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Katsuki’s in a bit of a pickle.
As the CEO of a prestigious lawyer firm in Shibuya, he doesn’t have much spare time on his hands. He’s almost always working; even on the weekends.
His home goes weeks without any proper tidying. When he has the time, he does what he can. But, in all honesty, Katsuki hates cleaning. He’d rather spend his damn near nonexistent free time on something that he actually enjoys.
So, he’s hired a maid.
The pickle he’s in, though? Is all because the maid he hired–is actually a fucking dude.
Which, in and of itself isn’t that bad.
No, what’s actually bad is that the fucking guy keeps wearing a traditional maid’s outfit.
Short, black and white and fucking frilly.
Katsuki went through a website online when he was searching for a maid–yes, he had to dig extra hard in order to find real maids, not just porn or prostitutes. He’d found a profile with the name set as ‘Deku’, and there was no real specification on gender. The website was ‘ultra inclusive’ and didn’t ask prospective employees for their gender.
Whatever, Katsuki was fine with the whole dude-cleaning-his-house thing. What Katsuki’s struggling with, is the skimpy little outfit that Deku wears around his house.
In addition to the short little maid’s dress, he wears white, thigh high stockings. A frilly headband–to keep his bangs out of his eyes. A lacey choker with a metal heart on the front.
And, because Katsuki’s been at the wrong place at the wrong time on more than one occasion, he’s seen what Deku wears beneath the maid’s outfit. He wears boxers made out of black lace.
Now, Katsuki’s not one to shame others for their sexual desires–or their self confidence boosters. But he’s really fucking struggling here. Deku has worked for him for about three months now, and Katsuki’s said maybe a handful of words to him since then. He’d sent him a very detailed email about how he’d like everything to be cleaned and Deku had said he understood completely, had no questions, so there was no need to discuss that in person.
The first time he met Deku, he’d had a fucking internal crisis the whole time and only managed to give him a curt nod and a wide-eyed, thousand yard stare. He showed up in the maid outfit, so Katsuki was short circuiting, locked away inside his home office the entire time he was working.
He and Deku agreed on Deku working mainly on Saturdays. Katsuki didn’t party or anything, so he decided that on Saturdays Deku could just help him reset the house from the week prior. Since it’s just him in this big ass house his granddad had passed down to him, there was no need for a cleaner to come more than once a week.
Now, Katsuki’s thanking his past self for only requesting Deku to come once a week.
He’d surely make a fucking idiot of himself if he had to see Deku in his maid getup more than once in a week.
He’s already done that once–and he’d really prefer not to have a repeat of that god awful day.
It was the third Saturday that Deku had worked, and everything was going smoothly at the beginning. Katsuki was long over the fact that his maid was a man and was instead trying to grapple with the whole maid outfit situation.
He wasn’t entirely sure what he was supposed to do that day, as he’d actually completed all his work for the week the day prior. So, he waited in his office until he heard Deku move from the living room to the kitchen–then, he slinked out to the living room and sat down on the couch.
On his way to the couch, he’d taken note of how spotless everything looked. He could certainly admit that Deku was good at his job, that’s for sure.
Once seated on the couch, he’d grabbed the remote and flicked the TV on. Flipping through channels, Deku had come back in and gave Katsuki a warm smile.
“I didn’t realize it was you, Katsuki. Thought I accidentally turned on the TV or something,” he said with a soft smile. Katsuki’s entire body stiffened, his traitorous eyes trying so hard to remain on the green-eyed man’s face instead of roaming down to the skimpy maid outfit.
“Yeah. S’just me,” he muttered out, his eyes straining as they remained locked on Deku’s. “Didn’t mean to scare you if I did.”
“Nonsense,” Deku said with a wave of his hand. “Would take more than that to scare me, Katsuki.”
Katsuki gave him a nod, swallowed hard, and turned his attention back to the television. Deku lingered briefly before he made a soft humming sound, and headed over to the curtains.
“Oops. Forgot to straighten these out,” he said under his breath. He pulled the curtains straight, making sure they were free of any unwanted wrinkles. As he was situating the curtains, his entire backside was facing Katsuki.
He couldn’t take his fucking eyes off of him. Off of the way the skirt of the maid dress swayed and bounced with every movement. Off of the freckles that littered the backs of his thighs. Off of the little fucking bows on the top of the white thigh highs.
