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TS-19: Part One

Season one, episode six (1/2)

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 4,825

Warnings: Slow burn, mention of character death, mentions of abuse,  the usual walking dead violence, language, blood, possible typos, and such.

Author’s Note: I don’t own anything from The Walking Dead, so all credit goes to their respective owners. This is a twd series rewrite with the reader inserted into the mix. I did and will continue to use dialogue from the actual show because I want it to be similar to what you’ve already watched, but obviously have the reader in it.

Comments: I’m a little iffy on this part and I don’t exactly know why, but that’s the main reason why it took me so long to finally post it. Nonetheless, I hope you like it!

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TWD Series Rewrite

The group and you were shockingly staring at the blinding light coming from inside of the C.D.C, the place that was thought to be abandoned or destroyed. This was a chance to finally be safe behind these walls from the dead and you weren’t about to pass on it even if the purpose of traveling here was pointless in your opinion.

“Y/N, Daryl, you two cover the back,” Shane instructed before he slowly entered the building with Rick leading. Once you and the hunter were inside, you surveyed the spacious area while still watching over your back for biters. The lobby was completely empty, but the hope you lost outside was now back, there had to be someone here.

Out of nowhere, a man handling a rifle came out of the shadows, making you hover your hand over your gun holster and tighten your grip on your machete. He looked tired, but well kept, telling you he had food and he even looked clean, god you hoped it was because of a shower because you could use one right about now.

“Anybody infected?” he questioned cautiously, cutting your observation short.  

“One of our group was, he didn’t make it,” Rick answered, making your eyes avert sadly to the ground, Jim didn’t deserve to meet that kind of fate. No one did.

“Why are you here? What do you want?” he asked, his voice slightly indicating he was nervous. You understood, he opened the doors unknown to who you all were and what your intentions were, for all he knew you could be lying.

“A chance,” Rick said.

The man wandered his eyes over everyone, inspecting you all before giving you all an answer to what you seeked most. You hoped he would take you all in, to you it wasn’t about a damn cure, you just wanted everyone to get away from the world. Not to act like how you were before this, but to just get a break and come up with a plan, staying here forever wasn’t an option.

“You all submit to a blood test, that’s the price of admission.” The request wasn’t asking much, and no one was infected, so he wouldn’t find anything alarming. So Rick agreed to it before the man lowered his weapon, “you got stuff to bring in, you do it now. Once this door closes, it stays closed.”

You stood guard at the door making sure any walkers didn’t come in or get near anyone when they rushed to enter as they retrieved their belongings. After everyone got what they need, which wasn't much, you all piled into the elevator, a little squished as your back would skim a part of Daryl’s torso where his arm could be felt hanging behind you, and the warmth of his breath on the back of your head. It made you feel slightly uncomfortable considering it was an awkward position to be in, but you mainly felt uneasy because of him. It didn’t seem he was too keen on physical contact since you felt him tense every time your body touched his, but you couldn’t help it since the elevator was moving and Lori’s hair in your face wasn’t helping either.

The man commanded what he referred to as “VI” to seal the main entrance and to kill the power up above while you secretly studied him, trying to figure him out, but your concentration was interrupted when Rick introduced himself.

“Dr. Edwin Jenner,” the doctor said as Rick offered his hand, but he looked away without completing the gesture. He then joked on how everyone looked harmless when Daryl questioned his weaponry, but said he would have to keep an eye on Carl. It wasn’t a good joke, but it made Carl smile and seeing him happy made you happy.

The elevator came to a stop and dinged, a hallway coming into view as you stepped out, happy to have your personal bubble back. According to the doctor, you were all underground which didn’t bother you too much, but it would had been nice to have windows for the natural sunlight, being away from walkers was better though.

Jenner then led you to a dark spacious place known as Zone 5 and you learned that he was the only remaining staff at the center.  

You were now in another room about to get your blood drawn as you sat patiently in the chair waiting for the doctor to get his needle ready. You wandered your orbs over your shoulder looking at everyone and saw Sophia looking a bit uneasy as she watched the doctor preparing the needle.

“It’s okay,” you assured, her expression faltered as she realized you were talking to her, “it’s just a quick little pinch.”

Just as you said that, the needle went into your arm without warning, but you didn’t flinch or break eye contact with the little girl, just smiled hoping it helped with her fear. She averted her attention to the needle in your arm, drawing your blood, and slightly smiled looking back at you, feeling better.

“How’d you get those bruises?”

You jerked your head towards the doctor, “oh, um, couple of guys jumped us,” you apathetically said as you shrugged.

He reluctantly nodded at your response, “they’re healing up nicely,” he awkwardly muttered.

After Jenner was done, you slowly stood up, knowing if you got up too quickly, you would see stars. You haven’t ate in a while, the last time being just a granola bar and a sip of water, so when you joined the others, you were not surprised when your stomach grumbled, pleading for you to fill it. So when Jenner said you would have a feast, you were ready to trample over everyone.

The group was gathered around a round table besides you, Glenn, and Daryl as you leaned your backside against one the counters while Glenn sat on the other next to you. Daryl was across you at the other counters, the sight before you was something you had never seen since being in this new world. Happiness. The laughter that bubbled out of everyone was music to your ears, despite the death and the worries out there, you were together and that was what mattered. In this moment, you were safe and away from the world above, finally able to let your guard down and have fun.

You had already gobbled up your plate, so you were casually drinking your glass of wine as Dale hinted at giving Carl a little, but Lori being Lori refused until Rick encouraged it. Dale handed the boy a glass with barely an inch of wine in it while you slowly sipped your own with a smile, waiting for the reaction you anticipated. Once Carl took a tiny sip, he disgustedly pulled back saying “ew,” causing everyone to laugh.

“Not ya Glenn, I wanna see how red ya face can get,” Daryl joked, making everyone have another fit of laughter. The joy that filled the room was contagious, but seeing the archer like that was rare, foreign, it made you beam seeing him this way. He must’ve felt eyes on him because he scanned the room only to be met with yours, his expression shifted a bit as your smile widen. You both kept your orbs trained on each other until another wave of glee erupted, that was when he tore his gaze off of you, but you kept staring. That was until he peeked back over, but you looked away before he could bare witness.  

You wandered over everyone, secretly checking if anyone saw the interaction, but you paused when you saw the doctor not having fun. Rick must’ve noticed too because he tapped his fork against his glass, stating you all hadn’t thanked your host properly. The group cheered their thanks while you raised your glass with a tight smile before taking another swig, something was up with with him, you just didn’t know what. It could be because he was all alone and thought he was the only one left or maybe it was the ruckus you all were making, but wouldn’t someone be happy for that?

“So when are ya gonna tell us what the hell happened here, Doc? All the … the other doctors that were supposed to be figuring out what happened, where are they?” Shane questioned, cutting the celebration short as everyone got quiet at the mood killer of a topic.

“We’re celebrating, Shane, don’t need to do this now,” Rick warned.

“Whoa, wait a second,” he said, putting his hand up as if he was offended, “this is why we’re here, right? This was your move … supposed to find all the answers, instead we,” he paused and chuckled, “we found him. Found one man, why?”

You scoffed at his behavior and his stupid question earning an irritated and questioning look from Shane, “what do you think? The rest of the people left, didn’t want to stay here when the world turned to shit, wanted to be with their families or maybe they couldn’t face the world and opted out,” you trailed off before downing your glass.

“Is she right?” Andrea questioned, earning a grim nod from the doctor, “you didn’t leave, why?”

“I just kept working, hoping to do some good.”

You wanted to ask if he had family or why didn’t he give up, but you didn’t want anyone questioning you about that stuff or feed into Shane’s questions, so you decided to not say anything else and stared into your empty glass.

“Dude, you are such a buzzkill,” Glenn scoffed at Shane.

Soon after, you all finished your meal and recovered from that party pooper, so Jenner could show you where you’d be staying at. Most of the facility was powered down, including housing, but all you cared about was something to sleep on. When you were informed that there was hot water, a shower was the second thing you cared for. The thought of taking a shower never made you so elated until now, like they say, you don’t know how good you had it ‘till it’s gone.

You stripped your dirty clothes, turned on the faucet, and gradually stepped inside the thing you thought you would never be able to use again since the police station. Once the soothing warm water hit your skin, you grinned as bubbles of laughter escaped your throat, the feeling of all the blood, sweat, dirt, and grime now washed away down the drain. The sensation of your fingers massaging into your scalp as you shampooed your greasy locks made you moan, you couldn’t wait to get to your body.

After you forced yourself out of the shower, you climbed into a pair of tight fitting shorts that was just long enough to cover your bottom, but the baggy t-shirt you pulled over your head stopped at your mid thigh, giving you coverage. Even though going to sleep on a couch sounded great to you, you wanted to venture off and take advantage of not having to fight to survive, to enjoy life like before even if it was just for tonight.

You combed your fingers through your soaked hair while holding a bottle of whiskey in your other hand as you trudged down the hallway, seeking the one man you could have some fun with.

Speak of the devil, you thought, a smile tugged at his lips as he waved when he saw you.

“Hey, Glenn! Just the man I was looking for!” you beamed.

He chuckled with a questionable expression, so you waved the bottle in the air, wiggling your eyebrows and giggling once Glenn nodded in amusement. He brought you to the room where he was staying in and you both settled down on the couch, passing the bottle as you both played never have I ever.

“Never have I ever driven a black sports car,” Glenn slurred with a smirk, already handing you the bottle. He was already tipsy from dinner, so he was bound to be wasted sooner or later.

“Wow, I hate you,” you playfully rolled your eyes as you grinned, snatching the bottle and taking a gulp, the liquid no longer burning your throat after drinking so much, it coated it. You had a high tolerance for alcohol whereas Glenn was a lightweight, he was already starting to get drunk while you were just now getting buzzed.

“Okay, I think I’m going to keep this,” you said after Glenn tried to grab the bottle back, missing completely, making it difficult for you to contain your laughter.

“Ugh, fine,” he pouted, slumping as he laid the side of his head on the couch, “what do you wanna do nowwww?”

You smiled, tapping the bottle as you looked at it, thinking of what to do next. The thought of Daryl crossed your mind, wondering if you should go and visit him, but he probably wanted to be alone or already sick and tired of you up his ass. One thing you could do, get some information on him, and the person in front of you would have some possibly.

“Hey, Glenn,” you softly spoke as you eyed the bottle and rubbed it, “what do you know about Daryl?”

He shot his head up and groaned before rubbing his temple, “he has a brother, Merle, and he’s a pretty good hunter and-”

“Glenn, I know that,” you chuckled, “I… I mean what else do you know about him that I don’t?”

