—Mushroom Hunting Sir Crocodile Smut
Synopsis: While mushroom hunting, Crocodile stumbles upon a weird looking shroom. Without enough time to react, a captivating aroma takes over his senses. Will his assistant be able to help him? Yes. In fact, you make the most out of the situation.
CW: Sub! Crocodile, Assistant! Reader, AFAB reader described(no pronouns used), Aphrodisiac, Croc calls reader ‘Baby’, Sugar daddy implication at the end, Croco-boy is just really pathetic in this fic. Let me know if I missed anything!! <3
Is this a re-upload cuz i forgot to proofread it the first time I posted it…? Yes sorry to anyone who liked it! it’s back lol
The evening breeze was fresh and cool, the perfect weather to scope out mushrooms. Sir Crocodile was a man of many things, but above all, he loved his own peace and quiet. Things going according to plan. smooth sailing, if you would.
Today should’ve been no different. Going into woodlands, seeing common or uncommon mushrooms. Basking in the beauty of new information about nature. No, this day had another thing stored for the pirate.
A smell. A captivating one at that, drew him in. Curious as ever, the pirate followed his senses. In doing so, he found a peculiar looking mushroom.
“What in the…” He squinted, staring down at the unique looking mushroom, the smell of it overwhelming his nostrils. All it took was one whiff, one strong inhale to bring him to his knees. His stomach churned, a wave of something indescribable washing over him. Irritated, the man got up, deciding to end his mushroom hunting for the day then and there.
Peeved. If there was one word to describe Crocodile’s experience at this moment, it was peeved. He was hard. Undeniably so, and it irked his spirit. All he did was go seek out mushrooms, and this is what he was dealing with?
Deciding to do some research, he found out that the unique looking mushroom he stumbled upon was none other than an aphrodisiac producing shroom. One strong whiff of it and you’re practically under it’s spell. One thing stood out to Crocodile, and that was the simple fact that there was no cure listed. Great, another thing to irritate him to no end.
He tries to distract himself, but nothing seemed to work. Going over documents? Still hard. Reviewing plans for potential bounties? Still hard. Brainstorming plans for his plans? Still very much hard.
The bulge in his pants was becoming too much. Pinching his cigar between his pointer and middle fingers, he taps the loose ashes into his ashtray. “Tch… Screw it.” He mumbles, placing his cigar on his ashtray before palming himself. He feels himself twitch in his pants, a small grunt escaping his lips.
“This is pathetic…” He grumbled, but makes no attempt to stop himself. Before he knows it, he’s already unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants and freeing his hardened cock from its confines. With slow, steady breaths, he grips himself, his hand motions already quicker than his mind. It’s relieving, but it still isn’t enough.
Quiet grunts and groans leave his lips, his head cocked back as he pumps himself. Why wasn’t this working? It’s such a simple solution to a stupid problem. Crocodile closes his eyes, his breathing uneven as small beads of sweat form at the brow. How long has he been at this? Ten minutes? Maybe even twenty?
Still hard. Still needy. Still—
“Crocodile.” A deep, sophisticated sounding voice snaps him back to reality, the door to his office clicking open. He’s quick, pushing his cock back into his pants, scooting close into his desk to conceal himself. Two men walk in… Of course Mihawk and Buggy had to be bothersome at such a time.
“What do you want,” He’s quick to snap at the two, his gaze piercing and cold, “This better be worth my time.” He grumbles, staring at the hawk-eyed man and the pathetic clown.
Mihawk doesn’t question the attitude, seeming not to care for it, “The bounties. Have you reviewed them,” The swordsman sighs, “The clown’s crew is rowdy. It’ll be wise to place the bounties so they can shut up for once.” His hawk like eyes glare at the blue haired clown, earning an audible gulp from him.
Seriously? Bounties? That’s what he’s asking for?
“Ahem… Yes. I have. Here.” Crocodile slides the bounty posters to them. Nothing major, a few two or three star marines. Mihawk says nothing, only grabbing the posters and turning heel. Buggy, however, raises a brow at Crocodile’s behavior.
Of course the clown will never say anything, anything to avoid getting beat up. But he can’t help but notice the slight furrow in Crocodile’s brow. The small bead of sweat on his forehead and even throat. The slightly unsteady breathing and disheveled hair.
The clown follows behind Mihawk, the two finally leaving. As the door clicks shut, Crocodile groans. This was too much. If masturbation didn’t work, then—
“Boss.” The door clicks open again, you, his assistant walking in holding a fat stack of papers, “Finally put the prices on certain bounties. I just wanted to double check with you if there should be any adjustments.”
Fuck. Just great. If two men almost catching him wasn’t enough, he has to sit through paperwork with his assistant with a hard problem that clearly wasn’t going away anytime soon?
Your voice was calm and collected as usual, “I did do the liberty of pricing some admirals. I know you’re a perfectionist, so i’ll let you look over those bounties—”
“We’re both adults here, yes.” Crocodile spoke slow and deliberate, calculated.
“Uhm… Yes? Of course?” You looked at him, your head cocked to the side slightly out of confusion.
“So if i were to say I have a certain… problem… would you assist me.” His eyes squinted slightly, as if to gauge the truth out of you.
