Sanscest One-shots (Fluff/Smut) :::Requests:::CLOSED

:::Afterdeath::: Service Hours -- Cop!Reaper x Criminal!Geno(Lemon)

A/N: Image by Nekophy

(Edit: put the picture on the wrong cop/criminal one shot and was just too lazy to fix it until now.)

Geno's POV::

The tapping on the table slowly starts to drive me insane. This asshole has been analyzing some documents for what feel like an eternity. I sighed in frustration, trying to get Reaper's attention.

"Impatient are we?" He lifted his gaze up to meet mine for a moment, then bringing it back to the papers in his hand. He placed them down on the table giving me a devious gaze. "Looks like you're gonna have to serve some hours," I scoffed, sitting there in a general silence. "And it looks like you'll be coming home with me," I raised a figurative eyebrow at him.

"What? Am I gonna do your laundry?" I said sarcastically.

"More or less," I gave him a confused look, not actually thinking he was serious. "..but, " He rummages through a cabinet under his desk, leaving me to question what else he has to taunt me. "You'll have to wear this," Reaper smirked at me, pulling out a folded set of clothes. I give it a quizzical look, leaning forward to pull it towards me. Lifting it up, the article becomes fully visible to me.

"What the fuck is this?" I stand up in a fury, holding it out in front of Reaper, but he maintained his smug look at me.

"That is your new uniform," He spoke casually.

"There is no way in hell I'm wearing this!" There are many things he's done to piss me off, but this is taking it to a whole new level. I threw the attire onto the desk, refusing to make contact with it again.

"Well, I suppose I could reassign your hours to work in the sewer," I remained speechless, staring wide-eyed at him in disbelief. I growled lowly as I begrudgingly snatched the 'uniform' off his desk. "That's what I thought~" He hummed in satisfaction.

***

"You almost ready in there?" I heard Reaper through the door of the bathroom, joined by a knock. I faced the mirror in disgust at the maid outfit I've been forced to wear. The dress reached about halfway down my thigh and the neck was cut extremely low. I felt like I had more exposed bone than not, and just the thought of that made me shudder. I sighed in frustration before turning towards the door, twisting the knob. I closed the door behind me, standing right in front of Reaper. I felt heat rise to my cheeks in embarrassment, and he gave me a pleased smirk at my appearance. "You look great, love~" I glared at him, tightening my hands to fists, wanting so hard to punch him. He takes a few steps towards me, my back hitting the door behind. I shut my eyes, looking away as I felt Reaper lean even closer to me, nearly closing the distance between us. My eyes snapped open as I heard a click, and Reaper retreated to his original stance. Placing my hand around my neck, I feel a collar strapped around, fury grew in my eyes.

"What the hell did you put on me?!" Reaper only kept up his smirking, making my want to strangle him ever stronger.

"Just a tracking collar, incase you had any ideas of running off," I growled under my breath, but once again leave Reaper unperturbed. "Anyway..." Reaper grabbed my wrist, pulling me hard so I would fall onto his chest causing my face to burn more. "I have some sheets I'd like for you to fold," I pushed away from him, trying to at least cut the contact. He pointed to a hamper next to him filled with white sheets, still upholding that terrible smirk of his. I walk over to the basket, ready to get to work, sending a menacing grimace to Reaper before I do. He gave a subtle shrug, before turning on his heels and walking away.

***

Chore after chore, he kept giving me, just as my assignment entailed but with every one, it's as if he's toying with me. Although I can't complain that much. He feeds me like a normal person and give me a guest room to sleep in: sure beats prison. I took a deep breath trying to relax myself as I was finishing up the cleaning in one of the rooms. As I stood up I felt Reaper walk behind me. I was going to turn around to meet his eyes but Reaper quickly stopped that motion, wrapping his arm around my waist.