Dreamy Michi (Slight NSFW)

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JeonJa

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I stand along the shore, watching the waves submerge the coast, splashing across the pale sand.

I don't know where I am, what I am doing.

A desolation consumes me, telling me I am all alone... lost.

I watch the moon as it shines bright, still crescent, not full, but still beautiful.

A soft breeze blows by, making me shiver slightly, as I continue to watch the waves in silence.

I stand still, not moving, as two pale arms slither around me, holding me tight.

Who...?

A strange warmth engulfs me as I feel the arms caress my skin.

Whoever it is, is so warm, pleasant, almost unbearable.

But the caress soon turns playful, as it tingles along my waist. Pinching me on occasion, reminding me I am not alone.

And I notice something peculiar.

...I am naked, and so is the heat, the heat that shoots through me as the body behind me stands closer, pressed to my back.

A masculine scent swarms me, complementing the touch of those fingers, which are now dragging along my chest.

I shiver and watch as it moves around, gliding along, dipping closer to my manhood without hesitation and my breath hitches.

I close my eyes, absorbing the heat... I feel no offense, as I let the fingers press, feeling my skin. And just when I thought it would move back, it pushes further south, and starts to stroke me, again without hesitation, as if it owns me.

I am aroused, I can see it, feel it. And those damned hands make it difficult to concentrate. I try to push the presence away, but I hear a chuckle, as the certain someone bites my neck from behind, licking me sensually, lapping at my skin as if hungry for me.

A desire I never felt before makes my heart beat faster and I hear him groan as if he feels it too.

I moan, as the strokes become faster, rougher, harder.

And I hear a groan in return, licking my ears as the presence behind me starts to hump.

I know he is a man, the scent so strong, my mind gets hazy, dizzy. All I can feel is him and all I can smell is him.

My legs starts to buckle and with another long stroke, I finally fall down on my knees, panting hard.

"S-Stop," I say, but my body has other desires, since my hips move along his as he humps into me, keeping up with his artful rhythm.

I hear him chuckle sensually, mocking me, as his lips assault my neck again, biting this time... hard. As if to punish me.

I moan louder, the pain turning me on even more. I am so lost in him; I don't even question my lewd behavior.

I can't get enough of him; I can't think with him around.

He presses down on me, and makes me bow to the waves, his palms slapping my d*ck and hips pumping fast.

I try to reach him, shaking slightly with the overwhelming sensation flowing in me, I want to touch him, swallow him whole for he is my own.

I want to see his eyes, see his face, but... why can't I touch him. His eyes, his hair, I can't... I can't see him. Why?

He sighs as he moves along me, over me, straddling me from above, dominating me. And man, he is hard for me...

Teasing my skin playfully, biting my neck again and again, he rubs me down, engulfing me in a strange heat. He is teasing me, yet I can't refuse him.

He reminds me of addiction and I am already addicted to his scent, his touch, his pale skin and his pleasuring fingers.

Who is he?

He smells so unique, masculine and rich. His strength seeps through me as he makes me forget myself, I feel so damn good, wanting him to dominate me in every way possible. Take me in ways that would make even a wh*re embarrassed.

I want him to touch me deeper, treat me rougher... this isn't enough. Not enough.

"P-Please," I moan loudly, trying to beg him for all my worth, yet... he just chuckles, that handsome deep chuckle of his.

I wait as the haze returns and all I could feel now is his breath, licking my ear, making me gasp.

He is whispering something to me, but I can't tell what. I can see his lips move, but I can't understand him.

"P-Please," is all I whimper out loud and it's the last thing I hear myself say.

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I woke up instantly, gasping for breath. And the first thing I saw was the embroidered white ceiling of my room, decorated with golden stucco work.

By the amount of light falling through the open window, I knew it was morning already and all I saw was just a dream. But I couldn't justify the feelings it invoked in me, making me lose myself so completely.

Throwing my sweaty blankets away, I shakily sat up on my bed, feeling the cold air hit against my nerves, cooling me down from the high I had reached.

I touched my neck hesitantly and took in a gasp as my sensitive skin tingled delightfully.

And it felt good, too good, to feel the warmth and sensation as I dragged my fingers along my skin.

I looked around frantically to search for him, the one who owned the spicy scent, the one who touched me so sensually, intimately.

His pale skin had reflected a soft heavenly glow... even if we stood in complete darkness, he still shone bright... just like the moonlight.

The dream was so strange, weirding me out.

My temperature for sure was still warm, but I doubted it was due to any ailment. The warmth was another; the subject was another.

I checked the time to divert my attention and had to double take, was I asleep for that long? It was 11 in the morning. Almost noon.

