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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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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] - [?] MASTERLIST

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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pocminiseries · 5 years

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Jackson Wang

➵❤︎ Type: Mini-Series ➵❤︎ Pairing: Jackson Wang x OC ➵❤︎ Warnings: Mature, Adult Content(Eventually), Explicit Language, Drugs, etc ➵❤︎Genre: Romance, Fanfiction, Smut, Interracial, Urban, Mini-Series ➵❤︎Synopsis: In which the girl he loves has spiraled down a destructive path.

One.

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She could feel the alcohol course through her system.

This was her eighth shot since she first sat down at the bar only 20 minutes ago. The bartender had a look of concern on her pretty face, watching Milan drink her pain away. The young woman wasn’t a stranger at this particular club, especially on the weekends but tonight though, something was different.

Milan felt as though she had finally hit rock bottom.

She finally accepted just how alone she truly was, and she had only herself to blame. Karma finally came back to get her for all the wrong she has done, all the hearts she’s broken and the lies she’s told. All her past relationships ended because of her cold ways but in her defense, she was young and only doing what she felt was right.

Hurting them before they could hurt her, it was only fair.

At least in her mind, it was.

It was her latest victim that led her here and started her on her drinking binge. She had been “dating” Marc for a few months now and things were adequate between the two. Even surprised herself with how much she actually liked the businessman. Regardless, she should’ve known he couldn’t be trusted, he was just like the rest she’s dealt with.

Within only five months of talking, he had given her the passcode to his condo, saying she was more than welcome to stop by whether he was there or not, and tonight just so happen to one of those times. She was expecting it to be empty as it usually was but to her surprise, it was far from it.

After putting in the code, the first thing she noticed when she walked in was the soft music playing in the background. It wasn’t something she felt the need to be suspicious of, but upon walking further inside, she spotted two nearly empty wine glasses and plates on his marble countertops. Now that caused her to raise an eyebrow. Milan was far from stupid, so she put two and two together, coming to the conclusion this son of a bitch was cheating on her.

And once she walked down the hall to his bedroom, and peeked through the cracked door, she was indeed right. The couple rolled around in his bed; sweaty, grunting out their lust in what seemed to be an intense fuck session.

The same bed she was in only a few nights ago.

Milan unintentionally let out a humorless laugh that they just so happened to hear, causing them to abruptly stop their movements and look towards her. With a shake of her head, she stepped away, not wanting or feeling the need to confront the couple and went to make her exit instead. She could hear shuffling and him calling out her name but she was already close to the front door by the time he came rushing out in nothing but a pair of boxers looking thoroughly fucked.

“It’s no-”

“Save it. I don’t care, Marc,” Cutting his poor excuse off quickly. “I’ll see you around.” She threw over her shoulder and disappeared from his life completely.

A few minutes later she found herself here, sulking, not because she was cheated on but because she realized she knew better. And as always she was left alone. Milan didn’t even realize until now, she never had the pleasure of this thing called love…with the exception of him of course.

“That’s enough.” Said a familiar voice from behind her, a voice that always seemed to make her frozen heart flutter. “Let’s go.” Before her drunken brain could comprehend what he was doing, the shot glass she had was ripped away from her hands and she was moved from the bar carefully. She opened her mouth to protest but he ignored her, dropping a few bills for the bartender who called only a few moments ago.

He gave her a silent thank you, picking up Milan’s body bridal style and maneuvered through the crowded club and out the nearest exit.

Jackson was awoken out of his sleep from his phone ringing on his bedside table next to him. As soon as he saw the name pop up, he already knew what it was about before he even answered. A worried Jinnie urged him to come to get Milan who was drinking way past her normal limit.

Getting dressed, he was out of his apartment in less than five minutes and thankfully had one of his drivers drive him to club Seoul Nights. With a hat and black mask shielding most of his face, he entered the club and headed straight for the bar area where Milan sat with her head laying on her folded arms and drink number nine in one hand.

He stood there feeling a sense of irritation at her recent antics when something doesn’t go her way. Pushing those thoughts aside, he softly grabbed ahold of her, removing the drink she didn’t need and paid more than enough than what was needed to Jinnie and left the overly packed popular club.

Laying her short body across the backseat, he slid in next to her and placed her head on his lap while the driver pulled away and drove the short ride back to his apartment building.

It was quiet for a while, so Jackson assumed Milan had fallen asleep but her raspy tone hitting his ears caused him to look down at the beauty with an expression she couldn’t read. “You didn’t have to come to get me….” She trailed off, feeling guilty and ashamed that he had to see her in the state she was in. More than anything, she hated looking weak in front of him.

She didn’t deserve his pity or kindness for that matter.

“You’re right I didn’t but you needed me.” He stated in such a monotone manner, focusing his attention on the buildings as they passed by. She could feel the tears begin to fall down her face for numerous reasons. He shouldn’t have to be put in a position like this, especially now with his success.

He deserved better.

“I promise Jackson, this will be the last time. I’ll disappear forever after this.” She spoke weakly, already making up in her mind to follow through with her words.

Jackson smiled to himself already considering what she said to be pure bullshit. Besides, he wouldn’t ever allow her to go anywhere, he refused to. “No. Now stop talking.” He ordered, not really in the mood to discuss this right now. All he wanted was to get her back to his apartment and make sure she was alright.

But of course, Milan wasn’t finished.

“You’re so stupid. Why do you waste your time when you know I’m no good for you?” She fussed, trying to seat up but failing miserably, falling back onto his comfortable lap. Why couldn’t he just hate her already?

“You know why.” He answered after a while, still not sparing her the simple glance she wished he would.

When the car came to a stop, he carried her inside of the building and headed towards the elevator without anyone really paying them any attention. Not even a second after he unlocked the door, Milan began to make that retching noise, barely giving him time to make it to the bathroom to hover her head over the toilet as she released all the alcohol from her system. He carefully held her hair from her face until she was done.

She felt so disgusting but relieved all at once. Helping her up to her feet after flushing the toilet, he handed her a cup of water to wash out her mouth. Apart of her wanted to protest but thought against it. It would be pointless anyway.

He pulled her into the kitchen and sat her in one of the chairs before rummaging through the fridge for something to ease the hangover he knew she was already starting to fell. Settling for a Gatorade, he opened the bottle and handed it to her, watching her closely until she drunk every last drop.

Tossing the bottle in the plastic green bin, he gave her a banana and yogurt to eat just to be on the safe side. Milan gladly scarfed down the sweet tasting items in a matter of minutes, feeling somewhat better.

Once she was done, he bent down, removing the heels from her feet and disappeared down the hall for a few seconds, only to reappear with one of his shirts. “Change into this.” He told her, handing her the shirt, waiting for her to change out her clothes that smelled of exactly like the club they just left.

She eyed him, waiting for him to at least turnaround or leave the room so she could have some privacy but he wasn’t going anywhere. “I’ve seen you naked before Milan.” He reminded her, taking a step forward, unzipping the back her black tight dress. Her cheeks grew warm from remembering the one and only time they slept together two years ago.

The same day she realized he was too good for her.

She sighed to herself, quickly shimmering out of the dress and pulled on the shirt that smelled just like him. He picked it up and threw it into the washing machine, setting it to wash while he led the way towards his bedroom.

On slight wobbly legs, she made her way towards his bed while he closed the door behind him. Slipping underneath the cool bedsheets, she laid down and watched him join her soon after.

With their heads on the pillow, they faced each other in the dark as many thoughts ran through both of their minds. “Thank you.” She whispered, reaching up to run her fingers through his silky locks. Of course he didn’t say anything in return, instead, he kissed her forehead and pulled her closer to him.

This was the first time in a while that they cuddled, and even though Milan wouldn’t admit it, she missed being in his arms.

Arms of the man she knew who loved her.

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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 13

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1350

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

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.

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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 03

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1144

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

'Erm excuse me,' you said hesitantly. Although your voice had been softened by your insecurity, the whole room suddenly faced you, eight pairs of eyes looking at you frowning.

'H-hi,' you said awkwardly, straightening your back and trying your best to look and sound confident. 'My name is Y/n and I'm the new personal assistant of Mr. Wang,' you said quickly. A few faces instantly changed, with understanding looks on them. Some even nodded and smiled.

'Right, erm,' you said stumbling again, 'so Mr. Wang told me to give this to you,' you told the room, sticking out your arms that were holding the binder with the designs. 'And he told me he wanted you to look over them again,' you repeated his words.

The whole room sighed. Some people leaned back in their chairs, rolling their eyes. Others put their hands in front of their faces and shook their heads.

Slightly shocked, you looked at their reactions.

'Don't worry about it,' one of the guys said as he walked over to you and saw your face. 'They're not reacting to you, they're reacting to the boss,'

His comment was unnecessary but you simply nodded. He had a very soft and friendly face.

'My name is Im Jaebeom but everyone calls me Jay B,' he said sticking out his hand to you as he took the binder from you. You shook his hand and bowed slightly.

Jay B clicked his tongue as he flipped through the binder quickly. 'The boss hasn't been satisfied with our work lately. It's almost like...' he mumbled but he didn't finish his sentence.

'Like what?' you asked curiously, unable to help yourself. Jay B grimaced at you.

'Like he doesn't know what he wants,' he said shaking his head. 'But don't tell him I said that,' he added quickly. You gave him a slight smile to let him know you understood.

On your way over to the kitchen, you wondered what Jay B had meant by what he said. As a former avid Team Wang stan, you knew Jackson to be determined, and creative. He always knew what he wanted and exactly how he wanted it. It was strange to think that what Jay B had said, was true.

You pondered over it while filling up a can of water for your boss. He had seemed pretty sure of himself when he had rejected the designs and given them to you. Maybe Jay B was wrong and just didn't understand Jackson as you did.

You scoffed at yourself.

