ingredients— smut (18+), toxic!manipulative!karina, mommy kink, sugar mommy!karina, ceo!karina, oral (f receiving), reader has a boyfriend but it’s for the plot trust me, infidelity, luse of pet names such as honey, sweetheart, pup, baby, tell me if i missed anything else . . .
pastry cost— 1545 words
chef’s notes— experimenting a bit… i apologize if it is a bit repetitive. . .
you knew working at bluu would change your life. everyone said so.
korea’s most elite fashion house didn’t just hire. they curated. you had to be sharp, stylish, and dangerously committed to the brand. the pay was ridiculous. the expectations were worse, but you and minjae made it in, together. you as a junior brand strategist, him as a visual director under the content team.
and at the top of it all stood yu jimin. or better known as karina.
ceo. creative director. industry icon.
she didn’t just run bluu— she was bluu. her face was on every cover, her firm, unreadable stare framed by silk and chrome. she walked through the office with tailored blazers and heels that sounded like a deadline. she rarely spoke, but when she did, people listened, and when she looked at you, which wasn’t often, it felt like being studied under glass.
you didn’t expect her to know your name. but she did.
you found out the same day minjae lost his job.
it started with a missed call. then a text. then silence.
when you got home that night, your shared apartment— a gray, glass-wrapped place you could only afford because of bluu. when you stepping inside, minjae was sitting on the floor, not the couch, tie undone, staring at nothing.
“she fired me,” he said, voice flat. “karina.”
you blinked. “what? why?”
he didn’t answer at first. just ran a hand through his hair, eyes tired in that way that meant something worse than stress, disappointment, shame; however, usually an effect from karina.
“creative disagreement,” he said eventually. “she hated my direction for the ss26 campaign. like she said it lacked vision and that it wasn’t consistent with the brand’s evolution. she didn’t even let me speak up for myself. just… terminated. immediate.”
you sat down slowly. he didn’t look at you.
it wasn’t like you weren’t married, but your finances were. his downfall was yours too. rent. bills. the joint savings account you’d been building together. you’d survived on ambition and caffeine for two years to land this job. this company. and now, suddenly, you were on uneven ground.
you hadn’t done anything wrong, but you were standing too close to someone who had.
the next morning, you walked into the office in a black midi skirt and a blazer that didn’t feel sharp enough. your ID badge felt heavier than usual. you kept your head down. you opened your laptop and told yourself it would be fine.
then, at 10:43 a.m., your office phone rang.
karina’s assistant— ms. kim
ms. yu would like to see you in her office.
your blood ran cold and your hand didn’t shake, but your heart did.
you hadn’t done anything wrong. but you were about to find out exactly what it meant to be noticed by karina.
karina’s office was cold in that curated, hyper-modern way. navy velvet, chrome edges, glass walls that looked out over seoul like she owned it, and she kinda did. maybe that’s why your throat dried up the moment the door clicked shut behind you.
she didn’t look up right away, just kept signing something, pen gliding across paper with mechanical precision. you stood there like a student in the principal’s office, waiting to be addressed.
finally, she looked up. black blouse, top button undone, sharp collarbones, lips painted a shade of crimson you couldn’t stop staring at.
“sit.”
you sat immediately.
“i assume you know why i called you in.”
you hesitated. karina’s expression didn’t change.
“minjae was insubordinate. and arrogant. he submitted a campaign that ignored brand integrity and refused to revise when asked. he wasted time. mine, especially.”
you swallowed. “he’s… he’s passionate. maybe he didn’t communicate well, but—”
karina raised a hand and lord, you stopped speaking.
she leaned back in her chair, lacing her fingers. “and now you’re here. speaking for him. why?”
you weren’t sure if you should be defending your boyfriend to your boss, of all people. you had to consider your own job. but in this situation, both of you were on the line regardless.
“ms. yu, he needs this. we need this. we moved here for this job. we’ve built everything around this job. and i know he messed up, but i’m begging you to reconsider. please. i’ll do anything.”
that caught her attention.
karina tilted her head, eyes narrowing, like she was studying a new acquisition.
“anything?”
you hesitated slightly and she caught it like a predator targeting its prey. wrong move.
