Oneshot // You Make a Pretty Girl // Wonbin x Hongki
Title: You Make a Pretty Girl
Rating: PG-13
Paring: Wonbin x Hongki
Length: 935 words
Author's Note: Um...I got the prompt from the Suju prompt generator. and the dress was based on this picture :3
“You make such a pretty girl.”
I twirl in a circle in front of the full-length mirror that is propped up against my bedroom wall. The pink and white ruffles of my skirt brush my fingertips as the air lifts it a few inches. I stop, smiling as I adjust the cat-ear headband and the pink and white bow tie around my neck. I tug a little on the pinafore and pull up my thigh-high socks. I twirl again, only to stop part way to see you standing it the doorway, an obviously unhappy expression on your face. Sadly, I know exactly why, too. “Why are you wearing that dress?”
I allow a smirk to tug up the corner of my lips. “I was getting ready for you, love.” I say sweetly, taking a hold of your collar and pulling you down into a light kiss.
“But I asked you not to wear it anymore…”
Your voice is soft and loving as your hands push a few strands of hair behind my ear, removing the headband at the same time. I pout, but I know it won’t have any effect on you. “You just don’t like it because it turns you on and I know it.” I turn away from you, but you catch my face with your other hand, bringing me back to face you and landing another kiss on my mouth.
“That doesn’t mean I enjoy it.”
Your breath flows softly over my lips as you speak and I can’t help but feel the guilt creep up, the guilt I haven’t felt for three years, since the first time I met you. Your fingers lift the edge of the dress as your hand slides up my thigh over the white cotton stockings and you take my lips with your again.
“You make such a pretty girl.”
You told me that several times the first few times we were together, when you only saw me dressed as a girl. Sometimes I miss those days, miss the times when I was restricted by my own mind, yet free to do whatever I pleased. I only dressed in women’s clothes back then and most people never even knew I was a boy, but I liked it like that. I wore make up and dresses, stockings and high heels, but you…you noticed me for more than just the free spirit most did. You saw me as Lee Hongki, as a young boy trapped within his determination to be rebellious and different. You saw me for who I really was.
I never think I can thank you enough for what you’ve done for me, for my life, even now as you gently slide the pink fabric down over my shoulders, lips following closely after your fingers. The dress rustles as it hits the ground and you lift my arms around your neck and kiss me again, slowly pushing me back onto the bed. My lipstick is all but gone at this point and I know what’s coming next even before you reach for the towel. The rough fabric rubs over my face, taking the rest of the make-up off. It kind of hurts, but, being used to it, I don’t complain. “You know I hate when you wear make-up,” you say, but I know it’s just a front you put up because it reminds you of when I wasn’t yours alone.
“Don’t worry, Wonbin. I love you.” A smile crosses my face and is almost immediately mirrored on yours as you kiss me once again, your fingers winding through my hair, pulling it out of it’s hairspray.
“I know. I’m not worried about that.” So you say, but I see the way you watch me whenever I go out alone and I noticed the way your voice sounds when you call me when I’ve been out for too long. I leave it alone, though. I don’t want to start anything so I just nod and kiss you again before you trail your lips down over my collarbone to my chest. You push down the stockings, leaving your kisses to take them off and you look me over with another smile. I know this is your favorite way to see me, completely naked and vulnerable, no make-up or hair spray, nothing but air between us. This is my favorite way to be with you as well. Not because of the reasons most people would think, but because I was like this when you first told me you wanted to be with me for more than just a night, more than what you could pay. You wanted to be with me forever.
“You make such a pretty girl, Hongki, but you make a much prettier boy.”
It was also at that time when you first told me that and that phrase has brought me through so many things, so many phases where I’ve wanted to go back to being a girl, back to being on the streets. But I always remember your voice and your words and when I do, it makes me smile and I always grab my jeans and head back into the bathroom to change. “Thank you, Wonbin,” I whisper against your lips, but you don’t say anything, just take them again as your hand caresses my thigh again, this time without the hindrance of the fabric. I raise my own hand to the back of your head and pull you down deeper into the kiss as you make me feel like a boy again. A boy that we both love.