Deku’s hand smoothed out a crease, then another, then–his hand accidentally bumped a book off of the console table that was merely there for decoration. The book fell to the floor with a soft ‘thump’, and Deku bent down to pick it up.
Normal reaction. When you knock something over, you pick it up.
It was so not normal how Katsuki reacted.
His lips parted, his eyes greedily taking every little bit of skin that was revealed as he bent down. When he was fully bent over, book in hand, that’s when Katsuki saw them. A pair of black, lacey boxers–that left very little to the imagination.
That was the first time that Katsuki was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Katsuki downright moaned, his mouth snapping shut as he realized what he’d just done.
“Are you okay, Katsuki?” Deku asked, concern painting his expression as he straightened out, book in hand. He placed the book back on the table, then crossed the floor to stand in front of Katsuki. “Are you not feeling well? Your cheeks are all red,” he said, bringing a hand up to test his temperature.
A large, warm hand cradled his forehead as Deku stared down at him. After a few seconds, Deku removed his hand and hummed.
“You feel fine… but that doesn’t mean that you aren’t not feeling well,” he said, giving Katsuki a once over before he sank to his knees, kneeling before Katsuki.
Katsuki’s mind was fucking reeling. Deku, in a maid outfit, was inbetween his fucking legs, kneeling on the ground before him. He felt like he was about to fucking combust. His cheeks were hot, his skin felt clammy, his pants felt too warm–oh fuck.
Realization hit him that Deku was so close to his (quickly) slicking pussy.
“M’fine,” he said, far quicker than he needed to. “Just tired. No need to fuss.”
Deku looked at him like he could see straight through him. Could see through his lies. But, he didn’t say anything. Just nodded and smiled a knowing smile that made Katsuki feel uneasy, then stood up and headed out of the living room.
“Get some rest. I’ll finish the rest of the house, then I’ll head out.”
Since that interaction–Katsuki’s sort of avoided Deku like the fucking plague.
And it’s worked! So far, anyway.
For some reason, Katsuki thinks today will be different.
Which is why he’s holed up in his home office, once again. To hide from Deku–and because he had a meeting at 10A.M. sharp. He didn’t usually have meetings on the weekends, so whatever needed to be addressed was clearly urgent enough to bug him on his ‘usual day off’.
It was, for the record. It was a very important meeting that definitely couldn’t have waited until Monday. A very important meeting that just added an additional eight hours minimum to his schedule for tomorrow. For Sunday.
Leaning back in his desk chair, he drags a hand down his face with a deep exhale.
“Fucking shit,” he mutters to himself, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. He took a few deep breaths, doing his best to steady his pulse and clear his mind. It wasn’t anything totally detrimental or anything–he could handle it. He just needed to fucking breathe–
Two strong knocks pulled him out of his attempted relaxation. “Katsuki? May I come in?” Deku’s voice asks from the other side of the door.
“Come in, Deku,” he says, lifting his head back up to watch as Deku opens the door and steps inside. He shuts the door behind him as if they were in an actual office building, then makes his way to stand in front of Katsuki’s desk.
“I wanted to ask you if you’d like me to clean in here today. I heard a bit of your meeting as I was working, and it seems like you’ll be a bit busy the next few days. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask,” Deku says with a warm smile, his hands clasping behind his back. “I know you usually clean up in here, but I wanted to do what I can to help ease some of your stress; if at all possible.”
It’s taking everything Katsuki has to keep his eyes above Deku’s chin. How the hell is he supposed to get any work done if this walking wet dream is fussing around his office?!
“You don’t need to worry about it, Deku. I’ll manage just fi–”
“Katsuki,” Deku starts, taking a step forward until his thighs press flush against the mahogany desk. “I’d be happy to do it. I’d be happy to do anything to help you lower your stress,” he practically fucking purrs, his eyes locking on Katsuki’s as he tilts his head. “Anything.”
Yeah.
Katsuki can only hold out for so long. Which apparently isn’t very fucking long to begin with.
“Would you fuck me?” Katsuki deadpans, tilting his head up to look down his nose at Deku.
