Once Upon A Dream | Jackson Wang x Reader

08 Glimmer of Light

"You are a beautiful creature, Lilith. You have a brave heart and a beautiful soul. You are so worthy of love," Jackson whispered in a serious and convincing tone, making you speechless and your little black heart wanting to be shattered into a zillion pieces because of his reassurance. You don't know how to react and respond to that.

Jackson leans over your body. He's cupping and squeezing your sweet pussy over your shorts as he kisses you. He growls passionately into your kiss as you eagerly kiss him back. His moans and your whimpers are muffled by your lips and tongues.

And finally, the young wizard slides his hand inside your shorts. He is cupping and squeezing then rubbing your hot flesh passionately as you cried out, tossing your head back on the pillows.

"You're such a cutie..." Jackson smiles. His breath teasing your flushed skin, "What was your favorite place, Lilith? Where would you want to go?" He asks, his question distracting you momentarily from your pleasure.

"Uh... Tropical. S-somewhere tropical..." You whimper and Jackson grins. Needless to say that right in this moment, he was your glimmer of light, your glimpse of hope that makes your heart flutter.

His lips are curling on your neck as he kisses along it, leaving you breathless. His hand is still moving inside of your shorts, rubbing your swollen and throbbing clit leisurely. His thumb teases your swollen and throbbing pearl in a way that has you moaning getting louder.

Soon enough, Jackson cupped your pussy before running his fingers up and down your folds, "I've never been to the ocean," Jackson calmly observes, though his blood is boiling with desire. Your tempting body has his enormous cock swelling and twitching inside of his own boxers.

"Jackson, I'm-" You winced with your breathy voice as his two fingers slid into your entrance and stretched you. His fingers penetrated you deeper and deeper then harder and harder.

The way he's torturing you with his rough, calloused hand and his thick fingers is so, so good beyond comparison, it's even better than your wildest dreams.

"P-please, I'm going to cum..." You're whining, only causing him to smile. And to your damned soul, his sweet, angelic smile is like a glimmer of light in the darkness, like sunshine after the rain in one stormy day-

"Then please do, Darling. I'm not stopping you," Jackson rasps. His voice is so dark, husky and heavy with desire that you can't help but explode. Your breath hitched and your toes curled. You got shivers down your spine and your whole body's trembling. You swear the climax was so, so good beyond comparison. The waves lasted so long for a few minutes, it's better than any of your wildest dreams or anything before.

And your sweet nectar coating Jackson's fingers, it's dripping down to his rough palm. As his two thick fingers continue to deeply penetrate your walls, he keeps pressing your sweet spot. Your walls are so tight yet it is soaked with the streaming of your delicious juice.

Jackson keeps teasing, stretching and scissoring you until finally your peak of pleasure subsides. It's crystal clear he couldn't get enough of you.

Jackson slowly took out his two fingers which were covered in your sweet nectar out of your love tunnel. And then he sucked them while his eyes continued to look at you gently and intensely.

This handsome man sucked his two fingers and devoured your sweet nectar; the delicious, honey juice that coated his fingers wildly and erotically, moaning and mumbling, "Yummy. You tasted so good," He said, making your clit twitch at the sight.

You watched him as he sucked and slurped his fingers smeared by your sweet, honey juices clean. Jackson smiled at you as you sat up, shaky fingers reaching for his waist, yet he just stopped you, a sweet smile on his lips.

"You don't need to. Really. I'll be fine," Jackson says in response to your confused stare as he kisses your forehead tenderly.

"But, but I'm supposed to please you. That's kind of the main reason I'm here. A-and you're hard," You retorted but Jackson just sighs.

"I don't want to be like those men that used you for their perverse pleasures," He explains and you huffed.

You're shoving him back before crawling on top of him. He rests his hands on your slim waist, a look of amusement on his face as you straddle him.

"Listen to me. I know you are not like those men. If you were, you would've fucked me the second I was summoned. But no. Instead, you questioned me and my past. You cared. And now you're trying to be considerate. But fuck that. I'm supposed to please you, and I want to. So please..." Your sharp tone falters by the end of your speech. Mainly because Jackson's sharp dark eyes burn into you the whole time you are speaking, making you all soft as you lose your confidence.

"My body does not mean my love," Jackson simply counters. His hands run gently up and down your sides.

"I know that. Trust me, I know. But that doesn't mean I don't want to feel more of what you can give me... Please, I want to please you. Let me please you," You murmured, making Jackson's lips curling into a smirk.

"Is that so?" He lightly teases you before swiftly flipping both of you, so you're pressed firmly into the mattress with his chest against your back.

"I hope you're ready for this, Sweetheart," He continued, "Because I don't plan on letting you go until you are thoroughly satisfied."

Jackson's hands slide your red shorts off your body. And you lifted your hips, helping him get them off. The wizard shoves his boxers down impatiently as you look back at him. You're biting your lip at the sight of him hovering naked over you.

He sees desire in your eyes, yet there is also something more. Something softer and sweeter than anything he has seen in this chaotic and pathetic world. Jackson stares down at you. His eyes glide over your gorgeous body before he's tempted to do more than look.

His hands wander over your body, from soft shoulders down the smooth planes of your back to your thin and curvy waist. Jackson's rough hands keep moving south, groping your ass in a way that has your breath hitching in your throat.

He's not digging his fingers in or slapping you around as others did. No. Instead, those rough hands caress you as if you are a treasure that shouldn't be broken. His fingertips moving from your butt and up your back where he plants a soft kiss on your shoulder.

"You don't have to be gentle. You don't have to worry or fret. Just love me, Jackson. Please make love to me," You lightly moan when his hands softly glide over your waist, yet he just lets out a deep chuckle.