Jackson Wang x Reader
Genre: Smut and Fluff
Warnings:Swearing and Sexual Content
A/N:I WAS IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA OMG. CEO WANG! DIDNT FIND ONE I LIKED SO I WROTE ONE. Took so long and so much energy though.
The moodboard was made by me. If you wish to use it, please give credit. All photos were found on google. Credit to the owners:)
It’s always the same old, same old. Piles of paperwork, boring meetings, and overtime. Overtime was never your favorite. Was it anyone’s? The office was quiet and the only sound was that of papers flipping on both your desk and about two others. It was supposed to be about time you got home with your wine and your pizza for the weekend but of course, people were depending on you. The only upside to this crappy night was the view. Your office had a clear view of CEO Jackson Wang’s office if he chose to keep his blinds open. When he didn’t it was your loss but when he did, you couldn’t be happier. You observed how intently he worked. His jaw clenching when he was deep in thought and letting go when he found a solution. He was often fidgeting with his sleek black pen when he wasn’t writing with it. His office seemed pretty spacious so he often stood up and would pace back and forth behind his desk, talking to himself it seems. It was a wonderful view indeed and you were grateful that although he had the same view of you, he never looked your way.
He was a handsome man, one that could make you melt under his gaze but that rarely happened. He’s rarely looked at you ever since you started working here. A few times in a meeting and that was it. He didn’t speak too often with people at the office but he made rounds and sometimes asked how we were doing before going back to work. But tonight seemed different. You prepared to go back to your work when you felt a presence burning a hole in your face. It wasn’t too intense, as if they wanted to be inconspicuous. You looked up to see no other than CEO Wang staring back. You sat there in disbelief as he stared. He fidgeted with the pen in his hand, twisting it around his long, nimble fingers. Before you could break eye contact, he did it instead. He lowered his head and then brought it back up further, allowing you to see his defined neck. He ran a hand through his hair and by his gestures, you assumed he had laughed as well. Your eyes were bugging out wondering what was happening when he locked eyes with you again. He got up but kept your gaze, making you feel smaller. When he got up and made his way to his blinds, you were feeling quite intimidated. He showed a small smirk and suddenly closed them.
You were confused. What just happened? Why was he staring? Was this a dream? You didn’t want to admit it to yourself but you had a small crush on Jackson, as did most women in the office. The only difference was, you didn’t throw yourself at him. You kept your meeting short and respectful instead of trying to flirt. You couldn’t really flirt anyway. It was never your thing. This ordeal made you wonder though, did he finally notice you? Oh, get over yourself. You knew he had work to do. He often spaced out, staring at random objects when he was deep in thought. You were probably one of those random objects this time. When he realized you were staring back, he probably didn’t want a pair of eyes in his office. It was common sense. But even if you were a random object, you were glad he finally acknowledged you. You finished your work and made your way out, thinking only about how he stared at you.
The weekend passed pretty quickly and you had to trudge your way back to the office one again. You thought it would be a normal day but it was chaos especially when it came to your female co-workers. You tried to ignore the others’ behavior and made your way to your desk. You were surprised to be greeted by a velvety red envelope on your desk along with a rose. The envelope held a letter that read:
A Night To Remember…
A Night To Forget All Else…
For This Night,
Come And Think Only Of Me.
The next few words showed a time, date, and an address unbeknown to you. You sat at your desk in disbelief for a few seconds. This was like a scene in a movie. You reviewed the invitation over and over again, mostly thinking about the date which was at the end of the week. As you were about to put down the note, your co-worker and friend, Ella, came to you in a hysteric mess.
“Hey, did you get an invitation too? What color is yours? Does it say anyth-”
You cut her off by shushing her, wanting to clear your mind without her additional questions.
“Yeah I got one too. I’m guessing everyone got one?”
“Yeah…no. Not that many people got one. A few guys and a few girls. Anyway, what does yours look like? Mine is black and I found it when I got back from getting coffee. It was on my laptop and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t there before. The ones I’ve seen are all black with a little W in the corner in gold and I’m so confused and yeah…”
She took a few moments to catch her breath, allowing you to think. This was a pretty mysterious party. Would anyone could come? Would anyone take credit for it? One thing was for sure. Some people would be mad they didn’t get invited. It was also strange how you seemed to be the only one with a red envelope.
“Hey, did you get something along with your invitation?” you questioned.
“No, why? Did you?”
“Yeah, I got a flower. I doubt it’s anything though. What does yours say?”
“It says, You are cordially invited to attend the banquet of the year. Hope to see you there, then an address, date, and time. But if you got a flower, dude, we have to talk about this. Someone might like you!”
