Hi, tumblr fam :) I am so grateful for all of you who have read my Aizawa stories! I wanted to put together a masterlist of my stories on ao3, if you were interested in reading them again (or for the first time)!
I re-blog a lot of posts on here, so I thought I would make it easier by putting my ao3 links instead of searching through my tumblr for the next chapter.
Love & Angst
All I Need
It Takes Two
Modern Hearts
The Art of Love
if you have anymore touchstarved!aizawa in the vault, dont be afraid to share 👀
nonnie i'm being so serious right now i have an insane amount of touchstarved! headcanons for this man, i think about his exhausted ass all day long 😩 part one here
touchstarved!aizawa who has a visceral hunger for you, mouth drying up and fists clenching whenever he sees you
touchstarved!aizawa who denies the attraction even while he’s panting into his sheets late at night, thinking about your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock
touchstarved!aizawa who’s so afraid of being hurt, but who practically collapses into you when you kiss him for the first time
touchstarved!aizawa who inhales you, big hands moving over your hips, your lower back, your shoulders, your neck—he can’t get you close enough
touchstarved!aizawa who works himself so slowly into you, hissing between his teeth when he bottoms out, hands like a vice around the meat of your hips, “that’s it sweetheart, ride me nice and slow—need to feel how badly you fuckin’ need me”
touchstarved!aizawa who loves nothing more than waking up with his thigh wedged between your cunt, your name already on his lips, one hand coming down to grind you against him, “good morning to you too princess” (biting my fingers off)
touchstarved!aizawa who's gotten one taste of you and vows never to go without you again
a/n: being a source of comfort for this man?? screaming into a pillow likes, comments, and reblogs always appreciated, more to come 😘
What pushes you over the edge of euphoria each and every time without fail, is Aizawa's voice tickling your ear while he gives a particularly deep and powerful thrust, murmuring in that husky and strained voice of his things like :
"Good girl.."
"that's it princess.."
"yes, just like that.."
Or your personal favorite :
"that's my girl.."
He knows the effect his words—uttered in that deep voice of his—have on you, and he relishes the way your cunt convulses around his pulsating length each time he whispers those sweet nothings to you.
And if his voice is your undoer, then the look of sheer bliss in your glassy eyes as you desperately cling to him and cry out his name over and over and over again, is what drives him over his own precipice of ecstasy.
“is it necessary that we do this in front of a mirror?” you frowned, watching him spread his legs to make space for you.
he hummed in response. “in order for you to learn, you must watch carefully.” his voice was low, gaze fluttering to yours as he looked up at you, creating a warm sensation on your lower stomach.
flickering your gaze away from his, feeling your face go warm you sighed.
he watched you like a prey as you walked to between his legs and sat in between his thighs, you avoided looking at the mirror all together, shy.
“you aren’t nervous because of me now, are you?” his tone was condescending, even though its supposed to annoy you, it turned you on even more.
“just.. shut up.” you breathed, swallowing as he gripped your hips and pulled your back on his chest, making your eyes subtly widen in surprise by his grip.
you were also surprised by how hard he was, his buldge pressing on your ass like steel.
he tilted his head, bringing his mouth by your ears. “thats not one way to speak to a guy who’s about to teach you how to finger yourself, hm?” his voice was low, teasing
he watched you go silent and flustered, he scoffed.
“i don’t enjoy it when you go quiet on me, i’d rather hear you be cooperative.” he whispered, watching your shoulders tense to his words.
he took that as a cue to lower his hand under your skirt, feeling the hem of your underwear, feeling the inevitable wetness that was currently spreading.
“oh wow..” he let out a deep chuckle, you pressed your lips together to refrain from letting out a moan, he carefully gauged your reaction with every single touch.
he was enjoying this more than you expected.
you let yourself take a deep breath as he peeled off your underwear, the cold breeze immediately hitting your wet cunt.
“can you look up for me?” he whispered, grabbing your jaw gently and tilting your head to the mirror, his eyes piercing onto yours at your reflection.
he smirked “good job.” his praises made your pussy clench as he spread your legs even further with his hands and lifted your skirt so you can both get a clear view of your slick cunt, your gaze following his hands.
“now to the fun part, i’m going to guide you, m’kay?” his sultry voice made you turn your gaze on his once more as you nodded.
his grip on your jaw tightened as you hissed, “can’t hear you.” he murmured.
