Once Upon A Dream | Jackson Wang x Reader

04 Midnight Fantasy

There, on his futon bed, you sit.

Your body is no longer clad in that lacy gothic black gown you wore before. Amongst pitch-black sheets, you perched on your knees. Your olive legs are exposed in short red pants while your upper half is clothed in a large black baggy hoodie.

You beamed at him. Your hands running over the bed, "This is so comfy."

"Hey, that's my hoodie," Jackson says.

His eyes devour you as you bite nervously at your bottom lip. Your tongue poking out to play with the piercing before you smiled softly up at Jackson.

"I know it is," You replied, watching him with wide eyes as the young man stormed across the room to the bed, towering over you again.

Jackson stares at you. The hazelnut-hair young man truly stares at you, not at all understanding your motive or behavior.

You were supposed to be a Seducer, and yet you haven't dragged Jackson onto the bed yet. You were too meek, too mild-mannered and surprisingly innocent for the type of Seducer he imagined you to be.

"You're really an odd creature," Jackson whispers softly.

His hand reaches out to lightly stroke the black locks out of your face. You smile and lean into Jackson's touch, your soft cheek filling his rough palm.

"I've never met a human like you," You admitted, almost purring as his hand gently slides down to your lips. His thumb strokes over your bottom lip delicately, playing with the flesh tenderly before you flick your tongue out and licks it.

You're smirking as Jackson's eyes flash with desire. He's licking and biting his lower lip, staring at you with his dilated pupils. And you're happy to know you still have some sort of effect on him, even though he may act cold to you.

"Thank you. You saved my ass back there," Jackson murmurs tenderly and your smile brightens.

"You're welcome. See? I really can be useful," You purred as Jackson is drawn in by your emerald eyes.

He finds himself questioning if it really would be so bad to become your lover.

You don't seem to want to dominate and control him, which is a damn good thing because this young Wizard will never be tamed. Not by the Wizard Council, not by his master, and definitely not by you, a demon, no matter how cute and sexy you might be.

"So... Were you serious when you said you'd do anything for me?" Jackson finally asks. His raspy voice sends small tremors through your whole body that you're never felt before. It made you shiver.

You just nod, your earrings jingling in the silent bedroom.

"Then remove this mark on my wrist," The young wizard demands, making you frown. You tsked and looked away from him.

Your lips curling into a cute pout that has Jackson second-guessing his demand as his heart skipped a beat. He thinks that you're the cutest thing he's ever seen.

"If I remove that mark, you and I would no longer be bound. I don't see how that can benefit either of us," You explained as Jackson perches on the edge of the bed beside you. He rolls his sleeves up, exposing his forearms and your demon brand on his wrist.

"This mark will get me arrested, Pretty. Or worse, it will get me killed. That's why it can't be there," Jackson seriously says. His usual gruff and teasing tone erased with hesitancy and concern.

The young wizard didn't think this through. He just wanted to summon a demon. He forgot that the Magic Council monitors magic marks on people's wrists.

They constantly check them even if it is against Jackson's rights of privacy. Those privileges don't exist in this Dongdaemun area and basically this whole city.

You can see the worry in his black onyx eyes and instantly bites your lip. And as you think, your tongue is toying with the piercing there.

Then slowly, you crawl across the bed. And Jackson watches you warily as you straddle his lap once again. His hands instinctively move to the curve of your waist as you feel your black heart pound loudly inside your ribs.

Hey, wait a minute. All of sudden, you've snapped in a conclusion. If you're not mistaken... This young man is the one you were waiting for.

Jackson is the only one that you need to free you from this vicious cycle... Only if you can convince him to keep you.

Now you remember him, you realized. This wasn't the first time you had met Jackson.

You know him. You once walked with him in a dream. You remember him. The look in his eyes was that familiar gleam. And you know that was true, it was real. It was not just some premonition or something.

You recognized his eyes and his smile. You two met in a bizarre dream. You know what he will do. Jackson will love you at once, like he once did in that once upon a dream.

This young man once saved you in that weird dream. And it's not just a daydream in the daylight, nor a midnight fantasy or a glitch in the matrix.

It was all real (even though you often fantasize in the middle of the night imagining your master, whoever he is who summons you, will finally give you true love, genuine affection, sincere compassion and freedom that you've been longing for and craving for so long). And somehow you were sure that he would definitely do it again for you, even if at the moment he didn't seem to recognize you or remember you for now.

Jackson will do it again for you, right? You don't really understand how all of these things work, but he would love you again, wouldn't he? And all your bad luck and misfortune will finally end.

"Lilith, let's get real here. Your mark can't be there, I-" Jackson's hoarse voice, which was both strong and gentle, brought your drifted thoughts back to his bedroom.

"I cannot erase this, Lover Boy," You softly say, your fingers tracing over the carved mark on Jackson's wrist.

The wizard can feel the mark tingling as each nerve in his body tuned into your delightful and delicate touch.

"I can't make it disappear. But I can move it if you'll let me," You added, your deep and sensual voice wisping around Jackson like smoke. It made his whole-body tremble and shiver.

"The Magic Council only checks a Wizard's arm. So, anywhere else would be better than there," Jackson counters, and you smirk; it was a light seductive smirk.

"Well then, do I have your permission to move my mark?" You ask quietly, your voice taking on that slightly breathless tone that has Jackson thinking of kissing you again, of pinning you down and losing himself in the black-haired demon whose emerald eyes only promise satisfaction.

"Indeed, you do, Demon. Just-, make it happen," He gruffly says. Evidently, he's trying to hide his desire with a brisk tone. Yet you just smile again.