Even though some would say he’s just thinking about what he’s going to have for breakfast when he wakes in the morning, or blame it on the photo’s editing, I do believe that there’s genuinely something tired and exhausted there. I see the photo, and I’m taken aback at how contemplative his facial expression is (which isn’t a bad thing. He can’t smile all the dang time). It just seems like a lot is going through in his head. I really do hope he’s doing okay. Hopefully he isn’t overworking himself.
Jackson must realize he’s enough and there’s people out there who genuinely care about him. If he does have a lot going on, and a possible drinking problem, or on the verge of burnout, or depressed, or whatever people think, I’ll still be a fan. The human condition is real, and he’s human too.
All your fans are rooting for you, Jackson! Your music has helped people, and you’re always giving your 113%. Like Jinyoung says, you should trust your abilities and the beauty within.
Summary: When Y/N starts working as a personal assistant for the director of TEAM WANG DESIGN: Jackson Wang himself, she finds it hard to hide her secret. After all, she used to be a massive stan of her boss! But she's not the only one holding back...
Warnings: Swearing, some angst, degradation, sir kink, namecalling, masturbation, obsessive!Jackson, dirty talk, corruption kink?, praising, sexual fantasies, fingering, posessive!Jackson, grinding/humping by both parties, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of sex toys, lots of teasing, orgasm denial, breeding/impreg kink?, WILL ADD MORE AS STORY ADVANCES, PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY
The vibrating did not stop when he left, although you had hoped it would.
Ten minutes later you entered the conference room. Jackson was already there. His eyes instantly shot to yours and one of the corners of his mouth pulled upwards.
You sat down at the table next to him, not daring to look at him.
As soon as the meeting started something happened again. The toy inside of you upped its vibration level again, but this time it started vibrating in an off-beat rhythm.
Shocked you looked up at Jackson, but he didn't move a muscle.
Cursing him in your mind you quickly tried to look away, trying hard not to focus on the stimulation inside of you.
Although the meeting was hell and you missed half of what was said, you thought you were doing pretty well. When the meeting ended, the vibration lowered again, but the off-beat rhythm continued.
You endured the following hours, not getting too much work done and not leaving your desk as much as you possibly could.
But the second meeting was worse. Once again, you sat down next to Jackson, and once again, when the meeting started, the toy started vibrating, but this time much harder than before. Silently you clenched your jaws together and endured, trying not to fidget and keeping your face as neutral as you possibly could.
It was just bearable and when the meeting ended and everyone got up and left, you dared to let out a sigh. Jackson lingered slightly and you could feel the vibrations lessen again. It wasn't as low as before, but at least it was a little less.
Pretending like he was organizing his files on the desk, Jackson bent over to you.
'Doing so well for me so far,' he whispered in your ear before he left.
You could feel your wet panties sticking to your core, and prayed that you wouldn't leak through to the fabric of your clothes.
The rest of the day you simply pretended to work. Whenever you needed to look busy, you simply typed random words into a document on your computer. The stimulation was driving you to the edge of sanity and you weren't sure how much longer you could endure.
At last, the final meeting of the day was called. There wouldn't be as many people, and some employees were already packing their stuff to go home for the weekend.
Feeling tired, and knees that felt weak, you made your way to the smallest meeting room in the office.
Once more you took your place next to Jackson while the others sat down too and took out their stuff.
'Y/n,' Jackson suddenly spoke. You looked up at him in surprise. 'can you take the minutes for me?' he asked calmly.
Afraid of what would happen if you'd say no, you nodded and took out your laptop, opening a new document.
Jackson started speaking and you started typing.
Then all hell broke loose.
The vibrator seemed to go completely berserk. It started vibrating so hard and wildly in an on-and-off pattern that you almost couldn't believe it wasn't audible. What made it even worse what that its attack on your already tense walls seemed to be precisely in your soft spot…
Your hands started shaking and you stopped typing for a moment. You had to tense up every muscle in your body not to cry out in ecstasy.
The lacking sound of your typing made Jackson look up at you.
There was no trace of remorse in his eyes, no knowing look. He simply raised his eyebrows at you as if he had no idea what was going on inside of you.
Fuming, you put your shaking hands back on your keyboard and started to smash in random buttons without a thought.
This seemed to be good enough for Jackson, as he turned his face away from you again and continued speaking.
You had no idea what they were talking about, as you kept mashing buttons and clenched your jaw together so you wouldn't slip out a moan.
After what seemed an eternity, the lights suddenly dimmed slightly and the TV at the other end of the meeting room started playing. All heads turned that way.
You knew you could stop typing for the moment and the darkness gave you the opportunity to relax your face for a second.
A large hand squeezed your thigh and you turned your head. Jackson had slipped his hand under the table, the arm that he had dropped was invisible to outsiders, with the laptop in front of him blocking their view.
His hand slid upwards slightly and dipped into your pants. You quickly looked away from him and put your tongue between your teeth so as not to yelp. Through the lace fabric of your panties, he found your hard clit. With the toy inside you still on berserk setting, he started to rub slow circles over your clit.
You wanted to scream. Wanted to cry. Wanted to run away from here.
The video stopped but Jackson didn't.
The lights turned on again and the conversation resumed. Meanwhile, Jackson increased the pressure on your clit while maintaining the slow circling pace.
Your hands now truly shaking, you started mashing the keyboard again, trying to breathe through your nose as best as you could.
Now and then Jackson spoke, with his voice calm and collected, as if he wasn't on the verge of making you cum.
You could feel the knot building in your stomach. Sweat was starting to form on the back of your neck and your legs were tensing up for dear life.
You wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.
Just when you started to think you might come undone at any second now, you heard the sounds of scraping chairs. People were leaving.
You quickly stopped pretending to type.
Jackson leaned over to you, pretending he was checking your computer screen and still not stopping his finger from circling your tormented clit.
When the last person closed the door behind them and the voices and footsteps faded away, you gasped.
'I'm impressed,' Jackson said lowly. 'I didn't think you were able to hold out for so long,'
'J-Jack-Jackson,' you whimpered tears of anger and exasperation forming in your eyes.
'Relax baby, you can cum for me now. Everyone is gone. Cum,' he commanded.
It hadn't been necessary for him to tell you as you couldn't hold back any longer. You gasped and started to shake. Jackson quickly put his free hand over your mouth, covering the sounds of your moans and cries as he finally made you come undone.
The orgasm seemed to last forever, partially because the vibrator didn't stop and Jackson kept rubbing you slowly. You started to feel overstimulated and your whole body started spasming. You tried to get away from his hand, but he used his arm to keep you down.
'Just a little more,' he teased. The overstimulation was driving you insane. You whimpered, whined, and squirmed but Jackson didn't seem satisfied just yet and continued his attack on your clit.
Then after half a minute of you trying to stifle your moans, out of nowhere a second orgasm overtook your body, even far more intense than the first one. Your muscles cramped up so bad it almost hurt, your eyes rolling back into your head with the blissful feeling.
'Good girl, good girl,' Jackson cooed while he made you ride out your second high. 'Very good, I knew you could do it. I knew you could cum for me again. So good. So obedient,'
When you started to return to earth again he finally let go of you, withdrawing his hand from your pants. The vibrator inside of you finally turned off.
You slumped into your chair, your body feeling like it had just run the marathon.
Jackson had gotten up from his chair and stroked your head while kissing your cheek.
'I'm so proud of you baby,' he whispered. You couldn't speak. Your mind was far too fucked out still to think.
'I think you deserve your reward now,' he said with a low voice.
