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Dangers of the Job - Crocodile x M!Reader x Mihawk

Minors DNI

This is my first full on fanfic I'm posting on here. Mutuals look away plz. I'm nb but I'm following what trans male creators have said on here about writing trans masc characters in a non-triggering way. If I fucked something up, please lmk.

Scenario: Y/n is Crocodile's bookkeeper who has been training with and sleeping in the same bed as Mihawk while they're at the Cross Guild base. There is more context to this story, I may post it later, idk.

Tags:trans male reader, subbttm male reader, reader passes, pr0st1tution, meaning reader is a crocodile’s employee and sex is part of the contract, size difference, reader is roughly 5’7”, mild choking, an@l, v@ginal soley referred to as “front hole”, threes0me, d0uble penetr@tion, clit referred to soley as dick but ‘rubbed’ is used, hair grabbing, butt plugs, creampie, stomach bulge, objectification, reader is plus sized, reader doesn’t like to talk during sex, safe sane(?) and consensual, genuine talk of boundaries, oral (reader receiving), hard dom/sub, biting, hickeys

Word Count: 4,575

Later that night, Mihawk walked back from the ‘bar’ tent to his own tent, passing by Crocodile’s oversized quarters on the way. As he did, a high pitched noise passed his ears. It easily could have been the wind, or the creaking of the tent poles, but the way the sound hit his gut told him he wouldn’t find the handsome little bookkeeper in his quarters when he got there. His observation haki told him the same. Daz was in his room in the front, snail phones on, record playing, dozing in and out of sleep.

But Crocodile was laid out across his oversized bed, his ridiculous silk pajamas pulled down under his ass, with y/n, naked save for an overshirt, seated in his lap. He was still smoking, his hook traded out for the cigar holding attachment, while his flesh hand was wrapped around y/n’s thigh as he bounced up and down on his dick. One of y/n’s hands was dug into Crocodile’s forearm, the other had pushed up the bottom of his shirt to rest on his stomach. As Mihawk took all of this in, pausing outside the dark green tent, someone else’s observation haki touched his. The pointer finger of the hand enveloping y/n’s thigh lifted ever so slightly, making a ‘come hither’ motion, as the smirk behind the cigar widened ever so slightly.

Mihawk pulled Yoru off his shoulders, pushing open the tent flap and laying it on the plush couch of the entry room before stepping over the coffee table and through the curtain leading to the bedchamber. The syrupy moans coming from y/n didn’t stop, or even stall, and Mihawk quickly realized he had been dampening his footsteps, and with his eyes closed, mouth open and focus completely taken, y/n had no idea he wasn’t alone with his boss. Shame prickled over his neck, and when he met Crocodile’s eyes, the sleazy look on his face did nothing to quell his shame. Had he misunderstood his character? Was Crocodile really the type of man to A. fuck his employee and B. invite others to do the same without asking for consent? Nevermind the sidelong glances y/n had shot him while he was weightlifting, or the way he always burrowed closer in his sleep when they shared a bed, seeing him like this, completely lost in pleasure with his boss's cock buried in his ass, was a total invasion of privacy.

Unaware of Mihawk’s inner turmoil, Crocodile moved his hand from y/n’s thigh to his throat, tilting his head back further. Fists clenching ever so slightly, Mihawk swallowed before speaking “He better expect me, Crocodile” the words, meant menacingly, came out a little choked as he watched y/n's ass bounce just under the hem of the loose shirt he wore.

Y/n's eyes flew open and quickly locked on Mihawk's, the tears dotting his waterline tracking to the corner of his eye before falling up into his hairline. He stalled his movements, thick thighs quivering to keep himself up before Crocodile used his grip on his neck to force him back down to the base. A single wet squelch and a choked off whimper were both cut short when the mob boss responded, “Not expect, but he did encourage. He specifically asked if this aspect of his contract now extended to you. He was very excited at the prospect”

A throbbing heat started in his stomach at the thought, combined with the flushed, imploring face staring at him upside down. Mihawk took a few steps forward, coming to the edge of the bed, toeing off his boots then kneeling to get even closer. He moved up between Crocodile’s legs, until he was directly behind y/n. There was almost a foot of height difference between y/n and himself, but with him being seated on Crocodile’s lap, y/n had to crane his neck back to meet his eyes “Is that true?”

