— “ *:・ﾟrattled // ryusei shidou
a/n: does this acc feel good, i lowk wanna try it + i went into this with cracksmut intent
the communal laundry room was sticky with humidity, smelling heavily of lavender detergent and the scorching heat of the dryers. it was supposed to be a quick chore. but the heavy-duty washer had just hit its maximum spin cycle, vibrating with a violent, rhythmic force that practically begged you to test a theory.
so, you hopped up. and the second the metal lid sent a relentless, buzzing shockwave straight through your core, your jaw tightened.
"well, well. look at the little mouse trying to short-circuit herself ~"
you bolted upright, nearly slipping off the slick metal as shidou slouched into the doorway. he was wearing loose gray sweatpants, hair a messy halo, and a massive, sharp-toothed grin plastered across his face.
"r-ryu—! i was just—the machine was making a weird noise and—"
"save it," he cackled, swaggering inside.
before you could slide off, his large hands shot forward, clamping down hard over your hips. his grip was an iron vice, anchoring your weight directly against the white enamel lid just as the machine whined, kicking into an even faster gear. a helpless, embarrassing little whimper slipped past your lips as the violent vibrations rattled right through your bones.
shidou didn't back up. he stepped right into the space between your knees, his chest nearly brushing yours as he leaned down, looking at you with bright, feral eyes. he just stood there, thumbs digging into your hip bones to keep you trapped against the shaking metal, enjoying the view while the spin cycle ran you ragged.
your hands gripped his broad shoulders for balance, your chest heaving, desperately waiting for the sweet relief of the digital timer ticking down to zero.
the violent shaking finally died down to a low whirr. you let out a ragged sob of relief, your inner thighs trembling and completely numb. "thank god... now, let me down, i need to put them in the dryer—"
"oh we're not finished ~" Shidou purred.
he reached blindly to the side, his knuckles brushing the control panel then with a heavy, mechanical clack, his thumb slammed the dial, aggressively twisting the knob all the way back to the start of the heavy-duty cycle. the pipes groaned as hot water instantly began flooding the drum all over again.
"wait! no-!" you gasped, panic overriding your haze. "ryu, stop! m-my favorite knits are in there! if they get washed a second time on heavy, the fabrics' gonna to tear!"
"let 'em tear," he whispered against your mouth.
as the motor violently rumbled back to life beneath you, shidou slid his hands down from your hips, gripping the undersides of your thighs. with a sudden tug, he yanked your legs wide apart, spreading you completely open across the rattling lid, forcing your clothes pussy to flush flat against the center of the lid.
he leaned his forehead against yours, his hot breath mixing with the humid air as his chest rumbled with a wicked laugh. "we’re doing a double rinse, sugarcube ~. now scream for me.."
the heavy hum of the motor quickly escalated into a roaring, violent shudder as the drum began to tumble the wet clothes below. with your thighs yanked wide and pinned flat against the shaking enamel, the raw friction hit you like a physical wave.
"aww~ look at you," shidou hissed, his voice dropping into that deep, raspy register he got when he was thoroughly amused and entirely turned on. his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, holding you so wide that every shuddering pulse of the machine sent a jolt of pleasure straight up your spine. "you're vibrating so hard your teeth are rattling, like a little rattlesnake" he cackled, bright pink eyes gleaming as he watched your chin quiver.
"ryusei—nnh!—stop, please, s'too much—" you threw your head back, your fingers clawing desperately into the fabric of his sweatpants as a loud, embarrassing moan got ripped right out of your throat, completely drowned out by the sloshing water and the thumping machinery.
"too much? naaah, we’re just getting the stains out, my little spin-cycle-slut ~" he snickered, a wicked, sharp-toothed grin pressing against the column of your neck. he didn’t even have his dick out yet, but the sheer dominance of trapping you there had his cells racing. he shifted his weight, pressing his hardon right against your soaking cunt through the barrier of your clothes, using his own body to ground you against the machine.
the double friction was devastating. every time the washing machine jerked to change directions, shidou rolled his hips tightly against yours, grinding you down into the trembling metal.
"aah~! wait! the soap—it's gonna—" you sobbed, your mind spinning as you tried to hold onto a shred of sanity. "the—the agitation—it's too rough on the lace—"
"i’ll buy you new undiesfuck i'll buy you the whole damn store...," he growled, his breath scorching hot against your ear as his hand slid down, his thick fingers snaking into your shorts and panties. "...but right now, you're gonna take this whole cycle like a good little appliance."
he didn't give you a second to breathe. his hand started moving, slick and heavy, slapping flat against your dripping pussy with a loud, wet smack that was instantly swallowed by the roar of the spin cycle.
you shrieked, your hips bucking up off the machine, but shidou just leaned his full weight over you, pinning your chest down with his forearm while his fingers began to ruthlessly work you. he didn't even need to move his hand fast—the machine was doing all the work for him, rattling your swollen clit against his palm with a million micro-vibrations a second.
"holy shiiiit ~" shidou breathed, his eyes blown wide and predatory as he felt how entirely ruined you were down there. you were soaking wet, dripping down the white enamel lid in messy streaks. "look how sloppy you are. you’re leaking worse than the plumbing~."
"i'm gonna—baby—gonna cum, please, let me down—"
"no way," he snapped, his thumb pressing down hard over your clit, trapping it against the buzzing metal right as the washer hit its peak high-speed spin. the machine began to rock violently, the loud, mechanical thumping vibrating straight through his hand and directly into your g-spot. "ride it out. good giiirl ~"
your vision went completely white. your thighs clamped desperately against his ribs, your toes curling as a devastating, orgasm ripped through your body. you screamed, a raw, unhinged sound that echoed off the concrete walls, your head thrashing back against the folding table behind you as your pussy clamped down in violent, greedy waves over his fingers.
shidou watched every second of it, his chest heaving, his face twisted into an expression of pure ecstasy as he listened to you fall apart in his hands.
as your body finally went limp, panting and sobbing against his chest, the digital timer on the machine let out a cheerful, melodic beep-beep-beep, signaling the end of the rinse.
he let out a breathless chuckle, his fingers still buried deep inside your twitching, sensitive hole as he looked over at the control panel.
"hey," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with absolute malice as his free hand reached for the dial again. i think we missed a spot. let's do a third rinse~"
