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This was it. He had re-read the message several times, cringing as he had to look at the picture of his own dick. It did look good; he made sure the lighting was just right, that the angle had him looking his longest, his thickest. He even trimmed his pubic hair for this!
His finger hovered over the send button. You said it was ok. You said you thought it would be sexy to receive a dick pic from him. You’d even sent him a couple pictures of your own body. It’s what gave him the confidence to even take a picture of himself in the first place.
But what if it was a bad time? What if someone else saw it? He chewed at this bottom lip, reading over the message for the hundredth time. You worked in Crocodile’s building, had your own little office space. You probably had enough privacy to receive the message without accidentally revealing his dick and balls to a strange onlooker. Buggy hesitated, staring at the picture of himself.
Fuck it. He pressed send and then tossed the phone over onto his couch like it had caught fire. He put his burning face in his hands as his lower half started pacing circles around his room. What if you were lying? What if you didn’t actually want a dick pic and this was some elaborate ruse to make him look like a fool?
Buggy shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts. You loved him. You had said as much while you were on your knees with his dick in your hand. It wouldn’t be a new sight, nothing particularly shocking. But still Buggy couldn’t help but fret about how you’d receive him. He had to do something else in the mean time. He couldn’t bear to pick up his phone and read your response. It would be too much. He’d check it eventually. But right now, he had to distract himself before he dashed back over to his phone and attempted to delete the message.
He grabbed several rolled up maps and spread them out onto his desk. There. He could map out new routes to places he’s been, to potential new treasure spots! And try desperately not to think about the dick pic.
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Oh. This was just the pick-me-up you needed after your boring day spent in back-to-back meetings. You glanced at the door to your office. It was shut, no one stood outside, and no one was scheduled to bother you. After your last meeting, Crocodile said he had other business to attend to and left Daz in charge for the rest of the day. You liked when Daz was the boss, he almost never came into your little office to bother you, unlike Crocodile, who stopped by several times a day, unannounced.
With that peace of mind, you eased back into your chair and opened the lewd message Buggy sent you.
“Come give me my birthday gift early, baby. I can’t stop thinking about your mouth, I want to give you a present, too.”
Next to the message was an emoji of an eggplant and several splashes of water. And below that, what you were really savoring, was the picture of Buggy’s erect cock, looking as lovely as ever. You wet your lips as if you could taste the picture, could feel the hot velvety texture of his skin. He even trimmed his hair. It looked good.
You crossed your legs, squeezing your thighs together to ease the growing ache. Maybe you could sneak away from work, just this once. It was a special occasion, given that tomorrow was Buggy’s birthday, and a huge bash for the island was planned. Tonight, he wanted to spend his free time with you, wanted a quiet night in so he could enjoy you. You shivered at the thought of Buggy’s eyes on you, of his red lips making their way down your body, his gloved hands gripping your hips. But you had your own plans for tonight, too. It was his birthday, after all. You had planned on wearing an expensive set of lingerie, one you purchased a while ago and hidden from him, just for this day. You were going to give him a mind-blowing oral experience. That’s what you had promised him in the days leading up to his birthday.
You shifted in your seat, starting to feel sticky. Daz wouldn’t mind if you left. He wouldn’t even question you. Without a second thought you began tucking away your papers and folders, putting a pause on your work for tomorrow. Well, more like the day after that. Tomorrow was a holiday on Karai Bari, much to the annoyance of your boss.
You looked at your phone once more, about to text Buggy that you were sneaking away from work, when another message popped up on screen that made you pause.
“How bold of you, Clown. I admit, I am not uninterested. I need to shower, then I will be over shortly.”
Your stomach flipped. Why was Dracule Mihawk able to message in your private chat between yourself and Buggy? You looked up at the title of the chat. Buggy’s name was there, the extra spaces filled with hearts and blushing emojis. You clicked on it and after his name was Crocodile and Mihawk.
You felt like you had been punched in the gut, the air wooshing out of your chest in one breath.
Buggy sent his dick pic to the work chat.
And Mihawk accepted his offer?
You scrolled up to previous messages and… yep. There were conversations about meeting times and schedule changes between Crocodile, yourself, Mihawk, and occasionally Buggy. Oh no.
