Thread by @srry4myfault

#sopeau Threadfic️|| Maid Yoongi

Halloween finally comes around, and their costumes are delivered.
Yoongi's costume isn't exactly what they ordered, but Hoseok isn't one to complain.

▪️ Bttm YG
▪️ Top HSK
▪️ Established Couple

Yg's costume is simple. He wanted to be an emperor. He had chosen a black, knee length robe with a golden dragon motif on the shoulders and chest. Hsk had gotten the idea to order a long blonde wig and a black headband. Yg agreed that it would pull it together. +

Hsk had even booked an appointment later that night to see a makeup artist before the party.

If Hsk is anything, he’s thorough.

But the second Hsk unzips the second garment bag, both of their jaws drop. +

Because in Hsk's hands, he holds not an emperor costume, but a fucking French maid costume. A short black dress with a white frilly apron. A small clear bag dangles from the hanger containing what appears to be a pair of lace trimmed stockings. +

“Shit. That’s not mine,” Yg mumbles.

Hsk is silent.

“Seok-ah, where’s my costume?” Yg asks, slightly panicked. They only have two hours left before their makeup appointment, and time is ticking.

Hsk still doesn’t answer him. His eyes are glued to the dress. +

Yg immediately goes to the counter to check inside the box, only to find it empty aside from the receipt. He then checks the address on the box, but after scanning it three times—no, it’s correct. +

Yg jumps when Hsk tosses the garment bag, dress and all, onto the countertop beside him. He's scrabbling at the tag on the inside of the collar moments later, flipping it over and reading it with a concentrated furrowed brow. +

“Hoseok-ah, what are you doing?”

“Trying to find the size,” he mumbles, barely audible over his frenzy.

“Why?”

Hsk groans, flipping up the skirt to look there as well, but he’s getting more agitated by the second when his searching comes up fruitless. Yg almost laughs at him+

because he’s acting so wild.

“Seok-ah, why? They don’t put sizing on custom made apparel.”

“Shit, you’re right.” Hsk's fingers fly up to the buttons on the collar and unbutton the top two, then he clumsily pulls the dress from the hanger. +

He holds it up by the shoulders of the sleeves, then turns and holds it in front of Yg, pressing it into his chest.

Yg looks down, and that’s when it clicks.

“Oh, hell no,” Yg grumbles. “No fucking way in hell.” +

Hsk isn’t paying him any mind. Yg watches a mischievous gleam flash in his eyes as he scans him. His nerves climb at the sight.

“This would fit you,” Hsk whispers, mostly to himself.

Yg bites his lip to hide the shy smile that threatens to crack his stony composure. +

“Did you hear me? No way in hell. It’s not even mine.”

Their eyes meet and Yg smile falters. He's seen that expression before. Many times. Hsk's eyes are heavy-lidded and dark, pupils blown. Mischief is long gone. +

Yg flinches when Hsk quickly turns and lays the dress back down on the counter.

“I need to make a phone call, hyung. I’ll figure out where your costume is.” Hsk pulls his phone from his back pocket and breezes past Yg toward the front door of the apartment. +

Yg watches him half-jog down the hallway.

“I’ll be right back,” he calls.

“Where are you—?”

Yg hears the click of the front door closing before he gets any form of an answer. He sighs and rubs his temples, because what the fuck. +

Why would Hsk want him to wear a dress? Is he into that? The thought of wearing a dress was downright humiliating. And with stockings? Christ.

He glances at the maid costume, then down at himself. +

It’s a little too kinky for his taste. He hasn’t been with anyone before that he trusted enough to experiment with. Even though he had done things like having his hands bound and being blindfolded, that was as far as he ever went. +

The reaction the dress garnered from Hsk has him considering the option though. If Hsk is into it, the very least he could do was try it, and Yg trusts him more than anyone else in his life.

What’s the harm in trying? +

Yg reaches forward to feel the fabric of the dress, rubbing it between his fingers curiously. The skirt is silky smooth and shines under the pendant lights hanging low over the kitchen island. +

He brushes the whole dress to the side and looks at the stockings inside the bag on the hanger, but there’s something else behind them that catches his attention. He flips the bag over and his eyes go wide.

A fucking headband with fuzzy black cat ears. +

Hsk calls him kitten sometimes—

Yg jumps away from the counter and pretends to look busy on his phone when he hears the front door open once again. Hsk speeds down the hall, beaming at him. +

“Okay, they found your costume, hyung. They’re sending someone to deliver it now.” Hsk comes to a stop just beside the kitchen island and looks down. “It was a simple mistake in the names. A woman named Min Yumi was expecting this—oh, oh my god—” +

Hsk's eyes are fixed on the countertop. He lifts a hand to cover his spreading grin. Yg follows his gaze and feels his neck get hot when he spots the cat ears inside the bag.

