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imagine braiding jimmy’s hair…

braiding is an act of intimacy

~ jimmy x any!reader, very suggestive (mdni), very descriptive, friends to lovers, sorta slow burn, emotional, set in my beloved coastal thailand, lots of drinking and making out, ren and ryushin cameo, tw// kinda cheesy i fear, bittersweet (heh) ending

~ 1025 words

~ songs to listen to while reading: get you by daniel caesar, take me by miso, only by lee hi

~ synopsis: where jimmy falls in love with you as you braid his hair

jimmy is VERY protective about his hair. no touching, no twirling, no water, no sun exposure, NOTHING. it's sacred to him. that's why it looks so damn good.

so when the thai heatwave and seawater teased the baby hairs out of his beautiful braids, he was devastated.

"the only person that gets it right is in tokyo." jimmy complained as he rested his head on your best friend ryushin's lap. it was almost 2 am, and the group's conversation was unfolding on hammocks, accompanied by cicadas chirping and whiskey.

"why don't you just go to a local braider? it would be much cheaper too." ryushin smartly gave his two cents.

"you don't understand ryu," you reply sitting down next to the two, "for many, braiding isn't a chore to get your hair out of the way. it's a way to connect with body and love yourself. and so, you should trust the person braiding you. it's almost like an act of intimacy."

jimmy beams up at you, feeling seen by your thoughtful analogy.

"see! at least y/n understands me." jimmy playfully pouts and gets up to pour himself his fourth glass.

he brings himself a glass of whiskey, and one for you as well.

as you continued talking to your very drunk friends ren and ryushin, you almost didn't notice jimmy fixating on you the entire time.

it was only when ren and ryushin left that you did.

"what." you laugh at jimmy, wondering why he's giving you lustful eyes.

he creeps his arm behind you, bringing you in closer. he speaks to you with a kind of softness and honesty in his slurring voice that is usually reserved for lovers.

"have you done this before?" jimmy asks as he traces the lines of your shoulder.

"done what?"

"braided someone's hair?"

"oh... yeah." you look down at your glass, "but i haven't perfected it yet."

"i don't want it to be perfect," he reaches out for your hand, "but i want it to be yours."

you take a deep breath at this sudden confession.

"why? why me?" you wonder why he wants you to braid his hair, but you know there's a larger meaning in this question that you've been wondering since the first time he pulled you close.

"because i trust you. like you said, it's an act of intimacy. a love language" he whispers in your ear. maybe you're too tipsy and serenaded to laugh at the cheesiness of it all.

you crawl into his lap and face him, while his hands make their way firmly onto your waist, dangerously close to your ass. you gently massage his eyebrows and temples, getting him used to your touch.

it seems that the most damage was done to the front braids, so you decided to re-do those, which kinda sucks for you because now he finally gets to see how your lips quiver and your eyes glisten when you admire him. your months-long crush on him used to just be a secret between you and your hunger for touch at 3am. but now it's out in the open. and it's radiating in the tension between yours and jimmy's chests.

"this might hurt a little" your fingers reach to undo the thick braid resting on his forehead. his hair's softness melts into your touch as you comb through it, trying to ease his senses.

as the hard liquor further kicks in, your eyes and hands fall to his neck in a gentle massaging position. but his eyes remain on your lips, your lips that are torn and cracked and sexily red from how much you bite it when you're nervous.

as your hands reach his scalp to relieve tension there, you look up at him to see his eyes drooping down more, but still piercing into you.

"hi.." you smile

"hi :)" he smiles wider

"how are you feeling right now?"

"so fucking good." he deeply and quietly moans as you apply more pressure. it makes you think of things you shouldn't be thinking of.

"y/n, your hands are magic," he continues, "you're magic." the euphoria in his voice makes him sound like he's at the gates of heaven.

"im almost done here, but i want to add some color. what's your favourite? was it purple? "

"you're my favourite color" he slurs his words.

"don't be stupid, kazuki."

"but you are."

"you flatter me." you chuckle at his nonsense compliment.

