Harry Styles imagines + preferences

first time giving him a blowjob {smut}

you're nervous. he notices, bringing his hands to cup your face.

'love— ' he whispers softly.

your nervous eyes gazes at his, taking in a few shaky breaths, heart beating fast. he continues to brush his thumbs over your cheeks, whispering 's'alright, i'll guide ya' 'we don't have to' 'deep breaths, love'.

he unbuckles his belt, eyes staring at yours with tenderness. he can see your body tensing, eyes flicking down to his jeans. he gently lifts your jaw, brushing his thumb against your skin.

'baby— ' he whispers.

you close your eyes shut, taking in another deep breath, muttering a 'i'm ready'. he removes his jeans, leaving him in only boxers. you gasp at the size of him.

'we don't— ' you cut him off. '— i want to'

he tugs at his brief, pulling them off, cock slapping against his clothed stomach. your eyes widen at the size of it, gasping once again.

'i know, love' he coos.

you stare at it for a while, brushing the length of it with your fingers. flesh slick, slit glistening with precum. he moans under your gentle touch, eyes closing shut momentarily. then his fingers gently lift your chin up, making you look directly at him.

'are you absolutely sure?' he asks you once again.

'yes' you softly whisper.

he begins to massage your jaw, his other hand braiding through your hair, guiding you to his length.

'jus' open your mouth for me, darling' he instructs, voice gentle.

you do so, opening your mouth and he guides you half way down his shaft.

'fuck' he  almost collapses.

a small grunt falls from his lips, chest heaving, out of breath, eyes never once leaving yours.

'you okay, love?' he asks.

you manage to mumble a soft yes. he cups your cheek, guiding you down the rest of his cock, nose almost grazing against his pubic bone. through gritted teeth and small grunts, he guides your mouth, moving it at steady rhythm.

'jus' go nice and slow.. you don't have to rush through it' he softly whispers.

your going at a steady pace, grazing your nose at his skin, each stroke of your mouth edging him closer.

'gonna cum, angel' he's grunting.

he loses it, when you feel his first rope of cum shoot from his tip. his quivering lips whisper a 'don't need to swallow.. can spit it out'. you let streaks of cum drool from the sides of your mouth, eyes glossy with tears and that's when he pulls out. with shaky legs he lifts onto his lap, brushing his lips against your cheek.

'so good.. so so good' he praises.

he leans his head against yours, moving your sweaty hairs out of your face.

and with that takes good care of you too..