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Kinktober Day 11: Stockings aka the perfect excuse to unleash the wangxian sexy maid roleplay living rent free in my brain!

cw: degradation kink, light c-noncon, edging. established relationship, assume negotiation has occurred off camera, etc, etc.

When Wei Ying suggests it might be fun to do a sexy maid roleplay, it’s mostly an excuse to dress up: a frilly French maid outfit, thigh highs, garter belt, the works.

He imagines it will mostly involve flitting around the apartment with a feather duster for a few minutes until Lan Zhan finally snaps and fucks Wei Ying over the back of the couch.

On the one hand, dressing up in the French maid outfit is exactly as great as he expects (he looks amazing in thigh highs)

What he is not prepared for however, is for Lan Zhan to make him do ACTUAL CHORES.

Clearly he has vastly underestimated the depths of Lan Zhan’s more sadistic tendencies.

And this is how Wei Ying finds himself on his hands and knees in a sexy maid get up, scrubbing the kitchen floor.

Or more accurately, ATTEMPTING to scrub the kitchen floor while Lan Zhan plays with the remote controlled vibrator he’d slid inside of Wei Ying, right before shoving a bucket at him and telling him to get to work.

Lan Zhan keeps the vibrations random. Sometimes he’ll keep it at a low rumble that keeps Wei Ying’s arousal at a simmer, and sometimes he’ll turn it up to the highest setting abruptly until it takes all of Wei Ying’s willpower not to writhe on the floor.

Most recently, Lan Zhan has started slowly increasing the vibrations bit by bit, making Wei Ying’s arousal build and build and build. Wei Ying is so hard that he feels like he might be able to come just from this. But Lan Zhan always stops right before he‘s pushed over the edge.

Wei Ying is only halfway through scrubbing the kitchen floor, and already the sensations are almost too much. With a grunt, he drops to his elbows and buries his head in his forearms.

Of course this is when Lan Zhan decides to kick the vibrations up another notch.

Wei Ying groans and starts rocking his hips back and forth uselessly, as though the empty air is going to provide any friction at all.

Lan Zhan has made it very clear that he is not allowed to touch himself.

He turns his head to the side so he can look at Lan Zhan, who is sitting at the kitchen table, staring at his phone and acting like nothing particularly interesting is happening.

Wei Ying thinks, with a mix of affection and annoyance, that he married a complete monster.

“Lan Zhaaan,” he whines. He wiggles his ass, trying to make himself look enticing. “Lan Zhan, please, please, please, let me come. I’ll do such a good job cleaning if you just let me come first! I’ll clean AND give you the best blowjob of your life. Promise!”

Lan Zhan doesn’t even look at him. “Is that the proper way to address your employer?”

Wei Ying swallows, and tries again. “Please let me come, /sir/.”

(Normally using honorifics in scenes doesn’t really do much for Wei Ying, but /holy shit/ is it really working for him in this scenario)

Lan Zhan’s eyes flick over to him and Wei Ying knows what he must look like, on his hands and knees on the kitchen floor, whimpering.

He’s completely exposed like this. The frilly maid skirt is so short that in this position his ass is completely bare. Meaning the vibrator lodged inside of him is also obviously totally visible.

His only coverage is from the stockings and garter belt. Which is to say: none.

Lan Zhan’s expression appears impassive as he takes this all in. “Finish cleaning the floor, and then you can come,” he says, finally, which is exactly what he’s been saying since Wei Ying started.

Wei Ying groans in despair. He’s lost track of time since they started, but it feels like Lan Zhan’s been keeping him fully hard and on edge for /hours/.

Mercifully, Lan Zhan reduces the vibrations to their lowest setting, and Wei Ying is able to push himself up on trembling arms and start scrubbing the floor again.

He’s only able to get a little more of the floor clean before Lan Zhan interrupts him.

“Stop,” Lan Zhan says sharply. Wei Ying looks up at him, confused. Lan Zhan’s mouth is in a thin, hard line, which Wei Ying thinks of as his pretending-to-be-angry face.

Uh-oh.

“Am I paying you to make an even bigger mess?” Lan Zhan says, and points at the floor behind Wei Ying.

Wei Ying looks over his shoulder and at first he has no idea what Lan Zhan is talking about.

Then he sees it: a glistening trail along the newly cleaned floor where his cock has been steadily dripping precome.

Wei Ying’s cock tends to leak like crazy when he’s edged like this (a fact that Lan Zhan knows VERY WELL). So this really shouldn’t be a surprise.

It shouldn’t be a surprise...but Wei Ying can still feel his face burning when he realizes what he’s looking at.

Lan Zhan is still looking down at him, displeased. “Clean. It. Up,” he says.

Wei Ying quickly grabs the cloth that he’s been using and turns around to obey, but Lan Zhan’s voice snaps out sharply, “/No/.”

Wei Ying freezes, the hand with the cleaning cloth hovering just above the ground.

Lan Zhan gets up and crouches down next to him, taking the cloth out of his hand. “Clean it up, /thoroughly/,” he says.

Wei Ying swallows, his throat suddenly dry. He’s pretty sure he knows what Lan Zhan wants him to do, and the anticipation is making his heart pound in his chest.

But he still decides to play dumb.

Wei Ying glances at the cloth in Lan Zhan’s hand and pouts. “How am I supposed to clean it up without that?”

Lan Zhan gives him a hard look and then abruptly grabs him by the hair.

Before Wei Ying even realizes what’s happening, his head is being shoved down until his face is mere inches from the floor.

“I shouldn’t have to tell you how to do your job,” Lan Zhan says, his voice cold. “Stick out your tongue.”

Wei Ying whimpers and doesn’t obey immediately. Lan Zhan twists his hand, pulling Wei Ying’s hair even harder. “Don’t make me ask again.” His voice is terrifyingly calm.

