She’s A Devil In Between The Sheets

Harry said that the recording session shouldn’t take that long. Maybe a couple of hours to get a couple of takes, and then they’ll have the rest of their day to do whatever they wanted. So, Y/N is ready, with a book in hand, to spend her afternoon with her love.  

And she’s excited! From the pictures Harry had shown her, the studio is a cozy bus (old tour bus of Bob Dylan, so that’s pretty cool). The perfect atmosphere for a soothing sleep story he’s about to record for Calm. Cozy enough where she can snuggle into her seat and get lost in her book, all while listening to the deep, rich, dulcet tone of Harry’s voice.

Harry comes up behind her, placing his hand on the small of her back, guiding her towards the studio. She turns towards him, giving him a quick look before continuing walking. Malibu has done Harry some good. The sun gave him a nice golden tint, honey-kissed skin peaking underneath his clothes. His face sporting dark facial hair, that Y/N loves way more than she likes to admit, especially when she feels the nice scratch in between her thighs. He’s wearing a fitted t-shirt, the fabric showcasing the strong muscles of his arms in the right way. His striped pants hugging his thighs, making Y/N want nothing more than to bite into them. (Too much of Y/N’s dismay, he is wearing a denim cap. His hair is long enough where it flops on his head and makes him look extra cuddly and soft.)

The studio looks cozier in person. Pillows all around that are soft to the touch and felt like clouds. A comfy yet sturdy couch that Y/N and Harry are both thankful for since they are going to be here for some time. Harry sets up shop, perching himself in the corner. He fluffs up a pillow to out behind his back (not before he makes sure the Y/N has enough pillows to suit her fancy because he can only be comfortable when his baby is comfortable). He places a mic in front of him with a stand so he can read the story. Y/N takes off her shoes, sits in the corner adjacent to him, stretching her legs on top of a pillow so her toes lightly graze his thigh.

“Thanks for coming with me,” he coos, placing his hand on her ankle and gives her a gentle squeeze. He draws her attention to him and Y/N meets his gaze and gives him a small smile. Harry is more gorgeous than before, his eyes speaking to her soul before her attention is brought back to the pages in front of her. Harry gets settled, leaning forward to press record and starts reading the story. “Hello, I’m Harry Styles.”

Y/N tries to pay attention to her book, but it proves to be a lot harder than she expected. Harry plagues all corners of her mind. His voice captivating her into a trance. Over the course of their relationship, Y/N has developed an affinity towards Harry’s voice. He can coax her to do whatever he wants with the sweet, timbre of his voice. This has proved useful for Harry when he’s coaxing her to cum while she’s wrapped around his cock.

Harry reads the story with elegance and grace, his voicing presenting a calming aurora that can soothe anyone. But Y/N is feeling anything but calm. The rich tone of his voice makes her heart skip a beat and her pussy throb. Y/N couldn’t help herself. She starts stirring in her seat, each soft word going straight to her core. She dares to look at Harry, but when she does, she stifles a moan from her mouth. His lips form each word with delicacy and accuracy. The curve of his lips makes her want to suck and bite on them. She shuffles her legs, her toes digging into the meat of his thigh. Despite her needy building up in her body, Y/N knows that Harry has to finish this. They only have so much time in the studio to record, and Y/N wanted to be the last one to interfere with Harry’s work. But her actions become increasingly harder. Especially when Harry places a hand on her ankle. Softly stroking her skin and moving up towards his thigh.

“Baby,” he starts, his hand moving up to rest on her thigh, “Whatcha doin’?” His voice is light and playful, a stark contrast to when he was reading the story. There’s a teasing glint in his eyes, accompanied by a cocky smirk on his face.

“Reading,” she shrugs, trying to ignore the aching sensation growing between her legs.

“Y’know, it’s very hard to pay attention when you keep fidgeting.” Y/N was naive to think that Harry wouldn’t notice the slight clench if her thighs. He was also so attentive to everything about her. That’s what makes him a fantastic lover. His attention to her needs, him knowing just the right way to make her weak in the knees and dizzy in the head. He keeps his hand on her thigh, squeezing her skin a little more harshly than before. Harry knows what he’s doing to her. In fact, he had expected this. He knows his girl better than herself. Harry would be lying if he said that he wasn't looking forward to after the recording session so he can bury his face between her thighs.