Shit, what was that dream?

I looked for the mirror in front of the bed, and could see myself clearly.

My hair sticking out in every direction and my chest heaving with heavy breathing. My lips were parted and my skin a damp cream.

The color on my cheeks alerted me of all the blood flowing through my veins, how my heart still pumped frantically, like a rabbit's. Fast and quick. As if waiting for something to happen.

I shook my head to clear the daze I was still locked into. It was humiliating how wanton I had sounded in my own dreams. It was pathetic, how I begged him to f*ck me, a nonexistent imaginary d*ckhead I didn't even see.

But his scent though, felt so familiar, exotic even. Intoxicating.

A knock on the door finally snapped me out of my haze, making me wonder if my heat was nearing, maybe that was the reason for such arousin-

The knock resounded again, it was harder this time as it made the door shake slightly, despite being hinge tight.

"Who is it?" I shouted groggily, my voice still thick with lus- sleep.

"Wake up you moron," it was Jackson no doubt. "It is mid-day and you are still in bed!"

It wasn't yet mid-day, but I didn't argue back. "I will be out, where can I eat breakfast," I asked loud enough for him to hear.

Absently I wondered why he never send his minions or staff for me, instead he always came himself.

"Breakfast ended an hour back, so bring your lazy ass to my study, you know the way."

Then he was gone, the assh*le.

As if to remind me how unlucky I was, my stomach growled in warning. And I groaned, shifting slightly to ignore it... and also my raging dick I just noticed.

"Shut up," I scolded, to God knows which part of me. Both were hungry and making themselves known. Shit.

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I arrived downstairs not long after, dressed to suit my mood, which was almost down the drain. A scowl was ever present on my face, warning away almost anyone who crossed my path. Basically no maid or staff bothered with me and when I snuck into the kitchen to steal some bread, I wasn't surprised to see the cooks cower around in a group avoiding my eye contact.

Well, that was good.

After finishing with the filling loaf, I headed for the study, and on the way picked off the crumbs from my grey colored sweatshirt and black lose pants, trying to make myself look somewhat presentable. If some higher up came to visit now, they would be very happy to downgrade me just for my casual clothing choice.

Besides, I was surprised to find such a dress in my wardrobe, when all it was filled with was different sizes of a variety of beautiful clothes. No sign of casual, just formal stuff.

Anyway, I reached the study soon enough and wasn't surprised to find Jackson howling at someone in front of his desk.

So, I popped in silently and watched the group, it's seven members all enclosed under one roof. Where three were beaten by me, one was manipulated, another I made a deal with and the rest two were still uncharted territory.

As far as their name goes, I tried to recall.

Bumbum, DJ, Red Blazer, hat guy, yellow hair, pink coat, asshole.

Okay, let me rewind, I was kidding.

Babam, JAY, Mak, Jae, Yuga, Jinyo and Jackson

They were all here, collected around the one desk Min had refused to keep his foot on. The desk Jackson apparently worked on...

I felt so vexed.

"What are you all talking about," I asked, rudely interrupting them.

They all turned to look at me, and each had a different expression on their face.

"You are finally here," Jackson said, sitting back down on his arm chair, looking apprehensive about something.

"Yes he is here," remarked the grey haired guy, Babam. He wasn't happy to see me, still holding his arm as if in pain.

"Shouldn't be forgiven so easily for what he did," said JAY, he resembled a prickly cactus to me, still peeved at my little stunt I pulled.

"I see no reason in discussing whether he should be forgiven or not," Mak commented, wearing the same red blazer but a different undershirt. His forehead was bandaged and so was his torso for I clawed him the most right there.

I felt so smug, seeing that even with the superior healing ability of our race, my three victims were still recovering.

"He will be joining us in our trip," Mak stated, "I suggest we stop holding a grudge against him. We are equally responsible for losing to him in the first place."

I was shocked to see Mak take my side on this, and everyone listened to him, even Babam, as he huffed like a kid, "Fine, we will make friends with him, but if he insults me one more time, I am bailing out of this saint plan."

"I am not promising anything, you insulted me first anyway." I remembered his lustful gaze, that wanting and desire as he saw me. He even tried to make me subdue to him.

"Duh, someone like an omega dese-"

"Babam," Jackson warned, stopping his brother from saying anything further. "We are a pack now, we work together, and nobody insults their own pack members."

"Extended pack member." I put in, even if Jackson ignored me. His eyes were all for his brothers, trying to make them listen.

"When are we leaving brother." Yuga interrupted for the better, flicking his yellow hair as if bored.

"We will leave in an hour, get ready for the journey. It will take about two days to reach there by wagon, and four days by foot."

