Harry Styles imagines + preferences

It's your first time

She leans in nervously, kissing at his jaw before trailing her lips up against his ear.

'I'm ready, H' she whispers.

She can feel his hairs rising, his body tensing up slightly.

'Are you sure, angel?' He asks her.

She buries her face in the crook of his neck, whispering a soft yes. He smiles, cupping her cheeks in his hands. His lips kisses her nose, making her scrunch her face together.

'I'll be really gentle, love' he whispers, caressing his lips on hers.

He pulls away, gazing at her. She's gazing at him too, with so much love and trust. He lifts her up gently, letting her wrap herself around him. His nose nudges against hers, lips caressing hers softly. He carries her up to their bedroom, resting her down on their bed. He can tell she's nervous, waiting anxiously.

'S'alright, angel' he comforts her.

For a while he simply gazes at her, running his hand through her hair to calm her nerves. His other hand brushes up and down her arms before interlacing it with her hand and bringing it to a kiss.

'You sure, lovie?' He asks her once again.

She nods her head, letting out a shaky breath while doing so.

'I want it to be you, Harry. It was always gonna be you' she confesses.

He brings his lips to hers, caressing them with love and tender. She never felt more so in love with him, patiently giving her time and taking this at a steady pace.

'Can I take your top off, angel?' He asks, tugging at the end of it.

She nods, watching him pull it up and out of her face delicately. His eyes, not once do they leave hers, that's until her breasts are on show. He trails his eyes down to them. They rest nicely under her cream bra. Little red hearts adorning it.

She didn't exactly prepare herself for this, wearing the most basic lingerie she usually wears most days. Not that he cared. She looked beautiful no matter what.

'Cute' he compliments, softly grazing his fingers over the fabric.

She blushes, gazing her eyes at him. He's biting his lips, admiring the top part of her breasts. She lets out a soft whimper when his hands softly poke under her fabric, squeezing them lightly.

'H- ' she shakily whispers.

He snaps his head up at her, stopping his movements altogether.

'You okay, angel?' He asks worried.

She simply tugs at his shirt, wanting it off. He does so, throwing it along with her top. His hands find their way back to her breasts, giving them a light squeeze before he swiftly moves them behind her back. They unclip her bra, throwing it across the room. She tenses slightly but relaxes when his lips lightly presses soft kisses to her nipples. They harden around him.

'Fu-uck' she shakily moans.

He begins to take one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking and nibbling at it while massaging the other. She can feel wetness building up in her folds, ready for his cock. He then proceeds to give the same attention to the other.

'You good?' He asks.

His lips leave her breasts, checking in on her. She nods her head, smiling softly at him. Oh how gentle he is with her, checking in to see if she's alright. He tugs at the hem of her sweatpants, asking her if he can remove them. She lifts herself up for him as he pulls them down to the floor and throwing them somewhere in the room. Her cream panties also adorn little red hearts, matching with her bra.