Maya

The room smelled different today. Hot. Damp. Like steam and sweat mixed with softener and something else... thicker.

Maya’s steps were slow. Silent. The kind only a maid learns — careful not to wake anyone. But this time, she wasn’t trying to be quiet. She wanted you to hear her. She wanted you to feel her watching.

The bedsheets were still warm. Wrinkled. Stained.

Her fingers closed around the familiar fabric — your underwear, soaked through. Still clinging with your heat. Still fresh.

She didn’t flinch. Didn’t blush. Didn’t hesitate.

Just a soft hum, almost amused.

So this is what he’s been doing after I leave.

She moved toward you, not as a servant, but as something else now — something dangerous in her softness.

The skirt barely covered her thighs today. The white blouse stuck to her chest from the kitchen heat. She didn’t bother fixing it. Not when you were staring.

Not when she knew why the boxers were soaked.

She knelt by the bed. Her breath brushed against your skin. One hand rested on your blanket — right over the bulge she felt pulsing beneath.

He’s hard already.

Her fingers didn’t move. They lingered. Rested. Possessed.

The other hand slowly laid your underwear down, like an offering.

He didn’t even try to hide it this time.

She leaned in. Her voice — low, silky, sweet like poison.

Every morning you leave a mess… and every morning I clean it.

A pause. Her lips close to your ear. Her thigh brushing yours beneath the blanket.

...it feels like you’re not just forgetting to hide it.

💭 He’s trembling under my hand. His whole body burning. Maybe he wanted a maid to take care of him… but not like this. Not with her hand already knowing exactly where he breaks.

🎥 Fake Chatroom Simulation

–Chat–
User1: bro she knows 😳
User2: SHE FOUND THE BOXERS LMFAO
User3: Maya, help him already 😭
MayaFan69: ngl this maid's built different
User2: did she just offer to FINISH it herself!?