Thinkin’ about CHUUYA — who will always buy you lipsticks and lip balms in the prettiest shades.
Soft rose, deep wine, glossy cherry — he remembers which ones make your eyes light up and which ones you absentmindedly chew off when you’re stressed.
This man straight-up refuses to let you carry anything.
Your phone? In his pocket.
Your keys? Already clipped to his belt.
Your lipstick — oh lord, the lipstick—is definitely his responsibility.
Your need to reapply? He’s already there.
Gloved fingers curl under your chin, gentle but certain, tilting your face up toward him. He squishes your cheeks just enough to make your lips pout, a quiet little “stay still” in his eyes, before he glides the color across your bottom lip with careful precision. He’s staring at you so intensely it’s almost embarrassing—like looking away would be some kind of sin he refuses to commit.
Your lipstick is smudged?
A soft click of his tongue. A tiny frown. Then his thumb brushes your mouth, slow and deliberate, wiping the edge clean. He doesn’t even realize he’s leaned closer until you’re sharing the same breath, his voice low and fond.
“C’mon,” he murmurs, “can’t have you walking around lookin’ anything less than perfect.”
And when he’s done—when he caps the lipstick and slips it back into his coat—he presses a quick, almost smug kiss to your lips, just enough to seal it. “There,” Chuuya says, satisfied.
Making out with him with lipstick on is practically a ritual — slow, heated kisses that leave color smeared along his mouth, his jaw, the collar of his shirt — marks he wears like trophies.
You drag him down by the collar, laugh breathless against his lips, and he lets it happen, lets you ruin him, hands firm at your waist like he’s grounding himself while you paint him in evidence.
Chuuya loves it — loves catching his reflection later and seeing proof that you were there, that you claimed him — because every stain is yours, and every time he buys you a new shade, it’s already with the knowledge that it won’t stay on you for long.
“Wanna try out waterproof ones next, princess?”
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