“y—yes.”
he hummed in approval as his hands laid on top of yours, guiding you to your wet fold. he lifted one of your fingers and glided your finger in between your folds, sending shivers down your spine.
he stopped your hand just right on top of your clit, “firstly, we have to make you more wet so we can insert a finger in.”
he continued to guide your finger between your wet folds, your finger now coated with your natural lubricant, once more he pressed your wet finger to your clit, watching you whimper. “circle your clit for me.”
and you obeyed, applying a gentle and natural circle rythm on your clit, enough to make you feel good but not good enough to make you orgasm.
“thats it.” his hands let go of yours as he caressed your inner thighs, resting his chin on your shoulder.
he noticed that you threatened to close your legs shut in pleasure, he made sure to grip them and keep them open and somehow that heightened your experience entirely.
“feel good?” he muttered, pushing a damp coil from your face as you nodded.
“feels so good.” you quietly gasped, finally relaxing as you let yourself slump on his chest, making him groan, your ass pressing on his clothed cock.
you could feel his body go rigid by the way his grip tightened around your thigh before recovering almost immediately.
“now, we’ll put a finger in.” he shakily whispered, placing his hand on top of yours once more before guiding you down your folds to your vagina, inserting his finger with yours.
“or two fingers.” he teased, sounding rather breathless.
slowly, both your fingers fit inside your vagina, an immediate quiet moan left your lips.
it was mostly him doing the work, your finger was just there for extra girth.
“z—zodyl...” you whimpered, flinching back once again grinding on his cock behind you unknowingly as he hissed.
“baby.. don’t move.” his voice was hoarse, but you barely heard him, too drunken in pleasure as you tilted your head back, letting him take over
you could feel yourself squeezing in the way you and him thrusted both of fingers inside your gummy walls, pressing upwards at the ceiling of your canal.
“you’re still looking aren’t you?” he panted, tilting your jaw to look at the mirror.
“i—i’mlooking.” your response was almost immediate, filled with sexual desperation, before he pulled out his finger without a warning.
“do it yourself. let me see if you truly did learn anything.” he muttered rather coldly, making you swallow, your gaze on his through the mirror, both confused and disappointed.
“eyes at your cunt, sweetheart.” he added.
you fluttered your eyes to your cunt, feeling quite embarrassed and realising he was watching every micro expression of yours, how you fit another finger of your own inside your cunt.
you did exactly as he did, curled your finger upwards and thrusted in a steady rhythm, hitting the sensitive spot of your vagina, making you bite your lip in pleasure.
subconsciously you tilted your hips to chase your knuckles, your ass grinding on him, his grip on your jaw fell into your throat, squeezing lightly, not enough to hurt you.
“thats it.” he cooed, his clothed cock throbbed at the sight and how you’d unintentionally humped him.
your panting got louder as you felt your orgasm coming even closer, your walls squeezing around your fingers, a pathetic whimper came out of you shamelessly.
“fuck, baby.” he groaned, gripping on your thigh and pushed your ass to his crotch as he watched you fuck yourself desperately with your fingers, your curls sticking onto your forehead.
“i—i think im cumming.” you gasped, vision blurrying and legs trembling.
“let go for me.” he nuzzled his face onto the crook of your neck as you orgasmed all over your fingers, slowing down the pace as his dick pulsated and he cummed all over his pants with a whimper.
you both exhaled, catching your breath as you slowly released your finger out of your cunt. his grip loosened around your throat and found your waist, squeezing.
you raised a brow.
“babe?” you muttered, looking at the mirror and finding him slumped onto you, catching his own breath.
“give me a second.” he muttered, voice muffled. there was no way he’d admit to cumming on his pants to you. ever.
though you knew, you felt his cock twitch behind you yet you didn’t say anything to hurt his feelings.
you hummed in response, feigning obliviousness, watching him tilt his head back to finally look at you. “did you learn anything at all?” he muttered, making you tilt your head over your shoulder.
“yeah. you’re a really good teacher.” you softly smiled.
“though i do think i’d prefer your fingers more.” you added, making him smirk.
“yeah? you like my fingers that much?” he grabbed your jaw as your face turned warm.
“can you word that a bit less… sexually?”
he chuckled in amusement bringing your mouth into his as you kissed him, fluttering your eyes shut, his hand tangled on your hair as he pulled you deeper into the kiss while he swallowed your moans.
he eventually pulled away, “you know we aren’t done yet.” he hummed, you raised your eyebrows in confusion, heart skipping a beat.
“i’ll make sure you get my cock since your fingers didn’t knock you out.”
It feels like an inspection. There’s something ostracizing about it, which definitely isn’t how you want to feel when your knees are pressing against your shoulders, pedicured toes dangling over your boyfriend’s broad shoulders. You didn’t have anyone to blame for the ungracefulness of the moment than yourself. You knew he was a freak — and not like a freak, you mean this man is a freak.
