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laundry room ノ sunday

ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . 2.9k ノ fem reader — reader is a hotel maid . doing laundry ノ possible dubcon warning because he ignores your request once or twice ノ slight pain . forced discomfort . overstimulation ノ do some stretches before reading because we’re folding you almost in half here :3 ノ restraint — tying wrists with a belt ノ secret affair . hiding the relationship . controlling behaviour ノ cumming inside . assume there is some sort of protection ノ petnames — dove . angel . love

the room smells of detergent, a pleasant freshness of imaginative flowers and meadows, though it’s thick and damp from the opened doors of the washing machines.

your clothes are soaked through with sweat from the heavy and stuffed air, a sign that the day was long and laborious. the usual of the hotel maid, always running errands and exhausting yourself even though all you had to do today was just to fold these clothes and towels… and sheets… and handkerchiefs… all done neatly and put into categorised baskets.

the dim lamps cast a cappuccino-coloured light, scattering in the subtle fog of moisture until you can’t see much apart from your hands on the perfectly white fabrics.

however, your peace doesn’t last forever. it seems sunday has been following you not so long ago, for his scent is filling your nose like an expensive perfume as he walks up behind you. you don’t need to turn around to know who it is, so you remain hunched over the pile of linens in front of you.

“don’t bother looking at me, dove.” he orders coldly and you freeze where you are standing. “finish folding these up first, will you?”

you exhale deeply, but there’s no room for you to object. with quick movements of your arms and precise turns of your wrists, you continue working, but it’s getting difficult as he hugs you tighter. he buries his face into the back of your neck, leaving lazy kisses that send shivers down your spine. his touch burns through your uniform.

as he palms your hip, he adds more force on his hold and pulls you against him until you feel how hard he already is.

“i can’t believe we have to hide in the laundry room to spend time together, angel… i wish i could just take you to my apartment…” he whispers quietly between planting kisses along the side of your throat. his voice is soft yet impatient. he speaks words as if they were prayers, his lips worshipping you with each word. “i long for comfort of your body… everything else is so stressful…”

sunday leans in so close now that he feels your shoulders stiffen a bit before relaxing again as his gentle palms keep massaging your sides and hips. however, despite what his tongue whispers in your ears, your heart skips a beat as soon as he locks the doors shut with one hand.

you’re trapped here now. he isn’t planning to let you go anytime soon.

his mouth travels into your hair, breathing hot against your sensitive scalp, which sends an unexpected wave of pleasure to the very bottom of your stomach. his fingertips slide across your thighs, your hands tremble against the damp towel you just picked up to fold it once more.

slowly he unties your apron from behind, fingers touching and fumbling around your waist longer than necessary as if trying to make sure he missed no single spot that belongs to you.

with how distracted you’re getting, you finally give up on folding the towels any further. it’s futile. the cotton soft strands of his fluffy locks tickle your exposed skin until you squirm and yelp in his hold as he disrobes you piece by piece, the dewy air sticking to your skin like a layer of unspoken desires.

“what would happen if anyone finds out, hmm?” you breathe softly, trying to look calm. you shift slightly. “your reputation could be tarnished forever…”

“perhaps,” he admits. you hear the rustling of clothes and you realise he’s pulling out his belt. then there’s silence in the room aside from the droning rumble of the machines and the sounds of your overlapping breaths.

“that doesn’t scare you?” you whisper, even quieter, a bit concerned about being caught or something happening to him. but the moment sunday twists your arm behind your back to tie your hands with the strip of leather, it becomes quite obvious that he is the last person you should ever worry about.

“i think i prefer having my image dirtied than going mad without you for another day…”

with a gentle push of his hand between your shoulder blades, he bends you against the counter, the collision soft and lovely thanks to all the towels. you lay your cheek on them, still warm and damp after the laundry. you don’t mind though since it smells good.

but that smell doesn’t stay in your head for too long as he taps your ass, grabbing and squeezing the cheeks between his desirous palms. even though you’re used to this type of play, your hips sway in surprise and you inhale sharply, biting on the edge of your lower lip to muffle out any sounds, just in case.

the excitement rises gradually as his fingers roll down your pantyhose to the middle of your thighs, patting and fondling the flesh, spreading your ass apart just to glide between your hot folds.

curiously, you watch him from a discomforting angle take the alabaster white glove in his teeth, pulling by the expensive fabric just to free his hand, now elegantly swiping thumb up and down your core, sending tremors up your legs.

he traces your clit up and down until the glide is smooth, slippery — skin glistening in the dull light. your toes curl in your shoes in anticipation, and there’s an ache in your abdomen as he gives you only small caresses instead of taking you just as roughly as he spoke about it.

the tension in his grip tells you he’s just as fed up with teasing, yet his fingers continue their soft journey along your neck, sliding over the thin threads of your baby hair, grazing over your ear. his breath is hot and shallow on your sensitive nape, sending a thrill through your body.

then, finally, you feel his erection rub along the opening of your core, smearing in your essence as his other hand clutches on your tied wrists in one palm, holding you firmly down.

