plot: doing your makeup on valko
a/n: i watched his reel and immediately got valko vibes 🤪 (inspo)
you pressed record on your camera as you laid out all your products on your vanity making sure you had everything for your makeup routine before turning back to valko.
"you ready?" he pulled you in by the waist as he gave you one of his dashing smiles.
"if it's anything like how you do your makeup? i'm ready to look hot." you could only laugh as you cupped his cheeks, his ears making a brief appearance at your touch. you turned his face to the camera, holding his cheeks between your fingers.
"i'm here doing my boyfriend's makeup today!" you absentmindedly ran your fingers up an down his scalp as you explained the steps, but valko was lost in your small touches. your words muffled as he nuzzled into your tummy and hugging your legs. here he was this big log of a man with the strength to punch a boulder in half, but rendered powerless at your touch. he was so secure in his masculinity, he didn't care if he had makeup on or viewed as some lovesick puppy. he knew who he was and what he stood for at the end of the day.
"alright, close your eyes." you had already prepped his skin prior to the start, so you grabbed your foundation pumping a few drops onto the back of your hand.
"but how am i supposed to look at your pretty face with my eyes closed?" you rolled your eyes playfully. even though you were used to his flirty comments, they still gave you butterflies.
"fine, you can keep them open for now but we move onto the eye makeup, you keep 'em closed got it?" he gave you a salute in response, offering his face up willingly. you spread the foundation evenly on his face, using your sponge to blend it out to the best of your ability. he looked to your phone to see your work and gave a smoulder as he moved his face to view it at all angles.
"oh shit babe, this already looks so good." you laughed, pushing his shoulder. "wait till i get those fake lashes on you."
the rest of the video continued that way. you would put on another layer, he would admire at your work and he chose to either flex his muscles or give one of those cringe fuckboy stares. but it only made you laugh harder and harder each time, which is why he chose to do it in the first place. at one point you could barely stand as he did an arm flex, lip bite combo with glittery eyeshadow and a fierce winged liner on. he laughed along with you, holding you close as your toppled over his shoulder in laugher
throughout the whole video, his hands never left your body. whether they were resting on your waist as you applied eyelashes, on your thigh as you perched your leg up on the chair to put on his contour (you claimed you could get a better angle if you hovered over him this way), or on the small of your back as you turned to pick out a different product— he always needed to have some sort of touch point on his body, much like an anchor to keep him grounded.
you traced the last parts of his lip liner, smacking your lips together for him to mimic in order to get the lines to blend out. you nodded in approval before turning to pick out a lipstick to finish it all off.
"honey bunches of oats, you gotta fix this look—" you turned around to see him all up in the camera, nostrils pointed to the wind as he pursed and puckered his lips. "this side has way more than that side—" he pointed to the left side of his lips.
"val, what are you talking about? that's just your lips!" you tried to hold your laughter, getting in closer to try and see what he was seeing.
"this side has so much more, i can't go out with crooked ass lips! i'm going to look like an idiot!" you grabbed his cheeks, turning him back to you to attempt to fill out the gap he was talking about. he turned back to the phone, shaking his head. "lemme see that—" he took the pencil from your hand and continued to overdraw his lips. you couldn't control your laughter at this point as he filled in the parts you already drew out.
"babe, i don't know why you're laughing. if you're going to do my makeup, you gotta take this seriously." he tried to remain serious, but by the end his lips were curling up into a smile seeing you trying to catch your breath behind him.
when you caught your breath minutes later, you held the last and final step, setting spray.
"alright, hold your breath big guy." he sucked in a bit of air, signaling you to start spraying. after your light mist, you quickly began fanning his face with the hand mirror that was close by.
"okay open." he was slow to open his eyes (probably because of the foreign feeling of fake lashes). you nodded as you admired your work, the gold tones you used in the eye shadow complimenting the gold in his eyes.
he finally stood up, looking at his reflection in the big mirror.
"oh baby— " he leaned in closer, taking in your artistry. the blending, the colors, the liner— the whole nine. he ran his fingers through his hair, puffing out his chest as he really felt himself.
"alright, let's go to dinner now."
"okay, let me take the makeup off—" you reached for your makeup wipes, pulling one out. valko swatted your hand away.
"no way! not after how hard you worked on his. i show off my girlfriend's talents." he gave you a kiss on your cheek, leaving behind a glossy sheen.
"bye everyone!" he waved to your phone before turning off the recording.
hours later, valko posted various pictures of you and him on his moments page both in full makeup with the caption reading,
"call my girl if you ever need your makeup done 😘😘"
