.

“You look good too,” you grin, already feeling a little overwhelmed with how many clowns are at the party.

“I mean…” Jaehyun swallows thickly, “You said you like clowns-”

“I said more than that,” you tease.

“Okay, I’m getting a drink,” Jungwoo announces, unlinking your arms. “Have fun.”

“Don’t worry, I intend to,” you grin, watching him dart away before you turn your attention back to Jaehyun. You open your mouth, intent on flirting- on getting down to the business at hand, but before you can, someone grabs your forearm and you find Hyuck standing there.

He looks out of breath, and you realize he must have just run through the crowd to get to you, with Mark still trailing behind him by a few feet.

“You’re here!” Hyuck smirks. When he looks you up and down, he doesn’t bother hiding his attraction to you. “Nice dress.”

“Nice makeup,” you laugh, feeling like a kid in a candy store.

“Well, we all know you’re a sucker for clowns.” It feels like a perfectly harmless statement, but by the way Hyuck’s smile widens, you can see the innuendo behind his words and it makes your stomach tie into knots. “Come on, Barbie,” his hand slips from your forearm to your wrist, and he tugs gently, “dance with us.”

Your gaze shifts back at Jaehyun, he looks like he wants to say something- but you find yourself being dragged into the crowd.

Hyuck positions himself behind you, and Mark slots in front, hands finding your hips to steady you amongst the moving sea of bodies. “Hi,” he says, leaning in so you can hear him over the music.

“Hi, Buggy,” you grin, taking in the details of his makeup. Ten really did a number on him- you’ll have to thank him some time for making your dreams come true.

“Thank God you know who I am,” Mark laughs, relief flooding his clowny features.

Hyuck presses his body against your back, hands slipping around your waist- his breath on the nape of your neck cuts off any words you’d planned on saying to Mark, and it must be clear, because he leans in again, “Is this okay?”

You swallow hard, nodding. “Yeah, I think- I think I’m just surprised.”

“Why are you surprised?” Hyuck asks, his voice hoarse as you rub your ass back against him.

“I mean- when I told Jaehyun I wanted to fuck a clown tonight, I expected one of you, maybe two, but not all three,” you admit.

“You can take all of us,” Hyuck says smoothly.

“If you want to,” Mark corrects.

“Do you all want to?” you ask. “You’re not going to make me choose?”

“Mark and I are used to sharing,” Hyuck informs you. “I’m not sure about Jae.”

All three of you turn to look at the joker still standing off the dance floor, his gaze is fixed on you- God, it feels good to be pressed between Mark and Hyuck while Jaehyun watches.

“How long…” Mark leans close again, and his lips brush over your ear, “How long have you known we’re all into you.”

“You’re not great at hiding it, Mark,” you laugh.

“And you really don’t have a favorite?” he asks, pulling away to look you deep in your eyes.

“Do I seem like I have a favorite?” you counter.

“It’s obviously me,” Hyuck says loudly, pulling you back even tighter. “I’m everyone’s favourite.”

Mark ignores Hyuck, his gaze dipping down to your lips then back up. Even in a sea of bodies, with Hyuck rubbing against your ass, something about being pressed to Mark’s chest while he stares at you like this feels intimate. He’s so pretty, especially with the clown makeup and the blue hair- it gives him this dangerous edge, but below the layers of red, white and blue, this is still Mark, one of the softest men you’ve ever met.

You can’t help yourself, you lean forward, reaching for Mark’s shoulders-

He practically smashes his mouth against yours, and you realize how eager he is by the way his tongue immediately swipes a lick at your lower lip. His fingers dig into your hips, tugging you closer and away from Hyuck-

A second mouth finds your skin, with Hyuck groaning against your throat. The sensation makes a shiver run through you, and you part your lips for Mark, who dips his tongue inside.

You truly can’t believe your luck tonight. As you cling tighter to Mark, enjoying Hyuck’s rough hands on your body, you almost forget about Jaehyun- but as soon as he pops in your mind, you pull away from the roommates, turning to look for your Joker.

He’s no longer standing by the dance floor, he’s walking away, and your heart lurches in your chest.

“Jae-” you say, tugging away from Mark and Hyuck to chase after your favorite classmate. If you’re being really honest with yourself- you’d told Jae about wanting to fuck a clown because out of all three, he’s the one you could see yourself really going the distance with.

Jaehyun has two years on Mark, and three on Hyuck- he’s the most mature of the three karaoke fratboys you’ve been thirsting over. There’s something about him that’s always made you feel calm- in contrast to the chaos Hyuck brings, and the warm fuzzies Mark gives you.

You like them all in different ways, you suppose, and you can’t stand the idea of losing even one of them from your hook tonight.

“Jae!” you call again, louder this time as you follow him- catching up just as he makes it to the stairwell door. He turns to look at you, and you blink. “Where are you going?”

