#shim jayoon

just thinking about jake and his weird habit of putting his middle and ring finger into things ??

imagine you're on the bed with him, laying on your back. your shorts and panties were taken off, shirt pushed up to free your boobs. jake's been fingering your pussy for minutes now, pumping his fingers into your hole.

he was sucking your left boob, both of them red and wet already, all marked up. he was being messy as always, licking and slurping on your nipple just to hear your moans go thinner.

your legs were shaking. "p-please jakey... I c-can't-"

"yes you can, babydoll." he muttered as his mouth left your tit for a second, looking at you. "you look so gorgeous, all ruined and messy for me. you say you can't, but this pretty cunt is still clenching around my fingers."

his fingers curled in that way that made you see stars. "mhmm- jake!" you cried out, knowing your third orgasm was close already.

jake chuckled. "see? cum on my fingers again, dolly. just once more, do it for me." he started to move his hand faster, hitting that good spot over and over again, fingers deep between your legs.

you arched your back, a loud scream before your pussy started to let out liquid. he pumped his fingers faster for a second before letting go, letting you squirt all over his hand and his bed.

he just watched, looking like he was the one who just cummed all over the sheets. "fuck, sweetheart, you have no idea how beautiful that was." he said before licking his hand. he then went down to lick your pussy clean, getting breathless little gasps off you.

"Nice to meet you, Yoon. I'm Jake."

We talked for hours, her giggles making my heart race. She was so open, so full of life. I could tell she was different from the women I'd met before. There was a certain spark in her eyes, a mix of innocence and mischief.

"You know, I've never had Korean food before," I said, trying to hide my nervousness. "How about you show me the best place around here?"

She grinned, "Only if you promise to try everything I tell you to."

And so, our courtship began.

A few dates later, we found ourselves back at my place. The air was thick with tension, her eyes locked onto mine as we sat on the couch. I could see the desire in her eyes, and it mirrored my own.

"You're so beautiful, Yoon," I whispered, leaning in to kiss her. She responded eagerly, her lips soft and inviting. Our kisses grew more passionate, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.

I began to explore her body, my hands tracing the curves of her hips, her waist, her breasts. She moaned softly as I unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her lace bra. I took my time, kissing and nibbling her neck, her earlobes, her collarbone. She was squirming under my touch, her breaths coming in short gasps.

"You like that, don't you?" I murmured, my hand cupping her breast. "You like feeling my hands on you."

She nodded, her eyes closed, lost in the moment. I unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the side. Her breasts were perfect, perky and firm. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling gently. She arched her back, moaning softly.

"Oh, Jake... that feels so good," she whispered.

I moved lower, kissing her stomach, her hips, her thighs. I could smell her arousal, could see the wetness through her panties. I hooked my fingers into the sides of her underwear and pulled them off slowly. She was glistening, her pussy swollen and ready.

"You're so wet, Yoon," I said, my voice husky. "You want me to taste you, don't you?"

She nodded, her cheeks flushed. I spread her legs wider and dove in, my tongue finding her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking against my face. I licked and sucked, my fingers exploring her wet folds. She was moaning loudly now, her hands fisting my hair.

"Fuck, Jake... right there... yes..."

I could feel her muscles tensing, her orgasm building. I slipped two fingers into her, curling them up to hit her G-spot. She screamed, her body convulsing as she came hard against my mouth.

I stood up, my cock rock hard. She looked at me, her eyes filled with lust and a hint of fear. "I want you, Yoon," I said, my voice steady. "I want to feel you come again, but this time, I want to be inside you."

She bit her lip, her eyes never leaving mine. "I want that too, Jake," she said softly.

I laid her down on the couch, her legs spread wide. I positioned myself at her entrance, my cock throbbing with anticipation. I rubbed the head against her, coating it with her juices. She was so wet, so ready. I pushed in slowly, feeling her tight pussy stretch to accommodate me.

"Oh, fuck, Yoon... you're so tight," I groaned.

She moaned, her nails digging into my back. "More, Jake... Ahhhh give me more."

I obliged, pushing deeper until I was fully inside her. I began to move, my hips thrusting against hers. She met my movements, our bodies moving in sync.

"Faster, Jake... harder," she panted.

I increased my pace, my cock slamming into her. She was screaming, her body writhing beneath me. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, could feel her getting ready to come again.

"Come with me, Yoon," I said, my voice strained. "Come all over my cock."

She did, her body convulsing as she screamed my name. I followed soon after, my cock pulsing as I came deep inside her. I could feel my cum filling her, knew that she was mine.

