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

whatever

Namjoons POV

I hear his car door shut. Then the car starts. And then it's gone. He really fucked me and just left me here? Honestly cant even be upset, I'm just kinda disappointed.

I stumble down the street following my route home. My ass hurts, and my knees are scraped, and I'm about to fall asleep and I'm covered in cum.

Maybe I am upset, maybe I'm a little bit sad. I mean, who wouldn't be? I was hopeful, I've been looking for a boyfriend for a while. Someone to love and receive love from, and he seemed really nice the last time we hooked up.

But I suppose it is my fault for expecting to much of a man I met at a club.

I let out a solemn sigh, turning the key into the door and walking in. More so limping like a hit dog.

I kick off my shoes, shedding my soiled clothes as I make my way to the bathroom. Maybe some hot water will take away the ache? I doubt it, I think he tore me a bit.

Deciding to stop thinking about it I turn on the water till the bathroom fills with steam, stepping under the scorching rays.

It burns, it burns bad, but in a good way, you know? If I distract myself I cant think about how I let myself down, my bleeding ass, bloody knees, and how.. how.. dirty, I feel.

He came, and dipped. No kiss goodbye or apology for how rough he was. He didnt even smile before he left. I thought people were supposed to like you after sex, that's like the whole reason I went home with him in the first place.

I bang my head softly against the shower wall, sighing to myself. I suppose I could take it as a compliment.. it's not a compliment, I'm just trying to make myself feel better.

The realization of how rude the situation really was hits and I sniffle. Am I my body? We had a whole conversation, he didnt seem interested but I thought talking to him would ease him into liking me.

I guess I was wrong, at least he thinks my body's pretty? . . . Not worth how I feel right now.

I finish up, drying off and making my way to my room. I slip on some boxers and a t shirt, because I cant stand when my nipples touch the bed. It's a bit weird but I cant sleep and it's so uncomfortable.

I tuck myself under the sheets, turning my lights off and eyeing my phone. It's been silent since I got here.

Shrugging softly I nuzzle under the covers. I had fun, I like his dick, but bomb sex isnt really worth how shitty I feel right now.

I know I'll want to, I've convinced myself hes perfect for me because he can fuck good, but i wont text again. I'm better than him, and I dont need his fat dick, or his affection.