Aryia Emrani X Reader Imagines

"Can You Dry My Hair? 🥺"

I got this idea from a prompt online, I hope you all enjoy as Y/N dries Aryia's hair :D

Warnings: None

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You let out a soft mewl as you rolled onto your stomach, the lavender scent of freshly washed sheets hitting your nose as you buried your face into the fabric. It felt like safety, and despite the smell of shampoo and conditioner, you could still get a hint of Aryia's signature scents; ginger tea, dog hair, Versace Dylan Blue aftershave; home. A light smile crossed your lips, and you took in a few deep breaths, as though the white sheets were a warming hug from an adoring lover.

Your moment of serenity was paused by the sound of the bathroom door opening, the steam from a warm shower spilling into the room, making you sigh a little as you lifted your head, gaze focused on Aryia who was wearing nothing but a pair of grey joggers which read "Stop looking at my dick"; a towel over his shoulders. His hair was dripping wet and droplets of water fell limp against his forehead, making you smile softly, something about it being incredibly cute to you.

Having sat up to watch him, brushing your black night shirt and retying the bow on your shorts, you waited a moment before speaking, "You want me to dry your hair?"

The light nod alongside a soft yawn in response was all you needed to move, retrieving a hairdryer and comb, plugging the electronic in. You sat back down on the mattress, giving the empty space in front of you a gentle pat. It only took Aryia about a second to settle down in front of you, handing you the towel that was on his shoulders and receiving a quiet "Thanks." in return.

Running your fingers through his hair to remove any knots - though you doubted he would have any - you allowed yourself a moment to take in the scent of shampoo that clung to his contrasting light and dark hair.

"That's nice..." He whispered, relaxing into your hands as you massaged him softly with your fingertips. He seemed so appreciative of your gesture, which seemed to somewhat spur you on even more.

"Good, it's supposed to be." You smiled gently.

You had to sit on your knees to be able to efficiently complete the task of combing Aryia's hair. Placing the towel on top of his head, you took your time to carefully rub sections of his hair dry and remove the droplets of water that fell onto the bedsheets and your exposed thighs. It made Aryia huff a little; the cool liquid just making the post-shower cold worse - at least you were quick at it. And soon, his hair was just damp; though you knew better than to leave it that way.

Placing the towel on the floor with the internal note to place it in the washing machine once you were finished, you quickly combed through his hair, waiting patiently to see if Aryia would complain that it was painful. Though instead, you gained a quiet hum of contentment.

"That okay for you?" Your tone was light, not wanting to pierce through the comfortable silence that you shared.

"Yeah, it's really nice." Your boyfriend whispered, his half-lifded eyes added a slightly sleepy tone to his voice. The sweetness he displayed as you continued to comb through his hair made your heart melt and pound quickly in your chest. You adored him more than anything.

"Still want me to use the hairdryer?" You glanced over his shoulder, watching him rub his tired eyes with his tattooed hand.

"...Nah."

You nodded, pressing your lips against the moon tattoo in his neck before you smiled. "Alright, lie down and get comfy, okay?"

He nodded in response as you got off the bed.

You loved to lavish Aryia in the love he deserved, and would take advantage of the time you had to pamper him. You watched as Aryia got himself comfortable, now lying down with his head against your pillow.

You made sure to quickly put everything away in its proper place so that he wouldn't get confused or frustrated if anything got lost or went missing. "Do you need anything, Ary?"

A shake of the head from your boyfriend made you smile as you climbed back onto the bed, curling up beside him. You quickly gained an arm around your waist in response as he pulled your figure closer to his.

"I love you, Y/N." He whispered with a yawn.

You blushed as you always did when he confessed his love to you. "Awwh, I love you too, Aryia!"

You smiled and held him close to you as you both closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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I hope you all liked this fluffy imagine. Feel free to suggest something below as I love hearing feedback and would love to know what imagines you guys would like me to write :)