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PAIRING. cho hyunju x f!reader

CW. smut !! mdni, dom reader, sub hyunju, post-op hyunju, car sex, fingering, oral, dirty talk, edging, hair pulling (also hyunju is a businesswoman in this 🤭 i need her biblically)

everything was fine tonight, except for the way your wife kept giving you bedroom eyes like you weren’t both in the middle of a perfectly respectable company event.

she was composed, of course. always was. with her pristine posture and unreadable expression, smile polite in that deliberate way she got when there were stakes in the room. which there always were, apparently. clients, higher-ups, internal people who wanted to be higher-up, and she was handling all of it like she was built for this.

meanwhile, you were planted at her side, sipping something red and expensive, trying to pretend like you hadn’t already memorized how her dress clung to her thighs the second she sat down. it wasn’t even that flashy of a dress, just this elegant, dark silk that looked dangerous on her and cost too much.

someone stopped by to talk to her, a senior partner or something, and you blinked back into it just as the man gave you both a quick glance.

“and this must be your…?”

“my wife,” hyunju filled in smoothly, placing a steady hand on your thigh like it belonged there. “she’s putting up with all this for me tonight.”

you simply smiled in response, caught slightly off guard by the way her tone dipped. warm and a little teasing, like you were being doted on or handled. not too far from how she’s been acting all night up to this moment, though. you gave the man a polite greeting and went back to sipping your wine.

“lucky woman, huh?” he chuckled.

hyunju didn’t miss a beat.

“i am.”

then you felt the slow shift of her thumb. higher, then back and forth. she’s not distracted at all. she’s teasing you, and she knows. you can tell by the way her eyes flick to your lips for a split second. she’s been watching you all night, every flush of your skin, every time you cross your legs under the table, every breath you hold.

you side-eye her but she doesn’t look back at you, just keeps the conversation going like nothing had happened. behind the veneer of it, you could tell she was gloating. not obnoxiously, she’d never risk being unprofessional, but her mouth twitched ever so slightly like she was holding back a grin. you nudge her leg lightly under the table, to which she doesn’t react.

oh, okay. she wanted to play it like that tonight. fine by you. she could savor the moment, soak up the compliments, let her colleagues think she was the one running the show. you knew the truth. and more importantly, she did too. she’d be alone with you eventually, and that’s when things would get interesting.

conversation kept flowing. mostly about market shifts, client retention, project leads. stuff you half-listened to while nodding politely, only really tuning in when hyunju’s hand would shift on your leg or her voice would dip low enough to feel like it was directed at you.

then someone else swooped in - younger guy, a little too eager - and pulled her away gently with some quick apology. “hyunju-ssi, can i steal you for a moment? they’re talking about the awards over there-”

she glanced at you, squeezed your hand once, and slipped out of the booth. you stayed put, swirling the last bit of red in your glass, watching her from a distance. even across the room, she moved like she owned it. you watched her smile through another long-winded story from someone who clearly adored the sound of his own voice.

her eyes drifted toward you mid-conversation, just for a second. you raised your brows in response and she bit back a smile, teeth barely grazing her lip before she smoothed it into something less obvious. she looked back at the guy she was talking to, gave a polite nod here, a quiet laugh there, but her attention was gone.

whatever the man was chatting her ear off about - accolades, performance metrics, something very official sounding, she gave him the bare minimum. enough to not be rude, but you could tell she’d already checked out.

her free hand was wrapped lightly around the stem of her glass, thumb stroking it slow like she was thinking hard about something else. something better. and honestly, she was already running excuses through her head. how much longer she’d have to wait before she could drag you out of here without it seeming premature. technically, she’d been here for hours. smiled enough, thanked enough people, kissed enough ass. was it early? maybe a little, but that could be her out.

you took a slow sip of your wine, eyes still locked on her as she did another round of polite nodding. when she glanced at you again, a bit longer this time like she couldn’t help it, you gave her the smallest smile.

you didn’t have to say a thing. she got the message. and god, it lit her up. just a flicker. just enough to make her shift slightly in her heels and grip the glass a little tighter, eyes narrowing like she was recalculating.

