that you're not

She avoided his eyes with a soft shifty laugh.

"I didn't know he had a cute little chicken with hoops—"

He shot her a scathing glare despite the sleep that clouded his eyes and yawned as he scratched his neck from tiny steadily forming moustache. He propped his head on the pillow, closing his eyes as if he couldn't stand her. "His metal riddled, pleasure filled penis, d-dumbass." She snorted at his words, turning over to face him. Her rabbit's eyes were glistening in the light, wide and innocent, but that was a far cry from what he truly was.

The biggest damn pervert in the house.

"P-pleasure filled?" She almost choked on her spit.

"I googled; piercings feel interesting and from what I've seen in the shower, Casper's are pierced just for pleasure. I'm very, very sure." He nodded, determined and wise.

"H-how are you so sure?" She could just die from laughter.

"I've seen pictures!" JieMi angrily whispered and Amber almost choked out loud at his words, hiding the squawk deep within her pillow. Mirth bubbling in her chest at the idea of JieMi googling dick pictures and comparing them to Casper's cock. HE COULDN'T BE SERIOUS! "I want to know if it's really that big of a deal."

"You can't be that sure unless you've seen it up close—"

"Y-yeah I did ask, but he refused to send me a picture."

"A-PIC—You asked him for a dick pic? Baby, you are nasty!"

"Can you just answer my question?" His cheeks were red now, glowing beetroot, and she could see the embarrassment boiling in his adorable cheeks. "Please? The internet said once you go pierced dick you can't go back. A-and I watched a hentai—"

She snorted out loud this time, slapping another hand onto her mouth as tears almost leaked from her eyes. "Bro-Hentai? You're in it deep. Have you tried it before?"

"Stop teasing me, Amber," he groaned, shaking her and she sighed, breathing hard in her attempt to stay calm. "Answer the question." She exhaled heavily, begging for her spirit guides to protect her soul from ugly laughing out loud and waking the entire household because of their conversation.

"Are you feeling insecure, baby?" she cooed softly, patting his head and JieMi glared at her. Eyes growing fierce as his manliness was savagely attacked by her words. His mouth grew tight as he stared her down, head tilted so that his eyes would look bigger, and supposedly more dangerous to her. Weak.

"You know my stroke game is fucking amazing."

She couldn't help it. "You don't know that."

His jaw dropped open this time, and she swore the sleep evaporated from his person as horror clouded his eyes. He sat up, leaning close to her as he searched her eyes for lies with trembling desperation, staring her down with dismay. "I-I've watched you, you can't fake an orgasm with me."

"That's what all men say." She smirked.

"Baby!"

She ugly snorted and then froze when Sieon groaned in his sleep. They watched as he flipped over, muttering nonsensical words to himself. They waited until he re-entered deep sleep, snoring softly as he burrowed into the bedsheets, squeezing the life out of the bolster by his side.

"Okay, we didn't," she murmured softly, deciding to end JieMi's pain so that she could go to sleep. Confusion blossomed in his face, and JieMi's mouth parted as his head tilted to the side. "We didn't fuck baby. No penis in the vagina. No baby making. So you can go and try his chicken on your own, if you're so curious." She prodded him and he made way for her as she settled herself against his chest, getting comfortable. "You can go interrogate him if you want, I'm sleepy."

"You're lying, he was determined I can tell when he's determined—"

"I swear we didn't." She yawned, rubbing his chest and patting him gently. "I'm very sure."

"Huh?" JieMi squawked out, annoyingly cute despite the somewhat comedic sound.

He groaned, shaking his head as he leaned back onto the pillow with her, satisfied and happy as he nibbled on his lip, resembling the bunny his soul identified with. She could definitely tell he was happy that she didn't fuck Casper. It was an odd thing to be happy about, but she wouldn't question the fears of a man and his incompetency. Because truly, if she really cared only about their fleshy dicks and not the entire package. All seven of her men could not win her trusty vibrating rabbit dildo with pin-point clit vibration and a self-thrusting G-spot body.

"He doesn't know what he's giving up on."

She rolled her eyes at his antiques, choosing to keep quiet.

"I don't get it. How does he have so much self-control? We're horny people with broken, lustful souls. Normal people aim to fill up the bottomless need, I'm still trying but I can't—I'm pretty sure I'll spend the rest of my life trying. My great grandparents tried till they both—"

She patted his lips with a palm, not wanting to hear the story of how his relatives fucked themselves to death and he blushed, glancing at her trying to read her emotions. He didn't look sleepy now, and his eyes widened another fraction as he stared at her as if he were trying to imprint the image of her in his retinas. His nose twitched and she tapped it.

"Want all the details?" she murmured. "Or should we go back to sleep?"

"Tell me, but don't make me horny, because I'm currently bursting—no—dying with the need to make you take back your words." He glared at her, lips forming a thin line as if it were all her fault.

