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.
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, 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
It was easy talking to Jay B. Maybe because you were simply used to the constant anxiety you usually felt around Jackson, or maybe because you drank a lot.
You weren't usually a drinker, but the cocktails were sweet and went down like water.
Barely an hour had passed when that familiar dizzy feeling crept up on you. You ignored it, however, just like you had with the feeling of being stared at, and tried your best to focus on Jay B, hoping he wouldn't notice.
But someone did notice.
At the other side of the bar, half hidden behind a large plant, Jackson was staring at you intently.
That night he had simply decided to go out for a few drinks, feeling like he really needed to get his mind off of things.
But no sooner had he chugged down his first glass of whisky and ordered a second when he saw the door opening and closing. It had been Jay B.
Not feeling like talking to any of his employees, he had hidden behind the plant, hoping he wouldn't be spotted. He would just drink his second drink and try to sneak out to find some other place where he could drink in peace.
But then you came in and his thoughts of leaving disappeared like snow before the sun.
He grasped his glass tightly, knuckles whitening with force as he looked at how you chatted happily with Jay B.
Never before had he felt so jealous.
What was wrong with him?
He wanted to go over to the two of you. Wanted to say something funny or interesting. Wanted to grab you by the hand and take you home with him...
But instead, he just sat there, frozen to the spot, half hidden behind a plant and staring at you like some creep.
He could see how you became more talkative with every drink. How your eyes started to flutter more and your smiles became wider.
He couldn't stand the fact that you were alone with Jay B. Although the two of them had worked together and had been friends for years, Jackson couldn't help but feel angry at him. How could Jay B let you drink like that? Couldn't he see you were getting drunk? Why wasn't he stopping you?
Suddenly you got up. Instantly Jackson was on high alert. He followed you with his eyes as you made your way to the toilets. Quickly Jackson got up as well and followed you.
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Everything was very hazy.
You tried to blink hard to get a sharp image, but it didn't work.
Ugh, why had you been drinking so much tonight? You knew you had a low tolerance, especially since you hadn't gone out in quite a while.
You wanted to kick yourself.
Even going to the toilet was hard, and when you went to wash your hands, the alcohol had fully kicked in. Everything was turning and you could hardly walk a straight line to the exit.
You peered over at the spot where you and Jay B had been sitting, but he was gone. Confused and dazed you looked around the bar until you finally found him at the entrance talking to another one of your colleagues. Apparently, they had finally arrived. You made your way over to them.
Suddenly, something massive bumped into you. You looked up in a daze. A very large man with a beard and an angry face looked down at you.
'Hey!' you said annoyed as he blocked your way.
'Excuse me?' the rough-looking stranger said angrily.
'Yes, excuse you, now let me pass,' you responded irritated, putting your hands forwards to give the man a push so you could move him aside.
The man didn't move however and one of his arms raised up.
Suddenly something grabbed you by the arm and pulled you aside.
'My apologies sir, my wife had been drinking too much. Please excuse her behavior,' a familiar voice spoke.
'I wasn't-,' you began but you felt a squeeze in your arm and the minuscule part of you that still had some sense knew you had to shut up now.
'Whatever,' the rough man growled, before turning around and walking away.
You looked beside you, to the person who had spoken.
An incredibly familiar face looked at you. His perfect dark straight brows were furrowed as his black almond eyes looked at you in worry.
You had never seen his soft-looking lips so close up in real life.
'Are you okay?' his soft husky voice whispered.
You nodded slowly, staring at the one before you.
'You're very drunk, let me take you home,' his voice said. Although it wasn't a question, you nodded again.
A strong warm arm wrapped itself tightly around your waist and guided you towards the exit.
You couldn't keep your eyes off of him. Everything felt like a dream and you were trying your best to take in every hazy detail of his perfect skin.
'Jackson? What are you..?' you heard Jay B say in surprise.
'She's drunk, I'm taking her home,' Jackson said with a dark voice. Without waiting for any response, he guided you outside.
It was cold and you shivered. Instantly Jackson pulled you in closer.
'Almost there,' he whispered softly in your ear. His hot breath tickled your neck.
You heard beeping and a door opening. With one sudden quick movement, Jackson swept you off of your feet princess style and you yelped in surprise before he softly brought you down to the seat of his car.
This had to be a dream. Surely it was a dream.
You blinked a few times and suddenly Jackson was sitting next to you in the driver's seat.
'What's your address?' he asked softly.
'Hmm?' you hummed, trying to remember but your memory failing you.
'Nevermind, I'll look it up on your CV,' you heard Jackson say. You had no idea what he meant.
You blinked a few times again.
Suddenly the door opened again and you felt strong arms wrapping around you.
The scent of warmth and clean clothes and something completely unique filled your nose. It was the best thing you had ever smelled in your life.
Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his neck.
'Jackson,' you murmured the name of the dream you were having.
'We're here baby,' his husky voice said. You hummed dissatisfied, not wanting to let go of this dream just yet.
You felt something tugging on the bag that was hanging over your shoulder.
