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It was finally late enough to make your move. You waited until deep in the night - nearly early morning really - when barely anyone would be awake. And if someone was still conscious, they were definitely not alert. With the full moon softly lighting the way, you slipped out of town and made your way to the docks.

For a long time you felt like you’ve outgrown this place - that you no longer fit. There wasn’t any particular reason or event that made you feel this way, at least not that you could think of. One day, you realized this is not where you belong, and as hard as you tried to ignore that thought, you couldn’t help but feel jealousy and longing whenever you looked at the horizon.

Now that you were here at the docks and finally ready to leave, you felt the excitement (with a twinge of anxiety) bubbling in your stomach. The gentle splashing of the waves, deep creaks and groans emanating from the ships, and the smell of the salty ocean air were things you’ve experienced before, but now they felt new and full of promises.

As sure as you were that no one should be awake now, you couldn’t be completely certain. With a brief glance back at the town - your hometown - you gave a small nod goodbye and quietly climbed aboard a ship. To be honest with yourself, while you had thought about leaving for quite some time, this wasn’t a fully formed plan. It was barely even half-baked. More like lukewarm. But it was simple: Grab your things, sneak onto a ship, hide, and sneak off at the next stop. It didn’t matter which ship you were on, as long as it took you away from here.

Maybe if you knew what was in your future, you would have given more thought to this plan.

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Once on the ship, you slinked your way below deck and found what looked like a storeroom. While you had grown up in a port town and had been on ships before, it was really luck that you were able to find a storeroom so quickly. Once inside, you surveyed the room and what it contained. Thankfully, there was a small window which let in enough moonlight to just barely illuminate the room. It was decently sized and pretty messy, which worked in your favor. You see towers of boxes and crates in a far corner and decide that’s a good place to hole up.

Carefully, you maneuvered your way around various barrels, crates, boxes, and sacks of who knows what. When you finally got to the corner, you cleared a little area for yourself. Then you had a great idea to make a few other hiding spots nearby, just in case someone did come in. That way you could move around and stay out of sight. When you were satisfied with your work, you settled down to sleep. You curled up, hugged your bag, and let the exhaustion take over.

“I don’t think this belongs here. What do you think?” A deep voice jolted you awake. Sunlight flooded the room, stinging your eyes. You stayed in the fetal position, frozen and unsure what to do.

“We should move it. How did you even find that in here?” Another voice responded and it sounded close. Your heart was pounding wildly, telling you to move to another spot, as quickly and quietly as possible. You carefully roll onto your hands and knees, ready to crawl away from this mess.

“It was snoring,” the first voice retorted, almost lazily. Your heart sank as you processed those words. Before you could make another move - you didn’t even have time to decide between running, fighting, or begging for forgiveness - you felt a hit to the head and fell into darkness.

The next time you opened your eyes, you were somewhere else. Somewhere darker, damper, and dirtier. The pressure in your head was unbearable, with pain emanating from the back of your skull. You gently press your palms into your eyes, trying to ease the pain. As you moved your arms out of the blanket covering you, you realized that you were not wearing the clothes you had on earlier. In fact, you weren't wearing anything but your underwear. You felt tears begin to well in your eyes as dread filled your body. This was such a stupid fucking idea. A stupid, dangerous, dumb fucking idea.

You tried to take a deep breath, but it was more of a stuttering gasp. For some reason, that was the final frustrating straw and hot tears leaked out. You put more pressure on your eyes, as if you were trying to stop the tears or push them back in. A nearby sigh grabbed your attention. This time, instead of fear paralyzing you, it’s shame and remorse. Once again, you were completely unaware that someone was watching you.

You rub your tear stained hands on your face, attempting to wipe away your tears and clear your face. As carefully as you tried to sit up slowly, the movement caused your head to ache terribly. A gasp of pain slipped out, which you tried to mask as a deep breath. You desperately clutched the blanket to your chest, trying to keep yourself covered.

You turned to where the sigh came from and saw bars. A jail cell. You’re in a jail cell. And on the other side of the bars was the notorious clown pirate, Captain Buggy. Your stomach flipped. This ship was the Big Top. Of all the ships you could have picked to stowaway on, sure a pirate shop was a possibility. But you didn’t consider that the ship you picked would belong to the infamous Star Clown himself. Mentally, you kicked yourself for not paying more attention. It should have been obvious that this was the Big Top before you climbed on, but you were too excited to start your new journey. This shitty journey.

“Are you seriously crying?” the clown asked, almost mockingly. You blinked away the few remaining tears and wiped your face again. He crouched down, causing the bottom of his long orange coat to touch the floor. Buggy tilted his head to the side, as if waiting for an answer. What you think are blue tassels on his hat sway with the movement. Despite the garish grin painted on his face, he didn’t look happy.

“You broke into my ship,” he said slowly, “touched my things, got caught, and have the nerve to cry?” You could just barely see a glint in his eyes. “Who do you think the real victim is in this story?” Finally, he breaks into a grin, as if he’s telling a joke.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t know it was your ship, I-”

“Bullshit. Everyone knows about the Big Top, manned by the Buggy Pirates and the real star of the show, Captain Buggy,” he interrupted. His voice sounded so loud compared to your whisper.

“I didn’t know,” you repeated, frantically. “I just wanted to leave, to get away.”

This time, Buggy didn’t say anything and he just stared at you. Nervously, you adjusted the blanket to make sure you were still covered. You watched his eyes flick down, attracted by the movement.

“Where are my things?” you asked quietly.

“We took ‘em. We’re pirates, of course,” he responded, winking at you. “I had to make sure you weren’t a danger to me or my crew,” Buggy explained as he gestured towards you.

“So...you took my clothes?”

Buggy shrugged. The answer seemed obvious to him. “What’s your name?”

You glared at him, failing to hide the annoyance bubbling inside your chest. “Listen, I didn’t mean to do this. Just let me off at the next port and I’ll be out of your hair,” you said, looking away from him.

SLAM! Buggy slapped his hand against the cell door. You jumped, startled by the sound, but refused to look at him again. “What is your name,” he shouted. This time it doesn’t sound like a question.

“...YN,” you say, just wanting this to be over. Buggy repeats your name and you can hear a smile in his voice. This smile sounded a little different, a little more enticing. You listened to him stand back up, which gave you hope that this interaction was almost done.

“Well, YN, we aren’t stopping at another port for a while, so you’re stuck here. More like imprisoned here,” he giggles. “But listen, I can be a nice guy. I like to make people happy,” he continues, “maybe if you aren’t a shithead burden the whole time, maybe I’ll think about releasing you at the next port.”

You felt your heart flutter at the prospect. You knew you shouldn’t trust a pirate’s word, but you wanted something to hope for.

“That is, if you don’t decide to join my crew before then.” With that, you heard Buggy walk away, his footsteps fading away into silence.

In the remaining quiet, you curled up and gave in to the sadness, fear, and uncertainty swirling in your body, letting them come out as heavy tears and silent sobs. Among all this turmoil, a part of you kept thinking about how that pirate said your name. And how he looked at you with those eyes. Those green eyes.

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Back and forth movement from the rough sea brought you back to consciousness. You must have passed out at some point, too drained and worn out from the recent events. A sharp and stinging pain still resided in your head - a mix from the blow to the head and dehydration from crying for so long. At this point, you felt like an empty shell. As if all the tears and sobs you released last night contained your essence, escaping this awful predicament.

Near the cell door you noticed a tray of food and a small cup. No one was nearby, so this must have been delivered while you were asleep. You rolled your eyes, by this point it was like a sick and twisted joke. If only you knew you were such a deep sleeper 24 hours ago. The tray held meager offerings. There was a bread heel soaking up the grease from the sloppy mix next to it. Gingerly, you picked up the bread and took a bite. It was okay. You used the bread to scoop up the rest of the food, which turned out to be overcooked vegetables and gravy. It wasn’t a lot, but there was enough to fill your stomach and calm some of the pain in your head. You washed away the greasy feeling in your throat with the cup of water.

Staring at the empty containers, you wondered if you could do anything with them. They didn’t seem sturdy enough to be weapons, but maybe you could move them deeper into the cell and lure an unsuspecting person inside where you would… What? Attack them and escape? Another plan that wouldn’t work. There was nowhere for you to go even if you did slip out of the cell. You roughly shoved the tray towards the door of the cell, not wanting anyone anywhere close to you. Leaning against the far wall of the cell, you sighed and blinked away the tears of frustration that tickled your eyes.

Hours passed. After a certain point, you were stuck in the middle of being awake and dozing off. Not fully one or the other. Approaching footsteps pushed away the drowsiness. You made sure you were curled up behind the dingy blanket and waited.

“Hello! You’re awake this time,” said a gleeful voice. It was that clown again. Seeing his flashy outfit and his painted face with the obnoxious grin caused you to cringe. Your chest ached in fear. At least, it felt like fear. Despite the bright red nose on his face, your eyes immediately found his and you stared in silence.

“Ooh, trying to be tough? Bold choice for someone like you,” he continued. Buggy pulled out some keys and unlocked the cell door. “It’s hard to be intimidating when you have nothing to hide behind,” the pirate said, while nodding his head in mock sympathy. He walked into the cell and crouched in front of you. Your eyes darted to the cell door, which was left open. Even if you wanted to try and escape, he took up so much room that it would be impossible to get by him without being caught. In the corner of your eyesight, you saw Buggy raise his brows in amusement, as if he could read your mind.

“Have you thought about what I said? It was a scheduling nightmare making sure you got fed this morning. A burden.” How could he make this sound so casual but so threatening? “If you join my crew, then you don’t have to stay here,” he gestured around. “It’s gross and wet. If it were up to me - well, it is, since I’m the captain, but still - the brig would be gross and dry. Then it wouldn’t smell so bad,” he chuckled.

He was too close, but there was nowhere for you to go. So all you could do was avoid his gaze and wait for this to end.

“YN,” Buggy said. You lowered your eyes, but still didn’t look at him. He let out a dramatic sigh and reached out to grab your chin. Even though he was forcing you to face him, you still didn’t let your eyes meet his. That is, until you felt his thumb graze your bottom lip. The fabric of his glove felt so dry against your dehydrated lips and the contact caused you to part your lips without thinking.

“That’s it,” he said softly, when your eyes finally met. You saw that mysterious sparkle in his eyes, enhanced by his grin. “You should really look at someone when they’re talking to you.”

You could feel the blood rushing to your face as he gently pulled down on your bottom lip. Buggy’s eyes flitted between matching your gaze and your mouth. He tilted your chin up more and trailed his hand down your neck. His eyes narrowed as he contemplated a thought. Then, you felt him place light pressure on your throat causing your heart to pound wildly. Panicked breaths escaped your mouth. You wanted to pull his hands away, to push him off you, to do something, but your body wouldn’t move. All you could do was watch his face and you could swear his pupils dilated when your breathing got louder.

You tried to say something, but nothing would come out. Uncertainty had frozen the words you wanted to say. All you could do was silently mouth his name. Buggy noticed. He added a little more pressure to your throat as a curious glint danced in his eyes. You could still breathe, but it was uncomfortable.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” he asked softly. The sound of his voice made you flush again. You could feel the heat all through your body at this point. This was a game to him. A game you were supposed to play.

Your brows crinkled as you tried again, but it came out as barely a whisper. Between his hand on your neck and the tightness in your chest, you felt like you couldn’t breathe enough to speak any louder. Finally, you felt the pressure release and you took a shaky breath. It was almost unnoticeable, but the sound caused Buggy to inhale sharply.

“You’re going to have to speak up if you want me to hear you,” Buggy said plainly, like it was the easiest thing in the world. You would have rolled your eyes if you weren’t afraid to look away again. 

The pirate brought his hand to his mouth, where he gently bit the fingertips of his glove and pulled it off. He flashed a wink, as if this was some sort of magic trick. That time, you couldn’t refrain from rolling your eyes, making Buggy chuckle in amusement.

With his bare hand, Buggy tugged at the blanket covering you and uncovered your torso. Advancing to the next level of the game. You tried to stay covered, but you could tell he wouldn’t care if it ripped and the blanket was the only comfort you had here. He lightly traced your skin, as if he were afraid to really touch you. The sensation felt like electricity and made you feel extra aware of how exposed you were. Nerves and the cool air gave you shivers and you felt your nipples harden. You squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment and another feeling you couldn't name. If you were still watching Buggy’s face, you would have seen how hungrily he stared at your chest.

Buggy slid his hand over your breast, enjoying how your hard nipple felt in the palm of his hand. He squeezed tightly and caused you to gasp, which only served to spur him on. Buggy’s rough hand pawed at your breast, massaging, and kneading it aggressively, drinking in the sounds of your deep breathing.

All of a sudden, he stopped and removed his hand, taking the warmth with it. You turned and looked at him, wondering what was next. You were greeted by his eyes, dark with lust. Once again, he grabbed your chin and thumbed your bottom lip. He gently pressed his thumb against your mouth, which opened softly.

“Lick,” he commanded. You obeyed, the sound of that singular word creating conflicting emotions to course through your body. You suddenly became aware of how much heat had settled down low, in your core.

Buggy took his wet thumb and rubbed it on your nipple in gentle circles. Once he was satisfied, he moved his hand away and lightly blew on your chest, creating a cold breeze against your nipple. The sensation caused your nipple to reharden and you inhaled sharply, although it sounded more like a moan. You could see how that sound excited the pirate captain, who took the opportunity to pinch your nipple. This time you did let out a moan, unsure if it was entirely involuntary.

Buggy greedily looked at your face and pinched your nipple again, wanting to savor the face you made with that intoxicating sound. You were prepared and stifled the moan, only letting it come out more like a hum. He liked it, but not as much.

He tweaked your nipple again, this time pulling it harder. As he did, Buggy let out a soft, “ah,” causing you to moan loudly at the enjoyable pain and the sound of his voice.

Buggy let out a clownish chuckle. “I told you, you have to be louder if you want me to hear you.” Again, he pinched and let out a breathy whisper, enjoying the moan you let out in response. He liked how your breast looked whenever he pinched your nipple and pulled. The way your breast lifted slightly, before bouncing back down when he let go. More than that, he loved hearing how it made you feel.

After assaulting your nipple with more pinches and twists, Buggy went back to groping your whole breast. His breath was ragged and his movements were becoming roughing and less retrained. Once more, he brought his hand to your chin. This time, he didn’t grab it. He simply placed a finger under your chin and waited for you to turn your face to his. Reluctantly, you looked at him, unsure if you were ashamed about what happened or embarrassed about enjoying it. Fuck, he liked that look on your face.

“YN,” he said, making your heart flutter. “Do you want me to keep going?”

You were confused and didn’t answer. Why was he asking this now, after all he’s done? What answer should you give?

“I’m going to stop, unless you tell me to continue,” Buggy continued, his breath shaky. His eyes were locked onto yours with such intensity.

After a few seconds of silence, Buggy nodded and pulled away. “I guess that answers that.” He stood up, getting ready to leave. You felt so small compared to him now.

Buggy walked away and locked the cell door again. “I may be a pirate with a reputation, but I do have morals,” he said. He almost sounded sad.

You watched as he adjusted his pants, gave you a final wink, and walked away. When you were alone, you gently touched your lips, remembering the feel of his hand against your mouth. And the sound of his voice in your head.

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You were confused. What game was that clown playing and why were you a part of it? Did he want you to use your body to buy safe passage? That thought made you feel angry and sick. But…you might have liked it. You shook your head. There was no way you were going to become depraved enough to barter with Buggy through his twisted game, let alone become a pirate.

Staring down at your blanket, you had an idea. It was pretty ragged and threadbare. With careful destruction, you were able to tear a few strips and tie the blanket into a dress to cover your body. Even better, you didn’t rip off too much, so you could still use it as a blanket, if needed. This wasn’t high couture, but at least it offered you a little more protection. For once, you felt like you had some control in this wild experience.

Later on you heard footsteps approach again. They sounded different than last time, but you weren’t sure. This time, you stood in the corner of the cell, fists up and ready to fight. Instead of Buggy, another crew member appeared with a tray of food.

“Oho, awake and ready to roll!,” he laughed. “Well, fighter, keep your distance while I drop this off.”

You dropped your arms, thankful it wasn’t that ridiculous clown again. Eyeing the new tray of food, it looked like the same thing you got earlier.

“Hey…is it possible to get more water?” You licked your dry lips. It was unlikely, but it couldn’t hurt to ask. 

“Sorry, sweetheart, you get the prisoner size,” although he didn’t sound sorry. Before turning away, he looked you over. “Say, is that the blanket?” He pointed at you in general.

“Yeah, I was tired of having nothing to wear,” you said, trying to be nonchalant. “I could have done better if I had a needle and some thread, though.”

“So you know how to sew?” The crew member turned to face you in full again. You nodded and he continued, “one of my favorite shirts has a rip here..” He gestured towards his shoulder. “If..if I get you supplies, could you fix it for me?” 

“I, uh, would probably need another cup of water. To help with the sewing, of course.”

“Hm, I could probably swing that.” Smiling like a school boy, the pirate let you know that he’d come back later with the shirt, sewing notions, and your refreshment.

“Thanks…” he trailed off.

“YN,” you offered.

“Thanks, YN. I’m Detri.” With that, Detri left quickly. He had spent too much time talking to you and still needed to carve out some time to come by again later.

As you settled down to eat the food he brought, you hoped that this would work out in your favor.

