Spreading You Open
Hi! This is a oneshot I wrote that could possibly turn into a two or three parter, if people like. It might be a bit weird, but it's an idea I had for a while. I hope you enjoy.
a/n: esthetician LHH Harry x female reader (featuring Zayn)
wc: 7590
WARNINGS: fingering, smut, female receiving oral, getting waxed, male masturbating, cursing, some flirting, angst, I think that's it. Please do not read if you are under 18.
Your leg was bouncing in the waiting room as you mindlessly flipped through a magazine. You were going to get your first Brazilian wax today and you were very nervous. You never had anything waxed before.
You tried not to think about it as the woman at the front desk typed away on her computer.
Finally, a woman appeared next to the desk to call you back. "Hello," you said nervously. She greeted you and led you back to your room.
"Alright. They should be in a few minutes. Please make yourself at home," she said.
"Oh. You aren't doing it?" You bit your lip.
"No. No," she chuckled. "I'm just a receptionist."
"Oh. Ok."
Time seemed to have stopped when a soft knock tapped on the door. "Uh, come-come in."
Who you saw standing at the door shocked you. A tall, gangly man, with piercing green eyes, a man bun, and the cutest dimples you have ever seen. "'ello," he said, giving a little wave. The man was British and made your brain go fuzzy for a second.
"H-hi," you swallowed.
"'M Harry. It's nice to meet ya," the man stuck out his hand and you, somehow, shook it.
"I'm, um," you licked your lips, "uh."
"(Y/N)," he smiled.
"Yeah. Uh, how did you-?"
He picked up the paperwork you filled out at the desk and smirked.
"Oh," you crossed your legs together and bit your lip.
"Ya seem nervous. I promise it's nothing to be scared about," he assured you.
You swallowed. "Yeah. Um. I've just never done this before."
"I get that," he nodded. "Welcome," the man then smiled, trying to ease the tension.
You chuckled nervously.
"So, you're here for a Brazilian?" He looked at the paperwork.
"Um, yes…." you said in almost a whisper.
“Man or wax?” he joked.
“What?”
“Nevermind. It was a joke that fell flat,” he waved it off.
“Oh. Oh! I get it,” you giggled. “Sorry. I’m just really nervous.”
"That’s ok. Do ya need more time or did ya want to get started?" he asked, leaning against the table behind him and folded his arms.
"Whatever. Um, whatever you think is best," you said.
"Go-." Harry cleared his throat. "Good," he clapped. "Um, let's get started, shall we?"
"Ok."
"Did ya want to wear a gown, like in the hospital, or just take your pants off?" Harry asked.
In your nervousness, you decided to clap back with a joke. "Damn. At least ask me to dinner first."
Harry smirked and you had to look away. You cleared your throat and then answered him. "Um, I think I'll just take my pants off, if that's alright."
He gestured. "Please. Whatever you are comfortable with."
Harry turned around to his table to get the wax and strips together as you took off your pants. You left your panties on, even though you knew you were going to have to take them off. Something just felt uncomfortable about taking them off.
He turned back to you and you gave him a nervous smile. "All set?"
"Yeah."
He tried not to stare, but he raised an eyebrow instead. "Erm." He cleared his throat. "Sorry, but 'm gonna need the, um, panties off too."
You bit your lip and giggled. "Yeah. I guess that would make sense, huh?"
He turned around again to give you privacy and you slipped off your panties, placing them on the chair with your jeans.
"All done?" He asked, after a moment.
"Yes," you said in a whisper.
Harry turned around once again and smiled. "Great. Um. Ready?"
"Is it going to hurt?" You bit your lip.
"'M not gonna lie to ya, (Y/N). It doesn't tickle."
You bit your lip even harder.
"I'd give ya my hand to hold, but I kind of need both… for the job. Um," he looked around and picked up a stress ball he had on his table, "squeeze this if ya'd like."
"Thank you," you took the toy and smiled.
"Ok. Um. 'M gonna need ya to put your legs up in these stirrups," he cleared his throat. "'M assuming like ya do at the doctors."
"Ok," you said quietly. You scooted down and put your legs in the stirrups, suddenly feeling exposed.
Harry mixed up the wax and encouraged you to take a deep breath. "'M gonna sit down to get a bit closer, if that's alright."
“Um,” you swallowed. “Yeah. Do-do what you need to do.”
Harry smiled at you and sat down with his supplies. “Now, it’s gonna be a bit hot, so… brace yourself.”
“Ok,” you sighed, looking up at the ceiling.
Harry put the wax strip on the inside of your thigh. “This is just a test strip, so ya know what it’ll feel like and if ya want to continue.”
“Ok,” you swallowed, licking your lips.
He pushed the strip onto your thigh and let it sit for a moment. “So… are ya going on vacation?”
“Huh?” you asked. “Like this year?”
“Like soon. Most people come here to get waxed for vacation,” Harry said.