You had to let Buggy know. You sent a quick text to him, one in the proper chat and hurried through the building. When you walked past Crocodile’s office your quick pace slowed until you stopped fully. You glanced back at the door. Did Crocodile see the message too? Is that why he left early? What if Crocodile went to punish Buggy for the message? The image of Buggy bloody and bruised, crying on your lap as you cried sympathetic tears flashed in your mind. He didn’t deserve that, especially not now, not for this. You bolted out of the building, legs carrying you as fast as they could to Buggy’s tent. You weren’t exactly strong, but you’d protect Buggy any way you could. You never wanted to see him hurt like that ever again.
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Buggy traced his finger over the land masses on the map, lost in thought. He should check his phone. But he was still too afraid. If you liked what you saw, you would come over. Unfortunately, right now, he couldn’t stop thinking about you: your face, smiling at him, that cute little grimace when he said something gross, or that mischievous look in your eye when you found something to tease him about. He missed you. Plain and simple. He missed his best friend, his partner. He couldn’t wait to hug and kiss you when you got here. Couldn’t wait to flop you down onto the bed so he could hear your giggling protests as he pretended to get ready to pile-drive you before he flopped down on top of you instead. He loved to feel you under him, to hold you close, his nose pressed to your hair, breathing in your sweet scent. Loved to feel your hands moving over his sides and back before dipping under his shirt to lightly scratch his skin. He could lay like that for hours. He would if you didn’t have to tap out from lack of air.
He sighed aloud and dropped his head onto his folded arms. He hated when he started feeling mushy like this. It always turned into something bittersweet because there was no way a relationship this good would last. But he’d enjoy it for as long as he possibly could.
“Have a headache?” A deep voice sounded off to his left. Buggy sat up quickly and whipped his head toward the direction of the voice.
Crocodile sat on his couch, missing his signature cigar and coat, sitting like he owned the place, his long arms easily spanning the back of the couch, making it seem more like an oversized armchair.
“Cr-Crocodile!? What are you doing here?” Buggy glanced over at the entrance to his tent. He hadn’t heard the over-sized man enter. Was he so lost in his thoughts? Or did Crocodile turn to sand just to materialize on his couch and scare him?
“Don’t play coy.” Crocodile sighed, curling his finger as a gesture for Buggy to come closer. Buggy felt lost…but he wouldn’t disobey an order from Crocodile. Hopefully whatever he came for, it would be resolved quickly so that reptile could get out of his hair. He didn’t have space in his brain to deal with whatever sudden ‘problems’ Crocodile decided needed to be fixed right at this moment.
As soon as Buggy stepped up to the couch, Crocodile pulled him down onto his lap. Buggy let out a squeak of surprise, eyes wide as he looked up at Crocodile in shock. The sandman smirked and cupped him under the chin, ensuring Buggy’s face would stay tilted up. Crocodile dipped his head down and Buggy’s guts squirmed in excitement and fear at the realization that he was about to kiss him.
“W-wait!” Buggy stopped Crocodile with a gloved hand over his mouth. He could feel him frown but he leaned back and nudged Buggy’s hand away with his hook.
“I have a partner!” Buggy blurted out, his whole body hot, cheeks burning red. Yes. He had you. But at this very moment, he was terribly curious about what it would feel like to kiss Crocodile. He wanted to know. But he loved you more.
“I’m well aware you have a sweet, clever and intuitive partner that you don’t deserve. Don’t try to act virtuous after what you sent me.”
“What?! What are you-” Buggy was cut off by Crocodile’s lips, smothering his words. Buggy let out a high sound of surprise before melting against the large man. He tasted so different from you, felt like an entirely different experience. He was so masculine and large, his mouth bitter with smoke and coffee, his skin rough around his chin where coarse hair began to push through. He smelled like cologne and pomade, spicy and masculine, fresh and clean. Crocodile licked heavily against the seam of Buggy’s lips and he let out a moan. With that little bit of space, Crocodile pushed past his parted lips and lapped at him, their tongues sliding against one another. Molten heat surged in Buggy’s veins with every touch from Crocodile, his kisses overwhelming. He was drowning, he knew he had to get back to the surface, but was pushed down by wave after wave of Crocodile’s tongue, his lips and teeth. Without meaning to, he gave in, wrapping his arms around the larger man’s neck, keeping him close. All he could think about was the pleasure of Crocodile’s mouth, the warmth of his large hand holding the back of Buggy’s head, his cold hook pressed to his hip.