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Every sound had you on edge. The creaking of the wooden structure, the waves slapping the side of the ship, the distant sounds of talking and raucous laughter. Every so often, you could hear one particular voice more clearly than the others, which made your chest ache. You weren’t sure if you were anxious because of dread or desire over a certain sound. Thinking about your deal with Detri, you hoped that he would come back soon. Mending a shirt would give you something else to think about, rather than letting that psychotic clown consume your thoughts.
You realized that even when Detri did come by, you wouldn’t be able to tell if it was him until it was too late. You close your eyes and let out a disappointed sigh, knowing you couldn’t let go of these nerves yet.

Eventually, Detri return to the cell and, surprisingly, you had a hunch it was him. The footsteps were slow and sounded soft, as if the person was tiptoeing. Buggy was too pompous to sneak down here. He’d probably swagger in with a witty remark and wait for laughter. What a clown. While imagining that scene filled you with frustration, a small part of you wanted it to happen, to see him again.

You pushed those thoughts away as Detri passed his shirt and a small cigar box through the bars. You looked at him expectantly.

“Uh-uh, no payment unless you do a good job,” he said while pointing at his shirt.

“That’s fair,” you mumble. You open the cigar box to see what you were working with. Just the basics: 3 spools of thread in red, white, and black, and a pin cushion with a few pins and needles. Next, you assessed the shirt. White linen with a tear just below the shoulder seam. You looked at Detri quizzically. “I thought the shoulder was ripped?”

“No,” he grumbled, “was a rogue throwing knife.” He shifted his weight, clearly still ticked off at whoever threw the knife.

You nod in understanding and explain that you could fix the shirt, but the repair would be visible. Detri agreed ecstatically, just happy to have his favorite shirt look presentable again.

A sincere smile crept onto your face and your eyes softened. Here was a pirate from the infamous Buggy Pirates, a crew so bold and ferocious. Yet this rugged sailor was keen to look put together. Guess you can’t judge a book by it’s cover. Buggy’s face flashed in your mind alongside that thought, and disappeared just as quickly.

Since it was a small repair, Detri hung around, figuring he could bring you the extra water tomorrow with your first meal. After a few short minutes, the rip was replaced with a simple but strong repair. You bite the thread to break it and pass the shirt back to Detri, who admires your handiwork. You see his face light up and you feel pride in making him so happy. As you hand back the cigar box, you tighten your grip at the last second.

“Detri, there, uh, aren’t more things you need fixed, are there..?” you stammer. It was nice to have something to do.

“Sorry little lady, I’ve steered clear of the throwing knives after this incident.” He tugs at the box before pausing. In his other hand, he absent-mindedly rubs the tear you fixed. “Although…I’m sure a few of the lads need some fixes…” Detri pushes the box back to you. “Tell you what, hold on to this. I’ll ask around and see what I can grab in the morning.”

Gleefully, you snatched the box back and bid Detri a good night.

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The next morning, a loud knock followed by hasty footsteps woke you up. Your heart leapt in your chest as you tried to rub the sleep from your eyes, unsure who was coming. Detri came into view, wearing a familiar white shirt and struggling to balance a bundle of mismatched fabric and your tray of food.

You jumped to your feet, wanting to help, despite the bars in the way. Detri leaned against the bars, pushing the clothes towards you. Counting as you pulled them through the bars, you added up 4 shirts and 3 pants. Once the clothes were out of his hands, Detri opened the door and slipped the tray inside, before locking back up. You squinted at the tray and noticed that the water cup was twice as big. Tossing the clothes aside, you grabbed the cup and chugged. It wasn’t the freshest water, but it was clean enough and delicious.

“That ain’t all that needs repairing, but I wouldn’t have been able to bring down a whole laundry cart,” the pirate guffawed at the mental imagery. “Once the crew saw your work here,” he shimmies his shoulder, “they all had things that needed fixing.”

“Thanks, Detri,” you said breathlessly, still catching your breath after chugging your drink.

“I was able to find an extra shirt and pants for you, YN,” Detri continued. “Figured you’d like something besides that lacy number. Best part is, you don’t need to fix your own clothes.”

You blushed and thanked him. Maybe real clothes will be better protection from roaming hands. You felt a heat course through your body at the thought. Pushing those thoughts aside, you make a plan with Detri about how long you’ll need and when he can bring more. You also ask for any spare fabric he might be able to find. You weren’t the best seamstress and there was definitely bound to be damage that you would need to patch.

And so, this is how the next few days passed. Detri would come by twice a day to pick up the work you finished, and to deliver food, water, and more ragged clothes in need of a tender hand. Eventually, you weren’t jumpy with every sound. Even incoming footsteps weren’t alarming, since Detri would knock once before approaching. Although you had a visitor every day and something to occupy your mind and your hands, a part of you felt lonely. That isolation more intense when you could hear a certain voice shouting and laughing in the distance.

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One evening, Detri didn’t come alone. You were taking a nap after finishing the repairs for the day and the sound of the cell door clanging open is what finally brought you back to consciousness. Sitting up, you saw Detri and another stern looking pirate standing in your cell.

“YN, I hear you’ve been managing a little business down here…” the second visitor said. “It’s becoming a disruption.”

You looked at Detri, who was staring at his feet. “I-I’m sorry, I-”

The other pirate shook his head, stopping your apology in its tracks. “This isn’t working. Detri is a hard worker and we can’t have him spending hours running errands for you.”

You felt tears welling in your eyes, full of fear of losing the one thing that was giving you meaning in this hellhole. Not to mention getting Detri in trouble. Sure, he went along with this, but you didn’t want to see him get in trouble.

“We’re moving your operations to another room, YN, where you’ll have more room to work and the crew can drop off their own shit instead of passing it off to one of our few competent crew members.”

Your head flew up to see Detri giving you a cheeky grin. That bastard was in on this! You jumped to your feet in excitement, thrilled to be out of this dingy place.

The bossy pirate gestured towards with his head, prompting Detri to step forwards and cuff your hands and your feet. He grabbed the clothes you finished repairing during the day and put his other hand on the back of your shoulder. You followed the other pirate out of the cell and through passages within the ship, with Detri escorting from behind.

Finally, you made it to a room. On the outside of the door is a basket It’s relatively small, but much bigger than your previous accommodations. And cleaner! Your eyes drifted over the contents of the room: a small window, a bed, a large basket, and a desk with a chair.

“Detri, you can take it from here. I have other business to deal with,” the other pirate clapped Detri on the shoulder, handed him something, and departed, without a second look at you.

Incredulous, you turned to the surprisingly kind pirate standing with you. “Detri,” you said with excitement, emphasizing each syllable.

He spread his arms, motioning to the whole room, with a big grin on his face. “There are more sewing things inside the desk,” he says as slapped the corner of the wooden desk. “The crew can drop off and pick up their clothes throughout the day. The basket is for drop offs, and you can put the repaired clothes on the desk.”

He looked at you for a second before continuing, “That reminds me, YN, you do have to keep the cuffs on the whole time. In fact…” He grabbed the item the other pirate handed off, which was a long chain. Detri locked a portion of the chain snuggly around your waist, before attaching the other end to a latch on the wall. He explained that it wasn’t long enough for you to leave the room, which was fair.

“But,” he continued, “it is long enough to go in there.” He pointed at a door that you overlooked earlier.

You walked over, making sure the chain didn’t get caught on furniture. Opening the door you were blindsided to see a small but functional bathroom. A toilet, a small sink, and even a shower head. You spun around to face Detri again, in shock.

“Is this real? I can stay in here?” you asked with disbelief soaking through every word.

“I’ll be honest, YN, I’m not sure how it worked out so well.” Detri rubbed the back of his head, a look of confusion creeping onto his face. “When leadership found out what was going on, I thought that was the end of our deal. Turns out they realized you were doing something useful. I guess you have someone looking out for you…”

You felt a fluttering in your chest. Maybe you could have made an educated guess, but you weren’t ready to entertain those thoughts. You were still a prisoner here, and at the mercy of pirates. Even if some of them had nice qualities.

“Whatever the reason, I…I do appreciate this,” you admit.

Detri smiled at you softly, understanding your conflict about being in this position.

“I’ll lock the door on the way out. It’ll be unlocked between your meals for the day, so the crew can stop by when they have time. Goodnight, YN.”

“Goodnight, Detri.”

You listened to the loud clink as the door was locked and you were finally alone again. You took a deep breath, relishing in the stillness. After collecting your thoughts, you walked over to the bed and saw a change of clothes and a towel on top of the blankets. Seeing those items helped you decide that a shower before bed would be the perfect end to the day. You could also use this opportunity to wash the clothes Detri gave you a few days ago.

In the shower was a rag and a small container that you assumed to be soap. It smelt like ginger. Turning on the water, you received another surprise that the water was lukewarm, as if it had been heated by the sun all day.

You stepped under the streaming water and let it envelope your body. Letting it wash away the dirt, grime, shame, fear, and stress, even if temporarily. Afraid that the warm water would run out, you began cleaning yourself. Soaping up the rag, you scrubbed your body. The rag was a little too rough, but there’s nothing wrong with some extra exfoliation. The soap was gentle enough to wash your scalp. The warm smell of ginger took over the whole room. After washing your body, you washed off the dirty shirt and pants you were wearing earlier, taking care to clean them until the water rinsed clear.

When you were done, you dried off with the towel, wincing when it ran over the tender areas you scrubbed too hard in the shower. You found a place to drape the wet clothes so they could dry overnight, then went over to the bed and changed into the fresh clothes.

The room felt a little cool after being in the humid bathroom. Between the change in temperature and tenderness from your vigorous cleaning, you felt a chill course through your body. It reminded you of the last time you saw Buggy. Of how flushed you got, how tender your breast was afterwards, and how warm his hand was… A breath got caught in your throat. You put a hand on your chest, trying to soothe your nerves. Absent-mindedly, your hand drifted up to your neck. You paused. It had been scary, but also a little thrilling. You hated admitting that, but it was true. Looking toward the door, you were thankful it was locked, although part of you wondered who all had keys to this room.

You shook your head, trying to clear these confusing thoughts. For the first time in a while, you were clean and finally felt some hope again. You turned off the lights and climbed into bed, drifting off to sleep on an ocean of blue and green.

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The next morning you awoke to a glimmer of sunlight filling the room and lively sounds of pirates hard at work. You stretched your arms, enjoying the feeling of your clean skin against the sheets. This was still a cell, but at least it was nicer than being in the brig. You could almost forget you’re a prisoner. The chain around your waist pinched as you rolled out of bed, clearing that last thought from your mind.

Unsurprisingly, you weren’t awake when Detri dropped off your food. You saw the tray sitting neatly on the desk and a look at the door confirmed it was unlocked already. Heading to the bathroom, you splashed water on your face to freshen up and got ready to uphold your end of this bargain.

After finishing the meal, you began to work on the few clothes that were in the basket already. A lot of the clothing had bloodstains, some more than others. You ignored the different possible scenarios that could explain the blood and got on with your work. While there was a lot to do and some damage was worse than others, you made good progress through the day.

You got up and walked around the desk to start organizing the clothes that were ready for pick up when you heard a commotion outside. Loud thuds and bangs, followed by muffled yelling. Your hands fell still as you forgot what you were doing and chose to listen instead. It was Buggy’s and he was pissed. You could tell based on how gritty the shouting was. You grimaced in sympathy, glad he wasn’t yelling at you.

As the shouting got louder, your blood ran cold. You hoped he wasn’t coming here to yell at you next. You shook your hands, trying to free some of the nerves, then went back to sorting the clothes. Well, pretending to sort the clothes. Instead, you were still listening, trying to figure out what was going on.

“..no, no, no, NO, NO, NO! You morons don’t get it. I could have gotten hurt. Me! Your beloved captain!”

The words were clearer and you could easily imagine his grandiose gesturing while on rant like this. It brought a small smile to your face. Clearly he wasn’t hurt, or at least it wasn’t awful. He still has too much energy.

“You’re ALL going to run drills until you collapse… No, I do mean everyone. Get on it!” There was a pause followed by a small thud and then the thunderous sounds of the crew scrambling to do as they were told.

“I wouldn’t have to throw these knives if you shitheads would just listen,” this last sentence carried clearly through the closed door behind you.

You froze, knowing that pissed off clown was on the other side of the door. After a few moments, the doorknob jiggled, and the door swung open. You took a deep breath and turned your head to the door, even though you knew who it was.

“Hiya, friend, nice digs you got here,” Buggy said, his voice less gravelly and a little more calm. He was still wearing his captain's hat, but didn’t have the jacket on today, just his striped vest. You hadn’t seen him without the coat before and were surprised to see how toned his arms were.

“Yeah, it’s dry,” you respond, echoing his remark about the cell from last time. This earned a laugh from the pirate clown.

“Ohoho, so you do have a sense of humor! I knew you’d be a good fit for my crew,” he clapped his gloved hands in glee as he swaggered into the room.

“No,” you said sternly, shaking your head and turning your focus back to the clothes on the desk. “I’m not part of your crew…I just don’t want to be a burden.” The last word carried more sadness than you meant it to, shifting the atmosphere in the room. You stared at the desktop, waiting for Buggy to make a joke or call you a name, but there was silence.

You look over to see if he heard you, only to see him standing still, looking at you with wide eyes. You couldn’t read his emotions, but just seeing those jewel-like green eyes looking at you with such intensity broke the dam inside your body and tears spilled from your eyes.

“D-don’t look at me like that,” you spat with frustration, smearing the tears across your face.

In just a few steps, Buggy closed the distance between you two, stopping when he was standing just behind you. He didn’t touch you, but you could feel his presence.

“Why don’t you tell me what you’ve been up to?” he said softly. You almost couldn’t believe he would say something so gently.

You shook your head no, not wanting to continue this conversation.

Buggy leaned in to reach over you, his chest pressing against your back. He grabbed some random piece of clothing. “Is this one you’ve fixed already?” His voice was so close and the sincerity in it tugged at your heart.

You nodded this time. “Yeah, the hem was torn here.” You tugged the area you fixed.

“Impressive…and what about this one?” He pulled out another article of clothing and held it up for you to inspect.

“That one had a rip near the shoulder, like it was torn or cut.”

Buggy was still pressed against you and you could feel him nod at your answer. He grabbed another and held it aloft.

“That one too…actually, a lot of shirts have rips near the shoulder. Detri said his was from a throwing knife. Was…was that you?” the question comes out just as you're piecing the thoughts together.

Buggy balled the shirt in his fist and slammed it on the desk. “If they would just use their heads, I wouldn’t have to motivate them,” he hissed, clearly still pissed about whatever happened on deck. He punched the desk again, causing you to jump. You wouldn’t have asked if you knew he was still so angry.

You stood there stiffly, not wanting to anger him more. Especially since he was still leaning against you, pinning you to the desk. Eventually, his grip on the shirt loosened. Buggy let out a deep sigh, the warm air tickling your skin. He groaned and rested his head on your shoulder, burying his face in your hair.

“Why do they have to be so stupid? Why are we all so dumb here?” he muttered to himself. The vibrations tickled your neck, causing you to squirm a little. In response, Buggy wrapped his arms around you and pressed against you more.

“I just need a moment, YN…” this time he murmured this against your neck. It didn’t tickle this time, although you felt a chill go down your spine. You felt uncomfortable being embraced by the pirate captain, but it also felt safe. It was confusing. You could tell how strong he is, and even though his embrace was tight, there was gentleness to it.

Pressed against your neck, Buggy took a deep inhale through his nose, enjoying your scent mixed with a hint of ginger swirled. He squeezed you tighter and inhaled again. It was intoxicating. You were intoxicating.

“Fuck,” he groaned so softly, you almost didn’t hear it. He loosened his grip and placed one hand on the desk, still pressing against you from behind. Buggy slipped his other hand between the two of you and made a slight adjustment in how you were all positioned. Grabbing your hip with his hand, he pushed you into the hardness in his groin. This time when he did curse, you heard it clearly.

Your head was swirling from so many sensations and emotions. You leaned forwards, trying to put space between the two of you, but this only made Buggy tighten his grip on your waist to keep you still.

Buggy leaned forwards with you and rested his head on your shoulder again. He grinded his hips against you, and you could feel the length of his hard cock pressed against your ass. The way you were positioned gave him access to rub against your entire length, which he was taking full advantage of. Despite the layers of clothing separating you two, you could feel his cock trying to break free. His ragged breathing filled your ear and you could feel yourself getting turned on.

You put your hands on the edge of the desk and tried to push back, but to no avail. He was too strong. “Th-the door…” you said, breathlessly.

“Fuck them,” Buggy growled, slamming his hips against you harder, pushing his cock between your clothed ass cheeks. “They better be doing their drills,” he said, keeping the hard pace and causing the desk to push forwards a few centimeters.

That small change adjusted how you were positioned and caused Buggy to ram his cock more directly into your pussy. You could feel the head of his member pressing against your entrance, despite all the clothing keeping you both restrained. The sensation pulled a moan from your mouth, which made Buggy’s cock twitch.

He wrapped his arms around you again, holding you tight to his chest. “You like how that feels, YN?” He pressed again and you became aware of just how wet you were becoming. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond to his question though.

“Make that pretty noise for me again, YN,” Buggy said, almost pleading. He shifted his member so he could go back to rubbing the length of it against you.

With the attention away from your cunt, you felt like you could enjoy these sensations a little more, so you let out a soft moan.

