#bts request

Joon smiles to himself as you get comfy, enjoying how your nose crinkles as you elbow at the overstuffed cushions until they sit precisely how you like them to. H waits patiently as you take a sip of your drink and prepare yourself to ask him for advice.

"How was your day?" You ask, avoiding what you came here for.

"You know how my day was, you've been texting me for a lot of it." He retorts.

You roll your eyes at him, as if his point didn't matter.

"Texting isn't the same as hearing you tell me. You don't share all of the little details over text. Of course I know you've been here for hours working on a track but I don't know how the melody sounds, I don't know how the pasta you had for lunch tasted, and you are yet to tell me about Jungkook's daily message."

You were very involved for a friend. But that's something Namjoon liked about you. It was reassuring to know that you wanted to know all of the mundane things that went on in his day, especially with his ability to ramble on at times if you caught him on the right topics.

Today though, he knew you weren't here to find out that Jungkook had messaged about his Mario high score.

"Do you want to save us both time and tell me what's on your mind? Or do you want me to actually run through all your questions before we get to the point? Because I could really do with getting back to this track Y/N-ah"

You take a deep breath, the kind he knows means you're nervous. An odd feeling to have directed at him.

"We need to talk." You state, looking anywhere but at him.

"This sounds serious."

He turns and makes sure all of his work is saved before crossing the room to sit next to you on the sofa.

"It is..."

"You can tell me anything, you know that." He takes your hand and tries to meet your eyes, but you can't bring yourself to meet his.

"You remember when I broke up with my ex?"

"I do." Namjoon says with gritted teeth.

Something about that guy had just rubbed him completely the wrong way. It was like he never saw what a great girl you were, always making you sad and never appreciating your quirks. He said you asked too many questions and took too much time to make decisions. It infuriated Namjoon that you had always felt like you were too much for a man that Namjoon had always thought was never enough.

"Well he actually broke up with me... and the reason he gave, well it has been playing on my mind for a couple weeks now."

"If he made you feel anything less than perfect I will break his nose." Namjoon threatens without thinking.

You take ahold of his other hand and force yourself to look at his face.

"You would really do that for me?"

"I would do anything for you."

"I think answers like that is what my ex say what he did..." you laugh humourlessly

"Which was what?"

"He said I could never love him because I was already in love...with you."

"That's ridiculous, we're just friends" Namjoon chuckles, but it's breathy and contemplative.

Not his usual laugh, this didn't even tempt his dimples to appear.

"Is it really that ridiculous?"

Suddenly this confession didn't seem like such a great idea. Namjoon's expression was blank as he thought, giving nothing away about how terribly this exchange could possibly go. You're grip on his hand loosens and you begin to think about leaving. You'd had weeks to think about how you truly felt about your best friend. Now you were springing the concept on him with no notice in the middle of the night just because you couldn't sleep.

It was unfair to expect an answer back from him immediately.

"I'm sorry, this wasn't the time to tell you this. I should go."

And, even knowing you just threw a live grenade into the best friendship you ever had, you get up to leave.

Your hand was on the door turning the knob when his strong hand wrapped around your arm and pulled you back into his solid chest. He holds you there against him, your back to his front, feeling his heart beating against you.

"Don't." He whispers right into your ear. "Don't go."

You stare at the back of the door, knowing he will let you go if you put up the slightest bit of resistance. But not a single molecule in your body wants to move away/

"Do you love me?" He asks, his voice gravelly.

"I think I do."

"You either do or you don't, there is no think."

"I do. But how do you feel."

"If you had brought this up a few months ago I'm not sure I could've answered you. But for the last few weeks, every day I went without seeing your face made my heart ache. Your smile is arguably the best part of my day, and your having a boyfriend really fucking sucked. It took me longer to work out why than I care to admit."

His hands wander along your sides as he speaks, committing the feeling of your curves to memory, like this conversation isn't going to end the way he wants it to.

"Y/N I think I might've been in love with you for the entirety of the last ten years that we've been friends... does that scare you?"

"Not when I feel the same way."

His restraint disappears then and his lips disappear from your ear to kiss along your neck. He leaves hot open-mouthed kisses to the exposed skin before turning you in his arms so he can finally reach your mouth with his own.

He stumbles back onto the sofa, dragging you with him, noses bumping into one another as you struggle to stay connected as you move. You straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and grind down into his lap. His hands find their way under your shirt, pulling the fabric out of the way so he can reach more bare skin.

Your shirt lands on the opposite side of the room, tossed as far as possible from the two of you as you scramble to also remove his shirt. You move your hands over his broad shoulders, feeling the way his muscles tense as you trail your fingers along him. His nails dig into your sides as he bites along your collarbones, leaving marks everywhere he can, finally able to stake his claim on you.

"Joonie?"

He groans into you in response, unwilling to pull away just yet.

"I need to stand up if you want this to go any further."

Immediately he is pushing you away so you can stand in front of him. He watches greedily as you remove your trousers, eyes roaming freely over every inch of your body.

"So perfect." He mutters, completely forgetting he should probably be removing his own clothes too.

You blush at the compliment, shyly removing your underwear under his careful gaze. As soon as you're done he reaches out for you to sit back in his lap, pulling you on top of him. With his lips reattached to your own, he lifts his hips just enough to wriggle free of the confines of his grey sweats. He leaves the fabric halfway down his thighs and then his hands return to your hips. He guides you down gently, bringing your exposed sex in contact with his erection for the first time.

Even without looking, you can tell he is big, which isn't necessarily a surprise, but it doesn't stop you from shivering as you feel the tip drag along your clit. One hand trails down between your thighs, coming in between you and his dick so he can feel you properly. Two fingers tease your entrance as his thumb circles around your clit. You bury your face in the crook of his neck as he focuses on bringing you pleasure.

You moan as he presses against your nerves, your legs squeezing around his thighs.

"You sound so pretty like this." He groans, making it sound like you're the one with your hands wrapped around him.

He sounds desperate and breathless as his fingers work tirelessly inside of you, scissoring you open ready for the main event. The anticipation is killing you as you can feel your first orgasm building in your stomach. His thumb shifts to sloppy figure eights as his fingers hook inside of you, pressing against your g-spot.

His hand comes away soaking, but he doesn't seem to care. You look up from his shoulder just long enough to watch him take his fingers into his mouth to taste you for the first time.

"Next time I'm tasting you straight from the source." He nearly whines.

When the remaining taste of you is gone he uses his hand to direct his throbbing cock to your entrance. You do your best to sit up straight, making eye contact with him as he slowly lowers you down onto him. He bites his lip, eyes darting across your features to take in every reaction you have as you bottom out.

You can feel him in your stomach.

You bounce a little, gaining momentum as his groans fill you with confidence. His strong arms help you maintain balance as you move up and down against him.

"God I love the way you feel around me. I never want to move again." He groans.

His fingers turn white as his fingernails leave crescent moon shapes on your sides. You pull at his hair, slipping your fingers through the long dark stands.

"I'm so close baby, you look too good." He moans, face falling forward into your chest.

His calling you baby for the first time has you clenching around him hard, making it difficult for him to hold on any longer. He cums hard as you slip down all the was on to him one more time. Both of you pant as you come down from his high. His arms encircle you bringing you to lie against his chest as he goes soft inside of you.

"I can't believe we've spent so long together not doing that." He breathes.

"I know." You answer.

"Seriously, I never want to do anything again that isn't that