Deku gives him a sinful smirk, then takes a step back. He rounds the corner of Katsuki’s desk, then comes to a stop once he’s next to the blonde. Reaching forward, he places a hand on the closest armrest of Katsuki’s desk chair and spins the chair to face him. Once Katsuki is facing him, Deku adds his free hand to the other free arm of his desk chair and leans down, into Katsuki’s space.
“It would be an honour to ruin you, Katsuki,” he purrs.
Katsuki’s breath hitches and before he can even think about how undeniably hot that was, his arms are reaching up, wrapping around Deku’s neck. He pulls the smaller man down, crashing their lips together as he spreads his thighs in his chair.
Deku’s tongue swipes across his lower lip, to which Katsuki happily grants him entrance. He licks into Katsuki’s mouth with fervor–like he’s a man fucking starving.
Big, strong hands drop to the outside of Katsuki’s thighs. They glide around to the backs, and Deku murmurs a low “hold onto me,” against his lips before he’s lifting him into the air.
Katsuki squeaks, his grip tightening around Deku’s neck as he’s hoisted into the air. He doesn’t stay airborne for very long, ‘cause Izuku just turns and plops him right down onto the top of his desk. One of his hands releases its hold on the back of Katsuki’s thigh in order to gently (but swiftly) push his keyboard and a few pens out of the way.
Once he’s sat atop his desk, Deku pulls back slightly in order to catch his breath. Katsuki’s thankful for the minute of reprieve so that his shitty lungs are able to suck in some much needed air.
“Where do you want me?” Deku asks, glancing from Katsuki’s eyes, down to his lips, back to his eyes.
“Here’s fine,” Katsuki says, pulling his lower lip between his teeth as he thinks it over for a moment. It would be a real pain if anything on his desk got fucked up… so maybe they should move this party upstairs.
“Actually–would you be down if we went to my room?” He asks, peeking up at Deku through his eyelashes. “If that feels too, uh–personal–I understand.”
“I’m sure I’ll be seeing a lot more of your bedroom from now on, so… might as well start there,” Deku says with a wicked grin. Then, his hands cup the backs of Katsuki’s thighs once again and lifts.
“Woah–hey! I can walk, you know,” Katsuki grumbles, his grip tightening around Deku’s neck as he’s hoisted up. Again.
“Save your energy, baby. You’ll need as much as you can muster once I get you undressed,” Deku whispers into his ear, planting a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin right below his ear.
Katsuki whines–a sound he didn’t even know he could fuckin’ produce. He buries his face in the crook of Deku’s neck, taking deep inhales in order for his lungs to fill with the scent of his cologne.
Deku carries him up the stairs with practiced ease, and for some reason that pisses Katsuki off. Does he do this shit with all his clients? Has he carried other lonely homeowners up the stairs to their bedroom, and then fucked the shit out of them?!
“A biter, huh?” Deku muses, his hands moving to squeeze the globes of Katsuki’s ass.
He didn’t realize it–but he was fucking chomping on Deku’s neck as he thought about the green-eyed idiot with other people. Unlatching from Deku’s neck, he mumbles a low “sorry,” as the smaller man pushes open the door to his bedroom.
“Don’t be. Leave as many marks as you’d like,” he hums, carrying Katsuki over to his bed. He slides a hand to the small of Katsuki’s back as he crawls on to the bed, his other hand moving to support them as he lowers Katsuki gently onto the mattress.
His back comes into contact with the mattress and the next second Deku’s pulling away from him.
“Where are you going?” Katsuki asks, his voice so soft that he barely recognizes it. He certainly did not mean for the words to actually vocalize–he meant for them to stay as an inside thought.
Deku grins as he straightens out, between Katsuki’s thighs, keeping his knees planted into the mattress. “Nowhere, angel. Just need to get these clothes off you, yeah?” He says softly, his hands moving to unbutton the collar of Katsuki’s button up.
He undoes the first button. Then the second. Then the third–and Katsuki begins to panic. He hadn’t told Deku that he was trans, since it didn’t really seem to matter. Katsuki’s been out and living as a man since he was practically five years old. His parents were extremely accepting and understanding–even setting him up to speak with a gender affirming therapist before he even started second grade.