But I wasn't done yet. I wanted more.

I pulled out of her, my cock still hard. She looked up at me, confusion in her eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked.

I smirked, my eyes darkening. "I'm not done with you yet, Yoon. I want to take you in a way you've never been taken before."

She hesitated, a hint of fear in her eyes. "What do you mean?"

I grabbed her hips and flipped her over, positioning her on all fours. "I'm going to take your ass, Yoon. I'm going to fill you up until you can't take it anymore."

She gasped, her eyes wide. "But... I've never... I don't know if I can..."

I ran my hand over her ass, my fingers sliding between her cheeks. "Trust me, Yoon. I'll make it feel good. I promise."

I started slow, my fingers exploring her tight hole. She tensed up at first, but I could feel her relaxing as I went deeper. I added more lube, my fingers scissoring inside her to stretch her out.

"Does that feel good, Yoon?" I asked, my voice low.

She nodded, her breaths coming in short gasps. "Yes... yes, it does."

I replaced my fingers with my cock, rubbing the head against her hole. She tensed up again, but I pushed in slowly, giving her time to adjust.

"Relax, Yoon... let me in," I coaxed.

She did, her body relaxing as I slid deeper inside her. I could feel her tightness, could feel her gripping me. It was incredible.

I started to move, my hips thrusting against her. She moaned, her body moving with mine. I could feel her relaxing, could feel her enjoying it.

"Fuck, Yoon... your ass feels so good," I groaned.

I reached around, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed it gently, making her moan louder. I could feel her getting close, could feel her body tensing up.

"Come for me, Yoon. Come all over my cock," I commanded.

She did, her body convulsing as she screamed my name. I followed soon after, my cock pulsing as I filled her ass with my cum.

We collapsed onto the couch, our bodies slick with sweat. I pulled her close, kissing her gently.

"That was incredible, Jake," she whispered. "I never knew it could feel like that."

I smirked, my hand cupping her breast. "I told you, Yoon. I promise to show you things you've never experienced before."

Yang Jungwon

Idk. I could see him being so annoying at first despite being the one begging for forgiveness. But, I guess that's just him being desperate because aside from the boys, you're his only friend. Also, you guys rarely fight or argue. So, if you refuse to speak to him, he will slowly succumb to insanity.

"It's dinner time." Jungwon knocked on your door. You ignored him. "It's dinner time," he repeated with his stern voice.

After a while, when you still didn't respond to his calls, you heard your doorknob click. You immediately pulled your comforter up and hid yourself like a caterpillar in a cocoon.

"Yah." He forcefully grabbed your comforter out of your body, successfully yeeting it away from you. You looked at him with a blank face. He frowned. "Are you still not talking to me?" You scoffed. He buried his face in his palms and started pacing back and forth.

You rolled your eyes.

And since you didn't really want to talk to him now, "Hey, Alexa. How do you tell someone to get the fuck out of your face?" you said out of spite, grabbing your comforter back from him.

A robotic female voice suddenly chimed in, showing results.

Jungwon groaned.

He sighed in exasperation. "Okay, fine. I messed up."

You rolled your eyes again.

"Hey Alexa, how do you tell someone to—"

"Okay, okay, okay. I was the douchebag for trying to come between you and Riki." His lips formed into a straight line, knees meeting your carpeted floor as he kneeled.

You scoffed.

You raised your brows. You waved your hands in front of him, signaling that he should get up.

"I'm sorry. Please just talk to me again." He begged. You raised your brows. "I will wash the dishes for 2 full weeks..." He sighed in defeat.

Fair enough.

Nishimura Riki

The creaking of your bedroom door in the middle of you binge-watching a scary documentary? Don't worry, that's just Ni-ki attempting to turn your bedroom lights on, fully knowing that you hate it when it's bright in your room. Don't get him wrong though, this is just his way of apologizing; annoying you to the core until you acknowledge his presence out of wrath.

"Asshole." You screamed, hearing his footsteps echo from outside your door.

"Asshole!" He repeated.

You sighed, gluing your eyes back at your laptop screen again. But after a few minutes of peace and solitude, you saw a head pop out of your door frame again, grinning mischievously. And then, everything went pitch black. After a couple of seconds, the lights turned on again. Then, pitch black. Then, turned on again.

Then, he ran away.

If eyes could throw daggers, your twin would lay dead on the floor right now.

"Asshole!" You shouted again.

"Asshole!" He mocked all over again, too.

