luvaaiko

[luvaaiko]

babyyyy wyaaaa😫

girllllll i've been getting tanned and getting drunk im ngl LMFAO

[luvaaiko]

i got inspooo stinkas

Chris the type of mf to say “I love you” for the first time while he’s plowing into you from behind.

This is just facts I don’t make the rules.

[luvaaiko]

Giggling and kicking my feet every time someone discovers my blog and starts mass liking my posts.♡

[luvaaiko]

✧˚ ⋆｡♡ ˚⊹ 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸 𝘮𝘦 (𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟭𝟭𝟮 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴)

"aw, this is mad cute," you said to your friend, shouting over the music that was blasting out of the speakers. you handed her over a baby pink solo cup, different from the typical red ones you'd find at any other type of party. she smiled at it before leaning down to smell the clear liquid at the bottom of the cup, "this isss cute. what's in it?"

you were already downing the shot quickly, immediately scrunching your face up and making a blegh sounding noise. "espolon or some shit, ew."

you then watched her take her shot, leaning your forearms back against the counter behind you. influencer parties were never as active as the media portrayed them to be, but you made sure to go every time you got invited. you got to dress cute, pregame, and make memories no matter how ass the party was.

pulling your phone out from your black mini purse, you opened up your camera and flipped it so you could see yourself.

taking the acrylic nail of your pointer finger, you adjusted the hair that was gelled down onto your forehead. you had parted it to the side and sleeked down the front part, putting the rest in a high ponytail with the ends curled upwards. bringing your lips closer to your phone screen, you reapplied your brown lip liner before digging in your purse to find a light pink gloss.

"bitch, you look so good right now," your friend shouted at you, moving a strand of hair from off of your glossy lips.

"that's all you," you complimented, adjusting your the outer end of your lash extensions in the camera view.

𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚

𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡��𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚

𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚.

𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚... 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚.

out of the corner of your eye, you could see a guy leaning against the wall with his head down. he held a solo cup lazily in his hand, looking less than interested in drinking.

lifting his head up slightly, you could see him give a dry laugh to the two guys he was standing with, one of them looking almost identical to him.

"twins?" you asked out loud, putting your phone down as you looked across the room.

your friend furrowed her eyebrows, "damn."

you couldn't help yourself from looking at them, nodding your head slightly as your mind started clouding with endless obscene thoughts. you tapped your nails against the countertop to the bass of the song, narrowing your eyes as you looked at the boys.

the one that caught your attention earlier looked up to examine the party surrounding him, his eyes ultimately falling on you.

never being one to break eye contact, you looked locked eyes with him, slowly looking him up and down with a tiny head tilt. you watched him lick his bottom lip before turning his head away shyly, chuckling to himself.

he looked too fine.

𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨,

𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚,

𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚.

his brother scrunched his face in confusion as he watched him asking, "what?"

matt couldn't answer him though. he was too busy thinking about your pretty face and the way you looked at him. he shook his head quickly, "nah, it's nothin'." despite his denial, he brought his head back up to look at you again, finding your head tilted back as you took another shot.

chris curiously looked over to see what his brother was looking at, a smile immediately growing on his face once he saw you.

"awww shit!" he almost giggled, hitting matt's shoulder repeatedly which made his brother try to push him off.

"yo, you need to get on that," chris told him.

matt shook his head hesitantly, his eyes fixated on you glancing over at him and smiling.

matt loved pretty girls. the ones that just looked like they smelled good and had the prettiest smiles. he loved how you had your makeup done and how he could see your skin sparkling underneath the bright party lights. must've used body glitter while you were getting ready.

"look she's here by herself," chris continued. "just with her friend."

the two boys watched you turn towards the girl you were with, her leaning down to tell you something in your ear that made you laugh as you handed her your cup.

she smacked your ass in encouragement, watching you head right towards your target. matt.

"there you go," chris muttered to matt, who's heart was literally in his ass. chris grinned as he watched you smooth your hands over the back of your pants as you walked up to the two of them. chris slung his arm over his friend's, nate, shoulder, walking away from you and matt to leave y'all alone.

𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚.

𝙏𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙩𝙤

𝘿𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙤𝙝 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮

"you not havin' fun?" you asked while looking up at him, feigning a small tinge of innocence. you'd seen him look down at his phone a few times, and not look too interested in his group's conversation.

he looked down at you, focused on how your breasts were pushed up against your small halter top, the daintiest gold necklace squished in between them.

shaking his head slightly he said, "nah," his voice sounding quieter than he wanted it to. "how 'bout you?"

you shook your head too, taking in how good his voice sounded. "could be better."

thinking for a second, matt moved you in front him, guiding you with a hand on the small of your back. he wore a silver ring that felt cool against your back, making slight contact with the waist chain you wore.