You were in a complete state of confusion. Your invitation was different and you got a rose. It seems whoever was throwing this party was your secret admirer and you enjoying every second of it. You had only been in one relationship and that was in high school. You were starting to want some validation and your friends’ weren’t always enough. These kind gestures let you feel better. And appreciated.
Other than the buzz in the morning, things had mostly calmed down. You were working but your mind kept drifting back to the invitation and rose. You stared at it often, contemplating if you should go or not. It was all you could think about during your lunch break although you left it on your desk. As you walk back to your desk, with coffee in hand, you are surprised once again by a phone set on your laptop.
You motion to go pick up the phone and ask who’s it was when the screen lit up with a text message.
W 3:43pm: It’s yours, don’t worry
You were livid but mostly frightened. Who would play this kind of joke on you? This prank wasn’t funny and you were determined to get to the bottom of it. You looked around trying to see who was trying to mess with you.
W 3:44:Don’t be scared
W 3:44:I’m the one who invited you
W 3:45:It’s my party
Your anger was soon subsided but you were still scared. How did they know how you felt? How did they know what you wanted to ask? You had many questions so you thought about how to reply.
You 3:52:Who are you?
You 3:52:Why did you give me this phone?
You 3:53:Why are you throwing this party?
Your questions were many and your patience was running thin. You were still looking around, seeing if anyone would respond and someone did, but the response didn’t add up to yours. It was taking a while for whoever W was to respond so you put the phone down, getting back to work. You turned the phone off, and looked up to find closed blinds, per usual. You didn’t like it, but you dealt with it. You shouldn’t let this get to you and you shouldn’t go to this party.
When you got home, it was time for a hot bath. That’s where you always did your best thinking. The bath was soothing and calmed your nerves, though you were still deep in thought. What was with this guy? No one really threw parties at the office and when they did, it was cheap and simple. This seemed too intricate for any of your co-workers and WAY out of their price-range although it was well-paying. You had this condo, that said something about your income.
When you got out and sat in your bed, you thought back to the mysterious phone. You turned it back on, wondering if W had responded. The screen lit up and you were greeted by a text.
W 5:00:I can’t answer all of your questions but I can tell you your main question will be answered tomorrow.
W 5:01: Please come
W 5:02: You won’t be disappointed.
You laid on your bed, wondering what this meant. Your thoughts were scattered and you were still confused. You knew you wanted to tell Ella about it but that would have to wait for a while. Your thoughts let you drift off to sleep, still wondering about your mystery man.
The morning was quiet. There was no more buzz, just the normal sound of regular gossip. That was until he came out. You were spacing out, sitting at your desk when CEO Wang came out of his office which rarely happened. All thoughts of your mystery man were pushed to the back of your mind, focusing on your boss. He looked as good as ever. A fitting, navy blue suit with black, leather shoes. His hair was swept to the side. He was really young for a CEO and his bleach blond hair, accentuated that.
He made his way to the meeting room, making others follow behind quiet and confused including you. By the time you got to the meeting room with your notebook to write down what he may say, he was standing at the front of the room.
“Those who were not invited to the banquet are dismissed.” he said calmly.
Although many were confused, nearly half of the people vacated the room, wondering what this was about. You spotted Ella and made a beeline towards her, plopping in the seat next to her. She seemed relieved to have you by her side, giving you a relieved glance before returning her attention to the boss.
“Hello, as you know, there will be a party that will be thrown this weekend. I would like to inform you that this party will be thrown by me. I am W.”
As the room filled with gasps and little murmurs, you were at a peak of confusion. The CEO. W? You knew your eyes were growing ever so large every passing second. Your mind went into over drive with thought. You were only broken out of your trance when Ella grabbed your hand, squeezing. Her eyes were large too but hers were filled with excitement. You looked back at the man at the front of the room, in utter shock. He looked back at you, a smile threatening to emerge but he kept his composure. His eyes seemed playful, as if they were toying with you.
“This party was organized for a large group of clients but I feel like this group also deserves a break. You all seem to be the hardest workers that I have seen in this office. I would appreciate if you could attend this party. Please wear formal clothing. Don’t try to look rich, just look nice, be polite, and enjoy yourselves. You are dismissed.” he said before he walked to the back, making his way to the exit, giving you a small wink before exiting.
You were left with a blank. Everyone was gossiping while you were contemplating. The CEO?! The fucking CEO! You hadn’t ever thought it would happen! This wasn’t a television drama! The murmurs in the room wouldn’t stop. Some people were even yelling but who could blame them? The CEO who almost never talked to his employees, had invited this group to a party. He left you speechless until you felt Ella pulling you back to reality with her high pitched squealing.
