You woke up Saturday morning feeling like shit.

Fuck. This is why I shouldn't drink. You thought.

You reached for your phone, hoping that you didn't do anything stupid. Last time you had drunk dialed your ex... That hadn't been pretty.

You were about to open the phone to check, but thought better of it. First, greasy food, aspirin, and a bottle of water. Then maybe you would be able to look at the light without wanting to die.

Once you felt a bit more human, you opened your phone, and began assessing the damage. Thankfully, the only think drunk you had done was call your best friend Joonie at 1am, and talked to him for an hour. Good thing, he was used to it. Soon, you got a text from him.

"See you in an hour at the usual place."

In... an hour? For what?

You just shrug at the text and drop your phone on the bed. You always liked hanging out with Namjoon, he could blow you out of the water with his smarts, make you laugh for hours and he was definitely the handsomest best friend ever.

You hop in the shower, soaking the warmth of the water for a bit and head out to pick a nice dress. It's too warm out and you don't feel like dressing up. Hell, you just slip the dress on and decide to let yourself really breathe, no underwear today. Besides, the dress is long enough for no accidental Marilyn Monroe poses to happen anyway.

An hour later you found yourself at your favorite cafe, Tannie's. It belonged to Namjoon's little brother, Taehyung, and it was the place you first met Namjoon, years ago. It was cute and usually didn't get too busy until the afternoon. That meant that the two of you usually had the place to yourselves.

You went in and, as usual, hugged Taehyung as he welcomed you with a big boxy smile on his face. He already had your usual order, bless his soul.

"Tall caramel mocha, with extra caramel for, Noona. You look extra cute today." He said as he handed over the freshly brewed mug.

You grip his cheek and laugh "you always say that, Taetae. So, where's the least handsome Kim brother?"

You both laugh at the joke and he points to the back table.

"I have some cookies on the kitchen, don't go stealing anything while I'm back in there!"

"No promises!" You called out as you walked over to your usual spot.

"Hey, Joonie!" You cooed.

"So how was your night?" If you had been paying attention, you would have noticed how he licked his lips as he scanned your body.

You groaned. "I don't remember anything after the third shot of tequila.. The only thing I know is that I called you. By the way, what the hell did we talk about for an hour?"

Joon smiles as he takes your hand and sits you close to him. Which isn't abnormal, if you call the fact that he has your hand on your knee normal.

"Nothing odd. Trivial things... For example, you told me about that time we lost Taehyung at the park and he was dancing around the sprinklers. About how the bartender was hitting on you and you needed to be saved by my strong arms. Which lead to an... interesting conversation."

You cocked your head to the side.

"What do you mean interesting..?"

He leaned back, smirking. "Don't worry about it just yet. Finish up your coffee."

You were confused. Why wouldn't he tell you? You shake your head, deciding not to worry about it and enjoy the much needed caffeine. You lean back against the seat and sip your coffee.

"You're a weird one, Kim Namjoon. I still like you though." You say, ruffling his hair.

He smirks at the gesture and, for some reason, his gaze at you seems different today. Which you notice as he looks down at the hem of your summer dress. He picks it between his fingers, toying the seems.

"That's a cute dress you're wearing today, Y/N."

"What's with you today, Joonie?" You teased. "You never even want to give me a high five most days, and now you're playing with my dress?"

He sighs and leans against his seat, his arm propping up his head as he moves closer to you, his hand on your dress.

"I don't know. Perhaps I like this dress on you. Or off you, whichever you prefer."

You cough, almost spitting your coffee all over yourself.

"The fuck, Joon! You did not just say that."

He shrugged. "What? You're the one who said you liked wearing dresses for.. What did you call it? Easy access?"

Oh no. Oh FUCK NO

"Joon. Fill in the blanks for me." You look down at your mug, trying not to look as awkward as you feel.

His fingers leave your dress, moving towards your chin as he has you face him and he smiled mischievously.

"You know, if you wanted to have my hand up your skirt, you could have asked."

Shit.

"Joon.. what exactly did I tell you?"

You felt him smile against you, then he leaned forward until you could feel his breath on your ear.

"Well, Sweetheart, you told me everything." His fingers began tracing your collarbone. "You told me that you had a fantasy about me. "

Fuck

"Apparently, you want me to check under your dress one day, only to find out that you aren't wearing any panties." As he spoke, his fingers trailed back down your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

You gulp and bite your lip, the coffee long forgotten on the table.

"Joon. I was drunk. I... I didn't mean it." You say, as audibly as you can. You get self conscious and grip the hem of your dress, trying to extend it as much as you can.