He’s had top surgery, but he didn’t necessarily want bottom surgery. He’s been on testosterone for years, and he just never really wanted to go through with the risks and complications that could arise with bottom surgery. Too much was going on in his life at one point when he was considering it, then another one of the times he didn't want to give up his position at his job; didn't want someone else to take over his company. He's done so much research; hours upon hours, actually. And... it's just not really been in the cards for him.
So, he’s just come to terms with the fact that his body is wrong–but that doesn't mean he has to deprive himself of all the goodies that life has to offer; if you know what he means.
Being on testosterone has made him way hornier than he used to be, pre-T. So, needless to say, he knows his way around his own pussy like the back of his hand.
All that to say–Deku is currently undressing him, and he doesn’t know. And Katsuki’s worried he’ll freak out.
Deku continues to undo the buttons, his eyes fixated on his hands as he works downward. Katsuki’s eyes flick nervously between his gorgeous green eyes and his hands, panic beginning to claw its way up his throat until Deku’s at the final button, his hands moving to slide up his toned stomach–
“Deku, wait,” he says, his eyebrows furrowing up as Deku stops in his tracks, his hands freezing right in the middle of his abdomen. He locks eyes with Katsuki, his eyes full of concern as he waits for Katsuki to continue.
“I… have something to tell you,” he says, his palms already coating with sweat at his sides.
“What’s wrong?” Deku asks, tilting his head as he removes his hands from Katsuki’s body. The warmth is instantly missed, but he appreciates that Deku is taking his words seriously. The smaller man sits on his heels, his hands in his lap as he stares back at Katsuki like a lost puppy.
So cute…
Taking a deep breath, he closes his eyes. He’d rather not see Deku’s face if he has the reaction that Katsuki’s scared of.
“My body isn’t like yours,” he starts, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him in an attempt to ground himself. “I’m trans, Deku. I don’t have a dick. I didn’t tell you ‘cause it didn’t feel important. But, if we’re going to sleep together–you have a right to know. If it bothers you, please, just leave. And we’ll act like none of this ever happened.”
Once the last word leaves his mouth, it feels as if an incredibly heavy weight has been lifted off his shoulders. He’s said what he needed to–now the ball is in Deku’s court. What happens next is up to him.
A few long moments of silence go by before Katsuki’s eyes squint open, just enough to peek at the man that’s (thankfully) still sitting between his legs. The sight has his eyes widening and his breath catching in his throat.
Deku is looking down at him, a soft, genuine smile on his lips. His expression is admirally fond.
Not what Katsuki had expected, if he was being honest.
“That doesn’t matter to me, Katsuki. Dick or not–you’re still a man,” he declared, as if he were telling Katsuki not to question his words. “A man that I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off of, mind you. Like I said before–it’s gonna take a hell of a lot more than that to scare me away, Katsuki,” he hums, his hands moving to rub soothingly over the tops of Katsuki’s thighs.
The amount of emotions that are swirling around inside Katsuki’s chest is almost overwhelming–so he does the one thing he thinks will properly portray how he feels. He wills his arms to move; wills his torso to move. He sits up, reaches forward, and wraps his arms around Deku’s neck. He pulls him forward and crashes his lips into Deku’s, pouring every single emotion he’s feeling in that very moment into the kiss.
Deku’s hands move to grip his hips, holding him steady as he pours himself into the kiss, as well. All the tension, all the anxiety–all the fear, is gone. Dissipated into thin air as they swap spit, sharing soft, barely audible moans between their lips.
Katsuki rolls his hips upward, drawing a low groan out of Deku as he nips at Katsuki’s lower lip. The blonde releases his hold around Deku’s neck in favour of slinking his shirt off of his shoulders, then tosses it off the side of the bed.
He lays back, his muscular back hitting the mattress as he puts his chest on display for Deku. The growl he earns in response is enough to have a soft moan slipping past his lips as Deku leans down, pressing his lips to the scarred flesh.
The green haired man slowly peppers gentle kisses along the expanse of the scars; one under each pec, roughly three-ish inches in length. His lips press softly to each nipple, each curve and dip of his skin.
“You’re beautiful, Katsuki,” Deku whispers against his skin. Once he’s kissed every available inch of his chest, he moves the pathway of his kisses down his chest, down his abdomen, down his stomach.
