Ugh Jake Is Such A Whore

Ugh Jake is such a whore

make you feel it.

PAIRING 𓍯 female reader x tinder date jay & jake

GENRE 𓍯 SMUT (MDNI)

WC 𓍯 10.3k

WRNG! everyone's been drinking, humping furniture, pussy drunk jake lol, jerking off, protected sex, you three fuck in the clothes you wear, cum eating

A/N! i am a firm believer in jake the pussy eater. and THIS has now beat my writing record…. please excuse any mistakes!

jake and jay weren’t incels by any means. they were pretty well known around campus by name and face, constantly being complimented in private, on tinder and through social media comments.

jake was more sexually promiscuous than jay, but they were both pretty chill within male standards these days. jay liked having women to himself, but jake loved the idea of sharing—especially sharing women with other women. but neither of the boys were the ones who set the tinder account up, sunghoon was.

“i just think it’ll be fun.” sunghoon says with a laugh, his canines sharp. they were sitting in jays car eating burgers and fries, jay in the driver, sunghoon passenger and jake in the back. this wasn’t jays car but actually heeseungs, a nice red mazda he got passed down to him from his older brother when he changed vehicles. 

heeseung had left the car briefly to go to ‘the bathroom’, but everyone in the car had the same understanding that he only left to call his ex-fling. sunghoon was practically the match-maker of the friend group, constantly trying to make things happen for his friends while he sat in a committed (enough) relationship of one year and eight months.

sunghoon had his own phone in hand, handling the tinder account for both jake and jay with his own number. he had planned to share the account with one of the boys eventually, but not before he set it up and matched them with a few people prior.

he put everything together for the account, including the bio, names, layout and photos. jake was secretly egging sunghoon on through the process, jay being the only voice of reason besides heeseung. heeseung personally loved the idea of threesomes, and he had hinted towards them with jake a few times, but he knew how jay was, so he supported him in arguing against it. 

“i’m sure most girls are gonna ignore you guys because threesomes are quite invasive, but whoever swipes has to want it bad.” sunghoon finishes with a hearty laugh, jay shoving him with his right hand. “you’re gross.” he replies with a soft laugh, jake lifting his right eyebrow briefly with a smile. “i’m not mad at it.” jake starts, shrugging lightly before pulling another handful of fries out of the bag by his left hip.

his right hand flips through his phone aimlessly, running through tiktoks on low volume. “i’m just not sure we have the same type.” he finishes, smiling at the way jay looks over his shoulder, past sunghoon. “what are you implying? i don’t have good taste?” jay asks with an accusatory tone, annoyance in his features.

“your cuisine is amazing, i just think you pick the most boring bitches alive.” jake comments, sunghoon throwing his head back in a laugh. jay slumped back in his chair at the comment with a shrug, jake sitting up to reach forward, lightly patting him on his right shoulder with a greasy left hand. “that’s why i’m picking for the both of you.” sunghoon comments, both men looking at him.

“i trust that i can pick girls you both would like because i like both your types.” sunghoon comments with a smile, jakes left hand falling back into his lap. “i know you like someone mature with strong education,” he points at jay with his left hand,

“and i know jake likes tits.” he finishes, his left thumb pointing behind him with a light laugh as he looks back at his screen, swiping right once. “and ass.” jake adds with a laugh, jay rolling his eyes as sunghoon turns back to look at him briefly. jay spits a mean “yall are lucky to not have std’s with these mindsets.” before heeseung suddenly shows up at the back left door of jays temporary driver seat. “i’m not convinced they don’t have any.” heeseung comments with a smile, the car interrupting into laughter—surprisingly from sunghoon and jake.

“but sorry for leaving, had to make a phone call.” “yea, we know.” sunghoon replies with an eye roll, heeseungs right hand balling up into a fist. sunghoon looks back briefly before cowering playfully, heeseung hitting him with a stiff armed punch. “i’m constantly being abused in this friend group.” sunghoon said through his fake winching, a laugh rolling out of everyone’s mouths again.

• • •

"no, pass!" your blonde roommate yelled at the tv screen mirroring your phone. you don’t spare a second glance swiping to the left as your roommates laughed at once. "he looks like he's into poop fetishes." she continued to comment as the screen refreshed to another boy, his hair long and shaggy. he had a scene kid aesthetic, something your shorter roommate to the right of you fawned at, the other roommate screaming for you to disrespectfully pass again.

you had recently moved into a new house with your roommates from last year, four of you in total. besides the small normal arguments the four of you would have at times, you got along very well.

you guys would sometimes meet up during the weekdays to have quality house meetings, usually consisting of setting up rules for the household, or informing the house of upcoming visitors. but sometimes the house would bring up the different boys and girls on and near campus, pushing the house to either start looking through instagram accounts, or on dating apps.

you and two of your roommates occupied the living room area as your other roommate stayed upstairs on a facetime call. you and your one blonde roomate were on the couch in the middle of the room, your other roommate on a little seat to the right of you as you all faced the television on the wall. you were all wearing varying casual outfits, all slowly waiting for summer to really kick in after finishing classes. you wore a baggy t-shirt with shorts, your roommate to the left in a crop top and booty shorts, roommate to the right in a hoodie and sweatpants.

“honestly, the guys on this app aren't too bad.” your roommate to the right commented, her large glasses falling down her low-bridged nose as she sat cross-legged. “i was expecting way worse.” she finished with a laugh, her deep brown hair cut into a short bob, eyes monolid. she uses her phone in her right to emphasise her speech, her lock screen flashing on and off. “that's what i’m saying!” your white blonde roommate to your left commented, her thick hair in a messy high bun as her right index pointed over you in agreeance. you silently agreed with both girls, a smile on your face before swiping left again without looking for too long.

“i’m still not that impressed.” you commented with a soft smile before your tallest, deep brown skinned roommate walked in from the left to the kitchen, hair covered in a bonnet. she was wearing her pyjamas, a small tank top and booty shorts, the outfit tight on her slim frame but matching your other roommate. her phone was in hand on call, all three of you lightly looking to the left to greet her. “hey ladies!” she commented with a smile, her invisalign giving her a small lisp.

you looked at the screen for a second to swipe left on another dud again, looking back at her without seeing the next swipe.

“brooo, who is that?!” her left arm points, the phone in her right nearly dropping at the shift in movement. everyone's heads jerk towards the television screen, voices screaming in shock. the blonde beside you nearly hurts herself as she jumps off the couch, snatching the phone out of your hands.

“no you have to say yes!” she screams, her right hand holding your phone in the air as her head whips towards you from the tv. your eyes peel from watching your phone in her hand to look, mouth open.

