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Juyeon regretted hosting a Christmas party at his place not even an hour into it. To sum it up in one word: chaos. Everyone was everywhere and he feared his house might be trashed by the time they all left.
“Guys, guys! Can we all calm down a bit?” Juyeon tried to yell over the noise, slightly feeling as if he was an elementary school teacher trying to silence an excited crowd of kids after recess. It didn’t help that absolutely no one heard him, or they chose not to listen to him.
He sighed and looked around him, trying to think of the best possible way to shush all these adult children when the doorbell rang, creating a new kind of chaos. He watched Eric and Haknyeon bolt to the door, eagerly swinging it open for the delivery person who brought their dinner for the night. Everyone else exclaimed variations of ‘hungry’ or ‘food’ as they flocked to the living room and settled down one by one in a circle.
If Juyeon knew food was all it would take to round them all up, he would’ve just waited. Either way, it worked out in the end. He inwardly shrugged and went to help Eric and Haknyeon carry the bags of food over to their group of friends where they all helped with setting it up around the center of their circle.
Juyeon reached over for a slice of pizza when a conversation between Changmin and Chanhee caught his attention.
“...and then I saw this maid outfit just as I was about to leave!”
“So buying it was the next logical thing to do? What the fuck, dude?” Chanhee laughed as he playfully hit Changmin’s shoulder before taking a bite out of his piece of chicken.
“What maid outfit?” Juyeon joined in on the conversation, curious about the said outfit.
Changmin went on to explain how he had gone Christmas shopping the other day and found a maid outfit in one of the stores he visited. He decided to buy it for the laughs and wasn’t really planning on doing anything with it.
“But!”
“But…?” Juyeon and Chanhee urged simultaneously.
“I thought it would be funny if I brought it with me today.” Changmin nodded towards his bag across the room.
“What would we do with it?” Juyeon asked, not really thinking anyone would volunteer to wear it.
Changmin shrugged. “I mean, I figured one of us would wear it? I don’t know.”
Eric, who somehow was probably listening while having his own conversation, chimed in. “Y’all could make a bet or something. Loser wears it.”
His suggestion caused a chain reaction of everyone asking each other for context, and soon enough everyone was pitching in different ideas for what they could bet on. Several minutes passed by with ideas going back and forth between all of them, but nothing was good enough.
“Okay, you know what? Why don’t we just bet on finishing the rest of the food? Whoever eats less or gives up first wears it.”
“But we all ate different amounts of food!”
“Boo hoo, oh well. Who’s participating?”
The lineup consisted of Haknyeon, Chanhee, and Juyeon himself. Surely he could beat one of them.
“And… go!”
.....
Juyeon stood in his bathroom, still refusing to believe that he actually lost the bet and was now dressed in a full maid outfit, knee socks and all. He could hear excited chatter beyond the door and couldn’t bring himself to leave. He couldn’t stay in here forever though, so he let out a sigh and walked out of the bathroom, eyes cast down to the floor.
A chorus of cheers and yells started as Juyeon made his way back to the living room. He felt his entire face burn red, squirming in place due to embarrassment.
“Awww Ju, you look so pretty!”
“I didn’t know you hired a maid Juyeon!”
“Try twirling!”
Though still flustered, Juyeon laughed and tried his best to entertain requests and respond to comments. While doing so, he eyed Changmin to gauge his reaction since he brought the outfit in the first place.
What he didn’t expect was the intense gaze sweeping over his entire figure. He almost looked angry, making Juyeon avert his eyes for a split second before looking back. But as though it was a figment of his imagination, Changmin was now smiling and laughing along with the others.
Juyeon’s heart dropped a little, surprising himself in the process. Why did the way Changmin looked at him matter at all? But he thought back to the fire burning in his friend’s eyes and realized it made him feel vulnerable, dare he admit.
There was only so much fun they could have with Juyeon in a maid outfit, and soon enough everyone was eager to move on to gift exchanging. Juyeon excused himself to change back into his own clothes. In the privacy of his bathroom, he was left to decipher his own emotions and the possible meaning behind the look Changmin gave him.
The one conclusion Juyeon could reach was that he liked the momentary interaction, whatever it was.
.....
The time on Juyeon’s phone showed that it was a bit past 12AM, marking the beginning of Christmas day. His friends left to go back to their own homes one by one until it was just him and Changmin lounging on the living room couch, doing their own thing on their phones.
Juyeon wanted to take this chance to ask about earlier, but he wasn’t sure if he should nor did he know how to start the conversation. He tested a few different starters in his head, but all of them sounded so out of nowhere. He’d just have to ask a mundane question.
“Changmin, aren’t you gonna go home soon?”
Changmin looked up at Juyeon and tossed his phone to the side, sitting up straight and stretching his arms out as if he was getting ready to leave.
“I should.”
Then he picked up his phone again and went straight back to scrolling through whatever he was looking at before. Juyeon stared, confused at his actions.
“So… that means you’re going to? Or?”
“Hmm. Maybe.”
Juyeon sat there, his brain working so hard to understand Changmin’s nonsensical actions that he could almost hear internet dial-up noises echoing in the back of his mind.
“You know Juyo,” started Changmin, not looking up from his phone. Juyeon snapped out of thinking and listened.
“You were really pretty dressed up in the maid outfit earlier.”
Juyeon laughed, this time confused at where this conversation was going. “Thanks?”
