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hello!! i just read tangsuyuk love and it was great<3 i just had to ask- are you korean?? bc i am!! and i thought the fic had a lot of small details in it that i wouldnt have thought a foreigner would know!!

*blushes hard* \(★ω★)/

This is the ultimate compliment for my story, you seriously made my day! No I’m not Korean, most of the details are based on painstaking research (and my unhealthy love for k-dramas). I have an alarming number of Chinese take-out menus now stored on my laptop and spent an unhealthy amount of time on the Yonsei homepage in order to try and make the story fit together the way I wanted to until I gave up and just decided to take some ‘artistic freedom’ and invent stuff.  I have briefly visited Seoul before a couple of years ago, so some details are also based on that experience.

Magical morning ✨🍏

Good Riddance #5

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: There were two things life taught you. Money bought comfort, not happiness. And love was always a gateway to pain. When your former best friend Jimin suddenly returns into your life, he challenges your belief and rips open the past you tried so hard to forget.

Genre: heirs au, girl boss, e2l, angst, mutual pining, smut, feat. OT7

Warnings: smut. just filthy, sexy smut. 

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: Boom chicka wow wow. Ok? Ok. 

Read: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | [ongoing]

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We cordially invite you to celebrate 20 years of love, life and laughter with us.

A beautiful letterpress invitation sat on your office desk. Ash oohed and aahed when she laid eyes on the intricate embossing and rose-gold foiled edges. Why your parents decided to formally invite you to their wedding anniversary was still a mystery to you, but when you asked over dinner the only answer you got was “The invites are too pretty not to be shared.” Apparently, they also sent an invite to Eri. They probably would’ve sent one to Endo as well if he had a way of receiving it at university. Maybe they should have just mailed one to themselves while they were already at it.

Next to the invite rested your culprit of a phone. Across the span of the day you felt increasingly mocked by its black screen. At some point you angrily turned it over altogether and sent it into detention. You were still wrestling with yourself whether or not to chew Jimin out for ignoring you. He was coming in for a meeting later which meant he still had a few hours to respond before he had to face your ire. Or more likely, you had a few hours left to become increasingly agitated.

While your relationship with Jimin used to be blurry and complicated, now it transitioned into blurry and confusing. Things got busy after the approval of the permit. Gone were the early morning breakfasts, replaced by late evening work sessions and take out with your team in your office. Then the holiday season rolled around, forcing you to juggle your already demanding work schedule with family obligations on top. The only times you ever saw each other were during your meetings at his or your office, but there was never enough time to talk about anything else than work.

This left the both of you with only one option – your phones.

“When can I see you again?” Jimin sighed.

“You saw me yesterday at your office.”

He snorted on the other end of the line. “You know that’s not the same. We were talking about hydraulic pumps and water filtration systems.”

“And why exactly is that my fault? Both our schedules don’t match up. I’m sure things will become a bit less crazy once construction starts.”

“I miss you, that’s all.” The longing was evident in his voice.

You didn’t know how to respond. During your childhood you were certainly no stranger to saying ‘I miss you’ or ‘I love you’ to Jimin, he used to blatantly demand it. But back then those words meant something different. Or maybe back then your emotional capacity was still somewhat intact.

After a brief pause he added, “I should let you get back to work. Talk to you later.”

Nowadays he never pushed you to respond, but in each of your conversations he would sneak in something along those lines. A part of you liked that he was open about how he felt, it was something so quintessentially him. Another part of you was scared completely senseless and told you to run. If this were any other guy you would’ve long kicked him to the curb out of an instinct of self-preservation.

But who were you kidding? Your instinct has long proven that it was completely messed up when it came to Park Jimin.

[09:12 PM] You: are you coming to my parents’ anniversary?

The message sat there, patiently waiting to be read since last night. Maybe the true source of your annoyance wasn’t your disobedient phone or an unresponsive Jimin, maybe you were just annoyed that anybody had this kind of power over you.

>Beep<

“Ms. L/N, your 2 pm appointment has arrived.”

“Send them straight in Ash.”

>Beep<

Ash briefly knocked on your door and pushed it open. Jungkook entered your office.

“Mr. Jeon is it just you today?” you asked a bit surprised.