Jake Jay, 22

Yes theres two of us. No were not dating. Yes we both swiped on you. No were not catfishing. Just trynna have fun this summer. Jay is 22, im 22 in november 🥳

“no fucking way they’re real?!” you commented, your left hand reaching out for your phone. when your roommate doesn’t give the phone back in time, you practically snatch it, lightly apologising. “i’m sorry hon, but i need to see.” you commented as you all looked at the photos with open mouths. you watched your phone, the girls watching you swipe through the big screen.

the first photo was a selfie of both of them from slightly below, bangs in ones face. neither of them were smiling, the one on the right with longer hair in an overgrown haircut. his lips were pink and thick, a light pout on his face as his brown bangs curved lightly into his eyes. the left had a strong jaw with tanner skin, his features sharper. his hair was freshly cut and styled back—forehead showing.

“oh my god they’re so fine!” your newly joined roommate commented, everyone including you laughing. you swiped right in the middle of the screen to see more photos.

the second photo was both of them at a party, a south asian girl in the middle of them with two empty tequila bottles in her hands. she looked wasted beyond belief and so did they, a line of text from snapchat updating on who jake was, who jay was, and how her name was rosa. you hoped she wasn’t going to be an issue for you later, praying she was just a very casual party-goer and not someone’s ex. 

“okay so jake’s the one with the lips, and jay’s the one with the jawline. got it.” the blond comments as she reads the text, your bob haired roommate pointing to jay with a manicured left index finger. “i like him, he’s hot. is this a two for one?” she asks with expressive hands, her right hand dropping her phone into her lap as she uncrosses her legs.

“they want a threesome?!” your bonneted roommate comments with an exaggerated reaction, leaning over. her eyes are wide and so is her mouth, her right hand now at her side as she walks around the kitchen counter to step closer as you slid to the next slide. the next slide is of the two of them in the bathroom, a third in the shower.

one of them—jake—was sitting on the toilet with his pants on holding up two peace signs, jay sat on the floor with a large bowl between his legs with a pout. there's someone in the shower, leaning forward with his upper body. his face and upper body is in frame, dripping wet. his eyebrows are thick, features sharp. he’s just as handsome as the other two in the photo, faint dimples in his smiling face.

“fuck, i want him too!” you playfully yelled as the room erupts in shocked laughter, your blonde roommate clapping. “this is too good you have to say yes.” she commented with a smile, shaking her head in disbelief. “yea you gotta see what's up with those two. have to.” your deep brown roommate commented one last time as she squints lightly at the screen, moving to go back upstairs to her room. “any updates, yall better call me.” she comments before looking back one last time, her phone screen off as she runs upstairs, her footsteps heavy as she skips steps.

you swipe to the right with no hesitation, suddenly growing disappointed you didn’t look at them for longer. if you didn’t match with them, that might’ve been the last time you’d ever see them. 

“hopefull—” IT’S A MATCH!

“no fucking way!” your bob hair cut roommate screamed as she jumped out of her seat, the room erupting in noise once again. “what?! what happened?!” your third roommate yelled from upstairs, her voice muffed lightly. “she matched with jake and jay!’ your blonde friend commented playfully with a light laugh as she ran around the left side of the couch to yell up the stairs a few feet away.

“y/n better do it or i’m done with her!” she comments back playfully, her voice bouncing off the walls. you laugh at the comment, your face looking at the ‘send a message’ prompt at the bottom of your screen. “i can’t promise you anything!” you yelled from your spot on the couch.

you were a prune in the eyes of your roommates and friends, barely entertaining men past a hello and gentle conversation. you were so confident about not entertaining men that your parents thought you were waiting for the right moment to come out as a lesbian. you did like girls, but it wasn’t your only choice. you couldn’t lie though, the ‘we will always love and support you’ speech was funny to sit through.

you truly wanted to have more fun this summer, and this would probably be one of the first instances you’d actually be interested in doing something. “i’m just scared about doing things with two guys.” you commented out loud, the blonde stepping up from the couch to walk towards the kitchen.

“hopefully the dicks aren’t trash.” she commented as she looked through the top cabinets for some chips to eat. “check the far left cabinet by the fridge. theres some doritos there.” your other roommate commented to her searching, a thin smile on the blondes face at her keen eye as she turned around.

“thank you queen.” she comments with a laugh before reaching to the second shelf with a small jump.

"well i'm not messaging if there's two of them and one of me. if they want me, they gotta message me first." you defensively commented to the room, both your roommates agreeing in unison.

"fair." your blonde roommate commented, your smaller roommate watching as she walked around to sit back down at the couch, holding her left hand out.

“hopefully we see some other cute guys before i lose faith i’ll find someone myself.” she commented with a laugh, the blond just passing the bag over instead. 

• • •

Hi y/n! Its jake. I saw you swiped on us and i thought we should talk. How r u?

your mouth would’ve touched the floor if you were a cartoon character. your thumbs hovered over the keyboard, mind full yet so empty. they were cute, that was a given. you knew what their intentions were, so there was no use in acting confused or making small talk in your opinion, at least not on tinder.

hey cutie

i’m good, how r u!

you didn’t know if this would go over well, and the moment you sent both messages the shame settled in. what if they didn’t really like you that much? you were scared about putting yourself out too much, especially in front of pretty attractive men like them. they probably had both men and women alike fawning over them, why would you spread yourself thin?

Im so good, im so happy u swiped. Didnt think youd like us

‘didn’t think you’d like them? impossible.’ you couldn’t help but smile at the messages, shaking your head lightly in disbelief as you typed back, smirking.

bullshit. you know you’re sexy

its like word vomit. this wasn't like you at all, and you felt it in the way your stomach would drop every time you saw jake typing. you'd close the app completely just to open it up again the moment you heard that exciting small notification. why would he message you if he weren't interested? he was answering back so fast you could tell he didn't even close the app before typing again.

Haha yea

Not just for me tho. U think jays cute too right

he continues to spam you. it's weirdly charming to you; a smile on your face as you imagine the speed of his typing fingers.

I message for the both of us

We're a duo

'he responds so fast he's practically begging' you playfully commented in your head with a smile, your head tilting to the left as you thought up a response. you didn't want to sound desperate, but you did want him to know you were interested in anything they wanted to do—if that were their intentions.

yes you're both really attractive

at this point, you were getting excited. you played it off pretty well, but it would be a lie to say you didn’t care about the way jake texted back fast.

U promise?

Do you wanna meet up

Just so we can talk in person?

you started to think jake probably liked you more than jay did. maybe jake was the only one who would actually check the account, or even swipe on the different profiles. regardless you were okay with only jake entertaining you, maybe the account was shared just for efficiency.

sure. do u live near the uni? we could get food at the plaza

you usually didn’t plan to meet up with guys so soon, but you already had plans, and if they really wanted to connect with you, they’d make the effort to at least see you once before you went on an actual date.

