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The Agreement

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: The East Blue is a lonely place and Buggy the Clown, feared Captian of the Buggy Pirates, is just as lonely as you. Just as hurt and betrayed. So when you stumble upon him in a dirty bar, you two hit it off immediately. An immediate attraction that leads to the creation of the agreement. But can the agreement change? Can you forget the hurts from the past and change with it?

Tags: Fluff, smut, angst

Word Cout: 4.3K

A/N: So...yeah, Buggy am I right?? He's been on my mind and has all but taken control of my brain and TikTok For You page. First Buggy/One Piece fic so let's hope it's okay and I hope you enjoy it! Also sorry not sorry for the long word count.

The sea was a solitary place. A place made even more isolating and hostile towards those seeking advancer and glory. Pirates were brutal and overall beastly folk and their captains even more so. You knew this common fact of life. Had known it when you gathered your crew of criminals who would stab you in the back the first chance they got, and set sail looking for something--anything--to fill that space which never seemed satisfied. To get rid of the feeling of being utterly and terrifyingly alone--hated. Something everyone had thrown away when they had had their fill. 

When you stumbled upon a pirate captain familiar only in reputation at one of the bars you often frequented when wishing to be away from that isolating sea, you saw something in him that had you pausing in ripping his head off.

You saw that you both were feared on the seas--both dangerous. Saw that you both were just as insane as the other. Saw that you both had that--something missing from your lives. Something that gnawed and ate at each of you, leaving a deep, bloody hole.

The fellow captain, Buggy the Clown, must have sensed it too. Must have sensed something because he offered you a seat at his table and drink in a dramatic fashion and you, surprisingly, took it. You who attacked or, hopefully, killed any and all other pirates on sight, no matter how big or small their crew was--their bounty. 

The more you too drank, the more it became painfully obvious that you two were sides of the same coin in one way or another. The more you were reminded of just how lonely you were. The more you felt pulled towards this flashy fool. A pull that had you both finding a hidden alleyway and fucking one another blind to try and chase away that hole. A hole that, for better or for worse, seemed all that much smaller when he was around. 

You didn’t see the clown for a long while after that, only ever hearing whispers on the wind about his escapades--a village here, a town there. All wiped out by his band of freaks. You kept yourself busy as well, attacking marine and pirate ship alike, finding loot and treasures when you could.

You did it all just to keep the memory of him thrusting mercilessly into you deep down--kept the fact you had been ever the less lonely in his presence as equally under lock and key. 

But, one day, when you were attacking a particularly large marine ship, a gag of freaks came rushing aboard and, their captain with them, it all came rushing to the surface--every memory and feeling, just overfollowed out of you. And those green-blue eyes full of such crazy insanity and danger did nothing to help quell your lonely feelings. 

The Marines were easily squashed by the two invading pirate crews and soon you were left with your bloodthirsty underlings and Buggy’s circus troop. Your first mate tried egging you on, tried to spur you into giving the order to attack, but you did quite the opposite. You called your pirates off. You commanded them to take whatever they had looted and get back onto your ship. 

Of course, there had been one or two that had outright questioned your authority. One or two that added to the number of kills you’d made that day. No one questioned you and left alive. 

This show of power seemed to amuse Buggy greatly and he gave that crackling laugh of his that sent your skin tingling. He called his own crew off and as soon as you two were alone, you were a clash of lips and teeth and limbs. You fucked him right there on the blood and gore-soaked deck of the ship you two had just decimated. 

You two came to an agreement then, laying together as the marine ship slowly sank. Neither of you would attack the other’s ship and or take the other's target. An agreement that ensured their relations could continue, as well as this aftermath of laying together to soak up whatever skin-to-skin contact they could. 

You limited the aftermath to twenty minutes, no more and no less. It cut at the lonely gap within you, but you were a feared pirate captain. You needed to keep such face, even when the terms of their agreement went against everything you had ever stood for. 

The terms of the agreement went smoothly for years--so smooth you’d even found it within you to bump up the time limit on how long you stayed afterward. 

You found yourself boarding Buggy’s ship once more, your crew almost completely made up of new faces thanks to you killing off more than half of them due to this little agreement and their disliking of it.