Buggy chuckled at the sound. “Again,” he commanded, although he didn’t need to. You couldn’t stop making noise now. Something about being held so tightly against him while he rubbed himself against you was really getting to you. You weren’t sure who he was really doing this for, himself, you, or both of you. To be honest, you’d need a little more to get off, but you couldn’t help but enjoy these feelings.

Soon Buggy was moaning in your ear. His warm breath and the intimate sound of his voice were making you dizzy.

“Buggy…” You moaned his name for the first time and he wasn’t ready for it. You heard his breath catch in his throat and felt his fingers dig into your skin. His whole body tensed for a second, as he tried to regain control. All of a sudden, he sunk his teeth into your shoulder and picked up his movements. Biting your shoulder, he groaned loudly, almost growling. The pain made you call out his name again. He let go of your shoulder and shoved his face in your neck again. You felt his arms tense and you weren’t sure what that meant.

Buggy slowed his humping until he was lightly grinding against you, and took a stilted inhale. He stood up and spun you around so you were facing him. He could finally see your sweaty flushed face. You looked at him, trying not to admire how his chest heaved with his deep breaths, or how his bare arms looked covered in a sheen of sweat.

He pushed a strand of hair from your face and lowered his head to yours. “Tell me you want me to continue.” It was a statement, but you knew he was asking.

You hesitate, afraid to acknowledge your true feelings.

“I need to hear you say it, YN.” He stared at you intensely, his green eyes dark with desire.

Before you could respond, you both hear a loud crash from elsewhere on the ship. You saw the anger flash through Buggy’s eyes and even though it dies down after a second, you could tell it dimmed the lust.

“I think they need you,” you told him, hiding the reluctance in your voice.

Buggy bit his lip, trying to memorize what a beautiful mess you were right now. He nodded curtly and awkwardly spun around, clearly feeling uncomfortable in his pants. He took a moment to shake off the nerves and decided to show off for a second. Buggy glanced at you to make sure you were ready for the show, then he disconnected his body parts at the joints before reconnecting with a satisfying set of clicks. The look of shock and surprise on your face was exactly what he wanted.

You heard that he was a Devil Fruit user and what he could do, but seeing it was another thing. To be honest, it was impressive how casually he used the power. You recognized that he was showing off, so you mimed clapping to boost his ego.

At the door, Buggy gave a little bow for his performance. Just before the door closed, he swung it back open and leaned in to say, “You have a little something on your neck…you might need to wash it off.” With a little laugh and his trademark wink, he left.

You lead against the desk for a moment, waiting for the feelings to come back to your legs. Whenever you thought about what just happened, they turned back into jelly. When you felt like you could move again, you made your way to the bathroom. In the mirror, you could see the clown make-up smeared on your neck. You rolled your eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation and cleaned it off with the rag.

You heard another loud noise from the deck and cringed. Whatever was going on out there, you much preferred being in this room for now.

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Buggy swung YN’s door shut and headed off to find his crew. The anger and frustration in his body exacerbated by the tenderness in his groin. This was the second time was walking, more like limping, away from YN with blue balls, and his crew was going to pay.

Up on deck, Buggy came across a smashed crate, the contents making their way across the floor, with the crew members following behind trying to corral everything. Buggy pinched the bridge of his nose then pulled out his knives, ready to give his crew a “motivational speech.”

Hours later, the crew had finally cleared the deck and finished their drills. Buggy had run them ragged and beyond. They wouldn’t admit it, but the captain seemed more on edge today and a little crueler than usual.

Buggy knew he was hard on them, but he needed to get these frustrations out somehow, and they didn’t let you finish doing so earlier. Back in his captain’s quarters, Buggy headed to his shower, ready to wash off the day’s sweat and grime. He let down his hair and stepped into the shower. He let the hot water pour down his sore muscles, grunting softly when it trickled along his tender balls. Cupping water into his hands, he rubbed his face, loosening up the clowny details.

Buggy lathered up the soap and started cleaning his body, when the smell of ginger hit him. He knew what soap he was using, but he didn’t expect to have such a reaction to it or how much it reminded him of you already. Buggy felt a wave course through his body, making his knees weak. He put a hand on the wall to steady himself, realizing that taking deep breaths in a room full of the scent of ginger would only make this worse.

He felt his blood rush, as it made it’s way to a particular location. Still leaning against the wall, Buggy used his other hand to lather more soap and gently cradled his throbbing cock. The sensation made him gasp and groan. It was sensitive, but it felt good. Loosely wrapping his hand around his member, Buggy slowly dragged his hand along the shaft.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned deeply, feeling his muscles tense then relax. He leaned his head against the arm braced against the wall, trying to remember the feeling of being buried in your neck, your smell enveloping him, and your hair brushing against his face. He thought about how warm your body felt when it was pressed against his so tightly. Buggy panted as he continued to rub his cock, the growing pressure pushing away the tenderness.

Rubbing circles on the weeping tip of his cock, Buggy thought about how close it had been to your entrance. He knew it excited you and it had taken a lot of self restraint not to tear off your clothes and slide himself into your cunt. His breathing grew ragged as he felt himself come closer to the edge. Buggy slowed down and lightened his touches, not ready to cum yet. Once he felt the intensity die down a little, Buggy wrapped his hand more firmly around his cock and started pumping again. His breathing reverberated against the wall, reminding him of how delicious you sound when you’re excited. He groaned a little louder at the memory. He loved those moments when you couldn’t control yourself anymore. He felt special being able to tease those sounds and desperate looks from you.

Feeling the pressure build again, Buggy slowed down, enjoying the feeling of being so close to completion but not letting it arrive. He let his fingers drag along his cock, maintaining just enough sensation to stay aroused. Rolling on to his shoulder, Buggy freed his other hand and used it to loosely cup his full balls. They were still tender, but his impending orgasm made the ache more enjoyable.

He thought back to your reaction when he fondled you in the brig. The way you took his rough handling was such a fucking turn on. He felt pride and testosterone course through his chest when he remembered how sinfully you moaned in response to him making noises. It sounded so beautiful and so slutty.

Buggy increased his grip on his cock. He loved hearing his name on your tongue, although that wasn’t the only thing of his he wanted on your tongue. But thinking about the shape your sweet lips made when mouthing his name because his fucking hand was on your throat was bringing him close to the edge again. What he wouldn’t have given to see your face as you moaned his name earlier today, or to hear you call him "Captain Buggy."

Buggy pumped his slick cock harder, about to climax while thinking about how badly he wanted you and how desperately he wanted to fuck you while hearing you cry his name on repeat. He let out a string of curses as he felt his balls pulse and send their load. The orgasm coursed through his body and thick streams of cum flew out the top of his cock. It made a heavy sick noise as the drops hit the wet floor, before being washed away by the shower water. Buggy squeezed his member a few times, draining the last few drops, letting them run down his fingers. A final shiver traveled through his body, almost causing his knees to give out.

Buggy was lightheaded. Even though he didn’t feel steady on his legs, he couldn’t stay in the shower any longer. After washing off the lingering suds, he stumbled out of the shower. As much as he wanted to lay down immediately, he forced himself to dry off and wrapped up his long blue hair. When that was done, he finally made his way to bed and collapsed. Normally, he wasn't one to sleep naked, but he didn't have the strength to get dressed.

While Buggy knew he could have visited you again instead of taking business into his own hands (he chuckled at this thought), he didn't trust himself to stay in control. He thought about how you didn’t really answer him before he left, how you didn’t say you wanted him to continue or to stop. He knew which answer he wanted to hear and the prospect that you would have asked him to continue made his heart flutter. Before he knew it, Buggy was envisioning what he would have done if you asked him to continue… Buggy groaned as his cock started stiffening again, wanting more attention. Lightly fingering the length of his member, Buggy decided one more session was a good idea. He needed to release more of these feelings and his imagination was relentless.

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Buggy didn’t return that evening, which didn’t surprise you. Shouting, running, clanging, and all sorts of chaotic noise went on for hours. Even when Detri came by with food, it was obvious he was rushing and needed to get back quickly.

To be honest, you weren’t sure if you wanted Buggy to come back or not. You don’t know what would have happened if the moment wasn’t interrupted. While your hormones and emotions got the best of you earlier, you felt conflicted remembering how it felt to be wrapped in his arms. There was a sense of desire and protection - as strong as he was, there was a touch of gentleness. But there’s no denying that you were a captive, confined between those arms, like you’re confined on this ship.

Your stomach turned at the reminder of your reality. Ideally, this should only be temporary. A small step on a bigger journey. So, why waste too much time trying to untangle your confused thoughts and feelings. When the ship finally reached port, anything you feel here shouldn’t matter anymore. And if you weren’t released…well you would deal with that later. The prospect of staying on this ship filled you with dread and you weren’t ready to face that possibility.

Days passed without a certain pirate captain stopping by. As time went on, you pushed away the memories of the last afternoon he visited. Instead, you directed your focus on all the sewing tasks that came your way so you could effectively bargain for your freedom when the time came. You noted how a lot of recent repairs were for clothes with cuts on them, similar to the throwing knife damage on Detri’s shirt. You thought back to the conversation about how Buggy motivated his crew.

One morning, life aboard the ship seemed more subdued than normal. Usually you started your mornings to the sound of lively chatter and raucous laughter, but any sounds from the crew weren’t loud enough to carry through your closed door. The quiet amplified hasty footsteps approaching your room. Someone stopped outside the door and silence hung in the air for a moment.

During those few moments of silence, your thoughts began to race. You could only think of one person on this ship who would hesitate to open the door. All the other crew members would barge in to drop off their damaged items or pick up their fixed clothes. They didn’t have time to hesitate or hang around for long, since they had other responsibilities and would get in trouble for shirking them. But there was one person on this ship who could get away with avoiding their responsibilities. Imagining Buggy standing on the other side of the door filled you with an uncomfortable feeling of anticipation, however, you weren’t sure if it was due to happiness or anxiety.

The door swung open and you were greeted by your expected guest, the one with unmistakable blue hair. You stayed at the repair desk, trying to act nonchalant by focusing on the vest you were mending.

“Ahem… Hellooooo,” Buggy leaned forwards and waved, trying to get your attention.

“Good morning,” you responded, lifting your eyes to give a brief smile.

“You’ve been busy, I see,” Buggy said, as he sauntered over to the items waiting to be picked up. He glanced at you, waiting for a response, but the only acknowledgement you gave was a focused nod.

Unsatisfied with how the conversation was progressing, Buggy began to rifle through the folded piles. He carelessly pulled out various pieces of clothing and pretended to inspect them while chattering about how his crew had such a terrible sense of fashion and they should really learn from him. From there, he began to compliment his own outfit and as he held out his hands to admire his gloves, Buggy knocked over an entire pile of finished repairs.

“Stop! Watch it!” you cried out exasperatedly. You flung your arm out too late, not that you were even close enough to catch the items before they hit the floor. “Can you stop whatever this is? I have a lot to work on. It seems someone got careless with the throwing knives.” You stared at him pointedly with that last comment, irritation drawn across your face.

Your keen observation and the stern look on your face caused Buggy to break out into a grin and snicker in response. “I wasn’t careless, I knew exactly what I was doing,” he said, clearly amused that you knew he was responsible for a lot of the damage.

Buggy stopped next to you and leaned in. “Do you want to see what happens if I get careless, YN?” he asked in a low voice.

Having his deep breathy voice so close gave you goosebumps. A shiver ran through your body causing you to prick your index finger with the sewing needle. Profanity slipped through your mouth at the sharp pain that lit up your fingertip and a bead of blood began to gather. Your first instinct was to suck the small wound, but before you could move, you felt a firm grasp on your wrist.

Sliding his gloved hand from your wrist to your hand, Buggy crouched down and looked up at you, with a light dancing in his eyes.

“So who’s the careless one now?” he said with a smirk.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, making your stabbed finger ache with each beat. Without breaking eye contact, Buggy slowly brought your finger to his mouth, letting your fingertip graze his lips before flicking out his tongue and licking away the blood. You stopped breathing at the sight and the sensation.

Gently, he licked your finger again, letting his painted lips wrap around your fingertip in a kiss. His lips were so soft and you couldn’t help but imagine what they would feel like elsewhere - everywhere - on your body.

“Breathe…” he murmured softly against your finger. His voice broke the spell and you immediately took a shaky inhale. You realized how uncomfortably warm you felt and shifted in your seat. The movement put pressure on your core, causing a spark of electricity to fly through your body.

Buggy continued to watch you through his eyelashes, drinking in your wide-eyed, flushed face, and memorizing every little movement you made. Parting his lips, Buggy put your finger in his mouth and lightly sucked it. The taste of metal from the small amount of blood and the sewing supplies filled his mouth.

The slick, warm feeling enveloping your finger pulled a restrained sigh from your mouth. As Buggy slipped your finger out of his mouth, you felt his bottom teeth graze over your fingertip, sensitive from being stuck by the sewing needle. This time instead of feeling your heartbeat in the fingertip, you felt it down lower. You absentmindedly squeezed your legs together, wanting the pressure and stimulation.

Buggy briefly broke eye contact, drawn by the movement of your legs. When he locked eyes with you next, you felt a hand on your slide up your clothed thigh. Buggy held up his other arm, which was missing a hand. He opened his eyes wide, pretending to be surprised by the missing appendage before giving you a wink and going back to tending to your wounded finger.

The detached hand moved up your thigh and slipped between your legs, just barely grazing your sensitive area. Despite the layers of fabric separating you and his gloved hand, you squeeze your legs together in a slight panic. You knew how hot and wet you were becoming and you didn’t want to share that knowledge with the pirate, even if he was the cause of the problem.

Buggy hooked his arm around your leg, encouraging you to give him access. His hand wiggled, giving you some of the stimulation you’ve been craving. Your eyebrows knitted in desire and reluctance to give in.

“Please…”

You weren’t sure you heard it correctly, but you felt his lips vibrate against your finger as he spoke. Biting your lip, you gave a half nod and relax your legs. This allowed Buggy to ease your legs apart and work his hand toward your center. Taking two fingers, he began circling and applying pressure around where your clit would be. At the same time, he adjusted his hold on your hand to give himself access to your pointer and index finger. He licked and kissed those fingertips, mimicking the movements his hand was making.

Together, the sensations almost made it feel like you were touching yourself. You closed your eyes and let out a soft moan, feeling the pressure increase in your core. Without thinking, you began to grind against his fingers, earning a gasp from the pirate clown.

Continuing to circle his fingers, Buggy brought the movement down, traveling along your clothed slit. Even though he wasn’t touching it directly (as badly as he wanted to), he could tell you were soaking wet with how the fabric was sliding along your wet cunt with his movements.

Your body tensed as his fingers neared your entrance. Buggy pressed against your entrance, pushing your clothes into your wetness more. He continued to tease by circling his fingers at the entrance, while kissing and circling his tongue around your fingertips. Having something so close but so far made you realize how empty you felt, how badly you wanted something, or someone, inside. Your moans became mixed with whimpers.

Unable to say what you wanted, you pressed your fingers into Buggy’s mouth, who let out a hungry groan in response. He pressed his fingers deeper into your cunt, only stopping when the clothes you were wearing didn’t let him slide in deeper. Although it wasn’t far or enough to satisfy you, you moaned loudly at the urgency and desire you felt behind his movement.

You bucked your hips against his hand and felt the arm wrapped around your leg flex, ensuring you kept your legs spread. Without realizing it, you had continued to thrust and circle your fingers inside Buggy’s mouth, his moans tickling your hand. In response, Buggy went back to making messy circles at your entrance, pressing as far into your wet cunt as he could.

The pressure in your body continued to build, as the movements and sounds brought you closer to climax. All of a sudden, you felt empty. Buggy’s hand was no longer making contact and he had pulled your hand away from his face. You looked at him, noting the drool dripping out of his mouth and how his painted smile was smeared.

“YN…” Buggy’s green eyes were glassy. The desire for more intimacy was written across his face and you knew what he wanted from you. To say that you wanted him to keep going, that you didn’t want him to stop.

As badly as your body was craving him, you felt frustration and confusion at the timing. “W-why,” you whispered hoarsely. “Why do you keep asking that?” By finally voicing the thought that has been living in your head for days, you felt the emotions course through your body, taking away the heat and leaving you sober.

“Is it a game to you? Some…some fucked up power play?” you continued, asking the questions you could no longer ignore. As you finally said them out loud, you could feel the venom seep into them. “Look at me, I’m the captain and I can do whatever I want to anyone.” Hot tears stung your eyes and poured down your cheeks.

Buggy leaned back in shock. He lifted his hand, wanting to wipe away your tears, but he stopped himself. You could see his expression drop, but it wasn’t enough. You couldn’t control what you were saying anymore.

“Am I just a play thing to you? Some fucked up sex toy? I don’t understand what the point is…why you do this..to me...” you voice trailed off, all the anger leaving your body along with the words you couldn’t take back. You looked at Buggy, your eyes pleading for an answer that would change how you felt.

“I-I…” he stammered, eyes wide in concern and confusion. His body deflated, the pompous, overly confident pirate clown shrinking in stature. “It’s not like that…” was all Buggy was able to get out.

“Then explain it to me, Buggy,” you cried, causing him to flinch when you said his name with such pained desperation. The expression caused your heart to ache - you didn’t want to feel like this, but it also hurt to see the pain it seemed to be causing him.

