A/N: ZareEraz here! I am so sorry that this is a long time coming, but I'm so glad that I can grant the wish of an update! Yay! Thanks for being patient and I hope the wait was worth it! Enjoy! :3
Chapter 2: Clowning Around
Now that Buggy had made her decision to sleep with Shanks if only for the night, she was going to enjoy it before she became unattractive to the male sex again. Her arms snaked around his back, pulling him close to her as their legs and hips slotted together, pressing close to each other. Having gotten over herself, Buggy opened her mouth to Shanks, letting him inside so they could play, their tongues sliding past each other, curling and exploring. Shanks dug his tongue around every corner of her mouth, wanting to taste all of her as his fingers ran up her scalp to her ponytail. He yanked on the tie until it started to come free, letting her long hair roll down onto the pillows in luscious waves.
Shanks had always loved Buggy's hair and had found himself staring at her low ponytails when they were young, watching them sway back and forth under her beanie cap as she swabbed the deck or when she practiced fighting with her daggers. Her hair was much longer now than it had been, and wavier still than in her younger years, but it was still just as blue and just as soft to the touch as it was strewn across the pillows. The man tangled his fingers into the woman's hair against her scalp, pulling ever so slightly to get her to turn her head just a hair to the left – her big nose was almost poking him in the eye. Buggy's head moved just enough that her nose was in a good place as they kissed, their tongues switching from her mouth to his in the process. Shanks let the bluenette explore his mouth, pressing his chest into hers, and loving the feel of her huge jugs. He stroked her hair and combed his fingers through it as Buggy's hands came up and glued themselves to his head, her fingers weaving into his trademark hair as she pressed back against his weight on her torso.
Shanks growled in appreciation, liking the way the woman moved against him and started to undulate his hips softly, letting her feel his growing hardness on her crotch before pulling back and pressing in again. Buggy shuddered underneath him, her body heating up as she felt Shanks react to her so quickly, his erection digging into her pelvis slowly, oh so slowly. They still had their clothes on, but the feel of fabric and flesh rubbing against one another was starting to make her hot, and Shanks hadn't even done that much to her yet!
But he was about to.
His hand drifted back down to her chest, sliding in the V of her borrowed shirt and cupped the woman's bare breast. The action drew a surprised noise out of the bluenette, and he loved it. Shanks disconnected their lips, resting his forehead on Buggy's, and stared at her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face flushed in embarrassment or surprise or both, her teeth biting her bottom lip. She was so cute when she was flustered. Shanks smiled and gently squeezed her huge breast again, his pointer finger blindly moving around until he found the peak of her hardening nipple, pressing into that little nub softly. Buggy's breath hitched, her bitten lip holding back her next moan as Shanks started to toy with her. He practically saw the shivers running down her skin as she was fondled. Having found her nipple, the redhead pinched it lightly in between his thumb and index finger, starting to roll it gently, seeing if Buggy still liked it that way. She had, way back, and he hoped she still did. He needn't have worried because she did. Her breath hitched again, and her chest tried to push against his hands harder and pull away at the same time because of the sudden pleasure.
"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" he murmured against her ear, watching the blush deepen on her cheeks. Buggy cracked her eyes open, seeing Shanks looking at her for a moment before his eyes slid to her chest, watching his hand under her shirt. "Since a man touched you like this?" And by "this" he meant letting go of her nipple and palming her breast roughly, moving it around and then letting it bounce back into place as he watched with muted perverseness.
"What are you going to do about it? Don't get too cocky just because it has." Buggy snarled, her ferocity undermined by a gasp when the man pulled the neckline of her shirt down, letting her breast pop out of the fabric and into the open air.
"What am I going to do about it?" Shanks repeated her question, his voice deepening. "I'm going to make this the best damn fuck you've had in years." That line had Buggy melting away, her body flushing hot of its own volition, her breath unable to pass in and out of her lungs smoothly, her hands trembling against Shanks' neck. She swallowed heavily, refusing to look him in the eye, and instead trained her gaze on the V of bare chest she could see underneath his shirt. She was stuck again, stuck between being extremely turned on by his confidence and being completely pissed that he was that confident that he could please her so easily. So she went with both.
"You'd better," Buggy's hot gaze snapped up to Shanks' and she pinched the redhead's cheek, pulling his skin harshly. "Otherwise, I'll Chop Chop your dick off and you won't get a second chance."
