One Piece: One shots/imagines/drabble's

Tounge tied- Crocodile x reader

A/n- the artwork is not mine. Lmao halfway through writing this I had forgotten that miss Valentine was an already existing character, so like just pretend that your alias is Mrs.Valentine.

Warnings:Lemon

It was like any other day working in rain dinners at Alabasta, outside the casino was a desert waist-land, what once used to be an oasis, now reduced to a dry and barren country... It used to rain very often in the desert country of Alabasta, but when the kingdom found out that their king had been using dance powder to make it rain in the capital the kingdom raged in outcry, to think that their king was so selfish to put himself before his citizens, he had once been a great king, someone that everyone had looked up to for guidance, but with Sir Crocodile becoming the kingdoms champion, the king was beginning to loose his hold on his people... no one knew about Crocodile's betrayal to the kingdom, no one except the borouqe works agents, assasins picked by Mr.0, no one has ever seen your boss, at least when they have they never came back out of his office, if they did come back they weren't alive, you were known as Mrs.Valentine of borouqe works, you were the most dedicated to your job out of all the other members, and you were the most kindest. So when Mr.2 knocked on your cubical you were a bit scared when he had told you that the boss had requested to see you... you wandered if perhaps you weren't doing your job as neatly as you could have been, or if you'd some how insulted your boss and were unaware, you began to panic and think that maybe you'd sharpened to many pencils and a noise complaint had been given to your boss, or was it the self baked goods that you'd leave in the lunch space for the other members, or what if.... You stopped your train of thought when you had finally reached the ground floor, the space that your boss Mr.0 resided in.
As you walked down the many steps of stairs you noticed that you had been walking towards an aquarium, when you reached the last step you could make out a desk and table in the center. an office chair was placed behind the desk facing the front of the aquarium so it's back was facing you. You looked at the aquarium finally able to see the aquatic creatures that filled the tank.... they were bannagators...big ones, your fear began to grow stronger as a voice from the chair called out to you, knowing that it was Mr.0 you tensed up.

Mr.0's pov: Come Mrs.Valentine, there's a seat infont of my desk, there's something that I'd like to ask you...

Y/n's pov: that voice... it sounded familiar, like I've heard it before.... it sounded rough but smooth at the end of every word he said...I took a glance at the small chair infront of the desk before walking over towards it to sit down, as I took in a shaky breath and walked over I could have sworn that I felt someone's hand slide across my ass and grab it, I turned around but no one was there, alarmed at the feeling I sprinted over to the seat and sat down...

Mr.0: you look nervous Mrs.Valentine.... you aren't scared of me are you....?

Y/n's pov: n-no sir...!

Mr.0's pov: Good, but I've noticed that you look tense...Tell me what's bothering you...?

Y/n's pov: w-well sir... um, you see it's just that I don't quite understand why you needed to see me...

Mr.0's pov: Are you sure that's the only thing making you nervous...?

Y/n's pov: w-well um... when I was walking towards the chair it felt like someone was touching me inappropriately...

Mr.0's pov: and did it feel good y/n...?

Y/n's pov: h-how do you know my real name...?!?

Mr.0's pov: I'm the boss I know all of my employees real identities, what employer would I be if I didn't know....?

Y/n's pov: As he said that a hand formed itself from sand right infront of my legs, on each finger adorned in expensive rings, his hand placed itself on my left thigh as he tenderly rubbed in circles with his thumb, the sand made me convinced now that I knew who Mr.0 truly was.... his real identity, was Crocodile, know wonder that sultry suave voice sounded so familiar. My thoughts where confirmed when the chair swiveled so that he was now facing me, his eyes held that usual blank serious expression, as his mouth held one of his cigar's, his lips curved into a cocky smirk.