Harry Styles imagines + preferences

Only angel part 12 {smut}

There's always been a softness inside of him, reading romantic adaptation books, squeezing her hand when she's nervous, writing love letters, bringing her flowers.. and there's always been a softness inside of him when it came to sex too. Silk sheets barely covering their naked body. Like Roman marble statues. His body laying sideways, one leg over hers, hips pressed together, hands tracing delicate shapes to her sweaty skin, drawn-out kiss to her forehead.. and tonight was no different. His fingers traces over her body like they do, following the constellation of the stars in the dark night. She was his brightest star. His lips leaves open mouth kisses, especially teasing around her breasts before feasting on them. His hips lays pressed against hers, his cock basking in the feeling of her tight walls. She tangles her hands through his curls, fisting it tightly, gasping at his assault. Then he begins to trail his lips down further, arching his back.

'Fucking tight, love' he mumbles in between kisses to her belly. 'So tight.. think I'm seeing heaven'.

She blushes burying her face in his curls to hide it and for a while they stay like that. Lips pressed to her belly, cock stilled inside of her, feeling her clench around him from time to time, hands holding her securely close to him.

'Think.. my heart gonna burst' he confesses.

Then he pulls his lips away, brushing them up the navel of her breasts and giving each nipple a delicate peck. He tugs on them, sucks on them, makes it his mission to leave purple imprints of his lips on them.. and she loves it, moaning out his name in staggered breaths as she clings her hands into his curls. She needed him like that, mouth greedily sucking on her breasts, biting her nipples, devouring them like they were his prized possession.. and they were, often cupping them in his hands, playing with them for hours while one moan after another slipped out of her pretty mouth.

'Prettiest little buds' he compliments, pecking her nipples a few more times before gazing his eyes back up at hers.

and if she could, she would stay like this forever, keeping his cock buried deep inside of her with one leg draped over her figure, hands in her hair, leaving a drawn- out kiss to her forehead.. and he would let her because he's addicted to the feeling of her skin, lips, breasts, cunt. He's addicted to every inch of her.. and then sometimes he'd find her gasping for air, begging for him to pull out and he would.. with no doubts. 'What happened love?' 'He ca- can't hurt m- me'. He'd hold her tightly to his chest, letting her cry into it. 'S'alright, love. Shh.. shh'.

'C'mon, love.. I know your craving my cock' the stranger smirked, leaning over her fragile body. She began to shake as he travelled his fingers up her tight, little skirt, backing her against the wall, ready to assault her cunt without her permission. 'Excuse me, get the fuck away from me' she tried to push but he was stronger, holding her tighter against him. She was trapped, breathing staggering, heart pounding out of her chest, queasiness in the pit of her stomach. 'Darling..' he began kissing down her jaw all the way to the nape of her breasts were he sucked on them harshly. She closed her eyes, taking in a shaky breath. 'Gonna fuck your tight, little pussy till' you can't walk' he mumbled in between kisses. She's violently shaking, uncontrollable tears falling down her cheek.. and then she somehow, through her shaky tears, she heard a low voice, a honey tone to it. 'Gonna beat your fucking ass till YOU can't walk' he growled, yanking the man away from her. She gasped for some air, grasped for his hand and told him she was going to be sick. 'C'mon, angel.. I'll take you the toilets'. She followed him through a crowd of sweaty people. At one point their hands almost slipped away but he held them tightly in his, not letting her go. When they finally reached her destination she immediately gripped the toilet seat and threw up. He brushed her hair out of the way, holding it up in his butterfly shaped claw clip and rubbed her back with tenderness and when she had the courage to look up at him, even in her messy state, her heart squeezed out of her chest, beating rapidly. 'Shh.. shh, you're okay' he whispered, brushing away a few tears that began to trickle down her face. She felt her heart sting with pain, body still trembling. 'Here take this' he placed his blazer over her shoulder. He took her by the hand, held her closely to him and waited outside with her until her Uber arrived. 'Harry' he told her, while gently rubbing the cold away from her body. She felt safe and warm around him, heart finally at a stable rhythm. 'Y- Y/N' she managed through her shaky tears. He could've sworn he saw an angel, standing right in front of him. The lampshade that flickered into the dark night was her halo as he admired her face. Chapped lips, tear stained cheeks, pale face. It's the worse she ever looked after what had happened in the club that night but to him.. she looked even more beautiful. He leaned down against her ear, holding her against him tightly. She flinched but softened under his tender touch when he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. 'Not gonna hurt ya, love. Jus' wanna say you look beautiful' he assured her. When her Uber had arrived he quickly pressed a drawn-out kiss to her forehead, asked her to call him when she got home and even insisted she'd keep his blazer on. In case she felt cold during her ride home. 'How are you feeling? Do you want to talk about it? I'll be on the phone 'till you close those pretty eyes of yours'. She couldn't help the blush on her face or the grin appearing on her lips. 'Jus' a little shaken up' she confessed. They talked for hours until he heard her adorable light snores from the other side of the phone, finally his eyes closing to sleep too, bringing blue, hazy lights to his dreams.

She's gazing up at him as he cups her face in his hands, nudging his nose softly against hers.

'I don't know what I'd do without you' she confesses.

and with that she tangles herself with him, resting her head on his chest as he strokes her hair with tenderness. Her eyes slowly closing, feeling herself drift off into a blue, hazy dream. He admires her for a while, holding her so close because he can't have her slip away.. he needed her in every way possible, from her touch to the kindness in her heart. He needed all of that. With heavy lidded eyes he finally falls asleep too, resting his lips in between her hair.