Once Upon A Dream | Jackson Wang x Reader

10 Glimpse of Hope

It doesn't take long for you to cum. Your body is shaking beneath Jackson's thrusts and you try to hide your face from his intense gaze. Yet the wizard won't allow it.

He untangles his hands so he can lift himself off you, taking the chance to grab and flip you, so you are now on your back with him between your legs. You look at Jackson with wide eyes as he lifts your legs to rest on his shoulder as he thrusts vigorously into your soaking, wet pussy and stretches you wide open without warning with his big, fat and long dick, causing a sharp moan to escape your lush lips.

Jackson leans down, kissing you senseless as his hands caress over your breasts and your perky buds, to your soft torso. His fingers tracing your tattoos and all of your sweet curves. Your bodies move together in an intimate dance of thrusts, caresses, incoherent moans, and pleas.

And after he fucked you senseless in animalistic pace for forever, Jackson manages to bring you to orgasm again before finally climaxing as well. He's burying his fat cock deep inside your womb, spurting his loaded white and thick seeds endlessly as he's finishing inside with a satisfied grunt.

He's filling you with his hot thick and loaded cum as you whimper. The feeling is so euphoric and ecstatic to you.

Jackson collapses next to you. And for a moment you fear what will happen. Will the wizard tell you to get out of bed? Will he demand more sex? Or will he force you to leave? You worry all wither away when he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls your naked body against his bare body.

"What- W-what are you doing?" You quietly ask, facing Jackson with hands on his sturdy and broad chest that glistening by sweat. Your face blushing when you stare at his attractive face.

"Cuddling. It's a thing some people do," Jackson says, running his hand lightly over your back, "You feel good in my arms," He sighed in relief.

You didn't say anything. You are afraid Jackson might hear your voice crack with all the emotions you're trying to keep at bay. Instead, you kiss his bare chest, right by your demon mark. You feel Jackson's heart racing beneath your lips and hands, which has you sighing with relief and happiness.

"Thank you," You whisper when you feel you can control your tone, "For everything..." You added before the wizard kissed the top of your head.

"Of course, Love. Now let's get some rest," Jackson smiles into your black locks as he kisses it, "Dream of me," He mumbled.

His own eyes drooped with exhaustion. The young man then slowly falls into a comfortable sleep with a peaceful smile on his face, as his dreams revolve around a black-haired cutie demon with emerald eyes.

***

"Jackson!? Jackson, wake up and get your ass down here!" A voice shouts from downstairs and the young wizard stirs awake.

The sun streaked through his soot-covered window as he rubbed his eyes. A deep satisfying comfort rests in him before he looks to his left and frowns.

You aren't there. Where are you?

Jackson tries to justify the missing demon. Maybe you heard Mark come home last night and went into hiding as you did with the Magic Council member, right? Yeah, of course it is.

He sits up and yawns. He's rubbing a hand through his hair as he goes and finds a pair of sweatpants to yank on.

"Jackson-"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Jackson shouts. The young wizard is grunting as he's grabbing a random black t-shirt and pulling it on as well.

He runs a hand over his face as he groggily walks out of his room and down the stairs to where Mark stands by his workspace, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? How about you cast a summoning last night and ruined my grimoire," Mark scoffs. His words woke Jackson up finally.

He looks at the black book in Mark's hand, noticing that there's no sigil place for The Seducer. Instead, now it's just an empty space next to the sigil for The Servant.

"Explain!" Mark grunts.

"I-, I did some summoning last night, alright. But I didn't do shit to your book. I've no idea why it's like that," Jackson honestly admits. His hand running over his arms.

Mark sighs. He's setting the black book down on the table before resting a hand on Jackson's shoulder.

"Look, Man. I know life is hard, and you're probably lonely-"

"I really don't know, Man, I-"

"Listen up, Jackson," Mark interjects firmly, "Demons are fucking dangerous and harmful. If you're not careful, one can walk away with more than just a little blood for fuck's sake-"

"I know that, that's why I'm training with you. I just-"

"You're not ready for summoning and controlling a demon, Jackson. Especially not one like The Seducers. They're mistresses of all evil. They're sleek and slyth and they are freaking dangerous!" Mark scolds.

Jackson blocks out the last part of his lecture though. He can only think about you.

Sleek and slyth, really? Are you really that dangerous? The demon beneath him last night looked anything but dangerous or sleek and slyth. But maybe that's the whole point.

After that, Jackson takes Mark's scolding and punishment without saying a word. His mind is too far away to care about what his master may say or do.

Mark forces Jackson to work with him for the rest of the day. The days went by so slowly it was like thousands of years for him. Then finally, after a long, long time, night falls.

Jackson races up to his room, wanting to check on a hunch that he has. The sigil missing from the book makes him wonder about the one on his chest. So the young wizard gets into his room and rips off his shirt.

The young man's standing right in front of the mirror when a pit of dread sinks into his stomach. His chest is bare. No sigil burned into his skin. No demon mark or even a faint trace of it.

There is nothing.

Jackson clenches his fist. He's slamming it into the wall as anger swiftly eats away at him.

Where the hell did you go? Were you satisfied with just one night? Was Jackson just like everyone else? Because he doesn't want to let go. He doesn't want to let you go.

He isn't satisfied with "just once". He wants more. Jackson wants you more. He wants you in his arms. He wants to wake up to the demon girl every day and not feel like he has to sneak around to do so, if that's possible.

He was just hoping that although it was highly improbable, it was entirely possible. He was just hoping for a miracle and who knows, with a little magic, maybe he would manage to get the best, in the end.