"c'mere."

𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚

𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚.

𝙎𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚... 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚.

𝙈𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥 𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙩

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩.

𝙒𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙣𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚, 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙨.

𝙎𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚... 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚

he led you into a dimly lit corner, right near the bathroom. kinda trashy but it didn't matter.

"so its easier to talk," he said lowly, looking down at you with a small smile.

"ohhh," you said in fake amusement, "so it's easier to talk?"

as you spoke, you turned around yourself so your back was facing him. turning your head over your shoulder, you blinked slowly. "you just tryna' talk?"

he softly grabbed your hips with both hands, pulling you into him so your ass rested against his bulge. "i'm tryna' do whatever you're tryna' do," he chuckled slightly.

you started to whine against him, your hips rolling in circles as you reached an arm up behind you to pull the back of his neck, bringing his chin to rest in the crook of your neck.

he grunted quietly in your ear as he felt his jeans grow tighter. the close proximity allowed you to smell his cologne, the sexy aroma turning you on even more.

with one hand guiding your waist in circles, matt placed his other hand on your shoulder, bending you over and making you place your hands on your knees.

you looked over your shoulder again, your eyes looking a little glossy as the liquor caught up to you.

the neckline of the crisp white tee he wore was clenched in between his teeth, making the hem rest right below his belly button and exposing not just a light happy trail, but the black band of his calvin clein boxers.

his silver chain sparkled softly as he moved to match your waist movements.

he looked so fucking good.

"don't look at me like that," he muttered with his shirt still in his mouth, a nervous laugh escaping him.

"like what?" you asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes, fluttering them a little.

his shirt dropped out of his mouth as his eyes trailed down the back of your body. he couldn't stop staring at the ed hardy design on the back of your blue jeans rub up on his black jeans, sometimes bumping on his thick belt.

looking back up at your pretty eyes, he let out a shaky breath. "don't play dumb."

as the song faded out, the next one began to play. you stood back upright, leaning against his front frame with your head back on his shoulder as your hips swayed side to side.

leaning down to your ear he asked, "can i get your number?"

what kind of girl would you be if you said no?

© luvaaiko

[luvaaiko]

someone should edit the sturniolo sexies to an el alfa song, just sayinggg

[luvaaiko]

mood

[luvaaiko]

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ 𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙭 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙜𝙛

𝘣𝘢𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯! pt1 here

18+ my loves

chris let out a soft sigh through his nose. his cheek was pressed up against your bare stomach, his head coming to rest right underneath your breasts that were pushed up in your bikini top. one of his arms dangled down beside him just as one of your legs dangled down beside you, both of y'all grazing the sand beneath you. with his other hand, his thumb lightly messed with the string of your bikini bottoms, tugging gently on them and letting his fingers rub soft circles on the skin of your hip.

you leaned over towards the side of your lounge chair, pulling out your video camera as well as your phone from your bag.

you had been working on a vacation vlog for your channel, trying to promise yourself to be more consistent with uploads. shielding your eyes with your hand you brought the camera up to record yourself.

as you applied some coconut lip oil to your lips, you panned the camera down to where chris laid on top of you, right between your legs. you patted his lower back, "look babe."

he grunted shortly as he nuzzled his face closer into your stomach.

"bruhh, just say hi," you groaned while patting his back once again.

without moving his head, he mumbled out a quiet, "hiii," feeling his eyelids grow heavier. you rolled your eyes before bringing your camera back to your face. "then he stays talkin' about me falling asleep."

you felt him chuckle against your skin, reaching his arm up to jokingly push the side of your head. "shut up."

"you shut up," you retorted, smiling slightly as you ran your acrylic nails in circles over the birthmark on his back. yall mess with each other all of the time, with sarcastic remarks and play fighting. none of that ever stopped how obsessed you guys are with each other. chris always finds his arms wrapped around your waist and you always find yourself rubbing the side of his face.

this kind of content was mainly seen on you and chris' personal channels, the only downside being that chris rarely posted.

this led fans to love your videos, hoping to see any type of content between you two.

you made a kissy face at the camera before stopping the video, putting it back down in your beach bag. the wind began to pick up a little bit which made your curls blow all across your face. lifting your head slightly off of the lounge chair, you pulled your hair back into a makeshift, pineapple-like ponytail.

chris lifted his head up so his chin rested on you. with squinted eyes, he lazily smiled up at you and quietly said, "pretty girl."

you smirked down at him softly, a dimple deepening into one of your cheeks as you pulled some curls out from the sides of your hairstyle. he looked so good right now, with puffed out beach hair, sunburnt cheeks and tanned skin, and a gold chain glimmering as the sun beamed down on you both.

he pouted his lips out a little, silently telling you to give him a kiss, and of course you oblige.

cupping his chin with your hand you brought him up to your lips, feeling him lift his body up and smile against you. the slight veins along his forearms flexed as he held his body weight up over you.

playfully, you broke the kiss by pulling your head over to the side, biting down on both lips in attempt to conceal your smile. you looked up at him and blinked slowly, scanning his face.