"Really Y/N?" You thought to yourself. "You really think you know Jackson better after stanning him for a few years? Better than his own employees?"

You clicked your tongue.

But then what if Jay B was right? What if Jackson was stuck in some sort of designer block?

It pained you to think this. Designing was Jackson's life and you could easily imagine how frustrating it would be for him if he was blocked. You didn't want this for him.

Deep in thought, you made your way back to your boss's office, the heavily filled water jug in your hand.

When you entered the room, Jackson was standing facing the window, his back towards you.

"Was he really unsure of himself?" you wondered as you walked up to him. Your eyes slid over his strong posture. His broad back and strong arms... You simply could not imagine a man like him being stuck like that. A flush of heat washed over your body and your heart instantly started to beat faster. The water jug suddenly seemed a lot heavier. You gripped it with your other hand, holding it close to you so you wouldn't drop it.

Jackson. Your boss was really Jackson. You were really approaching him right now, bringing him water.

Your mind was racing.

Suddenly, unexpectedly he turned around. His sharp movement startled you and the jug slipped from your fingers. Cold water flooded over your front and a second later the sound of shattering indicated the glass had hit the floor.

There was a moment of silence where Jackson simply looked at you, eyebrows raised, then,

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' you cried out quickly. You felt like your heart had stopped and your body had turned into ice. You quickly crouched down, scrambling to pick up the pieces of the shattered glass lying at his feet, still mumbling apologies.

How could you have been so stupid? Why were you this clumsy? How could you mess it up this quickly? You had barely been working for him for an hour and you had already shown him your incompetence. You were trying hard to hold back tears.

You couldn't look at him as Jackson slowly crouched down as well.

'Y/n,' he said softly but you couldn't hear him over your endless stream of apologies.

'Y/n!' he said louder now. Your body froze mid-pick up of a particularly large piece of glass. Your breathing was heavy as if you had just run a marathon.

'Y/n, relax, it's just water and it's just a jug,' he said simply. He tried to find your eyes as he looked at you. He could see the tears in your eyes that you refused to let out.

He felt weird. Why were you crying? Why were you panicking? He didn't understand. It was just a minor mistake that could happen to anyone, but you seemed to be distraught by it.

He stared at your wet eyes. You looked so pitiful and small like this and a part of him wanted to scoop you up and hold you close, press his lips onto your pouting ones.

The image of it flashed before his eyes in a millisecond and he quickly got up again and cleared his throat.

'Leave it. You might cut yourself,' he said shortly. He was surprised at his own fierce tone of voice. It took a second, but then slowly you got up too.

Your suit jacket and the white blouse underneath it were soaked, making the fabric see-through. For a moment Jackson's eyes darted over your body, stopping at your chest. Underneath the wet jacket and through the wet fabric of your blouse he could easily spot the pastel blue lace bra you were wearing.

He had to hold in a groan.

'Why don't you go dry yourself and calm down a bit?' He suggested quickly, tearing his eyes from your chest and quickly looking away. 'The ladies restroom has a blow-drier,'

'Yes, sir,' you said in a small voice. All this time you had been staring at your own shoes. You could not bear to face him. Maybe ever again.

With a body that still felt like ice and feet that seemed to be made of lead, you turned around and walked out of the door.

You were a disaster.

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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 08

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1790

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

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.

xxx

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.'

You closed your eyes.

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 02

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1090

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

Jackson leaned back in his chair as he stared at you. Was he disappointed? Was he impressed? You were quite sure he hadn't picked you himself. Your interview had been with someone else from HR. Had they even shown him your resume? Or was this just some sort of surprise for him.

As if reading your thoughts Jackson spoke;

'Sorry, I've been quite busy lately,' He said with a sigh, gesturing at the designs in front of him. 'I think I should've received your CV about a week ago. It must be somewhere under here...' he said as he rummaged through the binders and loose papers on his desk.

'Ah there it is,' he said, picking up a paper that looked slightly crumpled. He put it up to his face to read it, his face disappearing behind it.

You simply stood there, feeling nervous and picking at your nails.

Jackson quickly read through your resume. Normally he was a fast and accurate reader, but right now he was having difficulty concentrating. He wanted to drop the paper and just look at you. Stare at you. For hours. But he had to focus.

He read that you were younger than him, and lived nearby. Both good. He was pleased to see your zodiac matched his and he couldn't help the corners of his mouth curling upward slightly.

Of course, he had been looking for a serious personal assistant. His previous one left after she got married and had a baby and he couldn't blame her. She was good, simple, and plain and he had always been happy with her. He was happy that she got her only family now, and understood that she wanted to work less, and more regular hours, but he had still been sad to see her go.

As he had set out the search for a new personal assistant he had been looking for someone similar to her. Plain, simple, no bullshit or fakery. Just doing what they were told without question or concern of breaking a nail. When HR told him they had found exactly that, he had been satisfied, not bothering to check up on the new recruit as he trusted his staff to make the right decision for him. But never had he expected to be so captivated by this girl.

He wasn't even sure what is what about her that fascinated him. That made him think of things he normally wouldn't think of at work...

'Says here you're straight out of college with no actual experience as a personal assistant,' Jackson said nonchalantly.

'That is correct, sir,' you said, happy that he finally showed his face to you again from behind the paper, but still incredibly nervous. Would he decide HR made a mistake? Would he still dismiss you?

Jackson held in a groan. The way you called him "sir" was enough to spark a new kink inside him.

'Do you even know what a personal assistant does?' Jackson asked, his husky voice slightly lowering. He couldn't help himself. He wanted to tease you. Push your limits, see how far he could go and if you were as innocent as you looked to him.

'Erm,' you said hesitating. Was this a test? Probably. You looked into his dark eyes, trying to think of anything but failing. Your mind was blank. You blacked out.

Jackson cocked an eyebrow at your silence.

'Erm,' you repeated, 'anything you want, sir,' you decided. There was nothing else you could come up with.

'Anything I want?' Jackson said, tilting his chin, his eyebrow still raised.

'Yes sir,' you answered nodding, still picking at your nails absentmindedly.

Jackson's mouth curled into a smile. God, he just knew he could have so much fun with you.

'I'll keep you to that promise,' he said grinning.

'Yes sir,' you answered automatically. Once more Jackson suppressed a moan as a reaction to your submissiveness. He stared at you for a moment.

'Is there anything I can do for you right now, sir?' you asked awkwardly, trying to be of service and starting to feel uncomfortable with all his staring.

Jackson cleared his throat and sat up.

'Right, yes,' he said slightly vague. He had to remind himself he was at work. He needed to focus. Shit needed to be done. He would play with you later. 'Yes, I need you to organize these designs into a folder, doesn't really matter how. Then bring them to the design team and tell them to go over them once more. They will understand what I mean with that,' he added grimly.

'Yes sir,' you nodded shortly, walking up to his desk to receive the papers from him.

You tried hard not to freak out now you were standing so close to him. The only thing separating you was the desk between the two. From here you could smell his cologne. Fresh but warm like a summer breeze.

You tried your best not to look at him. You stuck your hand out to take the papers from him as he handed them to you, trying your best to keep your hand steady and hoping to god he wouldn't be able to hear your heartbeat pounding out of your chest. Just as you grabbed the papers, one of his fingers brushed accidentally over yours. You instantly dropped the papers.

'God, sorry, I'm sorry,' you said quickly, not looking at him and trying to hide your face which you were sure was bright red.

Jackson didn't say anything as you scrambled the papers together quickly.

It had only been barely a second, and accident but he had felt it too just like you had. A heat flow had shot up from the place he had brushed you. He stared at you as you hastily put the papers back together again. Although he couldn't see your face, he could see the redness of your ears clear as day.

Without facing him again you dashed over to the door but before you could leave, he called out your name. It gave you shivers.

'Y/n?' he said with a low calm voice as if you hadn't made a fool of yourself already. You stopped at the door opening, not daring to turn around to show yourself. 'Get some water too, will you?' his voice sounded friendly, unconcerned, and casual. He didn't seem mad or annoyed with you at all. But you could be wrong. Without saying anything you nodded again, before dashing away, the door closing behind you.

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 10

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 2080

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

The venue was not as big as you had expected it to be. It was atmospherically lit and if you hadn't been so nervous and scared, you would've been completely in awe of all the extravagant aetherial decorations.

The event was quite busy and there were many people who came up to say hi. Jackson greeted them all politely. Some more happily and enthusiastically than others.

Every time someone came over, Jackson gave you a soft squeeze as if to alert you. Not for a moment did he let go of you.

Some people barely even looked at you. Others looked at you curiously but didn't ask any questions. But now and then there was someone who asked about you.

'Ah, that's a secret,' Jackson would say with a sly grin in response to questions about you. After that, no one would press on.

Although you weren't allowed to speak, you weren't bored. It was quite interesting to listen to the conversations around you. Especially Jackson's conversations. Anyone could see how charismatic he was. He was always friendly and polite, giving people his time and attention and doing business at the same time without making it seem too corporate. Even with the creeping fear in the back of your head, you had to admit you were impressed.

Several times you got handed a glass of champagne. You knew you weren't allowed to drink, but you also felt it impolite to decline it. Besides, you weren't allowed to talk. So you simply pretended to sip from the glass, holding your lips tightly shut. Jackson didn't say anything. Sometimes you got rid of it by putting it on a table, but now and then Jackson would whisper to you softly.

'You can give it to me,' he'd say, and you'd hand him the glass.

Luckily there was enough orange juice going around for you to still stay hydrated throughout the day.

Even though it wasn't too boring, the night seemed to go on forever. You had no idea what time it was, and you didn't have a watch, nor could you check your phone for the time. You had looked around the venue as well, but there was no clock in sight nor any windows that could indicate the fading of the light.