you could practically hear it: fifteen more minutes, tops. and then you’re out.

but of course, it’s never that easy.

you see it on her face: the barely there sigh, the polite reset of her posture when another conversation catches her before she can make her exit. one more person who just has to introduce her to their client, one more colleague pulling her aside for “just a second”, which turns into another ten minute debrief on a deal she closed last quarter. she handles it well, no surprise there.

you stay posted near the back of the room, pretending to scroll through something on your phone while you wait her out. you catch her eyes once or twice, lingering glances she doesn’t even try to mask anymore, and you can tell she’s losing steam. you are too but in a different way.

by now, your body’s tense with all of it. the way her voice sounds when she’s in her element. the way she keeps looking at you like she wants to fold you in half but won’t dare say a word. the way you’ve had to behave all night, when all you want is to get her somewhere quiet and ruin the careful way she’s carrying herself. it’s stacked up now, tight in your chest.

so when you finally feel her hand slide against your lower back and hear her low, warm voice in your ear, “we’re heading out”, you don’t hesitate.

you don’t even pretend to say goodbye to anyone else. she does it quickly. a few quick nods, smiles, one last thank you to someone on her team, and then she’s guiding you out through the doors, walking a little faster than usual like she can’t wait anymore either.

—

the car door shuts with a heavy click and you don’t even wait for her to fasten her seatbelt before your fingers find her jaw. gentle for now, just enough pressure to tilt her face toward you, enough authority to make her stop whatever smug little act she thought she was still getting away with. hyunju’s lips are already parted like she’s been waiting for this, and you know she has.

"you’ve been a fucking nightmare tonight."

her smile twitches, lips curving even as she exhales sharp through her nose.

"i have no idea what you mean." of course she doesn’t.

two seconds later, you’re straddling her in the passenger seat, pulling her down until she’s reclined just enough to give you room, and her silence becomes less smug and more breathless. the click of your seatbelt forgotten, the fabric of her dress wrinkled under your grip, the faintest trace of her perfume still clinging to her collarbone. you're not even touching her properly yet and her mask is already cracking.

"you think you can tease me all night," you murmur, dragging your lips along the shell of her ear, "flashing me those fucking eyes, pretending you're not soaked under that dress. you really thought i was gonna wait until we got home?"

might as well, she didn’t get these windows tinted for nothing, did she?

hyunju lets out the faintest noise - strangled, needy, barely held in check. her manicured fingers dig into your hips like she’s considering taking control back, but you pin them to the seat easily, mouth pressing hot against her neck, teeth grazing the skin just enough to make her arch into you. she’s still trying to look composed even now, but her body doesn’t lie.

you trail one hand down between her legs, the curve of her thighs parting like instinct. when you press your fingers over the thin barrier of her panties, her whole body twitches beneath you like she can’t decide if she wants to beg or resist.

“i should leave you like this,” you whisper, dragging your fingers just barely up her slit, slow and cruel, “make you sit through the whole ride home dripping like a little mess. bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

she doesn’t answer. just breathes out your name in a shaky voice, and that’s enough. you push the fabric aside, slide two fingers in deep and watch her melt against the leather seat.

her breath hitches when your fingers push in deep, the wet heat of her pussy clenching down like her body’s been starving for it all night. her jaw’s tight now, eyes fluttering shut like she’s trying to center herself.

you curl your fingers just right and her hips buck involuntary, a gasp slipping out before she can catch it. that’s better. you press your mouth to the base of her throat, but don’t kiss her yet.

“don’t cum.”

she freezes beneath you, eyes snapping open, dark and wide like you’ve just dared her to do the one thing she’s dying for.

