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You were too fucking horny to deal with Buggy at the moment. Too horny to watch him as he shouted angrily up at Zoro who had just commented on the clown's lack of a body. 

His green-blue eyes snapped to you in his anger. His red-smudged lips moved as he spoke--lips you wished to claim against yours again. Ones that had been kissing you drunk almost every night since that first initiating conversation. Lips that had been whispering all the naughty things he was going to do to you once he got his body back and driving you insanely needy.

Lips you couldn’t help but imagine sucking on your clit. You couldn’t help but imagine holding onto that blue hair, banana thrown half haphazardly to the ground as he did. Imagine his tongue--

“Y/N?” Zoro’s deep voice said, snapping you out of horny thoughts. You blinked at the swordsman, trying to quickly cool yourself down. Kept your eyes glued onto him so that you wouldn’t look Buggy’s way and get all flustered again. Zoro was watching you over with something like concern in his typically bored eyes. Eyes that scanned you from head to toe. “Are you alright?” 

“Huh?” You said, feeling that tingling need begin to build in you again. “Yes. Yep. Perfect. Just--sunbathing.” You said gesturing to the sun that had moved westward, slowly beginning its descent to allow night in.

“Uh-huh. Only asking cause I was talking to you and you were--kinda just staring. Hell, even the clown tried to get your attention.” 

“She was probably just thinking about--” Buggy hardly could even form a sentence before Zoro was whacking him over the head with the rag he had been using to polish the sword that had survived the famous Mihawk's attack. “OW! Watch it, fuck face!” You kept your eyes glued to Zoro, never glancing the clown's way. Not even peeking for a second--you refused to do so. Couldn’t do so if you wanted to keep focused. 

“Sorry. I was just--” Your eyes moved as if they had a mind of their own, finding Buggy watching you with a smirk on his lips. A smirk that was almost too knowing--like he knew what you had been thinking about. You’re body heated thinking about all the things you wanted him to do to you. 

You quickly snatched your eyes away from the clown again, shoving everything and any thought of him away. “What did you say?” You asked.

“I asked if you were okay to take over watching him?” You blinked once, twice--

“Is it my turn?” Zoro nodded. 

“Yes, and I would like to be away from him now,” Zoro said as he stood. Oh shit--you didn’t think you could just…be alone with the clown at the moment. Not when you were as flustered as you were. A flusteredness you couldn’t seem to keep away. 

“Are you sure it’s my turn? We all agreed it was Usopp’s turn to have him next.” Zoro shook his head as he resheathed his white-hilted sword.

“That was in the morning. Then it was Nami’s turn, then Luffy’s, then mine, and now it’s yours.” He said, moving towards the door that would lead to the inner workings of the Merry. “You take him at night so you get him last. We can start to switch nights again if you’re getting sick of being around that red-nosed bastard.” 

“HEY! Enough of the nose talk! It’s, quite frankly, overdone.” Buggy hissed, making your lower stomach clench. Fuck, it was hot when he was all pissy and gruff and overall dangerous--

“Y/N?” Zoro asked again, making you blink rapidly. “I lost you again--are you sure you're okay?” He asked, coming to a stop before the lawn chair you were sprawled over. You nodded, pulling yourself to your elbows so that you were sitting up. 

“I’m okay. Just hot.” You said simply, but he continued to watch you with his bored gaze that held more concern in them than they typically did. A concern you needed none of in that moment. Not over the reason why you were spacing out.

“Then you should go inside. Can’t risk you getting heat stroke.” He said, turning back away from you. “And if you need to go back to switching nights--”

“I’ll let you know.” You huffed, flopping back down as Zoro made his way inside. Once the door shut, Buggy gave a dramatic groan. 

“Gods, is that guy fucking in love with you or something?” He snapped. 

“He’s not in love with me, you idiot. He’s a good friend.” Buggy gave a sharp laugh.

“If he’s just a good friend, then I’m your fuck buddy--oh wait--” You shot the clown a daggered glare that had that funky little laugh you enjoyed too much spilling from his lips. “That dumb-dazed kid couldn’t keep his eyes off you--though I can’t blame him when you're wearing such a skimpy little thing like that. Fuck, songbird, if I had my hands I’d rip that off of you right here and now.” 

Too hot. It was all too hot out here. The slow, slow sinking sun doing nothing to help your horny and hot nature. 

You had worn the smallest swim set you owned to mess with Buggy. To tease him and tempt him enough to get those lips back on yours. What you hadn’t taken into account was how hot and bothered you might get while that fucking clown was looking over your body like it was some goddamn map to the One Piece itself. 

“Would you shut up?” You hissed, throwing yourself from your seat and all but marching over to him. That mischievous smirk remained on his lips regardless of the pissed-off mask you were throwing his way. Seemed to grow that much more, like he wanted to get you mad.

“Look at those things bounce.” He said gruffly, green-blue eyes hardly leaving the sight of your breasts. “Maybe tonight, songbird, you’ll let me suck--hey!” He shouted as you grabbed him up in a manner that was hardly gentle. “What are you--wait, wait, wait! Not the bag!” He begged as you swiped the bag up from the ground. “What’d I do, songbird? Talk to me! Communication is ke--” His voice became muffled as you shoved his struggling head back into the dirty bag. 

You felt bad, but you needed him to shut up, just for a moment. Just so you could cool down and regain your demeanor. 

But you were a fool to think that just because he was in his sandy bag that would mean his string of words would stop. 

“Is it because I said your tits were bouncy? Because I’m sorry…and you know I can’t help it. You’re too gods damn hot.” His said, voice muffled, as you swung the strap of the satchel bag over your shoulder. His head came to rest at your hip, doing the exact opposite of cooling you down. 

“Or is it because I said Mr. Overachiving Show-off is in love with you? Cause, sweet stuff, he is--or he just wants to fuck you. Ha--maybe I’d get along with that shithead after all.” You gave a roll of your eyes as you pushed through the door into the inner workings of the Merry. 

Walking through the kitchen, Sanji perked up at your sudden presence, pausing in his preparation of dinner to smile your way. “Good afternoon to the stunningly gorgeous madam. Would you like a glass of water to help cool you down from sitting out in that blistering sun all day?” 

“I’m thinking a glass of wine--a beer.” You gruffed, throwing open the fridge to look through all the assorted alcohols Zoro had stocked in it. 

“Clown giving you grief?” The chef asked, resuming his chopping. 

“I’m the best stress relief she--” You threw a hand over the clown's mouth as you grabbed a beer. 

“Think Zoro will mind?” You asked, showing the beer Sanji’s way. 

“Old mosshead’s going to be upset over something regardless of a missing beer.” He said, a bit of a bite to his words when talking of the swordsmen. You gave a nod, closing the fridge door with your hip so that you could keep Buggy’s mouth covered. Sanji marked the movement. “But one can hardly be mad at such a lovely lady such as yourself.” 

“Would I be lovely enough for you to crack this open for me?” You asked, batting your eyes dramatically up at the tall chef who was quickly doing as you wished, looking like some love-sick puppy. 

You had learned long ago Sanji was just a big flirt who had a great appreciation for the female physique and it really meant nothing, so you had taken up--for lack of a better phrasing--using him and his love for women to your advantage. 

Something was on the top shelf you didn’t feel like dragging a chair over to reach it? Ask Sanji. Too lazy to open a beer? Ask Sanji. 

“Anything for the madam.” He said with his charmingly bright smile before handing the opened beer back. 

“Thank you very much kind sir.” You said, taking a long sip as you turned on your heel and headed for your room. You only removed your hand from Buggy’s mouth once you had made it to the near completely secluded hallway your room was located on and you had all but finished your beer. 

“You’re going to get pissed at my compliments but flirt right back with that pretty boy’s?” 

“The key difference is his are compliments. Yours are horny and objectifying.” Buggy gave a puff of air like he found this whole conversation stupid.

“That’s not what you’ve been saying late at night.” He said in that gruff way he did and you were horny all over again. 

“You’ve just earned more bag time.” Buggy gave a dramatic, exasperated sound as you pushed through your bedroom door and discarded Buggy’s head on the small crate you had kept him on before he started sharing your hammock at nights. 

“Songbird--come on.” You finished off your beer and added it to the small pile of empty beer glasses in the corner you had been meaning to throw out. You looked over the bag which wiggled a little as Buggy tried to find an exist. You watched him in absolute agony at your neediness. At the burning of your body and the throbbing of your pussy. A need that almost had you physically shaking.

When was the last time you had fuck someone? A long, long time ago. Well before you had been captured. And there hadn’t been time since Luffy freed you to do such an act--no one you particularly wanted to do it with here on this ship and in any bars you visited. Hell, you’d hardly even masturbated during the time you’d been on this ship. 

Maybe that's just what you needed. Maybe this whole fantasy of fucking Buggy and wanting him to do naughty, naughty things to you was just you being sexually frustrated. Maybe you just needed to get yourself off and get rid of this needy build-up. 

“I’m sorry.” Buggy tried as you locked your door and, silently, pulled your small bottoms off. “Songbird?” Fuck. That fucking nickname was so annoyingly nice to hear ring through your ears. 

You climbed into your hammock and settled in before you moved your hand between your legs--moved your fingers through your dripping fold until you found your clit. You had to all but slap a hand over your mouth to keep from breathing too loud as you began to rub it in just the right way because holy shit you had needed this. Needed to get rid of all that bent-up energy bouncing around in your body that had no source of escape except through this.

The thought of Buggy’s lips on yours crossed your mind. Crossed it and stayed. Thought of him biting your neck hard enough to leave it littered in hicks. 

You thought of his body, which you had drank in way too much during the fight in his circus tent. Fuck--you had wanted to jump him then and there regardless of him being your crew's enemy. You’d wanted to pin him to the ground and ride him until you were satisfied and he was growling your name.

It wasn’t like you could help it, not when he’s arms were strong and his features so ruggedly handsome. Not when the idea of him thrusting hard into you while having that tight, gloved grip of his wrapped around your throat drove you crazy.

“Y/N?” Fuck. You think you liked your name on his lips more than that stupid little nickname. 

“S-say my name again.” You found you couldn’t help yourself. Couldn’t stop your breathy, lust-fogged voice from speaking out. 

 “What? Why do--holy fuck! Are you touching yourself?” You bit your hand hard. Of course, you had given yourself away. “Wait, wait! Get me out of this gods damned bag!” He shouted, rustling around so much he ended up throwing himself off the crate and onto the floor with a bang. “Fuck--” He cursed but continued to wiggle around to get out. “Y/N--” He demanded and you gave a little gruff moan as you reached down and grabbed him up. “Quickly! Get me out!” 

“You--you jackass.” You huffed, having to pull from hand from your clit to grab him out of his bag. He looked just as needy as you, but that smirk of his had found its way to his lips. You shot in a daggered glare as best you could. “I can’t even get myself off without you butting in--fucking asshole.” You bit, throwing his bag back to the ground. 

“You’re touching yourself thinking about this asshole, songbird.” He bit back in a way that had you biting your lip, your pussy all but crying out for you to keep touching it. You nodded with a moany hum, reaching back down to answer that cry. 

“I-I wore this just for you, you know.” 

“Fuck--” He said, green-blue eyes scanning over your body and staying glued on your spread legs--on how you were messaging that small bundle of nerves to bring yourself closer to that rushing pleasure you so desperately needed. “I loved it, songbird. You looked so gods damned sexy sprawled out of that fucking chair like that. Was killing me not being able to touch you.” 

You moaned in his ear, biting at that double-pierced earlobe and kissing at his jaw so you could be close to him. So you could feel his skin against yours in some fashion. 

“C-Couldn’t even think straight be-because all I could think about was your st-stupid fucking voice and ho-how much I want you to fuck me.” Buggy gave a little curse. “I-I need you to fuck me, Buggy.” 

“Let me eat you out, songbird.” He said near feverishly. “Fuck, let me make you come. Please, baby.” He all but begged you.

“Yes, yes, yes! Please.” You begged right back, pulling your hand away to replace it with Buggy’s head. 

“Songbird--gods, you’re so sexy. So fucking sexy. Drive me crazy--” He breathed before running his tongue through your folds--drinking you up in a manner that had you slapping your hand back over your mouth so your moans would stray within the confines of your room. 

You only ever removed it to tell Buggy exactly where your clit was, only to slap it right back over your lips when he found and focused all his attention on it. On rubbing it with the back of his tongue, circling it, and sucking on it to the point you were beginning to unravel. 

Without much thought you brushed his bandna off his head and ran your free fingers through his longish blue hair, pulling him closer to help him apply more pressure. To help you have some sort of anchor as he was slowly and teasingly bringing you closer and closer to your end. He moaned against his your pussy at the tugging of his hair and you moaned right back, loving the vibrating sensation it caused. 

You tried to keep your hips from moving--tried to keep from squeezing your thighs together around his head, but it was the hardest struggle you had faced in a long while. One you almost nearly lost had Buggy not pulled away in a frustrating manner that had you whimpering out his name to return his focus on you needy body. 

“You better keep perfectly still, songbird.” He murmured in that dangerous tone you could not get enough of. Wanted to hear more of whispered in your ear. 