“Needed a stronger drink,” he muses, scanning your face. “You’ve got a little something, here-” he reaches, cupping your chin and brushing his thumb over your lips, “And here,” his fingers smooth across your neck.

“Oh-” you go to wipe at your skin, only to find white and red makeup on your hand.

Mark and Hyuck have just caught up to you, and when you turn, you see their makeup all smudged around their mouths. God, you hadn’t thought about actually fucking a guy in clown paint- this is going to be messier than it already will be fucking three men.

“What’s going on?” Mark asks, looking worried.

“Just getting another drink,” Jae sighs, pulling his hand away from you.

“Can we come?” you question.

“Sure.” Jaehyun reaches down and interlocks your fingers, guiding you up the stairwell while Hyuck and Mark lurch to follow.

You can hear them, two steps behind you, but two becomes four, and they begin to whisper. You makeout the words “serious,” “fucked,” “crazy,” and “sober.” it sounds like an intense conversation, but your mind is more pleasantly occupied thinking about Jaehyun and the way he’s holding your hand.

“Are you enjoying the party?” you ask.

“I was.”

“Looked like you wanted to say something to me earlier,” you point out.

“Maybe I did. It’s out of my head now.”

You’re not sure you believe him, but you don’t press Jaehyun as you make it to his floor. He’s roommates with Jungwoo, and you know the route to their little shared room like the back of your hand. When you get to the door, Jaehyun takes out his key to unlock it before allowing you inside first.

You head toward the shelf they keep their booze, rifling through it for your drink of choice while Jaehyun comes to stand next to you, grabbing the Whiskey.

“How much are you two planning on drinking tonight?” Mark’s voice makes both you and Jaehyun turn to stare at the Canadian.

He looks serious, but it’s hard to take him seriously while dresses as Buggy the Clown.

“Excuse me?” Jaehyun lets out a small laugh.

“I uh…” Mark shuffles awkwardly as Hyuck closes the door behind them, locking you into Jaehyun’s room with your three clowns. “I just… are you two planning on getting drunk or…?”

“I just want a shot,” you explain, finding a tiny glass to fill.

“And I’m just doing a double,” Jaehyun says, pouring whiskey into his red solo cup.

“Since when are you two all about being sober?” you ask, lifting your gaze to assess the two clowns by the door while you raise your glass to your lips.

“We’re usually not,” Mark admits-

“But tonight, we have a good reason to be,” Hyuck finishes.

“Yeah?” Jaehyun sips his drink. “And what reason is that?”

“Well…” Mark’s ears are turning red, and it’s a funny contrast to his blue hair.

“Let’s not play around,” Hyuck sighs. “We all know why we’re here.”

All their eyes shift to you, and you quickly take your shot, grimacing at the taste. “Someone better spit it out,” you prompt, although, you already know where this is going. Mark and Hyuck had already broached the subject with you on the dance floor.

“Fine, I’ll just say it,” Hyuck throws his hands up in defeat. “Clown orgy.”

You let out a small laugh. “Clown orgy?”

“A foursome,” he clarifies. “You told Jaehyun you’d fuck someone dressed as a clown tonight, and you’ve got us three here, in a room, with the door locked. So let’s do this. Don’t pretend you weren’t ready to take your panties off on the dancefloor five minutes ago.”

“We have to talk about this first,” you sigh, looking over at Jaehyun. “They’ve already said they’d be up for it, but I don’t know how you feel yet.”

“I don’t really know how I feel either,” Jaehyun admits, taking another larger swig of his drink.

“Maybe we need some ground rules?” you suggest.

“That would be nice,” Mark nods.

You take a deep breath, knowing what you want to say. “The first rule should be that no matter what happens tonight, we should stay friends. I don’t want to give up karaoke night or make things weird just because I’m attracted to all three of you.”

“That’s fair,” Jaehyun agrees. “What else?”

You consider it for a moment. Part of you wants to say no marking, but at the same time, you kind of hope they leave their brand on you- you want a reminder of tonight, however fleeting, signs of teeth grazing your skin, of hands on your ass and around your throat-

“This isn’t really a rule but uh…” you swallow thickly, “I mean… I’ve told you guys before that none of the dudes I’ve slept with have ever made me cum.”

“Wait,” Hyuck’s smile drops. “Are you for real? I always thought that was a joke.”

“I’m being dead serious,” you admit, feeling your skin heat with embarrassment. “But I can make myself cum, so I know my body can get there-”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Hyuck shakes his head, reaching out to put his hand over your mouth. “You’re telling us, that no guy has ever made you cum before?”

You nod.

Hyuck’s hand stays fixed over your lips and he simply stares at you for a few moments. You see Jaehyun and Mark exchange a look.

“Well, that changes tonight.” Hyuck’s hand drops to his side. “Get on the bed and show us how you like it.”