'No, no stealing,' you tried to protest.
Keys rattled.
A door opened.
'You gotta let go of me now baby,' his low voice whispered in your ear. You pouted and growled in protest but did as you were told.
Very slowly you were put down on something soft.
'Let me get you some water,' the dream voice spoke. You blinked a few times against the light and saw a dark figure walking over to your kitchen.
You kept blinking. The place around you was familiar.
You turned your head to see and vaguely recognized that this was your apartment.
A sudden lurch in your belly made you gag, and you jumped up.
TOILET NOW
You ran to the bathroom as fast as you could, bending over double and pouring your innards out into the toilet.
It felt like it took hours.
Only when you felt like you had puked yourself completely dry, you dared to sit up again. Your vision was still a bit blurry, but that was mostly because of the tears in your eyes. Your brain still felt slightly foggy but your mind seemed to have sobered up almost completely.
Careful not to move too much, you got up and walked over to the sink. By some miracle, your makeup was still mostly intact. You opened the tab and rinsed your mouth a few times, topping it off with some mouthwash.
Feeling like absolute shit you excited the bathroom.
'Feeling better now?' a voice spoke.
You jumped startled and looked over at the sound of the voice.
There, standing at your desk was your boss. And it wasn't one of the many posters that were hanging around your tiny apartment. It was the real deal.
Jackson looked at you with a smug smile, a glass of water standing on your desk, and a horrifyingly familiar diary in his hands.
Both your brain and your body stopped working completely.
'Nice place you have,' Jackson said with a grin, looking around slowly, analyzing each and every poster of himself that was hanging up.
You couldn't react.
'I'm sorry for snooping around like this, I don't usually do, but when I saw this little notebook on your desk, I simply couldn't help myself,' Jackson said still grinning.
Your mind was blank.
'You're quite the poet,' he said, putting it back on your desk. His face had a dark grin you had never seen before.
You were frozen to the ground.
Slowly Jackson made his way over to you. Every step seemed to echo in the silent room.
His black eyes inched closer to you with every second and finally, your body seemed to remember it had legs.
As Jackson crept up on you, you backed away, until the back of your head hit something hard.
The wall. Trapped.
But Jackson didn't stop, getting nearer and nearer until his feet were next to yours.
He towered over you, placing his hands on either side of your head, pinning you against the wall.
There was nowhere to run.
His black eyes bore into yours. The sly smile on his face made the hairs on your neck stand up straight.
'So you love me huh?' he whispered. A shudder went through you, but you couldn't look away.
'You want me?' he repeated, his face coming even closer now. He put his mouth closer to yours. Lips almost touching.
'You wanna kiss me?' he mumbled the words into your mouth, lips brushing yours. It felt like electricity was burning through you. An involuntary whimper left your mouth.
Jackson pulled back a little, his lips moving to your neck.
'You want me to fuck you?' he whispered, his lips stroking your neck. He moved up towards the shell of your ear. You let out an unintentional gasp. Jackson chuckled low.
'And you'd even do anything so that I'd pump you full of my cum, knocking you up with my babies,' he quoted the particularly horny and desperate passage from your old diary. Your breath staggered.
If only god would strike you down now.
You could feel Jackson kiss the soft spot underneath your ear for a moment and once more a soft moan left your lips.
Both your legs and brain turned into putty.
'Well, then,' his breath came hot into your ear, 'I'm looking forwards to seeing what this naughty and dirty girl will do for me.'
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
Although you had just had one of the best orgasms of your life; you weren't done with Jackson just yet. You clawed at the front of his shirt, rubbing your hips needily against his crotch.
'Oh baby, what are you doing?' Jackson groaned gripping your hips tightly with strong hands to make you stop.
'Want you,' you spoke out of breath, looking up at him.
'Oh baby, I know you want me bad, but I can't give it to you yet. You have to earn it remember?' He said teasingly. You moaned and pouted at him and his lidded eyes smiled at you.
'Don't worry babe, your mine now. There's no rush,' he said kissing your forehead.
But you were determined. You were still clenching around nothing and you wouldn't be shrugged off that easily. You lowered your hands to the front of his pants and started rubbing him through his pants. He was already hard even through the fabric of his pants you could feel how huge he was.
Jackson closed his eyes and groaned, throwing his head back. You kept rubbing him, could feel him spasm under your touch.
Unexpectedly he suddenly grabbed your wrists and pushed your hands away from him.
'So eager,' he said with clenched teeth. It was clear he was holding back. 'But as I said, you have to earn it.' His face was stern although his lips were still parted.
Annoyed you chewed on your tongue, but took a step back.
'Good girl,' he praised you, 'Now why don't you go to the toilet and fix yourself up a bit before we go back to the party.'
'Back?' You said in surprise. You weren't at all feeling like going there. If you weren't going to have to have sex, the only thing you wanted was to go to bed and sleep.
As if reading your mind Jackson spoke.
'I know you're tired Y/n but the party isn't over yet and I still have some business to conclude. Now be good and go clean up,' he commanded.
