DEVOUT ft sim jaeyun
church boy jake + smut (minors dni) + 3316 words
pairing: jake x fem!reader
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In your name we pray, amen. The voice of the pastor’s son is sweet when he prays. Plump lips curving into a smile when he opens his eyes. Big hands performing the sign of the cross. Mesmerising. Perfect. And his neatly styled hair barely budges when he bows his head before leaving the altar to take his seat next to his mother in the front pew.
Falling to his knees, Jake Sim follows the order of the service reverently. And you can’t get enough. He bows his head over his hands in prayer, eyes falling shut before saying a silent amen and taking his seat again.
He wears a pretty grin as he smiles for a picture with his family on the church stoop. Genuine happiness slipping from his being in rays, the sun shining for him by the looks of things. Jake kisses his mother on the cheek before heading back inside to chat with his friends by the refreshments table.
When you see him again, his eyes are already set on you - staring over the rim of a clear plastic cup, apple juice sweet on his tongue. His eyes flick to the door and back to yours, hiding a smirk behind his hand at the way you nod in immediate understanding - excusing herself from your circle and making your way out of the room.
He’s quick to follow you, wearing a kind smile as he greets you politely in the foyer. Hands at a respectful height on your back when he hugs you briefly, putting on a PG show of sorts for the adults lingering in the hall.
“Hey, pretty.” Jake whispers in your ear before you part. “Is this dress new?”
You nod. “I thought you might like it.”
“Like it?” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes trailing your body. Unsure of whether he’ll be able to say anything appropriate, he opts for a thumbs up to show his approval. Two thumbs up.
The (kind of long) walk to his car, which is conveniently parked down the street, consists of you looking over your shoulder every couple steps and Jake wrapping his arm around you, mumbling: you’re making me nervous, quit it.
He giggles when he pulls you onto his lap, telling you that he really does love your dress and your voice is soft when you tell him not to crease it, crinkling your nose when he bunches the thin, black fabric in his hand.
You wrap your arms around his neck and a sigh falls from his mouth when you shift in his lap. “Good?”
“Mm.”
His hand is heavy on your leg, slipping under the material and trailing upwards. You smile when he pushes past your cotton panties, drawing a sharp breath as his thumb drags between your folds, spreading your arousal to your clit. “Good?” He echoes you. You roll your eyes.
But you nod anyway.
“I missed this pretty pussy.” Jake whispers, looking down the space between you, your arousal glistening in the afternoon light.
You hide your face in the crook of his neck, embarrassed. “You just had it last night.” You mumble, laughing a little at the way his hips buck up towards you at the mention of your time together - his mind tracking back to the way you looked with your chin wet and your lips swollen from sucking him off. The curve of your ass. Your tits. Your smile. Your lau-It’s possible that he’s in way too deep. Jake leaves kisses on your collarbone for a moment, though he’s not sure how much longer he can do that without leaving a mark.
Sighing into his skin at the feeling of his finger pushing into your hole, your brows knit together as he curls it up towards your belly button. Your head falls forward when his thumb catches your clit again. The pretty curve of his lips as he watches you makes your heart leap and you can’t help kissing him, your lips moving against his, needy, desperate, moaning into his mouth as his fingers pick up their pace.
The tight feeling in your stomach leaves you struggling to keep your composure, the kiss becoming messier as your orgasm grows nearer and nearer, egged on by the sound of how wet you are. You pull away to catch your breath and Jake tells you that you look so pretty like this.
‘Like this’. Two words added for the sole purpose of keeping his feelings to himself, though not entirely inaccurate - with the crease in your brows, your lips held apart. The slight sheen of sweat on your forehead from the heat of the summer.
Or maybe because you’re as nervous around him as he is around you, which is what he’s hoping fo-Your hand wraps around his wrist, snapping him out of his thoughts.
His hand stills immediately. “You okay?”
“Mm, It’s just that,” A pause. You let your teeth worry your bottom lip for a little bit, grip on his wrist not letting up. “I don’t want.. to.. make a mess.” Your voice trails off into (almost) nothing which makes him chuckle lightly.
You bury your face in his neck again, mumbling don’t make fun against his skin.
Hey, he surprises himself with the softness in his voice. “I wouldn’t.”
After you let go of his wrist Jake takes his fingers out of you, pressing his lips together at the way you let out a breath. His arm wraps around your shoulder, hugging you, though the scent of your sweet pussy drives him crazy.
Crazy enough to ruin the sweet moment as he brings his fingers to his lips, sucking on it. Hips bucking up instinctively, eyes screwing shut when you grind against him.
“C’mere.” He kisses your cheek, silently begging you to look at him. To kiss him. His palm is heavy over the spot he’d kissed. “You know I wouldn’t.”
You nod. You know.
On the seat next to him your phone vibrates. A text. And another. “I gotta-” Jake cuts you off with a mumbled you don’t, his hands wrapping around your wrists to keep you still.
Jake.
“Hmm?”
The way he rolls his hips against yours is enough to make you lose your train of thought, all plans to protest shut down at the sight of his pretty eyes fluttering shu- Your phone starts ringing, shifting in the seat. As if on cue, a cute grin spreads on your face when you answer, voice sickly sweet when you say, hi, daddy.
