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help-i-lost-my-sock · 10 months

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Birthday present

Hey guys!

This is my first time writing a smut of any kind. Please let me know in the comments or PM what you think of it, and feel free to share some tips!

Hope you like it!

P.s. Impulsively heavily edited and posted.

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Summary: Buddha decides to give you a very personal gift on your birthday.

Tags & Warnings: Buddha x Reader, F/M, SMUT/ Lemon, NSFW, established relationship, birthday sex, PiV, fingering, oral (F receiving)

Word count: 2,900

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It's morning. The sunlight creeps around the blinds and into your bedroom. Laying in bed, with nothing but the sheets over your bare bodies, you slowly blink your eyes open, as reality starts to sink in.

This morning is just the way you wanted all your mornings to be - with your head on his chest, feeling it slowly rise and fall with his breathing, quietly listening to his heartbeat.

Buddha seems to have noticed you woke up, as he wraps an arm around your waist, and pulls you closer into his chest. You look up at him with a soft, still somewhat sleepy smile. He, too, is smiling down at you warmly.

"Good morning, petal."

You groan, still half asleep, refusing to accept that it's time to wake up, and turn away from him, now laying on your left side. Buddha laughs at your reaction. You can feel his laughter vibrating through you as he wraps his arms around you, crossing over your chest, his chest presses against your back. His skin is so warm against yours... You instinctively place your hands on his forearms, feeling his firm muscles under your fingertips. Every inch of him is so toned and chiseled it beggars belief.

Buddha nuzzles his face into your soft hair.

"Happy birthday, sleepyhead," he purrs in your ear.

'That's right! It's my birthday today!' The thought brings a faint smile to your lips.

"Thank you, honey," you murmur softly. You feel so safe and comfortable in his embrace, you can't help but snuggle against him some more, until you feel his morning wood poking you from behind.

"Is that a birthday gift you got there, or are you just happy to see me?"

Buddha chuckles at your sleepily mumbled question. "Can't it be both?"

"I'm not sure that counts as a birthday gift, sweety," you reply with a smile, though still not opening your eyes.

Buddha is not one to shy away from a challenge and you can feel his lips curling into a smirk.

"We'll see about that." His whispered promise tickles your ear and sends a light shiver down your body. His soft lips start pressing kisses along your neck and down your shoulders, as his arms uncross, allowing the chilly morning air to graze your chest. The sudden change in temperature makes you whine, as your nipples start to harden. Buddha continues to pamper you with soft kisses. With his left arm holding your throat in the crook of his elbow, his right hand proceeds to travel down, massaging your side, and rubbing circles on your hip.

‘I will never understand how his touch can be so soothing, yet so thrilling; so gentle, yet so firm; so loving, yet so domineering...’

You feel his teeth lightly biting into your shoulder, as his hand travels down to your thigh. Sleep is now a thing of the past - for how could it not be when he's kissing you and touching you like that? Yet, you decide not to give in so easily. It is your birthday afterall. What's so wrong with pushing him to do his best? 'And gods know just how amazingly delicious his best is...'

You can still feel his smirk against your skin, his tongue warm and his lips soft as he licks and kisses your neck. His roaming hand slides between your thighs, gently massaging them, and sliding them open. His other hand now finds your breast, squeezing and fondling it. You can feel your desire stirring awake, coming alive within you with every touch of his.

His roaming hand traces its fingers up your thigh and along the crease of your leg, teasingly avoiding that special spot, and briefly travels further up, tracing its fingers over your belly. His left hand now rubs, and rolls, and pinches your nipple, as his right hand returns below, squeezing your thighs and caressing the crease of your leg. You instinctively allow your legs to fall open a bit further, silently inviting him to take the next step.

Buddha chuckles against your skin, and bites into the sensitive skin of your shoulder. You can feel his fangs poking deeper. His hand ghosts ever so lightly over your sex. His mouth starts sucking on your neck, humming, as his left hand continues to tease your increasingly sensitive nipple. Meanwhile, his right hand continues to appear and vanish from your heat.

Another soft chill now grazes your skin as you feel Buddha gently blow over the mark on your shoulder.

Your body tenses, and your breath starts to hitch. You can feel him tracing his fingers ever so lightly over your slickness, teasing your folds and your clit in turns.

You can feel the tension pooling between your legs, and have swallow back a moan.

"Come on, darling," he murmurs against your skin, his nimble fingers starting to rub lazy circles on your clit. Yet, you still refuse to give him that validation.

His lips leave your neck as he pulls back a little, leaning over you, and fixates you with those gorgeous blue eyes. You feel like you’re about to drown in his gaze - like you simply forgot how to breathe. That intense look in his eyes is taunting you... the cheeky smirk on his lips... the honeyed tone of his voice... would be enough to drive most anyone mad...

