#hmmm I wonder what finally convinces reader to join buggy's crew...

[deathbyclown]

The Ruined Party Pairing: Buggy/Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 4000

Summary: Buggy throws a party for Crocodile and Mihawk, but things don't go his way. Good thing he has you to cheer him up!

Notes/Tags: Lap dance, dry humping, cumming in pants. This starts from Buggy's POV and switches to Reader's.

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Well. This wasn’t how he wanted the night to go. Buggy had everything perfectly planned out; a party to celebrate his grumpy business partners so they would, maybe, get off his ass about every little thing. He was excited for tonight, he put extra effort into his apperance. He donned his flashiest suit, glittering and soft to the touch, did his makeup with matching colors and shimmering powder, pulled his soft hair into a high ponytail, and finished it with a pair of lens-less sunglasses shaped as stars, which glowed in the dark. All of that work, and for what? A ruined party!  

He crossed his arms and sat slumped in a gaudy cushioned throne, large enough to seat a behemoth like Crocodile. Colorful streamers and confetti hung from furniture and covered the floor. Buggy stewed in his disappointment at his failed party, not sure where everything went wrong. 

See, this was his very generous and thoughtful gesture to build a bridge between himself and his intimidating business partners. He wanted to show them goodwill, to show that they could be friendly with one another as fellow cross guild members! So, he threw an amazing party!! It was the perfect night of debauchery for any pirate: Drinks and food and drugs and tits and ass!! What more could a pirate need!? And he was thoughtful enough to keep it an intimate affair, knowing that Mihawk and Crocodile are private guys. 

 At first, everything was going well: Crocodile and Mihawk ate and drank the food and beverage he had specifically picked out, knowing their tastes. They relaxed in the ornate chairs Buggy had custom made , and chatted amongst themselves. What better time to release his Showstoppers? He called out the dancers, all beautiful and dressed in tight revealing clothes. They were the highlight of the evening, the ace in his pocket, and although Crocodile and Mihawk didn’t give him the eye-bulging, jaw dropping, reactions he wanted, they didn’t seem upset, watching with varying degrees of interest. 

And Buggy was trying to be a good guy!! Maybe he was being a little presumptuous. Maybe it was too forward. But the dancers he hired were all sex workers. And he may have... encouraged them to give extra special attention to Crocodile and Mihawk. Did he tell the dancers that if they took one of the men home, he would pay extra? Maybe! Yes. In his defense, he was just trying to help his new best friends relieve some stress!! These guys had the biggest sticks up their asses!! Maybe getting their dicks wet would make them less irritable.

Here he had people of different genders, of all shapes and sizes; There had to be someone that piqued their interest! And Buggy…observed, watching as their eyes wandered to the half-naked forms dancing in front of them. He chatted with Crocodile and Mihawk every so often, gauging their reactions when different people took the stage. When he felt he had a good grasp on their preferences, he excused himself, hurrying behind stage to send out the people he thought Crocodile and Mihawk liked best, insisting that they should get a little more physical, to really turn on the seduction! 

And still the men seemed to be enjoying themselves, politely accepting the advances of these beautiful dancers. Buggy couldn’t help but be pleased, watching their smiles and dicks grow, seeing their eyes darken, their hands move to return light touches. Everything was going according to plan. 

A handsome man, only slightly shorter than Crocodile himself, whispered something into the sandman’s ear as he grinded in his lap, his hands playing teasingly across his broad thick chest. Crocodile had a playful smile on his lips, his hand holding onto the man’s hip as he let him tug and undo his ascot. The man smirked as he whispered into his ear and Crocodile’s face fell.

That was the moment that ruined Buggy’s successful party.

The sandman stood abruptly, the dancer sliding down onto the floor in shock.  He whipped his head around exactly to where Buggy stood. His face was dangerous, eyes menacing, glaring daggers at him. Buggy knew that look and he knew that whatever happened next wouldn’t bode well for him. He attempted to make a swift exit, scrambling to the door, but Crocodile grabbed Buggy by the scruff of his shirt and pulled him up to eye level, choking the clown until he split apart. 