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You burst into Buggy’s tent, chest heaving with exertion, a stitch in your side, drenched in sweat.
“Buggy!” You called out before your eyes landed on the hunched form of Crocodile. Your blood ran cold at the sight of him. What if you were too late?
“Lover!” Buggy gasped, sitting up quickly. His shirt was unbuttoned down to the waistband but still tucked in, the garment practically hanging off of him, his sleeves stuck around his wrists. He turned to look at you, eyes panicked, his lipstick smeared, hair messy. You looked at Crocodile who seemed somehow aloof and pleased with himself. His lips were reddened with Buggy’s residual lipstick, his ascot missing, the top buttons of his shirt opened, but he looked far more put together than your clown.
“I-It’s not what it looks like! Croc, he, uh, he…” Buggy looked around as if trying to find an excuse but then deflated. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry baby. I didn’t mean to.” Buggy broke away from Crocodile, his upper half floating toward you as he babbled. You looked between him and Crocodile. He wasn’t hurt? They were kissing?
You pulled Buggy into an embrace as soon as he got close, squeezing him. You held him tightly and kissed his temple, breathing him in. “You flashy fool, I thought he was hurting you.” You sighed into his hair and continued to hold him close.
“N-no… he wasn’t…” Buggy confirmed and you could feel him shift uncomfortably against you. “Are you mad at me for kissing Crocodile?” Buggy asked quietly, holding onto you.
More than anything you were relieved that Buggy was ok. It seemed that Crocodile accepted Buggy’s unintended advances instead of punishing him for them. It was a better outcome, but you still hadn’t expected this. How should you feel about this? No. How did you really feel about this?
“Depends. Do you still love me, Buggy?”
“Yes. Yes of course. I love you more than anything, baby.” The words rushed out of Buggy in an instant.
“I love you too, Bug.” You murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, pulling away enough to look him in the eye. “I’m not mad. As long as you love me, I’ll follow wherever you lead.”
Buggy’s jaw dropped and his eyes welled with tears. He pulled you into a crushing hug, squeezing the air out of you. “Love you, love you so much, baby. I’m so sorry. I should’ve waited for you. Should’ve talked to you first.”
“I’m here now.” You sighed, twisting him in your arms, swaying back and forth.
“Is your little girlfriend joining or not? I won’t sit here and watch you two whisper the whole night.”
Both of you turned your attention back to Crocodile, who looked annoyed, but he couldn’t hide the interest flashing in his eyes as he looked you over.
Buggy looked to you, as if asking permission. You nodded once and he grinned. “Of course! Where I go, she goes!” He grabbed your hand and dragged you along with him as he floated back to the couch. Buggy looked happy, seemed just as relieved as you felt from seeing him. You’d have to let him know the reason for this situation later; that he accidentally send his dick pic to the group. For now, you would follow his lead. Besides, you were, admittedly, interested in where this evening would go.
Buggy rejoined his lower half, which sat beside Crocodile, and Buggy pulled you to sit beside him. He smiled up at Crocodile and then at you. It was quiet as both you and Crocodile waited for Buggy to move or speak. He shuffled and then looked awkwardly between you two.
“S-So…you both know each other…um…what…uh…” Buggy twiddled his thumbs, as if unsure how to continue.
“I came here for sex, not to chat.” Crocodile cut in, pushing Buggy back onto the couch, making you go down with him.
“W-whoa!” Buggy gasped, color rising in his cheeks as Crocodile mouthed at his exposed neck. Buggy glanced over at you and you smiled in return, pecking him on the lips.
“That’s why I came here, too.” You murmured teasingly against his stubbled cheek. Buggy shivered, chasing your lips as Crocodile sucked his neck. When you broke away from the kiss, Crocodile took your place, kissing him so deeply you couldn’t look away. Would Crocodile want to kiss you too? You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about what it might be like to be Crocodile’s lover. They were fleeting thoughts, usually on your most desperately horny days, times when Buggy was unavailable to assist you. Crocodile certainly gave you enough attention at work to fuel whatever half-developed fantasies you could generate.
The same could be said of Mihawk. You had started helping him on his farm on your off days or after work. You weren’t great with the organization that was required for putting together a garden, so you were grateful to simply follow Mihawk’s orders. You didn’t have to think much, you could turn off your brain and pull weeds, trim plants, and water the garden. And all the while you got to see your hard work come to life. Every so often, Mihawk would catch your eye and you’d find your attention drawn to him. He was distracting as he worked in the hot sun, his muscles flexing, sweat beading and pooling along the ridges of his body, his thick thighs and round ass sticking out as he bend low to tend the plants. You had a few fantasies about the swordsman too.
