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if anyways told you that tonight you would be tangled in the sheets between a certain blonde girl and a certain brunette boy, a doll for them to settle their arguments on who was better with women (both to flirt with and fuck), you would have laughed in their faces. they weren’t the type of people you would willingly associate with, not in elementary school back when you first met them, nor now while you were starting out in college, trying to study your way into earning the necessary degrees for the high-paying career of your dreams.

regina george has been the queen bee at every single school she’s ever attended and the poster girl for popular mean girls, using her charms and dangerously attractive appearance to get whatever and whoever she wants. she’s unapologetically cruel and manipulative, thinking she was above her peers simply because of her family’s wealth and status, and is frequently seen gossiping and speaking poorly of others behind their backs a heartbeat after complimenting them with a smile. she’s bad news, and everyone knows it, yet no one could really stay away from her or could go without seeking her approval, even if they wanted to. she’s tried multiple times to recruit you in her ranks before throughout the years, insisting that you were far too pretty to have your nose stuck in a book twenty-four-seven, but you were able to see that she was a snake underneath the sparkly makeup she wore and politely declined her offer. you became a bullying target shortly after that under the accusation of thinking you were “too good to be her friend.” although, she was too afraid of getting in trouble with the administration for mistreating a “star student” when she was already so close to suspension, so it never went any further than spreading petty rumors or calling you names, but it was plenty enough for you to decide to never associate with her unless absolutely necessary. 

rodrick heffley was the black sheep of his typical suburban family who placed expectations on him that made him desperate to break out of them, causing him to eventually fall in love with the rebellious punk-rock aesthetic and the music. rather than focus on his studies, he much preferred to put all of his time and energy into the budding garage band he started with his friends, constantly scribbling in his notebook to refine his ideas and come up with new songs. of course, there’s nothing wrong with being passionate about your hobbies, but it got to the point where he cared about nothing else and was nearly failing all of his classes. as a result, you were asked to step in before he would need to repeat the grade, which irritated you as he was clearly much more interested in flirting instead. he also seemed to love pretending to be more stupid than he actually was in order for you to answer the question for him, get frustrated, and move on. by some miracle, you managed to help pull his grades up to where he was barely passing, but you swore to never do it again because you could feel your brain cells actively dying with every moment you spent with him. 

then there was you, the model student who was used as a shining example for others to follow, the easy candidate pick for student council president, a straight a student with nothing but compliments from teachers, multiple trophies and ribbons decorating your room, and a full-ride scholarship to where you were currently attending. you didn’t have the same popularity as the plastics that were built on the influence and fear they garnered from their peers, but rather, you were highly respected and loved because of the time and energy you put into bettering yourself and anyone else who asked nicely. you don’t like to think too highly of yourself and risk coming off as conceited or slacking off after losing sight of your goals, but you were quite proud of all you have achieved and the reputation you built. 

so with all of that in mind, you didn’t think you were ever going to have a real interaction with either of them ever again, but when you reluctantly allowed yourself to get dragged along with some friends to a frat party in heels and cute dresses to drink the night away before the weekend started, it was only inevitable for the night to go somewhere you didn’t expect.

from the second you stepped in among the crowd of strangers sweaty from dancing for hours, you could already feel eyes following your every move as you took a drink from the bowl of boozy fruit punch. you were unsure of the exact reason, if it was because people were surprised to see you in a place like this or if it was because you were showing more skin in this borrowed outfit than usual, but whatever the reason, you weren’t sure if you enjoyed it or not, confused on whether you wanted to hide away from the creeps who were staring so intently or if you wanted to be more confident about your presence. 

you thought it was some jocks making fun of you, making crude comments about your appearance, and generally just being unsavory about your situation. little did you know, it was actually rodrick heffley and regina george sizing you up from across the room, an ongoing argument between them making the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. nearby onlookers weren’t sure who started the catfight that brought the two polar opposites together, but one thing was clear, it was that neither of them was willing to let it go until there was a determined victor, and it seemed as though they had chosen you to be their tie-breaker. 

the topic of the discussion at hand? if rodrick was able to pull girls the same way regina did.

she has this “special talent” where women detested her and thought of her as a devil come to earth, yet they were unable to deny that they understood why boys threw themselves at her without any self-respect and would freeze up whenever she got a little too close to be considered just friendly, even if they swore they were straight.