Tell me the time and were there.

Can i have ur number?

it felt sudden. but it also made sense. tinder was truly only used to connect, pushing you to move elsewhere if you truly wanted to chat and meet up personally. you were grown, this wasn’t something new to you.

sure! i’ll send it in a separate text so its easy to copy and paste.

• • •

you had been sharing your location with your roommates for months at this point, so you didn't bother reminding them to either come for you or call the police if they didn't hear from you. they knew not to bother texting because you'd have your notifications off, so you gave them a time, ten o’clock pm.

you had everything of importance on you, your phone, a charger and wallet in a little bag you wore over the shoulder. you had already bought a few articles of clothing, your forever twenty-one bag on your left shoulder before sitting down in the food court at a four seat table. you swung the bag to the seat to your left to leave the seats in front of you clear, pushing both boys to have to sit across from you if they showed up.

you had texted jake about meeting you near the left entrance side of the cafeteria, describing the colour of your t-shirt. you wore a comfortable outfit—boyfriend jeans and a tight pink t-shirt, your time for meetup passing. you thought you had been stood up—which was fine—so you started to look around for food places to hide the shame filling your stomach.

that was, until two hands pounced on your shoulders from behind, a jolt running up your spine as you dropped your phone on the table in front of you. “hi, y/n!” a light male voice came from behind. the friendliness took you aback as you looked up to your right to see jake from tinder, a smile so big on his face you’d think y'all were childhood friends.

he was such an open book in his texting, so it made sense he’d be even nicer in public. you shifted right out of your seat to give a friendly hug, noticing the male to his left as you gave a soft pat to his back before pulling away.

“hi, i’m jay. we didn’t really get to talk before.” the male beside him commented, a sweet eye smile on his face. he was even prettier in person—both of them were. they both smelt good, but jake smelt more like a clean body scent, jay nicely coated in cologne. jake’s outfit matched yours, his jeans baggy and grey, his t-shirt black and loosely fitting.

jay on the other hand had on slim jeans with a loose dress shirt, the buttons left open to his mid chest. he had a gold chain on with gold rings on his left thumb and right middle finger, jakes jewellery starting and stopping at a simple silver curb chain around his pale neck.

“i didn’t think you guys would show up.” you commented before hesitating in front of jay. he notices the pause, his right arm reaching out to invite you for a hug. you take it, your right cheek close to his neck. “usually i’d prefer a more formal first meeting,” jay commented with the pull away, a smile creeping up your face.

“so would i,” you lightly comment, not wanting to give too much information about yourself. you and jake only really picked this spot because of his eagerness to meet you in person, and because you didn’t really trust them yet, so you wanted an audience just incase.

“i wanted to shop for some things and thought something casual would break the throuple ice.” you commented, jake smiling. he moves closer slightly, the visual of how close you three are to each other catching the eye of bystanders.

“i respect it, it makes sure you have witnesses in case we were catfishing and vice versa.”

“i could never be a catfish.” you replied to jakes comment with a laugh, jay smiling softly at the comment as you moved to your bag. “i’m still planning on picking up a few things, if you guys want to join me.” you commented as you hoisted the bag over your shoulder.

“sure, i can hold your bag if you’d like?” jay commented with his left hand out, jake walking around to stand before both of you guys to look at the burger spot closest to you three. you smiled at jays words before letting the bag roll off your shoulder, jays hand catching it to exchange it onto his own.

“man i want a burger.” jake comments with his hands on his hips from behind jay, a laugh leaving his lips before he turns towards him

 “personally i want thai.” he comments with his eyes wandering, your right hand pointing to the back right section of the food court. “there’s something over on that side you might like.”

 • • •

the three of you got along like friends. the conversation easy to hold. jay actively participated in your shopping experience. he would listen to you and pick things out, jake following behind without care. he would make funny comments while slyly liking and matching with other girls on their shared tinder profile. he liked your energy, but he didn’t feel the pull from you that you’d want something more than this—friendship.

he did find you attractive, and whenever the three of you stood too close he’d silently manifest jay pushing his lip into yours to test the waters. you seemed to interact with them like they were your guy friends, and jake was scared all those texts and plans built up only lead up to this.

“i think we should plan a proper date for the three of us,” jake blurts out, both you and jay trailing off your conversation to look back at him. “something formal and romantic.” he finished, you three standing in a corner of the store garage, sifting through a rack of cropped shirts.

jay is taken aback by this, remembering how profusely jake and sunghoon insisted their interactions with you be solely sexual. he scoffed a little at the comment, the action not missed by you or jake. “i just mean,” jake started up again, trying to distract from the way jay looked off, his left hand lazily pushing through clothes on the rack in front of him as he faced you two. “sexual relationships are built through some level of trust,”

‘he’s got to be bullshitting’ you thought in as you watched jays reaction through the corner of your eye. “and i know i’m physically attracted to you.” he begins again, your ears perking at the admission. “but us doing this is kid shit. only teens on a date would walk around stores together picking out clothes.” he finishes, slight bite in his words but you get it.

it is childish to do this over going on an actual date, but you wanted to check if they were really valid people, not wanting to waste your time. “i know.” you agreed with him, breaking eye contact as you looked down in an attempt to find the right words. 

“i just wanted to make sure you guys were actually real, honest people before throwing myself into a dangerous situation like a private date.” you replied, jake nodding as your eyes rose to meet his face again.

“i totally get it, trust me.” he said with his hands up, his phone between his right hands index and thumb, screen littered in notifications. “i’m not mad we did this.” he replied, his hair practically bouncing with his expressive way of talking. “but now that we know each other, we need to get out of these friendship activities and move like people who’re actually dating.”

jay finally checks back into the conversation, smiling softly at jake’s words before thinking of a way to chime in. “i agree.” he starts, pulling away from the rack to lean his body weight into his right hip. “i’m attracted to you as well, so i think it’s worth going on an actual date.” he finishes, his eyes on jake as he spoke, watching how jake’s face lit up with him agreeing.

“i’m sure it’s obvious i’m attracted to you both, no?” you spoke lightly, your tone still uncertain. you didn’t want to lean too much into trusting them, especially since you found them on tinder, but if they could play you well enough then you’d entertain them well enough. “even if you’re just trying to get into my pants,” you trail off, your eyes searching the racks to calm your sudden nerves. “i’m fine with going on an actual date, but don’t expect me to pay.” you playfully commented, knowing better. 

“oh we weren’t thinking of doing that. i got money for me and you babygirl, trust.” if jake were a puppy his tail would fly off with this level of excitement. he steps closer at the agreement between all three of you, your heartbeat almost in your ears. ‘wait—did he just call me babygirl?’ you thought for a little with frowned brows. you hoped your face didn’t seem too excited.

“are you free tomorrow night? you want italian?”

