After trying for what felt like forever to convince your boyfriend to let you put makeup on him while he was live, he’d finally agreed to let you put some eyeliner on. You excitedly shut the door to the room and walk over to the desk. “Okay babe,” You sit down next to Nick, “I got the eyeliner.” You grab his chair and turn it towards yourself. “Shouldn’t we face the camera, (Y/N)?” He asks. He rubs his chin and lips as you both turn back toward the desk. “Well- But then I won’t reach your eye!” You say, standing up and standing in front of him. “Sit on my lap then,” Nick smiles mischeviously and pats his lap. You roll your eyes, but take a seat anyways. You straddle him and grab his face. The back of the chair leans back slightly as you put your weight on Nick. “Close your eye,” You say. Nick furrows his brows, “Eye singular?” He asks. You sigh. “Can you not close your eyes individually?” You shoot back, sitting up. “No? Do you??” Nick sits up along with you. You let out an exaggerated sigh, “Okay, just- close your eyes then,” You say. Nick huffs and closes his eyes. “Alright, this might feel weird,” You slowly put the liquid eyeliner towards his left eye. As soon as the product touches his skin, Nick flinches back, jerking the entire chair back. “Oh my-” You sit back. “What the hell (Y/N)?” Nick goes to rub his eye, but you grab his wrist. “Absolutely not!” You say. Nick laughs and slowly puts his hand down. “That was weird.” He laughs. “One more try,” You say, placing your hand on his jaw to hold his face still. “Sit still now,” You try again, this time getting a solid line to cover the previous dot of product. You bite your lip, concentrating as you finish off the left eye. “Yay! Good job babe!” You cheer. Nick opens his eyes slowly, barely keeping them up and blinking violently. “This is weird (Y/N),” He comments. “I know, but let me do the other eye too?” You smile sweetly. Nick nods and sits back yet again. You lean forward and begin to put eyeliner on his right eye, when he suddenly moves on purpose. You mess up, and grab his face in annoyance. “Bruh-” You blurt out, “Sit still! I will draw a cock on your face!” You threaten. “Oop,” Nick laughs. He leans closer to your face. “I have a co-” He begins to say, but you slam your hand on his mouth to shut him up. He rolls the chair back, getting your entire body in the shot and places both hands on your ass. “Look at that,” He says muffled under your hand. You remove your hand from his mouth, using it to smack his baseball cap off his head. It does a flip, falling off his head to the floor. Nick groans. “What the he- (Y/N)!” he pouts. You put the cap on the eyeliner and throw it onto the ground as well. You get up, turn around and sit back down on Nick’s lap. He rolls the chair closer to the PC, where the live chat is a mix of “ew, gross, love” and “oo they fuckin’”. Bits and donations roll in, not that either of you hear the messages due to the headset being off. Nick leans forward, with you still on his lap and grabs it, putting the headset on. You lean back on his chest and rest your head against his chin. Nick wraps his arms around your waist and start thanking various donators and responding to chat messages.
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