“Dude, it was the CEO! Can you fucking believe that!? And I let you go last night but no, we have to talk about this. I’ll call you around 8. Stay awake, okay?”
You answered her with an absentminded nod and made your way back to the main floor. You sat down and looked at the invitation on your desk. You look up to find him standing there, grin on his face before the blinds close again. The rest of your afternoon filled with shock and confused thoughts.
8:12 had rolled around before Ella had called you.
“Okay, I remember you said you got flowers with your invitation. Let’s start there.”
You took a deep breath before replying, knowing this would be an interesting conversation.
“Not exactly. I got one rose plus my invitation was red instead of black like yours.”
“Either way, we both know that the CEO likes you! Oh my gosh! What are you wearing to the party? We have until Saturday.” she said the words so fast, you could barely process what she was saying before you stopped her.
“Okay, you need to slow down. I’m not sure if I’m gonna go yet.”
The line was quiet for a few seconds before you uttered a “Hello?”, wondering if Ella was still on the line.
“NOT GOING?! Y/N! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
You pulled back, wanting to recover from the attack your ears just suffered.
“Nothing’s wrong with me! Calm down!”
You tried to calm her down, not wanting to hear her rant but she wasn’t going to be shut down.
“There has to be something wrong with you! You’re turning down the CEO!”
“I don’t think he likes me! Okay? He’s probably playing around with me. For all we know, he’s getting a kick from my reactions.”
Before you had gotten on the phone, you were planning on telling her about the new, private phone but that idea went out the window. She was already mad about you indecision between going to the party or not. You didn’t another reason to be yelled at.
“I really doubt that! We’re going shopping for formal dresses on Thursday!”
With that, she hung up, giving you no chance to respond. She knew that now you would be forced to comply and you didn’t appreciate her tactics. She knew you too well. You put your phone on your nightstand to charge, and suddenly you heard a vibrating sound. Speak of the devil. Like he’s on a schedule, he texted you right at 8:30.
W 8:30:Did I surprise you?
You hesitated on how you should respond. Of course anyone would be surprised. You couldn’t process that the CEO did all of this, for you.
You 8:32:I think anyone would be surprised
You 8:32:The CEO? wow
W 8:33:There’s nothing really wow about it
W 8:34:But would this be wow enough to bring you to my party?
You were surprised. Why was he so intent on getting you to this party? It was kind of cute actually, how hard he was trying.
You 8:36:I’m not sure if i’m coming
You 8:36:But why do you want me there?
You waited for an answer, never receiving one. You were just greeted by another cipher of a message.
W 8:40:Just come
W 8:40:You won’t regret it
You 8:41:And how can you be so sure?
W 8:42:I can guarantee it;)
You couldn’t help but feel a certain way over that text. Although you knew he didn’t want to scare you away, his commanding text felt authoritative to you as well as infuriating. Now that you knew who this guy was, it was easier to target your anger at someone. You didn’t want to give in too early so you tried to play hard to get, knowing you’d been caught in his snare already.
You 8:52:We’ll see then
You set your phone down, thinking you had won for the night. Instead, you were greeted by another text, picking up your phone almost instantly.
W 8:53:I’ll see you there then
He already knew he had you. It showed in his text. Although you didn’t win, you went to bed happy. It’ll be a fun week.
The next day, you came to work once again, not expecting anything. You were hoping for nothing but obviously, others had other plans for you. Sitting on your desk was a jet black box. You opened the box up to find a dress. A beautiful red dress that had lace everywhere. You wanted to take it out of the box but that wasn’t an option. You were at work and you were surprised no one saw it when you took the top of the box off.
You turned your head to find CEO Wang grinning at his computer which made a smile appear on your face. You didn’t want to show how happy you were but it wasn’t often you got gifts. Even less that you got noticed by men. You sat down, and before you knew it, Ella was speeding over to you to ask “What’s in the box?”
You were thinking about how you could tell her without making her scream. You were glad she was excited for you but that was no reason to let the whole office know. Instead you explained to her that she couldn’t scream, squeal, or attract attention. She agreed and you opened the box allowing her to see the contents. You could hear a high squeal threatening to escape but she kept it in. Her eyes grew large and so did her smile.
“I think it’s official, don’t you?”
“What’s official?” you raise an eyebrow questioning her.
“That he freaking likes you. What the hell else?!” she screamed in a whisper.
