BBS and Friends Smuts

Krii7y: Drunken Bet

Requested by: poppylivin , Stupilirious ,   (You guys asked for krii7y <3)

(for Poppy) lmao so like, I wasn't sure what you meant by "milk maid outfit" so I hope that you're gucci with me just using a maid costume (the one in the picture) :)

Also for this chapter I wont have them hang out with the BBS crew, but instead some of the GBG crew (Fitz and all of them) just because (part of how I wrote this) went more with how GBG acted than how BBS peoples do

Top: Kryoz/John

Bottom: Smii7y/Jaren

John's POV:

The guys and I laughed as we were sitting in Smii7y's house. The boys had their own hotel rooms but we came here today just to hang out. It was the last day before everyone had to go home from this visit, and we were all high energy. Mason was runnning around, high off his ass, as Jay and Toby chased him trying to calm him down. Cam, Swagger, and I sat on the couch dying with laughter as we watched this unfold in front of us.

Eventually, we got Mason to sit still long enough for somebody to come up with a plan. Swagger suggested that we play truth or dare and we all agreed that alcohol would be involved. As the boys went to go pick their poison, I held out my hand and made a bet with Jaren as he returned from the bathroom.

"I bet you that all these fuckers are gonna leave drunk off their asses." He chuckled as he processed what I said and shook my hand.

"Bet."

*yes a time skip*

Towards the midnight mark, everybody was either tipsy or extremely drunk. Me, being the only remotely sober one, called Ubers for my friends to make sure they got to their hotels okay while I stayed with Jaren.

He huffed as I turned around, knowing damn well that I won the bet, even in his slightly drunk mindset.

"What do i have to doo" He slurred as I sat down next to him. I thought for a second until I remembered the dress I bought for my ex and brought to give to Bordie, who conveniently didn't show up due to being sick. I made eye contact with Jaren and finally spoke, "Dress up in a maids outfit and do as I say, until I leave to go home."

He blushed and gave me a "are you fuckin serious" look. I laughed and walked upstairs to where my suitcase layed. I pulled the dress out and walked back to where Jaren was, only to find him sitting on the couch in only his boxers. I stood there in a trance, thrown off by the countless freckles on his body and the reddening due to him heavily blushing. He snapped me out of it by chucking a pillow at my forehead and whinning, "Just give me the fucking dress, John."

I finally handed him the dress and watched him struggle a little while putting it on. I felt myself start to get hard when I realized just how short the dress was on him. It also took me a second to realize that he also put the outfits panties on, which I didn't really plan for but hey, I'm definitely not complaining.

I wasn't going to be that much of an asshole and make him do something stupid, so I asked him if he thinks he can cook in his state. He though for a second before nodding so I told him to go make dinner for us. He blushed and walked into the kitchen to go start it. After carrying his clothes into his room and putting them in the dirty clothes bin, I joined Jaren in the kitchen.

I walked in to see Jaren leaning up to grab something out of his reach, the dress lifting up and showing me the thong that came with the dress. I snapped myself out of it and went over to help him. He was quite a bit shorter than me so I walked up behind him and grabbed the bowl with ease. He lightly laughed and thanked me as he got off his tippy toes, rubbing against me in the process. I groaned and held a tight grip onto the counter around him.