“s-sunday, please… nngh! do whatever you want with me…” you mewl quietly against the frotte towel you are bent over, but he immediately stops humping into your wetness, growing tense for a split second. you shiver when you feel the cold of his rings trail under your jaw as he forces you to meet his eyes.

“i’m doing what i want, dove. be quiet,” he breathes above your parted mouth, leaving a quick peck before pushing your head into the plushy cloths. your bodies lock into each other perfectly as he enters you in one smooth thrust, sheathing himself fully inside.

with a shudder and cry, you take him whole, barely spreading wide to let him in. both of you exhale with satisfaction. “m-mmh! i know you’ve been waiting for it but, sunday, ah—!” you grunt between his deep lunges. “you gotta give me time to adjust, or you’re gonna ruin me...”

he moans breathlessly, watching where he sinks into you as if he needed reassurance that you weren’t just some hallucination he’s making up to relieve his stress.

“good,” he says and smiles as you gasp in mild protest.

the squelching and slapping noises that follow along with his desperate groans make you burn and your walls pulse around his cock. so satisfied, he watches how your folds tighten and ripple around his girth as he snaps forward, diving into your heat as it gives in under the pressure. he grips on your wrists, not tightly enough to leave a mark. every time you feel him dragging along your insides, your thighs quiver, threatening to give up if not for your tummy resting on the counter.

all the energy drained from your hard work makes you weak and vulnerable as he pounds you just to sculpt you into his shape. he’s just the perfect man to melt into, the best way to forget about your aching limbs.

it doesn’t take long until he picks up the pace and your blissful voice fills the laundry room with all sorts of moans and whines, gasping his name again and again. the profane sound of your arousal being sloppily pushed and dragged back as he keeps ravaging your sweet cunt gets mingled with the hypnotising noise of the running washing machines.

for a while neither of you says anything apart from your synchronised pants and sighs. it’s nice like this, enjoying each other without speaking any words. sunday enjoys you. that’s enough. he keeps thrusting, giving you sharp bucks of his hips that shake the counter you’re sprawled on.

as your arms bend into an awkward position, the metal buckle from his belt on your wrists bites into your skin. the pain is unexpected, causing you to choke out a startled sob. you know sunday must’ve notices how it hurts you and it feels like he’s purposefully doing it. he stops for a moment, perhaps to see if you’re alright or if he wants to do it more. your juices flow down his shaft and he exhales longingly at the sight. you catch yourself drooling on the damp sheets as his silky tongue licks the outline of your shoulder blade before stuttering with a deep moan and switching positions.

“wait, sunday—” you murmur in confusion. you know there’s no stopping him now, yet you try anyway.

without a word, he pulls out of you unexpectedly, a worried yelp of yours accompanying his actions. all that standing in front of you just to spread your thighs and turn around with a few firm pushes of his palms, guiding you to sit back down on the counter, this time facing him at suffocating proximity.

“mm, now you should be able to enjoy the view together with me… that’s much better, right, love? look between us, how we’re made for each other…” he orders sternly, not in a way to scold you but still leaving no room for negotiations. you could never tell him no. not in your right mind.

his slender fingers clutch the underside of your thighs and push your legs up until they rest on his shoulders. in such a way he can shove himself inside once more, seeing all of you stretching for him so eagerly.

a drawn-out, raspy whines escape him and he mutters a soft “fuck” — inappropriate for his current status and importance to curse openly, its harshness numbing to your mind like honey — when his eyes trail over your curled up figure, trembling like a leaf in the span of a heartbeat. then he leans down, taking you into a kiss, a messy mingle of spit and tongues.

despite your efforts, you can’t keep up with his demanding tempo or the overwhelming tension. it just feels too full, your neck falling back as you whine at the stretch of both your muscles and your pussy. he can reach just the right spot and your eyelashes flutter each time he drives his tip against your innermost depths.