He furrowed his brows, trying to think in his drunken state, “I don’t really know, he is… he is a mystery. I think I heard him say he and Merle were just riding around for a long while before the-they showed up … the dead.”

“Yeah, he sure is a mystery,” you tailed off, disappointed that there was nothing that could help you understand him a bit better. What did you expect? To know everything there was about him? You wanted to get to know him, not because you loved mysteries, even though it played a minor factor, but you genuinely wanted to be his friend. The question was, would he let you?

Snoring brought you back to reality, Glenn was passed out with his mouth hanging open, making you shake your head and smile at the sight, he was definitely going to feel it in the morning. You made a mental note to get him some aspirin in the morning as you helped him lay on the couch, draping a blanket across his form before grabbing the liquor bottle to head out.

You snuck your way out the door, afraid to make a sound, and went to close the door. Once you softly, but swiftly shut the door, a gravelly cough made its way to your ears, making you lightly gasp and your eyes widen as it caught you off guard.

“Ya sleepin’ with that Chinaman?” he questioned, making you furrow your brows because you could’ve sworn you heard a hint of jealousy in his voice, but you dismissed it seeing it wasn’t possible, then again you could test your theory.

You turned around with a smile tugging at your lips, “you jealous?”

He faltered and replied with a quick and abrupt no, scoffing before brushing past you. You weren’t about to let him get away that easy, so you sped up, mimicking his pace as you continued to walk down the hallway.

“No”

“No, what?” he grunted without looking in your direction, finally reaching his room and yanking the door open with you entering, closing the door behind you.

“I’m not sleeping with Glenn, not my type,” you said, earning a hum from the archer who sat on the floor, his back against the couch while he chewed on his thumbnail.

“So what is ya type?” he asked as you situated yourself beside him, taking a swig from the bottle with a grin at his question.

“Don’t really know. Guess I don’t actually have a type, I’m interested who I’m interested in,” you shrugged, taking another gulp before offering it to Daryl who obliged and took a sip.

You sat in silence, passing the liquor around until you spoke what was on your mind, “do you… do you think there’s hope? I want to believe that there’s a cure or somehow we’ll survive, but I don’t think it’s possible.”

“I don’t know,” he softly rasped.

You grimly chuckled, downing more of the contents in the bottle, “I’m supposed to be dead,” you whispered.

Daryl stopped biting his thumbnail and stared at you, seeing tears surfacing as you bit your lip and bent your head back to prevent them from falling.

“I … I was on a camping trip with my aunt and uncle, they wanted me to get out since I love the outdoors … after Rick got shot right in front of me. One night I asked either one of them to get some crackers for smores since I forgot them in my tent, so my aunt volunteered,” you paused and sighed feeling a single tear run down your cheek, “then we heard a scream. A walker was eating her … I killed it, but more came. We fought and fought, but it wasn’t enough. My uncle told me to take our stuff and leave before he-they killed him too.”

“It was my fault, all because I forgot stupid graham crackers and I couldn’t save them,” you sniffled, running your hands over your face.

“Hey, it ain’t ya fault. Ya did what ya could, you could’a died.”

“I wanted too, I ran out of the woods and made my way back home when everyone was evacuating. I couldn’t leave, didn’t have a car and they were everywhere, so I stayed in my house for three weeks. I … I almost killed myself, Daryl, I walked outside in my backyard and stood there, waited for them, but my aunt and uncle stopped me. I know it was my imagination, but they saved me,” you said through your tears.

You didn’t know why you confided in him, but you had to get it out, and knew he wouldn’t judge you. The guilt you felt was weighing on you, you were alive and well while they died a tragic death, they didn’t deserve it. They deserved to be there with you, but apart of you didn’t want them to have to live in this world.

“Uh-I’m sorry,” you apologized, wiping your tears as you frantically stood up. The regret of sharing your burdens with him crashed into you like waves, screaming for you to run away, “I shouldn’t have.”

“Keep the whiskey,” you muttered, seeing him approach before slamming the door shut, pacing away into another room, so he couldn’t follow. You quickly shut the door and backed against it, wiping your face once more before realizing there was muffled arguing going on in the next room. You cautiously looked out into the hallway, peering both ways, making sure the hunter wasn’t searching for you. Once you made sure the coast was clear, you walked towards the door and peeked behind you, but before you could look forward, you collided into something solid.

“Woah, there,” Shane chuckled, a lopsided grin plastered on his face as his hands were on the sides of your arms. He reeked of booze and it made you grimace, but you didn’t show it, instead you gave him a tight lipped smile.

“Sorry, didn’t see you there,” you faked laughed. You peered over his shoulder and noticed he came out of the door you were on your way to enter, “I was about to go in there, is anyone else in there?”

His brows knitted together, but kept his teeth showing, “you read books, now that’s funny, you hated reading back in high school,” he said as he rubbed your arms before pushing a strand of hair that had fallen in your face, making you extremely uncomfortable. You didn’t know how you missed it before, but he had fresh scratch marks on the side of his neck indicating he earned that from a women just moments ago. Lori and him had a tense conversation back at the quarry, it had to be her in the room, but what was going on between them?

“Uh-is Lori in there,” you questionly pointed toward the door with your thumb and that’s when his expression slightly changed, but a smile crept back on his face again, a lustful smile.

“Now that don’t matter, Y/N.” The way your name rolled off his tongue made a shiver run down your spine, but not in a good way, the way he said it was different.

“Okay, well, I’ll just make my way back to my room, have a good night.” You lightly, but forcefully pushed his hands away and maneuvered your way around him. You started to speed walk back to your room while trying not to make it obvious, but within a split second he was by your side.

“I can walk ya.”

You mentally panicked, you’d never seen him act this way before and it was scaring you, now you wished you didn’t run away from Daryl. This situation was much worse and you prayed you could run away from it too.

The door to your room was closer and you felt relief wash over you, he would go back to his room and you’d be able to go to sleep, but the thought flew right out the window when his hand went on top of yours as you grabbed the door knob.

“Can I come in? I could go for more drinks,” he slurred, as he lightly dragged your hand off the knob and kept it in his grip.

You cleared your throat, slowly releasing your hand from his hold with a tight lipped smile that didn’t quite meet your eyes, “uh, I was actually going to just go to sleep. Thanks for the offer though.”

The escape you planned was a finger away, but Shane had different plans as he pinned you against the door. One of his hands were roughly on your hip while the other was behind your neck, his thumb grazing your cheekbone. Your breath nervously hitched as his eyes roamed your body with lust before pressing his into yours.

“I’ve always liked ya, Y/N, but ya picked Rick every single time. Everyone always does,” he dryly chuckled.

“I don’t pick Rick in the way you’re implying,” you stated as calmly as you could despite the position you were in, you weren’t about to show him your true emotion, fear.

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N, but that’s nice to know ‘cause,” he trailed off, the pads of his finger digging into your waist as he brought his mouth near your ear, “I was hopin’ you liked me.”

“Shane, get off of me, I’m not interested,” you sternly requested, but quickly regretted it as he huffed, the strong odor of alcohol fanning over your face, making you turn away from his, but he roughly clamped his hand under your jaw, forcing you to look at him. His eyes flooded with anger and determination, he wasn’t going to stop and you felt vulnerable like you did when you were with Dave. Your mind told you to fight back whereas your body prevented you from moving a muscle, but you needed to override your system, get him away.

Once his guard was down from moving one of his hands near what was between your legs, you pushed him away and he clumsily fell on the ground, he was more intoxicated than you thought.

“What the hell is goin’ on here?” Daryl roughly questioned, as he approached the altercation. Once he noticed your terrified, but furious state he carefully placed his hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you the best way he could since he was never good at it, but you flinched at the contact. He knew it had to be really bad for you to react like that and it made him fume with rage knowing that someone caused that. Daryl bent over, balling his fists into Shane’s shirt, dragging him to eye level, “what’d ya do?”

“We were just having fun, hillbilly,” he chuckled, “but I lost my balance and fell,” Shane lied. Daryl glanced over at you for confirmation just to be sure even though he didn’t believe him. You stood with your arms crossed over your chest and your eyes fixated on the ground, feeling violated and betrayed by someone who was your friend, your best friend. Daryl’s stare on you made you hesitantly lift your glossy eyes and lock them with his, and that was all the archer needed to see.

“Don’t ya ever touch her again, ya hear me? ‘Cause next time ya do, ya won’t walk away,” he seethed, grunting as he pushed him away into the wall.

Daryl peered over to you, but glared back at Shane when he heard him scoff, “you won’t do shit, redneck. Why do you even care anyways? All you ever cared about was your good for nothing brother and yourself. He’s gone, dead, and you’ll end up just like him.”

The hunter wanted to pounce on him, but he refrained from doing so when your hand clasped around his wrist and softly tugged, “he’s not worth it,” you mumbled as you gave Shane a death stare.

Daryl’s head barely nodded as he backed up, your grasp loosened and eventually fell back to your side before he motioned for you to go ahead of him. You walked a couple steps down the hall and glanced behind you to see Daryl slowly following, his eyes still on Shane’s.

“You alright? Daryl asked once you rounded a corner, now out of sight. You turned around and nodded, getting an okay nod in return, you didn’t know what would’ve happened if he hadn’t showed up, and you were glad you didn’t find out.  

“Thanks, I don’t know what got into him, probably the alcohol.”

“That don’t make it okay,” he grunted, making you mentally curse yourself, he was right. You always made excuses for people that did bad things or made mistakes, saying they’re just going through a rough time or they won’t do it again, so you forgave them. Most of the time you blamed yourself, especially when it came to Dave, you convinced yourself you had to have done something to piss him off so much for him to do the things he did to you.

“Yeah, you’re right, nothing excuses what he did,” you muttered with guilt, casting your eyes anywhere other than the hunter. Daryl walked passed you causing you to glance back up, he motioned for you to come with him which left you a little confused, but you didn’t question it as you obliged.

“He didn’t-”

“He didn’t go too far, you stopped him,” you assured, slowly walking beside him.

He shook his head in disagreement, “nah, ya did that.”

“I’m not going to win this argument, am I?” you joked. When he shook his head, you broke out into a cheeky grin causing the archer to slightly do the same.

Daryl stopped at his door and hovered his hand over the knob, but retracted it as he turned around, “ya wanna stay here? I figured ya wouldn’t want ta go back ta yer room after,” he trailed off, pointing his thumb in the direction you both came from.  

“Thanks, Daryl,” you smiled, making him nod his head before you both headed into his room. He placed a pillow down on the floor near the couch along with a blanket, doing the same to the couch. You thanked him as you bent down to lay on the makeshift bed on the floor, but he prevented you from doing so as he placed his arm in front of you.

