Wow This Is Just WOW

Btw if I say things like “by god” or “good lord” in posts please be aware I don’t mean it in a catholic way I mean it in a 1950s scientist reacting in horror after they create an evil creature in the lab set in the distant future year of 2005

cw: smutty content, size kink . . . toji brainrot is a plague, we all thank @anthoosies !! 🐇

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎... is a big guy.

his shoulders seem to stretch for miles. his tall frame looms over your own in a way that feels intimidating sometimes, and you're positive his waist has a better curve than yours when he's wearing his compression shirts. his hands are thick, and his fingers are hard; the skin of his hand has very little give from all the manual labor and meticulous part time jobs he's picked up. toji tries to keep them clean and soft for you— terrified that one day he'll graze your skin and leave a mark on accident.

naturally, you expected this the first time the two of you had sex.

your lover had already worked your body to the bone, lazy tongue lolling up and down your drenched cunt. you're eager, and he's terrified— terrified that he'll split you clean down the middle if he goes in without any prep. he looks so sexy like this, moonlight illuminating the curves and digs of his muscular stature.

you come down from another, gasping quietly. before toji can work on getting you to your fourth orgasm, you caress his face with a shaky hand.

"can take it... please, toji..." you beg, gentle hand coming up to rest on his arm.

"hon... i don't wanna hurt ya."

"y-you won't... if it does, i'll tell you."

and christ, was he big in bed too.

toji stripped his clothes off, strong body hovering above your own as he tries to ease himself inside of your spasming walls. but what shocked him more than anything was he wasn't even halfway in, and you had been stuffed to the brim with his length.

toji furrows his brows, gazing down at where he pulses inside of you... a soft belly bulge protrudes. the man isn't even halfway in, and you're here— squirming and pawing at his bare chest.

he can't even deny how hot the sight is, but is pulled from his thoughts when he catches your weary expression. tears bubble at your eyes, and mascara begins to run down your cheeks.

"toji..." you wail, nails digging into his shoulders helplessly.

the noise is so heartbreaking that he's tempted to pull out and never try having sex again, simply because the sight of you in such pain makes his heart shatter into a million shards.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry, baby. here, please—" toji begins, inching out before you frantically shake your head. you clench around him, and toji's hips jerk up into you. the two of you immediately moan, a singular groan being drawn from a single thrust.

it hurts now, but it'll feel better. toji had no idea how small you really were, hiding his face into your shoulder with a guilty sigh.

"'s big..." you whisper, words lost in a choked moan.

"i know, i know. i'm sorry." toji grunts. "you're doing so well, do you know that?"

you nod, and he presses a kiss to your cheek.

"just tell me when to move, okay?"

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a couple got engaged at yesterday's concert, so here's a little blurb for the since forever universe ♡ ( since forever masterlist ; harry's masterlist )

"You've stolen the show!" Harry yelled, surprised as he looked at the couple. "I've been standing here for an hour but you guys stole the show in fifteen seconds!"

He pretends to be offended, walking around the stage grabbing the wire of his microphone, when he barely hears:

"When is your turn?!"

He turns to the side he was yelled at, and puts a hand on his hip. "When is my turn?" He laughs, blushing. "I've been committed to the same person since I was a kid, not having a ring or a legal paper doesn't mean the opposite!"

The audience explodes into screams, and he looks up at the VIP to see his love, who smiles and shakes her head.

She looks beautiful, with a black bodysuit and with her hair down, she doesn't have much makeup on her face, and the lights shine in her eyes, or maybe it's the love she feels for him.

"That doesn't mean I don't want another ring on my finger, though." Harry mumbles into the microphone. "Let's get on with the show, this is Canyon Moon!"

TE LO RUEGO

Omg babe... are you gonna do a wedding one-shot for gang!h and yn👀

yes if you guys want!!!

they are so hot

I would love to see mlbrry’s reactions to when mama sends him videos or pictures of herself 😏😏😏

So.Fucking.Easy

prompt: ^

warnings: smut

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Happ 2nd Day of Eroda Week 💕

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They’re at a event for the team and Harry, as always is in the spotlight, and he eats it the fuck up with wide smiles and throaty chuckles to the people he’s talking to.

At one point, he’s standing near the bar with a few men and one girl who is making crazy lustful eyes at him (he doesn’t even notice but YN sure as hell does).

It didn’t matter if she had a rock of her finger, a house in both their names, and four of his babies - she was possessive and fuck if that didn’t turn him on.

It’s time to remind him a bit of who he belongs to, she’s sat on a chair near the back of the room - away from the party and pulls out her phone.

She flips through some pictures and videos she took last night before he flew home from San Diego, she knew something like this would come up.

The first picture is explicit - off the start, it’s a shiny blue metallic bullet resting deliciously between her plump folds, her pubic hair grown out a bit and she knew that made him feral.

:readmore:

Harry feels his phone vibrate, pulls it out of his inner suit pocket, and swipes with confusion on his brow - eyes widen like a cartoon character as he looks down at the picture before clicking it off so no one else sees it.

His eyes find hers in mere seconds, when he moves to come to her, she shakes her head and tells him to keep talking to his friends.

Harry’s hand is squeezed tight around the whiskey glass, almost hard enough to crack it as he feels his phone vibrate again.

He has no idea what his colleagues are talking about, the room is fuzzy, and now all he can think about is that picture imprinted in his mind.

This time, he swipes the dimness on his phone until it’s dark and brings the phone closer to his face, it’s another picture.

Her index and middle finger spreading her open, a better view of the small vibrator working against her dewy puffy clit.

Again, he locks his phone and cracks his neck, acting like he’s engaged in the conversation but she can see the arousal creeping up his neck as he swallows hard.

It was just so easy to fuck with him.

When he gets distracted by a big wig coming by and clapping him on the shoulder, YN escapes to the bathroom and locks herself in the single stall.

She’s in a tight, slinky black dress - pulls down the top until her tits spill out and takes a selfie in the mirror - sending it her husband’s way before pulling her top back up.

She wanted to piss him off now.

A bit bummed when she doesn’t get a reply, she startles when there a loud banging on the door, “Open up, now.”

So. Fucking. Easy.

YN decides to play coy, innocent as she replies back, “Occupied!”

The knocks are hard, demanding, she can hear his rings cracking against the wood, “Open this fuckin’ door or I’ll make sure your mouth is occupied the second I see your lips.”

YN flips the lock and steps back, the door bursting open and Harry slamming it shut again, crowds her roughly against the countertop with a hard bite to her lower lips.

“You’re a god damn tease,” He accuses, giving her not time to even breathe before he’s claiming her mouth with a hand gripping the hinge of her jaw to keep her right where he wanted her.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” She manages flippantly through thorough kisses to rile him up even more, hand going to palm at the seam of his dress pants.

“You’re spoiled, I’ve spoiled y’too much,” Harry laughs gruffly, “Give you s’much attention that that minute I look away from you, you start sendin’ me pictures of y’cunt.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy them,” YN smirks, she’s trying to play it cool but watching her husband’s dark expression and rough movements is make her soaked.

