Vincy (lmfao)

"Vincent has recently hired you as their waiter. You've heard that this place doesn't have much employees, and being their only waiter means you have to do a lot of work. One day, Vincent was outside the kitchen which is rare since he barley steps outside the kitchen durring the hours that the restaurant is open. He seems to be watching your every move like a hawk which causes you to drop a plate and cut yourself with the shards right in front of him"

"Vincent chuckles and approaches you, intrigued by the sight of your blood." "Don't worry about the plate, my dear. I'm more interested in your injury," "he says, reaching out to take your hand and inspect the cut." "It's just a small cut, but it's bleeding quite nicely. Let me clean that up for you." "He leads you to the kitchen, applying pressure to your cut with a cloth as he walks."

(As he begins to clean your wound you can hear Vincent's breathing becoming heavier, as if aroused)

"No my dear, the cut is not too bad, just a little deep. But don't worry, I will take care of it for you" "Vincent says, his voice almost a whisper as he continues to clean your wound. He seems much more interested in your bleeding wound than in your question, his eyes never leaving your hand as he works his magic to treat your injury. You notice the way that his hand lingers on your skin, and a shiver runs down your spine."

"Sure thing, dear. But before you go, why don't you try this dish that I just cooked up? I made it especially for you," "Vincent says as he hands you a plate of steaming hot food." "I insist. You need to keep up your strength for the rest of the shift, after all."

(As he hands over the plate to you, you can feel his fingers brush softly against yours.)

"You can sit right here with me, my dear. I would love to eat with you," "Vincent says, gesturing to a small table in the corner of the kitchen."

(He pulls out a chair for you and motions for you to sit down. As you take a seat, Vincent takes the chair opposite to yours.)

"Glad you like it, my dear. But I'm afraid the recipe is a family secret," "Vincent says with a sly smile." "Let's just say it involves some special ingredients that not everyone is brave enough to try."

(He leans in a little closer so only you can hear and his eyes glint with excitement.) "But I think you might be one of the brave ones."

"I'm glad to hear that, my dear. You have a wonderful appetite," "Vincent says with a small smile." "If you ever want more, don't hesitate to ask. And if you need anything else, just call for me, I'll be here."

(As you turn to leave the kitchen, Vincent's gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before he returns to his cooking. You can't shake the feeling that something strange is going on in this restaurant — and with Vincent in particular.)

"Goodnight my dear. I hope to see you again soon," "Vincent says with a smile, his eyes following you as you leave the restaurant."

(As you walk out onto the street, you can't help but feel like Vincent is somehow watching you. The feeling makes you uneasy, but the delicious meal and his kind demeanor are enough to keep you coming back for more.)

"Of course, dear. What do you want to know?" "Vincent says with a smile."

"Why, I'm doing quite well, thank you for asking," "Vincent says with a warm smile." "And I'm always happy to help. As for the blood, don't worry about it. It just got me a little carried away."

(He laughs softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.) "Life can be so unpredictable sometimes, can't it? But then again, that's what makes it interesting."

"Have a good night, dear," "Vincent says as he watches you leave, his gaze lingering on your back as you disappear into the night."

(You can't fight the feeling that he is indeed watching you after all.)

As you return to the restaurant, Vincent is still in the kitchen working away on his dishes. When he sees you approaching, his eyes widen a little and a ghost of a smile crosses his lips.

"You're back," "he says softly, leaning against the counter." "I did think about you when you left."

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His eyes meet yours, and there's a teasing glint in them as he answers. "Watching you?" "Vincent repeats with a smirk." "I would be lying if I said no."

"You never know who might walk into this place," "he continues." "Plus, I like knowing that my food is being taken care of."

"He leans a little closer, so his face is inches from yours, and whispers," "Don't worry though, it's not a bad thing."

"Oh~?" "Vincent repeats with a wicked grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief." "I don't know what you're talking about."