There’s just something weird about the way he stares at you a bit too long, even when he knows you know he’s looking. He didn’t seem to care when you caught those glances. It’s almost like he wanted you to see.
Zodyl’s taking his time to memorize it — every slight reaction of yours is being catalogued like an experiment as his pointer and middle finger slide inside you. It reaches the second knuckle. He tilts his head.
You’re starting to think your friends are right. He is just some weird, virgin, loser who plays God in his head, because why the fuck is he looking at you like that? His gaze flicks up from your pussy to your eyes, and he presses in further to the last knuckle. It shouldn’t be possible for someone so hot to be so weird and unsettling.
“There it is,” he mutters to himself, and you’re not even fully sure what he’s talking about until his fingers start moving and you instantly choke on your own breath, “yeah, there it is.”
The depth of his voice floats around you like smoke and seeps down your throat, suffocating any sound that tries to force its way through your esophagus as his fingers slam into you. They just reach so deep. You can’t help clamping around the digits from how deep they reach, each prod sending heat wracking through your body.
“Breathe,” he utters, leaning closer until his forehead presses against yours, lips ghost over each other, “that’s it. Good.”
Warnings: nsfw, buggy x gn!reader. virgin!reader. mention of power-balance kink. mention of casual sex. condom. cumshot. penetrative sex - reader receiving.
WC: ~930
Intimacy among the crew wasn't an unfamiliar practice. And as the captain, Buggy was bestowed an unexpected extra responsibility.
It's no secret how much the crew adored their leader. How much they sang his praises, both with clothes on and without. And among those who found themselves exposed and enthralled, quite a few were…novices. Inexperienced. First timers.
Oddly enough, the virgins who got off on the power balance more than Buggy himself. He enjoyed it, no doubt about that. But it was usually the same stock performance - too much laughing, a hand on his arm or knee, a bashful look from under eyelashes, a confession that was given like a gift, some fucking, and then the curtains fell.
Once the condom was full and Buggy's belt was fastened back around his waist with another notch, the task was done. Maybe there would be a few more hook-ups, something to chase the first high, but that was about it.
So one look at you and Buggy knew exactly what was going to happen. What you expected him to do.
But when he saw you laying on his bed, it seemed different.
Did anyone else's hair catch the light like this? Did anyone else fall back into his sheets with a sigh like they were descending into bliss? How many others clasped their fingers behind his neck and pulled him closer? How many were bashful about kissing him, even when he was balls deep inside?
Buggy couldn't remember. Some must have, right? Or maybe it was none… He had no idea and he couldn't give much of a damn right now. He just wanted more from you.
Sitting back on his heels, Buggy left part of himself sliding in and out of you. A nice and steady pace, just enough to keep you breathless and just out of reach of something more. To prolong your experience, of course, and not because Buggy was indulging in his greed and wanted to watch you whimper and moan a little longer.
No one else had looked this good taking his cock.
Almost as if you could read his mind, you opened your legs further and let him feast his eyes on the full spread.
Buggy barked out a laugh, "Virgin, huh?"
He put a hand on your thigh and squeezed a warning. Of course he didn't want to be lied to, but he also didn't want to be doing anything - or anyone - else right now.
"Y-yeah," you choked out between moans. "I am. I just…I like you."
You could barely meet his eyes. Buggy slowed the pace and you still avoided looking at him. All you gave were quick little glances, as if double checking he was still between your legs. As if he was the one between your legs.
Buggy licked his lips and thought.
"Say that again," said the Captain.
His thumb rubbed circles against your skin. Although his fingers had loosened their grip on your thigh, the pressure behind his hand was keeping your leg in place and a little more.
You finally looked at him and fuck did you look delicious. A hint of embarrassment disappeared under a sharp glint. The determination on your face was different. You didn't want to be deflowered. You wanted him. You wanted Buggy.
"I like you," you rushed to say, "I want to make this good too. I want you to feel good."
Oh you sweet, sweet thing. He fell forwards and clumsily reconnected with his dick after a few thrusts failed to find the right spot on his pelvis.
Curled over you and caging you beneath his body, Buggy cooed.
"Yeah? You want me to feel good? You're doing such a good job. You're taking this so well and I'm gonna-" he gulped loudly, "I'm gonna feel real good soon, okay?"
You moaned softly and nodded while his voice and sweat dripped onto your body.
The restraint it took for Buggy to not screw you senseless had his abdomen in knots. He grinded against you hard, rather than pistoning to the finish line. Extra friction from his hand and a shaky request for you to cum on him was more than enough.