She’s not sure how she landed someone so ducking hot, his sharp jaw clenched, green eyes dilated black, and just the way he loomed over like he was staring at a five course meal.

“Of course I enjoyed ‘em. Be a mad man not to enjoy pictures of m’wife’s pretty pussy,” He retorts, his thumb is pressing into her mouth while the other hand is undoing his belt and then zip, “Knees.”

A zip of electricity shoots through her spinal cord at his deep voice and as soon as she has knelt onto the cold tile - he leans down and carelessly tugs her top down until her tits spill out.

“You know what to do, c’mon. Know you know your way around this cock, mama,” Harry encourages, chin tucked against his chest as he stares down in pure rapt at his fucking gorgeous wife.

She doesn’t waste anytime, gripping his base and taking him into her open mouth with her teeth tucked and tongue licking the underside.

“Fuckin’ hell, doll,” Harry groans - he was being way too loud for the setting, anyway walking by outside could have heard and would have known from his distinguishable voice, “S’right, s’good. Know what belongs to you, hm?”

His rings clink against the stone countertop as he grips it for support, knees weak as she doesn’t shows any mercy - bobbing and slurping with barely any finesse, sloppy and carefree just how he liked.

YN was in a mood though.

She wanted to punish him for leaving her, for spending any time away, even if Harry was more loud about it - YN was just as possessive and needy as her counterpart.

And right when his massive hand reaches to weave into her hair, she pushes him back, and quickly stands, “I don’t think you deserve it. You left me for nearly a week.”

YN’s tone makes it sound like he’d gone off to war for a decade, she brushes past him and pulls up her top as he tries to process what’s going on in his horny stupor.

Right when she’s about to unlock the knob, his hand cups the back of her neck tightly and he’s like a predator, he moves quickly and body checks her again the door - front of her pressed tightly again the wood and cheek squished to the side.

“Yeah? I’ve been such a bad husband, huh?” He taunts, his voice becoming dominant and condescending- rare form for him and she’s dripping from it, “S’not like I’m working so that you can have whatever your spoiled arse wants?”

“You don’t spoil me,” YN lies, just to annoy him and she squeaks in surprise when he bites her shoulder as his hands hike her dress around her hips without an ounce of gentleness.

“Mmm. You begged for me to knock you up over and over again. Which out of the kindness of my heart, I gave you four kids,” Harry’s breathing is becoming deeper, heavier as he tightly massages her cheeks before landing a harsh smack.

“Not like you have everything you’ve ever wanted, anything you want - I’ve fucking bend over backwards to give you,” He grits out as he tugs the lace to the side, “All because you take my cock so well, couldn’t get rid of you. Right, mama?”

If it wasn’t so fucking hot, YN would be laughing hysterically because of the dialogue - it was obvious to everyone how bloody obsessed he was with her for a thousand reasons other than her body.

“Not gonna give it to you now, dickhead,” She grunts, when she struggles to try to push him back - he just presses even more of his warm weight on her.

That earns her three smacks.

The echo of skin hitting skin echoing through the small space followed by a throaty moan from YN.

It was insane how much they still wanted each other after all this time.

“Oh no?” Harry hums with a fake pout, tugging his briefs down again, his hand moving to stroke at his thick, long cock, “Too bad. Missed your pretty cunt. Dream about it when I’m away.”

It shouldn’t make her even wetter but it does, his voice is just so syrupy but yet rough, slow but precise as he thinks carefully about his next words.

“Harry,” YN moans breathily, hands flat against the cold door - she can hear the commotion outside of hundreds of people while she’s getting felt up and spanked by her husband.

He pulls at her hair, light pain prickling at her scalp as his lips brush her ears, “What? Now you want to give it to me? No surprise there. Been on by this cock constantly for the past ten years.”

“P-please,” She responds in frustration, pushing her sore bum back against him and hissing when he finally guides himself in - a welcoming twinge of stretching from a little bit without him.

And Harry can’t keep the ‘tough guy’ act on for very long, especially when his wife gets pliant and sweet for him - limbs becoming more malleable and lazy as she tilts her head back to rest on his shoulder.

“Okay, okay. Shush up now,” He murmurs, lips pressed to her temple as he starts a steady rhythm that’s harsh because they don’t have much time, “Let me enjoy this. Fuck, perfect pussy. Best one I’ve ever had.”

YN musters enough bite to hiss out when he presses her harder against the door, “Only one you’ve ever had, don’t forget that.”

“How could I?” He huffs out a laugh, a bit of sweat beading at his brow as he reaches around to thumb harshly at her clit, “Been obsessed with fucking you since the first time you let me.”

“Hurry up,” She moans impatiently, pushing back to met his thirsts, the sound of her bum hitting his pelvis resounding through the room.

Harry can’t help but deliver a few extra powerful stroke as punishment for her attitude but it does the opposite, he hits her spot every single time and it’s not long before she’s letting her forehead meet the wood of the door and letting out a high-pitched moan as she comes.

“There we go. You know s’all for me, yeah?” He coos, letting up on his rubs when she grasps his wrist and halts his movements, “Gonna let fill you up?”

Jesus. Harry was filthy tonight.

“Please,” YN begs pathetically as she drops her weight back on him, he moves to grip her hips and pounds in for another moment before letting out a entirely way too loud moan as he comes.

“Fuck, mama,” Harry groans with a exhausted chuckle, his hand massaging at the little plush of her belly as he catching his breath.

“Mm, this is why I’m not worried when those girls come up to you. Just as needy for me as the day that you first got to stick it in,” She giggles, allowing Harry to wipe her up with a damp paper towel, hand on his shoulder.

His face is pink, the rosiness of his cheeks and the curls slicked against his temple where a dead give away, not to mention how swollen and bright his lips were.

“Never get tired of you, sweet girl. Let’s get home, go see the babies and get a shower. I like when y’get a bit wild like this, give me some material for when I’m alone in the hotel rooms.”

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HARRY'S HOUSE HOME

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE | 5170 WORDS

Summary: Y/N and Harry are enjoying their beautiful honeymoon on Italy when he decides it's time to announce his new album, and she decides it's time for something else.

! | so, so smutty, like... we have eating out, SQUIRTING??? kinda exhibitionism, BIG BREEDING KINK, face sitting, male masturbation, and unprotected vaginal sex. aftercare too ofc!! they're in their honeymoon so please understand them 🙏🏻 also fluff aaand cursing.

W/N: not gonna lie to you, i don't like how this turned out but i hope you guys do :) the final smut part was inspired by this blurb. also i think i started writing this the same day harry announced the new album so keep that in mind while reading this. love uuu! ♡

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Of all the times Y/N has been lucky enough to come to Italy, this one feels the best. She doesn't know if it's the weather, the tranquillity or the fact that she's fucking married to the love of her life, but the Amalfi Coast has never looked more beautiful.

She's on the balcony, she doesn't know what time it is but from the bright moon in the sky she can tell it's already quite late. The summer dress she's wearing is blowing in the breeze, and if it weren't for the fact that the streets are empty and the balcony is quite high, then she'd probably be putting on a show she wouldn't want to.