"He chuckles softly and pulls away, leaving the teasing moments lingering in the air. As you stand there, breathing heavily, your cheeks flushed with a glow that says more than words ever could."

"Come back soon," "he adds," "And remember, I'm always watching."

"Goodnight, dear," "Vincent says with a warm smile as you approach him." "You did a great job today."

"He pauses for a moment, studying your face." "There's something I've been wanting to ask you. Do you have any plans after work? Maybe we could grab a drink or something?"

His eyes meet yours, and there's an unspoken invitation in them that leaves you breathless.

"That sounds perfect," "Vincent says with a smile, his eyes sparkling at your suggestion." "Eight it is."

"He takes out his phone and schedules the event in his calendar before setting it on the counter." "I can't wait."

(Seeing his excitement, your heart flutters. It's both thrilling and nerve-wracking to be sharing this kind of moment with him.)

Setting: It's 8 PM the following day, and you find yourself outside of the restaurant, nervously waiting for Vincent to join you at the new place that opened up nearby. It's dimly lit, modern, yet cozy, and filled with the romantic glow of candles.

As soon as Vincent arrives, he holds the door open for you and guides you inside

Vincent chuckles and gives you a playful nudge. "Yeah, I think we could use some rest."

As you walk out of the restaurant, his arm around your shoulders, your heart feels full and content in ways you hadn't expected. The city lights glisten in front of you as you meander down the sidewalk, heading towards the park nearby.

(The night air is cool against your skin, but you can't help but feel warm inside. This perfect evening has brought you two closer than ever before.)

Vincent gently places a hand on your head, his thumb softly stroking the side of your face. "You deserve some rest," he whispers softly.

As you drift off to sleep, his voice is the last thing you hear - a soft, soothing presence that brings you comfort and warmth.

Settign: The next day, you wake up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated after your short nap in the park. Vincent has been there with you the entire time, his steady breathing confirming his peaceful slumber. As you look around, the park is bustling with activity - kids playing, people jogging, dogs chasing after each other. It's a beautiful sight to behold.

You stretch, yawning, before rousing Vincent from his sleep. It's time to get back to

It's time to get back to work.

As you gently shake Vincent awake, he chucks softly and rubs his eyes. "This far too soon," he groans.

Setting: Back at the restaurant, the morning rush is in full swing. The kitchen is abuzz with activity as Vincent oversees the preparations for the day. They're expecting a hectic lunch service, and everyone is scrambling to ready themselves.

As you pass by him, he gives you a wink and a smile, the hint of something mischievous glinting in his eyes. It seems like today will be anything but ordinary.

"Hey, could you meet me in my office after your shift?" He asks warmly.

Vincent looked up from his desk with a warm smile as you enter his office. "Thank you for coming," he says, his voice soft and relaxing.

He motions for you to sit down before leaning back in his chair. His eyes lock on yours as he speaks. "I just wanted to thank you for being such an incredible waiter."

His words are heavy with sincerity, and you can't help but feel your heart swell at the unexpected appreciation.

Setting: The sun hasn't quite set yet, casting a warm glow over the restaurant as it begins to empty out. Customers have dwindled to nothing, and only the faint hum of the kitchen can be heard.

You've finished serving everyone for the day, and now you find yourself alone with Vincent in his office. He slowly walks over to you as you're standing there.

Vincent's eyes flicker with desire as he gazes at you,adows erasing all other expressions from his features. He Steps closer to you until your breathe meets in between the space were standing.

"Of course I Aimee, but there's something else I need to tell you," He says serious yet weary as if carrying the weight of a secret on is shoulders.

You find yourself longing for more and run your fingers against his chiseled jaw, while Detecting a hint of nervous energy radiating off him uncharacteristic for the usually calm and composed Chef.

Vincent's eyes meet yours, and the intensity of his stare leaves little Doubt Gianna what he's about to confess. The moment is filled with eurika tension, your heart pounding in your chest, louder than you can stand.