Feeling like a pouting child who hadn't gotten her way you turned around and strode out of the room, your wet panties still stuck to your core.
The rest of the event suddenly seemed to go so much slower. None of the conversations were as interesting as earlier. Before, you hadn't dared look at Jackson, but now you couldn't look away. You kept being mesmerized by the perfect structure of his pale skin, the softness of his nose and lips, the darkness of his long lashes. Now and then Jackson looked back at you, a smug grin on his face for the remainder of the night. His hand was on your waist again, but somehow it seemed softer now, less pushy and cramped up and more relaxed.
Finally after what seemed many hours the room slowly seemed to empty out.
'It's time to go,' Jackson said softly in your ear. His words were a welcome sound to your ears and you looked at him gratefully.
'You did well,' he smiled. It wasn't a big compliment, but the praise lifted your heart up.
The two of you went outside and Jackson guided you to a luxurious taxi, opening the door for you and helping you inside.
You went to scoot over for him, but he stopped you.
'I still have some things I need to do,' he said vaguely. You looked at him in surprise. He wasn't planning on joining you.
'Get home safely and take care of yourself, okay?' He said, his voice tinted with an edge of concern. He stroked your cheek shortly and you relished his touch before he withdrew his hand and closed the door.
The following morning you were feeling nervous as hell. Maybe even more nervous than on the first day of your job. Even though you had slept late, cause you had been staring at your phone all night, hoping he would text or call, you had awoken early. You had tried to dress up prettily for him, but somehow none of your outfits seemed to be good enough anymore.
You were anxious to meet him at work, not knowing how he would react to you. You weren't sure if you were his girlfriend or not, or whether he was okay with people knowing about the two of you.
You had barely stepped into the office when Jay B rushed over to you.
'Y/n!' I'm so glad to see you. I'm so sorry about Saturday,' he said with the look of a sad puppy on his face.
You had almost forgotten about Saturday's embarrassing incident after what happened yesterday.
'Oh right, yeah, no it's fine,' you said with a soft smile.
'Do you get home okay? I hope you weren't sick?' Jay B asked with genuine concern.
'Don't worry about it,' you tried to reassure him, 'I was fine,' you lied.
'I'm just glad Seunie was there to help you out while I was gone. I'm really sorry about that. Did you bump into him at the toilets?' he asked thoughtfully.
'Uh yeah,' you said, thankful that he came up with an explanation himself.
'Ah yeah, thought so. It's odd though, I didn't spot him coming in. Normally he at least comes over to say hi...' Jay B said frowning.
You hadn't given it much thought before, but you weren't sure where Jackson had come from either. He just had been there, by your side all of a sudden. It made you frown.
'Y/n!' a female voice called out to you. Elisabeth was walking over to you. She nodded at Jay B to say hi.
'So sorry about calling you up like that yesterday but please don't be mad at me. Jia'er suddenly called me out of the blue telling me he needed you for a pop-up event in the city. Honestly, I don't know why he didn't call you himself, maybe he just wanted to shift the blame on me,' Elisabeth said, looking slightly salty.
So he had asked for you personally...
'It's fine, I'm not mad,' you said with a laugh. You weren't mad at all about it...
'Good! I hope you're not too tired from it though, cause we have a hell of a lot to do today. Oh, that reminds me, Jia'er told me you needed to help me out with some e-mails. Do you have time now?' Elisabeth asked quickly.
'Erm, sure,' you nodded. The two of you waved Jay B goodbye and went off.
It was indeed a busy day that day and you worked mostly with Elisabeth. There were a lot of tasks that had you running around the office too. Apparently, Jackson had finally green-lit a few designs of which he wanted the mock-ups asap.
Even though it was just your second week here, you noticed a significant difference in the vibe hanging around the whole office. The glooming and brooding darkness that seemed to hang over the place like a dark cloud felt like it had disappeared. Instead, everyone seemed rushed, active and alert but still enthusiastic. The whispering and gossiping however had not gone.
'I don't know what happened to him this weekend but thank god it did,' someone from HR said while pouring herself and her colleague a coffee. 'Maybe he finally got laid again. I heard it's been a while,' the other colleague said shrugging.
You tried to look as normal as you could when you passed the gossiping couple.
A little while later you overheard someone from the marketing department speaking to someone from finance.
'I heard he came here after the event yesterday and hasn't stopped working since. I don't know, I guess he found his drive again or something,' the man said.
'Nah, he must have slept at home, when I spoke to him this morning he seemed quite alert. Couldn't be if he hadn't slept. You've seen what he has been like lately,' the other argued.
'Fair point, but if he got his flow back, who knows. He used to be a working machine remember,' the first man said.
'True, I mean he did seem different this morning, more energetic. And he smiled, which I haven't seen him do in a long time,'
You didn't talk to Jackson the entire day. Now and then you saw a glimpse of him through the windows into other offices, when he was working together with colleagues, but he never seemed to notice you. He did seem happier and more energetic than before.
Was it really...
Because of you?
Or were there other things he had done that night after he had sent you home in that cab...