He finds that amusing and stops your hands, his grip strong as iron.

"Are you sure? You did clearly moan that to me last night. In detail." His hands slowly move yours to your sides.

"I have to say, hearing you talk like that made me so hard."

You bit back a moan. What you would have given to see him like that. But, he's your best friend, could you really do this? Suddenly, you felt his thumb slid up your slit before coming to a rest on your clit.

His eyes grew dark. "You dirty, dirty slut. What were you thinking, coming here with no panties?"

And with that all of your resolve crumbled.

"Joon... what else did I say?"

His lips are clinging to your earlobe now and he parts your legs just a bit to get a bit more access.

"How about you let me show you instead?"

You find yourself being moved to his lap, sitting now between his legs and his hands find your clit again as he presses soft kisses on your neck. You do your best to suppress the moans, but you aren't doing a very good job. His hands just feel too good.

"Sweetheart, you have to keep it down. You don't want TaeTae to hear your pretty little sounds do you?"

You shake your head. You didn't want him to hear, but you didn't know if it would be possible to keep quiet. This problem was solved moments later when Namjoon's lips landed on yours. Kissing him was different. You never felt such a fire as the moment his lips touched yours nor when his tongue found your bottom lip and traced it.

"You're soaking my hand, sweetheart. You like it, don't you? God, I'm going to wreck you so bad" he breathes against you as his fingers now find themselves inside you, two of them scissoring inside you.

He was now pressing against your ass and his hard cock straining against his jeans makes you groan.

He felt so thick.

Just as that thought crossed your mind, you felt his fingers pull away from you. You whimpered in disappointment. The feeling quickly faded when you saw him bring his fingers up to his mouth, tongue darting out to clean them.

"Patience, Sweetheart."

Namjoon reached down, quickly undoing his pants, pulling his erection out of its confinement. You didn't even have time to process what had just happened before he was grabbing your hips. He made you lift up, letting go of you, and arranging your dress so that it covered both of you. He then repositioned you so that the tip of his cock was teasing your entrance.

"Ready, Sweetheart?"

"Yes... please" you mewl, slowly grinding down at it, eager to see his reaction as you tease him a bit.

He bites hard on your shoulder "Fuck, Darling. You're so dirty, aren't you? Have you always been so hungry for my cock?"

He pushes himself in, his lips against your shoulder blades as he suppressed his groans.

"So tell me, baby, does it live up to the fantasy?" He moans against your skin.

You roll your hips down at him.

"So much better, Joon. Fuck... harder, please" you pout as you turn at him and find his lip to imprison his bottom one in your teeth. "I want to feel all of you."

With that, he begins to thrust up even harder, hitting that spot with every movement of his hips. The pleasure only escalates when the pad of his thumb finds your clit yet again. You fall back against his chest, soft moans escaping your lips as you move against him and losing yourself against his tight grip.

"I... I'm close, Joon. So close" you whisper as you take his other free hand to grab at your breast.

He kisses your neck. "Hold out for just a little longer, Sweetheart. I want you to cum with me."

His thrusts began to get sloppier and more erratic, signaling that he was just as close as you were. You reach down, one hand on his thigh and the other hand grasping at his, begging him to rub you even faster. He complies, and it isn't long before you feel yourself clenching around him as your orgasm hit. When he feels you reach your high, he soon follows and empties himself inside you, his movements slowing down as he holds you close.

"Fuck, sweetheart. I didn't know you had... fun kinks."

You turn your head, taking a good long look at your best friend. Suddenly, you realize what just happened. You fucked Joonie, and most likely ruined the friendship that you had spent so much time trying to protect. What would happen now?

He smiles, that funky and cute Namjoon smile.

Gosh, have his dimples always been so deadly? Fucking illegal, I tell you.

"You look worried, Y/N. Was I too harsh? Too aggressive?"

You gulp, steeling yourself for what's to come. "Joonie, what happens now..."

He cocks his head to the side, confused.

"We don't change, silly. We can still keep doing this, if you want. I already like being with you. I..." He interlaced his fingers with yours, blushing. "I have liked you for a bit, Y/N."

You stand there for a moment, not quite sure how to react. Then a faint blush began to spread across your face. You can't begin to formulate a sentence, so you respond in the only way you can.

A kiss.

Only this one wasn't hard and full of passion. This time it was slow, meaningful with every thought and emotion you had being poured into it.

When you finally broke away, desperate for air, he had a huge grin on his face, his dimples even more prominent than normal. Just as you were about to ask why he was smiling, you heard Tae.

"Guys, the cookies... Why the fuck does it smell like sex?"