You bit your lip, almost feeling guilty as you thought of Mihawk. You were only pulled from your thoughts and into the moment at the feel of Buggy’s hair tickling your arm. You curled a single lock of Buggy’s hair around your finger as you looked him over, flush and open to Crocodile’s attention. Was it cheating to fantasize about other men? Maybe tonight would be your way of assuaging some of your previous guilt.
“Mihawk will be joining us soon.” You said, realizing you should have mentioned it earlier.
Both of them broke apart with a wet smack.
“Hawkeyes?” Crocodile asked, pausing as if he was considering.
“You invited MIHAWK!?” Buggy burst, turning his body to fully face you. He stared up at you with an incredulous look, half awe and half disbelief.
How could you tell him no? You didn’t have the heart to tell him that he was the one who inadvertently invited Mihawk. That would only confuse him. Confuse both of them, really. So you lied.
“Yes... I thought you’d appreciate an audience for tonight.” It wasn’t your best lie, but Buggy had shown exhibitionist tendencies several times in the past. Maybe he’d believe that you brought a person to watch you two have sex for his birthday.
Buggy’s eyes darkened and he wet his lips. “R-really? You were gonna make poor Hawk sit in the cuck chair while you sucked me off?” He breathed, his voice coming out soft and eager. Oh he was definitely into the idea.
“He’ll probably want to join as soon as he gets here. Have you seen how you look, Bug? Delicious.” You murmured against his cheek, trying to cover your bases and keep Buggy distracted.
“I don't mind Hawkeyes joining in. Any more surprise guests I should know about?” Crocodile grunted, undoing the buttons to his vest.
Buggy shook his head and then looked to you. You shook your head in answer. “No more guests, just us and Mihawk.”
“Good. Both of you strip and get on the bed. I want to enjoy you before I have to share.” Crocodile ordered, sitting back and removing his vest.
Buggy’s jaw dropped and he spluttered as he glanced between Crocodile and the bed. Your face burned in embarrassment. You may have fantasized about Crocodile, but he was still your boss. And now he was going to see you naked. THe two of you hesitated, just for a moment, then Buggy stood.
“C’mon lover, let’s not keep him waiting.” Buggy held out his hand with false confidence, all so you wouldn’t feel nervous. You smiled and took his hand, some of your nerves easing with his touch. You could pretend, just for a moment, that it was only him and you for a faceless audience. You’d done this many times before, helped him out of his clothes, been stripped down by his hovering hands, and that was a comfort. This was supposed to be a fun adventure for the two of you, so you’d do your best to make the most of it.
Buggy dropped you onto the bed and you smiled up at him, holding out your arms to pull him into your embrace. He fit easily against you, like a puzzle piece that came together. He kissed you gently, tenderly as his hands stripped you down, removing your clothes until you were drunk from his kisses and bare before him. You stared up at him in adoration and he returned your look. He bent to softly mouth the delicate skin of your throat as he removed his shirt.
You felt the bed dip beside you and glanced up to see Crocodile dressed in only his white shirt, black pants, and black socks. His hair looked softer with two strands loose and framing his face. This was the most dressed down you’d ever seen him, relaxed and reclining on the bed.
He called your name, gesturing for you to come closer. You looked to Buggy and he sat back, nodding for you to go. You crawled, naked, totally exposed, toward Crocodile. You felt awkward, but the way he looked at you while you approached had your blood running hot. You knelt beside him and reached out a hand to rest on his shoulder.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
“You called for me, Sir?”
He looked pleased with the title, and grabbed your hand within his own, bringing it up to his lips to brush a soft kiss over your knuckles. He pulled you closer and you obliged, having to straddle his thick thigh instead of his hips. You could feel his heavy cock against your leg, a shiver going through you at the heat and weight of it. He cupped your cheek and bent forward, stealing a kiss. One turned to two, turned to three, until you lost count, parting and coming back together. His lips were thicker than Buggy’s, each heavy press had you buckling under the pressure. He was so broad, your hands trailed over his chest and it felt like they would never reach the edges of his body. You could feel his cock growing heavier against your thigh, could feel it start to strain against his pants. You gripped his shirt as he trailed kisses further down, teasing your neck, over your chest, to your breasts. You gasped as his tongue brushed over one of your hard nipples, sending a little spark of arousal through you.
