Not quite ready /k.sj + k.nj/ NAMJIN SMUT

How fun

Namjoon pov

I smile giddily, giving him the details before putting my phone down and rushing to get ready. I dont know why I'm acting like a kid, maybe its cuz I really like him? I dont think that's it, he seems fun to be around, I want to be friends with him.

I brush my teeth, changing into something presentable before fluffing my hair and grabbing some jewelry. I look pretty, at least I think I do.

The fuck, I always look pretty.

I grunt, posing in front of the mirror like people are actually gonna see me standing like this out on the street. I do look good as fuck though.

Tying my shoes is difficult, I never learned how, is that stupid? I always tried as a child but I could never get it down, and I've been to lazy to look up a tutorial on youtube. I wanted to wear my velcros, but I'm going out to meet jin and I want him to think I'm cool.

I whine, staring down at the laces. This is hard as shit, couldnt my parents like force me to learn or something? Maybe they just dont love me.

Giving up, I tuck them into the sides of my shoes, pulling my pants down over them. I grab my phone and my wallet, making my way out to the cafe we had agreed on. I dont wanna seem to eager and get there before him, so I walk around aimlessly for a while, not sure of what to do.

It's a bit dumb, why am I putting so much thought into the impression I'll leave? Dont be stupid joon its because of his monster dick.

I hum approvingly, almost shuddering at the thought of it. God it really was the best.

After about 15 minutes of just walking, I make my way back, checking the time. Its 3:24, we agreed on 3:30. As much as I'd hate to admit, he didnt seem all that intrested. So I'm doubting hes gonna show up right on time.

I pout, he really didnt seem intrested. But whatever, I dont need his interest, I need his fat dick.

I kick small rocks, eyes turned to my toes as I make my way over. Maybe if I get something with cream I can make a slut show out of it and get him all hot and bothered.

I cant help but chuckle, that sounds good. I'll smear it around my lips and make a whole deal of wiping it away. I bet I could throw in a couple "fuck me" looks too.

Eventually, I end up at the cafe. I guess I lost track of time fantasizing about how I'm gonna get him to screw me.

I scrunch my nose, that's creepy isnt it.

Oh well, I could care less.

When I walk in, I quickly realize hes not here yet. The clock on the wall tells me its 3:46, 16 minutes past time.

I pout, unsatisfied.

Whining wont get me anywhere, so I order something with caramel in it and a fruit pastry, making sure to ask for extra whipped cream.

It's a cozy place, got that beige brown aesthetic. It looks out of a Harry Potter movie, you know what I mean? The shelves full of dark backed books really pull together the whole "I'm gonna curse, but cutely" vibe.

I sit impatiently with my order for another 5 minutes, but he eventually shows.

"Hi, sorry for the wait." He smiles, and I swoon. God, can he smile at me like that when he's balls deep in my ass?

"No worries, I wasn't here long. Order anything, please, it's on me." I lean forward, resting my elbows on the table and smirking softly.

He locks eyes with me, a knowing look across his pretty face before he returns the same look.