Jungkook gave you a friendly grin and said, “Yes, Mr. Park had some urgent matters to attend, so he had to leave on a business trip short notice. He sends his apologies and regards.”

Your mind blanked as you processed his words. A second later you plastered an equally friendly expression on your face and gestured for him to sit down.

Don’t shoot the messenger.

“Would you like something to drink, Mr. Jeon? An Americano?” Ash asked with a blinding smile. She seemed to have taken a liking to the handsome young man, you would’ve been amused if you weren’t so god damn furious.

Oblivious as ever Jungkook responded, “Yes, that would be wonderful.”

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[4:37 PM] You: you send your regards?

[4:37 PM] You: you send your fucking regards?!

[4:37 PM] You: who are you? my great aunt elise?

[4:50 PM] Chims: Sorry… I’ll call you later when I’m free.

His call came at 1 am in the morning. You let your phone ring for a while, glaring at the screen, before you finally picked up.

“Are you asleep?” he asked.

What a stupid question.

“No, not yet,” you answered curtly.

“Sorry I fell asleep last night as soon as I got back to the hotel. It’s the jet lag,” he said with a tired sigh.

A surge of questions popped into your head, you struggled to pick one that didn’t sound outright mean or offensive. You took a deep breath and settled on a simple, “What time is it?”

“Around 6 am? I have about an hour before I have to start the day.” The exhaustion was clear in his voice.

Your anger started to ebb, there was no point in stressing him when you could basically imagine him being brain-dead on his feet. What bothered you wasn’t that he suddenly left for a business trip or cancelled the appointment. Things happened; you would know better than anybody else. He at least could’ve thought to tell you himself.

“You should go back to sleep, Jimin. We can talk later,” you said, your tone softening.

There was a rustling in the background, he was scrambling in his bedsheets you presumed. “No, it’s alright. If I go back to sleep now, I’ll probably never wake up again.”

Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving? The question burned at the tip of your tongue.

“Sorry that I ignored your text. I was in a rush to get to the airport. This artist we’ve been scouting for months finally showed interest to work with us and agreed to meet up, so I had to jump at the chance. I’m really sorry, please don’t be mad.”

You sighed into the phone, “I get it, you’ve got to grab the opportunity when it presents itself. I’m not mad. How long will you be staying?”

Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?

“Probably a week, maybe even two?” he said in a long exhale, “I might as well use the time while I’m here and follow up on some other topics as well. This means we won’t be seeing each other for another while. I’m sorry.”

Why did he keep on apologizing? You didn’t need an apology; you wanted an explanation. But then again, what if his reason wasn’t something you wanted to hear? You decided to swallow your question for now.

“Your work is important to you. I’m the last one who can complain about that. Let me know if there’s anything I can help with,” you said.

“Yeah, thanks,” Jimin responded and switched to the next topic, “How was your day?”

A hundred new questions formed in your head, but you swallowed those as well. You hated it when other people were clingy, you couldn’t become clingy yourself.

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Your house bustled with people, most of them event planning staff who were scrambling to get the party set up. Again, you questioned your parents’ decision and asked them why they had the inclination to turn your family townhouse into a construction site rather than just rent a venue. Their response was “Because it is more intimate.” You really didn’t understand what could possibly be considered intimate about having 200 guests over at your house.

Eri and you spent the afternoon locked up getting ready, trying to ignore the strangers who kept popping up in weird corners of your house. Eri chose an above knee dress adorned with embroidered flowers. She looked like she stepped right out of A Midsummer Night’s Dream and straight into your bedroom. Your little sister was a real heartbreaker, you were glad she was too obsessed with dancing and hoped she would never notice.

Unlike Eri, you opted for a simple silk dress. The color was a shimmering navy that sometimes shifted into green under the right light. It was ankle-length and fuss-free, the most exciting part about it was probably the thigh slit. All you wanted was something comfortable to get you through the night. It was a deceivingly clever and simple thing that gave off the perception that you were trying a lot harder than you actually were.

The event staff was seamlessly replaced by the incoming party guests. People started piling in, you joined your parents at the entrance and greeted all of them. The great room was cleared of furniture, giving way to a band and space for mingling and dancing. The guests slowly spread across the house, some up on first-floor wet bar area overlooking the people below, others outside on the second-floor terrace or the ground floor gardens, which were both equipped with outdoor heating.