him, on the other hand, had girls avoiding him like he was the plague, even if he was rather easy on the eyes if you looked closely. he’s been labeled as a weirdo by the student body because of his less popular tastes shaping who he was as a person. not only that, he also couldn’t flirt to save his life, often grossing them out with his attempts to sound cool and annoying them with his persistence once they’ve made it clear they weren’t interested. he’s harmless compared to the other boys, just a desperate loser who was trying anything under the sun to get others to notice him in a romantic light.

he had insisted that he could pull anyone at this party, and the blonde’s smug eyes started wandering before landing on a certain unexpected attendee. she didn’t have the foggiest idea why you were here in the first place since it really wasn’t your scene, but she wasn’t going to complain when you were absolutely perfect for this experiment just as you were perfect in everything else.

oh, poor rodrick, of course someone like him wouldn’t be able to interest someone like you— you’re completely out of his league! maybe that’s why she decided to approach you as well after seeing the boy fail so miserably, not wanting to let you out of her sight during this golden opportunity since she was feeling flirtatious. unlike him, she was successful in baiting you into conversation, being a little cheeky and mischievous, just to annoy him and show him how it’s done. she could see the mild interest forming on your face with the alcohol starting to flow and rendering you incapable of resisting her charms, and she could also see the drummer getting increasingly more determined to engage in this little tug-of-war with you in the middle of it all.

it was highly unlike for you to be entertaining this petty bickering, and it was even more unlike for you to follow them upstairs when you knew exactly where the night was heading, but you must admit, you were curious about who would come out on top (both literally and figuratively). you’ll blame it on being a lightweight tomorrow morning, just in case anyone notices and asks about it, not daring to tell the truth that you just wanted to see what would happen between two people who were as stubborn as mules. 

besides, regardless of your reputation as a model student who could do no wrong in the eyes of authoritative figures, you were far from a virgin, which was made evident by how willing you were to be their doll for the evening to decide the winner of their stupid argument. being number one in academics, who was expected to do amazing things in the future, was stressful in ways you didn’t expect them to understand, but they didn’t need to. 

all they had to do was make you call out their name instead of the others to settle this debate, becoming increasingly excited as they stripped you of your clothing, more so because of your perfect body underneath the fabric rather than the actual competition set.  

just like their drastic differences in personality, the way they approached pleasuring you couldn’t be more different. rodrick was full of passion in a way that was both embarrassing and endearing at the same time. he barely knows what he’s doing when he keeps his head dipped between your thighs with his tongue licking long stripes up your dripping slit, sloppy and uncoordinated with fiery determination to make you moan and cum all over his lower face.

“god, you’re so useless,” the blonde scoffed, carelessly pushing his head closer to your core, “keep eating her out like that, and you’re not going to get anywhere. it’s not even a competition at this point, it’s just pathetic.” god, what was she thinking earlier? this loser was definitely a virgin who was ruining the entire experience, she couldn’t help but sigh, turning her attention back to you. “i should have brought you up here without him, just the two of us, it would be so much nicer…”

he rolled his eyes, but kept his mouth shut and focused on the task at hand. for once, he was actually trying to put his mind to use on what to do to make you feel good by studying your expressions, quickly realized that stimulating the sensitive button at the top sent shivers up your spine like it was nothing, and got to work on swirling his tongue around it. 

“ah, fuck!”

for those few seconds, he could feel his head swimming and becoming hazy without any thoughts, falling deep into what could only be described as a spell after hearing you

quickly realizing that he was a faster learner than she initially thought, regina quickly pushed him away, making him scowl in return, “what the hell?”