"Ooooo, scary!~" Shanks teased, nuzzling the woman's neck, licking at her skin and causing her to tighten her grip on his neck with her remaining arm. Buggy tipped her head back so that he could kiss her better, liking his warm lips on her throat, his stubble scratching at her skin roughly in contrast. The hand she'd used to pinch his cheek came back to his shoulder, gripping the fabric of the black cape he always seemed to wear now and Buggy's curiosity was piqued because she had noticed something about Shanks that was vastly different from the last time they'd met at Captain Roger's execution.
"Take the damn cape off already," Buggy huffed, grabbing the offending cloth and ripping it off of his shoulders, throwing it onto the floor. And that's when she saw something she'd suspected since Shanks had shown up at Marineford and it was something quite simple actually – Shanks used to wield his sword left-handed, she'd seen it so many times in battle over the years they were apprentices that she couldn't forget that annoying fact, but at Navy Headquarters, he'd drawn his sword with his right hand, his left arm mysteriously absent. As the cape was thrown away, Buggy stared at the empty left sleeve of Shanks' shirt, the fabric knotted up against his stump so it wouldn't get in the way, confirming her suspicions. The woman's hand moved on its own, starting at his collarbone and feeling down around the side until her palm hit the end of his arm. Shanks stopped kissing her neck and watched, his face still close to her body. Buggy was looking at his missing arm with an unreadable look, her eyes full of emotion that he couldn't put a label on. Her fingers were trembling as she pulled at the fabric of his shirt, yanking his stump out of the V of his collar until his whole shoulder was bare. And then she just looked.
Many years had passed since the wound had been received, but the scaring was still horrible to look at, but almost beautiful in a way as well. The skin of Shanks' stump was a little discolored and jagged, much like the scars on his face (which she was also in the dark about), and the closest thing she could think of it looking similar to was a fire, a fire that endlessly licked at his arm. It looked like it had been painful, maybe caused by the teeth of a wild animal, but the wound was still savagely impressive.
Shanks was quiet as she looked, her fingers gently touching his skin, the scars and the clean line of stitches after he'd been sewn up. The man's heart was beating fast as she explored his injury, even if his face was calm. It wasn't like other women hadn't touched him there – they all had at some point when he paid for their services – but it was something about Buggy being the one touching him now that had him nervous and excited at the same time. He had one of those stuck moments right then – stuck between being confident in his body as he always had and then stuck fearing that she'd be turned off and repulsed by his lack. It was a frightening prospect, being at the mercy of another's opinion of you for intimacy. He would back off if she was uncomfortable with him, he knew he would, but he'd be so disappointed. And his ego would definitely take a blow. It was one thing to impress prostitutes with his status and chalk up his missing arm as a bet on the future and a testament of his strength – they hadn't known him any other way – but it was another to have a woman who knew him so well for so long (no matter how childish she did act around him now) see him like this. To see him incomplete physically and hope that nothing significant had changed. The moment of silence dragged on, stringing out the man's fear unbearably as he waited for his lover to judge him.
Buggy was in a strange sort of awe at that moment, something inside her sad and longing for the Shanks she had known twenty years ago, but something else was wondering at Shanks' ability to command a part of the greatest sea in the world while missing an arm. A wound like this would devastate most men, but not Shanks. He had an indomitable spirit that Buggy had pitted herself against many times in her youth, and he'd obviously used that damnable trait of his to overcome this injury. It was damn annoying to see that she was so petty in comparison to this, arguing and posturing with him when he was obviously her better. But she'd never admit that, EVER. Without even knowing why she did it, Buggy sat up, taking Shanks with her, and kissed his stump, gently pressing her lips against his skin, her hand tightening its grip as it came around his back to grip the meaty part of his neck where it met his shoulder. She heard him stop breathing and she peeked up at his face to see him dumbstruck, his eyes wide and mouth slightly open as she pulled away from him.
"You're a dumbass for letting yourself get this badly injured," she whispered, some of her cocky self coming back, but her voice was still so soft and gentle. She pulled back, letting her hand rest on his arm.
"I'm not like you, I can be cut," Shanks replied, his voice terribly serious, still waiting for Buggy to show him how she felt about it.
"How can you be so strong even after this?" she asked, her hand still gently holding the end of his arm, gently rubbing his discolored skin. "Do you regret losing it?"
"I made a bet on the future," Shanks explained, smiling fondly at the memory of a little Luffy crying into his chest, so small and so scared after his life had been threatened. That kid had come far in the ten years they'd been apart, and he would only get stronger as time passed. He had no regrets about saving Luffy, but there was one thing that sucked: "The only thing I regret about it is that now, I can't hold you with both of my arms, can't cup your face with both hands. That's the only thing I wish I could do." As he said this, his hand came up and wiped a tear away from Buggy's eye that she didn't even know had slipped out. The show of emotion surprised both of them, but neither said anything to acknowledge it.
