PART 2 OF: EXHIBITIONISM (from kinktober!) (Patreon)

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part 1

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It has to be the longest day she’s ever worked. 

Y/N is certain of it, actually. Each minute drags from one hour to the next, and by the time it’s finally lunch, Y/N thinks her hair has grown 1.25 centimeters in that time. She doesn’t see Harry at all because there were no extravagant team-building exercises, and she thought it’d look a little suspicious if she started hunting him down in his office. She even refrains from messaging him something dirty on company time, just because she has a feeling that would stress him out, and that’s not what she wants. Even though she’d kill to see a bulge pic from beneath his desk in his office, she doubts that they are anywhere near that level yet. She’s surprised Harry even followed her to the secret little room they fucked in. 

Niall commented on how quickly she started packing her things away, “What, do you have a date with your boyfie?” Which is how he’s referred to Harry ever since Y/N first started forcing him into the team-building workshops because she thought he was cute. 

“I have a date with my bed.” Which, technically, isn’t a lie when you think about it. She does have a date with her bed, and also the man who would probably be in her bed with her. Y/N would clue Niall in when she had a better understanding of what was happening. And obviously, she’d ask Harry if he was okay with him knowing, though she would say Niall can sniff out when she’s hiding something from like 9000 kilometers away. She could at least get away with it for a while. 

Niall squinted at her, “Hmm, okay. I’m sensing you got a new toy you aren’t telling me about. I expect a full report on my desk by next Monday!” 

Sort of, but it’s living, breathing, and also Harry Styles, our employee relations manager. 

Instead of admitting this, she snorted, rolled her eyes, and grabbed her purse before she slung it over her shoulder, “Anything for you, baby.” She blew him a kiss and sent him a wink, then went on her way. 

Y/N is a little worried, sure, that Harry won’t show up at their usual spot. She’d thought maybe he’d get too nervous, would have overthought it all day, and then filed a report on himself. She wondered if she should have checked in with him during the day to remind him that she really didn’t mind this morning at all and was being serious when she wanted to see him afterward. What if her not messaging him all day made him think that she regretted it? God, that couldn’t be further from the truth! 

She’d been reaching into her purse for her phone in a slight panic, already drafting up what she was going to send to him, but paused when she saw Harry waiting patiently for her. He was playing with his fingers – a nervous little habit she’d catch him doing sometimes. The look in his eye suggests that he might have been worried about the same thing, wondering if she misunderstood him not messaging her, thinking twice if she was going to show up to take the commute home together. When Y/N whistled to grab his attention, his eyes darted over, and a look of pure relief swept over his face and relaxed his shoulders, even more so when she shot him a grin. 

“Harry,” she waited until she got a little closer, doing a quick surveillance of the area before inquiring, “Are you still coming over?” Her voice was kept softer than it had been, just in case. 

He gave a small nod: “If you’d like me to.” He answered, which made her heart stutter over a beat, “I don’t — I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything so —“

“I don’t,” she answered quickly. “No, not at all; I actually was a little worried that you wouldn’t be here when I showed up.”

With rosy cheeks, he tips his head and looks away, “I — I wanted to.” He scratched the nape of his neck. “I’ll be honest, I got so in my head about it all day, but I couldn’t just see you. You’re my friend, even though that’s not the most professional thing for HR to do. Well, I guess neither is what we did earlier.”

God, he’s so cute, she thinks she needs to chew on his face or something. It’s making her feel crazy — that and the way she’d been edged all day practically. The ride home was going to take way too long, she knew, and she wondered if Harry would get hard again from being close to her and smelling her or if he’d be able to keep it together. He got off this morning, at least, but he seems like the type to get worked up again quickly. Especially if she was pressing her bum against him on the train — or maybe she should snuggle up close to the front of him?

“I’m glad you waited for me.” She took him by the wrist and pulled him toward her by the wrist, walking to the subway. “We’ll miss our train; we should go. Are you hoping it’s packed again?”

This is the best way she could ask without outright wondering if he wanted to be pushed up against her again. She wouldn’t mind asking him outright, but they were still pretty close to work, so she didn’t want him any more stressed than he already was. His skin is soft beneath her fingertips, and the way his pulse drums against them almost makes her smile. He was like a skittish little creature that she found in the woods. 

It takes him a second to register it, she thinks, but when he does, he clears his throat and nods shyly, “Ah, I — yeah. Yeah, I am.”

“Good,” she smiles, “Me too.”

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The ride home was just as packed as it had been this morning, only now it was full of people antsy and anxious to get out of their work clothes. Y/N and Harry are pressed up just as tight as they had been before, only this time she makes sure her bum is what’s snug against his crotch. Harry sucks in a breath but settles his hands against her hips — nobody could see, with how stuffed they all were together. His fingers pinched into her sides, similarly to how they did this morning with her in his lap. Y/N wishes there weren’t so many layers in between them because she thinks it’d feel good, feeling his skin against hers.