"I hope it's by wagon, the neighborhood is troublesome."

"Wagon it is," Jackson clarified to Yuga.

"Isn't that too soon, I thought we were given time," Jinyo asked, still standing in the corner of the room, his laid back attitude visible.

"The fest will start in a month; we don't have much time left."

"We are participating?" JAY quickly questioned with wide eyes, massaging his temple with sudden stress.

"No, but this guy will," Yuga said, pointing at me.

"...what am I missing here?" he asked while looking at the gathered members, still confused.

"JAY," Jackson spoke, "he is participating in the fest, but brother Maunir decided to train him for better chances of survival against the competitors. Thus, we are now going to make him a visit."

"...oh? But isn't he strong enough?" JAY wasn't getting it, and he clearly oversaw his own complement towards me.

I noticed Jackson frown, "JeonJa is strong, but the competitors gather there from all around the world, the challenge will be difficult to get through. We don't know what level the rest could have, I myself have seen the fest many times before, but the power level varies each time. Many are weak, while some are God like."

Then he turned to me, "Get ready JeonJa, you are soon going to wish you didn't agree with brother Maunir's decision, he isn't sweat stuff, despite his name. And I will wait to see your miserable self then, since that would be a payback for your impudence against me till now."

"We'll see."

Before leaving though, I glimpsed at Jae who was the only member who had yet to put in his two cents, he appeared to be in deep thought, about something or the other. What was his deal?

And in midst of my thinking, my eyes met Yuga's and it bothered me greatly when he smiled at me creepily... something wasn't right with him, I just knew it. But as soon as he smiled, he returned back to being serious, and it was even more abnormal.

"I will get ready," I excused myself, not bothering with any other formality. Let's see where this goes.

Dragging myself though the halls, I mistakenly reached a courtyard, surrounded with green oak trees and a bunch of herbal plants growing around an old water well.

I was just about to turn back around when a pink shade caught my eyes. So without even realizing when I moved, I rushed towards the source and wasn't surprised to see the same boy lounging around beneath a huge tree, which shaded him prettily.

The same boy with those innocent brown eyes of his.

He was wearing a warm blue 'fur' jacket this time and a striped shirt underneath, with black slacks covering his legs.

What made me amused was his bare foot, his toenails feeling the bristly green grass growing beneath him. As if he wanted to connect with the nature encircling his presence.

He was looking at me, watching me as I came to stand in front of him.

Only a few meters separated us, and something in me was afraid to go any closer.

Unlike the day before, his pleasant aura didn't radiate playfulness, it was far from that, his gaze was too intense.

And unbridled, the erotic dream I had seen this morning, came rushing back to me in waves, flashing before my eyes, reminding me of my addiction... to that dream man, to his scent.

"W-Who are you?" I asked him hesitantly, vaguely noticing the change in my demeanor. The slightly timid attitude I haven't had in years.

"Michi." He answered me back in his soft voice, and none I knew had this cord. He sounded so... distinctive.

I wanted to hear him more.

"I am JeonJa."

"I have heard."

"You have?"

"Yes," he said, a small smile making its way on his face. Beautiful.

I stared at him for a while, and he did the same. Time passed, but none of us had any problem with being there, we were very comfortable with each other. Surprisingly.

I wanted to break the silence, but I couldn't think of anything plausible.

Then he decided to lean back against the tree, yet his eyes never left mine, and his hands hugged himself, reminding me of something I wanted to forget.

I didn't know when, but my eyes left his stare and moved down to watch his puffy lips, those damned kissable lips of his.

They looked so delicious, and I licked my own lips absently, wanting to bite him.

I thought he didn't notice my waver, but alas I was wrong, he did and his reaction to mine gave me a leap, as his eyes darkened with amusement, unnerving me.

Until, he looked away with another soft smile.

Huh?

"Don't you have somewhere to go?" He asked me with a small giggle, his intensity decreasing, breaking my focus from his lips. He was back to being playful and I liked it the same.

"Uh, yes."

I quickly stepped around and looked away towards the same corridor I came through.

"I can-" I started for him, but turning back, I didn't see him anywhere. Like he had vanished into thin air.

Please don't tell me I was hallucinating now.

But even with my senses running at full throttle, I couldn't find him anywhere. And yet his presence was all around me. Not his scent, I couldn't smell that, but his aura, the knowledge that he was here.

Interesting.

The feeling in the pit of my stomach intensified and I found myself smiling... I couldn't stop it, the sudden rush of emotions.

"I hope we meet again... Michi." I murmured to no one in particular, before leaving the courtyard. Trying to hide my smile... I was happy for the first time in years. And for no big reason at all.