Pretty Boy
Pretty Boy
Pairing: Baekhyun/Jongin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: genderswap, I say nc-17, but really its mostly foreplay
Baekhee is half way through her usual perusal of the comments on her blog. Her most recent post, a video on how to do butterfly wings in liquid eyeliner and blush, has tons of comments and has been shared over a 100 times already. She decides to pop over to her fandom website (it's cute how they think she wouldn't find it. Or join it purely so she could read what they're saying. It's like they forget she's an Internet dweller herself). Logged on, she sees one entry in the random talk thread is marked Super Hot, meaning since it’s been posted its been commented on 5,000 times; the upload stamp says its only four hours old. Intrigued about what could have her fans so riled up she clicks into a bare entry with only two sentences in neat black 12 point type.
"She's had a 'here's my boyfriend' tag and a 'boyfriend does my makeup' tag. Is it wrong that- as nice as the butterfly was- all I really want to see from her is a 'I do my boyfriend's makeup' tag?"
The comments are intensely in favor; Baekhee shrugs mentally. The reason she got this account was so she could see what the fans really wanted, and if what they wanted was her making up Jongin- She looks up from the laptop screen just as he shuffles into the bedroom, arms stretched above his head and stomach peeking out between his shirt hem and waistband.
"Hey," he grunts before walking over to kiss her temple and flopping facedown on the bed beside her. "Just finished sending my part of the project in. And at" a glance to the clock "11:49 on a Saturday my weekend finally begins."
Baekhee closes her laptop carefully and sets it on the nightstand by the bed before climbing to straddle the backs of Jongin's thighs and pushes the heels of her hands into his lower back.
"You feel okay, babe?"
"Yeah. Man, you give great massages. Who do I speak to, how much do I pay, what do I do to get a massage from you every day?"
Baekhee's hands only still for half a second.
"Well. If you're asking..."
Jongin grunts and has somehow managed to flip over under her. He's got one of her wrists in each hand and he's peering at her from beneath heavy lids.
"Alright, what do you want?"
"Another boyfriend makeup tag?"
"We've already introduced me, guessed each other's answers to random questions, and I've done your makeup. What else could there be? Except-" his eyes widen as Baekhee glances at her makeup kit and then peers down at his face in consideration. (His skin tone is darker than hers but she's got some stuff left from the summer she had that sweet tan, it could work). "Baekhee no." He slides out from under her and moves off the bed.
"No, no, no, no, I am not letting you put makeup on me."
"Aw come on."
"No."
Baekhee draws up to stand on her knees in the middle of the bed before slumping, calves tucked beneath her so she sits, and throws her arms out haphazardly. The sheets give a flumph when her hands smack against the bed.
"Why not?! You wore makeup all the time for dance!"
"That was a little foundation and some eyeliner, it was required for performances, and need I remind you I swore off all eye makeup as soon as the season ended?"
"Fine! That's totally fine, we can just do foundation, a little blush, maybe a lipstick or lipstain-"
"Baek."
"Please? It's for the fans. I could do it now so you can see what you'd look like and if you don't hate it we'll do it on camera."
Baekhee has scrambled forward on the bed, moving so quickly in her haste to convince Jongin that her skirt hiked up randomly. Swatches of thigh are now exposed as she kneels at the edge of the bed, her hands clasped and eyes wide. Jongin sighs and ruffles his hair in thought, before trudging over to pull out the computer chair and fall into it.
"Well? C'mere girl, and bring your box of wonder."
Jongin grins at her delighted squeal and watches as she snatches up her make up case and moves to stand in front of him, setting the open case in his lap. Jongin tips his head up to peer at her as he leans forward, and he raises one eyebrow before breathing her name in voice an octave lower than usual.
"Baekhee."
"Hmm?"
He suddenly grins and hands her a tube of something liquid- its foundation, and the right shade for him too.
"Paint me like one of your French girls."
Baekhee laughs loud and full, shoving him back into the chair with her free hand.
"Shut up! And wheel over here to the three way mirror."
