a night in tokyo (Dan Howell x reader)

Chapter 1

May include
-intense smut
-mature language
-mature content.

You entered your hotel room which you've been using as an apartment since you, well, worked there. You the heard yelling coming from next door.

"THE TOILET IS OVERFLOWING SHIT SHIT SHIT."
Just then your phone rang. It was your manager. "Y/n we need you, get changed and go to room 724." He then hung up.

You put on your maids outfit, a short black dress with a white, apron like fabric hanging from under your waist. You tied your hair up in a messy bun and put on what you called you "maid makeup" which consisted of black eyeliner and cherry red lipstick.

You walked down to the room next to yours and knocked on the door. A tall, young brunette answered. You recognized him. It was Dan Howell... But it was against the code of conduct to talk to costumers so you entered silently.

"We're from England so we aren't used to the way toilets work here. " You turn around and giggle slightly covering your mouth and quickly apologizing. "I apologize for my inappropriate behavior Mr. Howell."

~Dans POV (point of view)~

When I opened the door a beautiful 5"8 Japanese maid walked in. She has (h/l) (h/c) which was tied in a bun and not to mention the cute maids outfit she was wearing ;)

She walked in without talking and went to our bathroom which was a bit embarrassing since I had my boxers and socks everywhere. She didn't say a word as she bent over looking around trying to see what was wrong.

Damn those are some nice curves. You thought eyeing her. "Uh, so how long have you been working here..." You look at her name tag "... Y/n". She looked at you and said "that's for me to know and for you to find out."

She then proceeded out of the room. Her last words being "There was a sock in your toilet, I suggest that you call me over whenever you need cleaning." And she bowed.

You plopped on your bed and called the front desk. "Namaste Sensei Howell, how may we assist you today." You chuckled. "I'd like to request y/n to be my personal maid for the rest of the trip." You say grinning. "Whatever you say she will do Sensei Howell, we will inform her and get her started right away."

Smooth move Howell.

*Your pov*
You entered your room, finally done for he day when you heard a call. You groaned loudly as you picked it up. "Y/n l/n how may I be of your assistance." It was your manager... Again... "Sensei Howell has requested YOU to be his personal maid. I suggest you start now by going over to his room." The line went dead.

Part of you was excited. The other part not. What if your favorite youtuber was a pedophile?! Aye aye aye....

You fixed your hair once again and knocked on his door. He opened it enthusiastically. "Hello y/n." You bowed down as he let you come in. "How may I be of assistance." You said cringing at your own words. He walked towards you and lifted your head up.

"Start by calling me master." He says as you gulp. "M-master?" He clapped his hands together "very nice! Now if you may please fetch me some malteasers, that would be swell." He said proceeding to his computer.

You exited the door and growled. You hated being treat like a slave. You grabbed the malteasers from the gift store and went back up to the room. You entered the room and repeated in your head.
Grace
Elegance
Beauty.
Those were the three words your career lived by. You handed "master" Howell the malteasers and stood up straight next to his bed. "Come, sit next to me." He said. You groan inside as you sat next to him unwillingly.

He slipped his hand around your waist as you slapped his hand. "ahem, code of conduct is that costumers are forbidden to touch the workers." Dan laughed. "Oh y/n, I've bought you for this week. I can do whatever I want." He winked at you as you gulped.

This was your dream come true.
But also your living nightmare...