You stomped your feet and marched towards the light switch to turn it off with a loud thud. You know, you almost convinced yourself that you should be the bigger person and let your brother's shenanigans slide. But, when you heard him giggling unapologetically outside your bedroom door still, your nose suddenly flared in a much intense rage.

"I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE YOU FREAKI—"

But then, you were suddenly choked out of air by a hug.

Riki batted his eyelashes sarcastically. "You've already forgiven me, right?" He lifted you up in the air, making you squirm.

Park Jongseong

Princess treatment. He doesn't really talk to you first until you talk to him first. But, he'll do things that will certainly lift off whatever grudge you have for him.

"Hey mom? Could you pass me the salt please?" You said. But Jay was quick to pass it to you instead. He even slices up your steak quietly for you because he knows that you hate the feeling of cutlery being glided onto a glass plate.

You were about to say "Thank you" but you remembered that you're supposed to be mad at him right now so you start digging in instead.

Some time when you guys were having dessert, a pile of vanilla ice cream was suddenly transferred on top of your already ice cream topped chocolate cake. You saw Jay looking straight ahead at his food, as if he didn't just give out his own ice cream because he knows you like it.

You felt a little bad for ignoring him.

"So, Y/n... Did you like your necklace?" Your mom broke the silence at the dining table, feeling the tension between you and your older brother.

You beamed at your mom and replied with a happy nod. "I was surprised to see it on my bed earlier. I really like it, mom. It's really pretty. Thank you so much." You smiled.

Your mom shook her head.

"Oh honey, that's not from us. That's from Jay," she corrected you.

You coughed awkwardly, looking towards Jay who was minding his own business beside you.

You teared up a little. Now, you feel really, really bad for snapping at him. After all, he just wants the best for you.

You sighed.

"Oppa..." You mumbled, fidgeting with your thumb, biting your lip. Jay turned slowly towards you. You tried to say something but you didn't really know where to start. In the end, you were only able to let out a pathetic "Sorry."

But then, Jay ruffled your hair affectionately.

"No. I'm sorry for saying mean things to you, baby. You're right... Jungwon treats you well and I'm just overreacting." He shook his head, berating himself.

"I'm... It's just that..." You fumbled with your words.

He ruffled your hair again.

"It's okay. Eat up now. Your food is getting cold."

Park Sunghoon

Oh. OH. Don't get me started with this guy. His pride is overflowing, and even though he looks like a kicked puppy whenever you ignore him, he'd somehow find a way to twist the situation, trying to make you beg for his attention instead.

"Oh yeah. YEAH SURE. Y/N's ignoring me so I guess I'm just gonna sell the TXT concert ticket that I bought for her." He'd side-eye you while emphasizing the word 'sell' so you immediately turned your head to his side, feeling betrayed.

You're not sure if he's joking or what because you never knew he bought you concert tickets in the first place.

You rolled your eyes mindlessly though.

Whatever.

"Oh. Okay. I guess I'll go to Japan with Sunoo instead." Sunghoon sing-songed when he saw you entering your guys' house through the main door, as if he wasn't quietly sulking in the living room earlier, waiting for you to come back home.

You scoffed now. You guys already planned on spending summer in Japan together, and it was supposed to be your first out-of-the-country trip without your parents.

Obviously, you know that this is just him trying to get your attention... But, fully knowing your brother's pettiness level, you wouldn't be surprised if he actually went on with his threat.

So, you sighed, facing his way.

"You're the worst." You muttered, storming out of the house, leaving a dumbfounded Sunghoon on his own.

In the end, Sunghoon finally came to his senses and apologized properly to you. Of course, you ended up forgiving him.

Sim Jaeyun

Unlike the other members, he'll say sorry immediately and acknowledge his faults rather than doing unnecessary shenanigans just to keep his pride intact.

"2 minutes?" Jake asks, making you nod.

"Yup, wait for two minutes and try again." Your voice sounded so mechanical as you glanced at your wristwatch, still beyond pissed at your brother for ruining your supposed date night with Riki. As per his words, you guys are way too young to date and to be left alone together.

You get that he's very protective and he means well... but he treats you like a freaking kid most of the time, and it's actually annoying you to the core.

"2 minutes? Oh, okay." Jake sighs, stretching his arms a little then adjusts his cap.

You raised your brows at him.

"Dude... What are you doing?" You looked at him confusedly.

"Hmmm?" Jake replied in the same confused manner as you are, hitting you with his puppy eyes as he stood outside your room awkwardly.

You pointed at his hands.