You couldn’t help but raise a brow, “Sir, what exactly are you getting at? Are you…” Your eyes catch an open book on his desk. A page highlighted about a certain mushroom. Oh…
You couldn’t help but grin. So this is what he was getting at…
“Frustrated, aren’t you?” You teased, walking over to his desk, leaning forward. His adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed. Yeah, he was frustrated.
His eyes narrowed at you, “Don’t get cocky. We’re adults. I just need some assistance.” He says through slightly gritted teeth. It was clear as day that he was losing self control by the second. It was a rare sight, really. The notorious Sir Crocodile, known for his intellect and leadership… Now was sexually frustrated man. How… Humane.
“If you need help so bad… Why not hook up with some random chick?” You suggested, clearly trying to rial him up.
His hand clenched into a fist, “I’m not some man to throw himself at some… Hooker.” You couldn’t help but laugh at that, “But you’re quick to fuck your assistant, right?”
He was quiet. He knew you were right and it pissed him off… And made his cock twitch with want. Your defiance was annoying yet intriguing. A bit too intriguing.
“I’m at my wits end. If I don’t get what I want then I’ll crumble.” He begrudgingly admits, looking away from you. This was a sight. You hoist yourself up on his desk, not being able to contain your cocky smirk, “If you want to fuck me that bad, beg for it.”
“Excuse me?” His eye twitches, clearly baffled by your audacity, “I’m not going to beg.”
“Then you’re not getting what you want.” You’re quick to remind, earning a frustrated growl from him. There’s a long pause before you hear his voice again,
“Please,” His tone is strained, a hint of embarrassment in his deep voice, “Please… Help me.” This was the most embarrassing thing ever. Him, of all people, begging?
You click your tongue, his plea clearly not enough. “You’re pathetic. Can’t even beg correctly,” Your movements were slow and deliberate, your pants and panties discarded as you spread your legs on his desk, “If you can’t beg me to fuck you, then earn it.”
. . .
He doesn’t know how long his mouth has been at work. His tongue swirling on your clit, making fine work of the bundle of nerves. His mouth was covered in your slick, yet he still remained untouched.
His cock ached with need, he so desperately needed to be touched. Any ounce of self-respect he once had has been thrown out the window. He would do about anything to get the release he needed.
“Please,” He said between sloppy kisses on your wet cunt, “Please, I need to be inside of you. Let me bury my cock deep inside of you, please please…” He practically whined, not once did his lips leave your sex.
It’s quiet for a second before you say a simple, “No.”
No? No???
“Wha— Fuck. Please.” Crocodile begs. Really begs.
Finally.
“Please, I need to fuck you. I need to bury my cock in you,” Crocodile looks up at you, his hand freeing his aching cock from his pants, pumping himself to get some friction, “I need it. Please, I fucking need it.”
Truly, he looks pathetic. Kneeling on the ground, fucking his cock into his hand. Pleading with those beautiful yet dangerous lavender eyes of his. You couldn’t help but finally give in.
“Sit on your chair.” You command, standing on your feet as he took his seat. He looked disheveled, the complete opposite of his usual put together look.
“Don’t you dare mention this to anyone,” He warns, letting you settle on top of him, “Now please, for the love of God, let me fuck you.” He begs one last time before you sink yourself onto his throbbing cock.
A long moan leaves his lips, a sound a relief of finally getting what he wanted after being denied of it for so long. You riding him was pure pleasure for him, the long awaited relief he was desperately sought out was finally here.
His hips bucked and snapped to your rhythm, the sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room. The only noise accompanying that was the sound of his desperate moans and groans.
“That’s right, baby… Shit— Gonna cum…” He moaned out, his head thrown back as his hip movements become more erratic and sloppy. You knew he was close. So close. Yet you couldn’t help but tease him.
“Fuck—! No!” He whimpered at the loss of that delicious friction. You removed yourself completely. He couldn’t even complain anymore, only becoming a whimpering, blabbering mess, “Please, baby. Fuck, please… I’m so close. I need to cum. Don’t do this to me.”
His eyes meet yours, pleading, “I’ll give you a raise. Is that what you want,” He swallows, whimpering even more, “I’ll shower you with all the treasure in the world. I’ll get you whatever you want, just please let me cum.”
You laugh in his face, reaching your hand to his erection, teasing it with slow pumps, “You look ridiculous. Do you have any shame? Begging your assistant to let you cum like some whore.”
He moans at that, thrusting his cock into your hand with vigor, “I don’t care. Just let me cum.”
Crocodile looked pathetic. Pathetic enough to pity. You sank back down onto him, earning a loud, strained groan from him as he fucked into you like it was the last day in the world.
He buried himself deep inside of you as he came, his release filling you up entirely, making you shiver.
Looking at him, you saw how worn out he was. Completely fucked out of his mind. Even after cleaning himself up, he still had that exhausted glint in his eyes. You bit back a chuckle, not wanting to embarrass the man even more than you already have.
He’s quiet, his eyes on you and you only, “Here’s payment for your assistance.” He grumbles, opening one of the drawers to his desk, throwing a two fat wads of Berri on the top.
It’s more than a lot, but you won’t be caught complaining.
“If you’re paying that much… Hopefully this won’t be a one time thing.” You winked, taking the wads of Berri from his desk.
All he did was chuckle,
“If it’s anything like this, I hope it won’t be a one time thing either.”
