Fit For A Regina George
Pairing: Baekhyun/Kyungsoo
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1203
Byun Baekhyun curls her painted fingers around her cup of iced coffee and daintily sips her coffee, sighing dramatically-- pointedly, at Kris. Kris looks at Baekhyun apprehensively, torn between eating the danish she’s about to put in her mouth and between listening to Baekhyun’s latest sob story. Kris smartly decides to listen to Baekhyun and puts her danish back on her plate with a forlorn expression.
“What is it now.” It’s not even a question anymore, Kris just wants to get this therapy session over with.
“So you know how I got the lead role for Mean Girls right?”
“I thought you were Regina George?”
“Yes?”
“I-- never mind, go on.”
“Anyways, there is this... scene where Regina puts on a shirt that has two holes where--you know what-- should be and the director thinks my boobs aren’t big enough to make an impact on the scene.” Baekhyun balks, slamming her drink down on the table.
She thinks her boobs are nice enough. They might not be big persay but they are nice in their own right. Baekhyun pouts, glaring at Kris’ danish like it offends her-- it does.
Somehow, all the food goes into Kris’ chest instead of her thighs or her waist and it is infuriating. Baekhyun rips off a piece of Kris’ danish and stuffs it in her mouth angrily. She chews furiously and mentally wills it to make her chest bigger. Kris is not amused.
“So just get a stunt actress and let her be the boobs for you,” Kris says sourly. Kris doesn’t even bother trying to be polite anymore and stuffs almost the whole danish in her mouth so Baekhyun can’t eat it.
“You fucking pig,” Baekhyun screeches, “how the fuck do you model for Burberry?!”
It’s a good thing all of Baekhyun’s friends are used to these commentaries.
Jongdae walks up to their table holding a full baguette sandwich in one hand and a frappuccino with whipped cream in the other.
Baekhyun shrieks, “Why do you model for Lacoste?”
“Because I have boobs.”
Jongdae smirks and takes a particularly big bite out of her sandwich just to spite Baekhyun. Leaning over, Kris points at Jongdae’s sandwich who rips off a section of her sandwich and gives to Kris. Inwardly, Baekhyun curses the fatasses.
-
The next day Baekhyun walks onto set with an iced vanilla latte in one hand and a bagel in the other because-- fuck it, she is a stress eater.
The director is pleased when Baekhyun agrees to have a stunt double. He tells her that they’ll just do a faceless shot of the double for a couple seconds before panning back to Baekhyun’s face and no one will ever know. She agrees and gets led into a secluded room where she’ll be able to select her double because they don’t want to risk getting someone Baekhyun doesn’t like and enduring another diva fit.
There are six other girls in the room and the director stands off to the side, motioning them to take off their shirts. Baekhyun blushes just a little, even if she’s changed in front of people many times before this setting is a bit awkward for her. To mask her embarrassment, Baekhyun clears her throat and flips her brown locks over her shoulders.
She starts on the left end, and raises an eyebrow at the familiar face. As far as she knows, Chanyeol has a schedule to model for Ralph Lauren in an hour. Of course, Chanyeol isn’t staying long because she’s obviously not going to get picked because no matter how great Chanyeol’s tits are--and they are amazing--Chanyeol’s long body would never pass off for Baekhyun’s. So Baekhyun flicks Chanyeol’s boobs and dismisses her friend as an option.
“Baek, that hurt like a bitch,” Chanyeol whines, words muffled when she speaks while tugging back on her shirt.
“Good,” Baekhyun says before moving on, but not without reminding Chanyeol about their lunch date.
Baekhyun reaches the middle of the line, having demolished the confidence of the first couple people that come after Chanyeol. She’s looking for a set of breasts that will make Byun Baekhyun look like the ultimate bagel girl.
There’s this girl who’s about the same height and same skin tone but her boobs have got to be at least one cup size bigger. Then again, she’s the only stunt double that didn’t take off her bra so there must be some sort of padding (the lace is cute though). Baekhyun tries not to be phased.
“Take off your bra,” she commands.
The girl in front of her seems a little perturbed but she grudgingly unclasps the front of her bra and it parts in half to reveal a hefty set of beautiful, perky tits that has Baekhyun wetting her panties just a little. This is the one.
“What is your name?”
“Do Kyungsoo.”
“I am going to have to do some... close examination.” Baekhyun motions for everyone else to leave the room while she circles around Kyungsoo’s body.