He had just locked his lips around your pussy again, had just brought you right back to the edge when there was a knock on your door. You clench your teeth together and tried to pull Buggy away, but he dove his tongue deep into your pussy, finding that spongy spot up in you that had your body tensing up in such pleasure you thought you might cry out. 

“Y/N?” It was Zoro’s deep voice that called from the other side of the door. “Dinners done.” Gods damned dinner. He was interrupting your alone time to tell you dinner was done. Fuck--

You swallowed a moan and steaded your voice before speaking.

“Okay. I’ll--” A little shuddery noise warped your voice when Buggy found your clit again. Found and it and all but torutued you with his tongue. Had you having to take a deep, deep breath in before you could even think to speak again. And the worst part is you knew he was doing it just because it was Zoro at the door. Because some part of him would love to get caught with his tongue buried in you. 

“Are you okay?” Fucking hell--

“Yes!” You all but shouted stupidly. “Yes. I’m just not feeling great--” You paused to take a steadying break. Buggy chuckled against you, sending those little pleasant vibration through your body once more. “I’ll be up in a moment!” There was silence for a second…then two--

“Okay. I’ll let the others know.” 

“O-okay!” You said, voice wavering more than you wished. A second went by…then another--you heard his footsteps walk back down the hall and you were able to relax and refocused your thoughts back on the pleasure Buggy was dealing you. Pleasure that was building and building and building up inside you--

“I’m--I’m gonna come--oh fuck, Buggy! Please, please, please--” You said on a breathy moan that you tried to keep down. 

Buggy kept his attention on your clit. Kept his tongue’s swirling movements so consistent and steady and oh so good and--your body teased up all over again and your release was flooding through you like a tsunami. 

Your body collapsed on your hammock as your chest heaved up and down, struggling to catch your breath. 

“Songbird--you taste so fucking good,” Buggy whispered lowly as he gave your pussy another lick, as if he really believed it tasted that good. It make your body twitching at the oversensitivity of it all.  

“Oh fuck…” You whined, grabbing Buggy’s face back up to claim those red-smeared lips of his. To kiss him sloppy and slow and deep. A kiss that you could taste yourself on in a way that had your head spinning. “So fucking good.” You breathed as you pulled away, placing Buggy’s head on your chest. You two lay there for a moment, you running your fingers through that blue hair of his. 

“I just ate so I’m not in that big of a rush to get to dinner.” 

“You’re such an asshole.”

Gods you hated these pirate fishmen. Hated that nothing seemed to be able to penetrate their stupidly strong skin and hated that they were getting the best of you. And you absolutely hated that they had tried to drown you in their stupid pool, making your hair a sopping wet mess and the make-up you had spent nearly hours applying run. 

You’d ended up getting away thanks to the soft gills the fishmen drowning you had on his neck. Gills that were the perfect size to shove your dagger into and cut into the sensitive flesh there. 

“What the hell are you doing? Trying to kill me!” Buggy’s muffled voice shouted from within the satchel bag strapped around your shoulder as you pulled yourself from the pool.

“Fuck you! I almost drowned!” You shouted back. “And now my make-up is ruined!” You said on a little whimper before scanning the area for any immediate threats. There were none.

“Oh boo-hoo! Mine is too! And you have this special ability where you can USE YOUR HANDS to help you not DROWN!” You gave a dramatic huff as you pulled yourself to your feet, wiping your fingers under your eyes to try and get rid of the mascara that you knew was streaming down your face. “Get me back to my body! We’re close. I can feel my toes.” 

You had spotted Buggy’s body upon entering Arlong Park. Had purposely been avoiding going near it for this exact reason. To avoid Buggy’s escape. 

“No.” Buggy gave a dramatically frustrated sound as you made your way over to Zoro and Sanji, who had just gotten done killing off a couple more of the enemy. 

“I saw you get pulled into the water. Are you alright?” Zoro asked as you came up to the two men. 

“Yes--” You started but Buggy cut you off. 

“Oh, I’m so sad! I got a little wet and now I’m not camera ready. Oh boo-hoo-hoo. I’m going to go cry about it to my fucking whipped-to-hell boyfriend.” Buggy said, his voice just the tiniest bit higher as to try and mock you. Zoro blinked unamused down at the satchel bag while Sanji narrowed his eyebrows in a pissed-off manner, looking almost personally pissed off at Buggy’s comment. 

“How dare you--” Sanji started as if he was going to defend your honor, something you didn’t need him to do whatsoever. You shook your head, placing a hand on his shoulder to pull his attention away from the bag.

“It’s fine. He’s just throwing a temper tantrum because he wants his body back.” You huffed, taking your hand back and running it through your hair to keep it out of your face. “What’s the verdict on that?” Sanji looked back to Zoro who was already looking to him, a shrug on his shoulders.

“Songbird. Pretty boy. Shithead.” You rolled your eyes at Buggy’s continued talking. “Trust me. I can help you guys win this thing.” 

“No one here trusts you,” Zoro deadpanned.

“Songbird sure does. Just the other night, she was--” You grabbed hold of his nose and mouth through the bag and pressed hard and blocking his airways with a hiss before he could continue. 

“Was that you begging for my forgiveness? Again? Because if that’s not the case I think you could use another dip to wash off the rest of your tacky face paint.” You let go and heard him take a deep inhale of breath. 

“Fuck, songbird. That was hot.” You huffed, rubbing your right eye. “So? Can I get my body back?” No. You wanted to say no. Because despite him being a humongous pain in the ass, you enjoyed his teasing. Enjoyed the late-night dinner talks. Enjoyed the late-night make-out sessions. Enjoyed him between your legs eating you out like it was his last meal on this earth even better.

And maybe this was all because you were horny as hell, but you couldn’t help not wanting to let your fuck buddy go just yet. Not when you wanted to keep talking to him, to keep teasing him, and having--fun. To keep what you had going--whatever the hell that was. 

“I think you owe the lady an apology first,” Sanji said, making the clown groan. 

“Fine. I’m sorry.” You huffed out your nose before opening the bag, red and white strips flashing up at you as he wiggled around trying to get out.

“I swear, clown. If you screw us over…” Zoro started as you gently scooped Buggy’s head out. 

He was. You knew he was. He was going to get his body back and leave and you couldn’t help but feel a bit…disappointed. 

You frowned deeply at Buggy as you met his green-blue eyes. He gave you a little clicking wink before his head went flying out of your hands and re-attached itself back onto his neck. You kept that frown as you watched him hop down and hug himself with a bellowing laugh, reveling in the feeling of having control over his body again. 

You were happy for him…no more dirty satchel bag, no more getting left in random places, no more body getting used as a punching bag…no more shared hammocks. 

Green-blue eyes locked onto yours, that smile of his flattering the slightest bit you might not have caught had you not been watching his face and taking in every little detail you could. If you hadn’t already memorized that face from days and nights spent with him by your side like you were some utter fool.

“Songbird--why such the long face, huh?” He said, hopping out of the wooden carnival game-like structure. 

“It’s because of my make-up.” You sarcastically. Buggy gave a little laugh, making his way closer--almost prowling over to you like some flamboyant jungle cat. A prowl that made your body burn alive. Burning in a need to have him. “You going to help us?” You asked, knowing of what was to come clear in your voice. Knowing of the answer, which was a sharp no. 

Buggy came to a stop before you, his eyes scanning over your body. A slow, lingering scan that only intensified the need burning within your body. 

“I think we talked about what exactly would happen once I got my body back.” You kept your face calm, collected, and overall bored, giving nothing away of your turned-on nature. A nature Buggy was able to pick up on quickly. 

“Oh? Cause I seem to remember you saying something about escaping and leaving us high and dry.” He gave a gruff little chuckle, taking another step closer to you. So close he could lean down to look you over more closely. Look you over with eyes that move from your own eyes to your lips and to your breast which your wet shirt clung to. Clung so tight that it, unfortunately for you, showed off the raised peaks of your nipples which had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the man before you.

“I seem to remember something else.” Buggy all but whispered, his gloved hand jutting out to take hold of your chin in a tight manner that felt all too good. That did nothing to help you with your flustered body--had you almost making a naughty little noise you had to bite down.

You’d imaged this moment so many times, in so many different ways. Imagined just how his hands would feel against your skin and how it would feel to have his body over top of yours. 

You’d imaged it so many times it was hard not to think of anything else. 

The ring of a sword filled your ears and soon Zoro’s blade was pressed against Buggy’s neck. “I would let go of her if I were you,” Zoro spoke dangerously. An equally as dangerous laugh fluttered out of the clown's lips. 

“I guess my decision has been made for me,” Buggy said leaning in closer despite the blade pressing sharply to his neck. A blade you all knew would do nothing against him. A blade everyone standing around knew would do no real damage to the clown. “I’ll see you around, songbird.” And before Sanji could shove him away, Buggy was retreating back, middle fingers in the air directed the boy's way. 

You hardly heard what he said. Couldn’t hear anything past the pounding in your ears. A pounding that followed the same beat as your throbbing pussy. 

Fuck. 

You blinked as you watched him rush away. Blinked as he gave you another little wink before disappearing around the bend. Blinked…

“Fuck that clown,” Zoro grumbled angrily. 

“Yeah…yeah fuck him.” You said airly as you continued to look in the direction he had disappeared. 

If you rushed after him now, you could catch up to him. If you went now, you could grab him and pin him against the back of that rock and fuck him just as you had wanted to fuck him ever since you had first met the man.

Sanji shot you a little concerned look you shooed away with a quick change of your face into that of a bright smile. “So…did we get all those fishy fucks or what?”

It didn’t take you all that long to finish off the last of the fishmen. It didn’t take too long until Luffy, Nami, and Usopp were rejoining you guys. Not long at all before the sunset and a grained celebration was taking place. One you couldn’t think properly enough at that moment to enjoy. 

You just kept pacing and pacing and pacing by the open gate, watching the dark road as if something would come up it--someone. Maybe you would rush down it. Rush away and do--something. 

All you knew was you felt--restless. Like you needed to move, to run, to do something other than stand around and celebrate. 

“You have that look in your eyes.” A cheery voice spoke from next to you, making you nearly start at its sudden appearance. It was your captain, Luffy, who had spoken and he wore a grin on his face as he looked up at you. 

“What look?” You narrowed your eyes in question. 

“Like you figured something out. Like you need to go out there and grab it--whatever it is.” You blinked at him on a pause.

“I don’t--” You looked back down the path. A path you wanted to take away from here. “I don’t need anything. I’m just tired.” 

“Oh, come on. I know you. I know what your dream is. Your dream isn’t to go to the Grand Line. It’s here. In the East Blue.” You shook your head, a huff on your lips, as you thought about what he was implying was your dream. 

“My dream--it’s not a dream, Luffy. It’s revenge--”

“Sure, but you want to free people from that evil king. We didn’t end it like you dream of. So, go. Fulfill your dream.” You shook your head again. 

“No. You saved my life. I can’t just up and leave--” He placed his hand on your shoulder, giving you a little shake as you blinked at him. 

“You helped save Nami. You helped this island. You never owed me anything, but if fulfilling a debt is what’s keeping you here, consider it fulfilled.” You didn’t know what to say. What to think. He was--letting you go. He wanted you to go…to do what you “dreamed” of doing. “We’ll meet again. I know it.” He smiled brightly up at you. 

You--nodded. And you nodded again, a smile coming to your lips. 

“Thank you…for everything. You gave freed me. Gave me a second chance.” Luffy waved it off like it wasn’t a big deal. 

“Go. Kick some ass.” You chuckled, turning back towards the road. It seemed so much--bigger now. So far. So open. So--unpredictable. But you loved the unpredictable, always had. 

With a quick goodbye, secretly grabbing your bag from where you’d left it near Usopp, who was telling an over-exaggerated version of what had happened during the fight, you headed away from the celebrating townspeople and the Straw Hats. Luffy was right, you would see them again one day, but for now, you had work to do. Work you had dreamed of and plotted of ever since getting rescued from that shit hole. 

The sea met you as you made it to the beach, passing the docked Going Merry and heading for where you had spotted some of Arlong’s smaller ships. And as you walked, ocean waves crashing at your feet, you began to hum. A hum that grew into soft lyrics you didn’t let get too loud in case there was any trouble. 

Strong hands grabbed hold of you, one finding its way over your mouth to keep you from screaming out as they started trying to drag you behind a large boulder. You hardly thought as you punched your attacker in the balls, resulting in them giving a sharp shout and curse, letting you go. 

You paused at the sound of that voice. It’d been hours--almost half a day since he’d run off. There was no way…You spun around quickly, finding the pirate clown clutching at his crown jewels and looking very much pained and shocked you had done such a thing. 

“What’d you do that for!” He hushly hissed at you.

“What did--you can’t just grab people and expect them not to punch you in the dick!” You shouted at him exaggerated. Something like panic flashed in Buggy’s eyes as he grabbed your hand and pulled you further around the boulder, shushing you. “Don’t shush--” Buggy’s gloved hand came up and covered your mouth. 

“Songbird, I love your voice but you gotta keep it down.” He whispered, his body pressing against yours to keep you pinned to the rough surface of the boulder. It was an action that had your stomach jutting around in excitement. 

