Hi, I was wondering if you can do a Evan Peters x black female reader, where the reader gets take out her braids and Evan seems shocked and amazed by her natural hair, can it be a smutt, fluff. 😃✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿
Evan Peters x BIWOC!Reader - “Natural Beauty”
LOOOOve THIS request, I don’t have gorgeously thick, textured hair, but I really wanted to do this request and I did a bit of research for it. PLS pls correct me if I said anything that wasn’t right. I wanted to write it in a way that Evan wasn’t fetishising your natural hair, but instead appreciating it for its beauty. I hope I did your request justice, enjoy <33
Evan came up behind you, resting on the bed as you sat in front of your large mirror, spraying your hair as you separating one braid from the other. It was time to take out your braids. Your hair appointment was booked for midday tomorrow, and you wanted to sleep at least one night without the pull of them. Evan had only ever seen you with braided hair, and he’d been constantly bugging you to let it sit naturally .
“Taking out my braids?” You said in a questioning tone, as if it was obvious.
“Really?” he replied, getting off the bed and sitting behind you in front of the mirror, his legs open on either side of you.
Evan watched intensively in the mirror, his back rested against the bed, as you parted each braid. Evan even leant forward at times and finished parting your braids on one side once you showed him how, making the process a lot quicker than usual. You let out a sigh in relief when it was all done and you could run a hand through your hair again.
Evan did nothing afterwards but stare, his eyes set on your reflection as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
“What?” You asked, turning around and facing him, throwing your hands down in confusion. It wasn’t that you were insecure of your natural hair, but Evan’s silent staring was beginning to annoy you.
“I fucking love it, you’re so so beautiful,” he said, wrapping his arms around you and resting a head on your shoulder, his eye contact not wavering.
Your cheeks burnt bright red as you lowered your head, too flustered and flattered by his compliment to look at him anymore, any feelings of being annoyed instantly gone.
“Really?” You asked, finally looking back up at him. He got up from his position behind you on the floor, coming around to the front and taking both of your hands. He pulled you up to stand, and ran the backs of his fingers gently across your cheek.
“Why are you even questioning it? Look at my fucking girl, no one is as lucky as I am,” he confirmed, leaning in and planting a soft kiss on your nose.
“Ev..” you trailed off, not knowing what to say to his heartfelt compliments. He always knew how to make you feel special, and right now in particular, you felt like you were being put on the highest pedestal there was.
“You’re not going to that appointment tomorrow,” he teased, his hands resting on your hips as his forehead leant against yours.
“Oh yeah? Why not?” You teased back, your hands resting on his firm shoulders as he looked down at you.
His hands travelled to the small of your back, and then to your ass, grabbing both cheeks and squeezing them hard.
“Because, I need to see more of natural haired Y/N, because if I’m being honest, it’s really fucking hot, and you just look- pleasantly you,” he licked his soft lips, a laugh escaping yours as you slapped his shoulder lightly.
“Oh is that so?” You asked, your lips ghosting over his as his breathing got heavier.
“That is sooo fucking so,” he replied before finally, his lips were on yours. You kissed back, tangling your fingers in his curly hair, pulling from the roots as his tongue entered your mouth. He groaned into the kiss, you knew he loved having his hair pulled.
Moments later, he’d picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he backed you both onto the bed, dropping you down as he crawled on top of you.
He rested his hips against yours as he laid between your legs, the erection in his sweats too obvious to ignore.
You broke the kiss for a moment, laughing lightly as he groaned from the loss of contact.
“What do you think you’re doing?” You joke, as he gave up on your lips, and trailed kisses down your jaw to your neck instead.
“Oh me? Trying to get into your pants,” he replied with an amused smile, reaching up again towards your lips and pressing another kiss to them.
“It’s working, but I also need to wash my hair now that it’s out,” you tease, seemingly giving him the green light to strip you of your top and reach around to your back to unclasp your bra.
“Then let me come in the shower with you,” he worked at taking off your pants as his lips returned to kissing your neck.
“Fine, but you’re using your fingers to detangle my hair,” you jokingly threaten, as he sits up on his knees, his eyes raking over your almost naked body in hunger.
“I’ll use them for something else too,” he got off the bed before you could jokingly slap him for how dirty he was talking, getting up yourself to go to the bathroom to shower, Evan soon following closely behind you to join.