you squeeze around him with your calves, begging him to stop a little, to slow down, but he doesn’t let you rest at all. there’s something addictive about fucking you even though it’s obvious you have things to finish here. the warm softness of your breasts cushions against him trying to fold you further, rubbing deliciously with every shove until he almost forgets you aren’t his.

so he just buries his face into your cleavage, planting hungry kisses on the flushed skin there as if wanting to apologise for the earlier impatience. he even bites and nibbles at your exposed collarbone, worshipping and pleasing you however he can, losing himself completely.

there are several moments in which you try to break through his mania, to make him notice that your legs are getting numb from exertion, that your arms sting from being still tied behind your back. that your neck hurts from throwing your head back to pant louder and sweeter for him. but your futile attempts only make you tighten around him…

eventually sunday fumbles with the belt restraining your wrists, allowing you to bring your hands up so fast, so desperate for contact, and grab his hair. he mewls in surprise at your tug, lowering his head and pulling you in for another wet kiss.

“h-hurts… and i’m tired… i just can’t, can’t continue…” you sob pathetically, whole body trembling and numb from the tension, your muscles feeling like jelly from the stretch. “i won’t be able to work after that…”

sunday curses quietly under his breath as you bury your face into the crook of his neck, stifling a weak sigh when he continues nonetheless. he doesn’t pay attention to what you said.

“if you can still speak to me so gently, then we shall keep going.” he smirks devilishly, his voice smooth and confident as if he expected this to happen. you hear his husky laughter against the top of your head.

“no… it hurts, sunday. you gotta slow down for a while… just let me rest my legs.” your tone is pleading, yet you doubt that will be enough to convince him. it isn’t.

“i’d be lying if i said i care for your well-being now, dove. you just have to handle it.”

you pout, grabbing his fluffy locks firmly as he spreads the petals of your pusst wider, opening your throbbing insides further for himself. tears collect in the corners of your eyes. the angle of your legs prevents you from shifting into a comfortable position, leaving you in his full control.

when his powerful thrusts hit the deepest parts, your chin tucks into your chest as your body seizes in the same position. the familiar rush of your orgasm envelops you again, extracting quiet whimpers against his torso.

despite it all, sunday doesn’t show any sign of slowing down, no, even if it’s overflowing now, drenching your inner thighs with slick and precum. it’s difficult for you to take anything more as your fingers grasp onto his ashy locks desperately to warn him about what happens next. his rhythm changes in a heartbeat as he lets out a lewd groan. there’s a tight sensation that is squeezing him, too addicting to pause.

the edges of your vision darkens, your jaw slacks as a jumbled string of syllables pour from your mouth, just incomprehensible cacophony in a voice that is unfamiliar to you — not once have you heard yourself mewl so dramatically. evidently, your body commences shutting down one function at a time until there is no longer any control left.

“fuck, i’m so— i apologise, angel, but you just feel so good— ah…”

nothing changes. your cries don’t affect him. they become background noise as he buries his cock within you. you feel it pulse against your velvety walls, it’s burning hot and hard. it doesn’t take long until a wave of ecstasy spreading from the bottom of your belly overwhelms you. to make you contract and tense uncontrollably, rippling around as you feel it expand.

and then it fills you — loads of pearlescent cum spurting deep, splashing between the sticky, intertwined bodies. your combined essences flow and drip out of your heat, trailing down sunday’s balls, covering everything in a layer of glossy fluids.

the man gives you one last thrust, making sure you take all of him until his fingers slide through the mess on your sizzling-red cunt. his palm strokes your temples gently, as if trying to calm you down from the devastating pleasure, slowly and surely coming to the realisation that you took all of him. every. single. drop.

“well done…” he murmurs into your ear and you shiver under his embrace, enjoying the intimacy of the moment.

with the way he moves his hips to push them upwards into yours, it feels like sunday doesn’t want to let go, letting his cock get soft in your pussy before he pulls out. you wonder why. that neediness, longing for your closeness…

the two of you breathe heavily with smiles on your lips, his palm rubbing soothing circles into your abdomen as it finally stops tensing, the other hand carefully putting down your numb legs as the white noise spreads from your knees on both sides, balancing on the edge of cramping.

“you were so obedient, good work. almost… the next time we meet, i would like to work on your unnecessary comments, angel. can i have your pretty face nodding now in understanding?”

“y-yes, but… not now, please. please, i n-need rest…” but your thoughts are quickly cut off as you clench around the sudden emptiness as more of his sperm spills out along with your own juices, down the crumpled towels needing another wash.

“of course, love. i’m at fault for pushing your limits, that is true. i will think later of compensating for your excellent performance…”

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