“You make a much prettier boy.”
Rating: PG-13
Paring: Wonbin x Hongki
Length: 935 words
Author's Note: Um...I got the prompt from the Suju prompt generator. and the dress was based on this picture :3
“You make such a pretty girl.”
I twirl in a circle in front of the full-length mirror that is propped up against my bedroom wall. The pink and white ruffles of my skirt brush my fingertips as the air lifts it a few inches. I stop, smiling as I adjust the cat-ear headband and the pink and white bow tie around my neck. I tug a little on the pinafore and pull up my thigh-high socks. I twirl again, only to stop part way to see you standing it the doorway, an obviously unhappy expression on your face. Sadly, I know exactly why, too. “Why are you wearing that dress?”
I allow a smirk to tug up the corner of my lips. “I was getting ready for you, love.” I say sweetly, taking a hold of your collar and pulling you down into a light kiss.
“But I asked you not to wear it anymore…”
Your voice is soft and loving as your hands push a few strands of hair behind my ear, removing the headband at the same time. I pout, but I know it won’t have any effect on you. “You just don’t like it because it turns you on and I know it.” I turn away from you, but you catch my face with your other hand, bringing me back to face you and landing another kiss on my mouth.
“That doesn’t mean I enjoy it.”
Your breath flows softly over my lips as you speak and I can’t help but feel the guilt creep up, the guilt I haven’t felt for three years, since the first time I met you. Your fingers lift the edge of the dress as your hand slides up my thigh over the white cotton stockings and you take my lips with your again.
“You make such a pretty girl.”
You told me that several times the first few times we were together, when you only saw me dressed as a girl. Sometimes I miss those days, miss the times when I was restricted by my own mind, yet free to do whatever I pleased. I only dressed in women’s clothes back then and most people never even knew I was a boy, but I liked it like that. I wore make up and dresses, stockings and high heels, but you…you noticed me for more than just the free spirit most did. You saw me as Lee Hongki, as a young boy trapped within his determination to be rebellious and different. You saw me for who I really was.
I never think I can thank you enough for what you’ve done for me, for my life, even now as you gently slide the pink fabric down over my shoulders, lips following closely after your fingers. The dress rustles as it hits the ground and you lift my arms around your neck and kiss me again, slowly pushing me back onto the bed. My lipstick is all but gone at this point and I know what’s coming next even before you reach for the towel. The rough fabric rubs over my face, taking the rest of the make-up off. It kind of hurts, but, being used to it, I don’t complain. “You know I hate when you wear make-up,” you say, but I know it’s just a front you put up because it reminds you of when I wasn’t yours alone.
“Don’t worry, Wonbin. I love you.” A smile crosses my face and is almost immediately mirrored on yours as you kiss me once again, your fingers winding through my hair, pulling it out of it’s hairspray.
“I know. I’m not worried about that.” So you say, but I see the way you watch me whenever I go out alone and I noticed the way your voice sounds when you call me when I’ve been out for too long. I leave it alone, though. I don’t want to start anything so I just nod and kiss you again before you trail your lips down over my collarbone to my chest. You push down the stockings, leaving your kisses to take them off and you look me over with another smile. I know this is your favorite way to see me, completely naked and vulnerable, no make-up or hair spray, nothing but air between us. This is my favorite way to be with you as well. Not because of the reasons most people would think, but because I was like this when you first told me you wanted to be with me for more than just a night, more than what you could pay. You wanted to be with me forever.
“You make such a pretty girl, Hongki, but you make a much prettier boy.”
It was also at that time when you first told me that and that phrase has brought me through so many things, so many phases where I’ve wanted to go back to being a girl, back to being on the streets. But I always remember your voice and your words and when I do, it makes me smile and I always grab my jeans and head back into the bathroom to change. “Thank you, Wonbin,” I whisper against your lips, but you don’t say anything, just take them again as your hand caresses my thigh again, this time without the hindrance of the fabric. I raise my own hand to the back of your head and pull you down deeper into the kiss as you make me feel like a boy again. A boy that we both love.
“You make a much prettier boy.”