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Going through your vanity, Jean would typically try on a few items such as lipstick, eyelashes or mascara.
Of course, he can never actually manage to attach the lashes on properly onto his eyelid nor put on the mascara without crying on your shoulder because it got in his eye.
Standing there, he looked into the mirror. Questioning if to confront you for help. Maybe. He considered if it would be best to just wear it to work or get scolded by you. Like imagine Jean of all people trying to pull it off and risk pulling out his own lashes? Absolutely not.
So He went with the latter.
“Uhh…So honey…can you help me with something?” He calls from your bedroom.
Peeking from the door, he sees you getting up from a chair and slowly making your way to the room.
“What’s wrong? Oh nothing i just used ehh. What’s it called?” He picked up the eyelash glue and held it up to his eyes.
“Duo? Yea. Duo.”
Your face twisted in confusion, picking up the pace in your steps.
“Don’t be mad at me okay baby?” He looked down at you as you walked into the room.
Catching your eye roll, his hand met the back of his neck. “I wanted to match with you…I tried this tutorial on YouTube but that clearly didn’t go as planned.”
“You can see that? Gosh, I wouldn’t have guessed.” You pulled him down by his vest.
“Woah easy…no seriously. Chill, I’m easy.”
“Relax? Why- OUCH! Why would you rip it off like that?!” His hand grips your wrist.
“Oh now I’m the dramatic one?!” His gaze fell on your thumb and index fingers which held the lash. Not one of his actual eyelash is on there.
“Oh. Maybe you’re right.” His hand released yours to let you take the other off.
“Huh? You wanna do my lips? You don’t gotta ask me twice.”
He closed his eyes, puckered his lips out and leaned in for a kiss, full theatrics on n’ all.
With an exaggerated sigh, you pushed his face away.
“Oh. My lipstick. A lip combo? Sure.”
Jean sat down on your makeup chair, one ankle on his knee. Such a typical pose for this man.
Grabbing your lip liner, strawberry gloss and lipstick, you sat on his lap, legs straddling him.
Jean was no man to keep his hands off a nice ass, so they found rest on your bottom. His eyes were already focusing on your fingers as they worked to open the lipstick.
“Okay so lipstick? Thats a pretty shade what is it?” His eyes scanned the bottle as you held it up for him.
“Wait jeez i can’t even read the bottle, the words rubbed off.”
The lipstick coated his soft plump lips, smoothly. Sometimes you question how he gets those lips to look so good, the very lips that would suck on both your lips later.
“Mmm” he rubbed his lips together, “Do I look as pretty as you do baby?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“No? Damn, tough crowd.”
Your hands then guided the liner around the edges of his lips, playing with his goatee for a moment before pulling away.
“Smear it? How?” He looked at you a bit puzzled.
“OH! Rub them together? Right.”
“Huh?! Hey! I ain’t no dumbass! Watch it.”
“Or what? Hmmm, let’s see…You know that position you so much claim makes you-“
Before he could finish the sentence your hand collides with his cheek.
“Damn fine. Continue.”
Grabbing hold if the lip liner, Jean puckers his lips out for you, allowing you to gently guide the tip on his borders.
“Baby wait that tickles.”
You gave him a deadpanned expression.
“…I’ll just rub them together again.” To which he does, but he’s of the impression that it’s over. “Why’re you not moving? Its not done yet? No? Hurry up I wanna take those couple pics.”
Looking at his now shiny lips, there’s few specks of glitter that glimmers on his cocky smirk.
“How do i look?” He grabs the mirror from the vanity and holds it up. “Dayummmmm! Holy shit i look hot as fuck. Baby i feel like a sista. Like Megan or something.”
Jean snapped his fingers together, making faces and doing the duck lips.
“Snap a picture quick. I wanna send it to Connie and Sasha, they think I’m too embarrassed to have stuff like this on.”
After a few snaps, he turned his head to you, who was still on his lap. “You know what? How about I help you take your lip combo off?”
“Mhm? Yeah, I wouldn’t bite. I promise.” He stood up, lifting you in his arms and took you to the bed after he flung the phone to your vanity.