“It’s hard to pay attention with your hand on my thigh,” she bit back at him. Harry leans forward pressing a button on the control panel. He leans back, and Y/N knows exactly what kind of mood he’s in by the look in his eyes. He rakes up and down her body, drinking her in. He licks his lips before his eyes settle back onto hers. Y/N knows when he gets like this, Harry wants complete control over her. He wants to be the reason she screams and the only thing that makes her cum. Y/N swallows thickly, trying to remain an ounce of her composure that she has. She wants any leverage she could get. She wants him to feel as desperate as she does. But that wish soon dies when Harry mumbles a simple, come here, and beckons her with his fingers.

Y/N lifts up her dress so it rests on her hip, exposing her soaked panties to him. They were nothing special.  A pair she just threw on because she’s behind on laundry. They had little cherries on them with a bow on the top. To her, they were just basic underwear, but Harry thinks he has never seen anything so cute.  A sweet treat for him decorated in cherries and tied off with a bow. Y/N grabs onto his shoulders and situates herself so she can straddle his lap, but Harry grabs her lips so she rests on one of his thighs and an excited squeak leaves her mouth. Her back bumps into the mic stand, almost knocking over the setup. Harry chuckles at her, moving the mic up and back so it hangs above them. “Comfy?” He mocks, reaching up to brush some hair out of her face.

“Very,” she moans as Harry lifts up his thigh to add a little pressure to where she wants him most. A tiny moan leaves her lips, soon muffled by Harry when he leans forward and rubs his nose against hers. Her hands move to the back of his neck, sliding up so she can remove his hat to tug on the soft strands of his hair.

“I like this dress.” His breath fans over her face, causing heat to rise to her cheeks.

“I know you do, that’s why I wore it.” Harry leans, connecting their lips ever so lightly. The kiss is soft, like a cautionary tale of what was to come next. He sucks on her bottom lip, asking wordlessly for her to open her mouth. Y/N gasps, giving Harry space for him to slip his tongue in her mouth. He licks into her, tasting the raspberry gum she had early. But she always tastes sweet, like candies that can make your teeth sore.

His lips move down to her neck as he plants both hands on her hips, pressing her forward. This encourages her to move her hips against him. A moan erupts from the back of her throat, her grip tightening on him. With each rock of her hips, Harry leaves another bruise along her neck and collar bone. She moves her hips on her thigh for some time. Her swollen clit rubbing against the meat of his thigh. He removes himself from her neck to look at where they meet. Y/N’s cheeks heat up as she watches him watching her. “Feels good?” he mumbles, moving his hand from her hip to grasps her leg and thumb of the inside of her thigh. “God, you look so hot using me to get yourself off.” Y/N feels a familiar feeling the pit of her stomach, her orgasm creeping up through her body.

“I’m so close,” she moans, her movements becoming sloppier. Y/N wraps her arms around Harry’s neck, pulling him closer so she can reattach her lips to his. Harry bites on her bottom lip, making Y/N gasp. Harry takes this opportunity to stick his tongue in her mouth so he can lick at her tongue.

He moves to her neck, biting another mark into her skin. Her hips increase in speed as her orgasm washes over her, helping her ride the tingling she feels all over her body.

Harry lets her calm down a little before he removes her from his leg, eyeing the wet spot on his pants. Y/N stands up in front of him, trying to catch her breath. But Harry doesn’t give her enough time before he grabs her hips and roughly pulls down her panties, tossing them to the side. Before Y/N realizes what’s happening, Harry is pulling her back into his lap so her stomach is on his knees, her face falling into the cushions. He rubs her backside gently while on hand resting on the small of her back to keep her still. He drags her fingers down to where she is aching for him. His finger lightly grazes her puckered hole, and Y/N lets out a surprised squeak, turning to look at him. “Maybe next time,” he comments before continuing to her pussy. He rubs his middle and index finger along her folds, before dipping in to barely touch her hole. He collects her wetness from her previous orgasm, then taking his finger so he can suck her juices off of them. Y/N moans as she watches his finger slip past his lips as he hollows his cheeks around them. She feels herself becoming wetter by the second. “Taste so good. My favorite treat.” Y/N doesn’t marvel at the moment for too long before Harry smacks his palm on her bum. A moan erupts from her chest, the sting from the force of his hand sending shock waves straight to her core. “Such a dirty girl, you like it when I smack your bum. I can feel you dipping on my thigh.” And Harry was right, her arousal is leaking down her thighs onto his pants. She makes a mental reminder to get them dry cleaned next week.