• • •

were you wearing your best black bra and panty set? perhaps.

did you pick a skimpy short dress with a low cut just to show cleavage? maybe.

did you shave? of course.

you were completely hairless from the neck down after your shower, your roommates more than aware of your plans when they realised just how long you were in there.

you had exfoliated the night you got back from the mall meet up, giving every single detail about the two boys to your roommates who all sat around, listening so attentively you were almost taken aback.

you could remember the light scent of jake’s skin, describing how excited he seemed for the date. you described how he not only said he wanted to date to get to know you better but also how he said he was ‘attracted to you’ and called you ‘babygirl’ while insisting he’d never make you pay after you commented playfully.

“you’re fucking lying.” your tallest roommate commented playfully, her right hand pointing at you.

“i wish i was, i swear.” you pleaded, your eyes scanning everyone’s faces.

“freudian slip, he didn’t wanna say it but he got caught up in your beauty.” your blond roommate commented, the room erupting in laughs and confused faces.

“you’re so corny!” your bobbed hair roommate commented with a laugh.

you described how jay smelt, how uniquely masculine he was. you could barely put the words together to describe how he smelt and acted. your roommates playfully moaned in response of your retelling, each break in your sentences leaving room for noise.

your short haired roommate would roll her eyes playfully, her hands in the air. “i literally need him in me right now.” she commented before grabbing her own hair in playful agony, everyone laughing.

to say you were excited was an understatement.

especially with how much time you spent making your makeup and hair look good.

jake had scarily video called you while you were shaving previously, your razer sitting on your upper inner right thigh. you didn’t answer, for multiple obvious reasons. you decided you’d call him later making some bullshit excuse.

you didn’t know why he couldn’t text you, but that was when your brain started doomsday thinking. you got nervous. you thought he was probably cancelling and it would be for some embarrassing reason.

not embarrassing for him—for you. you started to convince yourself he only suggested the date to get out of conversation early that day, overthinking the way jay looked at him as he admitted he was attracted to you.

but now the time was here, and the texts from jake were only positive.

jake 🥰

Just texting to remind u we come @ 8

Wear ur best

Not an obligation

Just be comfortable

Love you

Sorrh

Sorry*

Im just joking i dont actually love u im not crazy i promise

you are honestly shocked you had been so nervous. jake was so pathetic through text it was almost too good to be true. he was smart as hell and held conversation very well, but he also played around which made your conversations very entertaining but also hard to read.

jay was a lot less invasive in messages, barely messaging you if at all. you started to feel like jake was truly the only one that actually liked you fully out of the two of them. it hurt your pride, but you didn't let it get into your head too much.

when jake rang your phone while standing at the front door comically with jay on his right side—you jumped. 

“girl let me at least open the door.” your tallest deep brown roommate commented, comically leaning to the side with her eyebrows raised to try and get a peak through the front door. “i will die if you escort me out of this house like a worried mother, no!” you commented back with a smile, muffled laughter coming from your roommates so loudly the blonde had to run upstairs, cupping her mouth in a show. 

you wore a simple fitting black dress that ended mid thigh. it rode up constantly—and you were scared at times of your boobs slipping up and out—but your small over-the-shoulder purse matched it so well. you wore stiletto heels, hoping to everything you loved that you wouldn’t fall flat on your face.

jay and jake were both wearing dress pants and well fitted shirts, jay in all black as jake’s shirt was a light pink, pants a deep grey. both of them wore well tailored clothes, their shoes expensive, jay with a belt.

jay had on a expensive watch, not like you knew the brand—nor did you care—but it was definitely not a regular watch. they had a lot of money, almost too much. you started to speculate if they were pornstars when you saw them, moving to hug the both of them—starting with jay.

jay hugged softly, his arms awkwardly over yours as he tried to be respectful. your purse was barely hanging onto your right shoulder so you appreciated it. you pulled away to look at him and lightly glance at his shirt, hoping no makeup touched the fabric before stepping right to give jake a hug as well. 

“you look lovely.” jay commented with a smile, jake side eyeing him in a smirk before diving into a deeper hug, his arms wrapping around your waist. his chin was in your neck with the hug, and you couldn’t help but hold your breath. “thank you.” you commented finally as jake pulled away, your eyes looking at jay. 

jay and jake both stepped back together with a shared glance as you walked between them, jay to your left, jake on your right. you looked great, and it was definitely a contrast from the day before. jake truly just wanted to look at your ass but jay held his eye contact with him tight. “bro go get the car door.” he ordered as jake snorted once, holding his left hand out for the keys behind your back. jake’s arm hooped over your head as he walked to the car, the keys thrashing around in his hand.

there was a mercedes benz c-class sedan, which you understood was jay’s. one press of a button on the keys woke the car up, the side mirrors moving and positioning themselves as the car started. “birthday gift.” jay commented with a smile at the light shock in your face, smiling. his right hand lightly pressed into your lower back to push you forward and you walked willingly. his left hand hovered in front, incase you needed help stepping down from your house. 

you took the hand in your own, his hands soft as they shifted under your palm to hold you better. his right hand moved to your side as you both stepped down towards the car, jake holding the passenger seat door open as it faced your house. the moment you were in the car jake lightly closed it behind you, immediately speaking.

“she looks so good.” jake commented with a shake of his head for emphasis, jay smiling lightly as he looked into the window at you briefly.

“dude calm down before she hears you.” he comments softly, knowing his own car like the back of his hand.

“don’t care, i’d eat her right now.” jake replied before stepping back, assuming that would make it harder for you to hear.

your eyes shot forward at the comment, jake’s innocent persona quickly changing in your head as you watched jay walk around the hood of the car with a laugh.

he lightly but firmly ripped the door open before sliding in, the car lightly shaking as he started the car with one push of a button, pocketing the keys. the engine roared lightly as jake slid in from behind, moving to sit in the middle of the back seats so he could feel closer to you two.

“where are we going?” jay asked as his right hand absentmindedly ran up the wheel to grip at the top, looking out his side mirror.

“i don’t know, i’m cool with anything as long as i get eaten.” you commented boldly, jake freezing in his seat. jay laughs out loud at your reply, his head turning to look at you.

“that's great,” he starts with another small laugh before looking back. “any location suggestions on where she can get eaten?” jay teases with a shit-eating grin, his eyebrows raised. you can’t help but laugh, your roommates watching through the windows as they speculate.

“come back here and i’ll show you.” jake comments with a smile, jay looking forward with a stern head shake. “not in my car you won’t.” jay comments as he side eyes you playfully, ripping a laugh out of you. once your laugh dies down, your face dropped slightly, eyes hooded. you looked back at jake who’s sat with his hands between his parted legs, bottom lip caught between his teeth in a smile.

he shifts his hips towards you a bit spreading his legs further. your eyes catch the movement, jake’s eyes catching you. jay peels off driving down your residential street, a sly smile on your lips as you finally sat forward again.

