Sam Imagines

Laundry Room

Sam snuck his way into the apartment buildings laundry room with a single goal in mind

He crept his way inside, sneaking down the walls like a spy, not turning on the lights just sneaking his way in without drawing any attention. He made his way to the fourth dryer from the door and already felt himself throbbing in his jeans, Sam knelt down in front of the dryer, hoping and praying he had timed this right. He clicked open the dryer door and it swung open,

The dryer door revealed a pile of freshly washed and dried clothes owned by his neighbour Y/n's, shirts, shorts, skirts and such like all still warm. His eyes widened with excitement as he gazed upon the clothes, his hands instinctively reaching out to touch them.

"Mmm... Y/n laundry," he whispered to himself, his voice trembling with anticipation. His fingers trailed along the soft fabric of a silk blouse, sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't resist the urge,

He burries his head inside the dryer and rubs his skin against the fabric, his hands digging around the pile his eyes utterly tunnel vision until he found the little green lace panties. A low moan escaped his lips as his fingers wrapped around the delicate lace, his heart racing with excitement.

"Lace," he breathed, his voice husky with desire.

He pulled out the panties, holding them up to the dim light filtering through the laundry room. The green color seemed to glow in the darkness, and he couldn't help but imagine Y/n wearing them, feeling the soft fabric against her skin. He brought the panties to his nose, inhaling deeply, and a groan rumbled in his throat. The scent of lavender and flowers mingled with something else, something sweet and feminine that drove him wild.

He gently ran his thumb over the intricate lace pattern, his fingers tracing the delicate stitching. A shiver ran down his spine as he imagined Y/n's legs slipping into these very panties, the way they would hug her curves like a second skin. His gaze drifted to the rest of the laundry, and he spotted a matching bra nestled among the folds. He reached in, his hand closing around the silky fabric. The softness sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he couldn't help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden beneath Y/n's innocent facade. With a growing sense of urgency, he began to dig deeper into the pile, searching for more treasures amidst the fresh laundry.

He dug deeper the matching bra and panties in hand before he found the final pieces, a matching lace garter belt and a matching choker. He was beyond throbbing in his pants just holding them. He knew he should scamper to his apartment put these on his bed and finish off but he couldn't wait, unzipping his jeans out of impatience.

His zipper slid down with a satisfying rasp, and he freed himself from the confines of his pants. His erection sprang forth, thick and hard, as he stroked himself through his boxers. The cool air of the laundry room danced across his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He dropped to his knees, the cold tile biting into his skin as he spread Y/n's lingerie out before him.

The bra, panties, garter belt, and choker lay like a sacrifice on the floor, beckoning him to claim them. His fingers trembled as he picked up the bra, bringing it to his nose for another sniff. The scent of lavender and flowers wafted up, mingling with the musk of his own arousal. He closed his eyes, letting the fantasy wash over him. His fingers danced across the delicate lace, tracing the intricate patterns etched into the fabric. He slipped a finger under the edge of the bra cup, his mind conjuring images of Y/n's breasts spilling out of its confines. The thought sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he felt himself grow harder still. As he explored the lingerie, his hand strayed to the garter belt.

He ran his thumb over the tiny hooks and eyes, imagining the way it would cinch around Y/n's waist, accentuating her body. His breathing quickened, and he could feel his control slipping. Suddenly, he was overcome with a primal urge to claim every last inch of Y/n's intimate apparel.

He ripped off his boxers, freeing himself completely, and then grasped the panties in a fierce grip. He stuffed the crotch of the panties in his mouth sucking and sniffling them, one hand on her bra imagining her breasts below it, and his other hand on his shaft jerking himself fast and hard desperate to see his jizz all over her clothes,

His eyes rolled back in his head as he sucked greedily on the panties, the fabric clinging to his tongue. The scent of lavender and flowers filled his nostrils, driving him wilder with each passing moment. His hand on the bra tightened, his imagination running rampant with visions of Y/n's breasts overflowing from its cups. As he jerked himself off, his strokes grew faster and more frenzied, his body coiled tight like a spring ready to unleash. He could feel himself building towards a climax, the pressure building in his balls like a dam about to burst. With a guttural cry, he came, spewing forth a hot stream of semen onto the lingerie.

It splattered across the bra, panties, and garter belt, leaving behind a sticky trail of cum.

"Sam?" A voice asked as the laundry room light flicked on and there Y/n stood with her empty laundry basket her eyes directly on him as she stood in her shorts and vest top,

His eyes snapped open, and he froze, his hand still wrapped around his spent cock. His gaze locked onto Y/n's, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The laundry room, the lingerie, everything else melted away, leaving only the two of them suspended in a moment of raw intimacy. A slow smile spread across his face as he took in the sight of Y/n standing before him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in the scene before her.

Her gaze fell upon the mess he'd made on her clothes, and a flush rose to her cheeks.

"Ah." A low chuckle rumbled from his throat as he slowly stood up, his eyes never leaving Y/n's face. He took a step closer to her, the air thickening with tension between them. The laundry room, once a mundane space, had transformed into a charged arena where desires and secrets hung precariously in the balance "Y/n," he whispered, his voice husky with need, "I uhhh... uhh..."

"What are you doing Sam!" She gasped,

"I uhh I can explain," He muttered,