But you were still quite sure it had be around dusk. You started to notice Jackson becoming a bit more talkative, the alcohol probably finally starting to affect him. Which wasn't strange if you took into account how many people had offered him drinks, and how many he had gotten from you too.

You knew he wouldn't expose you here at this event. He wasn't that petty and you knew it had been stupid of you to think so, but you still feared what would come after the event. After all the people would leave and the two of you would be alone. This was one of the reasons why you kept putting off going to the toilet.

'Jackson,' you whispered when the two of you finally had a moment alone and you felt like you were going to burst, 'I really gotta go to the the-the ladies' room,' you said feeling extremely embarrassed.

You looked up at him. His sharp chin was tilted down towards you and his eyes were on your face.

'Right,' he nodded curtly. Together you walked over to the side of the room where there was a door.

The door led to a long hallway that was dimly lit. You passed a few people who greeted Jackson and a few doors on the side of the hallway. Finally, after turning a corner you saw the lit-up sign of the ladies' room.

For the first time since he had put his arm around you that night, Jackson let go of you.

You quickly sped into the ladies' room.

Of course, there was a line.

A few women who looked like models were whispering and giggling together in a different language. Some took a quick glance at you, but realizing you were no one noteworthy, they continued their conversations.

When you finally exited the stall the bathroom was deserted. You washed your hands and tried to mentally prepare yourself to return to Jackson and the event.

Jackson was already waiting for you in the hallway. He was leaning back against the wall of the deserted corridor, his hands in his pockets and his eyes slightly more unfocussed than you were used from him.

When he noticed you walking up to him his gaze rested on your face.

Nervously you waited in front of him. His eyes narrowed slightly as he seemed to scan your face.

'Come with me,' he said with a tilt of his chin.

Nervously you followed him to a door just before where the corridor made a turn. He opened the door and went inside, you followed him and he closed the door behind you two.

The room was quite dark even when Jackson switched on the lights. It looked like it had once been set up as an office, but was now abandoned. There were a few pieces of furniture standing around quite randomly. Like they had just been placed in here to make space somewhere else.

Awkwardly you stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by the forgotten surfaces and seats. You closed your eyes and waited for the screaming. The tirade that was coming.

But it didn't come.

Instead, you felt a warm hand cup your face.

You opened your eyes.

Jackson was standing in front of you, his eyes focused on yours, his lips slightly parted.

'What are you doing to me,' he whispered. It wasn't a question.

You didn't move.

You didn't know what was happening.

Jackson dropped his hand and walked around you, stopping closely behind you.

'You really are something aren't you?' he said softly.

'Jackson, I mean, Mr. Wang, sir. I'm really sorry,' you stammered weakly. The words flew out of your mouth before you knew it. You knew it sounded like a pathetic excuse, one he would never accept.

Jackson made a sound that sounded like a groan. You immediately shut up.

'Are you?' he whispered, his breath suddenly in your neck, making you shiver.

'Yes sir,' you said weakly, scared out of your wits. You could feel him tense up behind you. Was he going to shout now? Attack you? Hit you?

'How sorry are you?' he asked unexpectedly. His question took you by surprise.

'I-I, very sorry, sir,' you mumbled. Once again, pathetic.

'Show me,' he whispered almost inaudibly. Confused you tried to turn around to look at him, ask him what he meant, but without warning, he wrapped one strong arm around your waist, pulling you back against his front.

Your heart rate instantly shot through the roof.

He nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing slowly and heavily, his arm still tight around your waist. You felt him push you forwards, and you quickly took a few steps until you bumped into the old empty desk. With one quick movement, he spun you around to face him again, his body barely an inch away from yours, his eyes swallowing yours as he looked down at you.

He leaned forwards, putting his hands on yours as you leaned back slightly over the desk. With his hands, he pinned yours on the desk, your straight arms holding you up, as he loomed over you.

'You have no idea how fucking beautiful you look do you?' he growled at you, his eyes lidded.

Your mouth fell open in surprise.

Jackson shifted his leg forwards, in between yours, his knee slightly bend, causing your skirt to hike up.

'Fucking hell, when you look at me with those beautiful eyes, I just,' he muttered, his face was barely an inch from yours. He pushed his knee further forwards and your skirt hiked up even more until his thigh finally hit you at your core. You gave a soft moan when the fabric of your panties pressed against you and for the first time, you realized you were absolutely soaked.

Without breaking eye contact, Jackson moved his leg between yours, his thigh rubbing your wet core. Your lips parted like his and a small grin appeared on his face.

There was no way you could stifle your moans even though you tried your best.

Jackson dipped in closer to you and you closed your eyes.

'Do you want it?' his lips brushed against yours as he asked you the question. 'Do you want me?'

You could only let out a soft whimper. Heat was flooding your lower belly.

'Cause if you let me do this, I won't be able to stop,' he breathed. Once more you moaned. You couldn't think. You could only focus on his thigh rubbing your core.

'Give yourself to me and I will take it all baby,' he whispered in your ear. He pushed his leg harder into you, pulling from you another moan before kissing you on your jaw. 'I can make your dreams come true baby, but just know I won't play nice,' he spoke.

Between your legs, the heat was building up and a knot started to form in your underbelly.

'Just tell me to stop, and I will stop forever,' he said huskily. At the thought of it, you groaned. Jackson chuckled lowly. 'But if you want me to go on,' he continued, placing a kiss just beside your mouth teasingly, 'I will make you mine, and I will not hold back,'

You let out a sigh, opening your eyes slightly to see his lidded ones observing your face closely with a mean grin.

'Say it,' he whispered. 'Tell me what you want,'

Without a second thought, you spoke.

'You,' your voice was hoarse from your pants.

Jackson instantly dove in, kissing you hungrily on your mouth. His lips were softer than you had ever imagined. He tasted sweet and slightly of the champagne he had been drinking. You felt like you were drowning in his kiss. Sinking into eternal bliss.

Slowly he removed his legs from between yours and you groaned in protest. Jackson hummed satisfied in your mouth as he put one arm around the small of your back to keep you supported, while the other one slid down, between your legs.

His skilled fingers found your clit easily, even over the soaking fabric of your panties. You moaned instantly with his touch. Slowly his finger started rubbing you through the stained fabric of your panties.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, as you kept kissing him back, your tongues intertwining in a wet dance.

Your stifled moans seemed to spur him on as he massaged your core perfectly rhythmically. The knot in your tummy started to grow again and this time, you knew there was no escaping it.

Before you knew it you were a hot wet panting mess, your hands grabbing into Jackson's fluffy hair for dear life. He seemed to notice because he pulled his mouth from yours to take in your face.

'You wanna cum baby?' he asked quietly. You nodded desperately.

'Yeah, you wanna cum? Wanna cum for me baby? Cum so easily from just my fingers playing with you? Such an easy girl. Such a slut for me,' Jackson cooed in your ear. The words had you shivering with pleasure.

'Wanna cum for me? Then cum baby, show me your pretty face as you cum. Let me hear it, say my name. Cum baby,' he encouraged you. It was enough.

'Jackson!' you moaned his name loudly as you came hard in his arms. Your hands gripping his hair tightly and your body shaking all over. Jackson continued circling your overly sensitive clit slowly, making you ride out your high for as long as you could until you were left a shaking twitching mess.

'That's it, baby, that's it. Well done. You did well,' Jackson praised you softly, littering kisses all over your face and neck. 'You came so good for me. Such a good little slut,'

Panting you leaned against him, barely able to stand by yourself.

'Just know, that next time, I might not be as nice to you as I was just now,' Jackson said, his voice dark. 'Next time you'll have to earn it.'

You looked up at him with hazy eyes. His perfect face grinned back at you.

'You're mine now baby,' he said kissing you on your forehead and hugging you tightly.

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 06

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1788

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

You had almost forgotten how many posters you used to have of Jackson. It took you quite a while to decorate the house with them, but eventually, Jackson's beautiful dark almond-shaped eyes were staring at you from every corner of your small apartment.

It felt weird, especially now that you had met the man himself. You were just about to put the old box away with all your old stuff from college when something fell out of it. You put the box down and picked it up.

It was an old diary. You recognized it immediately. That diary had been your most secret and most prized possession. You had filled it with all kinds of cuttings and collages you had made yourself, of both you and Jackson. You had cut out pictures of yourself and stuck them into pictures with him as if you were a couple. You had poured out your heart in there, writing him letters of how much you admired him, what you felt for him.

It was the most embarrassing thing you owned.

You hadn't looked at it in years. None of your friends had ever known about it. Not even Mei. You opened the diary and flipped through it.

It was one big cringe.

But there was also some kind of nostalgic feeling to it and you couldn't help the slight smile from forming on your lips.

It all seemed so ridiculous now that you looked back on it. You had been so obsessed.

And maybe somewhere you still were, even though you couldn't admit it to yourself.

You put the diary on your desk, to look at it later. You weren't sure why, because it almost hurt to look at it, but you still felt you might wanna flip through it later.

You looked around your apartment and were happy all of your friends lived too far away to visit. You wouldn't want anyone to see you as an adult with an apartment full of posters of your boss.

'Well then,' you said feeling incredibly stupid, 'I'm going to make dinner now Jackson, I mean Mr. Wang.'

It felt ridiculous talking into the nothingness. You looked at the nearest poster.

'Right, erm, I was thinking, pasta tonight?' You spoke to the poster.

Jackson's print stared at you. You cursed Mei under your breath.

This was going to be tough.

You rummaged through your fridge to find a bottle of wine. You weren't much of a drinker normally, especially not on workdays, but this situation called for it.

When you woke up the next morning, it wasn't hard to continue where you left off last night, even though you were sober now. You weren't sure whether it had been the booze or you just really had a lively imagination, but it wasn't that hard to imagine talking to Jackson. Maybe because you had done it in your mind already so many times when you had been younger.

