Harry Styles imagines + preferences

the way you look after sex

the way you look after being fucked. your hips are still connected. cock still buried deep, softening against you. your a panting mess. unruly hair. lips swollen. flustered and hot.

'y/n.. baby' he grabs your attention.

with a dazed look, you stare at him, letting out a soft hum. too tired to even speak. too exhausted to even move. he re-situates himself, holding your hips tightly against his.. and although he would fuck you again, he knows your too sensitive for that. so instead he begins to massage your thighs, breasts, cheeks, brushing his thumb over your soft, sweaty skin.

(sometimes when he's cocky, just to tease a little, he would buckle his hips against yours unexpectedly, causing you to yelp. just to tease you)

'let's clean you up, love' he tries to coax.

but you're whining and fussing. too tired to even make any effort.

'please.. no. jus' wanna sleep' you tell him.

he would let you. he really would if you weren't all sweaty and sticky. so he pulls out and gently lifts you up.

'what?! no.. no' you whine against his chest.

he's guiding the both of you to the en-suite bathroom. tired eyes and exhausted body sitting in the bathtub as he lowers the shower cap down your figure. you're a little less whiny when he massages shower gel to your skin. then pokes your nose with his finger.

'oi! s'not nice' you grumble.

after cleaning you up, he gently lays you back on the bed. your eyes still dazed, exhausted. he showers quickly, puts on briefs and then lays cuddled next to you. legs tangled together. sleepy eyes gazing at each other. soft nudges against your nose.. and a whisper of 'Goodnight'.