They jostled and bumped around; Harry held her tightly pressed against him, and it wasn’t long until she felt him get hard again. Tucked right up to her bum, she melted further back into him, and she thinks she could feel him twitch even through the thick tweed trousers. They stay like this the whole ride, and when they switch trains to get to Y/N’s stop, they’re still pushed pretty close together — maybe not as tightly as the first ride but not super spacious either. Harry sighed when she got pushed against him again, but it sounded like a breath of relief. Like any time spent apart was too much for him. 

If they had discussed more or had been doing this for a while, she might have reached down and actually touched him a little, but she refrains. Their first planned sexual experience could not end in a public indecency charge. So she keeps her hands to herself, except for when she wraps her arm around to the back of his thigh and pinches her nails into it. He gasped, jolted forward, and shoved his cock further against her. Y/N bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from making any noise. Especially with how breathy and whiny Harry was, she had to make it look like nothing was going on. 

Nobody was looking their way, but it just made it a little more exciting. 

By the time they were let off the train, it was a short walk to Y/N’s flat. Harry stuck close to her, holding his satchel more in front of his body than he had been, to obscure the lump in his pants. Y/N waited until they were further from the crowd of people before murmuring, “Your noises are cute.” And grinning when Harry’s cheeks turn a rosy shade, “Do you think you could’ve cum from that?” 

He cleared his throat. “Uh–uh yeah, probably,” she shivered in delight, “I’m pretty sensitive and you – y’know – you’re – you smell really good.” 

“Hmmm, that’s nice to know.” 

As soon as they step foot into Y/N’s flat, she all but slams him into the wall. Harry squawks, the satchel around his arm dropping with a thud on the ground, and she hopes absently that his computer isn’t in there. She slid her knee between his thighs and pressed forward, something burning low in her belly when his hips jerked forward, and he moaned, “I wanna get you off again.” She admitted, “You were so cute earlier; I want to see it again.” 

Their lips meet wet and desperate. Harry makes another whiny sound in his throat when she slides her tongue into his mouth – he tastes like coffee and mint. His hands are hovering over her sides like he doesn’t know where to rest them, so she grabs his hand and presses it to her sides. That was all the encouragement he needed before he started slipping around her sides, looping to her back, dipping his fingers beneath her shirt. They’re soft in feel, but his touch is a little rougher than she expected. It’s like he just needed constant reassurance that she wanted this. The tips of his fingers touch along her spine, over her sides, along the front of her belly – wherever he can reach while he lets her invade his mouth. 

When she feels him twitch against her thigh again with another whimper, Y/N tugs him away from the wall and pulls him to her living room. Her goal had been to get him on the couch, but somehow she ended up lowering herself to the floor. She leaned back on her arms, held up by her elbows, when Harry dropped down to his knees above her. He feels so big, looming over her like this, and his lips are bitten and swollen. His glasses are all fucked, tipped all crooked over his nose until he pulls them off. His shirts were all fucked from where she’d been pulling at them. Most of it was untucked from his trousers by this point. 

With a socked foot, she curled her toes around his belt and huffed, “Off,” she told him, “C’mon, take them off, take them off.” While his fingers went to the buckle, deftly working on it until it popped open, Y/N let the bottom of her foot drag against his cock. 

Harry moans, his big hand grabbing her ankle to still her. His fingers feel big and strong enough that he could just break them if he wanted to. Which – maybe she’s weird, but she likes how strong he is, despite how gentle he looks. Y/N wouldn’t be able to move her foot out of his hold if she tried. 

“Baby, I’ll cum if you – if you do that,” he warned her, using his free hand to finish unbuckling. 

“Hn, do you have a thing for feet?” She inquired, head tilted, and the way her lower belly is clenching, she can feel herself getting wetter and wetter, “For feet and for scent – you’re kind of freaked out, aren’t you?” 

He pouted, “Shut up, no I – no I don’t,” but the size of his cock as he revealed it to her would beg to differ. It looked like he was hard enough to burst through the fabric of his briefs. He was wearing white, so absolutely nothing was hidden. He must have been leaking since they left work, because the area around the tip is completely translucent. Her mouth waters, and with the foot he isn’t holding, she moves to press him again. This time he doesn’t give her the chance to actually touch him before he grabs her again. 

This really makes her wet. He has both of her feet in his hands, tightening his hold, and the most pathetic sound leaves her. Harry’s eyes widen, loosening his grip, “Oh, I – did I hurt –” 

“No!” She told him, “No, I – I love how strong you are,” she breathes out, “Fuck, I – I want you to hold me down, but I want to hold you down too. I’m having a lot of trouble deciding what I want.” 

Harry swallows thickly, “I want – I want to make you cum,” he says, determined, “You made me feel so good, I want to make you feel good, so –” he holds her ankle, tucking his fingers around her sock and peeling them off her right foot. He tosses it to the side before his lips meet the knobby bone of her ankle, sponging wet, soft kisses down her calf as he pushes the fabric up her leg as he goes. Y/N lifts her hips in pursuit of getting these pants off of her immediately. 

He helps her tug them off, tossing them in the same direction as her sock. Now she’s got one sock on, which is silly, but she really can’t think about that when Harry lowers himself between her legs. For someone who says they don’t have a scent kink, he doesn’t do a good job of proving it. Not when his nose stuffs up against the gusset of her panties, and he breathes in deeply, moaning loudly. The warmth of his breath ghosts over her, washing over the damp fabric, his lips skimming along her swollen folds through the fabric. 