She can hear Harry inside the apartment, he's just finishing changing out of the clothes he wore to dinner, they were lucky enough to only run into five fans who didn't take pictures of them.

It's their tenth day of their honeymoon. After getting married on the seventh, they waited an extra week and then sailed to the European country, and now they have until the end of March to enjoy it some more.

Her varied thoughts stop when she feels her husband sit down next to her on the small sofa and pull her onto his lap. All she can think about now is him, his scent, his face, his cheeks starting to go beardy from unwillingness to shave.

"Hi, wifey." He says, leaving a kiss on her cheek and Y/N tilts her head back letting a long laugh escape.

"Please don't call me that." She replies, settling herself on top of him and draping her arms around his neck.

He's leaning back against the backrest and is wearing blue shorts with a white t-shirt, he looks exquisite, and the tan only makes him more beautiful.

"You're okay?" he asks, stroking her face and tidying the windblown hair. "Baby?"

Y/N nods, and snuggles closer against him. "Yeah, yeah. Just... you know, admiring you."

Harry laughs, sliding his hands under her dress to caress those thighs that drives him so crazy. "I was talking to Jeff, he told me people are going crazy about the 'You Are Home' page."

She lets out a growl and hides her face in his neck. "As excited as I get, let's not talk about work, I still have to tidy the album photoshoot."

He smiles and grabs her by the hips to turn her around and leave her imprisoned beneath him on the couch, it's small, a little uncomfortable, but it's enough for what he has in mind.

He crouches down to kneel on the balcony tile, and takes one of his wife's legs and drapes it over his shoulder, beginning to leave kisses on the soft skin of her thighs.

Y/N sighs, leaning her head back knowing what is about to happen. They've done everything these past few weeks (and twelve years) but still can't get enough of each other, always being where the other is and eager for touch.

"Gonna let me?" He asks, opening his mouth to lick and bite the inside of her thighs, making her moan.

"Always."

He grins against her skin, licking and leaving marks beside the ones that were already rubbing off, Y/N lifts her hips and Harry pulls her panties off. If someone walked by on the street and decided to look up, they'd easily see them, but they kept going no matter what.

She pulls her dress up to her hips and he puts both hands on her knees, spreading her legs apart and revealing the centre that demanded attention, it was glistening in the moonlight thanks to the wetness that was already starting to build up, and the brunette man ducked his head to leave a lick all over her cavity.

"Harry." Y/N gasps, arching her back from the teasing licks. "Don't tease."

He laughs and the vibrations crash against his wife's clit, making her moan. He begins to lick it gently, wrapping it between his full lips to suck on it, it's addictive, everything about it drives him crazy.

Harry slides one hand over her hips, up her body until he reaches her jaw. He puts two fingers over her mouth, and Y/N opens it, slipping his fingers into her mouth to lick them completely.

"Yeah, keep going." He says from his knees, looking up with his green eyes dark with lust and because of the night. Y/N can't stand it, how after years and years he manages to turn her into a bundle of nerves and desperation to feel him against her, she's completely his, body and soul and it feels fucking good; to belong to Harry Styles and for him to belong to you.

The pleasure is too much, as he thrusts his two fingers inside her and with familiarity already scrapes her soft spot while his tongue and lips stimulate her clit. She's still moaning and panting on the balcony of the villa in Italy, and she's sure this is what heaven feels like.

Harry moans against her, moving his face from side to side and Y/N arches her back, feeling her nipples rub against the fabric and adding to her pleasure.

"You're so good." He murmurs, lifting his face from between her legs to look into her eyes as his fingers move in and out of her rapidly. "Letting me eat your sweet cunt whenever I want. Such a perfect wife."

The words echo in her head, and they only make the pressure in her lower belly increase as she feels the orgasm even closer. This time it feels different, she doesn't know if it's because the situation they're in makes her so hot, or if it's simply because of him. But she feels like her next orgasm is gonna be very strong, and she has an idea what it's about.

"H." She says, shaken. "I– I think m'gonna squirt."

Harry grins, speeding up the movements of both his tongue and fingers. The last time Y/N squirted was quite a few years ago, and he still remembers when she did it for the first time and how he went even crazier for her.

His fingers move frantically and touch her G-spot, making her open her mouth to let out a silent scream as she arches her back, cuming.

She cums on his face and fingers, and he wastes no time in savouring his wife's climax contentedly, he can feel his cock in his shorts but he doesn't care about him now.

Y/N comes undone under him, she keeps moaning because of the overstimulation and her eyes are closed as she tries to recover from the wild orgasm she just had. Harry licks the inside of her thighs, cleaning up any debris that might've been there, and stands up from the floor to take her in his arms, carrying her inside.

"Feeling a'right, m'soul?" he asks, ducking his head down to see her face resting on his shoulder.

Y/N hums, snuggling against him until they reach the bathroom, and he sits her on the toilet to turn on the shower and start regulating the water. She has her eyes closed and tries to wipe out the ringing in her ears, she can feel herself start to recover and she stands up to pull the dress out of her body.

Harry turns around to find her naked, he laughs while checking her out. She reaches over to him to pull his shirt off, he lifts his arms and lets himself be undressed by his wife. His wife.

Steam begins to cover the room and they both step into the shower, he carefully helping her thanks to her shaky legs, and begins to put shampoo in his hand so he can wash her hair.

Y/N smiles happily with her eyes closed, enjoying the moment of silence and peace with her love and wishing their honeymoon would never end. She's the luckiest woman in the world, and she doesn't want anyone to burst the dreamy bubble they are both living in.

She can hear Harry murmuring one of his new songs, and her heart beats desperately in her chest as she feels him close to her. She loves him, loves him with all her soul and being and heart and fucking everything.

She opens her eyes, watching him bite his bottom lip concentrating on washing her hair well and keeping the suds off her face. And she says:

"I love you."

Harry's hands stop at the back of her neck, he blushes wildly though he'd rather say it's from the hot water crashing against his face. "I love yeh too, so much." He replies, bringing his face close to hers to kiss her as his hands caress her scalp.

They kiss two or three more times until they have to continue bathing so as not to waste the water, the green-eyed one cleans her while whispering words of praise, and she strokes his brown locks that he's thankfully letting grow.

They both dry off and dress in silence, enjoying the ambient noise of Italy. Harry's putting cream in his hair when he can see Y/N through the mirror drying her face, he's seen her a thousand ways, but he still feels numb with the happiness of seeing her so domestic.

He curls up in bed, pulling the blankets up to his chin. "Close the window, please." He asks, and his wife does so and then runs to crawl under the blankets beside him.

Y/N lets out little whimpers at how cold she is and quickly snuggles against Harry, tucking her icy feet between her husband's legs, making him shiver.

"Remind me again why I married you?" He growls, but still squeezes his legs together so she doesn't get cold.

"Because I've been putting up with you for twelve years and because m'sex is the best." She answers, draping a leg over his waist and tucking her head into his neck to inhale his scent.