"Am I that easily convinced?"

"I don't know. But my soul feels threatened, and it might get the bunny out and you know what happens when the bunny—"

"Touché my lover, let's not go there."

She knew exactly what happened when his soul decided to go bat shit crazy and turn him into a rabbit. They'd all assume that it was only a one-time occurrence, a once in a life time special given the circumstances. There was no way he would have that soul bond again, since they were all one big happy family.

But JieMi had gotten horribly sick with flu for a week. And the boys had decided that he would have to stay away from her for two weeks, because they didn't want her catching any germs from his sniffing nose. It hadn't been anything, but his emotions were a mess and her sweet soulmate had a couple of bad mood swings that somehow escalated into his bunny mode.

And then he was a fucking sex monster when he finally got his hands on her.

"He took me to a BDSM sex club," she answered as he took her fingers to nibble on it, always seemingly searching for parts of her to bite. It was his love language, the strange need to gently bite and press his lips over her body. But she'd squealed when he bit her ass, it earned him a slap to the face but still he didn't stop clamping his mouth over parts of her just because he could. "We watched a couple's scene, told me to imagine it was him, and then he rubbed his cock on my pussy."

"Bare?"

"Mmm bare."

"My beautiful girl," JieMi murmured, voice dipping into a warm, sweet caramel that drizzled all over her heart, rubbing her cheeks with his thumb. "My beautiful, beautiful girl."

He closed his eyes, pulling her close to his body, murmuring as his hands searched her belly, fingers splayed over her tummy. His arms tightened over her, making her a captive to his impossibly sexy body. And for a moment they spooned as she relaxed into the soft exhales and the steady thrum of his heart, safety enveloping her in the tight, but comfortable pressure of his skin on hers. It was comforting to be held as if she were the most precious being in the world.

"Can we have sex for breakfast tomorrow?"

And there was the horny rabbit.

"I'm not going to have you for breakfast," she snorted.

"But I am," he said, "I need the exercise."

"I'm not your gym, goddamn it baby."

"But I love the gym and I love exercise, so it's a complement. And," he smiled then, all soft and sweet. The sort of smile that made his eyes crinkle and go dewy. "You said my stroke game was weak."

"I did not—"

"I'm going to work on my pumps."

"JieMi—"

"I'll google a good position and work on my hip rolls, gotta get it nice and tight—"

"Baby—"

"I know-I'll lift you up and fuck you standing, super deep against the wall," he closed his eyes, frowning as he contemplated over his options. "Or I plank and thrust, you don't have to do any work." Goddamn it there was no stopping this guy.

"You're going to rain sweat on me if you plank and thrust for longer than ten minutes." She snorted at him, shaking her head.

"Fuck, okay maybe we can experiment, you can count the thrusts we can make it a game if I don't hit a thousand, I lose."

"A thousand?"

"Is two thousand the norm? I forgot." He pondered over it, smashing his lips together as he nodded to himself. "But you're right, this is a challenge. I'll do three thousand." She shook her head, giggling at his words.

But she sighed, then conceded. "Today or tomorrow?" she whispered back, because she was an animal too.

"Maybe tomorrow," he groaned, suddenly aware of the time. "We can do a test run today." Horny soulmate. She grinned, shaking her head. But she was the horny soulmate too. "Your tummy's bigger." He commented randomly, squeezing her belly.

He rubbed it, thumbs digging into the folds and she flushed in his embrace, heart thumping hard at his words as she squirmed under his touch. Her society created self-loathe reared its ugly head, pawing angrily at the ground. What the fuck? She prickled, teeth baring as she growled back at him.

"That comment just made me feel really fucking sexy, thank you so much asshole."

"Shhh, you can gain more healthy weight, just made me think about more." He kissed her neck, whining softly to calm her down as he stroked her hair. "Don't mean anything by it. Don't intend to pressure you. I just can't help thinking about it. Am sorry."

"Yeah, I know," she turned over again to cup his face and he leaned into her touch, kissing her palm.

JieMi was the one member in the family who was possibly the most obsessed with the idea of having children. But the stillness in his voice told her that it was a sensitive topic for him. He needed her to tread lightly on a dream that he longed to fulfil after years of shattered hopes and wishes.

Amber knew he sought closure and good memories that would cover up the nightmares. And she wouldn't stop him from daydreaming about that future even if she weren't interested in it at the moment. Plus, it felt good to know that he was already planning for a lifetime. He palmed her stomach and sighed into her hair, his scent, soft, sweet delicious pear drowning her in wafts of comforting waves.

"I have finals to think about," she prodded his chest with a raised brow, her voice soft. "And you have your music. You wanted the world-wide domination."

"Y-yeah. Got a lot planned."

"Things you boys don't want to tell me."

"We don't know if it's possible, but it could be."

"Mmm."

"You're sure right?"

"About what?"

"That you're not pregnant?"