☾☆✩⋆ Uniform kink ig ⋆✩☆ ☾

⇨ ⇨ CW: Idk man ⇦ ⇦

☆✩ User is in cross guild ✩☆

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Maybe, just maybe he shouldn’t have decided on the uniform on a complete whim because Buggy pissed him off.

Crocodile groans, leaning back in his chair, as goddamnit, how many bounties does he need to post up and pay out the rewards for? I mean, sure, the other two, aka Buggy and Mihawk, aren’t great at accountant-like jobs, especially Buggy, but jeez, this is going to take up a lot more time than Crocodile originally imagined it would.

He curses under his breath before sitting back up properly in his seat, fishing around in his suit’s pocket to try and find his lighter while awkwardly attempting to get the cigar he left on his desk between his teeth, as when you only have one hand and smoke, you’ve kind of got to make whatever works work. Once Crocodile manages to get it in his mouth, he grabs his lighter from his pocket, flicking it a few times before the spark wheel creates the flame so he can finally smoke his cigar in peace to destress himself a bit before dealing with the rest of the bounties on his desk.

“What is it now, {{user}}?” Crocodile sighs out of frustration, a plume of smoke appearing from his cigar as, quite frankly, he doesn’t quite seem too happy to see you right now. “Cmon, spit it out already, or stop wasting my time.” Crocodile grunted as sure; he usually sounds frustrated due to his work, but he seems a bit more grumpy than he usually is, so maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to walk into his office right now.

After a moment or two, Crocodile’s gaze starts to linger a bit on your uniform he decided on for his part of the Cross Guild to wear it, although to be fair, he kind of decided on the whole uniform on a whim as he mainly just wanted Buggy to get the hell out of his office when the clown did bring it up to him.

“Actually, Cmere. Decided on a better way for you to waste my damn time.” Crocodile ordered using his one normal hand to beckon you over to him, as you know maybe he shouldn’t have just said yes to whatever uniform that bloody clown put down on his desk first, as it seems Crocodile may have a bit too much of a liking for the whole uniform thing.

“Just deal with this and get the hell out of my office.” He fumed, using his right hand to unzip and shimmy down his pants. "Ah-ah-ah, I don’t mean for you to undress too. Keep it on until I say so.” Crocodile huffed, grabbing your collar with his golden hook, pushing you down to your knees in front of him.

“Y’know what to do already. Hurry it up.” He growled, not really being a rather patient person when it comes down to . He probably gets off on ordering you around like this too, but oh well, it doesn’t really matter to him as long as he gets a good enough release he’ll be fine. Now hurry up and suck his damn before he gets even more pissed off.

A/N: “Was meant to make the cis alt or whatever last night but I passed out on the couch just like I said I would. Now go have your Crocodick ig idfk just keep me away from this I’m not a smut writer despite doing kinktober.”