“...fuck, YN, what do you want me to say? What would be good enough?” Buggy growled, as he stood up and kicked the desk. His frustration muddied the words - what he really wanted to ask was how he could make you feel better. As a fearsome pirate captain, he was not one for talking about feelings, so he was clearly out of practice.

“Please…” you begged. You weren’t in the mood to play this kind of game, to act as if you were asking for something impossible. You just wanted to know what it meant. What this meant.

“Fuck, it’s because I find you interesting. You feel like an outcast, like us. You wanted adventure, like us.To be the star of your own show. So you went about it in the most ridiculous way possible - I don’t think anyone else would have ever climbed aboard a pirate ship without thinking twice, but you did. It was so fucking dumb and I don’t understand you, but I-I want to.”

Buggy avoided looking at you. Instead, he took a few steps away, held up his arms, and gestured around the room. “What prisoner would willingly do work for their captor? You did. Why? I don’t understand, but it..” Buggy froze for a moment, realizing what he was about to say. “...it makes me happy.” You held your breath, not sure if you were hearing him correctly.

He sighed and dropped his arms before continuing, “You’re just so sincere, YN, and so full of hope.” Finally done with his monologue, he looked at you, not ready to see you watching him so intently. You could hear his breath catch. Even though he likes being the center of attention, this made him uncomfortable.

“I can hardly stand it when you look at me, I don’t deserve it,” he murmured, dropping his gaze.

“Laaaaaaand ho!” a voice carried from the deck, startling you.

Buggy’s body stiffened. “That sounds like your stop. I’ll let you get ready.” He crossed the room in a few large strides.

“W-wait,” you called out, reacting a few seconds too slow to stop him from walking away

Stopping at the door, Buggy turned around and looked at you softly. “I…didn’t mean to make you feel bad, YN,” he said. “I guess we’re alike, neither of us think through our plans,” he tapped his head, paused, gave you a wistful wink, and left.

The door closed with a soft click, leaving you to feel the most alone you’ve ever felt on this trip.

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Buggy hurried away from your room, not wanting to give you a chance to call out to him. On the outside he was scowling, while on the inside he was confused and hurt. He felt like he betrayed you and that thought created a heavy weight on his chest. He tugged at the scarf wrapped around his neck and rubbed his sternum, trying to alleviate some of the tightness in his lungs.

Most of the crew was up on deck, busy preparing to dock. And anyone below deck that saw the captain with his dark expression and intense aura immediately vacated the area, not wanting to cross paths with “bad mood” Buggy. The unlucky few who didn’t get out of the way quickly were met with sharp insults and flying knives.

Once he made it to his quarters, Buggy slammed the door behind him and leaned against it. His legs felt weak and he needed a moment to catch his breath. The pirate clown tore off his gloves and balled them into his fist. With his other hand, he pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut.

“God dammit…” Buggy sighed, tilting his head upwards and slamming his fist against the door in frustration. “God-fucking-dammit,” he said louder as the anger he felt toward himself grew. Spinning around, he kicked the bottom of the door. His leg accidentally detached at the knee and the extra force created a decent crack in the door. Seeing the damage, Buggy had to restrain himself from hitting the door again in exasperation. Instead, he launched a fist towards the side wall and allowed it to collide with the wall a few times. The pain and ache in his fist from punching the wall felt sobering, like punishment for hurting you.

Buggy strode over to his desk, summoning the detached hand along the way. He collapsed into his chair, his body practically drooping over the structure. His shoulders were rounded, his head hung low, and the hair from his hat created a morose curtain around his head. Truly the picture of a sad clown.

It wasn’t supposed to go like this. He understood where he went wrong, but only because of what you said. Buggy had always prided himself on how well he could read people. When you were first discovered, he was able to figure out a lot about you quickly. Between the port they just left and the items you packed (some supplies to keep you sustained and hardly any personal items), he was confident that you were an outcast, an outsider, a misfit. And the fact that you stowed away on his ship meant that you were desperate, which Buggy later recognized as blind hopefulness. A trait he came to admire. You held onto hope with such reckless abandon that it was foolish and laughable, which he liked.

What Buggy didn’t realize is this created a one-sided familiarity. He had hoped that you would recognize a kindred spirit just as quickly as he did, but that didn’t happen. Of course it didn’t. He groaned and flung his head backwards. Why would anyone want to feel connected to someone who imprisoned them somewhere gross and wet? Or gross and dry?
It didn’t help that anytime Buggy was too close to you, he had trouble controlling himself. He always wanted your attention on him. And when you did pay attention, he found it intoxicating. It inflated his ego and he’d always want more. Worse than that, he had no idea how to act around someone that he hoped would care for him. Countless betrayals left him scarred and, honestly, inexperienced in bonding with others.

Feeling rage and resentment flare up in his body again, Buggy pulled out his throwing knives and began chucking them at the door. The familiar movements and solid “thunks” when the knives embedded themselves into the wood helped soothe the fiery feelings a little. Unfortunately, that created room for resentment and guilt. Buggy let his hand fly across the room to retrieve the knives, so he could continue this impromptu practice session, hoping the monotony would numb more feelings.

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Back in your room, you felt paralyzed after the argument with Buggy. You wanted to keep talking, but he left the room too quickly. When you did jump and head to the door, you were rudely reminded about the chain around your waist that had just enough length for the room itself.

“Wait, come back!” you shouted, to no avail. You stood there with an empty ache in your chest, wondering what you should do. What you could do. Your time on this ship had been such a whirlwind and it was exhausting. You no longer felt like the person who first sneaked onto the ship. You felt numb. The realization made you feel uneasy, as you weren’t sure who you were anymore.

Between losing yourself and feeling abandoned by someone who claimed they wanted to understand you, you felt a heaviness settle in your heart as you mentally prepared yourself to leave.

You headed to the bathroom to freshen up. Since you were arriving as a prisoner from a pirate ship, you needed to make a good first impression in the new town. You wanted to distance yourself from being labeled as a troublemaker or a pirate. In the bathroom, you washed your face, used the washcloth to wipe yourself down, and changed into fresh clothes.

Back in the room, there wasn’t really much for you to prepare. You felt a pang in your chest as you heard Buggy’s voice echo in your head, telling you that he’d let you get ready. He knew there wouldn’t be much for you to do, he just couldn’t stand being around you. Whatever feelings he might have had towards you, surely they weren’t the same after the things you said.

Blinking back tears, you sat back at the desk and decided to continue working on the remaining repairs until it was time to go. A few hours later, just as you were finishing off the last article of clothing that needed a repair (pants with a ripped pocket), you heard a familiar knock at the door.

“Hi, Detri,” you called.

“Hey, YN,” he said, stepping into the room. You noticed that he was wearing his favorite shirt, the first one you repaired. “Look what I have for you.” He held up the bag you brought when you first boarded the ship. You ran over, surprised you were actually getting it back.

“I’ll be honest, YN, we did go through it. Your personal items should all be there, but we did take the food.”

Your lip curled, remembering the perishable food you packed. “Shoot, I was hoping for some rotten bananas and moldy bread.” You laughed and shook your head in disbelief - you really didn’t have a plan when you got onto this ship. There was barely a whisper of an idea and you just went with it.

While Detri undid the chain around your waist, you let him know that you finished all the repairs that were brought to you. He looked at the pile of finished items, nodding in approval. You could see a flash of sadness in his eyes, the emotion growing when he turned to look at you.

“Well…are you ready?” he asked, a hint of gloominess tinting his voice.

“Yes.” The response came so quickly that you sounded breathless. A small voice in the back of your head was urging you to get off the ship quickly and move on from this part of your life.

Detri nodded curtly and you two began your final walk through the ship. Along the way, Detri mentioned that they didn’t plan to be at this location long - a day at the most. For some reason that increased the ache in your chest. You thought you’d be happy to hear that they would move on so quickly and you could put this behind you, but instead it made you feel a little lonely.

Warm, bright sunlight and the sounds of a crew busy at work filled the deck. Taking a deep breath of the salty air, you closed your eyes and turned your face to the sky. Although the ship was docked, you could feel it shift slightly as the water swelled.

You and Detri navigated the deck. There wasn’t a clear path since the crew was working on various projects, taking advantage of a clear day at port. A few pirates were repairing and winding up heavy ropes, and another group was pulling down the faded jolly roger to replace. You walked past people practicing their fighting skills, which included sword fighting, flails, and hand-to-hand combat. Others were rehearsing their circus performances - juggling, handstands, and contortion. You were surprised to see a few pirates practicing aerial acrobatics on the rigging.

Detri caught your wide-eyed expression and nudged your shoulder. “Impressive, huh? Life on the Big Top is definitely unique.”

You nod, still taking in the vibrancy on deck. As your eyes washed over the crew, you realized that some of the clothing was familiar. You noticed patches and new seams, work that you had spent countless hours working on. The sight ignited a warmth that spread deep in your chest.

You and Detri caught the eye of a few pirates. Some nodded in recognition, others waved, and a few even came up to wish you well on your journey. It surprised you. You were an unwelcome visitor and a prisoner, however, they didn’t hold that against you. To them, you did something important and special, as insignificant as it felt to you, in the grand scheme of things on a pirate ship.

You stood at the edge of the Big Top and looked down the gangway. The center of town was nearby and looked full of life, with busy shops and businesses. You turned around and looked at the ship, which was full of life in a different sense. You scanned the deck, trying to take in the sights. What you didn’t realize is that you were actually looking for something. A specific shade of blue. A certain person. Your heartbeat quickened when you realized they weren’t around and how badly you wanted to see them. It didn’t feel right to leave without saying goodbye to the captain.

“Detri, where’s Bug- Captain Buggy? I think I’d like to say goodbye,” you ask.

Your escort grimaced. “I’ll be honest, I’m not sure that’s a great idea. He’s in a bad mood today.”

“Detri, please,” you pressed, grabbing his hand to emphasize how much this meant to you.

Detri scowled and scratched his head as he contemplated your request. “Fine, follow me.”

He walked you back below deck. You wished he’d walk faster, but you restrained yourself to match his pace. Finally, you reached a hallway and Detri pointed to the door at the far end, indicating your final destination.

You broke away from Detri and approached the room alone. As you got closer, you heard a methodical thunk coming from behind the door. You had an idea of what that sound might be, but it didn’t stop you from knocking on the door.

“Fuck off.” The next thunk was louder and more aggressive.

You knocked again. “It’s me.” You waited for a response, but nothing came. You turned the handle, surprised to find that the door was unlocked. You slowly pushed the door open and slipped into the room. Inside, Buggy was dropping a knife onto the top of the desk he was sitting at, letting it embed into the wood before pulling it out and releasing again. He made a point not to look at you, internally cursing himself for not locking the door.

After closing the door behind you, taking care to avoid the knives stuck in it, you put down your bag and hesitantly walked further into the room. Cautiously, you eyed the pirate clown in front of you, trying to read his expression, however he was still staring blankly at the knife he kept driving into the desk.

“Buggy?”

“What?” His response was slow, sounding like an irritated drawl. He still wouldn’t face you. Part of him hoped you were here to say that you weren’t leaving, but he knew you wouldn’t make that decision. Not after how he treated you.

“Are…are you avoiding me?” You stepped forward again, trying to get his attention. You didn’t plan on asking this, you originally came down here to say goodbye. You thought that seeing him one final time would be the closure you wanted, but it wasn’t enough. You also wanted him to see you, to look at you and really see you.

“Yes,” Buggy responded succinctly. It was true and he hoped this would drive you away. You expected that answer, but it didn’t prevent your stomach from dropping.

“Why?” you asked feebly.

The sound of your shaky voice pulled at Buggy’s heart. He tried to look at you out of the corner of his eye, but the sight of you standing in the captain's quarters pulled his full gaze. You looked so sad and so alone and all he wanted to do was hold you. Barely thinking, he stood up and walked over to you. His body wanted to be closer to yours so badly that he had to struggle to keep his limbs attached, so they wouldn’t fly over to you unrestrained.

You felt breathless as Buggy approached you, his eyes locked on yours. You felt happy, but also nervous. The green in his eyes reminded you of the distant storms that would dance on the ocean’s horizon surrounding your hometown. Intimidating, but also intriguing. The kind of beauty you want to see up close, even if there’s fear in your heart.

Buggy placed a hand on your chin, reminiscent of the first time he touched you.

“Because…I can’t control myself around you and I end up hurting you,” he said with a heavy voice.

The sincerity and regret in his voice brought tears to your eyes. You failed to blink them away, instead causing them to fall down your cheeks. Buggy’s face fell. Tentatively, he wiped away your tears. You reached up to hold his hand against your cheek, realizing he misunderstood your tears.

“Do you want me to leave?” you whispered. Buggy felt his heart skip a beat. Feeling cowardly, Buggy detached his hand and pulled his arm away. Before he could turn around, you stepped closer and grabbed the handless arm. You held his hand against the limb, waiting until it reattached before entwining your fingers in his, enjoying the warmth of his bare hand.

Staring at him earnest, you repeated your question. “Do you want me to leave?” After a pause, you softly continued by repeating the phrase he said to you once before, “I need to hear you say it, Buggy.”

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“Do you want me to leave? …I need to hear you say it, Buggy.”

Your voice rang in Buggy’s ears. Sharp and clear. The combination of what you said and the sensation of your hand against his gave him chills, covering his skin in goosebumps. Despite the chill in his body, he felt his face flush red hot.

You squeezed his hand slightly, eyeing his tense body with fearful anticipation. The fact that he didn’t pull away gave you a small sliver of hope, until he broke eye contact and looked away.

“You can’t expect me to answer that so easily,” Buggy finally said, sounding worn out.

You closed the remaining distance between your bodies, holding hope that he would give you a real answer. Your hand clutched him desperately, as if he was a life preserver and you were lost at sea.

Your body was so close now that Buggy could smell the ginger soap you used, mixed with your sweet scent. The smell, and your presence, were both calming and thrilling. This was the reason he always had trouble controlling himself around you.

“No,” he finally answered in a whisper. He turned his face back to yours, his eyes focused on you and you alone. “Stay on the ship, YN. Sail the seas with me.”

“Okay,” you said, breaking into a smile. Relief from hearing him give the answer you wanted to say to yourself flooded your body.

Buggy returned your smile, the gesture softening his eyes. After a brief pause, he dropped the expression and raised his eyebrows in mock surprise.

“Okay…what?” he asked slowly, bringing his face closer to yours. There was an expectant glimmer in his eyes.

“Okay, Captain.” You had just joined his crew, of course this was the answer he wanted. You watched as his eyes widened in pride and adoration.

Buggy brought his lips into yours in a hungry kiss. The want and desire that drives a pirate to eternally search for treasure, bestowed on you. You nearly melt as he wrapped his arms around you, surrounding you in warmth and desire. His lips were soft and a little slick from the face paint. His red clown nose gently pressed against your cheek with how deeply he was kissing you.

You leaned into him, returning the kiss with passion. A longing to taste more of him burned in your throat and your lips part gently. You felt his hands move frantically along your body, wanting both to hold you tightly and to touch you everywhere. One hand made its way to the back of your neck where he delicately slipped his fingers into your hair, cradling your head in his surprisingly large gasp. Buggy’s other arm was wrapped around your body, holding your form tightly against his.

Finally satisfied with the entanglement, your captain groaned softly into the kiss, ready to put his mouth against every part of your body. The kiss turned rough as the pirate nipped your bottom lip and swirled his tongue along yours. He enjoyed how you matched the dance going on between your mouths and was dying for more. The painful stiffness in his pants ached for attention, wanting the spotlight.

Soon you felt hot…too hot. Your breathing was ragged and you weren’t sure if you wanted to take a step away, or for Buggy to press his body into yours even more. Not that the second option was really possible. You two clung to each other like magnets that couldn’t be separated.

You tried to will your body to move, to send a signal that you needed a break and a moment to clear your head, but you couldn’t move. Your head was starting to spin, probably from the lack of oxygen.

Finally, Buggy broke the kiss. He could feel your heart pounding in your chest and heard how you began to gasp against his mouth. He was done trying to imagine what kind of face you were making at that moment. Pulling away, his green eyes greedily drank in your expression. You looked back at him with heavy eyelids, a flush across your face, and your lips plump and smeared with red face paint. You looked, and felt, intoxicated. Drunk on desire and lust. And he found it delicious.

Riding the high his kiss created, you broke the silence as soon as you had a breath to spare. “Please,” you whispered, “don’t stop. I want to keep going.”

Buggy froze. He had wanted to hear those words for so long and this was the perfect moment to hear them, but he felt caught off guard. His heart fluttered and his cock throbbed. He felt paralyzed by possibility - by all the things he had imagined doing to you. The visions that carried him through the day and the dreams that filled his nights, keeping him up until he was raw and aching for relief.

You didn’t expect the professional show off to freeze like this. Your bodies were still tight against each other and you felt his hardness move at your words, which you found endearing. The giggle that slipped out of your mouth broke Buggy from his trance.

“What do you want to happen next?” he asked in a husky voice. For a moment, you felt like a sheep about to be devoured by a wolf. And in that moment, you were okay with that fate.

Buggy leaned in and began to kiss and nibble your neck. He needed to do something to keep himself from tearing off your clothes before you answered.

“Tell your Captain,” he murmured against your skin, enjoying the soft moan you let out in response. You shifted your body to grant him easier access, but to also squeeze your legs together momentarily. The wetness between your legs had been growing and you could tell how slick you were down there.