Your legs shook and clamped against Buggy's sides. Your knees dug into his ribs and he had to decide whether to use the discomfort to encourage or restrain his own pleasure. He groaned loudly and willed his orgasm to hold off just a little longer.
He talked you through your ecstasy, telling you to keep going, to enjoy it, that you deserved it, that he needed to see you fall apart for him. And the moment strength started to leave your legs, Buggy pulled out.
The condom was nearly too slippery for his trembling fingers to pull off, but he managed. Using the lubrication left behind from the rubber and, more importantly, your body, Buggy stroked himself.
His cock was leaking heavily, sending drops of precum all over your stomach. The first stream of cum came out before he could register that it was happening. The second, third, and however many others were heralded with whiny moaning.
Even though he knew that his balls were being emptied, Buggy felt it all the way in his goddamn toes. He felt like his cum was coming from the innermost depths. Through hazy eyes, Buggy looked at your body and his stomach fluttered at the view. You were coated. You were marked.
Buggy exhaled with a shudder.
You were blissed out and watching him with stars in your eyes.
warnings: SMUT, swearing, "good girl" "slut" "whore" "dollface" "baby" "brat", fingering, deep throating, chop chop madness, multiple positions, edging, My Buggy with a Bob agenda, finger sucking, a little brat taming, praise kink, maybe some other stuff 😊✌🏾
synopsis: pure smut. followup to this🩷
Characters: Buggy, y/n
reader: has breasts and vagina, also references to her 'tummy' and 'stomach' but should be fine for anyone of any size to read comfortably!
wc: 4.1k
a/n: waoooo this is what happens when I can't sleep... started this at 11:30, and now its 4:10! Happy New Year Buggy! and the rest of y'all too, ofc hardly proofread, enjoy🎉✨
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“Fuck y/n. I- I didn’t know you had that in you.”
You giggle, pressing a kiss to his cheek and falling limp in his secure grasp. “Who would have guessed.”
The Captain joins you in your breathy laughter. “You got me on this one.” His hand rubs over the mark he definitely left on your ass.
“Now, are you ready for me to take over?”
You hum, still panting and deciding if the feel of Buggy's bare hand over the sting on your rear is making you wetter or not. Noting this hesitation, the clown stomps his foot, making you bounce against his thigh and clothed cock. “Mnm, yes please Captain.” You purr.
He laughs, his grin glinting in the dim glow of candles you don’t remember seeing before, as well as the moon's fleeting rays. You catch sight of his other hand, detached and waving out a match. How cute of him to set up mood lighting.
“How do you want it?”
You blink, taking in the sight of your Captain in his dishevelled state. His chest glistening with sweat as it heaves with the weight of your joint pleasure, each gasp bringing his body to touch yours. You're so sensitive that the stimulation against your nipples makes you wind your hips mindlessly as you process his words. You watch his lips go to speak, the red lipstick that stains them smudged much more than usual and you're sure that your spit is glossing them as well.
“I want-”
“If you need-”
You both speak and exchange a shy smile, your stage fright only starting to catch up with you again as you wonder what could be making Buggy pause so sheepishly.
“I’m ready,” You whisper, playing with the ends of his hair that rests on his shoulders.
“Foooor?” the clown muses, thumping his boot against the wood floor again, teasing you.
You lift your gaze to him again, his blue eyebrows are pulled up, head tilted adorably to the side.
“I want you to have your way with me, like I promised.” You say, running your nails from the roots of his hair and down to the scruff of his neck, reveling in the way he shivers. “Bend me over, use my mouth, whatever you’d like just… make me yours.” Your voice dies off at the end, causing the pirate to lean in till his cheeks are in kissing range. You would give in to the urge if the deep groan he lets out at your words didn’t startle you.
“Say it again.” He demands, bringing a hand to force your sights onto him.
“I want you to make me yours, claim me, bite me, cover me in more of your lipstick, cum all over-”
“Fucking hell y/n, you little slut.” He barks a laugh and flips you two around. Your feet hang off the bed at the knee as he hovers above you, hands back on his wrists as they press into the sheets next to your own. His smile is dizzying, almost frightening, you go to push your thighs together but feel Buggy’s jean covered leg between them.
“Don’t go hiding now darling.” He murmurs, sliding a hand over your body, your breasts, your stomach, your sides. You hiss slightly, skin buzzing from the attention.
“I can’t believe you thought I hated you.” He continues, candle lit eyes roaming over you like you’re prey before him. Reminiscing on the past year or so till now.
“I invited you to rehearsals, to watch me, to sit next to me at dinner, to dance with me, though you insisted that you have two left feet, and I tried so hard not to yell at you or frown at ya. Even got you a better sewing machine after the other one jammed.”