Jake’s brows raise at this, cock twitching in his pants. Daddy? He mouths, thrown off by your word choice. You stifle a laugh, slapping him lightly on the chest. And you’re pretty while he watches you - biting on your bottom lip as you hold the phone to your ear.
The voice through the phone is too faint for him to hear but the message is obvious with the way you nod your head. “Oh, I’ll be right there.”
You say I love you sincerely before cutting the call, looking down at him with a slight pout. “Gotta run, Jakey.”
He huffs a sigh. “Are you ever gonna get your licence?”
Are you ever gonna get your licence? You mock, screwing your face up at him. He rolls his eyes. “We both know that even if I could drive, my parents would just make me drive all of us.”
You’re not sure why but Jake laughs at this.
And you laugh because he does.
"I'll see you later." You say, hating the way his pretty lips fall into a frown - though he smiles when you kiss him. "Okay, bye."
Jake hums, holding onto your dress. “Again."
You grab him by the neck, pulling him in and pressing your lips to his. Smiling at the feeling of his tongue running across your teeth before struggling to pull away because he catches your bottom lip between his teeth. Jake. You groan. "I have to go."
"Yeah, okay, just one more." He mumbles against your lips.
So you kiss him again, pulling away and grinning down at him when he asks for another kiss.
"Do you wanna come over on Thursday?" You ask, kissing down his neck and letting out a breathy laugh as his hand grabs at your ass again. “My parents won’t be home.”
Jake’s prayers are answered and Thursday comes quickly. He runs a nervous hand through his hair that - after your begging - he’d dyed back to its natural colour, and you open the door in a camisole (that does nothing to hide the way your nipples nudge against it) and some shorts. The smile on your face is wide when you see him, and the two of you manage to sit through 3 whole minutes of the movie playing on your laptop before touching each other.
Wordlessly, he lets a finger play with the hem of your thin shorts, looking up at you before continuing. You nod. He draws patterns on your bare thigh for a little bit before you mumble a don’t tease me, and he can’t help the laugh that comes from his nose.
Jake nips at your skin lightly and you spread your legs - he has to turn away from you to hide the smile he wears at how receptive you are. Biting his lip so hard he almost draws blood when he realises you’re not wearing any panties, wetness warm on his skin as soon as he touches you.
Using his fingers to hold your folds apart, he slides his middle finger over the length of your slit, spreading your arousal all over your pussy before playing with your clit and rubbing it in tiny circles just the way you like. Seemingly out of habit, you lean into him, letting your forehead rest in the crook of his ne-Like that, you mumble into the fabric of his shirt as he puts a little more pressure on it.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers, awestruck.
You whimper in response (and you love hate the cockiness in his voice). “It’s the dark hair,” you joke, letting your hand find his neck to play with the hair at his nape.
Jake’s finger falters between your legs and his voice is quiet when he asks, is that so?
Lifting your head from his neck you can’t help but giggle at the look on his face, brows pulled together, eyes scanning your face to read your expression. You gasp at the feeling of his thick finger pushing into you. “Obviously not.” You shake your head. “I just..” You cut yourself off with a moan, hiding your face in his shirt again to prevent yourself from finishing that sentence.
And you thank God that he doesn’t annoy you about it.
He nudges another finger into you, his cock aching in his pants when you mewl, tugging at his hair at the feeling of his fingers working at your cunt. The stretch always surprises you, his fingers so much thicker than your own, longer.
Always leaves you bucking your hips to chase his thrusts, leaves you moaning into his chest. Leaves Jake in awe at your sensitivity as he thumbs at your clit. His free hand rubbing your back, and those plush lips telling you how pretty you are as he works you closer and closer to your climax.
A pathetic whimper slips from your mouth at the sudden feeling of emptiness. “Why?” Your voice is a whisper as you catch your breath, lifting your head to look at hi-and your eyes widen at the sight of his fingers resting between his pretty lips, mumbling an apology before pushing your thighs apart.
Falling to his knees, Jake Sim takes a reverent lick at your dripping slit. And you can’t get enough. He bows his head between your legs in awe, eyes falling shut before saying a silent prayer of thanks. Thankful for life. For this moment. For you.
He pulls your clit between his soft lips, sucking gently. Sweetly. And the way he groans against your body only makes you shiver.
Some combination of how close you’d already been and how good Jake is between your legs brings back the heat in your stomach. Forces your back to arch up toward the ceiling. Your fingers to tangle in his hair. Your toes to curl and you-Jake!
You squirm against his face when you cum, writhing on the sheets, against his tongue which doesn’t let up. “You always taste so good.” He mumbles, pulling away for a second to take a look at the mess you’d made. “So pretty.”
Jake hovers over you and you like the way you taste on his tongue when he kisses you, his dark hair tickling your forehead as his lips move against yours with a lust you’ve never seen from him - only parting for the split second it takes you to lift his shirt over his head, looping your arms around his neck (your nails dragging random patterns lightly on his back), just as desperate to stay close as he seems to be.