“wipe your mouth before talking, idiot,” she sneered, moving in to kiss you on the lips and trailing her hand down to where you wanted her most.

regina was cold and calculated, with each move being carefully thought out, her fingers ghosting over your heat as she whispered obscenities in your ear. she didn’t want to hear you whimpering just yet, she wanted to hear you whine and beg for more. it was such a shock to her to know that you weren’t a prude and just as down to get freaky as she was, so she wanted to hear all of your pretty noises while being denied what you wanted, gaining so much satisfaction to have you at her mercy after you used to turn up your nose at her. there was a part of her deep down that knew she always wanted this, having you at her mercy and looking up at her with those doe eyes.

two of her fingers pushed in with ease, using the slick that accumulated as a lube to allow them to slide in with ease. she was going to choose to ignore the other boy’s spit dirtying her skin, not wanting to ruin the moment now that he’s been temporarily removed from the equation, and she had all of your attention on her. you helplessly held onto her arm as she curled her fingers within you, listening to her giggle at the obvious effect it had on you. her experience with girls was making itself known with how she was behaving like she knew your body better than you did yourself. one could almost be convinced this wasn’t her first time engaging intimately with you. 

“oh, please—!”

“that’s it,” she cooed, relishing the feeling of your velvety walls tightening around her as her thumb circled your clit. “please who? just say my name, and i’ll give you everything you want…”

the way she worked her dexterous fingers nearly had you giving in before the forgotten third decided to join again after watching for a bit as though he was entranced by the sight, lowering his head to your chest to suck on one of your perk nipples to keep his mouth busy. his erection was borderline painful at this point, letting out a sharp hissing sound as he not-so-subtly began to try and rub himself off on the softness of your thighs. normally, you would have bullied him or maybe even have pushed him off over how pathetic he was for needing to hump you like a dog in heat, but you were so lost in the warmth that you didn’t even mind in the least bit.  

the attention on you was addicting in a way you couldn’t explain, even more so than the high of being praised for your academics and being placed above your peers on an untouchable pedestal. this was two people being just as desperate for you as you were for them, burning hot at their touch and listening to their soft sighs with their eyes transfixed where regina’s hand was connected to your fluttering pussy. 

“god, ‘m so close!” the familiar sensation of a knot tightening in your abdomen made itself known, tensing even more with every passing second, and threatening to snap at any moment with her fingers ruthlessly thrusting into you. 

“aw, are you, baby? are you gonna cum for mommy?” she’s just as cruel in the bedroom as she is behind other people's backs, but no matter what she’s doing, she always has a sneer look on her face. 

“fuck, regina!” you let out a cry as your climax finally washed over you, making you erupt in full-body shivers with your toes curling, and stars flickering in your vision. 

she couldn’t help but snicker at the way you called out her name, so lowly and pitiful as a sharp contrast to your usual sharp tone, “looks like i’m the winner, roddy.”

“don’t call me that,” he glared, his ego clearly bruised from losing. still, the night wasn’t over, far from it actually. he wasn’t going to leave and lick his wounds while leaving the both of you to have your own fun, he was going to make you call out his name in the same soft tone as you did for her, even if it killed him. while the blonde was annoyed at his persistence, she wasn’t about to kick him out just yet, not when she was planning to hammer in the fact that she would be the only one who could get you reduced to such a sticky mess, not him.

request: Not sure if you saw the tik toks of Rodrick x Regina George but maybe have that with Reader in the middle? 👀

“HOW WAS THAT?”

You ask, looking at Rodrick who has a smile on his face, you just got done singing a new song you wrote for the band. You were pretty nervous about it too, it was one that gave you writer’s block since you wanted to be perfect.

“You always sound good,” Rodrick comments, laying back on the couch manspreading; gripping onto the drumsticks he held in his hand.

“I’m happy you liked it.” You question, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, you walk over to where he’s sitting, immediately taking your seat on his lap, taking his sticks out of his hand, placing it on the couch cushion, as his hands cups your waist, moving slowly towards your ass, squeezing it while he captures your soft lips with his after staring deeply into your eyes.

You knew what you two were doing was bad, intimacy between band mates was against the rules so no conflict were to ever happen if breakups were to concur but the magnetic pull that keeps bringing you two together since you met is so strong that you can’t just walk away from those feelings.

Whenever he looks at you when he thinks you are not looking, it gets you all giddy inside, the butterflies that form in your stomach whenever you sing in front of him because his opinion always mattered the most out of everyone.

His hands grips the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head breaking the kiss for only a second, he unclamps your bra, discarding to the ground as you grind over his growing bulge that you can tell was aching to be released from the restraints of his jeans. 

Your hands travel down to his lower waist, unbuttoning his jeans, zipping down the zipper while you lift your body for a minute so he can take off both his jeans and his boxers, his hard cock springing up once it’s released. 