"Technically I can't know if your sex is the best, since it's the only sex I've ever had." He replies, looking up at the dark ceiling, and Y/N pinches his belly.

"And it will be like that forever, Styles." She murmurs, sighing. "Now, sleep."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Styles."

(...)

Harry wakes up, it's 23 of March, and he can feel the sun against his face and his wife curled up next to him. It's today.

He knows it's today, and Y/N knows it's today too, so he rolls onto his side to approach her and begin to wake her up by brushing away the locks that prohibit him from seeing her angelic face.

She wrinkles her nose and opens one eye, watching him until she decides to open the other and he smiles, moving closer to her to leave kisses on her neck, cheek, and lips.

"Good morning." He murmurs against her chest. "It's today."

"What?" She asks, not even knowing what day is.

"I'm announcing the new album today."

That finishes waking her up and she quickly lifts her head to get a better look at him. It's true, it is today. Today is the last day of the Fine Line era, today millions and millions of people are going to freak out, and Y/N can still remember the day he told her the news.

Harry's sweeping while Y/N makes the bed. The Fleetwood Mac vinyl that is so important to them is playing ambiently and is the only thing that can be heard in the big house, she's quiet and can't see him, but she can feel something eating away at her cute boyfriend's mind.

When she hears him sigh for the third time, she drops the blanket and turns to look at him; he's not even sweeping, now he's just staring at the dust on the floor.

"Give me that." She reaches over and takes the broom from him, leaning it against the wall. "What's wrong?"

He looks at her hesitantly, but still says it. "I... we already have a release date and album name."

She's thankful she's had a good breakfast, otherwise her blood pressure would be through the floor by now. She can't believe what she's hearing and quickly asks what it is before doubt continues to flood her body.

"May 20." He says, eyes downcast and cheeks flushed. "Harry's House."

Y/N's eyes are brimming with tears and she has to hold a hand to her chest. It's perfect, maybe not something she expected, but the name makes up all the songs she was lucky enough to hear before anyone else, songs for her.

Harry hesitantly steps closer, placing a hand on her hip to pull her closer to his body and she quickly wraps him in an embrace that shows all the pride, longing and love she's feeling at that moment.

"I... I wasn't really sure about the title, but I feel like they're very personal songs and I'm kind of letting them into m'home, into my heart." He speaks, breaking away to look at his love in the eyes, he strokes her cheeks with his thumbs. "Those songs are my house, but you, you are home."

If she wasn't crying before she's definitely crying now, she kisses him, then murmurs against his lips. "I love you– Harry, I have no words..."

"It's alright, it's alright." He laughs, leaving a peck on her lips. "Jus' want you to know that everything I do is for you."

"Shit, can't believe it's already today." She sighs in amazement.

"Me neither, they're about to post it on Instagram." Harry replies. You can tell he's completely nervous, so Y/N lies on his chest and kisses his neck. At the same time, his cellphone rings.

"It's posted." reads Jeff's message, and the couple freezes.

Only the sounds of birds chirping can be heard outside, Y/N and Harry stare at each other in silence, until she takes the initiative and speaks first.

"They're gonna love it, curly." She says, stroking his cheek illuminated by the sun streaming through the balcony. "They're songs written for me after all."

He guffaws and turns her around, trapping her against his body and the sheets. "C'mon, I wanna go out."

The two of them get ready in between shoving, groping and chatting about the new album, Harry tells her that the video they shot together for 'As It Was' is coming out the first of April, and Y/N pans a little.

"I hope they don't mind me being in the video." She says, now both are already walking the streets of Italy.

Harry has an arm around her shoulders, and through his dark glasses he can see someone taking a picture of them. "Please, I think they love you more than me."

She laughs, squeezing his waist and they both walk into the quiet little café. It's their last day of their honeymoon, her husband has to go back to rehearsal for Coachella and do press conferences for both Harry's House and As It Was. She's not angry about having to leave, she was already starting to miss her crazy but somehow normal life.

They both drink their coffees in silence, Y/N takes pictures of the green-eyed boy from time to time and he does the same with her, putting them in his "Babyyy" photo album where thousands (not to say millions) of pictures of her in any situation can be found.

They've done everything these days, they've gone boating, they've gone to the nicest restaurants for dinner, they've walked under the moon, they've gone to every secret corner of this village and now all they want to do is enjoy each other.

"Let's go back." She says when they both have already paid the bill and are about to leave the establishment.

"Yeah?" Harry asks, opening the door for her and then walking through, putting a hand on her waist to leave. "Why?"

"I just wanna be with you."

They both walk towards the house looking at the windows of the small markets there are. Some have baby clothes, and Harry feels a unique sensation every time he sees them. Y/N has something in her head spinning and he can tell but decides to wait until they are alone so he can ask her.

She walks in first and he closes the door behind him, he's about to ask but her lips against his erase any kind of doubt he might have. Y/N kisses him desperately, squeezing his arms and pinning him against the wall.

He lets his wife savour his lips for a while longer, until he takes the initiative and pulls their mouths apart. "What's on your mind, baby?" he asks, agitated.

Y/N looks down at the floor, suddenly all the security and confidence she'd built up disappears and she squeezes the fabric of Harry's t-shirt between her hands. "I..."

"Honey, talk to me." He murmurs, caressing her hips. "I can't give you what you want unless you talk to me, mhm?"

She knows he won't react negatively but she still feels unsure. "I think it's time we.... or well I dunno–"

"Y/N."

"I think it's time for me to stop taking m'birth control pills, at least for a while."

Harry looks at her with a blank expression on his face, he doesn't understand where she's going with that, there are so many possible paths that he really doesn't know what to answer.

Y/N, noticing the expression on her husband's face, speaks again. "I want to start trying for a baby, Harry."

"Oh." Is all he can blurt out.

He can't believe what his ears have just picked up. He'd heard right? he's not dreaming, is he? shit, maybe he tripped and hit his head, yeah, it may be that.

He feels that everything is falling into place. He just married the love of this and more thousand lives, he's gonna release an album, and now she probably wants to start trying for a baby. Ah, how did he get so lucky?

Y/N looks at him expectantly, she can see the gears turning in his head but that doesn't calm her nerves, she wants an answer now.

"You're okay?" She asks. "It was... just a thought."

"What?" He laughs, taking her in his arms and carrying her into the room. "M'soul, I've never been better."

He's elated, just the thought of his wife with a belly full of his child awakens something in him. He can't wait to be a father and they haven't even tried yet.

Y/N's laughter turns into a growl after he tosses her onto the bed. They both look at each other with that unique glow and convey everything they feel to each other through those looks. It's time, and they both know it.

"Why did you think of it so suddenly?" He asks, caressing her bare thighs that are wrapped around his hips.

"Well... I know we just got married, but technically we've been in our honeymoon stage for like, twelve years, and it's gonna be nine months until we have the baby, of course that depends on how long it takes to conceive, so that still leaves more time for just us."

