warnings: hickeys and markings , fingering (r receiving)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! | kinktober masterlist
yeon-jin's spacious bedroom is filled with the scent of her gourmand perfume and fresh fabric from the luxury outfits laid out on the bed.
she's your client, a beautiful weather-woman who is also the wife of a rich construction company owner.
you're a stylist. mainly, you work at siesta, jeon jae-jun's place.
today, you're supposed to help her with fittings for an upcoming event, but tension comes like it always had for the last two years you've been working with the evil woman.
jae-jun's been flirting relentlessly at his store with his touches on your arm, the way his eyes rake over you when you suggest outfits to clients.
yeon-jin knows.
she sees it all, and it boils her blood to where she wants jae-jun dead sometimes.
"he's been too close to you lately," yeon-jin murmurs, stepping behind you with the look that would've killed anybody in a mile radius if it could've.
the woman's fingers trail down your bare shoulder, exposed by the half-unzipped dress you're trying on for her.
you shiver, caught in the web with her and her childhood friend (and the father of her child, which you unfortunately know about).
"i need to make sure he understands you're mine."
before you can respond, yeon-jin's lips slowly press against the curve of your neck. even though it is slow, she sucks hard with her teeth grazing your skin, leaving a blooming hickey that stings in the best way.
you gasp, your hands gripping the edge of the vanity mirror.
"yeon-jin… jae-jun thinks i'm just here for fittings."
"let him think that," she whispers, her breath fanning over the fresh mark.
she spins you around, pushing you back against the bed of her and her husbands. the news presenter's eyes darken with jealousy and hatred as she hikes up your dress, exposing your thighs.
"but when you go back to siesta tomorrow, he'll see these.... and he'll know who he keeps fucking with."
yeon-jin's mouth descends again, this time on your collarbone, biting and sucking until another purple bruise forms. you arch into her, with wetness pooling between your legs. she marks your inner thigh next, her lips trailing lower, nipping at the sensitive skin.
"mine," she growls, literally.
the woman's fingers sliding up to cup your pussy through your panties which gets a moan out of your lips as she pushes the black lacy fabric aside, her fingers delving into your wetness.
she circles your clit with her thumb, then slips two fingers inside you, curling them deep without warning. the stretch burns sweetly as she pumps in and out, her free hand pinning your hip.
"feel that? this is what your boss can't have."
hickeys start forming all over your chest, and your thighs from yeon-jin as she fingers you. as your climax approaches she adds another big mark on your breast, sucking through the thin fabric of your bra before twisting her fingers harder, hitting that spot in your walls that makes you cry out.
your walls do clench around her, orgasm crashing over you as she whispers, "show him these at the store.... let him see that you're taken."