"what's up?" he asked softly, a smirk toying at his lips.

"i cant look at you?" you asked him.

chris let out a short chuckle, letting his tongue poke at the inside of his cheek. "never said that."

his chain dangled dangerously close to the center of your chest, the cold metal sometimes grazing over your glossy skin. you wrapped a finger around it, gently adjusting it so the clasp was on the back of his neck rather than the front.

he looked down at you, admiring your pretty lash extensions as you looked at the chain around his neck. once he felt your fingers wrap around the back of his neck, he cocked his head to the side and asked, "you ready to go back to the bnb?"

you knew what that meant.

so, naturally, you nodded your head, your eyes trailing over his body as he raised himself off of you to start getting your stuff together.

you stood up and stretched for a second, watching your boyfriend throw his white tank top around his neck as he picked up his book bag and your beach bag off of the sand.

looking over his shoulder, he put on his slides while smirking at you. "keep lookin' at me like that, see what happens."

you slid on your yeezy slides and grabbed the towel from the lounge chair, making your way over to start heading to your air bnb. chris jogged to catch up to you, lightly swatting the sand off of your ass cheek before pulling you close to his side.

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🌴

bandoleros by don omar played throughout the bedroom, as you drowned out the bad bunny that played from the beach outside the floor length window.

the pure white bedsheets were so cold against the sunkissed skin of your legs, which were tucked in as you straddled chris' waist.

you gently held the side of his jaw with one hand while your other one tugged on the string of his navy colored swim trunks. you let out a quiet whine as he kissed you, feeling his tongue run against your bottom lip softly.

he then tugged on your bottom lip gently, bringing his hand down your cheek to rest loosely around your neck. involuntarily, you nodded against his lips, connecting them again in a deeper kiss.

"you like that, ma?" he managed to grunt out, the same cocky smile resting on his face.

"mhm," you mumbled, feeling a smile grow onto your lips as your waist rolled against lap.

the hand that he had rested on the curve of your hip ran over your ass, gripping onto it as he guided your movements on top of him. you took your hand to grab hold of the hollows of his cheek, moving his head to the side to gain access to his neck.

you gave him so many sloppy, open-mouthed kisses from the point underneath his earlobe down to his collar bone, trying to focus despite the friction between you too.

"fuckkk," he groaned out, hearing your baby whines sound muffled against his skin.

he began to move you faster against him, feeling himself grow harder. lulling your head backwards, you looked up at the ceiling, biting your lips tightly in pleasure.

"nah baby," chris grunted with a strangled chuckle. he reached up to tap underneath your chin with the side of his finger, making you look down at him. his pupils were blown out, and his lips were pink and puffy. he pushed his hair out of his face before placing it back onto your hips. "look at me."

with no hesitation you leaned forward, colliding your lips with his as your waist rolled quicker, feeling more and more needy.

you moaned into his mouth, feeling the warmth in your lower stomach grow.

"i'm close," you muttered, not even trying to disconnect your lips from his.

he nodded his head slightly, tightening his grip on you. "i know. finish f'me."

with that, you rode out your high, breathing heavily as you looked down at yourself as you adjusted your waist chain. you quickly noticed a wet patch on chris' swim trunks, making you furrow your eyebrows jokingly.

"that's from you or from me?" you asked.

chris rested one of his hands over his stomach, craning his neck up to look at what you were talking about.

"me." he replied, throwing his head back against the white pillow.

you let out a small laugh, moving off to sit beside him. you swore that your eyes turned into heart eyes every time you looked at him.

rubbing your fingers against his earlobe, you gave him three small kisses on his cheek. he looked over and up at you, blowing you a kiss since he didn't have the energy to sit up.

"you hungry?" he asked you in a soft voice, letting his fingers run against the side of your thigh.

"always," you said, smiling as you handed him his phone and grabbed yours.

"i'll find somewhere to take you."