“Oh, well, no,” you cringed as he pulled the strip off. You whimpered.
“You ok?”
You sucked in a deep breath. “I mean, no. That really hurt, but I’ll survive.”
“Did ya want to continue?”
“Yes, I have to,” you said, still staring at the ceiling.
Harry looked at your pussy. It was glistening and he could see that you were wet between your folds. Just a little bit of wetness was oozing out. He cleared his throat.
Harry went to go get more of the supplies and then wheeled his way back over in the chair to you. “Alright. This will be more sensitive than your leg since there’s more nerves… down there.”
You nodded and closed your eyes.
“You’ve got your squeeze ball. Squeeze it if ya need. ‘M here with ya,” he said.
You let out a deep breath. “Ok.”
Harry put the strip on the upper part of your vagina and held it there. “So, ya were saying earlier, ya have to get waxed. What’s up with that, if ya don’t mind me asking?”
“No, no. It’s fine. Um, well, my boyfriend said he wouldn’t go down on me unless I was smooth down there. And well, I used to shave, but it got to be a hassle,” you explained.
Harry ripped the strip off at that moment and you cursed quietly to yourself.
“So, now he pays for this and I get… head,” you chuckled, at how stupid that sounded.
Harry put the next strip on and his eyebrows furrowed. “He sounds like a dick.”
You laughed to yourself. “Yeah. I guess that’s kind of dickish, but you know, a girl has needs, so what am I going to do?”
He pulled the strip off and you squeezed the toy as you closed your eyes. “Sorry, but a real man wouldn’t care about hair.”
“You say as you literally wax people’s hair for a living,” you chuckled.
“Hey, just because I do this as a job doesn’t mean it’s what I agree with in bed,” he said, as he put another strip on.
You were quiet for a moment as you contemplated.
“Ready?” Harry asked. “3, 2, 1.” Rip.
“Jesus Christ,” you said breathily. “That fucking hurts.”
Harry shrugged. “Well, your hair is being ripped from your body, so yeah, it’s gonna hurt.”
You humphed. “How much more do we have to do?”
“Probably three to four more strips,” he said, smirking.
“You like seeing people in pain, don’t you?”
“No,” he smirked again. “Just doing my job.”
“Mmhhmm,” you said, as you put your head back down.
He finished waxing you and by the time he was done, you felt numb down there. He had one of those feather brushes to wipe off the excess hair and it tickled so much, you couldn’t help but giggle.
Harry’s face looked red by the end and he scrunched up his nose before wiping it. “Uh, you’re all set. You can get dressed again and pay at the front.”
“Ok,” you sat up, grabbed your panties and pants and put them back on. “So, how did you get into this anyway?”
“Uh, my friend needed their legs waxed one day and were too scared to do it, so they asked me, and found out I was really good at it, and I just kind of stumbled into this job,” he shrugged. “And now I do eyebrows, lips, legs, and… more.”
“Huh,” you said, buttoning up your jeans.
Harry turned back around to you. “Oh, a few things before ya go. I will need to see you back here in six weeks for your next appointment.” You nodded. “And…” he cleared his throat. “Your boyfriend may be all up on ya now, but I’d wait at least 24 hours to do anything because you’re definitely going to feel it. You will probably be sensitive for a day or two, especially for your first time.”
“Sure,” you smiled at him.
Harry went to go open the door. “All set?”
You nodded, picking up your purse. “Right. Well, then I’ll see ya in six weeks.”
You gave him a small smile and walked out the door. “Oh, wait!” you reached into your purse. “I have to give you your tip.”
“Oh no. It’s fine,” he said, even though that was what he basically lived on.
“It’s Zayn, my boyfriend’s money, anyway, so, it’s no biggy,” you said, reaching into your wallet and handing him $30.
“That’s too much money (Y/N),” Harry said, trying to give you back $20.
“Take it. And buy yourself something nice.”
He smirked. “Thanks. And tell your boyfriend I said thanks too.”
“Will do,” you smirked. You two just stared at each other for a few seconds. His piercing green eyes were making your knees go weak, so you had to get out of there. “Ok. Well, I’m going to go pay. Have a good day and I’ll see you soon?”
He waved. “See ya in six weeks.”
You waved as you walked away. You went up to the counter to pay and the lady asked you how your service was. “Oh, very professional. Harry’s great.”
“That’s wonderful to hear,” she said, as she processed your payment.
You went back to your car and drove home to your boyfriend, who couldn’t wait to give you the head you deserved.
~~~~~
When you got home, Zayn was ready to pounce on you. “I was told I have to wait 24 hours.”
"Why?"
“I don’t know. I guess I’m really sensitive or something,” you shrugged.
“Well, can I at least see it?” he asked, like an excited puppy dog.
You rolled your eyes. “Fine.”
You unbuttoned your jeans and pulled your panties down with them. You stood in your bedroom with no pants on, as Zayn's mouth turned up in a smile.