Buggy’s freaks greeted you as you boarded, keeping what little of your crew who had followed company as you wound your way through the innards of this circus-themed ship. You knew the way to Buggy’s private quarters like the back of your hand by now, quarters you had been told he marched off to minutes before your arrival. 

When you barged into his room, you didn’t quite know how to take in the sight before you. Buggy was there, make-up smeared and blue hair bed mused as a spindly girl rode him, her moans overly loud and whiny. Upon your arrival, she gave a startled squawk and pulled herself off of the pirate clown, hiding her body as best as she could. 

You’d never seen her before. She might have been a new member of the Buggy Pirates had she not been so plain. There was nothing spectacular about this girl. Nothing that might have earned her the right to join Buggy’s band of freaks.

Maybe she could do some form of acrobatics. Her spindly, yet strong body was perfect for that. Or maybe she was flexible--must be, the way she had been straddling Buggy. 

It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter who she was or that she was fucking Buggy. It didn’t matter because you didn’t own Buggy. The agreement never stated anything about you two being exclusive. Hell, you’d fucked your fair share of men in dirty bars throughout the few years this agreement had been alive. 

But it didn’t stop that hole in your chest from growing. From filling with the darkness you tried endlessly to chase away. The darkness that made you feel hated and betrayed--deserted and lone. Just as you had been time and time again.

“Y/N, baby.” He started, pulling himself out of his bed, hardly caring to cover up the erection he sported. He wore that wide smile on his lips as he gave a chuckle. One you couldn’t help but think was full of anxious nerves.

You let your eyes casually roam over his body, which was lean and honed from years of fighting for his life. A body you could never quite get enough of. “No one told me you were here.” 

“I’m here.” You stated with no source of emotion to be found. You turned your eyes back onto the spindly girl rushing around as she grabbed up her brightly colored clothes. She looked terrified. Looked like she was rushing to save her life. It made you feel just the tiniest bit better. “Who is this?” 

“Her? No one.” The girl, despite looking utterly terrified, shot Buggy the tiniest glare. A glare that told you they’d done this before. A fact that had your fingers twitching to kill something.

“A new contortionist?” You guessed, using your black booted foot to shut the door behind you with a loud bag that all but shook the colorfully painted walls of Buggy’s room, blocking her route for escape.

The girl held her clothes tight to her chest as she stared at you wide-eyed--like some cornered doe facing down a rabid, bloodthirsty wolf. 

“I lost the old one,” Buggy said gruffly like he was utterly annoyed by this fact.

“Hum…that’s unfortunate. The old one could juggle with his feet.” You didn’t once take your eyes off Buggy as you grabbed the girl by the throat in a flash. She gave another squawk, grabbing and clawing at your wrist in an attempt to free herself from your grasp. You hardly felt her pathetic excuse for an attack.

Ever so slowly, you turned your cold gaze onto her, her face having turned red from the lack of oxygen she was getting. “Can you juggle with your feet?” 

The girl gave a few choking sounds as if she might try to answer, her eyes turning watery. 

“You messed that trick up yesterday during rehearsal, didn’t you?” Buggy supplied, making the girl give a choking cry. He seemed to be enjoying this, watching you slowly steal the air from this girl's lungs. An enjoyment you felt yourself get angered at. 

You dropped the girl and she coughed rapidly, trying to fill her lungs back up as quickly as she could--trying to escape as quickly as she could. The door banged closed behind her when she finally escaped. Buggy gave a huff in disappointment.

“You let her go.” You wiped your hand off on your jacket like touching the girl had left dirt on your skin.

“Not worth my time. She was boring.” Buggy gave a sharp, wicked laugh. 

“She is, isn’t she? Not even a close second to the old contortionist.” 

“You slept with the old contortionist?” You asked, never once giving up your cold, blank stare. Buggy moved closer, that nervousness you’d heard in his laugh earlier bubbling into his green-blue eyes. 

“She was just something to waste time on waiting for you, of course. Nothing more.” 

“You don’t have to explain anything to me.” Buggy gave you a look that told you he knew you were full of bullshit. 

“You could have killed her. I know you wanted to.” He said, his voice dropping to a rugged hush as if he was whispering some dirty secret in your ear. The tone made your stomach twist in excitement--an excitement you grew all too angry at.