“i wasn’t going to,” she lies, already trembling.

even now, she still had the nerve to tease you. your fingers move slow now, deep and rhythmic, knuckles dragging right against the spot that makes her toes curl. her legs try to close around you and push back against the pressure, but you pin her thigh open with your free hand and keep working her with that maddening patience that always unravels her. she's breathing hard, biting down on the sounds that slip through her teeth when you speed up just a little. you can feel her getting close, clamping on your fingers. that desperate rhythm of her hips that tells you everything she won’t say out loud.

you look up and her eyes are barely open, glazed over with a dazed, heavy-lidded look that makes your chest tighten. the low lighting inside the car makes her look even more unreal, muscles pulled tight beneath her skin, her back arching as everything in her winds up tighter by the second.

you pull your fingers out all of a sudden, slick and glistening, and sit back just enough to watch the look on her face shift from hazy pleasure to furious disbelief.

“what are you-” she starts, voice hoarse, breath catching.

“oh?” you murmur, licking her taste off your fingers with a slow drag of your tongue. “something to say?”

she glares, but it’s useless when her thighs are shaking and her cheeks are flushed and she’s grinding down against nothing because she can’t help it. you kiss her then, finally, rough and deep, swallowing the tension straight from her mouth. when you pull back, she’s breathless and wrecked, her lipstick smudged and chest rising in uneven waves.

“are you gonna be good for me this time, ju?” you ask as your fingers trail back down, lazy but threatening. “or do i make you wait longer?”

“no i’ll be good, i promise.” hyunju nods repeatedly. such a perfect sight for you.

you slide down her body, hands firm on her thighs as you press them open wider. she groans when your mouth hovers over her pussy, so close she can feel the heat of your breath but not close enough to touch. her panties are ruined - soaked and clinging, so you tug them off slowly, letting the cool air hit her just before your mouth does. she jerks when your tongue finally presses flat against her, the soft, slow lick that makes her hips roll up without thinking. you grip her tighter to hold her in place, and dive in - steady, deep, relentless.

she’s so fucking sensitive already from all that teasing. every time your tongue flicks her clit she tenses, fingers clawing at the seat, head tilted back like she’s praying and failing. you moan into her folds, letting her feel just how much you love ruining her like this.

the moment your lips close around her swollen bud is enough to have her eyes roll back into her skull, plump lips parting with a soft, shocked gasp as you keep the pressure on. she’s getting louder and louder by the moment, but her mind can’t focus on anything else that isn’t your tongue and the quickened build up of her climax.

and just when she starts shaking again, thighs trembling on either side of your head, you pull back. her eyes shoot open in confusion as soon as you stop.

“no!” she gasps. “fuck- baby, please. ‘m so sorry, just please.”

you look up at her, lips shining with her slick as they curved into a slow smile.

“that’s my wife,” you hum, pleased. “you begging now?”

she nods again, desperate this time. “i’ll do anything, please… need you so bad.”

you go back in harder. wrapping your mouth around her clit again, sucking just enough to make her cry out. you give her everything - tongue buried deep, lips slick against hers, pressure and pace building fast. she's moaning your name like it’s a lifeline, like she’ll lose her mind if you stop again.

“mmm fuck don’t stop, i can’t hold it in- i’m so close.” she begs, flashing you her sweet puppy eyes as her eyebrows pinch together in frustration.

this time, when her walls clench around your fingers and her voice hits that pitch, you don’t stop. you let her fall until she cums on your mouth, her whole body convulsing beneath you like she’s never felt relief like it before. her hands tangle in your hair and pull, anchoring herself to you as she rides it out, voice ragged and raw.

you don’t stop when she finishes. you keep going with slow, teasing licks now, your fingers joining again, two, then three, curling just right until she’s gasping all over again, pleading without words. her second orgasm builds faster, crashing through her like a wave she couldn’t outrun even if she tried.

when she’s finally gone limp beneath you, breathing hard and twitching with every aftershock, you kiss her inner thigh softly. easing her dress back down, you smooth the expensive fabric over her trembling thighs before crawling back up to kiss her, letting her taste herself on your tongue.

hyunju’s arms wrap around your waist, holding you in place as her hand drifts slowly up and down your back, tracing calming circles over your spine while her heart slows against yours.

her voice is hoarse when she finally speaks, breath warm against your mouth.

“you’re lucky i love you.”

you smile sweetly, brushing her bangs back from her damp forehead. “oh, baby. you were lucky i waited this long.”

#HOT #omg i need her biblically

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