'Good morning Jackson,' you said with a yawn as you stretched your arms while still sitting on the bed. 'I hope you slept well,' you added looking at the poster above your little desk.

As you prepared yourself for the day by dressing, showering, and getting breakfast you kept conversing with him out loud. Now and then you looked at one of the posters to make it a little more real.

Still, when you arrived at work and you walked over to his office, you felt nervous.

You knocked but there was no reply. For a second, you hesitated, then opened the door. The office was empty. Then again, you were quite early today.

Jackson's desk was littered with papers and notes, his keyboard completely vanished under all the paperwork. You walked over to the desk and scanned the papers.

You were hoping to find a clue to a task he might ask you to do later, so you could start now. Maybe avoid him for a while. But the papers didn't help you much.

At the corner of his desk, you spotted a framed picture. It was the only spot that he had kept free. You took a closer look.

It was a photo of Jackson himself with a young girl sitting on his back. They looked like they were playing.

'Cute isn't she?' A sudden voice spoke.

You almost fainted.

'Fuck!' You let slip, looking up, your heart racing.

Jackson chuckled. His pretty nose was slightly scrunched and his eyes closed.

Your heart made the familiar flip but somehow you felt more in control this time.

'Sorry, sir!' You said quickly, bowing to him. Jackson dismissed your apology with a wave of his hand.

He liked that you had sworn when you got startled and wondered what other profanities he could pull from your pretty lips.

He clenched his jaw.

Not the time, not the place.

'It's my little niece,' he said, as a way of distracting himself.

'Ah,' you said quickly with a nod, pretending not to know. Although you still felt awkward and in awe, you forced yourself to try and make some conversation with him. 'So you like kids,' you tried, feeling incredibly stupid making the statement and immediately wishing you had said nothing.

'Yeah,' Jackson said with a smile as he walked over to you. 'Kids are great. Can't wait till I have a few of my own,' he said without thinking.

He was surprised by his own words. He looked up at you and for a fragment of a moment, he wondered what it would be like to have you by his side, as his woman, the mother of his kids. He could imagine it easily. You holding his child, with a second one on the way. And the thought of all the things he needed to do to you to get there...

He gritted his teeth once more. What was wrong with him lately? He wondered if he hadn't been jerking off enough.

You stared at him as he looked at you a little too long, a tingle going down your spine.

Jackson quickly cleared his throat and looked away from you at the mess on his desk.

Right, work.

It was already dark outside when Jackson finally had gotten home. He kicked off his shoes and walked straight through to the bedroom.

Today had been a long work day. Even though he hadn't even had time for dinner, he wasn't hungry.

You had done well that day. You had seemed calmer to him, less nervous, and he noticed that a few times you tried your best to meet his eye and make small talk. Although he appreciated the effort, it drove him insane.

There was something very, very wrong with him.

Somehow you had managed to make him feel like a horny teenage boy again. He was already having trouble as it was with work. He wasn't quite sure what he was looking for with the new collection so he kept rejecting everything, hoping he would know it when he saw it. He knew his employees were suspicious, some probably knew or guessed already that he had a designer's block. But with you around it seemed almost impossible to focus.

Jackson buried his face in his pillow. As soon as he closed his eyes your image sprung to his mind again. He had no idea what it was about you that drove him so mad. Maybe it was the way you spoke to him or the way you looked at him. Maybe it was your body, so perfect in every way.

He could feel himself grow in his pants. The non-stretch fabric of his pants restrained him painfully.

He tried to think of anything else, anything to make it go down but every thought lead him back to you.

There was no use.

He remembered the way you had looked at him this morning. The way you had sworn when you got startled when he had entered the room.

The scenario played again in his head but this time his imagination got the better of him.

Instead of holding himself in and chuckling, he imagined himself striding over to you. Telling you that you had been naughty for using such foul language with him, with your boss. He wanted to punish you for it.

His eyes still closed and his cock throbbing painfully in his pants he could imagine you looking up at him so innocently. Your lips slightly parted. God how he wanted to kiss those lips so bad. And he was sure you would taste so sweet. He'd kiss you until he'd make you moan. He knew he could. And he'd give it to you. Hiking up that tight knee-length skirt you had been wearing until he could see your panties. He wondered what color they'd be. Maybe it'd be lace, or see-through.

His eyes still closed he unbuttoned his pants to free himself a bit, but he kept his underwear on. His breathing had become heavy and the pillow he pressed his face into felt hot.

Yes, he was sure it would be some kind of cute underwear. Unable to help himself he started to grind his hips into the mattress, aching for any type of friction.

He would peel your panties to the side, leaving it on as he would go down on his knees to eat you out. He would drive you to the edge but not make you cum just yet.

Then he would clear his desk with a big swoop and push you on your back onto the desk, your panties still to the side. He'd slide into your wet sloppy cunt and fuck your brains out as you'd moan his name over and over again while he'd made you cum on his dick. And he would whisper at you how dirty you were, how he would make you his private little slut before unloading himself into you as deep as he could.

Without warning, he suddenly came into his bedsheets. He groaned as the cum stained his underbelly and the mattress.

Panting he lay there for a while. A mixture of feeling warring inside him. On the one side, he was embarrassed by coming so easily just by grinding himself on his bed. He hadn't cum hands-free since he was a teen. On the other side, he felt ashamed. Ashamed of thinking about you this way. Ashamed that he would degrade a female coworker that way.

But somewhere he also felt blissful and ecstatic. He hadn't cum and felt this satisfied in ages. And he couldn't help but wonder how fucking good it would feel if he had really just cum inside of you...

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 15

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x PersonalAssistant!F!Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 980

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] - [22] - [23] - [?] MASTERLIST

Warnings: Swearing, 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, semi-public sex? breeding/impreg kink, WILL ADD MORE AS STORY ADVANCES, PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY

For a second he seemed startled, but then his face relaxed and he smiled.

'Yeah, I know it's the weekend, but it's a rush order. I will pay you to double okay?' he said into the phone as he winked at you and beckoned you with his hand.

Feeling empty inside, you walked over to him slowly.

He was still smiling at you brightly, as if nothing had happened. As if you knew nothing.

'Okay great man,' Jackson said happily on the phone. 'I'll review it again this afternoon,'

Jackson patted his lap, a gesture for you to come sit, but you stayed still.

How could he look at you like this? Like you were the only thing in the world to him? Was he really that good of an actor?

It made you feel sick.

Jackson frowned slightly as he scanned your face, his hand still on his lap from his gesturing.

'Yo, Imma call you back dude,' he said abruptly, cutting Jay B off at the other side. He put down his phone and looked at you worried.

'Baby, what's wrong?' he asked worriedly while getting up from his seat.

A million possible answers rushed like a high-speed train through your mind.

You wanted to scream at him. Punch him in the face. You wanted to break down and cry. You wanted to say nothing and just turn around and run away.

The man in front of you stared at you with worry. A crease between his perfect dark straight eyebrows. The dark eyes that you had studied and admired for years seemed to penetrate your soul.

This man... You had thought you knew him so well...

But you had always known that reading about someone in a magazine or watching every video that existed of them, wasn't the same as actually knowing them.

You did not know him at all.

The Jackson Wang you thought you had known was just fiction. A fantasy you had made up in your mind.

He had simply used you for his own entertainment.

'You can tell me, baby,' he said sweetly, taking a step closer to you.

The nickname you had loved so much almost made you shiver now.

A sudden sound startled the both of you.

Jackson's phone rang again, but he ignored it, still looking at you worriedly, his hand stretched out to you as if he was about to pull you in for a hug.

'You should get that,' your voice sounded flat, empty, hollow. It surprised even you. You didn't know why you told him to get the call.

Jackson shook his head. 'Baby, whats-?' he began but you cut him off.

'Get it,' you said with a tilt of your chin towards the phone on his desk.

You could see his jaw clenching, but after a few seconds, he finally turned around and picked up the phone.

'Hi mom, now's not the-' Jackson began but a loud female voice interrupted him.

'My son never has time for his mother!' the woman called out annoyed. You could clearly hear every single word she was saying. 'He goes to live half a world away and he doesn't even make time for the woman who raised him!'

'Ma, I'm-' Jackson began, but his mother disregarded his words and went on with her rant.

'Honestly, what has a mother to do to see her own son? I swear to god, if you don't change this into a video call right now, I WILL disown you,' she said grumpily.

Hadn't you been so crestfallen about Jackson cheating on you, you probably would've laughed.

Jackson quickly fumbled with his phone and kept it a short distance away from his face. You could see his mother's face on the screen as well as his own in the top right corner.

'Now, that's better,' his mother said still quite cross. 'Why is it so dark in there? It's morning there, right? Don't you open your curtains?'

Jackson sighed and walked over to the window to open the curtains. You could see the redness of his ears. Yesterday you would've thought this cute and it probably would've made your heart swell, but today you didn't care.

The bright morning sun lit up the brown-tinted room and the sudden light made you blink a few times.

'See, much better!' Jackson's mother said approvingly. 'Now let me look at your face, last time you looked so thin I-' she said but she suddenly fell silent. It almost looked like the screen had frozen.

'Who's that?' she asked suddenly, her face closer to the screen and her eyes narrowing.

'What?' Jackson asked awkwardly, turning away from you. But it was already too late.

'What do you mean what! There was someone there! I saw it!' Jackson's mom shouted almost hysterically through the phone. Jackson had barely been able to open his mouth to answer when his mother continued. 'A girl! It was definitely a girl!'

Jackson's eyes darted from you back to the screen again. His face was quite blank.

'Ka Yee, show me,' his mother said sternly.

Jackson looked at you again for a second. His expression was questioning like he wanted your permission.

You didn't move. The entire situation was just so ridiculous that you were barely able to wrap your head around it.

