Izuku x Maid!Reader (LEMON): Dirty Work 1/2
KINKTOBER PROMPT: Costume play, Aphrodisiacs
Requested by stopandsmellthememes, then 10 other readers.
Description: In an unfortunate turn of truth or dare, you end up being Izuku's maid for a week. How will this cute little game of house unfold? (You probably already know...)
Kink Count: 7/31. Status: Incomplete. Level: Tasting Sin
You walked out of the communal dorm kitchen, fetching refreshments and a cookie before returning to the group. Your classmates were sitting in a misshapen circle, swapping silly secrets and dares. Ruckus laughter filled the room as Katsuki coughed, choking on a tablespoon of cinnamon that Kaminari had dared him to consume.
You returned to your original seat next to Midoriya whilst Bakugou shrieked like a dying walrus. "Here, Izuku. I brought you a drink in case you were thirsty."
"Thank you." He smiled gratefully as you extended your cup to him.
"*Cough! Cough!* Where's mine?! *Cough*" Bakugou gasped from across the circle.
"Oh jeez! Sorry Katsuki!" You grimaced, realizing you had forgotten one for the dare-sufferer. You held out your drink to him quickly. "Here, you can have mine!" He snatched it violently, swigging it down between angry coughs. Once he finally caught his breath, he stared you down with a vengeance. However, when he was done coughing, he approached you calm and collected, setting your nerves on edge. His butt plopped down right in front of you and he smirked.
"F/N." His wicked grin sparkled. "Truth or dare?" It was not really a question, more of a challenge. You quietly pondered a moment, but he made the decision for you. He shot a glance to Midoriya and back to you, jerking his eyebrows upward in a 'knowing' sort of fashion. You gulped, understanding the implications. He had figured out your feelings for Izuku. When exactly? You had no idea. But it was clear that you had no other choice but to say:
"Dare."
"Are you crazy, F/N?!" Mineta gawked at you. Bakugou ignored him and spoke.
"Alright. Since you seem to love serving Deku so much, you get to be his maid for the rest of this week."
"Come again?"
"And you have to wear the outfit and everything."
You turned to look at Midoriya, who took your expression as a silent plea. "Oh! N-no! You don't have to do that for me-"
"Shut up, nerd! This is her dare and she has to do it! Got it?!" You gave a swift nod to Katsuki, setting the shenanigans in motion.
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"Oh Lord..." You grimaced, opening the cardboard box as Bakugou watched. Nestled inside was a small black maid outfit trimmed in ruffles and white lace. You held it up to yourself, checking the size. It was slightly low cut but nothing too lewd, and the skirt definitely wasn't as short as it could have been. You sighed in relief, taking in the small victory.
"The Hell are you waiting for? Put it on." Katsuki urged impatiently, tapping his foot.
"Ugh. Fine!" You spat, obeying his order. You regarded yourself in the bathroom mirror, discovering that it actually wasn't too bad. 'I actually look kind of cute.' Katsuki was waiting outside the door, arms crossed. He snorted upon seeing you. "Hey! I think I look pretty classy!" You stuck your nose up to the sky, jaunting confidently towards the second floor with swinging hips. He followed suit. "What?! Are you my chaperone or something?!"
"Just making sure you don't chicken out." He stated plainly with a knock on Midoriya's door. You rolled your eyes.
"You're ridiculous." The door opened and suddenly you fell under Midoriya's gaze. It was then you understood, and it took every ounce of self-control to not bolt down the hallway.
"Oh..." Izuku said, eyes locked on your figure. "So I guess we're actually doing this?"
"Uh yeah..." He opened his door the rest of the way, allowing you to shuffle inside.
"Make sure you do what you're told." Bakugou quipped in a condescending tone. You looked back at him in exhaustion. "EVERYTHING you're told..." Your eyes widened.
