Harry Styles imagines

try something new in bed.

Warnings: Smut

You pulled your hair into a messy bun, glasses perches on your face and toothbrush in your mouth.

Harry was lying on the bed, his eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated on something on his phone.

You grabbed an oversized t-shirt out of your drawer, walking back into the bathroom to put your toothbrush back in the holder.

You heard Harry clear his throat."

Did you call me?" You question, head poking back to glance at your boyfriend.

"Oh, no." He spoke quickly, eyes darting back to his phone.

You shrugged your shoulders, returning to what you were doing. You began to apply your moisturizer, the cool gel soothing on your skin. You rubbed it down your neck and chest, smoothing it over the skin.

Harry inhaled a deep breath through his nose. 



"What are you doing?" You laughed.

Harry didn't glance up at you, his face bright from the light of his phone. 



"Nothin'," he started, his attention still insanely focused on whatever he was reading.

Your curiosity was peaked, your nosey side unable to keep quiet.

"Tell me." You smirked, slowly walking towards the bed.

Your oversized t-shirt hit just at the tops of your thighs, the long sleeves dangling at your elbows. 



"Really don't wanna, kind 'f embarrassing." His eyes widened as his cheeks flushing, pulling his phone into his chest to prevent you from seeing it.

"Embarrassing? You get embarrassed?" Your body was inches from his, now lying side by side on the bed. His eyes stared at your lips, his eyes growing darker.



"Well, guess I jus' haven't ever... well... asked." His phone fell forward, the screen now available for your eyes. You glanced down to see what you hadn't been expecting.

Sixty-nine.

"Well, just ask, love." You let your lips linger just above his, his hands now grabbing onto your body. 



"Wanna... try it?" He spoke slowly, his nerves evident in his voice. 



"Wanna what?" You teased, "Need to know what." He closed his eyes, head thrown back on the pillow, harsh swallows visible in his throat.

"Ride my face, love."



Your lips were moving slow, tasting each others minty mouths as you pushed your body on top of his.

His eager hands pulled you up onto him, your core now resting on his chest.

You flipped your body around quickly, your heat now pressed against his abdomen with his large hands gliding up the span of your back. Your body pushed forwards, face now inches from his erection.

His fingers grazed the backs of your thighs, tickling the skin as his breath hit the inner part of your legs. Your body shook at his touch. You pulled his cock out of his boxers, pumping it slowly in your hand.

Not being able to see his face almost made everything more sensual- your body wasn't prepared for the noises coming out of his body, and it definitely wasn't ready for the feeling of his mouth on you. 



His fingers pulled the fabric of your panties aside, tongue slowly grazing up your slit. You pushed yourself back, trying to get him closer, deeper in you.

One of his hands reached around your waist, wrapping his hand under you to rub small circles on your clit. You moaned out, dropping your head down to finally take him into your mouth.

The feeling was one you'd never experienced- you were able to feel the effect you had on him while his face was pressed up to your cunt. 



At this point, you were both moaning messes, the feeling of each others mouths amplified like they've never been before. His face momentarily left your heat, causing you to whimper.

"So fuckin' hot, babe. So..."

His lips began to kiss your inner thighs, the sensitivity making you squirm. You continued to take him into your mouth, one hand on his shaft and one on his thigh.

You felt him twitch in your mouth, and you felt overwhelming pain.



"Ow, Harry! What the fuck!?"

Your head had lifted up, one hand reaching onto your inner thigh and the other pushing yourself up on Harry's leg.

He yelled out in pain, your body falling next to him on the bed.

You two had been moaning uncontrollably, but now the sound of pain filled the room.

You looked down at your inner thigh, the teeth marks visible and the reddish-purple tint starting to form.

Harry was holding his thigh, the bruise from the palm of your hand covering the top of his leg.

You both began to feel the pain subside, and you started to laugh. 



"I'm sorry, love, I got too into it. I was about to cum and jus' wanted to bite yeh... I think I bit too hard." Harry laughed, his hand pushing your legs apart to look at the mark he'd made. 



"You think?" You laughed, eyes glancing at his thigh.

"Sorry I pushed on you so hard... I had a good excuse though." You pointed back at your mark,

Harry having a look of guilt on his face.

His body began to lower down towards your heat, eyes looking up at you. He kissed over the sensitive bruise, hands pushing your legs open.

"Can I make it up to yeh?" 



You flashed him a devilish smile, hands tangling in his hair.

"Guess so."

You fell back on the bed, head hitting the pillow. Harry's arm pulled your body up, his head shaking and a smirk on his face. 



"Nu-uh, not like this." He pushed his body up, landing next to you on the bed.

You put one leg over his body, straddling his midsection. He pulled your hips forward. 



"Wan' you to ride my face."