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Summary: After spending the night together, Buggy and you struggle to acknowledge the strong feelings growing between you. But no matter how much you deny it, you can no longer live without each other. Unfortunately, as fate would have it, you must separate sooner than expected, and you're left overwhelmed by the fear that this could be the last time you see each other.
A/N: I swear I wasn't planning to write smut.
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The sun shining through the window woke you up. It took a few moments for you to realize where you were. There's a first time for everything, and you could already cross out 'waking up next to Buggy' from your list.
The pirate was lying on his side, soundly asleep. His face paint was all over the place, but he still looked delightfully handsome. It struck you as odd to see him so calm and vulnerable, and you felt the sudden need to touch him, to caress his face, to cuddle him and spend a cozy morning in his arms.
But this whole situation was confusing, to say the least. Buggy and you were used to intense fucking sessions and parting ways after both of you had scratched the itch. If any of you were too tired to function after, you'd sleep on the couch, then leave before the other woke up. It had always been like that, and none of you seemed to care until now. What changed and why it did? You didn't know. Still, it scared you to feel this way for someone and be at their mercy.
Watching his chest move with every breath, you recalled those endless nights spent missing him, praying for him to come to you at least once more because the pain of not seeing him again could kill you. Even if you tried to deny it, you had fallen for him long ago.
Then you remembered the way he held you last night like he was clinging to a capsized boat in the middle of the ocean and the tone of his voice when he asked you to stay. Buggy was at your mercy too and maybe this whole thing wasn't as bad as you thought.
Hesitantly, you reached out to put an arm around Buggy's waist and bring your body closer to his. You needed his warmth because anxiety was freezing you. Fighting back the impulse to kiss him was futile; there was no way you would resist those lips, and without a second thought, you reached forward until your mouths touched.
Gentle as you were, you couldn't avoid waking Buggy up. Still sleepy, the pirate hummed with delight, responding to the kiss and trapping you in a tight but gentle embrace; from there on, time went slower.
Buggy let his mouth travel across your skin, peppering it with soft kisses. He took his time to explore your body; his touch was feather-light, nothing compared to the rough fondling from the other nights you shared. It was hard to believe this was the same man you knew.
A while later, Buggy dived between your legs, using his fingers to spread your folds before wrapping his lips around your clit, eliciting the most lascivious noise from you while his detached tongue twisted and curled inside your wet walls. That was another first, and you were enjoying every second of it.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, and your hips bucked against his mouth. You were eager for him to bring you higher and higher, and the pirate just let you take control and use his face for your own pleasure.
Shortly after, you came against his face, with your eyes closed so tight you saw flashes of light dancing behind your lids. Buggy didn't stop sucking on your clit until you pushed him away gently.
"Good morning," he finally said while kneeling between your legs, his voice dry and hoarse, and his lips curved in a self-satisfied smirk.
"Good morning, yourself," you panted, gazing at his already rock-hard erection. "Need some help?" you invited him, spreading your legs wider.
Buggy presumed you would be sore from last night, but when your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him to your entrance, he lost his line of thought. "Are you sure?" he asked, and you rolled your hips against him.
The pirate sank into you slowly and leaned down to press his lips against yours. A trembling sigh escaped him when you put your arms around him and pulled him closer. Your bodies moved in sync, hips rolling in sensual rhythm, hands kneading and grabbing, tongues exploring each other's mouths leisurely. There was no rush, no need to hurry the climax. Neither noticed it instantly, but you were making love for the first time.
"Buggy," you whimpered as your second orgasm hit, and you dissolved into pleasure, arching your back to him. The pirate pounded into you once more before filling you with his hot seed, your name never leaving his lips.
Exhausted and high on endorphins, you hold onto each other for a while, not wanting to let go, refusing to get back to the real world, to the pain of being away from each other.
There, in your arms, Buggy felt safe, weightless, stress and problems muffled. Still, he fought back the cozy feelings flooding him, terrified of letting his guard down; the last time he loved someone this hard, his heart broke into pieces and never healed. In his world, there was no place for love or happiness. He only knew disappointment and betrayal.
"Buggy?… Are you alright?" you asked after hearing the pirate sigh heavily a few times. Something was wrong, and you could sense it.
"Yeah…" Buggy replied, pressing a kiss on your forehead until the tear that ran down his cheek mixed with his sweat, going unnoticed.
Suddenly, the transponder snail on the bedside table rang, bursting your bubble and forcing Buggy to pull away.
"What!?" the pirate snapped, holding the transmitter close to his mouth.
"Sorry, Captain. We spotted a Marine ship approaching. With this wind, they'll be here in thirty minutes. The crew is ready to sail when you give the order," announced the man on the other end of the line.
Buggy felt his blood boiling and almost sent one of his hands to choke the poor bastard who dared to disrupt your peaceful morning. He was going to hit those Marines with all he got and make sure every soul on that ship would suffer a horrible death.
"We set sails in ten minutes. Prepare the canons and tell the crew to ready their weapons. We won't flee this time. I want that fucking ship burnt to the crisp!" Buggy growled, ending the call, his body burning with anger.
When he finally turned to look at you, his eyes were empty, tired. His hand cupped your face as he told you to leave, hatting every second after that call ended. "Things will get ugly, and I don't want you to get hurt," he explained, stroking your cheek one last time. "You can take a quick shower and grab some of my clothes, but please hurry up."
It all happened so fast it felt like a bad dream, an ugly joke from your mind. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears as you rushed to Buggy's private bathroom and cleaned yourself up as fast and well as you could with cold-as-ice water. The pirate never stopped apologizing and checking on you while he prepared for battle and cursed under his breath.
Ten minutes were gone in the blink of an eye, and there you were standing in front of each other, hands reaching out for a last embrace.
"See you next time, y/n," Buggy whispered against your lips before kissing you, making it last as long as he could while holding you tightly.
"Take care, Buggy," you replied, holding back your tears, missing him already.
There, it dawned on you both that this was your first goodbye. At least the first that felt like one, the first to crush your hearts and leave you with the realization you weren't crossing paths in a long time. And while you blew Buggy a kiss before leaving, both prayed for this not to be the last time you met.
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More a/n: This ended up being longer than I thought. I hope you guys liked it :)
I'm currently working on a next chapter, btw ;)
Summary: One morning you wake up and suddenly life is too much to handle. It hurst even trying to get up, but no matter how deep your wounds are, Buggy is always there to help you ease the pain.
A/N: a little hurt-comfort to satisfy your Buggy needs while I finish the second part to "Fair Winds and Following Seas".
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Getting out of bed isn't easy when you feel the weight of the world pushing you against the mattress. You want to close your eyes and fall asleep again; maybe a couple more hours will be enough to make you feel better. But you know how it is; sleeping longer never helps when you are exhausted, tired of overthinking, and regretting being born.
The sun shines brightly but the air is cold, matching the way you feel inside. Your is body heavy like lead when you finally try to get up. But you need him, despite the darkness growing inside you, you have to get out of bed and find him. Only he can chase away the monsters.
"Buggy?" you speak softly, entering the pirate's office. He is on his desk, actively sketching what looks like a complex map, the smell of hot coffee filling the room.
"Not now, my treasure. I'm kinda busy here," the pirate replies without taking his eyes away from his work.
"I'm sorry," you say, and for a brief moment, you think of closing the door behind you and going back to bed, but tears are already pooling in your eyes, and the ache in your chest won't let you move.
"Would you please… give me a hug?" you beg with a heavy sigh and a trembling voice, feeling the world crumbling around you, the air crushing you under his invisible hand.
Buggy drops his pen not a second after, and turns around to check on you, the expression on his face changing from mild annoyance to concern when he sees the tears pouring down your cheeks.
"What's wrong, my love?" He asks, hurrying to place his arms around you and pull you to his chest. His heart shatters into smaller pieces with every sob.
No answer comes as you cling to him and weep uncontrollably, trying to drain the darkness growing inside you. Your soul is falling to pieces, and happiness seems like a faraway memory. Even if you could speak, words wouldn't be enough to describe how helpless you are, how tiny and insignificant you feel compared to the thoughts nagging at your mind. And you hate yourself for dragging Buggy into your own hell.
"It's alright, baby. I'm here," the pirate reassures you before kissing the top of your head. Clear tears fall from his eyes, and he holds you tight, trying to snatch you from the bleak grip of sorrow before it drags you deeper.
"Come here," Buggy whispers moments after, taking your hand and guiding you to the couch.
Sitting on his lap, with your arms around his neck and your head on his shoulder you sigh, weakend by the battle inside your mind. Buggy's hands caress your back as he hums a quiet melody and suddenly the ice inside you begins to melt slowly.
"I love you, my treasure. You know that, right?" Buggy says, his voice warm like the spring sun. "I won't let anyone or anything harm you. I promise."
The pirate kisses your shoulder, your neck, your temple. You raise your head to look at him, and he kisses the tears from your eyes. "I love you," He repeats as many times as you need to hear it. Soon, shadows dissipate, and life recovers its bright colors.
"I love you too, Buggy," you finally say before leaving a soft kiss on his cheek. "Sorry to have worried you," you say, wiping off the tears on his face.
"It's ok. I'm here for you… I'll always be," he says, holding you tighter.
"Can we stay like this a little longer?" you ask.
"We can stay like this forever if you need it," he replies before kissing you softly.
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When did you fall asleep in his arms? You don't remember, but when you open your eyes, you're still cuddling with Buggy on the sofa, both covered by a warm blanket. He's still asleep, and you smile lovingly. No matter how often you tell him, he will never realize how important he is to you and how big is your love for him.
