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-PIZZA GIRL-
y/n:
It was only supposed to happen once.
At least that's what he told me when he pulled me into his shed the last night of summer break.
This had become a routine for us now during the summer...calling me over during my shift, inviting me over to the back, and fucking me ruthlessly into oblivion.
How could I say no though? it was Park fucking Jimin.
Just ask any female within a two feet radius of him.
My fingers clutched the pizza box tightly to my chest. I heaved up the long steps of his mansion like a wounded soldier, almost tripping like the klutz I am.
His house was pulsing with exotic lights. I could even smell the faint scent of weed lingering on the porch when I climbed up further.
Jimin had shot me a ceremonial text that read:
Jimin 10:34p
come over. need u
Which I replied
Y/n 10:35p
okay! sure! should i grab condoms?
Y/n 10:37p
should i bring a pizza again. it would be too weird if i showed up without one
Y/n 10:38
im never invited so....
Jimin 10:42
are u on ur way? and yes, bring pizza..my guest are hungry.
Jimin 10:43
and wear the hat..like fucking u in it.
So I stood here. On his porch. With my stupid hat with a pizza on top and my tight red shirt that squeezed my breast like they were oranges plus and my black jeans.
Don't they usually have medication to prepare you for this?
I pressed the doorbell, leaning back afterwards. The house was quiet for a few seconds until the door swung open revealing a shirtless guy with a plate covering his...
He looked completely drunk of his ass as he threw my change on the ground and ripped the pizza box from my palms.
Ummm...rude?
"Keep the change...god knows what you losers do on a Saturday night" He mumbled before slamming the door in my face.
I headed straight for my Ray, my Toyota, the only thing I actually gave two shits about in this world. I didn't want him to see me like this...on the verge of tears every time I come here.
I deserved better, at least I thought I did.
"Where do you think you're going?" God, I'm really starting to hate voice.
I spun myself around, gripping my keys tightly in my clammy hands. He was standing there, a bottle of beer in his hand, his blonde hair messy, his dress shirt unbuttoned all the way to his navel.
He looked royally fucked.
"Home." I replied, "Care to join?" I bit sarcastically. I could visibly see his jaw clench at my sarcasm.
Maybe that's why he always says he is gonna 'fuck the TUDE out of me.'
"What did I tell you about your attitude?" He practically shouted but nobody was around to even listen. The real party was inside.
I ignored him and headed towards my car again but unfortunately was stopped. Next thing I knew, I was against the hood of my car, his warm hands gripping my face so I could look at him.
Damn this man could be the next flash.
"Come inside." He mumbled, pressing his lips against my jaw.
Jesus, here we go again.
One
"No, don't want to." I think this was way too bold of Park to fuck me on the hood of my car.