“Let me check the waters,” Rodrick says, bringing his hand under your skirt, feeling the wet spot on your panties, a smirk tugs on the corner of his lips as he pulls your panty to the side, lining up his tip to your entrance. “Look at my princess, all wet for me.” 

Your face heats up at his comment as you sink down slowly, biting down on your bottom lip as you enjoy every inch until you flush against his pelvis.

You hold on to his shoulders as you start to grind your hips slowly to get used to his length briefly before you start to bounce up and down on his cock. You squeeze your eyes shut from how good he feels inside of you. It was like your pussy was made only for him as it fits perfectly better than your ex ever did.

His hands grip your waist tightly as he guides your movements, the sounds of your moans mingling with each other filling the garage as if anyone was to walk by, they would hear what was going on and it excites you more.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, keeping eye contact with you as you continue bouncing, loving the squelching noises your pussy was making. You moans spill out your mouth as you’re loving every second of this. 

Rodrick arms wrap around your waist stopping all movement as he holds you while getting up, placing you on your stomach near the edge of the couch not disconnecting from your greedy cunt.

“If only you can see how pretty you are as you take all of me,” He comments, admiring the sight beneath him as he rolls his hips into you, soft moans escaping out of your slightly parted mouth as you grip the couch.

“Perfect, little pussy suckin’ me right in,” He groans as he keeps his pace looking into your pretty eyes. “Fuck— please…” you whimper.

“Please what? Use your words, tell me what you want, love,” Rodrick watches you try to form complete sentences as he thrust deeper inside of you, your moans filling his ears. He smirks once again, knowing he got you too fucked out to talk. 

Your boobs bouncing with each thrust, he looks at your sweat-slick belly, he reaches down to your breasts and his mouth trails down the valley of your breasts, biting and nibbling on the soft flesh, tongue swirling on the marks forming on your skin as his saliva leaves wet spots behind.

"So soft for me, (name), look at you" he huffs out, trailing downwards, reaching your stomach and something in his eyes change a shade darker, pounding into your cunt, the mewls in response from you drives him crazy, his mind going to places he shouldn't but the only thing that came to his mind was you full with his baby, your belly so round and soft. It would be one way to mark you as his, to stop all the guys from flirting with you after shows.

“Please… let me come,” you finally get out as you dig your nails into his back. 

“Go ahead, come all over my cock,” he groans as he uses his fingers to rub on your clit. Your cunt clenching around his dick, and your body starts to convulse, painting not only his cock but his lower waist as well with your release. 

“Good girl,” Rodrick praises in your ear as you try to catch your breath. “Gonna fill you up real good, would you like that, love?” He pounds harder and deeper as his cock twitches inside your cunt loving the sight of you nodding your head yes to his question, your gummy walls gripping him tighter. “You’d look so beautiful while carrying my child,” He places his hand on your stomach as he is picturing the sight. 

The mere images made his cock twitch inside you, your lewd noises of overstimulation just making it hard to back off from actually doing it, the pace he set is ruthless, pounding inside your sopping hole, slippery with your juices as he chases his end. 

Your lips parted, whined spewing out of your mouth as he fucks you, hitting the spongy spot repeatedly, nearing his own orgasm as he fills you up to the brim with his hot white spurts of seeds.

His breath warm on your neck, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist, perfectly fitting inside, hitting the spots in an angle never before, catching up with his depleted air levels as he looks down at your fucked out state, hands connected while your bodies connected as well with his cock still buried deep to the hilt inside your warm core, the images still plagues his mind. 

Rodrick slowly pulls out and as he does, he watches some of his cum ooze from your hole, he scoops it up and pushes it back into your pussy earning a whimper to escape your mouth.

“I know baby, just needed to make sure none of it goes to waste, let’s clean you up,” he picks you up in bridal style, you snuggle in his chest while he carries you inside your home, leading you to the bathroom, happy of what’s to come in the future, putting aside the thought of the band finding out your secret relationship.