He chewed out Buggy in front of everyone, smacking him around, telling him that he was wasting money, that he would sell Buggy into slavery if he did anything like this again. And then he told everyone the party was over and stormed out of the room. Buggy was lucky he didn’t get a proper beating but he was mortified. Crocodile had never reprimanded him in front of his subordinates before. Everyone in the room stared at him, whispering behind their hands like he was the one who ruined the party! The handsome man who ratted him out, trailed behind Crocodile, giving Buggy an apologetic shrug. That troublemaker will not be getting his bonus!! 

The clown stood there fuming but feeling lost, the momentum of the party coming to a screeching halt. Mihawk followed Crocodile, a beautiful person on each arm, and one trailing behind him. The swordsman absolutely ignored everyone else, chatting comfortably with his entourage. Most of the other dancers mulled around for a moment, looking over at him for guidance. He couldn’t stand their pitying looks, so he ignored them, grabbed a bottle of wine and slumped into the throne that Crocodile just left. 

You stood there with the other dancers, feeling lost. Buggy already fully paid each of you to work the whole night. Before the party even started he promised a huge bonus to anyone who managed to sleep with Crocodile or Mihawk. You did your best to work your magic on the two stone-faced men but neither of them paid much attention to you. Normally something like that wouldn’t bother you, but you were really hoping for that bonus! Buggy hadn’t been able to pay any of the sex workers consistently or send you out for jobs since the formation of Cross Guild. Ever since the Buggy-business model restructured, you were feeling a bit rudder-less, taking odd jobs while you weighed joining his pirate crew. Everyone was hurting for cash, so you weren’t the only one eager for this perfect opportunity. 

But Crocodile’s clear negative reaction to Buggy’s surprise didn’t bode well for future events like this. Crocodile was so harsh on him. Couldn’t he see Buggy was trying to do something nice? It didn’t sit right with you. The party was fun, until it wasn’t, and none of that was Buggy’s fault, but here he was beating himself up. He didn’t deserve to suffer, at least not alone. You had to help your boss feel better. With a determined breath, you grabbed a bottle of wine for yourself and walked over to Buggy who continued to pout, his chin pressed to his chest with how far he was slumped in his seat. 

“Chairman.” You greeted. He didn’t even look up. Fine. You’d force him to pay attention. You sat down on his lap and he grunted in surprise, but he didn’t push you off. He continued to ignore you.

“Buggyyyy~” You walked your fingers up his arm trying to get his attention. He sighed and rolled his head, his lips twitching, like he was trying to fight a smile. Now you were getting somewhere. A silly guy like him would love some silly distractions. Your fingers continued their journey over his shoulder and up his neck until you stuck your finger in his ear. 

“Hey!” He swatted your hand away with a glare that lacked malice. “Who said you could flashily bother me!” Buggy snapped, clearly annoyed, but now he was sitting up, engaged. 

“Sorry, Chairman.” You said with an unapologetic grin, batting your eyelashes. Buggy might be giving you a challenge, but you were ready to meet it.

“Can’t you see I’m busy! You’re free to do what you want!” He shooed you and then addressed the room “that goes for all of you!! Do whatever you like, the party’s over!!” Buggy sighed dramatically and dropped his cheek onto his propped fist. 

The remaining people shuffled out of the room, taking the rest of the alcohol and food with them. But you remained, still occupying Buggy’s lap. 

“Didn’t you hear me? This party was an abject failure! You’ve already been paid, you don’t have to stick around.” He refused to meet your eye, clearly wanting to stew in his bad mood. 

“You said to do what I want. And what I want is to spend some time with my favorite Chairman.” You leaned into him, tapping your fingers against his chest. 