“I just think you could’ve looked a lot prettier doing more, that’s all.”
“Oh.”
He responded dumbly, not knowing what else to add. He supposed he could’ve asked why Changmin was staring at him earlier like he wanted to pounce on him, but now that the opportunity presented itself, he couldn’t bring himself to ask.
Changmin set his phone down again, screen face down like he wasn’t going to use it again. “If you don’t mind wearing it again, I’ll show you what I mean.”
And Juyeon did so, changing into the outfit again and standing in front of Changmin, waiting to see what would happen next. Changmin pulled him down to sit on the couch with him, and for a moment, they only sat there while Changmin experienced some kind of internal decision-making crisis.
“I was going to just go for it, but it doesn’t feel right to not ask.”
Juyeon motioned for him to continue.
“Do you mind if I… kiss you? I mean, this isn’t even half of what I meant–”
Juyeon leaned in, attaching his lips to Changmin’s in an abrupt surge of confidence. Changmin’s request explained what he wanted to know, and that was enough for him to try exploring his own feelings in the matter at hand.
He indulged himself in the kiss, lips moving greedily for a better taste. Changmin’s lips were so soft and molded together nicely with his own. He didn’t even know where his own hands were placed, but registered a hand coming up to cup his cheek and he sighed, leaning into the touch. Another hand came to rest against his chest, holding him steady from the force of his own body commanding him to push himself closer to Changmin. Everything felt so nice and so hazy at the same time.
Changmin pulled away too quickly for Juyeon’s liking and he barely choked back a whine from slipping out. He opened his eyes, disappointed at the loss of bliss but looked expectantly at his friend for whatever was next.
“Oh god, you’re so pretty Juyo…” Changmin moaned out, breathing heavily like he’d just run a mile.
“How can I look prettier?” Juyeon asked. “You told me I’d look prettier doing more.”
He heard Changmin curse under his breath. “Bend over and show me that pretty ass of yours.”
Juyeon’s own dick twitched in response to his words as he moved to do as he was told. He slid his boxers off and laid his torso across Changmin’s lap, lifting his skirt up to keep his ass in view. Changmin’s hand rested on his ass, taking his time in caressing and squeezing the soft skin.
“So pretty…” Changmin trailed off, then tutted his tongue. “It’s a shame you can’t do your job properly though. What a mess this house is.”
Juyeon didn’t get a chance to ask what he meant before a hand came down on his ass with a resounding smack. He let out a noise that he wasn’t sure was of pleasure or pain but was quick to apologize, something in his mind telling him he would be spanked again if he didn’t.
“I thought you were a maid, not a sloth.”
Oh, now that made sense. Juyeon had focused so much on being pretty that he momentarily forgot why it even happened in the first place. Though the sudden roleplaying caught him off-guard, he couldn’t deny the fact that he was growing more and more aroused.
“I’ll let you off easy since it’s the first time, but you still need to be punished.”
Juyeon’s ass was spread open and something wet landed on his hole. He gasped, the unexpected sensation making him slightly flinch on his position across Changmin’s lap and also making his arm brush against something hard. The situation clicked into Juyeon’s mind just as a finger intruded past his entrance.
He laid there helplessly as Changmin fucked his fingers in and out of him. All Juyeon could do was squirm and moan at the invasive digits sliding against his walls. He felt his dick starting to grow harder, eventually almost flat against his stomach. His dick was now positioned to where it brushed against the side of Changmin’s thigh every time he squirmed and it only stimulated him further. The intensity of the entire situation overwhelmed him in the best way possible.
“Please– ahh– fuck me already–”
Another resounding smack echoed in the living room and Juyeon cried out, a string of apologies escaping him.
“How disrespectful of you. I didn’t even hear a ‘please’, and that’s the bare minimum.”
“Please, please fuck me. I’ll do better. Oh my god, please.”
Changmin slid his fingers out from Juyeon’s hole. “You need to be taught manners, but you’re lucky I’m feeling nice today.”
Changmin instructed him to bend over on the couch instead, and Juyeon obliged quickly, legs spread apart instinctively.
“The outfit looks so good on you. You should consider adding skirts and knee length socks to your wardrobe.” Changmin noted offhandedly and kneeled behind Juyeon, sliding his pants and underwear down and positioning himself with Juyeon’s hole before pushing in. Juyeon let out a drawled moan, feeling the length of Changmin entering him and hearing him groan as he finally bottomed out.
Changmin pulled out slowly then snapped his hips back into Juyeon, forcing something akin to a yelp out of him. He repeated the motion, noises being literally knocked out of Juyeon each time he snapped his hips back into him. They picked up the pace pretty quickly, both aroused out of their minds and impatient to reach their highs.
Neither of them lasted very long after that point, Juyeon cumming first and releasing on the fabric of the dress. It didn’t take long for Changmin to follow, hips stuttering to a stop as he came inside of Juyeon. He pulled out and watched his cum drip out of Juyeon’s hole and down his thighs, just barely staining the socks as well. By god, that was a pretty sight if he ever saw one.
“Messy house and now a dirty uniform? Juyeon, you’re the worst maid ever.”
Juyeon huffed out a laugh as he got up from the couch. “And whose fault is that?”
“Oh, the house is definitely not my fault.” Changmin let out a hearty laugh and dressed himself back up before standing up to meet Juyeon to peck him on the lips.
“Do you want to keep the outfit? I think we could use it again sometime.”