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You were eating breakfast with Zee, picking at your baked beans. You were absolutely starving but were a bit hesitant to eat an entire bowl of beans. You watched as most of the others ate without complaint, and you couldn’t find a palpable reason to not do the same. You watched as Wayne and Raj fought over their food, Emma quietly stuffed her face full as Bowie talked and Ripper ate multiple bowls.

“This would go great with some milk.” Zee commented, laughing.

“Not right now, sweetie. There’s a challenge today, remember?”

“Oh yeah. Cool.” He goes back to eating, unbothered.

You smile, going back to eating yourself as you mentally prepare yourself for the next challenge.

-

You feel your stomach rumble uncomfortably as Chris begins to explain the challenge and everything begins to click into place as Priya accidently let out a fart which was followed by a cacophony of other campers doing the same. You managed to hold it in, putting a hand on your stomach as it growled.

“That’s why today’s breakfast was baked beans!” Emma exclaimed, putting the pieces together.

“Ugh.” You clutch your stomach even tighter before it rumbles loudly. You let out an embarrassingly loud fart, to which you proceed to cover up your face with your hands. You definitely should’ve skipped breakfast!

“You got some power there, more than just a pretty face.” Ripper comments, smiling smugly.

It takes you a second to realize he’s talking to you and suddenly all the embarrassment starts to wash away as you flush at the compliment. You chuckle lightly, twirling your finger in your hair. “Pretty face? Really?”

“Uh–Yeah.” It looks like he didn’t expect that reaction from you but quickly a shit-eating grin crosses his face. “Yeah, you’re not too bad to look at.”

You giggle again. “Okay, Ripper.” You roll your eyes, but your cheeks are still flushed red.

Bowie and Emma make a disgusted expression at your recuperation, the flirting making them fake gag. You send a nasty look their way before crossing your arms as Chris finally finishes his spiel and blows his infamous air horn that indicates the start of the challenge.

-

Halfway across the island, you go into the girl’s side of the cabin hoping to grab a cigarette when you see Ripper stuffing Millie’s pillow down his pants. He freezes when he sees you having been caught red handed. “Uh—Hi.” He manages.

“Is that Millie’s pillow?”

“Well, yeah, I didn’t want to use my own. I don’t want pink eye.” He says matter of factly, rolling his eyes.

You laugh out loud this time, snorting. “As long as it isn’t mine. Millie is kind of a bitch anyway.” You say, going to your bunk and picking up your mattress, grabbing one of the packs you had hidden there along with your lighter.

“Woah. Didn’t know you hated nerd 1 so much.”

“It’s just, she’s always writing in that notebook and constantly thinks she’s better than everyone else just because she lives a typical suburban lifestyle.” You explain, flicking your lighter a few times to make sure it still works.

He looks at you a bit confusedly before smiling and laughing. “I know! Nerds, right? Always writing words.” He pauses for a moment before walking closer to you, putting a hand on your bed frame. “So…Uh. Smoking. You do that.”

You smile sweetly at his attempt at a conversation. “Yep. Had to quit while I was pregnant with my twins, but I started back up immediately after. Can’t have too much of a good thing, right?” Just as you’re saying that, you cough loudly.

He looks at you with some concern, but you simply put a cigarette in your mouth, about to light it.

“Isn’t there anything you can do besides you know murdering your lungs?”

You mull over the question for a minute before getting an idea. You did have a lot of sex when you were pregnant and it seemed to keep you sane. You put the cigarette back in its box, setting it on your night stand before confirming. “Yeah, there’s a few things we could do.” You take a step closer to him, effectively in his personal space now. “We’ll probably lose the challenge though.”

“Huh? Why would we lose the challenge?” He didn’t seem to mind the closeness, but was just confused.

You roll your eyes before kissing him softly. Your lips connected for a mere second and Ripper turned a new shade of red, beginning to stutter. “Your uh–I mean, I– uh, no, you–” He didn’t step back, but began scratching the back of his head while avoiding eye contact.

“Was that okay?” You ask, a little bit concerned.

He begins to stutter again before stopping for a second. “Yes.” He squeaked out, putting his hands at his side, trying not to fidget.

You kiss him again, happy to feel his body relax in your embrace. You back away as you put a hand to his cheek, biting your lip. You were about to ask if he was really willing to throw the challenge before you let out another obnoxiously loud fart. You are absolutely petrified before he laughs and kisses you for a few seconds before pulling back.

“You’re a 10th level hottie.”

Feeling a bit more relaxed, you kiss him again before pulling him on the rickety bed with you. It just happened to be Millie’s bed. You doubt she’ll mind. Well. She would probably totally mind, but not like she would know what happened. They would just have to not leave any evidence behind.