Without hesitating, y/n nodded, a short jerky motion so as to not break eye contact for a minute. Even with his obvious enthusiasm, tears of humiliation filled his eyes, threatening to fall immediately from his awkward position as his lips quivered. A slow, hungry grin spread across Mihawk's face as he ran his left hand from the junction of y/n's thigh up until it wrapped firmly around his neck. Crocodile moved his hand to allow that to happen, dropping his hand back down around y/n's thigh as he took a long hit of his cigar. Mihawk's other hand moved from his hip down, pushing the bottom edge of y/n's shirt up to rub a hot hand over his glistening dick and front hole.

Gasping, one of y/n's hands flew to grasp each of Mihawk's forearms, his bitten short nails digging in as much as they could as his head fell back against his shoulder. Without pausing, Mihawk ran his hand further down, feeling the lube that coated both his plush ass cheeks, as well as his puffy rim where Crocodile disappeared inside him.

“Turn around” glancing up at that, Mihawk quickly realized he was not the one being spoken to, as y/n immediately moved into action. He pried his hands away from Mihawk's arms, urging them off of him so he could freely throw his left thigh over Crocodile’s wide midsection, then begin pulling his right across his legs. Mihawk aided his movements, taking the leg in hand and guiding it so the knee rested in the crook of his elbow. He grabbed the other, pulling it up over the large, still clothed thigh until it rested bent, with his knee leaning against Mihawk’s hip. Crocodile’s hand, which had been hovering in mid air, suddenly twisted into a handful of y/n's short h/c hair, pulling him back until he was laying back against his chest. Y/n was so small in comparison his head didn't even reach Crocodile’s collarbones as he lay all the way down. Planting the hand holding up y/n’s leg on Crocodile’s thigh, he grabbed the hem of y/n’s flowy sleep shirt and pulled it up, revealing his lower half in the flickering lamplight. He traced his eyes down y/n’s form, pausing at his stomach. Below his belly button a line of h/c hair traced down to his thick pubes. But above, there was a bump.

Mihawk’s already hard cock throbbed at the sight, and when he pressed down on it with his free hand, the moans that both y/n and Crocodile let out put a flush on his skin. It had been far too long. Pulling his hand down again, he ground the heel of his palm into y/n’s dick, pulling a gasping moan out of him. When he glanced up, Crocodile had finished his cigar, that arm now resting behind his head, propping him up so he could see what Mihawk was doing, the other still holding a handful of y/n’s hair, tugging it back out of his face. Two fingers slipped into y/n’s front hole easily, but he could feel the pressure from Crocodile’s girth through the thin wall of skin. The whole area was slick, his hole, dick and inner thighs coated in liquid. Mihawk has to wonder how long the two of them had been at it to get him to this state.

When a third finger slipped in easily, Mihawk quickly pulled his fingers out and sucked them into his mouth, getting just enough of the slick off to not leave embarrassing stains on his pants when he untied them and pulled them down just far enough to free his flushed red cock. Kneeing even closer, Mihawk took himself in hand, spreading precome over his dick before slapping it against y/n’s dick, watching the way it made his face screw up and his stomach jump. “Condoms?” he breathed, glancing towards the bedside table before meeting Crocodile’s eyes.

He just shook his head. “He’s been tested, and takes a birth control. Plus,” his hand finally released y/n’s hair and wrapped around his neck, completely covering him from jaw to collarbone “He likes being filled”

Quirking an eyebrow, Mihawk lined his tip up with y/n’s front hole “He can’t speak for himself?”

A dark chuckle from Crocodile grated on his nerves “He doesn’t want to” that caught Mihawk’s attention, and Crocodile seemed to realize that, making a show of tilting y/n so he could rest his chin on his head “When we made this arrangement, he made it clear, he doesn’t want to talk, he wants to be used like a tool, and be put to work” With the final word, Crocodile squeezed his hand around y/n’s throat, pulling a whimper out of him as his e/c eyes rolled back. Mihawk liked the sound of that, and pushed the head of his dick in, ready to fulfill y/n’s wishes. It was a tight fit.

Y/n was small, compared to them both, sure. But he wasn’t a small man. His stomach jiggled with the thrust, but it still felt like there was no room for Mihawk inside him. His eyes moved from his stomach up to pin on y/n’s face, fighting the tight pressure as he fed in each inch, watching his eyes roll back and his mouth drop open until he was down to the base. He rested the heel of his palm below y/n’s belly button, and pressed down hard on the whole breath of his hand. Y/n screamed, legs thrashing, one hand jumping from being twisted in the sheets to grasp at his forearm again.

