Warnings: Random men chosen by a generator, lipstick kisses, GN reader, they them pronouns for Jo~
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Slamming the way too big box of lipsticks you ordered open, marveling at the colors you ordered. Lining them up on your bathroom table, you had a much better way to try them out than you usual outfits and smudge tests...
[Hey, can you come over?💖]
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They were no stranger to lipstick
In fact as you happily gloated about your haul, they were quite jealous of a couple of picks, one they would lovingly steal sometime
But before they could even process what was going on, your mouth was smothering theirs
Making their eyes widen for only a second before melting nearly instantly with a sigh of enjoyment
How could they not enjoy such simple pleasures?
Kiss after kiss, blush rushing past their ears and affection spiralling in their eyes.
So why was all they could do hold up another color and suggest you claim your territory?
Walking back to the dorm was practically a prideful daze
Stares were normal in the circus and a couple extra eyes dragging along them didn't phase them in the slightest
He could hear Shion's distaste, offering to clean it off his skin once he's seared it from their body, which Jo kindly declines
Mio doesn't say anything, but the pointed look is enough to make them chuckle
Even as Elias said "eventful evening?" Gesturing his lollipop down the once pale skin of their neck, all Jo could do was smile.
"I never kiss and tell~" and put their finger across red stained lips
Not even acts of God could have kept Towa from your doorstep, hell, he threw himself right into the rundown building without issue
Already searching for you up stairs and humming in excitement, expecting you around every corner until, finally, the familiar scent of you danced into his nose
Following it like a bloodhound to the sound of your organization
The door practically lost its hinges as Towa's arms enveloped you, giggling excitedly as you let out what were undoubtedly excited noises of course
Pink eyes widened, your scent getting stronger and embracing him just as your lips cradled his cheek
You wouldn't tell him anything, not that he could ask, not that he cared to
The daze of your lips and colors held in front of him, letting him pick his favorite for you to decorate your lips in
Press after press your mouth chased his skin, leaving him eager to return the favour
Pouting and dismaying every time you stopped him to occupy more real estate on his skin
Eventually, you couldn't keep him away and were swarmed by leftover smudges against your lips as Towa left no romantic kiss unturned
Walking back in the bliss of night, Towa didn't care for the reaction of that stupid seaweed hair who cringed but avoided him
Haru's reaction, however, was of utmost importance!
Hearing him laugh good naturedly and slapping the larger man's back "had a good time with Y/N, huh?"
"Mhm~! When don't I have a good time with them?" Towa didn't bother questioning how he could tell. It was probably just that obvious
Lyca squinted at the varieties of lipsticks laid out before him
His face scrunched, staring at the instruments - were these tools of surgery?
You simply laughed, waving him off and holding up the one you were most excited for, spinning it in your fingers
The moment he met your gaze, he saw the evil lurking beneath those usually adoring eyes
Instinct told him to run, your shadow crawled over his face but he didn't move, frozen and confused
Your lips - now stained - smudged against his in a way that was purposefully messy, grabbing his face and holding him in place while he remained a victim to his partners ministrations
The moment you pulled back, his reflection peering back at him...
Marked. Marred. Declared your property in such an easy kiss
If that's the kind of game we're playing, he wants in
Grasping a lipstick of random color, smearing some without as much precision across his, his mouth instantly attacked you in return
Perhaps he should have been well aware of the circumstances that plagued him - or rather it was because of those circumstances he seemed to preen so much
Strutting down the streets with a pronounced smirk, tail practically wagging out of time as he moved toward obscuary
Yes, people were staring at the colors, the obvious marks of affection on his face, neck, even one obscure one on his ear - it didn't matter
The only time uncomfortability set in was when his dormmates saw him
"Ehhhhhh?" The blonde spoke, both in disbelief and jealousy, "are you serious?! Haaaah... I should be happy for you, you're doing good... Maturing."
Ed simply laughed, saying something so perverted that Lyca had to pull his sweater up over his head and race to his room.
Being a ghost made situations like this much harder
But Zenji was nothing if not an optimist
And you were nothing if not creative
You may not be able to decorate your beloved Zenji in all the kisses he deserved
But he had a journal, didn't he? And poetry written about you in specific...
Yes, that's right, the beloved Zenji handed you, his darling doll, his notebook with the sweetest smile on his face, flipping to every poem he wrote about you and getting a different colored kiss on every page
Colors lined the old pages, crinkling beneath your lips and sticking a little longer than expected on occasion but every time proof of your affection was laid out
It wasn't as warm as kissing his face surely would have been, he didn't spin in his chair and blush profusely as he surely would have at such a gesture or squeaked loudly with every displaying kiss on his pale skin
But it was enough and it didn't have to be anything more
By the end of your color exploration, or at least all he had poems for, he simply flipped to an empty page with softened corners to his crimson eyes
"my love, decorate a page for me, the perfect page for me to write my magnum opus to you, where feelings take hold and all I will find is you"
And you couldn't deny such a request
Beaming as you selected every color with care and kissed every spot. Purposefully to at least make a beautiful collage of your kisses for him to adore later and if not, to use for writing.
There was a page of inspiration, a page of endless affection, one that would be filled forevermore
This time you could see it, the way he kicked his feet in the air~
The exciting blush that coveted his ghostly pale cheeks and the adoring eyes that only seemed to sparkle for you
This was worth it. Worth everything.
There was nothing that couldn't become the perfect video for fans to envy
And recently, a couple had been getting way too close for comfort
So Leo instantly caught your Cheshire smirk and met it with his own, for once only barely chastising you for the fact that he'd have to go get his camera equipment.
Obviously you weren't going to do this and not film it
A tripod, a tripod ring light and a couple other accessories flooded your already sparse counter space with a clatter of some lipsticks
Leo sat there, leg crossed one over the other and gestured to his face, waiting impatiently for you to begin
Oh and he does have all the colors arranged in order of use, so don't mess it up Kay? Everything above collar is fair game but you *are* cleaning it up after
Almost surprised by your enthusiasm - you really don't get any opportunities to mess up his pretty little face - he can't help but genuinely laugh under your affections
Catching every angle and the way your lips curve when you kiss him - are you actually that happy about something so small? Awh~ it's kind of cute pathetic~
Watching you so excitedly put on his favourite color on, matching your skin tone just right while bringing out your perfect lips
Perhaps his eagerness showed in the footage, scrolling back through it you couldn't see that smile he gave you when you leaned in for the final kiss on his lips
The warmth there, the teasing trail along your chin and the ghost of his breath against your lips before his tongue piercing was all you felt
Sho teased him about it the next day, though only briefly, it seemed to be the only flack Leo got in return as he didn't leave the house covered in kiss marks
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