• • •

you three thought against going out for dinner. jay was amazing at cooking and jake wasn’t really up for being out in public unnecessarily again. he clearly just recommended it to get you three into one location where at least one bed was open for use. jake had eaten dinner at four o’clock. he wasn’t starving by any means. he could eat something light, but there were so many more important actions you three could do.

jay had planned for you three to eat steak with fettuccine alfredo, trying to avoid anything too extravagant. he had also picked out some of his favourite gins and wines, letting jake pick and choose what the three of you would be drinking. they had a wifi tv right by the kitchen that could easily be seen at all points of the living room, background noise playing as a random reality show begins.

heeseung and sunghoon had gone out to go drinking at their favourite pub, their cars left at home. it was pretty early for them to be out drinking, but you couldn’t talk. you three had gone through three—going on four—gin mixed drinks at this point. they were honestly amazing, expensive gins being a lot smoother than other drinks in the same alcohol percentage bracket. while jay was still teetering within the ‘tipsy’ range, you and jake were drunk, hot and loud.

jake insisted on helping cook the steak, you and jay unnecessarily preparing the sauce for the pasta together. their kitchen was surprisingly big, the stove and sink apart from each other—the sink in the middle of a counter island. the fridge was on the right side of the stove you three faced, indicating the end of the kitchen area as the living room was off to the left.

jay steps you through everything, even the grating of the different cheeses and putting the pasta in a boiling pot. “you might as well just fuck her.” jake spits out in slight jealousy, watching how jays chest pushes into your back as he practically drapes himself over you. jake had long gone stopped focusing on the steak, turning the temperature down to buy himself more time.

“you’d like watching that, wouldn’t you?” jay teases, his arms slipping from between your arms. you’re a little dazed by the comment, partially because of the alcohol, but also because of how objectifying it all felt.

you lean forward into the counter with your elbows, innocently but aggressively pushing your ass into jays groin. it shoves him backwards, his right hand coming up to strike the left side of ass once. you jolt a bit, looking to your left to watch how jakes eyes practically glow.

“oh fuck yea!” jake responds at the smack, following jays lead. he steps forward enough to where his hand can reach before slamming his hand down on the opposite cheek.

“ow!” you yell, your facial expression a mixture of angry brows and a smile. “oh, you hurt her.” jay comments playfully in response, his left hand coming up to swat at jake. he moves back with a laugh, holding himself as his eyes turn crescent shaped. when jays hand falls, his right hand hand lightly caresses up and down the sides of your bum. it’s more soothing than arousing, but you bite your lip nonetheless.

this doesn’t slip past jake at all, who motions once with a nod in your direction, motioning jay to check what he sees. jay shyly looks at your expression with a small tilt to the left, almost making eye contact before slipping back into place behind you. he makes eye contact with jake deviously before thrusting against you once as a tease. jake giggles at the action before finally looking back at the steak he was supposed to be watching.

the mood has shifted in the room, you slowly pulling yourself up with the palms of your hands. jake finds a fork to lazily flip the massive steak with, against jays pleads for a proper utensil.

you’re not hungry anymore. if anything this gin in your system has made you insatiably horny, disappointed in the way jay finally leaves your frame. he focused on mixing the pasta and sauce into the large saucepan he had picked out.

between the two boys you knew you had a better shot at seducing jake fully than jay. theres a pout in his lips, more than apparent, but jay was focused on getting everything ready for you guys.

once jay pushes jake out of the way to properly take care of the steak cooking way too slowly, you decide to take your chance. jake walks over to your with a smirk on his face, your posture fixing to accommodate his height. your left arm swings over his neck playfully, fully expecting to only hold onto him as you both waited.

jake doesn’t waste anymore time than necessary, leaning forward to push a kiss into your left cheek. it’s kind of sloppy, a little bit of spit on your cheek as he pulls away, but it’s enough for you to kiss him back, right under his right eye by his nose. jake’s lips chase yours, finally landing one soft smooch on your lips before pulling away, your arm opening with the distance.

“your lips are so pretty.” you compliment absentmindedly, your head tilting to the left as you study his features. “thank you.” he lightly speaks before his right hand finds your left cheek. you don’t bother letting him control your movements before pushing your lips into his, both your arms wrapping around his neck carelessly.

he kisses you slow but passionately, you both slightly panting through each break in the kiss. jake wiggles his other hand to cup the other side of your face, a vice grip on your jaw. jay glances to his right to watch you two, the soft wet noises of both of your lips nearly echoing in his ears.

he doesn't interrupt, silently looking between you two and the steak—the pasta sitting abandoned in the cheese sauce. he takes the steak out of the pan so it isn't overcooked, moving close to you two to pick up the cutting board. by this point, jay had turned the stove tops off, everything out just needing a good plating.

you're held between the counter and jake's body as you reach out for jays affection with an open right hand. jay takes it momentarily to kiss your open palm, holding your fingers straight.

you lightly 'hmm' at the action, jay pulling away to wash his hands at the sink. he grabs a knife from a drawer on the left side of the sink, pushing the drawer closed as the kiss with jake lightly smudges your light layer of foundation. jakes hips rock into yours once, a hardened print against your frame.

he moves to the left side of your face, kissing down your jaw and neck. his hands roughly explore your waist, the drag of his hands lifting the skirt of your dress with each push upwards to steady your head. it's like its been rehearsed by these two, the way jay watches every move of jakes hands.

jakes hands leave your neck to roughly grope your breasts, your hands cupping his as he massages them. jays eyes seem to darken as you make eye contact, only breaking once jakes hands both move lower. jake forces your dress up over your waist, your bottom half and underwear exposed.

finally jay makes a move towards you two, lightly shoving jake to the right, pushing his lips into yours. his right hand cups your face gently, his lips feathery soft. you try to move closer to deepen the kiss but he doesn't let you budge, his left hand snaking up your neck. his right hand lowers to do the same, both his hands holding your neck in a light but unbudging grip.

you're still trapped against the counter as jake watches your body, the way jay shamelessly pushes himself up against you, groaning softly. he encourages him, his right hand coming up to push the back of his head. he forces jay to tilt his head to the right, finally deepening the kiss the way you wanted it to be.

jake strangely enough pushes his face into your right ear, kissing your outer cheek. he moves to your tragus before going to bite your helix, moving his face to the left. it's almost overwhelming, jays hands moving to grope your boobs this time.

jake seizes this movement to grab the right side of your neck to bring his lips close, kissing up and down your neck. from right behind your earlobe down, his lips leave a trail, jays hands massaging your boobs upwards. his hands move lower, searching your body the same way jake did but with more intent, his hands immediately finding the waistband of your underwear.