His voice softens, taking a more dejected tone, despite his tightening grip over every part of you he could fit in his palm.
“And still you’d hide and give me short answers to all my questions, hardly laugh at my jokes, I thought for sure it was one-sided.” He pouts anger seeping into his monologue as you wonder if he’s even aware that he’s rambling now.
“To think, that even with all that you-”
“I still liked you,” Your voice stops him, he looks back up to your face, mouth open slightly, eyes half full with a tint you can’t place. “I thought you hated me, but that didn’t stop me from taking my time when measuring you, or watching your hands and mouth while you ate and joked. When you’d smile at me like that… I thought you were teasing me, and I would bite my pillow on the rare occasion that I was the only one in my room and think of what it’d be like to kiss the grin off your lips.”
Growing bolder as you speak you take a hand to cup his cheek and stubble.
“Now I don’t have to daydream, you have me. All yours and ready for the taking.”
He hesitates, caressing your fingers with his own. “And you want me? All of me?”
You can’t quite tell if he’s referring to his fragile relationship with his nose (which you love and will gladly tell him so if given the chance.) Or if he’s talking about the inches he’s got hiding in those tight pants. It’s hard to tell with the way his voice quivers and his free grasp latches onto one of your boobs. Either way, you nod your head.
“Yes of course, all of you. That’s all I want.” You lift a leg and grind your shin against his clothed shaft. “Please Buggy, give it to me? I wanna be yours.”
He lets out a whimper that settles into a growl as he pulls you into a mind-numbing kiss.
“Pick.” He insists between kisses.
“Hm?” It’s difficult to focus as his tongue sweeps against yours clumsily. One of his hands going to play with your clit lightly. The wet fabric of your leotard is a bit cold and harsh against you. But it feels so good after your previous orgasm that you can only moan and buck your hips in response.
“A safeword.” Oh. Right.
“Uhm, pillow?”
“Good girl. Now let me know if it’s too much okay?” He says, standing up and pulling himself out from his pants and undergarments.
You forget to reply or whine about the lack of stimulation when greeted with the sight of his cock. Despite your familiarity with measuring as seamstress, you can’t think of a number to pair with him. The only thought in your head being that it's the perfect size for you. Taken straight from your daydreams and clicked into place. You don’t realize your staring till you feel the clown above you again.
“Did you hear me, slut?”
You blink up, nodding quickly. The pirate laughs at your eagerness and slides a thumb over your cheek.
“Good job, now, suck.”
You push up off the bed but feel Buggy’s palm over your tits again, pressing you back down.
“My fingers first, baby.” He hums, chuckling again at your excitement.
You huff, but take his middle and ring fingers into your mouth without resistance. They sting with the tang of sweat and musk of leather. The taste quickly melts away as you put all your energy into lapping at his digits. Sliding your tongue between each of them, then both together. You don’t know when you shut your eyes, but hearing your Captain move from above you makes them snap open.
He sends you a lust hazy grin, his detached hand starts to slowly thrust his fingers into your mouth, matching the pace that he’s using to stroke his hard cock. Ugh, what you’d give to have that blushing red tip between your lips right now. The thought alone forces a moan from you.
“Haha, you’re so cute y/n, sweating for me, and sucking me off like a good little whore.”
You nod around his fingers, whining at his praise.
“Fuck dollface, take your costume off before I end up ripping it.”
You smile the best you can while continuing to wet his hand, and shimmy yourself out of the skintight bikini bottom and gold beaded top. Fully naked, you test the waters of your freedom and scoot next to Buggy on the bed. He only watches you with a lovesick gaze, impressed by your multitasking ability.
Once seated against the silk covered pillows with your arm pressed into the Captain’s side as his one hand strokes himself and the other slows to a stop in your mouth.
“Alright baby, sit up just a little..”
You do, and watch as the pirate pops off his right leg and puts it to rest against your own. Then he shuffles over till you're seated in front of him, back pressed against his right arm and thigh as he pulls his fingers from your mouth and uses them to spread your pretty pussy lips open. His middle digit flicking your clit.
“Shiiit you’re fucking dripping y/n. My cute faucet.” He giggles, quickening the pace of his finger before you can scold him for the joke.
You lay your head back and whine into his shoulder, “mm more, please Captain.”
“Only because you know how to ask darling.”
He pushes the finger inside, your eyes pop open at the feel of the stretch. It instantly goes deeper than yours ever could. Especially since his hand is detached and free to fuck you at any angle. You both let out a moan.
“So fuckin’ tight.. Can’t wait much longer baby, so take it for me,” He looks down at you, your head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering, mouth agape and glistening with your shared spit. “Mmmphh- fuck.” He groans, instantly pistoning his finger in and out of you at a rough pace.