"Thank you, Buggs," you whisper before falling asleep again.
Summary: Buggy was a pirate, you, just a regular person living in a seaside town. From the moment you met, lust linked your paths, and both agreed to spend a couple of hours together whenever he was in town. Little you knew that feelings would find their way into your almost perfect deal.
A/N: This is the first part of a short Buggy x Female Reader fanfic I'm currently working on. Enjoy 😉
BTW, welcome new citizens of the Buggy Nation! 🤡
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And there you were again, half naked on Buggy's bed, with his mouth assaulting your neck, claiming you, marking your skin like he did every time you met. His clothed erection rubbing against your clit was his way of showing you how much he needed you, how crazy you made him.
"Fuck," he whispered once, twice, and once more until he couldn't resist the urge to kiss you again, hungrily, deeply. His hands slid under your shirt, setting your skin ablaze as his mouth devoured your soft moans. Buggy was always like this: explosive and intense. A fire that left your body aching but always wanting more.
"Oh, Buggy!" your voice suddenly raised in pitch when he parted your panties to the side and slid two fingers inside your dripping pussy. The welcomed intrusion made your back arch and your muscles clench. Your nails dug into his shoulders when he added a third digit, and your breath caught in your throat.
"What is it, Y/N?" The pirate groaned, guiding your hand to his cock. "Is this what you need?" He teased, curling his fingers inside you, taking delight at the desperate noises you made.
A simple nod and a faint whimper were the only answers Buggy needed. Soon, the remaining clothes you had on were nothing but shreds of fabric lying on the floor. Your calves rested on Buggy's shoulders while he entered you slowly, letting out a low grunt as your warmth engulfed him.
"Fuck," the pirate never ceased to repeat as he smacked his hips against yours. Drunk with lust, he let your legs fall around his waist and leaned down to whisper in your ear how good you felt, how he wanted you to take every inch and every drop of him.
His tempo increased gradually along with the volume of your moans until you were screaming his name. One of your legs hooked around his waist, the other on his shoulder, a perfect angle to take him deeper.
"Oh, Buggy," were the only words in your vocabulary as the pounding continued, bringing you closer to the edge.
The pirate's eyes refused to close, even when your walls fluttered and clutched around him and your body spasmed after an intense orgasm. He didn't want to miss a second of your reaction to pleasure, your tits bouncing with every thrust of his hips, and your swollen lips calling his name over and over.
"Fuck, y/n," he grunted, with a last powerful thrust, spilling himself inside you. "Fuck..." he huffed once more, collapsing on top of you to rest his head in the crook of your neck.
It was then when you noticed it, or rather when you confirmed it. The man still buried between your legs was no longer that pirate you met several months ago and had been fucking ever since. Something had changed between you; his arms holding you close and your hands stroking his back were enough evidence of it. A need stronger than sheer lust had infiltrated your otherwise perfect no-attachment deal.
"Stay the night?" Buggy broke the silence a few minutes later, failing to hide the loneliness in his voice. His icy blue eyes searched yours, studying your reaction with a hint of fear that you didn't quite catch.
"Of course," you replied, giving his nose a soft peck.
Sliding out of you, the pirate rolled on his back, bringing you to rest your head on his chest. "Perfect," he whispered, closing his eyes. Buggy was never like this: affectionate and soft. It was a side of him you hoped to see more often.
More a/n: Hearing Buggy say "I will find the One Piece, and then everyone will know my name… And they'll love me," inspired me to write this. That line, in particular, broke my heart and made me realize how lonely and emotionally starved Buggy really is.
As you may or may not know, spanish is my mother tongue and I think re-writing/translating my works to it could improve the overall reader experience for my hispanic readers/followers. So whah do you think?
Summary: Bentham and you haven't seen each other in years. He's a busy criminal, and you happen to live on opposite sides of the world. When he is finally able to drop by, you both are reminded of the strong bond you share.
A/N: requested by vivian-von-truce
Sorry that it took me so long. I hope you like it 😊
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Cover by: Mygiorni
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With mud on your boots and a smile on your face, you return home. Your clothes are messy, and the wind hasn't done your hair any favors, but your soul feels free and light. You go to the bathroom, turn on the bathtub faucet and let the water run as you prepare to take a long, reinvigorating bath after spending most of the day taking care of your horse. The job is far from easy, but you are so passionate about it that you don't pay much attention to such trifles. You step into the water and feel its warmth slowly flooding your body. Leaning your back against the tub, you close your eyes, immersing yourself in a pleasant moment.
Purupurupuru. The sound comes like an echo coming from the depths of your mind, and you try to ignore it, believing it is just a product of your imagination. Purupurupuru. There it is again, louder and more distinct this time. You open your eyes, internally cursing at whoever is interrupting your peace. When you see the red lips and green makeup under your den-den mushi's eyes, your heart skips a beat. You jump out of the tub as fast as you can -being careful not to slip and break your head- and run to answer the call.
"Bentham!" you exclaim as you pick up the handset. The tone of your voice doesn't hide the excitement of getting a call from someone so important to you.
"Y/N!~ It's been a long time, huh?" The voice on the other end of the line is no less happy than yours, and a big smirk graces your face.
"Say, honey. Are you going to be home tomorrow?" They say before you storm them with questions.
Their words catch you off guard, and you have to sit. Is he planning to visit you? Just thinking of seeing them again after so many years almost makes you jump with joy, but you wait for them to confirm it before celebrating.
"Wha- Uh- Yes. Why?" you reply, blinking quickly and trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.
"See you tomorrow, then!~" That's the last thing you hear before the characteristic gatcha, indicating that the call is over.
Staring at the floor, you try to process what happened. If you had won the lottery, you would certainly feel less excited and -at the same time- nervous. After that conversation - if that brief exchange of words can be called that - returning to your daily life without getting lost in nostalgic memories is almost impossible.
A gentle draft from the open window in your room reminds you of your nakedness, and you grab a towel from the cupboard to dry the drops of water on your skin that still refuse to evaporate. The night will be long, and you take a deep breath to calm down. It's been ten years since you last saw your best friend, and now all you can think about is running to them and hugging them so tight that it makes up for all the time you've been apart.
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With a gasp, you open your eyes wide. The sunlight coming through the window blind you for a moment, and you cover your face with your hand as the fog of sleep fades away. Fearing you've overslept, you jump out of bed with your heart racing, smiling in relief when you notice it's still early. Bentham should have told you when exactly they were planning to come by. It would have lessened the anxiety.
After taking a shower, you stand in front of the closet with your towel wrapped around your body. Crossing your arms over your chest, you concentrate on imagining the perfect outfit, smiling to yourself at the fact that if you had a date, it would have taken you much less time to find the perfect combination of clothes. Several moments - which may or may not have been more than an hour - later, you pose in front of the mirror with your chest heaving and a triumphant smile.
Your internal caffeine meter reminds you that you still haven't had a cup of that bitter-tasting and smoky-smelling liquid that makes your every cell overflow with energy. With only one thought in mind, you walk to the kitchen, fill the coffee machine container with water, grind the dark brown beans to a fine aromatic powder, and fetch your favorite cup while the device prepares your elixir of life. The shrill ringing of the doorbell almost makes you drop the empty cup. In the blink of an eye, you are opening the door to your house.
The words choke in your mouth, and your eyes fill with tears as you jump into your friend's arms, to give them a bone-crushing hug. Neither of you speaks for a long moment. Only soft sobs can be heard as you both refuse to let go of the other.
"I've missed you so much," you hoarse, stepping back to get a better look at them. You could swear they are much taller than the last time you saw them.
"I've missed you more," Bon-chan answers in a trembling voice as they wipe the tears from their face; before pressing you against their chest once more.
"You want some coffee?" you offer, stepping to the side and beckoning them into your house.
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Hours go by between cups of coffee and desserts, between laughter and stories. Sitting on the fluffy carpet in your living room and with a cheering playlist of your favorite childhood songs in the background, you both try to compact the events of the last ten years into short stories, taking the time to answer each other's curious questions. A warm feeling takes over both of you as you realize that despite the time that has passed and how much you have changed physically and mentally, your bond is so strong that even distance can't break it.
With nostalgia, you remember your childhood together, the nights dancing until your feet ached and your legs cramped. Or when the other boys in town tried to tease you for being "weird" only to get their asses kicked by Bentham, who has always got a talent for turning his body into a weapon.
"Wanna see my horse?" you ask once you get your breath back after telling a funny story. You have no doubt they could perform to perfection a couple of acrobatics aid with that natural grace and elegance they have always possessed.
"Sure!" They reply, jumping to their feet and offering you their hand.
The two of you leave the house and walk hand in hand to the barn. It would be so nice to stop time or at least make everything stay like this forever, you and your best friend having fun together again like you used to do so long ago. But you know that nothing ever quite works out how you want it to, and you decide to make the most of this short visit. Although you fear that now that Bon-chan is one of the most influential and powerful members of Baroque Works, visits and calls will be even more sporadic.
Finally, you see her, your majestic black and white horse, waiting for you in the comfortable space you built for her, sheltered from the weather.
"Oh! What do we have here?" Bentham says, squeezing your hand as you both walk closer to her. "She's gorgeous! What's her name?"
"Shady Lady," you reply, trying to keep the pride of having trained such a beautiful, healthy animal from going to your head. "Come on, girl! It's time for a little show," you say, pulling her out of the stall. "Let me show you what we can do," you turn to wink at your friend, and they wiggle in excitement before strutting over to a bench.
"I'm ready whenever you are~," Your friend says, almost bouncing with excitement while you mount your horse.