Crocodile grunted in approval at your soft sound. Before you realized what was happening, he physically lifted you to lay over him so he could have easier access to your chest. His tongue licked and swirled, sucking your nipples into his mouth. You moaned aloud, trembling, fingers digging into the pillow behind his head. Every sensation from your chest went straight down, made your pussy ache, made it weep until your thighs were sticky and slick.
You felt gloved hands skim your sides and you turned your head to see a mostly naked Buggy behind you. He gave you a wink before he knelt down over Crocodile, pushing apart your legs. You let out a surprised gasp as you felt his hot tongue run through your folds. He languidly lapped at you as Crocodile teased your chest, making heat surge in your gut.
“Fuck. Buggyyyy.” You whined, rocking your hips, rubbing against his tongue, against his round nose.
Suddenly you found yourself pulled away from Buggy’s tongue. Crocodile brought your body up until you straddled his head. You held onto the headboard and looked down at the sandman in surprise. He didn’t say a word, just pulled at your hips to get you to lower yourself onto his face. You didn’t resist, letting Crocodile guide you down until your sticky lips were flush with his. His thick tongue parted your folds and you gasped at the difference in sensation between him and Buggy. He wasn’t as skilled as your lover, but what he lacked in finesse, he made up for in sheer size. He could easily slide his tongue through the full length of your cunt, overwhelming you with slick pleasure. You’d never experienced something like this before, it was so wet and hot, writhing against your clit all the way down to your entrance.
Crocodile groaned and adjusted, shuffling his legs. You glanced behind to see Buggy holding Crocodile’s thick cock, free from the confines of his dress pants, licking it up and down. You moaned softly at the sight, not wanting to take your eyes off of him, but the position was too uncomfortable to look back for long. You focused on the feeling of Crocodile’s tongue, keeping the image of Buggy licking Crocodile’s thick cock at the forefront of your mind. You rode Crocodile’s face until you were a shuddering whining mess, gushing with spit and slick, probably drowning the poor man, but you didn’t want to stop, you had to chase this feeling. Rocking your hips on Crocodile's face, you let out a pitiful mewling moan as Crocodile licked you through your orgasm. You couldn’t stay on his face for long, his tongue too much. You flopped over onto your side to catch your breath, twitching with aftershocks.
Someone sat beside you and pet your hair, and you leaned into the feeling. You let out a contented sigh and curled in closer to the caress.
“You looked lovely, darling.” A voice that was neither Buggy, nor Crocodile, spoke reverently above you. You turned your head to look upward and saw Dracule Mihawk, smiling softly, dressed in only a shirt and his leather pants, all other clothing either discarded or left at home.
You warmed at his gaze, feeling every inch of your nakedness. Mihawk continued to pet you, but turned his attention to the others. You followed his gaze. Buggy lay pinned beneath Crocodile now, the larger man had Buggy’s cock in his mouth, easily swallowing him down. Buggy panted and moaned, tugged at Crocodile’s hair as he gave him the blow job that you had planned on giving Buggy for his birthday. As long as he got the gift, as long as he was happy and enjoying himself, you couldn’t be too disappointed that it didn’t come from you.
“I came here at Buggy’s offer, but I had hoped to see you. I’m glad I’ll get to enjoy an evening with the both of you.” Mihawk leaned down and kissed your forehead.
“Me?” You blinked up at him.
He hummed and adjusted your positions, laying beside you, face to face. He traced shapes over your skin as he spoke. “You sound surprised. You’re a well guarded treasure. I’m not the only one who has been interested in an opportunity like this.” Mihawk’s gaze flicked over to Crocodile, and you glanced back to watch him finger Buggy open, a bottle of lube resting on the bed beside them.
It shouldn’t be surprising. You knew Crocodile liked you, at least in a friendly way. He was kind to you…well, kinder than he was to the other people in his life. You just didn’t think he desired you like that. His actions have certainly proved otherwise, though.
Mihawk pulled you from your thoughts, tugging at your ear to reclaim your attention. He kissed you, certain and exact, not lingering long on your lips, opting to kiss and bite your cheek and neck, up to your ear.
