After Hours - Jackson Wang x reader
summary: You are an art director at Team Wang and urgently need a day off. cw: poor profread, im sleepy | smut MDNI, fingering, p!v, unprotected sex, praise, soft-dom-jackson, established relationship, oral (f. receiving) a/n: this man is 100% a worshipper, i’m calling it.
It was just another day— you thought. You loved being an Art Director at Team Wang, but with the release of MAGICMAN2, there was barely time to breathe from all the work. Approved (or unapproved) storyboards, long and endless meetings that disrupted your sleep every day. You knew Jackson very well; after all, you were a team and also maintained a discreet relationship, away from the spotlight. But sometimes his perfectionism was hard to deal with. Jackson was demanding, self-critical, and it drove the entire Team Wang crazy when something big was about to launch. Of course, that weighed even more on you and Henry.
After a long week of reviewing concepts and approving visuals, you felt the physical symptoms signaling your body needed rest. It happened while you were filling your water bottle and talking with one of the stylists in a studio hallway. Your vision darkened, making you lose balance. In a flash, the stylist caught you, and you regained consciousness.
“y/n, you’re exhausted!” the newcomer said. “Does Jackson know? We-” “He doesn’t need to know,” you cut her off immediately. The last thing you wanted was to cause Jackson more stress. “I’m fine, I just stood up too quickly.” But that wasn’t exactly what had happened, and you both knew it.
That night, you arrived at the apartment after Jackson, and upon entering the kitchen, there was a takeout box with a note:
“Eat well, and take your time. I’ll be waiting upstairs—J.”
You smiled. Someone must have told him that you’ve been sleepless and not eating properly. Defeated, you sighed and climbed the stairs of the duplex you shared with your boss/boyfriend, a mischievous smile forming as you already knew what awaited in the bedroom.
Jackson was in a black robe, hair slightly tousled, stubble just beginning. You were one of the few people privileged enough to witness such a raw and natural version of him, and it made you sigh with love, forgetting all the accumulated exhaustion stored in your body.
“I’m an idiot for not realizing how hard you’ve been working these past few days. I’ve only managed to be a boss, but I failed at protecting you as your boyfriend,” Jackson said in a low voice, approaching you slowly.
“Jacks—” you tried to speak, but he silenced you with a gentle finger on your lips. The sharp, direct way of an Aries like him, always making your knees tremble “I’m going to make you relax the way you deserve. You just lie there and do nothing else. To bed, now.”
A shiver ran down your spine, and a mischievous smile automatically formed on your lips. You bit your lower lip and did exactly as your boyfriend instructed. The surprise was such that you barely noticed the room had been intentionally set up for this moment; Jackson — always addicted to perfection in his art, in his company — finally allowed himself to detach a little from the whirlwind. The lights were dim, with just a red LED on the headboard and small candles scattered around. He was always like that: a gentlemanly, romantic boyfriend, but naughty in just the right measure. The kind of man who made it clear that his duty had always been to worship you.
As you threw yourself onto your shared bed with black sheets, you took a deep breath and waited for him to come to you. Jackson crawled slowly under your body, planting kisses along your feet, thighs, and stomach until he reached your ear.
“Let me be the man you need today, and adore every part of your body I love so much,” he said in a low voice, making your entire skin tingle. You nod, closing your eyes and inhaling the familiar scent of his woody cologne. His lips kissed your neck delicately, causing a soft moan to escape as you arched your body slightly, seeking more physical contact with him above you.
“I have all the time in the world, and you shouldn’t be in a rush either. Let’s remove whatever is holding us back now,” Jackson said, gently pulling your shirt up and over your head. You weren’t used to wearing a bra, so when he exposed your torso and your already hardened breasts, he didn't think twice before kissing them calmly, outlining your hardened nipple with the tip of his tongue and making you gasp almost breathlessly. There was no telling how long you could last if he continued so torturously slow.
Propped over your body with only one arm while he kept his focus on his own mouth focused on your breasts, you distractedly glanced to the side, noticing Jackson’s bicep, so defined and strong, tattoos exposed. He's been working out a lot lately, and his body was getting more and more beautiful and defined. When he caught your gaze, Jackson gently lifted your chin with a finger and returned his attention.
“Ah-ah. Focus here. Turn off your mind.”
You nodded quietly. How could you possibly disobey? He smiled from the corner of his mouth, planting a tender kiss on your forehead before one of his hands slid down to the waistband of your sweatpants, and when he found your intimacy over your already soaked panties, he smiled again and ran a finger slowly over the cotton fiber.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, love,” You barely had time to respond, soon you felt his index finger push your panties aside and massage your pussy in a tortuous way. Your eyes closed, a soft moan escaping as Jackson observed you, intensely focused on pleasing you. Their eyes were half-closed, serious, watching every sound and every gesture your body made. "my girl has been feeling so estressed, huh?"
“Relax, baby,” he murmured as he penetrated a finger, making you throw your head back and moan a little louder. “That’s it, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Jackson whispered hoarsely. The sensation overwhelmed you, and you were certain you were seeing stars, your hips instinctively grinding more against his hand, that now penetrated with two fingers. An erotic moan escaped your lips, and you struggled to maintain some composure, gripping his hair. You were close, and Jackson knew it; he knew you very well. Deciding to use all stimuli at once, his thumb brushes against your clit, while his tongue pays attention to your nipple again. It was overwhelming and you feel amazing.
“J-Jacks… hmm,” your voice barely escaped, desperate. “I know, love, cum for me, can you do that?” he whispered, lips pressed to yours, and you nodded, utterly powerless. He presses your clit harder with his thumb, and you contract internally, your orgasm hitting like an inexplicable celestial force only he could give.
Jackson kept you quiet tenderly, kissing your face through your climax, slowly withdrawing his fingers. You gasped as he planted more kisses over your body, approaching your intimate area again. He lifted one of your legs firmly onto his shoulder, his breath now sending a cool breeze across your soaked core. His light brown hair intertwined in your fingers, sweat on your forehead, flushed face. Finally he takes you in his mouth, running his tongue over your needy pussy delicately and voraciously; he wants to take his time and savor every part of you. Jackson spends some time worshiping your intimacy, alternating between delicacy and voracity, eliciting increasingly loud moans from you. His hands roamed your body; your thighs squeezed his head, almost suffocating him, and that was exactly what he wanted — you to get lost in his lips. You were to fully relax.
“Baby… I want to cum with you…,” you said, completely weak and breathless, and who was he to deny such a genuine request from his girl? Quickly, Jackson removed the silk robe that enveloped him, and your mouth waters at the sight of his member already so hard with pre cum leaking from the tip. He had held back all this time, and you even felt guilty for making him wait; he must have been sore. Without a second thought, he penetrates you slowly, both moaning and maintaining eye contact that was essential to the magic of that intimate and beautiful moment between you. When Jackson fucked you in missionary it was always much more intense. You didn’t dare close your eyes, staying fully focused on each other, moaning together and finding the perfect rhythm in sync.
After a few minutes, you both reached your peak together, and the sensation was so, so good that tears rolled down your face. Jackson wiped them away tenderly, kissing your entire face and holding your body as if it were the most important thing he had in life — and indeed, you were.
After recovering, he propped himself on one elbow just to look at you and ask, “Feeling relaxed?”
You smiled, nodded, and rolled your eyes playfully. “Absolutely.”
“I love you,” he said sincerely, eyes locked on yours. “I love you,” you replied softly. He smiled, planting a final kiss on your forehead before falling asleep beside you, so serene and relaxed.
