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Bestie… can I get a David Clark please??? Like I will give you my first born child for it.

Also do you do emoji anons? If so can I be 🧶?

🧶 I am answering this rather quickly because it'll be a fun challenge to write for a character I haven't done before. And it's nice to shift gears sometimes. This might skew close to the movie but here we go!

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Relationship: David Clark x reader (f)

Warnings: Drug references, smut

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You were thrilled to walk up to your apartment's mailbox at the same time as David.

You could see his shaggy hair, his flannel, his backpack. You weren't sure he thought much of you, but you couldn't help but smile and greet him.

"Hi there, David. How's it goin'?" you asked brightly, opening your own mailbox locker.

He looked up from the pile of mail in his hand and smiled. His dimple in his cheek, his hair brushing over his forehead.

"Oh, hey. I'm OK. I mean, I got robbed yesterday, so that's cool. Things are great!"

You can tell he's sarcastic and feels ashamed of what happened.

"Oh, my God! Are you OK? Did you get hurt?" you ask concerned, your eyes trained on him. He shrugs his shoulder.

"Not really, just my back trying to run them off."

You know that David deals marijuana. You're not sure for whom, but you've been a customer a couple times when you needed an escape.

Before you can think any more of it, you ask him: "Do you need a place to stay? Somewhere safe? You can crash at my apartment."

He smiles, his eyes softening.

'That's really nice of you, but I don't want to be a burden. It's OK, I'll figure it out. I gotta go outta town in a couple days anyway."

Your heart broke a little. Yeah, probably shouldn't date a drug dealer but you sure love flirting with him. Or your version of flirting anyway.

As you two depart to your respective apartments, you can't stop thinking about him. Is he moving away? Is he in danger? As you nervously chew your fingernails, you have a knock on your door.

David stands behind it, his hands nervously in his pocket.

"David, hi. Are you...do you wanna come in?"

You move aside and he nods, entering your apartment.

"Listen, I don't need to stay with you but I have a favor to ask..."

Over the course of about an hour, he outlines the plan: He needs to get to Mexico and back with some marijuana for his dealer. He needs a family to go with him in the RV, so it feels less suspicious.

Why you say yes, you'll never know.

"Who are the kids?"

He chuckles. "I got Kenny from downstairs. And maybe this girl Casey who's been hanging around here. She seems to be a couch drifter so..."

You nod and smile. "I can't believe I'm saying yes to this, but sure. Why not. An adventure."

...

David gives you your airline ticket two days before you need to leave, and when you find him at the airport, he's...

Oh, God.

His hair is cut shorter, wearing a clean polo and khakis. He's...trimmer than he lets on with all those baggy clothes. His polo is slightly unbuttoned at the top and you can see his chest hair...

Is it hot in here?

The "kids" are cleaned up and the picture of American youth. And you've opted for a short sundress and a sunhat to make the whole "Arizona vacation" seem more believable.

"Hi, honey," you offer, leaning in to kiss David's cheek, his eyes taking you in.

"Hi, sweetheart. Glad you could make it," he says, his hands going down your waist before letting go.

"Hey kids," you offer gently. Casey gives you a half-hearted wave, and Kenny gives you a naive, earnest smile.

On the plane, everyone takes their seats, David next to you. You open your book to read, and David reads a magazine, but he's casually glancing at you every few seconds.

"You OK?" you ask, not looking up from your pages.

"Ye-yeah, I just... um...you're...," he answers back, stuttering. Nervous for once in his life. His breath is hot against your skin.

You blush wildly and try to keep cool. "You clean up pretty well too, there, Mr. Miller."

When the plane hits a bout of turbulence, David instinctively grabs your thigh to protect you, and it sends a jolt of electricity through you. It's like David can sense it because he looks over at you with dark eyes, smirking a little.

"I've got ya," he whispers, his hand still on your thigh, climbing a little higher, making you bite your bottom lip.

When you lean back in your seat and take a shuddering breath, you place your hand over his, moving it up even a little higher, flashing him a grin.

Good afternoon, folks. Please fasten your seatbelts as we begin our descent into Phoenix.

David shakes himself out of his trance, placing his magazine over the growing bulge in his lap. You're a shaking mess from the electricity.

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The RV rolls up quick and easily, a massive machine on multiple wheels. The kids climb in and take a seat in the back, David instructs everyone what the plan is, once again.