You all but scream body shaking with the force. Buggy lifts his leg and uses it to hold yours open, stopping you from hiding the sight of him fingerfucking you.
“Good fucking girl, shit-”
He slides in his ring finger and doesn’t slow down, scissoring the two inside you and stretching you out.
“Ah! B-Buggy, hah- just like that, please.”
The clown lets out a cackle, forcing them in deeper than you thought possible as you moan and writhe into his touch.
“That’s it baby! You take it so fucking well.”
You can hardly hear it over the sound of your slick and Buggy’s laughter, but there's a faint popping noise. Then you realize again that you closed your eyes without noticing. But when you open them, you’re greeted with the hot red tip you were dreaming about just moments ago.
“Say ahh, princess.”
You obey and open your mouth wide, tongue spread flat against your bottom lip. Buggy slides his cock into your mouth slowly and takes his time, letting you adjust to his size. Once his leaking tip hits the back of your throat, you feel like you could cum from the feel of it all.
His fingers plunging in and out of you, making a river between your legs and staining the satin. His thumb rubs slow circles against your clit making you want to move it to the side and use your own hands. But you know better than to test his temper right now. And honestly, with the way that his dick is thrusting into your throat, you don’t think you have the brain power to please yourself. Speaking of mental strength, you almost forgot that the pirate can juggle, until you feel his grip back on your tits, teasing your nipples and fondling you as he moans.
“Fuck y/n, you’re such a good slut for me. Takin’ my cock like that, you like it don’t you. Having all of me down your throat, right baby.”
“M-mmhmn” You gasp, the vibrations making Buggy throw his head back and squeeze your breasts.
“Good hah- .. shit- girl.”
You swirl your tongue around the underside of his shaft and blink up at him, between the fucked out look on your face, the sinful sounds your making around his cock, and the way you tighten around his fingers, Buggy gasps, and slows his movements. All of them halting to match the lazy pace of his thumb on your clit. Until he pulls both his fingers out and his cock with a pop.
You inhale and lay your head back against him. “Nmn, why-”
“Don’t worry dollface, we aren’t done yet. Here.” With a smile, your gracious Captain hands you a half full cup of water. It’s clearly been on his bedside table since this morning, and the fact that the juices from your pussy are literally dripping from the disembodied hand that presents it to you makes you huff out a soft laugh.
As you drink in the water, Buggy melts at the sound of your lust-tinted joy.
Once done, you nod your head towards the clown, and he finishes off the cup and plops it down on some other surface.
“Still wet princess?” He teases, not waiting for a reply as he sucks off his fingers and uses his other hand to tease your stretched hole. Nodding, either at the taste, or the feel of your soaking folds, Buggy pulls you closer to him.
His dick is still hard and slick with your spit as it lifts itself from your thigh.
Now, your back is pressed fully against the Captain’s chest, his legs are holding yours open, and his cock is blushing at you from its perch on top of your pussy.
“Ready, dollface?” He whispers, hands on your tits while he slaps your clit with his length.
“Mhm!”
“Tell me, tell me the way you did earlier. All the things you want me to do to you.”
You hesitate, hand reaching up to play with his shoulder-length hair.
“Come on princess, don’t be shy, been there, done that.” He jokes, slamming his cock down again, harsher this time.
You hiss and turn to look into his candle lit eyes. They sink into yours and you relax, taking one of his sticky hands off your boobs and intertwining it with your own.
“I want you, Captain, I need you to fuck me. And to uhm, to claim me, make me yours. With your spit, your handprints, your nails down my back, your eyes on me, your lipstick, your cum, hell you can break out one of your knives if you promise to kiss it better after. I want to be all yours only yours Buggy. Ruin me for anyone else, you’re all I want all I- Mnph! Fuck- hah, nnmn Buggy! Babyy-”
Through your confession, Buggy slowly fucked his cock into you, taking his time to stretch you around his thick length. Each thrust allowing him further into your slick cunt. Till you got to the end, he pushed the rest in and stated fucking you fully. His pretty green eyes hidden from you as his long lashes flutter with pleasure.
“Shiiiiiit dollface, you’re a mnph, charmer ain’t cha. Taking me like this, talkin’ to me like that.”
He fucks you deeper with each word, his cock splitting you in half as your walls pull him in further. The sounds coming from your pussy are enough to make you try and force your legs shut. But Buggy’s strong thighs keep them spread.
“Ah ah ah, let me hear you princess, your cunts singing for me.” He chuckles darkly, you slap his leg in response and he only laughs harder.