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Your eyes are practically closing, and you can't keep them open for half a minute "No, absolutely not." you whisper, with a tired smile and a half-yawn. He looks at you puzzled, before leaning in and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Well, then I'd say it's time to say goodnight. You look like my brother when he's trying to fight off sleep while sitting on the toilet first thing in the morning." a spontaneous smile played on his lips, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Come on, I'm not that bad" you pat him on the head, and push him off "I'm not sleepy anymore, thank you very much." you say sarcastically, holding back a yawn. You sit on the edge of the bed and look at the clock on his bedside table.

"It's 1:37 a.m., not bad" before you can get up, his hands move quickly around your waist "Come back here" he murmurs, pulling you back towards him "Rodrick!" you try to wriggle away, but you don't have the strength to even try.

"Ugh, do you always have to act like this?" he looks at you sideways, letting you go for a few seconds "Only with you." he whispers mischievously before grabbing your arm and pressing you against him. His lips are quick, reaching your neck in an instant.

"No, no, Rodrick! you're tickling me!" you can't stop laughing before you grab his arms and stop them in mid-air "Enough..." you whisper, exhausted "Come on." he says, moving his arms and freeing himself from your grip.

You notice something different in his demeanor, as if he's more vulnerable "If I told your brother how you act towards me, he'd probably want to throw up." you laugh, teasing him. His face immediately turns serious, returning to his usual mocking look.

"Don't you dare..." he warns. The last time something like this happened, he didn't speak to you for about a week and a half "What's the matter, Heffley, are you afraid of your little brother?" you prod, grinning.

He watches you without saying anything, only when you move and finally get up from the bed, does he start to stir "You little-!" you try to reach the door as quickly as possible, but he's faster and catches up to you in a flash.

"What did you think you were doing, huh?" you laugh, turning to him "Exactly what you thought." he pulls you towards him and you both walk to the bed, until he throws you on it.

"Do you remember how it ended last time? I didn't speak to you for..." he pretended to think "Two weeks?" you look at him, raising an eyebrow "Not exactly, it was like a half." and you throw the pillow closest to you at him.

It lands right in his face unexpectedly, and he looks at you as if you've done the worst thing in the world "You want to put it that way? Then watch." he jumps on you and grabs your wrists, bringing them above your head. You move, but his body has you pinned down.

"Nice shot, Heffley." you whisper, leaning in and kissing him on the lips. It's a slow, sweet kiss, just how he likes it. You pull back and see that his cheeks are slightly red. His grip on your wrists loosens, and he slides his hands down your body. You can't help but let out a little squeal of excitement.

He moves his mouth down to your neck again, but this time he doesn't tickle you. You feel his teeth sink lightly into your skin, before leaving hickeys on your flesh. A sudden moan escapes you and you run a hand through his hair, pulling him towards you to kiss him again.

When he pulls back, his lips are slightly swollen "Your filler is nice" and you laugh, kissing him all over his face. He frowns and smirks "Mhm, sure" and he snuggles up next to you, one hand moving up and down your side "I think-" he yawns.

"That I'm really sleepy now." and he looks at you as if he's drunk. He's already gone, his eyelids fluttering shut, and within five minutes he's snoring. You smile, rolling onto your side and stroking his messy hair until you fall asleep.

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From the same series:

⤷ 𝘍𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 (Warnings: none. Synopsis: You want to sleep but Rodrick keeps keeping you awake.)

𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

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Rodrick's room is a mess, but you're used to it. Low lights, wrinkled sheets, a Löded Diper t-shirt thrown on the nightstand, and his half-broken amplifier humming in the background.

You're there, lying on his bed with your head buried in his pillow, while he pounds away on the drums as if he was playing at the height of a world tour and not in his room, late at night.

"Rodrick, I swear to God, if you don't stop... I'll smother you with the pillow." He doesn't respond, or rather: he laughs, but without stopping. He's being a bastard on purpose, and you know it.

"Come on," he says between shots, without even turning around. "Just five more minutes." "You said 'five more minutes' twenty minutes ago, I'm about to die." "Die in style, then, with a chilling soundtrack."

You huff and turn to the side, tired, exhausted, your temples pounding. You're here to spend the night with him, not to be tortured by his inner drummer at indecent hours.

After a few more seconds - which seem like an eternity - he finally stops. A final, sharp thump, then silence. You hear him huff and drop his drumsticks somewhere. The stool creaks as he rises, and then the mattress dips behind you.

