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the achievement times website is so, so incredible, and really inspirational for what can be done with a fansite! it’s so sophisticated and pretty and informative, i hope you guys are super proud of it, because you’re doing an amazing job :)

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Hello there, new one! Your first one was great, mommy Eunbi as a start always goes.

I know it has been done before, but ruining Minju is just so ugh great, so I'd love to see something like that (or any Minju fic at all, I'm a little deprived)

Anyways, good luck and have a great time :)

Long Ride Home

Kim Minju x M!Reader

Warnings: Rushed editing (as usual)

I feel so sorry that I haven't gone to this as quickly as I should. But here I am doing it now. Thank you so much for being my first request, and for always supporting me @fillinforlater. :) Love ya buddy! I feel so sorry that I haven't thanked you enough. Hope you know I appreciate you.

Also special thanks to @kaedewrites for sending…Minju stuff to get me in the mood to write her ;)

2:45 a.m.

The time surprises you; you are not aware that you have been in the backseat of the taxicab car for so long. You swear you had ridden the cab at 6:00 p.m., so you'd naturally expect the ride to be brief since you have left the hotel with Minju early.

Maybe it's going to be quite a long ride home after all.

Sigh softly and switch your phone back off after seeing the time. You've been on the road home for over eight hours now yet you still don't feel sleepy. Normally you would have dozed off on Minju's lap in the car and be awakened when you've finally gotten home, but it seems the roles have reversed.

As the cab gets stuck in a frustrating traffic jam and beeps echo outside, your girlfriend is fast asleep on your lap. Her head is covered by strands and strands of dark hair, and her tiny body is covered by your jacket. You have been absentmindedly caressing her hair for so long that you have not really noticed that she has fallen asleep.

You take your focus away from the shining streetlights and night sky, then place it onto Minju instead.

This is so much better.

You love Minju. You could explain how much you love her in three five-page essays complete with the Times New Roman font and margins, but you'd dumb down your love for her for the masses into three reasons:

One: she's gorgeous.

Let's start off with the most obvious reason. Minju is probably the most perfect girl in the world, both physically and as a person too. Her hourglass body could tell time (ahem, @kaedewrites); plentiful breasts, gorgeous curves that slant to her supple thighs and long legs, and a pretty face. Everyone is jealous of you for getting the Kim Minju as your girlfriend, and honestly, you could see why.

But her prettiness is all they see. You as her boyfriend know what lies within her.

Which brings us to the second reason: she's an angel. Yes, yes, you know all the ramble about "Minju Angel" among her fans, and you agree with them wholeheartedly. She is the only person who has cared for you sincerely. She does not expect that you treat her as some sort of princess in return, though you do so anyway because you love her that much.

And third: Kim Minju is—

Her eyes flicker. One of the horns beeping has woken her up.

Her eyes roam around the ceiling at the car for a while, trying to regain sensibility. It is only when they meet yours is that a small grin forms on her sleepy face.

"Hi," you tell her softly, thumb running comforting patterns on her cheek.

"Hnghh, hi." She stretches her arms, making a sound of exhaustion. "Are we there yet?"

You shake your head. "No."

"Aw."

The look of disappointment of her face makes you chuckle. When she sits up, you take her face into your hands and give her a kiss.

"Don't worry. We have lots of time to spare."

Minju smiles against your lips, kissing back just as lovingly.

The atmosphere shifts into something new. Despite the cool air-conditioning in the car, heat spreads through your skin as Minju climbs onto your lap, moaning softly while her small hands fumble on your belt, trying to undo it.

"Really, Minju? Here?"

Minju laughs. "You started it!"

"Yeah, but…"

"Why? Too scared?"

"Of—of course not."

Minju grinds against your crotch, her lithe hands holding onto your shoulders. She's the personification of temptation, a gorgeous devil sent by the underworld to lure you to eternal fire. And somehow, hell feels like paradise to you.

You trace your hands down her body. You love how the white off-shoulder looks on her, offering a lovely view of her curves and defined shoulders. Her shorts are cut high enough to let you grab her silky thigh and tug her closer, groaning at her crotch humping your restrained erection.

"What if the driver hears?" you ask her, still unsure. Though the uncertainty is starting to slowly drift away, you remain concerned about what is happening.

"Let him enjoy the show," Minju coaxes. Her hands trail down from your shoulders and onto the zipper of your jeans. She palms your bulge for a few good seconds, leaving you panting at the feeling.

She unzips your jeans impatiently then reaches in and pulls out your throbbing dick. Minju wraps her hand around it to give it a few good pumps, eyes remaining on your face to see your reaction, before straddling you even more and sitting on it completely.

The car has begun moving again. Minju moans as the rough road causes the vehicle to shake, making her bounce repeatedly on your dick. She places her hands back on your broad shoulders to hump your crotch by herself.

Groan softly while she rides you. The quick thrusts in and out of her folds bring heaven to earth though you know you don't deserve it for enjoying this much sinning. You use your hold on her thighs as leverage to thrust up into her, the fabric of the shorts and panties tugged aside a strange but lovely feeling on your member.

Obscene wet sounds start to fill the car along with Minju's wanton moans. The noises of skin slapping against skin increase when your girlfriend rides you harder.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Each pound into Minju evokes a whiny moan. Her tight curvy body bouncing onto you is a heavenly sight, along with her eyes flickering rolling to the back of her head and her mouth wide open with her tongue sticking out. Her expression contrasts her innocent face.

She looks like a slut. Someone who started out pure and innocent, but fell prey to the sins that seem so addicting.

And you love it.

"Fuck, Minju…" you moan. Lean forward to kiss her deeply, a supporting hand on her back and another on her waist while hers tangle themselves in your hair.

Her small plump tits heave up and down behind her top. Grope one in your hand and knead it like dough. You pull the top up till the hem rests above her breasts, then suck on her tits like a hungry infant.

A strange sensation begins to form at the pit of Minju's stomach, constantly pulling her towards the edge like a rope.

The rope breaks.

Minju screams when she cums all over you, dampening your jeans and her shorts. Her wetness mingled with her cum stains your thigh as you moan and fuck her onto your dick, determined to reach your own orgasm.

"Fuck!" Minju gasps.

You bite your lip to hold back a groan when you blow, cream squirting from your rod and into her tight cavern. her. Minju quivers as your semen fills her to the brim, cream-like fluids mingling between her folds and spilling on your lap.

She pants exhaustedly, feeling full after the heated session. She tries to lift herself off of your lap, but doing so makes her sensitive pussy cum even more. So she stays there for a while on your lap, moving her hips in circles to wring more cum from you.

Both of you break away from your trance when the car stops.

You look at the driver. You have forgotten that he's even there. "We're not there yet," you inform him confusedly. "Why did you stop?"

The driver turns to the two of you at the back. You realize it's the first time you've seen his face completely in the whole ride.

A smile forms on his face. "Mind if a third joins the party?"

You raise your eyebrows. What does he mean? You weren't hosting a party—

Oh, wait.

Oh.

Oh.

He means that.

You turn to Minju questioningly. She smiles at you, then turns her body with her back turned to you to face the driver. With a quick tug off of her shorts, she is able to show him her creampied pussy, leaking of cum and her wetness.

"Why not?"