"There she is," he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you. "How was it?"
"It fucking hurt."
"Well, I'll make it up to you soon," he said, kissing your neck.
"You better."
"Mmm." Zayn kissed down your body and looked at your newly waxed pussy. "Beautiful. Just beautiful." He leaned forward to kiss it and you jumped.
"Z, I said we have to wait."
"Aww, come on. How bad can it be?" He squeezed your thighs. "Can't we try?"
You rolled your eyes. "How bad can it be? My hair was fucking ripped from my skin."
"Mmm." Zayn's hand trailed up your torso and his finger went in between your folds. "You feel ready for me. Please, baby?"
What he didn't know was that all of the wetness between your legs was there because a British man with a hot man bun had just seen everything you own an hour ago.
"Fine," you huffed out. "But, if it's too sensitive, we're stopping."
"Yes. Obviously."
You both got onto the bed and stripped down. When you opened your legs, Zayn licked his lips and really admired your naked pussy. He slapped it once and you yelped. "Perfect. Looks perfect."
You gave him a faint smile and he climbed down your body until his face was buried between your legs. Zayn was normally good at eating you out, but something felt off today.
You looked up at the ceiling as he went to town. Harry's words kept running through your head. "Sorry, but a real man wouldn't care about hair." "He sounds like a dick."
And maybe he was right. And now, you couldn't focus on the man that was giving you head because your mind was consumed with Harry.
Zayn picked up his head. "You're awfully quiet up there."
"Hmm? Sorry. Sorry. I, uh…" You chuckled. "My mind was wandering. Continue."
Zayn got back to work, and gave you a wonderful orgasm in the end.
~~~
When it was close to the time of your appointment, Zayn seemed to avoid your pussy area with his mouth like the plague.
You sighed as you got changed for your appointment. It was really beginning to tick you off, especially since Zayn was insisting that you suck him off last night, and he's not shaved.
He gave you a kiss before you left and you gave him a small smile back.
You felt jittery the whole time you were driving to your appointment. You were embarrassed to admit that you were excited to see Harry again.
You checked in at the front desk and then sat down on the chair in the waiting room, picking up a magazine.
You were invested in a story about Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck, when you heard a deep voice call "(Y/N)."
Looking up, you smiled as you caught Harry's eye. "Hi."
He returned your smile. "'Ello. How are ya?"
Harry guided you back to the room as you made small talk.
As Harry got his materials ready, you stripped off your bottom portion of your clothes and sat on the chair.
You bit your lip as Harry turned around to you. "And, uh, so 'm guessing ya got," he cleared his throat,"...head."
Your face suddenly got hot. “Um, yeah. But, you probably don’t want to hear about that.”
“Mmmm,” Harry hummed. “You would be correct.”
“Yeah. I figured.”
Harry cleared his throat and then looked at your legs. “Alright. Open up.”
You shook your head as you adjusted yourself on the table. “Doesn’t any man buy a girl dinner first before he spreads her open?”
“I would, but I think your boyfriend would kill me,” Harry mumbled.
But, you couldn’t ask him what he said as that’s when he took the wax strip off of you and you yelped. “It never stops fucking hurting.”
Harry chuckled. “It will after about ten more sessions. Then, you’ll wish you had feeling back.”
“No,” you shook your head as you held your hand out. “I’d rather be numb than feel this.”
Harry handed you your stress ball and you squeezed it as he ripped another strip off. Your pussy felt like it was on fire.
“Fuck this. I hate being a woman,” you cried.
He ripped off one more strip before he stopped and looked at you. You sat up on your elbows. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he shrugged. “Want me to continue?”
“Well, yeah. I can’t have half of me waxed and the other half not.”
“M’kay,” Harry shrugged and got back to it. By the time, he was finished, you had a small tear in your eye. However, when he brushed over you with the duster, you might have clenched, and he might have noticed.
He cleared his throat. “Right. All set.”
You sat up to put your pants on and Harry was turned away from you, cleaning up the supplies.
“Thanks, Harry,” you said, putting your purse on your shoulder. You walked to him to give him his tip and he thanked you.
“You ok?”
“Yeah,” he smiled. “Great.”
“Ok. Well, I’ll see you in six weeks?” you asked, trying to get him to look at you.
He did look up. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“Me too. Have a good day, Harry.”
“You too.”
You walked out and paid, leaving Harry behind for yet another six weeks.
When you were out of the building, in your car, and on the road, Harry stopped at the front desk. “Don’t have any immediate appointments, so if a walk-in comes in just know I’ll be in the bathroom.”
The receponist nodded and Harry walked briskly to the employee bathroom.
He locked the door and breathed a sigh of relief when he unzipped his pants. He had to turn away from you so quickly because he was trying to hide his boner. He was fucked. Completely. And he didn’t know what to do. Well, in this instant he did. He never felt like this with a client before. He waxed pussies all day. It was nothing new. But, with you, he felt something.