It was a merry night, your dad and Aveline were clearly enjoying themselves amongst their friends. Seeing the loving gaze your dad gave his wife, you decided maybe you didn’t mind the 8 am tear-down crew the next morning so much anymore. A strange sense of longing settled inside you as you continued to observe them throughout the night. You delved into conversation and tried to shake off the ache as best as you could.

“…and the unconditional love you have shown me and our family. You deserve all the love in life, dad. May you and Aveline have 20 years more of happiness and another 20 after that.”

A glowing buzz hung in the air, people applauded and raised their glasses, warm embraces were exchanged, some guests even shed a tear or two. The music started playing again in the background as you wound your way through the crowd back to your friends.

“That was an interesting speech,” Namjoon commented as you joined him.

You clinked your glass and said, “Well, sorry I’m no Plato like you. What was it you said during your engagement party? ‘Happiness is nothing much. When I get to wake up next to you, that’s happiness.’ It was so sweet I almost got instant diabetes.”

Jin cupped his face and snickered, “I for sure know the ladies are happy when they wake up next to my handsome face.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes at the both of you. “That’s not what I meant. I always thought you really liked Aveline.”

“I do. She’s nice, sometimes a bit fussy, but overall always nice. Why? Did my speech come across as different?” you asked, puzzled.

“No I liked it, especially when you mentioned their romantic getaway escapade. That was hilarious!” Jin reassured you.

A pondering frown set on Namjoon’s face.

“Just spit it out, Joons. I know you want to say something,” you prompted.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you just sounded distant. Most of your speech was directed to your dad. It just made me wonder how close you actually were to Aveline,” he said.

“Oh,” you answered lamely. His observation confounded you a bit. Your relationship with Aveline wasn’t something you ever gave much thought to. She was there, your dad was happy, you guys got along, and you went on with your lives. It never came to your mind to expect anything else of her, or maybe that she might have expected something else of you. “We don’t have that much in common, maybe that’s why.”

“Hmm,” was all Namjoon replied.

“I hope you’re not having too much fun without me,” an unexpected voice breathed into your ear. You startled slightly as a warm hand fell onto your waist.

“Yeah Jimins!” Jin exclaimed and pulled the boy out from behind you into a crushing hug. Once Jin had his fill, he handed him over to Namjoon who was equally affectionate. Jimin steadied himself after Namjoon finally released him and ran a hand through his ruffled hair. Your surprise was quickly replaced by a fond smile which you couldn’t hold back at the sight them.

Jin noticed your expression and immediately asked, “So I take it the both of you have finally made up?”

You knew this question would get asked sooner or later, but it didn’t mean you were any more prepared to answer. Namjoon and Jin were one of the only people who actually knew that you fell out. They were the ones who supported your ludicrous idea of chasing Jimin around the globe and picked you up when you returned a crying mess. Both Jimin and you seemed to have kept private about your broken past.

Jimin was about to answer before you cut him off with a nonchalant shrug, “We’re trying. Why not?” He gave you a strange look.

“We haven’t seen you around much, Chims,” Namjoon remarked.

“I’ve been really busy with the company. Being here at HQ directly under my father is quite an experience,” he said evenly, but his eyes bored into you, “Since we’re apparently trying, do you want to dance Y/N?”

His hand was on your back and guiding you away from the group before you even had the chance to stammer a “Sure” and pass your glass to Jin.

On the dance floor he smoothly slipped one hand into yours and pulled you closer with the other one resting on your back. Plenty of other people swayed around you and distracted you from the sudden proximity to him. His eyes, his cheeks, his beautiful lips where inches away from your face. Every ridge of his body was tangible against yours. Maybe your silk dress wasn’t such a smart choice after all.

You decidedly turned your head and looked past his shoulder into the crowd as he started to slowly twirl you across the space. “What are you doing here? I didn’t think you could make it,” you asked.