“Will you please get on the bed and show us what you like so we can learn your body better,” Mark corrects, flashing Hyuck a look that says ‘be gentle.’

“You guys want me to… touch myself in front of you?”

“Here,” Jaehyun moves to his bed, sitting against the headboard and spreading his thighs, patting the spot between them. “Come sit with me.”

You’re hesitant at first, but after taking a deep breath you move to join him, watching as he sets his drink down on the bedside table, giving you his full attention. You slip out of your heels, joining him without another thought.

It’s a little odd to sit back against Jaehyun’s warm chest. Even though you hug him often, this position isn’t one you’ve experienced with him- and the promise of what’s to come is heavy on your mind.

“Are you okay with this?” Jaehyun asks, his breath hot on the nape of your neck while you settle.

You nod, licking your lips as your gaze shifts to Mark and Hyuck. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“If you want to stop, just tell us,” Jaehyun says softly. You feel him move closer, and then his lips are pressing to the side of your throat.

Your body reacts, a deep sigh escaping you as you tilt your head, giving Jaehyun more space while leaning back into his embrace. He’s so gentle, and it sets your skin alight with pleasurable tingles. His hands smooth down your bare arms, and when he smiles, you think it’s because he can feel your goosebumps.

“You’re sensitive, huh?” Hyuck asks, coming to sit on the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on you and Jaehyun.

“Very,” you admit.

Mark is staring at your chest, and when you look down, you find that your nipples have hardened. Your dress has a somewhat built in bra, so you hadn’t bothered with another layer, but now, your sensitive buds are pushing through the fabric, betraying just how much you’re enjoying Jaehyun’s touch.

Your legs are closed, but soon, Jaehyun’s hands are slipping down to your thighs, gently prompting you to spread yourself for the awaiting eyes of the younger frat boys at the foot of the bed. Hyuck and Mark are like dogs with their gaze focused on their favourite toy, Hyuck even licks his lips, staring at you with pupils blown from lust.

You’ve never seen clowns look this serious.

“Are you going to touch yourself for us, barbie? Or do you want me to do it for you?” Jaehyun asks, his lips teasing past your throat with each word.

“I can…” You swallow thickly, “I can show you, but… You’ll take over soon, right?”

“Anything you want,” he assures you.

You want them, and it’s taking every ounce of self control to stay focused on what Hyuck had asked you to do. You suppose there’s a good reason to show them what you like first, and you hope that by doing this, it will only build the tension. When you all finally snap, something tells you that these next few minutes will make a difference in how well they please you.

Your hand is shaky as you bring it to your core, panties exposed by the dress you’re wearing, which has slid up to reveal most of your subtle thighs. When you drag your fingers over your panty covered core, you find a wet patch, and it makes you bite at your lip, stifling a whimper.

“How’s it feel?” Mark asks. When you look up, you find he’s assessing your face, watching you carefully. You realize he’s actually concerned for you, and it only makes you wetter.

“Feels good,” you tell him, rubbing small circles over your clit while relaxing back against Jaehyun’s chest.

The clown behind you has his hands on your thighs, but they shift up, to your hips, then your rib cage- you release a breathy moan when he cups your boobs, thumbs stroking over your nipples. Jaehyun’s lips are on your neck again, and each swipe of his tongue has your core practically throbbing.

You close your eyes, leaning back against Jaehyun, resting your head on his shoulder while you rub yourself even harder. Your knees are bent, feet flat on the bed, and you can’t help the way your hips buck toward your hand.

“Are you close already?” Hyuck asks, and you can pretty much hear him smirking.

You can only nod, focusing on the feeling building in the pit of your stomach. It’s incredibly erotic to be touching yourself while pressed to Jaehyun’s strong chest, to have Mark and Hyuck watching you-

The man behind you pinches your nipples through your dress and you cry out, core pulsing desperately. “Please,” you whimper, although, at this point, you don’t even know what you’re begging for.

Jaehyun’s hand slips down to join your own, cupping your smaller fingers and applying more pressure, helping you work your clit closer and closer to an orgasm-

“Oh my God,” you gasp, hips bucking toward his hand.

His mouth is hot on your neck, his other hand still worshiping your breast. It feels absolutely amazing- this is a position you’ve never been in before. You can feel Jaehyun’s cock straining against the small of your back, but he’s entirely focused on you. Your pleasure is what matters most, and it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever experienced.

“I’m gonna-” You can’t even finish your sentence, your orgasm washes over you like warm waves, pussy clamping down on nothing, convulsing desperately-

Something moves on the bed. All of the sudden your hand is being pushed away. Your panties are slipped to the side, and you open your eyes to see Mark laying between your thighs, his face pressing up to your pussy so he can lick a stripe at your wet folds. You release a strangled whimper when his tongue flicks by your sensitive clit, your walls still fluttering around nothing.

