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As you entered Buggy's office in the big top tent, your heart pounded with anticipation. You had admired him from afar for what felt like ages, but now, being summoned into his private space, the nerves were overwhelming. What did he even want? You had been a part of the crew for months now and he hadn’t said more than a hand full of words in passing. Buggy sat behind his desk, his expression unreadable as he watched you cautiously approach.
"Sit down," he said, his voice low and commanding.
You obeyed, perching on the edge of the chair, your hands trembling slightly in your lap. You couldn't shake the feeling that he knew something.
"I've noticed something," Buggy began, his gaze piercing into yours. "Something…very.. peculiar."
Your heart skipped a beat. Had he figured it out? What did he know? Were your feelings for him so obvious?
He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "You've been acting strangely lately. Staring at me when you think I'm not looking. Getting too close for comfort."
You swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in your throat.
"And then there's the matter of my missing shirt," Buggy continued, his tone accusatory now. "The one pink one with orange stripes, I've been searching for everywhere."
"Funny enough, I found it in your underwear drawer wrapped around your vibrator" he said, his eyes narrowing.
You gulped, feeling the weight of his gaze bearing down on you. Panic surged through you as you struggled to come up with anything no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't come up with a decent excuse. The truth was plain and simple: you had been caught red-handed, and there was no way to deny it.
"I... I can…ex..explain," you began, your voice trembling slightly. But before you could say another word a thought popped into your head. Wait, why was Buggy in your room? Why was he snooping through your personal belongings?
Buggy's expression hardened; his patience was clearly wearing thin. "Well?" he prompted.
Your eyes narrowed as you met his gaze. "Captain, why were you going through my drawers?" you demanded.
“Well, I was looking for my shirt, of course. But never mind that! This is about you stealing from ME! How are you going to rectify this?” He whined.
Your mind raced, searching for a way to appease him without sacrificing your dignity. "What do you want?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
"Oh, I can think of something. Come here my star, and tell me, have you ever been pied by a clown?" he said, as he motioned for you, his voice dripped with desire.
Buggy leaned back in his chair, a delightful smirk playing at the corners of his over drawn lips. You took in the whole sight of this silly but beautiful man. His vibrant blue hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall of soft cotton candy strands. His attire, as always, was a bold statement of his very flashy personality.
The shirt he had on was half bright yellow and half electric blue and crossed over his torso in a way hugged his frame so snug, emphasizing the contours of his muscular chest. Over the shirt, a deep-cut, vibrant orange vest, the fabric hugged his shoulders in a way that accentuated how broad they were, but it was his pants that truly caught the eye, they were that same shade of yellow adorned with orange stars with one massive star on the crouch of his pants. You looked down to his oversized red shoes adorned with little golden stars. Good god if shoe size was anything to go off of you where in real danger.
You perched yourself on the edge of his desk, looking into his eyes as you reached down to his ballon animal. It was massive and curved slightly to the right. He certainly did live up to the shoe size. You grasp it firmly in your hand, and as you squeezed, it let out a long, high-pitched "squeeeeaaakekkkkkk." That was unexpected, you thought to yourself. You cast a puzzled glance at Buggy, questioning his um..sound effects. In response, he simply shrugged. You stroked back and forth as the squeaking continued.
“Squeak”
“Squeeeaak”
“Squeeeaaaakkkkkk”
“Squuuueeeeaaaaakkkkk”
After a few strokes you could tell Buggy was getting close as the squeaking was becoming higher and higher pitched and more drawn out. Right as you where about to make him spill his confetti Buggy grabbed your arm and pulled you into his lap causing you topple him and the chair. He rolled over so he was on top of you and pinned your arms above your head.
Buggy grinned like the cheshire cat “Oh, I do love squirting flowers, are you one?”
With a swift and unexpected flourish, Buggy produced a handkerchief from his sleeve, followed by another, until a makeshift rope materialized before your eyes. You barely had time to register but he had somehow managed to hogtie your arms to your left leg, flip you on your back and remove your pants and underwear.
“Bet cha didn’t know how good I am at sleight of hand?” he said as he pressed the crouch of your panties to his face and took a deep sniff. “Sorry, but I got to stop and smell the flowers.”
He tucked them in to the sleeve and returned his attention to you. Buggy leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, initiating a kiss that ignited a flurry of sensations. His tongue slipped past your lips, exploring the depths of your mouth with a surprising tenderness, as he broke the kiss you where left with the pleasant after taste of whip cream vodka. He tailed kisses down your neck and decollete. Pressing his face to each breast, licking, and teasing your nipples, then between them leaving a train of face paint smeared all over your chest. Continuing downward, Buggy left a trail of hot, wet, and messy kisses along your navel and mons venus. He pressed his face into your soft velvety folds, and you heard the soft honk of his nose. His tongue lapped up at all the wetness slipping down your thighs.
“Honk”
“Honnnnk”
“Hooonnnkkkkkk”
You tried to thrust yourself up to his mouth, desperate to get more of everything. His touches, his tongue. Even the honking. Your eyes rolled back as your mind slipped in lust filled haze. It was to much; pleasure came gushing out of you.
"Oops! Looks like my flower has a leak!" He chuckled to himself.
He released you from the handkerchief bindings and pulled you back on to him. So that you were hovering above his balloon bulge and facing him, he lined himself up with your entrance and rubbed your jolly jelly down the length of it. He placed his hand on the small of your back and gently guided you down.
“Now where is that peanut?” he whispered in your ear as his fingers circled over your clit. He started thrusting inside you and the squeaking commenced.
“Squeak Squeeeaak Squeeeaak Squeeeaak Squeeeaaaakkkkkk Squeeeaak”
You surrendered fully to the intoxication of the squeaking. Your fingers clutched tightly at handfuls of his luscious blue hair, the strands slipping through your grasp as you held on to him for dear life. The adrenaline surged through your veins; your lungs burned with each desperate gasp for air.
“Squeak Squeeeaak Squeeeaak Squeeeaak Squeeeaaaakkkkkk Squeeeaak”
“Ready for a silly string finish?” he asked.
“No, Coooo..mmme..innnside me..” You cried out.
As he got closer, the squeaking grew faster and faster, mirroring the rapid pace of your breath. His hips faltered momentarily as the squeaking reached its crescendo. He emptied his clown car inside you.
He kissed your forehead and pulled out. “You make my heart do a juggling act. I’m going to make you my star performer.”
“Does that mean I can keep the shirt?” You questioned playfully.
Buggy laughed “No.”