Touched [H.S.]

Drunk

Word Count: 4k
Kinks: brief spitting, female ejaculation

Do yourself a favor and listen to "Go Fuck Yourself" by Two Feet while you read this. I had PHH in mind when writing but please imagine whichever era you'd like! Enjoy xx''

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I watched with bated breath as Harry unlocked the front door to our apartment. His fingers fumbled with the deadbolt that always stuck.

"Fuck!" He cursed, the lock obviously not unlocking quickly enough for his liking.

"Calm down babe. You're losing your shit." I giggled quietly at his frenzied behavior.

"Yeah I'm losing my shit. If the super would have fix this lock, I could already be inside fucking you." Harry spit out, still messing around with his key. I'm sure the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream wasn't making the task any easier.

"So are we just skipping the foreplay tonight?"

Harry paused for a second to look over his shoulder at me, a drunken smirk plastered on his face.

"Oh, don't worry angel. I never skip the foreplay." Harry held my gaze for a few seconds before turning back to the lock. At last, I heard the deadbolt give way and the door push open.

"Fucking finally!" Harry said in victory, grabbing my hand and jerking me inside.

After frantically pulling me through the threshold, he slammed the door and turned towards me, letting his eyes wander down my body and back up.

Before I had time to say anything, Harry closed the 3 feet of distance between us, grabbing my face in his large hands and crashing his lips to mine. I could feel his desperation in the kiss. He wanted more and he wanted it now.

Quickly, he flipped me around and backed us up until my back hit the closed door. I felt his tongue dart out and lick my lips, wordlessly asking me to allow him access to my mouth. As soon as I complied, his tongue assaulted me, massaging his own tongue against mine, groaning as he did so. I felt him kneel slightly, pushing his hips into mine so that I could clearly feel the evidence of his arousal through his tight black jeans.

Breaking the kiss, he moved down to my neck and immediately started sucking just below my ear. The tight pinch I felt told me I would have a visible mark there in the morning but I didn't care. I loved it when he marked me as his own, claiming me.

"Harry..." I hissed out. I reached up and tangled my fingers into his shoulder-length curls, eliciting a curse from him.

Tipping my head slightly, he slowly licked a trail down my neck to my collarbone before dropping to his knees. Using nimble fingers to undo the buckles, he removed my heels, tossing them to the side. Sliding his hands slowly up my calves and thighs, he stopped to grab a palmful of ass in each hand before moving to the button of my jeans. I watched him intently as he leisurely popped the button and pulled down the zipper, peeling the fabric off of my legs and allowing me to step out so I was left standing in a black lace thong and my black cropped tank.

Snapping his eyes up to meet mine, I felt his fingers start to play along my panty line. Breathing in deeply, I pressed my thighs together, feeling my blood coursing through my body as my heart thudded against my chest.

"Oh no you don't, love." Harry tutted as he pushed my legs shoulder-width apart. Moving his hand back down, he trailed his fingers gently up my inner thigh, stopping at my fabric-covered core, tapping softly on my clit.

"Fuck." I whimpered.

"Mmm. You like that, baby?" Harry whispered, circling his finger around my clit.