She speaks quickly, looking up at the ceiling in embarrassment. It didn't just occur to her; she's been thinking about this since she was sixteen and she can finally make it happen.

Harry keeps smiling, he can feel his cheeks start to hurt but it doesn't matter. Finally they, they–

"H, I don't wanna burst your shock bubble," Y/N says, stroking the hair on the back of his neck. "But don't yeh think it would be better if we started trying?"

And who was he to say no to his wife?

He kisses her like he's never kissed her before and doesn't know what it's about, doesn't know if it's because he's about to fill her with his baby, because he's about to strike lucky and try their luck, or because he simply loves her with all his being.

Y/N moans from the brute force and opens her mouth, allowing him to insert his tongue that caresses her entire oral cavity. She strokes the back of his neck, his back, his arms, any part of his body she can reach.

She can feel her core throbbing and his hard on bumping against it. She's anxious, and she knows she's not the only one. They continue kissing until she breaks away to push up his shirt, and laughing, he pulls it off.

His tanned, tattoo ink-covered chest glows in the brightness coming into the room, he looks angelic, godlike, and the fact that she's the only one who's ever seen him like this still makes her shudder, and him, too.

Harry rests his lips against her body again, this time against her collarbone which is kissed softly and he continues his trail up and down, smirking as he feels her breath hitch beneath him.

He pulls up her shirt and kisses her stomach, locks his eyes with hers and whispers as he continues to kiss the soft skin. "Can't believe yeh're gonna let me put a baby in here, such a good wife."

Y/N tilts her head at his words and his husky voice, he knows, he knows like no one else what he has to tell her to get her going, but the words coming out of his mouth now were pure truth.

It wasn't out of the heat of the moment, it wasn't some kink, no.

Y/N was really going to let Harry put a baby in her belly, and she knows it's one of the best decisions she can make in her life, because he's one of those people who deserves to be a father and all that comes with it, and there's nothing she wanted more than to have a perfect mix of the two running around their house.

She takes off her shirt, followed by her bra, and now they're both naked from the waist up. They stare at each other for a few seconds, both of them agitated, in love, until she pounces on him, kissing him again.

She turns him around to straddle him, and slides a hand between them, cupping his cock against the fabric of his trousers, palming it. Harry lets out a shuddering sigh, he thinks he's never been this hard in his entire life and he owes it all to her.

He lets her mark him however she wants, leaving hickeys on his neck, on his torso, on the butterfly and anywhere else she wants, because he's hers.

Y/N pulls off his remaining clothes and licks her lips at the sight of his member waiting for her, he's hard, with a drop of precum on the head and she can see him spasm under her gaze.

She's about to touch him, but he grabs her wrist. "No, want y'to ride m'face."

She nods, stunned by her husband's beauty, he's perfect, he's sitting up, resting his arms on the blanket and it causes little rolls to form on his tummy and laurel tattoos. His hair's dishevelled and his face is red, his lips are puffy and his eyes are wide in pleasure.

He wasn't Harry Styles.

He was Harry, the boy she met when she was sixteen and who with his wimpy body was already drawing sighs from her.

She pulls her panties off quickly and climbs onto his lap, gasping as she feels his length slap against her clit, and she moves back and forth, wetting his entire length.

Harry grunts, letting her do whatever she wants until he can't take anymore, and with a "C'mon, need to taste yeh." she finally stays on top of his mouth.

Y/N grips the headboard and slowly sits up, moaning as she feels the wetness of his tongue on her centre. He rests his palms on her thighs and squeezes them, moaning and focusing his eyes on her.

The sight is unique, and he can feel his member dripping as he begins to lick, his eyes go white, the sweet taste fills his mouth and he buries his mouth even deeper into her, smirking as he hears his wife's desperate moans.

He palms her thigh twice and Y/N lowers her head, staring into his eyes and her thighs press gently against his head, it's so erotic, and it's even more so when he nods.

She starts by moving her hips slowly, tilting her head back as she feels Harry's nose hit her clit perfectly and his tongue enter her hole. Her movements speed up, her breasts bounce and the hickeys on her body glisten proudly, it's heaven, he's sure, and he can feel he's about to cum just from watching.

Y/N wiggles her hips frantically, smearing her husband's face and she puts a hand down in his hair, tugging and making him grunt.

"Harry." She gasps. "Shit, shit."

He stamps his palm against her bum, and she can feel the exquisite orgasm on the tip of her tongue as he continues to spank her. She leans back until she feels his cock against her hand, and wraps it in her fist.

Harry moans and lifts his hips as he feels the sudden touch on his sensitive member. Y/N continues her movements as he licks her full cavity, moaning into her clit to add vibrations.

They're both so close, so, so close. But she stops and grabs his wrists, lowering her head to tell him:

"Want to cum with you inside me."

And whatever she wants, she gets.

Harry's quick to grab her hips and lift her off his face with ease, laying her down on the bed to climb on top of her. He wipes away the remnants of her wetness with the back of his hand and positions himself over her entrance, is quick to move in to steal a kiss that draws a teasing grin from Y/N.

How in love he is with her.

She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him to her, leaving kisses on the sweet spot of his jaw that makes him sigh, and he finally gets inside her.

"Ah, fuck." He groans, hiding his face in the hollow of her neck. "Always so... fucking warm."

"All for you, H." Y/N answers, squeezing herself around him properly, and he has to resist the urge to cum right then and there.

Holy. fucking. shit.

Harry takes the first thrust of many and begins to grind his hips against hers, Y/N moans beneath him as she feels his familiar touch on her sweet spot.

He grabs one of her thighs wrapped around his waist only to squeeze it and rests his head on the side of hers, panting into her ear.

"Yeah, you're desperate for me to make you a mommy, aren't yeh?" he asks, not stopping his onslaught and Y/N shudders hearing him. "Gonna fill you up so good, I swear."

"Yes, please." She begs, sinking one of her hands into his hair. "Want your babies, H."

Hearing her, he nods desperately, feeling the orgasm building in his lower belly. "I'll give you everything, m'love, I-fuck, I'll give you whatever you want."

He promises, promises between kisses, caresses, and lunges that send the bed crashing against the wall. Y/N's so close, and she just needs something more to get what she wants so badly.

Harry stares at her, his green eyes are dark and glossy, his hair is tousled and curls fall over his forehead, and his mouth is half open with a small trickle of drool at the corner. She grabs his neck and kisses him, savouring the taste of mint and coffee he always has. She loves him, loves him so much.

"I love you." She whispers, feeling suddenly sensitive and with tears pooling in her eyes. "We're gonna have our baby."

He smiles, feeling like he honestly can't love her anymore because it's already impossible, because no one loves anyone in the world like Harry loves Y/N, and they both need the living proof of what their love is.

"I love you, we'll be the best, I-, I can't be romantic if I have you squeezing around me." He says and they both laugh, kissing once more.

But the eroticism returns, and Harry licks his thumb to slide it between them and quickly caress her clit, which was just what she needed.