"I could give you another hand," Buggy suggested, raising one blue eyebrow at him, detaching her arm from the deltoid down and waving it at him. "But it would feel really weird to touch my own face like that." Shanks burst into laughter, his chuckles shaking his body and the bed. Buggy reattached her arm and lightly smacked the man for making fun of her. "I was being serious…kind of." She still didn't really want to admit that she would agree to help Shanks, even though she just had.
"Buggy, you're amazing!" Shanks said before kissing the woman deeply again.
"I know I am but what about me is amazing?" the bluenette asked after they'd parted again, flustered by the kiss and wanting him to praise her more.
"I was worried you'd be disgusted by my arm actually, I hadn't really thought about it beforehand." He shrugged bashfully, returning to the more easy-going Shanks he was.
"I'm not allowed to judge people with missing body parts – my whole body comes apart, flies around, and can be shrunk if pieces go missing." Buggy shrugged. "Besides, it makes you look like that much more of a badass-" The woman realized what she had said and clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide in mortification at complimenting her rival. Shanks gave her a huge grin, smiling at the red blush extending from Buggy's hairline down to her chest, thinking it was so cute that she was so flustered. And while looking at said blush, the redhead realized that he'd been neglecting something that was hanging out of her shirt. Not missing a beat, the man ducked down and plastered his mouth to Buggy's bare breast, startling her and sending them falling back onto the bed.
"Ah! Shanks!" Buggy gripped his back as he assaulted her nipple, his tongue pressing and rolling around and around her peak, his teeth scraping gently against her. He was laughing again as she gasped, the vibrations making her even more breathless at the sudden attention. The stretched collar of her borrowed shirt bit into her skin in the bottom crease of her breast, the fabric strained and pulling on her.
"Mmm," Shanks hummed, pulling his mouth a little off of her, his tongue still pressing down onto her nipple. His breath brushed against her wet skin and made her nipple that much more erect. He looked up at the woman, watching her every move as he teased her, wanting to see more of her, wanting to see her come undone under his touch. And that's when something stood out to him. Buggy wasn't wearing the clothes she'd stolen off of a Marine ship, nor was she wearing her regular clothes or her prison clothes either. She was wearing someone else's clothes.
"Buggy?" Shanks asked as he grabbed the hem of the woman's sleeping shirt and tugged it up, clumsily pulling it up her body while she was still lying down. She stretched her arms above her head and lifted her body up a little to make it easier before the shirt popped off her head, letting her long, blue hair flop back down over her shoulders and ample chest.
"What?" she barked, blushing as she lay half-naked on the bed.
"Whose shirt were you wearing?"
"One of you men's. Benn's, I think. Why does it matter?!"
"You're only wearing mine from now on," Shanks ordered softly, his lips latching onto her neck, licking and biting lightly, sending shivers up her spine once again.
"That's a little overbearing for a woman who's not even on your crew," she argued half-heartedly, her hands drifting to his head. Her fingers tangled in his red hair as his lips worked their way down to her collarbone and then to her breasts again, licking at her skin hotly. "And besides, you're the one who sent them in the first place."
"I didn't think about whose clothes you would be wearing. Stupid me." He tossed the offending shirt on the ground, quickly followed by his own shirt, expertly pulled off with one hand.
"You are stupid, you bastard."
"Now that's not very nice." Shanks pushed Buggy's legs apart a little so he could settle his chest onto her stomach and his stomach on her pelvis. "Now," he started again after getting comfortable, "What do you want me to do to you?"
"What?" Buggy was so confused. Didn't Shanks want this? Why would he ask what she wanted? He was the one running the show!
"What do you want me to do to you?" he repeated, punctuating each word and staring into her eyes deeply. "What will make you feel good, Buggy?"
"Me…? What I want…?" she whispered, a little baffled. She'd been with few men in her life and none of them had cared what she'd wanted, only what they wanted had mattered. And that was fine, that was the way it had been. Buggy hadn't cared that those men were just using her, just as she was using them. It was mutual and quick and dirty. But now she was in a position where a man, a man who cared for her (even if he was annoying and arrogant), wanted to please her. This was mutual too, because Buggy found herself wanting to please him, just the tiniest bit.