When you didn't respond, Jackson closed his eyes painfully. He frowned once more, clicked his tongue, and sighed.

'Fine,' he sighed. You looked at him in shock. 'But Ma, please chill,' he added quickly.

Jackson walked over to you and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. He held the phone far away, so both you and he were visible to the camera.

'Mom, this is Y/n,' Jackson introduced you. You looked up at him in shock. His perfect face was barely inches away from you. He looked back at you, his eyes locking with yours and a soft smile appearing on his pillowy lips.

'She's my girlfriend,' he said.

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 11

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1424

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

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...

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 04

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1228

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

You felt like a 15-year-old teen again, who was crying in the school toilet because her crush had her seen do something embarrassing.

Only you weren't 15 anymore and this wasn't school.

You had to calm down. You were an adult now, and this was work.

You gritted your teeth. Why were you such an idiot? Why had you acted the way you had? Like a child who's afraid of their parents. It had been ridiculous. Maybe even worse than dropping the jug in the first place.

You wanted to slap yourself.

If you just simply had apologized and told him he started you in a calm and normal way this wouldn't have been so bad. But every moment you saw Jackson you turned into a hormonal pubescent girl again. This was precisely what you had promised yourself not to do.

You had to get it together.

Although a part of you wanted to cry and hide under the covers, you knew you had to face this.

You let out a deep sigh and shoot your head.

This had been a terrible mistake.

Not just the dropping of the water jug, or the way you had acted, but the fact that you had taken the job in the first place. And it wasn't because you felt unworthy, which of course you did, but because of your past. For years you had harbored feelings for this man, who was at that time unreachable. He had been a god almost. Unreal, untouchable and perfect. You had dreamt about him. Fantasized about him. Followed him on every platform you could and read all about him. You had been obsessed with him.

Yes, you had grown out of it eventually, but now that you were faced with him...

All of those thoughts, memories, and fantasies came flooding back, taking control of you.

There was no way you could for him in a normal way. Yes, maybe you could get used to it over time, but in that time you would be useless, making mistakes and acting stupid. All that time Jackson would have an incompetent assistant, holding back the company, and mostly: him. He deserved better than that.

You felt your heart aching, but you knew it would be for the better. It had all been just a fantasy. Just a stupid throwback to those olden days. It had been fun, and you were sure that your younger self had been ecstatic if she knew she would one day meet him. Even if it had been in such a way and even if you had made a fool of yourself, your teenage self would've still said that it would've been more than a blessing.

You looked at yourself in the mirror.

You were plain. Not special. Just a passerby.

The wet spots on your suit had dried and it looked normal again.

You fixed a few strands of your hair and tried to calm your heartbeat.

You knew what was waiting for you back there. Jackson was waiting for you. Maybe he would fire you, or maybe he'd ask you what was wrong with you. Either way, you would simply apologize and tell him you had made a mistake by taking the job. You would resign, and go back to your normal life again tomorrow, and all of this would just be some silly dream.

Feeling almost too calm you stepped into Jackson's office.

'Good you are back,' he said as he looked up at you. His dark eyes were mesmerizing, just as they had been on your bedroom posters. You granted yourself to revel in his beauty one last time.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed the glass had been cleaned up from the office floor.

'Yes, sir,' you answered simply.

'Have you calmed down a bit?' Jackson asked you, his eyes boring into yours.

'Yes, sir,' You said once more. 'I-,' but you didn't get to finish your sentence.

'Good. Then could you please write a draft for me for the invitation to the in-house show? You can use the draft from last year. It should be on the laptop that was given to you at your arrival. If you're finished please go and find Elisabeth, she'll check it for you and help you with the rest of it,' Jackson told you without blinking. His face looked quite calm and serious and there was a friendly smile on his face.

You were taken aback.

He didn't say anything about the incident.

You had planned your whole resignation, but now he was instructing you with more work.

Your mind felt blank, and simply not knowing what to do, you nodded.

'Yes, sir,' you said beaten and you left the room again.

Placing one foot in front of the other you walked like a zombie through the building. Jackson's image seemed burned into your brain. The friendly smile like you hadn't just made a fool of yourself and he hadn't just told you to calm down somewhere else, etched into your brain.

You weren't really thinking of where you were going when you promptly walked into someone.

'Oh, shit fuck. I mean-sorry!' You said quickly, feeling dazed. You looked up. A pretty, tall, and slender woman with long black hair smiled at you.

'You must be Y/n,' the woman smiled at you. Her voice was low but feminine. 'How do you-?' You began, but the woman chuckled.

'Jia'er told me you were a little out of it,' she smiled broadly. 'I'm Elisabeth,' the woman said sticking her hand out to you

You were slightly taken aback by her use of his nickname, but took her hand and shook it.

'It's your first day right?' Elisabeth asked knowingly. You nodded and blinked a few times, trying to get Jackson out of your mind.

'A little overwhelmed?' She asked. You felt yourself blush but nodded once more.

'That's okay,' Elisabeth grinned at you. 'It'll go away eventually. Many women who start here have the same problem, and some men too. But you'll get used to him,' she assured you. You felt your head get even redder. She knew you hadn't been talking about the work.

'Come, let's go to my office and get you a strong cup of whatever you like,' Elisabeth said friendly.

Elisabeth was one of those women who you couldn't help but admire. Not only was she very pretty, with her sharp jawline, straight white teeth, and a figure to die for, but she was also smart, capable, funny and most of all, self-assured.

She made you a cup of coffee and chatted with you about your time in college. It was easy to be frank with her, easy to talk to her. Somehow she had something calming to her. Like a big sister.

She didn't mention Jackson again but did help you find the documents you needed.

'Hmm yeah, I think that looks good,' Elisabeth said nodding slowly as she read to your adapted version of the invite.

'Do you think you'll be good presenting this to Jia'er?' She asked you. She wasn't looking down on you or making fun of you.

You swallowed hard. You had to be okay with presenting this to him if you were ever going to tell him you wanted to quit this job.

You took a deep breath and nodded.

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 17

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x PersonalAssistant!F!Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1000

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] - [?] MASTERLIST

You stared out of the window at the passing trees.

Everything felt like a blur.

For some idiotic reason, you had agreed to Jackson's request to go along with him to pick up his brother and family.

Jackson had quickly changed and taken you to the nearest store to quickly buy you some decent clothes. Since you felt braindead by the entire situation you hadn't been able to make a decision of which store you wanted to go to or what you wanted to wear, so instead Jackson had helped you out by buying you a comfortable black a-line dress with balloon sleeves.

After you had gotten back into the car and made your way to the airport.

'Are you okay baby?' Jackson said quietly in the car after a while. 'You've been so quiet all morning and when you came into the study it seemed like there was something you wanted to tell me,'

He sounded hesitant and worried.

You closed your eyes and turned your face away from him.

All you wanted was to go home, crawl into bed and cry for the rest of your life.

You opened your eyes and turned to him.

His face looked at you worried. You hated that expression.

Why did he look like he was in pain? He had no right to feel that way.

He took one of his hands from the steering wheel and grabbed yours. It felt warm and your own hand felt tiny inside of it.

Tomorrow.

You would think about all this and worry again tomorrow.

'I'm just a little tired,' you lied.

'Didn't sleep well?' Jackson asked.

You made a non-commital sound that seemed enough for him.

'Oh that's them,' Jackson said suddenly pointing at a party of three that were standing at the edge of the pavement.

A man of average posture and height was holding a small girl's hand while holding onto a huge suitcase with the other. Next to him was a small woman who was holding two more suitcases of the same size, they were all looking around, peering at the cars rushing by.

Jackson stopped the car in near them.

'Here we go, he said with a grin as he got out of the car.

You took a deep breath and decided to take all your feelings, shove them in a box, and put the box away for later. For now, you simply had to put on a pretty show.

You nodded to yourself and followed Jackson out of the car.

You had barely taken two steps when you heard the little girl screech: 'UNCLE JACKSON!!!'

She instantly let go of her father's hand and sprinted over to Jackson, jumping into his arms like a trained monkey. He caught her with ease and gave her a big hug.

You quickly walked over to the party.

'Uncle Jackson I missed you so much!' the little girl squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.

Jackson laughed. 'Really? But didn't we just talk on the phone this morning princess?' he said teasingly.

Your ears perked up and you looked at the two of them in surprise.

'Yes, but it's not real,' the little girl pouted. Jackson pulled a face at her.

'Is that why you didn't tell me you were already here?' Jackson asked her, rubbing her small back with his big hand.

'I wanted it to be a surprise!' the little girl explained happily. ' Were you surprised uncle, Jackson?'

'Yes, very much, princess,' he said with a chuckle and a quick wink to you.

For the second time that day, you stood frozen to the spot.

'But the big question is,' Jackson said, teasing his niece with his index finger on her neck, 'did you bring the pretty dress I send for you?'

'I did but mommy wouldn't let me wear it on the plane because she didn't want it to get dirty,' his niece said with a pout.

'Well, mommy was right. Uncle Jackson made it especially for his little princess to wear on her birthday,' Jackson said, stroking her over the head.

Your mouth almost fell open.

You felt like an idiot.

Stupid.

How could you have been so dumb.

The lead that had weighed you down all morning seemed to suddenly have disappeared. You felt light, almost floating.

Jackson wasn't cheating on you.

He had been calling with his niece.

Jackson wasn't cheating on you.

He wasn't cheating on you...

'Hi guys,' Jackson said, bending over to hug his sister-in-law and shake his brother's hand.

'Is that her?' the sister-in-law asked curiously as she stared at you. Jackson turned to you and you could feel all their eyes on you. Your cheeks instantly felt hot.

'Y/n, meet my brother, sister, and niece. Guys, this is Y/n, my girlfriend,' he spoke.

His girlfriend.

His only girlfriend.

Who he was introducing to his family.