As soon as you climb up, you enter some form of trance. Your movements have the fluidity and precision that only years of practice can give, immediately capturing your friend's attention. Bentham watches your every move closely, holding their breath when you attempt a dangerous stunt and applauding merrily when you execute it without making a mistake.
"So that's what you've been doing all this time!" they joke, but you know they're proud of you. "Hats off to you. You're wonderful Y/N," they say, blowing you a kiss and offering you a wide smile.
"Thank you, Bon-chan," You reply, unable to stop your cheek from turning red. "Would you like an apple?"
Your question confuses them, but they still nod. A few yards to the right of Bon Clay stands a huge apple tree, the crimson color of its fruits forming a beautiful contrast to the deep green of its leaves. You steer your horse towards it, then stand on her back to reach a high branch where the best and juiciest apples hang. You cling to it with one hand while the other grasps the red fruit, pulling it until its thin stem breaks. The triumphant smile on your face fades as soon as it shows up. Shady Lady has other plans and leaves before you can sit back on the saddle.
Bon Clay rushes to your aid, putting their arms around your legs just before the branch breaks.
"Now, that was a nice trick!" They joke, bursting out laughing despite the not-so-amused look on your face.
"Shut up," you snort, playfully elbowing their side as soon as he puts you down.
"Why don't we have some apples... From the lower branches, of course," he jokes. "And bake one of my famous pies that you liked so much," his eyes light up with the memory of old times, and you can't refuse.
Carefully, you climb onto their shoulders and begin plucking a few apples, dropping them on the ground around you. "You're not going to walk away and leave me hanging here, are you?". You joke, reaching out to grab a specially large fruit.
Your joke makes Bentham remember the look on your face when your horse decided she had better things to do. Unable to help themselves, they let out a loud laugh that forces them to their knees while you struggle not to fall. Their laugh is infectious, and you join them, losing your balance and causing you both to end up on the ground.
And there, rolling on the grass with tears in your eyes and a sore abdomen, you feel like children again. Maybe you won't see each other for another ten years. Maybe even longer. But for such a strong bond, distance and time are not a threat. You both know that no matter how far away you are, what binds you together will never disappear.
Warnings/Tags: semi-public sex, oral sex (reader receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, age gap (no underage).
Summary: After sharing an intimate and passionate first time together, Kin'emon and you can't resist the urge to seek comfort in each other's arms again. The risk of being caught is higher now, but so will be the reward.
A/N: second part to The Calm before the Storm.
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Cover by: ヤシヨ
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Kin'emon and you walk back to the house. His strong, callused hand closes over yours while he guides you in the dark. His thumb caresses your skin shyly as if a couple of minutes before he wasn't moaning against your neck as you rode him with eagerness. A tender smile lights your face, and you return the gesture, stroking his knuckles with your fingers. It's a shame that you cannot see how the samurai blushes like a teenager because of your touch.
As soon as you enter the old house, the loud snores and in-sleep murmuring of your mates welcome you. The warriors rest calmly on mattresses scattered across the floor. The room is engulfed by darkness, and you can barely tell apart a few shapes. Kin'emon and you walk slowly and quietly, being extremely careful not to step on anyone. Finally, you both reach the back of the room, where a shoji separates Kin'emon's room from the rest of the single-story house.
"Here we are," the samurai whispers, giving your hand a gentle squeeze; inviting you to come in.
The dim moonlight streams into the room through the small window, allowing your curious gaze to study the place while the samurai puts his swords on their holder. The room is slightly bigger than the futon on the floor. The tatami feels comfortably soft under your feet and you curl your fingers, enjoying the feeling.
"Come here," Kin'emon says softly, patting the empty space next to him.
The samurai surrounds you with his arms and pulls you closer as soon as you lay next to him. You rest your head on his chest and close your eyes, focusing on his soothing heartbeat. His fingers caress your hair softly, while yours draw small circles on his broad chest. You both remain completely quiet, noticing how you begin to breathe in sync after a few minutes. The two of you are exhausted, but it's almost impossible to fall asleep when you long for each other with such intensity. Tonight, you had a little taste of heaven, and now your bodies are begging for more.
Kin'emon kisses the top of your head while stroking your cheek softly, letting his thumb brush your lips faintly and praying for you to get the hint. If you would at least grant him the briefest of kisses, it would be enough to calm his burning desire for a while. Maybe it would also help him decide whether the strong bond he felt with you was more than lust and the ephemeral but warm feeling of having some intimacy with another human being.
You rise your head to find his gaze in the shadows and recognize in his deep brown eyes the same urgency that invades you. Desire spreads across your body like fire fed by the air in your lungs. But a particularly loud snore from the other room reminds you how thin the walls are, holding you back. Kin'emon stays still while you decide what to do next. Finally, lust wins over shame and you kiss him, feeling how his lips bring you back to life.
A faint sigh escapes the samurai when your lips meet his at least. His hands travel down your back, grabbing firmly at your buttocks as you try to restrain a moan. Kin'emon knows he's got to be careful if you don't want to wake everyone up, but it is not an easy task when you've become his need. His body cries out for you, for your closeness, your caresses, your kisses. Sometimes it feels like you're made for each other. It captivates and scares him equally.
Kin'emon breaks the kiss to prop on his elbow and have a better look at you. It seems like he's taking a mental photograph of this moment, and you give him a sweet smile as you stroke his face tenderly. A few moments later, your lips come together again. The samurai kisses you calmly, memorizing the texture of your lips and the taste of your mouth. His hand moves slowly down your body, searching in the bulky fabric of your kimono a small gap to gain access to your throbbing core. Not long after, his fingers reach their goal, rubbing their tips softly over your clit as you let out a faint moan.
"Shhh," the samurai whispers in your ear before kissing your neck. "We don't want them to hear us," he adds with a conspiratorial tone, letting his hot breath tickle your skin.
You breathe heavily and bite your lower lip, trying to be quiet as Kin'emon fondles you. His hot mouth leaves small wet kisses on your neck and you tremble, closing your eyes to relish the sensation. Your hands dive under his clothes, eager to feel his skin as his fingers continue with such sweet torture.
"Take your... clothes off," you whisper while trying to hold back a moan. "I need you, Kin-san."
"Not yet, Y/N," Kin'emon replies, kissing your lips chastely. "Why are you in such a hurry?" he says, sliding a finger inside your wetness.
A soft involuntary moan escapes your mouth and you instantly hold your breath, fearing that someone could have heard you. The thrill of playing with fire enhances every sensation, making them even more intoxicating. When the samurai adds another finger, your eyes roll back in your head and you have to cover your mouth to restrain a needy whimper. Moments later, a warm sensation invades you. Your mind goes blank, your muscles contract, and you let out a sharp sigh while a toe-curling orgasm takes over you.
"Is everything alright?" Kin whispers in your ear with his fingers still inside of you. Smiling contently as your walls clench around them.
"Y-yes, Kin-san," you pant, trying to get your breath back.
"Good," he says before his lips meet yours again, kissing you softly while he undresses you. His hands travel leisurely across your skin, making you squirm from arousal. His mouth peppers your neck with kisses, then moves down to your breasts, sucking gently on your nipples.
"Oh... Kin-san~," you let out a trembling sigh while you scrape your nails lightly across his back.
"Cover your mouth," Kin'emon instructs you. Without giving you time to comprehend his words fully, the samurai kisses your abdomen, slowly moving down until his head settles between your legs. Kin'emon's fingers ghost over your swollen folds, spreading them before wrapping his lips around your nub, gently sucking on it while placing a hand on your lower belly to keep you in place.
You instantly arch your back against him, making a strangled noise. The sensation is like nothing you've felt before, and you gradually lose the ability to think straight. You cover your mouth with one hand, grabbing onto the sheets with the other. Your breathing turns shallow and quick, and your body twists with every flick of his tongue, with every little suck he gives to your clit. That sweet mouth of his is driving you wild with pleasure, and holding back your moans is becoming impossible.
"Kin-san... please, stop," you whisper before gently pushing his head away.
"I'm sorry," Kin'emon raises his head to check on you. "Did I do something wrong?" He asks concerned.
"Not at all," you reply, smiling sweetly. "On the contrary. It felt too good, it was almost impossible not to make any noise," you reassure with a soft giggle while stroking his cheek.
"Do you... want to stop?" The samurai says in a serious tone, sitting back and resting his hands on his thighs. Whatever your answer is, he will respect it.
"Of course not," you purr, pulling him by the collar of his kimono until he's in on top of you. "I still need you, Kin-san."
Your words and the look in your eyes leave him breathless. If only you were completely alone. If only he wouldn't have to restrain the burning desire to let his hands and mouth run freely over your skin, as he makes you moan his name again and again until you can't hold it anymore. Maybe if you survive the battle, you'll allow him to keep you company one more night. To show you that he also needs you more than the air he breathes.
Kin'emon sits back to get rid of his clothes, and your heart seems like it is about to jump out of your chest. The moonlight shining through the window allows you to take a better look at his strong muscles. You ogle him impatiently while you wait for him to be ready. Your body is begging for him to satiate his thirst with it, and you open your legs, inviting the samurai to get lost in your soaking wet walls.
"You are so beautiful, Y/N," Kin'emon praises, relishing the sight of your naked body before diving into your arms to kiss you as if his life depended on it.
You let out a content sigh, surrounding him with your arms. The kiss is slow but intense. Kin massages your tongue with his. Your fingers trace the muscles in his back, feeling how the samurai melts under your touch. The tip of his hard member ghost over your clit, and you break the kiss to look him in the eye.
"Do it... Please," you pant, spreading your legs further and slightly lifting your hips to give him better access to your entrance.