“What do ya think ya doin’? Ya sleepin’ on the couch.”

“Daryl, I don’t-”

“Ya aren’t goin’ ta win this argument either,” he replied, causing the corner of your mouth to twitch up, but you suppressed it and surrendered, going to lay on the couch.

You positioned yourself on your side, facing the hunter with his back to you, the motions of his body as he breathed captivating your attention which sounded a little creepy in your head, okay maybe a lot of creepy, but oh well you couldn’t help it. What he presented himself to be wasn’t all of him and you hoped what he hid of himself would leak out.   

Surprisingly it didn’t take long for you to snooze off, maybe it was because of not having to worry or maybe it was the man in the room that you grew fond of, either way you were happy you weren’t alone.

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A little delayed, due to my awkward vacation timing, but I have been playing WarioWare Gold a ton since coming home, so it's time for an impressions post.

Just gonna say right off the bat that I will be talking about the final stage and while spoilers really aren't a big deal in WarioWare, I do think that the stage is much cooler if you don't know anything about it, beforehand.

Let's go by bullet points, for the sake of organization:

Story

At it's core the individual characters' stories are still simple, but fun affairs, however I do think that the voice acting does a lot to add a ton of energy and personality to it, with the characters being more lively then ever and able to express more, well...character then ever before, I mean who in the world saw 18-Volt's story being so rap-tastic coming? I also enjoy how the remix stages actually have the characters get together and interact a bit, that's something I always wanted to see and here it is.

Amazingly enough the main story is actually a little more developed this time around, with Wario becoming increasingly more agitated by the player progressing in the Wario Bowl. This reaches it's peak during the Wario Deluxe stage, when Wario actively opposes the player and the entire presentation of the stage is not only surprisingly climactic, but it really does give you the impression that you are fighting against someone, especially when Wario starts to take away your ability to know which controls to use for the next microgame, only for Lulu to come in and go against him. Story progression mid-stage, a first for WarioWare.

I did not expect it, but Gold really did go further to do more with the Ware cast and world, which is something I greatly appreciate and I think the team behind WWGold knew what they were doing, when considering the sheer amount of positive buzz that the cutscenes, voice acting and general presentation are generating online.

Visuals

The new designs are understandably divisive and I did raise an eyebrow myself once or twice (looking at you, Dr. Crygor), but honestly, the new style as a whole, along with the designs I used to be iffy on, have grown on me while playing the game, I just appreciate that Ware is getting more of it's own visual identity again, instead of it just copying Rhythm Heaven's artstyle (which I do enjoy, I should clarify), like Game & Wario did.

The microgames themselves naturally got a lot of graphical updates, some more major then others, but it is the usual zany WarioWare fare and in some cases the visual changes can help to make a returning game feel just a touch more different.

One downside to the visuals is that the added production values in the form of full voice acting make the very flash-esque nature of the cutscene animations a lot more appearent. It's not a huge deal, since WarioWare has always been simplistic in it's animation style (though it did start to look surprisingly nice in Game & Wario) and in a way that's part of the charm, but it can be distracting at times and it's really blatant when a character just has their base artwork plastered into a scene, rather then a unique drawing.

Music

The game is full with catchy beats as always and I was bobbing my head along a lot while playing, but I want to adress two particular highlights:

-First are the unlockable records, which include all previous vocal themes, but not in their in-game versions, but rather their uncompressed original forms! Sure the instrumentations for several of the tracks are a bit simplistic, but clearer sound quality is really nice, even if I liked the original GBA/DS versions all the same.

-The Final Stage theme, which adds to the surprisingly climactic nature of it all, especially since it is essentially a dark reprise of Gold's main theme:

Voice Acting

A major addition to the game and there were bound to be a lot of voice changes, so this is where opinions are going to split a lot, but I found the acting quality as a whole to be a pleasent surprise. Nobody sounds bad, I got used to the voice changes rather quickly, the voices fit the characters, with Ashley and 18-Volt being particularly perfectly cast and Charles Martinet continues to be brilliant as Wario, to the surprise of nobody ever.

Gameplay

It's WarioWare, but for the first time since Smooth Moves it's a new title where control is really the only major gimmick to the game, which is nice to have again. We get four stage dedicated to the Mash, Tilt and Touch controls, two remix stages  and Wario Deluxe, which mix those, along with Fronk microgames and Mic games, several Challenge modes and missions.

The Fronk and Mic games have a more downplayed presence then I expected, especially the Mic games, which there's only 5 of, along with a few Wario Deluxe games that also involve the mic and I honestly think that's alright, I didn't mind the Mic games in Touched as many others did, but the control scheme makes many of the games feel very alike in how you play, so it's not really suitable for a whole stage in my opinion.

The basic gameplay is classic WarioWare, without any major tweaks to the formula, though some stages will have you switch between the different control schemes, which thankfully works better then I initially worried it would, with the transition being pretty smooth and giving you time to adjust, without breaking the pace.

The microgames are an interesting case, most are returning ones, but a number of them have seen some tweaks to make them feel a little more fresh, such as Smooth Moves' games being repurposed to work with Tilt or Touch controls or how Loot Scoot from the first game is now a boss game or how some games while largely the same have slightly altered objectives, such as the Mario Clash microgame requiring you to hit an enemy twice, on Level 3. With that said, even with those changes the feeling of familiarity with the old games is still quite appearent, the combination of new visuals, gameplay tweaks, new games in between and having them all mixed together does a good job of not presenting the game like a rehash, but rather a ''best off'', but if learning and memorizing whole sets of brand new microgames was one of you favorite parts in previous games, then this one won't deliver as well in that regard.

The challenge modes range from the usual Tower modes, to the welcomed return of WarioWatch and Gamer, as well as four new ones, like my personal favorite of the new modes ''Split Screen'', which has you alternate between the 3DS' screens, essentially playing the games back to back, with no transition and very little time to prepare. After Game & Wario I got interested in the idea of trying to mix the WarioWare gameplay with some major gimmicks like Gamer did, so I was naturally happy about this.

Souvenirs

This is one part that's a bit disappointing, there's some good ones here, such as the music records, the ability to voice cutscenes yourself or extra minigames, but many of them feel like filler, such as alarm clocks of every single character or phone numbers, which are only there to be used on the phone souvenirs and aren't interesting on their own. This is one aspect of the game that feels like it got the short end of the stick, the souvenirs were always just toys to play around with, but you got a lot of creative stuff out of it, there isn't a whole lot of that here, unfortunately.

Wario Land References

I am fine with Ware doing it's own thing, but I always appreciate nods to Wario's other major series as well and Gold is really generous in that regard.

-The entire plot of the game is kicked off by Wario stealing a treasure.

-Loot Scoot which was blatantly Land inspired has been promoted to a boss minigame.

-The new version of Driver's Ed from Smooth Moves has Wario drive in his car from Land 4.

-18-Volt's set includes a Land 3 microgame.

-The new version of Fly ' n' Fall from DIY features Tiny Warios.

So yeah, you have listened to me gush over the game for long enough. It doesn't reinvent the wheel, but it's the first Ware game in a long time and the first non-experimental Ware game in an even longer time and it does a lot of things that I like and/or wanted to see, so yeah, of course I'm going to be happy.

Good game, that's the sweet and short version right there.

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Champagne Mixed with a Bit of Adrenaline [h.s.]

A/N: this was a request from an anon and I finally got it done! It’s meant to go with this amazing piece of art. :-)  this piece is dedicated to the amazing @tiostyles because Brianne kept it from getting lost in the void LMAO. her support inspired me to finish it so thanks Brianne ilyvm :-) sorry for any mistakes or typos! Drop by my inbox with opinions bc I’m kinda?? Iffy on it?? Anywho, enjoy!

Harry likes to think he has stamina. He’s proven it countless of times before and he’s sure he will continue to prove it until the end of his days.

A great example would be that one time on the tour bus when he had popped a stiffy around 9 PM and couldn’t do anything about it, since no one was planning on going to bed yet, so he couldn’t sneak away to handle it. He’d had to wait until well after 1 AM, when the snoring elephants known as his band mates were conked out cold, to sneak into the bathroom with his Astroglide and rub out a quick one to a picture of Y/N wearing nothing but a pink, sheer silk button-up with the word “Styles” embroidered on the chest pocket.

Or the time when he and Y/N had attended a family get-together that his mother had thrown at his old house in the new pool she’d had built. Y/N had gotten the brilliant idea to grope him during a game of water volleyball and he’d had to play actively, all whilst doing his best to make sure no one saw the raging boner tenting his Gucci lion-printed swim trunks. After the underwater fun was over and the barbecue was done, his mom had condemned him to stay and help clean up. Washing dishes with his dick leaking wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time.

After that long night, Harry had given his mom a quick kiss goodbye and ignored her comments about how it was odd for his jacket to be tied backwards around his waist. He’d dragged a grinning Y/N to his car, setting route to their apartment but somehow ending up in an abandoned mall square, fucking in the backseat of his Rover.

And don’t even get him started on the time he lost three rounds of Go Fish to Y/N and, as retribution, had to wear a vibrating cock ring to Lux’s birthday party. Trying to explain to a four year old why his lap was vibrating, all while maintaining a cool composure, should’ve been made into an Olympic sport because the sheer amount of concentration and determination needed was truly out of this fucking world. Not only that, but fucking in a bathroom the size of a coat closet wasn’t necessarily prime, either. Lou had been having her upstairs bathroom remodeled and the one in the living room was too obvious, so they’d had to sneak down to the one in the basement. It was tiny, cramped, and smelled way too much like lemon-scented Lysol. His left leg had fallen asleep, but as if that wasn’t bad enough, Y/N had decided to up and leave halfway through and left him horribly blue-balled. Giving a toast to his goddaughter’s coming-of-age wasn’t really fluent when casually trying to cover up the bulge in his jeans with a Hello Kitty placemat.

However, all throughout these situations, Harry had managed to keep an unfazed, calm façade and had not given in to the woes of the intense exertion that was required of him. So, yes, he most definitely likes to say he has stamina. He’s entitled to say it. With all of the shit he’s been through, it’s the least he deserves.

But tonight, his hardcore ability to sustain such troubles has decided to fail him. And, hell, did it fail him.

Harry’s not quite sure what happened, but he knows that it’s likely do to all of the post-performance adrenaline that has been bubbling and toiling through his veins since he set foot off stage after his surprise LA performance at the Troubadour. It had been quite the show, considering he’d had Stevie bloody Nicks accompanying and dueting with him. Every nerve-ending on his body was set to full throttle, every hair standing to the very tip with excitement-induced electricity, and as he stepped outside the building, the cool night air burned his simmering skin like acid (which he’s pretty sure cool air isn’t supposed to do).