The realization suddenly dawned on you and an adrenaline rush came over you.

'Hi, I'm Y/n,' you said with a broad grin you were unable to hold back. You stuck your hand out to the sister-in-law.

'Hi I'm Anna,' she said happily, as she shook your hand.

'Jia Hao, but you can call me Howard,' his brother said as he too shook your hand. 'And this little rascal is Aimee,' he said pointing to his daughter who was still being carried by Jackson.

You nodded politely as if Jackson hadn't told you all of this already in the car. Not that you had needed it. After all, as a massive stan, you had been well aware of his family situation. Just not the detail that he called his niece "princess"...

'Are you a princess too?' Aimee asked you suddenly.

'Erm, no?' you answered, taken aback by her question.

'Oh. But you are pretty,' she said simply. You weren't sure whether to laugh or not. 'Uncle Jackson says I'm his princess,' she added slightly challenging.

'I know,' you nodded slowly. This time you couldn't help but laugh. Laugh in relief. It had all been a misunderstanding.

'Aimee, be nice,' her mother said, with a slight frown. But you didn't mind.

You laughed and so did Jackson.

Everything was okay.

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 12

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1904

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

That night he didn't contact you either.

Nor did you speak to him at work the next day.

Day by day passed without you speaking to him. Sure he'd send you emails of things he needed you to do for him, but they were always short and formal. And whenever you needed to take something out of his office or bring something back, he wasn't there.

With every passing day, the events of that Sunday were starting to feel more and more unreal.

It didn't help that you were absolutely fucking craving for him. His touch, his attention, his kiss, his voice, his eyes... At this point, you'd just be happy to see him wave at you.

Your mind kept replying to the events of Sunday, trying to find a fault in something you had done or said, any reason why he was ghosting you right now. But whenever that happened your brain just got stuck in the heated part, leaving you horny and even more needy for him.

It was driving you insane.

By the time it was Thursday, you had turned into a miserable mess of despair and craving. You felt exhausted and even Elisabeth started to notice that there was something wrong.

'Erm, Y/n,' she said Thursday afternoon. You looked up from your desk to her.

'You were supposed to send this to the client, but you send it to me,' she said, a light crease between her eyes.

'Oh right,' you said feeling stupid.

'And I think you also might wanna change Mr. Espresso to Mr. Ereppos. The man is Latin, not a coffee,' she added.

You sighed and nodded.

'Yo, Y/n, Elisabeth,' Jay B came looking around the corner a few hours later.

The two of you looked up at him.

'I just ran into Seunie, he needs you both in his office,' he said with a nod and a smile.

'Be right there,' Elisabeth answered instantly as she typed something in quickly on her computer and got up.

Jay B nodded and left.

Your heart had started pounding and your legs felt like lead as you got up too.

He wanted the two of you in his office.

Why?

Had you done something wrong?

But Jay B smiled, so it couldn't be that bad.

But maybe he didn't know what it was about.

Chewing nervously on your lip you and Elisabeth made your way to Jackson's office. Elisabeth didn't seem at all bothered by the sudden call. She walked her usual elegant walk and looked quite calm.

As soon as you step into his office it felt like you got hit by a truck again. The perfect contours of his face just seemed overwhelming.

'Ah great, you're here,' he said when he saw the two of you come in. He seemed calm too, not at all bothered by your appearance as you were by his.

'You called,' Elisabeth said jokingly.

'Yeah, Elisabeth, you speak a little Dutch right?' Jackson asked her.

'Dutch yes, not German. Don't get those mixed up,' Elisabeth said with a raised eyebrow.

'Yeah, I meant Dutch. How well do you speak it?' he asked.

'Pretty well, I mean, my mom is Chinese but my dad is Dutch and we used to speak more Dutch at home than Chinese,' Elisabeth said shrugging.

'Do you think you'll be able to talk to a potential client in Dutch?' Jackson asked.

'Yeah, I think I should be alright. And the Dutch a pretty well versed in English so I'll think it'll be fine,' Elisabeth answered.

'Good. I've been contacted by a Mrs. Jansen and she's interested. Can you reach out to her by e-mail and make an appointment with her as soon as possible?' Jackson instructed.

Elisabeth nodded. 'Sure, anything else?'

'Hmm,' he said looking at his watch. 'It's fine. It's almost 6 so feel free to leave it 'till tomorrow. You all worked hard today,' Jackson said friendly.

'Sure, see you tomorrow then,' Elisabeth said and she turned around and walked towards the door. You followed her.

'Y/n, can you spare me a minute?' Jackson said calmly before you reached the door.

You stopped and turned around. You could hear the door close behind you, Elisabeth had left.

Your heart was pounding so hard, you were sure he could hear it. You didn't know where to look or how to look at him.

'Come here,' he said. His voice had changed. It wasn't calm as calm anymore and it seemed to have dropped in pitch.

You walked to his desk, stopping at the other side of it but not looking at him.

You heard footsteps and you knew he had walked around the desk to come and stand next to you.

'Look at me baby,' his husky voice said softly as he used his finger to lift your chin up to face him. There was a sparkle in his eyes and the corners of his mouth were turned upwards.

'I'm sorry I've had so little time for you this week, but you know how busy I've been,' he spoke. You knew he meant it but didn't reply.

'Are you mad at me?' He asked you, a small frown on his face.

You shook your head.

'You have the right to be though. I would be pissed if you'd ghost me like that all week,' he admitted. He let his hand stroke your cheek and you closed your eyes at his touch.

'Hmm so good for me,' he hummed.

'Jackson' his name rolled of your tongue without your consent.

'Yes, baby?' he spoke, his voice in your ear, his warm breath on your skin making you shiver.

You let out a deep sigh and opened your eyes slightly.

His face was close to yours and his eyes were partially hooded. His lips moved towards yours and your opened your mouth for him. But he only brushed his lips over yours softly and momentarily. Hungry for his kiss you tried to move with him, but he pulled back slightly, a playful grin on his face. He dipped in once more, brushing his lips over yours, breathing into your mouth, but not really kissing you.

'Jackson,' this time his name sounded like an actual moan.

'Tell me what you want baby,' he whispered.

'Kiss me,' you said instantly, your hands finding his and intertwining.

'Say please,' he taunted. You weren't in for games right now. You needed him.

'Please,' you breathed, instantly giving in. Jackson finally pressed his lips against yours and it felt like your heart was swelling up like a balloon. One of his hands slid upwards to cup your face, as the other stayed fingers intertwined with yours.

He kissed you slowly, lazily, deeply this time. Although not as hungrily as before, it was still enough to start a pooling in your panties.

You let go of his hand and started fumbling at his pants wanting to undo the belt. Jackson groaned into your mouth and pulled back.

'So eager for me,' he said lowly. You mewled in frustration and he chuckled. 'I know you just can't wait for me to fill you up good,' he spoke the words slowly, 'but you have to earn it,'

You were feeling frustrated and angry. You were horny as fuck and had been clenching around nothing for almost a week. You had behaved and not contacted him or bothered him at all. You had even done all your work and corrected every little mistake you made almost instantly. How had you not earned this?

You let go of his pants and stared at him angrily.

'I know you're pissed off baby, but I got a gift for you,' he said mysteriously. You couldn't help but be interested.

'I bought you something nice, and I want you to wear it to work for me tomorrow. If you do, I promise you, I will reward you,' he spoke. From his pocket, he took a small square box. It was dark velvet red, with a ribbon tied around it. You took it from him and went to open it but he stopped you again.

'Open it when you get home, okay?' he said kissing you on your cheek.

You looked at him questioning but he just smiled cheekily at you.

You had rushed home as fast as you could. Jackson's gift seemed to burn in your bag and you quickly threw yourself and the bag on your bed.

Sitting on your knees on the bed, you took out the small box like it was some sort of holy grail.

With shaking hands, you opened it.

Your mouth fell open.

It was not at all what you had expected.

You recognized the round oblong shape immediately. It was a soft pink color that stood out sweetly and innocently against the dark red velvet of the box.

Your mouth suddenly felt very dry, and you swallowed.

Carefully you took the sex toy out of the box. Although not a full-on dildo, it was still bigger than any bullet toy you had owned before.

For a moment you just sat there staring at the ty in your hand. Then you realized something.

He wanted you to wear this...

To work...

He had to be crazy, insane.

How would you be able to work with your pussy filled up like that? And even worse, knowing that he would know you'd be wearing it for him.

Did he want you to make mistakes while working? Did he want you to ruin his company?

No, you wouldn't do it. Fuck any reward he'd give you, this was insane. You simply couldn't...

xxx

'Goodmorning Y/n,' Jay B said friendly as you walked into the office.

'What? Oh yes, g-good morning,' you said jumpily.

'Already with your head into work I see,' he laughed.

'Yeah,' you smiled slightly uncomfortable as you went on your way. You could feel the toy shifting inside you, pressing against your walls in a spot that made your knees jittery.

You had just sat down in your office and were readjusting your position hoping to shift the toy inside you to a place where you wouldn't feel it as much when Elisabeth came in.

'Good morning,' she said in her usual cheerful way. You smiled and nodded at her and quickly stopped squirming on your chair, hoping she hadn't seen.

You opened your email and read the first new email. You had barely gotten through it when the door opened again.

It was Jackson. Your heart stopped.

'Goodmorning ladies,' he said smiling politely. You both greeted him. 'Elisabeth, don't forget that Dutch client Mrs. Jansen,' he reminded her.

'On it,' she nodded curtly.

Then suddenly something happened. Inside of you, the thing had started vibrating softly. Filled with shock and terror you straightened your back and looked at Jackson. It took only a second but it was enough. He glanced at you, his eyes mischievous, and his hand moved in an odd way. He was holding something small. Concealing it in the palm of his hand.

'Oh and don't forget we have like three meetings today,' he reminded her casually.