“I want…want you to keep touching me.” You tug at his hands, encouraging him to run them all along your body, which he did with pleasure. “I want to feel you everywhere.”

At this point, Buggy was grinding his dick against you so furiously, the hardness nearly hurt you. He was like a dog in heat, unable to control his own body. He had stopped kissing your neck and was more aggressive in biting and sucking your soft skin. Buggy loved his treasures and wanted to mark you as his special prize.

“Keep going,” he demanded, “just fucking say it.”

You whimpered. The words caused another wave of wetness to seep from your core, breaking you.

“I want you to fuck me,” you cried out, wrapping your arms around him and pulling at the back of his vest.

With lightning speed, Buggy carried (maybe it was a bit of a toss) you to his bed. The sheets were already rumpled and smelled like him - musky with a bit of afternoon sun and wood. Buggy kneeled in front of you as you watched his every movement - how his jaw was tense from restraint, how his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed - you even noticed that his fingernails were painted blue, similar to his hair color.

Buggy yanked off his loosened scarf and pulled off his vest. Your captain, former captor, was shirtless in front of you. His toned body was covered in a sheen of sweat and desperation. You sat up, ready to run your hands along his chest and pepper his body in kisses, but a firm grasp on your wrist stopped you.

Buggy winked at you and shook his finger, lightly chastising you. Eagerly, he pulled off your top, excited to see your bare breasts again. Seeing the lustful look on his face, you cupped your breasts and pushed them together, as if you were giving him an offering (which, in a sense, you were).

“Oho, so you are a little slut for your Captain, huh, YN?” Buggy exclaimed with delight. He leaned in and began covering your breasts in sloppy kisses, making his way to your nipples. One hand kept a hold on your wrist, a signal to keep holding your tits out. As he began to bite and suck your nipples, Buggy’s other hand made it’s way to his groin. He lightly stroked himself through his pants while moving between your breasts and muttering words of praise and profanity whenever his mouth wasn’t busy.

“Your tits are so delicious.” “I could have them for breakfast every fucking day.” “Fuck, your nipples are so hard against my tongue.” “You like it when I bite them?”

You bit your lip and moaned at the sensations. His teeth against your hard nipples created just the right mix of pain and pleasure. You felt an orgasm building deep in your body. Normally, you wouldn’t be able to climax just from having your nipples played with, but it almost felt like a possibility now.

“Buggy,” you whimpered, wanting more.

“YN, you have to say it right if you want me to listen,” the clown responded with a bland voice, despite being face deep in your tits.

“C-captain Buggy, please,” you begged.

“That’s right, call for your Captain. I’ll come for you, baby.” He cracked into a grin, delighting in his joke. Every time you said “Captain Buggy” in your needy, horny voice, his ego and his cock grew bigger.

“I can’t do all the work, YN. How about you pitch in,” he gestured to the clothes you still had on, “while I pitch a tent?” Buggy leaned back and caressed his hard erection through his pants, watching to see your expression.

Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of Buggy touching himself in front of you. You could tell his member was a good size through the fabric, but you wanted to see more. The speed at which you wiggled out of your clothes made Buggy’s heart flutter. At this point, he wasn’t sure how there was enough blood left in the rest of his body to keep his heart pumping, but he was thankful to still be alive.

You placed your hand on top of his and followed the movement up and down his member. The brief contact you made with his cock between his fingers made you feel nervous and excited.

Buggy groaned at the touch and tightened his grip, trapping your fingers between his and using both hands to massage his cock. His other hand snaked its way up to your neck and he wrapped it around your throat. It’s tight, but you can still breathe.

Buggy pulled you by your neck in for a kiss. Earlier, you felt like a sheep about to be devoured by a wolf. Now you were certainly being devoured by the hungry predator. The pirate clown kissed you as if he had been lost in the dark for a lifetime, yearning for a chance to capture the sun. He kissed you with all the emotions and hormones his body had been releasing on overdrive since you boarded the ship. All the desire he struggled to keep contained whenever he was near you. Lost in this kiss, you knew this is where you wanted to be and who you wanted to be with.

Buggy let go of nearly everything at the same time, freeing your mouth and throat so you could breathe, and releasing both of your grips on his throbbing cock. He’s been hiding it well, but this was one of many moments where he felt a climax building and he needed to stop and let it subside. There was no way he was going to let this end early.

“Fuck, YN, how do you do this to me,” he said to himself, eyeing you with a glazed and distant lustful look.

You caught your breath and licked your lips, tasting him on your mouth. Your eyes flickered between his face - the face paint smudged beautifully and his eyes full of wild desire - and his pants, which strained every time his trapped cock flexed. As much as you were enjoying all the foreplay, your cunt was beginning to ache.

Buggy saw where your eyes wandered. “What do you want from your Captain?” he teased. Although most of his face paint was smeared, there was still enough of that flashy fake grin to enhance his genuine smile.

“Your cock,” you said breathlessly.

“Tell me more. I want to hear your pretty slutty voice say it all. How badly do you want your Captain’s cock? Where do you want it? Keep going…” Buggy hissed. His hand twitched, eager to touch himself again.

You leaned back into his mess of blankets and pillows, giving into the lust completely.

“Please, Captain, I want you to fuck me with your big, hard cock. I want to cry your name while you fuck me senseless. I don’t want to think about anything but how good your cock feels in my wet pussy. I want you to make me cum so hard. I…I want you to ruin me.” The words bypassed your brain and flew out your mouth.

What you said was magic to Buggy’s ears. You didn’t notice, but his hands disconnected momentarily as he tried with all his might to not touch himself or rush into touching you. He pulled off his clothes, finally freeing his cock. It was much thicker than you expected. Much thicker. The way it bobbed in the air with the tip glistening and dripping precum was a mix of obscene and divine.

Buggy positioned himself between your legs, relishing the moment. It’s one he dreamed about so many times in this very spot. This time, it’s real and so much better than he imagined. Your beautiful face full of lust, framed by your messy hair, your beautiful body draped on his bed, your neck and tits covered in his marks, and your sweet cunt sopping wet for him…

Buggy leaned over you, his arms on either side of your body. He had one hand detached and wrapped around his dick, gently rubbing it against your wet folds.

“You ready for the show, sweetheart?” he asked. His green eyes gazed softly into your eyes and he nodded expectantly, waiting for you to nod in response, which you do.

His disembodied hand slid his cock up until the tip made contact with your clit, causing your eyes to flutter and a gasp to fall from your sweet lips. The firm head of his cock slid down your slit and you held your breath in anticipation of being entered. Instead, the clown brought the tip of his member back up to circle your clit. You let out a breathy moan, carrying your feelings of pleasure and unfulfilled desire. It was music to Buggy’s ears.

“You’re so fucking wet. What a fucking mess,” Buggy said in a low voice, mostly talking for himself. It’s true though, this must be what a puddle feels like. You felt your juices drip onto the bed, reacting to the pride and delight in Buggy’s voice.

“It’s because of you,” you told him, knowing he’d love to hear that. And you were right. At those words, he crashed his lips into yours for another kiss and eased his cock into your wet opening. Your breath hitched as you felt your pussy stretch around his thickness. Breaking the kiss, Buggy rested his forehead against yours and moaned as he slowly eased his full length inside of you.

“Fuuuuuuck…” He paused and shuddered for a moment, enjoying how your wet heat squeezed and twitched around his cock as you got used to being filled. Staying still in the tightness was on the edge of uncomfortable, like wearing a shirt that’s two sizes too small. Slowly, he began to thrust in and out to ease the pressure. Buggy focused on the quiet noises you made, wanting to make sure they were still sounds of pleasure.

You forced a deep breath, exhaling in time with Buggy sliding in, to help your body relax and accept the feeling of fullness. Your body softening and melting into the bed was the signal Buggy needed to know that you were deeply enjoying this.

Two disconnected hands drifted up to your head. One gently guided your face to the side while the other pushed your hair away, granting Buggy access to your bare neck. In between the kisses and nips he left, you could feel him muttering frantically. Sweet nothings and the occasional curse word drifted in one ear and out the other as you struggled to take in all the sensations and stimulation across your body. You were in such bliss that it felt like your body was floating, with the rocking from the ship adding to the experience.

The movement of Buggy’s hips began to increase in speed and force. You wrapped your arms around his body, feeling the strength and tightness in the muscles on his back. Your fingers curled and scratched his skin, as you clung to to the man fucking you relentlessly.

Your moans grew louder as Buggy went deeper inside of you with each thrust. The movement tickled that one sweet spot along the way, rapidly bringing you closer to the edge. Your hands danced along his body, scratching his back and gripping his shoulders, desperate to convey how good he felt.

One hand slid under his bandana and you wrapped your fingers in his hair. The few brain cells you could spare noted that his hair felt longer than you expected. Buggy reached up and yanked his bandana off, revealing his long blue hair tied in a bun.

This was your first time seeing him without his hair covered. The new sight and intimacy it carried sent a wave of longing through your twitching, needy body. You arched your back and angled your hips, encouraging his dick to carry you to your orgasm.

“P-please, don’t stop. Keep…keep going…” you begged.

“I don’t plan on it,” Buggy grunted with each thrust, his hot breath tickling your neck. “I’m going to screw you until all you can think of is me. That’s what you wanted, right? For me to ruin you?”

You whined in response. Your hips bucked involuntarily against his deep thrusts, causing the next one to leave you breathless. You tightened your grasp on his hair, pulling his face away from your neck.

Buggy pulled himself up and straightened his back, moving out of your hold. Your empty hands gripped the blankets surrounding you.

“What a good girl…what a pretty girl,” Buggy crooned, dragging his hands across your body, admiring how it quivered under him. He watched as your chest heaved with each breath and moan you let out, your eyes nearly closed in ecstasy. He leaned back a little more and disconnected his member, allowing it to continue entering you on its own.

“Look at how you take this cock. What a little slut show,” he shuddered, “what a special fucking show for your captain.“

“B-buggy, please…”

“Tsk tsk, that’s not how you should address your captain, YN,” Buggy said quickly, eager to play this game with you. His disembodied dick slowed the pace, both to tease you and to allow Buggy to stall his impending climax.

A disconnected hand grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks and pushing your mouth open. Another whorish look, far beyond anything he could have imagined on his own.

“Say it correctly,” Buggy said with menacing lust.

The poison and honey in his voice finally broke you. All you wanted was to be fucked into oblivion by him, to be desired by him, to be contained by his hugs, tickled by his kisses, to bring him the hope and brightness he wants.

“Please, Captain Buggy,” you cried out. You shake your head free from his grasp and stare into his eyes, letting him know that you were entirely consumed by him. Filled to the brim by thoughts of him (and by him physically), causing his name to spill from your mouth repeatedly.

Buggy hooked his arms under your knees, bringing your legs higher. His hands were on their own again and roughly grabbed your hips, likely creating bruises that will show later. The disembodied hands were surprisingly strong on their own, moving your hips to meet his thrusts, which had reconnected his hips to his member.

“Fuck! Bug- Captain Buggy!” The angle he was holding your hips at was causing you to see stars, beautiful stars. Your cries overtook the endless dirty talk that Buggy spewed. The sound of you screaming his name and begging him to continue filled the room as you felt your walls tighten. You squeezed your eyes shut as the first wave approached, eager for the release.

As your climax peaked, you forced yourself to open your eyes and look at Buggy, wanting to watch his face as he fucked the orgasm out of you. And boy was it worth it. Hunger, desire, control, pride, admiration, shock - a myriad of emotions danced across his face. You felt so special in this moment, underneath Buggy and witnessing the feelings you brought out of him.

Buggy whimpered as you tightened around his thick cock, not that you could hear over the sounds of your own voice or the sick slaps of his hips against yours. The pressure your orgasm added was nearly unbearable, causing his cock to ache. Buggy wouldn’t be able to hold his own climax off for long.

“That’s it, pretty girl. You did so good,” he praised. “I’m so close, just keep taking this dick like the good little slut you are.” His words came out in a whine, almost begging you to let him keep fucking you.

You nodded, your body feeling deliciously weak under his rough thrusts. Your eyes fluttered and you watched him through your eyelashes. The look of determination and delight on his face kept a heat in your body, staving off some of the unavoidable overstimulation.

“I can keep going,” you whispered. “I can take it, Captain…”

Hearing those words in your voice, Buggy’s heart tried to escape his chest. “Yes you can, sweetheart. Tell me you like it,” he groaned. One of his hands danced away from your hip to rub your clit. It started lightly, very gently, and added pressure as your body relaxed and warmed to the touch.

“It...it feels so good…” You anticipated his next question and kept going, “Your fat cock feels so good in me, Captain. It’s so big and you use it so fucking well. Th-thank you for fucking me.”

As your cunt stroked his member, your words stroked his ego. The combination of both pushed him over the edge. He pressed his weight into you, driving his dick further as he screwed through his orgasm. The twitching and throbbing of his cock, his erratic thrusts, and the attention on your clit brought you to climax. This time, you couldn’t keep your eyes open, so you reveled in the sounds coming from Buggy’s mouth as he came inside you.

Buggy slowed as he came down from his climax, wincing slightly as you continued to contract and squeeze his dick. He lowered your legs and eased himself out of you slowly, reacting to the quiet whimper you made when he started moving.

The pirate allowed himself a moment to study how you looked right now. A ravishing treasure and all his. Your body was glowing, covered in sweat and flushed. Your face, neck, and chest were covered in his marks, some of which will wash away and others that will stick around until they fade. Your body was trembling as the aftershocks of the orgasms traveled along your nerves. Your legs bent, probably sore from accommodating him for so long. And your cunt, glistening and dripping. His eyes darted back up to your face, which was soft and relaxed.

Buggy crawled up next to you, careful to not jostle you much. He kissed your shoulder to let you know he was there, even though you felt him moving. You turned to face him, wanting to be lost in his green eyes and long lashes for a moment. You rolled over to face him better and placed a barely-there kiss on the tip of his nose. Buggy felt his nerves light up, but not from anger about the attention to his nose, but from feeling vulnerable and accepted.

“One more?” he whispered softly, tilting his head towards yours. You granted his wish and delivered another small kiss to his nose.

You felt liquid seep out of you and onto the sheets and frown at the uncomfortable feeling. Buggy caught the expression and said he’ll help you clean up. He rolled out of bed and ambled his way to the bathroom. You could see how gingerly he moved, which gave you the giggles. The clown came back with a damp towel and a dry one, scowling at your giggle.

“You’re walking so funny,” you explained as you held out your arms, mimicking his stance.

“Yeah, well I’d like to see you walk normally right now,” he quipped with a wink. You walked into that one. Or…you would have if you could feel your legs.

After cleaning yourself enough, and waiting for the feeling to return to your entire body, you finally crawled out of bed, afraid to see what kind of mess was left on the sheets. Before you could turn around, Buggy wrapped you in his arms and kissed the top of your head. Earlier, his body emanated lust and passion, but now it was affection and fondness. It felt like being wrapped tightly in a blanket that was warmed by the sun.

Buggy said he could take care of the bed if you wanted to take care of yourself in the bathroom, which you agreed to. As much as you wanted to stay near him, you needed a shower and wouldn’t mind having time to yourself to process what just happened.

Buggy pulled on his pants and sauntered away. You couldn’t help but admire his body, despite how close you were just moments ago. Before closing the door, he turned and caught you staring, which caused you to blush and look away in embarrassment. You heard the clown chuckle as he left the room.

In the bathroom, you could see hickeys across your neck and chest. You were also aware of how much your hips ached, not to mention how sore you were down there from being stretched for so long. But all together, you liked it. You liked where it all came from and what that time meant. One steamy shower later and you felt refreshed.
You came out of the bathroom, exhausted and ready to sleep. Buggy was waiting for you with a strangely colored drink.

“I-uh… Just in case you want this…” he offered awkwardly. “The crew keeps it on hand for their shenanigans, whenever they don’t, y’know, use protection.” You finally understood and accepted his offer gratefully.

“The crew, huh,” you asked, part teasing and part curious.

“Yeah, it took me a while to find it. Haven’t needed it in a while…” he muttered. “I haven’t…in a while.” Buggy’s explanation died off and you knew what he meant. You grabbed his hand and squeezed, letting him know it was the same with you.

Comfort and weariness coursed through your body, so you crawled into the bed covered in fresh sheets, planning to just rest your eyes until Buggy finished his own shower. In reality, you drifted off to sleep, too far gone by the time he came back.

Buggy brushed the hair from your face and kissed your forehead, still in disbelief that you decided to stay. He was going to make the decision worth it, promising to himself that he’ll prove it every day.

He crawled into bed behind you, pleasantly surprised you were sleeping in the nude. Then again, there weren’t any clean clothes for you to change into. Buggy wondered if that was something he planned or if he just forgot. Either way, he wrapped his arms around your warm body and pulled you close to him. The sweet smell of ginger and feelings of drowsiness came off your body, lulling him into the quietest sleep he’s had in a long time.

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Morning light flooded the room, gently easing you awake. Despite falling asleep towards the middle of the bed, you were now pressed so close to the edge of the bed that your arm was dangling off the mattress. Tenderly, you moved to roll over, but stopped when you felt something in the way. Instead, you shifted your body and turned in the same spot, wincing as you felt the ache in your muscles.

Taking up the majority of the bed was Buggy. Sprawled out and still deep asleep. One arm stretched out to you, almost as if it wanted to hold you and didn’t mean to exile you to the borders of the bed. A warm hum filled your chest as you gazed at the sleeping figure whose long blue hair flooded the bed.