"I want to hear that pretty voice of yours cry out..." you feel him press his fingers to your bud, rubbing it fast and hard.

"...And scream my name."

It takes everything in you to try to keep quiet, yet small whimpers manage to slide past. The pressure and speed between your legs, his breath warm, his words so silky smooth in your ear... Your skin is growing hot, and you can feel your excitement slowly starting to drip down your thigh, as you feel his other hand give your breast a squeeze. All resistance is futile. A loud moan escapes your lips, and you call out his name. 'Damn it!' He got what he wanted.

Buddha stops his assault on your sensitive pearl and pulls you closer into him. "Was that so hard, my little blossom?", he asks, as he settles back behind you.

You only huff in response, to which he chuckles.

"That's cheating," you state.

Buddha briefly traces his fingers over your folds. "Hmm? Is it?"

"You know it i-" you swallow your words when you feel his finger pressing inside your core – the tip, then up to the first knuckle, and finally all the way in, slowly sliding past your warm, slick folds. It's curling upwards as it slowly slips in and out of your dripping warmth.

Your breath hitches, and catches in your throat. 'How in blazes can this man have such a hold on me?' Buddha resumes placing stray kisses here and there along your neck and shoulder. You can feel his erection - so thick, so warm, and so hard - tense against your ass, as his kisses get rougher... harsher... hungrier...

His left hand comes up to your mouth, his fingers tracing your soft lips, before his middle finger gently presses its way past your lips. You can't help but oblige - you allow his middle finger to slip into your mouth, and start sucking, and twirling your tongue around it. In return, he starts grinding himself against your ass, practically purring in your ear.

"Good girl." You whine a little at the smooth sound of his voice, his warm breath right in your ear. His praise makes you blush, and you start sucking on his finger even harder, secretly wishing it might have been... a certain larger something...

You feel him insert a second finger down under, sliding them in and out - slowly at first, then picking up the pace.

"My, my... You're so wet for me, petal."

"Ngh- Shut up!"

"You're practically dripping..."

"Oh - mhm - fuck you!"

"Oh, on the contrary, darlin', I think you'll find that I'm the one that'll be fucking you."

It's quite hard to sound or appear threatening in any way, shape, or form, given your current situation. Buddha, on the other hand, starts scissoring his fingers inside you, and slips a second finger into your mouth, driving the point home.

Soon enough, he props himself up on his elbow again, removing the fingers from your mouth and replacing them with his tongue in a passionate, downright sinful kiss. His mouth is hot against your own. The feeling of his tongue in your mouth is intoxicating. You feel yourself craving him more and more. His fingers continue to pump into you down below, occasionally leaving their post to tease your clit some more, as your soft whimpers and moans drown in his mouth.

His long hair falls softly around you, briefly shielding you from the morning's prying light… Until you feel Buddha's lips leave your own and start trailing kisses down your jawline... down your neck... to your collar bones... down your chest... you gasp when you feel him take one of your nipples into his mouth. He twirls his tongue around it, then starts lapping at it. You can't help but arch your back, pressing your heaving chest into his face. His mouth sucks on your nipple and releases it with a small pop. Buddha looks up at you with a mischievous grin, his canines showing at the corners of his mouth, and you can swear the devil's in those gorgeous blue eyes.

He quickly returns his attention to your chest, teasing your other nipple with his tongue, then blowing on it, his lips curled in a satisfied smirk. The cold air sends a pleasant shiver down your spine and straight to your core, where his fingers are still working tirelessly, sliding and curling inside you, drenched in your arousal. You feel him playfully graze your nipple with his teeth. Small mewls and gasps escape you more and more often. By now you'd given up on trying to keep quiet. This man knows exactly what he's doing to you.

Buddha resumes his travel down your body, placing butterfly kisses down your belly. You throw a leg over his shoulder, allowing him to nestle between your thighs. Goosebumps grace your skin as anticipation builds, and fuck knows he's taking his sweet time getting where you need him to be - kissing along the crease of your leg… and down your thigh… a peck here, and a lick there...

Finally, you feel his tongue flatten against your soppy cunt, giving it a few long licks before his mouth latches on to your clit, sucking it softly. Your breath quickens as moan after moan slips past your lips, spurring him on. You lace your fingers in his long hair, keeping him in place, as if afraid he's going to stop. And truth be told... this man is such a tease; you can never be too sure.

He groans at the feeling of your hands tugging on his hair, pushing his face flush against your heat. His tongue teases your clit with short, quick, torturous flicks of his tongue.

Your face is flushed, and you’re panting heavily. Thin strands of hair stick to your face and neck as you lock eyes with him. With pleading eyes and furrowed brows, you silently beg him to go on. Yet, he stops all too soon, slowing down, and licking long strokes along your slit.

