Afterdeath One-Shots [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Maid!Geno x Reaper: A Bet you Say? (lemon)

A/N: I've been having a lot of trouble with the main one-shot I've been currently working on (by the way, it feels like it's taking a year to finish). It's the same one-shot that I accidentally published, so um... I hope no one noticed that.

Anyways, the main thing is: I felt like I needed to make some sort of story to keep my mind off of that chaos of a one-shot (as well as not to seem more dead than I already am with this book), so here's what I managed to spit out.

Geno's POV
I mentally cursed at myself for the situation I've landed myself into. Currently, I'm standing in front of the bathroom mirror wearing a, I groan at the sight, maid outfit. A short, frilly, slutty maid outfit to be exact. Just another stupid thing Reaper owns to devolve me for his own amusement. I let out a quiet hiss... that kinky bastard.

As I slipped on the accessories (thigh-high stockings, and flats), I began to remember the events that took place that landed me in this mess in the first place. A bet with Reaper. Of course I was stupid enough to suggest another bet. Basically, whoever could drink the most alcohol that night without passing out, wins, and could tell the other what to do with no objections. Because of Reaper's higher alcohol tolerance, he won, and now I have to follow whatever orders he gives for two weeks. Two. Whole. Weeks. I groaned once more as I remembered all the demeaning things he's told me to do so far. Although it's only day three, he had already put a dumb collar on me, told me to address him as master, sit on his lap whenever I want to sit down, to give him a kiss every time I see him, and now this stupid maid outfit. I knew Reaper would be kinky, but he's really milking this whole ordeal.

My attention was soon brought to the present as a knock at the door interrupts me from my thoughts.

"You nearly done in there, babe?" I quickly turned my head towards the door and give a sharp glare, knowing full well it won't do shit for me, but continue anyways.

"Yeah, yeah, just be patient," I muttered annoyedly, hearing a light chuckle in response.

"Now, now. That's not the way you speak to your master, now is it~?" Reaper cooed seductively before continuing, "Hm, maybe you deserve a punishment..." I mentally growled to myself before quietly muttering an apology.

"What was that, hun? I didn't hear it," he snickered to himself, clearly enjoying the teasing I'm receiving. My teeth grit tightly together as I nearly reach my peak in annoyance. I briskly slam the door open in irritation to see the bastard wearing a pleased smirk at my appearance. I quickly realise how much of a mistake that was and an inevitable blush spreads across my cheeks.

"Sorry," I say as bluntly as possible, trying to deter my embarrassment as Reaper drifted his dark eyes up and down my body.

"You look adorable, love." I scoffed, looking away.

"Whatever, I'm gonna go make breakfast now." As I turn away towards the kitchen, my body was briskly spun back around, a firm grip now keeping me on Reapers chest. My blush grew darker as I look up to see that smug bastard grinning at me.

"You seem to be forgetting something, love~" he coos, leaning in close. I wore a slightly confused expression at the sentence, but soon realise what he meant. I groan and roll my eye before straightening myself up, leaning in closer and giving Reaper a small peck on the lips.

"Much better~" I shot a sharp glare before pushing my way out of his grip, him letting me go, but follows behind me into the kitchen.

•••

Although Reaper stared at me for the entire duration of the meal, breakfast passed relatively normally. Of course with Reaper being Reaper, he dropped his usual line of awful  flirts. Now that I think about it however, his words were far more... suggestive than usual, but I quickly dismiss the thought, not wanting to dwell on it.