"What did he mean by that?" Izuku questioned cluelessly. You shrugged but had a slight inkling as to the nuance of it. Finally you were able to take in the full nerdgasm that was Izuku's room. All Might from top to bottom. 'Just as I suspected...'
Midoriya felt a little jittery, not sure how a girl would react to seeing his personal space. He was comforted by your next comment.
"Ooh! I have that same poster back at my parents' house."
"Really?" He bubbled with excitement. "I got it at a convention when I was little."
"The one in Tokyo?!"
"Yeah!"
"I wanted to go to that so bad, but I got the chicken pox. I was inconsolable until mom bought me a copy of it online." You chuckled together before sharing an awkward silence. "So... since I'm here now, do you need me to do anything?"
"Oh uh... I guess..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "My uh... mom used to do my laundry back at home... I know how to do it myself!" He added when he saw you smile at him. "But I haven't gotten around to it yet. I guess I'm still adjusting to living on my own. But I guess that's kind of embarrassing, huh..."
"No, I understand." You said. "A woman's touch always helps." He smiled bashfully at the ground and nodded. "Well leave it to me. I'll make you feel right at home." You gathered his clothes and left for the laundry room, feeling a little special when he provided you with his extra room key.
The machines clunked loudly in the echoing grey room, so loudly, you didn't hear footsteps as they walked up behind you.
"Well damn! Guess he put you right to work. Didn't think that asshole had it in him."
"Ah! Katsuki, you scared me. ...Enjoying the view?" You questioned in a snarky tone, noticing him silently watch you bent over the laundry hamper.
"Tch. Shut up." He rolled his eyes, turning to stroll out of the room.
"WAIT!" Midoriya's voice echoed. He collided with Katsuki on his tear down the hallway. "DON'T LOOK AT-" He entered the room, but it was too late. There you stood, Midoriya's soiled All Might loins in hand. "AAH!" He froze, eyes wide. "Er-uh... those are..." You tried to hold back a grin at the sight of them. 'Oh no! What do I say?! There's no way she'll believe me if I say they aren't mine.'
"Uh..."
"Hah! Nerd!" Bakugou teased before exiting, intentionally bumping a flustered Midoriya with his shoulder on the way out. He shut his eyes tightly, face burning brighter than a red Christmas tree light.
"How embarrassing..."
"I like them. It's so YOU." You giggled, trying to console him.
"You're just saying that."
"I mean it." You gave him a genuine smile. "I'm not judging you."
"Whew... That's a relief." He huffed, running a hand through his hair. "I was almost certain that would scare you away."
"Nope. It wouldn't matter to me if you had ten pairs." You jested happily.
'I have 14...' He fiddled with his fingers. "Heh... Right..."
"You go ahead back to your room. I'll bring back your clothes when I'm done."
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However, when you returned to his room later, he was nowhere to be found. You decided to explore a bit, alphabetizing his vast collection of hero books, flipping through his childlike doodles and notes with a smile. You even found a vacuum in his closet and decided to make use of it.
The next thing you knew, it was morning, and the sun shone brightly through the window. "Huh?" You realized you were tucked in a soft All Might throw blanket on Midoriya's bed. "Did I fall asleep?" You mumbled, turning to look around. Izuku lay sprawled on the floor in his pajamas, using the once-folded laundry as a pillow for his head. "Oh no! Izuku!" You whined, stirring him from his slumber.
"Good morning." He looked up at you with a smile.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to take your bed!"
"Well... You just looked so tired, and you worked really hard cleaning the place. So I just didn't feel right about waking you."
"I wish you had..." You frowned. "That must have been really uncomfortable for you."
"It's all right, really." He stood up, his messy bedhead making it hard for you not to smile.
"I'll make it up to you... How about I make you dinner this week or something?"
"It's fine. You don't have to do that."
"It's happening, Izuku." You asserted.
"If you insist." He smiled brighter than the sun glaring through the blinds. "I think that sounds really nice."