“I want to taste you before I fuck your clown.” He whispered against your ear, spearing his tongue into the sensitive space. You shivered at the feeling, reaching out to grab onto him, unsure if you wanted more or for him to stop. He licked your ear again before moving down, following a similar path to Crocodile, stopping at your breasts to nip and lick before moving down your stomach, dipping his tongue into your bellybutton. He lightly bit at the soft parts of your belly and hips, and dipped his tongue into the crevasse of your thighs. You let out a trembling sigh as he licked a searing stripe through your folds.
He was better than Crocodile, licking your cunt with precision, almost too much, as if he were a machine. Your clit ached, but it felt good, even if you could barely stay still, your body attempting to twitch away at every pointed lick. Mihawk watched you, his eyes gleaming, amused at your suffering. He pushed a single calloused finger inside your slick entrance, gently exploring you. You moaned in approval. You didn’t realize how much you wanted to be penetrated. It awoke a desperate need in you, and you begged him for more. He pushed two fingers inside, rubbing a spot that had you crying out for him. He groaned into your cunt, sucking at your clit as he added a third finger, relentless on the spot that had you calling his name. Your orgasm slammed into you, had you squeezing your thighs tight around Mihawk, your head thrown back as your cunt pulsed and squeezed around him.
Your pussy ached, feeling as though you had been licked raw. You lay with your legs spread, the cooling from the ambient air a balm on your abused clit. You blinked slowly as Mihawk came into view. He kissed your cheeks, murmuring praises that you didn’t catch. He gave you one final kiss on your forehead before he shuffled over to Buggy and Crocodile.
Buggy looked disheveled, his hair messy as it lay spread behind his head, his mouth a smear of red, and dark tracks of mascara ran down the sides of his face. Crocodile fingered Buggy open as he sucked hickies into his neck, making the clown whimper and moan. Buggy had already cum once, down Crocodile’s throat, so every brush of his fingers against his prostate was too much. He squirmed and shivered when Crocodile rubbed against that spot, his half-hard cock oozing as if shedding glistening tears.
“I had hoped to be the one to make you cum first, but it seems Crocodile beat me to it.” Mihawk drawled, walking his fingers over Buggy’s belly and chest.
“Hawk.” Buggy croaked, barely able to keep his eyes open and focused. Buggy had slowly developed his own relationship with Mihawk, where the swordsman would turn to Buggy for advice on how best to mend a piece of clothing and Buggy would eagerly help. Buggy was a fantastic seamster, having honed his craft for decades, nearly all his life, while Mihawk had learned to sew on his own, through necessity. At least once a week they would spend an evening together fixing an outfit or creating something new. Whatever had developed between them, it was enough for Buggy to find some comfort in having Mihawk here at this moment.
Especially when Crocodile had bent Buggy in half and was rutting his heavy cock against the cleft of Buggy’s ass. He guided the slick tip to Buggy’s prepped entrance and began pushing forward. Buggy sucked in a breath, his body breaking apart as the thick head pushed past his rim. Buggy cursed up a storm as Crocodile continued forward, and the clown scrambled to hold onto something, anything, grabbing a fistful of the sheets and Mihawk’s leg. The swordsman grabbed Buggy’s hand, bending forward to tenderly kiss Buggy, who accepted him desperately, needing the distraction from the beast currently spreading him open. Mihawk trailed his kiss to Buggy’s ear, whispering praise and encouragement, his hand trailing down to stroke Buggy’s hardening cock. He mewled at the touch, the words, threading his fingers into Mihawk’s dark hair to hold him close.
Buggy’s grip turned painful once Crocodile bottomed out, both of them panting heavily, sweat beading down their chests. Crocodile looked more than ready to continue, but he patiently waited for Buggy to adjust. You were surprised since he’d had no problems hurting Buggy in the past. Perhaps today, with you here, he was on his best behavior.
“Lover.” Buggy called to you, his voice strained, but still you could hear the need, the affection. You moved from your comfortable spot, where you lay catching your breath, enjoying the show. You knelt beside him and Mihawk wrapped an arm around you, kissing you on the cheek at your appearance. Buggy opened his arms, an invitation. You heard Crocodile scoff, but ignored him, laying over Buggy and holding him, kissing wherever you could reach. Buggy let out a sigh, more content and less strained.
“Ok Croc, go ahead. Fuck me.”