You narrowed your eyes in question up at him. “Marines--they got here a few minutes ago. Docked nearby.” He whispered. Marines? You hadn’t seen any single ship in the sea nearby. How had you missed them?

You watched as his green-blue eyes move from your face to look to the side, listening for any sort of Marine-type sounds. And, despite your life possibly being in danger, you couldn’t help your needy body. Couldn’t help getting all so horny again. Especially when he was pinning you like this--his body flush against yours and his hand pressing just tight enough over your mouth to keep any sound from spilling from your lips. 

And you definitely couldn’t help your hands from moving along his stomach to pull him that much closer. To feel his strong body through his clothes. Green-blue eyes found yours again, looking at you like you had gone crazy. 

“What are you doing?” He whispered on a near hiss, but it only grew your neediness. Only had you running your fingers down his sides, finding his belt. A blet your fingers moved along to get back to the front, tugging on them in a sharp movement that had Buggy gritting his teeth to keep from making a sound.

“Songbird…” He warned, his voice growing deeper and more dangerous. A voice that reverberated through your body. Fuck, it was a sound had wanted to hear direct at you like this for a long while. 

Your fingers continued to mess with his belt, unlooping it slowly as if to give Buggy enough time to shoo you away. Enough time to push off you, but Buggy started, letting you unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, his breath growing heavier and heavier by the second. 

Keeping your slow pace, you reached your hand into his pants, and as soon as your fingers wrapped his hardened cock, Buggy all but stumbled forward, a leg between your legs to try and keep himself from falling over. His thigh pressed against your pussy in a way that drove you crazy, and couldn’t help yourself as your hips began to move back and forth. Could help and trying to get any sort of traction to help please your needy body. 

As you began to pump him nice and slow, his heavy breath became uneven and strained. A breath he panted in your ear as he rested his head against your cheek. 

“Fuck, songbird.” He huffed in your ear. “So good--” The hand not pressed against your mouth wrapped around one of your breasts, giving it a nice, tight squeeze that had a small sound rumbling in your throat. 

Gods you needed him. You needed him so bad it was a problem. Such a problem it slipped into your dreams, only ever adding to your restless neediness. 

You used your other hand to pull his pants down just that much more so you could free his cock from its confines. A cock that you continued to pump even as you fumbled to unbutton your own pants. 

On a breathy, quiet moan, Buggy helped you yank your own pants down as far as the both of you could reach before he flipped you around. He never once moved his hand from your mouth, keeping you from talking out. It was all so intoxicating.

Buggy kicked your legs as far apart as the pants now around your knees would allow before running the head of his dick through your dripping folds. You gave a whimpering moan against his hand, moving your hips to try and get more, more, more. 

Buggy’s lips found your neck, kissing it as he sunk ever so slowly into you. It had been too long since you’d been fucked, so his slowness was much needed as your pussy made room for his cock. As he moved further within you, you took account of every sensetion his cock shot through you--took account of every bit of soft skin and vein that rubbed against your inner walls. 

Once he was fully seated in you, hips flush against your ass, your pussy clenched around his cock as if it could keep him there. 

“Fuck…” He cursed lowly against your neck, his stubble rubbing the sensitive skin there in a way that only added to the pleasure flowing through you. “Songbird, You feel just as good as you taste.” You gave another moan that was muffled by his hand. His other hand moved under your shirt to wrap around your breast once more, squeezing it just as tight. 

“Gods, you know I dreamed about this? You know I couldn’t wait to get my body back just so I could get you all to myself like this. To be this deep within you--feel you’re sweet, sweet pussy around my cock.” He whispered lowly.

You wanted to tell him you dreamed of the same thing. Thought you were going to go crazy if you had to go another day without his cock in you, but that hand stayed put. Kept your head resting against his shoulder as he began to move slowly out of you in a frustrating manner. 

He thrust back into you, sending shooting waves of pleasure through your body. Waves of pleasure that grew more and more intense as he thrust and thrust into you, his pace quick and merciless. 

Gods and you couldn’t help the moans that were rumbling from your throat--moans you could make as loud as you want because they were so muffled against Buggy’s hand, an outside ear might have thought it was just the wind. 

But an outside ear would never be able to mistake the slapping sounds of Buggy’s hips hitting your ass as he fucked you. Sounds made slick and wet from your all but drooling pussy and the sweat sliding along both of your skin. An outside ear could never mistake the little huffs and grunts Buggy made to keep from moaning himself as anything other then that. 

You reached for his hand and moved it downward, telling him silently you needed him to touch your clit. To rub it in just the same way he had learned to do expertly with his tongue. The coarseness of his glove combined with the steady circling of your clit and ruthless fucking Buggy was dealing you, your finish was being to build and build within you. 

“F-Fuck, songbird. I’m gonna come--feel so fucking good I’m gonna come.” You nodded and nodded again, using your free hand to hold on to his hip and try to tell him to keep going. To tell him to last just just a little bit longer--

The sound of boots marching over the sandy shore and the voices of more people than you could pinpoint and count had Buggy pausing. Had tears welling in your eyes at the absolute denial of your orgasm. Buggy cursed sharply in your ear, seeming as if he would pull away but you held him there as best you could. Moved your hips against his as best you could to try and get him to keep going. 

“Song--” You shook your head, grabbing hold of his hand and interlocking your fingers with his to further keep him there. You were not going to be denied this much-needed fucking because of a bunch of stuck-up, white shirt wearing marine assholes. Buggy let out a shaking breath as he started up again. A pace that was so painfully slow but necessary if the two of you truly didn’t want to get caught. 

That build began again, faster than the first thanks to your already worked-up nature. A build that grew and grew and grew until you were coming around his cock at nearly the same moment he was spilling into you, his grip on your hand and mouth as tight as steal as he fought not to make any noise. 

Buggy slummed against you, his breath coming out just as shuddery and stunted as yours. He moved his hand off your mouth to help allow you to catch your help all that much more quick. You gave a hardly audible whimper of his name making the man bite your neck again in a way that had you closing your eyes the smallest bit in pleasure.

The voices continued to rush by, hardly seeming to lessen. Just how many Marines were storming this island? And why? Who had told them of pirates being active on it? Nami had told you and the rest of the Starw Hats there had been a crooked Marine who had been keeping all crimes under wraps. 

Just as you were about to reluctantly pull away from Buggy, a soldier came around the corner, belt half undone as if he was going to piss back here. 

All three of you froze, the marine’s face turning up into that of utter shock. 

“Oh my gods! I’m so sor--wait a second. You’re Bu--” A detached arm came flying off of Buggy’s body and his hand wrapped around the Marine's throat, shoving him to the ground as he struggled to fight off the limb. His fight lessened and lessened and soon he was laying half-dead in the dirty mixed sand. 

If you were being honest with yourself, watching Buggy choke out that Marine had been hot. So hot you almost begged him to fuck you again. 

“Fuck.” You and Buggy both hissed as he pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty without his warmth in and on top of you. There was no time to complain, though. Not when you two had attacked a Marine. 

You both were quick to pull your pants back up, hardly caring about cleaning up and rebuckling belts before you were taking hold of Buggy’s hand and running deeper into the forest that boarded the beach. 

“Is your crew here?” You asked, looking back only for a split second to find him rolling his eyes. 

“No.” He all but growled angrily. “They’re no doubt falling apart without me. Probably panicked and stayed away when they saw those Marine vessels sailing this way. I was waiting for my next escape route when you showed up.” He said, taking a few seconds pause. “Wait--why are you down here?”

“Luffy’s letting me go.” You said on a huff as your lungs began to burn from the running. Running like this you hadn’t done much of. “There are a few ships just--” 

“Wait, wait, wait.” Buggy pulled you to a stop, making you all but whip around to stare at him like he had gone crazy. Those Marines would notice one of their comrades missing very quickly if they hadn’t already. They would find him passed out and go on a witch hunt to find who attacked him and Buggy was making it very easy to be found. “You’re leaving? What about that stretchy kid you owe your life to?” You peered behind Buggy to make sure no one was coming up behind you guys. 

“He wants me to “fulfill my dream”. Said I’d repaid him enough. So…” You gestured with your hand in the direction you had been trying to pull him in. “Let’s get going while the goings hot, yeah?” Buggy still kept you paused in your spot, watching you like he almost didn’t believe what you were saying.

“What’s your dream?” He asked on a breath. It was a question you hadn’t really thought or had been prepared for him to ask. Something that surprised you and had you almost forgetting about the Marines just past the forest brush.

“I’m going to kill that fucking king who kept me as a slave.”

“That’s some dream.” You shrugged, flashing him a smile. 

“It’ll take time to time fully plan out, but you gotta start somewhere.” You moved closer to him, taking the smallest bit of time to rebuckle his belt. “Maybe, during that time, we could put on a show or two of Buggy’s Singing Songbird?” Buggy blinked down at you with those long lashes of his. Blinked like he really didn’t believe what you were saying now. 

“Really?” You nodded up at him as something like excitement and maybe even nerves flooded his green-blue eyes. 

“Really, but a show won’t happen if we’re caught and executed by Marines.” Buggy snapped out of whatever questiony mood he had been in and nodded.

“Let’s get the hell out of here then.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blinked once, twice, three times…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Scared. He was scared--of what? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do pride myself on my warm welcomes.”

Your hammock swung too much. A hammock made of flimsy red and white striped fabric that nearly had you spilling out of it onto that skittish contortionist whose bed lay just beneath yours every time you moved. There was a weird spot on the ceiling that looked like it was in the shape of a dancing cat and one of the girls was murmuring in her sleep. 

In all, you couldn’t sleep. Hadn’t been able to for a good half hour since getting back in here.

This was a new space. A new room with roommates who you didn’t know. A new room on a new ship with roommates who definitely disliked you--if not enough to want to kill you. It was not what you had gotten used to on the Going Merry. 

But it was your ship now, your crew, and you would have to get used to it. So you tried closing your eyes again. 

You tried dreaming of laying out in the sun and soaking up its warm light and--the ship rocked your hammock aggressively and that one girl said something along the lines of “Please, sir, I have three gumdrops and the fish fell into the sky.” Whatever the hell that meant.

It was the straw that broke your camel's back and you were tripping out of your hammock. A hammock that wrapped itself around your legs as if to try and keep you hanging there like some idiot. 

When you finally did get out of its grasp, you hit the ground all too loud, making the contortionist stir the slightest bit from her sleep. You watched her, frozen, as she settled back in before heading out of your shared quarters. 

In the dark, it was much harder to navigate the inner workings of the Big Top, not that you had been very good at getting through it before. But thankfully, it didn’t take you long before you were pushing out onto the deck and into the cool night air. 

You took a deep breath in of the salty breeze as you looked over the ship, finding it had its very own circus tent attached to the back of it. It was a very nice ship. One you could tell the crew and its captain took pride in.

The Big Top’s captain pulled to your mind. A captain you had left laying in his quarters only half an hour ago. 

You would have stayed. Would have snuggled up nice and tight next to him were you not such an overthinking, anxious mess. He was your captain and captains didn’t share their nights like that. No captain you had ever met did. You didn’t want to overstep, even after everything he had told you. You just didn’t want to stay past your invitation.

So you had left and gone back to those shared quarters where the other ladies of the crew were fast asleep in, snoring and murmuring up a storm. Gone back to that flimsy hammock that wanted to throw you out of it. 

A voice fluttered through the night breeze. One that had you heading in its direction, too nosy for your own good. The closer you got, the more you realized it was a man’s voice. A man trying his hand at singing. And the closer you got, the more you recognized the song being sung. 

It was your song. The song you had been toying away with for days, never seeming to find the ending. 

It was your song and it was your captain singing it. 

You stood there, watching Buggy lean against the railing as he watched the stars pass by. Watched his lips move as he sang the lyrics on a soft gruff. 

It almost had you tearing up, as idiotic as that made you feel. Because he had learned the lyrics. Lyrics that you had poured from your very heart. And he didn’t sing them in a showy manner, but in private. To himself and the night sky. Sung them like they meant something to him as well--something the lyrics called to deep within himself. 

“Fuck, you have an amazing mouth.” You said, a smirk pulling to your lips as Buggy shot around with a sharp shout, something like embarrassment flooding his features. Embarrassment that flashed to almost anger. 

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” He huffed, flexing his ungloved fist. You watched the muscles in his bare arm flex with it, the shirt he wore, which had been lazily thrown back on, giving you a full view of them. 

“I couldn’t sleep.” You said simply, a shrug on your shoulders. “One of the girls talks in her sleep.” Buggy’s annoyance gradually lessened, giving a laugh.

“Oh yeah? Who?” 

“I don’t know. We haven’t done any icebreaker yet.” This earned you another funky little laugh that had your stomach fluttering around.

“Icebreakers…that’s a good idea,” Buggy said on a seriousness you knew was all too serious and you had just signed yourself up for such activities. You rubbed at your eyes as you made your way over to lean on the railing next to him. To be as close to him as you could without stepping over any unknown boundary. 

“Why are you up, Captain?” You asked, voice coming out the tiniest bit raspy from your need to sleep. 

“Couldn’t sleep.” He said, copying your own response. You nodded, glancing toward the arm that came to rest next to yours. An arm that was so warm and so strong and just brushed against your own. You wanted to close that little gap but kept yourself planted in your spot. “I don’t think I’m used to being back here yet.” He said on a low gruff that was only meant for you and the sea to hear. 