He was sweating buckets from the stage lights and the close proximity of the venue, but he loves the intimacy of it all. He felt more connected to his fans this way, so he thinks it to be worth it. His body, however, begs to differ.

Right after they’d disappeared backstage, Stevie had immediately demanded that they all go out for drinks to celebrate Harry’s blooming career, and how could he say no to her? Two Fiji waters and a limo ride later, they ended up in a classy joint that Harry didn’t care enough to try and interpret the name of because it was in a language he didn’t know (French, maybe? Or Italian?), and he was oh-so very wired. The champagne was bubbly and silky smooth against his sensitive taste buds, the dim miniature chandelier above their booth casting just enough shadows to hide the itchy flush that is crawling up his neck.

His sheer black shirt is sticking to a thin sheen of sweat that has materialized down his back and he’s fairly certain that his golden-glitter pants weren’t this tight when he got them tailored. His feet feel as if they are floating in pools of sweat, the leather Gucci shoes not doing his heated body any favors. And that’s when he feels it.

Harry shifts slightly in his seat as Mitch slides in next to him, nudging his elbow off the table in a best-mate-rivalry type of way. His body instinctually bends forward slightly as all of his upper weight loses the support of the red oak surface, torso reeling to the side as he giggles and elbows him back, and that’s when it hits him like a bus. He feels his dick twitch against his damp thigh, his jerky movements combined with the frenzied nerves from the performance setting every comatose hormone in his blood on fire.

A small yip of surprise escapes past his lips, eyes wide as his thighs give a hard clench and his fingers tighten around his champagne flute. Stevie had been speaking about a concert she had done a while back in Georgia when Harry decides to have this teeny spectacle, his not-so-manly squeak slicing through the calm, cool atmosphere of the bar. Everyone looks over to him, eyebrows raised here and there in concern.

Harry swallows down his unsteadiness, forcing a tiny, soft smile across his stinging cheeks. He lifts his hand a bit higher in front of himself to draw attention to his drinking glass, swirling the golden liquid around for emphasis. “It’s the champagne. Sipped too fast.”

His voice comes out strained, but he manages to cover it up with a faux hiccup to give his whole act a touch of authenticity. Everyone seems to buy it as they return their attention to the other singer at the table, intrigued by her story. He hears Jeff mumble, “lightweight” under his breath, a couple of the guys snickering along with him as Harry pins the man with a death glare.

“You sure you’re alright?” Mitch’s soft voice hitches Harry’s ears, dragging his attention away from his producer. “You’re sweating and the lights are barely even on.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just taking me a little longer to wind down. Since I sung with a legend and all, y'know?”

But he’s not fine. Not fine at all. If anything, he’s doing the opposite of winding down. He’s winding up– a glance at his lap easily confirms that. He hears blood starting to pound in his head, toes starting to go numb as he feels his balls tightening in his briefs. An annoying piece of hair keeps falling into his eyes and he contemplates ripping it off, but wagers against it since that might be considered too much of a scene. The back of his thighs are chafing in the thick material of his sequined bottoms and he’s positive he has some killer pit stains going, but he can’t will his body to stop. So he does the next best thing: He snatches the champagne bottle and pours himself another glass.

Harry’s not sure how much time passes by. It’s a blur of fizzy liquid, bright laughter, low lights and a swelling dull ache in his groin. He’s not necessarily drunk but he is buzzed, the alcohol having smoothed out the rough edges of his craving. His upper lip itches every now and then as sweat accumulates on the faint hairs he’s grown out and he has to constantly wipe at his face as nonchalantly as possible to avoid detection. The lack of personal space around the table only grates at his nerves even more because he can feel the heat of all the bodies absorbing into his clothes, turning him into the most sparkly-pantsed rotisserie chicken to ever exist. And the most irritated, at that.

But Harry will be damned if he passes up this iconic opportunity to have drinks with an icon herself. He’d been dreaming about such a moment since he could walk and he refuses to let a boner destroy one of the best to-be memories of his life. At this crucial state, he calls upon all of the times he had managed to power through similar situations and uses them to pump himself (pun intended) up, getting it through his tipsy skull that he can do it. He covered a hard-on with a Hello Kitty decoration, for fuck’s sake. Anything is truly possible!

Unfortunately, after a few more minutes lull by, Harry apparently will be damned.

He thinks he’s finally got it under reign when he sneaks a peek under the elegant maroon serviette in his lap, watching his pride crumble beneath his slightly-clouded eyes. His dick had leaked through his briefs and into his flared pants, the patch of cloth over his crotch noticeably darker than the rest of the material. His eyes squeeze shut as his nails dig into the palm of his hand through the napkin, biting down on his tongue as he feels his cock decides to give up on the slow burn and rather starts to throb sharply under the table.

Fuck his hormones for deciding to make him be a horny fourteen-year-old today, fuck his post-performance adrenaline for choosing to whip him up into a mess rather than dissolving away quietly like usual, fuck the champagne for making his eyelids droopy and his tongue heavy (although he will credit it for helping take the edge off), and most of all, just fuck himself for believing he could progress through this little get-together without bursting at the bleeding seams.

And apparently the universe agrees with him because as Harry sits there, seeing angry flashes of blue and yellow behind his screwed eyelids and wallowing in his self-hatred, Stevie calls his name from across the table.

“Harry?”

His head snaps up, eyes flying open in alarm as he attempts to calibrate himself back into the setting. A tight, croaky “hm?” thrums in his throat as he focuses on the blonde women across from him, her expression one of curiosity.

“Are you alright? You’re really pale, honey. And you seem kinda off a bit.” Stevie leans forward, setting down her almost-empty champagne flute and eyeing him thoughtfully.

Everyone’s attention turns to him, all of the separate conversations that had been going dying down to soft murmurs and silence. Harry’s not one for stage fright (his career had beaten that out of him ages ago), but he’s pretty sure this is how it feels. It feels like every person around him is seeing straight into his soul and he’s never wanted to disappear into thin air more than at this moment.

“I’m fine!” He swallows thickly, nodding weakly and he’s honestly trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

“S'just the rush of having you here is still…” he motions around the air with his arms to suggest an aura of excitement, “it’s still circulating– hasn’t piped down. It’s a dream come true and the starstruck feeling hasn’t stopped lingering. Plus, all the jumping around I did is really coming back to bite me in the ass. Never wear heels, guys. Huge mistake.”

The entire table bursts into a chorus of light laughter, Harry smiling sheepishly as he pushes the hair back from his face, ignoring how damp his scalp is. He chuckles quietly as his friends begin to take digs at his wardrobe and nearly faints when Stevie comes to his rescue, threatening to break one of the drinking glasses over Jeffery’s head for attacking Harry’s “unique and renowned” sense of style.

After a bit more banter, Stevie excuses herself to go use the loo. He sees her walking around to his side of the rounded booth, leaning down to talk beside him.

“I can tell you’re really out of it at the moment. Y'look really tired. Why don’t you go ahead and go rest up and me and you can do lunch tomorrow? You’ve been kinda detached the whole time and I’d really like to get to know you a bit more. Maybe even talk a collaboration. Who knows?” She pinches his broad shoulders playfully in a way that reminds him of his mom, patting him on the back. “I’ll text Roger to set up a reservation at Cafe Habana. Heard you fancy it?”

Harry nods so fast he feels whiplash lick at the back of his brain. “Yeah! It’d be an honor.”

“Alright. See you then.”

He watches as she walks away, rounding a corner to the restrooms and he immediately turns to Mitch, who’s in the middle of actively listening to Jeff and Sarah’s conversation about a Discovery Channel documentary over mermaids.

A tap to the shoulder gets Harry his designated attention and he speaks quick and breathless. “I’m going back to my hotel. Tell everyone I was feeling really tired, will you?”

Harry manages to wriggle his way out of the booth without embarrassing himself, leaving the trusty serviette behind as he sprints for the glass doors of the bar, socks damp in his loafers and that stupid piece of hair flopping against his forehead. The cold late night air runs the simmering stiffness from his skin (but leaving it as is somewhere else), swirling into his lungs and refreshing his mind. He has a driver on the phone in a split second and is getting into a limo the next minute, headed for his hotel with the window down and the wind sifting its fingers through his curls, helping air out all of his pent up frustration.

Before he knows it, Harry’s fumbling with the key card to his king suit, cursing under his breath as it gets jammed and squinting angrily at the tiny red light that flashes on the silver mechanism. As soon as the door pushes open, he surges through, kicking it closed and tearing down the column of buttons on his expensive silk shirt. His mind immediately begins to weave out a fantasy, the fingers that are popping open his shirt molding from his own into Y/N’s. And just like that, she’s there with him. She’s there, sponging her gentle, warm lips against the racing pulse on his neck, licking down his collarbones and biting at the the tight muscles of his broad shoulders as she roughly rips the sticky shirt down his arms.

Harry’s breathing is ragged as his fingers fly to his belt buckle, fumbling with the clasp and seeing nothing but her taunting, lust-filled eyes as she’d sharply yank the leather strap from around his slender hips, undoing his zipper as he toes off his squeaky shoes. His pants are discarded in a pile by the couch and he’s rummaging through his Nike carry-on for his trusty bottle of Astroglide, positive that he’d tucked it into the inside pocket of the bag. He comes up fruitful, whooping silently in victory as he paces to the humongous bed across the elegant room, feeling her imaginary presence looming behind him as he crawls onto the fluffy comforter.

He momentarily wagers whether he should call up Y/N for some help because having her voice is better than having to envision it. He weighs against it, knowing that since it’s 1 AM here in LA, it’s around 9 AM over in London and she’s more than likely not even up yet considering she loves sleep almost as much as she loves him.

Harry sits with his back against the tall headboard, shimmying out of his dark red CK briefs and spreading his legs wide open, sighing in relief as he feels his balls settle beneath him onto the mattress. He hadn’t realized the true extremity of how wound up he had been until now.

He thumbs the cap of the lube open, wiping off the crusty dry bits against the duvet and squirting some onto his palm, shivering at how cool it is. After some shifting around and stacking a couple of pillows into a plush mountain, he gives his cock a few leisurely tugs, worrying his lip between his two front teeth and hissing out all of the accumulated stress from the entire night.

It doesn’t take long for him to get a set rhythm, his rings scraping softly against his prick as the lube squishes in between the cracks where the metal and the skin of his fingers meet.

Harry’s head leans back again the cold mahogany surface of the bed frame, his hand working up and down his engorged length as he gulps down the screams that are threatening to overcome him, mewling her name out into the dimness of the room. His translucent skin is bumpy with green and blue veins, the head of his cock a dangerous shade of reddish purple as a tiny river of precome leaks out steadily. It runs down and over his fingers as he pumps himself, mixing with the lube to form a cloudy mess. His toes are curling against the sheets and his back muscles are contracting against the headboard as his body bends all out of shape in order to produce an orgasm.

