I love Tarzan! Reader, but imagine her with Jane! Bob or Bradley 😭 i could just imagine the flustered mess bob would be
Poor Bob would be so flustered around her 😭😭😭
I think Reader would be ALLLLLLLLL over him, and Bob would NOT know what to do with himself because 1) He doesn’t want to take advantage of her. She doesn’t know what she’s doing, and it wouldn’t be right to take advantage of her naivety. 2) She has no concept of privacy and tries to undo his pants right there in the middle of camp in front of EVERYONE.
“Darlin’, please,” he begs her, detaching her hands from his belt. She pouts up at him, batting her eyelashes at him.
“Want, please,” she states simply, making to grab at him again. Bob flushes at the sound of the snickering coming from all around him.
“Darlin’, let’s go talk in my tent, yeah?” He utters, tugging on her hands gently to lead her away from the group and towards his tent. He can explain to her in private why she can’t be doing things like that. Several whoops and hollers come from around him as he starts to lead her off, and his cheeks shine a bright shade of crimson while you look like the cat who just got the cream.
Now Bradley on the other hand, would be a lot more willing to acquiesce to you, I feel like. He’s told you that sex and other activities are just between you and him, and you nodded your understanding.
So when the two of you are sitting around the campfire with the other expedition members, Bradley is all too aware when your body language changes.
You’re sitting on his lap, curled up under a blanket and watching as Bradley and the others laugh at a joke you don’t understand, but the feeling of Bradley’s body moving underneath you is enough to get you going.
You shift so that you’re straddling his lap, pressing your nose against his neck as you cling to his shoulders. Slowly, subtly, you begin to rock your hips against his, pressing a searing kiss to that spot just below his ear. Bradley’s breath catches in his throat as his hands tighten on your hips.
“Honey,” he warns lowly, the timbre of his voice sending a shiver up your spine that has you purring in delight. You nip at the same spot, causing Bradley to choke on a moan that he attempts to cover up with a cough. He pulls you back, fixing you with a stern look as you bat your eyelashes at him in faux innocence. He stares at you for a moment, considering before turning his attention to the group.
“She’s tired,” he announces easily, moving you to stand. “I think we’re gonna turn in for the night.”