Baekhee stand in the center of the mirror and faces out. This way, Jongin will be able to see his reflection behind her as she works and she'll be able to check his reaction to the whole look in her peripheral vision using the side mirrors. Even with all her badgering, she really doesn't want him to get uncomfortable with this. When he's situated in front of her she takes a deep breath before smiling down at him softly.
"Let’s start!"
The primer is quick and easy, and the foundation doesn't take much longer. Her fingers pass longingly over the felt tip liquid eyeliner pen but Jongin swats her hand away and gives her a large soft bristle brush and a pale pink blush.
"No eyes."
Baekhee grouses good-naturedly before setting the blush back into her bag and pulling out a slightly warmer pink.
"I'll thank you to let the guru pick your colors, sir."
Jongin shakes his head and smiles before holding his hands up in surrender.
"Alright alright. Go ahead."
Baekhee dusts the brush through the compact and taps it against the side a little before sweeping it over the apple of Jongin's cheekbone. He's relaxed with his eyes shut and the tickle of the brush feels foreign, foreign enough that he gasps a little. Baekhee's eyes zero in on the thick lips barely parted, and pulls the brush over his skin to see if he'll gasp again. He does, and she takes her time applying blush to the other cheek, dragging along slowly as his breath stutters.
"Baaaaeek." Jongin's whining but his voice is low and gruff and it almost sounds like a moan. (It's not though. Baekhee knows what all his moans sound like, has them categorized in her mind and organized into favorites).
"Yeah, babe?"
"The brush. Feels weird. Quit it."
His nose twitches cutely, and Baekhee takes mercy, pulling the brush away and setting it aside to clean before closing the compact. She's starting to feel that ache between her legs though, and she can't get the image of Jongin's mouth falling open over a brush out of her mind. She tells him to grab the balm he keeps in his pocket and moisten up while she searches for a good lip color. She comes across a wine red so deep its kissing plum that she hasn't touched since she bought it. It's a bit more striking than any look she normally wears but she knows enough about her craft to pull it off without being garish. Jongin, however, has just the right amount of golden undertone to his skin for it to look sultry without extra work. She pulls it out and sets her bag in the floor before climbing into the chair with him and straddling his lap. He looks up at her, one eyebrow raised in question but otherwise silent. The chair creaking under the added weight the only sound in an otherwise silent room. Baekhee hesitates for a moment because this is kinda weird, but Jongin loves her no matter what; she grips his jaw in one hand and squeezes hard enough to make his mouth fall open. His change in demeanor is instant, body falling lax in submission but eyes dark and taunting, challenging her to mark him. She spares a moment for internal thanks that Jongin has always been so accepting and accommodating and sexy before surging forward in the chair to press closer, long pretty fingers holding him steady as she drags the colored wax across his lips.
"Baek."
"Shut up." Her voice sounds ragged and strained to her own ears as she applies another coat. Jongin slides his hands up her sides to rest on her hips, grounding her momentarily before speaking again, this time sounding significantly more wrecked himself.
"Baekhee."
"What?"
Jongin takes the lipstick from her hands and caps it, setting it aside.
"Baekhee, kiss me. Please."
He pulls her down slowly, one finger hooked into her shirt collar, tugging her closer. She holds completely still until she feels their lips touch, and then she comes alive in his arms, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck and nipping at his lips with bruising force. She isn't sure when or how he rolled the chair closer to the bed but suddenly he's standing, pivoting, and dumping her down into their sheets. Her skirt flies up as he tosses her and isn't covering anything but her stomach anymore; his eyes zero in on the telltale wetness of her underwear. Jongin crawls up over her, murmurs that sound a lot like so wet and just for me escaping as he huffs. He stills when he's face to face with her, strong forearms bracketing her head.
"So tell me, guru. Am I pretty?"
Baekhee groans and fans both her hands across the sides of his face, thumbs framing his nose.
"So pretty, babe, such a pretty boy. Ya got a little- here."
