#rudy pankow x yn

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BASS PLAYERS RUDY PANKOW AU

Prompt: Y/N is forced by her best friends to attend the most desired underground rock band, against her will she goes. But what happens when she gets stuck with one of the band members? Will she discover the why they say bass players have the best fingers or will she just ignore him?

Warnings: mention of drugs and alcohol, sex, various kinks including choking, overstimulation, public sex, this is just another script for pornhub tbh

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04

The loud steps of Rudy running behind Y/N makes her giggle like a little girl, as she stops abruptly and turns to the panting boy. He has his hair all over the place under his red snapback and honestly his cheeks matched pretty well with its color.

“Jesus!” He groans, cleaning a few drops of sweat. “You’re really making me chase after you.” Rudy jokes, with a smirk.

“Feels like you’re not used to running at all.” She laughs, now walking besides him. “What do you want Rudy, you already came here and I already accepted your apology?” Y/N questions, intrigued.

“It’s stupid and I feel like you are already saying no to it.” Rudy comments while he scratchs the back of his head, he looks around and only a few girls glance and them but they don’t truly recognize him.

“Shot your shoot rockstar.” Y/N mocks him, leaning into a tree, since they weren’t inside anymore.

“What would you say if I asked you out, you know just to make my apology official.” Rudy mumbles his words like a grandma arguing and Y/N swores it’s the funniest thing she’d ever seen.

“I’d say yes probably.” Y/N says softly.

“Really?” Rudy asks, surprised with eyes wide open. “So, will you.. you know… go out with me?” Before he speaks again he clears his throat, sounding more confident.

“Yes Rudy, I will.” Y/N agrees, laughing.

“Now?” He asks after her nice answer.

“I don’t have anything planned.” Y/N gave him a small shy smile.

“Then come with me.” The boy winks at Y/N and gently pulls her into his motorcycle that was perfectly parked.

“What is this?” Y/N asks, afraid. “Where’s your ugly car? Where’s Eugenia?”

“I brought my other girl, thought you may enjoyed this more.” Rudy mocks Y/N this time before handing her a spare helmet. “See, safety first. I already came prepared.”

“Oh god, please don’t kill me.” She whispered before she took her place behind Rudy on the motorcycle.

“Hold on tight, princess.” Rudy said, muffled by the helmet but she still got it and her cheeks burned at the pet name.

Her arms snaked around his torso tightly, with eyes still closed she felt like time was passing by her in a much slower way now that Rudy was driving. It began to feel nice as she slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Y/N recognized the road, it lead to the beach. Smart boy, Y/N thought to herself.

Once she got out of the motorcycle and took off the helmet Rudy previously gave her, Y/N’s legs shoke like jello and it was obvious that Rudy took the opportunity to tease her about it as they walked down the pier.

“C’mon, it wasn’t that bad!” Rudy said, once they sat down in the bench that faced the ocean.

“I don’t know how someone could possible give you a drivers license.” Y/N mocked him with a smirk.

Rudy laughed at her comment and leaned back into the bench, with arms crossed enjoying the view and her company. It felt oddly peaceful and pleasant to be next to Y/N, like he didn’t had to be this rockstar persona next to her.

“What’s your favorite ice cream?” She asked after a moment of comfortable silence. “Mines is a mixture between vanilla, strawberry and lemon.” Y/N said, turning to him.

“Who the fucks like lemon ice cream?” Rudy teased her. “Obviously chocolate is the superior one.” He affirmed with confidence.

“That’s what basic ass people say.” She sassed. “I bet you never had lemon ice cream.” Y/N added.

“And you’re totally right sweetie.” Rudy laughed.

“Wait here, I’m gonna change that today.” Y/N said while she got up.

Rudy watched her walk to the ice cream truck, mesmerized and confused. After a couple of minutes she returned with two cups of ice cream, one filled with lemon and strawberry and the other with chocolate and vanilla. Y/N sat again next to the boy who couldn’t help but to giggle and smile at her sudden attitude.

“Taste it.” She order, handing him the cup of lemon ice scream while she placed the other in the middle.

“Oh dear god.” Rudy said out of breath as he held a spoon. He finally tasted lemon ice scream and once the flavor hit his tastebuds Rudy’s nose scrunched up in tiny wrinkles. It was a mixture of sweet and sour.

“It’s good right?” Y/N asked, eager with her hands next to her chest.

“It’s awful.” He said licking his lips.

“You’re full of shit, no it’s not.” Y/N laughed while she ate her ice cream and Rudy got his cup. “You have weak tastebuds.” She added giving him a side eye.

“And you’re just too stubborn to admit that chocolate ice cream is better.” Rudy said. “Admit it.” He laughed getting closer to her, with his spoon up to her mouth.

“Never in a million years, not gonna happen.” Y/N said, moving her head to the sides to avoid the spoon. They were both laughing so loud that a few old couple looked at them.

Y/N got distracted by a kid running and Rudy took the opportunity to shove, gently, the spoon inside her mouth, which made Y/N jump and glare at him, until they laughed at each other.

“Lemon is still better.” Y/N whispered while she cleaned the sides of her mouth.

“You missed a spot.” Rudy pointed to the corner of her lips. “Here.” He moved closer to Y/N, she could feel his body heat next to her legs as he index finger traced her bottom lip, cleaning off the ice cream. She felt his gaze burn her the whole time while he did it, getting flashbacks from the previous night as her cheeks turned slightly red.

“I prefer sweet things, sugar.” He whispered, looking at her, studying Y/N, while he licked clean his finger.

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