So, he reached inside his boxer briefs and stroked his cock. He closed his eyes as he thought of you, all spread out for him on the table. The thoughts he was having were none like he ever had for a client. And, of course, you had to have a boyfriend. A douchebag one at that.
Harry gritted his teeth as he stroked more vigorously. “Fuck (Y/N). You don’t deserve him. You deserve me. I’d take care of you.”
After two more minutes, Harry came in the toilet and he tried to keep his noises down to not disturb the guests.
He was in trouble because when he got home that night, he jerked off two more times thinking of you. “God dammit.”
~~~~~~~~~
Meanwhile, the next day, Zayn was all over you. “So pretty for me, mama.” He kissed down your thighs and you hummed.
When his mouth attached to your clit, you gasped, but since you were looking at the ceiling, you pictured Harry between your legs. “God.”
“Yeah? Feel good, baby?”
“Mmhmm,” you squeaked.
Honestly, for the past few weeks, everytime you and Zayn have been intimate, you thought of Harry. There was one time where you almost moaned Harry’s name. You don’t know what was wrong with you. You had a boyfriend who was giving you pretty good head at the moment, and all you could think of was some other guy that you barely knew.
~~~~~~
The next time you went back was around Christmas. You didn’t know if Harry celebrated, but you figured everybody celebrated something, so you brought him a gift.
When you went back this time, you handed Harry the gift bag and he blushed. “What’s this?”
“Merry Christmas! Or Happy Holidays. I’m not too sure what you celebrate,” you chuckled nervously.
“You didn’t have to get me anything,” Harry said, still blushing.
“Open it,” you encouraged.
Harry walked over to his table and took the gift out of the bag. You gave him a manly-smelling candle and a gift card to go out to eat. “(Y/N), this is too much. I can’t accept-.”
He had turned around by that point and you were making a show of taking off your underwear. The back read “NAUGHTY” and they were red and see-through.
Harry swallowed. “-this.”
You pulled off your panties and made a show of it, throwing them on the chair. You saw the reaction Harry gave you. You know you had a boyfriend, but you were basically done with him, and wanted to see how Harry would react.
“Oh, it’s no big deal,” you said, hopping up onto the chair. “You’ve been so kind to me and helpful through this whole thing.” You shrugged. “Everyone deserves a gift around the holidays.”
“Well, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” you beamed at him. Did he know your heart was beating fast in your chest? Was his?
Harry put the gift down and cleared his throat a bunch of times. Today was the wrong day to wear skinny jeans, he thought. Harry sat down and adjusted himself before he got to work. He closed his eyes for a few seconds.
“Are you ok?” you wondered when he didn’t react.
He took in a sharp breath. “I will be,” he said breathily.
Harry tried to clear what he just saw out of his head and waxed you.
In between your skin being ripped from your body, you tried to make conversation with him. You wanted to get to know him better. “So, who are you going to take to dinner with you?”
“Hmm?” he asked as he ripped a strip off you. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s ok. I just wondered. The gift card. Are you going to take your girlfriend for a nice dinner?”
Harry shook his head. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Well, maybe your boyfriend then,” you hoped you weren’t stepping over the line.
Harry chuckled. “Not one of them either.”
“Oh. Well, maybe you could go by yourself. But, that’s kind of lonely. A friend or your mom, may be a good option.”
“I’ll think about it,” he ripped another piece off. “Thanks again, (Y/N).”
“Sure. Any-anytime,” you said, squeezing the stress ball.
Harry asked you what you were doing for Christmas. “We’re hosting at our apartment. It’s so small, but we wanted to do it. Me and Zayn have been together for almost four years and we’ve never hosted, so,” you shrugged.
“That sounds nice,” he said, forcefully ripping the strip off you.
“Yeah,” you cringed. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“What do you do for Christmas?” you wondered.
Harry pulled the last strip off you and you whimpered.
“Oh, m’ family is back in the UK, so I don’t really do much,” he shrugged, rolling his chair away and putting the supplies away.
“You’re alone on Christmas?” you wondered as you grabbed your pants and put them back on.
“Yeah. I’ve gotten used to it.”
“No, friends?” you wondered.
“They do their own things,” Harry shrugged.
“Well, that’s not very nice.”
“‘S fine,” he said, turning back around to you once he knew you were dressed again. He gave you a faint smiled and wondered why you were still standing there.
You bit your lip. “Would you want to come to Christmas at my place? You totally don’t have to. I know that’s weird,” you stammered. “But, I just don’t like people being alone on Christmas.”
“Oh, no. I couldn’t.”
“Please,” you pouted out your lip, which made Harry’s breath hitch.
“(Y/N). I can’t. You barely know me,” he shook his head. “What if I’m a mass murderer?”
“You haven’t murdered me yet. I know it’s risky, but I’m just trying to be nice,” you shrugged.