“We finished our talks with Vante this week. Things are looking good; he’s really difficult to gauge, but I think he seems to like the idea of Gaea. We sent him our contract so all I can do right now is wait for his response. I ca…”

“Wait, the artist you’re trying to commission is Vante?” you interrupted, your eyes returning to his face. Jimin raised an eyebrow at your small outburst. You hushed your voice as you remembered the crowd you were amongst, “That’s a huge deal! That’s probably going to be more sensational than the hotel itself.”

“It’s not just for media publicity. He did an extraordinary greenhouse art installation last year in Greece. It played around with modern approaches of industrialization, shapes, colors and light. His style would fit perfectly with the overall concept.”

Yet again you were amazed by the ambition and care he put into this project. But just because you admired his drive, didn’t mean that all your worries lay forgotten. “And what about your other appointments?”

“I cancelled them.”

You danced in silence for a few moments as you contemplated his words.

Jimin leaned in and tried to catch your eyes. “Is everything alright?”

The question you wrestled with the entire week finally burst out, “Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?

Jimin gave you a surprised look, “I did, I sent Jungkook to tell you.”

“Exactly. You sent Jungkook. Do you know what a horrible feeling it was to have to find out through your assistant? I thought...,” you stopped yourself and looked away from him back into the crowd.

“You thought what?” he asked in a concerned voice.

“Never mind,” you said. Why did you even care so much? You didn’t want to make a scene at your parents’ party.

“You thought I’d left you again?” he asked quietly. When you didn’t respond he pulled you closer and said, “Y/N look at me.”

Why did it hurt so much to admit that you needed him? Slowly your gaze returned to his.

“I’m not going to leave you,” he murmured, “I’m sorry, you’re right I should’ve at least sent you a text. It’s a stupid habit. I don’t like to talk about things before they happen. What if they go wrong?”

You lifted your hand off his shoulder and gently brushed back his hair. “I’m sorry too. I’m trying, but I’m not very good at this. You know, you can tell me when you need help. You don’t have to do everything on your own.”

His gaze unconsciously moved from your eyes to your lips and back. “I missed you. I cancelled my appointments because I missed you. I’m happy I cut my trip short, otherwise I would have missed you in this dress,” he said in a low voice.

His words cracked something inexplicable inside you and released all the pent-up energy of the past few weeks. Washed away was any worry as desire slowly razed through your body. How many times have you replayed that moment in the library in your head? This moment right here wasn’t just a fading glimpse of your memory. Jimin’s warmth, his touch, his scent were all very real.

Jimin noted your change in demeanor and tried to backtrack. He tightened his grip and subtly checked his surroundings while he continued to sway as if nothing happened.

Too late. An all-consuming hunger overtook your mind.

“Follow me,” you whispered into his ear, before you broke away and headed towards the stairs. Jimin stood there perplexed for a second before he rushed after you. You would have preferred to make a turn into your bedroom, but unfortunately there were too many people lingering on the first floor, so you decided the closed off third floor would have to make do. You stalked past the doors until you reached the farthest corner and pulled him into the empty office.

The door slammed shut. Jimin was wide-eyed, trapped between you and the door.

“Y/N,” he breathed.

“What?” you hissed.

“We’re at your parents’ anniversary party,” he said in a low mutter.

“Then try to be quiet,” you said before you pulled him down and caught his lips between yours. The kiss was nothing like your first, if your first could even be called one. Your tongues and teeth collided, unraveling any bit of restraint. You felt intoxicated by his heady cologne as you writhed against him. The thin silk of your dress offered no barrier at all, the curves of your body moulded perfectly against his.

Jimin let out a loud moan when your thigh slid between his legs and your weight pressed against his crotch.

Your hands tightly grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face away from yours.  

“Shut up, Park. Do you want people to hear us?” you panted.

His only response was a heavy-lidded grin as his hands slowly made their way down the smooth material of your dress. They stopped on your ass.

“You’re not wearing any underwear,” he remarked in surprise.

You loosened your grip on his hair and guided one of his hands to the thigh slit which was now hitched up to your hip.

“This is silk, you idiot. Of course I’m not wearing any underwear.”

His hand wandered underneath your dress and explored your bare skin. Your breathing sped up as he moved closer and closer to your core. You should have been embarrassed by how aroused you already were. You could blame your weeks of dry spell, but the more likely reason was just Jimin. His fingers encountered your wetness as soon as he touched the inside of your thighs.

