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WRITE AN AFTERCARE ONE SHOT

AFTERCARE (h.s)

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harry styles x fem!reader

summary: harry gives reader aftercare after he pounds them into the mattress :)

word count: 2.1k

cw: smut, penetration, established relationship, fluffy fluff

a/n: heyyyyyy! had to give y’all the ending of the smut too like… also does anyone else have an emotional support water bottle? i do.

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“Come on, fucking take it!” I grit through clenched teeth as beads of sweat threaten to drip into my eyes.

My hands are locked around your knees, which are conveniently tossed over my shoulders. Lying on your back in front of me, I hold myself up on shaky legs, bound to collapse eventually. Your hands grip the headboard behind you as an endless stream of moans tumble out of your open mouth. Watching your tits bounce with every harsh thrust I give you, the sight in front of me is truly something to behold.

“Harry! Oh my God!” you scream, back arching off the mattress when I hit particularly deep.

“Oh, fuck,” I murmur, feeling as your walls clench around my length. “So tight… So fucking tight.”

My eyes drop down to where we connect, watching as my cock disappears into your glistening core. It has my breath stuttering and my balls tightening. Hips snapping faster, you scream a jumble of curses as your body tries to keep up.

“I’m gonna— Oh, shit! Please!” you gasp, pleading for something only I can give you.

I change angles. Grabbing your knees and pulling them off my shoulders, letting them sit propped in the air with your feet flat beside me instead. Spread wide open for me in between your legs. Reaching down, I grab onto your hips and lift them off the bedding to meet mine. It instantly brings me deeper. Makes me hit that spot inside of you that leaves you shaking—makes my head dizzy with pleasure.

One of my hands that’s on your hips splays out over the expanse of your skin, moving ever so slightly. When my thumb brushes over your swollen clit, your whole body jolts like I electrocuted you. I have to hold back the smirk that begs to break out on my face.

“So sensitive, baby…” I coo, brushing over the bud again and relishing in the whine that crawls its way up your throat.

Instinctively, my hips have slowed their attack. Rolling into you without fervor as I memorize the way your body reacts to the slightest of touches. The motion still has you squirming and panting, hips bucking and writhing to meet mine.

“Harry, please…” you beg again, urging my hips to pick up the rhythm again.

My thumb presses down onto your clit and you scream, bucking up against me. That’s all I need to snap my hips against yours. Picking back up where I left off, I use your body as leverage to pound you into the mattress. Thumb drawing circles over your clit, the head of my cock hitting your G-spot, and my other hand creating bruises on your hip. You’re close, I can feel it.

“You gonna cum on my cock, baby? Gonna make a mess of me?” I force my eyes back on your face, watching as your eyebrows knit together and your mouth makes the perfect ‘O’ shape.

All you can do is nod in response, adjusting your grip on the headboard to ground yourself. You’ve gone silent, just small whines and whimpers that you have no control over, and panting breaths. I watch as pleasure overtakes your features, body coiling with the building tension in your muscles. My hips snap faster at the sight, needing to watch you come undone. Back arching, legs spasming, and cunt clenching; you cum—hard. Feeling you pulse and flutter around me has my legs finally giving out.

I catch myself on my hands, caging your head in as I reach my peak. “Fuck, fuck, fuck… So good. So good. Gonna make me cum so hard.”

Pathetic sounds escape me as my balls tighten to an extreme degree. My hips lose their rhythm, stuttering into you with as much control as I can muster like this.

“Harry…” you whine my name, probably from the fact that you’re overly sensitive and I’m still chasing my high.

“Shit, baby! I- I’m cum— I’m cumming!” With one final, sharp thrust, I bury myself into you and fill the condom with my release. A long, deep groan claws its way out of me, right into your ear.

Only when I feel one of your hands thread into the hair at the nape of my neck, and the other smooth down the skin of my back, do I let myself fully relax. Dropping my weight straight down onto you, you let out a quiet ‘oof’ when I land. But I know you don’t mind. In fact, you’ve said this is one of your favorite parts.

Me, lying on top of you, still buried in your heat, as we catch our breaths. I can feel your heart trying to reach mine through its rapid beats. I pant against the skin of your neck, my mind still reeling and hazy. Your hands skating over my skin could easily have me falling asleep any second, but I force the exhaustion away.

Conjuring up all my energy, I place a quick kiss to the side of your jaw and lift myself off of you. Hovering over you again, my hands grab the tops of your thighs as I slowly pull out. The hiss that leaves your lips from the loss and the empty feeling has my stomach twisting. Hands massaging your thighs to ease the tension and the ache of your muscles. Shifting between your legs, I scoot back just enough to place a soft kiss on the insides of both of your thighs. You shiver, and I smile.

When I roll off the bed, landing on shaky legs, you turn on your side to watch me. The dazed smile on your lips never falters. I can only take one quick look at you, seeing your naked form half covered by the comforter, or else I’d get worked up again.