Harry smirked.
“Please.”
He looked up at you. “I mean if you have to beg me, then fine,” he smirked.
“Yay!” you leaned down to hug him. You pulled away gently. “Um, sorry. That was… weird.”
“It’s ok, (Y/N),” Harry chuckled.
You cleared your throat. “So, I’ll see you Sunday?”
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“Anytime after 3. Dinner is at 5:30,” you told him.
“Sounds good. I’ll be there.”
“Ok. Bye,” you said, as you walked out the door.
Harry raised his hand to wave.
“Oh,” you turned around again. “Give me your phone.”
“Hmm?” He asked, taking his phone out of his back pocket.
“My address.”
“Right,” Harry chuckled nervously.
You left and Harry let out a big breath, running his hands down his face. He was just about to lock up for the day when he noticed a piece of red material still sitting on the chair. You forgot your panties. He quickly ran out of the room, but by the time he got to the lobby, you were gone.
He went back in and delicately picked up the underwear. He felt the material of them and then saw the big wet stain in the middle of them. “Shit,” he muttered to himself. He looked around the empty room and then stuck his nose in your panties, inhaling your scent. “Christ,” he eyes rolled back in his head. He breathed in your scent once again and then had to stop himself. “Oh, fuck me.”
He put your panties in his back pocket and gathered up his things before heading out for the holiday break. The receptionist said bye to him, but Harry barely heard him as his ears were ringing and he walked out the door. He couldn’t get home fast enough. To, uh, definitely not think of you.
~~~~~~~~~~
As you were setting up the table for Christmas dinner, your stomach was in knots. You don’t know why, but having Harry in your house made you feel giddy. Just thinking about him brought a smile to your face.
You had everything set up and went back in the kitchen to mash the potatoes when Zayn came, slapped your butt, and grabbed a beer from the fridge. He had been sitting down all day, watching football, which made you a bit mad because this was his idea, yet you were doing all the work.
“Look at you in your sexy dress,” Zayn growled. “Are you sure we don’t have time to fool around?”
“Babe, no. I still have so much to make.”
“Later then,” he said, giving one more slap to your butt before going to sit down.
Honestly, sex with Zayn lately made you want to barf. You’ve been thinking about Harry every day since you invited him over. You told Zayn that you invited your esthetician, and he thought it was a little weird, but you told him they were alone on Christmas and you felt bad. He shrugged and said ok. But, you withheld the information that the person who waxed your most intimate parts was a guy.
~~~~
Harry was pacing back and forth in his apartment. He couldn’t go, right? He barely knew you. Your whole family, and your boyfriend, would be there. He sighed. But, then if I don’t go, she might hate me forever.
So, he sucked it up, threw on a Christmas sweater, dress pants, and boots, brushed his teeth, sprayed himself in cologne, made sure his hair looked nice, and headed out. He was nervous, so he left super early. So, Harry decided to stop at the market and pick up something to bring. That was a bad idea. The market was insanely filled with people, last-minute people just like him.
He had no idea what to bring. Cookies, cake, dip. There was too much. He picked up brownies covered in peppermint. As he got up to the counter, Harry realized, he should probably bring a gift for the hostess, so he got out of line picked up a middle of the line wine and a poinsettia. He then got back in line, checked out, and sat in his car for an unreasonable long time, just so he wouldn’t be the first one there.
~~~~~~
Most of your family was here now. Of course, Zayn was no help, so you and your mom ran around the kitchen, getting everything ready. You were getting worried because it was almost 5 o’clock and Harry wasn’t there yet.
As you set the table, your doorbell rang. A smile appeared on your face as you assumed it was Harry. You ran to the door and opened it. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw Harry with messy hair and a Christmas sweater.
“Oi. ‘M underdressed,” he said, as he took in your dress. He stared for a little too long you noticed.
“No no! I just like to dress up, especially when I’m hosting. Merry Christmas! Come in,” you rambled.
Harry handed you the poinsettia and the wine. “Um, I brought brownies. I hope that’s alright.”
“They look delicious,” you said, a smile on your face. “Thank you. Please, make yourself at home.”
Harry nodded and rolled up his sleeves. He followed you into the kitchen. “Do ya need any help?”
Your mom picked her head up and smiled at the man in the doorway. “Hello.”
“Mom, this is Harry. He… waxes me,” you chuckled. Harry blushed.
“Hi, Harry,” she smiled.
“Hello.”
“Um,” you blushed. “Could you put these rolls on the table?”
“Sure,” he took the basket from you and laid them on the table. You finished up in the kitchen when you heard commotion from the dining room.
“You’re WHO?” you heard Zayn yell.
He then stomped into the kitchen and took your arm, dragging you into the hallway. “Who the fuck is that in our dining room?”
“That’s Harry,” you said.
“Right. And who is he?”
“My esthetician,” you swallowed.