“I thought you were just looking for--” Baekhyun shushes her, to make it seem like every other aspect is just as important.
“The boobs of my character, Regina George, has breasts that will bounce when she jumps to catch a handball. Will you jump for me, Kyungsoo-shii? Can I call you Kyungsoo?”
Kyungsoo tucks a stray lock behind her ear shyly. “I’m a big fan, I’m actually younger than you by a little unnie.”
Baekhyun makes a soft noise of approval, she likes having fans. In fact, she relishes in the soft gasp Kyungsoo makes when Baekhyun pats her head with delicate fingers like she’s been a good dongsaeng.
“Will you listen to unnie? Can you do this for me?”
Kyungsoo’s eyes widen and she nods dumbly. Baekhyun steps back and puts on that angelic smile she always does for her fans. Kyungsoo jumps up and down shyly, hands clenched in small fists at her sides. Baekhyun watches with barely concealed glee until Kyungsoo stops because her boobs are starting to hurt.
“Aigo, unnie was so inconsiderate. I’m good with my fingers, how about I help you massage them?!” Baekhyun dives in before Kyungsoo can react, kneading her fingers into the soft flesh. Regina George should have tits this nice and soft and bouncy.
“Kyungsoo-yah, are these real?”
Kyungsoo seems to stutter a bit, but that might be because her nipples are pebbling. “Y-yes?”
“Good, because I’ve decided on you. How did you even find this gig anyways?”
“Joonmyun! We were in choir together.”
Oh. That one girl from Tommy Hilfiger. She makes a mental note to thank Joonmyun later.
“Choir you say? You must be very good with your mouth,” Baekhyun praises, fingers pressing against the fullness of Kyungsoo’s lower lips.
Kyungsoo’s eyes darken as a tongue slips out and swipes against the pads of Baekhyun’s fingers.
“I learned that from Jongin.”
Fucking Abercrombie models are always fucking everything.
“Well, I bet you haven’t learned from a Calvin Klein model yet.”
“Will you show me, unnie?”
Much later, when they’re naked in bed, Baekhyun realizes she’s just bedded the latest Victoria Secret Angel.
Score.
a/n:
-nicole this is for you
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1203
Byun Baekhyun curls her painted fingers around her cup of iced coffee and daintily sips her coffee, sighing dramatically-- pointedly, at Kris. Kris looks at Baekhyun apprehensively, torn between eating the danish she’s about to put in her mouth and between listening to Baekhyun’s latest sob story. Kris smartly decides to listen to Baekhyun and puts her danish back on her plate with a forlorn expression.
“What is it now.” It’s not even a question anymore, Kris just wants to get this therapy session over with.
“So you know how I got the lead role for Mean Girls right?”
“I thought you were Regina George?”
“Yes?”
“I-- never mind, go on.”
“Anyways, there is this... scene where Regina puts on a shirt that has two holes where--you know what-- should be and the director thinks my boobs aren’t big enough to make an impact on the scene.” Baekhyun balks, slamming her drink down on the table.
She thinks her boobs are nice enough. They might not be big persay but they are nice in their own right. Baekhyun pouts, glaring at Kris’ danish like it offends her-- it does.
Somehow, all the food goes into Kris’ chest instead of her thighs or her waist and it is infuriating. Baekhyun rips off a piece of Kris’ danish and stuffs it in her mouth angrily. She chews furiously and mentally wills it to make her chest bigger. Kris is not amused.
“So just get a stunt actress and let her be the boobs for you,” Kris says sourly. Kris doesn’t even bother trying to be polite anymore and stuffs almost the whole danish in her mouth so Baekhyun can’t eat it.
“You fucking pig,” Baekhyun screeches, “how the fuck do you model for Burberry?!”
It’s a good thing all of Baekhyun’s friends are used to these commentaries.
Jongdae walks up to their table holding a full baguette sandwich in one hand and a frappuccino with whipped cream in the other.
Baekhyun shrieks, “Why do you model for Lacoste?”
“Because I have boobs.”
Jongdae smirks and takes a particularly big bite out of her sandwich just to spite Baekhyun. Leaning over, Kris points at Jongdae’s sandwich who rips off a section of her sandwich and gives to Kris. Inwardly, Baekhyun curses the fatasses.