"Hey," he says, his voice hoarse and thick. You feel him slowly approaching, his arm brushing against yours. "Are you offended?" "No," you reply dryly. "I'm just praying you get an infection." "Hot."

You laugh slightly, even though you're tired. Rodrick leans closer, and his breath touches your neck. You feel his warm hand run slowly over your waist. There's something sweet in that gesture, even if he would never admit it.

"You should have told me you were so fucked up," he whispers. "I'd let you sleep first." "Bullshit, you like torturing me." "Just a little." You roll onto your back, meeting Rodrick's gaze in the dim glow of his desk lamp.

His fingers trace lazy circles on your stomach through the thin fabric of your sleep shirt, his touch gentle despite the rough skin from years of drumming. "Fuck, I'm tired," you mutter, closing your eyes for a second too long.

Rodrick's hand slides up to rest against your cheek, thumb brushing your temple. "Then stop talking," he says, but there's no bite to it. You groan in response, but don't protest as Rodrick's fingers move from your temple to your hairline, threading gently through the strands.

His touch is light and deliberate, as if he's trying to soothe you... or maybe just appreciating how he can do this to you - knock you out with exhaustion, then keep you awake.

"You're lucky I don't smother you," you murmur, opening your eyes to slits. His face is close now, lips curled into that infuriating half-smirk that means he's amused by you. His dark eyes shine in the dim light, reflecting the glow of his overloaded desk lamp.

"Lucky?" "Yeah, lucky. You're lucky I care enough about you to stay here while you torture me." You stretch lazily under his touch, the exhaustion still weighing on you but somehow eased by his presence.

His fingers keep working through your hair, slow and methodical, as if he's memorizing the way it feels. The steady pressure helps you relax, your muscles loosening one by one.

"You're lucky I don't kick you out," he counters, but there's no real threat in it. His thumb traces the curve of your ear before moving back to your temple. "If you were anyone else, I'd let you leave."

"Oh, sure," you scoff, but don't move away from his hand. Rodrick hums in response, his fingers still moving through your hair with practiced ease. His touch is warm, grounding, and you let your eyes drift closed again, focusing only on the way his hand feels against your scalp.

The mattress dips slightly as he shifts his weight, bringing himself closer, and you sense his breath against your cheek before his lips graze the shell of your ear. "You're gonna fall asleep on me?" he murmurs, voice rough and low.

You make a noncommittal sound, half groan, half sigh. His mouth brushes the side of your neck next and your breathing falters, but you don't open your eyes. Not yet. His mouth stays there, warm and firm, his lips pressing just enough to send a slow tingle down your spine.

You're too tired to respond properly, but your body betrays you anyway - your fingers curl slightly against his wrist where it rests near your shoulder. "Don't," he whispers, barely audible.

Your eyelids flutter open at that. Rodrick's face is inches from yours now, dark and unreadable in the low light. His eyes search yours for a second too long, something unspoken passing between you.

His hand moves from your hair to cradle the side of your neck, thumb brushing over the pulse point beneath your jaw. His lips are still close enough that you can feel his exhale ghost over your skin, warm and steady.

He watches you intently, waiting for something - permission, a reaction, a sign you're still awake enough to care. "Rodrick," you murmur, his name slipping out softer than you intended. His thumb pauses against your jaw, pressing lightly before resuming its slow motion.

"You're really gonna sleep now?" His voice is rough, lower than before, carrying something you don't quite recognize. There's something almost... tender in it, despite the teasing edge. You should be tired. You are tired.

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From the same series:

⤷ 𝘍𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 - 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐 (Warnings: none. Synopsis: you prod each other until you fall asleep.)

𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

then there’s mr. heffley, who’s suspiciously nice to you. he goes out of his way to make sure that sure the house is spotless when you come over, almost like he’s worried you’ll wise up to what a disaster rodrick can be and leave. every time rodrick says something dumb, mr. heffley’s shoulders tense, and he sneaks glances at you, hoping you don’t suddenly see you’re too good for his son.

and manny… well, you do your best to steer clear of that kid whenever you can.

it’s a typical dinner at the heffleys’. you’re seated next to rodrick, his hand resting on your knee under the table as he gives you a lopsided grin between bites. across from you, greg keeps sneaking glances at your chest. little perv.

once everyone’s settled with their plates, susan clears her throat, leaning forward with a bright, overly cheerful smile. “y/n,” she starts, clasping her hands like she’s about to impart some life-changing advice, “it’s just wonderful that you and rodrick are so… close.” she gives an small, knowing nod, and rodrick stiffens next to you.