“The man who waxes you,” he said.
“Yes.”
“So, you lied to me,” Zayn said, crossing his arms.
“I never lied to you.”
“You never told me he was a man,” Zayn pointed out.
“You never asked!” you shouted, but then lowered your voice.
“No one should be looking at your pussy except me and your doctor,” Zayn was furious now.
“He’s just doing this job!”
“No,” Zayn chuckled, shaking his head. “He’s a perv, who tries to get with women by having this job.”
“Harry is not a perv!”
“Whatever. You’re not going back to him,” Zayn warned.
You scoffed. “Yes, I am.”
“No. You’re not.”
“You can’t stop me!”
“Well, then I won’t give you head if you keep going to him,” your boyfriend threatened.
You laughed. “Good. I don’t need you anyway.”
You walked away and back out to where your guests were. They were all quiet and Harry was standing by the door. You looked at him. “‘M gonna go. Thanks for the invite.”
“No!” you ran to him. “No, you’re staying.”
“I don’t think your boyfriend wants me here, (Y/N).”
“I don’t care,” you swallowed. “I want you here.”
Harry tried to pull away from your embrace. “Please.”
As you begged Harry to stay, Zayn was zooming past you with his coat on. “I’m not coming back until he’s gone, so call me when you’ve got your head on straight, (Y/N).”
“That’s ok. ‘M going,” Harry said.
“No!”
Both guys turned around. Did they know who you were talking to? Did you?
Zayn shook his head and stormed out, slamming the door. Harry grabbed the doorknob and you pulled him back. “Harry, please stay. I want you here.”
“I think you should go talk to your boyfriend, (Y/N).”
“Dinner’s ready,” your mom said, placing the last item on the table.
“Please just stay for dinner,” you begged.
Harry nodded. You walked over with him to the table and sat down. Dinner was kind of awkward. There was no chatter at first, but then one of your younger cousins made a comment about Harry’s sweater, everyone laughed, and then the chatter began.
You smiled at him as you passed him the mashed potatoes. “Thanks.”
Dinner went by quickly and Harry offered to clean up. “That’s really not necessary,” you said, taking the dishes from his hands.
“It is. You invited me and I caused a scene, so… it’s the least I can do.”
You laughed. “You didn’t cause a scene. No. That was all Zayn.”
“Yeah, but if I hadn't come, you wouldn't have fought.”
“Oh, believe me. It was bubbling up anyway,” you said, scrubbing a dish. “He’s just…” you sighed. “Sorry. I shouldn’t be talking to you about this, it's not your fault.”
“No. It’s ok,” Harry said, picking up a dish and washing it out.
“I’m glad you came,” you said, looking up at him. Your arms brushed and your lower belly was suddenly on fire.
“Thanks for inviting me.”
“Sure,” you smiled. “Sorry it was mass chaos.”
Harry shrugged. “I’ve seen worse.”
You smiled and looked down. Your face was getting impossibly hot around him. When the dishes were done, Harry was going to go, but your mom insisted he should stay and try her blueberry pie.
“‘S my favorite,” he mumbled.
You smiled, cutting him a piece. “Well, then you have to stay.”
You opened up the wine he brought and poured whoever wanted one a glass. You needed to take the edge off.
Dessert was finished and this was the portion where everyone exchanged gifts. Harry decided to head out because he “didn’t want to make it awkward.” You packed him some leftovers before he left.
“I’ll walk you out,” you said. You walked with Harry to the door. You felt the wine kicking in and you hummed. You thanked him for bringing the dessert, wine, and flowers. “I’m really glad you came.”
“Me too,” he said, staring into your eyes as you stood outside your front door. You stared a little too long into each other’s eyes before Harry cleared his throat.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” he said, reaching into his back pocket. “Ya forgot these the other day,” he held up your panties.
You snatched them away quickly, looking around. “Oh my God! I’m so embarrassed.”
“I thought they were festive,” Harry smirked.
You put them behind your back. “I’ll be more careful next time.”
“I didn’t mind,” Harry smirked.
You chuckled nervously. “Well, Merry Christmas, Harry.”
“Merry Christmas, (Y/N). Thanks for the invite and the leftovers.”
“Anytime,” you smiled.
“Don’t tempt me,” he winked.
And you felt a feeling inside of you that you haven’t felt in a long time with Zayn. You bit your lip. Man, you shouldn’t have had that wine. You leaned up and kissed his cheek. This took Harry by surprise and he cleared his throat a few times. “Well, thanks again. I’ll- I’ll see ya in five weeks.”
You nodded and Harry walked to his car. You waved as he pulled away and you felt almost giddy inside. When you came back inside, most of the gift exchange was over, but your pile was still sitting there.
As you opened yours up, your mom came to sit next to you. “He is very handsome,” she said, sipping her wine.
“Who?”
“Harry,” she smiled.
“Yeah. I suppose so.”