"Well…what do you want to do to me?" Buggy asked, slightly nervous, but her eyes held a mischievous glint. Shanks looked up at her for a moment, taking in the sight of the half-naked woman, her radiant blue hair falling across her shoulders and bare breasts, barely hiding her supple flesh, and thought for a moment, heat rising in his body.
"Well, I want to touch you…kiss you…here," Shanks answered, he shifted backward, resting his butt on his heels. His hand went down in between their bodies and in between Buggy's legs. He touched bluenette's mound gently, cupping her heat and pressing into it. Buggy's breath hitched, making her whole upper body jump in surprise – it was so cute. Shanks chuckled and gave her a little rub, gently palming her sex through her pants and softly moving his hand up and down. He was testing to see just how sensitive she was – it had been ten years after all – and he wasn't disappointed. Buggy instantly started to press against his hand and ungulate her hips against his fingers, seeking pleasure.
"Shanks! Ah…that's what I want!" She moaned loudly, her hands gripping the bed sheets harshly.
"Does that feel good?" he purred, bending down to kiss her stomach. The action caused her to jump a little, pressing herself into his hand roughly.
"Ah! Yes!" she gasped, embarrassed that she was this wound up. And he hadn't even taken her pants off yet! "Touch me!"
"As you wish," Shanks growled, his hand working at the button of her borrowed pants. He got it undone with a practiced, one-handed flick and started pulling on them. Buggy lifted her hips and then her legs as he dragged the pants off of her, followed quickly by her underwear. Buggy sat up unexpectedly and ran her nails down his muscled chest and abs, as if she just couldn't keep her hands off of him, before lying back again, this time with her feet on the bed, her knees bent around his body.
The sight Shanks saw was dazzling to him. Buggy was blushing again, half of her face buried in a pillow, her right hand underneath the cushion and pulling it closer. Her hair splayed outwards from her head, several pieces also falling across her voluptuous chest. Then his eyes slid down her flat stomach to where her legs met, her sex framed perfectly by her spread legs and a little tuft of blue hair. He smiled, taking another moment to drink in the sight of his Buggs. The pause, however, made Buggy mad.
"Quit staring!" she snapped, her blush deepening because she knew that Shanks was hungrily eating her up with his eyes. He was the only man who'd ever stopped to study her; most of the others had just started fucking her or pushed her head down to their dicks. But Shanks was clearly different, in all the best ways.
"How can I not? You're so beautiful. Just let me look at you, my treasure." the man replied, leaning over, settling in between her legs, and kissing her inner thigh. Buggy's skin tingled where he kissed her and she felt herself getting wetter the closer he got to her heat.
"A person can't be a treasure, dumbass," she mumbled. Treasure was things that were shiny and expensive, like money and gems. A person wasn't shiny, but on second thought, they could be expensive. But before she got too far down that train of thought, Buggy interrupted again by Shanks expertly licking a long swath up her sex, his right arm wrapping around the woman's thigh so that she didn't jump right out of the bed as her pleasure hit her. Oh, god! His tongue feels so good! The bluenette moaned as he kissed her and suckled her folds. She was wiggling as heat blossomed in her sex, her wetness become more profound and hungrier.
Suddenly, she had a horrifying thought and the woman shot one of her hands out to the door, blearily opening her pleasure-filled eyes to spot the lock. She flicked it and heard a satisfying click, feeling much safer.
"What's going on?" Shanks asked, glancing up from his work to see what his lover was doing. Buggy blushed, remembering just how much she liked the sight of Shanks in between her legs.
"I didn't want uninvited guests," she stated, her hand reattaching itself to her wrist. The redhead gave her a bit of a surprised look.
"Well, that's convenient," he mused, noting just how useful detaching body parts could be. He'd never have to get up for a beer ever again, but Buggy would probably beat the shit out of him if he ever asked her to do that for him. Before Buggy could say anything else though, he went right back to work. She squealed as his tongue snaked into her body, shoving itself up inside her as far as it could go and wiggling around. Buggy started fucking Shank's face, pushing her hips into his tongue instinctually.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god!" she chanted, starting to lose her control already as the man teased her. Shanks continued to lick her, suck her, and toy with her. He even started to slide his fingers inside her and stretch her out. Buggy groaned as something bigger than his tongue entered her body, but even if the pressure was uncomfortable at first, she knew that it would fade and thrust against his fingers. Besides, she was going to want something even bigger in a minute. And she suspected that Shanks had only grown since the last time they'd had sex. Just the thought of ramming herself on his length was flashy enough that she nearly leaped up and yanked off his shorts herself. But she got distracted when Shanks' tongue started playing with her clit, sending short bursts of heat throughout her body. She wasn't going to last much longer if he kept it up. She could feel her orgasm creeping up on her quickly. Her hand flew to Shanks's hair and she yanked on it, trying to pull him away.