His huge hand squeezes himself snugly, breathy whimpers and quick, low moans streaming from his mouth without control because he just doesn’t care anymore. He doesn’t care because Harry can see her– sees her as she is pressed up against his side with one of her legs holding his own wide open, her small hand stroking him messily as she sucks love bites onto his chest and tweaks his puffy nipples, breath gooey and warm and so fucking hot as she mumbles praises against into neck. “God, you’re so fucking big, Har. All thick and warm inside me and nice and heavy in my mouth, yeah? Wanna make you come. Can you do that for me?”

Long, drawn-out “ohs” and “ughs” fill the stale air around him, wet slapping sounds bouncing back from the paisley-printed walls of the large room as Harry nods his head, not caring whether she’s here or not to see it. His face contorts into expressions of sheer bliss, eyebrows raising and scrunching in pleasure as his jaw hangs loose, head rutting back against the surface of the frame as cracked whines drip endlessly from his swollen, rosy lips. He thumbs over his sensitive cockhead, massaging circles into the skin and jerking against the mattress as he feels a boiling warmth pooling in his tummy, getting ready to explode at any given second.

Harry’s chest is flushed a dull red as he urges himself not to come, wanting to make this last as long as possible. Sweat stings every pore across his skin and he pretends it’s Y/N’s nails scratching memories across his torso. She’s everywhere; plastered across the ceiling and the walls of the room, all over his twitching body, her smell burning his nose and her pretty lips and doey eyes deeply rooted into his brain. It’s her own hands that are cupping and working him towards release as she licks sloppily at his tip, sucking gently every now and then while keeping direct eye contact with him. She spits on him just how he likes it, twisting her fist around his circumstance to give the handjob an array of new sensations.

His own hand mimics the fantasy, teeny mewls of, “oh, shit” and “fuck, it’s so good” rawing his jugular. He slows his pace, working down his cock gruelingly, pulling the foreskin down to reveal the shiny tip to the chilly air. He reaches down between his itching thighs, cupping his balls and fondling them, thumb pressing into the fleshy bit in the center and he can’t stop the stuttered sob that scrapes from deep in his lungs. Her ruby-red, bow-shaped lips are sucking a new sense into him, his eyes hazing over with the image of her kissing down his prick all the way to his balls and taking them into her palm, tugging and sucking fervidly.

Harry can feel his insides pass the boiling point, his abdomen and thighs giving foreshadowing clenches as he sinks down into the mound of feather pillows, torso twisting and thrashing as he crosses into dangerous grounds of stimulation. The cushions close around him as his dives deeply into them, swelling around his head and hugging his arms and sides, the light tickling sensation urging him to come undone. He’s breathing fast and spastic from his mouth and nose at the same time, tears squeezing from the corner of his eyes as he makes a variety of embarrassing, uncontrollable noises ranging from deep, choking grunts to high-pitched, sputtering whimpers.

And, of course, she’s there. The softness of the linen against his oversensitive body turns into her wandering fingers. The violent jerks of his fist melt into the warm velvet of her walls as she rides him. The rubbing of the pillow covers against the back of his head molds into her hands yanking and twirling at his matted, damp curls. And lastly, the caresses of his inhales and exhales as they leave his lips dissolve into her own breaths pushing into his mouth as her lips suck and chew at his, feeding bits of her intoxicating taste into his system to form a tight ball of sensual gratification at the pit of his stomach.

“Fuck, Y/N, fuck me. You’re such a good fucking girl fo’ me, aren’t you? Y'just feel so good…” Harry knows it’s borderline insane to be addressing her when he’s alone but he doesn’t care because he just has to get it all out somehow. In the cage of his mind, her voice responds to him, which is all that truly matters.

“Want you t'come, H. Wanna feel you fill me up.” It’s as if she’s hovering over him, staring right into his soul with those wide, innocent eyes as she bounces on his cock, tiny gasps leaving her swollen lips as not-so-innocent words slip freely from her mouth. “C'mon, Harry. Know you can be a nice boy and come for me, baby. Jus’ a little longer, yeah?”

The hand that was massaging his balls flies up over the pillow around his face, shoving the fluffy material into his mouth so that he can bite down all of his wails. The heels of his feet dig into the springy mattress, causing his back to buck off its surface. Harry’s chest heaves with every rattling gasp, teeny mewls of pleasure squeaking from his throat. His arm is taut with the effort he’s putting into his violent tugging, tattoos glistening with sweat in the dim light of a single bedside lamp. He throws his head back as far he can, tendons stretching tight and veins chiseling into existence down his neck and across his temples. A warm sensation suddenly inflates across his entire being and he can hear his teeth grinding down hard as his climax takes the reigns, thundering over his body without remorse.

When he bursts, it’s messy, to say the least. It splutters out in thick milky ribbons that splatter across his stomach and chest, his prick twitching nonstop in his clenched fingers. Flashes of red, white and yellow form webs behind his eyelids, bursts of brighter colors overlapping the spidery strands. He feels like it’s never going to stop– like he’s going to be squirting out forever because he can still feel the knot writhing in his stomach, demanding to be let out all at once. But he can’t take it; if he doesn’t stop, he thinks he’ll pass out.

Harry’s heart is hiccuping in his chest, the intense thumping suggesting it is trying to slam free through his ribs. His ears feel as if they were clogged with gauze, the only clear sound being the blood rushing through his head. His nose is the first thing that starts to go numb, the jittery sensation spreading across his whole face and crawling down his neck, taking ahold of every one of his nerve-endings. After the feeling has washed down his thighs is when he stops coming, his cock slowly going limp against his pelvis. After it’s spread across all ten of his toes is when he releases the wet fabric of the pillowcase from his aching teeth. After it’s dissolved away down to his chest is when his back muscles untangle themselves from each other, his whole torso slumping comatose into the elegant duvet. And, only after the feeling barely lingers in his fingernails and barely tickles the back of his skull, is when Harry’s eyes finally flutter open.

His head lulls to the side so that his chin presses against his left shoulder, gaze focusing on the neon green numbers of the digital clock on the polished nightstand. 1:17 AM.

He’d lasted seventeen minutes.

It’s quite shameful, he’ll admit. He usually lasts at least thirty solo and can work his way up to an hour with Y/N (with breaks, obviously). But he’d spilled in just over fifteen minutes, all because of a couple glasses of Billecart-Salmon Brut Rosé and some post-concert adrenaline.

Harry lays there for a while; how long, he’s not sure. He entertains his sleepy body with threading his fingers through his moppy hair, feeling small grainy bits of hair spray still sticking to the fluffed up mess. The sweat has dried to his skin, making the light breeze from the air vents feel cooler than normal and causing him to burrow under the thick comforter. The humungous flat screen on the wall in front of the bed shows his reflection with crystal clearness: He looks like he just went three rounds with a grizzly bear in an episode of Naked and Afraid. Except the name Naked and Fucked Out seems more appropriate. Or Naked and Covered In Jizz. He wipes himself down with some fancy rose-oil-infused tissues from a box inside one of the nightstand cabinets, setting the wad of napkins on the table to discard later.

After about ten more minutes of recovering, Harry kicks off the sheets, swinging his legs around the edge of the bed in order to get up. His movements are lazy as he takes his sweet time standing up, raising his arms above his head and stretching out the kink in his back until it cracks. He grabs the duvet, wrapping it carelessly around his hips and holding both sides together in one fist at his hip. For some odd reason, he doesn’t feel like walking around naked– he thinks it to be that the air conditioning has kicked in at full blast.

He shuffles hazily out of the bedroom section of the grand suite, all the way over to where his bottoms lay in a rumpled pile on the floor near the couch, leaning down to fish out his phone from the back pocket. Harry surfs through his notifications as he slowly walks towards the bar on the other end of the room, only really paying attention to a message from Jeff confirming Harry’s lunch with Stevie tomorrow. He walks around the marble counter of the bar, opening up the mini fridge and sifting through an assortment of colorful alcohol bottles. He hisses out a victorious, “Sick.” when he sees a bottle of Brachetto d’Acqui Rosso, his favorite sweet wine. He’s not up for anything strong at the moment– just something light and fizzy to sedate the gnawing in his stomach.

Harry snatches the most graceful glass he can find, using his teeth to rip open the crimson wrapping around the cap of the bottle and being thankful that it is the type he can unscrew. After pouring out half a glass, he leans forward on the counter on one elbow, sipping lightly and pulling up Y/N’s contact on his phone. As the line rings its toll, he licks at his lips patiently, savoring the hints of black cherry, raspberry and rose in his drink.

“Hello?” Y/N’s thick, drowsy voice crackles through the speaker and he immediately feels bad for calling her. He knew she hadn’t been awake but he just really wanted to hear her voice.

“Morning, love. How’s my favorite girl?”

“I was good until you woke me up.” She grumbles, the ruffling that comes through the line suggesting she is shifting around the bed and he imagines her rolling onto her side, tucking an arm under her head as she holds the phone to her ear with the other.

A fond smile twitches Harry’s cheeks as he tips back the glass again, letting the tangy yet silky liquid send a tingle through his tastebuds. “So you’re well? Nice. ’M good too, thanks for asking.”

Y/N sighs irritably, but he can tell she’s faking it. All she could talk about recently is how much she misses him, especially in the morning because it’s when she’s most cuddly. He knows she’s thrilled to hear from him and he’s happy to say the feeling is mutual.

“So, how’d the concert go?” She asks, excitement twinkling in her groggy voice.

“It was fucking amazing. Stevie’s just…wow. That’s it. Just wow. She even said she loves Two Ghosts and I nearly shit myself on stage!” Harry responds, setting the now empty class on the counter and filling it up some more, watching the effervescent liquid slosh around as Y/N sniffles on the other end. Her nose could get pretty backed up during the night due to her allergies.

“That sounds incredible, Har. You really deserved this. You’ve worked so hard for it.” He can hear the proud smile in her voice.

“Thank you, pet. Means the world, y'know? Actually, Stevie invited me to lunch tomorrow! She even knew that I liked Cafe Habana. Can you believe it?” Harry can’t keep the childish giddiness from his voice, his entire face lighting up at the thought.

Y/N’s bubbly laugh crackles through the phone. “That’s great, baby. So happy for you!”

He smiles timidly into the glass, blushing up a storm and he can never understand how Y/N has him so whipped without even trying. “Thanks. Again.”

Harry hears the sound of running water start up on the other end and he guesses she is up and about, probably brushing her teeth or washing her face.