“It hasn’t even been one full night. This is your home. You’ll get used to it soon.” You said, trying to give him some sort of ease. It’s what you had been telling yourself. That you’d get used to it. 

“You know--” You said, giving a little anxious laugh as you drummed your fingers on the wooden railing. “I think I got too used to your snoring.” You said as jokingly as you could despite it being completely true. “Even though it's fucking loud and obnoxious and sounds like you’re struggling to breathe.” You glanced back Buggy’s way just in time to catch him rolling his green-blue eyes at you.

“Like you’re snoring is any better.” 

“I don’t snore.” You said defensively because as far as you knew, you did no such thing. Buggy gave a sharp laugh, turning his body so he could face you fully. 

“Yes, you do. Like a cute little sea cow.” He teased, bopping on you on the nose. You were quick to slap his hand away, narrowing your eyes up at him in mock anger. 

“You’re such a jackass.” You muttered, not being able to help the corner of your mouth that pulled up at Buggy’s continued funky little laughs. Laughs that gradually died out and were replaced by those nerves of his. 

“Why did you leave?” He asked, voice that much softer. 

“Did you want me to stay?” You asked, feeling your anxiety stir. 

“I asked you a question first.” And you knew he said it to dodge your question. You rolled your eyes. 

“And it's basically the same question.” You dodged right back. 

You wanted him to say it. To tell you to stay. You wanted to hear him say it because you enjoyed his vulnerabilities greatly. You knew you would never press him too much, seeing as it was such as struggle for him, but little things like this you believed you could get away with. 

“Did you want me to stay?” You pressed again lightly.

Buggy watched you for a long moment--watched your eyes and your features as if searching for something. A moment you could almost physically see him thinking over what he was going to say or do. He gave the smallest nod.

“I can’t fucking sleep.” He said between grit teeth as if he was confessing some big secret. And it was, in a backward way. Because he was telling you he couldn’t sleep without you. 

You nodded, an easy, pleased smile pulling to your lips as you pressed closer to the clown. As you brushed your fingers over top his. He moved his hand around so he could capture your own in a gentle hold.

“I’ll come back…if you say I don’t snore.” You said, your smile turning mischievous. Buggy was quick to flash his own mischievous smile. 

“Fine. You don’t snore.” He said, yanking you closer so he could lean down to get closer to your face. It sent your stomach fluttering like crazy. “It’s more of a wheeze.” You gasped dramatically, giving Buggy’s shoulder a hard shove. He laughed, only managing to pull you that much closer.

“Asshole.” You huffed.

“That I am, songbird.” He said, brushing his lips against yours, making them burn. You closed the smallest gap between your lips, moving them in a slow kiss. In a kiss, you used to be ever more close to him. To feel every little bit of flesh his lips were made of.

“Come on. I’m exhausted.” You murmured when you two pulled away for air. Buggy claimed your lips once more before nodding in agreement. 

Buggy never once let go of your hand as he led you back into the inner workings of his ship. Never once loosened his grip as he winded through the dimly lit hallways, where the possibility of someone seeing you two was the highest. But he never let go, even when he pushed through his chamber door and shut it behind you. 

He only let go so he could go about taking his shirt, pants, and boots off, which he placed overly neatly on the chair of his vanity. You knew he only did that for you, knew he was trying slyly to shove things under his bed with his foot as you wandered around his room. Though, you were just as messy as him, so it wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do.

You pushed through the only other door in his room and found, in the dimness of the lamp on his vanity, it was a bathroom. 

A very, very nice bathroom. A huge one. One with a large bathtub, toilet, and sink. His own private bathroom. 

“Holy shit--this is the nicest ship I think I’ve ever been on.” You said, turning back to find Buggy watching you with a little cocky grin on his lips.

“Only the best for the best.” He said with a wink. You tried to hold back in rolling your eyes but failed in doing so.

“Can I use it?” 

“What? The toilet? Do you need my permission to piss?” You shot him an annoyed look that only made his annoyingly too-amused features grow. “Because you might have to beg.” 

“The bathtub, jackass.” You snapped at Buggy, who was still way too amused at his own jokes as he gave a nod.

“Have at it.” He said, yanking his bed sheets off his bed. You watched him do so on a blink…and another.

“You’re not going to join me?” Buggy paused in his climbing into bed, green-blue eyes looking back to you. Looking back over your body. 

On a small smirk, you turned your back on him and began reaching for the door handle. “On second thoughts, I might just want to take it by my--” 

“AH! Hold on! And leave you all lonely in there, baby? I’m cruel but I’m not that cruel.” He said eagerly, grabbing for the oil lamp and all but running to meet you. It had a little chuckle spill through your lips as he pushed into the bathroom, placing the oil lamp on the sink. 

He was quick to turn the faucet on, water rushing out of it to slowly fill the tub. A quickness you knew was only so he could get his eyes back on you--green-blue eyes that found you in moments, just as predicted. 

“Need help?” He asked, as you began unbutton the front of the night shirt one of the girls had lent you. It was a bit tight, just as the sparkly outfit had been, but it wasn’t all that surprising. 

All the girls here were athletically thin, with strong muscles earned from years of mastering all sorts of circus tricks. You had never been the athletic type and thanks to Sanji, who had helped you work to get your body back after years of being shoved in some dusty cave with little food in sight, you were just a tap bigger than them. 

“Hum…no.” You teased, making the clown give an over-exaggerated whine that only fueled your joy.

“Is it because I said you snore? Cause I was just joking around. You just--breathe. Breathe like a sea goddess.” He said, making his way over, pleading clear as day in his eyes.

“A sea goddess, huh?” He nodded.

“Yes. A sexy, beautiful sea goddess who is the quietest sleeper.” You watched him for a moment, his hands all but itching to get a hold of you. 

“Say please.”

“Please. Please, baby.” He begged.

“You can help.” You had hardly spoken the first word before Buggy’s hands were all over you, peeling your clothes off as fast as he could. He threw your shirt to the ground and your shorts were quick to follow. 

“Do a little twirl for me, songbird.” You did as you were told, earning a small groan from your captain, whose finger ran over your collarbone before giving your breasts a tight little squeeze that had them pebbling at the attention. “So fucking gorgeous.” You felt your face heat the slightest bit. 

Gorgeous. Beautiful. You felt like an idiot, but those little words coming from him had you all but melting. 

“Your turn.” You said, moving towards the edge of the tub. Buggy detached his hands to pull his boxers down as he made his way back over to you, stepping out of them when they reached his ankles. You couldn’t help but look downward at his cock and bite your lip. Couldn’t help but get excited at the thought of having him inside you next. 

One of his detached hands came around to turn the faucet off, the other bopping you on the nose again like he couldn’t help it before they reattached to his writs. 

You stepped into the full tub and nearly groaned in pure bliss as you sunk into the warm waters. It had been--too long since you had taken a real bath. The thought had you inwardly cringing, but you had been busy fighting and running for your life… among other things. 

Those other things stepped in after you, a real cringe coming to his face as he lowered himself into the water. 

“Too hot?” You questioned, running your fingers through the water. 

“Uh--no. Not the biggest fan of water.” You almost asked why, but then your mind reminded you he had eaten a Devil Fruit. Reminded you that Luffy, not too long ago, nearly drowned because he’d been shoved into the ocean by Arlong. Reminded you Buggy himself had used salt water as a weapon against Luffy to zap his energy and powers. 

You wanted to ask if all water had the same effect, but held back. He seemed physically fine. Though, that look on his face hardly lessened as he sat completely. 

“Because of the Devil Fuirt?” You asked and he gave a little half nod.

“You almost drown enough times you get weary of the stuff.” He said, green-blue gaze dropping to the very stuff he was referring to. “I mean--I thought I would be safe in a lake for gods sake! This is fine but I always think…it’s stupid, but what if Mother Ocean decided I couldn’t have a bath in peace too?” You watched Buggy wiggling his fingers through the water.

“That’s not stupid.” Buggy looked back up to you and you gave him a warm, comforting smile. “Like you said, there’s no handbook for you to read about all the rules, so who knows.” Buggy nodded something like worry flashing in his eyes. “Buuut--I’ll be here now to protect you from any wrathful gods power over bathwater.” Buggy gave a huff of amusement.

“My hero.” You grinned widely, getting to your knees so you would lean down and press a quick kiss to Buggy’s lips. A kiss that ended all too quickly for Buggy’s liking. He grabbed for your waist to pull you closer again. “Uh, Hero--I feel the water draining my strength from me. I need another kiss.” You rolled your eyes, looking through all the different sorts of soaps Buggy had on the shelf just next to the tub. 

“How about you let me wash that makeup off and then I’ll give you another kiss.” His grip tightened a little bit as you grabbed a wash cloth and body soap before moving so Buggy’s left leg was between yours, giving you better access to him. 

You found he looked nervous all over again and realized the idea of you taking his make-up off meant coming in contact with his nose. Ment the possibility of you touching it.

You almost told him touching his nose with your hand would be no different than all but riding it and using it to rub against your clit, but you held your tongue. This was a very touchy topic for him. One you gathered he was self-conscious of--that just one of the sources for all this nervousness.

“I don’t bite, Buggy…unless you want me to.” You said, trying your hand at the wink he so often shoots your way. He gave another little huff in amusement. 

“Baby--you can bite me anytime.” He joked to try and keep the mood light. You kept your smile to help to so too, brushing your knuckles against his stubble-covered chin. Those nerves spiked again--nerves so ready to snap to anger and defend himself against you. 

“Can I? You can stop me any time you want.” Buggy’s mouth fell open for a moment, like he might deny you, but he nodded. You scooted closer, placing a hand up to cup Buggy’s face as you started on his forehead, wiping away the once-white cross bones that ran over his eyelids. 

“You know,” You said, dipping the cloth in the water to rinse it before continuing, “the first thing I noticed about you back at Organe Town, besides your flashy outfit and grand entrance, was--”

“Let me take a wild guess. My nose.” He gruffed, his grip tightening on your hips and eyes narrowing the slightest bit. And there was that anger which was always so quick to snap to the surface. 

You blinked down at him on a pause.

“Your eyes.” Those green-blue eyes narrowed at you in utter confusion. 

“What?” You nodded.

“Yep.” You said, popping the ‘p’ as you dipped the cloth again. “Their so--clear. Beautiful. They complement your face.” He just blinked at you, mouth slightly agap as you continued to wipe away his paint. As you slowly began to reveal the man beneath all the drama and masks. 

“They remind me of these little bits of sea glass I had as a girl. Two blue, one green, and one a beautiful mix of both. My dad gave me one every time he came back from sea. He was a pirate so his life was the sea--aventure. My mom hated him. Didn’t want him filling my head with all that nonsense. She wanted me to become a singer--to perform in concert halls across the world. To leave our little town and maybe meet some rich man who would take care of me, not leave me with a child and run away to the sea.” You sighed, giving a little shrug.

“My mom tried kicking him out of our home, he took me with him.” You wiped over his eyes gently. “Never did see those bits of glass again.” 

“I don’t remember my mother's face,” Buggy said after a short pause, running his thumb over your skin making it burn. You ran your thumb over his lips in added comfort before starting on taking the red off, careful to avoid his nose as best you could. “It’s been so long it’s blurred. She was young, poor--things got bad on our island so she gave me up so I could have a better life.” He gave a gravelly laugh. “I don’t think this is what she meant.” 

“You have a huge bathroom now. That’s gold.” You said, pointing to some random trinket sitting on top of the toilet tank. “You’re a leader! I would hope she would be proud.” Buggy gave a soft smile. A soft smile you had only seen him make a handful of times. 

“I don’t think that’s real gold.” You rolled your eyes, wiping the last bit of makeup from his face. 

“All done.” You said, giving him a quick kiss as promised. It was a kiss that didn’t stay quick because Buggy pulled you back in for more.

Pulling away, you sat back to take in his clean face. Take in every bit of skin you had revealed--the faint crow's feet beside his eyes from all the smiling he did. You ran your fingers over his cheek. Over his forehead and eyelid. 

“Perfect.” You said with a smile. 

Something quick flashed in Buggy’s sea-glass eyes. Something so quick you hardly saw what it was before it settled within the depths of himself. It had been was something warm, though. Something new you had never seen filled his eyes. Something you like because it had made him look so--soft. 

“You’ve got to let me wash your hair next.” You said, Buggy giving that funky little laugh you loved. 

“Sure, songbird.” 

Buggy all but melted in your hands as you washed his hair, giving little huffs of air and sounds close to moans that you ate all up. You liked hearing those noises so much, liked having Buggy be puddy under your fingertips, that you took your good old time working through the tangles and knots.

When you finally did finish, Buggy came too like he had just had an orgasm, making you laugh a little too hard. He’d grabbed you from where you knelt behind him and held you in his lap, biting your ear. “Laughing at your captain is punishable by death, you know.” 

“Mmm--then I should walk the plank.” 

Buggy had insisted that he wash your hair as well, which felt much better than you could have ever imagined. When it came to hair and the washing of it, he was near expert at it. And his fingernails scraping gently against your scalp was divine.

