[h.s] smut collection

Bare.

Purely out of habit, your feet carry you to the family planning aisle and your eyes quickly scan the shelves for you and Harry's favorite brand of condoms. You hadn't even thought about it, it was so embedded in your muscle memory; when Harry's home, always get condoms. Doesn't matter if you think you have enough left, get them anyway. The two of you had suffered far too many disheveled and impatient runs to the corner store after one of you dug around in the drawer by the bed only to come up empty. It was a necessity as much as anything else. Milk, bread, eggs, pre cut up apple slices, condoms.

So that's where Harry finds you, comparing prices on two different kinds that are on sale.

"There you are," he declares, triumphant, waving the jug of juice at you that you'd sent him off to find.

"Yeah, sorry. Just picking up one of the essentials," you give him a coy look underneath wiggling eyebrows as he sidles closer to you. He hums to himself, pressing his lips together as those sharp eyes travel over you and then to the packages in your hands and back.

"What if we don't get any this time?" Harry throws the question out quietly but surely, as if he's thought about it for a long time, and when you look at him in surprise he holds your gaze steadily.

"You mean...?"

"Well..." Harry shrugs those broad shoulders, taking a glance around the aisle that's mercifully empty while the two of you have a potentially life altering conversation at nearly 10 at night in a supermarket. "...yeah. Why not?"

"You mean besides the fact that it increases the chance of me getting pregnant?" Harry doesn't look the least bit fazed when you say this, in fact, if you didn't know better, you'd say his eyes darkened a bit, like they do when he gets your top off and he gets that first glimpse of your breasts.

"And? We talked about that already, didn't we?"

"Well...yes." You frown down at the condoms in your hand. There isn't really any other reason for you to continue to use them; you've been with him now for far longer than it took to verify both of you were clean, and he was right, the possibility of pregnancy was something you'd already discussed a while ago. Wordlessly, you put the boxes back, glancing up at him. "That's that, then, I guess."

You'd be lying if you said it wasn't adorable the way Harry's face lit up like a Christmas tree, like the thought of getting to fuck you without a condom is a dream come true. He kisses you and grins, wrapping his arm tightly around your waist.

"I think we should head home now, don't you?" He licks his lips and his eyes hold not a single ounce of fatigue when he continues, "I wanna go to bed."

He doesn't even give you enough time to put the groceries away. Half the items lay strewn around the kitchen still, one cabinet door flung open and quickly forgotten after Harry had pressed his mouth to your neck in sucking kisses and groped your breasts from behind with sure hands.

You're all but dragged into the bedroom, a whimper in your throat along with Harry's tongue. He's moving faster than he normally does, seemingly caught between the need to rid you of your clothes as quickly as possible and pausing to press you back against the dresser and grind his growing erection against you. His hands are everywhere, squeezing your ass and pawing at your skin, his mouth seeking new places on you to taste. You're not that dense, you realize the correlation between your conversation at the store and his sudden need to get you into bed, and you feel a certain thrill yourself at the thought of being closer to him in an intimate way you never have been before. But even as eager as you are to feel him inside you without any barriers, you still take his pink cheeks in your hands and pry yourself away from him.