“I’d whistle along if you.. Didn’t feel so, hnn, tight.”
“Goodness sakes Buggy.” You moan, shaking your head, though it's more because of the overwhelming pleasure taking over your body.
“You like it.” He hums, voice breaking off into a whimper. “Just like that y/n, good girl.”
You squeeze down at the sound of his approval and Buggy lets out a whine that’d make you think you were the one fucking him. His dick pounding into your heat as he gropes you shamelessly, one hand pinching your nipples and palming your tits. While the other roams over your tummy and hips.
“Yes Captain, you fuck mme so good, just how I want it… need you need you.” You whimper out, not knowing what you’re asking for, until you feel the refreshing bliss of Buggy’s lips against yours. Plush and still smeared with what's left of his makeup.
You bring your hand up into his hair as you lead the kiss, pulling at the roots while you nip his bottom lip. He growls and lifts his hand from your breasts and pulls a leg up higher to get his cock in deeper.
“Take it take it take it- baby shit, fuck, princess so fucking amazing, my showstopper mmhn-”
You feel his dick twitch inside you, his voice breaking for the sake of his moans as you join him in harmony, whining out at the feel of your muscles beginning to tighten eyes rolling back as… He stops.
“BUGGY! What! Why? I was so clooose!” You beg, blinking out tears of frustration. “Give it back!”
Panting, he shakes his head, a wicked grin crossing his face.
“That.. wasn’t very polite, fuck! Don’t squeeze like that y/n. I know that was on purpose.”
You huff at his scolding, guilty as charged, but still upset, you scowl and tighten your walls again. Even going as far as to bring a hand towards your clit. It doesn’t make it all the way as Buggy clasps it quickly with an irritated click of his tongue.
“You little brat. I was just about to do that, play with that pretty bud and press your legs together the way you’ve been straining to, then fuck you till you came.” He hums. Lazily drawing shapes over your tit with his free hand, eyes scanning over your sexy body with a pout.
“But now… You’ll do it.”
You cross your arms, looking up at him with a tilt of your head. “Hm?”
“Yeah, come on. Roll over and go head down ass up for me, slut.”
You pause, playing with his fingers.
“Heard me?”
His tone is dangerous, teetering on anger, you wonder what would happen if you did piss him off tonight. Would he kick you off his ship? Find a new seamstress and fuck some other lucky crewmate. Maybe one of the acrobats… The thought makes you sick with jealousy. What if you mess up whatever he wants you to do next? Hm, well no matter what, you have him for the night. And the last thing you’re gonna do is let stage fright creep in again and ruin it.
Just as he goes to speak again, you sit up. He moves to the side and lets you position yourself above the stain you’ve made on his sheets. Tits pressed against the dry part of the silk and ass hovering above your puddle of slick. What a sight. He whistles low and gives you a soft spank on the rear. Drinking in the sight of your skin rippling ever so slightly.
“Good. Ready for me?” He asks, setting himself up behind you.
“Mhmmph!”
He slides in with ease and starts fucking you like before, slamming his hips into yours. The force of his thighs against your own sends extra waves of pleasure through you. He continues at his harsh, fast, pace, ramming his thick cock into your dripping walls and groaning as he pleases the both of you.
Then, he slows. “Now you do it.”
“What?” You call, voice muffed slightly by the pillows you grasped at desperately, just moments ago.
“Thrust back onto me baby, you can do it.”
“Oh… Yes Captain.”
A slap echoes through the room, as well as your moan.
“Good slut. Go on.”
You do, starting with a mellow pace, you rock your hips back and sink your cunt onto Buggy’s length. You hear the sounds of your arousal smacking against the pirates skin as well as yours, the repetitive motion building in speed as you find your rhythm and chase after the climax you were denied.
“Mmn your dick is so fucking big Captain. Feels perfect inside of me. I was made for taking you like this.” You babble, eyes rolled back into your skull while you dig your nails into the pillows under you.
Buggy whines at your praise and detaches a hand to tease your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. He slaps your ass again with his free hand and sighs blissfully at the whimper you let out.
You keep bouncing yourself onto him, your enthusiasm almost matching his previous pace. You feel his hand move from your tits and roam down your stomach and rest just below your clit, fingertips brushing against the eager bundle of nerves.
“Please! Please Buggy can I cum? I’m sorry about earlier! I want it… need you!”
You hear him hum, but can’t tell if he’s thinking or simply enjoying the way you slam back against him.
“Flip over for me.”
“What? But-”
“Last time princess I promise, wanna see you cum on my cock.”
Those words send a shiver down your spine and make you squeeze down involuntarily. With a quiet pop, you pull off and roll over.
