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pjm - Please, Sir...

Title: Please, Sir

By: Saz4eva

Plot: So, you know that maid outfit Yoongi had to wear on Rookie King?

That's not the only time he's worn a maid outfit.
(Jimin knows very well why)

aka 5k of self-indulgent maid!Yoongi smut

Contains: maid outfit, Spanking, Light Dom/sub, Self-Indulgentsmutty smut, Deep Throating, Teasingmaid, Rimming, Stockings, Panties, cross dress, cross dressing

Ship: MYG, PJM (YoonMin)

A/N: See the end of the work for notes.

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Yoongi stares at the open gift box. Contemplatively nibbling on his lower lip, his face is a combination of slight bemusement, horror and fascination (untied satin ribbon forgotten on the floor). The others have gone out for night, wanting to spend their whole day off to the fullest. Apparently though, Jimin had other plans (involving him).

Usually, he and stockings don't mix. The furthest involvement he's had with stockings is having to put them on his head as game punishments on broadcasts. Somehow, Yoongi has the slightest inclination that this might be even more humiliating. He didn't think that Jimin would actually take him seriously when he off-handedly mentioned a curiosity for finding out what wearing stockings would feel like.

He swallows. A bit of pride goes down his throat too.

Well...No harm in finding out, I guess.

He lifts the sheer white stockings out of the blue satin box, admiring the slight sheen on it. Then he looks down at what was underneath the stockings, and his jaw drops.

* * * * * *

"Park Jimin, what the fuck did you buy? What the fuck is this?"

Yoongi is agitatedly clutching the black stockings and a maid costume (a fucking, honest-to-god maid costume) as he interrogates Jimin, who's just come out of the shower.

Jimin's eyes widen. Shit. I was meant to hide that.

"Hyung, uh..."

"Look, I know the maid costume thing was funny and all, but seriously? Like what the fuck, is this some kink you have?"

Jimin swallows, blush faint on his cheeks, gaze averted. "...Maybe."

Yoongi huffs, looking away from Jimin, as he flops down on to the couch, arms crossed. He's not that upset but this is...

"Look, babe, I didn't mean for you to find out like this. Like, I wanted it to be a surprise - the good kind." Jimin sits down next to Yoongi. "I promise I'll tell you about these sort of things in the future, okay?"

Yoongi glares at him.

Jimin nudges his shoulder against Yoongi's arm affectionately. "Hey. Remember what we said at the beginning of all this?" He reminds him gently. "That we'd be open to new stuff and try things out right?"

Sighing, Yoongi grumbles "It's not like I'd hate wearing a maid costume, but you just have to fucking tell me about it. What am I supposed to do when I suddenly just find an honest-to-god maid costume in our dorm? Where anybody could find it?!" God, he'd never live it down if Jungkook or Tae ever caught whiff of this. Especially Jungkook. That maknae could be such a little shit sometimes.

Jimin gives his arm a gentle squeeze. "Yeah. I know, I know. Sorry." Yoongi turns to stare petulantly at him, and just as he does, Jimin catches his lips in a soft, chaste kiss. Despite his mood, Yoongi finds his eyelids fluttering closed, leaning into Jimin's warmth. As they drift apart, Yoongi casts a sideways glance to his boyfriend.