The pirate clown had washed off his face paint the night before, but there were traces of his signature blue and red stained into his skin. You admired his long lashes and how delicate they made his sleeping face appear. This was your first time seeing Buggy like this. No costume or make-up, not masking or acting. Even with the ever-present red nose, he simply looked like himself. Not a clown, a jester, a pirate, a captain… Just Buggy. As you watched his broad chest rise and fall with each sleepy breath, you felt content.

Resisting the urge to snuggle into his body, you gently eased his arm back towards himself. Once you reclaimed some bed space, you stretched out. You felt a tingle as blood rushed through your body, waking your limbs. Lingering effects of overstimulation and the soreness caused you to shudder at the peak of your stretch.

“You ‘wake?” a groggy voice asked. A needy hand reached out, looking to confirm you were still nearby. Finding the warmth of your skin, his calloused fingers caressed you softly.

“Yeah, I just woke up. It looks like a nice day, perfect for checking out the town.” You sat up. The difference in temperature between the bed and the air was enough to cover you in goosebumps.

“Mm-mm, we’re staying in all day,” Buggy said distractedly, his voice still heavy with sleep. He had turned his head just enough to study you, not missing how the cooler air affected your body.

You started to protest, wanting to spend some time on land. There were a few sewing notions you planned to look for in the local shops. Before you could get out a full sentence, a disembodied arm snaked around your body and pulled you back. Buggy groaned softly as he rolled over to hold you close, his heavy breath in your ear.

“I said we’re staying here, YN. Captain’s orders,” he repeated, pressing your body into his chest.

“But I want to see the town.” You tried to pull away from the pirate. You created a few inches of space between your bodies, but couldn’t escape his strong embrace. “C’mon,” you grumbled, tugging at his arms and failing to pull them away.

Buggy chuckled and effortlessly pulled you back. Frustration prickled in your chest, like a bristly hedgehog. As much as you enjoyed being wanted, you would prefer to have some say in how your day was spent. You felt a shadow in the back of your mind that you were afraid to address. You rolled in place to face Buggy, being careful to not roll on his mess of hair.

“Seems like you have things planned out. Tell me, what’s the big plan? What does the future hold for Buggy the Clown?” If he had today planned out, what else was in store?

The pirate’s eyes twinkled out of glee from having your attention and from excitement for getting to talk about himself. Finally releasing you from his two-arm hold, Buggy ran his fingers through his hair and stared at the ceiling.

“You see, I’m going to become King of the Pirates,” he said smugly, “once I find the ultimate treasure…the One Piece. Then everyone will know and respect me. I’ll have all the riches in the world and no one would dare to cross me.” Despite being next to you, his voice sounded distant. The confidence behind his words felt rehearsed.

“What about me?” you asked softly.

“You’ll be right there with me! At the top of the world!” Buggy laughed and squeezed you. “You can even make me new clothes to wear as the Pirate King. Everyone will be so jealous!” While he meant it as a compliment for you, egotism and arrogance oozed from each word.

That wasn’t the answer you hoped for. Not the future you wanted. You didn’t want to be a side character in a story you were supposed to write together. A sharp pain flashed through your chest before it settled into a dull ache. You laid on your back and bit your lip, trying to hide your expression as you processed these thoughts.

The two of you laid in silence for a bit. You, overwhelmed by the thoughts swirling in your head. Him, content with his future plans. A clock tower from the town broke the quiet with its echoing chimes and bells.

“Fuck, I forgot- I sent everyone ashore so we have the ship to ourselves. Guess that means I’m responsible for breakfast.” Buggy scrambled out of bed and pulled on some pants. “I’ll be back, YN,” he said with a wink before rushing out the door, overlooking the absent look on your face.

The stillness in the room pushed you to move. You needed to do something, you couldn’t lay in bed - his bed - and succumb to feeling like an extra piece in his story. Some fresh air and new scenery would clear your head. Spying your bag lying near the door, you walked over and pulled out a change of clothes, glad you had some foresight when packing. At the bottom of the bag was some cash, which you pocketed.

You eased the door open to see if the coast was still clear. Although the location of the kitchen was still a mystery, you remembered how to get to the deck from the Captain’s quarters. You hurried along the corridors, the pounding in your chest reverberating in your head and drowning out the sounds of your footsteps. While you felt guilty for sneaking away, a small flame of defiance and independence in your body urged you forwards. Buggy couldn’t be that surprised, you reasoned with yourself. You did tell him more than once that you wanted to get out.

Just as you set one foot on deck, direct sunlight kissing your entrance, a hand grabbed your arm and spun you around. Of course. You tried to pull away, unsuccessfully.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Buggy was not too far behind his detached hand. There was no urgency in his walk, but there was anger and hurt.

“I-I wanted to see the town. I told you, I wanted to visit it.” You briefly glanced at his face before looking away, avoiding his tight expression. You took a deep breath, worried that he’d hear your voice shake if you didn’t. “I need some fresh air.” All truths, but the answers didn’t ease the guilt eating away at you. Still, you weren’t ready to say how you really felt.

Once Buggy reconnected to his hand, you felt the pressure increase slightly. Not enough to hurt you, but enough for you to know what he was going to say next. As he opened his mouth to restate his “Captain’s orders” you stepped back and out of his grasp.

“It’s so nice outside, Buggy.”

Buggy scowled, his eyes flickering between yours. He let out a deep sigh before forcing a smile. You weren’t sure if it was supposed to make you feel better or intimidate you.

“Okay, fine. Go have fun,” he said with a dismissive wave, “I’ll be here.” He nodded and turned away, not waiting for you to respond.

The edge in his voice stung. You rubbed your chest, trying to ease the pain. Taking a deep breath, you stepped fully onto the deck and imagined that it was the bright sun bringing tears to your eyes.

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You took your time walking along the dock, allowing the sun to kiss your skin. A gentle breeze carried invites from the town - foreign spices, warm coffee and vanilla, tantalizing dishes from restaurants, crisp perfume, and the heavy scent of tropical fruits and flowers. As you stared at the town ahead, you had trouble leaving behind the shadow following you. The darkness a weight that sat on your chest, pulling thoughts out of your head one-by-one like an anchor pulling

You ruminated over the future Buggy described. Was it truly so bad? Would you be happy if it played out that way? What did you really want to hear? What future did you imagine? As each thought was pulled out, you set it down, ready to organize them and decipher the answers. You rubbed your eyes, keeping the tears at bay, and stared into the blue sky. The endless expanse provided all the room you needed to lay out your thoughts and feelings. The fleeting ones were thin and wispy, drifting away like cirrus clouds. But you got stuck in the heavier emotions, lost among the cumulus clouds.

Finally, you were able to put words to the ache in your heart. You felt like an afterthought. As though your presence would have no impact on his future. That you wouldn’t add value. Buggy would go on to become King of the Pirates, with or without you. The role you’d play would be…to make clothes. What you really wanted was to actually help him achieve that dream, to support him along the way. There’s more you could do than be a seamstress. You hoped it was just a misunderstanding and that wasn’t all that he expected from you.

You took a deep breath, exhaling much of the turmoil in your body. The buzzing in your head was quieter, reduced to a hum that could hardly be noticed over the sound of the ocean dragging along the sandy shore. With a better grasp on your feelings, you felt better about checking out the locale for a bit before returning to the ship.

This place was much bigger than your hometown - it was nearly a city. The dock brought you to the crossroad of a bustling main street full of buildings offering enticing wares and delicious food. A cloyingly sweet smell of baked goods hit you with such force that you could have sworn that you were smacked in the face with a pastry. Following your stomach to a nearby stall, you bought a fruit crepe topped with sweet cream and nuts. You made quick work of the sweet breakfast, delighting in the fresh ingredients. Once satisfied, you start to stroll down the busy street, mingling with the crowds and observing the businesses.

A flower shop display spilling into the walkway caught your attention. Among the bright colors are fluttering butterflies, unintentional patrons enticing other passerbys to also stop and smell the flowers. There are so many flowers on display, some you recognized, some you had only seen pictures of, and others you had never seen, let alone heard of. As you took in the sights, a worker who was busy organizing the display waved their hand at you. Once he got your attention, he mimed wiping the corner of his mouth. Embarrassed, you quickly used both hands to wipe your mouth and the surrounding area, removing any rogue crepe cream.

“Ya got it,” the worker said with a smile. “Here you go, a beautiful flower for a beautiful lady.” He held out a long stemmed flower.

You gave a bashful smile. Before you could take the gift, someone bumped into you and knocked you off balance. In the few steps it took to right yourself, another person took the worker’s attention to ask about a particular bouquet. Thankful that you were no longer wearing your breakfast, you continued on exploring the main street.

Eventually, you came across a quaint business selling various craft and hobby items. You stepped inside and were immediately surrounded by the comforting smell of cinnamon and dust. Usually a dusty room was not an agreeable smell, but somehow it felt correct here. After browsing for a few minutes, you made note of a few items that you had hoped to purchase while in town (new shears, embroidery needles, wax for thread), as well as additional things you were excited to find (eyelet pliers, grommets, and corset boning). You tallied up the total and pulled out your cash to see what you could afford. Thumbing through the money, you shook your head as you realized that you didn’t even have enough for the items you originally wanted to get. You surveyed the shop, wondering which items you definitely wanted to get and whether this was a place that would allow haggling.

Although you were lost in thought, you felt something move in your hands. Looking down, you saw some extra bills in your grasp and a white object zip away. The object moved familiarly fast. You watched as it avoided detection while moving through the shop before disappearing near a suspicious cloaked figure. In disbelief, you strode over to the person and grabbed the hem of their cloak before they could move away.

“Is that really the best disguise you could come up with?” you hissed. You weren’t sure if you were more annoyed at being followed or disappointed in Buggy’s poor choice of attire. His body tensed for a moment as he considered running away from your grasp.

“Tried and true, baby,” he said as he turned to face you with a flashy grin. He tugged the cloak out of your hold and continued, “Took you forever to notice, beautiful lady.” The end of his sentence was saltier than the sea.

“Wha- Were you jealous?” you asked, emphasizing the last word with great amusement. The person who bumped into you at the flower shop must have been this clown. The faint blush that accompanied the scowl on Buggy’s face was enough of an answer and you fell into a fit of giggles. The fearsome pirate captain was jealous of someone promoting their business.

Buggy signed and rolled his eyes, as if he could read your mind. Still, your laugh was like glitter and it felt like some of the butterflies from the flower shop were in his stomach. Without a word, he pulled out a stunning blue flower and held it at you, like a school boy with a crush. When you took too long to take the flower, he tilted it towards you and bopped you on the face. The petals were soft and lightly fragrant. It reminded you of his hair and that thought carried memories of the intimacy and closeness you two shared.

To Buggy’s surprise, a small smile bloomed on your face. He thought being smacked by a flower would be annoying, but you seemed to like it. So he did it again, followed by tickling your nose with the flower. This time you snatched the flower out of his hand, robbing him of his weapon.

“My favorite color,” you said with a grin as you tucked the flower behind your ear and kissed the clown on his cheek. The number of butterflies in Buggy’s stomach increased tenfold and he felt a little nauseous. Giddy and nauseous.

“Alright, go do your shopping,” Buggy grumbled, clearly pleased but embarrassed by the affection.

You paused, unsure about spending the money he slipped into your hand, but his nonchalance and a wave of his hand let you know it was okay. There was more than enough to buy the items you wanted. Buggy hovered nearby as you checked out and maintained some distance when you left the shop.

A few shops down was a stall offering drinks. You felt a nudge to your ribs, as if asking to check it out. Buggy was a few steps behind, so you knew it was his rogue hand. Another nudge earned him a playful smack to the disconnected part. Standing off to the side, you looked at the menu full of different juices, teas, and coffee. Slightly overwhelmed by the choices, you decided on something that sounded good and placed your order. Once you had a beverage in hand, you made your way to Buggy, who was standing near a quiet alley.

“That’s not coffee.” You rolled your eyes at his obvious and annoying statement. You were holding an iced drink with a straw and it was definitely not coffee colored.

“You didn’t tell me what you wanted.”

“Do I look like the kind of guy who drinks…what is this?” He took a sip of the drink. Then another.

“It’s apple ginger milk tea. I can go get coffee, there’s still money left.” As you turned around, a hand grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

“This is fine, don’t waste the money.”

You looked at him. He stared back, blinked slowly, and took another sip. The sight of this pirate clown trying to look so innocent while using a straw to enjoy an iced drink was absolutely ridiculous to you. Your eyebrows crinkled and tears welled in your eyes as you tried to hold in the laughter.

“You know, you do look like the kind of guy who drinks that,” you said, your voice quivering slightly.

Buggy’s face tensed for a moment before he dropped it back into a blank look.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he said in a monotone voice, the straw still in his mouth.

The way the straw danced with each word broke you and the laughter burst out like water out of a broken pipe. Another glance at the doe-like expression on his face sealed your fate. You doubled over in laughter, which quickly turned hoarse as your lungs tried to work overtime to process the air your joy needed. The sound of your hollow laugh was too much for Buggy and he broke into laughter too. Instead of doubling over, he threw his head back, howling to the sky.

Unfortunately for you, the sight of this guy clinging to the cup and laughing with such abandon kept you rolling. And unfortunately for Buggy, the resurgence in your laugh kept his going. He felt his knees go weak and threaten to disconnect his legs, so he resorted to leaning on the wall for support. After what felt like forever, the laughter subsided and all that were left were lingering giggles that came out like small waves on the shore. You wiped the tears from your face and rubbed your achy cheeks. Instead of drinking the tea, Buggy was taking the opportunity to drink in how you looked - your eyes bright and wet from the laughter, your face ruddy with delight, your relaxed body radiating bliss.

Buggy held the half-finished drink to you, done with his schtick. Biting back more giggles, you accepted the beverage and took a drink. It was really good, actually. Sweet, creamy, and a little spicy-warmth from the ginger. It reminded you a little of how the soap on the Big Top smelled, in a good way. Holding the drink in one hand, you slipped your other hand into Buggy’s, entwined your fingers, and walked back onto the main street. His shoulder bumped into yours as you dragged him along at first, ignoring his feeble attempts at pulling away as he put on yet another show.

You felt nervous but happy, walking downtown with the pirate captain. Holding hands, sharing a drink, it felt like a date. The moment that word popped into your head, you felt your heart somersault. It felt silly and juvenile, but it was also something you wanted. While you were lost in thought, you didn’t realize that Buggy had wandered off, leaving his hand in yours. You only realized he departed when he returned and reconnected to his hand with an oddly magnetic snap.

In his other hand, Buggy held a cone of fries. They glistened with oil and salt, still steaming hot from the fryer. In a flurry of movement, he pulled his hand from your grasp, got rid of your empty drink cup, held the fries between you two, took off one glove, and began eating the greasy snack. Seeing how hot they still were, you grabbed a small fry and ate.

“Good, right? This town has some of the best bites,” he said, licking the salt off his fingertips. Noticing your gaze, he waggled his eyebrows.

“Yeah, this is nice,” you agreed, thinking about more than just the food.

Together you finished the snack and as Buggy went to toss the cone, a small street dog jumped on his legs. Buggy cried out and tried to push the dog down, half-starting profanities under his breath, but the dog was too interested in the smell of food to move his attention elsewhere. You crouched down and held out your hand to the dog and beckoned it over. The dog approached you, thinking you might have food. When he realized your hands were empty, he rubbed against your hands and you began to pet the pup.

“Do you not like dogs?”

“They’re fine, but I’m more used to cats. They’re helpful on ships, catching rats and staying out of the way.” Buggy sounded disinterested, yet he walked over and crouched down to watch the dog, who had sat down to enjoy the pets.

Buggy reached out and scratched the dog’s side, who flopped over dramatically at having so much attention. When the pirate stopped, the dog turned his head to look pointedly at Buggy, as if saying, “How dare you?” The expression was so clear that you two busted into laughter and Buggy resumed the scratching. An unknown signal caught the dog’s attention, maybe someone called for him, or he smelt some food nearby, so he abruptly rolled over and left you two behind.

As you and Buggy stood up, he slipped his hand back into yours. You glanced at his face, noticing how he avoided looking at you as he tried to act like this was very natural for him. The scowl and blush that you saw back at the shop had returned and you found it absolutely adorable. You squeezed his hand and he returned the gesture, the blush on his face deepening.

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A few streets away, the town’s clock called out the time. With each ring of a bell, you were surprised by how much time had passed. It didn’t feel like you spent hours in the town, yet the clock told a different story. To be honest, you didn’t expect to be here for so long. But hey, time flies when you’re having fun. That’s probably doubly true when it’s with a clown.

“Do you wanna head back?” You looked up at your pirate escort.

“Finally, I’m tired of being around all these shitty extras,” Buggy groaned as his shoulders slumped forwards.

“More fun when you can be the center of attention?” you teased while tugging the hem of his cloak, earning a wink in response. Buggy tightened his grip on your hand and led you down a side street.

“Why did you come out here?” you ventured, finally posing the question that’s been a step behind you the whole day. Buggy stayed silent for a few steps, making you wonder if he even heard you at all. You both turned at the end of the side street and were greeted by the seashore, with the Big Top in the distance.

“No audience on the ship,” Buggy finally said. He dropped your hand and stepped ahead of you, giving him space to turn around and spread his arms in a flourish. “I figured an audience of one was better than none.”