“So,” her voice is muffled, confirming that she indeed is brushing. He can see her, standing in her Garfield pajamas with her hair up in a messy bun, her sparkly blue toothbrush hanging out of the side of her mouth as foam wets the corners of her lips. “Are you gonna tell me all the juicy details of the after party or not?”

He chuckles softly, hiking the duvet up his hips as it had begun to slide down. “Wasn’t really a party. We just went out for some drinks, s'all.”

“Oh, that’s nice! How did it feel to have Stevie Nicks toast to you? Y'know, since you love having your ego stroked and all.” Her teasing tone pokes at his self-proclaimed narcissism, but all he can truly think about is how she used the word “stroked” and it causes him to giggle at the coincidence.

Harry sips at his wine, eyeing the unkempt bed on the opposite side of the room and smirking to himself knowingly. “It was absolutely satisfying.”

[wang-yeon]

Nervous Touch| Jimin

Jimin is known for his charm on stage but when the lights cut out he cant help but become flustered. Its something you've learned to deal with but often grow tired of. Maybe Jimin will show you what actually riddles beneath the flustered boy he once was.

Warning: Cussing, smut, flustered Jiminie!, then out of no where hot sexy Jiminie!

Genre: Smut and a lovely amount of fluff

Word count: 7.4K

A/N: Im sorry i meant to upload this yesterday but i didnt have my laptop to post it and i tried to post it on my phone but it fucked up. Here it is now tho, please enjoy the trash that i write

Life was enough of a struggle at the tender age of finally being able to find yourself. Being surrounded by hard studies and your parents attempting to guide you only driving your insanity. All though my plate was already full of these things it only grew larger as i was brought into the lime light. Instead of the guidance and judgment i gained from my parents they came from other peers. everybody judge your every movement, every talk and every blink. I however didn't ask for it but my boyfriend Jimin did so willingly. Jimin had been one of the very handsome members of BTS. He was known for his witty charm and irresistible ways but however when the light was taken away from him he was quite the opposite. He became soft and warm hearted when around me always making sure i was cared for.

Jimin held two personas, one where he is on stage as the cheers and roars from the crowd fuel his energy and sexy behavior. The audience always encouraged this persona making him crave it even more. His other persona was the one I was familiar with, the one where he was so afraid of touching me, as if i was a porcelain doll and i might break at any moment.

Everyone close to Jimin was familiar with this side of Jimin as it was played only when he was around people he was comfortable with and could actually become himself instead of who he is known for. I had been with Jimin since he auditioned but we were only friends and never expanded on it. Until recent Jimin aimed to become something more valued even with the dating ban. Sure this was definitely enough to draw conflict between our relationship but it never got in the way of anything serious. Jimin and I had eventually grew stronger but ultimately stayed the same in most ways. Of course the occasional peck caused some members to groan at the new change but they still accepted it, as it wasn't to out of hand. It still had been an adjustment as things began to settle in.

I began coming to the dorm more recent to see Jimin and the other members. During the day i would usually end up playing video games with Jungkook and Tae while Yoongi heckled there bad efforts. Occasionally helping Jin cook while Hobi was dancing happily to the music that played as we cooked. Jin always stayed focused on the cooking as i sometimes joined Hobi making Jin hit me lightly on the head with a wooden spoon. As all of this passed Namjoon would usually pull me aside and try to indulge in deep conversation. They all ranged in different ways, some begin about conspiracy theories while others were about relationship advice. I had loved and gotten along with everyone in BTS but there was one that stood out from the others. While the night commenced I stayed hid away in Jimin's room where we would mindlessly kiss and show affection to each other. Jimin was always shy with public affection saying that he didn't need other people to see how much he truly cared about me.

One day that was put to the test as we were kissing on his bed with me being on top as he held onto my waist and began kissing me softly. We had been so focused on each other that we didn't even notice the knock on the door and the later opening of the door till we were greeted by Yoongi.

"Hey Jimin have you seen Y/-"

Jimin quickly pushed me off of him resulting in me landing on the floor with a groan. I looked up at Yoongi who held a blank stare not really caring about the situation.

"Never mind I've found her. Hey Y/N when your done um laying on the floor can you help me with something? Thank you."

With that Yoongi left the room closing the door softly. As soon as he closed the door Jimin sunk to the floor repeatedly asking if i was okay making me roll my eyes and nod. Since then i always thought that Jimin was always ashamed of being with me but i just realized this is just the person he is and i have to respect that. As time went on Jimin and Yoongi were back on good terms, Jimin had corrupted that Yoongi was creeped out by what he saw but Yoongi truly didn't care. As Jimin awkwardly tried to make up an excuse for what he saw Yoongi just blinked bored at his behavior before getting up and saying 'dont be ashamed everyone has sex jimine'.

Jimin blushed at his words turning to me and hiding his face in my shirt. Everything was a big extraordinary mess everyday but we had each other and thats all we need.

Namjoon soon took Jimin's path seeing that actually being in a relationship had its good causes. Namjoon was very worry some when it came to relationships always iffy about the situation. It was sure enough a surprise when he walked in with a random girl we never seen before and he introduced her as his girlfriend. None of the less we all got to know her and began to like her personality. Of course there make out sessions grew awkward for all of us and annoying but she was fine. It was a major adjustment for the boys as me and Jimin rarely kissed in front of them and know they were dealing with this. Soon enough it became a normal thing for all of us. Jin had thought other wise as he threw a wooden spoon at her but we all liked her.

Everything was going perfectly but as tour began to pick up again things went crashing down. Most nights i would call Jimin while he was practicing at the dead of night but he never hesitated to answer my call. He called me often as well checking up on me and letting me know that i was still wanted. This had taken a toll on Namjoon's girlfriend, Jasmine as well. She would often knock at my door at times that i was either already sleeping or on the phone with Jimin ending in a short phone call.

She went on about how she missed Namjoon and his touch. This surely led to a weird conversation on a incite on there sex life, one that i didn't need to know about. There was also an ounce of bitterness that set in my heart as she went on about how Namjoon was always rough and never gentle with her, Jimin was rather opposite. We always indulged in plain vanilla sex, exchanged many kisses but never as many touches. I pushed my thoughts aside and focused on a blathering Jasmine.

It was easy to see that we were both in need of our significant other back in our present lives. The late night phone calls weren't enough anymore, I needed more and I would give anything. With a bit of help I managed to get the airport information when they would arrive to the states. BTS was supposed to have a few stops in the states giving us the perfect opportunity to see one another.

The car ride to the airport with Jasmine had been hectic. It was unbelievable the mouth she had on her, i guess that way Namjoon picked her. She couldn't stop talking, i felt as if every time she talked my head would explode form all the words falling from her lips. Maybe this was the reason her and Namjoon never held up a conversation. She keep mindlessly turning the radio dial saying that my music taste was horrible making me roll my eyes at her comment. I was seriously going to roll her out of this damn car but i knew Namjoon wouldn't allow that for some reason. I tried keeping my eyes on the scenery and the road trying not to let my anger get the best of me as she kept saying her useless comments.

Right as if i felt like i was going to snap we finally arrived at the airport. Jasmine raced out the car door making her way to Namjoon i presumed. I unlocked my door taking off my seat belt feeling my veins pulsate in sheer excitement. I made my way out of the car eyeing The boys and an evident Jasmine clinging onto Namjoon as they showed there affection for each other. Luckily there wasn't any fans that i could point out. As i grew closer to them i spotted Jimin talking to Namjoon and Jasmine. He displayed a sad expression as he talked on with them most likely asking where my presence was before i let myself be known.

"Jiminie!"

Jimin swirled around eyeing me making his frown turn into a proclaimed smile. His eyes crinkled as he shouted my name running in my direction to excited to keep his emotions and affection under control. Jimin reached my destination as he pick me up into s warm bear hug and proceeding to kiss my whole face all except my lips. Jimin was affectionate to a certain amount. When we hadn't seen each other in a while this was when he would show the most affection in front of people. Even though all he was doing was hugging me, so i soaked it in as much as i could before it was cut short.

"Easy Jimin, we dont want a repeat from what happened last time."

Jimin let me go completely making me stumble back slightly as i was brought back on the ground. Jimin smoothed down his shirt bowing at Yoongi who dared to let that bold comment leave his lips. Jimin was obviously distraught and flustered from his bluntness trying to keep a reasonable distance between us.

"Your right, I am sorry hyung. It wont happen again i promise you."

I rolled my eyes at his behavior but decided not to indulge in it as we began walking out the airport. It drove me crazy how peoples opinion often made him actual take action even when they didn't mean it . Surely Yoongi was joking but Jimin completely took it as all seriousness as if he was forbidden to lay a finger on me. He acted like it was wrong to show any sot of affection publicly and when i asked him he always brung up the contract while Namjoon and Jasmine mindless sucked each others faces off. It was really starting to irritate me, even as we were walking he could have at least held my head but he kept his distance and looked straight till we reached the van.

The van was split in three sections each baring three seats meaning me and Jimin had to be seated with Taehyung while in the back as Namjoon and Jasmine held there own seats. I understand why no one wanted to sit with them as the clashing of there tongues would grow irritating very quickly but even in the back seat you could hear it ever so slightly.

"I swear at any given change they get they will such each others faces off."

I looked at Tae and chuckled slightly at his comment. It was true i've never seen them actually have a conversation with each other. I guess this was one thing me and Jimin had that out ruled them.

"I know. It frighten me that one day there tongues will be stuck together."

Tae laughed and threw his head back at my comment as his hand unexpectedly landed on my thigh. I jumped at the sudden feeling. I already hadn't been use to the feeling of Jimin hands lingering on me so as Tae's hand stayed on my thigh it felt quite strange.

Jimin seemed to take notice in this as he glared at Tae who was oblivious as he still held a conversation with me. Jimin seemed as if he was going to explode and i didn't need to look at him long enough to take notice. He was fuming but didn't know what to do as he was never in this position.

Jimin starred at the hand that laid on my thigh not doing anything as Tae still talked to me with all his Witt. Jimin just stayed silent and let the whole thing unfold making me anger. I loved having a conversation with Tae because he was genuinely funny but i couldn't focus on anything at the thought of Jimin just sitting back and not taking action in anything that was going on. I get that he doesn't show any affection but Tae was showing far more than he has attempted to surely that could have bothered him. I had no way of knowing if it actually did bother him but it surely bothered me.

We finally arrived at the hotel and were now managing our room keys. The lady placed the keys on the counter with a very fake enthusiastic 'Thank you for staying with us, please enjoy your stay'. Everyone looked among t the keys and noticed that the keys came up wrong. Instead of one key since the plan was originally staying in a big place where they all could room together and we would mostly be out the whole time instead of in the hotel. There were three keys.