Yg's blush deepens and he clears his throat. “So, when will Min Yumi be getting her dress, Seok-ah?” +

“Well, they’re making her a new one.” Hsk turns to face him and smirks.

“Why? Can’t you just take this one back?”

“No, why would I?”

Yg breathes a derisive laugh. “Because it doesn’t belong to you?” +

“Well,” Hsk trails off and smoothes the dress out with his hands. He smiles at it, then at Yg. “That’s not entirely true.”

Yg stares at him, perplexed.

“Hyung, I just bought it over the phone.”

Oh. Oh. +

Yg's stomach does a flip as he lets out a skeptical laugh. “You’re kidding right?”

Hsk shakes his head and licks his lips. He pulls Yg's phone from his hands and places it on the counter beside him as he slowly closes the distance between them. +

Yg's face is on fire. “Seok-ah, I don’t know if I would like wearing a dress.”

“No?” Hsk chuckles and loops his arms around his waist. “Not even for me? I just shelled out triple the cost for this one since they have to remake it for Yumi on such short notice.” +

“You want to see me in a dress?”

“Yes, so bad. You’re so pretty.” Hsk leans forward and nuzzles Yg's cheek. “Put a bow on you… even prettier.” +

Yg hesitates. “Seok-ah, I don’t know—” He shivers when Hsk presses a gentle kiss to the side of his neck. He glances apprehensively at the costume over his shoulder. “You think about me… in a dress?” +

“Yeah, pretty often actually.” Hsk chuckles and kisses lower, tugging down the collar of his sweatshirt to nibble on his collarbone. He speaks into his skin, “And here it is, delivered to my front door.” +

Yg thinks on that for a long moment, but the feeling of Hsk's lips drifting back up his neck has him bending. Bending to the whims and requests of putting on a fucking French maid costume.

He reluctantly caves. +

“Fine, but if I don’t like it—” Yg trails off with a gasp when Hsk begins to suck a bruise into his neck. “H-Hey, stop. I don’t want Jungkook making any comments tonight. Remember last time? He wouldn’t shut up.”

Hoseok laughs. “Hush, they can cover it up with makeup later.” +

He presses a soft kiss to Yg's lips before stepping back to the counter to collect the small bag from the hanger. He hands Yg the dress and places the bag with the accessories on top of it.

“Go put it on,” Hsk demands. “I’ll be waiting in the bedroom.” +

Yg chokes on a breath.

“Wait, pump the brakes.” Yg lets out a nervous laugh. “You mean now?”

“Yes. Now.”

So begins the anxious rambling. +

“We have to leave in an hour and a half, Seok-ah. I don’t know if that’s a good idea. What if my costume arrives too late? I wasn’t expecting to get a dress, and now—”

“I wanna fuck you in it,” Hsk interrupts, a sly smirk pulling at the corner of pink lips. +

Shit.

“Seok-ah—”

Hsk's mouth crashes onto his before he has the chance to get another word out. Yg fumbles the bag to the floor and nearly drops the dress when Hsk steps forward and crowds him into the edge of the kitchen island. +

His tongue passes over Yg's bottom lip, and he lets his mouth fall open. Their tongues meet a second later. Tasting and licking together around breaths.

Hsk has him pinned, and whatever argument he had before slowly falls away in the recesses of his mind. +

The edge of the marble countertop digs into his ass hard enough to hurt, and Hsk's hips rut into his thigh. Yg feels him burgeoning in the crotch of his jeans. He moans from the friction, silenced only halfway before Hsk pulls away from the kiss. +

Hsk's pupils are blown, wide and deep and endless. “I wanna fuck you in this dress ‘til you’re all whiny and begging me to let you come.”

“Shit, you—”

“Go put it on,” Hsk whispers, low like a growl. +

Yg shivers, goosebumps prickling on his arms. “Now?”

“Now.”

Yg is conscious of how much danger he’s in. Not the terrifying kind, but the kind that has a flame igniting in his veins. +

Hsk fans it even hotter when he kisses his cheek and leans close to his ear. He whispers, “Hurry up. You know how impatient I get.”

Yg blushes and gives him a pensive nod.

“Good boy.”

Hsk steps back and Yg could finally move again, but barely. His legs felt like jello. +

After handing Yg the bag he’d dropped, Hsk delivers a swift slap to his ass. Yg sucks in a loud breath and stumbles forward in the direction of the bathroom to change.

He's is in too deep already.

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Thanks for reading this little sneaky peeky hehe. There's a lot more to come—including Yoongi.