Kin'emon presses his lips against yours while he enters you slowly, letting himself be trapped in the warm embrace of your wetness. You wrap around him so perfectly that he can't help but let out a long, deep grunt against your mouth. After allowing himself a few seconds to recover his composure, the samurai begins rolling his hips against you. It doesn't take him long to find a sensual rhythm, and you reward him with a quiet whimper.
Your eager hands don't cease to explore his skin and knead his strong arms. Your nails ran up and down his sides, eliciting sweet muffled moans from him, and you feel yourself getting wetter only from those desperate noises he makes. When you wrap your legs around his waist to push him deeper inside you, the samurai holds his breath.
"Damn, Y/N," He grunts quietly. "You're not making it easy for me, are you?" He pants before kissing your forehead as he fights to delay his climax.
"Look who's talking," you reply with a playful tone, cupping his head in your hands and stroking his face with your thumbs.
You both remain still for a moment, holding each other's gazes and enjoying the closeness as you try to decipher the meaning behind this moment. It's only sex. You tell yourselves over and over in an attempt to ignore that tiny spark that ignited the first time your lips met. Don't confuse this with something else. You'll only hurt yourself.
Kin'emon begins to move after a few moments. The predatory look in his eyes makes your cheeks burn, and you cannot help but clench your muscles around him. You try to keep your eyes open to burn every single detail of his face into your mind. But the delicious way his hard member massages your inner walls blurry your vision and forces your eyelids to close.
"Harder, Kin-san," you pant, desperate to reach heaven for a third time tonight. "~Please."
Encouraged by your words, the samurai places his lips on the crook of your neck to muffle his own moans as he increases the pace of his thrusts. Plunging deep and hard into you.
"Oh...Kin-san~," you whisper, melting under his weight as he hits that sweet spot harder and faster each time.
Your bodies dance to the rhythm of a silent melody that becomes more erratic and desperate as time passes. Faint pleasure noises and sharp sighs mix with the sounds of the night as both of you approach the peak. Suddenly everything immerses in complete silence and the world around you disappears when you reach an earth-shattering orgasm. You wrap your arms tightly around each other, struggling to remain quiet while shockwaves of pleasure grip your bodies.
Opening your eyes, you come back from that blissful trance your climax left you in. You're soaked with sweat, your arms are shaking, and your legs feel like jelly. But despite the physical discomfort, an expression of unadulterated happiness appears on your face. Your chest rises as you inhale deeply, taking in the scent of your lover. Your fingers trace random circular shapes on Kin'emon's back, and he replies by kissing your shoulder.
For a moment, the two of you are submerged in nothing but calmness. Your muscles relax, your breathing becomes even, and your heart beats in a steady rhythm. You kiss the samurai's temple, and he lets out a breathy chuckle, surrounding you with his arms and rolling on his back, so you can rest your head on his chest.
"Let's go to sleep," Kin'emon whispers, closing his eyes and holding you tightly as he drifts off.
There, buried in his arms, a warm feeling of safety invades you, and you close your eyes to let Kin'emon's peaceful heartbeat lull you to sleep.
*******
Bright sunbeams stream into the room, waking you up. When you finally open your eyes, the crest of the Kozuki clan tattooed on Kin'emon's back greets you. The black ink on the samurai's tanned skin catches your attention, and you're incapable of resisting the impulse to trace the meaningful symbol with the tip of your finger. Kin'emon shudders under your touch, inhaling deeply as he turns around to face you.
"Good morning, Kin-san," you whisper with a sweet tone, and he smiles, still half-asleep. You could swear he seems relieved.
"I'm so glad that you're here, Y/N," he mumbles before failing to hold back a yawn. "I was afraid it had been a dream." He concludes, placing his arm around your waist and gently pulling you to him.
Behind the wall, the other warriors gear up for the battle. The clinking of the swords and the sound of lively conversations and chants fill the air, creating a cheerful atmosphere. But still incapable of bursting the bubble of bliss you and Kin'emon have created.
"Y/N?" The samurai speaks after a while, moving away to look you in the eye with a serious expression. "If we get out of this alive..." He continues, avoiding your gaze for a moment as he looks for the right words.
"When we get out of this alive..." you correct, giving his hip a gentle squeeze to reassure him.
"Would you... Would you go out on a date with me?" After the words finally leave his mouth, the samurai feels strangely weightless. He hopes now that his heart will remain intact after hearing your answer.
"Of course, I will!" You reply right away, seeing how his beautiful brown eyes light up with emotion. He's trying so hard not to jump from the excitement that you can help but let out a soft chuckle.
"Kin'emon-san? Y/N-senpai?" Out of nowhere, a male voice disturbs your peace. A broad shadow stands behind the shoji.
"We're all going out now, so you can have some time alone before we leave." You hear him say from the other side of the wall. Kin'emon and you share a wide-eyed look. Your belly drops and your cheeks go crimson when the realization hits you... Maybe you weren't so quiet after all.
Warnings/Tags: semi-public sex, oral sex (reader receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, age gap (no underage).
Summary: After sharing an intimate and passionate first time together, Kin'emon and you can't resist the urge to seek comfort in each other's arms again. The risk of being caught is higher now, but so will be the reward.
A/N: second part to The Calm before the Storm.
Read it on AO3
Cover by: ヤシヨ
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Kin'emon and you walk back to the house. His strong, callused hand closes over yours while he guides you in the dark. His thumb caresses your skin shyly as if a couple of minutes before he wasn't moaning against your neck as you rode him with eagerness. A tender smile lights your face, and you return the gesture, stroking his knuckles with your fingers. It's a shame that you cannot see how the samurai blushes like a teenager because of your touch.
As soon as you enter the old house, the loud snores and in-sleep murmuring of your mates welcome you. The warriors rest calmly on mattresses scattered across the floor. The room is engulfed by darkness, and you can barely tell apart a few shapes. Kin'emon and you walk slowly and quietly, being extremely careful not to step on anyone. Finally, you both reach the back of the room, where a shoji separates Kin'emon's room from the rest of the single-story house.
"Here we are," the samurai whispers, giving your hand a gentle squeeze; inviting you to come in.
The dim moonlight streams into the room through the small window, allowing your curious gaze to study the place while the samurai puts his swords on their holder. The room is slightly bigger than the futon on the floor. The tatami feels comfortably soft under your feet and you curl your fingers, enjoying the feeling.
"Come here," Kin'emon says softly, patting the empty space next to him.
The samurai surrounds you with his arms and pulls you closer as soon as you lay next to him. You rest your head on his chest and close your eyes, focusing on his soothing heartbeat. His fingers caress your hair softly, while yours draw small circles on his broad chest. You both remain completely quiet, noticing how you begin to breathe in sync after a few minutes. The two of you are exhausted, but it's almost impossible to fall asleep when you long for each other with such intensity. Tonight, you had a little taste of heaven, and now your bodies are begging for more.
Kin'emon kisses the top of your head while stroking your cheek softly, letting his thumb brush your lips faintly and praying for you to get the hint. If you would at least grant him the briefest of kisses, it would be enough to calm his burning desire for a while. Maybe it would also help him decide whether the strong bond he felt with you was more than lust and the ephemeral but warm feeling of having some intimacy with another human being.
You rise your head to find his gaze in the shadows and recognize in his deep brown eyes the same urgency that invades you. Desire spreads across your body like fire fed by the air in your lungs. But a particularly loud snore from the other room reminds you how thin the walls are, holding you back. Kin'emon stays still while you decide what to do next. Finally, lust wins over shame and you kiss him, feeling how his lips bring you back to life.
A faint sigh escapes the samurai when your lips meet his at least. His hands travel down your back, grabbing firmly at your buttocks as you try to restrain a moan. Kin'emon knows he's got to be careful if you don't want to wake everyone up, but it is not an easy task when you've become his need. His body cries out for you, for your closeness, your caresses, your kisses. Sometimes it feels like you're made for each other. It captivates and scares him equally.
Kin'emon breaks the kiss to prop on his elbow and have a better look at you. It seems like he's taking a mental photograph of this moment, and you give him a sweet smile as you stroke his face tenderly. A few moments later, your lips come together again. The samurai kisses you calmly, memorizing the texture of your lips and the taste of your mouth. His hand moves slowly down your body, searching in the bulky fabric of your kimono a small gap to gain access to your throbbing core. Not long after, his fingers reach their goal, rubbing their tips softly over your clit as you let out a faint moan.
"Shhh," the samurai whispers in your ear before kissing your neck. "We don't want them to hear us," he adds with a conspiratorial tone, letting his hot breath tickle your skin.
You breathe heavily and bite your lower lip, trying to be quiet as Kin'emon fondles you. His hot mouth leaves small wet kisses on your neck and you tremble, closing your eyes to relish the sensation. Your hands dive under his clothes, eager to feel his skin as his fingers continue with such sweet torture.
"Take your... clothes off," you whisper while trying to hold back a moan. "I need you, Kin-san."
"Not yet, Y/N," Kin'emon replies, kissing your lips chastely. "Why are you in such a hurry?" he says, sliding a finger inside your wetness.
A soft involuntary moan escapes your mouth and you instantly hold your breath, fearing that someone could have heard you. The thrill of playing with fire enhances every sensation, making them even more intoxicating. When the samurai adds another finger, your eyes roll back in your head and you have to cover your mouth to restrain a needy whimper. Moments later, a warm sensation invades you. Your mind goes blank, your muscles contract, and you let out a sharp sigh while a toe-curling orgasm takes over you.
"Is everything alright?" Kin whispers in your ear with his fingers still inside of you. Smiling contently as your walls clench around them.