'Jia'er, how long have I been working here?' Elisabeth said with a dead stare and annoyed tone.

'I was just saying,' Jackson shrugged, putting his free hand up in defense. 'Oh, and Y/n,' he began, he turned to you now, his back to Elisabeth. His eyes were shining and his lips curled.

'I want you to attend all of the meetings too,' he said simply. You couldn't answer.

His closed fist spasmed.

The toy inside you started vibrating a little harder.

'See you in ten minutes then,' he said plainly before walking out.

It was clear.

Jackson Wang was insane.

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 05

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1297

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

You tried hard to keep Elisabeth in mind as you made your way back to the office. Her confidence had made an impact on you and you wanted to hold onto that feeling for as long as you could.

But as soon as you stepped into Jackson's office and met his eyes, Elisabeth was wiped from your mind instantly.

'I got the draft,' you spoke, your voice surprisingly steady even though your heart rate had shot through the roof again.

'Good, you can send it out,' Jackson said with a curt nod, looking back at his computer screen.

'Don't you want to check it?' You asked nervously.

Jackson looked up at you feeling slightly surprised although he didn't show it. He trusted Elisabeth with his life and knew she would never have let him go to him if she wasn't completely satisfied with it.

Still, he decided to muse you. After all, it was your first day. And not at all because he was looking for an excuse to interact with you even more...

'Sure,' he agreed. But instead of telling him you would mail it to him, you walked over to him and placed your laptop in front of him, with the document opened.

For a moment he felt distracted by your proximity as you leaned across his desk to place the laptop on it.

Then, as you realized what you were doing, you quickly took a few steps back again, away from Jackson. This didn't go unnoticed by him. He couldn't help but wonder whether he made you feel nervous or you just realized it might've been inappropriate to get so close to him.

He grinned but calmed his mind. He needed to focus. This was work. He read the mail quickly and then turned his chair around to face you.

You were nervously picking at your nails again. The insecurity clearly visible in your eyes. Not at all professional. Very counterproductive. But you looked oh so cute to him. Too cute not to tease a little.

He got up and beckoned you to come closer. Uncertain you took a step forwards, eyes glued to him. But he wasn't satisfied. He beckoned once more until you took another few steps towards him.

His dark eyes were fixed on yours, almost forcing you to look at him.

You were standing real close to him now. Closer maybe than you felt comfortable with. You could see every smooth detail of his face.

'Look, if I'm going to be checking all your work all the time, I might as well do it myself. If Elisabeth says it's good, it is.' He said. He wasn't angry, nor was he lecturing you, but his words still felt like a kick in the stomach to you. You diverted your eyes from him and looked down ashamed.

You looked so vulnerable to him like this. Like a puppy that needed praise.

He put his finger under your chin and lifted it up so you would face him.

Your heart stopped as you looked into his deep dark eyes. Your breath caught in your throat.

'Don't doubt yourself.' He said softly to you. The warm air of his words caressed your face.

Jackson didn't miss your reaction to his touch. Your lips parted slightly as you looked at him with big doe eyes.

He had never before treated an employee this way. Never gone this far, not even when he liked them. He had always been respectful, keeping his distance appropriately.

But there was just something about you. Something that seemed to pull out the worst in him. Maybe it was because he had been laid for a while or maybe it was because he felt like he had gotten bored with all the standard people in the industry and you felt like a breath of fresh air. He wasn't sure.

He clenched his jaw. He knew he had to stop now. He tore his eyes from yours and sat back down in his chair, his back to you. You were still nailed to the ground and he couldn't help but grin slightly.

You weren't sure how you had gotten through the day let alone how you survived it but when you came home it felt like a blessing.

You had barely sat down on your couch when your phone rang.

'Mei-mei' you whined as you picked up your phone and sagged down the couch.

'Y/n!!!,' Mei's voice came loudly from the phone. 'Tell me everything girl!'

'It's a disaster, you cried out, 'I'm gonna resign first thing tomorrow,'

'What? Are you insane? No, you're not. This is the opportunity of a lifetime!' Mei's voice lectured.

'But I already fucked up. I acted like crazy and every time I see him, I can't seem to do anything right! I freeze up or I just stare at him like an idiot,' you cried.

'You'll get used to it,' Mei said in a suck-it-up, kind of way.

'Honestly Mei, I don't think I will. Every time I walk into that office it's like I'm being hit over the head with a pan. I just can't function with him,' You spoke, hiding your face from no one.

'Ugh, Y/n, you're such a fucking drama queen. Honestly, how are you gonna tell your fifteen-year-old self you quit working for him after only a day?' Mei said.

'I'm not. My fifteen-year-old self doesn't exist, so there's nothing to explain. I'm an adult now,' you interjected.

'Apparently not, because she seems to come out whenever you see him,' Mei teased.

You growled on the phone.

'Honestly Y/n,' Mei began, in a more serious tone, 'I think you will regret it forever if you resign now. Isn't there any way you can continue?'

'I don't think so. It's just too much. It's my first real job out of college and with Jackson being there,' you sighed.

'But maybe if you practice?' Mei asked.

'Practice how? Just imagine him being here and talking to him?' you said jokingly.

'Yes... Yes, actually that might work!' Mei said suddenly enthusiastically.

'What? No, Mei, I was joking,' you protested quickly.

'No, Y/n, hear me out. What if you did practice? What if you imagined him being there at your home? Like when you're making thee or something? Just simple tasks around the house and you pretend he's there watching you work. You can just practice talking to him and getting used to him being around,' Mei said, her voice practically squealing.

'But he's not really there now, is he? Ugh, you don't understand. You haven't seen him. Even the posters I used to have of him in my dorm don't do him justice,' you groaned.

'That's it! You just hang your old posters around your house and pretend that it's him. Don't pretend you threw them away already, I know you still have them,' Mei said bossily when you tried to say something. 'Just hang them around the house and pretend it's him. I know you have an active imagination and I'm just sure it'll help!'

Mei's voice sounded so certain. But you just thought it was ridiculous.

'Mei,' you began with a sigh.

'No, Y/n, shut the fuck up and listen to me. If you don't do this, honest to god I will stop being your friend. I don't want to be best friends with someone who's such an idiot that she lets her dream job pass her by,' Mei said angrily. 'Honestly, Y/n, I think it'll work. Promise me you will try? Promise me you'll give it at least a month?' Mei pleaded.

You sighed. You knew you couldn't say no to her. After all, she was your best friend, and she had never let you down before.

'Fine,' you sighed, feeling defeated.

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 09

#jackson wang#jackson wang

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1068

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

Hell.

You had gone to hell.

The devil had found you and pulled you under.

There had been no peace for you that night. After his words, Jackson had simply left. Not saying another word to you.

If it hadn't been for the extreme exhaustion of throwing up, the few hours you had slept had been non-existent.

Not that they had done you any good.

You were at your wit's end.

Mei had already called you several times, probably to hear you out about last night, but you hadn't picked up her calls.

You had no way of expllaining to her what had happened.

Several times you had come out of your fetal position to start packing your stuff, convinced you had to change your name and move to the other end of the earth.

But as soon as you had seen Jackson's posters staring at you, seemingly smirking darker than before, you froze and crawled back into bed, hiding from the world.

There was no way you could put this right.

No way you could explain this.

Sure you could try and point out the old dates in that cursed diary, but then why did you have the posters in your brand new apartment and why had you kept the diary?

He wouldn't believe you. You wouldn't even believe it yourself.

After firing you he would probably sue you for stalking.

You were pathetic.

You were nothing, no one to him.

Just a crazy stalker weirdo who had infiltrated his company.

Sure, he had been nice to his employee, his personal assistant, in time of need.

But as soon as he had found out about your embarrassing secret he had mocked you. Made a fool out of you. He had tested you to see if what he had read was true. And you had proved it with your pathetic moans and whimpers.

You could never show your face in the city ever again.

Your phone rang.

Numbly you looked down at it, expecting to see Mia's name again, but instead, it showed Elisabeth.

This was it.

The call firing you.

Best to get it over with.

You picked up the phone and held it to your ear.

'Oh my god, Y/n, thank god you picked up. It's me, Elisabeth. Do you have a cocktail dress?' Elisabeth asked quickly.

Completely put off and feeling extremely confused you hummed as confirmation.

'Oh thank god. Wait, what does it look like?' she asked.

'Erm,' you began completely flabbergasted, 'it's black... satin... kind of like a wrap dress... knee high... one shoulder covered with-' you summed up slowly.

'Yep, that should be fine,' Elisabeth interrupted you.

'Elisabeth what-' you began, but she interrupted you once more.

'No time to explain. Get dressed asap. Put on makeup-nothing heavy tho,' she commanded.

'Wait, what? Why?' you asked, brain starting to work a little faster now.

'Ugh! Jia'er needs you for an event, I told you, no time to explain!' she said hastily. You had never heard her this fierce and stressed and you tried to protest.

'Y/n! Stop whining! Jia'er needs you! I don't care if you're sick, or dying or have corona, but you HAVE to go,' she insisted.

'I-,' you stammered.

'Okay, good. I'll tell him you're getting ready. Bye!' she said simply and she hung up.

Utterly bewildered you stared at your phone.

Another text came in.

"GET READY NOW GIRL!" from Elisabeth.

This was insane.

There was no way you could go to an event with him.

He probably had just forgotten to tell her that he wanted to fire you.

Or maybe...

Dread and fear seeped into your soul.

Maybe it was his way to humiliate you.

In your imagination, you could see how you were standing at the middle of a ballroom, people surrounding you, laughing at you, pointing at you. Everyone would know, you're the crazy obsessed lying whore...

No, you wouldn't go.

No way.

xxx

An hour later you were sitting in the luxurious taxi that had been sent for you.