His teeth bump against yours and the way he giggles afterwards makes your stomach flip, butterflies running rampant. Though it’s difficult to think about how cute he is when you feel his finger toying with your pussy again, the sudden feeling of his index and middle pushing into you forcing a moan from your mouth into his. You start to say the word more though you’re cut off by a gasp when his thumb presses on your clit.
It doesn’t take long before his arm gets tired from holding himself up and he breaks away from your lips for just long enough to ask is this alright? As he lowers his torso onto yours, trying not to put all his weight down on you, and for you to reply with a clipped yes.
The increased proximity lets you feel how hard he is against your bare skin, thick, heavy through the fabric of his underwear, your heart rate picking up as you realise this might be the closest it’s ever been to your hole - separated only by the cotton briefs he still has on. And a few centimetres.
As if reading your mind, he asks. “It doesn’t count if it doesn’t go in, right?” His voice a soft mumble against your lips.
Jake, you whisper.
His finger stills against your clit, as he leans away from you, his face resting above yours. Eyes flicking across your face, his own features smoothing out - the picture of innocence right in front of you. “You wanna stop?”
You shake your head, nails still lightly grazing his back. “Wanna feel you.”
Jake’s cock twitches at the desperation in your voice. “Baby,” his voice is soft when he speaks, his hand coming up from between your legs to rest on your shoulder. The pad of his thumb dragging over your collarbone. “You know we can’t.”
The words come out automatically, the way they always do. Laced with a conviction that recedes more and more with each repetition. And he’s sure it’s only a matter of time before he’ll say them but give you what you want anyway. What you both want. Crave.
But for now he kisses you. Lets his hand slip back down between your bodies. Lets it wrap around his cock. Strokes it. Once. Twice. Three times before bringing his tip to your cunt. A gasp slipping from his mouth at the feeling of your wetness against him. Your nails pushing crescents into his skin at the sudden warmth, the way his head feels against your clit, rubbing, circling. He chuckles a little at this, though the warning is clear in his careful, cutie, as he reminds you not to leave marks on his back.
Again.
There’s a neediness in your whines and he knows that if you tell him once more how much you want him he’ll cave, so as per Jake’s suggestion you switch your position - I saw it in a video, he tells you in a raspy voice.
“You feel-” He sits up on his elbows, brows knitting together at the sight before him. “-So good.”
Your hips rock-“Oh, my God.”-over his cock, shaft hot between your folds, the way you did against his mouth earlier - eager, desperate.
He stares intently, overwhelmed. Lets his eyes rake over every part of you that he can see, even looking around the room he’s been in many times, committing everything he sees, feels, everything about this moment to memory, knowing he’ll be jerking off to the thought of this forever.
There’s no ignoring the way his stomach tenses up, his head turning to the side and eyes falling shut in hopes of lasting even just a tiny bit longer - though with his eyes closed it feels as though everything increases tenfold.
Jake’s grip on your thighs tightens, skin white over his knuckles as he holds you down, the friction almost too much to bear and it leaves you whimpering at the way his tip bumps against your swollen clit, shivers racking through your body at the contact.
You’ve never felt him like this before, never saw him like this before - so pretty, fucked out underneath you. Because of you. The sight makes your chest swell with pride, urging you to rock back and forth with even more desperation, losing your rhythm slightly as you chase your high.
His hair sticks to his forehead with sweat as his cock throbs, his tip pretty, glossy and red while it grazes at your clit. The way he shifts between your thighs leaving you to wonder what it’ll be like to finally have him in you. Thick cock splitting you apart, scraping your walls, reaching everywhere his fingers can’t. You wonder what he’ll sound like, how it’ll feel when he twitches inside you. When he cums inside you. This thought pattern only makes your movements sloppier and pulls the knot in your stomach tighter.
The audible stroking of your pussy on hi-With a breathy moan, Jake makes a mess of himself, and you, as he cums hot all over you. “Fuck.” He sighs, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight, cursing under his breath at the way you look - coated in white, coated in him.
His hips stutter underneath you, hitting your clit again, over and over and o-Oh, you cry out, hot tears stinging at the corners of your eyes and his name tumbling from your lips repeatedly as you finish again.
The way your cum mixes with his, pooling between your bodies, messy, slippery, connecting the two of you in strings makes him dizzy, and you feel so sensitive that it almost hurts when his cock twitches against you.
Jake is more than eager to lick you clean afterwards, moaning against your skin as he tastes you and him together for the first time. And if it weren’t for how sleepy you seemed, he would have made you cum on his tongue again. Instead, he spoons you when you ask him, though to your disappointment he rejects your offer to nap with you.
“Next time.” He mumbles against the back of your head. “I’ll come over early and we can nap all day, huh, princess?”
“Only nap?”
“If that’s what you want,” His chuckle is soft as he nuzzles his face into your neck. “But I really can’t stay.” He reminds you, trying to get up from behind you.
“Just a couple minutes.” You yawn, moving your hips under the covers, more than pleased with the way you can feel him getting hard again.
Too comfortable - and honestly too tired - to protest, he nods his head. Rolls his hips lazily against your ass. Just a couple minutes, he repeats through a yawn, letting his eyes close and tightening his grip around your waist.
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