“And he was a big help. More help than Zayn was,” she pointed out.
You bit your lip as you opened up a gift card from your Aunt Helen. “He was.”
“I’m just saying,” she smirked, sipping her wine.
“I know, Mom. I know.”
You opened up the rest of your gifts, your guests started to head home, and you cleaned up. And at 10:13, Zayn came crawling back in. “Hi.”
You didn’t answer him though. You had just gotten out of the shower, and into your comfy pajamas for the night. You flipped through the TV channels and Zayn walked over and sat on the couch next to you. “Baby. Hi.”
“Don’t call me baby,” you said, settling on The Miracle on 34th Street.
“I overreacted. I know. I’m sorry. I ruined Christmas,” Zayn sighed.
You snorted.
“But, another man shouldn’t be looking at you down there like that,” Zayn went on.
“He’s not ‘looking at me like that.’ He is doing his job because you are too fucking chauvinistic to have a girlfriend who has a little bit of hair down there. News flash, you have plenty,” you raised your voice.
Zayn scoffed. “Well, sorry I don’t like to get hair in my mouth.”
“And you think I do?”
“Well, I-.”
You held up your hand. “You embarrassed me today. In front of my family and… guests.”
“Baby, I’m sorry.”
You shook your head. “I don’t think you should stay here.”
“What?”
“I don’t want you here,” you shook your head again, trying to stop the tears from flowing.
“Honey. Come on now,” Zayn pleaded. “Couples fight, but you know… we can work it out.”
You looked down at your hands. “I think we should break up.”
“Baby. What? No!”
You nodded. “Yes. I don’t- I don’t love you like that anymore.”
“Is this because of that Henry guy? I’ll kill him,” Zayn said, getting up.
“Harry. And no. We’ve been growing apart for a while. Can’t you see it?”
“No,” he breathed through his nose. “No. You always do this. You make it like everything is my fault.”
But, you weren’t listening anymore. You had your head down and tears fell onto your lap.
Zayn noticed after a minute or so. “Fine. You want me to go? I’ll go.” He got up, packed a small bag, put his coat back on, and left out the door, slamming it.
You sobbed into your hands. You knew it was the right thing to do, but breakups were hard either way. You grabbed the plate of brownies Harry brought and scarfed them down.
~~~~~
Those five weeks seemed to have gone by slowly. You were a lot happier without Zayn around. He came by before New Year’s and moved a lot of his stuff out. You heard through a friend that he moved in with a girl he met at the bar that night he left. Typical. Can’t be on his own for one second.
This is the first time you would be seeing Harry since Christmas, since the break up. And you were suddenly nervous.
When Harry called you back for your appointment, you suddenly got very hot. You followed Harry into the room and hopped up on the table. As Harry prepared everything that he needed for your appointment, you kicked your legs back and forth.
“Quiet today,” Harry smirked, looking back at you.
You bit your lip. “I have to tell you something and I’m nervous about it.”
Harry turned around, the wax being mixed in his hand. “What’s wrong, darling? I don’t bite.”
You giggled, but then you turned serious again. “This is my last appointment.”
Harry suddenly got stiff. “Oh. Did that boyfriend of yours have a change of heart?”
You cleared your throat. “No. Actually. We-we broke up. And I can’t afford this anymore.”
“Oh,” Harry said, turning around. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
You shrugged. “It’s fine. I cried once and got over it. He didn’t treat me right.”
“Yeah. But, it’s still hard,” Harry put a reassuring hand on your leg as he sat down. “Especially if you’ve been together for a long time.”
“Thanks,” you grabbed onto his hand.
Harry got distracted for a second, playing with the ring on your middle finger. “Can I ask you something?”
“What’s that?”
“If you’re not with him anymore, why’d you come back?”
You smiled. “Well, I couldn’t just not come back and leave you wondering.”
A smile grew on Harry’s face. “Couldn’t stay away, huh?”
You bit your lip. “Something like that.”
Harry stood up. “So, did ya still want the wax then?”
You shrugged. “I don’t know. I think I need a professional opinion.”
“Mmm. You think so?”
“Mmmhmm.” You unbuttoned your jeans as Harry stepped back to give you space. You pulled your jeans and your panties down, leaving the bottom half of you naked in front of Harry once again.
You spread your legs for him, and this time, Harry didn’t feel guilty about looking. “What do you think?”
What did Harry think? He swallowed. You were definitely wet. He had to close his eyes and breathe in through his nose to calm himself. When he opened them, you made eye contact. Your eyes were dark and you were biting your lip. Fuck.
You reached down and ran your hand up your pussy, feeling the slight hair there. “I don’t think it’s too bad, right?”
Harry had to sit down or he would’ve fallen on the floor. “‘S perfect,” he whispered, as he rolled his chair towards you.
He grabbed onto your thigh as he watched the wetness ooze out of you.
“Oh, stop being such a gentleman,” you said.
