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☆ Hair dye☆Jake ☆

this ch is based on irl🤗 i dyed my bf's hair and i just thought it was a perfect idea for a ch!

now i wanna dye my hair
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Jake decided to follow the trend where you would buzz your hair.

You didn't approve since you loved his fluffy hair, but obviously he didn't listen.

While he was over, he mentioned how grown out his hair had gotten, and you pounced at the opportunity to help dye it after he buzzed it again.

You watched as he buzzed his hair.
"Soooo when are you going to fully grow it again?"

"Not sure, maybe after this. I know you love my long hair" he says winking at you.

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Now here you are, sitting on the counter as he is standing between your legs.

Jake won't admit that he likes that you're helping, but he can't help but laugh at how focused you are.
"You know, I could've dyed my hair myself," Jaks huffs dramatically as you carefully paint bleach into his hair.
"I always do it myself."

"Oh, hush," you chide, pausing to glare over your shoulders at him.
"You always complain that you struggle to reach the back of your head. I'm just helping."

His cheeks flush pink at your response, and he's unable to think of a retort.
His brain stutters in an attempt at forming a counterattack, but none seem appropriate—he's left with his mouth opening and closing, no words escaping from his parted lips (or any sounds besides a soft hutt).

You catch his flustered state of mind, a small, amused smile growing on your face.
It's quite easy to rattle him; no matter how much time has passed, Jake remains as easy to tease as he was when you both were teens. "What, no snarky reply? Colour me surprised." You tease, kissing his cheek.

Jake's face blooms red at the kiss; he sputters for a few moments before giving up, pouting softly. "Hey, no fair!" He complains, crossing his arms over his chest.

"No fair? Are you five?" You stifle a laugh at his childish whine, setting the brush down before grabbing some gloves.
"Stop being so defensive. It's a simple little kiss."

He grumbles, his pout deepening as he avoids your gaze. His cheeks still retain a subtle pinkish tinge—a result of your earlier tease. "I'm not being defensive; you just caught me off guard." He mumbled, his voice soft and whiny.

"Stay still Jake~"

He rolls his eyes, though there's a hint of playfulness in them.
"Yes, ma'am." He grumbles but remains obediently still for you.

You can't help but grin at his obedience, slipping on the gloves. "Such a good boy, eh?" You muse, gently taking his face in your hands, squishing his cheeks together.

His already pink cheeks turn a vibrant shade of red at your words, but he doesn't fight back as you squish his face.

Instead, he lets out a flustered whine, his earlier bravado seeming to melt away under your touch.

"Oh, you're so cute when you get all embarrassed." You coo, your grip on his cheeks softening until you're gently stroking your thumb across his flushed skin.

His gaze shifts up to meet yours, his expression now resembling a flushed, vulnerable mess. "Shut up," he mumbles, no real bite to his words.

You bent to kiss his nose, "Rinse your hair now."

Jake pouts but stands up straight with a huff. "Bossy, bossy..." He teases before moving to the shower.

He washes the bleach off his hair with a soft sigh, the feeling of your hands on his face still fresh in his mind.