Crocodile was more than ready and started a quick pace, knocking whines and moans from Buggy, leaving him pulling at your shoulders and arms, squeezing you close the faster Crocodile moved.
“Need your little girlfriend here just to get fucked in the ass?” Crocodile taunted, hips slapping against Buggy.
“Yes. Fuck yesss.” Buggy cried. He looked like he was getting lost in the feeling, the pleasure clear on his face. Heat curled in your belly once more, his sounds sparking need in you. You kissed him on the lips, and it turned filthy, tongue and teeth and saliva, all wet and messy and desperate. Your hand searched for Buggy’s dick and you stroked him, letting him pant and whine in your mouth before you whispered in his ear that you wanted his cock. He moaned and nodded, detaching his dick for you. Crocodile slowed his movements as he watched and Mihawk languidly stroked himself, his golden eyes focused on the cock in your hand. You spread your legs, letting them fall open so all three men could see. You positioned Buggy at your entrance and he slid in easily, the way slick and stretched. Buggy groaned aloud, and you could feel his cock twitch in your hand. Crocodile picked up his pace again, eyes on you as he pounded into Buggy’s ass.
You moaned at the feeling of his hot hard cock inside of you; you had been aching for this, to feel his dick. You angled him just right and slowly built to your climax, savoring the feeling of his cock, of the sight of the three men before you. Perhaps you had a little bit of an exhibitionist streak too.
“Hnnnggg gonna cum. Fuck, baby, so good.” Buggy wheezed, twisting in the sheets, his hair matted to his sweaty face.
“Can’t last long enough to make your pretty girl cum?” Crocodile panted, snapping his hips. “When I’m done with you I’m going to fuck your ‘lover’ and give her the orgasm you can’t.”
You felt the pulse of Buggy’s cock and then heard his loud long moan, hips twitching as he tried to thrust, limited by Crocodile’s heavy hips, by your hand controlling him. You let out a soft little sound at the hot gush of cum, pulling him free and letting it dribble out of you. He began to shrink down almost immediately, and you let his dick return to his body. You were still horny, worked up from that little bit of penetration, but before you even had to ask either man to help, Crocodile was above you, his cock red and full, casting a shadow on your smaller form.
Your mouth went dry at the sight. You’d never taken someone of his size before. Crocodile wiped himself down, stroking his cock with a fresh coating of lube as he leaned over you, resting on his handless forearm.
“Spread your legs, princess.” He rumbled, nudging at your entrance with two slick fingers. You shivered at the pet name and let your legs fall open once more, having instinctively closed them at the sight of Crocodile’s monstrous cock. Crocodile’s two fingers were so thick pushing into you, as if you were taking another dick. The sensation had your eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. He was far more skilled with his fingers than with his tongue. He pushed a third finger inside, the stretch not nearly as painful as you anticipated, your body already so loose and ready to accept whatever was given. He pushed in a fourth finger and your breath came in quicker, your cunt contracting around his fingers, the sudden stretch not painful at all. You had no idea being opened so wide would feel this good, so hot and electrifying.
“Good girl.” Crocodile breathed, brushing his lips over your temple. “You want my cock? Want me to make you cum?” He murmured over your sticky skin. A violent shiver went through you and you clenched hard around Crocodile’s fingers, your body aching for him.
“Please, please. I want it.” You begged breathlessly, your hazy eyes looking up at him with need.
Crocodile groaned and kissed you as if he could devour you, take your sounds and your lovely expressions and keep them for himself. He pulled his fingers from you and you whined into his mouth at the sudden loss. You felt him make a sound in the back of his throat, buzzing through his skin as he trailed kisses down your neck to your chest before he sat up to position himself between your legs. You had to lift your hips higher than you expected, the majority of your body hovering above the bed as Crocodile grabbed you by your hip so you could wrap your legs around him. You watched with bated breath, worrying at your bottom lip as he pushed his head to your entrance. It was thick, but you were prepared now, and that first push into you had you moaning his name like a prayer. It was like electricity shot from your groin down to your toes and back again. He moaned in return, eyes locked onto where you were joined, flicking up to your face every so often to gauge your reaction. His girth had your eyes rolling back in your head, had you gripping the bed sheets as you tried to ground yourself in the wake of this new pleasure. But the deeper he went the more your guts ached, until he reached a depth that made you flinch in pain.
