requested - yes au - uni warnings - smut, crossdressing, daddy kink, impact play (spanking), anal play, fingering, pegging a/n - this is filth, i apologise. don't mind the typos, i'll edit it later. also, read the a/n below, pls and tq
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"i'm going to kill them," yoongi muttered under his breath, feeling the embarrassment crawl back ten times worse than before. his slim fingers reached to tighten the creamy coat straps around his tiny waist to hide any glimpse of the revealing outfit underneath in fear someone would walk out into the corridor and see him.
you see, some time last week, yoongi foolishly made a bet with jimin and taehyung on whether or not jungkook would have the balls to ask out this girl he really liked. yoongi, of course, said no. he had good reason too; jungkook was ridiculously timid and withdrawn, unless you mention overwatch, or give him banana milk, then it's a different story. simply put, one look at the boy and you'd see that he was unable to carry a conversation with someone he had romantic interest in, let alone ask them out.
"i'll be dead before that happens," he said. who would've thought. to say yoongi was astounded when he overheard about the new couple was a great understatement. of course, that very same day, jimin and his partner in crime showed up at their hyung's door, beaming from ear to ear, to tell him of the good news (and that he lost the bet).
normal people would've wanted money as a reward for winning a bet but jimin and taehyung were not normal, not in the least.
yoongi asked for seventy thousand won if his prediction triumphed. those two devils asked him to be a maid for a whole day, but not for them, no, no. for their close friend instead, who, coincidentally, also happened to be the person he was very much into. if that wasn't bad enough, they requested he also wear something to fit the occasion. yoongi was confident, not thinking twice about the terms since he thought he had this bet in the bag.
and now here he was, knocking softly on your door, deep regret flooding his covered body.
i should leave while i can, he thought, going to turn after a minute of silence, but his flee was interrupted by your shout and the door opening softly soon after.
he guessed you were in the middle of studying; you had your glasses on, some sweats and a loose top, fluffy socks encasing your feet.
"well, well, well, look who it is, min yoongi~ or should i say, my little helper?" you wiggled your eyebrows, teasing him as you moved out of the doorway so he could step in.