-

liked by matthew.sturniolo and others

ynmn mi isla ily pr ₊˚⊹ᰔ🌺

view all 1,274 comments

nicolassturniolo @christophersturniolo pls get off of my girl thanks

⟶ ynmn nick youre funny

madisonbeer beautiful girl

⟶ ynmn miss uuu should've stayed here longer :(

christophersturniolo omg omg omg

© luvaaiko

[luvaaiko]

my literal mother

fairytales by petra collins and alexa demie

[luvaaiko]

𝔀𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

i'm 𝐿uva𝒜iko, also known as delilah or lilah, or really any cute nickname you'd like to call me lmaoo. i'm a pisces girly that cries too much but it's okay bc i'm a pretty crier. i'm also a woman of color from new york, mixed with puerto rican and guyanese, so i do write for my fellow girls of color. my writings are totally open to everyone though! ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི

i'm a college student, so bare w me yall. i write when i can, and i'd never put out work that i'm not happy with. masterlist. ask replies.

₊˚ෆ current faves, jhene aiko. getting my nails done. sturniolo triplets. putting on blush. old school reggaeton. bad bunny's trap era. alexa demie.

␥ top shows, gossip girl. shameless. euphoria. teen wolf. criminal minds. the bear.

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆ who i write for, chris & matt sturniolo.

[luvaaiko]

pookieee wyaaa😔 come feed usss

baeeee schools been killing me but content is otw, trust😕

[luvaaiko]

ALEXA DEMIE (new) Alexa at the Madonna tour

[luvaaiko]

ur writing is everythingggg mh, love to see representation for us

love love love seeing messages like this, thank u sm my love💞💞

[luvaaiko]

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ 𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙭 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙜𝙛

𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 11:38 am

chris babyyy

eating breakfast rn text me when u wake up

🧸🧸

Good morning pretty

You slept okay?

like a fucking baby😂

they gotta slip nyquils in the daiquiris bc the way i

knocked out was crazy

🧸🧸

😭😭😭

It might be the sun too

You know it makes you tired ma

yeahh

🧸🧸

Falling asleep in the pool headass

okay relax

that happened like 2 times

anywaysss what u doingggg?

🧸🧸

just brushed my teeth😁

read 12:11 pm

look what madison bought

🧸🧸

aww cute

I miss you so much rn

😕😕baby i miss u too

nick texted me last night saying u looked so sad

like your dog died

🧸🧸

of course he did Lmfao

I love all the pictures you've been sending me though

Making me feel like i'm there with you

i wish u were

come out to prrrr

🧸🧸

when I actually pull up don't act suprised😭

i'm being so serious

🧸🧸

just bought my ticket mama

:))))🥰🥰🥰

i'm sending u so so many besos omgg

that just made me so happy

🧸🧸

And that's what i'm always gonna do

you know this

see you in 2 days🙂

© luvaaiko

pt 2 coming soon

[luvaaiko]

cute ass blog! i appreciate fellow woc writers sm x

ahh thank you my love, i rlly appreciate it���💕

[luvaaiko]

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ 𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙭 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙜𝙛

𝘣𝘧 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘶𝘱!

chris couldn't help his smile from growing as he watched you sit down next to him, puffing your cheeks out as you made a kissy face towards your camera. you brought your hand to the hem of your ivory colored shirt, smoothing it out so it rested smoothly right above your dainty belly button ring, then you adjusted the elastic waistband of your shorts so it was straight. you had just got a brand new matching set and you loved it.

the color looked so perfect against your skin, and the shirt was tight enough so that you didn't have to wear a bra. you hated the way your bras looked underneath white shirts. the lines of the straps were too visible and it ruined your outfits.

chris' gaze ran down your body slowly, unapologetically checking you out. he took notice of the imprints your nipples made as they pushed up against the fabric of your shirt, and how your shorts bunched up in the crevice where your thighs and hips meet.

"i like this," chris said, lightly tugging on the spandex material of your shorts.

now with your smile growing, you lulled your head to the side as you watched yourself in the view finder, running your french-tipped acrylics through your freshly straightened hair. "thank youuu. it just came in yesterday."

chris nodded, not taking his eyes off of you. "it's cute."

today he was going to be doing your makeup for a video. his idea of course.

you had a couple of get ready with me's up on your channel, as well as weekly vlogs of you going to get your nails done or going out for your maintenance appointments, and makeup tutorials that went into more depth than your videos on tiktok did.