“Mark-” you whisper, reaching down to tangle your hand in his blue hair. You pull him even closer, shifting and opening your thighs wider for the man that begins to devour you. He licks up every drop of your orgasm, moaning loudly when his tongue dips in to stroke your weakly convulsing walls.

One orgasm has just dwindled out, but it’s clear Mark has the intention of giving you another.

Jaehyun’s hand wraps around your throat, squeezing gently at first, but when you grab his forearm, prompting him to go harder, he concedes. His fingers press on either side of your neck, impeding blood flow and making your head even dizzier.

Mark’s lips suction around your clit, and your body practically short circuits. You tighten your grip in his hair, making him groan, and the vibration through your clit has your legs shaking.

“You gonna cum again?” Hyuck asks, watching you from the foot of the bed. “Markie’s good with his mouth, isn’t he, barbie?”

“So good,” you whimper, grinding against Mark’s face as he brings you closer and closer to the edge with shocking speed.

Mark’s tongue circles your clit, tiny circles, like you’d done with your fingers. His pace is increasing, like yours had- He’d really taken what you’d shown them about your pleasure, and learned it.

Jaehyun’s still gripping your throat, swallowing is hard, but everything feels so good.

Mark wraps his hands around your thighs and he pulls you further down the bed. Your head is now resting against Jaehyun’s chest, and he lets up on your neck, opting to grab your breasts. He pushes your dress down just far enough to release your sensitive nipples, and then he captures them between his fingers.

Jaehyun’s hips rut ever so slightly, his hard length dragging between your shoulder blades while you wiggle against him. Mark’s tongue dips into your pussy, nose rubbing your clit-

“Please-”

The clown between your thighs wraps his lips around your sensitive bud again, sucking as harshly as ever, and it’s the last bit of stimulus you need to fall over the edge.

You throw your head back against Jaehyun’s chest, eyes clenched shut. Your legs try to close around Mark but he holds them open, lewly lapping you through your high while you struggle and cry from how much pleasure is coursing through you.

Your abdomen almost hurts from how intense your orgasm is, and each convulsion of your walls reminds you how painfully empty you are. With three cocks in the room, you can’t believe you’ve already cum twice without being stuffed-

Can’t believe Mark made you cum with his mouth alone.

Your friends really know what they’re doing- and it’s a shock that Mark Lee, the sweetest boy you know, is an absolute menace with his tongue.

As you come down from your high, Mark pulls away from your pussy. You’re panting hard, and you look at him from under heavy lids. His makeup is a complete mess, and when you gaze down between your legs, you find your inner thighs coated in red, white and blue.

You can’t even bring yourself to care.

“So who are you fucking first, barbie?” Hyuck asks nonchalantly.

You swallow thickly, mind racing.

Mark’s the first guy to really make you cum, and your gaze shifts to him. You feel bad not choosing Jae, who is practically throbbing at your back, but Mark looks just as uncomfortable in his pants.

You don’t even have to say his name, it’s obvious who your choice is, and Hyuck sighs loudly.

“But…” you lick your lips, turning in Jaehyun’s embrace to meet his gaze, “I want you in my mouth too.”

He cups your jaw, kissing you for the first time. The only thing gentle about this is his hand on your face, but the kiss is hungry. His tongue invades you, and you shift in his arms, turning to face him. You’re on your knees, wrapping your arms around his shoulders while you press your chests together, needing to be closer to him.

His hands smooth down to your hips, and then you feel another set on your skin, pushing your dress up to your waist. Someone rubs against your pussy, then fingers hook in your panties to drag them down to your knees.

“Condoms?” Mark asks.

You break your kiss from Jaehyun to shake your head, his lips eager against your cheek and throat. “I’ve got birth control, and I’m clean- are you guys all clean?”

“Dirty minds, clean cocks,” Hyuck assures you distantly.

“Good,” you groan, reaching down to grasp Jaehyun’s thick length through his jeans. He groans loudly against your throat.

Mark’s hand smooths against your back, and then you feel his bare cock at your enterance, teasing up and down your slit. He bumps by your clit and your legs shake with anticipation. “You’re dripping,” Mark tells you.

“So fuck me?” you suggest, feeling daring, and very needy. You’re tired of waiting, tired of pretending you don’t want to be split open on multiple fronts.

“Shit,” Jaehyun groans, pulling away from you so he can sit up on his knees, hands moving to his belt buckle.

Mark slips the tip of his cock into your tight hole and you both groan at how easy it is. Your walls flutter around him as he pushes deeper and deeper, until his hips are flush with your ass. “Oh my God,” Mark practically whimpers, his fingers digging into your hips. “You feel so fucking good.”

Mark’s not the biggest cock you’ve ever had, but it fits just right inside of you. As he begins to thrust into you, his balls start to smack against your clit, which is still extremely sensitive from two orgasms. Your toes curl, and you practically begin to drool as Jaehyun finally gets his own dick out, immediately presenting it to you.