He’d insisted on washing the rest of your body as well, which you allowed even though you knew it was just an excuse to grab your breasts and mess with them again--which he did excessively. 

You two only got out of the water when it ran cold and your fingers turned pruny, drying off with the red and white towels Buggy had stored on the top shelf, which you had made him grab. You’d gone to pull your pjs back on but Buggy had, again, insisted you forgo them and you gave in easily, wanting to feel his skin against yours anyway. 

He’d refused to let go of your hand as you both walked back into his room, only letting go so you could climb into his bed and get comfy under the blankets. But as soon as he had joined you, he was grabbed you around the waist and pulled you flush against his chest. 

“I’m…I’m glad you're here.” He said on a near whisper, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You snuggled in deeper, snuggled into the warmth he radiated and the feel of his skin against yours. You grabbed his hand again and held it tight, placing a kiss to his knuckles. 

“I’m glad too.” You whispered, closing your eyes. You thought of sunshine and the beach and of Buggy’s voice singing your heart-filled song while watching the stars. 

Buggy’s breathing evened out. His muscles loosened around you as he slipped into his dreams. And as soon as his snoring, so loud and obnoxious in your ear, started up, you were out like a light.

You’ve been a part of the Buggy Pirates for a month now. A month full of scrubbing toilets, mopping floors, and washing dishes. You didn’t mind the work, it was similar to what you had done on Luffy’s crew. It gave you time to think up new lyrics and rhythms for your songs. 

You had expected to do the chores no one else wanted to do, knowing that you were the newbie here. That you would have to work your way up to less tedious chores if you wished it. 

What you hadn’t expected was Cabaji, the Chief of Staff, having some sort of vendetta against you. A vendetta he wielded against you like one of his throwing knives, sharp and quick. 

He watched you like a hawk, waiting for you to make a mistake--to miss a spot in your cleaning.

Oh, you thought that toilet had been scrubbed so clean you could eat off it? Wrong. Scrub it again. Had just finished mopping and was about to throw the dirty water overboard. Nope. Cabaji had just walked through the hallway and you needed to mop it again. 

You took it with grace, trying your hardest to never lose your head over his demands. It had been expected, such roughness. You had expected to receive more from the rest of the crew, but they seemed to be slowly getting used to you. Hell--the other girls on the crew had become your friends in a matter of a few days. 

But Cabaji was not one of them. He seemed to want to make your life a living hell with all the chores he assigned. And a true living hell he made it when he assigned you a new chore. 

Cleaning out the lion's room. The lion who had just as much of a vendetta against you as Cabaji due to the fact you had beat his master to a pulp. 

“Richie is very particular about how his room is cleaned.” Cabaji had said to you as he tossed you a shovel, which you had caught with ease. You had tried to keep the snarl off your face, Cabaji being higher up in rank than you, but had utterly failed. 

The acrobat had leaned in close, a wicked shit-eating grin on his face. “You mess up, he’ll tear your arm off. Maybe your head. The last guy was hardly recognizable.” And he had left without another word, leaving you in Richie's room, which he had all to himself. A room that rivaled every room you had ever had yourself, the lion basically living in luxury.

You had just started to shovel when Richie came scrolling in and plopped himself down on his bed, watching your every move just as Cabaji would. Except he wouldn’t tell you to do it again, he would eat you. 

Richie had just growled at you for the hundredth time after you dropped a bit of his shit when he froze, looking almost wide-eyed and terrified, if a fearsome lion could look as such, at something behind you. 

“What the hell are you doing in here?” The sound of your captain's voice had your heart fluttering in absolute excitement. You hardly ever saw him during the day, you too busy with your chores, which kept you in the belly of the ship, and he busy with his captain duties. 

But night after night you would steal away to his quarters and fuck each other silly before falling into some of the best sleep you had ever had in your life. Just the mere thought of his arms around you, his soft lips kissing you, had you gravitating over to be closer to him. 

“Captian.” You said, your voice showing off your excitement to see him with little embarrassment. In the past, you might have scoffed at yourself for being this excited over a man, but it was Buggy--he made you all warm and gooey on the inside. 

“I’m doing my chores.” Buggy narrowed his eyes dangerously at this, a danger he directed the lion's way who gave a low, mournful sound. You placed a hand on his arm, directing those green-blue eyes back onto you. “Have you gotten much work done today?” You asked, filling your voice with low, sweet tones as you pulled yourself to your tippy toes to give him a kiss on his cheek. 

To your almost hurt surprise, he stopped you with a tight grip around your arm, holding you away. 

“Hey--” You started, wanting to complain sharply about his denial of your affections. 

“Did Cabaji tell you to scoop this overgrown cat's kitty litter?” Buggy asked, that harshness never once leaving his voice. Richie gave another pathetic little whine from behind you. 

“Um…he gives out the chores doesn’t he?” Buggy gave a dramatically angered growl, his hand falling from your arm as he stormed out of Richie’s room. You looked towards the lion, who was all but pressed against the wall, looking like he might pass out, before rushing after your captain. 

“Captain--wait. What’s wrong?” You called, doing a little jog to catch up to the fuming man. 

“What’s wrong is that string bean is going to get thrown overboard with a rock tied around his ankles.” You huffed at his dramatics, quickly stepping in front of him. 

“Buggy. Stop.” You said, placing a hand on his chest to keep him from moving around you. He did as you said, though that danger never left those beautiful eyes of his. It was a danger that always pulled you in whenever it shone in his eyes. 

“Y/N. Move.” He said like he had meant to snap it at you, but it fell short. 

“Why the sudden bloodlust?” You asked, fingers moving over the stitching of his elaborate shirt in, hopefully, a calming touch. Buggy moved only so he was closer to you. “I love it,” You teased, “but why?” Buggy gave another little growl. One that vibrated through your hand and down your arm, making your excited nature shift. Shift to something that much more exciting. 

“You shouldn’t be shoveling shit.” That was what this was all about. Buggy not wanting you to do the dirty work. It had your heart doing a little dance. 

“Sure…but who would do it then?” Buggy blinked down at you for a second, as if stunned you were okay with this. “I’m okay with my chores. It’s nothing I haven’t done before. I’ll be fine as long as Richie doesn’t tear my arm off.” You tried to joke but it only seemed to make that bloodlust towards his second mate deepen. 

“Well, I’m not.” He snapped, grabbing hold of you again only so he could move you out of his way. 

You were not having it, not one bit. Not when you hardly got to see Buggy in the daylight like this. All illuminated and looking so pretty and murderous. And as much as you would love to watch Buggy rip into someone for you, you couldn’t have that person be Cabaji. You were too close to getting on the guy's good side--too close to winning him over. 

With all the strength you could muster up, you grabbed Buggy around the waist and all but slammed him into the wall beside you. A small, startled yelp escaped his lips at the action. A yelp that turned into a low whimper on his lips as you fit your leg between his, pinning him in place. 

Gods--he looked so flustered and passive against you. That shifted excitement nestled deeper within you as you watched a rich blush spread over his cheeks, his green-blue eyes wide looking down at you. 

“If you step in, Captain, none of the crew is going to learn to accept me.” You said lowly, running your hands slowly downward from their spot on his waist, another little noise you loved to hear spilling from his lips. “I’ll be the butt of the joke.” And through his passive fog, you saw that danger spike again. 

“That’s what Cabaji is making you out to be right--” You shushed him, pressing your body that much closer to his. His blush only seemed to deepen. 

“He’s testing the newbie. That’s all. No biggy.” You said calmly, running your hands down his lower back to find their home cupping his ass. You gave the bits of flesh a tight squeeze and that little noise came spilling out of him again, his gloved hands coming up to take hold of your arms. 

“Songbird--” He grit out lowly. “You’re--you’re not just any old newbie.” You hummed with a nod. Pulling a hand back, you brushed a finger over his red-painted lips. Paint you had watched him apply this morning with skillful precision while laying in his bed. Buggy leaned into the touch, silently asking for more. You did so without a second thought, cupping his face so you could rub his painted cheek. His eyes fluttered closed. 

“I’m your newbie. And I’m willing to prove myself to you--serve you.” An airy groan escaped his lips, those green-blue eyes lully back open. It brought a smirk to your face. A smirk that turned near devious when you felt his cock begin to harden against your hip. 

“How does that sound, Captain?” You asked, running your hand down that sharp, stubble-covered jaw of his. Down the column on his throat, which bobbed on a swallow. Your hand continued its travel downward, coming to a stop at his belt which you gave a teasing tug on. 

He grit his teeth at the action, his hand brushing up your arm as he grabbed your chin in a loose hold. His thumb ran over your bottom lip, tugging at it lightly to see teeth. 

“Fuck, songbird--you are all mine, aren’t you?” He said, his grip tightening the slightest bit on your chin. 

“Yours and only yours, Captain.” You lulled, beginning to unbuckle his belt. Buggy cursed as he crashed his lips to yours, claiming your mouth with that fiery passion that made your head spin and body melt into his.

Your hands found their way back around his waist, pulling him flush against your needy body. A body that nearly had a mind of its own as you directed Buggy off the wall and down the hall. Buggy followed, his hands leaving your face to grab your ass in a tight squeeze, keeping you against him. A stumble and the stepping on toes was what finally had Buggy’s lips pulling away from your own. You huffed at their absence, rising up on your tippy toes to find them again. 

“Song-” You kissed him, silencing his words, “bird.” He finished his little pet name for you. One that continued to drive you crazy. “Where are we--” You cut him off once more with another kiss, your hand fumbling with a door knob. Once opened, you all but shoved Buggy into the dark room, closing the door behind you both. 

The smallest sliver of light dimly illuminated the cluttered space you were in. Light that had been dim to begin with, so it truly did nothing for viability. Not that you needed it to know where you were--to know where most everything was. 

You had spent too much time in and out of this little supply closet thanks to Cabaji. A closet you were very thankful for in that moment when your body buzzed and ached to have your captain all to yourself. 

You grabbed hold of Buggy again, all but shoving him into the cleaning supplies-filled shelf behind him, said supplies rattling upon impact. He huffed out a breath before his lips claimed yours again, burning them away with every needy movement. 

“It smells like--” Buggy breathed between kisses, “shit and bleach in here.” 

“This is the supply closet.” You said, brushing your lips against his and pulling away quick enough to avoid him claiming them once more. Buggy gave a huffy little growl, his grip on your waist tightening. It brought a wicked little smirk to your face. “I think a family of rats is living in here.” You spoke lowly, your fingers finishing unlooping his belt. 

Buggy gave another little growl that was full of frustration and anger. The same anger you had dragged him in here to forget about. 

“Why the hell do I allow that useless, overgrown kitten to stay if he can’t even keep away a few rats,” Buggy growled against your lips before meshing them together, an action you had half a mind to keep doing, your head spinning the way it was--how your lips burned and buzzed and needed more, more, more. 

“He’s just a big old baby. Probably scared of them.” You murmured, kissing his cheek and jaw before sinking to your knees, hands dragging downwards over his body as you went. Buggy’s breath hitched in his throat.

“I-I wanted a bloodthirsty man-eater, not some lion scared of his own shadow.” 

“He did eat Esmeralda’s horse.” Esmeralda, once Buggy’s equestrian stunts act, now merely a flashy gymnast that talks relentlessly in her sleep. It was a fact she still teared up over whenever it was brought up. “And gnawed on someone so bad he was unrecognizable. I would say that’s pretty bloodthirsty.” Buggy gave an annoyed huff that only lodged itself in his throat as you began tugging his pants lower. 

“And that is exactly why you shouldn’t be shoveling his shit. I’ll make that tuff of grass do it.” Buggy gave that funky little laugh you loved. “Cover him in cat-nip first, see how he likes getting--” Buggy’s plotting came to a sharp, huffy close as you freed his cock and wrapped your fingers around the bit of silky flesh.

“Captian.” You drawled, giving him a slow pump that pulled that whiny, breathy little moan you craved from his lips. “You have so much on your plate already.” Buggy cursed as you smoothed your thumb over the droplet of precome that had begun to leak from his slit. “Let me handle it--let me take your mind off it.” You said before kissing the tip of his cock. Buggy groaned, gloved hand reaching out to touch your cheek and jaw and hair. Touches you leaned into and savored. 

“Fu-fuck. Sure--sure thing, songbird.” You smirked before kissing his head again, Buggy’s hips bucking against the fleeting touch. His grip on your cheek tightened, trying to pull you closer to his twitching cock. 

“Ah, ah, ah--Captain. Where are your manners?” Buggy gave a gruff of frustration at your teasing, his gloved fingertips digging into the flesh of your cheek in a way you loved. “Say please.” 

“Please--gods, please, baby. I need to feel your mouth--such a fucking sexy mouth.” He begged. That smirk he had pulled from your lips stayed plastered there as you started to pump him slowly. 

“Such a good boy.” A sharp curse had just spilled from him when you wrapped your lips around him, swirling your tongue around his head. 

Buggy gave a string of moany noises that might have been your name, might have been your nickname, and could have possibly been another curse. In all likelihood, it was all of the above. 

The fact that you turned him into such a blubbering mess--had him gripping onto the shelf behind him so tight it knocked some bottle of cleaner off onto the floor--was intoxicating. So intoxicating you wanted to drag more and more of those dramatic reactions out of him. 