That thought is left behind as you climb into his lap, keeping your lips connected as you move. He kissed you awkwardly, his hand hovering above your hip for a few seconds before finally settling on your thigh. You take his hand, removing it from your thigh and putting it on your breast in an attempt to encourage him, but he completely freezes up.

You pull back, concerned. “Are you okay, sweetie?” You ask sweetly, attempting to study his expression.

He looks more than hesitant, unwilling to make eye contact with you as he speaks. “I’ve never really done this before. Like the kissing or anything.” He admits, closing his eyes in preparation to be laughed at. His masculinity was at stake, why was he being so vulnerable? One look at your expression was the only answer he needed. 

You kiss his forehead, taking his face into your hands. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t know. You shouldn’t have your first time in some cabin.” You were completely prepared to remove yourself from him and attempt to complete the challenge when he grabs your leg.

“N-No! I want to! You’re really pretty and uh nice and stuff. Just don’t get why you would like me.” 

It was true, Ripper was abrasive most of the time, but you still found him attractive. Hell, you’d probably even find Chase attractive if you didn’t know he’d be willing to cut your car breaks. 

“Are you still okay with losing the challenge?” 

He thinks for a moment before confidently answering. “Fuck the trout.” 

You giggle, pushing him down to the bed as your lips connect with his. You kiss for a few moments before taking a breath. “Let mommy take care of you, baby.” 

You can feel his reaction to your words digging into your stomach. Smiling, you move your head downwards to his crotch, while you unbutton his pants and unzip his fly. Pulling his cock out from his boxers, you take a minute to admire it. It’s heavy in your hand, almost four inches in length but thick and girthy. Getting closer, you smell a strong scent of sweat and musk as you take his length into your mouth.

You sloppily suck on the tip of his penis, spit beginning to pool around your lips and drip down your chin. He grunts, settling a hand on the back of your head, gripping your hair. You feel his grip tighten every time you take more of it into your mouth, with a mischievous grin you completely swallow his cock, barely gagging as your nose is buried within his pubes. His grip immediately tightens, tugging your hair as he suddenly cums down your throat. You keep still as he finishes, swallowing all of his semen before you open your mouth, sitting up.

You wipe the spit from your mouth as you watch Ripper recharge. He was in a bit of a daze, and you used the downtime to pull your shirt over your head. It takes a bit of effort as the fabric gets stuck on your large breasts. It takes a strong tug to get it over your head, revealing your sizable bra. It looked like it was about to break with the weight of your tits, the fabric threatening to snap.

Ripper is obviously mesmerized by the way your fleshy tits spill out of your bra. “It unclips in the front.” You tell him, pointing to the simple clip and smiling. He hurriedly goes to unclip it, his fingers obviously sweaty and nervous, fidgeting as he unclips it. The bra practically pops off, your breasts bouncing out and you can hear Ripper gulp. 

“You like them, baby?” You say in a sultry voice, putting your hands around your tits and squeezing.

“Haha, Y-Yeah. They’re…Big.” He says awkwardly, his hands hovering over your breasts as he hesitates to touch them. You move forward encouragingly, letting his hands graze over your boobs for a second before he grabs them gently, massaging them a bit. “Uh–Tell me if I’m doing something wrong.” 

“You’re doing great, baby, do you want a taste?” You say, trying not to bite your lip in anticipation. 

Ripper turns completely red at that, taking another glance at your breasts before nodding. You lay back, tugging his arm to pull him on top of you. His head immediately goes to your chest, hesitating only for a moment before taking your nipple into his mouth. He seems to know what to do instinctively and begins sucking gently. It’s not enough to get your milk flowing, but it is enough to get your arousal growing. 

You move your hand down his back, lifting up his shirt. He takes his head off of your tits for just a moment to allow you to remove it before going back to sucking. You can tell by the noises he’s making and the growing hardness rubbing against your leg that he is getting into this. His chest presses up against your stomach, and the skin to skin contact is making your head swim. 

His fists tighten around the tit he wasn’t suckling on and the sudden pressure makes you moan. You feel your milk flow into his mouth for a moment before he jumps back. “What the heck is that?!” He doesn’t seem angry, just genuinely surprised. 

You blush, stuttering a bit before calmly explaining. “Oh, um, I–Lactate. Haven’t stopped since I gave birth to my kids.” You chuckle awkwardly. “They’re still young–so…”

Ripper looks even more confused. 

Right. Your type is outrageously oblivious guys. Zee was proof of that. “My tits make milk, baby.” 

“Boobs can do that?!” 