"Why is there three keys?"

"Well i was thinking that me and Jimin could stay in a room together and Namjoon and Jasmine can as well, since were in a relationship."

"But nonna, you never slept in the same room as Jimin. You always sleep in the guest room."

Jungkook tilted his head in confusion at the new information that didn't add up to him. Everyone had always assumed that i stayed in the guest room instead of sleeping with Jimin which i did at first till we both became intimate. Unfortunately Yoongi found out later down the road the truth behind it making him smirk at this very moment.

"Oh trust me they stay in the same room and are fairly close and familiar with one another."

Everyone looked at Yoongi not expecting him to say such thing and confused by his abundant outburst that didn't add up. As for me and Jimin it sure did as i hung my head low but didn't mind it much as he was only joking but Jimin took it out of context.

"She does in fact sleep in the guest room. We've never done anything like that, that's just really weird."

Jimin laughed nervously as he said hes statement making everyone look between us. Yoongi looked over at me as if asking what was going on making me lower my head more in shame. Jimin once again didn't want people to know what goes on between us making things harder on my part.

"Its really not weird at all, i mean me and Jasmine share the same bed. Its okay if you both do the same."

"Well we don't! Stop making it a big deal."

Jimin got the key from the counter and marched to the elevator. I managed one small wave before following after Jimin. Im sure everyone who witnessed felt an ounce of sadness for me even Yoongi who started the while conversation. I hated that they pitted me and how Jimin was acting but they someone have to understand that this is just the behavior he has always shown. I just needed to somehow manage it.

We were in the hotel room as Jimin was mindlessly looking through the channels of the TV while laying on the bed. I had been standing up not feeling the need to sit down as thoughts ran through my mind on where this relationship was even heading. With this amount of affection it was sure enough to come down from its high.

"Sit down Y/N, I don't want you working yourself to much."

I stayed still not knowing if i wanted to sit down before i felt Jimin arms around my was it bringing me onto the bed with him. I let out a small giggle not able to control it. Jimin brought me to his chest and he kept his arms wrapped warmly around me while looking at the TV program displayed.

"So hows college going? Working you the bone i suppose, but i know my baby can handle anything."

I swooned at the nickname loving when it fell from his lips wishing it would more often.

"Its good, I made it on the deans list so that's pretty cool."

Jimin jumped slightly making me look him in the eye as if asking what was wrong. Jimin looked at me before pulling me into a bone crushing hug.

"Pretty cool? Are you kidding me baby that's amazing!"

Jimin proceed to attack my face with kisses something he would do when  he couldn't contain his excitement. He still held me tight but it loosened as his lips lingered on mine making me hum softly at the affection. Jimin broke apart the kiss smiling upon me.

"I'm so unbelievably proud of you, baby."

The moment was surely lovely but i still had this one thing lingering in the back of my mind. It was nipping at me as i asked it to go away as i finally have received what i was longing for. The feeling was sure going to end.

"Why do you always act like this alone but when were in public you stay away?"

The moment surely ended as of now. Jimin stiffened up as he straightened himself fully sitting up on the bed. I stayed on the bed laying down with my hands on my face hating that i even said that. Why couldn't i just accept what i was getting as the moment was happening? I truly was a fool but Jimin only enhanced this quality on me.

"I tell you thousands of times. Its because of the contract."

"Bullshit. The stupid contract gets in the way of our relationship yet not Namjoon's and Jasmines?"

Jimin rolled his eyes at my behavior knowing that i was right but didn't chose to accept it. I had been so feed up from his behavior that I didn't really muster what words were meant to fall from my mouth at any moment. The words struck me by a shock and sure enough struck a nerve in Jimin as well Jimin.

"My god you really don't care about our relationship do you? I would be better off fucking Tae and you know it. If you keep acting this way you will lose me."

Jimin's eyes widened at my words taking in what had threatened to leave from my lips. I didn't even think of Tae like that but i had chosen the only thing that would hurt him as i was hurting too. I just wish it didn't escalate to this. Jimin's eyes flashed three emotions first being shock second being anger and third where they just displayed nothing. Jimin stayed silent as he proceeded to go back on his phone before looking me in the eyes with a cold exterior.

"Get dressed, the guys and Jasmine want to take us out. Hopefully wherever we end up going it will be a good place for you to fuck my best friend, because you want to act so senseless."

I looked at Jimin and suddenly i was finally at a lose for words instead of him. I had no right to say what i had said and stating that i was just angry wasn't a good enough excuse. I had let my emotions get the best of me just because Jimin didn't show enough affection. Sure he didn't in public but when we were alone he made me feel as if the moments made up for everything else. Now Jimin walked out the door leaving me in the room to change by myself. I hadn't had high expectations but they certainly were set and i might have drove Jimin away because of my wrongful actions.

I had spent the last few minutes in the bathroom attempting to get ready but spent most of that time beating myself up of the situation. I really hadn't meant to say that it was just that i had been bottling this up for some time now and maybe keeping it inside was something that i needed to just learn how to do. I had finished with my makeup and put on a semi tight fitting dress not taking notice of it. I sighed looking at myself in the mirror before meeting everyone in the parking lot.

I felt as if i made the whole situation even more awkward with my veins as i was the only one who was late to the van. Everyone's attention snapped to me including Jimin's cold glare. His eyes read a lustful gaze as he looked me up and down while biting his lips. This was sure enough to bust my mood making me slightly damp before Jimin continued his hard gaze trying not to get tempted.

"Well looks like our beautiful ladies are all here."

Namjoon nudged Jimin while he was gripping onto Jasmines waist. Namjoon was signalling for Jimin to go by my side only for Jimin to go into the van not minding a blink. Everyone's sympathetic  gaze shifted to me yet again, if only they knew that was my fault and stupidity. I held my head down as i got into the very back of the van only for Taehyung to follow.

"Hey, you okay?"

Taehyung looked at me with sympathy in his eyes. Tae was very sympathetically to any creature he should love and care to anyone. Anyone was lucky to have him but i never thought about him in that way. It was definitely nice to have some comfort once and a while from him but not for a life time.

"Yeah i'm fine."

Taehyung appeared unconvinced, but didn't want to bring it back up thinking that it would bother me more.

"Well, you look very lovely tonight."

I smiled at Tae's compliment. He truly was a sweet person and i wanted to thank him or his efforts. Sadly Jimin's scruff stopped me from doing so. I rolled my eyes at him but also understood where he was coming from but he really was to much of a coward to do anything. He even prosperously switched sets with Jungkook to just be away from us.

"Where are we going anyway?"

"Well we really don't know any good clubs around here, so do you girls have an suggestions?"

I looked at Jin as he asked the question twisting his body to us. I had a few in mind, i did often go to the club sometimes and i was selecting the very few that would be a good destination.

"I know this club down the street, they mainly play latino music its very good."

Hobi jumped happily at my request making me laugh. Hobi had always been energetic meaning him in an actual club bumping music and lurking alcohol was going to only encourage that.

"Aye despacito ."

Hobi began dancing while Jungkook encouraged him while joining him from the back. This event was surely going to be enchanting with those energetic boys and a very irritated Jimin.

I had reserved most of my time at the bar finding that drowning myself in alcohol made me forget about most things. the same most have had been accruing for Yoongi as he sent was reserved for him as well. He however didn't have the same reasoning for drinking as i did. He did it for mindless fun and to get away from all the stress while i did it cause i couldn't handle my own situation. It wasn't anything to extreme just a mindless action ready to take place.

"Alright what the fuck is up with you and Jimin. I understand how weird that dude is but now your acting weird too?"

"Were just having problems i guess, hes not being as affectionate as i would like and im being a complete idiot."

I hadnt really ever told Yoongi any of my business let alone never thought of ever telling him a lick of anything. It was just that Yoongi had already seen enough of whats going all all he needed was answers and i was drunk enough to give it to him.

"Ive noticed how he doesn't show much affection but he does when no ones around. I dont understand whats up with females cant you just take what you get."

"Yoongi i appreciate the advice but you haven't had any sexual relations beside your hand."

Yoongi shrugged it off while downing a shot not minding me. I hadn't meant for it to come out that way but i knew he didn't mind it as he says the remote same to other people. He wasn't bothered by other peoples opinion and thats what i admired about him. I shifted my eyes away from him to be met with Jimin sitting in the lounge area looking at me with the same cold glare that sent shirves down my spine.

The music changed to "Ay Vamos" By J Balvin making my mood shift. I felt the energy take over me as i noticed everyone else was out on the dance floor besides me and Yoongi who looked as if he could care less. None of the less we were in a club and there were more things we could be doing besides drinking.

"Wanna go out on the dance floor?"

"I rather choke on a fork."

I nodded at Yoongi's response before going on the dance floor dancing my worries away. I began dancing and flowing my body with the music forgetting about worries that commenced me earlier. I had been moving my hips and focusing on the music that i didn't even notice the very evident body behind me before i was met with their bulge poking my ass.

"Um, exuse me but i have a-"

I turned around and was cut off as i was met with Jimin in my eyesight. His eyes that once held a dark stare were switched with a more wanting lust filled one making my underwear dampen. I had never seen Jimin like this before especially when we were in front of countless amounts of people but i put that aside for the moment afraid  would mess it up again.

"How could you not now your own boyfriends cock, baby?"

I was shocked by Jimin's words but moaned slightly as he gripped onto my waist and grind against my hip bone. He positioned his leg between mine as i copied his actions. We began grinding together moving our hips to the music enjoying our time together.

Jimin's hand reached to my neck making me look at him in his eyes that told of the actions that he would later do to me. Jimin  motioned my neck to get closer making our lips grow closer together before he locked our lips. The kiss was anything but sweet and sensual, the usual kiss we were use to.It was filled with lust and nirvana making our senses heighten enlightening everything. Jimin's hands traveled to my ass gripping it as he grind me onto his thigh while he did the same making me moan into his mouth.

"I swear, Ill take you right here and show Taehyung that i can fuck you like the slut you are."

Jimin groaned enjoying what was going all but also letting the bad thoughts commence in his head. Jimin had still been convinced that Taehyung could treat me better in different way, he had been far wrong but i wouldn't tell him that. Seeing him like this was definitely a huge turn on and i wanted to be a little selfish.

I turned around not commenting on his statement. I directed my ass on his clothed cock feeling the material of jeans rub against me. Jimin head flew back at the feeling but took action rather quickly. His hands guided to my hips directing me how to move them as he grind into me slowly. Jimin was already a talented dancer i knew this but i never really seen how he was when he had lust running through his veins. When this happened he danced slowly but aggressive leaving anyone soaking which is what he was doing at this very moment.