Buggy, ever the gentleman, helps you shuffle away from the wet spot on the bed. You lay before him, head back against the silk pillows, face and body shining with sweat, eyes glazed over with lust. In your gaze, you see the same. His chest heaving, a grin spread wide on his face, and a wink from his soft green-blue eyes. How cute. You smile and blow him a kiss, the clown chuckles and catches it with a hand, then strokes his cock as if spreading the love along his shaft.
“How romantic.” You tease, spreading your legs for him.
“I do try, doll.” He hums, sinking himself back into you.
The pace is slower this time. But deep. He forces your legs back against your stomach and presses his hips down against yours. His balls slapping against your ass with each well timed thrust.
His tip bullies your cervix and brushes against that sensitive spot inside you, coaxing moan and whine after whimper and hiss out of you. Each slap of skin on skin punctuated with a cry of his name or a growl of yours.
It doesn't take long before you feel yourself on the edge again, the third time tonight. Your soaking hot cunt sucking the Captain’s cock down into your heat with flutters and squeezes that have him seeing stars.
“I’m close Captain, please please, let me cum. I need it.” You beg, blinking up at him with a pout on your plush, bruised, lips.
“Mhnn mhm baby I’m gonna give it to you. Just uh, where do you want it?” He asks, speeding up a little as his own peak inches closer.
“Inside, I meant it, wanna be yours. Claim me, please cum inside me Buggy… Or on my tits.”
“Fuckin’ hell y/n. Hah- you’re such a good fucking girl. Shit- baby I’m close, take it for me yea? Take it princess, every fuckin’ drop Every inch.”Buggy groans, head thrown back, eyes shut body tensing above you.
He continues his babbling, “Ugh- you slut begging for me like this, seducing me tonight. Mmnh! Fuck! Y/n, cum for me baby I’ll make you mine alright.” He opens his eyes, watching you now. The bounce of your tits, the way your pretty pussy looks taking him. Your loving and lustful gaze on him
“Hell I’m yours too you know, so take it! Fuck- my darling, my spotlight my-” He cuts himself off with a high pitched whimper, the feel of your walls spasming around him and your hands finding his own to squeeze his fingers as you cum.
“Buggy! Fuck! Give it to me, I'm cumming.”
“Shiit.” He growls. Feeling his dick twitch inside of you, the beggining of his orgasm filling your heat as he fucks it into you. Then, he pulls back and takes your hand in his and uses it to milk the rest out of himself as he paints your tits white with his cum. You tighten your grip on him and earn a few extra pumps of his climax, and a beautiful whimper from him as well.
“Good job Captain!"
He laughs weakly, flopping down next to you and wasting no time pulling you into his embrace.
“You did good too y/n. My showstopper.”
“All yours!” You beam, with the last of your energy.
“All mine.” He hums, as you both fall asleep.
~•~•~•~•~•~
Bonus!
"... We need a bath." You murmur, both of you still dipping in and out of slumber.
"In the mornin'" Buggy whispers, pulling you closer to stop any attempts of escape.
As if on queue, the chirps of birds is heard outside the ship, the Captain groans. Tucking his face into your shoulder.
He’s just big. Too big. Broad shoulders that feel like walls—mountains you cling to when you’re on top, desperate for leverage, desperate for him. His arms flex when he pulls you closer, biceps straining against your body, wrapping you up like you’re something small, something fragile. His hands cover too much at once, palms so wide they could swallow your waist whole, fingers digging into your skin until you feel branded.
When you ride him, it’s those shoulders you hang on to, nails clawing into the solid curve of them, your cries muffled against his neck. He doesn’t mind. He never does. He just groans, low and wrecked, holding you steady as your hips stutter. “I know,” he murmurs, voice all gravel and warmth, “I know, baby. I know that dick is big.”
Effortlessly. He picks you up like you weigh nothing, your legs still trembling around his waist, and sets you on the bed without breaking rhythm. His frame eclipses yours, back broad enough to cover you entirely, blocking out the world until all you can see is him, feel is him.
The mirror on the ceiling doesn’t lie. It shows how small you are beneath him, his body spilling over yours, swallowing you whole. Every thrust shakes through you, every roll of his hips forcing you deeper into the mattress. He doesn’t just fuck you. He drowns you—blankets you with his size until you’re gasping his name, pulling him closer, begging for more.
Thick hot ropes of cum fill up your sore pussy, He pushes himself deeper into you, which makes you claw his back with your nails, moaning in pure ecstasy. “You're gonna cum for me again, right, my slutty girl?”
And he gives it, again and again, until you can’t tell where you end and he begins.
