transfer proof! reader x toji
holding a freebie from a makeup package you purchased, you squeeze the lipstick tube in your palm. you smack your lips a few inches away from a mirror, admiring the color. you hum at it’s moisture and read the label.
one hundred percent transfer-proof? it has a cream finish, though? you almost laugh at the strange branding.
the product is tossed to your bed and you walk out to the living room to really test its authenticity.
“toji?” you call to gain his attention from the TV screen. he watched you walk towards him and lowers the volume.
“yeah? what is it, baby?”
“wanna see something.” you find a seat on his lap, legs on either side of his thighs as you look at him. it doesn’t even faze him with how often you sit with—on—him.
“got a new lipstick and it says it's transfer proof.”
“looks good.” he admires the shade.
“i need to test if it really is.”
“hmm, so what? you wanna test it on me?”
you nod and reach your hands up to cup his face. you lean in and kiss his lips. pulling away, you smile at the result.
“what? did it come off—“
“shut, shut up. im not done.” you kiss on the corner of his mouth, his scar kissing you back.
you kiss him again. on his left cheek, his jawline, the tip of his nose, his right cheek, under his eyes, his forehead. a small curl of his lips isn’t noticed by you, and part of him hopes the color does transfer to cover the rose blushing his face.
“yeah, yeah. that’s good.” you smile shamelessly.
“good, huh?”
“ya you should see for yourself.” you grab his phone from the couch and open the camera, a devious simper still on you.
you take a few photos and turn it around. all the places where you had pecked laid the shape and color of your lips. toji can’t help smile at the mess.
“cheap shit, transfer-proof my ass.”
“i think it might even look better on you.” you giggle and put the phone down, holding his face again.