Harry’s teeth pluck at her panties, tugging them to the side and trying to nose his way underneath the fabric like he couldn’t use his hands. Technically, he could, but – like the good boy he is – Harry is using his hands to hold her hips down. There’d been plenty of guys Y/N told them that she’d like to be held down, but none of them had picked it up this quickly. Most of them think she just wants to be held down while they’re already inside of her. 

But Y/N tries to twitch her hips toward his mouth and can barely move. She feels herself leaking, dribbling down to her bum when Harry’s lips find her folds. Y/N reaches down, tugs the crotch of her panties to the side, yanking it over so that Harry has more space to maneuver. He moans appreciatively, flattening his tongue and stroking up from her dripping hole to her engorged bud. A full-body shiver racks through her – after a full day of being on edge, to finally feel any stimulation at all is almost overwhelming. Her eyelids flutter, held tilting up. “S-shit,” her other hand she is about to reach for his head – something to hold onto. But then Harry lets go of one of her hips, grabs her wrist, and presses it against her hip too. 

Y/N throbs against his tongue, mewling. Beneath all those silly little sweater vests and button-ups, he’s fucking ripped – she knew it. God, what she’d pay to watch him at the gym, sweating and groaning as he lifted weights. Could she ask for a video of him saying her name while he did push-ups? Fuck, honestly, couldn’t she just ask him for a jerk off video where he’s moaning loud and whiny as she know he could be? Maybe after hours and hours of edging, he was just barely holding on. 

Harry circles his lips around her clit and sucks on it, and Y/N’s thighs fight to close around his head, but his arms keep her pinned down completely. A desperate, watery moan leaves her: “Ah, fuck me,” she cries out, “Harry, m’g’na cum, baby, I’m – ah –” it boils through her, twisting her up. Y/N forced her eyes open to look at Harry, who wasn’t hiding how he was rolling his hips against the rug on her floor. His pants are shrugged down just over his bum, so she can see the cute thing as he rocks into whatever feels best. He’s groaning against her, digging his tongue between her folds, the tip of his tongue dipping inside of her. 

Her thighs start to shake hard, even with how he’s holding her down. The heat boiling inside of her spasms, stretching, then tightening, until it snapped. Lurching forward, her brain just completely zaps offline while she cums. Gutturally, she groans, toes curling so hard that she gets a cramp. It’s the sort of orgasm where she thinks if her g-spot was being stimulated she probably would have squirted. Her back is arched, and with each wave and contraction, Harry moans, working her through it, holding her tightly. The sounds are loud and wet, squelching when he takes his time cleaning her up after. 

She goes limp once she’s finished, dropping down, nearly melting into the floor. Y/N thinks if she tries hard enough, she probably could. Harry kisses all over, her hole, her folds, over her mound and the triangle of hair she kept there. He presses his nose flush to the hair and breathes in deeply again. His mouth parting wetly, gasping against her – she doesn’t think he came up for air once during that. Head pressed to her lower belly, he catches his breath. 

Y/N can barely move. She can’t remember the last time she came that hard. Has she ever cum that hard before? Maybe the first time she used a rabbit vibrator, she thinks? But even then – that’s a stretch. Harry isn’t moving on top of her, and his grip has loosened on her. If she wanted to move, she really could, but she doesn’t want to move out from under him. Honestly, she would think that he had passed out if not for the way he nuzzles up against her hand when she reaches down and scratches gently at his scalp. 

“You,” she says gently, nudging him with her knee, “Need to make you cum.” 

Harry shook his head. “No, it’s okay.” 

Y/N’s brows crinkle, “Huh? No, that’s – that’s not fair. Let me take care of you.” She tries to move, but he keeps her pressed down, dropping more of his weight against her. 

“Mm, mm,” he shook his head, sliding his arms around her lower half, curling around her in a hug, “Seriously, I – it’s unnecessary.” 

“But Harry –”

“Please don’t make me say it,” he whines. 

Y/N chooses to blame her brain for being post-orgasmic mush because she still doesn’t have any clue what he’s talking about. Harry refuses to look at her, dipping the tip of his nose into her lower belly. 

“I already came,” he murmurs, finally admitting it, “In my – in my bottoms, I already came. So you don’t need to do anything.” 

She blinks, simultaneously surprised but not shocked at all, “Oh? You – oh wow,” she laughed a little, “Just from that?” 

“Don’t make fun of me,” he whines again, so cute and soft, “You taste and smell so good.” 

“It sounds like you want to eat me.” She kept scratching his head, “Should I be concerned you’re going to cook me into stew or something?” He huffed against her, “Alright, alright, I’m done teasing. We should get you cleaned up, though – those pants have been through a lot today.” 

He tilted up to look at her, chin on her tummy. Y/N’s heart stutters a little – god, he really was too fucking cute. 

“Fine,” he says softly, “Can I please feed you or something though? The orgasm ratio is 2:1, and it just doesn’t feel very fair.”