“Alright, push him up” Crocodile blinked, out of it from the sensation of the pressure, but when he saw Mihawk hook his other arm under y/n’s other leg, he moved into action. Shifting his grip slightly, he pushed y/n up, forcing him to sit up and support himself with his arms. He let out little mewls and groans as he moved until he rested against Mihawk’s chest, panting. “Arms around my neck, y/n” He sluggishly complied, hands loosely grasping the other arms wrist. Without any warning, Mihawk hoisted y/n’s weight into his arms, and sank down onto his heels. Before y/n could finish screeching his name, Mihawk began bouncing him up and down on his and Crocodile’s dicks.

In this position, the tightness inside y/n was alleviated slightly, making movement easier, but no less intense. Y/n’s slick was pooling around the base of his dick, and beginning to drip down his balls as they slapped against his ass. Arms tightening around his neck, knees pressed up as Mihawk’s hands grasped his shoulder blades, y/n opened his mouth against the side of his neck, panting and whining in time with the thrusts. Crocodile’s hand grabbed at Mihawk’s thigh this time, squeezing seemingly in appreciation of his movements. After only a few short moments, Crocodile grunted, dick throbbing as he spilled inside y/n.

The slick heat of his hole only deepend, making Mihawk duck his chin down and bury his teeth in y/n’s shoulder to muffle any embarrassing noises he may have let out. The noises coming from the hot body between them were neverending, and it was impossible to tell what exactly each one was in reaction to, just a constant stream of whimpers, moans and cut off chokes over the grotesque squelching coming from between his legs. Crocodile’s hand finally released him, and when Mihawk glanced up at him, his face was flushed and he made another ‘come hither’ movement towards him. Leaning forward, Mihawk forced y/n down until his back rested against Crocodile’s chest again, then released his grip on his shoulders, leaning back and dropping his legs in favor of wrapping both hands around his hips and began pistoning into y/n’s hole hard. Y/n just dropped, arms spreading out limply before his hands almost immediately twisted in the sheets and his head tilted back again.

With one hand, Mihawk pressed the tips of his fingers against y/n’s dick, using his wetness to rub back and forth across it quickly. Somehow, y/n tightened more, mouth and eyes flying open and hands tugging at the sheets. His legs tightened around Mihawk’s waist, heels locking behind his back, as if he was going somewhere. Not slowing his thrusts or his hand at all, Mihawk barked “Choke him again” which Crocodile was quick to comply with. He closed his hand around y/n’s neck, just as he began to tighten impossibly more, walls spasming around Mihawk’s dick as he let out a breathy, gasping moan and came, legs shaking and head trying to force itself back even further. White covered Mihawk’s vision, pleasure drowning out any sound, and vision only coming back when his balls had finished throbbing, and his movements had stopped. Y/n was laying there, panting like they had just finished training, eyes open but unfocused. His lips were parted invitingly, but the thought of kissing him in front of Crocodile made Mihawk’s skin crawl. He pulled out, kneeling backward and bending his back to inspect his hole.

The white of his cum immediately began dribbling out, mixing with y/n’s own juices as the trailed over his perineum and were forced to split around Crocodile’s dick where it was still buried in him. Desperate to get y/n back into his bed, Mihawk quirked an eyebrow, playing for nonchalant as he said “Do you plan to sleep in him?” Grinning, Crocodile moved his hand from y/n’s throat around to the back of his neck again, pushing him up. Mihawk quickly grabbed him under the armpits and pulled him into a sitting position.

“No, though that isn’t a bad idea. Just waiting until I could do this.” His hand finally free, he felt around in the jumble of sheets until he felt something, then dug through them to pull it out. It was a plug. Black, rubber, about 4 inches long and almost exactly the same width Crocodile’s dick was at the base when hard. He picked it up and rested its flat base against his lower stomach. Mihawk got the picture, and mentally counted to three in his head before lifting y/n up off all nine inches of Crocodile’s cock, quickly moving him backwards and sinking him down onto the toy. Y/n barely reacted, just mumbling something and shifting slightly before settling down. “Taking him back to your room?”

“I’m certainly not sending him to the clown cavalry tent like this” Crocodile grimaced at the thought.

There was come drying on his soft dick and slick coating his balls, but he shoved himself back into his pants and got off the bed. Stepping into his shoes as quickly as he could without falling over, he moved around to the side of the bed where Crocodile had left y/n before trudging into the adjoining bathroom and pulling the curtain closed behind him. Mihawk heard the shower start to run as he scanned the room for y/n’s shoes, finding only a pair of bunny slippers in his size he shoved into his pants pocket before delicately taking y/n in his arms.

