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Mr. Beauty and Brains

A chicken shop date

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An interview with a famous philosophy professor who gained fame from being one of the youngest in his field and being an attractive one, too. Is an interview for a first date too much?

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Professor!Joseph Descamps x Interviewer!Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff

Yes, this is in direct reference to Amelia Dimoldenberg's Chicken Shop Date.

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Joseph Descamps was just a normal philosophy professor. He taught at an English university, a bit far from home, but it pays well.

Emphasis on was.

When one of his students posts a video of him with the caption, "When your philosophy teacher is your age," he goes from living a normal life to worldwide news.

Everyone commented on his young age, yes, but they mostly comment on how good-looking he was. Back in France, he wasn't really considered good-looking. More so "mid-looking." He guesses it's him growing out his hair.

So, maybe, just maybe, when you were scrolling through your news feed and found the man in an article called "Young and beautiful: Philosophy professor gains fame," you thought to interview him.

It would benefit you and your fans. Your fans because they seem to be interested in the man, too, and you because your channel can grow. Plus, a date with beauty and brains? Who would turn that down?

So when you got in contact with him, asking for a date-interview, expecting him to say no, he surprisingly agreed.

There you were now in that chicken shop, ready for a date with the hot philosophy professor. What could go wrong?

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"I actually watch your videos." Joseph says casually, dipping his fries into some ketchup and nibbling it down. Though he teaches in London, his french accent is very audible.

"Really?" I ask in disbelief. I didn't know professors, especially pretty ones like him, watched videos like mine.

"Yeah. That's why I agreed." He chuckles, taking a sip of his drink. "I saw your text and didn't believe it. I was in the middle of my class, my students were taking an exam, and then suddenly, your name popped up. I literally stood up from my chair in shock. Ask one of thosw kids, they'll tell you."

I laugh at the situation, then act unsurprised. "Oh, yeah, well, I tend to give people that reaction. You know, Jude Bellingham quite literally passed out."

He laughs out loud, whipping his head back. When he regains composure, he asks a question that gets me weak in the knees, and I'm already sitting down.

"Yeah?"

Fuck, he sounded good. It's weird to think he's a teacher.

"Yeah."

"Well, anyone would if it's a date with you." I smile slightly, blush coating my cheeks.

"I know."

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"I heard you used to model." He chuckles, bringing a hand to the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I did. Just needed to pay for my own education." He tilts his head, smiling up at me. Why is he so cute?

"That's cool. I mean, you are pretty tall." I shrug, keeping my act up. He smiles at this even more.

"Why do you act like that?" He asks, voice low.

"Like what?" I act dumb, nibbling on my food.

"Like you hate me." I squint, looking to the side.

"Well, what if I do?" I raise my eyebrows in question.

"You don't." He's right. I don't.

"How are you so sure?" I clear my throat, the tension in the air thick.

"I just do." He leans back in his chair. "But that's alright. Turns me on."

"Yeah, I totally hate you." He laughs a breath, and I roll my eyes with a smile.

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"What's your type?" I ask, sipping on my drink.

"Um, probably smart girls. I like them smart." He nods, and I nod along.

"Well, not to brag or anything, but I competed in maths all throughout high school." I purse my lips, shrugging. He leans in with endearment.

"Did you really?" He seems so eager. I'm suddenly thankful for all of the late nights I stayed up during my school years.

"Yup. Nothing special." I take a bite of my chicken, and Joseph only stares with wide eyes and a half open mouth.

"That's... That's fucking hot." He leans back, wiping a hand on his face.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic." He chuckles briefly, leaning back in with his arms on the table.

"Oh God, marry me." It was my turn to laugh. When he doesn't laugh with me, my smile drops.

"Are you serious? Why?" I furrow my brows, genuinely confused. This beautiful and smart man in front of me wants to marry me?

"Cause I'm in love with you? I mean, I got a job early in my age, maybe I should get married early, too." He shrugs as if it were simple.

"In your dreams, Mr. Descamps." He licks his lips with a smile, and I almost melt.

"I was hoping for an "I do", but that works, too. I'll dream about you." Why does he have to talk like this. Damn the french.

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When I get reminded of the fact there's a camera crew neside us recording every single interaction, I secretly wish they hadn't captured the way his knees touched mine under the table, or how his fingers fiddled with the tips of mind when both our hands were on the table.

We were about to say goodbye, when-

"Can I get your number?" Joseph asks, towering over me with his hands in his pockets. I was gonna say yes a million times, then pull him in to make out with me, but that's a bit too much. Some teasing might work.

"What, you want another interview?" I ask, smiling a bit up at him.

"No. But I won't mind it. I just want you." I blush at this, my legs feeling jelly again, worse now that I'm stood up.