Jake looked at his hand and immediately hid it behind his back, chuckling embarrassedly.

"Oh... I was counting to... you know... until 2 minutes is over... so I could apologize again..."

You sighed, not long after, letting out a chuckle.

"You're such a loser sometimes, you know?"

"So... does this mean you forgive me or..?" Jake asks, fiddling with his nails.

You shook your head.

"No. Not yet. Until you explain everything to Ni-ki and clarify that I didn't purposely ditch our date, you're dead to me, Jake." You jokingly threw a punch.

Lee Heeseung

Offers the most proper apology out of them all. Poor Heeseung, he'd just feel so guilty about it that you could almost see the guilt flooding from his eyes.

"Kuya?" You gasped surprisedly when you heard a knock on your door, only to be greeted by an apologetic looking Heeseung, carrying at least 3 plastic bags with his arms. "It's 2 AM... I thought you were supposed to stay at your dorm right now?" Your voice was quiet and stoic as you were still wary about the recent argument you just had with him over the phone when you told him about your plans of spending summer with your guys' toxic relatives.

Heeseung cared for you so much. Growing up in a highly dysfunctional family and having to care for you since you were in diapers, despite him being unable to fend for himself properly yet, he's practically your parent at this point. And when he finally debuted as an idol and earned enough money, he immediately fetched you back from your hometown and enrolled you in a prestigious school in Seoul to keep you away from the toxicity and to have you closer by his side too.

Heeseung developed a sense of protectiveness towards you, which you understand well. He despises the fact that you guys were getting pushed over by your so-called 'family', and hearing you mutter from your own mouth that you're gonna spend your summer with them just made him go batshit crazy... because, why would you willingly step back into the den you guys tried so hard to break free from? He didn't understand.

What he didn't understand too is that you're willing to reconnect. After all, they're family. That's why you got into an argument. An argument so bad that he raised his voice at you for the first time in God knows how long, and now he's here, in front of your dorm room looking so ashamed and sorry when he's supposed to be at his company right now.

"Get in, kuya." You told him when you realized that you guys were awkwardly standing in the middle of your dormitory's hallway. "The guards let you in? It's 2 AM... Did you drive here all alone?" You asked worriedly.

Heeseung plopped down on your couch and tapped the space beside him.

He looked at you sadly... You looked at him worriedly.

"You know how much I care for you, right?" He asks.

You nodded.

"Okay. That's good. I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier... You can spend the summer with them if you really want to. I just got really worried." He assured, explaining. You looked at him with a melancholic smile. Now you feel bad for being mad at him earlier. He just wants the best for you. "I—... I'm... I'm real—"

You cut Heeseung off with a hug.

"No. I'm sorry, kuya." You sobbed.

Kim Sunoo

Would ignore you too but only for 2 days. Istg. He'd be knocking on your door holding two tubs of ice cream without saying anything. Weirdly enough, despite multiple bickerings and misunderstandings between you growing up, neither of you says sorry to each other. Somehow you guys just make up after a few days. And this time, it was no different.

"Hey..." Sunoo greets coolly, placing two tubs of ice cream on the counter table.

You were about to reply to his greeting, but you remembered, right, you're mad at him because he was so against your relationship with Sunghoon.

"I brought ice cream..." Sunoo's voice was cautiously casual as he plunked down two tubs of ice cream on the counter.

You eyed him warily, trying to stay mad. But two tubs of ice cream were hard to resist. "Uh-huh," you replied noncommittally, grabbing a spoon.

The two of you sat there, each digging into your respective tubs with exaggerated seriousness. It was almost comical how you avoided eye contact, each pretending the other didn't exist.

After a few spoonfuls (okay, maybe more like two), you couldn't help it. "You know, you're ridiculous," you blurted out, ice cream still in your mouth.

Sunoo looked up, a hint of sassines in his eyes. "Says the one dating Sunghoon."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't suppress a snort. "Yeah, well, he's better than you at sharing ice cream."

Sunoo scoffed. "As if! I brought two tubs, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but who gets the last bite?" you challenged, trying not to laugh.

He grinned, a genuine one this time. "I guess we'll have to battle it out."

And just like that, the tension melted away faster than your ice cream. You started playfully arguing about who got to lick the tub clean, throwing spoonfuls at each other and making a mess of the kitchen. By the end of it, there were more ice cream splatters on both of you than in the tubs.

"Alright, truce," Sunoo declared, wiping his face with a paper towel and trying to look serious again.

"Truce," you agreed.

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