You waste no time wrapping a hand around him and bringing him to your mouth. You lick a stripe along the underside, earning a groan from the man above you, and when you wrap your lips around him, Jaehyun actually shivers.

“Holy shit, you look so good like this,” he tells you, reaching down to cup your head.

Mark thrusts particularly hard behind you, and it sends your mouth further onto Jaehyun’s cock, your throat clenching as he hits the back of it.

“Fuck-” Jaehyun groans, tightening his grip on your hair.

You’ve never been spitroasted, never been in an Eiffel tower, but God, it feels good.

Mark’s pace is building, his moans and whimpers like music to your ears while you try to focus half your attention on sucking off Jaehyun-

“Are you into anal?”

Of course Hyuck’s not about to just sit this out, and his question makes you groan. Jaehyun pulls you off his cock, watching intently as a string of saliva keeps your mouth connected to his throbbing length. You swallow thickly, licking your lips before you can answer. “I’ve never tried it,” you admit.

“We should try it tonight,” Hyuck insists. “Lots of girls cum super hard from a bit of anal.”

At this point, you’d agree to anything they suggest. It’s clear that the three men fucking you know what women like, and you’re willing to give yourself completely to them.

“Anything you want,” you say, voice shaky as you bring your lips back to Jaehyun’s cock, sinking down on him again.

“Fuck,” Mark groans loudly behind you. One of his hands moves from your hips, and then you feel a lubed up thumb begin to circle your other hole. Your pussy clenches tight around Mark, and he lets out another sound of appreciation. “Relax, barbie,” he tells you. “It will be better if you relax.”

You do your best to relax your entire body, and it prompts Jaehyun to begin fucking your face now that your throat is more open. Mark’s thrusts have slowed down a little, his attention transferred to the thumb teasing your virgin hole.

You whimper as he presses the tip of his digit inside of you, working you open. It’s a foreign feeling, but as he begins to stimulate you, fucking you onto his cock, you realize Hyuck’s right about it feeling good.

Another orgasm is building in the pit of your stomach. You don’t even know where to focus- Jaehyun sounds so pretty with his cock burried in your mouth, and Mark feels snug with your pussy clenching tightly around him, his thumb slowly thrusting in and out of your ass-

“Shit,” Mark moans loudly, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass cheeks. “I’m gonna cum- this is way too hot- I can cum inside right? You want it inside?”

You let out a sound of affirmation, sucking harder on Jaehyun’s cock. Mark begins fucking you faster again, keeping his thumb burried in your ass while his balls hit your clit with each rough thrust of his hips.

You’re gasping around Jaehyun’s length, muscles pulling tight as Mark works you closer and closer to the edge-

“Fuck, oh my God, shit, Barbie- Can you cum with me?” Mark’s free hand slips around your front, seeking out your clit-

There’s no way this man has his cock in your pussy, his thumb in your ass, and his fingers on your clit- Mark truly said lemme fuck this girl absolutely stupid-

All you can do is whine, sounds muffled by each thrust of Jaehyun’s cock past your lips. You teeter on the edge, core clamping down on Mark-

“Shit, I’m cumming, fuck, cum with me, barbie, holy fuck-”

Mark’s words make you truly tip over the edge. Your entire body convulses and you pull off Jaehyun’s cock, gasping loudly while your other holes clench and unclench desperately around Mark. You rest against Jaehyun’s thigh, reaching up a weak hand to pump his cock through your orgasm, waves of pleasure nearly consuming you.

Mark’s thrusts slowly come to a stop, and you listen to him pant behind you, his breath trailing over your shoulders and making you shiver.

“My turn,” Hyuck announces.

Mark pulls out of your core and you whimper at the loss. You can already feel cum begining to drip out of you, a mix of yours and Mark’s. As much as you miss Mark in your wet, needy cunt, you kind of miss him in your ass too, and it’s a surprising feeling.

“Think you can take something bigger in here?” Hyuck asks, landing a gentle spank to your bum that has you whining desperately.

You can only nod, blinking up at Jaehyun through teary lashes. “Can I fuck you too?”

Jaehyun’s lips part at the notion of double penetration, his cock twitching in your hand. “Yeah, anything you want.”

It’s a quick shift for Jaehyun to lay down on his back, pulling you into a straddling position. You all remove your clothes, and then Jaehyun guides his cock to your wet hole, using the cum as lube, which makes it easy to slide into you. You both release groans when he bottoms out, and your hands find his chest.

You simply cock warm him for a moment, appreciating the stretch. He’s longer than Mark, maybe not as thick, but the tip of his dick hits a spot deep inside of you.

“Bend over,” Hyuck instructs, moving behind you. His hand is gentle on your shoulder as he pushes you down, and you take the opportunity to press your lips to Jaehyun’s, kissing him eagerly.