He clicked his tongue then huffed. “Whatever.” He tried to sound bored but glanced over at you while he opened his wine. He took a swig and you mimicked him, opening your bottle of wine and taking a sip. It was fancy stuff, a dark red, probably matched to Mihawk’s tastes. 

He stared into the empty room, his jaw working like he was having an internal argument. His mood was dipping lower and lower the longer you two sat sipping your wine. His negative thoughts were so obvious you could practically see them as a dark cloud swirling above him. He started sinking back down into chair and that just wouldn’t do. 

“C’mon Captain, let’s have some fun, the party doesn’t have to end like this.” You nudged him lightly and he sighed obnoxiously loud. You puffed out your cheeks, determined to cheer him up. You looked around the space. Not much left to work with, just a few bottle of alcohol and the two of you. “Why don’t we play a drinking game?” You leaned in and gently pulled the star glasses from his face to place them on your own. He scowled at you, but you could see his eyes light up at the mention of a game. 

“If I win then I get to raid your closet. If you win…” You tapped your finger to your chin, your eyes wandering around the room, searching for inspiration, “hmm, what would you like?” Your gaze returned to him when you realized that you had no idea what you could offer him, needing him to fill in the blank. 

“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you take any of my clothes!” Buggy made an X with his floating arms, his hand drifting down to flick your forehead. 

“Ow.” You rubbed the sore spot. Buggy may not be the strongest pirate in the world, but just a flick from him was enough to hurt. You pursed your lips and leaned in close, undeterred. You’d cheer him up whether he wanted it or not! “Alright, have a different prize in mind for when I win?”  

His eyes flashed and his lips curled into a mischievous smile, like he was about to say something wicked. His gloved hand skimmed your bare arm, he opened his mouth to speak, but then thought better of it, shaking his head. 

“Fine. One article of clothing, IF you win!” Buggy challenged and then quickly added, “and it can’t be from my emperor closet!” 

You rolled your eyes but acquiesced to his rules. “And if you win?” You prompted again, still curious about what he might want from you. 

He paused, like the words were on the tip of his tongue but he was afraid to say them. You nodded your head in encouragement, wanting him to tell you what he wanted from you. “I want a private show.” He breathed out in an eager whisper before he gained more confidence, his voice increasing in volume. “Those ungrateful bastards got all the attention tonight, so I want you to give me a special performance.” His hand brushed over your shoulder, the fabric of his glove glanced over your exposed neck and heat rushed to the spot. You were shocked to say the least, but not opposed to the idea. You’d never seen Buggy flirt like this before. Sure he was friendly and funny and sweet, but this felt like another side of him that he rarely showed. A side that craved, that hungered, that lusted. Arousal curled in your belly at the thought.

“If you win.” You clarified, challenging him, redirecting your sudden lust. 

“When I win.” He was clearly cocky, grinning widely, and you had to glance away for just a moment. Sometimes he glittered so brightly it felt like too much, like you shouldn’t be staring. You held out your hand and he took it, his grip warm and firm, his glove soft from years of daily use. 

“I agree to your terms.” You both shook on it and Buggy gave you another smile, one that you couldn’t look away from, one that filled your stomach with butterflies. 

… 

The two of you decided on a game of chance, agreeing that anything else seemed unfair, likely to weigh in favor of one over the other. Buggy pulled out a deck of cards and both of you moved to the couch with the coffee table in front, porting your bottles of wine along with you. 

The rules were simple: You’d split the deck. Each person would flip their top card down at the same time and the highest card would win. Loser had to take a sip and the winner received the cards to add to their half of the deck. The game would end when someone ran out of cards.  

Things weren’t looking good for you. Buggy’s card pile was growing ever larger, and you were beginning to feel tipsy. He sat there smirking the whole time, practically gloating about his good fortune. He was such a poor winner, but you couldn’t stay mad at him. You were having too much fun, chatting and laughing until you snorted. He teased you mercilessly, until he laughed hard enough to snort too. 