Hobbling over toward the bathroom, I toss the condom in the trash and run the faucet until it’s warm. I grab a washcloth and hold it under the water, ringing it out once it’s thoroughly soaked. Getting a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I stare back at the flush in my skin, fingerprints on my shoulders, and hickeys on my neck. It’s so easy for me to pinpoint exactly when these marks graced my skin. Replaying it in my head like a movie. One I’ll definitely be looking back on during some alone time.

Forcing myself out of my head, I walk back into the room to find you exactly how I left you. Feeling your gaze burn my skin as you take in my still naked frame. I climb back onto the bed, yanking the covers off of you. Your knees instinctively clamp shut, knowing what’s coming.

“Come on, baby. I have to clean you up.” I grab your knee with one of my hands, trying to pry it away from the other.

“No,” you whine. “Too sensitive.”

“This’ll feel good, sweetheart. I promise.”

Finally, you loosen the tension in your legs and let me pull them apart. I pin one knee to the mattress while the other stays obediently next to my hip as I sit between them. Bringing the warm rag to your soft skin, I clean the outer parts first, wiping up the remnants of our time. Only when I bring the rag up toward your swollen bud do you shiver, sighing out into the open air.

“You were so good for me, baby,” I murmur almost mindlessly, watching my hand and the rag work. You whine when I accidentally run over your clit again, muscles tensing and jolting. “You were right… So sensitive.”

I wipe the insides of your thighs and then place the rag to the side. Your legs close automatically, shielding me from my all time favorite view. Sliding off the bed, I’m more stable on my feet as I scoop you up bridal-style. Hearing your delighted squeal makes me smile. “Pee time, baby!”

I carry you toward the bathroom, even though you could probably walk. After giving yourself over to me, the least I could do is give you some princess treatment. I even go as far as setting your ass on the toilet for you. But I give you the common decency of some privacy as you use the bathroom. Though, I do make sure to kiss the crown of your head before I slip out.

Closing the door behind me with you inside, I reenter the bedroom. I snatch the damp rag off the bed and toss it in the hamper before heading to the dresser. A fresh set of boxers drag up my legs and cover my manhood, concealing the semi I was sporting from cleaning you up. Before I leave the room, I lay out one of my old t-shirts for you to put on when you get out of the bathroom.

When I head downstairs, there’s a certain pep in my step. An orgasm gifted by my favorite girl does that to me. And I can’t seem to wipe this damn smile off my face.

I reach the kitchen and immediately head for the cabinets, grabbing your water bottle from the hoard inside. The fridge reminds me to change my water filter as I fill your bottle with the ice cold liquid. I don’t understand your attachment to this water bottle, but I’ve chosen not to question you about it anymore. It’s your ‘emotional support water bottle’ as you’ve put it. Either way, it makes you happy, and that’s my only objective. So it’s what you’ll get.

As I’m twisting the cap back on, I spot some chocolate on the counter and decide to take a few pieces up for us. Heading upstairs, I feel almost giddy to get back to you.

When I enter the bedroom again, I spot you already in bed. Dressed in the shirt I laid out, the semi I had just gotten to calm down threatens to come back. I can’t suppress the smile on my face as I make my way over to you, watching your tired eyes drag over my frame. I place the goods on your bedside table and spot the way your eyes light up at the gesture—or the chocolate, I can’t tell.

Bending down, I grab your jaw and angle your head up to meet mine. My lips meet yours subconsciously, like my body just couldn’t help itself. But this kiss isn’t anything like the one that initiated this whole night. It’s gentle, sweet, and loving. All the emotions I’m feeling for you in this moment poured into one small action.

It’s almost overwhelming.

My lips detangle from yours to press against the corner of your mouth. And then your cheek. And your nose. And your forehead and your jaw and your eyelids. And anywhere else I can reach until I’m practically tumbling onto you.

You laugh sweetly and swat at me as my lips don’t let up their attack. Determined to kiss every millimeter of your face. I’m hovering over you again, holding onto your face even as I let myself fall to the side. First my shoulder hits the mattress, and then my back as I roll us further, until you're half-sprawled over my chest. I leave one last lingering kiss to the center of your eyebrows before settling in.

You’re catching your breath from your giggles as one of my hands travels from the side of your face to your hip. I pull you impossibly tighter against me, letting out a content sigh. But before you hook one of your legs over mine, like you do every night, you spring up from the bed. I try not to pout at the loss of your body on top of mine.

In the dim lighting, I watch as you reach for your beloved water bottle and chug a good portion of its contents. When you put it back on the table, you notice the chocolates and snatch them faster than I can register. Only when you settle back down against me do I relax.

My hand smooths down your back to the sound of crinkling foil wrappers. I don’t witness it, but I’m sure you just toss the trash aimlessly across the room. Having to crane my neck down to look at you, I watch you pop one of the treats into your mouth.

And then you’re holding one up to my mouth, and my mouth is complying by opening and letting you place it on my tongue.

I hum at the taste and wrap my arms around your frame tighter, not giving you the chance to escape again. Your hand lands on my chest, just under your head over my heart. When your leg hooks over mine, I hum again, and it has nothing to do with the candy melting on my tongue.

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