You roll your hips and Jaehyun groans beneath you, fingers digging into your thighs.

You hear Hyuck spit, and a moment later the feeling of something wet meets your back hole. Hyuck spreads open your cheeks with one hand, using the other to circle your tight ring of muscles with a finger. “Fuck, I can’t believe I get to be the first one inside you like this.”

“It was worth the wait, wasn’t it?” Jaehyun teases, and you know you’ve tested Hyuck’s patience by making him last to touch you.

“So worth it,” Hyuck agrees.

He sinks a finger into your hole and you moan loudly, burying your face against Jaehyun’s throat. “Relax,” he reminds you, smoothing a hand along your spine. “Hyuck’s good at this sort of thing.”

You have to admit, Hyuck does know what he’s doing. He toes the line between rough and gentle, as if he knows exactly what you’re able to take. He twists his hand so you can feel the ridges of his knuckles as he works open your ass, and soon he’s adding a second finger. “You’re a natural, barbie,” Hyuck praises you.

Your core twitches and Jaehyun moans, throwing his head back against the pillow when you begin to kiss his throat. “She likes it,” Jaehyun announces.

“Most girls do, they just have to feel comfortable enough to open up,” Hyuck explains.

So he’s some sort of anal genius, apparently.

You honestly don’t even mind.

He works your ass expertly, and the feeling has you tingling with anticipation. If this is what two fingers feels like, you can’t even imagine having his whole cock.

“I hate to rush you,” Jaehyun says, “but… If we don’t start moving soon, I might die.”

“Yeah, yeah, she’s ready for me,” Hyuck breathes, pulling his fingers out of your ass to land a smack against your skin, “isn’t that right, baby? All ready to be filled?”

You nod. “Please!”

Hyuck spits on your hole again, but then you hear Mark say the word “lube” and you look to find him holding a bottle.

“How did you even know where to find this?” Hyuck asks, accepting the lube and popping open the cap to squirt a line on his cock.

“Most of us only use our bedside tables for one thing,” Mark breathes, meeting your gaze. “How are you feeling?”

“Good.” You lick your lips, eyes dipping to bulge forming in Mark’s jeans.

“Are you looking at his cock, barbie?” Hyuck laughs, rubbing himself along your hole, getting you lubricated.

“Maybe.” Your skin heats with embarrassment.

“Is two cocks not enough?” Hyuck teases, landing another harsh smack to your ass.

“She wants the full experience,” Jaehyun smiles good naturedly below you. “Isn’t that right, barbie?”

“I just-” you swallow thickly. “How often do you end up in a foursome? It would be… irresponsible not to try it to the fullest, right?”

“Our little barbie likes being full,” Hyuck groans, sliding the tip of his cock into your ass. “Trust me, you’ll be full by the time this is all over.”

You can’t even respond, your mind much more pleasantly focused on the feeling of Hyuck splitting you open. You’re doing your best to breathe, to relax, but it’s a difficult feat as Hyuck sinks more and more of his thick cock into your virgin hole.

“Oh my God-” you whimper, tangling your fingers in the sheets.

Jaehyun’s hand is smooth along your back, reassuring, and he draws your lips to his again. He eats up your sounds of pleasure as Hyuck bottoms out, releasing a deep groan. His fingers dig into your hips, and he allows you to get used to the feeling of being completely stuffed.

“Good?”

“So good,” you breathe.

“Can I start fucking you stupid now?” Hyuck asks. “Or do you need a moment?”

“Fuck me silly.”

“Don’t mind if I fucking do.” Hyuck’s grip tightens on your hips, and his first thrust makes you cry out, gasping into Jaehyun’s mouth. The man below you lets out a grunt, the force of Hyuck’s motion pushing you further onto his own cock.

You feel Jaehyun adjust, anchoring himself so he can begin to fuck up into you.

They’re holding you steady, hovering over Jaehyun so they can both be the ones moving to meet your holes. Skin slapping against skin, it’s an erratic sound as they both struggle to find a pace that works. You’re clawing at the bed when they both thrust at the same time, so Jaehyun adjusts again, pistoning into you as Hyuck draws back.

Now this feels like heaven.

“Fuck,” you moan, burrying your face against Jaehyun’s throat. “I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna cum so fucking hard-”

“Do it,” Hyuck says, spanking you roughly.

Your entire body clamps down on them from the sting of the hit, and you gasp, teetering on the edge-

“Cum for us,” Jaehyun whispers, his lips teasing your ear. “We’ve got you.”

You feel a tear slip down your cheek, and you explode- but instead of letting up, Hyuck fucks into you even harder. You let out a loud squeal, shivering with stimulation- The clown behind you laughs loudly.

“That’s it, squeeze our fucking cocks! Bet you want our cum so bad- barbie wants to be full, but not until you take all three.”