The sight of his handsome face between your thighs, with a slight tint on his cheeks and that mischievous look in his eyes, feels beyond obscene, and a blush creeps on to your cheeks. Buddha seems to notice, and he slips his tongue inside you.

"Ah! Buddha! Ah, keep going!" your head rolls back down on the pillow, as he tongue-fucks you halfway to oblivion. Suddenly, you feel his tongue slip out of you, and be replaced by his fingers. His fingers pump and curl inside you, while his mouth licks and sucks on your clit. You can feel that familiar coil building up in you, as your breath quickens, and your moans grow louder. Buddha catches on, replacing his fingers with his tongue just in time for you to cum in his mouth, crying out his name. Buddha hums to himself, proud of this result, as his tongue laps your juices.

Your body tingles, and your head feels a little light, as you lay there flushed and panting. The bed shifts with his weight as he crawls on top of you, and lines himself up with your entrance.

"You ready, petal?"

Still somewhat hazy from your orgasm, all you can respond with is a nod.

He rubs himself along your slit, then presses in just past your folds - just enough for the tip to slide in, and then he stills. You whine and wrap your arms around his back, trying to pull him closer.

"Buddha, come on!" you whine, but to no avail.

"Hm? You need something?"

You pout and turn your head away with a slight blush. 'This cocky motherfucker! I am not saying it out loud!'

Buddha chuckles at your reaction and starts dipping the tip in and out, teasing your entrance. You furrow your brow and try to maintain some degree of composure, despite the aching desire threatening to burn you alive. You wrap your legs around him, trying to pull his hips closer and push his length into your longing core.

"Tss, tss, tss," he tuts with a shit-eating grin. "I can't read your mind, blossom. If you want something, you'll have to speak up!"

"For the love of god, Buddha! Just fuck me already!"

"Ooh, I see! Is this what you wanted, princess?" He taunts, as you feel him sheath his whole length inside you in one smooth move, making you gasp. He’s filling you so up well, your head is spinning slightly from the sudden intrusion, as a shiver runs down your spine.

He stands still, grinning proudly, and giving you a few moments to adjust. Slowly, you feel him start to move and build up to a steady pace, hitting all the right spots in you. His hands press into the mattress on each side of your head. Your huffs and mewls turn into lusty moans; your sassiness into unintelligible gibberish as he continues to shove himself inside your tight cunt, while fixating you with those mesmerizing eyes of his.

Somehow, you knew the moment you first met that this man would be your everything. For those eyes, those lips, that honey-sweet voice, that charming confidence, bordering on arrogance… For this man, in everything he was, and everything he embodied, you would do most anything.

You hear him huff and groan above you. His skin glistens with a thin veneer of sweat. You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, forcing him to lower himself onto you - your soft breasts now pressing against his hard chest, his hands gripping the sheets, as you dig your nails into his back. It's so damn hard to form a coherent thought as your mind gets hooked on the sound of your labored breath, and skin slapping against skin, the scent of your sex filling up the room...

"Harder! Please!" Is all you can manage to string together, as you lay there, trapped under his weight, begging and crying out for that sweet release.

Your sweet sounds and desperate pleas stir him on, and you can hear a low growl near your ear as he starts slamming his hips into you faster, harder, and, somehow, deeper still than before. Your mind turns to mush as you keep chanting his name, loudly, enthusiastically... ahem - agreeing with him, so to speak. Your voice starts to break - a testament to his skill as a lover. Your breath grows erratic, your skin sweaty and flushed, and it's clear you're both nearing your end. You feel Buddha's fangs biting into your shoulder, as you dig your nails deeper into his back.

Harder... Harder. Still harder! Your body tenses and you let out a downright degenerate cry as you come undone once more, beaneath him, your juices dripping down his shaft, and go limp in extasy under his watchful eye. A few more thrusts - hard and sloppy - and he, too, reaches his release... so deliciously deep inside you.

Panting heavily, your foreheads come to touch, both of you panting and heaving, and for a moment, there is no more sass and cockiness between you - just gentle smiles and loving glances. All the world ceases to exist, and time seems to stand still, only for you.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Eventually, he slowly pulls out of you, and your mixed essence starts trickling down onto the sheets. Neither of you could care any less.

Buddha lays down beside you, an arm under your head, as you snuggle back up to his chest.

"So, princess. You still think this doesn't count as a birthday present?"

You turn your head to look at him - that same confident grin on his handsome features, that same cocky attitude that's drawn you to him in the first place.

"Hm. It's a start," you tease as you lay your head back on his chest.

"A start, you say, huh?"

The prospect brings a smile to your face, and you can feel it spread so wide, it threatens to split it in half. 'Sounds like it's gonna be a very... busy day.'

