nsfw ; mdni āvirgin! rodrick heffley putting on the condom the wrong way
his lips were on yours like he simply couldnāt get enoughābecause he probably couldnāt. hands wandered everywhere, squeezing your thighs, sliding up your waist, slipping under your shirt to cup the soft curve of your breast. the kiss itself was sloppy in that raw, reckless way only hormone-fuelled teenage desperation could conjure, mouths parting just enough for him to groan into you before you pressed your tongue past his lips, drawing a muffled sound of surprise.
at one point, you felt the heated stiffness of his cock, still straining against the fabric of his boxers, brush against your stomach, drawing a gasp from you that dissolved into a frustrated tug at his hair. the action earned a muffled, āmghmā¦ā from deep in his throat. somewhere in the back of your mind, you pictured gregās disgusted expression and his dramatic gagging. āewā¦ you guys are eating each otherās faces,ā heād probably say, and youād almost laughāif it werenāt for the fact that youāre so damn breathless.
āwaitāhold on,ā rodrick mumbled, breaking away, a thin string of saliva bridging your lips, leaving them feeling swollen and more than a little sensitive. his lips were flushed, red from the kiss, and he was still breathing hard as he fumbled blindly for the nightstand, hand knocking over a soda can before finally grabbing the condom. he tore the packet open with his teethābecause, of course, heād have to make it look coolāand then squinted at the contents. he turned it one way, then the other, like he was trying to solve some kind of puzzle. āuhā¦ hang on,ā
you bit your lip, watching as rodrick try to roll it down. the look of frustration on his face was endearingāthe pink of his tongue poking out slightly as he concentrated, a tiny crease forming between his brows. ārodrick,ā you said, finally unable to hold back your giggle.
āthe condom. itās inside out,ā
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