[FIC] Super Mario 64
Title: Peach's Cake
Rating: PG-13
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“I had a dream last night,” Jiyong tells me, walking out from the bedroom and rubbing his eyes.
“Was it porn?” I ask.
“Was it porn?” Jiyong repeats my question. “If only.”
He grins and I roll my eyes, “What was it then?”
He plops down on the couch, sitting next to me. He settles his feet on the coffee table and puts his hands behind his head, “I was Mario, in Super Mario 64, and I was going through it all. When it got the time I had to save Princess Peach from Bowser, I saw that you were Peach. YG was Bowser.
“It was quite hilarious, listening to you yelling for me to help when you’re ‘so independent’.”
I raise my eyebrows, “More independent than you. Suck up.”
“Suck up? Really Ri? You suck up to me quite a lot.”
“Yes, but you do it to everyone. It’s annoying.”
Sitting up, he walks a few inches and stands in front of me. He leans down and pulls my chin up, “Getting a little jealous, now are we?” I blush and look away.
“Now you actually look like Peach,” He grins again. I flick him in the head, successfully getting an ‘ouch’ out of him.
“I don’t look like her,” I mumble.
“Put on a pink dress and you’re good to go as her with short, brown hair!” He yells. All of a sudden, he makes the face he usually does when
he has an idea. Great.
“That’s what you’re getting for Christmas,” He says, sitting back down next to me.
“Yeah, and I’ll get you some Mario clothes so we can role play the supposed sex they had.”
He nuzzles my neck, “That sounds like a great idea. I love role playing while having sex.”
“You haven’t even done it before, idiot,” I tell him.
“Hey, it’s always worth a try. And it’s not like you’ve done it either,” He replies.
“Hopefully you know I’m joking, right?”
“I do, I do. But now that you bring it up, I think we should do it.”
“And now I really hope you’re joking,” I try to change my position so I’m turned away from him, but it doesn’t help. Somehow I end up facing him.
“Course I am, even though I think you would be one sexy girl.”
“One sexy guy in a dress is what you’re actually thinking, and I know that for a fact,” I say to him. He nuzzles further into my neck, not replying.
After a short while he asks, “Would you stop reading my mind?”
“Nope. It’s a gift; I’m going to use it until it dies.”
“Well then,” He shifts onto my lap, one leg on each side of my body, trapping me, “what am I thinking now?”
“No fucking idea. Something to do with sex and your dream probably,” I reply.
“Actually, I never got my cake,” He pouts.
“I thought that’s how to damn game went. You save Princess Peach and never get the cake she promises you. And that is about your dream,” I point out. He ponders that for a bit and then looks back at me.
“How ‘bout you give me some cake?”
“The only cake you’re getting is between my legs and in my pants,” I roll my eyes. He looks down, tilting his head to the side.
“Works for me,” He smirks. He gets off my lap and pulls me up from the couch, dragging me into the bedroom by my belt.
Rating: PG-13
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“I had a dream last night,” Jiyong tells me, walking out from the bedroom and rubbing his eyes.
“Was it porn?” I ask.
“Was it porn?” Jiyong repeats my question. “If only.”
He grins and I roll my eyes, “What was it then?”
He plops down on the couch, sitting next to me. He settles his feet on the coffee table and puts his hands behind his head, “I was Mario, in Super Mario 64, and I was going through it all. When it got the time I had to save Princess Peach from Bowser, I saw that you were Peach. YG was Bowser.
“It was quite hilarious, listening to you yelling for me to help when you’re ‘so independent’.”
I raise my eyebrows, “More independent than you. Suck up.”
“Suck up? Really Ri? You suck up to me quite a lot.”
“Yes, but you do it to everyone. It’s annoying.”
Sitting up, he walks a few inches and stands in front of me. He leans down and pulls my chin up, “Getting a little jealous, now are we?” I blush and look away.
“Now you actually look like Peach,” He grins again. I flick him in the head, successfully getting an ‘ouch’ out of him.
“I don’t look like her,” I mumble.
“Put on a pink dress and you’re good to go as her with short, brown hair!” He yells. All of a sudden, he makes the face he usually does when
he has an idea. Great.
“That’s what you’re getting for Christmas,” He says, sitting back down next to me.
“Yeah, and I’ll get you some Mario clothes so we can role play the supposed sex they had.”
He nuzzles my neck, “That sounds like a great idea. I love role playing while having sex.”
“You haven’t even done it before, idiot,” I tell him.
“Hey, it’s always worth a try. And it’s not like you’ve done it either,” He replies.
“Hopefully you know I’m joking, right?”
“I do, I do. But now that you bring it up, I think we should do it.”
“And now I really hope you’re joking,” I try to change my position so I’m turned away from him, but it doesn’t help. Somehow I end up facing him.
“Course I am, even though I think you would be one sexy girl.”
“One sexy guy in a dress is what you’re actually thinking, and I know that for a fact,” I say to him. He nuzzles further into my neck, not replying.
After a short while he asks, “Would you stop reading my mind?”
“Nope. It’s a gift; I’m going to use it until it dies.”
“Well then,” He shifts onto my lap, one leg on each side of my body, trapping me, “what am I thinking now?”
“No fucking idea. Something to do with sex and your dream probably,” I reply.
“Actually, I never got my cake,” He pouts.
“I thought that’s how to damn game went. You save Princess Peach and never get the cake she promises you. And that is about your dream,” I point out. He ponders that for a bit and then looks back at me.
“How ‘bout you give me some cake?”
“The only cake you’re getting is between my legs and in my pants,” I roll my eyes. He looks down, tilting his head to the side.
“Works for me,” He smirks. He gets off my lap and pulls me up from the couch, dragging me into the bedroom by my belt.