"Sure, whatever, I don't care." He hands me his phone, and I jot the number down, not failing to notice the name,"Mrs. Descamps" placed on the contact already. I don't stop it.

"I'll text, I promise." He purses his lips, looking at me with genuinity. I smile softly, kissing his cheek.

"I know you will." I get up on my tip toes to kiss his cheek.

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So, you may or may not be on the top most tweets on the internet, name next to Joseph's on the tag, "#MrDescampsCSD."

After the video was posted, people started shipping you. They gave you the ship name "J-Y/N." You wouldn't say it bothered you, because it doesn't.

And yes, the media caught you kissing his cheek. And yes, they think you're dating. But who's dumb enough to believe that?

"Chérie?" A voice calls out from your flat's corridor, followed by the door closing and keys dropping on the table.

"In here!" I shout from my place on the couch. I feel lips press on my temple.

"Half day today, I told you. I'm making lunch." Joseph Descamps says as he peeks at what you're reading.

"What's J-Y/N?" He squints his eyes at the screen, trying to read a bit more. I pull the phone from his sight, sitting up.

"Nothing you need to worry about, joli. Come here." I stand up, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. Always, after work, no matter what time he gets off, he'll receive a hug and more from me.

He sighs deeply, loosely wrapping his arms around my waist and inhaling my scent.

"I needed this."

"You always do." I kiss his hair, swaying absentmindedly.

Okay, you have to admit, it's pretty cool thinking that you were just interviewing him and now you live in the same place. He was only a professor before he met you. Now he's in love.

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This is so cutesy. Also made this bcs of lando. Like ik im late asf but atleast its smth 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

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Sweet Serendipity | Park Jimin | One shot

pairing: sugardaddy!jimin x sugarbaby!oc

summary: You found yourself drawn to the world of sugar babying, craving a taste of the luxurious life that had always seemed out of reach. It was a decision fueled by curiosity and a desire to experience something new. And that's how you crossed paths with Park Jimin, a man whose charm and wealth promised to fulfill your longing for extravagance and adventure.

warning: +18, rough and quick sex, vaginal sex, nipples licking, protected sex, explicit language (obviously), couch sex, sugardaddy!jimin, sugarbaby!oc

In a sprawling mansion nestled within the heart of the city, Jimin lived in lavish comfort. His home exuded opulence, with marble floors gleaming under crystal chandeliers, and sprawling gardens adorned with vibrant blooms. Every corner whispered of extravagance, from the grandiose staircase winding its way to the upper floors to the panoramic views of the skyline visible from every window. It was a testament to Jimin's immense success.

Despite the grandeur surrounding him, Jimin couldn't shake the feeling of solitude that lingered in the halls of his mansion. Surrounded by luxury, he yearned for something more, a connection that transcended material wealth.

As Jimin longed for more, you, his sugar baby, stood before him, a vision of beauty, igniting a spark of excitement and anticipation within him.

"Are we going to start your part of the deal?" you inquire, your voice steady but tinged with anticipation. Jimin smiles as he lowers himself onto the soft plush couch, he gestures to the empty space beside him. You join him, feeling a rush of excitement mingled with nervousness.

"Straight to the point, hm?" Jimin's voice is smooth, almost velvety, sending a thrill down your spine. His dark eyes hold a glint of amusement as he takes in your boldness. "I admire that," he adds, his words carrying a hint of intrigue.

"I want to get to know you more before I fuck you, sweetheart," Jimin continues, his tone softening as he reaches for a glass of champagne on the glass table. In that moment, it's clear that there's more to this arrangement than just business—a spark of curiosity and connection flickers between you, igniting a desire to explore deeper into each other's worlds.

"Champagne?" Jimin asks, his brow raised inquisitively. You nod in response, reaching for one of the glasses on the table and taking a delicate sip.

"You look beautiful, Y/n" Jimin remarks, breaking the silence as he too takes a sip of champagne. His eyes linger on you with a hunger that is softened by his innate elegance.

"I could say the same about you, Jimin" you reply with a small smirk, mirroring his actions and taking another sip of champagne. Jimin chuckles, clearly enjoying your wit and confidence.

As tension thickens in the air, your thoughts drift towards Jimin's life, veiled in mystery. Despite the enigmatic aura surrounding him, one thing is evident: he's a stunningly handsome man who effortlessly leaves you feeling weak in the knees.

"Like what you see, sweetheart?" Jimin's voice carries a teasing smirk as he catches you stealing glances at him.

"I do." you reply, matching his teasing tone, setting your glass down on the table. Jimin's smile widens mischievously as he leans in, intrigued.

"Tell me, what do you like?" he asks, curiosity dancing in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" you ask, tilting your head in confusion.

Jimin's chuckle carries a hint of surprise, intrigued by your apparent innocence. "I mean, what are your kinks, favourite positions, your limits?" he clarifies, his voice low and filled with anticipation, as if he's eager to explore every possibility with you.