He stared at you with an enigmatic look. Too many emotions swirled in the storm brewing in his green eyes for you to read. His expression faltered, the clown make-up the only thing carrying a happy expression for a moment. Buggy dropped his arms and continued, “Besides, I wanted to see what you were so interested in this shithole. Why you were so eager to go.”

He did nothing to hide his bitterness. The scorn and hurt in his eyes were as sharp as a coral reef, your heart playing the part of the sinking ship. Buggy’s eyes stayed locked on yours, watching as they darted everywhere, trying to find the words.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” You still hadn’t found the right script and the words trailed off.

“Betray me?” The words came from Buggy so readily and he delivered them without any emotion that it shocked you. You finally matched his gaze, realizing just how shitty it was to have left like you did. To have not said anything.

“Honestly, I thought you changed your mind and were leaving for good,” Buggy said in a low strained voice. Your body reacted without thought. You closed the space between you two and grabbed his hand with both of yours, holding it tightly.

“No, that’s not it. I wouldn’t- I’m sorry,” you paused and stared at the gloved hand you grabbed, gathering your thoughts. “I felt…unsure.”

Buggy winced and stared out at sea, afraid of what you were unsure of. Him? It shouldn’t be a surprise, he is a pirate. He’s shed blood, led sieges, hell, he imprisoned you on his ship. Buggy wanted to pull away from your hold, but the numbness in his chest had traveled to his arm as well.

“I’m not sure if I’m cut out for life on a pirate ship, Buggy. I said I’d sail the seas with you, not for you.” The next words shook as they came out, as you finally gave into the shadow that had been clouding your head all day. “I don’t want to be some…lackey.”

“I don’t see you that way.” Buggy’s words were clear, as were his eyes as they looked at you with such concern and sincerity. He wiped away a tear you didn’t notice on your cheek and leaned in a little.

“I’m good at reading people. You have to be when you’re surrounded by dangerous shitheads, like pirates, freaks, outcasts, and artists.” The sad smile that danced across your face encouraged him to continue. “I see someone who writes their own story as they go. Who thinks they have a plan, when they really don’t.”

You felt a few more tears escape, a mix of sadness and happiness. His exaggerated expressions and bobbing head were so buoyant they kept you from sinking further.

“Your plans seem to work out in the end. You have a knack for…” Buggy waved a hand as he thought, “working the crowd, you know? Making connections, winning people over.” He pointed at himself, like it was a secret that you had captured a part of him.

You felt better, but there was still one more rock weighing you down. “Do you really think that my future is just going to be making clothes for the Pirate King?”

“What? No. Well, I mean, I’d like you to,” he tripped over the words, rushing to assure you and ending with a sheepish confession.
“You worked on clothes for the Buggy Pirates, but not their captain.” He pointed at himself again, using both hands for extra flash. “Anyways, like I was saying. Plans don’t always work out. Tell me, what kind of future did you imagine when you ran away from home?”

He watched as your eyes clouded over for a moment, remembering what set you off on this chaotic journey. Finally, they settled on the Big Top and you began to speak.

“At first, I wanted to be somewhere new, where no one knew me. Where I could learn who I am. When you captured me-” A cackle interrupted you.

“No, no, you were like a moth to the flame.”

You bit back a remark. There was too much truth in that statement for you to be annoyed at being cut off, so you nodded slightly to acknowledge the clown’s quip.

“After that happened, I thought I had no future. At least not one worth thinking about. But that changed at some point. I guess I eventually got a taste of what I wanted - to be somewhere else and learn who I am.” You looked away from the ship and back at the man standing in front of you.

“I’d like to keep learning about myself…and about you. You’re right, Buggy. Who knows what the future will hold, all I know is that I want to spend it with you.”

Buggy’s smile grew to match his face paint. His grin was so big it crinkled his eyes, turning them into little crescents. “Say it again.”

You rolled your eyes and restarted the walk back to the ship. “Let’s go home, Buggy.”

Hands grabbed yours and spun you in an ungraceful but wonderfully dizzying twirl. Once the world righted itself, you saw the pirate clown ahead of you and his disembodied hands zipping back to their owner. He thumbed his nose and waggled his fingers while sticking out his tongue, egging you into a race back to the Big Top. Another one of his games. You ran after Buggy and his billowing cloak, shouting and laughing.

The joy turned to momentary shock when Buggy tripped and fell on his face. You rushed over in concern as he sat up. When you saw he wasn’t hurt, you shoved him back down and took the lead, leaving his indignant shouts behind.

Buggy could have easily caught up or used his Devil Fruit powers to win. But the view from behind, being able to see the joy, delight, and determination on your face, and to hear your taunts and laughter, were better than bragging rights. Probably. When he finally caught up and saw your flushed face, nearly glittering with the light sheen of sweat from the run, and the giggles spilling out of you, he knew it was definitely better than bragging rights.

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Finally back on the ship, you excused yourself to take a shower. The town air left a gritty feeling on your skin, and the race to the ship didn’t help. A sun-warmed shower later and a fresh you emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. Maybe you should have bought more clothes in town. Then again, seeing how Buggy stared had you reconsider that thought. He was leaning against his desk, no cloak, jacket, or fancy pirate hat. He fiddled with a throwing knife, the muscles in his arms flexing with each movement. Next to him was a platter of fruit, nuts, and dried meat.

“Thought you might want something to eat,” he said distractedly while his own hungry eyes looked you over. He noticed how the blush on your face spread as you avoided his gaze, which made him all the more interested in watching you.

You walked over to peer at the offerings. A plump golden fruit caught your attention and as you picked it up, Buggy plucked it from your grasp. He twirled the knife in his hands before peeling the mango, leaving enough skin for you to hold the fruit without getting messy. Well, not for long. The fruit was so ripe and juicy that it was difficult to keep the nectar from escaping your mouth.

“Is it good?” Buggy asked in a low voice, his eyes stuck on your lips.

“Yeah, do you want a taste?” you whispered, only to receive a shake in response.

Buggy maneuvered himself in front of you, causing you to lean against the desk yourself. He looked pointedly at the mang and you took another bite. In an attempt to keep the juice from dripping everywhere, you accidentally made an obnoxious slurping sound. Buggy’s eyes snapped towards yours at the sound. The lights twinkling in his eyes were as mischievous as his grin. He tilted his head to the side, as if the angle would sift the thoughts in his head, leaving behind the ones he needed.

“Actually, I think I do want a taste…”

You held the mango towards Buggy and he shook his head again. He pulled off his gloves and lowered himself down to the ground. His intention and the unexpected anticipation of the moment sent a wild heat to your head and your core. Suddenly, the mango wasn’t the only thing dripping.

Once on his knees, Buggy ran his hands up your legs. Starting at your calves, his rough but gentle hands blazed their way up to your thighs which he squeezed lightly. Then came the kisses. Light and fluttery at first. You were lost in the sensations from the quick kisses, the touch of his nose, and warmth from his breathing. You swore you could also feel his lashes tickle your skin as the kisses become more passionate and sloppier. Open mouth kisses, his teeth nipping at you, his tongue dancing along your skin, his gentle hums of pleasure.

After a particularly loud groan from Buggy, which was accompanied by another squeeze of your thighs, you remembered to breathe. With shaky hands you loosened the towel wrapped around your body and allowed it to fall open. Buggy looked up at you, his green eyes wide with awe and appreciation. The sight of the pirate clown on his knees gazing up at you with such desire and lust was unlike anything you ever saw before.

A nudge to your hand reminded you of the fruit that started all of this. Buggy’s disembodied hand was there with you, his fingers tracing your wrist, softly encouraging you to continue with the snack he so kindly retrieved and peeled for you. Meanwhile, Buggy lifted one of your legs and hooked it over his shoulder. Once he had access to your inner thigh, he began assaulting it with kisses and heartier bites. The mango grazed your lips and you licked it absentmindedly. Another nudge from Buggy’s hand and you took a bite. At the same time Buggy slipped his tongue into your wet slit, finally tasting your sweet nectar. A whimper escaped your lips, alongside some juice from the fruit.

Buggy trailed his tongue along your cunt, lapping up the wetness seeping out. A particularly languid lick upwards from your entrance ended with him sucking on your sensitive clit, eliciting a high pitched moan from you. The stimulation increased the tension growing in your body. The leg hooked on his shoulder tightened as if in an attempt to keep him in that position for as long as possible, or at least as long as you needed to cum on his face. Buggy indulged your body, switching between his tongue making shapes, sucking, and lazy licks all on your clit.

Again, another nudge to your wrist. That damned hand was still disconnected and trying to entice you into eating. All you could do was muster out a soft disagreement in between whimpers and moans.

“One more bite, baby. I can’t be the only one enjoying a snack,” Buggy requested. His green eyes fluttered as he looked up at you and licked his lips. A thin thread - a mix of spit and and your juice - connected his mouth to your cunt and glimmered in the light. The lewd sight was too much and you gave in as his hand guided yours. You whined as you took a larger bite than expected, juice dripping down your hand, your mouth, and spilling onto your chest.

Buggy rewarded you with a kiss on your clit before returning to licking your slit. He tongued your entrance as you tried your hardest to choke down the food in your mouth without drowning. You just managed to swallow the bite as you felt Buggy’s fingers prod your wet hole. He slowly eased in two fingers, allowing you to feel every bit of his digits as they slid in.

“B-buggy,” you cried loudly, closing your eyes and feeling dizzy. You hadn’t realized how needy your body was, how badly you wanted to be filled.

You felt bursts of air as he chuckled, clearly pleased with how loud you were. He began to thrust his fingers, relishing in how wet you were for him. Buggy’s mouth was still busy, taking in all your juices and working hard to please you.

The tension deep in your body was growing, leaving the rest of you weak. Really, Buggy and the desk were the only things holding you up at this point. His disconnected hand had given up on getting you to eat the mango, thankfully. Instead, it found it’s way to the back of your head. His fingers entwined in your hair, cradling your head in his large grasp, and providing you just enough stability to stay sitting up.

“Fuuuuck, Buggy,” you whined, leaning into his hold. You glanced down and what a vision it was. Buggy’s eyes were closed, but you could still see the focused, lustful look across his face. At least the part of his face you could see. He looked like a man on a mission, one that he was fulfilling dutifully and with much passion and desire.

“Buggy, look at me…” The words came out in a whine, full of need and desperation. He tilted his head up at the same time he curled the fingers inside you. The sensation felt taunting, especially in comparison to how he seemed so obedient looking up like you requested. You resisted the urge to throw back your head and close your eyes, knowing you didn’t have long before Buggy would succeed in making you climax.

Buggy was in heaven at the moment and was intent on being your rapture. As badly as he wanted to say how delicious you were, ask how good you felt, tell you to keep crying his name, his mouth had a far more important job. Based on the faces you were making, he knew he was doing a damn good job. Buggy kept his eyes trained on yours, part because you asked, but also to see what really got you off. Plus, he wanted to see what kinds of expressions accompanied the sweet sounds coming from your mouth.

Buggy’s focused expression was the tipping point. Seeing how eager he was to watch how he made you feel good created a tremor in your heart that ran through your body and unlocked the tension in your core. As the climax kicked in, you leaned slightly against the hand caressing the back of your head, which was a signal for Buggy. He kept the same motions he had been doing and didn’t look away, not wanting to derail the course of your orgasm. Your pleading eyes and the whispers of his name that fell from your lips were his reward.

He slowed down his movements and gently pulled away as your body began to relax and your breathing returned to normal. Against your better judgment, you leaned up to look at him instead of trying to regain some strength first. You were greeted by the sight of the pirate clown looking content with half of his face glistening, make-up smeared to nothing, and sucking the fingers that were just inside you because he hadn't had enough of you.

Finally, Buggy eased your leg down and stood up, nearly towering over you. The fact that he was still fully clothed (besides his bare hands) while you were nude made your heart and your core go pitter patter again. Buggy brought up a hand to wipe your lip before licking the drop of juice off his thumb.

“Not as sweet as you.” He winked after catching how your eyes fluttered and your breath hitched for a moment.

“I-I think I need another shower,” you muttered.

“Yeah, you’re an absolute mess.”

“Gee, I wonder why!” You rolled your eyes at him in mock disdain.

“You probably need someone to help you clean yourself,” Buggy said, with a soft tone of request underneath.

You looked him over and gave a brief nod. It probably wasn’t going to be a calm and relaxing shower, but that’s okay.

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Warm water beat down on Buggy’s back, but he could hardly register the sensation. His mind was empty of everything but the sight of you kneeling on the ground, looking up at him expectantly. Lust and desire danced in your eyes. There was also certain softness in your expression as well, one that Buggy had trouble identifying.

He compared this reality to the countless fantasies he’s conjured since you stepped onto the ship and each one paled in comparison. It was the difference between seeing a picture of a field of flowers and actually feeling the warmth of sunlight caress your skin as a gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of the flowers that filled the landscape. Each moment he had imagined lacked the mysterious emotion in your eyes now. A word whispered through his mind, responding to the question in his mind with an answer he wasn’t aware he knew. You were looking at him with adoration.

“Buggy…” your voice called him back into the moment, a twitch of his cock signaling his arrival. He took a heavy gulp and nodded slightly, giving you the confirmation you were waiting for.

You ran your hands up his thighs before using one to gently cup his balls and the other to hold the base of his cock. Holding it steady, you licked the tip, tasting the precum that had dribbled out. You wrapped your lips around the swollen head and swirled your tongue, the feeling enhanced by the slickness of Buggy’s precum. Buggy groaned, just loud enough to hear over the shower. The sound encouraged you to take more of him in your mouth, which was rewarded with a string of profanity and praise.

Buggy struggled to keep his eyes open enough to watch you bob up and down his cock. You looked so beautiful trying to fit as much of his swollen member as you could into your plush mouth. He lifted a shaky hand and placed it on the back of your head - not to add pressure, but just to feel more of you. In response, you let out a hungry moan around his cock. The vibrations bounced throughout his body, mirroring the feeling of the shower water on his skin.

“F-fuuuckk!” Buggy hissed through the stimulation assaulting his body from every direction.

This felt too good and he was not ready to let it end so soon. Raking his fingers through your hair, he pulled you back and tilted your head upwards. He wasn’t prepared for the sinfully lustful expression that greeted him - your mouth agape, your lips slightly swollen, your eyes glazed and nearly unfocused due to bliss. Although his body was shielding you from the shower, enough water bounced off his body to leave dew-like drops that shimmered on your hair and lashes, creating beauty that rivaled the stars. Buggy’s breath caught in his throat and you could feel his grip tighten and tremble, the sensation allowing a whisper-quiet moan to slip from your open mouth. For a moment, Buggy felt like he could come just from seeing you like this.

Despite his cock aching for stimulation, Buggy needed to temper his impending orgasm so he could draw out this moment. Instead, he guided your mouth to his heavy balls. You stuck out your tongue and gave them a flat lick. Buggy closed his eyes in ecstasy and let out a shaky breath. As you gave his balls sloppy kisses, gentle massages with your tongue, and careful suckling, he murmured incessantly.

“Baby, f-fuck… You’re so good, your mouth is so good. Keep sucking, sweets. Sh-show me how good you want me to- fuck, how good you want me to f-feel. D-do you like how my f-fat cock sits on your fuck...fucking face?”

Your breathy affirmation and slight nod shot through his nearly-fried nerves. As hard as Buggy was trying to ignore the ceaseless tickles from the shower, each step you brought him closer to climax also made every sensation far more intense. A particularly throaty moan from your mouth caused Buggy to pull your face away, once again rewarding him with another sublime expression.

“Open wider,” he groaned. He eased your mouth onto his swollen cock, pressing into you deeper than you took earlier. He paused, partly to also add this vision to his mental scrapbook, but also to check if you were okay. Unable to speak, you nodded eagerly and locked eyes with Buggy, trying to communicate the absolute hunger you had to make him feel as good as he made you feel. The message was received as your desire and intent floated on waves into his sea green eyes.

Buggy’s cock twitched in your full mouth, adding to the pressure his thickness delivered effortlessly. The pirate adjusted the grip on your hair and used his other hand to wipe away water droplets on his face that were threatening to obscure his view. He continued to push on your head slowly, relishing in how your lush mouth caressed his sensitive tip. A different but just as intoxicating feeling as being in your sopping cunt. The thought sent another twitch to his cock, this one jolting a high-pitched whine from you.

Buggy eased your mouth off his cock, pulling your lips to the tip of his member, before fucking his cock with your mouth. Although he wasn’t going deep, his thickness and quick pace created a sweet ache in your mouth. In between breaths, you whimpered, moaned, and drooled. Each reaction pushing Buggy closer to climax. Too close. He needed to slow down again. You took advantage of his reduced pace to swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip, finding a game in trying to find the right moment when you had the space to tease while trying to keep his cock from springing out of your mouth with each throb.

“Fuuuck, what are you doing…” Buggy panted to himself. “S’too s-senstive for that. Gonna make you, hnnng, s-stop.” Although his voice was shaky and stuttering, his firm grip on your hair let you know he was going to follow up on the threat. He pressed your mouth onto his cock at a steady pace, intent on filling you entirely.

“C’mon, baby. You can do it, you c-can take this cock. Breathe… relax. I need you to be m-my little cock whore, right now. It’s okay, you can do it. L-let me- fuck, see what you look like ch-choking on this cock. I-I want to see you full of me…” The words streamed out of his mouth, showering you in praise and want and ending in a desperate whine.