"What's wrong?" Shanks asked against her skin, still thrusting his fingers in and out of her steadily.
"I'm…I'm gonna cum…" the bluenette breathed, her core squeezing down on his fingers.
"That's wonderful," Shanks purred, giving her clit another lick. His fingers started moving faster, wanting to see her release.
"But-but we haven't fucked-ed yet-ah!" The woman could barely get a sentence out as she felt her orgasm start. She moaned wordlessly, her body convulsing as she came. She clenched violently around Shank's fingers, pulsing wildly, her back arching in ecstasy. Her lover just watched the spectacle unfold in front of him as Buggy rode out her release. She was every bit as beautiful as she had been twenty years ago and as she settled back down into the bed, he removed his fingers and licked them clean.
"You taste good," he purred, loving the feel of her juices on his fingers and in his mouth. Buggy was boneless beneath him as he crawled back up her body, kissing her lips softly. "Oh, Buggs…we have all night to play. I'm going to make you cum more than once." He smiled happily at the thought of making her completely lose control. Buggy's eyes cracked open, glazed over in lust. Shanks kissed her cheek, loving the look on her face. "You just keep cumming for me, okay?"
"I'll do what I want," she retorted, but the normal malice in her voice completely gone.
"And what I want too, right?" he teased. The bluenette just rolled her eyes at him. "Now…how about you do something for me?" Shanks wiggled his eyebrows.
"What…is it…?" Buggy asked tentatively, only getting another smile in answer as Shanks sat up again, his hand drifting to his belt buckle.
…
"The captain's been gone a long time," Yasopp commented over his hand of cards. There were five bottles next to his seat, empty of the booze they'd once held. "It doesn't take that long to get a pair of shorts."
"I bet Buggy spotted him," Lucky Roo replied, looking over his hand as he ate another hunk of meat. "She probably killed him because she thought he was peeping."
"Or they had sex," Benn reasoned, tossing down a card, knowing how smooth his captain could be with the ladies. He also had an inkling that the two of them had been involved in the past, but had no proof to back that up. The three men thought about the options for a moment, mulling over what could've happened in the captain's quarters. A sudden yelp interrupted their thoughts from said quarters that was just loud enough for them to hear it if they were paying attention, but not loud enough to interrupt the party or alert the rest of the crew.
"Ow! Buggy! Why do you have to bite so hard!?" It was Shank's voice. Benn, Lucky Roo, and Yasopp looked at each other for another moment, debating on if the man was being bitten to death or if he was having a good time. A quiet moment passed before they shrugged.
"Both," they agreed, focusing all their attention back onto the game at hand. They were talking about Buggy the Clown after all. If there was one person she could be vicious to it was their captain.
…
"Oh, Buggy, you look so beautiful right now," Shanks sighed, watching as the woman he loved sucked his dick. She was kneeling on the ground in front of him, both hands on his erection, her loud mouth stretched around his length. His hand was tangled in her hair as he petted and pulled on her scalp. Buggy didn't have him in her mouth very deep (she hadn't had a lot of practice with blow jobs lately), but her hot mouth was delicious anyway. Anything Buggy could give him was wonderful. The woman let him slide out of her mouth, tongue dragging up the backside of his cock as she took a moment to breathe.
"Me sucking your cock is beautiful?" she asked, glaring up at him. "That is not the word I would use.
"The word you would use is 'flashy,'" the redhead concluded.
"Yes, flashy," she agreed. "I could call it flashy." She flicked her tongue out and tasted him again, Shanks was bigger than she remembered him being, but then again, they were teenagers the last time she'd seen him naked. Frankly, she couldn't wait to have him inside her, but she also liked sucking on him; it was satisfying to see him lose it for once. She'd given him a hard time though, biting him unnecessarily, but she couldn't deny him pleasure any longer. Besides, she was ready to go again.
"Well, you're so flashy right now," Shanks gently bucked his hips towards her mouth again, until she got the hint and licked him again. She took him in her mouth, letting him fill her up. He was hot on her tongue, and she could feel the blood pulsing underneath his skin. He was hard for her, and her legs trembled at the thought. One of the most powerful men in the world was at her mercy, and he wanted to please her too. If that didn't spark a rush, she didn't know what would.
"Sorry I can't take more of you," she apologized the next time she came up for air.