She cums, lifting her back and clinging tightly to her husband's strong shoulders, leaving the occasional scratch that makes him grunt. He doesn't know how he's holding on so long, but when Y/N leaves kisses on his earlobe and whispers "Want to make you a baby daddy." he does.

He drops his head on her chest and cums thickly, it's the best sex they've ever had and they both know it, because maybe now, this time, something's going to change.

They both keep quiet, controlling their heaving breaths until all that can be heard is the sound of scooters on the stone streets of Italy. Y/N strokes his tresses, and he leaves kisses on her collarbones.

After a few minutes, Harry slides out of her and wipes her off with a towel on the nightstand, quivering at the sight of his cum dripping out of her, he opens his mouth to murmur.

"Think I put a baby in here?" he asks, caressing his love's belly circularly, and she squeezes her eyes, touched by his words.

"I hope so, curly." She replies. "Hey, look at me."

Without lifting his head from her chest, he manages to stare at her.

"We have plenty of time to try and I know we'll make it. We'll have our baby." She says, completely sure of her words. "Let it happen when it has to happen, I'm off the pills- let's think about everything that's coming up for now, Harry's House, the tour, Coachella..."

Stressed, he sinks his face back into her chest, and she laughs, making him smile. "I don't want to go back to the real world." He says, his mouth against her skin.

"Neither do I, but I was already starting to miss our chaotic schedule." She replies. "God, you had to be a singer, an actor, a model... couldn't you be, I don't know, a supermarket cashier?"

Harry lets out sharp guffaws and leans back on his arms to look at her, still smiling they both look at each other. "I could be anything and you'd still love me."

She brushes back an unruly lock that falls into his eyes. "Of course. But it's time to go home, H."

And without hesitation, he says. "For me, you are home."

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Don’t Blame Me | sugar daddy!jungkook one-shot au

pairing: sd!jungkook x reader genre: one-shot & yandere au

summary: You can have everything you want and need as long as you have Jeon Jungkook by your side. You were enjoying everything that Jungkook gives you and as long as you’re with him. You’re sure to yourself that you will never fail him but he was the one who failed you. Everything is fine until he gets too much. 

content  & warnings: sugar daddy & ceo jk, college reader, toxic & manipulative behavior, unhealthy behavior, possessive & obsessive jk, yandere, bitchy reader, jk sabotaging reader’s career. word count: 12.9K

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disclaimer: This is pure fiction and I do not condone the acts of Jeon Jungkook in the story. All events and occurrences in here are all fictional and all are part of my imagination.

a/n: to the one who requested this, I hope you’ll like it! 

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Little do You Know | OT7 | Fifty Nine

Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 

Chapter warnings: THE SEASON FINALE IS HERE!!! It’s not the end, but I will miss it and I’m sure many of you will too!! I just want to take a little moment to thank each and every one of you for all the love this series has gotten so far! When I was getting ready to post it, I didn’t think anyone would like because it was getting soooo long! And writing an ot7 fic, I always worried about giving all seven the same amount of love. So I’m reeeeally happy so many of you have been reading and commenting and sending me DMs about it! I hope I did the boys justice and I’ll keep up the good work and I’ll see you guys soon!! 

A/N: If you didn’t see the announcement, LDYK is taking a little break before Season Two, and I’ll be posting a brand new Taehyung Series, so I’ll see you there! 

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By mid morning, you took a taxi to Yoongi’s family home. Since his eomma and appa were busy at their restaurant, you would be able to talk to the seven of them without being interrupted by a very excitable six year old and your own father. You were proud of yourself for not crying again the moment you first saw them after so long.

And you were happy they didn’t seem angry or too upset with you at the moment, all accepting your hugs. They were a little different, of course. Jimin had shorter hair and Namjoon’s was a bluish gray color; the former also had a couple new tattoos –you could see one behind his ear and a moon peeking from the back of his shirt– while some on Jungkook’s arm seemed to have been colored.

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i love your stories sm, they bring me sm joy <33 if it’s not a bother, could i request a vinnie fluff where y/n and vinnie go to an amusement park for a date? where after going on a huge rollercoaster y/n is so hyper and won’t stop talking about how much fun she had, and vinnie is just admiring how cute she is when getting excited for the smallest things. and in his head he’s thinking how lucky he is and just smothers her with kisses :’) ahh sorry if it’s a lot! just lots of lots of fluff !!

𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗜𝗜

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: vinnie hacker x fem!influencer!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: vinnie and y/n share their first date at an amusement park.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: swearing and fans/crowds, angst if you squint i mention alcohol once, rollercoasters!! SO MUCH FLUFF

𝗔/𝗡: i included this gif bc it came to mind when i read this request. let’s pretend that he was on his way home from the date looking like that <3 also, tomorrow is @thatmultifandomlovingmf ‘s birthday!! happy birthday bestie :)

disclaimer: i have never been to six flags…. i’m heartbroken, i know. ignore any mistakes or inaccuracies because i really have no idea what six flags is like shoutout to my sister for going without me THEREFORE I SPENT HOURS STUDYING THE SIX FLAGS MAP AND MAKING SURE THAT IT WAS AS ACCURATE AS POSSIBLE!!! and yes, i felt like i needed to say that incase any hardcore six flags fans want to come for me <3

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vinnie and you had known each other for almost a year. that means, almost a year of learning about him and his interests, almost a year of memorizing his stupid sayings by heart and almost a year of having to hide your humongous crush on him. the only thing is, you didn’t know that he had felt the exact same.

whenever you felt those pulsing nerves move throughout your body when you and him were in a room alone, he was feeling it too.

it just took 8 months for you to say something.

you had drunkenly let it slip that you were in love with him. you couldn’t help it! the tipsy had gotten to you and spewed all of the words out. thankfully, vinnie had admitted that he felt the same, and after an awkward silence, he had asked you out on a date.

vinnie was super starstruck over you. while he was still somewhat new to the internet and tiktok, you had been famous from it for years. he never thought that you would actually give him the time day, forget go out with him.

he wanted the night to be perfect.

so, he asked around and planned a date that you were sure to love. knowing your love for rollercoasters, and how you hadn’t been to six flags in years, he was sure that a six flags date would win you over.

after prying him over text message with questions about where the date would be, vinnie held his ground, insisting that it was a surprise. the only thing that he told you was to dress casually and that he would stop by at 4:00pm to pick you up.

you wore your hair straight and down, being sure to lay all of the pieces in place. you wanted to look perfect for him. even though he said not to dress up, you still wanted to wow him.

you kept you makeup simple and threw on a pair of oversized jeans with small rips in them and a plain cropped t-shirt that you knew he liked. you weren’t necessarily sure what to wear for shoes, but you didn’t want to ask vinnie, scared that he would think that you’re were overthinking it.

it was important to you that you kept your everlasting love for him on the lowkey.

i’m chill!

i don’t need to stress over clothes.

vinnie likes me for me.

grabbing your go-to white sneakers, you grabbed your purse and head downstairs, waiting for vinnie to arrive. your roommate was filming a video with alex and kouvr, the three of them laughing about something while you walked down the stairs.

“ready for your date!?” kouvr asked.