Baekhee can feel her breath picking up as she runs her fingers around the edge of his mouth, wiping up the lipstick she smeared. She can't help herself when his mouth looks so pretty and she ends up running a finger along the inside of is lower lip. Jongin catches the tip of her finger with his tongue and pulls the digit farther into his mouth. He grabs her attention and holds eye contact as he begins to slowly wrap his tongue around the lower knuckle and pull back, sucking gently. He doesn't even get to the pad of her finger before Baekhee pulls her hand away from his face and pushes his head down between her legs with a whine. Jongin noses at the fabric between her thighs and her legs spread even farther apart on instinct.
"Do you want me to kiss you here? Is it my tongue you want? Use words, love, you have to say it."
"Yes! Yes, Jongin, my pretty boy, please. I want your mouth."
Jongin presses down to suck one lipstick outlined bruise on to her inner thigh before humming and pulling her cute panties down.
Jongin crawls up to curl around Baekhee after she'd kicked him away. He buries his nose in her hair and sniffs.
"I can't believe you actually kicked me. What was that for?"
"You deserved it." Baekhee nips under his jaw as she slips one hand into his underwear to grip at him. He grunts at the first slow stroke but she quickly sets a faster rhythm. "I thought I was about to explode; my eyes teared up. 'Come on', you said. 'For me', you said. 'I know you can do it', you said. Four freakin orgasms back to back, Jongin. Four."
She emphasizes that last word with a twist on the upstroke that has Jongin curling in on himself with a shout. Baekhee pulls back to stare at him in amazement.
"I had no idea you were so close. You always get so into eating me."
Jongin shakes his head loosely in his post orgasm state.
"I always thought my girlfriend would love how much getting her off gets me off, but all you do is whine at me after." He rolls on top of her and peers down into her face.
"Admit that you love it."
"Mm, I do."
Baekhee takes him in- the streaks of sweat running through the foundation, lipstick mostly wiped away and what little there is left smeared around his mouth, eyes bright, and cheeks glowing more resplendently than any blush she owned.
"Yeah I do love it. And I love you. And I love this look. Maybe... maybe we not share this one with my fans."
Jongin's eyes soften, and he gives her a small nod. He pulls back and lifts her off the bed.
"Let's go get clean."
"Okay."
"Hey, Baekhee?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"I love you too."
Pairing: Baekhyun/Jongin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: genderswap, I say nc-17, but really its mostly foreplay
Baekhee is half way through her usual perusal of the comments on her blog. Her most recent post, a video on how to do butterfly wings in liquid eyeliner and blush, has tons of comments and has been shared over a 100 times already. She decides to pop over to her fandom website (it's cute how they think she wouldn't find it. Or join it purely so she could read what they're saying. It's like they forget she's an Internet dweller herself). Logged on, she sees one entry in the random talk thread is marked Super Hot, meaning since it’s been posted its been commented on 5,000 times; the upload stamp says its only four hours old. Intrigued about what could have her fans so riled up she clicks into a bare entry with only two sentences in neat black 12 point type.
"She's had a 'here's my boyfriend' tag and a 'boyfriend does my makeup' tag. Is it wrong that- as nice as the butterfly was- all I really want to see from her is a 'I do my boyfriend's makeup' tag?"
The comments are intensely in favor; Baekhee shrugs mentally. The reason she got this account was so she could see what the fans really wanted, and if what they wanted was her making up Jongin- She looks up from the laptop screen just as he shuffles into the bedroom, arms stretched above his head and stomach peeking out between his shirt hem and waistband.
"Hey," he grunts before walking over to kiss her temple and flopping facedown on the bed beside her. "Just finished sending my part of the project in. And at" a glance to the clock "11:49 on a Saturday my weekend finally begins."
Baekhee closes her laptop carefully and sets it on the nightstand by the bed before climbing to straddle the backs of Jongin's thighs and pushes the heels of her hands into his lower back.
"You feel okay, babe?"
"Yeah. Man, you give great massages. Who do I speak to, how much do I pay, what do I do to get a massage from you every day?"
Baekhee's hands only still for half a second.
"Well. If you're asking..."
Jongin grunts and has somehow managed to flip over under her. He's got one of her wrists in each hand and he's peering at her from beneath heavy lids.
"Alright, what do you want?"
"Another boyfriend makeup tag?"
