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Laundry Day
Fuegoleon x Female Y/N
Having nice clothes was an unspoken rule of the Crimson Lions. No one left their rooms without looking their best, everyone even had silk robes for late night snack adventures around the base. However, those who lived at the base lacked certain resources they were accustomed to at home, maids, servants, and mamas to do their laundry. Could they have hired a few to help the hopeless royals and noble knights? Sure, but that wouldn’t bare them a lesson, so good ol’ Captain Fuegoleon had instead created a room full of ‘machines’ that would ‘wash their clothes.’ He had a very gaudy sign made for the door that had “laundry room” illustrated with too many frills, but what can we expect from a team that has Kings in their name. Nonetheless, most members went home often and took their washings with them. They’ll train day and night to put their life on the line for the kingdom, but god forbid they wash their own underwear, including the man who made the room. No one had ever seen him walking around the castle with a laundry basket on his hip.
But there were perks to this.
Y/N had the laundry room all to herself. She waited until late at night to spare herself the gossip of doing her own chores, but once everyone was settled into their dorms she made a beeline for the washers, adorning her robe so she could walk around if she felt like it and not get a “what are you doing up so late?” interrogation. Obviously no one else was in the room so she could use up as many machines as she wanted, taking time to sort out her delicate underwear and stained training clothes. A wicked idea crossed her mind. Y/N removed her robe and set it to the side, took over her silk pajama set and threw it into the delicate cycle, before putting her robe back on. Very little hid her from the world, but as far as she was concerned the “world” was asleep and wouldn’t dare to enter this room.
If she were a lady, which she was, she would just sit in and wait for the cycles to finish, but as the washers went through their cycles they made vibrations that just felt… good against her body. She leaned against it letting the vibrations help relax her sore arms and legs.
“Maybe if I lay down on all of them I’ll be able to get my whole body at the same time!”
Y/N turned her back to the machine, placing her palms on top in order to hoist herself up on top, but as she sat down she felt a different kind of relaxing vibration.
“I shouldn’t indulge in this behavior…. But no one is around to witness it…”
Y/N closed her eyes and allowed her body to relax while certain feelings went through her core. Her robe became looser as the cycle went on. Her eyes were closed and head was rolled back, but as she opened her mouth to let out a moan the door to the laundry room ripped open. Fast and quiet but it was enough for her to notice. Jerking her head up she saw her captain standing in the doorway, with a woven basket full of clothes in his arm.
She had a millisecond to cover herself from him.
“Cap-Captain! What are you doing here,” Y/N slammed her legs together while trying to close her robe.
He arched a brow at her, “Laundry, as one does in the laundry room… Why are you sitting on the machine?”
“I just… like the way it feels…” Idiot. Why would you say that?
Fuegoleon gave her the side eye while loading his own washer and added the soap like he’d been doing it for years. So pretty boy does his own laundry? Interesting. Y/N was still sitting on top of the washer, too scared of giving a free show if she moved.
“Are you going to sit on it until it’s done?”
“You know, it’s good for my sore muscles. Which I have because I’ve been training so hard!”
“Oh… well maybe I should try it too.”
Why was Captain Fuegoleon so… like this?
“Okay,” Y/N squeaked out and watched in horror as her captain climbed on top of the washing machine next to her, curiosity and excitement all over his face.
“I’m not sure I understand,” his eyes crossed in confusion as the vibes clearly did nothing for his ass and thighs.
So his balls aren’t big enough to touch the surface he sits on…
“Excuse me?”
Y/N’s face became very red, had she said that out loud?!
“You should try laying down on it!” She screeched out, motioning for him to use her lap as a pillow.
Fuegoleon’s eyes crossed, “You are absolutely right, Y/N! Thank you,” he moved his legs on top of the machine, resting his head on her thigh, which gave him a perfect very of her under breast.
“H-how’s that, Captain?”
“I can feel my muscles being stimulated! This is an amazing discovery, Y/N!”
“Thank you?”
“Oh! You should join me, come lay down next to me.”
Y/N looked down and the limited space on top of the machines.
“I’m not sure we will both fit, Captain.”
Fuegoleon followed her eyes, thinking.
“How about you lay on top of me and I rub your muscles, then we switch sides when your clothes are put in the dryer.”
Y/N felt something deep in her melt at the idea of getting a massage from her captain.
“O-okay.”
Fuegoleon lifted his head to give her room to remove herself. She stood on the ground, placed her hands on either side of his head and lifted herself on top of him. Hovering over him she remembered that she was naked under her robe, which was thin and now hanging off her body. She gulped and prayed he didn’t notice as she laid her body on top of his.
Without a word more, his hands went to her shoulders rubbing downwards in circular motions. It took everything in Y/N’s power to not moan whenever he stimulated a particularly sore part. It didn’t help that her hips were rested right above his and she could feel the vibrations through him.