Wei Ying whines again, but this time he obediently sticks out his tongue.

And then without warning, Lan Zhan pushes his head down until Wei Ying’s tongue is pressed against the floor.

Wei Ying makes a noise of protest, and tries to pull away, but Lan Zhan just...moves Wei Ying’s head. Like it’s nothing. He uses his grip on Wei Ying’s hair to make him drag his tongue across the cold tile of the kitchen floor.

Wei Ying can taste the faint soapy flavor of the clean floor mingled with the bitter taste of his own come.

Lan Zhan does it a few more times, moving Wei Ying’s head so that his tongue drags across the floor. Then Lan Zhan releases him.

Gasping, Wei Ying pushes himself up with shaky arms, and quickly wipes his face on his sleeve. He’s started to drool a little on his chin from having his mouth open for so long.

Lan Zhan is still crouched on the floor next to him, watching him.

“Now do the rest,” Lan Zhan says. “Clean up your mess.”

The words make something hot and shuddering twist in Wei Ying’s gut. Nodding, he shakily crawls his way over to the next spot where his come has dripped onto the floor. Face burning, he lowers his head to the tile and licks.

He’s aware of Lan Zhan’s eyes on him the entire time.

He licks just once, swiping up all the come in one go, but when he moves to push himself back up, he feels Lan Zhan snap one of the elastic straps of the garter belt against his thigh.

“I told you to be thorough didn’t I?”

Wei Ying makes a small noise in the back of his throat that might almost be a moan. His whole body feels hot and prickly. Trembling, he leans down and licks the same spot on the floor three more times.

Then he crawls to the next spot and licks the floor clean again. And then again.

By the fourth time his whole body feels right on the edge again, and this time it’s not just because of the vibrator. He glances to the side to see Lan Zhan standing over him, arms crossed.

Watching Wei Ying lick the floor clean, just because Lan Zhan told him to.

He feels his dick twitch, and realizes with horror that his cock has already started dripping on the floor again. He moans—knowing he’ll have to lick this up too—and is not sure whether it’s in dread or anticipation. Probably both.

Lan Zhan of course notices too, and makes a noise of disgust. The sound makes Wei Ying shiver, and he feels his cock twitch again.

“I expect this floor to be clean, even if you insist on making a mess,” Lan Zhan says.

This whole time the vibrator has been on it’s lowest setting, but now it starts pulsing again, this time in a repeating pattern of three sharp bursts, each one stronger than the last.

Wei Ying groans loudly at the sensation; the vibrator is angled to press right up against his prostate.

He knows without looking that his cock is already steadily leaking even more precome onto the floor.

Lan Zhan crouches down again. He reaches out and cups Wei Ying’s cheek almost gently, and says, in a low voice, “If there is a single drop of your disgusting come on the floor when you finish cleaning,”—Wei Ying moans loudly and involuntarily—“I won’t let you come. Understand?”

Wei Ying nods jerkily, and Lan Zhan looks at him disapprovingly. “That is not an answer.”

Wei Ying takes a shaky breath. “Yes sir,” he says.

Then he leans down and starts licking up the new mess he’s made.

Wei Ying does eventually finish cleaning, both with soap and water and with his tongue. The tile is spotless. Maybe the cleanest it’s ever been.

At least until Lan Zhan decides to fuck him right there on the kitchen floor.

Lan Zhan takes him on his knees, with Wei Ying’s back pressed firmly up against Lan Zhan’s chest. Eventually, finally, after Wei Ying begs and begs and begs, Lan Zhan reaches around and starts stroking his cock.

It doesn’t take long for Wei Ying to finish, and when he does he moans helplessly as Lan Zhan yanks the fabric of his skirt aside.

Wei Ying‘s come splatters messily all across the newly cleaned floor.

As soon as Wei Ying finishes, Lan Zhan shoves him down on his hands and knees again.

“You made another mess,” Lan Zhan says. He grasps Wei Ying by the hips and continues fucking him, his pace not slowing at all. Each thrust makes Wei Ying cry out. “You know what to do.”

Trembling and whimpering, Wei Ying leans down and dutifully licks all of his come off of the kitchen floor.

Lan Zhan doesn’t stop fucking him until he’s cleaned up every last drop.

When they’ve finally both finished and are lying in a breathless, sweaty tangle on the kitchen floor, Wei Ying surveys the mess of come and lube that—despite his best efforts—is smeared all across the tiles.

He looks up at Lan Zhan. “I,” he says, “am NOT cleaning up this mess.”

Lan Zhan looks at him softly, in utter contrast to his demeanor a moment ago. “Okay,” he says.

“I’m serious! Maybe I should make /you/ lick the floor clean,” Wei Ying says, petulant.

“Mn,” Lan Zhan says. “I don’t think I would like it as much as you did.”

“Hey!”

“Am I wrong?” Lan Zhan, infuriatingly, starts peppering his face with little kisses.

How dare he be cute when Wei Ying is pretending to be mad at him!

”No,” Wei Ying begrudgingly admits, ”but that doesn’t mean you have to come out and just SAY it.”

“I will keep that in mind,” Lan Zhan says, still pressing kisses across Wei Ying‘s cheeks, “the next time I make you lick your come off the floor.”

”Oh, fuck yo—mmph!” Wei Ying is interrupted when Lan Zhan’s captures his mouth in a kiss.

Wei Ying makes a noise of protest against Lan Zhan’s lips. He doesn’t actually want Lan Zhan to stop, but it‘s the /principle/ of the thing.

Then Lan Zhan slides his tongue into Wei Ying’s mouth and all other thoughts fly out of his head for a long, long time.

THE END

Thank you for reading this fic about very unsanitary floor cleaning practices! I hope you enjoyed!