"We've already introduced me, guessed each other's answers to random questions, and I've done your makeup. What else could there be? Except-" his eyes widen as Baekhee glances at her makeup kit and then peers down at his face in consideration. (His skin tone is darker than hers but she's got some stuff left from the summer she had that sweet tan, it could work). "Baekhee no." He slides out from under her and moves off the bed.
"No, no, no, no, I am not letting you put makeup on me."
"Aw come on."
"No."
Baekhee draws up to stand on her knees in the middle of the bed before slumping, calves tucked beneath her so she sits, and throws her arms out haphazardly. The sheets give a flumph when her hands smack against the bed.
"Why not?! You wore makeup all the time for dance!"
"That was a little foundation and some eyeliner, it was required for performances, and need I remind you I swore off all eye makeup as soon as the season ended?"
"Fine! That's totally fine, we can just do foundation, a little blush, maybe a lipstick or lipstain-"
"Baek."
"Please? It's for the fans. I could do it now so you can see what you'd look like and if you don't hate it we'll do it on camera."
Baekhee has scrambled forward on the bed, moving so quickly in her haste to convince Jongin that her skirt hiked up randomly. Swatches of thigh are now exposed as she kneels at the edge of the bed, her hands clasped and eyes wide. Jongin sighs and ruffles his hair in thought, before trudging over to pull out the computer chair and fall into it.
"Well? C'mere girl, and bring your box of wonder."
Jongin grins at her delighted squeal and watches as she snatches up her make up case and moves to stand in front of him, setting the open case in his lap. Jongin tips his head up to peer at her as he leans forward, and he raises one eyebrow before breathing her name in voice an octave lower than usual.
"Baekhee."
"Hmm?"
He suddenly grins and hands her a tube of something liquid- its foundation, and the right shade for him too.
"Paint me like one of your French girls."
Baekhee laughs loud and full, shoving him back into the chair with her free hand.
"Shut up! And wheel over here to the three way mirror."
Baekhee stand in the center of the mirror and faces out. This way, Jongin will be able to see his reflection behind her as she works and she'll be able to check his reaction to the whole look in her peripheral vision using the side mirrors. Even with all her badgering, she really doesn't want him to get uncomfortable with this. When he's situated in front of her she takes a deep breath before smiling down at him softly.
"Let’s start!"
The primer is quick and easy, and the foundation doesn't take much longer. Her fingers pass longingly over the felt tip liquid eyeliner pen but Jongin swats her hand away and gives her a large soft bristle brush and a pale pink blush.
"No eyes."
Baekhee grouses good-naturedly before setting the blush back into her bag and pulling out a slightly warmer pink.
"I'll thank you to let the guru pick your colors, sir."
Jongin shakes his head and smiles before holding his hands up in surrender.
"Alright alright. Go ahead."
Baekhee dusts the brush through the compact and taps it against the side a little before sweeping it over the apple of Jongin's cheekbone. He's relaxed with his eyes shut and the tickle of the brush feels foreign, foreign enough that he gasps a little. Baekhee's eyes zero in on the thick lips barely parted, and pulls the brush over his skin to see if he'll gasp again. He does, and she takes her time applying blush to the other cheek, dragging along slowly as his breath stutters.
"Baaaaeek." Jongin's whining but his voice is low and gruff and it almost sounds like a moan. (It's not though. Baekhee knows what all his moans sound like, has them categorized in her mind and organized into favorites).
"Yeah, babe?"
"The brush. Feels weird. Quit it."
His nose twitches cutely, and Baekhee takes mercy, pulling the brush away and setting it aside to clean before closing the compact. She's starting to feel that ache between her legs though, and she can't get the image of Jongin's mouth falling open over a brush out of her mind. She tells him to grab the balm he keeps in his pocket and moisten up while she searches for a good lip color. She comes across a wine red so deep its kissing plum that she hasn't touched since she bought it. It's a bit more striking than any look she normally wears but she knows enough about her craft to pull it off without being garish. Jongin, however, has just the right amount of golden undertone to his skin for it to look sultry without extra work. She pulls it out and sets her bag in the floor before climbing into the chair with him and straddling his lap. He looks up at her, one eyebrow raised in question but otherwise silent. The chair creaking under the added weight the only sound in an otherwise silent room. Baekhee hesitates for a moment because this is kinda weird, but Jongin loves her no matter what; she grips his jaw in one hand and squeezes hard enough to make his mouth fall open. His change in demeanor is instant, body falling lax in submission but eyes dark and taunting, challenging her to mark him. She spares a moment for internal thanks that Jongin has always been so accepting and accommodating and sexy before surging forward in the chair to press closer, long pretty fingers holding him steady as she drags the colored wax across his lips.
