pillowtalk (w2s x reader)
you loved your boyfriend. he was it for you. and not in the fleeting, butterfly way. not a crush that faded when things got difficult. noāhe was the one you could scream at and argue with and then fall asleep tangled in the same sheet an hour later. the one who knew exactly how you liked your tea, exactly how to get under your skin, and exactly how to worship every inch of your body like it was the only language he spoke.
and oh, my god. he was the best sex you'd ever had. hands down. absolutely zero contest. youād look at him and think he was very vanilla, but the way he fucked you? slow, deep, possesiveālike he was trying to carve his name into your bones and remind you exactly who you belonged to. it made you feral.Ā
so when he asked youāon camera, during a truth or drink sidemen video, the prickāāhave you ever faked an orgasm with me?ā and you didnāt say no like he expected you toā¦ you picked up your shot of tequila, knocked it back, and put the glass down like you were putting a final nail in a coffin.
trust, he was good at pleasing you. the things he could do with his tongue... jesus. the man was skilled. it was just that one time. to be honest, it wasn't even his fault. you were just tired, your head wasn't in it, and you just didn't want him to feel bad. so, you faked a few shaky breaths, moaned out his name, and smiled through the guilt. and that was it. one time. forgotten.
"it was just that one timeāi wasn't in the mood, y'know? stop laughing, jj." you tried to surpress your giggles because of the look on harry's face.
you thought that was the end of it. one shot. one simple, honest answer. the boys were already laughing and moving onāethan reading the next question with a shit-eating grin, jj still laughing like he usually did.
harry was staring. he didn't laugh. didn't even crack a smile. he sat back, eyebrows slightly raised, lips twitching like he was trying to solve a maths problem. his whole expression unreadable. way too quiet for harry.
the rest of the video felt long. every time he laughed, every time he smiled or chimed in, you could feel the weight of his attention still hanging off you. he didnāt say much after that, just finished the game with a casual shrug, fingers drumming on the table.
it was so fucking quiet. not in an awkward way. no tension between you as peopleāyou were fine. it was fine.
harry's eyes were on the road, hand steady on the wheel. the only sounds were the low hum of the engine, and the occasional turn signal.
feel his gaze flicker over to you at red lights. feel the way his fingers tapped restlessly against the steering wheel. feel the heat simmering between you, hotter by the second.
so, you broke the silence. "what's going on in that pretty head of yours, hm? you're awfully quiet."
his knuckles tightened on the wheel. "hm? nothing. just... thinking."
"about what?" you turned your knees slightly towards him, now looking at his absolutely flawless side profile.
"you know what." his jaw clenched, a small smirk on his face.
you rolled your eyes. "haz, you're still on that? it was just a game. i don't even remember when it happā"
he didn't look at you. "i'm just trying to figure out how i missed it."
"babe, come on. it was years ago, harry. you didn't do anything wrong. it wasn't about you. i swear." you laughed, reaching over to rub his knee as reassurement.
he looked down, and then up again. after a few moments of silence, he spoke, his voice lower. "i don't want you to feel like you have to perform with me."
"baby. it was one time. it's so insignificant that i don't even remember when it happened." you leaned over and brushed a soft kiss on his cheek.
the front door clicked shut behind you with a soft thud, and that was it. the match dropped.
he didnāt speak. just watched as you kicked off your shoes and turned toward him, still trying to act normalācasualālike your heart wasnāt hammering in your chest.
you opened your mouth to say somethingā
mouth crashing to yours, hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. you stumbled back into the wall with a thud, gasping against his lips, his body crowding yours, warm and solid and desperate.
"fuckin' hell, y/n," he muttered against your mouth, kissing you like he was trying to devour your soul. "i'm losing my fucking mind."
ādidnāt think youād spiral this hard,ā you breathed.
his hand curled around your jaw, thumb dragging across your bottom lip. "iāve been replaying every sound youāve made with me in my head. every fucking moan. every breath. trying to figure out which one was a lie.ā his voice dropped. āyou realise how mental that is?ā
you swallowed, chest rising and falling fast.
he tilted your chin up. āso now iām gonna make sure thereās no confusion.ā
before you could even react, his hands reached the back of your thighs, and he picked you up in a go. a gasp slipped from your lips as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, the pressure of his hard-on pressing firmly against your core through the thin barrier of your clothes. the contact drew a soft whimper from your throatāneedy and unfiltered.
harry smirked against your skin. "that all for me, love?" he murmured, his voice rough as his mouth found your neck for the millionth time.
you just whined in response and grabbed his hair, latching your lips onto his again. he chuckled lowly, and carried you to the bedroom door, throwing it open.
he kicked the door shut behind him with a thud that echoed, not that either of you noticedātoo lost in the haze of each other, barely making it two steps before tossing you onto the mattress like you weighed nothing. you bounced once, breath catching as you pushed yourself up on your elbows.
he climbed on top of you, hovering for a moment as he tried to take in your presence, his fingers trailing under the hem of your top.
that's it. you couldn't take it anymore.
