Harry Styles imagines + preferences

Only angel part 3 {smut}

She couldn't remember a thing her parents said while walking home from church. Her mind replaying the scandalous scenes that had happened this morning. Her mouth wrapped nicely around his throbbing cock. His lips sucking at her soaking cunt.

'Darling, are you even listening?' Her mother asks.

Her eyes snap, looking at her mother who looks at her with a raised eye. Her arms are crossed, tapping her foot as she awaits her answer.

'Yes mother' she nods.

While at home she sits by her bed, on bent knees praying. She remembers how he felt for the first time when he entered her slowly. He had her rested on her back, gently burying his cock deep inside of her.

She remembers the gasp that slipped her lips when he took his first thrust. The feeling all so new for her. 'Please, it hurts' she whimpered. Her hands fisted his hair, biting at her lips to suppress the pain in her voice. He stilled in her as she squirmed in his grasp, begging him to stop the pain she was feeling. 'S'alright angel' he cooed, running his hand through her hair to calm her down. He let her lie still, adjusting to his size before slowly fucking her. 'That's it angel, lemme fuck that tight little pussy' he let out a grunt. 'So fucking tight. Can ya feel it?' He continued to keep a slow steady rhythm. She nodded, desperate moans falling from her lips. 'Can ya feel my cock buried deep?' He had asked her again. 'Such a fucking mess, love'. She couldn't really respond, her mind foggy with the feeling of euphoria in the pit of her stomach. 'Maybe one day, I'll fuck you up real nice, 'till you can't walk' He's wounding her up, bringing her closer to the edge. 'Fucking bastards. They don't teach you this in catholic school' he taunted her. He's spewing out dirty words, fucking in deep, heavy thrusts. 'Fuck baby' he held her hand to her stomach but she flinched, feeling the imprint of his cock buried deep in her. S'okay love'.

She remembers his hot, sticky cum filling his condom while she released after. He didn't take his eyes off of her or his dick out of her. Just stilled in her for a moment before he finally pulled out. Her hot, sticky honey dripping out of her cunt.

She remembers the aftercare, cleaning her up in the bath. He kissed her repeatedly all over, whispering small praises.

God she wanted- no needed him inside of her.

Her eyes look up at the wooden cross. Her hands sneakily riding up her thighs to dip into her honey. It's soft and gentle at first. But she's a beast by the end, moaning out his name repeatedly as she fucks herself with her fingers. She doesn't even realise him standing by the door. A smirk on his face as he watches her whimper out his name. Her eyes are glossy, lips quivering and her body shakes. He walks over to her, bending down behind her. His hot breath is fanning over her back. He wraps one hand around her neck, keeping her still as his other replaces her fingers that are thrusting into her whole. She flinches slightly.

'S'just me' he whispers.

She melts under his touch, leaning her head on his chest. Her body falling loosely around him.

'God Y/N, fucking wet' he taunts her. 'Don't think my cock can wait much longer'

She whimpers when he grinds himself against her. His lips roughly sucks on her jaw while his other hand kneads her breasts through the silky material. She can feel herself beginning her orgasm, looking up at the cross with her mouth agape. Her back arches, hands reaching to fists his hair tightly.

'Such a fucking mess, darling' he continues to spew out dirty words.

She jerks her hips forward, feeling his fingers push in further from that action. Her body shakes, hair sticking to her face and she lets out a high pitch moan as her juices come dripping out of her.

'That's it baby' he encourages her.

She collapses from the euphoria of it all, panting and still shaking.

'S'alright, I've got you' he whispers, holding her firmly in his arms.

He presses light kisses to her hair, softly swaying side to side to calm her down.

'S'okay baby' he coos.

Even in moments like these, her heart is melting. He always took care of her after. Running baths, holding her close to him, whispering soothing words and praises.

They didn't even hear her mother knocking, asking if she was alright.

'Y- yeah, I'm f- fine' she assures her.

Her breathing has calmed down, her shaking stopped. She looks into his eyes deeply.

'That was fucking beautiful, angel' he praises, making her blush.

She turns her head around, burying her face in the crook of his neck. Her lips leave light kisses there. He can feel his breathing stagger, his cock twitching from this simple touch. But he has to refrain himself. Then she snaps her head up at him with knitted brows.

'Why are you here?' She asks.

He cups her face, caressing her cheeks with the pad of his thumbs.

'Just missed you that's all' he whispers.

He brushes his nose against hers, tracing his fingers up and down her arm. She can feel her hairs standing up. Her breathing is becoming heavy.

'Can't believe I had you on your knees this morning' his voice is soft and low. 'Thrusting my cock into your pretty mouth'.

She gasps, eyes wide.

'Maybe we should do that again, angel' he begins to suck on her jaw.

She can feel the tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach. Her cunt soaking wet. She shakes the nasty thoughts in her head but the image of her sucking on his dick has her moaning. He's still sucking on her jaw, moving slowly to her ear.

'This time have you leaned over the altar as I fuck you from behind' he nibbles at her ear. 'Have you begging for mercy as I fuck that pretty pussy of yours with my cock'

She moans out a yes, feeling her cunt drip wet juices as she envisions it. Her naked body pressed to the table. Hands gripping the ends to keep herself steady. Her loud moans asking for forgiveness as he slams into her.

'and baby.. 'he begins to suck on her neck. 'Mustn't forget to confess. Yeah?'

She nods her head, fisting her hands in his hair. She's completely lost it, moaning at the idea, confessing to god about all the dirty things she's done. How she loves to disobey her parents. All the filthy words spewing out of her mouth. Harry lets go of her neck, softly nudging his nose against hers.

'That's if you want to, angel' he moves hair out of her face. 'Gotta make sure you're one hundred percent comfortable with the idea'

She leans in caressing her lips on his before running them along to his ear. Her hands are tangled in his hair.

'I want you to do all dirty things to me. Teach me everything' she confesses.

He gasps, eyes wide at her words. A smirk crosses his face.

'Better confess it to him, love' he points to the cross.

She looks over her shoulder, staring up at it. Her lips tremble, hands gripping at his hair. Too tight that he lets out a painful cry.

'Sorry' she mutters, looking back at him.

She loosens her grip on him, kissing up and down his jaw to apologise. Her hands squeezes his thighs. Most certainly going to leave small bruises.

'S'alright, angel' he assures her.

She turns her face back around, whispering lowly to Jesus. Her hands press to her lips. She knew what she was getting herself into. Devil between the sheets as he called her. But she loved it. Couldn't live without it.