"Y-yes, Kin-san," you pant, trying to get your breath back.
"Good," he says before his lips meet yours again, kissing you softly while he undresses you. His hands travel leisurely across your skin, making you squirm from arousal. His mouth peppers your neck with kisses, then moves down to your breasts, sucking gently on your nipples.
"Oh... Kin-san~," you let out a trembling sigh while you scrape your nails lightly across his back.
"Cover your mouth," Kin'emon instructs you. Without giving you time to comprehend his words fully, the samurai kisses your abdomen, slowly moving down until his head settles between your legs. Kin'emon's fingers ghost over your swollen folds, spreading them before wrapping his lips around your nub, gently sucking on it while placing a hand on your lower belly to keep you in place.
You instantly arch your back against him, making a strangled noise. The sensation is like nothing you've felt before, and you gradually lose the ability to think straight. You cover your mouth with one hand, grabbing onto the sheets with the other. Your breathing turns shallow and quick, and your body twists with every flick of his tongue, with every little suck he gives to your clit. That sweet mouth of his is driving you wild with pleasure, and holding back your moans is becoming impossible.
"Kin-san... please, stop," you whisper before gently pushing his head away.
"I'm sorry," Kin'emon raises his head to check on you. "Did I do something wrong?" He asks concerned.
"Not at all," you reply, smiling sweetly. "On the contrary. It felt too good, it was almost impossible not to make any noise," you reassure with a soft giggle while stroking his cheek.
"Do you... want to stop?" The samurai says in a serious tone, sitting back and resting his hands on his thighs. Whatever your answer is, he will respect it.
"Of course not," you purr, pulling him by the collar of his kimono until he's in on top of you. "I still need you, Kin-san."
Your words and the look in your eyes leave him breathless. If only you were completely alone. If only he wouldn't have to restrain the burning desire to let his hands and mouth run freely over your skin, as he makes you moan his name again and again until you can't hold it anymore. Maybe if you survive the battle, you'll allow him to keep you company one more night. To show you that he also needs you more than the air he breathes.
Kin'emon sits back to get rid of his clothes, and your heart seems like it is about to jump out of your chest. The moonlight shining through the window allows you to take a better look at his strong muscles. You ogle him impatiently while you wait for him to be ready. Your body is begging for him to satiate his thirst with it, and you open your legs, inviting the samurai to get lost in your soaking wet walls.
"You are so beautiful, Y/N," Kin'emon praises, relishing the sight of your naked body before diving into your arms to kiss you as if his life depended on it.
You let out a content sigh, surrounding him with your arms. The kiss is slow but intense. Kin massages your tongue with his. Your fingers trace the muscles in his back, feeling how the samurai melts under your touch. The tip of his hard member ghost over your clit, and you break the kiss to look him in the eye.
"Do it... Please," you pant, spreading your legs further and slightly lifting your hips to give him better access to your entrance.
Kin'emon presses his lips against yours while he enters you slowly, letting himself be trapped in the warm embrace of your wetness. You wrap around him so perfectly that he can't help but let out a long, deep grunt against your mouth. After allowing himself a few seconds to recover his composure, the samurai begins rolling his hips against you. It doesn't take him long to find a sensual rhythm, and you reward him with a quiet whimper.
Your eager hands don't cease to explore his skin and knead his strong arms. Your nails ran up and down his sides, eliciting sweet muffled moans from him, and you feel yourself getting wetter only from those desperate noises he makes. When you wrap your legs around his waist to push him deeper inside you, the samurai holds his breath.
"Damn, Y/N," He grunts quietly. "You're not making it easy for me, are you?" He pants before kissing your forehead as he fights to delay his climax.
"Look who's talking," you reply with a playful tone, cupping his head in your hands and stroking his face with your thumbs.
You both remain still for a moment, holding each other's gazes and enjoying the closeness as you try to decipher the meaning behind this moment. It's only sex. You tell yourselves over and over in an attempt to ignore that tiny spark that ignited the first time your lips met. Don't confuse this with something else. You'll only hurt yourself.
Kin'emon begins to move after a few moments. The predatory look in his eyes makes your cheeks burn, and you cannot help but clench your muscles around him. You try to keep your eyes open to burn every single detail of his face into your mind. But the delicious way his hard member massages your inner walls blurry your vision and forces your eyelids to close.
"Harder, Kin-san," you pant, desperate to reach heaven for a third time tonight. "~Please."
Encouraged by your words, the samurai places his lips on the crook of your neck to muffle his own moans as he increases the pace of his thrusts. Plunging deep and hard into you.
"Oh...Kin-san~," you whisper, melting under his weight as he hits that sweet spot harder and faster each time.
Your bodies dance to the rhythm of a silent melody that becomes more erratic and desperate as time passes. Faint pleasure noises and sharp sighs mix with the sounds of the night as both of you approach the peak. Suddenly everything immerses in complete silence and the world around you disappears when you reach an earth-shattering orgasm. You wrap your arms tightly around each other, struggling to remain quiet while shockwaves of pleasure grip your bodies.
Opening your eyes, you come back from that blissful trance your climax left you in. You're soaked with sweat, your arms are shaking, and your legs feel like jelly. But despite the physical discomfort, an expression of unadulterated happiness appears on your face. Your chest rises as you inhale deeply, taking in the scent of your lover. Your fingers trace random circular shapes on Kin'emon's back, and he replies by kissing your shoulder.
For a moment, the two of you are submerged in nothing but calmness. Your muscles relax, your breathing becomes even, and your heart beats in a steady rhythm. You kiss the samurai's temple, and he lets out a breathy chuckle, surrounding you with his arms and rolling on his back, so you can rest your head on his chest.
"Let's go to sleep," Kin'emon whispers, closing his eyes and holding you tightly as he drifts off.
There, buried in his arms, a warm feeling of safety invades you, and you close your eyes to let Kin'emon's peaceful heartbeat lull you to sleep.
*******
Bright sunbeams stream into the room, waking you up. When you finally open your eyes, the crest of the Kozuki clan tattooed on Kin'emon's back greets you. The black ink on the samurai's tanned skin catches your attention, and you're incapable of resisting the impulse to trace the meaningful symbol with the tip of your finger. Kin'emon shudders under your touch, inhaling deeply as he turns around to face you.
"Good morning, Kin-san," you whisper with a sweet tone, and he smiles, still half-asleep. You could swear he seems relieved.
"I'm so glad that you're here, Y/N," he mumbles before failing to hold back a yawn. "I was afraid it had been a dream." He concludes, placing his arm around your waist and gently pulling you to him.
Behind the wall, the other warriors gear up for the battle. The clinking of the swords and the sound of lively conversations and chants fill the air, creating a cheerful atmosphere. But still incapable of bursting the bubble of bliss you and Kin'emon have created.
"Y/N?" The samurai speaks after a while, moving away to look you in the eye with a serious expression. "If we get out of this alive..." He continues, avoiding your gaze for a moment as he looks for the right words.
"When we get out of this alive..." you correct, giving his hip a gentle squeeze to reassure him.
"Would you... Would you go out on a date with me?" After the words finally leave his mouth, the samurai feels strangely weightless. He hopes now that his heart will remain intact after hearing your answer.
"Of course, I will!" You reply right away, seeing how his beautiful brown eyes light up with emotion. He's trying so hard not to jump from the excitement that you can help but let out a soft chuckle.
"Kin'emon-san? Y/N-senpai?" Out of nowhere, a male voice disturbs your peace. A broad shadow stands behind the shoji.
"We're all going out now, so you can have some time alone before we leave." You hear him say from the other side of the wall. Kin'emon and you share a wide-eyed look. Your belly drops and your cheeks go crimson when the realization hits you... Maybe you weren't so quiet after all.
-"Baby, aren't you tired from running through my mind all day?"
Pairing: Franky x Robin
Genre: fluff, romance
Word count: 1730
Warnings: none
Summary: Franky wants to confess his feelings to Robin but not before finding the perfect gift for her.
A/N: based on the prompt "flowers" by @frobinfandays.
Pre-timeskip.
Read it on AO3
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"Franky? Is everything alright?" Usopp asked while entering the shipwright's workshop with a worried frown on his face.
"You seem a little... anxious." He added noticing the way the cyborg checked the clock on the wall every few seconds.
"What?... No... Yeah... I'm... I'm fine." Franky replied with a brief smile, trying to appear as chill as possible.
"If you say so... Why did you call me?" Usopp asked sitting in front of Franky, his eyes studying the cyborg's expression as if he was trying to read the other man's mind.
"I'm finally doing it, my friend!" Franky answered too excited to be able to cover it. "But I need you to help me find something first." He added closing the distance between both of them. The flicker in the cyborg's eyes told Usopp he was much likely going to regret helping him.
"You know we will be arriving at the next island in half an hour, right?" Franky whispered. His gaze locked on his friend. "I've heard this place has the most beautiful flowers in the whole world, and I need you to help me find the best of them." The cyborg concluded and waited for his friend to answer. His legs bounced lightly as he did.
"What? Why do you need flowers?" Usopp couldn't help but raise his voice in a mixture of surprise and confusion. Then it hit him. Oh...
"Is it because of Robin?" Usopp's voice was now barely audible. "Are you gonna give her flowers?"
"Yeah, but not only that. I'm finally confessing my feelings to her." Franky replied with a smug smile on his lips, before letting out a long sigh as he rested his back on the sofa.
"WHAT!?"
"Shhhh!"
*****
"No, you don't get it! They are not suuuper enough." The cyborg said the flower pot back on the display table with slight disdain. A hint of growing desperation in his voice.