He moved along until he reached your folds. His gaze was focused on yours as he easily slid one of his fingers inside. He added another. You really should have felt embarrassed by how greedily your cunt sucked him up, but all you could concentrate on was the delicious stretch. He pulled out his fingers and effortlessly dipped them back in. You bit down on your lip to contain your whimper.

Jimin let out another groan, “You’re killing me, Y/N.”

As much as you wanted to rip off his clothes and fuck him senseless right then and there, Jimin was clearly too vocal.

You brought his lips back to yours and gave him a sloppy kiss before you whispered, “That’s it. You’re too loud. We need to go somewhere else.” It pained you to say this, your insides throbbed with need.

“Right now?” he asked incredulously.

“Hey, you’re the one who complained about being at my parents’ party,” you retorted with your last shred of sanity.

Reluctantly you both disentangled yourselves. Jimin removed his fingers with such an obscene noise, it almost broke your determination and made you beg him to just fuck you.

After a quick refresher in the bathroom, you inconspicuously made your way back downstairs, dodged a few chatty guests and slipped into Jimin’s car which was already waiting outside for you. Something about this whole situation made you feel like a hormonal teenager sneaking around in the middle of the night.

“Where to?” he asked a little bit breathless.

“Your place.”

He stared at you.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he said as he shifted gear and sped down the street.

“What?” you asked again, this time putting your hand on his thigh. His leg twitched.

“I was just under the impression you were happy to never go back there.” Your cunt ached at the raspiness in his voice.

Slowly your hand made its way to his crotch. From the side you saw how Jimin swallowed hard as you brushed across the strained fabric. His knuckles tightened on the steering wheel.

“Well, your impression was wrong,” you said, strangely calm. “Jimin?”

“Mhmm?”

“I think you should stop the car,” emphasizing your words with a slight squeeze.

Jimin let out a small gasp, then quickly turned onto a side street and parked the car. As soon as he killed the engine you kicked off your shoes, unbuckled your seatbelt and twisted into his lap to give him an untamed kiss. The steering wheel dug painfully into your back until he moved his seat back. His hands frantically searched for your skin and pushed up your dress, so you were sitting bare against his legs. His hands moved further up until they found your breast. He moaned when his fingers dug into the softness of your flesh.

“This is insane,” he muttered against your lips, “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“What?” you asked as you fumbled with his belt, “That we’re having sex in your car?”

“Everything,” he said as he helped you slide down his pants. His cock sprang free and slapped against his shirt. The sight of it only made you wetter. “That you’re so turned on you are dripping for me. That I need you so bad I’m gonna fuck you in this crammed space.” His fingers searched for your clit and pressed down when he found it, his thumb started drawing small circles. Your nails dug into the seat as you keened against him.

His eyes were completely black, irises eaten up by his blown-out pupils. There was hunger and lust in his gaze as he continued to drag his finger through your folds. You could tell he was pleased with himself for making you this wet.

Your mouth came back down on his. You pushed him further into the seat, pressing your body against his. His breath hitched when your core brushed against his cock. You moved your body up and down against his hard length and coated him in your arousal. Jimin moaned into your mouth with every pass while his hands where firmly on your ass guiding your movements. It was a messy affair; he could probably trash his shirt after this stint.

“Y/N,” he said in between moans, “do you need me to stretch you out?”

You slowed down your grinding and slowly kissed your way to his ear before you bit down on his earlobe. You felt his cock throb against your wetness. “No, I want you to fuck me open.”

“Shit,” was all he could muster in response.

Then he lifted your hips off of him and wrapped his hand around his cock to align it with your center. His tip teased your folds. You desperately needed him inside you now, but his other hand stopped you from dropping down immediately.

You turned your face to him in confusion and found him gazing at you softly. “Y/N, I promise I’m not going to leave you. You have no idea how much I need you. I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to. I…,” his voice trailed off.

Perhaps you had to accept the fact that Jimin will always be able to ruin you. But maybe instead of closing off your heart and dreading the end you could try and open it up to appreciate the present. For the first time since his return you decided to fully believe him. Your heart swelled.