"and you make me crazy" his voice breaks as he pulls you in for a deep, long-awaited kiss. his kiss burns your insides more than the heatwave, more than the liquor. your fingers let go of his hair, slightly undoing the braid you were working on. they caress his cheek. his skin looks so soft and delicious and blue under the moonlight (iykyk).

with each kiss getting deeper and deeper, your bodies inch closer and closer, like two energies becoming one. like two halves finding each other again.

thud! the sound of two t-shirts falling to the floor.

his ferocious hands reach for the naked small of your back as your fingers explore the crevices between his defined abs and chest.

but good things never last.

he unbuttons your shorts, but you swat his hands away.

"jimmy, this isn't a good idea" you sigh as you pull away from his lips.

"but i like you? i thought this was going well? are you not comforta-?"

"no i AM comfortable with you. but, its not a good idea because you're drunk right now, and ren and ryushin are sleeping inside. what if they see us?"

jimmy pouts at your rejection.

"besides, i know you'll like me just as much when you're sober." you cheer him up.

"oh i know i will. that's a promise" he winks at you.

"in the meantime..." you tie up his braid and take out your earring and place it in the braid like a hair bead/charm. this way, he won't forget tonight when he wakes up hungover tomorrow morning. what a shame the rest of the world, and to some extent jimmy himself, wasn't there to witness the unraveling of such a beautiful love story.

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Professor Ortega

Looking up into those dark brown eyes contemplating my life choices. I speak a bit hesitant at my next choice of words. “We shouldn’t be doing this” that person tilts their head questioningly and replies in a calm low raspy tone of voice. “Why not love no one’s going to find out it’s just between me and you” looking into those eyes again makes me stutter a bit. “You’re my professor it’s not okay to be fucking your student” they stifle a laugh. “You’re so precious no one will find out so now bend over the desk or I’ll make you do it myself”

I shake my head declining what is being said to me. “I’d rather not I think it’s boring to do it myself” I look at my professor seeing her gritting her teeth sucking in a breath. She leans down towards my ear biting it and growling into my ear. “What a disobedient brat you are y/n. Keep being like that and I’ll make you fail my class just to have to take it again. Now bend your pretty ass over my fucking desk I won’t ask again”.

I smirk at her grinning. “I don’t think I will professor Ortega” one second I’m grinning and the next I’m pushed bent over her desk. “Fucking. Brat. You deserve to be punished”. I hear her rummaging through her desk drawers and feels something around my wrists. She pulls my hands behind my back and ties them with rope. I feel my skirt being pushed up and underwear yanked down.

“W-wait people can hear when walking by”

She chuckles deeply. “Guess you’ll have to be fucking quiet then won’t you baby~” I feel her hands trace my curves teasingly. She smacks my ass making me gasp. She starts trailing her fingers down to my inner thigh. And next her fingers are close to my core about to touch. When there’s a knock at the door.

She leans into my ear whispering for me to stay silent. I bite my lip as she pushes her fingers in between my folds causing friction. She slides her fingers right on my clit making me want to moan out loudly. But I stop myself knowing someone’s outside.

Her fingers slip inside of me moving slowly. My body responds by jolting a little and I bite on my lip harder. We hear the person walk away as she roughly moves her fingers in and out of me causing me to whimper out a moan that’s almost too loud. She slaps her hand over my mouth growling in my ear.

“Shut up slut or you’ll get us caught” her hand moves to my throat gripping it and squeezing lightly. She ends up putting another finger in me and moves at the most intense speed. It causes me to feel pressure in my stomach. “P-please” I whimper out trying to stay quiet. “Professor I’m g-gonna c-cum”.

She doesn’t speak and slows down teasing me making me whine again. She slaps my ass again and pulls her fingers out ramming them back in making me yelp. Soon she’s back to my ear. “Then cum on my fingers like the good little slut you are and I’ll excuse the late homework you turned into me today”. I whine and ends up seeing stars as I cum all over her fingers gasping a little. She licks her fingers.

“You taste so sweet love” she helps me put my clothes back on. “Let’s continue at my house where you can be tongue fucked into my mattress what do you think about that?”. I think for a moment still hazy. “Yes Professor Ortega anything please”.

^My first post yayyyyyy hope you enjoy this^

#jenna ortega #jenna x y/n #wlw post #wlw smut

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