The ringing of the finished cycle was her only salvation. Fuegoleon’s face looked funny as she lifted herself up to move her clothes to the dryer. She gave him a questioning look before a draft alerted her what was wrong. Her robe had moved open, stopping at her hard nipples. She flew her hands up to shut the fabric once more before jumping off of him.
“I am so sorry Captain,” she ripped open the washer door, “I think I would like to go to my room while my clothes dry,” Y/N was throwing her wet training clothes into the washer.
“Is there any particular reason why, Y/N,” Fuegoleon asked.
“No…” she turned around to find he had opened her other washer to help her, but had pulled out one tiny, lace thong. His eyes narrowed as he observed how it stretched between his two pointer fingers.
Y/N wanted to die right then and there.
“I wasn’t aware you were seeing someone,” was all he said as she chucked the underwear back into the machine and grabbed its contents completely.
“Wh-why would you say that,” she squeaked, taking the load from him and turning around to throw them in another dryer.
“You don’t wear those for training, do you,” his voice tickled her ear. Y/N’s eyes rolled from the sensation of its warmth.
“S-sometimes I do,” she slammed the door shut and messed with the settings
“Why,” he pushed her flush against the dryers, “Hoping someone might see them?”
“Captain…”
Fuegoleon removed himself from Y/N.
“I apologize, Y/N. It seems I misread you. Forgive me.” He sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room.
Y/N had 5 seconds to either go to her room or make a once in a lifetime decision. And she was brash so…
After hitting start on the dryer she slowly walked to her captain.
“I wear them hoping you will invite me to your dorm afterwards for a shared bath.”
Fuegoleon looked up from his lap. Y/N’s hands were on the tie of her robe. As he opened his mouth to speak she pulled on it and let it slide down her shoulders. Leaving herself completely bare to him.
His eyes became dark with hunger.
“Thank god,” he stood up and started throwing off his clothes, “I thought I had just made an ass of myself.”
Y/N had seen his naked chest before while training, but it was different now. She let her eyes move downward, she stopped to take in his throbbing cock. She gaped at its size. It would never fit in her mouth.
“Tell me, Y/N, are my balls still not big enough?”
A blush crept across her face, “I didn’t mean for you to hear that.”
“Then make it up to me.”
Y/N walked forward, stopped when their chest touched before dropping to her knees.
The pair maintained eye contact as Y/N reached out her tongue, giving his member a long lick. Fuegoleon nodded in approval. Y/N wrapped her mouth around the head, lightly sucking as she made her way down his shaft.
Fuegoleon growled in pleasure as Y/N bobbed her head. His cock was so long she could only get half of it in her mouth, gagging as she tried to fit in more. Fuegoleon pushed back her shoulders and lifted her up.
“I’d rather taste you than have you taste me, darling,” then laid her down on his washers which were still vibrating.
Fuegoleon put his hands on Y/N’s inner thighs, lightly massaging before spreading them open. His face was at level with her wet opening.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he purred before taking a long lick over her bundle of nerves. “You’re so sweet,” he sucked, hard.
Y/N reached for Fuegoleon’s hair, pulling it as she moaned on his tongue. He continued to take laps at her. Her pussy dripped down her curves and onto the washer.
“I want you,” Y/N whimpered.
Fuegoleon growled, continuing his feast.
“Please,” she shrieked as an orgasm ripped through her body.
“There we go,” he murmured, unbending his back.
Their eyes met, “Please,” Y/N repeated.
Fuegoleon pulled Y/N to the edge of the washer, “There is nothing that would make me happier.”
He lined his cock up with her vagina, taking his time sinking inside of her. Y/N gasped as his member hit her innermost wall.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he leaned down to suck on her nipple, “You feel so good.” Fuegoleon slowly pulled out, almost completely, before ramming himself back inside. He did it again and again. Y/N was a wet, mewling mess beneath him.
“Fuegoleon,” she cried as his cock hit her most sensitive spot.
“That’s what I was looking for, do you like that, Y/N?”
He taunted her, hitting the spot repeatedly. All Y/N could do was moan and scream.
“Good girl,” he latched his mouth to hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure.
She tightened around him, signalling she was close. He twitched in response.
“Together,” he growled, “We come together.” Y/N nodded.
A final thrust was their undoing, Y/N spasmed around him, shaking with the washer. Fuegoleon spilled inside her, so deep and hot. He stayed sheathed inside her while he caught his breath, leaning his head on her shoulder.
“That was…”
“Amazing,” Y/N answered. He gave her a smile.
The beep of his washer was their signal to get put together.
“I’m hoping you’ll join me in my room to fold our clothes once we’re done, Y/N.”
And she was more than inclined to agree.