-
The next day Baekhyun walks onto set with an iced vanilla latte in one hand and a bagel in the other because-- fuck it, she is a stress eater.
The director is pleased when Baekhyun agrees to have a stunt double. He tells her that they’ll just do a faceless shot of the double for a couple seconds before panning back to Baekhyun’s face and no one will ever know. She agrees and gets led into a secluded room where she’ll be able to select her double because they don’t want to risk getting someone Baekhyun doesn’t like and enduring another diva fit.
There are six other girls in the room and the director stands off to the side, motioning them to take off their shirts. Baekhyun blushes just a little, even if she’s changed in front of people many times before this setting is a bit awkward for her. To mask her embarrassment, Baekhyun clears her throat and flips her brown locks over her shoulders.
She starts on the left end, and raises an eyebrow at the familiar face. As far as she knows, Chanyeol has a schedule to model for Ralph Lauren in an hour. Of course, Chanyeol isn’t staying long because she’s obviously not going to get picked because no matter how great Chanyeol’s tits are--and they are amazing--Chanyeol’s long body would never pass off for Baekhyun’s. So Baekhyun flicks Chanyeol’s boobs and dismisses her friend as an option.
“Baek, that hurt like a bitch,” Chanyeol whines, words muffled when she speaks while tugging back on her shirt.
“Good,” Baekhyun says before moving on, but not without reminding Chanyeol about their lunch date.
Baekhyun reaches the middle of the line, having demolished the confidence of the first couple people that come after Chanyeol. She’s looking for a set of breasts that will make Byun Baekhyun look like the ultimate bagel girl.
There’s this girl who’s about the same height and same skin tone but her boobs have got to be at least one cup size bigger. Then again, she’s the only stunt double that didn’t take off her bra so there must be some sort of padding (the lace is cute though). Baekhyun tries not to be phased.
“Take off your bra,” she commands.
The girl in front of her seems a little perturbed but she grudgingly unclasps the front of her bra and it parts in half to reveal a hefty set of beautiful, perky tits that has Baekhyun wetting her panties just a little. This is the one.
“What is your name?”
“Do Kyungsoo.”
“I am going to have to do some... close examination.” Baekhyun motions for everyone else to leave the room while she circles around Kyungsoo’s body.
“I thought you were just looking for--” Baekhyun shushes her, to make it seem like every other aspect is just as important.
“The boobs of my character, Regina George, has breasts that will bounce when she jumps to catch a handball. Will you jump for me, Kyungsoo-shii? Can I call you Kyungsoo?”
Kyungsoo tucks a stray lock behind her ear shyly. “I’m a big fan, I’m actually younger than you by a little unnie.”
Baekhyun makes a soft noise of approval, she likes having fans. In fact, she relishes in the soft gasp Kyungsoo makes when Baekhyun pats her head with delicate fingers like she’s been a good dongsaeng.
“Will you listen to unnie? Can you do this for me?”
Kyungsoo’s eyes widen and she nods dumbly. Baekhyun steps back and puts on that angelic smile she always does for her fans. Kyungsoo jumps up and down shyly, hands clenched in small fists at her sides. Baekhyun watches with barely concealed glee until Kyungsoo stops because her boobs are starting to hurt.
“Aigo, unnie was so inconsiderate. I’m good with my fingers, how about I help you massage them?!” Baekhyun dives in before Kyungsoo can react, kneading her fingers into the soft flesh. Regina George should have tits this nice and soft and bouncy.
“Kyungsoo-yah, are these real?”
Kyungsoo seems to stutter a bit, but that might be because her nipples are pebbling. “Y-yes?”
“Good, because I’ve decided on you. How did you even find this gig anyways?”
“Joonmyun! We were in choir together.”
Oh. That one girl from Tommy Hilfiger. She makes a mental note to thank Joonmyun later.
“Choir you say? You must be very good with your mouth,” Baekhyun praises, fingers pressing against the fullness of Kyungsoo’s lower lips.
Kyungsoo’s eyes darken as a tongue slips out and swipes against the pads of Baekhyun’s fingers.
“I learned that from Jongin.”
Fucking Abercrombie models are always fucking everything.
“Well, I bet you haven’t learned from a Calvin Klein model yet.”
“Will you show me, unnie?”
Much later, when they’re naked in bed, Baekhyun realizes she’s just bedded the latest Victoria Secret Angel.
Score.
a/n:
-nicole this is for you