“Hurts.” You hissed, trying to wriggle away from the uncomfortable sensation. He thumbed your clit and pulled back, only thrusting in half-way, and you relaxed, pleasure coursing through you once more.
“How’s that, princess?” He panted, watching your face as he shallowly thrust into you.
‘S’good.” You slurred, feeling as though you were slowly leaving your body with every drag of Crocodile’s cock against that spot inside of you. He chuckled and held onto your hips as he fucked you faster. You felt dizzy from the wash of intense pleasure; Crocodile was so big, and he knew how to use his cock. It didn’t take long for you to cum, your toes curling, back arching as you let out a shout, riding what felt like endless waves of your orgasm.
Crocodile let out a rough groan at the feeling of your pussy pulsing around him and he pulled you onto his lap, supporting your back as he thrust into you. You could do little more than whine and whimper, shaking from head to toe as he used your cunt. With every thrust he went a little deeper and you found that whatever pain you’d felt before was more like a dull ache. Before you knew it, he was buried to the hilt inside of you, leaving you panting and wheezing, unable to fully catch your breath as he forced your guts into each other. It was an odd sensation, to be filled so deeply, but it left you squirming for more.
“Perfect. You’re perfect, princess.” He bit out as he slid you up and down his cock. You whined at the praise, gripping his arms hard enough to leave indents from your nails. His breath hitched at that little bit of pain, hips bucking up as he pulled you down, making you see stars. Or maybe those were little black spots on the edges of your vision. You tried to take a deep breath but it felt like your lungs could only half-fill. Oh. You were feeling lightheaded. Your skin tingled, your ears ringing, lips buzzing as they started to feel numb, but you didn’t want him to stop. You were so close, just a little more and he’d make you cum again, you could feel it, as though you were swelling, somehow expanding and shrinking all at once. Crocodile rubbed your clit, his hand a constant pressure on your lower belly, making you feel even fuller.
“Crocodile.” You could hear yourself saying his name, as if you were somewhere else. You gasped, and the breath echoed in your ears along with your heartbeat. Oh fuck. You were going to cum. You were going to piss yourself. You were going to explode and pass out.
You let out a broken cry, clinging to Crocodile as you squirt over his dick, onto his thighs and the bed. Relief and pleasure washed over you, making you feel light, as if you would float away. And then you passed out. Crocodile didn’t notice, pounding into you with guttural moans, high off the feeling of you cumming on him.
All you heard was roaring, as if an audience was cheering for you, your whole lower half felt hot and wet and you let out a whimper as you felt a hot gush filling you deeply, Crocodile’s grip on your hips bruising. You couldn’t even lift your head up to look at him, still feeling too dizzy to do much of anything except whine and moan.
Slowly Crocodile slid out of you and you felt like you wet yourself again, his viscous semen dribbling out, painting your pussy lips, the inside of your thighs, making a mess of the bedding beneath you. At least now you felt as though you could breathe properly again. You sucked in a lungful of air and let out a comfortable sigh. Crocodile set you down onto the bed and dragged his fingers though the mess between your thighs. You squirmed and whimpered at the glancing touches to your abused clit and puffy hole. Crocodile kissed you deeply, as if he could praise your performance with his lips and tongue alone. You melted into the bed, letting him kiss and touch as much as he wanted. You were just going to rest your eyes for a short moment.
While Crocodile was fucking the soul out of you, Buggy licked and sucked Mihawk’s cock, letting the swordman control the pace as he watched the show you and Crocodile had put on. Buggy wasn’t able to watch, too focused on trying to impress Mihawk with his skillful tongue, but he did listen to your cries of pleasure. It made his imagination run wild; even if he couldn’t cum again tonight, he’d be teasing you about it later and do his best to recreate your sounds. Mihawk came down Buggy’s throat not long after Crocodile laid you down.
You only got flashes of being moved and wiped down, barely able to keep your eyes open, mind and body totally exhausted. Whenever you woke next, you were curled up in bed with Buggy, the sheets clean, the comforter heavy and warm, keeping you cozy. You glanced over beside Buggy, but there was no Mihawk or Crocodile spooned around him. You glanced over your shoulder and there was no one behind you either. Did Buggy invite them to stay, and then they declined, or did they simply leave without a word? Whatever the answer, the only thing you knew for certain: The Birthday Bash tomorrow was going to be terribly awkward.