My Baby Tho - Tumblr Posts

"stay still," you instruct, bringing the tweezers closer to san's eyebrows. as you lean forward, your glasses slip down your nose, allowing you to get a better view of his face.

the poor boy lies on your couch with his head resting on your lap. his forehead is already turning red from your careful attentions. he's making an effort to remain still, but his body flinches at the sight of the metallic tool approaching his face.

"i'm trying," he whines softly, his voice barely audible. you pause, looking down into his eyes. he gazes back at you with pleading, puppy-like eyes, and you can't help but be moved. his droopy eyelids and downcast gaze tug at your heartstrings. with a sigh, you lean in further and plant a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"you're doing great, baby. i'll make you look pretty," you whisper, wiping his eyebrows and removing any stray hairs that remain.

"but i thought i was already pretty," he grumbles, pouting and looking away. you can't help but laugh at his expression, replying, "oh, you're definitely my pretty boy," before swiftly plucking another hair from his eyelid. in response, he lets out a scream and instinctively brings his hands up to his face, applying pressure to the sensitive area.

you croon softly, reaching for your pepsi cup that rested on the glass table in front of you. placing it on san's right eyebrow, you let the coldness soothe him. "did that hurt, baby?"

san enjoyed being pampered, so you indulged him, wanting to distract him so he could let you finish his eyebrows. you return the cup to its original spot, just after taking a sip, and then use your fingers to gently wipe away the remaining droplets of cold water from his face, your thumb caressing him tenderly. he nods softly in response, his blush evident. he's clearly relishing the attention, and you know it. with a knowing smile, you tilt your head to the side.

"do you want me to kiss the pain away?" once again, he nods, his expression lost in admiration. bringing your lips to his eyelid, you feel the coldness against your mouth as you plants a soft smooch.

"no, i don't want it there," he frowns adorably, making it difficult for you to contain the squeal that wants to escape. you ask him where he wanted the kiss, maintaining eye contact, and he points to his lips. your smile widens, and you lean in to give him a gentle kiss on his lips.

"okay now stop moving for real"

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