I know I'm pathetic - Pt 2
(Part 1) (Fic tag)
WC: ~450
Warnings for the entire story: NSFW, mdni, Buggy x GN!reader, not an established relationship, dubcon, auralism, masturbation, buggy is a fucking perv, slight degradation kink
Tag list: @rorywritesjunk @lostfirefly @ane5e
Title from Pathetic by blink-182
Buggy froze as your breathing broke into sounds that were undeniably dirty. The profanities you let slip were stretched into moans that he heard in both ears.
One of Buggy’s hands changed course and clasped over his own mouth. He wasn’t sure if it was due to shock or to keep himself quiet.
There were no other voices, no tell-tale creaking, or the sound of skin against skin. This was a very personal private moment. A moment just for you. He should walk away. He should leave and come back later.
A step back wasn’t enough. The thoughts started looping. He really should leave. This wasn’t something Buggy should be listening to. But unless he got his ear back, he would still be hearing it.
He didn’t want to eavesdrop. He didn’t want to hear this. To hear those sounds get louder and louder as you got closer. He didn’t want to hear you pleasure yourself. To hear you fuck yourself. That’s messed up.
But he actually didn’t want to leave.
There was a crack under the door that his ear could fit through, but its exact location was still a mystery. You might notice it moving and that was not something Buggy wanted to happen. He wouldn’t be able to explain away his red face or his boner. How could he look at you while his dick was leaking enough precum to stain his underwear?
Mimicking the hold on his mouth, Buggy’s other hand went to hold his erection. To hide it. To touch it. Just a little. To soothe it whenever it jumped in response to your voice.
Buggy huffed into his hand as he stroked himself through his pants. This didn’t mean anything. He was just trying to calm himself down. That’s all. He wasn’t masturbating outside your door. He wasn’t touching himself while secretly listening to you. He was just waiting until he could get his ear.
As hard as Buggy tried to make those thoughts louder than the noises running through his ears, it wasn’t enough. His hand shook as it muffled the grunts that escaped when he came in his pants. Cradling himself, Buggy hoped enough of the jizz would soak into his boxers, rather than drip down his leg and create a bigger mess.
Sometime during his climax, you must have found yours. Buggy would have felt regret for missing that moment if the post-nut clarity wasn’t reprimanding him for being a pathetic pervert. A shitty captain. A dumb fucking clown.
Buggy stood in the hallway for a few minutes, filled with disappointment and coated in sweat. Finally, he turned away and left. He planned to go back to his room, clean himself up, change clothes, and then come back for his ear when you were asleep.
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