Jalbert Story AU +smut

Going to McDonalds

So this is continuing from the last part lol

Alberts POV;

I woke up and my b u d h o l e hurt, I saw Jake sleeping.

He is so cute..

I think to myself and try to get away from his grasp. I accidentally woke him up.

"S-Sorry." I managed to stutter to him, as I rub my eyes

"It's fine Albert." He respond, also rubbing his eyes and smiling at me.

"W-wanna go to McDonald's?" I asked, a bit to excited.

"Haha," Jake laughed, as he sat up. "Of course!" He rubs his legs like he's preparing for something. I look at him confused, but just carefully get up to get changed, my ass still burned tho..

"Alberttttt~" Jake whined as he stretched my name out from his mouth. (Why that sound sexual tf—)

"WhAttT~~" I whine like he did, teasing him because of how annoying he is.

"Are you almost done?!" He kinda shouted, obviously not trying to be rude, I hope?

"Uh.., y-yeah..?" I say and look down as I find myself in a "sexy" maid outfit.
Why did I have to do this again, brain? Whatever, let's hope he doesn't get flustered. I carefully walk out, a shade of red crossing my face as Jake looks at me surprised. I fiddle with my hair and see him staring after 10 seconds.

"Uhhhh, Jakey? You done?" I say and smirk (okay but why in almost every fanfic, HE CALLS JAKE, 'JAKEY', NO PLS anyways.)

"Shit, Albert." He is still staring and licking his lips a little. After about 5 more seconds I see him reaching for my waist. But before he could grab me, I swung my arms dramatically in the air, then back down, and said,

"Fine!, I guess I'll change." I hoped he actually liked the outfit, but I went back in the closet area, took everything off, and then put on some random yellow and white striped t-shirt, and some skinny? Black jeans.

"This okay for McDonald's?" I ask, a bit nervous for his answer.

"Of course.., but are we going in..?" He asked, his reply, "of course" made me feel better, as to answer his question I just softly smile and nod. He acknowledges my answer by smiling back at me, I see his face is a tame shade of pink, but I decide to ignore it.

"Okay.." he responds, breaking the silence "I'll change now" he chuckles a little and walks into the closet area.

About five minutes later he was taking so long I just said,

"Jake! What the hell is taking you fOreVeR!!!!11!!" Of course in a 'loving'(?) way.

"Well what took you so long?" He "reflected"(? Is that the right word?) my question.

"Humph! Fine!" I exclaim dramatically, and do the thing where you turn to the side and tap your shoe, (y'know?) when he got out he was wearing the SAME hoodie he wears almost EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

"Jake omg!" I say, a bit annoyed.

"WhAtttT?" He asked and rolled his eyes like a mean girl.

"You smell stinky! Just wear one of my hoodies or something!" I do the thing little kids do where they plug their nose and wave their free hand as to get the stink away. (Ya feel me?)

"Ugh, Albert why are you likeee thissss!" He drags out the last words, and whines like a kind as he stomps back into the closet area to change into something else. When he finally gets a different shirt on, it made me blush a little. He wasn't wearing a shirt, it was an open-armed tank top. (Okay I need clarification, it's the tank tops with really big holes where the arms are, like you can see inside the tank top if you are at a certain angle? Is it called "open-armed?" I don't know whatever back to the story this is already to lon—-)