SkepHalo Collection Book

I Wanna Ruin Your Makeup [S]

| image by me <3

Warnings: dacryphilia, overstim, voyeurism, choking, body worship, recording
Type: Smut

Top: Bad
Bottom: Skeppy

Enjoy!! |

Skeppy wasn't completely against having his makeup done. His sister used him as a test subject once or twice before, but this was different.

Bad tilted his head up for the fifth time. Skeppy kept tilting it away subconsciously. Can't blame him, though. Having a pencil pressed to your waterline was uncomfortable, and nerve wracking.

"Stop moving." Bad muttered, drawing a line of black under Skeppy's left eye, smudging it after pulling the pencil away.

Skeppy huffed. "Is this really necessary?"

"I just wanna see what you look like!"

Skeppy rolled his eyes. "Weirdo."

"I could stab your eye right now. Watch it."

Skeppy groaned but stayed still, letting Bad draw and smudge black around his eyes until he was happy.

"Done! Oh wait!" Bad leaned in again, drawing something underneath both of Skeppy's eyes. "Ok, now we're done."

Skeppy fought the urge to rub his eyes. "Can I see?" Bad pulled out his phone and handed it to Skeppy, who used the front camera to look at himself.

He was... really pretty. Like, super pretty. Bad had drawn little hearts under his eyes. It was cute. Snap. He took a photo for Bad, who quietly laughed at his boyfriend.

"So?" Bad capped the pencil and set it aside.

"I'm... really fucken pretty." Skeppy took another photo.

"Language!" Bad barked.

"Am I wrong though?"

Bad sighed and rolled his eyes affectionately. "Absolutely not." Bad took his phone back and pressed a quick kiss to Skeppy's lips. Skeppy chased him when he pulled away, pressing harder into the kiss.

Bad wrapped his arms around Skeppy and pulled him into his lap. They parted, breathing quick. Bad licked his lips and looked at Skeppy's. "I forgot something."

Skeppy snickered. "What now? A dress?"

Bad hummed, "Don't test me."

Skeppy shook his head, a goofy smile playing at his features.

Bad pushed him off his lap and dug through the plastic bag on the ground, pulling out a pale red tube. Lip gloss.

Skeppy watched Bad open it, debating on whether or not he'd allow Bad to put that on him. "Can you pout for me?" Bad knelt back on the bed.

"Do I have to?"

"We can take it right off if you don't like it. I have wipes."