"Baek."
"Shut up." Her voice sounds ragged and strained to her own ears as she applies another coat. Jongin slides his hands up her sides to rest on her hips, grounding her momentarily before speaking again, this time sounding significantly more wrecked himself.
"Baekhee."
"What?"
Jongin takes the lipstick from her hands and caps it, setting it aside.
"Baekhee, kiss me. Please."
He pulls her down slowly, one finger hooked into her shirt collar, tugging her closer. She holds completely still until she feels their lips touch, and then she comes alive in his arms, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck and nipping at his lips with bruising force. She isn't sure when or how he rolled the chair closer to the bed but suddenly he's standing, pivoting, and dumping her down into their sheets. Her skirt flies up as he tosses her and isn't covering anything but her stomach anymore; his eyes zero in on the telltale wetness of her underwear. Jongin crawls up over her, murmurs that sound a lot like so wet and just for me escaping as he huffs. He stills when he's face to face with her, strong forearms bracketing her head.
"So tell me, guru. Am I pretty?"
Baekhee groans and fans both her hands across the sides of his face, thumbs framing his nose.
"So pretty, babe, such a pretty boy. Ya got a little- here."
Baekhee can feel her breath picking up as she runs her fingers around the edge of his mouth, wiping up the lipstick she smeared. She can't help herself when his mouth looks so pretty and she ends up running a finger along the inside of is lower lip. Jongin catches the tip of her finger with his tongue and pulls the digit farther into his mouth. He grabs her attention and holds eye contact as he begins to slowly wrap his tongue around the lower knuckle and pull back, sucking gently. He doesn't even get to the pad of her finger before Baekhee pulls her hand away from his face and pushes his head down between her legs with a whine. Jongin noses at the fabric between her thighs and her legs spread even farther apart on instinct.
"Do you want me to kiss you here? Is it my tongue you want? Use words, love, you have to say it."
"Yes! Yes, Jongin, my pretty boy, please. I want your mouth."
Jongin presses down to suck one lipstick outlined bruise on to her inner thigh before humming and pulling her cute panties down.
Jongin crawls up to curl around Baekhee after she'd kicked him away. He buries his nose in her hair and sniffs.
"I can't believe you actually kicked me. What was that for?"
"You deserved it." Baekhee nips under his jaw as she slips one hand into his underwear to grip at him. He grunts at the first slow stroke but she quickly sets a faster rhythm. "I thought I was about to explode; my eyes teared up. 'Come on', you said. 'For me', you said. 'I know you can do it', you said. Four freakin orgasms back to back, Jongin. Four."
She emphasizes that last word with a twist on the upstroke that has Jongin curling in on himself with a shout. Baekhee pulls back to stare at him in amazement.
"I had no idea you were so close. You always get so into eating me."
Jongin shakes his head loosely in his post orgasm state.
"I always thought my girlfriend would love how much getting her off gets me off, but all you do is whine at me after." He rolls on top of her and peers down into her face.
"Admit that you love it."
"Mm, I do."
Baekhee takes him in- the streaks of sweat running through the foundation, lipstick mostly wiped away and what little there is left smeared around his mouth, eyes bright, and cheeks glowing more resplendently than any blush she owned.
"Yeah I do love it. And I love you. And I love this look. Maybe... maybe we not share this one with my fans."
Jongin's eyes soften, and he gives her a small nod. He pulls back and lifts her off the bed.
"Let's go get clean."
"Okay."
"Hey, Baekhee?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"I love you too."