When he turns in his seat to start driving, he smiles at you again.

Hours go by. How many, you're not sure. You get in and out of Mexico as fast as you can, dodging a slip-up at the border thank God. Because you're hauling a lot more marijuana than you were led to believe.

A campsite in southern Arizona is a perfect place to stop for the night. The kids run off when they see some teenagers at a bonfire. You stand to tidy up the RV a little, wiping down the small counters, when you feel two large, warm hands on your hips.

"I can't stop thinking about our plane ride here," David whispers to you, sending a shiver through your body.

"I know," you answer, not yet turning around but still blushing.

"You know, I've always had a bit of a crush on you," he admits.

Your cheeks heat further. "Really? I've had a crush on you too!"

He smiles and blushes now. "Seriously? Why? I'm just some low-level weed dealer."

You smile and turn in his arms. "There's more to ya than that, David."

He can't wait anymore, leaning forward and capturing your lips with his, roping his arms around you. You fall into a rhythmic kiss, slowly making your way to the queen bed in the back of the RV.

You sit on the bed, pulling him over with you, scooting back toward the pillows. Your hands run through his shorter hair, and you smile...

"I kinda miss your longer hair," you mumble, and he smiles against your neck.

"Maybe I'll grow it back," he whispers, kissing your neck, your chest, sliding your sundress down and helping you wiggle it off your hips.

Wasting no time, he takes off his own shirt, and your eyes nearly fall out of your head; his fairly trim physique and immaculate, masculine chest hair going down his pants.

"I need you to fuck me, David," you murmur, your eyes dark as you watch him approach you.

"Oh fuck, that's hot," he says, falling into bed, crawling between your legs, waiting no more to loop his fingers around your panties and pull them down your legs, which he kisses from ankle to hip before settling between them.

He kisses you again, slowly but sensually. Like you both have had practice with each other. When he wiggles his boxers off and sheaths on a condom, he meets you with a gentle push and you could die right there.

"Oh, fuck," he murmurs, closing his eyes. "You're so fucking tight."

You blush. "It's been a while, I'm sor--"

But before you can finish he captures your lips again. "Don't you dare apologize for that," he says with a smile, his hips starting to rock slowly with you.

Your legs wrap around his waist and your fingernails rake down his back gently and he's moaning your name in moments.

The pace increases, his lips soft with yours, his tongue brushing into your mouth. When he leans up to change his angle, you nearly shout.

"Oh, right there?" he asks, a sly smirk on his face. "That feel good, baby? Why don't you tell me..."

Your head tilts back, sweat on yoru temples, your hair wild on the pillow, as you whimper.

"God, David, your cock..." you sigh, and he's watching you closely while your eyes are closed. "Feels so goddamn good... oh my God..."

He loves watching what he's doing to you.

As he sits up a bit, he brings you over him, keeping you on his lap and deep inside you, the bed squeaking lewdly underneath you as he helps you bounce against him.

"Oh, God, oh fuck," you chant, your body tensing and tingling, the climax climbing up your thighs.

"Yeah, baby, fuck yeah. Make it feel good, show me," he murmurs, his voice low against your ear as you unravel. Your pussy clenches around him in rhythm.

"Oh God, fuck, you're milking me," he says, making your body arch again and with that, his thighs tremble and he gasps your name, holding you while his hips stutter.

He lays you down gently, coming down with you, your chests catching air, your faces smiling.

"Jesus." is all you can mutter.

He smiles. "I really should've asked you out sooner," David says, propping himself up on one elbow, his hand dragging down your body and over your hips.

You roll into his chest and he smiles, tucking you beneath his chin.

When the door to the RV swings open and Kenny and Casey step inside, they laugh.

"About fucking time, Jesus," she says, smiling through her attitude.

"I'm really...uh, happy for you both!" Kenney says, smiling and waving awkwardly.

"How was the fire," you shout from the bedroom, not leaving the sheets.

"Good! Fun. Probably not as fun as you two had, clearly," Casey answers, getting out her handheld video game.

David looks at you and smirks.

"Kids."

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That was WAY longer and WAY more intense than I thought it would be but omg it's so fun! I feel like deep down David is a big softy. Maybe we'll see where the rest of this road trip goes? Thanks for the prompt, friend!

#david clark x reader #we're the millers fanfic #we're the millers fanfiction #we're the millers #he's hot with long and short hair #come at me

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