Delightful Encounter - 1 (start of NSFW)

*You are being warned, read this in secret. he he he*

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In return, he just smiled at me, a truly relieved smile as if happy that I was safe and in front of him. There was a hint of something else in his eyes that I couldn't decipher, as he tilted his head to a side, the bangs of golden hair merging with black, falling over his eyes, shading them as he stared.

Receiving no verbal response, I voiced, "Why are you here?" my tone lacked the usual bite, for I was in no condition to maintain my solidity, my skin felt warm and a strange heat interlaced itself with me. I tried maintaining my breath, but it was of no use, being in heat, as an omega, it was impossible for me to achieve sainthood at whim.

Michi seemed to know I wasn't right, since he maintained a certain aloofness.

His frame was a bit smaller than mine, but it cast a bigger, and more domineering stance. A reversal of power, clearly demonstrated.

"...what." I was wondering why he was here, but we both stared at each other as if such details didn't matter.

For a while nobody moved, but then, he slowly stepped in my direction, setting a measured pace I could only appreciate.

He smiled again, but his eyes turned serious with each step he took towards me. The hesitation in me doubling under his sudden approach.

"...Michi...?"

He hummed, "You sound so cute," a trace of indulgence flickered in his eyes, "such wide eyes full of surprise, it suits you."

It was a bit odd, how he talked as if nothing had happened and he knew me… but I was rather skittish in front of him. Even during my capture, I always held this believe that maybe… he would come to save me…? Which was just a wishful thinking on my part, but such hope… I did have it.

I gulped, forgetting my towel or the thought of fixing my robe, as he shortened the distance and stood in front of me. It was then that I realized I was taking him in with obvious curiosity. I felt somewhat awkward, embarrassed, so my eyes unconsciously flickered towards the window, watching the setting sun.

"You can look, makes me more confident in myself," Michi commented, rather sly, his tone of voice deep for someone who's pink haired version was like cotton candy. Did he have split personality? I absently wondered the possibilities.

"S-Shut up," I spluttered, trying to force my voice to sound sharp and also forget what he said.

He hummed at my stammer and taking in my tender state, he pushed me back on the bed; landing above me, caging me within his arms.

We both bounced on the mattress, as a result of his sudden move. Yet he acted as if what happened was fun.

When I tried to maintain some much needed distance, his warm eyes turned a shade lighter than caramel, close to an ivory of gold. Flashing me a warning. So I resisted the urge to push him away, finding it easier to stay put.

When he parted his red lips to say something, I looked away.

Though I wasn't angry per say… my response must have sent a negative reply, so Michi growled softly to catch my attention. The warning sound making my eyes widen.

I coughed, "What are you making a fuss about?"

He licked my neck in apology, making me flinch and my breath uneasy. I shyly turned to look at him, his lips rather, I bit my own lips in return, a nervous action I hoped he didn't notice, as I secretly wondered how tasty would they look.

His weight was supported on his knees as he hovered above me, not yet straddling me. He was waiting for something which I didn't know of, but better that way, I was still safe in my skin.

He evoked a sense of abandonment in me but also a disguised trepidation, it had been the case when I first saw him and also now. The urge to lose control playing a bigger part.

"Look at me JeonJa," he whispered, his voice lowering a tone or two as he continued to confine me, my legs half hanging and half inside the bed.

I let out a deep breath I was holding, taking another gulp of air as his finger traced my forehead, brushing my partially wet hair to the side. His touch sent a tingle through my spine, my already heated belly struggling to keep in the rise of temperature.

"Look at me," he ordered again, his voice taking a dangerous undertone this time.

"...why?" I asked him, I didn't even know him, for all anyone knew he was a deranged stalker, why would I listen to him. A stubborn streak in me wondered. And why was he here, why the sudden change, was he really the same person?

He moved his face closer to mine, tilting his head to the right, causing me to catch a whiff of his untreated scent, a citrus masculine musk with a hint of spice. He smelled really nice, the first time I could really smell him, and it was the exact definition of seduction.

His pale skin glowed tan as the sunlight started to show a hint of red. And I felt myself wondering why his scent was so similar to that of my dream man's.

"You smell so nice today JeonJa," he mumbled, sniffing my neck as his nose brushed against my skin. "Like herbs and aphrodisiac."

I shivered under his action, hearing my heartbeat as it increased its pace, and feeling my breath shortening with each second that passed by.

"D-Don't."

"Hm?" he questioned innocently, not bowing down to my request. And the minute I tried to reach his face, he snapped his hands to take hold of my wrists, forcing them above my head, clutching them tightly, securely.

For a person smaller in built, he appeared to have more strength than me, at least for now.

Just when I thought he would let me speak again, he took in the bolder approach and moved to lick my neck this time, directly above my pulse, tasting me without warning. "Hmm, you taste exotic," he whispered softly, his breath fanning over my throat delightfully, shooting a heat straight down my waist.

I gasped in surprise as he licked again, gliding his teeth across the targeted patch of skin, abusing it further, threatening to bite.

But unlike before I didn't panic, or get scared, instead I wanted him to keep abusing my neck, a strange want in me taking over my senses. I could no longer train my thoughts, wonder why he was here or who he was, I was melting fast, like ice under the sun's glare, with no escape.

"Like it?" he asked me softly, before starting to suck on my skin, the tenseness breaking through to spread a fire in me I wasn't aware of. It was more than just lust, far from what I could ever dream of, a sense of warmth lingered in my heart, very different from physical warmth. It made me a bit happy.

Tilting my head I gave him a better access, closing my eyes to take in the moment and the plethora of sensations he was evoking in me.

He purred at my full submission, delighted to have a better admittance, wasting no time in lapping my neck, directing the pressure mostly on my heated pulse.

His weight on my body, the heated scent of both of us mixing and those bright eyes watching me adoringly, I felt as if he was what I was missing in life, such affection really made me think differently.

I didn't think it was my heat which made me this delusional or evoked such emotions in me, it was something else.