#jihoon ; posts

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Perky, little brown cat ears stuck up in the air as the hybrid poked her head over the edge of the mattress, peering at her sleeping master curiously. Her tail was swaying behind her lazily, and her brown eyes were locked onto his slumbering face. A small mewl came past her lips as she reached and arm up and poked at her masters’ shoulder tentatively. When that didn’t rouse him, she took the initiative of crawling up onto the bed, curling up beside him and pushing at his arm with her nose.

”Master~” She cooed softly, unsure if he’ll be upset at having her wake him up. But the last time Jihoon looked at the clock, it read nine and that wasn’t too early to wake him up, was it? She was just so bored! “Wake up, Master.” She stretched her neck to nuzzle at his face, her rough tongue darting out and licking at his jaw quickly. Her tail curled around her body to wrap around his arm and she scooted closer, wanting to snuggle into his warmth and lay with him should he decide to not wake up just yet.

”Master, I’m so bored.” Jihoonie pouted, blinking at his sleepy form and laying her head on his pillow in front of him, hoping he would wake up and lavish her with kisses and snuggles. He was the best kisser and the best snuggler, and sometimes they did it without clothes on and that felt so good even if it made her feel all weird on the inside.

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The locker room was damp, a side effect from the showers being used constantly throughout the P.E. classes of the day; not to mention all the sports practices and make-up classes after the school day was over. Like her, for example--having to stay late on a Friday for a make-up mile run when she decided to skip out on P.E. earlier that week. When her brother found out, she was lucky enough to have him go easy on her and just force her to make it up--at least her teacher was Tae, he wouldn't scold her too bad.

But it was still embarrassing, showing up at the track after the day ended and it was just her and him out there--Taeyang standing there with the timer in his hand to make sure she made it within the required fifteen minutes. And Jihoon there--running the four laps on the quarter-mile track in her shorts and tank-top. Luckily she'd made it in almost nine minutes, thank God for all the cardio she'd done for skateboarding.

But now she was sore, her bangs clinging to her forehead due to the sweat she'd just worked up as she puts in her locker combination to change. She really needed to get out of these clothes and get home, and she did not want to take a shower on school grounds. She'd rather go home and take a long bath before heading to the skatepark to meet up with Baekho and Zelo.

Jerking the locker open, she removed her bag first and sat it on the bench behind her. She kicked off her sneakers and socks before shoving them into the locker and snagging her uniform back out. She sat the skirt, top, tie, socks, and shoes out in an orderly manner before turning back to the task at hand, sliding her shorts off of her body and tossing them inside the locker.

She stretched a moment, letting her arms reach up above her head and feeling her spine pop in multiple places--a feeling so good that it had a moan bubbling past her lips as her arms dropped back to her side to grip the hem of the tanktop. It was halfway off--revealing a wine colored bra that matched her panties when she heard the girls' locker room door open. Jihoon's interest was caught and the brunette turned to the doorway, her eyes widening when she saw the figure that was frozen into place.

Taeyang stood there--Youngbae; her oppa and teacher and childhood crush--and, oh shit, she was wearing nothing but her underclothes. This was embarrassing, so embarrassing; but he hadn't looked away yet. Maybe now she could--her fingers tightened on the hem and she stared at him, biting her lip a moment as she tugged the tanktop the rest of the way off and sat it inside the locker, the loud sound of metal on metal as she closed the door. Her brown eyes were still on Taeyang and she leaned back against the cold metal, her cheeks tinted a pink color. "This is the girls' locker room, oppa." She didn't use the traditional teacher formality with him, not with Youngbae.

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It was too cold in Baekho's house--that was the first thing Jihoon noticed when big, strong hands cupped the back of her thighs. God, they were so hot even though the fabric of her red circle skirt. She could feel the heat burning her and a small moan bubbled past her lips, muffled by Baekho's own. This was... nice.

The two of them hadn't made it this far before--sure, they'd made out before pretty heavily, but this was different. This time, she could feel his calloused hands against her bare thigh, sliding underneath her skirt and groping her through her undies. His hands were large enough that each ass cheek fit into one palm, and she groaned again, shifting her weight down at the sensation.

And that's when she felt it--the outline of his erection pressing against his jeans, and it hit against her inner thigh. A small smile came to her lips and she ground against it again, parting her lips to let Baekho's tongue into her mouth. Her hands were around his shoulders, one hand entangled into his blonde-pink hair. The other one was draped across his broad shoulder for some leverage for what was to come, she was pretty sure that things were going to escalate a bit further and she didn't know how she would respond--it was her first time after all.

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This was a year of firsts for Pyo Jihoon--her first year of high-school would be starting shortly, it was the first time her family went on vacation together, the first time she'd left the country, the first time she'd been in an airplane, the first time she went more than a weekend not seeing her best friend Junhong, and the first time since she could remember ever wearing a dress. Belize was beautiful--the sun was always shining and the beach was fantastic and she was able to do so much.

But she had found out early into the two and a half month vacation that the usual pants and shorts she wore just weren't cutting it--it was too hot. It was her mother who had talked her into wearing a skirt, just a simple white one that she wore over her swimsuit. It was... surprisingly nice. And from there she started to branch out into other colors, lengths, styles and even dresses.

She found that she quite liked it--the way the breeze could hit her legs and the way her body looked when she examined herself. She had nice legs, long and slender although a bit thick at the thigh due to her muscles being stronger there from skateboarding and track. Now that she was coming into her own, she started to worry about what she looked like and if the boys would like her appearance--which was a strange thought to her. Jihoon never really cared about any boy other than Junhong, and she knew that he would always love her because they were best friends and would always be so--he promised her when they were in the fourth grade.

That didn't stop her from having a nervous excitement bubbling in her stomach as she practically skipped down the street--clad in one of her many new dresses and her skateboard under one arm. Their plane had touched down yesterday afternoon and she hadn't had a chance to see Junhong yet--but she texted him to meet her at the skate park the next day. It wouldn't be a problem for him, they usually always spent their time here. And with their first year of high school starting in almost a week, she wanted to get in as much free time as she could.

Turning the corner into the park, she sat her board down and stood on it, kicking off and gliding into the concrete jungle while looking around. Some of the other boys--regulars she noted--stopped to stare at her as she rode by them, but she was focused on finding a certain blonde. And soon she caught sight of him at one of the half-pipes lazily going back and forth while trying to do a kickflip.

Jihoon came to a slow stop right beside the pipe to watch him, but he got tangled up a moment and stumbled. A giggle ripped from her lips and she brought a hand up to her mouth to try and cover it, but it was too late. "And here I was thinking two months would've helped you improve your skills!"