You blow off the comment, making Ella go back to her desk with a shrug, but inside you think she’s right. At least you’re hoping she’s right. You sit down, looking in his direction once again. He’s trained on his work once again but after you glance at his a few times, he catches on. When you finally gave up on getting his attention, he seems to catch yours.
W 10:32:Guessing you liked it?
You 10:33:How did you know?
W 10:33:You’re still smiling
You automatically tried to hide your smile, fearing he could use your happiness against you. Although you tried, it kept creeping out. You couldn’t help it. For once you were happy. You couldn’t think of a way to retaliate when you knew he was right so you kept your head down, away from his line of sight.
W 10:40:I know your still there
W 10:41:Look at me
The texts surprised you. You weren’t expecting for him to exactly care for where you had gone. You expected him to get back to work and not bother with you until it was over. When you peeked your head over you little cubicle wall, you saw him staring back, a smile on his face and a tiny heart in his hand. If you hadn’t been around, you wouldn’t have found it. You reciprocated his act, and a smile stretching from ear to ear, came over his face. He went back to work, glancing at you every few minutes. You think the party would be fun to g to after all. And hey, no need for dress shopping anymore.
The week had dragged on, the only thing getting you through it were the small texts you and Jackson had been sending each other. Finally, Saturday rolled around and you were readying yourself. Ella had found a date with a guy she had been eyeing for a few weeks so she would go with him. You were getting ready at home and when you were done, you stood back and admired yourself.
The dress hugged your curves and the back was exposed. The front had a low v-lineThe lace was comfortable against your skin and you had done your makeup and hair. You were ready for the night of your life. You were about to make your way out with your coat, keys, and clutch in hand when you heard someone at the door. You weren’t expecting anyone. It was late enough that no one should have been coming around. You walk towards the door, curious of who was standing outside your apartment. When you opened it, you were greeted by no other than the man of the night himself, looking better than ever.
He was wearing a red suit that accentuated every feature. His coat matched your dress but his black t-shirt underneath let his stand different from you. His hair was done, swept over the side in a wavy manner. His color bones were on display, and you were enjoying the view. As you continued to take in the view, Jackson was doing some sightseeing himself. He took in all of how you looked and finally spoke up.
“Wow, you look…amazing. You’re beautiful.” he said with a chuckle.
You felt heat rushing to your cheeks, embarrassed at the compliment.
“So do you.” you say back.
For a few seconds, you stand there watching awkwardly, waiting for someone to say something. You chose to break the silence.
“So the man himself, came to get me?”
He chuckled to himself, thinking about your comment.
“I came because I thought you’d be thankful.”
“I am thankful.” you said with a small push on his shoulder.
“Oh really? Show me then.” he said back.
You froze. You didn’t know how to react so you stopped thinking and let your body move. You took a step forward and allowed your self to kiss him. His lips were soft and they comforted you. He kissed you innocently and slowly. They made you feel like you were in the right hands and soon you were. His arms snaked around your hips, pulling you closer. You got lost in the kiss for a few more seconds before it was time to break it. Out of breath but happy with yourself, you set your keys down, and put on your coat. Your heels clicked on the floor, breaking him from his trance.
“Let’s go Mr.CEO. Wouldn’t want to be late for your own party.”
Once you got to the party, people were surprised that you were, well, you. Or that you had come with your boss. The first half of the night was filled with common socializing. You found Ella and her date and were happy to talk to her about what has happened while the men had a conversation of their own. You were happy that you attended. The food was great, the people were nice, and you came with a great guy.
Eventually, the night was getting quieter and you were talking more to Jackson. They were normal conversations. Your birthday, career goals, and what made you happy. You were surprised he even wanted to listen. When the party started getting rowdy again however, you and he slipped away. You were led through a grand corridor. The walls and floors looked more expensive than anything you’ve seen in person.
When you arrived at room with double doors and gold trimming, you heart was beating a mile a minute. Jackson opened the door and ushered you in, closing and locking the door behind him. You felt out place in the extravagant room so you stood in the middle of the room, very awkwardly.
Jackson made his way to you, slipping off your coat with unsaid permission and wrapping his arms around your waist. The location of your coat had been lost while you were looking at the glint in his eye. The fireplace’s flames, dancing in them, letting you feel a spark. You put your arms around his neck, anticipating his next move.
“Was this your goal the entire time? To get me alone?” you ponder with a raised eyebrow.
He gave a deep chuckle in response, giving you your full answer when he leaned in. He left some space between the two of you, allowing you to fill it and when you did, it felt amazing. His lips were just as soft if not a bit more chapped but the kiss wasn’t innocent like before. He kissed you sensually, with a hunger that wasn’t there before. Before you knew it, a soft moan escaped your lips. One of his hands moved to your neck, pulling you in a bit more.