Buggy went to brush his ungloved hand over your wrist to grab it, but you moved with the slightest of movements to remain out of his reach. He seemed to get frustrated at this.

“That would be in direct violation of our agreement.” 

“Boring.” He dramatically groaned. “I would have let you. It would have been a fun little game.” They’d updated the agreement once before, but never messed with the terms of harming each other's crew. 

You’d known for a while he didn’t truly keep the agreement as serious as you did. Knew that, as soon as it stopped benefiting him, he would break it. Would drop you, slaughter your crew, and take whatever he possibly could. 

You cracked an easy smile, trying to brighten your eyes as best you could. Worrying and planning for something that wouldn’t happen for some time was not what you had come here for. You’d come here to see Buggy. To fuck him and hold him and try your hardest to feel something other than overwhelming self-hatred and loneliness. 

“I did enjoy watching her squirm.” 

“And I enjoyed watching you squeeze the life out of her. God, it was fucking hot.” He said, reaching for your wrist once more. You let him take it--let him pull you closer so that you had to tilt your head the slightest bit to look back into his enthralling eyes. You bit your lip as you gently grazed your fingertips over his honed torso, the clown giving his signature grin. One meant to throw his victims into a false sense of ease--to terrific them and make them pray to whatever god they believed in.

It was a smile you reluctantly dreamed about. A smile you utterly couldn't get enough of, just as the rest of him.

“You did?” You said, letting honey slowly fill your voice. He laughed, pulling you flush against him, his hardened cock pressing against you.  

“The hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I like it when you have murderous rage in your eyes.” You smirked, running your hand along his skin till it hooked around Buggy’s neck. You pulled him down, claiming those red-painted lips greedily. 

Buggy gave a rumbling groan into your mouth as you rolled your hips slowly into his, creating a friction that wasn’t nearly enough. He pulled your jacket off, relieving the simple, flowing white shirt you wore that cut sharply in the shape of a V, giving him a good view of your breasts. Breasts he went searching for and found in a matter of seconds. He kneaded the soft flesh in his palm, sending tiny sparks of pleasure rushing through your body. Sparks that brought to life that ever-growing need for him.

You shoved Buggy back onto the red sheet-covered bed before pulling the rest of your clothes off, hardly taking time to be subductive. You’d had to wait for nearly four months before coming across Buggy’s ship next. Four very long, very lonely months. 

“Fuck, sugar lips. Get over here.” You gladly obeyed, crawling into his bed and grabbing hold of his face so that you could press your lips against his once more. His hands, which were covered in callouses and scars from years of holding a sword and living upon the sea, grabbed hold of your hips and flipped you on your stomach. You made to turn back around, wanting to run your hands over every inch of skin he had, but Buggy laid his body over top of yours, holding you there. 

“Buggy--” You breathed as those lips you craved kissed at your neck and shoulders. You lifted your ass upward to roll it back into Buggy’s hips, silently telling him fuck you before you took matters into your own hands. He hissed in your ear, making your pussy tingle and throb in overwhelming need.

“F-fuck--baby, beg.” Begging had always been and would always be beneath you…but for Buggy, you did things that would get your reputation dragged through the dirt. Things you, deep down, never regretted. Not when you were around him. 

“Fuck me, Buggy. God--you are the most feared and dangerous pirate sailing the East Blue. Please, please fuck me.” Buggy gave a low groan, his lips pressing kiss after kiss to your shoulder blade as he reached down between your bodies to slowly guide his cock into your throbbing pussy. You hummed in absolute bliss as his cock sunk deeper and deeper into you--as your pussy stretched to accommodate his familiar width. 

You’d missed him in you--missed him being close. 

Buggy propped himself up on his elbows, bringing his face close enough to your own that you could litter his lips with slobby kisses. You reached around Buggy’s neck so that you could pull him that much closer and so your fingertips could mess with the blue strands of his hair. Your other hand found Buggy’s and tangled your fingers between his, Buggy holding your hand back just as tight. 

He began rocking his hips back and forth, setting a steady pace that sent fluttering waves of pleasure shooting through you. Had you huffing and humming into Buggy’s mouth--had you rocking your own hips back into his to keep him as close as you could.