You took him deeper, flattening your tongue so you might feel every bit of soft skin and vien his cock had to offer. Your hands roamed over his thighs, holding him close as you continued to take him deeper and deeper into our mouth. Deeper and deeper until the head of his cock tickled the back of your throat, causing a wet sound to escape you. 

Buggy’s moan was long and low, his head falling back against the wooden shelf with a distinct bump. His hands found their way back to your face, caressing your forehead and cheeks and ears and jaw. And as you began to pull off him again, setting a teasingly slow pace and swirling your tongue around his leaking head every time you came to it, his thumbs brushed over your lips wrapped around him--felt the tight seal of where you two connected.

“F-fuck--songbird. You’re so fucking good. So fucking warm. Oh gods--” He said, his words falling from his mouth like some breathy, moany little waterfall. 

It was like music to your ears. Music knew you would sing right back to him as soon as he had come and was a sweat-covered mess before you. 

His head fell back again as you took him deep, something landing on the floor beside you with a soft thud. With a quick glance, you were able to see a flash of orange and blue in the dimness of the supply closet. 

His hat. He’d knocked his hat off with his dramatics. 

You pulled off of him with a pop, the clown giving a whiny noise as he grabbed at your face to keep you there. 

“Songbird--baby, please--” You shushed him in comfort, running your hand up and down his thigh. 

“I don’t want your hat to get dirty.” You said, grabbing for his hat quickly. You dusted it off in a dramatic action of your own, making Buggy huff another whine down at you. 

“I don’t care about the damn--” His words caught in his throat as you pulled it onto your head. Buggy’s mouth hung open, whatever words he had been trying to say coming out as a croaking sort of sound that had you laughing.

“Is this okay, captain?” His cock only seemed to grow harder--grew more needy in front of you. A neediness your own body burned with. 

“Fuck…” He said lowly, his thumb brushing over your lips again. “Hell yes, baby.” You scooted closer once more so you could easily take him back into your mouth. Buggy instantly become a drooping, putty-like mess against your every touch. 

You started your slow pace again, teasing the poor man to utter tears before you picked up your pace. The blue hair-like tassels on either side of his hat brushed against your shoulders with every bob of the head. 

“Songbird--” He moaned, tangling his fingers in your hair. His hips began to buck, driving his cock that much deeper down your throat, pulling those wet, lude sounds from you. “I’m gonna--fuck, I’m gonna come, baby.” You hummed around him, bringing a hand up to cup his balls. To tell him to let go and help bring him closer and closer to his finish. 

Buggy grabbed your face in a tight hold, stopping your movements only so he could thrust into your mouth like you were his own personal toy. 

It was addictive, getting used in such a way. In a way that had you gagging around his cock and your eyes filling with tears but gods did you love it. Had you reaching into your pants to find your clit to give you any sort of relief from the utter painful horniness that had been building up in you. 

Buggy’s thrusts became uneven and frantic and soon he was shoving himself to the base, spilling his come down your throat in spurts. You drank every last hot drop he gave you, slurping it down like it was your favorite cocktail. 

Heh, cocktail.

Buggy pulled his cock from your mouth with a pop and fell to his knees before you as you caught your breath in quick heaves. His gloved hands, still tangled in your hair, pulled your lips against his in a sloppy kiss. One full of tongue and lips and teeth and the hot panting of breath. 

“Did I serve you well, Captain?” You panted, your hand coming up to feel the stubble of his jaw. His green-blue eyes lightened in such a beautiful way it nearly stole your breath from your lungs. 

“Very well, songbird.” One of his hands untangled itself from your hair and grabbed at the wrist that was connected to the hand you were currently still rubbing your clit with. He yanked your hand out of the front of your pants, making you give your own whiny huff of frustration. “Let me show you how thankful I am.” 

Your breath caught in your throat as Buggy brought your fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them in a way that your caught breath falling out in a throaty moan. “Ye-yes, captian.” Buggy pulled your fingers from his mouth, that funky laugh of his filling your ears.

He shoved you down, your back hitting the smelly wooden floor making you give a great huff upon impact. Buggy unbuttoned your pants before you could even think to reach for them and yanked them, and your underwear, down your legs where they collected around your ankles. 

A yelp escaped your lips as he yanked you closer, putting your bound ankles over his head so your knees hooked over his shoulders. 

“So fucking sexy, baby.” He said before running his warm tongue through your dripping and needy folds. You moaned out his name, pulling yourself upwards as best you could. 

“Taste os fucking good.” He murmured against your pussy before clasping his mouth around your clit, sucking it in a way he had learned you liked from night after night of practice aboard the Going Merry. His mouth fell away only to dip into your folds, pushing into you and lapping up your juices like some rabid dog. 

You shook against the electric pleasure he pulling from your body. Shook and twitched and moaned against it all. Moaned so loud you were sure the whole ship would hear you, but Buggy hardly cared--you hardly cared. Not when he was eating you out like it was his last meal on earth. 

You grabbed for his hands holding your thighs in a tight grip, but found one missing. One that reappeared with a quick slap of your ass that made your hips buck upwards, his nose rubbing against your clit in a way that drove you crazy. 

You fucking loved that nose of his, no matter how much he hated it himself. Loved how it made his handsome face, how it fit him so well--complimented his face just as much as his eyes did. You loved it even more when you could use it to bring yourself closer and closer to your end. 

His tongue pulled from your core, only to move it against your clit in swirling, flicking movemets he had learned to do all too well. His detached hand, ungloved now, came up to sink a finger into you. A finger that was joined by another and they both quickly found that spongy spot just about an inch up in you, rubbing it at a steady pace that brought you closer and closer and closer. 

“Buggy--oh gods. So good--baby, so good!” You moaned out, your hips moving with a mind of their own, knowing you would be unable to stop them even if you weren’t all blissed out. “I’m gonna--come. Captain, I’m gonna come.” He moaned into your pussy, keeping everything paced just right until you were clamping around his fingers and moaning out his name as buzzing pleasure shook through your body. 

You’re body fell slump, your breath ragged in your throat as Buggy pulled your legs back over his head. His strong arms scooped you up like a child, pulling you to sit in his lap and hold you close against his panting chest. 

Buggy’s face buried itself in the crook of your neck and you wrapped your arms around his neck to hold him that much closer. 

“Feel--feel less bloodthirsty now?” You asked between pants. Buggy growled into your neck, teeth biting at the sensitive skin there. 

“For now…but one wrong move and I’ll gut that frog-faced bastard.” You huffed in amusement, kissing his forehead as best you could.

“All that just for me? How sweet.” You joked. Buggy’s arms tightened around you all that much more, holding you like he was trying to keep you all to himself. Teeth turned into soft, wet kisses against your neck making your heart flutter.

“Anything for you, songbird.”

The Buggy Pirates had made a dock on some island for a much-needed restock of all the ship's essentials. The island was small and full of locals and what seemed to be other pirates, no Marine in sight. It was strange to you, never having seen an island with such a lack of those white shirt-wearing soldiers. 

One of the girls on your crew, Esmeralda, sleep talker and ex-equestrian stunts act, had told you it was because the mayor of this island was paying them off to keep them from sniffing around. Though, the skittish contortionist, who had shown you around the Big Top, had meekly reminded Esmeralda that was merely a rumor the townsfolk floated around.

Rumor or not, it was still such a bizarre sight to see--bizarre but very much welcomed. 

You had spent most of the day with the other girls on the Buggy Pirates, collecting the supplies Cabaji had assigned each of you to get and bring them back to the ship. Cabaji had, of course, assigned you to gather more straw for Richie’s room. You didn’t mind, finding it a great time to buy the lion some little treats you could give him when you cleaned. 

After all, Richie was just a cat who was too big for his own good and you wanted to be able to pet him. You had gotten close, but as soon as your hands started combing through his mane, he seemed to remember he was supposed to hate you. 

You were anything but undetermined and knew by the end of the week that cat would be purring under your touch. 

When you and the girls had dropped off the last of your supplies, you found the rest of the crew wrapping up the rest of their chores and rushing back off the ship, their flashiest outfits on, ready to kick back and drink. 

Your friends, on the other hand, still had work to do. Work that involved getting you new clothes so you weren’t borrowing theirs anymore. Borrowing and sometimes losing said clothes in the mess that was Buggy’s room. You made a mental note to find them that night and return them the following morning.

“Why do I need something this fancy?” You asked, looking at yourself in the mirror of one of the dress shops in the smaller city you had docked in. The dress was--beautiful. Red, silky, and showed off your assets in a classy yet sexy manner. 

“Because you never know what situation you’ll find yourself in,” Esmeralda said from her spot sitting on the waiting bench, the skittish contortionist sitting at her side. The other girls sat on the floor before them, nodding in agreement. 

“A dress like that is perfect for impressing your man.” Seqii, one of the three acrobatic girls that made up the Arieal Ensemble on Buggy’s crew, said. Your body went tense and you snapped around to find Seqii sporting a mischievous grin while the rest of her ensemble tried and failed to hold their giggles back. 

“My man? I have no man.” You snapped a bit too defensively. 

“Sure you don’t.” Emi, who stood behind the others, said, hardly looking your way as she rebraided her hair. She was a part of the Daring Duo with her twin brother, both sword swallowers. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“It means you aren’t as sneaky as you think you are,” Emi said, matching your snappiness. She finished her braid and threw it over her shoulder. “Every night, you sneak out of our room when you think we’ve all fallen asleep. We haven’t.” Esmeralda gave a bit of a cringe at Emi’s snappy words but nodded in agreement. 

“I have trouble sleeping.” You shot, trying desperately to get them to give up the idea that you had a man on the ship. A man who was not just any man but actually their captain. Emi shot you a wicked grin.

“Yeah, 'cause you're busy getting dick all night long.” The girls before you laughed at Emi’s bluntness. You stood there, open-mouthed, trying to find something else to say to smooth over the situation, but nothing came to mind besides your own panic.

Shit, shit, shit.

At least they didn’t know it was Buggy. You could be fucking Cabaji for all they knew. You almost shivered in something akin to disgust at the thought. 

“You’re just jealous.” You shot back like some child. Emi huffed in amusement.

“No one’s coming at you about it. I’m fucking Cabaji, Seqii’s fucking one of the Superhuman Domingos,” Seqii gave a little hell yeah, “Esmeralda’s fucking Mohji even though his lion ate her horse,”

“He said he was sorry.” Esmeralda huffed, crossing her arms. A sliver of tears filled her eyes at the mention of her horse turned lion chew toy.

“And you’re fucking the captain. See, no biggy.” You froze. Completely. How did she--there was no way she knew. 

“I’m not--” You gave a scoffing huff. “The captain--he’s just--I’m not fucking him.” Emi’s smirk stayed plastered on her lips. 

“Sure you’re not. Buy the dress, I want a drink.” She said, grabbing hold of Seqii who was cracking up like she had heard the best joke in the world, and pulled her out of the shop. You turned to Esmeralda who shrugged sheepishly your way.

“I heard red is his favorite color.” 

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You bought the dress. A dress Esmeralda had told you to wear for a reason she was being rather secretive about. A secret reason you grew more and more suspicious of when you found none of the other girls dressing up to head to the bar you were all going to--none of the other crew either.

“Stop being so nosy and just go with it.” She had said with a huff as she pulled your hair into an elaborate updo. 

 You now walked through the night fallen streets, Esmeralda and the skittish contortionist at your side giggling and all but bouncing in excitement. It took all your willpower not to grab hold of them and shake them down for answers. 

“Okay, okay--are you ready?” Esmeralda asked, grabbing hold of your arm and all but shaking you. 

“You’re the one who told me to go with it, so sure.” Esmeralda gave you another little shake before the three of you rounded the corner. 

There sat a lonely restaurant. A nice restaurant, with fairy lights, trimmed bushes, and a fancy host standing outside waiting to let guests in to match. 

And standing before the restaurant and all its fanciness was Buggy. Buggy who wore an outfit you had never laid eyes on. One that was way nicer than anything you had seen him wear since meeting him. A puffy white shirt with frills that spilled out of the front of a red and white striped vest. He wore a pair of teal pants that matched his eyes and his long hair cascaded down his back and over his shoulders in a glorious blue waterfall. 

Buggy smiled brightly upon seeing you--a smile almost as bright as the sparkles in his makeup. 

He was--stunning. All done up like this, the fairy lights casting light down on him in just the right way. He looked like some lost prince come straight from a fairy tale. 

“Surprise!” He greeted, throwing his hands out as he gestured to the surrounding area around him. 

Giggling caught in your ears and you were reminded that you had been walked here by two members of Buggy’s crew. Two members of Buggy’s crew who could not, for the life of them, keep a secret. A secret you were surprised they had kept from you for this long. 

The conversation you’d had with the rest of the girls in that shop echoed through your head. 

Oh shit. They hadn’t kept it a secret. They knew. Everyone knew. 

“Songbird, you look so bea--upset. You’re upset.” You blinked at Buggy who had migrated his way to you. His smile faltered the smallest bit.