"Deal. Make me a list of foods you like and I'll surprise you." You pulled him to his feet off the hard floor. "...Why are you smiling like that?"
"It's just... your hair in the morning is really cute, F/N-chan." You made a face, examining yourself in his mirror.
"Agh!" Your hair was sticking out in all directions, rivaling even the fluffiness of Midoriya's. Embarrassed, you attempted to pat it down to no avail, making him giggle. "Damn..."
"Fufufu. Since you're here... do you maybe want to have breakfast with me?"
"Yeah. I think it's early enough to catch the hero news too." You two turned on his small television and munched on breakfast, sitting close together on his bed. Midoriya couldn't help but feel an eerie sense of comfort. Somehow despite the short amount of time he had spent with you, it already felt right. Like he was at home.
"I should probably get going." You said with a stretch and a yawn. "Got some errands to run today."
"Oh... Okay." It was a surprise to hear disappointment in his tone.
"But I can always come back later if you want."
"Yeah. Sure." He waved you out the door with a crooked smile. You received a few dubious looks on the walk back to your room, but they were easy to ignore. A warm smile was plastered on your face from waking up next to Izuku. You had only just left, and yet you couldn't wait to go back and spend more time with him.
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"Damn... it's spotless in here." Midoriya said to himself, chewing his bottom lip. "If she comes back, she'll have nothing to do and leave again..." He frowned, saddened by the idea that his time with you would be cut short. "I could intentionally make a mess..." He pondered the brilliant idea for a moment. "But it would be mean to make her work so hard for no reason..." He sighed, torn between guilt and desire. "I could surprise her with snacks and a movie..." He blushed in the mirror. "No... that would be too obvious... She's not coming because she wants to anyway. Its just part of the dare..."
A few hours later he heard a knock at his door. "H-hi F/N."
"Hi, Izuku- holy crap! What happened?!" You gawked and Midoriya averted your gaze. "It looks like a freaking tornado hit this place!"
"I uh... couldn't find... something..." He immediately regretted his deception. "You don't... have to do any of this if you don't want. I made the mess so I should be the one to clean it."
"No. It's not a problem. Don't worry about it." You got right to work, sweeping up his scattered notebooks and papers from the floor and stacking them neatly. Midoriya's shame shrouded his aura as he watched you clean the mess he intentionally made, trying to come up with any conversation ideas that could lead to a casual movie date. Or any activity for that matter. He didn't care as long as the result was the same: more time with the one who's special to him.
"Phew. Finished." You wiped your brow with your forearm, a job well done. It was then you heard a knock on the door.
"Kacchan?"
"I need your fridge, loser."
"Uh... what for?"
"Bought a bunch of soda for a party later and I need someplace to store it till then."
"Why not your fridge?"
"Cuz it's busted. Maintenance won't come fix it until tomorrow." He shoved the soda into Midoriya's arms, glancing over to you. "Damn, Deku's not giving you a break, is he?"
"I..." He looked at the ground, crestfallen.
"It's not like that." You defended.
"Oh really. Do you call him master and all that other kinky shit?"
"WHAT?!" Midoriya's jaw dropped as the bottle of pop slipped from his fingers. You dove to catch it, but it collided with the floor, carbonation flaring up. The cap shot past your face, sticky liquid cascading all over you.
"AHHH!"
"Butterfingers." Katsuki quipped.
"I'm so sorry! Let me get you a towel!" Midoriya looked positively miserable from the ordeal he had put you through today.
"My outfit..." You looked down at your soaked body.
"I'll put it in the wash for you." Katsuki offered with a wicked grin.
"Huh?" You and Izuku said in unison.
"What?! Why are you looking at me like that?"
"It's just... you just offered to do something nice for me. I was just worried you might be sick or something."
"I'm fucking nice as hell! What are you on about?! It's on my way downstairs anyway so shut up about it!"
"You're right. Sorry. Thanks for the favor."
"Y-you can use my shower if you want..." Izuku said meekly.