His lips kiss the skin right above the button of his slacks, then his hands move to grip the fabric. “May I?” He asks, looking up at Katsuki for permission.
Katsuki nods, a breathy “yeah,” accompanied by a gentle roll of his hips.
Deku wastes no time unbuttoning his slacks and pulling them down and off of Katsuki’s legs. He tosses them off the edge of the bed before his fingers hook beneath the waistband of his boxers. He glances back up at Katsuki as he mouths at the wet spot, dampened from his slick, in a silent request for permission.
“Please, Deku,” he whines, his clit throbbing at the minimal fiction being supplied by Deku’s hot mouth. “Need you.”
Something akin to primal hunger flashes in Deku’s eyes as he peels Katsuki’s boxers off of his lower half, tossing them over his shoulder before he settles on his stomach between Katsuki’s strong thighs. His arms hook under Katsuki’s thighs, his hands splaying along his sides as he lays a kiss to the inside of his left thigh. Then, a bite to the inside of the right. Katsuki keens, his hands fisting the sheets in anticipation as Deku kisses and nibbles his way up to his cunt.
Then, Deku slides his tongue through Katsuki’s sopping folds, pulling a low, drawn-out moan from deep within Katsuki’s throat. He takes a few experimental licks, moaning low in his throat at the taste of Katsuki’s slick.
He drags his tongue up, up, up, until he reaches Katsuki’s swollen clit. His clit has grown a bit in size since he’s been on T–but it’s still able to be concealed beneath his hood when he’s not turned on.
Without a warning, Deku wraps his lips around the swollen nub and sucks.
“Oh, good fucking god,” Katsuki moans, his hands flying to entangle in deep viridian curls. Deku hums in response, the vibration sending a shot of electricity through his veins. He swirls his tongue around his clit, suckling on it as if it were his life’s mission to make Katsuki come undone at the seams just from playing with his clit.
Deku eats him out like a man starved. He focuses mainly on his clit, sucking and flicking his tongue against it as he pulls breathy, whiney moans out of Katsuki with each passing second. When he’s not focusing on his clit, he’s dipping lower, dragging his tongue through his folds, slurping up the pooling slick before it can drip on to the sheets.
He even fucks his tongue into his hole, slipping it inside him and swirling it around as he licks up the slick straight from the source.
Katsuki grinds his hips up against his mouth, his hands tangled in his hair keeping him in place as he does his best to fuck his face. “Shit, fuck,” he moans, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration. “You’re really–fucking hell–good with your mouth, De–Deku.”
Deku removes his tongue from his hole, then drags it up through his folds and plants a soft kiss to the tip of his clit. “And you taste heavenly, baby,” he hums, before focusing all his attention on his swollen clit yet again. He swipes his tongue over it repeatedly, showing no mercy as he drags Katsuki closer and closer to release. Then, Katsuki feels two fingers press inside him, ripping an airy moan out of his lungs at the intrusion.
Deku locks in, stimulating Katsuki from both pleasure points as he sucks and licks at his clit, his fingers inside curling and scissoring as they search for his feel-good spot. He shifts his wrist, presses his fingers in just a tad deeper and he’s gasping.
“There it is,” Deku murmurs against his pussy, his tongue immediately getting back to work as he zeroes in on Katsuki’s G-spot. A few more thrusts inside and Katsuki’s metaphorical string is pulled taut–his entire body tenses and stills as he squirts against Deku’s face with a cry of pleasure.
Deku slurps every last drop, his tongue laving along every inch of his cunt in order to catch every little bit. By the time he deems Katsuki’s pussy sufficiently clean, he’s floating back down from his orgasm and Deku begins to crawl up Katsuki’s body to crash his lips into the blonde’s.
Katsuki moans at the taste of himself on Deku’s lips–his tongue slipping past his lips in order to lick his slick-coated tongue against Katsuki’s. Deku’s hands move to slide his lacey boxers down his thighs, just enough for his red and leaking cock to bob out. He makes quick work of bunching up the maid’s outfit enough to be able to have a clear pathway to guide his cock to Katsuki’s cunt.
With a hand wrapped around his cock, Deku makes quick work of lining his cockhead up with the entrance of Katsuki’s pretty pink pussy. He pulls back, just an inch or two, as he presses his cockhead into the welcoming hole.
