Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences Book 3

Adrenaline

Request- Omg can you do a smut scene where like y/n is really insecure so they haven't done anything sexual yet so harry is really horny so when y/n is finally ready (not for sex but other stuff) he's like so excited, turned on and can't control himself. he has to like hold himself back bc he's never seen her naked before, moaning his name, and completely turned on so he's in complete bliss,, bc fUCK,, like harry's closed eyelids and heavy panting,, it's a yes from me

SMUT WARNING!!!

It was a form of adrenaline he's never felt before.

Something about the way she was pressed against him made his skin burn with such an undying passion it confused him.

Is this normal?

Am I about to pass out?

Questions like these filled Harry's head as he stared up at Y/N. A beautiful, elegant girl once so shy and insecure about herself, now riding Harry's thigh like it was their last day on earth.

To say Harry was in love with this girl was an underestimate. She was always so loving, so giving and throughout their relationship always apologizing to Harry, telling him how sorry she was; That she wasn't good enough to please him. That her body was too ugly to please him. Of course Harry never found this to be true, assuring her daily how beautiful she was. "Nonsense, baby", he'd say. "I love every inch of you."

He never pressured her into doing anything either. A year and two months of being together, her precious, radiant half bare body always lying next to his at night, of course he thought about all the things he could do to her, but he never once said them aloud, never wanting to scare her off.

Harry knew Y/N was insecure, but the reasons why were simply unclear to him. "How could such a beautiful thing see such ugliness in herself?", he'd ask himself. He found it impossible to find a single imperfection on her. She was everything to him. And now, she's all his.

"I'm ready...sorta" were the first words to leave her mouth when she entered their bedroom in a dark, red lingerie set. Harry sworn his eyes were never blessed enough to land upon such graceful beauty. Eyes wide, mouth open. He greedily held out his hands for her like a child reaching for candy as he grabbed her waist in his large hands, feeling her body in the most respectful way.

Harry wanted nothing more but to feel her. To pleasure her. And though after a few minutes of their lips mingling against one another's Y/N made clear that she wasn't ready to have full on sex, just the little things to get the both of them off, Harry still remained delighted, thanking the Gods above for giving him such a woman.

He felt desperate, not being able to keep his hands off of her. Nipping at the skin of her neck, gripping her bum in his hands as he knew just what to do to get her off. He had to hold himself back, which was the hardest job for him. He wanted to make her scream his name, but he also wanted to take things slow and enjoy the moment. He rested her against his thigh, slightly moving her hips against it as her mouth fell and her eyes shut. He stared at her like the piece of art she was. Taking in all of her beauty, feeling honored to be the one to make her feel such pleasure. His mouth was watering at the sight of her lips releasing soft "Harry's" like music to his ears, they danced to the rhythm of her riding his thigh.

He could feel himself standing in his shorts, Y/N's hand moving to caress him, but he gently grabbed her hand, applying sweet kisses to her knuckles as he panted, "No sweetheart. Let me take care of you."