WARNINGS: Strong language, build up, shopping, themes of sexual frustration and desire, major angst, explicit sexual content, masturbation, use of sex toys, orgasm denial and edging, mild over-stimulation, mild breeding kink, so much oral, fluffy tones at the end
DESCRIPTION: Requested by a baby anon
PAIRINGS: Self-insert, female reader x Hyunjin
12:00pm sharp, he’d said. Be on time, he’d said. Make sure you don’t miss your alarm, he’d said.
If there was one thing that could ever be considered consistent about Hwang Hyunjin, it was his inane ability to dish out advice without actually ever taking it himself.
You pulled your phone from your jeans pocket, tapping the screen to life before sending him a rudimentary message that wasn’t full of your usual bright inflection. And that, of course, was entirely deliberate.
[12:42] Where in the name of fuck are you?
Stood outside the entrance to the mall, your foot tapped impatiently against the concrete as you crossed your arms over your chest. Bringing your phone to your chin, you glanced up and down the street, searching for any sign of his dusty blonde head.
You knew you should have gone through with picking him up on your way here, yet he’d insisted on driving himself. Any excuse to use that flash new car he’d bought, despite the fact he’d never actually told you how he’d afforded it. Call you naive, but it wasn’t often that second year college students rolled up to lectures in a brand new BMW. But Hyunjin was nothing if not flamboyant.
And almost as if on cue, the familiar roar of the robust engine you’d grown to know, and subsequently loathe, echoed from down the road. You fought the urge to grimace at the obnoxious sound, yet worse than that was the doubly obnoxious bassline blaring from the speakers of the car, made all the louder by the fact that he’d opted to wind the roof of the car down. Of course it was also a fucking convertible.
You almost wished he hadn’t turned up.
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