jays lips pull away so he can bring his right middle finger to his mouth, scooping saliva from under his tongue. he uses his left hand to move your underwears waistband forward, his middle finger immediately pushing between your lips. you honestly didn't need more lubricant than the one you were producing between your lips but it's helpful regardless, jays finger going back and forth between your labia.

he does it three, four times before finally pushing upwards on your clit, roughly rubbing the soft mound counter clockwise. you gasp at this, jakes right hand pulling your face to the right to attach his lips to yours again.

jays hand is relentless, the small circles firm and consistent. his other fingers cupping you softly. jake almost seems to kiss at the same pace, his lips chasing yours. he lightly licks into your mouth once experimentally, doing anything to feel closer to you. your right hand wraps around to grab the nape of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

your left lightly caresses jays chest and working right hand, a slight smirk on jays face, out of your eyesight. jay is honestly taken aback at how natural jake acts in the trio, completely comfortable being close to him as long as he's connected to you in some physical way.

jays hand finally leaves your clit to hunt deeper, his middle and ring finger rubbing lightly between your lips to collect some arousal. he groans at the feeling of his wet fingers, tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth.

the moment his lip lightly bounces free, he wiggles both fingers in, jake helping the positioning by hiking your left leg up and to the side. the extra space makes you feel scarily exposed, cool air fanning your inner thighs as jay curls his fingers in confidently.

you let out a soft moan in response, jake mimicking you in encouragement. he's past hard at this point, his pants uncomfortably tight against his erection. jay is too, trying to sneak glances between jakes body and yours to try and get a glimpse of your underwear.

the moment jay begins to lightly push and curl his fingers inside you, the noise is soft and wet. both boys look down, jake finally peeling his lips off yours to look down at jays hand. jake looks back and around for their oversized couch, listening to make sure no ones come home.

you and jay both follow him, jay turning to his left to eye the same couch jake does. jay pulls his fingers out before pecking your lips once, his left hand reaching for you as you three begin to walk over. you practically bounce in your drunken steps, jay rushing to clean his two fingers off in his mouth out of sight.

once you three reach the couch that faces the kitchen, jake is on you again, his arms wrapping around you as he kisses your neck. he forces you to plop down on the couch, his arms retracting the moment you start to fall backwards.

you're in the middle of the couch, a good amount of space at your head and feet for both jay and jake to be fit in comfortably. once you're settled, his hands reach for your panties, pulling them down your thighs. they twist into themselves as they come off, fully bunched up together before jake throws them to the left.

he shuffles down to bring his left hand up to hold your thigh, his thumb pushing into the flesh before tilting his head. he admires you slightly as jay takes a large swig from the gin bottle, trying to catch up to you two. jake shuffles backwards on his right knee as he finds a good place to settle, his face inching closer to your parted legs.

he finds a way to lie down, his calves uncomfortably leaning onto the armrest of the couch as his elbows hold him up. both his hands hold the skin between your lower thigh and ass, thumbs on either side of your outer labia.

his left hands thumb slightly pulls your right labia majora over a bit before laying a soft kiss on your clitoral hood. you cup your hands over your face in embarrassment, sighing as he lightly wraps his plush lips around the bud, sucking. he closes his eyes as he moves his bottom lip to change the strength, the noise echoing.

jay comes around silently to push jakes head down the same way jake had when he was kissing you, jake smiling slightly as he looks up at you. he kisses your clit again to give him time to stop smiling before sucking again using tongue.

jay wastes no time to unbuckle his belt, the noise causing you to look over to your right. "hold his head down." jay comments playfully, your hands still cupping your nose and mouth. you do though, your left hand coming down to ruffle in jake's hair.

jake groans at your hand in his hair, pushing him to suck harder. your vagina glistens from the saliva he leaves, his head moving as he practically makes out your vagina, sucking up any arousal or saliva that collects before moving back up to your clit. he's messy, his nose lightly nosing your clit each time he moves lower, breathing you in.

jay is almost shocked at the way he passionately eats you out, his right hand down the front of his pants as he glances around jakes face to eye the way your thighs twitch closed each time he sucks in the right spot. he harshly gropes himself at the imagery, your eyes focusing in on the way his wrist disappears and reappears with each downward tug.

jake lightly humps the couch as he eats you out, his eyes only opening momentarily to catch the way you breathe irregularly. you can't help but grind upwards once, jake moaning against you. hes practically leaking in his pants at this point, his light grinding against the couch.

jay catches the way his hips buck. he huffs out a simple laugh at the action before looking back up at your face. the moment he sees you staring at his groin, his right hand slips from under his pants to pull his underwear and pants down in one go.

his erection comically bobs a little once its free, your eyes widening. he's heavy, a good six point seven inches. he notices your reaction, looking down at himself hanging. you hesitate with your right hand to reach for it, but jay puts his left hand out to encourage you.

his erection is dry besides the bit of precum lightly glistening at the head. your right hand lightly holds his erection up to lightly thumb the tip, a groan leaving his lips at the action. a soft moan leaves his lips before you let go, moving to hold yourself up on your right arm instead

jake works tirelessly against your clit, humming. hes near tears at how hard he is, your left hand encouraging him as your fingers run back and forth through his hair, bangs lightly brushing your skin as you do so.

jay gets the hint, stepping closer. you open your mouth for him, looking up at jay. his face is straight and unwavering, but he's eager, his left thumb coming up to lightly cup the upper right side of your face as his free hand angles himself for your mouth.

you take the head into your mouth, your lips lightly cupping your teeth. your tongue lightly swirls up and around his tip, the taste a little salty. he huffs heavily through his nose.

you try to suck him off the best you can considering jakes movements, your head lightly pushing further down his length. with each pull back of your head you suck him off harshly. jay moans loudly each time you messily suck and swallow.

jakes lips wrap around your clit one last time before sucking just right, a choke causing you to pull of jays penis at once. you moan loudly, your left hand fisting his hair as your head falls forward, eyes squeezed tight.

jay watches with his bottom lip bitten, his right hand lightly tucking himself into his pants so he doesn't leave his erection out. jakes nose sits at the top fat of your vagina as he lightly shakes his head side to side between the folds of your lips.

your mouth hangs open at the feeling, jakes right hand pushing his middle and ring finger in. he scissors you open noisily, the position torture for his neck and upper body—your arm barely holding you up at the abuse. his fingers are relentless with each curl upwards, beckoning more arousal out with each drawback.

