𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥 //𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘦

hair day❗️

lmao this is smut- you can imagine they are whatever age just not like creepily old or young

(about 90% hair pulling 5% jade dominant 5% beck dominant)

(oh and 100% smut)

it took beck about 3 weeks of making out with jade to realize a pattern. but by that time it's not exactly a pattern, more of something she just does and he goes along with, but the more he thinks about it the more and more he can't stop thinking about it.

it starts out with one hand on his neck or his upper back, just pulling him into a deeper kiss, or close to her in some way. but then it's the back of his head, and somehow it always migrated to grasping his hair.

she doesn't seem to notice she's doing it, but it's not like he minds, and it would be weird to say something, the last thing he wants to do is spook her.

at least not until he's got jade lying underneath him on her couch, her dad's gone for the evening, he didn't ask where, and cat studying at tori's or something and her grasping turns into pulling.

he reaches back and draws her fingers out of his hair, one by one until she gets the message and loosens her grip, moves her hand to his shoulder. there's a hint of outrage in the shape of her mouth when he gets a look at her, and he's torn between laughing and kissing her again.

in the end, he settles for saying,

"do you really hate my hair that much?"

"oh," she blurts out. she gives her hand a brief look, wriggling her fingers against his collarbone like she's just realizing they're there. after a second, she looks at him again, her chin a little higher and her eyes a little narrow.

"maybe i like it."

"do you," he says, the words desperately trying to avoid the awkwardness.

she bites her lip, and after a ridiculously long time he raises his eyebrows at her, but it just presses her on. she says, dropping the serious facade,

"it's a little bit of both."

his voice is still flat when he says,

"that makes perfect sense."

jade grins. "i thought so."

beck's still a little confused by the turn that conversation took when jade helpfully tugs him into a kiss with a hand on the back of his neck. he's not sure where he was even going with it, an attempt to talk about why she feels the need to hang onto him like that, maybe, why he can't remember a time he's kissed her without her steering him in in some way. but he stops thinking about it as soon as her mouth opens under his, her fingertips peeking under his collar as her body settles back against the armrest.

before he's even had a chance to get used to it, she breathes in sharply and says against his lips,

"does it bother you?"

it takes him a second to process the question, and when he does he realizes he does not want to talk about it anymore.

"no, it doesn't bother me," he says. it seems like the least likely response to prompt any follow up, even if it isn't, he's willing to bet most people would let it go if the person they're talking to leaned back in and started kissing their neck.

but this is jade.

"you don't even know what I was asking you," she says, and now she's pulling herself up, drawing her legs under herself until she's sitting on her heels.

"uh," he stalls, "it doesn't bother me if you pull my hair? was that it?"

"okay, fine." she smiles, and it looks like she can't help it, and he just wants to stop talking about this.