"Don't worry about going deep. You're doing just fine." The redhead smiled at her, stroking her hair lovingly. "Are you ready?" he asked, getting impatient to have Buggy writhing under him again.
"Are you, old man?" she snarked, grinning like the clown she was. Shanks batted her on the head.
"I'm not that old, old lady," he teased back. Buggy stood up and placed a kiss on his lips, her mouth still red from sucking on him. Her hand gave his shaft a few firm pumps and the man hissed, stopping her before she could do it again. "If you keep that up, I will cum."
"Then I guess we'd better hurry up then," Buggy winked and flounced back to the bed, her hair floating behind her alluringly. Shanks reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her back into him suddenly. Buggy lost her balance and had to grab onto the bed to stop her fall and when she had, she found that her lover was thrusting against her, his erection sliding in between her ass. He had felt hot in her mouth, but on her bare skin, he felt like fire. She groaned, wanting him inside her.
"Oh…" she moaned, so turned on. Then a very important question popped into her head, prompted by the one hand on her hip. "Uh, how are we going to do this?" She blushed, embarrassed that she had to ask. "I've only ever had sex on my back but with your arm…" Her blush grew deeper. All of a sudden, Shanks was leaning over her, his arm wrapping around her waist and he started to nuzzle her neck.
He chuckled lightly. "Oh, you are so cute!~"
"Stop that!" Buggy felt like a small dog being suffocated by its owner's love as she tried to push his head off of her. "It was a serious question!"
"Well, we could do it like this," Shanks said, indicating that he could take her in the position they were in. He adjusted his cock and let it rub down under her. Buggy twitched, her breath picking up as she pushed back onto him.
"Uh…I…uh…" she sputtered, trying to make up her mind.
"I'd really like to see the expression on your face when you lose it, anyway." Shanks continued. His know-it-all tone ticked the bluenette off.
"Don't get so cocky!" She snarled, breaking out of his arms, and turned around to glare at him. Taking everything in stride, Shanks softly shoved her shoulder, causing the woman to tip back into the bed, her hair falling around her and her breasts bouncing up and down as she hit the mattress.
"Oof!" Buggy's breath rushed out of her, but Shanks was kissing her again and she didn't have time to snap at him for the treatment. When they broke for air, he got the first word out.
"We can do it like this by just letting your legs hang off the bed while I stand. Or…" He wiggled his eyebrows again. "…I could lay down and you could ride me, Buggs. I'd like that. " Buggy's brain imagined her sitting on top of him, straddling his hips and wantonly bouncing up and down and she blushed again, completely embarrassed at the thought.
"No! Not that one! This is fine!" she sputtered quickly. Red-haired Shanks chuckled at her bashfulness.
"Okay, you win. But I do want to see you ride me one of these times." He kissed her cheek chastely, positioning himself in front of his lover, his hand guiding her left leg to hook around his right hip.
"Don't hold your breath," she muttered, throwing her other leg up and crossing her ankles. Shanks guided his erection to Buggy's entrance and barely pushed in. He heard the woman suck in her breath.
"What was that about not holding breath?" he chuckled and Buggy sat up and smacked his head for that one. She did not like being teased. "Oooo, rough play. I like that in a woman." He smiled saucily at her and kissed her neck, licking her skin.
"Oh, I'll give you rough play," she threatened, just itching to get him off guard. Buggy's hands grabbed his ass, one cheek in each, and pushed herself up a little as she shoved Shanks inside her all at once. He slid in easily, filling her up until he couldn't go any further.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Shanks groaned, resting on the woman heavily as he was taken off guard, her hands wrapping around his neck to hold herself up. Buggy was so warm and wet around him, and to be encased like that suddenly had him scrambling to hold it together. He couldn't cum just yet, not until she was screaming his name. He was going to do this gently, but Buggy clearly wanted to do things her way. And her way seemed to involve a lot of hissing. "Buggs, you okay?" he asked quickly, leaning back to look at her face. His hand cupped her cheek, tipping her head up so he could see how she was doing. Buggy's eyes were squeezed shut and her legs were tight around his hips. She was clearly in some pain from the sudden move, but she wasn't letting the redhead back out of her.
"I'm fine," she groaned. A light sheen of sweat had broken out on her skin, but it only made her that much more beautiful to the man. "You're big," she huffed, finally cracking one eye open. She was panting with exertion, but her body was loosening around him fairly quickly.