“I’m not upset. They--” You turned to look back at your two friends who were grinning away. Esmeralda threw you a thumbs-up. “They know.” Buggy shrugged, flashing the two a smile and a thumbs-up of his own. 

“I know. I asked them to get you all dolled up and over here.” He said, returning his green-blue eyes onto you. “And what a good job they did.” His voice grew gruff in that way that had your stomach flopping around all giddy. Buggy ran a gloved hand up the length of your arm, sending goosebumps rising where he touched. “Do a little twirl for me, baby.” He leaned in closer, so close you could smell whatever cologne he had put on. 

Sweet and dark--like an overly sweet old fashioned. Like black licorice. He smelled so good you wanted to take a bite out of him. You almost did, had that bit of anxiety not been spiked in you.

“You’re not worried? About them knowing?” 

“Why would I be worried?” You almost scoffed, looking back to find your two friends, who were giggling and cheering as they rushed off to the bar the rest of the crew would surely be at by now. 

“Because--I don’t know. Typically it’s frowned upon to be--in relation with your captain.” You said, turning back to face your captain who looked like he didn’t have a care in the world at that moment. It surprised you that this of all things was what he chose to be easygoing about. Especially since Buggy was not a very easygoing person. “People get restless when they think someone is getting special treatment over them.”

“But you’re not getting special treatment because you asked me not to give you special treatment.” He grabbed hold of your arm and pulled you flush against him. You sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist, letting his warmth seep into your skin. “Asked in a very convincing way that I believe should get more recognition.” He said with a wiggle of his eyebrows that had you rolling your eyes dramatically. You shoved him away playfully. 

“Fine. If you're not going to worry, I won’t worry.” Buggy pulled you back in, nibbling at your jaw. 

“If anyone gets restless, baby. You say the word and I’ll throw them overboard--have you sing a funeral song while I march them off the plank.” You hummed, loving the promise of torment for your sake. 

“Still want me to do a twirl for you, baby?” Buggy pulled away from you fast. 

“Please, songbird.” You smirked, allowing Buggy to spin you around like you were doing some sort of dance. Once you had finished your slow rotation, Buggy was pulling you right back in and kissing your lips in that fiery way he kissed you. A kiss you gave him right back, looping your arms around his neck to hold him closer, all but forgetting about the fancy restaurant and its host standing behind you. 

“You look very pretty tonight.” You murmured, running your fingers through his silken hair that he had allowed to flow free for the night. “Wish I could see your hair down more often.” His ears turned a dusted red at your compliments. A dusted red you knew the rest of his face would be had it not been for the make-up he had applied. 

“And you look very beautiful tonight. Like a true sea goddess.” He said, kissing your cheek which grew warm just as his under such compliments. You kissed his cheek right back as the sound of a distant clock tower chimed on the turning of the hour. Buggy’s eyes lit up in excitement as he pulled away, his hand finding yours before it could get too lonely. “And that means we are right on time for our reservation.” 

You latched onto his strong arm, wanting to keep as close to him as you could. It wasn’t every day you got to be with Buggy out in the open like this. To be able to hold his hand and kiss his cheeks without care of who was watching.

He guided you towards the nice restaurant behind you. A restaurant there was no way Buggy had gotten a reservation at. 

“Isn’t this place--I don’t know…too fancy for pirates?” You asked, looking over the gray stone building. Ivy had grown over the bottom half, framing the windows which glowed with a dim, warm light that seeped out of them. Warm light that the fairy lights, which had been woven into the ivy, shared. 

“They don’t care who you are as long as you’re paying,” Buggy said, gaining your eye again. “It’s a Baratie wanna-be. Opened two years after old Red-Leg’s place did.” He gave that funky laugh of his. “That old man would probably tear this place down if he knew it existed.” 

You agreed. From what Sanji had told you of his guardian, you knew it had been his dream to open that place. A dream he had fought tooth and nail to get, so it wouldn’t surprise you in the least if this place was brought to his attention, he would get just the tiniest bit mad.

“Heard the food’s still good. And I finally have a hot date to take with me to see if it's true.” Buggy grinned like a doofus, bopping you on the nose.

“So…this is a date, huh?” You asked in a teasing tone. One you used to keep the question light and humorous, so that, if the answer was no, you could brush it off with ease. 

A label still hadn’t been put on whatever the hell was going on between you two. A label that was never talked about because rejection hurt like a bitch. And even though whatever this situation was felt serious--real--you were in no mindset to get hurt again for a very, very long time. So, light and humorous it was.

“What else would it be, songbird? Gotta spoil you somehow since you won’t let me on my ship.” Giddiness rose in your chest. A date. A real one even. It almost had you giggling and kicking your feet like you were a love-sick teenager. 

“Consider me spoiled then.” You managed to get out sounding normal even though your thoughts were anything but. 

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The restaurant was beautiful. Warmly lit, crystal chandlers, ivy-wrapped pillars, gold-lined napkins, and even a grand stage Buggy told you would host a small band of musicians that night. It was all so lavish--expensive. 

One look at the menu nearly had you fainting in confirmation. 

“Buggy…spoiling me is one thing, but this is--this is too much. I don’t have enough berry for--” A detached hand came up to shush you. A hand you went to swat away like a fly had it not dodged your attack. 

“You won’t be paying, songbird. I have enough berry for the both of us.” You shook your head on a sigh, knee bouncing under the white-clothed table. You didn’t want him to spend that much on you--spend his hard-earned berry on you. You weren’t worth that much. Just as you were about to open your mouth to say as much, Buggy’s hand came up and shushed you once more. 

“Let me take care of you, songbird.” He said, a small smile pulling to his lips. One meant to ease your worries. “Let me be your rich man.” 

His words surprised you. Surprised you because he had remembered such an unimportant detail in the short, sad story that was your life. One you’d told him a month ago while sharing a warm bath--that he’d actually listened to. 

“Order what you want--anything you want.” He said, leaning in closer so he could flash you a cheesy smirk. “I want you to be so full you can hardly walk home.”  

You blinked at him--watched him carefully and saw that he meant it--that you weren’t being a burden to him. Saw that he was--excited to spoil you with this overly expensive food. You took his gloved hand and pulled it from your lips, placing a soft kiss to the bit of exposed wrist there. The show of affection had Buggy looking all so beautifully flustered. 

“Only if you carry me home.” Buggy covered his flusteredness with that cheesy smirk of his.

“And how would you like to be carried, my Magnificent Songbird.” You tapped your chin in dramatic thought. 

“Piggyback.” You allowed Buggy’s hand to reattach itself to his arm, though Buggy kept hold of your own hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. 

“Piggyback it is.” He said, sliding your menu closer to you, almost as if in challenge. And you were not one to back down from a good old-fashioned challenge--especially when the reward was your captain carrying you piggyback. 

You still felt horrid ordering as much as you did, but Buggy hardly batted an eye in worry. He oooed and ahhed at the things you ordered, licking his lips in dramatic hunger before ordering his own food. 

While you waited for all the food and drink you and Buggy had ordered, the lights dimmed further and a spotlight illuminated the grand stage at the back of the restaurant. You turned your head to see the band--no duo--make their way onto the stage, holding hands with one another and smiling brightly at everyone. You nearly fainted again. 

“No fucking way…” You breathed, whipping your head back around to face Buggy, who had been watching their entrance with a bit of judgment on his face. An entrance you knew hadn’t been flashy enough for him and therefore required judgment. His green-blue eyes softened when he looked back at you in all your breathtakeness. “Did you know who was performing tonight?” He shook his head.

“You know them?” Your mouth fell open as you turned back to watch the duo part ways, the woman taking her place at the piano, and the man taking his place just before it, violin in hand.

“Know them…” You breathed, quickly looking back to Buggy whose green-blue eyes were still glued to your features. “She’s my inspiration. I--she performed at our mayor's wedding when I was a kid. My mom was working it and was able to sneak me in to watch her from under one of the tables.” You said, craning your head back around just as she gave the audience a warm greeting, introducing herself and her husband. 

Your chair moved and you just hardly stopped yourself from making a startled noise before you disturbed everyone around you. Detached gloved hands gripped the back of your chair as they carefully dragged you over to their owner, who was moving his own chair to make space for you next to him. 

Once you stopped moving, his hands reattached and one found its way over your shoulders, pulling you close. 

“It’s not a front-row seat, but at least you won’t have a crick in your neck.” He said, poking at your neck with a smile. You smiled right back up at him, an excited noise you couldn’t help escaping you. With a quick kiss to his red, painted lips, you turned back to watch as her husband rested his violin between his shoulder and jaw, locking eyes with his wife on a nod. 

Fingers fluttered across keys and bow danced over string in a flowing, heart-wrenching harmony. In a soft, whispering back and forth as if lovers. A harmony that rose and fell as if on their very heartbeats. 

Silence fell and their breaths held before she began to sing. Light notes spilled from her lips, ones giving voice to the instruments in the musician's hands. Instruments that drifted upwards to greet her song. A song the two lovers had wept and cried to the audience through string and key. A song about lovers who could never be together because they belonged to opposite forces of nature. To the night sea, whose voice rang through the violin, and the morning air, whose voice rang through piano and its mistress’s song. 

It was one you knew by heart. One you had committed to memory. One your mother would sing to you before bed. 

The song came to a tearful close and you were the first to clap, Buggy joining quickly after you. 

“I know that song. You’ve sung it for me before.” Buggy said, pulling you back into him. You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder. You remembered. Back on the Going Merry. It was one of the songs you sang to help keep his mind off the torment those fishmen put him through. 

“She was good, but she doesn’t hold a candle to you.” You scoffed a laugh at him. 

You. Better than her. No. Never. She was a professional. Had gone through training. You were just--you.

“It’s why you’re the star of my next show and no one else.” Buggy whispered, placing a kiss to your temple as his hand ran up and down your arm. Goosebumps formed over your skin again as a warm, happy feeling filled your chest. One that had been stirring around in your chest for a while now. One that only stirred to live around Buggy. 

It was a feeling you were also quick to stomp down. To bury it back where it had come from…but tonight you let it simmer. Let it fester in a way you knew there was no coming back from. Because that feeling--it made you happy. Made you nestle into Buggy deeper to take in the scent of his new cologne and his natural musk, which sat just beneath it.

You’re food came halfway through the end of the next song and your mouth watered at the sight and smell of it all. It was food you had only ever tasted this fancy and carefully crafted while on board the Going Merry, though no food would ever be as good as Sanji’s cooking. 

You and Buggy devoured the meal before you, taking bits and pieces from each other dishes as well. You ate so much, you felt as if you had turned into a beach ball that would need to be rolled down the street. 

Buggy had grabbed the check before you could look at it, all but commanding you to watch the performance still happening on stage. You begrudgingly did, though it wouldn’t take much convincing to keep watching her as she sang song after song about love and heartbreak and everything in between. Songs you knew and songs you didn’t, which you were quick to try and remember. 

By the end of the night, you had tears in your eyes as the duo said their goodbyes and left backstage. It had been a dream come true to be able to see her perform like this--without worry about being caught and thrown out. Eating good food, while in the arms of someone you greatly enjoyed being around. 

Buggy stood and you followed him with a little groan, all the food you had eaten still having yet to fully digest. A mischievous smirk played on Buggy’s lips as he stopped you from walking towards the exit. 

“Hold on, songbird. Hop on.” He said gesturing towards his back.

“You’re going to carry in out of the restaurant?” You asked, looking about to see a few other couples leaving, neither of which being carried by the other. 

“That was part of our little deal. You order, I carry you. No walking done in between.”

“I don’t think that was ever a part of the deal.” 

“Oh, yes it was. Check the fine print, baby.” You huffed in amusement. A huff that turned into a laugh as you let yourself give into the silliness. Who was going to stop you? You’d already paid. 

“Kneel down a little, you're too tall.” You laughed, watching the clown do as he was told. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hopped on, Buggy taking your weight with an ease that had your cheeks warming. His arms wrapped around your thighs tight, holding you in place before he began all but sauntering out of there, leaving no room for people not to watch. 

Buggy was a showman by nature. It was one of the many things you liked about the man. 

You both waved to the hosts and waiters in a flashy manner, them watching you bug-eyed before you made it back into the night air. 

“That was really nice, Buggy. Thank you.” You said, placing a kiss to his warm cheek.

“Like I’ve said before, songbird. Anything for you.” That warm feeling only grew and you kissed him once more, resting your chin on his shoulder. “You know what, I think I’m ready for seconds.” Buggy mused, making you groan. 

“I couldn’t eat another bite, I’ll explode.” You saw the corner of his red-painted lips pull up just as a detached hand smacked you on the ass. 

“Baby, you won’t be doing the eating.” You felt your body burn at his words, but rolled your eyes in mock annoyance in show for him.

“You’re such a jackass.”

“I’m not wearing this.” You said, staring at yourself in the three-way mirror. A three-way mirror that was the only way to fully take in the monstrosity that was the costume you wore. 

The dress was all-consuming--like some cloud had physically manifested itself around your hips and legs. The only part of it you could possibly hope to like was the corset-like top, but even that was washed away by the white fathers after feathers that had been sewn into its fabric.

And by the gods the sheer amount of feathers sewn into the thing. Somehow Buggy’s seamster had collected enough feathers to cover such a massive outfit--collect enough to cover it and puff it up more than it originally had been, making you look like a giant, feather cover ball. 