"alright, so everything's on the table baby," you said as you turned your body to face him. he scanned over the coffee table with a slight chuckle, looking at all of the brushes and makeup products you had laid out for him.

after a few seconds, his eyes landed on the hair clips that rested right next to your makeup bag. he knew those all too well. he always found those around his house, on his nightstand or in the bathroom. he also knew that sometimes you wore them to sleep so that that front of your hair wouldn't frizz up during the night. every time your hair was done you'd use those clips instead of your spa headband, too afraid of messing up your hair.

"first you put these in your hair," he started with a small grin, holding two pink clips up to you. "right?"

you nodded your head and lifted it up to him, allowing him to clip your hair back to reveal the entirety of your face. after putting in the last clip, he felt the corners of his mouth lift up into a dopey grin as he looked down at you. he could see all of the little birthmarks on your face that he loved to kiss, and the little blush shade of pink that your lips held naturally.

the products you'd applied before recording the video made your skin glow, and you were wearing the rose lip oil you always wore on your lips. the same lip oil that made them plump slightly and look so glossy.

"y'so pretty," he mumbled lowly, admiration dripping in his voice.

the compliment makes you sigh dreamily, tilting your head to the side with a pretty, closed mouth smile plastered on your face. he tapped underneath your chin softly with the side of his pointer finger before looking over at your makeup products.

you watched as he reached out towards the coffee table again, now grabbing the foundation you use. "okay so now i know this is foundation. it's that skin-colored stuff."

you let out a small giggle, "mhm."

"do i use a specific like.. brush for this?" he asked.

you scrunch up your eyebrows while watching him pick up your powder brush, shaking your head. "i can't say anythinggg," you whined, cringing as you watched him pump two pumps of foundation onto the wrong brush. "just do what you think is right."

chris groaned dramatically as he turned back to face you, laughing a little bit while noticing your small pout.

he shifted in his seat a little bit, waving his free hand over before holding it out in front of your face.

"c'mere," he told you quietly.

you moved forward a little bit, resting your chin into the palm of his hand. he held you steady with one hand as the other brushed on the foundation carefully. he even brought the brush down your neck so it matched the shade of your face.

"now... concealer? that's what it's called?" he asked you, leaning back slightly to examine your face.

"yess."

he placed the concealer where he had seen you apply it to before, under your eyes, on your chin, and a little on your forehead. he began lightly dabbing it out with a different brush, with a touch so light that it felt feather-like.

"pero christopher," you huffed out, your ever-so slight accent becoming thicker, "nothings gonna blend out if you're barely touching my face."

chris laughed while beginning to tap the brush against your skin with more force. "baby it feels like im gonna hurt you."

"it doesn't hurt," you reassured him with a small laugh. "i promise."

he finished up with the concealer and grabbed your pink powder puff off of the table.

"in your videos you use this, with uh," he scanned the array of products quickly before picking up a loose powder, "with this."

once again you nodded your head, eyebrows raising as you became increasingly impressed. "look at you, paying attention and shit."

delicately, chris pressed the powder underneath your eyes as best as he could to set the makeup in place. "of course, i'm fuckin' obsessed with you," he smirked.

he was fully telling the truth. he watched his girlfriend's videos all of the time. he watched them while he ate, they were in the background while he was on the game, and sometimes he watched them to help him fall asleep.

he picked out the biggest and fluffiest brush to bronze your face with, smiling at you when he tickled underneath your chin with the brush bristles and you pushed him away with a little whine. he applied too much blush onto the apples of your cheeks because he knew pink was your favorite color, and because he knew how much you loved that part of your makeup routine. when he over-sprayed your face with setting spray, his jaw hung open in amusement as he noticed the small sparkles of glitter that floated in the air and onto your face.

"woaahhh, i didn't know this had glitter in it," he smiled, sounding reminiscent of a little kid.

you took the setting spray out of his hands and quickly sprayed his face, making him jump back and laugh. "this is why i always have glitter on me," he wiped his face with the back of his hand. "it's you, goofy."

"shut up," you kissed your teeth sarcastically, holding the bottle in your lap. the small smile resting on your lips showed chris that you weren't annoyed at all. "you done?" you asked softly, referring to your makeup.

chris nodded and motioned towards the camera. "show 'em."

the blush powdered onto your cheeks and the tip of your nose was pink enough that you looked sunburnt, your eyebrows were messily filled in, and your lipgloss was smudgy.

"i think i did like, a solid seven out of ten," chris said.

you snickered quietly. "i'm not gonna lie, it could be worst."

turning your head over to him, you leaned forward and gave him a baby kiss on his lips, not wanting your lipgloss to transfer. "you did good."

© luvaaiko

[luvaaiko]

gf that sends selfies x bf that sends back a picture showing how hard he is