You lift your head from Jaehyun’s shoulder, body still convulsing around Hyuck and Jaehyun. Mark’s standing next to the bed, cock in hand. “You don’t have to,” he tells you weakly, fist gripped tight around his throbbing length, the head dripping with precum.

“Come here,” you say, practically blind with lust.

Shifting off of Jaehyun’s chest, you plant your hands on the bed, leaning over so you can accept Mark’s cock into your mouth.

He releases a strangled groan, immediately cupping the back of your head so he can begin to fuck into you. It’s not like you can move while held between Jaehyun and Hyuck, no, you’re simply a girl with three holes, getting fucked by three clowns.

You’ve cum three times? Four? You’re not even sure anymore. All you know is nothing has ever been like this, and nothing ever will be again.

It’s like you’ve been transported to an entirely other planet, where orgasming with men is easy and you’re just some needy cock whore desperate for cum.

“Fuck, you just got so tight from sucking on Mark,” Hyuck groans. “You really love our cocks, don’t you, barbie?”

You can only moan around Mark, hallowing your cheeks harder around his length, while he practically whimpers, fucking your throat even harder.

“I don’t know about you two,” Jaehyun breathes, “but I’m about to fucking bust.”

“Me too,” Mark grunts, tightening his grip on your hair.

“I can cum.”

You let out a meak groan of affirmation.

All four of you are going to cum together, and nothing has ever felt so right, so correct.

“On three?” Hyuck suggests.

“On three,” Jaehyun agrees, reaching between your bodies to rub at your clit.

You practically scream, walls shuddering around the cocks pistoning relentlessly in your tight, abused holes.

“That’s it,” Jaehyun coaxes you. “Hold it just a little longer.”

“Three,” Hyuck lands the harshes smack of the night against your ass. “Two-”

“Fuck,” Mark grunts, “One!”

The tension in your stomach snaps as Mark shoots his load down your throat. Your entire body feels practically numb, awash with waves of pleasure that blank out everything else in the entire world.

You hear Jaehyun cuss loudly below you, fingers digging into your hips. Hyuck fills up your ass with his hot cum, groaning as loudly as you’ve ever heard from him while your walls contract with more force than you’ve ever experienced.

You’ve never orgasmed this hard. It’s completely all consuming, wracking you with shivers and something akin to sobs as you pull of Mark’s cock, gasping and burrying yourself against Jaehyun- which is when you realize his cock has slipped out of your core, and he’s jacking himself onto his chest, coating both your skin with white ropes.

“Fuck, barbie, you fucking squirted,” he groans. “Pushed me right out-”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry-” you whimper, tears filling your eyes at how overstimulated you are.

“No, babe, that was hot as fuck,” Jaehyun assures you, finishing and pulling his hand away from his cock, cupping your face to pull your lips to his.

“I wanna see that again,” Hyuck says from behind you, pulling out of your ass only to release a sinful sound at the sight of both of your holes dripping-

“She’s done,” Jaehyun’s voice is as stern as you’ve heard it so far, and he tucks you against his shoulder, stroking your hair.

“She can do one more, I wanna make her squirt-”

“No. She’s fucking crying, Hyuck. Give her some rest.”

“She’s crying?” Mark and Hyuck ask at the same time, but the latter sounds much more happy about it than the former.

“I’ve never cum that hard, or that many times,” you admit weakly.

“Lemme get a towel,” Mark suggests immediately, and you can hear his soft footfalls as he runs across the room.

“You did good, baby,” Hyuck tells you, stroking your back. “Took us all like a fucking champ.”

You can only shiver at his words, your pussy throbbing as an echo of the highs they’ve just provided you.

“Here, can you sit up for us?” Mark asks.

Hands gently help you up, and you look down at Jaehyun’s body, shocked to find his skin glistening with squirt and cum. Jaehyun takes the towel from Mark. He starts by wiping at your face, “clown makeup,” he explains. Then he swipes the cloth along the front of your body, you shiver when he traces over your nipples. He cleans himself last, tossing the ruined fabric to the floor.

“I feel like we all still need a shower,” Jaehyun sighs.

“In the middle of the Halloween party?” Mark’s eyes widen. “The bathrooms are full of people!”

“And barbie probably can’t even walk,” Hyuck points out.

Your legs do feel shaky, even while sitting on top of Jaehyun.

“Mark, can you go grab us a few more towels from your room?” Jaehyun suggests. “Ten probably has makeup removing wipes-”

“We should just move to our room,” Hyuck interrupts.

“Like you said, barbie can’t even walk. We’re staying here.”

“Isn’t your bed ruined with cum?”

“Actually, most of he squirt landed on me,” Jaehyun says, looking at the bed sheets under him. “It’s fine here.”

“You’re being selfish,” Hyuck’s nose scrunches up with distaste. “Mark and I share a room, you’re here with Jungwoo, it’s two against one.”