Despite the trajectory of your clear loss, it felt light, easy, the back and forth between both of you. He was a great storyteller, and it was quite lucky that you were a good listener. And although Buggy wasn’t a great listener himself, he was a great responder. He loved adding little quips to whatever story you were telling, making you both break out in laughter.  

You were almost sad to hand your final card to Buggy, not wanting the fun to end. You took your last sip, polishing off your bottle of wine. Buggy joined you in your sip, grinning widely as he set down his bottle, spreading out in his seat. 

“Well, well, well. Looks like I’m the winner.” He wiggled his brows, his pink tongue darting out to catch the last remnants of wine on his lips. 

“Yeah, yeah.” You tried to wave him off, pretending to be put out, but really, you were looking forward to lingering with him just a little longer. And on top of that you’d be able to touch him, have him touch you. 

He watched as you stood and got ready to give him his ‘special performance.’ You weren’t entirely sure what that entailed, but you’d pull out all the stops until he told you ‘enough.’ You’d give him the show he asked for, one better than ones you tried to give Crocodile and Mihawk. You went backstage and turned the lights down low once more, starting up the music. You came out from behind the curtains, moving along your choreographed path until you reached the end of the stage. This is where you diverged from your usual dance. You sat down along the edge, sliding down until your feet touched the floor, continuing down even further, until you were on your hands and knees. You swayed as you crawled toward Buggy, moving with a feline grace until you reached his legs. He leaned forward to watch you, intrigued, his eyes dark and hungry. Slowly you stood, hands purposefully sliding over his shins, over his knees, up along his thighs, stopping just before the slight bulge in his pants. You swayed your hips as stood before him, his eyes never leaving you, his lips parted. Maybe it wasn’t professional, wanting to touch him, but this was a special circumstance and besides, you were tipsy enough to ignore your rules. You reached out and ran your fingers along his sharp jaw, the bristles form his unshaven face tickling your fingertips. You tilted his face up and smiled down at him, giving him a wink. Then you began your dance. You twisted and bent yourself at flattering angles, keeping everything soft and slow, so he could catch everything. Your hands almost never left him, dragging your fingertips over his chest, sliding your palms over his shoulders, scratching your nails along the back of his neck. All while you gyrated before him, your movements an echo of sex, of passion and lust.

Despite the low lights you could see the effect you had on him; his eyes were dark, his cheeks and neck reddened, the bulge in his pants grew more obvious. You turned and bent forward, touching your toes, your legs spread, and you could hear him loudly suck in a breath. You were starting to feel excited too, hearing his pleasure, his interest, seeing it for yourself. You never really thought about the kind of effect you might have on the Chairman. He never seemed interested in the sex workers employed under him, at least, not in a physical way. It tended to be strictly business. But tonight he was obviously enjoying himself. Seems like you weren’t the only one breaking their own rules.

You kept your back to him and sat on his lap, his erection even more obvious against your bare thighs. He let out a little hiss, hands going automatically to your hips, holding you in place. You grinded in his lap, not so much dancing as you were stoking his arousal, stoking yours too. He cursed under his breath, hips twitching, as if he wanted to do more than just sit there and take it. But he let you lead, let you perform for him, despite his clear desire thrust up, to take control. He was being so good for you, so sweet. He deserved a reward.

You stood from his lap and he seemed reluctant to let you go, his hands clung onto you before dropping heavily onto the couch. You turned and faced him, crouching down between his spread thighs, smiling up at him. You wanted to nuzzle your face into his obvious erection but you weren’t down here to do that… the temptation was great though.

He licked his lips at your teasing proximity, chin pressed to his heaving chest as he watched you intently. You undid the strings to your halter top, letting the thin fabric fall away, and stood, moving onto the couch with Buggy, kneeling to straddle his hips. His jaw hung open, eyes flicking nervously between yours and your bare breasts, that we’re now directly in his face. He was clearly trying to be a gentleman, unsure if he should be looking or not, but he wasn’t doing a very good job of resisting temptation. You tried not to laugh, and turned your humor into a sultry smile instead. 