His grip loosened on your hip and you sank down on him. An uninhibited moan escaped your lips as you took him in inch by inch. Jimin threw his head back against the headrest and groaned your name. You both stilled when you reached the hilt.

Sex has always been a physical outlet for you. A way to destress after a tough day or to lose yourself in an instance of reckless abandon. It was pure lust, no intimacy. This was different. This wasn’t just some fleeting encounter on a flirtatious night. This was Jimin. Never in a million years would you have imagined sharing this moment with him. The closeness you were experiencing now was not something you were used to, not even with him.

You pulled yourself up and felt his length stretch your walls. The shift elicited both a feeling of discomfort and pleasure. Jimin grabbed your hips and slowly guided you back down on him. He thrust up into you to meet you halfway. Your lips found his throat and kissed his bared skin. With every stroke the discomfort subsided and the pleasure increased. Your kisses turned into breathless pants. Jimin groaned at the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock.

At some point your slow sensual rolls turned into fast frenzied pushes. Your thighs protested against the speed at which you rode him, but you only cared about the feeling of him inside of you. The heat in the car rose, the tinted and fogged up windows didn’t offer much reprieve, any passerby would’ve been able to tell what was going on inside the car by the way it bounced. But who cared about passersby when you both had highs to chase?

The thin straps of your dress long fell off your shoulders, causing your breast to spill out of the dress. Jimin’s lips found their way to your chest and sucked greedily on any skin they could get a hold of. He grazed his teeth across your nipple and smoothed the hurt over with a lick of his tongue. His kisses, his touch, his cock, everything about him was driving you insane. His name rolled off your tongue in a high-pitched moan when he hit a particularly good spot. Jimin thrusted harder in response.

Your cunt tightened; you could almost taste the climax. Every part of you was filled by Jimin.

You let go of all your restraints and lost yourself in him. Jimin panted your name with every stroke, chanted it like a prayer as he feverishly plunged into you. The tension in your core became almost unbearable, ecstasy was raging through your entire body. You clung tightly to him as the tension finally broke and you orgasmed hard around him.

Your legs gave out, but Jimin gripped your hips and continued his unyielding thrusts. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were wild. Never have you seen someone so beautiful and tantalizing. You leaned forward and licked along the shell of his ear.

“Come for me, Chims. I want to feel you come for me,” you whispered.

Jimin’s only response was a desperate grunt before he exploded inside you.

His arms slacked in exhaustion, you slumped onto him and felt both your juices squelch and drip out of you. You could probably kiss your dress goodbye. Such a shame, you rather liked this one.

Jimin squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to catch his breath and gather his wits.

Laughter bubbled up from your throat when you took in his completely fucked-out state. You have never seen him this discomposed before.

At the sound of your amusement Jimin peeked open one eye and asked, “What’s so funny?”

You gently nudged his nose and said, “You. You look like your soul is about to leave your body. Should I be worried?”

“I just had the best sex of my life. I need a minute to collect myself.” His gaze suddenly turned from fucked-out to worried. “How are you so calm?”

You weren’t calm at all. Your heart pounded not just from the frenzied sex you just had. “Really the best sex of your life?” you asked salaciously. You squeezed your walls and got a delectable whimper in return. He was like putty in your hands. The hungry beast inside you reared its head again.

“Why? Is that so difficult to believe?” Jimin asked sheepishly. “I know you might not feel the same way bu…”

You cut him off with a kiss. “Chims, stop. We’re squished up in your car, my legs are sore, my dress is ruined. I think there are other things to worry about than mind-blowing sex.”

He paused a second at your words. A slow grin spread across his face, “I can get your dress dry-cleaned if you want.”

Leave it to him to act cute in a moment like this. Another laugh escaped your lips. “I don’t think anyone is willing to clean such a defiled dress. What I want is for you to drive us back to your place and then to fuck me until I’m hoarse.” You felt his cock stir at your words.

“Y/N you’re seriously going to kill me,” he groaned. He straightened your dress as much as he could before he lifted you off him. After some slight struggles, you managed to wiggle back into the passenger seat.

“Buckle up for the ride.”  

Your heart skipped and your cunt throbbed at his mischievous grin.

This was going to be a very long car ride home.

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31/05/20

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