"f—uck, jake~!"

a loud, guttural moan leaves your lips as it hits you, your eyes pricking with tears. you ride his face shamelessly now as he lets you, the heel of your left foot steading you. his fingers catch any cum he misses with his mouth, humming against you as he chases your clit with each upward thrust of your hips.

jays mouth drops open at the imagery, his eyes glued on the way jakes lips pull away shiny when he's done. jake moves to get more comfortable, sitting on his right calf as his left foot hits the ground. he uses his left hand to collect any wetness on his face before using his lips and teeth to suck them clean, eyes focused on the way your vagina looks.

when jake finally stops moving his fingers, he curls them upward to collect as much arousal as he can. he eventually moves off the couch to your side, and through unspoken command, jay moves to kneel where he once was. jake uses his left hand to hurriedly move his pants and underwear out of the way. he skillfully unbuttons and zips his dress pants down with ease, hurriedly pulling himself out of his pants.

with your cum, jake shamelessly jerks off in front of you, eyes focused on the way the creamy consistency lighty spreads around his length. jay notices a jacket—belonging to heeseung—stuck between the back of the couch and the wall.

he immediately searches the coat pockets as your eyes switch between his search and jake jerking himself off while watching you. jakes mouth hangs open as he shamelessly jerks off for you, his left hand holding his shirt up so you can see more of his skin.

jay finds a condom in the left jacket pocket, tearing it open with his teeth and right hand. he lets the wrapper fall beside him without care as he lightly shimmies his pants and underwear down enough to pull his cock free.

jay uses both his hands to roll the new condom on when he finds the right side, not questioning if the sizing would be off. he uses both his hands to stroke the condom down his shaft, the soft sound of the lubricated condom catching your attention.

it’s a perfect fit—funny enough to him—as he shuffles forward without mentioning it to jake as much as he wants to. his pants are still on as he moves forward, just pulling them down enough so he can keep them out of the way.

jays right knee holds him up as he doesn't bother asking if you need a minute, or even want another round. you're fine with it, keeping your legs apart as you finally tear your eyes away from jake to watch as jay uses his right hand to line himself up.

you don't need prep after all jakes hard work, so jay doesn't bother, slowly pushing himself in.

your mouth gapes for the second time as your right elbow struggles to support you, each inch slowly pushing deeper. once jay settles, you feel like you can barely breathe, jakes hand on his erection working fast.

jay begins to thrust at a comfortable pace for you, slow and steady as he bites his bottom lip. "y/n." jake moans lightly, your head bobbing back to look at him through clouded vision.

a high pitched whine leaves jakes lips the moment your eyes set on him, his right hand pumping so fast and tightly it seems painful. you playfully open you mouth for him, your tongue peaking out. he takes the bait as he steps forward, angling his erection between your lips as you suck on his tip.

it feels as if jay splits you open on his dick, each thrust slapping his skin against yours with the force. he's thick, feeling intrusive but so good.

your lips pop off jakes dick to swallow as he cums, one final spurt falling on your lips and chin. jake groans at this before moving to sit by your head, tired. his left hand comes from behind you, his index finger lightly brushing the cum off your face, pushing it between your lips. you swallow willingly around his fingertip, giving a soft kiss to the tip of his finger.

when you realize how close jakes thigh is to your neck, you move to lay your head, his pants still on. jake tucks himself away before lazily using his left hand to grope your left boob through your dress and bra. jakes fingers search for your nipple as jay thrusts against you, the clapping sound loud and wet.

you didn't think it was possible for you to be so wet, but you were past what you thought was possible as jay lightly brings his right hand up through his consistent thrusts.

his thumb pushes down on your clit harshly, but it doesn't move. he just continues to thrust into you like a toy, the force causing your body to lightly jiggle at the force.

jays left hand travels your body, his left hand rubbing your inner thigh up to your stomach. he'd then trail his hand back down to your thigh, admiring your frame.

he massages the fat of your thigh, his teeth digging so heavily into his bottom lip he nearly draws blood. jakes left hand peels off the top of your dress to slide under the low neckline, pinching and pulling lightly at your hardening nipple once his hand pushes under your wired bra.

jay comes pretty quickly himself, following jakes lead. a loud groan leaving his lips as he continues to thrust into you, sheltered by the condom. he buries himself in one last time with a wiggle of his hips, a gasp leaving your lips before he pulls out slowly. jake laughs at the action, his hand sliding to your right breast.

the feeling of him slipping out leaves you feeling empty. you clench around nothing at the emptiness, jay watching small spurts of cum escape your lips. his right middle finger toys around with it a little, smearing it up and down your labia minora.

jay pulls back fully to stand, gripping the condom lightly at the base as he pulls it off slowly. his cum pools in the latex as he brings it up to tie it closed, experienced.

that's when it starts to hit you what this was,

who you were to them.

"i don't know about you guys but i could definitely eat." jake spits lightly, his hand still cupping your right boob. you feel slightly rejected regardless of them not saying anything.

you suddenly start to feel exposed as you moved to sit up, fixing your dress as your legs close. jakes hand is forced out of your dress when you sit up, your left arm coming up to hug over your torso. you try to spot your discarded underwear, both boys watching your demeanor change.

you three were all pretty much sober by this point, and you honestly didn't know if they fucked you because they wanted to or if you just seemed so easy they took what they could.

"y/n?" jake asks, a frown on his face when you look over at him almost pained. "yea?" you answered softly, trying hard to not expose how you suddenly feel. "if you wanna go home that's fine, but i'd really like if you slept over tonight." jake comments, his eyes not leaving yours.

"same." jay pitches in, coming around to stand closer to you as he fixes himself and his pants. "the food is probably cold and possibly burnt," jay starts, condom still in hand. "but i really think we should treat the rest of tonight like a proper date." jay finishes, smiling sweetly at you.

"i have plenty oversized shirts you can sleep in after we go up to shower." jake comments, his left hand reaching for your face. you look at him against your new judgement for a soft kiss, calming your nerves lightly.

"we shower?" you ask playfully with a raised brow, both men laughing lightly before jay turns to walk towards the kitchen for the garbage bin.

"of course. i'm never leaving you alone after tonight." jake confesses lightly with a smile, biting his bottom lip once before leaning in again for another peck.

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THIS IS SO CUTEEE IM DYING

SKATER BOI (e-1610 miles x blk! reader)

— miles is a skater boy and u can’t tell me i’m wrong

— felt bad cause the beach fic was supposed to be up today, but instead y’all can have this

— alexa, play feels like summer by childish gambino

— ⚠️: fluff, gn black reader, miles + reader being cute, cursing

standing outside of your door, miles stood with his duffel bag over his right shoulder, and his board wedged between his right arm and torso. ever since you agreed to skate with him, even going as far as to buy your own board, he wanted to surprise you with a little date/gift he had prepared.

you opened your door to the sight of a bubbly presence and a big smile on miles face. "whatchu smiling for?" you questioned with a confused smile on your face.

