I felt as if this fic was needed.
Croco hating on some berries just seems very funny to me.
He despises strawberries.
He really hates them.
Mere words couldn't really describe how much that damn little fruit made him have a bad feeling in the pit of his gut. But he still had words since words were needed for descriptions.
He hates its fucking smell. He hates its fucking taste. Even its damn color is displeasing- too symbolic for passion and sweetness. Too symbolic of everything he is not.
Even the very sight of strawberries displeases him. But here it lies before him. So he closes his eyes.
Crocodile thinks about this as he takes in her scent and kisses her deeply, his entirety being filled with its presence. The smell of strawberries has invaded his every orifice, encompassed all his senses, and has filled his mind with nothing but the thought of red fruit.
Throwing caution to the wind, he decides to bite into it.
Surprisingly, his first bite is better than he expects.
His one hand gently caressed her backside, slipping underneath the folds of her skirt into a cave of slippery warmth. Robin, in his arms whimpers, clutched Crocodile closer to her body as he stroked her. He began to rub and press deeper into her, and she gasps, her breath tinged with the odor of the sweet fruit he detests so much. Her hands are clutching at the back of his shirt, and he shudders slightly as her nails rake down his back. His body is clothed, however, and the nails leave nothing but red marks which will fade and disappear in time.
It's suddenly too hot. Their bodies are hot to the touch. But truly, he is cold. The scent of ripe strawberries is wafting through the air.
And his second bite is even better.
She collides against the back wall, her skirt pushed above the waist, with her lean legs wrapped around Crocodile's waist. Slacks around his ankles, he pushes against her and she inhales sharply against the intrusion. Eyes still closed, he buries his face in her neck, every movement now accompanied by a small grunt. Her silky black hair is sticking to her neck, to his neck, to his face from the light sheen of sweat they began to produce.
God, the smell is so damn overpowering.
She moans. He thrusts.
They move together.
And then he swallows the rest of the fruit.
"Crocodile..." She deeply moans, and she stops and silently shakes from the pleasure.
He hears her voice but ignores it for now. All he wanted was to finish up his fruit.
His movements start to go faster and faster, which make her groans increase in volume. He then thrust upwards in timed movements, his stoic and calm cool face red in pleasure. Though Crocodile had to let himself groan just a bit after tasting such a fruit, and with his good hand he grabbed at her hips, digging his fingers in the flesh.
As one they climaxed, they cried out each other's name, breathing heavily. Robin felt her body give out as she slumped on his shoulder. His fingers twisted into her hair and stroked her ebony locks.
"Next time…" Crocodile huffed. "Put on cherry perfume…"
God… He'll always hate strawberries.