“ooooo, vinnie is gonna love you!” alex singsonged, flashing the camera at you.

“hey, could you not post about this? i don’t really want to be speaking about it just yet..” it wasn’t that you were hiding your new relationship, you just didn’t necessarily want to speak on it yet. you were sure that people would see you on the date tonight and start rumors but honestly you didn’t mind. you felt lucky to go on a date with him.

“yeah, you’re good!” he deleted the footage and walked over to you, looking out the window beside you. “you look amazing!” your roommate shouted.

“it’s really simple and i wear this outfit all the time but.. vinnie said to keep it casual.” you saw kouvr nod at your words, panic bubbling up in your chest. “oh god, should i change?”

“no! no, you look great! he’s gonna love it.”

“yeah, you can go ask him. he’s here.” he pointed behind his back and you quickly looked over alex’s shoulder to see the bright yellow car outside.

“o-okay! i’m off, by guys! wish me luck.”

“goodbye mrs. hacker!” the three joked as you closed the front door.

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you expected vinnie to be sitting in the drivers seat, but once you walked down the drive way, you saw him walking towards you with a bouquet of persian buttercups.

“hi!”

“hey!” your voice was shaky and you could feel the heat in your face.

“these are for you.” you couldn’t stop looking at his face. everything in your peripheral was blurry to the point wear he could be wearing a dress and you wouldn’t have noticed. you had never seen vinnie outside during the evening before. the only times you had seen him outside was always in the bright early morning, yet right now was much more relaxed.

you grabbed the peonies and smiled wide. “flowers!?”

“yeah.” he was nervous and his breathing was heavier and louder than usual, but you didn’t say anything, not wanting to embarrass him.

“i love them, thank you!”

“i wasn’t sure what kind of flowers you like or if you even like them at all..” you lowered your head to smell them. all of them were fully bloomed and varies shades of pink with a few white ones.

“i love them, vin.”

you two looked at each other awkwardly before he lead you over to the car, following you to your side. “hey! hey, i’ve got it.” he opened the car door and led you to your seat, holding the flowers in one hand and the door in the other.

“wow, what a gentleman! i had no idea vinnie was like this.”

“well, you’ve never seen date vinnie before.” he smirked, closing the door and getting in his seat.

this was the first time that the two of you would be alone after knowing each others feelings and the overall vibe of the car ride was….strange. it wasn’t bad, just somewhat foreign.

“you look beautiful.”

you were worried that vinnie would have dressed up but you saw that he was just in a long sleeve and sweats. “i’m just wearing a t-shirt and jeans.”

“and? it’s flawless.” he debated resting his hand on your thigh, but grew cautious and settled his hand on your knee instead.

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a loud high-pitched squeal came from you as the six flags sign came in view. you had always been a huge rollercoaster nerd and felt much more relaxed now knowing what the date would be.

“SIX FLAGS?!”

“yep!” vinnie held an arm over your seat as he turned to see the cars behind you, backing up the vehicle. the way his chain hung from his neck as he leaned back, gave you butterflies.

“are you excited?” he asked, driving into the entrance while keeping his focus on you.

“ARE YOU KIDDING?! YES!”

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“vinnie, i can’t believe you brought me to six flags.” the two of you exited the car and walked towards the entrance.

“anything for you.” he gushed.

“no, vin. seriously, i didn’t know that you could be so….romantic?”

“well, you have never met date vinnie before.”

“why do you keep saying that? what are you, michael scott?” you joked.

“shut up.” he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and walked beside you.

“i’m so excited, i could cry.”

“i’m so excited to spend the day with you.” he turned around so he was walking backwards while facing you. you felt his forehead touch yours as he leaned in and spoke. “i finally have miss y/l/n all to myself.”

you felt yourself get flustered and your smile wouldn’t leave your face so you did the only thing that you knew how to do.

“oh, stop it.” you shoved him lightly, making him laugh slightly and continue walking.

fuck, why did i do that?

you weren’t used to being his girlfriend and so whenever he did anything that seemed intimate, your instinct was to just brush him away as if he was joking. you could tell that vinnie was somewhat frustrated at your reaction. you didn’t think that it would be this weird of a transition.

once you both go into the lines to pay, he brushed his hand against yours, scared of upsetting you. “is-is it okay if we hold hands?”

you looked up at his eyes, watching the way his pupils darted back and forth as he looked at you, worried that you might judge him for the question. “i’d love it if we held hands.”

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once you reached the inside of six flags, you immediately ran to the nearby food stand and bought some candy. vinnie offered to pay for it but you insisted that it was cheap and you could do it.

as you chewed your skittles, you and vinnie tried your best to ignore the cameras that were flashing towards you. you both knew it would happen and it wasn’t that big of a deal, it just was annoying to know that your picture was being taken constantly.

vinnie had called the park to let them know that the two of you would be there and the park had assigned you guys a tour guide who would basically escort you all throughout the park and act somewhat as a body guard. her name was bella and she hair straight dark brown hair that ended at her shoulders and was much taller than you. she insisted that she would keep her distance so that the two of you could have privacy, with it being a date and whatnot.

“okay so here’s the map,” vinnie held it in his hands, looking over it and turning it around to see it from over directions as if he had no idea what he was looking at. bella had offered to show you guys the way but vinnie wanted to use the map and find it himself. “do you have any idea what you want to do first?”

“how about full throttle?” you could hear the screams from the ride goers and it only made you more anxious to get on one.

“alright, so that should be…. down there!” he seemed confident as he pointed to your left. bella facepalmed as she watched you two.

“false.”

“what?”

“the full throttle coaster,” you stepped back a few steps and peered over a small tree, signaling vinnie to follow you, “is right here.”

the large sign spelling out the coaster, had proven him wrong and you sent him a cute smile. “good call.”

“how about you forget about the map and just let bella chauffeur us?”

“fine.” he rolled his eyes. bella had skipped ahead of you two so she could lead the way. you flinched momentarily when vinnie grabbed your wrist.

i need to get used to this.

“alright! so this here is a huge part of rollercoaster history. it’s actually the number one tallest and fastest looping rollercoaster in the world so you can’t really beat that!” bella gave you two a rundown while escorting you past the line of people. thankfully, no one there seemed to recognize you two.

“you’ll be looping 160 feet into the air, not once but twice!” vinnie looked down at you hand after feeling you squeeze it in excitement. he smiled, grateful to be there with you.

“it actually has three separate launches, one shooting you backwards through the mega loop and through this here tunnel, before hitting what we like to call the ‘top hat’ which is when the cart actually rides outside of the track and above the loop. are you guys ready?”

“YES!” vinnie laughed as you frantically ran into the empty seat, sitting up front while vinnie sat to your right.

your legs were bouncing against the white cart, trying your best to remain calm as you heard the countless screaming of other ride-goers.

“you okay?” he rested a hand on your thigh, feeling the fabric of your jeans beneath his palm. it was a brief encounter that made you feel warm inside.