"I still think we should have brought Nami with us." The sniper said crossing his arms in front of him. His feet were already hurting from walking all day. "You know they're very close friends... Even Chopper would have been of more help!" He was starting to sound desperate too.
"But you are my friend..." Franky made a pause, looking at Usopp with his best puppy-dog eyes.
"Fine." The sniper sighed after a moment, letting his arms fall to his sides. "We'll keep on searching... But only on this street!" He added pointing his index to Franky's face for emphasis.
"Suuuperrr!" The cyborg replied throwing an arm around Usopp's shoulder before they left to the next florist shop.
*****
"Okay. This is it, Franky," Usopp said tiredly dragging his feet. He was so tired he could fall asleep right there on the cold floor. "I'm sorry, but this is the last shop we're checking today." He added while opening the door.
Both men stepped inside the shop and did the same thing they had been doing the whole day: Usopp would check a side of the store and Franky the other. Once one of them found a pot of promising-looking flowers, they would call the other and ask for a second opinion.
After the first two hours, all the flowers started to look the same to the sniper. He was tired and hungry, but wouldn't forget himself if he gave up so early. After all, he always thought Franky and Robin would make a good couple and was more than happy to help it become true.
"Hey, Franky! Check this out!" Usopp finally called when he found a group of flowers he had never seen before. Maybe it was his tired brain playing tricks on him, but he could swear each flower was changing colors to the rhythm of the faint melody coming from the speakers distributed around the place. The cyborg appeared by his side a second later.
"Suuuperrr!" The sudden victory yell coming from Franky had the same effect on the sniper as a cold shower after three cups of coffee; he was alert now. A group of customers turned their heads around to meet them with disapproving gazes.
"You found them!" The cyborg yelled again, lifting the sniper from the floor and squeezing him between his arms. "I owe you one, my friend."
"So... You got the flowers... What's... next?" Usopp asked while trying to free himself from the cyborg's tight embrace.
"Well. First, I'm gonna invite her to go for a walk; maybe buy her a coffee at the town's square." Franky said putting Usopp down. "Then, when the right time comes, I will give her the flowers and tell her how I feel." The cyborg concluded and a shiver traveled down his spine. Saying his plan out loud made him feel slightly dizzy. He couldn't elude it anymore. It was finally going to happen.
"It will be alright, Franky," Usopp said noticing his friend's uneasiness. "I'm sure Robin feels the same about you. I mean, you guys flirt all the time. Isn't it obvious enough?" He added with a smile while patting the cyborg's shoulder.
*****
The crew was staying at a modest beach house until the Log Pose was done resetting. It was a small place with two big bedrooms, a wide balcony overlooking the sea, a narrow kitchen, a nicely illuminated bathroom, and a cozy living room.
After laying the now asleep Usopp on a sofa, Franky found Robin admiring the sunset from the balcony.
"Hi, Robin," Franky said casually leaning against the rail next to the archaeologist. Her eyes moved from the ocean to the cyborg, and her lips curved in a warm smile.
"Hi, Franky," She replied softly. Her tender tone combined with her big blue eyes staring at him made the cyborg weak in the knees.
"I was wondering... Do you have any plans for tomorrow evening?" Franky asked while having a hard time controlling his racing heart. Please say no. Please. The cyborg thought to himself as he waited for an answer.
"Maybe," Robin replied a little too fast for Franky's liking. "Since we will be staying on this island for only two days I wanted to go out and explore the woods," Robin added. "I'm not sure when I will be back."
Shit. Franky felt the sudden need to sit on the floor and cry.
"Do you wanna come with me?" Robin asked moving closer until their arms were lightly touching. Her eyes moved back to the ocean but her attention remained focused on the man beside her.
"I'd love to." Franky couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh.
*****
Right after breakfast, Franky and Robin were ready to start their adventure. The archaeologist took a small backpack with a notebook, a couple of art supplies, and a bottle of water. Franky was in charge of carrying their lunches in his bag; attached to it was also a mysterious metal box he told everyone contained a set of carpenters tools. He was surprised as the explanation did keep his friends from sneaking a look inside.
"You look stunning," Franky said to Robin once they were outside and the bright sunshine brought out the archeologist's colorful but classy outfit. The wind played softly with her long silky black hair and the cyborg couldn't help but stare at Robin as if he was witnessing the birth of a goddess.
"Thanks, Franky," Robin replied blushing at the cyborg's words. "You look very handsome as well," she added with a wink. This time it was Franky's turn to blush.
A few moments later they reached the limit of the woods. The vibrant green shades of the trees contrasted beautifully with the bright blue sky, and they both stood there for a minute in complete awe.
"Let's go," Robin finally broke the silence, giving Franky's arm a gentle squeeze before walking towards the trees. The cyborg shuddered at her touch.
"Sure," Franky managed to say while resisting the urge to hold Robin's hand.
A few hours later they were so deep in the woods that no sound coming from the lively city could reach them. It felt so peaceful and intimate that Franky couldn't help but close his eyes and take a deep breath. He was ready to expose his heart to the woman of his dreams.
"Is everything alright, Franky?" Robin asked softly, turning around to look at the cyborg.
"Yeah... Would you like to have lunch now?" He offered. Robin nodded with a soft smile and Franky began spreading their picnic blanket.
They ate in silence for a while, sharing flirty looks and warm smiles every now and then. Franky waited until they were done eating, took the metal box in his hands and another deep breath, then cleared his throat.
"Franky, what's wrong?" Robin's worried gaze met his eyes and the cyborg smiled softly, telling her there was no reason to worry.
"Robin," Franky said holding the box tighter. "There's something I wanna tell you," His voice sounded calmer than he thought it would. Robin remained silent. Her eyes never left him.
"I never thought I would feel this way..." Franky said. "Never thought I would meet someone like you," He continued after a long pause trying to fight back his tears.
"Robin, you are the woman of my dreams, and I've... I've fallen head over heels for you." He concluded. His stomach was in knots, but he felt strangely weightless.
"Franky... I..." Robin felt suddenly overwhelmed by her own feelings and tears began running down his cheeks. She never thought of finding someone who could understand her as deeply as Franky did, and she felt like exploding from happiness when she heard the cyborg's confession.
"I've fallen for you too." She finally said and the day suddenly became brighter for the two of them.
"Suuuuperrrrr!" Franky yelled with tears in his eyes before opening the metal box, revealing the most beautiful flowers Robin had ever seen.
"So..." The cyborg said grinning from ear to ear. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"
"Of course I do!" Robin answered with a laugh before leaning forward until her lips met Franky's.
"You just made me the happiest man on earth." Franky broke the kiss to take Robin in his arms and hold her tightly. They remained silent for a while wearing a peaceful smile on their faces and forgetting about the world around them.
Summary: Luffy feels thankful to have Zoro by his side and decides to show him some love.
A/N: this is the first part of a series of one-shots inspired by this picture from LadyDeadPooly. Hope you guys like it 😉
Read it on AO3
As always general feedback/suggestions/comments are much appreciated 😁❤️
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Luffy woke up with a huge smile on his face and a warm feeling in his chest. Last night, he dreamt about one of the happiest days of his life: the day the infamous Pirate Hunter agreed to join his crew.
After almost losing his friends back at Sabaody Archipelago, and the death of his older brother in the Paramount War, Luffy's life had drastically changed; the captain witnessed firsthand the danger of chasing his dream, and with it came the nightmares. No reason it felt so good to have nice dreams for a chance.
The rubber man closed his eyes, a soft smile still on his face as he let his mind travel back to Shells Town; it felt like an eternity since his path and Zoro's crossed.
The first time they meet, Luffy felt a burning sensation in his chest and the click of his soul connecting with Zoro's for eternity. If someone asked him, he would say he felt like a puzzle finally finding one of his missing pieces. Every minute they spent together after that, the captain was more and more convinced that the swordsman was meant to be his friend.
With the image of Zoro defeating Morgan still burning in his eyes, Luffy sat on his bed, stretching before standing up and walking to the kitchen; his stomach roaring louder than Sunny's cannons.
When the captain opened the door to the deck, the bright sun met his eyes blinding him for a few seconds, once he recovered his sight, the first thing he saw was a green-haired figure sitting on a barrel; its eyes closed and its right arm resting on its swords.
"Zoro!" The name exploded in Luffy's mind at the same time it came out of his mouth. When the swordsman opened his eye it was already too late...
Luffy jumped in Zoro's arms and straddled him. The green-haired man gasped with surprise while trying to keep balance when his captain pressed him against his chest. "Luffy! What the..." Zoro managed to say against the fabric of the rubber man's shirt; his voice coming out an octave above normal.
"Thanks, Zoro," Luffy whispered making a pause, squeezing the swordsman tighter. Zoro's confusion was almost palpable, but he remained quiet.
"Thanks for being my friend..." Luffy's tone was serious but soft. "...for giving me your trust, and for being by my side all this time."
Moved to the very core of his being, Zoro surrounded Luffy with his arms, breathing out sharply while trying to hold back his tears. He was the one who needed to say thank you, the one who needed to tell his captain how lucky and honored he was for being a part of this crew, and for allowing him to become stronger by his side.
Both men remained silent for a while, their eyes closed as the realization of how far they had come together hit them; words weren't enough to describe the strength of their bond, but they didn't need them either, they knew it in their souls.
"Thank you, Luffy," Zoro replied once the rubber man let him go, standing up in front of him.
"My life and my swords belong to you till the end of time," the green-haired added, bowing with solemnity.
"Nami-swan! 💕 Robin-chwan! 💕 Breakfast is ready!" The cook yelled bringing Luffy and Zoro back to reality.
