Resident Evil x reader (oneshots)

Road Trip (Jake Muller x reader)

x female (could be neutral if you overlook the bra part)
Word Count: 1377

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jakes voice sounded through the empiness of the barren, dusty town we were currently in.

"Of course" I raised a brow at him before zipping up my backpack full of provisions for our trip to come.

"I was asking myself" he muttered, swinging a leg over his bike and starting it.

"Haha" I scowled at him playfully, standing up and throwing the backpack over my shoulder.

He just smirked, "hurry up, we're wasting daylight."

I rolled my eyes, quickly getting onto the motorcycle. I wasn't too fond of them, but it just had to be Jakes choice of vehicle.

I wrapped my arms tightly around his rib area, "please don't kill us Jake."

"You're gonna kill me before we even get going, damn y/n, loosen the death grip, will you?"

I did as asked and rested a cheek on his back, "fine, lets just hurry. The sooner we get there, the sooner I get off this death-mobile."

"If you say so" Sarcasm was heavy in his voice as he started our small journey, quickly getting to a speed I was far from comfortable with.

"Jake! Slow the fuck down before I have a panic attack!" My heart was racing as I clung to Jake for life.

"Hey, you're the one who said hurry. But since you asked so nicely, I'll slow down" he yelled over the sound of the engine.

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Much to my delight, we were finally getting off of the damn motorcycle. Of course there were a dozen incidents where Jake would yell at me to stop crushing his ribs, but it's finally over so that doesn't matter.

We were stopped at a cheap motel in yet another shitty town. The sun was already setting so we really didn't have any other choice.

Jake walked out of the office, keys in hand. He motioned me over with one hand before walking off to find the room.

By the time I'd made my way to him, the door was unlocked.

"They didn't have any two bed rooms left?" I frowned at the thought of how awkward sleeping with Jake would be.

Sure we were always together and acted like a couple. I mean we basically were, but a label was never put on our relationship, not officially.

"Come on, you make it sound like sleeping with me is a bad thing." He had a sly smile as he threw his jacket down on the bed.

I snickered at his remark, placing my own things on a chair in the corner of the room.

"Well, since you hate me so much, I'm going to see if this filthy town has some decent food. You're welcome to come if you can stomach my repulsiveness for the next thirty minutes." He smiled, placing his hands on my waist.

I rested my hands on his shoulders, "y'know. As tempting as it sounds, I have to decline. I need a shower."

"Alright, I'll hurry. Lock the door, I'll take the key. And lock the bathroom door... Take a gun with you too." He leaned down, placing a quick, soft kiss on my lips.

"I'm taking a shower Jake. I'll be fine" I laughed at his over protectiveness and kissed him once more before pulling away.

He sighed, "at least the doors y/n."

"Alright psycho" I smirked before shutting the bathroom door and locking it.

I heard the front door shut before turning on the water.