“hmm? yeah, yeah i’m good.” when he picked his hand back up, you stopped him and placed it back on your upper thigh, looking over at him. he leaned in and kissed the top of your head before the cart began to move.

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“one chocolate and one vanilla please.”

“ooo! and dippin dots!”

“and dippin dots.”

the two of you sat down and waited for your ice cream. you were still buzzed with adrenaline from the rollercoaster and could barely form sentences.

“so you get off a rollercoaster and run straight for the ice cream, huh?”

“yup!” you grabbed you ice cream from the employee and brought it up to your mouth. you ate in silence for a lot longer than you intended to. it had felt as if there was an eerie tension that had suddenly taken hold of you two and you had no idea why. vinnie was completely out of it, in his thoughts.

“what’s up?”

“mmh? nothing.” as you guys finished eating, bella began to lead the way towards the next coaster. vinnie’s eyes were set on your interlaced hands.

“what are you thinking about? and don’t say nothing.”

“just our firsts..”

“our firsts?”

“yeah, i mean… tonight was the first time we had ever held hands… and this is our first date.”

“so what comes next?” you questioned.

“well, our first kiss which i have been planning precisely in my head.” your shoulders were leaning into each other, carefully not to get too comfy so you wouldn’t fall over.

“oh yeah?”

“yeah. i want it to be perfect and when we have that perfect moment i will take the shot and i won’t miss.” he stated as if it was a fact. you couldn’t help the smirk that grew on your face.

grabbing his chin, you leaned into him and kissed him gently. so gentle that he wasn’t even sure if it had really happened. it was a weak and short kiss, one that you would exchange with a middle school crush.

“what the hell was that?!”

“you said you wanted to kiss me.”

“yeah, i said i woul-“

“well what if i wanted to take the shot?” the two of you were no longer walking, your feet rooted into the ground as bella watched from afar, waiting for you to be ready.

“damn it, now that was our first kiss, you just threw it away! i wanted it to be special—“

“well you made it special.” his mouth dropped and his eyes softened at your compliment. “and besides, now you won’t spend the night worrying about it.”

“well…can we at least have like a real kiss? one that doesn’t last two seconds?”

“sure.” vinnie grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in, your lips molding together sweetly.

“i didn’t miss the shot, did i?”

“nope, y/n. definitely didn’t miss.”

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“which did you like better, full throttle or the goliath?” vinnie asked, rubbing your lower back. the two of you were finishing up your food, bella sitting ten feet away.

after that first ride, all of your nerves seemed to have vanished. you had been having the time of your life and vinnie had never seen you so excited. as you answered his question, he couldn’t stop the grin from taking over his face.

“what?” you asked, kissing your teeth.

“nothing, you’re just so cute.” instead of taking it seriously, you laughed, causing vinnie’s exterior to drop. he assumed that after the kiss that you two would be more lovey dovey.

“shit, i’m sorry.”

“why do you keep doing that? i mean, we didn’t have to go out if you didn’t want to—“

“NO! i wanted to! i did, i-i still do, it’s just..” you sighed before continuing. “this is just new to me, i mean…us. us is new to me and i’m so used to being friendly and hiding my feelings for you! i’m just…i’m scared i’ll mess it up. i’m really excited to start this relationship with you vinnie.” he could see the way that your eyes watered over. how guilty you felt yet how utterly happy you were to be there with him.

“me too.”

“really?”

“of course. y/n you are the most beautiful human being, inside and out, that i have ever met. i wasn’t kidding when i said that i have dreamed of this moment.” he pushed a stray hair behind your ear and leaned in ever so slightly.

“see?” he whispered. “this would have been the perfect time for us to have our first kiss, if you didn’t ruin it.”

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“LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL SHE IS!” vinnie shouted at the young fans who were swarmed around you two. bella escorted you out from the drop of doom area and to the boardwalk.

“that drop was insane.”

“i know, right? i felt like a fucking bird.”

“i felt like jesus.” vinnie laughed at your eyes words as you happily skipped ahead of him, stopping once you saw the line up of prizes.

“oh my god, vincent. win me something.”

“huh? okay.”

“REALLY?!”

“of course! anything for you, sweetheart.” your heart swelled at his words and you were met with the bright colors of the prizes that hung above you.

“which one do you want?”

“i want one of the unicorns!” vinnie nodded and began the ball toss, listening to your critiques and call outs of random names that you had picked for the stuffed animal.

“i’ll name her princess!” you repeatedly hit his arm in excitement as he made another hole. “no, no! fairy!”

“angel, you do realize that that’s a unicorn right?”

“oh, yeah! i know!”

vinnie won and you jumped on his back and smothered him in kisses. the sight made him fall in love again.

“THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!”

“can i get one of the unicorns please?” vinnie asked, smiling at your small arms wrapped around his waist.

“which one?”

“what color?“ vinnie looked down at you as you peered up at the options. there was a pick unicorn, a lilac and a purple.

“pink!”

“the pink one.” your eyes lit up when vinnie handed you the large stuffed animal.

“what’s her name?”

“i shall name her fairy princess unicorn the second!”

“the second?”

“don’t question it!”

“okay! geez! can i hold her?”

“fine, but don’t drop her.”

continuing down the boardwalk, vinnie stopped to grab some water, fairy princess unicorn II still in his arms.

while you waited for him, a young woman had caught your eye, looking only a few years older than you. at first you thought she was a fan but then she spoke.

“hey! i like your jeans.”

my jeans?

“oh, thanks!”

“no problem. i could never pull of baggy jeans. it just makes me look like a marshmallow.” the two of you laughed as you waited for vinnie to come back.

“did you win that at a game?” the blonde asked.

“yeah!”

“which one?”

“ball toss..” you nodded.

“nice. my uh..my boyfriend has been trying to win me something all night, but at this point, i’m not even sure if he remembers what he was playing the game for…. some first date, huh?” she looked down at the ground.

you scoffed, “he ditched you to try and beat a game on your first date?”

“mmhm.”

“what game is he playing?” she pointed over to the man who was causing a scene. you had assumed that he was drunk as he shouted about how the game was rigged.

boxer cube.

you caught vinnie in the corner of your eye, walking towards you two. “hold on.”

“hey, babe?”

it was your first time calling him that…

“yeah, what’s up?”

“this guy over here is claiming that the boxer cube is rigged and his girlfriend is sad because he won’t leave the damn thing.”

vinnie just nodded,understanding what you were asking him.

he cut off the hollering man and asked if he could have a go.

“sure, but the damn thing is broken!”

“we’ll see about that…” vinnie whispered under his breathe before punching the bag and watching the numbers light up 926.

“works just fine! what one did you want?”

“the frog.” the blonde piped up, her boyfriends jaw dropped to the ground.

“here you go.” he handed her a frog before walking away, stopping as he remembered something. “and….” he threw a punch at the machine again, hitting it so hard that the lights all powered off. “one for me.” he smirked, grabbing a frog plushie.

“that was so fucking hot.”

vinnie laughed and leaned down to kiss you, running his fingers through your hair. “now fairy princess unicorn II has a brother!”

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