Except, Mark has already left in search of towels, so at the moment, it’s one versus one. Without the Canadian’s support, Hyuck’s easily beaten by a harsh glare from Jaehyun.

“Well, I guess I’m sleeping here too,” Hyuck sighs.

“No you’re not, the bed hardly fits two.”

“Not my problem.” Hyuck shrugs, walking to Jaehyun’s closet to pull out some clean clothes. “It’s called aftercare Jae, cuddles come with the package.”

Jaehyun only groans helping you move to lay next to him.

Hyuck practically jumps on the foot of the bed, looking up at you with a shit eating pennywise grin that’s completely smudged. “Did you have fun, babe?”

“The most fun,” you smile back, curling close to Jaehyun’s side.

“Best Halloween ever?” he suggests.

“A hundred percent,” you agree.

Your body is sore, and you’re more tired than you’ve been in a long time, but you feel comfortable. You always feel comfortable with these guys. Sure… you’re laying on a towel with cum dripping out of two holes, but… you still feel at peace.

Mark returns quickly, with more cloths and makeup remover. The boys help you out first, with Jaehyun cleaning your face while Hyuck deals with the cum and makeup between your legs. Mark finds you a spare set of sweats and a hoodie from Jaehyun’s closet, and soon you feel more comfortable than ever.

It’s kind of sad watching your friends take off their clown colours, but you’re sure you’ll have the memory of this etched into your brain forever, so that’s something you can lean on at least.

“How are you feeling now?” Mark asks, reaching for your hands to pull you up onto your feet.

Your legs are a little wobbly, but you’re doing okay, and you flash him a smile. “I think I’m alright.”

“Do you wanna run to the bathroom with me? I read somewhere that uti’s happen easier if you don’t uh…” Mark swallows thickly, skin turning a pretty shade of pink that contrasts the blue in his hair, “If you don’t you know, go to the bathroom after.”

He’s adorable, and so caring. When you agree, Hyuck jumps to his feet, and just like that, it becomes a group trip, with even Jaehyun tagging along.

The hallway on this floor is pretty clear, but you run into Jungwoo exiting the bathroom. He stops in his tracks, looking you up and down, then he begins to beam. “Looks like you guys had fun.”

“Stop it,” you push at his shoulder, skin heating with embarrassment. Sure, you’ve told him for a while that you’d love to partake in a clown orgy, but it’s another thing entirely to run into him after getting three holes stuffed by his best friends.

“Are you staying over tonight?” Jungwoo asks.

“Yeah, she’s with us,” Jaehyun responds, hand finding your hip to tug you closer as Hyuck and Mark enter the bathroom to wash the last pit of clownery off their skin.

“As in… she’s staying in our room?” Your best friend’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, sleepover!”

“Hyuck and Mark are joining too,” Jaehyun sighs, tightening his grip on you.

Jungwoo’s smile grows. “Karaoke night!?”

You and Jaehyun exchange a look and he laughs. “I’m not sure any of us have the energy for that, Woo.”

“Right, cuz you all just had hot nasty clown orgy sex. I’m the only one who hasn’t gotten laid so far.”

“You can still change that,” Jaehyun says, giving his roommate some much needed encouragement.

“Nah, it’s sleep over time,” Jungwoo grins.

You love how excited he is to spend time with you and the three men you’ve just fucked. Jungwoo doesn’t have a care in the world- it’s a good sign. Maybe this little clown orgy really didn’t change much in the relationships, or at least, as a group it still feels like things are strong.

You have no idea what tomorrow will bring, but something tells you that everything is going to work out.

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“Why are we doing clown makeup again?” Mark asks, looking at the eye shadow pallet with distaste. “It’s a Valentine’s Day party, not Halloween.”

“Exactly,” Hyuck says, brushing crimson around his eyes. “It’s Valentine’s Day, which means she’s going to be more focused on Jaehyun. We have to do something to even the playing field- besides, it’s not full clown, it’s just… a few red hearts, a bit of makeup- you know how much our baby loves getting messy.”

“I guess you’re right,” Mark sighs. It’s been three and a half months since that first night you all fucked, and since then, they’ve learned a lot about you and your… tastes. You definitely like having your skin painted, in makeup as well as cum.

Hyuck’s gotten particularly good at clown makeup, and tonight, even Mark has to admit his roommate looks good. He’s gone for a lighter cream coloured base, with a red glittery heart around one eye, and his mouth done up in the same glittered scarlet colour- it’s clear to Mark that Hyuck intends on getting you nice and messy tonight.

Mark, on the other hand, isn’t very interested in makeup. Hyuck had insisted they do different colours, and after you’d revealed how much you liked his blue hair at Halloween, he’s since dyed his strands a soft, steely, sky shade.

Instead of going full clown, Mark does a few glittery blue hearts along his cheekbone. He doesn’t mind if Jae gets to be the main attraction in his romanesque cupid outfit, it is his birthday afterall.

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