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When Crocodile woke up with a throbbing head, he was more than bemused; he was a little furious. Not because he drank himself to this point, but because he woke up naked in his bed alone when he clearly originally was not. Forcing himself to sit up despite the aches and pains, he braced himself on his good hand and glanced around the room. His suit was scattered about the floor of the inn he’d settled in and clicked his tongue. He wasn’t in the habit of tossing aside fine silk like that.
It wouldn’t be the first time that he had a drunken one-night stand; it would be the first time he was the one abandoned in bed alone. Looking towards his biceps, he spotted the claw marks that still stung and knew a matching set was on his back. There was a slight bruise on his neck as well; she’d done a good number on him.
His lips curled, did he scare her...? Wait, no, Daz Bonez didn’t bring any girls to the bar.
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They were celebrating their escape from Impel Down and surviving Marineford. Crocodile had been quick to rebuild himself, and that called for a celebration. The bar probably didn’t care much for their presence, but they did the coin; they were still a small outfit, but that was fine. They had all they needed.
Daz and Sayaka were all he needed.
Sayaka negotiated privacy for the night, and the price. She was good at mediation as well as espionage. She hadn’t been locked up with them, but getting in had taken time. Getting broken out by Straw Hat wasn’t the plan, but i suited the long game just fine.
Crocodile hadn’t seen her relaxed in a while, clad in a suit that fit her far too well. He was on his tenth drink when he started wondering what her hair looked like down and then decided to join her for another glass of whiskey.
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Crocodile blinked once before his brows knit and a sigh escaped his lips; it wasn’t hard for the night to start coming back to him there.
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Kisses so harsh it was more teeth than anything else; neither were known for being soft or gentle. Her fingers mussed his hair, and her nails delightfully scratched his scalp. Her ponytail snapped from his hook, dusty blonde hair falling loose around her waist so he could curl his fingers in the soft locks. Sayaka pulled away even as he chased her lips for more, her back bumping into the bedroom wall and wine-red hues incredulously looking into his sharp eyes.
“I liked that hair tie.” The breathless tone held no bite; Crocodile smiled and sharply pulled her hair back to bare her throat to him for his teeth to sink into the unmarked skin. Sayaka’s groan went right to his groin; he let her know by grinding hard into her own clothed heat.
“I’ll buy you more after I fuck you into that bed.”
Her lips curled into a wolfish smirk even as he began walking them towards said bed, and she began to work on divesting him of his suit.
“Promise?”
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Crocodile furrowed his brows and climbed to his feet, pulling his clothes on as his mind kept pulling back to the night before.
Where is she?
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His name was sin on her lips; her taste was entirely unfair. The only thing that finally pulled him from her sweet pussy was her incessant pulling on his hair from how overstimulated she was from his tongue tormenting her clit until she was a babbling mess.
Sitting up, he looked down at a flushed frame marred with a few scars that hardly detracted from the beauty before him. Curves and muscles in all the right places, her hair a golden halo around her pretty face. Eyes as red as blood were glossy with lust and drink yet peered at him like he was the only thing she ever wanted.
He intended to keep it that way.
Gripping her thigh in his hand he yanked her down into him, pressing his throbbing cock flush against her slick core and then diving in for a taste that made his head spin. She was truly divine, rocking her hips and slicking his girth with her sweet arousal while she licked his lips clean of the mess she made of him.
“Crocodile-please.” The whine that followed her plea made his cock throb, he didn’t bother teasing her, or readying her any further, adjusting his hips he pressed the tip in and pushed until he was growling her name with her moans. She was the finest, hottest silk clamping down around him like a vice and it took all he had not to fuck her stupid.
Sharp nails dug into his back, and he bucked, bottoming out and grinning as her eyes rolled in delight as his thick girth finally filled her.
“That’s my girl, taking me so well.” He growled in her ear, his hook pressing to her hip and his hand gripping her thigh until she urged them around his waist to keep him snug inside of her heat.
No, he’d never let her go after this.
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Going downstairs after a quick clean up, he found the bar in the middle of cleaning up after their mess. The civilians flinched at the sight of his massive form stomping through the hall in a clearly disdainful mood, shrinking in hopes of avoiding the former warlord’s rage.
He couldn’t stop thinking about her.
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Sayaka was a trembling mess atop him, even as she bounced on his lap and gave him a show, he would die happy after getting the pleasure of viewing. Her hips rocked against his own in little curves that made it hard to keep himself from bucking into her sopping wet heat. He promised to behave this time-that didn’t stop his hand from clapping against such a fine ass, more so when she tightened up around him each time.
“Little minx, c’mon, take your pleasure like I told you to.” The taunt was laced with a husky groan, his fingers dipping to grind against the little nub that had her thighs shaking with the effort to lift herself up. Watching himself slide back into her sinful pussy was enough to make him hiss in pleasure.
“C-Crocodile!” Sayaka looked down at him without bothering to hide the lust in her eyes, long golden hair spilling over her beautiful figure. He couldn’t hold himself in; his hand cupped the back of her head before swiftly flipping them over and resuming a brutal pace that had Sayaka’s moans turning into cries as the coil tightened to a point of pain for them both.
She broke first, her nails clawing at his biceps as her orgasm washed over her like liquid fire. His came after, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as his hot seed filled her until it couldn’t anymore.
Mine.
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That woman was his, he knew she would be the moment he hired her back in Alabasta. Work came first, it always did, but now he was rebuilding, and she’d be at his side for it.
“Daz.” The harsh tone didn’t faze him, once he was at the docks he found Daz overlooking logistics for their next move and he turned towards Crocodile with a dutiful nod.
“Sir?”
“Where is she?” Daz blinked once, immediately understanding the who part, but the context was puzzling. His head tilted, catching eye with something and Crocodile turned.
Sayaka stood behind him with a briefcase in hand, hair tied anew and not a hair out of place if you ignored the bandage discretely on her throat. He wasn’t sure if that was from his teeth or his hands.
Crimson hues passively looked up at the former Warlord, head tilting slightly. “I retrieved the intel from my contact this morning as planned, sir. Shall we discuss the details on the ship?”
Crocodile blinked once.
“I can’t get too drunk; I have to be up early to meet with my contact.”
Well, fuck.
“Yes.” He replied after a pause that had even Daz arching a brow. He half turned away, and Sayaka took that as the signal to start up the gangplank, Crocodile’s heavy steps following behind her.
Never in his life did Crocodile yearn, yet he yearned for this woman’s presence after a long night. Looking down at her perfect professionalism, it was almost irritating she still wasn’t in pieces from how thoroughly he fucked her. His lips twitched.
“It seems I will have to try harder next time.” Sayaka looked over her shoulder at him with blatant bemusement; his grin suddenly looked more feral than menacing.
“To make sure you can’t walk after.” Pink tinged her cheeks; Sayaka looked ahead as they stepped onto the deck.
“I look forward to that, Sir.” Crocodile’s booming laughter filled the deck, elating the woman in front of him and startling the crew.