He had wanted to strap equally as feathery and white wings to your back but you had refused. 

“Yes, you are.” Buggy’s voice sounded from behind you all too happily. You blinked his way in the mirror, the clown only smiling back at you. “It’s perfect.” You scoffed, collecting as much of the fabric as you could up in your arms, feathers tickling your nose, so that you could turn around and not trip. 

“You’ve lost your mind if you think this is perfect.” You hissed, letting the fabric go in a dramatic fashion. The seamster who was standing just off to the side seemed to grow very, very uncomfortable at your blunt words. At your blunt denial of your captain's wishes. 

You would act the loyal crew member until things such as this horrendous creation happened. Then, and only then, the act would drop. Buggy just brushed you off, seeming unbothered by your words.

“You’re right. It’s not perfect.” You gave a relieved huff through your nose, though the steamster seemed to grow only that much more uncomfortable. Because, if Buggy was agreeing with you, that this dress was not perfect, then that meant Buggy would have his head. 

“Thank--”

“It’s flashy. Magnificat. Only the best for my show.” You narrowed your eyes dangerously at the man, whose smile never once seemed to falter. You couldn’t tell if he was messing with you or if he was dead serious…though that look in his green-blue eyes seemed all too serious for your liking. “This is what they wear at the finest operas.” 

“I’m not an opera singer, Captain.” You hissed his title like an insult. “We aren’t at the opera. We are at the fucking circus!” Again he didn’t seem fazed by your outburst. No, he seemed to be enjoying it. 

“I think you should put the wings on. You are a singing songbird after all.” 

“I look like a prize-winning chicken ready for the chopping block.” You shot back quickly, trying to take a step forward only to practically trip over your skirts. You gave a roaring huff, collecting the feathery dress up in your arms once more to allow your legs free range to storm over to Buggy. To get close enough to him that your skirts swallowed his legs in its all-consuming mass. 

You fixed your captain with a daggered glare only for him to lean into it. Lean down close enough that you thought he might kiss you right in front of the seamster, who was sweating profusely at this point. Leaned so close you almost forgot what you were fighting about. 

“Prize-winning songbird, I think is what you meant to say.” And you were quickly reminded as to why you were arguing with him. Buggy gave that funky laugh of his at your annoyed reaction. 

“What if we are attacked during my act? How the hell do you propose I’m supposed to fight in this? I can’t even walk, let alone run.” Buggy waved it off. 

“You won’t have to fight. I’ll be there to make sure the show goes on without a hitch.” You blinked up at him. Blinked slowly and in that piercing manner you had learned to unnerve anyone under its gaze. And Buggy looked--like he wanted you to keep pushing him. Like he was arguing with you just so you would blink up at him in such a way. 

You stabbed a pointed finger into his chest, pushing him the slightest bit back. Buggy moved despite the weak nature of your push.

“I. Will. Not. Wear. This.” 

“But songbird, I love it. You’ll have to be more convincing.” You kept your face masked in your anger, pushing him back once more. He moved despite your push being the simplest of things.

“You know how convincing I can be, captain.” Excitement flashed in those green-blue eyes. An excitement that shimmered into that of a hungry need. This is what he had been getting under your skin for. 

Oh you were going to grab him. Grab him and pin him to the floor and fuck him--

“Hum…” The voice of the seamster said, snapping you from your thoughts that were rather quickly spirling in a dirty manner downward. You’d almost completely forgotten about the man. Buggy seemed to have forgotten too because his eyes narrowed in anger. “Captian Buggy, I can--” You both snapped your heads to stare daggers the seamster's way. 

“Get out!” Buggy shouted spurring the poor man into action.

“Yes, Captain. Sorry, Captain.” He rushed to say as he scurried towards the door. He fumbled with the handle, apologies continuing to fall from his lips before it swung open and he was rushing out. The door slammed shut behind him with one last apology, leaving his workroom in silence. 

“Yeesh. The help these days.” You snapped your gaze back onto him, taking in the sharp angle of his stubble-covered jaw. The make-up he had applied this morning--make-up you were this close to convincing him to let you do for him. The hat he wore with pride. You gave him a push that was anything but gentle, gaining those green-blue eyes back on you.

“You’re being an asshole.” You shot.

“I thought we already agreed that’s exactly what I am,” Buggy said, leaning right back in, that amusement at your annoyance still shinning bright on his features. “I’m thinking it needs more feathers--and glitter. Yes, lots of glitter.” 

“You’re not going to give it up, are you?” 

“Nope,” Buggy said giving the p a nice pop, his grin turning all the more mischievous. You pretended to give in with a little sigh and a downturn of the head. You brought your hands up to mess with one of the buckles around his waist that kept his shirt together. 

“Fine…” You sigh, sounding oh so crestfallen. Buggy paused before you, body tensing and breath freezing in his chest. You waited…

“…baby, are you upse--” And the bait had been taken. You grabbed him, his words melding into that of a sharp yelp as you manhandled him to the ground where your dress all but ate him. A dress that poofed up and tickled at your nose and mouth in an aggravating way. 

You gave a huff in your frustration, shoved and pulling the dress away until the upper part of Buggy’s body was revealed, face pulled up in shock and arms splayed out to the side. His captain's hat had been knocked off in your rough handling of him, now missing amongst the void that was the endless ruffles and layers of your dress. 

“I thought--I thought I was going to die in there.” He spoke dramatically like his life had truly been in danger. You rolled your eyes as you threw a leg over him to straddle his waist.

“It’s a hazard. Going to get someone hurt.” You said, reaching your hands down to try and grab for his belt, but found it just out of your reach thanks to the pile of feathers strapped to you. Another frustrated noise rumbled out of your throat. “I can’t even fuck you the way I want to fuck you in it.” 

“Maybe you’re not trying hard enough,” Buggy said, that smirk of his returning. 

That had not been the response you had wished for. You had not wished for a challenge. A challenge you now couldn’t back down from. You blinked narrowly down at him. Blinked in that slow, piercing manner of yours as you leaned down as far as the dress would allow, making the tips of Buggy’s ears turn red. 

“Unbuckle your pants. Right now.” You all but hissed, one of those little whimpers spilling from Buggy’s lips. 

“Yes, ma’am.” He breathed, hands detaching from their wrists and disappearing under your dress. You felt them reappear against your thighs, giving them tight little squeezes as he traveled downward. Touches that had you humming in liking and reaching down to trace his painted lips with your fingers. 

His touches left you only so he could do as he was told, his buckle coming undone and his cock freed with a little breath of air. You felt a hand move along your inner thigh, causing goosebumps to form over your skin as a shiver ran up your spine. A shiver that turned burning when that hand came to rest on your pelvic bone, a finger sliding over the slit of your covered pussy. A finger that pressed just that much more firmly when passing over your clit. 

A pathetic little whine escaped your lips as you grabbed at the orange-gold cravat around Buggy’s neck with a sharp pull. That smirk of his turned smug, loving his teasing of you. 

“Buggy.” You warned. A warning that turned wobbly as his finger found you clit again. Found it and stayed, dealing it stuck delicious attention that burned through you. “You better be trying to find the best seam to use to tear my underwear off.” 

“Songbird.” He purred lowly, his finger rubbing body buzzing circles around you clit. Your grip on his cravat tightened. “And ruin the pair I just bought you? I’m an asshole but I’m not that big of an asshole.” You gave a threatening frustrated sound, yanking Buggy’s face closer to you. That smugness never once leaving his face. 

“I thought we agreed you were the biggest asshole.” Buggy chuckled as his green-blue eyes snagged on your lips. 

“I think you’ve forgotten how to speak to your captain.” He said, stopping his teasing altogether. It was an absence that further grew your frustrations. “Say pretty please.” 

“Please let me fuck you for being such a horrid asshole.” 

“I’ve punished people for less, songbird.” He said, voice taking on an edge of danger. An edge that made your stomach twist in such a fun little way. “I said a pretty please.” You whined in your neediness. 

“Pretty please.” Buggy finger started up its tortuous circling of your clit once more. “Pretty please let me fuck you, captain.”

“See. That wasn’t too hard, baby.” 

“Captain--” You begged, needing to have him inside you. Needing to end the teasing and release the frustration that had built up inside you. Buggy chuckled wickedly again, his fingers moved away from your clit so that he could pull your underwear to the side, exposing your burning pussy to the chill air. You moaned his name lowly as he ran the tip of his cock through your dripping folds.

When Buggy’s cock found your entrance, you wasted no time as you sunk yourself down onto him. Sunk fast and sharp so he didn’t have a chance to tease you further, earning yourself a glorious little whimper from your captain. 

The pace you set was fast and brutal, fucking your annoyances and frustrations about the dress weighing you down into your captain. A dress whose fabric slipped from the arm you had been holding it back with, crushing into Buggy like some white, feathery wave. 

He gave a high-pitched curse as the fabric engulfed him once more. A curse that had you halting your pleasure-seeking movements as an uncontrollable laugh fell from your panting lips. 

“Ar--are you okay?” You laughed, grabbing at the fabric to try and save him from suffocation. Those detached hands came around and slapped you on the ass, making you give a little squawking yelp. 

“Keep going, baby.” He said, his voice muffled under your dress. “A little bit of frill isn’t going to kill me. You stopping is.” His hands gave your ass a tight squeeze that spurred you back into motion. Buggy’s moans and whines and strings of incoherent words loud enough to cut through the denseness of your dress, floating around in your ears like the sweetest kind of music. 

 That familiar build began to collect in your stomach, one that spread through your legs and made them shake from the need for release. You paused for little more than a second to reposition yourself, placing your hands behind you on Buggy’s thighs to give your legs a rest. 

“Baby--” You panted, your hips coming down onto his own as he thrust up into you.

“F-fuck--yes, baby?”

“Touch my clit--please, please, please touch my clit.” You begged, the muscles in his thighs flexing against your palms as he moved under you. 

“Yes--yes, yes, of course, songbird.” He said as one of his warm, gloved hands left your ass and came back around to give your clit the attention it cryingly begged for. A cry that was mimicked by your voice as you felt that lovely build in your stomach deepen. Deepen and spread through your body like wildfire. 

Your heart beat frantically against your ribs in your absolute bliss. A beat that mixed and melded with that warm, happy feeling you had been unable to stomp back into its cage since your first date night with your captain. A warm feeling that only amplified how Buggy was making you feel, thrusting up into you, trying his hardest to keep up the pace you had set. 

“F-fuck. Songbird, I’m gonna come.” Buggy panted, making you nod your head despite him being unable to see it, closing your eyes against the bliss he continued to pull from you. 

“Come for me, captain--make me feel so good.” You panted back. His fingers keep making circles around your clit as he slammed his hips home, driving his cock deep within you as he spilled his hot come into you. The walls of your pussy fluttered around him as you drew closer to your own release, all but milking him for all he had.

“Oh gods--oh fuck, baby--” You whimpered out as lighting zapped through your nerves and sent you coming undone around Buggy’s slowly soften cock still inside you. The clown panted out your name lowly as you slumped over, letting yourself fall to the floor next to the clown, his cock slipping out of you in a way that sent a shiver up your spine. 

Buggy’s hands were flying out from under your dress and shoving all the frills and feathers away from his face so that his green-blue eyes could look into yours. Eyes so beautiful and lust fogged they nearly stole the breath from your lungs. 

You scooted closer to him only for something to poke you in the leg. Something you struggled to reach for and, when revealing with a little dramatic ta-da from you, had Buggy laughing that funky laugh of his at the sight. 

It was his orange and blue tasseled hat, which you had been fully convinced had disappeared from this plane of existence through some portal hidden within the void strapped onto you. 

“That fucking dress is going to end up eating someone and not giving them back.” Buggy laughed as you placed the hat beside him, resting your head in your hand so you could look down over his face. And such a face it was. One that had you waking up excited to see it’s grogginess in the morning. One you looked for throughout the day just to catch a glimpse. 

“So have I convinced you of a redesign?” You asked, running gentle fingers over his cheek and temple and eyelid. Buggy rolled his eyes as he grabbed you around the waist so he could pull you closer to him.

“You are a master negotiator.” You rolled your own eyes as a high laugh cut from your throat. 

“Just for you, baby.” You leaned down to claim Buggy’s painted lips against you. Painted lips that had that warm, fluttery feeling fill your chest once more. “Buggy,” You said, pulling away just enough to look into those green-blue eyes of his. 

“Yes, songbird?” He asked, running his fingers over the skin of your arm, which you let rest on his chest, in slow circles. 

“You know…I like being here. On this ship. With this crew. With you…” His eyes widened the slightest bit. Eyes that flashed with that new, warm look you had seen here and there flashed in them. A look that quickly was replaced by a million and one other feeling you could hardly keep up with. “I just--I wanted to let you know that.” Buggy smiled. A soft little smile as he pulled you back in to kiss your lips just as softly. 

“I like you here too. On my ship. With my crew…with me.” You giggled like you were a teenager again and kissed his cheek. 

“Good. Now. Let's talk about this beast of a dress.” Buggy sighed dramatically, letting his head flop onto the floor. 

“Fine. But we’re keeping the color. I like you in white.”