"goddamn it, harry." you surged up and yanked his shirt over his head in one go, fingers fumbling in your haste, lips catching his halfway through. it was teeth and tongue and heat, and all of it tinged with frustration.
"a little bit impatient there, huh?" he laughed as he tugged your top over your head and tossed it somewhere behind him, already reaching for your jeans.
ācan you blame me?ā you huffed, breath shaky as you wriggled out of them, your hands everywhereāhis neck, his shoulders, everywhere. "you've been staring at me with bedroom eyes all day long, bruv."
harry laughed under his breathālow and roughāas he popped the button of your jeans and slid them downāalong with your underwearā in one swift movement, eyes trailing down the length of you like he hadnāt seen you naked a thousand times before.
you bit your lip, cheeks flushed, eyes flickering down for a moment before dragging back up to meet his. your hands moved slowly to his belt, fingers slipping beneath the leather and tugging with careful urgencyālike you couldnāt bear another second but also wanted to savour it.
you pulled it free in one smooth motion, letting it drop off the side of the bed with a soft thud. your fingers didnāt falterānext came the button of his jeans, the slow drag of the zip. you felt him twitch beneath your touch, felt the tension ripple through his abdomen.
āyouāre killing me, babe,ā he muttered, voice low, reverent, as he watched your hands work.
āgood,ā you whispered, slipping your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and sliding everything down in one go. he kicked them off without looking, never taking his eyes off you.
there he was: all of him, exposed to you, his cock thick and flushed, already dripping with need. your breath hitched in your throat, eyes tracing over every inch of him. the way his muscles tightened under his skin, the deep v of his hips leading to his hard length. It was almost too much.
you reached out, wrapping your fingers around his cock, feeling the heat of him in your hand. you could feel the veins throbbing beneath your touch, his length heavy and solid in your palm. "please fuck me," you whimpered.
he let out a ragged breath, his hands immediately grabbing at your legs, pulling you to him as he knelt between your thighs. and just like that, he leaned forward, pushing your legs apart as he aligned himself with your entrance. his eyes flickered to yours, a silent question. you nodded, breathless, barely able to form a sentence.
harry didnāt need another word. he sank into you in one deliberate thrust, his cock filling you, stretching you in the best possible way. you gasped at the sensation, your back arching off the bed, and he groaned in response, his hand sliding to your hip to hold you in place.
jesus, even after years of being together, you were still caught off guard by his size every single time. āgod,ā he muttered, his voice hoarse, as he stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to him. āyou feel fucking perfect.ā
harry didnāt waste another moment. he withdrew slightly, then slammed back into you with force, making you gasp as your body jolted from the impact. his pace was immediate, fast, relentlessāhe wasnāt holding back. every thrust sent waves of pleasure through you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
you moaned out his name as your hands scrambled for purchase on his back, digging your nails into his skin. you gasped as you tried to meet each of his thrusts, your body working in perfect sync with his. there was no gentleness in this; there didnāt need to be. after all these years, neither of you held back anymore.
he gripped your legs tighter, pushing them up and apart to get even deeper, his hips snapping against yours with brutal force. every thrust hit you at the perfect angle, his cock filling you so completely that you could barely breathe. "oh my god, harry!"
you gasped, hips bucking as the familiar pressure started to build again in your core. the pace didnāt slowāif anything, harry pushed harder, faster, making sure you didnāt have time to catch your breath. his hands were everywhereāon your hips, your chest, your throatāas he fucked you like he owned you.
you felt your orgasm rise up, sudden and overwhelming. the sensation spread through every inch of you, every nerve firing at once as you came hard around him, screaming his name as you tightened around his cock. your whole body trembled, the force of it making your vision blur for a moment.
but harry didnāt stop. he was relentless, chasing his own high now, his pace never wavering as he fucked you through your orgasm. the tension was unbearable, and just when you thought you couldnāt take it anymore, he thrust into you with a final, deep stroke, groaning your name as he came hard inside you, his release spilling deep, filling you completely.
you both collapsed in the aftershocks of your highs, your body limp and trembling beneath him, as he kissed your neck, his breath ragged.
"oh my god," you heaved, recovering from your orgasm.
"oh love, we're not done."