Wordlessly you grabbed his hands and pulled them up along  your sides, up to your bare chest, holding them there. He got the message. He had permission now and he squeezed both breasts, pulling a gasp from you. His cock twitched under your ass, his breathing shallow as he fondled you. You rolled your hips, grinding down on his cock, loving the feel of him playing with you. Gloved fingers brushed over your nipples, flicking them, pulling at them as they hardened. You moaned for him, it slipped out naturally, his teasing equal parts pleasurable and frustrating. His touch had you gushing, your pussy beginning to ache with need. You leaned back with your hands holding onto his knees, pushing out your chest, encouraging him. 

“Fuck.” He breathed out loud enough for you to hear, hands going to your hips to pull you flush to his solid cock. The length of him pushed against the slit of your pussy, your swollen clit rubbed pleasurably against him, sending sparks along your skin. You chased the feeling, humping his thick cock. 

“Yes.” You panted, biting your lips, your hips moving faster, needing to cum, trying to chase after your pleasure despite the layers of fabric between you. The inside of your underwear was so slick, making the glide over him that much easier. 

Buggy dipped his head, mouthing at your breast until his lips found your nipple. Molten heat surged straight down as he sucked, tongue flicking over the hardened nub. 

“Buggy.” You whined, hips rocking roughly against him, wanting more, wanting to cum. 

Buggy groaned wetly, wrapping his arms around your waist as he thrust upward, holding you to him as he mouthed at your chest. He had you writhing in his lap, chasing the friction you gave him as he played with your breasts, his teeth grazing over your sensitive nipples. You gripped his shoulders, your hips thrusting wildly, both of you pulling pleasure from one another.  

Your breath caught in your throat as he sucked sharply, your nipples aching from Buggy’s rough treatment, but you didn’t push him away. You let out a long whine, nails digging into his shoulders as you came, your cunt fluttering around nothing, gushing as your clit throbbed. Buggy pressed his forehead to your chest, moaning, hugging you close as he humped you, the barriers not enough to hide his orgasm. His cock twitched and he let out a loud groan, riding out his pleasure before he slumped backward, taking you along with him. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Buggy sighed, dragging lazy kisses over your chest. “Those two have to be gay as shit not to have taken you home tonight.” 

You paused, your eyes meeting as he glanced up at you... then you broke out into laughter and he grinned widely, holding you tight to him as he littered your chest with more red kisses. 

You returned the hug, sighing as you held each other. You didn't want this moment to end, not when he was holding you so tenderly. You could stay like this for hours, held close, breathing in his skin. 

“Do I get a bonus for tonight, Chairman?” You teased, pushing the stray hairs out of his face. His cheeks were a pretty shade of pink, his wet mouth open, tongue flicking out as a precursor to his words. 

“I can’t pay you.” He paused and you started to tell him it was no trouble, but he kept going, “But I think I can give you a little something else.” His lips turned up, mischievous and you raised your brow at him. Suddenly you were slung over his shoulder, being whisked away, out of the empty party room. 

“Buggy! Where are you taking me?” You exclaimed breathlessly, clutching onto the back of his jacket.  

“My place! I wanna return the favor and give you a show! That way you’ll see what I can really do.” He chuckled lowly, smacking your ass. 

You let out a yelp, but relaxed into his secure hold. “I can walk, y’know.” 

“Too late, I’m already carrying you!” He quipped back, hurrying through the half-lit, darkened town. People outside gave you strange looks, and you kept yourself pressed to Buggy’s back to limit the exposure of your bare breasts, but you were pretty sure he was moving fast enough that people probably only saw a half-naked blur and a red and blue blob zooming past. (You were also hoping that they were drunk enough not to remember).

Whatever he had planned, whatever he wanted to show you, you didn’t think you’d mind, not when you got to spend more time with Captain Buggy.