Harry gives her another smack, using more force than the last. But this time, Harry takes his fingers and slowly starts fingering her. Y/N sighs in relief. She revels in his touch, the stretch is nice and comfortable, gradually bringing her to the edge. Just as her orgasm builds up, Harry removes his fingers, then quickly gives her two smacks. Y/N groans at the empty feeling, but is soon hushed when Harry pushes his fingers back inside of her and fucks her with intent. Moan after moan leaves her mouth. Y/N grips the cushion in front of her, her eyes rolling back into her head.

“Harry, oh god, please,” His fingers are unrelenting, hitting a spot that makes her see stars. Y/N is close to the edge, then the same tingling feeling erupting in her stomach.

“Oh, baby, you look so good like this. Are you giving me another one?” Harry removes his hand from her lower back, going up to her neck and lightly squeezing her and restricting her airflow. His fingers continue to pound her pussy, while his thumb finds her other hole, rubbing the rim and applying pressure. The hand around her neck; the fingers hitting her spot; and his thumb in her ass all bring Y/N over the edge, giving another orgasm to course through her body. She shakes a little as the feeling overtakes her body. Harry helps her ride out her orgasm, then removes his fingers to taste her again.

Harry hums around his fingers, savoring her sweet tang. “When we get home, I’m going to bury my face between these pretty thighs,” he emphasizes the statement with a smack on her inner thigh, “but right now I’m so painfully hard I’m going to burst.” For the first time since they got here, Y/N’s full attention is on Harry’s cock. She can barely feel the growing member under her and a moan leaves her mouth at the thought of feeling it down her throat.

“Can you stand up for me?” He asks, moving the hair that had fallen in front of her eyes. Y/N takes a second before she scoots on his lap, moving so she’s on her knees in front of him. She places her hands in her lap, patiently waiting for Harry to give her instructions.

Harry smiles softly at her, leaning forward to stroke her bottom lip with his thumb before pushing the finger past her lips. Y/N sucks vigorously on his fingers, hollowing her cheeks and licking the tip. Harry lets out a moan before he removes his finger. “Take me out.” The command comes out slow, yet full of dominance and control. Y/N doesn’t have to be told twice, as she sits up on her knees and begins undoing his pants. If it were any other day, Y/N would tease Harry by pulling the zipper down slowly. But the look in Harry’s eyes stops and she doesn’t want to test her luck if she wants to see his cock at all. Once the zipper and button are undone, Harry lifts up his hips and helps her take off his pants along with his boxers. Once they are off his legs, he spreads wide open, making room for her between his thighs. His cock looks hard and angry. The tip peeking out of the uncut skin, a gorgeous ruby red, sticky with precum. Y/N’s mouth waters at the thought of it down her throat. She looks at his cock, mesmerized by the thick veins along the side before she makes eye contact with Harry.

He chuckles lightly when he sees her visibly swallow. His hand goes to his aching cock, and starts stroking lightly. “Come here,” he moans, squeezing more precum of his dick. Y/N crawls on her knees and opens her mouth, sticking her tongue all the way out. Before her mouth reaches his dick, Harry stops her and tuts his mouth. “No, stand up.” Although Y/N is confused, she obliges, ducking slightly so she doesn’t hit the mic. “I want you to ride me.” Y/N moans, the ache in her thighs growing again. But before she takes a seat on his lap, she hesitates. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you sure you want me to ride you? I don’t want to make the studio a mess.”