"Oh," you murmur, relaxing into the plush cushions of the couch, you meet Jimin's gaze with a newfound confidence.

"This is about you, Park Jimin," you declare, your voice laced with seduction. "I am yours for tonight."

Jimin's eyes darken with lust as he watches you, his gaze filled with desire. "You're mine for tonight?" he repeats, his voice husky with anticipation, relishing the idea of having you all to himself.

"So I get to do whatever I want?" Jimin's voice is laced with a playful smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he considers the possibilities.

Leaning towards him, you let your breath dance across his ear as you whisper seductively, "Anything you want." Your words send a shiver down his spine, igniting a fire within him as he feels a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins.

A low growl escapes Jimin's lips as he leans in closer, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you in with a hunger that matches your own. In that moment, the air tingles with raw desire, and you both lean in.

You drew closer, the air buzzed with anticipation. Your eyes met, silently conveying your longing. Finally, your lips touched in a gentle kiss. It was soft and tender, a moment of pure connection where you lost yourselves in each other's warmth. Time seemed to stop as you savored the sweetness of the embrace, completely lost in the moment.

Your hearts raced, the kiss grew bolder, deeper, more passionate. His tongue darted out to trace the outline of your lips before slipping inside your mouth, tangling with yours in a sensual dance. You moaned softly against him, arching into his touch as your bodies melted together.

You met his movements with equal skill, teasing him with flicks of your own tongue before slipping into deeper kisses that left you both breathless.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally pulled away from the kiss, panting softly. He brushed a stray lock of hair from your face before leaning in to press another tender kiss on your cheek. "Do you want me to fuck you right here?"

Eager for his touch, you respond with a breathless, "Yes, please." Jimin's lips curve into a knowing smirk, his eyes alight with anticipation as he leans closer, pressing his lips against your neck.

As he kissed your neck, his hands snaked under your dress, tracing along your inner thigh until they found their way into your panties. His fingers traced the outline of your pussy lips, teasing you as his tongue continued to lick and nip at your neck.

You moaned softly at his touch, arching into his fingers as they teased your clit. Your hips bucked against his hand in silent plea for more. The combination of his tongue on your skin and his fingers dancing over her clit was driving you wild with desire.

With growing urgency, he began to undress you, pulling off your clothes piece by piece. He pushed up your dress, revealing the lacy black underwear. Next, he slipped off your bra, allowing your full breasts to spill free.

His hands cupped your breasts, weighing them in his palms. His mouth dropped to one of your breast, drawing the nipple into his mouth. He teased it with his tongue, sucking and nibbling gently before moving to the other breast. He flicked the nipple with his tongue, causing you to gasp in pleasure.

With his mouth still wrapped around your nipple, he reached down to his pants and unzipped them. He pulled out his hard cock, already glistening with pre-cum. He rolled on a condom, tugging it down over his length with a satisfying snap.

"Spread your legs sweetheart" Jimin growled into your ear, his voice thick with lust. Without hesitation, you spread your legs wide, offering him complete access to your dripping pussy.

He grips your hips firmly so that he could position himself between your thighs. He moves his hands to your waist, holding you steady. With a slow, steady pace, he guided his cock into your pussy. You moaned his name as he filled you up with his thickness stretching your walls and hitting your G-spot perfectly. "So fucking tight" Jimin groaned, slamming his hips into you.

The sound of your skins slapping together filled the room. He began to thrust harder and faster, pounding into you with a primal rhythm. You arched your back, meeting each of his powerful strokes with equal force. Your nails dug into his shoulders as your moans got louder.

"Tell me, sweetheart" he whispered hoarsely in your ear. "Tell me how much you love my cock inside you."

"Fuck! I love your cock buried deep inside me." you cried out.

He growled low in his throat, picking up the pace even more. His hips snapped against yours, driving his cock deeper with every thrust. Your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through you.

As you both neared your climaxes, the room seemed to echo with your moans and gasps. His thrusts grew shorter and more intense while you tightened around him, signaling your imminent release.

You came around his cock, your inner walls squeezing tighter and tighter on his shaft. Jimin threw his head back, his body quaked with the force of his orgasm, his cum spurting into the condom as he filled it totally.

He pulled out of you gently, his cock still partially hard inside the condom. Your breathing slowly returned to normal as you both calmed down. Sweat glistening on your bodies, and soft moans still escaped from you occasionally.

"That was...amazing," you panted, looking up at him with a mix of awe and desire in your eyes. He leaned down to kiss you softly on the lips.

Jimin broke the kiss and grinned down at you. "I want to do this more often, with you," he said as he tossed the used condom into a nearby trashcan. "You're addicting."

a/n: I actually had sm fun writing this because it was a new experience for me.

i hope you guys liked it too ♡

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