“do you know how many people beg me for favors?” she said calmly. “how many people say they’ll do anything, then flinch the moment it gets real?”
“i mean it, ms. yu, i really do.”
“then get on your knees.”
you’re confused at first. why is yu jimin, ceo of this big ass company, asking you to get on your knees? it’s not so much the action, but that fact that it’s you. but this is your boss. you are not going to disobey what she commands you to do.
you sank down to the floor, eyes level with her heels, and you look up. she looked down at you, still seated on her desk in that silk blouse, legs crossed elegantly like she wasn’t seconds from getting her pussy eaten in her office. her fingers undid the clasp of her tailored slacks slowly, nails glossy, movements fluid, practiced. you were on your knees, hands folded in your lap like you were waiting for communion.
“say it again,” she murmured, voice like velvet over ice.
“i’ll do anything, ms. yu.”
her lips curled. “good girl. you listen well, honey.”
your stomach flipped.
she slid the fabric down her hips, revealing nothing underneath. just bare, smooth skin and the soft gleam of arousal already there. you blinked, breath catching in your throat. she watched you take it in like she was bored, like she hadn’t just reduced you to a silent mess with one slow motion.
“you’re going to make me cum, sweetheart,” she said. “and you’re going to do it with your mouth. if you do a decent job, i’ll see about minjae’s job. clear?”
“yes, ms. yu,” you whispered.
“then get to work.”
you leaned in slowly, kissing the inside of her thigh first softly, reverently, tasting her skin like you were worshipping at an altar. she didn’t move, just watched, one hand braced on the edge of the desk. her breath hitched when your tongue finally brushed her slit, a gentle lick upward, slow and exploratory. she was warm. wet. perfect. was it crazy to say she tasted almost expensive? like she was a once in a lifetime taste. her legs shifted just slightly, spreading wider.
“don’t tease,” she warned, voice low. “i don’t have time to babysit.”
you nodded and hummed softly, then flattened your tongue against her clit and licked deep, long, slow drags that made her hips twitch. her fingers slid into your hair, sharp nails grazing your scalp like she was testing how much control she wanted to take.
you sucked gently, then faster, tongue circling her clit in tight motions, flicking lightly and then pressing down harder when her breath changed. her legs tensed and grip tightened.
“wow,” she hissed. “you’re one hungry pup, aren’t you?”
you nodded into her, licking deeper, whimpering into her cunt like you needed it to breathe. her taste was everything— rich, clean, intoxicating. you swear you could’ve stayed there for hours.
“does he ever make you feel like this, hm?” she asked suddenly, voice sharper now. “does your little boyfriend eat you the way you’re eating me?”
you whined. shook your head.
“that’s what i thought,” she muttered. “pathetic. all that time playing house and you still need someone like me. don’t worry, jagiya, i’ll take care of you.”
you moaned louder, sucking harder, your hands gripping her thighs now. you could feel her getting close, her breaths coming faster, her hips starting to rock into your face.
“look at me,” she said, voice tight.
you tilted your head up, mouth still working her clit, eyes wide and wet.
“don’t you dare stop, baby. you wanna prove yourself? make me cum. right now.”
you obeyed. you licked faster, messier, slipping your tongue down to fuck her entrance before pulling back to suck her clit again. she gasped, really gasped, and her thighs clamped around your head as she came, grinding against your mouth, tilting her head back with a half-silent cry of release.
“hmm— yes— yes, just like that,” she breathed, hips jerking.
you moaned into her, letting her ride it out, licking and sucking through her orgasm, tasting her until she was trembling slightly. she finally pushed you back with a soft, commanding touch.
you sat on your knees, mouth slick, lips swollen, eyes glassy. karina looked down at you, still catching her breath.
then she nodded.
“very well,” she said, voice smooth again. “i suppose i’ll consider taking him off if you get back underneath my desk again. does that sound okay to you, pretty girl?”
your chest heaved. “yes. yes, it does. thank you, ms. yu.”
she leaned forward slightly, brushing a hand under your chin.
“next time,” she whispered, “you’ll come in here on your knees before i even ask.”
No background no thought no cereal no life doodle of Edward Hyde. Wanted to play around with my artstyle and randomly claimed him as my first victim. I'm still terrible at shading clothes but at least I am happy
