[h.s] smut collection

A Rose By Any Other Name 0.9

The whole week Y/N was working overtime and wasn't getting home until 8pm. Harry was picking up more shifts and worked into the early hours of the morning. They tried to text each other occasionally, but when Y/N was waking up, Harry was only just falling asleep and vice versa. This went on for two weeks, until finally Harry got a Friday off.

He wanted to spend it with Y/N but they hadn't really come up with a lie to tell Gemma where Y/N would be spending the weekend.

No, not a lie...an excuse, He thought.

He felt bad not telling her the truth but that risked his chance with Y/N and their "relationship" was still only in its early stages. They would eventually be able to tell Gemma later. When that was, he had no idea. So far
Y/N was the one calling all the shots.

Y/N texted him after work:

Y/N: Told Gemma I'm staying at a "school friends" house this weekend. Still want me to come over?

Harry: Is that even a question? Of course, get your sweet ass over here ASAP

As soon as Y/N walked into her apartment she quickly packed a weekend bag and bid farewell to Gemma. Gemma barely got two sentences out when Y/N was shutting the door behind her.

When Y/N arrived at Harry's she wasted no time. As soon as he opened the door, she was all over him. She dropped her bag onto the ground as she pushed him up against the wall. He had really missed the way her tongue felt against his, and it seemed so did she.

Niall cleared his throat behind them and they parted out of breath.

"Okay, I don't care what you guys do but please just do it in the bedroom."

In all her excitement, Y/N hadn't even thought of the fact the Niall would be here.

"Sorry." Her and Harry whispered at the same time wiping their mouths.

Harry grabbed her bag off the ground, shut the door and took her hand. He practically ran to his room shutting the door when she was finally inside.

They picked up right where they ended in the door way. She was wearing a flannel which she regretted because of all the damn buttons. Harry didn't seem to mind though; in fact he practically ripped the buttons open to get it off her quickly. She wasn't wearing a bra because she concluded that would be one more piece of clothing separating them.

He fondled her breasts with his hands as she fiddled with his jeans, undoing his belt and unbuttoning them. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him letting him walk her over to his bed.

He reached over to take his shirt off and slide down his jeans, leaving him only in his boxers.

Y/N took this time to unbutton her pants and slide them, and her panties down. Harry could see she was already glistening for him.

He lay down on her kissing her feverishly. He was so hard already, and she had only been here a few minutes. But he had thought about her all day every day for the past two weeks. His apartment was so close to hers it killed him not being able to see her. They were both understandably busy, but he hated not seeing her for so long.

They both seemed to agree on no foreplay; not tonight. It had been far too long without each other, and right now all they wanted was each other.

Harry reached over to his bed side table. He didn't even have to look, he knew where the condoms were, and he even bought a new box specifically for this weekend.

He opened the package and put it on quickly. He tugged Y/N's panties down fast, throwing them across the room. He lined himself up with Y/N and then gave her one last look in which she responded by nodding her head. He slipped into her easily. It had been two weeks of Harry jerking off into his hand at the thought of this, but it was nothing like the real thing.