He chuckles, with a slight shake of his head. “Well, I guess you’re going to have to take all that I give you.” He pulls Y/N towards him so she’s flushed against the inside of his thighs. He helps her climb on top of him, encouraging her to put her hands on his shoulder, so her pussy is hovering over his cock. He holds your hips, preventing you from sinking down on him. He removes one hand, swiping his fingers between her fold, earning a wet moan from her. “Awe, baby. She’s so messy.” He collects her juices on his fingers, bringing them up to her lips so she can taste herself. She sucks the life out of them, swirling her tongue around and in between his fingers. Once satisfied with her performance, he removes his finger and guides her on his cock. Y/N moans at the sting of his cock stretching her out, shifting down him. Harry gives her a moment to adjust before lifting her hips, then slamming her back down on his cock. He reaches a spot deep inside, making her moan uncontrollably. Y/N is slippery and wet, gripping him like a warm, inviting vice.  “You better be careful. You don’t want to leave the studio as messy as you are.”

Y/N picks up speeding, bouncing viscously on his cock Harry continuously hits that delicious spot inside her. Y/N’s thighs begin to burn, but she can’t find it in herself to be bothered. Her goal is to make Harry come, and that’s all she can think about. Her orgasm sneaks up on her quickly, flowing through her body. Harry takes the top of her dress, moving it down along with her bra so he can suck at her tits.

“Are you going to cum for me, baby? You feel close. I can feel you clenching around me.” His words along with the tweak of her nipple by his fingers bring her over the edge, cumming for a third time today. As her orgasm takes over her, Harry is unforgiving, pounding up into her. He places his thumb on her clit and rubs tight circles. As soon as her third orgasm ends the fourth creeps up right behind it.

Her movements become sloppier, and the rhyme of her hips is less calculated. “Sweetheart, I know you’re tired but give me one more. I know you can do it,” Harry begs, his own release building in his stomach. “Oh, god. I’m so close. Keep clenching around me. You’re doing so well for me.” His moans in between each word. Y/N leans against Harry, tucking her head into his neck. He cradles her body, wrapping his arms around her as he continues to pound into her pussy. He moves her head from his neck, caressing the sides of her face. He looks her in the eyes, before kissing with urgency and passion. Her fourth orgasm ripples through her body, more intense than the last. Harry soon follows suit, grabbing at her skin while he cums. Their orgasms take over, leaving them in a mess of moans and gasps. Harry spills inside of her, pumping her release into her. Y/N milks his cock, clenching him as she rides out her orgasm. Harry continues to thrust into her softly, helping both of them through their releases.

Harry slows down to a halt, keeping Y/N still on him. “Oh, baby! You did so well!”  Harry kisses the apple of her cheeks, her eyelids, and then a couple of pecks on her lips. She chuckles at the feeling of Harry’s lips tickling her face. She leans back so she can wipe his hair from his sweaty forehead.

They stay like this for a moment, enjoying the intimate atmosphere between them. When Y/N feels Harry become soft inside her, she lifts up her hips, sliding off his cock. Harry grabs her hips and keeps her in place slightly above him. He watches as both their releases dipping out of her cunt, and down her leg. Harry moans at the sight, gathering it on his fingers and brings it to her lips.

“Miss some,” he teases. Y/N chuckles before she grabs his wrist and brings his fingers to her mouth. She licks them clean, tasting a mixture of them. The heady and sweet taste of their release relish on her tongue. With a light pop, Y/N removes the fingers from her mouth.

Harry helps her steady herself on her legs. He slides his hands down her thigh massaging them lightly. Y/N takes his hand, bending over so she can grab her panties. When Y/N reaches over, she notices the red light illuminating from the soundboard. She stands up, eyeing the board curiously before she realizes what it means. “Harry, I thought you turned off the mic.” She uses Harry for support as she puts on her panties. It doesn’t go unnoticed when he helps her bring them up gathering any arousal that slipped on her leg, mumbling messy girl to her.

“I thought I did too,” he responds, pulling his boxer up his legs.

“Well, why is the light on?”

“Ohh.”

“Did you just record us?”

“I guess I did,” he snickers, buttoning his pants once they’re on his leg. “How come you didn’t notice?”

“Me? I came four times! I have an excuse.”

“Maybe I can use it for my next album?  Your moans in the background.” he teases, but Y/N looked anything but amused. “Oh, relax!” He punctuates the phrase with a kiss on her clit under her panties before he helps her fix her dress.