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yujo-nishimura · 3 months

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A birthday present

This fic is a birthday present for my dear @lostfirefly - may all your wishes and dreams come true and may you find something to smile about every day. ♥

After several days of plotting a plan to fight the straw hats and being busy with the preparation for setting sail, Buggy the clown has forgotten about you, his first mate and girlfriend. You have been in your quarters for the whole time pouting not sure if you are ready to forgive the clown for his negligence.

As he knocked at the door, you were not in the mood to open. It had been five days of not hearing anything from him and you knew he would always just come around when he remembered you or felt lonely. Whenever he faced hardships or fatigue following an adventure, you made it a priority to be there for him. However, it was never the other way round and you felt often these days that you were just something like a second thought of your captain and boyfriend, Buggy the clown.

You could hear him knocking again, a little bit more assertive this time, his voice filled with urgency. “Y/n, please open up. I brought us some wine to celebrate!” “What do you wanna celebrate?”, you answered, not willing to open up yet “That we are setting sail tomorrow. All the preparation is finally done and the crew is ready!” Of course he had forgotten. He had forgotten everything about you in the past five days. Reluctantly, you approached the door and swung it open so abruptly that a startled clown stood stupefied for a fleeting moment, his eyes meeting your furious countenance. “Great. You are finally done with whatever you needed to do and now you remembered me.” You had no intention of sounding so bitter, but unfortunately your words came all out wrong. Buggy's painted face contorted into a frown, and he swiftly grasped the situation. He let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “May I come in?” You didn't answer, just stepped away from the door, walking slowly back to your little bed under the bullseye window.

Buggy closed the door with care and then proceeded to place the wine and two glasses on the table. Taking a seat on a chair opposite you, he fixed his emerald gaze upon you, his eyes appearing to penetrate through your emotional barrier. He sighed once more before initiating the conversation. "You think I forgot about you once again, don't you?" he began, his voice carrying a mixture of understanding and regret. You chose to not answer and continue your pouting. "My dear," he continued, "you must understand that while I am your boyfriend, I am also the captain of this ship. There are demands placed upon me by the entire crew, and those expectations must be met." As you listened to his composed and rational explanation, you couldn't help but let out a sigh of your own. It would have been easier to handle him if his demeanor had been one of anger or heightened emotion. But he had a point and his beautiful eyes and his sad frown made you feel like your anger was fading away.

You still did not want to give in. It was almost midnight, you were tired, you felt after all this time you had the right to be angry with him. With your arms tightly crossed in front of your chest, you shook your head in defiance. "It's still not fair, Buggy. I'm always there for you, but you only come to me when you need me...!" In response, Buggy abruptly rose from his seat and approached you, settling down beside you. His presence radiated warmth, and his proximity sent a tingling sensation coursing through your body. Unexpectedly, he placed his hands on your knee, causing shivers to dance along your spine. "You know that's not true," he whispered gently, his voice filled with sincerity. The combination of his touch and his words began to chip away at your emotional defenses, leaving you torn between vulnerability and the desire to maintain your stance.

As you felt a mix of hesitation, you still remained in place, not pulling away from his touch. "What if I make it up to you right now, here with you? Do you think I forgot what today is?" Buggy's words caught you off guard, and you regarded him with disbelief, uncertain if he genuinely remembered. "Don't look at me like that. I know it's your birthday!" Buggy's smile radiated sincerity, and you couldn't help but reciprocate, your anger from earlier melting away. A gasp escaped your lips as he produced a small box from his brown coat. "I genuinely thought you wouldn't care!" you replied. The realization slowly dawned upon you, as you saw that Buggy was revealing a black velvet-covered square. "I had planned to do this properly, on deck, with the entire crew watching, but given your anger towards me, I had to change my plans and simply... ask you here." He blushed, opening the small box to reveal a sapphire blue and silver ring, its brilliance enhanced by the gentle glow of candlelight.

"Happy birthday, my love. If you can find it in your heart to forgive my forgetfulness and accept my apology, then you must also accept this ring and agree to marry me. Also, it is a command from your captain.", he chuckled.

"You are unbelievably cheeky and thoughtless. How could I possibly say no?" A mixture of emotions overwhelmed you, and before you could reach for the ring, you wrapped your arms around him, careful not to touch his nose, and buried your face in the crook of his neck, allowing your tears to flow freely. He could feel the warmth of your tears against his skin, and they mingled with the collar of his coat. "You know that I love you, right?" he whispered softly.

"I love you too, Buggy. I can only agree to become your wife if you promise to sometimes remember me in the chaos of it all." As you carefully lifted your head to meet his smile, he gently wiped away some of your tears with his gloved hand. "I will try my best to remember," he assured you.

His lips met yours in a tender kiss, conveying both an apology and an affirmation of his love. You knew that he would continue to be your world, and as his future wife, you would have to grow accustomed to your captain shining as the star of the ship.

#one piece #buggytheclown #one piece buggy #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #yujowriting #fluff #birthday present

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