Not Holding Back - Chapter 01
Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader
Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU
Wordcount: 977
Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?]
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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
Your heart was pounding in your chest.
Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.
Your legs felt heavy with each step.
Who could've thought?
Who would've dreamed?
Surely not you.
When your friends dared you to apply for the job as the personal assistant of Mr. Wang himself from Team Wang Design, who would've thought you'd actually be selected? You, just a plain young woman, fresh out from college.
You remembered vividly sitting there in the waiting room, surrounded by some of the prettiest girls you had ever seen in your life. You had been nervous before going there, but when you had sat there, surrounded by a bunch of women all probably much more capable than you were, you had somehow calmed down. Why would you be nervous anyway? It's not like you would get the job, as you had just replied to it as a dare. No, they definitely wouldn't pick you.
Except...
They did.
You had dropped your phone when they gave you the call, shattering the screen. But you didn't care. At first, you thought it was one of your friends pranking you. But after being assured several times and receiving the e-mail with the briefing, there was no way out. You HAD to believe it.
Team Wang Design had hired you as the personal assistant to Mr. Wang.
Of course, your friends had teased you about it. Threatening to show the company your old posters of their directed that you used to hang up in your dorm room above your bed. Because like most adolescent girls you had been head over heels with Jackson Wang. How could you not? An idol with the looks, the voice, the moves, and the talent. There wasn't a girl in your college who did not admire him. Though you had to admit that none of them had fangirled over him as hard as you used to.
Of course, those days were behind you. You had grown, and your obsessive fawning over the man had made way for real-life troubles and concerns that were more important.
However, being hired now, as his PERSONAL assistant. Yeah, your head was absolutely spinning.
There was no way you wouldn't screw it up. Wouldn't make a stupid mistake that would make you lose your job instantly.
But you didn't care.
Even if you would only get about an hour of working for the man you were once dreaming of every night, you would be able to die happily.
Your hand reached for the door and you noticed your fist was shaking. You took one last breath, ready to meet your downfall, and knocked.
A husky voice, one you only knew too well answered for you to come in. You opened the door and got into the room.
Sitting behind his desk, his eyes scanning one of the many designs that were laying there, was the man you once called the love of your life.
He looked up at you and your mind went blank.
His eyes were like dark pools of black night sky. His high defined cheekbones complimented his sharp jawline. His thick black eyebrows were slightly creased as he looked at you, his defined and soft looking lips slightly parted and relaxed. Then your eyes met.
Once again, you were under his spell.
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Jackson's POV
A soft knock sounded on the door.
'Come in,' I replied mindlesly. Someone came in but I paid them no mind. The drawings of the new designs were scattered on my desk. They were good but not great. Nor was the line coherent. After countless editing rounds, this was they came up with?
I sighed. This would only give me a headache.
Simply to have something else to do than staring at the disappointing designs I looked up. There was a girl standing in front of me. For a moment I wanted to ask her how she had gotten in here, as I had no idea who she was, but then I really saw her. She was wearing a suit from one of our older lines. It looked quite new for it's age. She had probably not worn it very often. Her heels were clearly new, offbrand but still expensive looking. But her hands gave her away. Her nails were slightly busted and too short. Clearly she was a biter. There were small scars and scratches here and there too and no rings nor bracelets. Her hair looked soft and had been done up with a hairclip in a simple way, and her face...
A weird feeling came over me.
I had seen so many models in my career is a designer, one even prettier than the next. Flawless skins, perfect teeth.
But this girl.
She was certainly far from perfect, face and body. But somehow, she was captivating. An unequalled beauty in her own league. And her eyes...
Her eyes seemed to be sparkling. Never had I seen such a vibrant look in anyones eyes. A fire, full of stars and joy. Desire and fierceness, and so alive...
I wanted to protect her. Needed to protect her. Needed her close to me. Needed her to touch me...
'Good morning,' I said the words without realising it.
'Good morning Mr. Wang,' the girl said. Even her voice sounded somehow magical. It was calm, but I could see her fingers twitching. Clearly she was nervous.
'My name is Y/N and I will be your new personal assistant,' she continued.
My jaws clenched together automatically.
My new personal assistant...
I could see the innocence in her eyes. The uncertainty of my acceptance of her.
Fuck.
I was going to have a hard time holding back.
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After all of what I’ve seen, heard, and read (in the comments-I’ve been full participant!), I genuinely do hope that Jackson Wang is okay. I’ll always be an Ahgase.
I’m still a fan of the group and Jackson.
It’s just sometimes when I see Jackson I think about how hard it is to be a celebrity. It hits me.
He experiences anxiety, euphoria, depression, anger, and what have you, and it’s hard to remember celebrities are human. I’m guilty of this. I may never understand the celebrity world, but I can empathize human to human. Regardless of his behavior and what we’ve all speculated for the past couple of months (from drinking/depression to him living in his “IDGAF era”, I can see how it can be hard to trust anyone and keep on smiling.💚
Can’t wait for Jackson’s new material and promotions after he takes a real break.
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