He left the tent the way he came, awkwardly grabbing Yoru and holding it in his hand as he power walked back to his own tent, just beyond the tree line, completely out of sight of the whole rest of the camp. He first dropped y/n in the bathroom, setting him down on the toilet and fastening the curtain as he went to the kitchen, washing his hands before filling a jug with water. Once he did that he grabbed the container that held his good meats and cheeses, along with a box of crackers, which he added to a platter along with the jug. Finally, he filled a bowl with warm water and grabbed a clean hand towel out of the cupboard, placing them both on it as well. He brought the tray into his bedroom and placed it on the bench at the foot of his bed, pulling the slippers out of his pocket to drop on the floor before ‘knocking’ on the bathroom door by kicking the packed ground in front of it.

“Come in” Came hoarsely from inside, and he pushed the curtain out of the way to see y/n on his feet, leaning back against the wooden counter that held the sink. Mihawk took the chance to take him in. He was still wearing only the loose collared shirt the fell halfway down his thighs, hair completely dishevelled, Mihawk’s bite mark dark on his shoulder, thick fingerprints already forming into bruises around his neck. His legs were shaking ever so slightly, fat quivering deliciously, and he looked up at Mihawk with a tired but still imploring gaze. Still hungry for more.

Without a second thought, Mihawk dropped to his knee, putting his shoulder against y/n’s stomach and his arm around the back of his knees before standing, lifting him as if he weighed less than a loaf of bread. Because to him, he did. Y/n let out a deep “oof” followed by a strained chuckle, grunting with every step Mihawk took until he was thrown back down onto their bed, knees curling over the edge.

Squatting down, Mihawk handed y/n the jug before going straight for the towel, dipping it in the bowl as y/n drank greedily. He stopped for a second, panting, just as Mihawk began wiping him down, starting at his lower back and working his way forward, around the base of the plug and finally up to his front hole. There he just scrubbed lightly, getting any moisture out of his pubes and off his inner thighs before standing and turning around, walking over to his wardrobe. His shirt came off first, linen replaced with snug cotton, before he took his boots off and then his pants and underwear, setting the pants on top of his dresser next to the shirt and throwing the rest into the laundry basket. He took the cloth and wiped himself down, gritting his teeth in an effort not to hiss at the overstimulating sensation. Finally he clothed himself in a fresh pair of boxers, and left the hand towel on the drying rack, kicking it until it was within reach of the edge of the bed.

Turning back, he saw y/n had moved, now seated against the pillows, jug half empty and now resting on the bedside table. He was staring at his hands folded in his lap, but when Mihawk knelt on the bed and moved towards him, his face flushed nicely and his shoulders drew upwards. Pushing y/n’s legs apart met little resistance, and he quickly found himself seated on his haunches, y/n’s legs thrown over his thighs, his holes visible from the way his shirt was pulled tight, but still not meeting his eyes. “So,” that got him a glance, but y/n acted like the action burned him and locked onto the middle of his chest, where the buttons of his shirt ended instead. “You like being used like a tool? More than that, you were excited at the prospect of being my tool?”

Y/n nodded, hands grasping the taut edge of his shirt. But after a second of silence, he mumbled something.

“What was that? You have to speak up, boy. And look at me when you’re talking to me, I know I’ve told you before.” Y/n complied, face burning.

In a small voice, he replied, “Property, I was excited about feeling like your property”

Something hot and heavy settled into Mihawk's bones, and he rested his hands on y/n’s thick thighs, squeezing ever so slightly. “Oh? And what makes you feel like that?”

Lips quivering, y/n looked away. Mihawk allowed it, too excited to hear the answer to stop him “This” he breathed, tilting his hand to point down the bottom of his tunic, at the base of the black plug settled against the bed “marks, c-collars, grabbing, like, manhandling, telling me what to do, h-hitting me when I don’t do it fast enough, that kind of thing” His voice faded into a whisper at the end, but Mihawk couldn’t find it in himself to care.

“And what don’t you like?”

Y/n only spared him a second of a glance before responding, “Pain besides open hand hitting, anything in public, like, doing anything I said around anyone but Sir Crocodile, girly nicknames, pinning my hands down, covering my nose, anything to do with feet…” Eyebrows furrowing, y/n finally met his eyes again, still blushing but less concerningly red “I-I think that’s it”

“Good.” With that Mihawk pressed an open mouthed kiss against his lips, pushing him back into the headboard. Y/n moaned immediately, lifting his hands to grab at either side of Mihawk’s face. Pressing his tongue into his mouth, he ran his hands under y/n, pulling him down until his head was on the pillow, and his body was completely covered by Mihawk’s own. Y/n sucked on his tongue, throwing one arm around his shoulders while the other wrapped around the back of his neck. “Shit, you like marks?” pulling back slightly, Mihawk ran a hand up under his shirt. Y/n nodded, and he tugged on the hem “Can this come off?” Another nod, and Mihawk sat up enough for him to be able to do the same and pull it over his head. His chest was bare, save for two strips of black fabric that seemed molded to his skin, pulling each mound of his chest off to the side. Mihawk ignored that entirely, instead focusing on giving the bite mark on his shoulder some neighbors.