"I appreciate it. Thanks." You grabbed a towel and slipped into his bathroom, pulling off the sticky maid uniform. "Don't look.... Here." You extended it outside the door, only your bare arm visible.
One delightfully hot shower later, you peeked into the bedroom, towel wrapped around your abdomen. "Izuku?" You questioned, but he wasn't in the room. He had a set of his spare clothes folded on the bed for you with a note. You smiled at his cute little All Might stationary.
"Dear F/N,
Sorry for working you so hard today. Went to pick up food and a movie if you feel like sticking around. If you're tired, I understand too. Get some rest.
–Izuku."
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'She probably knows I made a mess on purpose. And then I had to go and get her adorable outfit all sticky. I'm an idiot.' Midoriya hung his head on the walk back to the school dorms, certain he was returning to an empty room.
"You're here." He looked so genuinely surprised to see you.
"Well yeah. I got your note." You held it up.
"You must be hungry." He quickly scattered the food across his bed to make it accessible to you.
"Starving."
"I wasn't sure what you liked so I just got a bunch of different stuff."
"I can pay you back." You said shakily, noticing the sheer volume of to-go boxes before you.
"No way!" He objected with a grin. "I'm paying YOU back for your services."
"Thanks, Izuku. You're so sweet." You patted the bed, gesturing him to sit next to you. He blushed and obeyed, trying to ignore the tight squeeze of his heart at the sight of you in his pajamas. It wasn't long before the movie plus Midoriya's comforting presence lulled you into a sleepy state.
Your eyes fluttered open, a sweet sight coming into view. 'Did I fall asleep again?' Had you really slept in a boy's room for two nights in a row? And to top it all off, you weren't even dating said boy. 'What would people say?' You pondered a moment, but the insecurity quickly vanished at the sight of messy curls and freckles. Midoriya was breathing deeply, peacefully resting with an arm and leg pressed up against you. You couldn't fight back a sleepy smile, brushing his bangs aside with the gentlest caress. He sighed when your wandering hand pet his head softly. A tiny smile found its way to his lips as he slowly regained his consciousness. A bright shining pair of green eyes met yours before-
"Ah!" Midoriya blushed, realizing your faces were only inches apart. "F-F/N!" He backed up to give you some space. "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to uh-" He couldn't think of a better word than 'violate' to describe his infringement on your personal bubble. He prayed he hadn't made you feel defiled by sharing bedspace with you. You read the hysteria in his face and giggled.
"Good morning, Izuku." Your cheery demeanor comforted him.
"Oh! Uh... morning." His crooked smile melted your heart.
"I'm glad you didn't sleep on the floor this time." You confessed sincerely.
"Heh..." He ruffled his bedhead nervously. "Yeah. Me too." A long silence passed before you finally asked:
"Breakfast?"
"Right!" He quickly hustled to his fridge, the carpet still a bit damp on his feet from the spilled soda. "I'm... out of food..." He frowned in dismay. "I guess I'll have to go the store later..."
"I'll do it." You offered. "Just make a list and I'll run out for you."
"You don't have to do that." He already felt guilty enough for all the things he's made you endure in such a short period of time. "I've already overworked you..."
"No you haven't, silly!" You giggled, hopping off the bed. "That's my job." It was hard to describe, but you honestly adored doting on Midoriya. Anything you could do to make his life easier was all you desired. "I've gotta go get my outfit back from Katsuki. I'll see you in a bit." You sweetly ran your hand across his lower back as you reached for the doorknob. "Text me the grocery list."
"Thanks, honey." Izuku said by accident. You turned around just in time to see him slap his hands over his mouth, blushing madly just before the door closed. A smile crept to your lips as you walked back to your room, a familiar warmth filling you up like a sunrise in your stomach. This feeling had been surfacing more often the more you saw Midoriya. In fact, you hoped to coax even more little terms of endearment from him before the week was out.