“What?” Harry said, snapping out of his daze, and looking up at you.
“I know you want to touch it. And I’m telling you to.”
“You sure?” he swallowed, looking back down at your pussy.
“You can see by my reaction, that clearly I want you to,” you pointed down to where you were leaking on the table.
“Shit,” Harry cursed under his breath. He looked towards the door. “What if we get caught?”
“I won’t tell if you don’t.”
Harry pinched the inside of your thigh and smirked. “You’re a minx.”
You giggled.
“Are you sure?” Harry ran his hands over your legs. “You’re going through a breakup.”
“Harry, can I be honest with you?”
“I wish you would be. Yes,” he said.
“I’ve wanted you to do this since I first met you,” you bit your lip.
“Fuck,” Harry whispered.
“Have you?”
“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “Not gonna lie. I’ve thought about you every day since our first session.”
“Well then, what are you waiting for?” you gestured.
Harry spread your legs even more, putting them in the holsters. He took in the sight of you one more time before running his ring-clad finger down your slit. You moaned and Harry smirked. “Is that alright, darling?”
Your eyelashes fluttered as you nodded. Harry smiled. He took his pointer finger and middle finger and spread you open. “Fuck. Look at you. Bet you never got this wet for your boyfriend, hmm?”
You shook your head. “He never made me this wet.”
Harry tsk’d. “Shame. He missed out on a pretty sight.”
You bit your lip as Harry ran the two fingers that were holding you open down your wetness. He then made eye contact with you when his thumb ran over your clit. You gasped and your chest started to heave as he sped his finger up. “Har-.”
He smiled. “Let it out, love. Tell me if it feels good, yeah?”
You nodded quickly. “Feels really really good.”
“Good,” Harry said, as he watched you clench around nothing. “Fuck.”
As his thumb circled your clit, he inserted two fingers into you. “Did you want me to take the rings off?”
“No no!” you said quickly. “Please leave them on.”
Harry chuckled. “Alright. They’re staying on.”
When he pushed his two longest fingers inside of you, you whimpered. Zayn never felt this good, even with his cock.
Harry loved watching your face as he kept his pace up. “Just tell me if you need me to stop at any point,” he smirked.
“No! Don’t stop. Please never stop,” you babbled.
He chuckled. “Never? Alright.” He sped up his fingers and when you clenched around them, Harry moaned. “God, you’re sexy.”
“Harry, please,” you put your head back on the table you were sitting on.
“I’ve been waiting to hear you beg for me.”
You whined.
“You can cum for me, if you want darling. Know it’s probably achy,” he gave you puppy-dog eyes.
He pumped his fingers in you a few more times and soon your legs were shaking.
“That’s it. Come on now, beautiful.”
One, two, three clenches and you were cumming on his fingers.
“Fuck,” you said, as you felt a wonderous high. Something that you hadn’t felt in a while because you had been faking it with Zayn for a while.
Harry made sure you were okay and had calmed down before he pulled his fingers out. They were soaked. He looked at them, smirked, and then put them in his mouth. You sat up on your elbows and watched as he sucked your cum off his fingers. He moaned loudly. You watched as he licked his fingers until they were completely clean.
He stood up and put his forehead against yours. “Fuck. You taste so good.”
Harry then took you by surprise when he attached his lips to yours. You draped your arms on his shoulders and Harry squeezed your side as your tongues danced together. You made out for about five minutes until Harry pulled away.
Your foreheads were still connected when you whispered, “Wanna taste me for real?”
“What? One orgasm wasn’t enough?” he joked.
You giggled.
Harry squeezed your hand. “I think I want to take you on a date first, before we go any further.”
“A date, huh?” you asked, as you put your panties and pants back on.
“Yeah,” Harry ran a hand through his hair. “If- if that’s alright.”
You nodded. “I’d like that.”
“Good,” he blushed and cleared his throat.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Well, I have this gift card that a client gave me to go out to eat…”
You smirked. “I do love Italian food.”
Harry smiled. “It’s settled then.”
“Saturday?”
“Saturday,” he smiled.
You hoped down and gave him a peck before leaving. “Oh, I forgot your tip.”
Harry held up his hands. “Believe me, that,” he gestured to the table. “Was the best tip I’ve ever gotten.”
You bit your lip. “Are you sure? I can give you money.”
Harry shook his head and opened the door for you. “‘M positive. And tell Mindy at the desk that I am giving you the friends and family coupon for a free session.”
“Harry, no. You need to get paid for it.”
“For what?” he whispered in your ear. “Giving you an orgasm?”
You smiled. “You still need to get paid.”
“Just– tell her what I told you.”
“Fine.” You walked out the room and turned around to see Harry leaning against the door frame, staring at you. “Bye.”
“See ya Saturday.”
You nodded and then went to the front desk to tell the nice lady what Harry told you. Your stomach was already fluttering just thinking about Saturday.
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