Jimin moved my hair and focused on my neck and began kissing it as he still grind he hips against me. Jimin whispered small things in my ear enough to make my core asking.

"You see Taehyung, looking at use? To bad he cant fuck you like I can, your all mine. This pretty little ass is all mine."

I looked up to see Taehyung gaze on us. I felt a little sympathy but he knew me and Jimin were together. Taehyung didn't seem bothered by us but rather surprised that we were actually doing something like this which was why he was looking at us like this. I was going to inform Jimin about this information but remained quiet as he began to guide us out the club.

Jimin proceeded to hale a cab all while gripping onto my hand before he shoved me into the back seat. I stayed seated while Jimin shifted uncomfortable as his seat as his hand stayed on my thigh. Jimin looked at me before smirking and looking front ahead again. I looked at him weirdly as he only looked forward. I felt his hand creeping up before they reached my damp underwear.

"I beat Taehyung dreams of making you this wet. hmm I love feeling this pretty little cunt and its all wet for me."

I bit my lip as Jimin slide my panties to the side before running his fingers around my clit. The simple touch was enough to make me to let out a small moan. The cab driver looked in the mirror to see what was going on making me smile weakly as Jimin remained to keep a bored look on his face as if nothing was according.

I looked at Jimin warning him but he didn't mind it one bit as he continued to rub my clit. I bite my lips getting use to the feeling and managed to not make a peep. I jumped at the feeling of his fingers teasing my entrance. I threw my head back making him smirk in victory.

"Come on baby. Use that dirty little mouth of yours and let it out."

I shook my head letting out small almost unheard painting breathes from the feeling. Jimin looked at me as if he was begin challenged before he inserted both of his fingers inside of me making me bite my lips so hard i could make out the metallic of blood.

Jimin began pumping his fingers in and out of me before telling me to play with my clit as he does so. I obligated afraid of what might come if i didn't. I felt my walls clench around his fingers and im sure he could to as he took his fingers away denying my release. Jimin gripped onto my hand as well to make me halt my actions of messaging my clit.

"You really think you deserve to cum after you said you would fuck my best friend?"

I was at a lose for words as he said that and looked straight ahead yet again. I was scared by what was to happen in the next few hours but couldn't help but drip even more at the thought of him taking is aggression out on me.

We had reached the hotel room in the amount of minutes. I had managed to muster that Jimin was actually more angry at me than i suspected. I hadnt said anything to him as i took off my heels and was going to get ready for bed before his voice halted me from my actions.

"You really think your gonna get away from me by going to bed?"

Jimin walked over to me as i stood still at the bed side to dazed to move. Jimin brought his hands to my ass bringing me closer as he kissed me deep as our tongues mixed together in bliss enjoying each other. Jimin broke the kiss to look me up and down licking his lips.

"Get on your knees and suck my cock, baby."

I sunk to the floor without thinking and proceeded to unbutton his pants before i was met with his underwear. I licked my lips in anticipation before pulling his underwear down as his cock sprung up.

I licked the tip of his cock making him jerk slightly before he gripped onto my hair. Jimin never liked when i teased him and the sign of him grabbing onto my hair was a signal of that, but i couldn't help myself. Jimin still gripped onto my hair bringing me in closer proximity with him. I began circling my tongue along the base of his cock before taking him completely in my mouth.

Jimin wasnt to big but he was big enough for me to not be able to fit him all the way in my mouth. He certainly did use it to his advantage but didn't do anything i wasn't comfortable with. Thats another reason of why i loved him so much, he never pressured me into doing unwanted things. As of now i wanted ever inch of him.

I proceeded to suck him off while my hand cupped his balls. Jimin rolled his head back loving the feeling of efforts on him. He gripped onto my hair tighter not use to the feeling running through him. Sure we did do oral but Jimin always hated that and wanted to get right to it but as of now Jimin put those ideas to a halt and focused my mouth wrapped around his cock.

Jimin let out a few breathy moans coming to his edge. I smirked before gripping his balls tighter and focusing on my mouth around his cock. Jimin pulled me back by my hair making me look at him. Jimin had small beads of sweat forming on his forehead making him look even more sinful.

"I want to cum inside you tonight, do you want that baby?"

I nodded eagerly. Jimin had never once came inside of me always wearing a condom at all time. This was a different situation however. He was blinded by the lust to not even know what he was saying,  however i was the same way. I had luckily been on pill making it a precaution.

(still use a condom for extra protections kids! Remember wrap your willy before you get silly)

Jimin picked me up and placed me on the bed before getting a top of me. Jimin began kissing my neck mumbling unspoken words that were rushed as a blur. I focused on his tongue running along my collar bone as if he was marking what was his. I could still sense the feeling of jealous still ridding through out his system making him continue roughly his attack on my neck and collar bone. I let out breathy moans as Jimin keep on feeling his very evident boner poke my lower region making everything enhance.

"You want to ride my cock baby?"

Jimin released his mouth from my neck looking up at me with swollen lips. I nodded eagerly at his request as i got on top of him. I removed my underwear as i positioned myself on him. I rubbed him across my slit a couple of times before i sung down onto him as we both let out a sigh of content. I began rocking back and forth as our slight moans mixed together. Jimin's hands squeezed my thighs guiding me to move back and forth before they traveled to my ass gripping rather tightly.

Jimin guided his member up making me moan loudly not excepting him to do something like that. Jimin quickly switched positions as i was on my back and he was taking control. It was a whole new experience seeing him take such control but exciting to say the least. I couldn't hold back as he continued his lust filled actions and i could tell it was affecting him as well. Jimin fastened his pace as the beads of sweat increased. Jimin let out a straggled breath as he came undone as did I. His warm liquid soon filled me up to the brim before he got off of me to retrieve a cloth and clean me up as well as him.

We laid on the bed cuddling with one another enjoying the simple company of one another. Jimin rubbed up and down on my arm as i inhaled his scent. I felt completely at peace and i could tell he did too but there was something holding him back from complete nirvana. What just happened had possible been the best sex i had and he couldn't deny it either yet there was something holding him back.

"Im sorry im never as affectionate as Namjoon and his girlfriend are."

I looked at Jimin as he said his abundant statement. He looked straight at the ceiling not daring to make eye contact with me as if he was to afraid of my reaction. He didnt need to be afraid as i understood, even though i was hard headed at times i understood.

"No its fine, I love you just the way you are."

"I do too, its just i dont want out relationship to be just based off if strictly sexual manner. I want to actually share a connection with you rather than swapping spit with you. I do understand why you want to show affection in public and i always wanted to but always been to afraid, i promise ill try to work on it."

I smiled at Jimin warmly loving that he was opening up about something he had been so conserved about. H did want to show more affection but just felt to nervous and didnt see the need to. The fact that he wanted to change that sent my heart into over drive but i would have been fine if he didnt alter this. If he didnt want to show affection in public i would be fine cause he always did it in the private of just us two, where it mattered most.

The affection in public began very slowly as we took baby steps, not wanting to rush all of the sudden.  It had began to progress a couple of days after the whole discussion occurred as we were all seated at the table Jimin being seated right next to me. I had pointed out to Jimin what i thought looked good making him nod and rub my shoulder. As the waitress asked for our orders Jimin so gratefully ordered for me making me blush. I was definitely capable of ordering it my self but just him ordering it for me just made me happy.

"Awe, baby you didnt have to."

Jimin shurged it off bringing his lips to my cheek making my blush deepen. Jimin then held my hands that laid on top of the table for everyone to see. Certainly they looked at use as if we were different people. Yoongi smirked at us finally seeing that we stepped out of the comfort zone. I hide myself into the crook of Jimin's neck making him chuckle and pat my head. It was weird how i was the one originally who wanted more affection yet i was so flustered as Jimin was taking it all in with a smile.

Everyone adjusted to it very easily as they already had to deal with Namjoon and his girlfriend. We were never as affectionate as them making it another reason why they all adjusted so easily. Jimin had convinced himself that Taehyung wasn't okay with it leading to a very awkward conversation of Taehyung trying to explain that he had a crush on Jungkook and the simple thought of pussy made him shiver with disgust. Jimin and I were certainly surprised by the confession but were glad that everyone was alright with the adjustment

it wasnt an adjust for the rest of the members but for the fans that was another situation. As BTS went on there way to leave the states it was a pretty heart breaking moment for all of us, not just me and Jimin. I had went down the line of hugging everyone till i was met with Jimin. I went in for a hug knowing that the possible fan could be lurking before he full on picked me up and kissed me lovingly. Jimin hadnt cared about anyone else as my legs wrapped around his waist and my kiss met his. He was wishing me a good bye one that i didnt forget and one that only invold us two.

"Alright you two, we dont need a full on fuck session in the middle of the airport."

Jimin chuckled into the kiss before letting me back down. Jimin grabbed my hands and kissed me on last time before boarding his flight. He occasionally looked back waving to me before he disappeared from sight making me sigh sadly. Jasmine put her arms around me as we made our way to the car, one that i was dreading.

Days passed since that and army's noticed some said hateful things while other said nice and caring things. Jasmine was rather supportive through the whole thing as she went threw it too. It brought a whole new light to her and her personality. Her and Namjoon still did do extra things and she did talk alot but she had a kind heart. We often shared stories about or significant other and sometimes we talking about random things but no matter what she was always there.

Months passed as i talked to Jimin on the phone missing his touch wishing i could get a single moment with him. I felt even more worst when Jasmine told me that Namjoon was coming to visit her for there break making me sad but understanding that Jimin probably wants to see his family.

I had joined Jasmine on the car ride mostly looking out the window the whole time trying to block out her talking about her and Namjoon. It felt like heaven when she raced out the car as i followed her but it felt as if i was greeted with hell as i saw them hug and kiss one another lips with affection. I huffed and turned around making my way to the car before i heard the sound of someone calling my name. Not just someone.

"Y/n"

I turned my body being greeted by a running Jimin. Jimin held two bags in his hands but as he saw me he dropped them and went into a full sprint as i followed his actions. We collided with each other as he held onto me together afraid that i would disappear at any moment. Jimin kissed ever inch of my face before landing onto my lips as our tongues mixed shortly together savoring the moment of utter bliss.

"I thought you were going to visit your family or something?"

"I did, you are apart of my family you know that right?"

I looked at Jimin lovingly feeling small tears well up in my eyes. He cooed at my state and kissed some of the joyful tears away. Jimin and I had been threw very few struggles either it begin the past couple of years or couple of months. I loved him truly from every inch of him and his whole naked soul. I knew he felt the same and he never once was afraid to let that been known. Jimin loves me and everyone knew of this, wither he show affection or not.

He loved me with all his heart and that's all i needed.