You praised him with every catch of breath--told him surgery sweet things to fuel his ego and hopefully fill that hole you shared in common with him. 

And in turn, he told you things back. Told you how beautiful you were. How brave and special and unyielding you were. How glad he was to have stumbled upon you in that dirty bar. 

It was all enough to send you spiraling towards your release. Buggy seemed to understand this and his pace slowly quickened. Slowly became merciless. 

“F-fuck, baby. I’m gonna come.” He gruffly groaned, squeezing your hand tighter from the effort to hold back long enough to let you come with him. 

“J-just a little more. Oh--god, yes, yes! F-fuck you’re amazing.” You murmured in honey-thick notes before claiming his lips one last time. Your pleasure built and built and built and finally came rushing through you like a waterfall, a breathy little moan on your lips. Buggy thrust into you a few last, sporadic times before his hips pressed flush against your ass. His hot come spilled into you, your name gruffly moaned out in your ear. 

Buggy let his body weight fully fall onto your back as you both lay there, catching your breath. You took in the warmth of his skin, slick with sweat. Took in the weight of him--the feel of him softening within your pussy. All of it was enough to have that hole in your chest close just the tiniest bit. Just enough to let you enjoy your time here with him before it became all-consuming once more. 

Once you finally had the energy, you moved yourself so that Buggy was lying beside you now, looking you over with pleasure-fogged eyes. With a huff, he flopped his arm onto your waist, tugging slightly so that you could move closer. You did with a tired huff of your own, snuggling into his chest. You both lay there for a long moment, your eyes closing here in there from the overwhelming comfort you were wrapped in. 

“How did you lose the old contortionist?” You asked, your curiosity finally wiggling out of you. Buggy was quiet for a long moment. A long moment that had you turning your head up to look Buggy’s face over. There was that hurt deep in his eyes again. A hurt you’d seen the first night you met him. A hurt and betrayal that spoke to the hurt and betrayal you held just as deep within yourself. 

“He tried to walk out on the act. I killed him for it. Twisted his body until he snapped.” He said simply, giving no detail as to why the contortionist might have walked away. But regardless of the reason, he still walked. Still left Buggy and all he had built for himself. And it still hurt Buggy despite probably only having spoken a few words here and there to him. 

“My first mate finally tried to kill me.” You said softly. Those green-blue eyes snapped down to look at you. “I tied her to a stone and threw her into the sea.” Buggy gave a huff in amusement before because just the tinest bit more serious.

“She was loyal to you.” It was a statement and question wrapped in one. 

“You know loyalty is nothing but a facade. They give it to you until it stops benefiting them. It stopped benefiting her.” Buggy’s eyes hardened in angered understanding. 

He’d only ever talked about his red-haired friend to you once before. Only ever told you how he had tricked Buggy into eating the Devil Fruit that gave him his powers. How his friend had taken everything from him--took his dreams from him. 

It was a story that spoke all too true to you. A story of friendship turned betrayal. Of a love for someone so deep that when it was pulled out from under you, it completely and utterly ruined you for the rest of your life. You buried your face back into his chest, breathing in his sweet scent. 

“Hopefully she is loyal to you.” You murmured with a deep exhale of breath after a moment of pause. Buggy began to laugh then, a laugh that seemed too much in that moment, but was such a Buggy thing to do. You huffed, looking back up at him. “I’m serious.” 

“Serious--” Buggy scoffed, “you want that girl dead.” You propped yourself up on your elbow so that you might have a better angle to stare daggers down at him. 

“I want most people dead, she isn’t special.” Buggy’s grin only seemed to widen, a crackling chuckle spilling from his lips. 

“You’re jealous.” The word set a fire in your chest. A fire that was something akin to embarrassment, but more sister to blood-boiling anger. 

“I would watch yourself clown.” But Buggy did nothing of the sort. He continued to grin and chuckle like a madman--like he was finding this to be the best sort of joke. 

“Then tell me why you keep bringing her up? Why you got so pissed when you found her in here with me.” 

“Being jealous would entail a previous liking. I only humor you.” You snapped, trying to hurt him. He was toeing a dangerous line. A line that they had never once dared to cross. You did see hurt flash in those green-blue eyes and it gave you a grim sense of satisfaction. 