You laugh genuinely, before squeezing your tit, allowing more milk to drip out. 

“That’s wicked.” 

“Honey, as much as I’d love for you to suck on my tits all day…We’re kind of on a time limit. Do you wanna take this thing further, or…Catch up with our team?” 

“Taking things further! I vote for that!” He says excitedly before you drag him back onto the bunk bed, giggling as you kiss him again. 

“We’re definitely going to lose the challenge, but I don’t want to not show up at all…Is it okay if we move this a bit quick?” You felt a little guilty for letting Ripper have his first time in a cabin, but also having to rush it. Well, your first time wasn’t exactly the epitome of romance, you barely remember it even. You’ll definitely make sure he remembers this. 

“Uh, yeah, cool with me.” He says, laughing awkwardly.

You shimmy out of your booty shorts as he tugs down his underwear. You don’t find the need to wear underwear, and you can feel the stickiness of your wetness as you take off your shorts, discarding them in a place where you can see them. You’ve had too many times where you’ve just thrown your clothes and spent forever looking for them. You chuckle to yourself as you push Ripper down onto Millie’s bunk before climbing into his lap. 

Ripper palms at your ass, squeezing your cheeks. Before you can really notice it building in your stomach you let out a large wet fart. Your cheeks turn red as you move your hands to cover your face before you hear another rumbling fart. The bed practically moves with the force of it. Ripper lets out a loud laugh, as he grabs your ass even harder. 

You chuckle lightly before admitting. “I swear it’s usually not that bad.” 

“I like it. You’ve got some power, and a good stink factor too.” He adds after a not so subtle sniff. 

“Ripper.” You say seriously, trying to get him to focus. You give him a questioning expression before he clears his throat. 

“Uh–Yeah, right. Sorry.” He says, his hardness digging into your stomach but he seems hesitant to do anything about it. 

You roll your eyes playfully before shifting your hips upwards. “Get ready for a ride, big boy.” That’s the only warning you give him before you sink down on his cock completely, biting your lip in satisfaction as you feel full. You start moving almost immediately, smiling as Ripper almost falls over, groaning in pleasure. 

His hands grip your waist as he encourages you to move faster even as his head falls backwards, letting out moan after moan as you ride him. “That’s it baby, you’re doing so good. Let mommy take care of you.” You mutter to him before focusing on your rhythm. You knew he wasn’t going to last very long. 

“I-I can’t I-” He mutters out before groaning, unable to talk. 

“It’s okay baby. Let it out. I’ve got you.” You reassure him, putting your hand on his shoulder as he almost falls over as he finishes inside you. You hold his head in your hands as he groans, still suffering from aftershock before he moans loudly as you lift your hips up. You feel cum running down your leg as you stand up. “It’s okay, you can take a minute.” 

You look around for something to clean yourself up with as Ripper takes a moment to recover. You get a slightly dry makeup wipe you find near your nightstand, cleaning your legs and your labia before you go to put on your small shorts. “You okay, baby?” You look back to Ripper who finally sat up. 

“That was friggin awesome.” He comments, going to put on his underwear.

“You’re not going to clean up?” 

“Pssh, cleaning is for losers, we gotta go. We can probably still win this thing.” Ripper says as he hastily puts on his clothes. 

You giggle a bit as you clip your bra back on, putting on your leopard print crop top. “Since when do you care about winning?” 

“I just don’t want to get kicked off, or worse, get you kicked off. I really want to do this again.” 

“Oh, baby, you like me that much? You’re making me blush.” You say, now fully clothed walking over to Ripper as he hastily puts his shirt on. You walk up behind him, hugging him. 

He turns around, hugging you back before kissing you sloppily. You indulge in it for a few seconds, your tongues twisting together before you pull back. “Let’s go baby, we’ve got a bit of a trek to do.” 

-

You two run as fast as possible to the finish line and you are surprised to see you aren’t dead last. Priya, Damien and Millie aren’t even there yet. Landing on the trout carpet, you look to the other side to see all of the frogs there. Chris announces the win and Zee and Chase sigh out in defeat.

As soon as he does, Priya, Damien and Millie come running. “We’re here! We’re here!” 

“Where were you guys! Even Ripper showed up before you!” Chase says, crossing his arms and pouting. 

“And that means the Ferocious Trout are up for elimination! I’ll meet you all at the campfire tonight!” 

Damien was eliminated and Zee and Ripper were happily chatting with you on the way to your cabin. Maybe this whole island thing wasn’t that bad after all.

(guys look at this cool edit i did, if u havent guessed the reader is just a jessie insert lol im gonna update my zee fanfic with one too)