“Call me Izuku, angel,” he says, pressing his cock in, inch by glorious inch.
“Izuku,” Katsuki moans, his hands reaching up to cup Izuku’s cheeks. “Fuck me, Iz-u-ku.”
A loud growl vibrates through Izuku’s chest as he sinks in, all the way to the hilt. Katsuki screams, feeling so fucking full as Izuku’s hips meet flush with his. He doesn’t give Katsuki any time to adjust before he’s drawing his hips back, pulling his thick cock out until just the head is nestled inside.
Then, he snaps his hips forward–sinking all the way to the hilt once again. He repeats those movements, setting a brutal pace as he fucks into him deep and hard; hard enough that Katsuki’s toned pecs bounce slightly from the sheer force behind his thrusts.
“So fucking wet, baby,” Izuku groans, his hand dropping to rub at Katsuki’s clit. The soft shlick, shlick, shlick of his pussy being destroyed fills the room. “You hear how wet you are? And you’re taking me so well, practically sucking me in. Feel so good wrapped around me–fuuuuuck, I could stay inside you forever,” he moans, his hips stuttering as he chases his own orgasm. “M’not gonna last if you keep squeezin’ me like that, angel.”
“Can’t help it,” Katsuki pants, his hands dragging down Izuku’s chest; fingers gripping onto the front of the maid’s outfit. “Your cock feels too–ngh–fuckin’ good,” he moans, his jaw dropping open as the heat begins to build in his gut once again.
“Oh, fuck,” Izuku breathes, his hand increasing in spead against his clit. “Want you to cum on my cock, baby. Wanna see you squirt again; wanna see you ruin these fucking sheets,” he groans, his pace quickening as he finds Katsuki’s G-spot. “C’mon, angel. Do it for me. Do it for your Deku.”
“De–Izu-ku–FUCK!” Katsuki’s back arches off the bed as his muscles tense, his pussy clamping around Izuku’s cock like a vice as he cums. Slick squirts out from around Izuku’s cock, effectively coating Izuku’s thighs and soaking the sheets beneath them.
Izuku fucks him through his second orgasm, his thrusts unrelenting as he chases his own orgasm. Katsuki’s quickly thrown into the sweet bliss of overstimulation–his hands falling to twitch at his sides as stars paint his vision. He’s nothing more than a babbling mess as Izuku pounds him into the mattress.
“Feel so good, baby. Gonna–fuck–gonna fuck you full of my cum, okay? Wanna claim you, wanna ruin you for anybody else. You’re mine, you belong to me–so I can cum inside, yeah? Wanna watch it–oh, shit–drip out. I’ll even eat it out of you after–god, baby–if you want,” Izuku rambles, his hands moving to grip Katsuki’s hips.
“Yes! In–inside! Please! Wanna be full of your cum, Izu’,” Katsuki whines, nodding his head.
“Oh fucking fuck,” Izuku moans, tipping his head forward as he thrusts once, twice–three more times before he’s slamming home, spilling his seed inside Katsuki’s cunt. The feeling of being stuffed full of Izuku’s cum sends Katsuki over the edge one more time; his pussy clamping around him and milking him for everything he’s got.
A few shallow thrusts and then Izuku’s collapsing on the mattress beside Katsuki, his softening cock sliding out of him slowly as they both try to catch their breaths.
“That was amazing, Kacchan,” Izuku says, his eyes practically sparkling as he looks at Katsuki.
“Yeah, it was so good,” Katsuki hums, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
“Soooo… you like role playing now?” Izuku asks, his eyebrows wiggling as he grins back at his husband.
“I like you in a skimpy little maid’s outfit, yes,” Katsuki muses, chuckling at the way his husband’s eyes widen. “Needa get you to actually clean the house like this.”
“No actual cleaning would get done, Kacchan,” Izuku deadpans, looking back at Katsuki with an unimpressed expression.
“Yeah, ‘cause I’ll be jumping your bones the second you come out of the bedroom,” he laughs, reaching over to pinch a freckled cheek. “Maybe I should find you another costume.”
“I want Kacchan to dress up!” Izuku pouts, swatting away Katsuki’s hand.
Maybe Katsuki should buy himself a costume for next time.
Perhaps, a kitty costume?
Maybe.