Yaoi Book Of Smut And Fluff

Lipstick On His Lips

•the doms name is Scott. Sorry i don't think it ever came up in the actual story (I can't remember I was in a weird fever dream wile writing) anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one. It's the kinkiest one yet! My little whore Quinn (he's not my character shockingly) and Scott, fucking AGAIN! Hah, love you Jacob :3 my friend. Thank him viewer, for letting me writing this and not killing me after. Anyway this is the first oneshot that's not cannon. Holy hell this is long. Anyway I'm not sick anymore and it's another oneshot! Enjoy you kinky fuckers! also I swear I didn't plan the 69 thing XD•

*Daddy Kink, Slut shaming, just shaming in general. toys, rough sex, hair pulling and all the kinkys! You know ... all the fun stuff. Also everything is consented to*

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Groaning, I forced myself to wake up for the day. It was saturday so i didn't have work but i still had to get up early. I had plans with my little boy today. we were going to go out to the shop to get him a new skirt because, me being the gentlemen I was, tore his other one on accident when we were fucking in my office before a meeting. it had caught in one of my drawers when I had opened it to grab the lube, wich I always kept in their in case of this very situation, and when i had taken it off of him i must have been a bit to forceful because it tore a gigantic slip down the side of it. At the time neither of us cared but afterwards i got a earful of wined and pouts that only ended when i promised i would get him another one that was exactly the same as the one i had ruined. he always had a way of making me pay for stupid things like that, a talent of his i must say but even if it was sometimes very annoying and caused my wallet to empty more often than not, i loved that about him. My hand ran across the blanket to grab my baby boy and wake him up also, but soon i realized that he wasn't their. My heart raced and honestly, i think i shot up the quickest i've ever done because even i was astonished when i finally came to my senses. Still, i looked around quickly, trying to figure out where in the hell he went. he normally slept in when i let him and even when he happened to wake up before me he would normally stay in bed and wait for me to get up so i could make him breakfast. I was only able to calm my nerves when i heard a small humm coming from the bathroom and a little laugh that made my heart melt. The door was partially closed but still opened enough that it was easy to look inside, one of my rules for when he was getting ready in the morning so i made sure he didn't go back to his self harming. I saw him wrapped in a towel, a cute little smile on his face and a pile of clothes in his hands as he hid behind the shower curtain to get dressed. I guess i had woken up just in time to watch him get ready before we made breakfast. the boy got dressed behind the curtain and stepped out soon after but i couldn't see what he was wearing through the thick steam that was left over from his shower. I got up and sat at the edge of the bed, my eyes still heavy from the shock of waking up and my sweats and sleep shirt still on since i wasn't getting ready just yet.

I smiled as i watched my boyfriend look into the mirror that hung from my bathroom wall. He had a big smile on his face and you could clearly see the little wiggle he did from giddiness. I watched as he ran his hands through his pretty blonde hair, ruffling it up with a towel to dry it further. He reached into the small purple and pink sparkly bag that he had previously sat on the counter. He used the bag for make up even though its original purpose was a handbag, but i didn't mind and even if i did, he wasn't going to stop using it as such. The boy shuffled through all the make up he had collected over the year and a half of living with me before letting out a small 'ah ha'. He giggled again, flashing a small glance at me, which took him off guard since i hadn't been there before he got in the shower before taking out a small circular tube with a glass casing and something pinkish red inside. It was the lipstick i had bought him last time we went out to the mall. I gave him a reassuring smile, even if he didnt need it, and waited for him to continue on. I had always loved to watch Quinn put on his make up, it was like he turned into a different person when he was focusing so hard on making every little detail perfect. I knew it was just his perfectionism kicking in, but i still found it absolutely amazing how he was so talented on puting the stuff on himself. It made me wonder how well he would do when putting it on someone else, but he had already told me he didn't want to try it unless it was on me, so i just let that wonder go. It will forever be a mystery. Quinn hummed as he leaned in closer to the mirror, opening up the make up by pulling off the glass before parting his lips. I watched as he opened his mouth into an 'O' shape and ran the lipstick over his bottom lip, making it bounce a bit when he took it away. He repeated the process but with his top lip, being careful to define his cupids bow just enough. don't ask me how i know what a cupids bow is, its all Quinns fault.