“You’re going to look like a whore” He growled, between bites on the junction of his shoulder and neck, “You’re gonna walk out of here tomorrow morning and everyone’s gonna know you like getting on your knees and back for powerful men” The whine that came after that said more than words ever could, the fingernails digging into his scalp doing the same. The air around their heads was quickly getting incredibly humid, both from y/n’s pants and Mihawk's spit and disjointed speech “That is it, is it not? You bent over for Crocodile because he was the strongest thing you could get your hands on, but now you want to be chained up by one of the most wanted men on the sea” He stopped his teasing to bite the side of y/n’s neck, releasing the skin from his teeth only to suck on it fiercely. By the time he released it with a wet ‘pop’, the skin looked almost black in the dim room.

He had to carefully watch his actions under Crocodile’s gaze, he trusted the man but not enough to drop his carefully curated persona, but with y/n he had no such convictions. He was strong, smart and incredibly useful, but he himself had said he had no plans for working on his own, so unless Crocodile became Mihawk’s foe again, he should stay within reach, at least as long as Cross Guild was in effect (so by their contracts, at least the next 5 years). And after that, he was such a man of honor Mihawk knew the only way someone could get details of Mihawk’s true nature out of him was through pain of death. There was the concern of Crocodile forcing y/n to tell him that information, but for once in his painfully long life he couldn’t find it in himself to care. So he didn’t try to keep up any facade the way he had to with the average one night stand.

He openly panted into the side of y/n’s neck, pinched his dick and rubbed his flattened fingers over his hole, before pulling them back to lightly ‘smack’ the twitching muscle. Y/n’s whole body jumped as his fingertips accidentally slipped inside, but when he lifted his hand to repeat the motion, his hips jumped to meet his fingers, and he hummed in approval. “Sir-”

“Yes?”

“Before, you-ah” Mihawk’s fingers sank into him, curling against his g-spot pointedly “you did the work, let me-”

“I thought you were a tool?” Mihawk pointed out, tone teasing and thumb circling his dick as his fingertips continued to curl inside him. “Let me use you, at least for tonight. We have all the time in the world for you to pay me back two fold” he didn’t wait for an answer, just pushed himself back until his head was hovering above y/n’s crotch. He moved his thumb off his dick to suck it into his mouth, pressing another finger into his front hole, the fit tight from the plug in his ass. Thinking of it, he lifted his head again as he settled down onto his stomach between his legs, “How long do you keep this in for? Until he needs you again?”

He shook his head, “He just likes seeing me with it, so I wear it as I leave. He doesn’t care, unless he tells me to wear it one day and I don’t. He did that earlier today-”

Satisfied with this answer, Mihawk pulled his dick back into his mouth, curling his fingers again rhythmically. He licked down, prodding his tongue in along with his fingers, looping back up to his dick. Time faded away, the only sound the moans coming from above him, the squelch of his wetness and Mihawk’s huffs of breath. It had been a long time since Mihawk had time to focus on someone else’s pleasure for this long. The clock on the dresser ticked by an hour, and y/n had come on his tongue 3 times, his legs being locked around his head so long a muscle cramp stabbed in his thigh. Hissing, he dropped his leg down, grabbing the meat of his thigh, kneading it in his hand. Mihawk sat up, sitting back on his heels and stretching his arms above his head. Meeting his eyes, y/n opened his mouth to speak, sitting up towards him, but Mihawk beat him to it.

“You’re gonna go shower, clean yourself out, then we are going to go to sleep.” Face immediately dropping from anticipatory to despairing, y/n tried to argue, but his mouth was squished closed when Mihawk grabbed him by the jaw and squeezed his cheeks together “Now, y/n. Do not make me ask again”. Y/n nodded sadly, swinging his legs over the side of the bed once Mihawk released his face, slipping his slippers on and padding out into the bathroom.

As he laid back on the sheets, Mihawk almost felt thankful to Crocodile for making y/n put so much weight in ‘serving’ him, and making it so easy to throw him off his balance. The begging that littered the last hour for Mihawk to ‘let him make him cum’ and to ‘serve’ him made him a little giddy. Some pleasure without ‘reciprocation’, and he turned into a mumbling, sweating, rosy mess.

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