Harry Styles imagines + preferences

Only angel part 14 {smut}

He kisses her forehead while entering her forbidden fruit.

'Fu-uck.. it hurts' her shaky voice muffles into his neck.

He keeps his lips pressed to her forehead, one hand stroking her hair as he props the other onto his elbow to keep himself steady.

'Want me to stop?' He asks her.

She simply shakes her head, closing her eyes as tears fall graciously down her face.

'Ju-ust.. just give me a mi- minute' she manages.

He can feel her chest collide with his as her breaths become staggered. He can feel her heart pounding out of her chest.

'Angel.. need to move' he tells her.

She nods her head, letting him rock his hips in and out of her at a gentle pace. She can feel the slight discomfort in the pit of her stomach, every slow thrust making it harder for her to breath.

'Please.. H. It really hurts' she sobs, digging her nails to his skin.

He lets out a small grunt from the feeling, burying his face in the crook of her neck, kissing it there with tenderness.

'I know, angel.. I'm sorry' he apologises.

He continues to rock into her, holding her so close, skin to skin. She breathes him in, wrapping her arms and legs around him as a strangled moan falls from her lips, then a sudden gasp. She feels her soul touching his, pleasure taking over her body.. and when she finally orgasms for the first time, he picks her up gently in his arms, placing his cheek over her head.

'Did I hurt you?' He asks, guiding her to the en-suite bathroom.

She shakes her head, burying her face into the softness of his chest. She sits back pressed to his chest as he cleans her up, gently brushing a sponge to flower. She's gazing her eyes at his with so much love. His heart might burst. He picks her up and wraps her in a warm towel. He's pressing light kisses to her face, whispering sweet nothings to her ear. Lastly he places his tee over her head, gently laying her back into his arms. She rests her head against his chest, eyes slowly closing. This was the day when she whispered to him that she was ready but nervous. He made sure to keep her comfortable, relaxed. Now he's rocking his hips in and out of her cunt, small grunts falling from his lips, chest pressing together.

'Remember your first time' he whispers in her ear.

She lets out a soft moan, eyes squeezed shut, feeling him fully.

'You were so nervous' he tells her.

She remembers clearly, feeling his love pour through his gentle touch, rushed I love yous as you both orgasmed. She remembers the aftercare, checking in on her the whole time. He promised to be gentle, slow.

'Look at you slut' he grunts bucking his hips against yours.

Another moan falls from your lips, wavering into the thin air.

'Such a perfect little slut for me' he whispers.

His filthy words are taking you to the edge, knot tight in the pit of your stomach. He presses his lips there, mumbling incoherent words as he's reaching his.

'Close.. so close, love' he mumbles in between kisses.

He can feel the imprint of his cock between the flesh of her skin and his greedy lips. He can feel her walls clench around him, almost reaching her high. When she does, she's hitting hard, arching her back as she curses out his name. He begins to slow his pace, sloppy and messy but enough to finally buckle his hips hard into her, holding himself still as streaks of cum fill her up. It's a surprise she's not even pregnant yet, craving his sex every fucking day. But then again he didn't mind if by chance he slipped a baby in her belly. Remind him that it takes two to fuck for that.

'and when..' he trails his lips over her belly. 'when you're pregnant.. fuck. I wanna make love to you'.

She feels her walls clench around him at the idea, heavy lidded eyes fully awake. He keeps her in his arms, smiling into her soft skin.

'You'll be fucking beautiful. Can picture it' he whispers.

Finally he lays you back down, pulling out of you slowly and begins to clean you up. You're both exhausted but he'll always find the time for the simplest of things. Feeding you food, baths, water on the bedside table, stroking your hair to keep you relaxed.

'Jus' let me bring up some water' he tells her, nudging his nose against her cheek.

She's finally back in his arms, light snores slipping from her lips. He drapes his arm over her body, eyes slowly drifting of to dreamland.