"Maybe you're just tight," Shanks countered, taking the opportunity to thrust into her to emphasize his point. Buggy gasped and then moaned, letting the sexy noises fall from her lips. She didn't even try to reply, but just bucked against him sloppily. Shanks chuckled, knowing what she wanted, and carefully got her to let go of him before helping her lay back on the bed. "Mmmmm…you are," he hummed, placing his hand on her hip and starting a steady rhythm.
Buggy was so full. Shanks filled her up so perfectly and that little bit of pain that she'd put herself through to get him inside her was so worth it. He was hot and hard and felt so good. Thrusting in and out, Shanks started at a pace that left her breathless. It had been so long since she'd let someone do this and far longer for someone to actually care about her while fucking her, and she quickly lost herself to the rare and unfamiliar feelings of lovemaking.
"Ah…oh…ah!" Buggy couldn't even speak, she felt so good. All she could do was grab Shanks' wrist and pull it up to her mouth, kissing the palm of his hand before placing it on her breast. He squeezed her breast and gave her a rough thrust in return, earning himself a choked moan. But she still hadn't said the one thing that Shanks wanted to hear. Looks like he'd have to drag it out of her.
The redhead shifted, pushing his left leg up and under Buggy's ass, his knee forcing her hips up, creating an even deeper angle, he rested his hand on the bed to keep his balance, after pulling the woman's hip to scoot her closer. Buggy yelped, surprised that Shanks slipped even deeper into her.
"Buggy, you'll have to stable yourself," Shanks said. "I can't do it for you." His arm was already occupied with holding up his body. Buggy nodded and pushed her hands into the bed by her sides, taking some of the weight off of the man's leg and holding it for her. "Thanks."
"Mmm-hmmm," she nodded her head a few times and then went back to moaning as Shanks picked up the pace. It became brutal quickly as his cock thrust in and out of her body. He was sliding so perfectly, and Buggy felt so good. She started to breathe something softly as her second orgasm grew. Shanks was listening to her, but couldn't figure out what it was. But he changed his thrusts and made them shorter, harder, keeping most of his cock inside her body. Buggy gasped, her voice growing louder. She was close, he could tell. He wanted her to cum all over him, he wanted to please his Buggy, give her everything he could. Her body started to pulse around him and Buggy finally gave the redhead what he wanted.
"Shanks…Shanks…Shanks! Ah! Ohmygod! Ah! Shanks!" She was calling his name, moaning it as she was fucked, gasping it when he hit a sensitive spot, and then all that was left was for her to scream it as she released. He didn't have to wait too long.
"Cum for me, Buggs. Come on…hurry…cum for me!" He moaned, feeling his cock tighten and his balls become heavy. He wasn't going to last much longer in her heat. "Buggy…" he hissed, knowing that he was going to come in the next few moments. He picked up the pace again, slamming into her, pushing himself as hard as he could.
Buggy couldn't take it anymore. It felt too good, she was so full and Shanks was perfect. His cock was pounding into her, pleasing her and his words were so tender. He wanted her to cum before he did; he wanted her to be satisfied. Just the thought of that kindness, coupled with his powerful strokes, sent her over the edge.
"Oh my god! Shanks! SHANKS!" she shouted, cumming violently. Her body pulsed again for the second time that night, but this release was nothing like the first. This was more powerful, it slammed through her body and ended in a burst of wetness and writhing that she couldn't control. She cried out his name over and over, never wanting this moment to end. And then she felt him cum after a few more thrusts, calling out her name as his seed flowed into her. It felt delicious and Buggy moaned hoarsely as she was filled. Shanks' lips were on hers, his hand on her breast, her hands on his back, in his hair. They were a tangle of limbs and fevered kissing as they both rode out their orgasms, neither wanting to let go. Shanks softened and slipped out of Buggy's body, and let their combined wetness slip out.
"Oh!" Buggy yelped, surprised by the sheer amount of cum that was flowing out of her body. She looked as embarrassed as she felt, realizing they had just created quite the mess. Shanks laughed at her expression and kissed her sweetly.
"That's what satisfied looks like," he whispered, stroking her hair. "Are you satisfied?"
"Well…" The normal Buggy wouldn't have given him the satisfaction of knowing that she'd been pleased, but since they just did like…everything…she supposed that she could give it to him, just this once. "Yes. I guess I don't have to cut off your dick after all." But, she still wouldn't look him in the eye, still embarrassed.
"Good." Shanks grinned and gave her a small peck on the forehead before nudging her to scoot back onto the bed. They both lay down, settling into the sheet, and letting themselves rest after their fun in bed. "Because if I didn't have it, I wouldn't be able to make love to you again."