You blinked away moisture, more tears than shower mist, and let him continue his seizure of your mouth. A deep breath and tightly clenched hands helped you through the final stages. With his cock pressed firmly against the back of your throat and your lips wrapped around the base, Buggy was entirely awe-struck. He knew he couldn’t stay like this for long, but what he wouldn’t give to come deep in your throat like this. A frown began to blossom on your face, the start of the end. You could feel your gag reflex getting more insistent, so you brought up your hands to press against Buggy’s thighs. While you were no match in terms of strength, this man was truly weak against you and that gesture was enough of a signal for him to pull out. You took a deep breath and coughed at how rough the air felt in your throat.

“A-are you okay?” Buggy asked in a low voice. You looked at him with tears in your eyes, spit dribbling down your chin, and a genuine smile. Your breathy confirmation was fuel to the fire devouring his every sense. “Shit, I-I want to see you do that yourself,” he panted. He finally let go of your hair and used his shaky hand to caress your jaw.

You paused before responding. Not due to apprehension, but to savor the sights and sounds of Buggy completely consumed with you. You knew your next words would probably make it a little harder to meet his request (literally), but you also knew just how euphoric they would make him feel.

“Yes, captain.”

“Oh, fuck…” Buggy’s eyes widened and fluttered in shock as a tremor ran through his body. It took everything in his power to keep enough blood in the rest of his body to keep it from collapsing entirely. His dark, hungry eyes watched as you slipped his cock back into your mouth. You moved slower than he did. It was an agonizing thrill for the pirate captain, exactly what he needed to stay on the cusp of his orgasm.

You could hear Buggy’s voice, but the static sound of the shower drowned out any particular words or phrases. Even still, his tone and the twitches surging through his body were enough to cheer you on. With a final deep inhale, you pressed forwards, ignoring the spasms in your throat, and finished taking his full length. You looked up at Buggy with drops of water (or were they tears?) trailing down your cheeks.

All of a sudden, your mouth was vacant. Buggy moved without thinking, leaning forwards to grip your chin and cheeks so he could capture your mouth in a hasty and messy kiss. He muttered praise in between kisses, telling you how good he felt, how good you made him feel, how beautiful you are, and so much more that you could hardly hear with how your head was spinning from his passion and hunger. The kisses tasted of you, him, precum, lust, and paradise.

Standing back up, Buggy gingerly braced himself against the shower wall. “P-please keep going, I-I’m so close…”

You adjusted your position, trying to ease the burn growing in your legs from kneeling, so you could focus on bringing Buggy to climax. You wrapped your hands around his cock and your mouth around the remainder and began to pump. He had been making sounds you hadn’t heard before. Each stuttered utterance was like music to your ears and you wanted nothing more than to hear the end of this symphony.

The pirate's disembodied hand floated down and tugged one of yours to caress his balls. His hand nudged you into place and once it was done ensuring you were applying the right amount of pressure, it continued its journey. It stopped at your heat, which was dripping enough it could nearly rival the showerhead. Fingers pressed against your clit, which you hadn’t realized was so swollen and aching for stimulation. Your slickness and hunger to be touched was more than enough for the intentional dance of his fingers to propel you towards your own climax. Honestly, the intensity of your orgasm earlier still had your nerves on edge and helped in getting you to the end sooner.

“C-c’mon pretty girl… I-I wanna see you come with...with m-my cock stuffed in your f-fucking mouth,” Buggy choked out between moans, hoping his encouragement might push you over the edge faster than you were pushing him.

And it did. Hearing him struggle to speak while you stroked and sucked his cock sent you into a star-filled void of pleasure. As you struggled to keep moving through the orgasm Buggy filled the gaps with thrusts, enjoying how it felt to fuck your slack-jawed mouth. When you were able to blink away enough starlight out of your vision, you tried to return to a steady pace and gazed up at Buggy, letting him know you were here for him. Taking advantage of the post-orgasmic looseness in your body, you took him deeper in your mouth with each bob. His balls tightened in response, letting you know he was past the point of no return.

Buggy screwed his eyes shut as his cock pulsed and he came in your mouth. You softened your movements to match the signals his body was giving. With how long he had been carrying this erection and how heavy his load was, you wanted to avoid overstimulating him too much. You realized that you missed the mark slightly when Buggy’s body twitched hard, snapping his hips backwards and pulling his member from your mouth along with some of his load. You swallowed what didn't escape.

A disembodied hand carefully and slowly eased you back into a standing position. Buggy was slumped against the shower wall, eyes closed, his long lashes lightly fluttering in bliss. He cracked an eye and gave you a weak smile - a sign of life, as well as a white flag. As blood returned to the rest of his body, including his brain, Buggy began to realize that there was a slight chance that maybe coming in the shower could possibly be a tiny little bit too intense for him. Maybe. He’d probably need to keep testing this idea.

Buggy was far gone, lost in an ocean of thought, so you took the time to admire his form. His heaving chest, water leaving streams that highlighted his muscles, some of which were still flexed and others that were relaxing, and his beautiful blue hair cascading down his body. You grabbed the ginger soap and tentatively touched Buggy’s head, wanting to wash his hair. He didn’t react, except lazily opening his eyes to look at you before closing them again, so you continued. You made sure to lather everything, lightly massaging and scratching his scalp before bringing the suds down to the tips of his hair.

After rinsing the soap out of his hair, you began to soap his body. A domestic gesture that also gave you an excuse to touch him more. Buggy anticipated your moves and made sure to move his limbs and turn around just as you needed. Once you finished covering him in soap (and feeling him up), he rinsed off and performed the same acts on you.

Buggy’s large rough hands moved with care. The feel of his fingertips all over your body gently massaged your muscles and caressed your heart. You felt like a small bird in his grasp, held with a gentle tenderness. Not caged or captured, but in a hold that was safe and allowed you both to observe each other.

“...water’s still warm,” you murmured softly as Buggy rinsed your hair. He chuckled.

“Perk of being the captain. It’s a larger water tank,” he explained with a tinge of boastful pride.

“Oooh, lucky captain.”

He pulled you into an embrace, wrapping his arms around your body. The wetness on your bodies added to the intimacy.

“You have no idea,” he muttered, his lips pressed against your forehead.

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Together you lay entwined in bed, your bare bodies wrapped in a blanket of exhaustion from the unexpectedly long day. Your head rested on Buggy’s shoulder and you watched the movement of his chest with each breath. The slow, steady rise and fall had you wondering if the pirate had drifted away to sleep already. Gentle fingertips tracing along your arm let you know that he was still here, just adrift in the moment.

“YN,” he said softly, also curious about where you and your mind were. You murmured in response and wrapped an arm around his body, the embrace saying you were here with him. Maybe there was a change in the tension in his body or the cadence of his breathing changed, but you felt the atmosphere shift ever so slightly. The moment felt paused.

“Why are you here?” Buggy questioned, each word shoved through a veil of hesitation. He felt the tension in your body and rethought the question. “Shit, no, I mean…why did you choose to stay here, with…with the ship?” It wasn’t the exact question he wanted to ask, but a deep-seated fear of rejection replaced a few choice words for him. Despite his skills, the entertainer’s performance faltered slightly as the tone of his voice conveyed the real question.

This felt like the type of conversation that would be easier to have without the pressure or distraction of eye contact, so you both laid under the heavy weight of Buggy’s question. The seed pit of apprehension in Buggy’s chest took root as he waited for your answer. The trailing vines were intent on choking his rational thoughts, leaving behind toxic whispers telling him that should have never asked, the answer will not be what he wants. That the silence was too long and the lack of a response was your answer. And what an insult it was, how dare you treat him like this?

With your response finally ready to deliver, you tightened your embrace. The pressure broke through the force of the jungle choking Buggy’s mind. While he still felt tense under your hold, you could see some of the weight lift off his chest.

“I feel accepted and safe. Even though I didn’t feel very safe at first-” The hand that had been mindlessly dancing along your arm froze at the comment as numb regret coursed through Buggy’s body. You quickly continued, wanting to make sure he didn’t block out the rest of your reply. “...over time, I saw that you had a weird way of showing kindness. You can be…gentle. And your presence is encouraging. Inspiring. I feel it and I see it with your crew, Buggy. They adore their captain, you know. So do I…”

The following quiet was punctuated by a small sniffle. And then another. Buggy’s chest swelled underneath you with each stifled sound. His disembodied hand floated away to tend to his wet eyes. You stayed still, letting him direct the moment. Although you hadn’t seen this side of him before, the pirate clown was an emotional man.

“Thanks,” he choked out in a barely there whisper. A few hurried movements from Buggy reset the scene, moving your bodies so that he was hugging you from behind. His face, and nose, pressed tightly into your back. “I feel the same way about you.”

Warmth flooded your body at his declaration. The feeling was bolstered by the comfort of Buggy’s body cradling yours and weariness from the day’s activities, all of which slowly pulled you down into slumber. Your body relaxed against Buggy’s and your breathing turned slow and deep, a lullaby for the pirate as he too fell asleep.

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Hours later, you woke up in nearly the same place. Darkness flooded the room, so it wasn’t the morning that pulled you from sleep. It was actually how you were positioned. Rather than Buggy commandeering the entire bed, he still had his arms wrapped tightly around your form. Holding you close to him, to his heart. While his embrace was comforting and soft, it pressed you against something that was less comfortable and much harder.

“Sorry…” Buggy shifted slightly, his sleep also interrupted by the same intruder.

“It’s alright,” you assured him. While you weren’t sure what might have caused the headstrong visitor to show up, you felt some flattery that it might be for you. Interested in testing your hypothesis, you leaned back into Buggy, adjusting your body so your plush rear was aligned with his erection. The groan that drifted from behind your ear was encouraging data, so you pressed against him again. This time you got a whispered explicative. Before you could repeat the experiment, a hand grasped your hip and kept it in place.

“Don’t start what you won’t finish,” Buggy warned. His low growl broke free from the lingering remains of sleep. He took your stillness as you evaluating the situation, when you were really just toying with him. You had every intention of following through and you knew that he wanted it too.

“Please…” You emphasized the request by grinding against his cock. Buggy’s breath hitched and he rewarded your plea by increasing his hold. He dug his fingers into your soft skin and guided your movement, conducting the dance between your bodies to the beat of his throbbing.

Buggy pressed his mouth to the back of your ear then traveled down your neck and along your shoulder. He dotted your skin with kisses so sweet and gentle that they fluttered away before being replaced once more by his lips. Each point of contact was warmed by desire, the subdued heat gliding across your skin like the summer sun and leaving your body aching for more. A whimper escaped your mouth as you eagerly melted into Buggy’s physical attention.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Let me take care of you.” He spoke with his lips pressed against your skin, unwilling to break contact.

“I need you, Buggy.”

Your words were like music to his ears, a siren’s call to fall into your depths. Desperate to fulfill your needs and more, Buggy’s other hand flitted between your bodies and grabbed his hard cock. He shifted your bodies until he was able to glide his member along your slick opening. A twitch from his cock lodged the tip inside your cunt, eliciting a needy whine from your mouth.

Craving more of your sweet songs, Buggy slowly eased himself into your heat. The warm walls of your pussy drooled and clenched around him, stretching to accommodate his cock. Each heavy breath and airy moan you let loose held Buggy’s heart in a vice grip that could only be alleviated by losing himself in you.

“Pretty girl, good girl…feel how your pussy wraps around me so perfectly?” His breathy voice was like silk, draping over your body. As you melted into his touch, Buggy finished burrowing his length into you. “This is where my cock belongs,” he grunted, “deep inside of you.”

“Yes,” you gasped, feeling full, both physically and emotionally. “I belong to you, captain.”

Another kiss graced your neck, this one sloppier and more passionate than the others. You felt his lips move against your skin. “And I belong to you…” Buggy’s response was soft and breathy, light like glass. He spoke as if he was afraid of saying it outloud, of breaking something delicate.

Buggy began moving his hips against yours, setting a slow, sensual pace. Your body clung to every bit of him with each thrust. The dull head of his cock constantly massaged the points inside, coaxing you closer to climax. His hand glided across your body and cupped your breast. Rough fingers ran along your nipple, lightly tweaking it just enough to pull out it’s hardness. You brought up your hand to slide the pirate’s grasp until he was palming your breast, then you pressed against his fingers until he was groping and fondling you with the hungry, impatient desire you knew he was attempting to restrain.

The hand on your hip drifted forwards, moving along the curve of your body. Buggy’s fingers quickly found your tender clit. You cried out as a jolt ran through your body, betraying how sensitive you were, how your body ached with need for more attention. His attention. And Buggy was more than happy to deliver. His fingers grinded against your clit, the frantic sensation balancing the steady pace of his hips. Buggy could still hear dredges of sleep in your choked moans, the slight damper pushing you to give into all the sensations across your body.

“Buggy, please!” Your cry had him throbbing cock into you harder, dragging along your aching walls. His fingers continued to dance along your clit, bringing a crescendo with the orgasm that surged through your body. In between his continued kisses and small bites on your shoulder, Buggy talked through your climax.

“Good job, you’re so pretty when you c-come on my cock.” “I could listen to you all fucking night, baby.” “You like feeling so full, don’t you? B-being stretched around my fat fucking cock?” “Your pussy is squeezing me so- ahhh, so fucking tight. F-feels like it’s gonna break me, baby.”

While his fingers followed your body’s cue and slowed to avoid further assault to your oversensitive clit, his words had the opposite effect. The sound of his voice, carried with moans of pleasure, kept your body on fire.

“Give me one more…w-wanna make you feel good,” Buggy begged as the movement of his hips stuttered slightly. The moderate pace helped him keep his own climax at bay, but the increased tightness in your cunt had brought him agonizingly close. As badly as he wanted to cum, he wanted to take his time with you.

You whined in response, weak against the pirate’s request. His hand trailed up your chest until it was under your chin, allowing his thumb to graze your bottom lip. The touch carried the ghost of a memory and you opened your mouth.

“Yes, Buggy…p-please make me come, captain.” You knew the effect these words would have on him, the way they captivate him. Obedient fingers returned their attention to your clit and Buggy’s hips slammed into yours with an impassioned fervor.

“That’s it, you can do it, b-baby.” “Let me fuck another orgasm out of you.” “Your wet cunt feels s-so good, it’s so fucking perfect.” “Show me h-ahh, how fucking good I make you feel.” “Louder, honey, I wanna hear how badly you need this cock.”

“Fuck, I-I’m c-…” The words languished on your tongue, transforming into a high pitched moan as another orgasm overtook your body. Buggy rocked his body against yours harder, forcing his aching cock through the intense pulses coursing through your cunt. Your hands feverishly reached for any part of him to hold, landing on the hand still resting on your chin. You laced your fingers through his and clasped his hand in between both of yours, holding on for dear life as the intensity of your orgasm peaked.

Buggy’s movement grew sporadic as his cock pulsed, releasing his load with each spasm. A few slow thrusts carried him through the end of his climax, causing some of the excess liquid to be pushed out. Buggy’s body twitched behind yours as he curled against you. His breath was hot and heavy against your neck, the sound and proximity teasing your nerves. He pulled his hands back and wrapped his arms around you tightly, pressing you against his chest.

“Just a little longer…” he muttered, sounding dazed and faraway. You nodded and closed your eyes, taking deep breaths to calm the heavy beating of your heart.

Eventually, Buggy’s member softened enough to slip from your body, alongside other juices which trickled down your leg. The sensation was mildly uncomfortable for you both, enough to rouse the two of you from the stupor you were lying in.

“I think I need to clean off…” you mused.

“We could take another shower,” Buggy suggested. Despite sounding completely drained, there was a mischievous hint to his voice that you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at.

“Is it always going to be like this with you?”

“I hope so.”

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After freshening up yourselves and the bed, as well as getting a night-time snack and refreshments, you and Buggy were back to lounging. You were sitting up while Buggy rested his head in your lap, his hair splayed out. You ran your fingers through his blue locks, entranced by how each curl and wave captured the beauty of the sea.

Buggy let out a content sigh, which surprised you. He had been lying so peacefully that you thought the clown fell asleep long ago.

“Hey Buggy, did I hear you say that you belong to me?” You know what you heard, but he had been so quiet that you weren’t sure if he intended it for you. Your question was immediately answered with a scowl, his green eyes piercing yours. Looking past the expression, you saw a bashful blush tickle his ears.

“I need to hear you say it,” you teased, hoping to goad the touchy pirate into responding. Instead, Buggy sat up and looked at you in faux shock. He held his hand to his chest, as if trying to quell actual upset feelings.

“How dare you use my words against me! Besides, I say a lot of things during a performance. What does it matter what I said during a fantastic lovemaking session.”

At first you were ready to meet his energy, but his select word choice had a direct line to your heart and you immediately felt your face turn red hot. Your bashful expression was enough for Buggy to reevaluate what he said. What he called that last romp. While this was still a new relationship, that was some heavy language to drop so casually and prematurely. His eyes widened and hands flew to cover his face in embarrassment.

“It’s time for bed!” Buggy nearly shouted, flinging the sheets over himself.

The pounding in your heart was paralyzing. Breaking free from the restraint in your chest, you spied an opening to the blanket cocoon and slipped in, a stowaway in the captain’s sheets. You wrapped yourself around the pirate clown’s form, curling up against his body.

“I like you too, Buggy.”