When he broke away, he trailed his eyes up and down, looking at you with dark eyes.
“You look fucking amazing in that dress.”
Your cheeks got even more flushed, not expecting the compliment. He walked you over to the bed in silence, looking at you every step of the way. When you had fell on the bed, he looked at you with pleading eyes, waiting to take off the dress. When you nodded, he went to work taking it off. It was off before you knew it and he was staring at you intently. You were glad you bought a brand new pair of black, lace panties for tonight but you were also embarrassed. His eyes, made you feel squeamish and nervous. He was a handsome man through and through. No one could deny that. But you weren’t sure about yourself and his staring made it feel worse. You tried to hide yourself with your hands but he wasn’t having it. He gently took your hands away.
“Don’t hide yourself. You’re so beautiful. And I’m lucky *kiss* to *kiss* have *kiss* you *kiss* here.”
His words warmed your heart and his kisses heated your body up even more.
“I don’t think you’re that lucky to be stuck with me.” you said with discontent. You were happy he viewed you this way but he smoothed any uncertainties over soon enough with his actions. His kisses slowly lowered and his breath fanned over your clothed core. You tried to squirm down, trying to make contact with his lips when he moved his lips to your inner thigh. Kissing soft but sensual kisses up and down your thighs. You whimpered, wanting him to make contact with the place that needed most attention when he looked up at your needy, disheveled face.
“You don’t give yourself enough credit.” he said with a smirk before slowly taking off your soiled panties. His lips soon attached to your swollen bud, sucking lightly from the get-go. His mouth lazily slid through your folds, giving you great pleasure.
A string of lengthy moans were spilling from you, music to his ears. Jackson circled your clit and sucked gently to give you just enough pressure. Soon enough, you were feeling that familiar fire in your stomach, wanting you to catch the high the high you were chasing.
“Jackson, Jackson, I’m so close.”
“Keep moaning my name and I’ll give it to you.”
Wanting to get your high, you moaned his name in long and lengthy syllables. He seemed to appreciate your compliance, speeding up and adding a finger. Or two. Eventually, you got the orgasm, you had been wanting. The pleasure flowed through you. You laid there, trying to catch your breath while Jackson stripped himself of everything he had on. You watched him as he undressed, impressed by his muscles. He had a beautiful body to add to his face and you were amazed at how attractive a guy could be.
He brought his body up to kiss your neck this time and you graciously made more room for him. His eagerness pleased you for some reason. His kisses soon turned sloppy but it was fine because you were already drench and ready to go another round. He lined himself up with your entrance and moaned at the feeling of his tip playing at your entrance. He slowly pushed himself inside, watching to see if you were uncomfortable with anything before he continued. He slowly thrust into you in the beginning at a pace you both seemed to find lacking. When you whimpered, urging him to go faster, he definitely complied. He lifted your knees a bit and started moving swiftly. At the rate he was pounding into you, you were definitely getting another orgasm tonight.
After a few more thrusts, his movements were getting sloppy and you knew he was close too. You gave no warning this time, focusing only on the waves of pleasure surging through you in raging waves. Jackson soon followed after with a string of curses falling from his lips. He collapsed on top of you, tired and out of breath. When he caught his breath, he rolled off and covered your bodies with the silky blankets at the end of the bed.
“That was great.” he said with a large smile, moving the covers up to your chin.
“Yeah…wow.” You kept thinking of the orgasm he gave you, hard-hitting and still amazing. When you tried to get up and put on your panties, he pulled you back in the covers asking “Where’re you going?” with furrowed brows.
“To get my underwear.” you playfully smack his chest.
“You don’t need them right now though, stay with me.” he said with a slight pout.
You didn’t want or need the underwear anyway. You rolled back into the covers, allowing him to trap you in his muscular arms.
“So, when’d this happen?” you finally question.
“What do you mean?”
“When’d you notice a nobody?” you said with a small chuckle.
With a furrowed brow, he answered, “Who’s a nobody?”
“You know I mean me.” you said with a slightly playful tone.
“All I see is hardworking *kiss* intelligent *kiss* beautiful *kiss* woman.” he said with a reassuring smile.
You were really hoping these kisses weren’t a habit. If they were, you would fall for them every time.
“You’re embarrassing me. I don’t even see me that way.” you say covering your flushed cheeks with the covers.
He pulled the covers down past your eyes and caressed you cheek saying, “If you don’t see yourself that way, I can help you. And I’d love to embarrass you more. Here, your place, the office, if you’d let me.”
“I think I already did.”