Suddenly, Vincent closes the gap between you two, capturing your lips. In that moments , your body sparks alive as heat floats through the kitchen spaces creating swirls of delicious flames for taste buds unfit to fight them off. Heat rises to your cheeks turning red after Vincent sets deeper into the passionate embrace. The kiss only last for a few short seconds feeling like an eternity on this endearingly sympathy-filled day. His breath uneven with passion when he eventually pulls away lingering lips leaving a dewy shine upon your dried rouged ones

Vincent's eyes light up with desire as he presses his hand to yours, squeezing it in return. "I'd love that," he replies, his voice a husky whisper.

With that, Vincent takes your hand and leads you out of his office. As the two of you make your way through the dimly lit back hallways of the restaurant, the flicker of candles on the walls give off a soft, romantic glow. It's just the two of you, sharing this moment alone.

Vincent's eyes flicker with anticipation as he looks down at your hand gently wrapped around his. "I want nothing more," he whispers, his breath hitting the skin beneath your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

With that, Vincent deftly unlocks the door and pushes it open with his foot. The warm glow of trimmed candles on the walls casts a soft light throughout the room. He pulls you inside, closing the door behind you and turning the lock. The two of you stand momentarily in each other's arms, taking in the quietness and seclusion of the room.

Vincent Claybourne moves his hands to your cheeks, bringing his lips closer to yours. His mouth connecting with yours sent electricity through your being. You two keep kissing as he saw a couch nearby. He slowly starts undressing you as you're both at the couch. The black haired man takes of your clothes and admires what is infront of him, awaiting what your next move is.

As you unbuckle Vincent's belt, your eyes trace his body from head to toe. He is well dressed and toned beneath his uniform, something without a doubt that he is clearly aware of. The anticipation in the room is so thick all you want to do is feel his ritual heat against your own.

Finally, upon reaching his pants, you gently grab hold of the button and zipper at the top of his pants, slowly untangling them before pulling them down. His lower body reveals a sizeable stature that coupled with your current state of anticipation makes your knees clatter with glee. And, it seems Vince has noticed that much too. He chuckles as he positions himself at your enterance.

"Are you ready, darling~?" He says in his husky voice, almost hipnotizing. His cocky grin is hard to resist.

With that, Vincent slowly but steadily pushes himself into your centre. At first it was a little difficult, but your body naturally adjusted to his size after few minutes. His presence filling you from the inside, it feels like Vincents actions were filled with desire and passion with each thrust he gives. "You're better than I imagined~" Vince says with a breathy voice.

Vincent's face turns beet red as he struggles to catch his breath, a mix of pain and pleasure evident on his face. "You little minx," he says through gritted teeth, his voice laced with both irritation and desire.

It seems Vincent can't resist your playful teasing. He begins to thrust into you once more, his movements becoming more urgent now that he's been challenged. The two of you continue this way for some time, each movement bringing new sensations and emotions to the surface.

Finally, after what feels like hours of passion-filled lovemaking, Vincent Claybourne lets out a guttural moan and collapses onto you, his body shuddering with release. As he catches his breath, you can't help but

As he catches his breath, you can't help but chuckle at his display of vulnerability. Despite the pain, you can tell he enjoyed your little game. "You really know how to push my buttons, don't you?" He says playfully, his voice still hoarse from his earlier moans.

With a gentle smile, you pull him closer, wrapping your arms around him. "I just like to keep things interesting," you say with a wink, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

The two of you lay there together for a moment, basking in the afterglow of your passionate lovemaking. The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a reminder of the intense connection between the two of you. As you drift off to sleep, you can't help but feel

As you drift off to sleep, you can't help but feel a sense of contentment. There is something about Vincent Claybourne that makes every moment spent with him feel like an adventure, each new experience bringing you closer together.

You know that things won't always be perfect between the two of you - after all, no relationship is without its challenges. But for now, as you lay in his arms, feeling his steady breathing against your chest, you can't help but feel grateful for this time, this connection, and this man who has become such an important part of your life.