"What makes you think you're doing it again?" the bluenette quipped. The redhead raised one eyebrow at her and then quickly sat up and shoved his fingers back inside her body. Buggy yelped and moaned at the same time, wiggling onto his fingers and she instinctively started to fuck again.
"You're telling me that I'm going to again," he teased, leaning down and kissing one nipple and then the other. He removed his fingers and Buggy pouted, refusing to answer because she'd been caught and Shanks just laughed again, lying back down. They rested in silence for a while before Shanks spoke again.
"Hey, Buggy," Shanks started softly, rousing himself from beside his old crewmate. He rolled onto his right side and propped up his head on his arm, looking at the naked woman beside him.
"Hm?" she replied, refusing to look him in the eyes. If she did that, she'd fall under his spell again, and perhaps, well, perhaps she might not find the will to leave his ship after all.
"Why don't you become my woman?" he asked, his steady gaze making her hot.
Had she not been so stubborn, so prideful and so set in her ways to mostly hate the man next to her, Buggy might've considered the offer. She might've liked being with Shanks, on his crew, sharing in his adventures and power, being loved by him as much as she was able to get, but that wasn't the life she'd wanted for herself. She was a proud woman who had ambitions of her own – a lot of them involving untold amounts of treasure – she wasn't content to be someone else's woman, to be tied down by their dreams in place of her own. If she was different, or if he was, they might've been able to have a relationship that involved more than arguing, friendly teasing, and the occasional bout of sex. Down at its core, nothing they could have as the way they were now would ever work for long. She already knew the answer. Buggy sighed and then rolled her eyes, as if she was irritated by the comment, falling back on her false bravado like she always did.
"I can't believe I'm going to quote an ass like you, but you said it best back when we were on Captain Roger's ship," Buggy's voice shifted into a higher-pitched version of Shanks' timber, imitating him and mocking him at the same time. "'We've got completely different outlooks on life. So I just think we should follow our own paths – that's what pirates do.' You sounded like such a know-it-all." The woman's voice returned to normal as she tsked at her once-in-a-while lover.
"You don't say?" Shanks smiled, knowing exactly the night she was talking about, the one where they'd plundered the Devil Fruit that she'd ended up eating and then nearly drowning because of it the next night. "I didn't think that you'd remember that. That's sweet," he teased.
"Well, you were so annoying that it stuck in my head!" Buggy was blushing again, embarrassed at having been called out.
"That's fine, I guess," Shanks said with a smile, pulling Buggy into him closer so that could snuggle. "You do your thing, I'll do mine and I know we'll meet up in the future again." Buggy listened to his words, hearing the same inspiring romanticism that always came from him – even if it did tick her off sometimes. "But can you at least promise me that we'll be friends when we meet again?"
"Friends?" the woman scoffed, resting her head on the man's chest. "We're not friends." She refused to be his friend because that bastard had ruined her life – she'd never forgive him for making her swallow a Devil Fruit and that was that. But, she did have to admit that he was a little nice to be around…just a little.
"You're right, we're not friends," Shanks nodded. Buggy's head snapped up to stare at him in shock, but Shanks seemed fine to admit that they weren't friends (which was completely contrary to what he'd been saying for twenty-plus years). "We're lovers."
"NO, WE ARE NOT!"
"Aw, come on! Can't we be lovers?" Shanks whined, giving her puppy dog eyes. "Please?" He jumped on her like a giddy schoolboy and started touching her everywhere. "Just be mine, Buggs!"
"Get off of me!" she snarled, and then Shanks found a ticklish spot on her stomach and she giggled uncontrollably. "Stop it! S-s-stop it! Haha! Shanks!" The redhead continued for a few moments more before sweeping the bluenette into a breathless kiss, wrapping his arm around her, and rolling himself onto his left side. Buggy rolled with him and he wedged his stump under the pillow and her head. One good thing about losing an arm was that he could lay with a woman and spoon her without having to worry where it went, and it never fell asleep due to lack of blood flow.
"I thought you weren't going to say things like that," the bluenette grumbled.
"I won't say it all the time," he promised. "But it's nice every once in a while, right?"
Buggy snuggled into his chest, wrapping her legs around his and kissing his chest a few times. "I'll never be fully yours," she said softly, "but you can try if you want."
"Oh, I intend to." Shanks agreed to the challenge, squeezing her closer. "No matter how much trouble you are."
To be Continued...
A/N: I hope you enjoyed that! I'll have a little epilogue here in a bit! See ya!