(I'm so sorry....not really haha this song is perfection...maybe some sexuals in here. Also some uh...Daddy stuff so read at your own discretion. Also reader will be smoking kind of so yeah there ya go. Rated C for Crocodile.)
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He was in his office naturally. As always. He's been there since five thirty this morning and its now going on about six thirty in the afternoon.

Something important? A business meeting?

You never knew, but you didn't intend to get in that kind of business. That was what he was for.

Nonetheless you were bored out of your mind, settling on the couch that sat in the hallway across from his office.

You lay down, your arms behind your head and legs crossed over one another as you glanced to the painted picture of your lovely overworked other half.

Serious as always in everything. His dark eyes still on the canvas but there they sat, seemingly to glare at anybody that passed it by.

Moving from them, his lips held the cold frown that was prominent on his face always.

However, they were a different story when they held a smirk that you longed to see today.

That's when the fireworks would go off in his eyes, and his features contorted into that of a more relaxed carefree man of business.

Something you had seen many times before and crave regularly.

You sigh, straining to stand from the comfort of the couch and placing your slipper covered feet onto the cold marble floor, making your way to his office door and knocking three times for entrance.

When nobody answered, you pushed open the door slipping into the room and settling on the leather chair beside the door, the door softly closing.

You glanced around the room, not noting anything different from your previous 'visits'.

You can feel a smirk pulling at the corner of your lips and you stand, loosening the tie around your waist and approaching the large chair where your lover usually sat daily.

But it was occupied by nothing now, the desk nearly cleared of what was usually a disastrous state of order.

You found this rather odd, seeming as though he liked to keep his desk and papers in order and in grasp.

You settled in the large, and oddly cold, chair.

You quizzically wandered your eyes around the room again, taking in the scene.

It was all very dark, browns and black. The marble flooring the only thing off putting the brooding mood of the room.

The lamp that sat beside the desk was rather old looking in itself, turned off as you realized the dark immensity of the room.

You clicked it on and shivered, running your hands up your arms.

Why was it so quiet? Where had he gone? Did he leave? How long as he been gone?

All these questions that swam around in your mind were finally answered mere minutes after.

The large booming of a close door made you jump, only to regulate to normal upon the large heavy door of the office opening up to the tall, grumpy older man.

His gaze was cast aside, eyeing the book case that stood up against the wall and reached to the ceiling.

A small grumble was heard as you watched carefully, a small smile playing at your lips.

"Crocodile?"

He turned around to face you, his eyes glazed with tiredness.

"What?"

His usual sharp tone was dull and his eyelids dropped for a minute to take in a deep breath.

You almost felt bad for him, seeing as you had came in without and kind of consent.

"What's wrong?"

"Its nothing, don't worry about it...what are you doing in here?"

His usual tone had returned and his eyebrows furrowed.

"I just came in here to talk to you."

You glance up at the few guns hung up on the wall, shifting in the seat and turning to look at him.

His eyebrow was raised as he looked at you.

"To talk to me? Why would you need to come in here to talk to me?"

You shrug.

"Am I not allowed to come in and talk to my Daddy?"

That made him freeze up, just as you knew he would.

He turned his gaze to you the cold harshness gone, replaced by worry and confusion.

"Y/n..."

You turn your head to the side. Not answering.

"Y/n, I'm not doing this right now, I don't have the time."

Another few minutes of silence, your face turned away from where he stood.

You'll get him, you knew you would; you were that good.

"You didn't say that last week.."

Ah yes, you could recall it clearly. And you were pretty sure he could too from the look on his face.

A small huff left your chest as you got from his chair, making you way to where he stood, looking up at him from under your lashes, pouting.

His face was trained on yours, scanning for your bluff.

He couldn't find it.

A sigh escaped him as he averted his eyes from you and turned back to the hundreds of books that he was flicking through.

You crossed your arms over your chest, migrating back to his chair and settling back in it, slipping the silk robe from your shoulders.

You shuffle a few papers aside from his desk, propping your feet up.

You were cold, you're not going to lie. The fitted lingerie you had on was thin, but you knew that it'd get him going more than anything.

Sure, you'd have to buy more. He wasn't gentle and didn't care about the clothing that got in the way, but it never hurt to try.

His gaze shifted back to you, his teeth clenched on the imaginary cigar in his mouth.

You smile and flick through his drawers, slipping the case you'd gotten for him as a gift out of the wooden drawer, and gently taking one of the savory, satisfying cigars that he was always smoking on.

His shoulders were tense and you could only imagine the heavy breathing that racked through his chest.

You put the thickly rolled tobacco between your lips and cut the end of it, glancing over at him before flicking open the lighter and lighting it yourself.

The smell wafted through the room and in turn made the tension thicker.

Smoke falling from your lips and a small smile edging onto your face.

You knew that he prized these fairly highly, and you were tearing him up.

His baby girl sitting in his chair, smoking his cigars, getting into his head and heart for the umpteenth time.

He stood where he was however, not giving into the innocence and trying, (and working), teasing that sat in his office chair.

The small smile on her soft lips made his heart pound in such a way that nobody could compare, and the way she could so deliberately say what she needed?

Need he think anymore there would be nothing left to imagine.

Not that there was enough for imagining anyway, he'd seen plenty of her before.

He licked his lips anticipating to give in perhaps, but that was quickly washed away as he regained his self awareness.

Him? Sir Crocodile? Give into a measly trick such as this?

It was preposterous.

Outrageous.

Impossible.

But, she was here in what seemed to be a desperate cry for attention, something that he seemed to see more of her daily.

Maybe he could turn the tables? Of course he could.

He always did.

If she so wished to tease openly, then he could only do so the same; however more so discreetly.

He sided with the idea that scattered together in his mind and made his way over to his lovely little princess.

Queen perhaps.

"What was it you needed from me, darling?"

"I just wanted you....."

That's it. The teasing had officially stopped. He couldn't take it. She couldn't take it.

The next few moments were a blur to you, nothing but sharp nicks to the neck and sharp bites In a flurry of growls and clothes being torn off.

What was left of your garments was barely worth keeping on, himself tore to pieces as pieces of clothes were flung across the floor.

Roughly, he pinned you to his desk, arms above your head and legs wide enough for himself to fit through.

"If you so insist upon spouting those damned words just for spite, then perhaps you could think about what I could do to you for such words expressed to me.."

The lower his voice had gotten the more your heart sped up.

His voice usually smooth had turned gruff and his eyes were ignited with a fiery blaze of lust.

You couldn't speak, your mouth dry and throat even drier.

You licked your lips nervously, forcing a small smile to appear on your lips as the cigar rolled off the desk.

You blew the remnants of smoke from your lips in his face, causing his nostrils to flare as his eyes slitted to a very thin line.

"That was a very naughty thing to do to your Daddy.."

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Ha ha I did that to you °-° pls don't kill meh. Anyway, I'll let you all decide whether or not I should continue this to..*coughcoughsessycoughcough* or not, I haven't written one in awhile..nervous chuckle.