"I'm coming, Sanji!" Luffy yelled back giving Zoro one of his biggest smiles before stretching his arms to grab the rail and jump towards the kitchen. Zoro grunted and followed his captain. Till the end of time, my friend. The green-haired man thought smiling softly as his captain disappeared behind the kitchen's door.
Guys I know it doesn't seem like it, but I'm still alive and working on your requests. I just happen to have a lot of work right now and haven't been able to finish any new fics 😭
A/N: Based on true events... kind of (more details in the tags).
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After Sanji was done with the dishes, he was ready to take a long break. Leaving his apron carefully folded on the countertop, the cook went out of the kitchen towards the deck, guided by the sound of his noisy crewmates having fun outside.
Stepping out of the door, Sanji was welcomed by the warm sun rays, the sound of the waves breaking against the ship's hull, and the sight of the crew just having a good time. The colorful scene made him smile softly; he never said it out loud, but he loved these moments when they could simply relax and forget about the next battle. It made him feel safe and filled his chest with love.
Acting as if he didn't notice the green-haired swordsman resting at the bottom of the stairs, the cook went to sit a couple of steps behind him. Zoro greeted Sanji with an annoyed grunt closing his eyes again and adjusting his position against the staircase.
Idiot, the cook thought before focusing his eyes on Robin and Nami, who were drinking yellow cocktails; the orange-haired woman seemed to have said something very funny, and they both burst out laughing, causing Sanji to chuckle too, earning him another grumpy sound from Zoro.
What's that stupid's swordsman problem? Sanji thought as his gaze moved to the back of Zoro's head.
It looks so soft. I wish I could touch it. Sanji thought, still starring at Zoro's green hair, looking around nervously when the swordsman moved a few millimeters to make himself more comfortable.
Sanji imagined reaching out his hands and running his fingers through Zoros hair, gently caressing it, inviting the swordman to rest his head on his lap while he continued massaging the man's head, placing a soft kiss on his lips every now and then. The blond man sighed from the pressure of longing and resignation growing in his chest. Only if it were that easy...
The cook wasn't sure for how long he let his thoughts run free, not caring anymore that he could get caught staring at the man in front of him; the man who made his blood boil with anger, but also made him feel things he's never felt before.
"Oi Marimo! You got a haircut?" Sanji finally dared. Maybe it could give him an excuse to touch the swordman's hair.
"Hmmm?" Zoro grunted turning lightly until Sanji's image appeared in the corner of his eyes.
"I said..."
"I heard what you said, stupid cook!" Zoro cut him. "Why do you care if I got a haircut?" The swordsman turned around, gritting his teeth. Sanji felt his face grow red with anger and took a deep breath to calm himself down.
"Just curious. That's all." He answered composedly, taking Zoro by surprise.
"Well... I did... and don't even dare to say it's shitty or I'll kill you." Zoro went to rest again against the staircase, folding his arms. Was that a blush? Thought Sanji smiling to himself.
"It doesn't look shitty, by the way." Confessed Sanji in a barely audible tone.
"Hmmm?" grunted Zoro, opening one eye.
Nothing. Sanji thought before standing up and walking towards the ship's rail. Idiot.
Summary: When Robin is feeling a little down, her knight in shining armor comes to the rescue.
A/N: I was listening to this song today and it gave me the main idea for this one-shot, so... Here is my very first One Piece fic! I hope you guys like it.
General feedback/suggestions/comments are much appreciated 😁👍❤️
Sorry if there are any mistakes, English is not my mother tongue. Also no beta reader.
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It was one of those days when Robin found herself thinking too much about her past and the unimaginable torment she was forced to witness as a child. After all this time traveling with the Mugiwara Crew, those days became rare, but her wounds were deep and they still required some time to heal.
She closed her book placing it on her lap, to stare at the horizon. The bright blue sky was cloudless, the sun shone brightly and the wind blew softly carrying the hypnotic music of the waves, and the distant call of the seagulls with him. Her warm skin contrasted with the growing gloominess in her chest. She felt a lump in her throat as tears began to pool in her eyes.
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The cyborg was staring at her from afar as he always did anytime she couldn't notice. He loved watching her read, imaging resting his head on her lap and hearing her stories about forgotten kingdoms and ancient civilizations.
The loving smile on his face turned into a worried frown when he noticed the look on the archaeologist's eyes and the pained expression on her face as she contemplated the sea from her chair.
His heart shattered to pieces, menacing to bring tears to his eyes, but then he got an idea...
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"Oh, baby, why you look sad?" Franky's soft singing voice snapped Robin back to reality. Her eyes moved from the calm blue water to the blue-haired man approaching her. Confusion numbed her melancholic thoughts.
"Don't know, but I know, I'm gonna turn it around right now," the cyborg continued singing in a slow and sentimental ballad rhythm, bending a knee to the ground once he was next to her.
"Would you let this man annoy your sorrows away?" He said, offering Robin a hand. The archaeologist frowned with hesitation. Her mood was not really the jolliest at that moment, but the welcoming smile Franky offered her appeared to ease her worries.
Robin smiled tirelessly as she took Franky's hand and let herself be guided to the center of the deck.
"Would you please pull my ear for 4 seconds?" Franky said lowering himself to Robin's reach.
Confused and curious as she was, Robin couldn't refuse the petition and did as told, expecting to be greeted by another set of crazy haircuts from the blue-haired man. Instead, a funky beat began to play shortly after her fingers let go of Franky's earlobe.
🎶Oh baby, why you look sad? Don't know, but I know I'm gonna turn it around right now.🎶
"Where is the music coming from?" Robin said cocking an eyebrow. A hint of amusement lit her blue eyes. Franky shrugged and grabbed Robin's hands encouraging her to dance with him.
🎶 Oh baby, why you look sad? Don't want that no more. Turn that frown upside down to smile, 🎶
"Well... I may or may not have installed loudspeakers in my body." Franky answered with an ear-to-ear grin. "Who thought they would actually come in handy!"
🎶 I wanna know, what is up and on your mind 🎶
Robin's laugh built up in her chest like bubbles inside a bottle of cola being shaken. When she couldn't hold it any longer, she graced Franky with his favorite sound in the whole world: her laugh.
🎶 I always know when and how to make you smile 🎶
Franky felt his heart melt; everything around him disappeared as in that moment the only thing that mattered was the woman in front of him. He felt like the luckiest man in the world every time Robin's eyes meet his, thanking him without words for bringing light to her darkness.
🎶 Never miss a moment. Love it when you wear your best makeup. What I mean is really your smile 🎶
Franky let go of Robin for a moment to show her his best robot moves while singing with a monotone voice for emphasis; staying in character even when Robin bursting into laughter for the second time seemed to replace his cola for butterflies.
🎶 Oh baby, why you look sad? Don't want that no more. Turn that frown upside down to smile, 🎶
"Oh, Franky." was the first thing Robin managed to say once she could breathe again. Her sides hurt from laughing, and tears were running down her face, but now she felt happy and warm inside.
🎶 Oh baby, why you look sad? Don't know, but I know I'm gonna turn it around right now. 🎶
"I hope you're feeling better," Franky said as the song faded. This time his voice was slightly louder than a whisper, his tone more serious. "You know I'm always here when you want to cry, but also when you need to laugh, right?"
Robin gave him a tender smile and stood on tiptoe to place a kiss on the cyborg's cheek. "I know. Thanks Franky."
Warnings/Tags: dom/sub play, masturbation, teasing, cursing, dirty talk, rough sex, squirting, Buggy putting his DF to good use.
Summary: Buggy wants you to pull a little show for him.
A/N: "His penis can fly too." Eiichiro Oda.
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Cover: credits to the author.
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It is high noon. There isn’t a single cloud in the sky, and the blazing midday sun is cooking everyone on deck alive. Being the lookout on such a hot day would be torture if you hadn't brought an umbrella with you.
"Oi! Y/N! Are you up there? The captain wants to see you...now!" Galdino's voice rises effortlessly above the lively sound of the men working on deck. There's a hint of discomfort in his tone, but you ignore it; climbing down with considerable expertise.
"~ On my way ~" You reply in a sing-songy tone, jumping down the ropes when you're sure the height won't break your legs. The man throws an unamused look at you and you chuckle teasingly before leaving.
"Right before lunch. I swear to God..." You hear Galdino mumble between his teeth as you hurry to the captain's cabin, unable to hide your excitement.
You've been dating Buggy long enough to know the meaning behind his urgency. If he'd only wanted to talk or spend some time with you, he'd come to you personally. Unless he's got something else in mind. Something way more fun than just having a chat.
You reach his door and remain still for a moment, taking a few deep breaths to calm you down. Your heart races with expectation after you announce your presence with a distinctive knock on the door. Buggy's voice coming from the other side puts an end to your nervous fidgeting and you step into the room.
"How can I help you, captain?" You coo, closing the door behind you and walking towards his desk. All the while letting your eyes wander on his features.
The room may not be as hot as the surface, but it is warm enough for Buggy to be wearing a tight tank top. His strong arms and broad chest instantly catch your attention and you bite your lower lip as you ogle him. I hope you bend me over that desk and fuck me blind. You think as you wait for an answer.
"Take off your clothes," Buggy commands in a rough tone without taking his eyes off the papers in front of him.
From the way he writes on his logbook -almost like stabbing its thick pages- you can tell he's dealing with a lot of stress. The captain is a time bomb about to explode and you're happy to find yourself inside the blast radius, even if that means you won't be able to sit or walk properly for a couple of hours. Maybe days if you're lucky enough.