You threw yourself from Buggy’s bed, the clown trying to keep you down but was, ultimately, unsuccessful in doing so. Quickly, you went about tugging on your clothes and weapons. You needed to get out of there before Buggy said anything else that would make your heart twist in panicked pain. 

“Our agreement,” He started, having gotten out of bed himself. He grabbed your arm before you could march out of the door. “States that you have to stay.” 

“Our agreement needs to be reworked,” You hissed, snapping around to face him, “if you're going to question my reputation.” Buggy laughed.

“So jealously is against your reputation now?” 

“I am far from jealous. I do not care who you fuck or when you fuck them. I do not care because I do not care about you.” You stabbed. True hurt filled his eyes then. A hurt that quickly turned into anger. 

“You expect me to believe that? Believe you don’t care when you’ve told me things about yourself you’ve never told anyone before? When I’ve told you things.” He gave a laugh that was far from a truly amused one. “That’s the best joke yet.” You cracked an equally pissed-off, unamused smile. 

“If I were to truly care for you, that little girl would be dead for even breathing the same air as you. You would be dead for betraying me. So no, I do not believe I care for you.” You pulled your arm out of Buggy’s grasp only for him to grab you up once more. “Buggy--” You warned, but it fell on deaf ears. 

“Then kill her. Punish me, but--” He’s words seemed to get stuck in his throat. This was hard for him, you realized, just as hard as it was for you. These--feelings. These feelings that, despite trying to keep them down, always eventually came bubbling to the surface. Feelings that would only ever get them hurt in the end. “Don’t tell me you do not care for me. That is--it’s fucking worse than death.” 

You blinked up at him. Tried to process what was going on--tried to come up with a plan. 

Worse than death…it was a bold statement. A risky statement. One that you could take and twist to hurt him. You could take his words, his feelings, and throw them right back in his face if you truly wished for it. If you truly wished to be rid of this man who had been your only source of--of joy in a long, long time. Only source of comfort. A man who understood you to your very core because, despite how horrible, he understood. 

He and you, for better or for worse, were two sides of the same coin. 

So what to do…

“I do not share, Buggy. Are you ready--willing--to commit to that? Many are not.” Buggy cracked a smile you had never seen before--a real one. One that was soft and true and utterly fit his stupidly perfect face. 

“Baby, you could have asked me that the first day I met you and I would have wholeheartedly agreed to those terms.” It was like the breath had been stolen from you. Had been utterly ripped from your body. 

“And if you betray me--”

“Oh, there would be carnage. I know.” You stared up into his green-blue eyes and could think of nothing else. Not a next step or single thing to say. “What do you say, baby? Should we redraft this dusty old agreement?” You nodded, the smallest of true smiles crossing your face. 

“Yes, but…” Worry filled Buggy’s eyes.

“But?” 

“I am not going to go into this--new agreement without insurance. Without proof that you can stay true to your word.” Buggy nodded.

“Yes. What do you have in mind.” A single, crazy thought crossed your mind. One that had you smirking to yourself about. You moved closer, Buggy gladly taking you into his orbit. 

“Well…” You stated softly, bringing Buggy’s barriers down the slightest bit. Just enough to do what you had planned without immediate notice. With lightning-fast reflexes, you pulled your knife from your thigh and brought it down upon the source of your idea. 

Buggy gave a squealing shout as you grabbed hold of his cock and chopped it from his body, balls and all. The clown grabbed at the empty space.

“Y/N!” He shouted as you danced out of his reach. “Give it back!”

“I don’t think so. Not for, hum… let's say two months?” His eyes filled with full-blown panic at the thought. 

“I--Y/N--”

“Baby, I’ll keep it safe for you don’t worry.” You said in mock comfort. “This will be my insurance--my proof of your loyalty, yes?” You said, backing up towards the door. You were taking this thing regardless of his agreement. Buggy gave a pathetic little whine that only made your glee that much more so. 

“But--Ah! Fine! Go before I change my mind.” You smirked, whipping the door open. “It’s sensitive!” He shouted after you as you rushed through the halls of Buggy’s ship. You took mental note of that last plea.

You wondered just how sensitive it was.

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