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♡ wake up with no face, who am i today? ♡
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"my hair looks like shit," i complain, bringing a finger through my loose braids. one comes out as i tug at it, and i hiss in annoyance. "babyyy, can you help?" i beg, looking at zak on the couch. he's busy reading a book but once i meet his eyes he puts it down and walks over to me, a grin on his face.
"mine are loose too," he shrugs. "meet me in the bathroom?" i smirk and nod, dashing up the stairs while holding his hand tightly. i get the shampoo from the closet and when i come to the bathroom he's sitting on the counter with a towel around his waist.
"thanks babe. love you so much," he kisses the top of my head and he drops his towel. we both know that it's not the time for sex but seeing his body is always a treat for me. perfectly sculpted hips and his toned abs fill my vision and i grin at the sight. he's already untwisted many of his braids so the hard job's done already.
he turns the shower head on and steps in. the water is cool and although it nips at my skin, i know that we'll be overheating if the water is any hotter. i step into the walk in a moment later and i see that zak's sitting on the edge of the walk in. i can't help but immediately stroke his hair, loving the way it feels when it's wet in my fingers.
i take a handful of black shampoo and rub it in my palms before i bring my hands to zak's head. i start out slow, rubbing his scalp and undoing the tension in his hair. he sharply exhales and lets me continue before i can feel his frizzy hair return to its natural state.
"better, a lot better," he sighs, and he motions for me to sit next to him. "now i'm going to take my time with you,"
and just like that, his hands were in my hair, rubbing and digging into my long curls and undoing them. the whole shower smelled like raspberries and herbs i couldn't name but i still loved it so much. all i felt was him and the smell of our hair together.
zak takes the shower head and teasingly runs it over my crotch for a moment, making me sharply gasp, but he only chuckles and brings it up to my hair to rinse out the suds and soap in both of our hair. leave it to zak to still find a way to tease me.
i yawn, the warm temperature in the shower room finally taking its toll on me, before stepping out. i hand a towel to zak and use another one for myself to dry my body and hair. we head back to our room to get dressed, not caring if we leave water on the floor.
he flops down on our bed and sprays our sheets with water. "can you do mine first? so tired, just need your hands." he sighs. i chuckle and nod, laying down a towel for zak to lay on.
"your dick is in my face," i softly laugh. "at least cover up, you hoe," i tease him, and zak can only deeply chuckle and put on a pair of boxers before i sit next to him on the bed. i pull the rat tailed comb out of the drawer and start to get through his hair. it's started to dry already, and it puffs up. it had been so long since he had grown out his hair that it surprised me with how unruly it was.
i finally get a section of his hair all untangled, and i stroke around with the brush until it's in a square shape. i drop the brush and put gel in his hair, applying it to my fingers first before i bring my fingers through slowly. finally, i mist his hair until it lays braid-able and i smile.
"it's time baby, gonna braid you so good," i smile. i split the section of hair into two different strands, and i pull them apart from each other. zak flinches from the pull, but i quickly begin my work. i wrap them around each other to make them twist together tightly. like we had agreed on, i bring out the red hair strands from the drawer next to me while i kneel on the bed. i start to weave them into his hair, and the red and black mix together like our hearts. perfect. when i pull back, he has one tightly controlled braid, black with a small strand of red separating each section. zak looks back at me and smiles, and i do too since i made him happy. that's all i really wanted.
i know my work isn't done yet though, which is why i take the comb again and part another piece of hair, this one a fair amount smaller than the previous since it was in the middle. black against red hair joined my dark hand, and before i knew it zak had another large twist braid in his head. i continue, no matter how tired my hands get. finally, his head his completely adorned in beautiful braids that i made myself. i took such pride in the way that he whipped his hair around and giggled when the braids hit me.
(this mf nigerian wifi isn't letting me put in the image! i'll add it when i go to the public computers!)
"i love them so much. i never would have expected you'd be so talented," he gushes, and i can only blush.
"you really think so?"
"of course," and he kisses me on the cheek. i'm glowing by now and i want to ask him to do mine but i'm not sure if he's tired or doesn't want to—
"now it's my turn," he purrs, and i can feel my shoulders fall with the loss of stress. finally, i had wanted him to touch me like this. even if it wasn't what i usually got whenever he put his hands on my body. zak sighs and starts to part through my hair. his hands are more impatient than mine, but he's still getting the job done.
"forget me, how did you get so good at this?"
"my ex had hair like this. maybe that's why we broke it off. he could suffocate me by getting within three inches of me with his hair." he chuckles, and i join him in laughing.
"i hope it isn't too much," i sigh. zak's already finished three braids by this point, and they slap against my back as he continues.
"never. never would you ever be too much for me love," he kisses my shoulder before getting back to work. as another braid falls over my shoulder, i can see that he's added purple extensions to the mess that is my hair.
"oh my god, how did you know i wanted this color?" i gasped.
"my instincts," zak shrugged. "or maybe because you've been searching up purple box braids on my phone,"
i exhale. through thick and thin, this boy was always here for me.
and finally, he finished with my hair. he took his time towards the end, making sure that every last braid was perfect for me. i grin at him before tackling him into a hug. my bare face crashes into his chest and i continue to smile.
"love love love them so much, zak." i beam.
"i like mine more," he protests softly.
"no way!" i bicker back. "your hands are good with so many things, and this is one of them," i smirk.
"thank you baby. i love you. anything for my little prince(ss)."
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