"get ready, i’m taking you out. oh, and grab your board too," he stated quite matter of factly. before you could even open your mouth, he was already booking it towards the stairs to wait for you at the front of your building.

"damn… now I don’t gotta choice," you mumbled to yourself in the now empty hallway.

closing the door to your house, you changed into more appropriate clothing than the ones you had on now. that clothing consisted of a pair of baggy jeans and an even baggier t-shirt, as well as a beanie to keep your locs from flying into your face. grabbing your board along with the wallet you stuffed in your jeans, you were off downstairs to meet miles.

walking out of the building and on to the street, you turned to look at miles and asked, "so you gonna tell me what’s in the bag?"

rolling his eyes he told you that telling you what was in the bag would ruin the surprise, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

miles had a tendency for surprising you with little things. it wasn’t like he was loaded, but he figured that the little things he gave you were much more personal and meaningful than any expensive gift he could have ever given you; like his art. small photos of you along with other drawings were plastered all over your wall, curtesy of your boyfriend.

after about fifteen minutes of walking, you reached the skate park. you were met with a bunch of brooklyn kids from around your neighborhood either smoking weed, hanging out and skating with their friends, or both simultaneously.

following miles to a set of stairs with a bunch of skid marks on the rail, he set down his bag and his board and motioned for you to hand him yours.

"c’mon it’s part of the surprise," he laughed as he shook his hand out asking for the skate board.

giving him the board, you watched as he set it down wheels facing up, and he opened the duffel bag he brought with him. "of course," you thought.

in the bag was a solar system of different spray paints and paint markers to choose from. you should have known that this would be something miles would do. "you wanna paint my board?"

"I mean, kinda?" he flipped his board so the wheels were facing up alongside with mine. what you didn’t expect was a clean slate. miles board wasn’t painted like it was before, no, this was an entirely new, clean skate board.

"I want to paint your board, while you paint mine," he stated looking up at you and smiling.

"you bought a clean board for me?" you said in a high pitch voice in disbelief.

"don’t flatter yourself now, if it turns out trash i’m goin' back to the old one," he joked. you knew he was joking— miles was in love with everything you made, it was all beautiful to him.

your knees bent down next to miles, squatting with him on the concrete. you grabbed his board and rolled your eyes at his previous statement.

grabbing the screw driver, miles removed the trucks on both of your boards in preparation of painting. once he was finished, you got to work with grabbing the board and going to the other end of the stairs. when he asked why you were "leaving him all lonely" you simply replied with, "you seeing my work of art would ruin the surprise, duh.”

you grabbed the few colors you wanted to use on the board and went back to your side of the stairs. getting to work with spray painting his entire board light green, an image flooded your mind on what you wanted to do with his board.

after thirty minutes (give or take) of working, miles glanced to your side and spoke loudly, "yo, you almost done over there?"

"uh nooo— wait are you already done??" you questioned in disbelief, seeing miles dust himself off and stand up.

"yeah, all I gotta do is shine it," he shrugged his shoulder back and stretched out his arms. you sighed in disbelief at how quickly he was able to finish his freestyle painting. you could practically hear him saying, "i’m just that good" with a goofy smug look in his face.

turning back to your- or his board, you were able to get it done about 10 minutes after miles had finished spraying a clear coat on your board.

adding some finishing touches, his board was finally done. you walked back over to miles with the board flesh behind your back, with the painted side facing away from miles view.

"you ready to see my masterpiece morales?"

"your masterpiece huh?" he questioned feigning an impressed look on his face.

"mmhm, i’m pretty sure I seen this in a renaissance painting before," you said with a nonchalant shrug. miles raised an eyebrow at you.

“sooo you copied a renaissance paining?”

"nah," you whispered, leaning in closer to miles to tell him your big secret. "them renaissance niggas copied me," you said proudly pointing to your chest.

miles rolled his eyes as he backed away from you. “shut the hell up and show me the board,” he laughed.

you huffed as you brought the board into his view from behind your back. it was spray painted light green as it’s base, and what decorated the shade was a large yellow sunflower with the word "MILES" painted dark green and growing out of the sunflower like a stem. surrounding the sun flower were doodles of even more multi colored flowers and hearts.

miles nose flared as he laughed through this nose. he couldn’t help the loving smile that creeped onto his lips as he walked closer to you and grabbed the board out of your hands. he placed a chaste kiss to you lips as he mumbled, "I love it baby, thank you."

you smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you, placing kisses all over his face. you pulled back suddenly and asked, "hmm so where’s MY board morales?"

"don’t worry I gotchu," he said as he pulled away. he walked a couple steps backwards and grabbed the board showing you the absolute masterpiece he made with nothing but his hands and his amazing brain.

it was a horizontal painting of you facing a wall, and on that wall was a collection of graffiti you had painted across brooklyn with miles throughout the years you knew each other. it looked like water color art with the way all of the light colors dripped down together at the bottom of the board.

"okay… so maybe I am a little blown away," you admitted as you looked at the board shocked. turning your head to look at miles, you gently placed the board down on the ground and you ran up to miles with the biggest smile on your face.

you basically threw yourself at him as you buried your face into his neck, mumbling a small "thank you" and "I love you."

as he squeezed you back, he mumbled into your beanie with a smirk, “so am I the best boyfriend ever or what?”

— made this super quick

— bought a skateboard last summer and barely used it

— but TRUST, this year it will be in use

“hear me out,” and you have been heard 🧏🏾‍♀️🧏🏾‍♀️🧏🏾‍♀️

hear me out. (i love saying this)

camboy jake doing a giveaway of an unknown prize after he hits a follower milestone, and he just possibly rigged the raffle/giveaway so his favorite follower (you) receives the gift. jaeyun just thinks your comments are always so sweet since you don't go too far w your requests or say degrading things to him while he's streaming, so how could he not want to reward you in the only way he thinks he can?

originally, it was JUST going to be a link to a custom video but he decides to do something extra so he mails you something & it ends up being a slutty as hell polaroid nude. the photo is of his mouth down so his mouth is still in frame but its mostly his abs and lower & the picture IS NASSSTY. im talking abs covered in cum, dick still hard & leaking, and finally in the pic you can see his fingers all covered in saliva resting on his tongue & on the back is his personal number in a silver sharpie. written right under his number in his writing is "dial for the rest of your gift ♡"

he waits to see if you call, planning to give you a private video call instead of just a custom video.

UGHH.

OH MY GOD????,??,,,,,, i just creamed STOP FUCKIGN AROUND AND WRITE A FIC DAMMIT ?!/!!/

pushing myself real hard this semester. love being the daughter of immigrant parents 🥲

that big PHAT A on my final projects all finna be worth it tho!! then imma be free to continue all my drafts 🙏🏾

college is tiring.. I have a million drafts I could start up and post but here I am being lame asf.