The tight cocktail dress was uncomfortable and there was no way to sit in it properly. You had had it for years, having bought it for your graduation from high school. Since it had been so expensive, you hadn't had the heart to throw it out.

You already knew you would be spending the entire night, trying to pull down the skirt and praying you wouldn’t rip out of it.

But that wasn't even the biggest of your worries.

You glanced out of the window nervously. You had no idea where you were going, but the driver seemed to know the destination.

Up ahead you could see a gathering of people and some security guards.

That had to be it.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as the taxi stopped at the roped-off area.

'We're here madam,' the cabbie spoke.

Your hands shaking slightly, you got out of the car.

A lot of fancy-looking people were standing around. Some you recognized as idols, others were designers.

Surprisingly there were no photographers in sight.

'And who might you be, pretty lady?' A friendly-looking man asked you smiling. He was wearing what looked like an expensive tux and was holding his hand out for you. His face seemed familiar but you couldn't quite place it.

Before you could even answer a voice spoke up.

'She's mine, Xander,' Jackson's unmistakable low husky voice came out of nowhere.

Within a few strides, Jackson was standing next to you. For a second you looked up at his face. You could see the muscles in his jaw tensing up.

He was probably angry to see you here.

Jackson laid his arm around your waist and pulled you towards him.

'Ah, Jackson, I'm not surprised to see such a beauty at your side,' the man, apparently named Xander, spoke jovially.

'Thank you Xander,' Jackson said, sounding slightly forced, 'I will introduce the two of you next time, but right now we'll have to excuse ourselves for a moment,'

With his arm around you, Jackson guided you away from the man and towards the building.

'Stay close to me,' Jackson said quietly so no one would hear. You couldn't read his tone. 'Don't talk to others. Laugh and smile when needed. Don't say who you are. Don't drink alcohol,' he commanded.

You could feel his arm tense up around you for a moment.

He had to be furious.

For a second you felt for Elisabeth, who hadn't been aware of the situation between the two of you and had made the mistake of calling you. You just hoped Jackson would spare her.

But then you thought of yourself. And what might happen here. And if not, what might happen after the event?

Dread settled into your stomach like a boulder.

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 20

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x PersonalAssistant!F!Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1612

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] - [21] - [22] - [?] MASTERLIST

You had changed about twenty times before finding the right fit.

Since you had decided you wanted to tease him you had picked a cute white see-through lingerie set. Over it, you had decided to wear one of his white button-downs. You had picked the one with the thinnest fabric, so it would be slightly see-through. It was quite big on you, but not long enough to cover your thong-clad ass completely.

You had never done anything like this before for anyone, but you were too horny to care.

Tiptoeing you made your way over to his study. This time you didn't knock but opened the door instantly and as slowly as you could. Your heart was racing as you peaked around the corner.

Jackson was sitting with his back towards you again, curtains drawn shut once more. He was still holding the phone to his ear but he was sitting back more relaxed now.

'Right, yeah I don't think we'll have to scrap that idea since they want more items anyway,' he said with a nod.

He sounded calm and composed, which meant that the crisis that had been going on earlier was probably resolved.

Perfect.

Very quickly you opened the door further and shut it behind you. The click of the hinge made Jackson look around.

As soon as he spotted you his eyes became big and his mouth sagged open slightly.

You felt yourself blush but you ignored it. It was showtime.

With the most innocent look on your face, and your hands clasped together on your back, you tiptoed over to him.

Jackson slowly turned his chair towards you, his face still stunned and his eyes glued to you.

You stopped in front of him.

'What? Yeah, I'm still here,' Jackson said quickly on the phone. His voice sounded slightly hoarse and you grinned. You could see him swallow, clenching his jaw before wetting his lips, his eyes still not leaving your figure.

Now that you were in front of him like this, with that hungry look on his face, you were feeling a lot more confident.

You crawled onto his lap straddling him on his chair and wrapping your arms around his neck.

Jackson bit his lip, his phone still pressed to his ear while he looked up to you.

'I-I think we need to reassess that issue later,' he said, his voice lower than before. 'I think it's more important now that we f-focus-focus on getting the current line out there,'

The fact that he was stumbling over his words only encouraged you further.

You bent over to kiss his collarbone softly and slowly. His reaction was instant, as he threw his head back, closing his eyes and opening his mouth, letting out an inaudible sigh.

Smirking to yourself you continued kissing and licking his collarbone, slowly upwards towards his ear.

'Well, we already have thREE-ah!' Jackson coughed to cover up his moan when you licked from his jaw to his ear, 'Sorry, three pieces ready. As long as you've reviewed the design I sent you today, we can, we can start production on number four,' Jackson said absentmindedly.

You moved your face towards his and were now brushing your lips, open-mouthed over his, teasing him but not actually giving him the satisfaction of a kiss, just like he had done with you before.

Jackson opened his mouth for you, moving with you, his breathing heavy and his lidded eyes following yours.

'If you can... touch up the WhirlWind design just a little... change the... the lace to velvet...' Jackson muttered on the phone, now starting to sound incoherent.

To person on the other line reacted enthusiastically and you recognized the faint but familiar voice to be Jay B.

Good. It wasn't a client.

Which meant you could go on.

Very slowly you started to grind your hips into his lap.

Jackson instantly closed his eyes again.

It wasn't difficult to find his hard-on through the fabric of his tented pants. For a moment you looked down. His trousers were positively straining to hold him in.

You focused your gaze back on his face again and started grinding harder, faster, and more purposely.

Jackson bit his lip again.

'I-I don't care, just, just figure something out,' he said shortly, his eyes still closed and a slight frown on his forehead.

He was trying to concentrate but you wouldn't let him get away with it. You dipped into his neck again to kiss and lick him, grinding onto his rock-hard cock as fast as you could. You could feel your own slick seeping out of you, staining your panties that were already drenched. You knew it was seeping though, knew it was ruining his pants. But you didn't care.

You licked his jaw again, dragging your tongue up to underneath his ear.

That had been it.

'Fuck!,' Jackson groaned, finally giving in, 'dude, I'mma call you back,' he said quickly, pulling the phone from his ear, tapping the red button, and throwing it on his desk.

His eyes were black as night as he looked at you furiously and hungrily.

'You will pay for that,' he growled baring his teeth at you.

He grabbed your thighs harshly and lifted you up to set you down on his desk, the expression on his face could only be described as animalistic.

With one swift movement, he was holding both of your wrists in one large hand behind your own back. Standing between your legs that were dangling off the desk, he let his free hand move over your chest, up to your neck where he grabbed hold of you, squeezing slightly but not enough to choke you.

He kissed you roughly, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. You kissed him back just as eagerly, wanting to taste him more than anything.

'You're such a fucking slut,' he growled, 'Open!' he commanded. You immediately opened your mouth for him, sticking out your tongue and he spat on it. 'Swallow!' he told you and you obeyed again, drawing back in your tongue and closing your mouth, swallowing his saliva.

'Fuck,' he groaned, gripping your throat a little tighter. 'You're so fucking dirty, ey?' It wasn't really a question. He let go of your wrists and you quickly put your hands down behind your back to lean on your arms so you wouldn't fall over.

His free hand dipped in between your legs, his long index finger sliding over the gauze fabric panties that did a poor job of covering you up.

'Shit, you're soaking already baby,' he panted, feeling your wetness through the sheer fabric. 'So needy? Hmm? So needy for me?' he said while finding your clit and pinching it. You let out a mewl in response.

For a moment Jackson let go of your throat, leaving your neck feeling cold, also withdrawing his hand from between your legs

'Look at what you're wearing,' he said with clenched teeth. He suddenly grabbed the front of the shirt you had taken from his closet and ripped at it. The buttons went flying in every direction as it sprang open, revealing the cute white gauze lingerie set you were wearing. He groaned once more at the sight of it.

'What's this, hm?' he spoke, one of his hands sliding up slowly again to your neck and grabbing it tightly once more. 'Trying to play innocent?' he said, eyeing the cutesy lingerie. His lips brushed your jaw and you shivered beneath him. Everything he was doing, from the way he held you to what he was saying, was turning you on so much.

'I know you're nothing more than a cock slut,' Jackson whispered in your ear, the hot air sending chills over your spine. With his free hand, he undid his belt and button, revealing his boxers underneath. The black fabric was doing a very poor job of keeping him in, and even the waistband wasn't strong and high enough, his tip almost poking out from underneath.

'You want me?' he asked you, his hand still on your throat making it impossible to answer properly. Instead, you just mewled and tried to nod. You wanted nothing more than him. Wanted him everywhere. Wanted everything.

'Then get on your fucking knees,' he spoke, letting go of you. Immediately you jumped from the desk and got down on your knees in front of him. You opened your mouth obediently, sticking out your tongue and looking up at him, showing that you were ready.

'So obedient,' he murmured, as he stroked your face with his thumb. 'You're obsessed with me aren't you?' he asked, his eyes slightly glazed over with lust, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. His question caught you by surprise and for a moment you didn't know what to say. Apparently, the moment took too long, because Jackson grabbed your jaw harshly, and said, 'Answer me,'

'Yes,' you admitted truthfully but slightly embarrassed. Jackson smirked satisfied, letting go of your jaw and putting his thumb in your mouth. You instantly started to suck on it, letting your tongue caress it.

'You'd do anything for me, won't you?' he asked almost lovingly but still with an undertone of that animalistic drive. You hummed agreeing, all thoughts from your mind as you kept on sucking his thumb. Jackson smirked again cockily.

'I'm going to enjoy ruining you so much,' he growled, suddenly withdrawing his thumb from your mouth. He grabbed your cheeks between his index and thumb and squeezed, forcing open your jaw. With his free hand, he finally took out his cock from his underwear. You had always suspected it, but he was packing. Especially the girth of him was almost scary. Your heart started pounding wildly at the thought of taking him.

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