"Hey, isn't that Midoriya's shirt?" You heard someone ask on your walk back to the room. However, you ignored it, brimming with a bubbly new affection that you couldn't hide. You didn't even have to stop by Bakugou's room, for he had left a bag with your outfit hanging on your doorknob.
"How thoughtful of Katsuki." You mumbled, entering your room. You ate, did your chores, and ran to the store, deciding to adorn your uniform and return to your "honey" for the afternoon. You slipped into the familiar lacey article when:
"What the?!"
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Midoriya's forehead hit the door. "I can't believe I just said that!" He cursed himself, feeling like a bumbling lovesick idiot. How could he have let something like that slip so quickly?! Sure, he had noticed the arrangement was very similar to that of serious couples, husbands and wives even, but that didn't change how stupid he felt for outing his feelings. 'That was so obvious! There's no way I can hide it now...' He thought to himself, letting his back slide down the door until his bottom hit the floor. 'I can try to play it off. Like start calling everyone honey or something... Lots of people do that, right? I think Mina does. But maybe it's only okay when girls do it... Or better! Maybe she didn't even notice. The door closed pretty fast, right?' He grasped at straws to convince himself not to panic. "I guess I'll know later today when she doesn't come back..." He grimaced, walking over to his desk. "In the meantime..." He trailed off, deciding his passel of homework he had been neglecting might help take his mind off the situation.
He hadn't noticed several hours had passed until he heard a click. "F-F/N!" He seemed surprised to see you peeking around the corner of the door.
"Hey. I let myself in. You don't mind, right?"
"No... That's fine."
"Well, don't let me bother you." You said quickly, hoping he would continue his studies and not notice...
"It's no bother at-" He caught a full glimpse of you, losing all track of thought. It was then you knew he noticed, and wanted to punch Katsuki. During his "favor" to wash your uniform, he had also made some other... alterations...
The skirt had been cut much shorter, the neckline plunged deep, not covering the edges of your lacy black bra at all. He snapped his head back to his homework, trying his best to fight back the sudden rise in his body temperature.
"You didn't have a duster so I got you one." You stated matter-of-factly, knowing he had noticed by the ferocious blush on his face and the blatant aversion of your gaze.
"Y-yeah- ah- thank you." He stared down at the assignment, no words from the page actually making their way to his brain. You proceeded to dust his bookshelf and desk in the areas he wasn't directly working. He thought he was doing a very good job of ignoring your body as you worked, no matter how difficult it was. He snapped the lead in his mechanical pencil once or twice, but that was the price to be paid for diligence. He had it down to a science. At least until-
A brush of his arm caught his attention and he glanced over at exactly the wrong time. Your skirt had softly grazed him as you bent to dust the nightstand, and Midoriya caught the full view of you in this position. You resumed your work unphased, turning back in his direction.
"Oh gosh! Are you okay, Izuku?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Your nose is bleeding."
"Eh?!" He covered his nose, catching the blood before it spilled onto his notebook. You scrambled to get a tissue box.
"Do you need to lay down or something?"
"I-"
"Maybe you should go to bed..." You placed a gentle hand on his curls.
"I-...that might be a good idea..."
"Okay. I hope you feel better. Text me if you need anything. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Thanks." The door closed behind you and he flopped onto his bed with a "Phew! Maid outfits are dangerous..."
Upon arriving to your room you received a goodnight text from Izuku and smiled warmly at your phone.
"Goodnight, Izuku." You mumbled to no one, drifting off to sleep in your bed.
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'Only one more day after today.' You thought, feeling a little disappointed that your time with Midoriya had already flown by so quickly. You had to figure out something special to do for him.
"I'm making us dinner tomorrow." You texted boldly, wishing you hadn't because you were going to see him in a little while anyway and what if he says no? But your fear was extremely short-lived; four or five seconds to be exact, when you saw his response text:
"Looking forward to it!"
(Second half is only a paragraph or two from being done. I swear!)