"As you wish, captain," you reply, noticing your core already throbbing with anticipation. Following his orders, you step out of your shoes and slowly pull your shirt up, revealing a collection of hickeys scattered across your torso. Some of them -the recent ones- have a dark purple tone, others are barely visible.
"Flashy," Buggy says in a deep voice, admiring his masterpiece. The beautiful sight of your abused skin distracts him from his work, and he is eager to mark you further in case you dare to forget to whom you belong.
Buggy's greedy hands float towards you. The tips of his fingers trail the bruises on your ribs, before traveling to your belly. You squirm under his light but electrifying touch and the temperature of your body raises, making your ears go red. His hands wander to your back and a needy whimper scapes you when he firmly grabs your buttocks. There is nothing but lust in his dazzling blue eyes and you tremble knowing what awaits you.
“Go on,” He commands, giving your butt one last squeeze before letting go of you.
Unbuttoning your shorts is not an easy task when you're desperately aroused and sweat makes your fingers slippery. But you manage to unzip them and pull them down in a slow movement before kicking them away. Your thighs are also covered in marks and Buggy grunts at the sight, leaning back on his chair with a devilish grin on his face.
Without wasting time, you unhook your bra and free your soft breasts; eliciting a pleased hum from your captain. His predatory gaze is setting your skin ablaze and your whole body aches for him. You are impatient to feel his weight on top of you, and hear his low groans as he sinks into your soaked slit.
"Play with them, pet,” Buggy demands in a deep velvety tone, bringing you back to the present. The captain licks his lips as he places a hand around your neck, letting his thumb ghost over your pulse.
Your fingers tease the underside of your breasts and you close your eyes to let the delicate sensation engulf you. Sweet quiet sighs leave your mouth as you cup your breast and rub the palm of your hand against your hardened peaks. Your body begs for more and you indulge in pinching your sensitive nipples, moaning at the intoxicating sensation.
"On the bed. Now,” Buggy orders, giving your cheek a gentle pat. His pants have grown uncomfortably tight and he wonders how long will he resist his own hunger.
You climb on the mattress to rest your back against the pillows, while he moves his chair in front of the bed. The bulge in his pants catches your attention and your mouth waters. Fuck me now, Buggy. You think, rubbing your thighs together for a little friction.
"Let me see that sweet pussy of yours," Buggy hisses and you buck your hips to the sound of his voice. I'll let you do whatever you want to this pussy. You think, considering all the delicious possibilities.
In a single swift movement, you get rid of your soaked panties, and the piece of fabric meets the rest of your clothes on the floor. The pounding in your chest intensifies when you notice the weight of the captain's gaze on you. Your half-lidded eyes meet his and you spread your legs, finally exposing your wet folds to him.
"Touch yourself," Buggy demands, leaning back to enjoy the show. "Imagine my hard cock teasing your wet little cunt," he adds, letting out a low grunt while he leisurely strokes his clothed erection. His deep dark voice and the lewd way he looks at you are driving you insane.
Letting lust take full control over your body, you open your legs further; giving yourself more room to play. Your hand ghosts over your lower belly until the tip of your fingers reach your nub. You let your head fall back, closing your eyes as quiet moans leave your mouth. Your digits move in a slow circular motion and the intoxicating sensation makes your toes curl.
"B-Buggy... Please" you pant a few moments later as you increase the rhythm of your fingers. Your whole being is begging for him to come and fuck you into the mattress. To use your body as he pleases until you pass out from sheer pleasure.
“What is it, pet? Need a hand?” Buggy teases, letting out a breathy chuckle when you moan an affirmative answer.
With your eyes still shut, you don't notice his hand floating towards you until two fingers push smoothly inside your throbbing entrance. The sudden but welcomed intrusion makes you choke a moan and you open your eyes to meet Buggy's mischievous gaze. The captain teases you g-spot and you lose the ability to form coherent words.
“So fucking naughty” Buggy whispers when you begin rubbing your clit desperately, seeking for that sweet release. "I love it when you're nothing but a horny mess, my treasure," he adds increasing the tempo and you scream his name.
Buggy's fingers undulate inside you, hitting that sweet spot, again and again, while you moan and curse aloud. The tension between your legs becomes unbearable and when he adds a third finger, you go over the limit.
"Fuck... Buggy~" you cry out his name as the climax overcomes you in warm violent waves; making your muscles spasm involuntary as your juices spill on the sheets, leaving a wet spot on the bed.
"So tasty," Buggy growls, looking at you with lecherous eyes as he licks his fingers clean. "Are you ready for another round, pet?" He teases, unzipping his pants to free his rock-hard erection. A clear stream of pre-cum drips down his shaft and you lick your lips.
"Yes, captain,” you plead, using your fingers to spread your folds open; inviting him to lose himself in you.
"Not yet, my treasure," Buggy chuckles, detaching his member. "I want you to play with it as you do with your toys," he says with a predatory tone, moving to the edge of the seat to rest his forearms on his thighs. The crimson blush on your cheeks and the nervous way you avoid his gaze let him know this isn't the first time something like that crosses your mind.
You wrap your hand around Buggy's erection and something primitive and wild possesses you. A long drawn-out moan scapes you when you bring its velvety tip to one of your nipples, coating it with pre-cum as you tap its head on your oversensitive skin. From the noises coming from Buggy, you can tell he's having a hard time controlling himself.
“Fuck, pet,” Buggy pants, closing his eyes to relish the enticing sensation as he groans deeply. "Should I go over there and work that dripping pussy open?"
"Yes, captain... Please," you beg, letting go of him; wishing he would join you at last.
"Open your eyes," Buggy commands, and you do as told.
Locking his gaze with yours, the captain takes off his hat. His silky blue hair falls over his shoulders and he ties it in a loose ponytail, perfectly aware of the effect it causes on you. The muscles in his torso contract and stretch as he leisurely takes off his clothes, and you mewl, eager to run your hands down his well-built body. His skin is also covered with bruises and bite marks... Just in case he dares to forget to whom he belongs.
Buggy climbs on the bed to place himself between your legs and you hold your breath. His intense blue eyes are full of animalistic desire and he holds your gaze while entering you slowly; allowing you to savor the feeling of his girth stretching your walls.
You moan wrapping your legs around his waist to take him even deeper. His mouth finds your neck and you melt under his body when he begins sucking on your skin. Later you'll be proudly wearing his new mark.
The world around you disappears as your bodies heatedly press together, crashing like ocean waves. His length sinks over and over into your heat and all you do is moan his name like a prayer; clinging to him as if you were going to float away otherwise.
"Fuck. You're so wet," Buggy breathes against your collarbone, making your walls clench around him.
You tug lightly at his hair, guiding him to your mouth until your lips meet in a hungry kiss. His taste is strong and intoxicating, and you sigh happily under his spell; welcoming him as he deepens the kiss and pounds harder into you, setting an agonizing pace.
"Oh, Buggy,” you moan, digging your nails into his back; leaving red trails on his skin as he continues to massage your walls so delightfully.
"You feel so fucking good, my treasure" the captain groans, pounding harder into you. Pleased at the way your warmth engulfs him so perfectly.
"Turn around," Buggy orders, suddenly slipping out of you and sitting on his heels. You follow his command without a second thought, lifting your hips for him.
Buggy takes a moment to admire your dripping slit. Your folds are swollen and he teases them with the tip of his fingers, making you whimper against the pillows. He knows your body is aching for him and his chest puffs with pride seeing you so desperate.
"Are you ready, pet?" Buggy teases in a dark tone, positioning himself against your entrance before giving your butt a firm slap. "Let's see how loud you can scream my name," he concludes, digging his nails into your hips as he sinks into you.
"Fuck, Buggy," you cry out as the captain slams his hips against yours. The wet obscene sound of your squelching juices mixes with his low growls, making your core throb.
"You take it so well, my treasure," Buggy growls against your ear before pulling your hair; forcing you to arch your back. The sharp pain in your scalp combined with Buggy's merciless thrusts feels like heaven.
"Come on my cock, pet," Buggy growls, letting go of your hair to hold your hips in place as he uses his remaining energy to bring you over the edge.
The fire burning inside you finally grows beyond your control and your body combusts in an explosion of ecstasy. You squirt for a second time and your mind goes completely blank. Your body floats in a sea of bliss and time seems to stop.
Seconds after, Buggy sinks his teeth into your shoulder as his thrusts become more and more erratic; letting out a muffled growl when his own release takes over, spilling himself inside your pulsating walls.
"Fucking flashy,” Buggy pants in your ear as his body spams against yours, and you chuckle.
With eyes closed and a soft smile on your face, you lay prone on the bed. Exhausted and sore, but extremely happy. Buggy drops next to you with the same foolish expression you're wearing.
"Was I helpful, my captain?” you tease once you get back your breath. Reaching out to stroke Buggy's chest.
“Fuck yes, you were, baby,” Buggy replies letting out a breathy laugh as he runs his fingers over your arm. "Are you alright?" He says rolling on his side to look at you. His fingers grace over the new bite mark he left on your shoulder.
"I am," you reply moving closer to kiss him softly, letting your fingers play with his hair.
"Are you hungry, baby” Buggy asks, breaking the kiss and staring lovingly into your eyes.
"I’m starving,” you reply sitting on the bed.
"Hey, you out there! I know you can hear me! Your captain and the love of his life need food! NOW!" Buggy yells and you cover your ears, shaking your head as you chuckle.
"What?” Buggy asks as "Right away, captain" can be heard from outside.
"Nothing... What do you think we can do in five minutes?” You ask jokingly, leaning down to kiss him again.
"Change the sheets and then... cuddle?” Buggy replies and you laugh.
"I love you, Buggs,” You say, standing up to search for clean bedclothes.
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