“it’s very important,” she continues, picking up a carrot stick and an onion ring, “for young people in a… special relationship to be, you know…” she pauses, clearly hunting for the most embarrassing words possible, before adding, “prepared for close situations.” she looks at you and then at rodrick, before doing a little… mime with the carrot and onion ring. greg yelps, “MOM!” and pretends to gag, slapping both hands over his face like he’s been scarred for life. mr. heffley chokes on his mashed potatoes, reaching for his water with wide eyes.

“just remember,” she says, completely oblivious to the horror around her, “things can get… spicy, but a smart girl like you knows to have… protection.” she gives another exaggerated nod, waving her “lesson” props before setting them down, satisfied. rodrick’s hand tightens on your knee, and he mutters, “oh my god, kill me now,” through gritted teeth, trying to keep his cool despite the absolute humiliation.

“Uhhh you look so hot in it.” Rodrick drooled at the sight in front of him. Absorbing every curve and dip of your body exposed to him was the only thing running through his mind at the moment.

“Do you think its okay if i-”

“Yeahhhh.” He nodded without a second thought, letting the words slip out of his mouth.

“Rodrick! Are you even paying attention!”

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🏖️Once you reach the beach he does not ever leave your side

🏖️His hand is glued to your hip

🏖️He acts like a guard dog, giving the death stare to anyone who would put their puny disgusting eyes on his gorgeous girlfriend.

🏖️It’s also his way of staking his claim and showing everyone else that he managed to get someone as hot as you

🏖️You have to force Rodrick to put some sunscreen on himself.

🏖️He doesn’t like the feel of sunscreen on his skin but the alternative was having a burnt boyfriend for the next 2 weeks whose skin would start peeling off like a lizard.

🏖️

“Come on babe it’s just a bit of sunscreen it's not going to hurt.” Rodrick grimaced, he hated the feeling of a wet cream on his skin not to mention the odd smell that it always had.

“I’m fine, I don’t need sunscreen. I’m naturally sun resistant and I don’t mind getting a sick tan.” He smacked his pasty white chest, trying to weasel his way out of putting on the sunscreen. You shook your head, unwilling to relent.

“Well if you don’t apply your sunscreen I don’t think I need your help putting on mine since you don’t want any on you.” After hearing your statement, he immediately dumped a huge glob of sunscreen on his hands and started to cover his arms and legs at lightning speed.

After he finishes with his own coverage, his hands start to shake at the opportunity to put some on yours.

As you lay on your chest, you untie your bikini top and allow him full access to your back.

Rodrick spends a good few seconds drooling over your bare back and ass before slapping himself back to sense.

He applies the first few dollops of sunscreen with caution, trying to be gentle and not too rough while rubbing it into your skin.

However as he continues he gets more daring, hands wandering down your back

You feel his hands reach the top of your ass which is when you decide to end his fun.

“Okay that’s enough babe, I think you got my whole back.” You smiled, pushing yourself up and turning to sit on the mat properly.

“Do you need any help with your front or-”

“Nope. I think I’m a bit thirsty, can you grab the water from the van please?” Rodrick pouted as he left. Dragging his feet a bit he went to fetch your water like the dutiful boyfriend he was even with his head hung low. You felt slightly bad about bullying him like this so you planned on giving him a little treat.

-

🌊The day at the beach was spent with a relaxing swim accompanied by some splashing around.

🌊You actually managed to get Rodrick to touch water (which he acted like he was allergic too)

🌊Getting him knee-deep into water was already a huge accomplishment so you didn’t force him any further.

🌊Sandcastles were also another thing he refused at first but you managed to convince him it wasn’t only reserved for snot-nosed brats like his brothers.

🌊Speaking of his brothers, Rodrick was glad this was a family free affair.

🌊He knew he would have a hellish time if he had to deal with his annoying brothers while trying to hide his very obvious boner from his parents from looking at you half naked.

🌊Susan was reluctant at first to let you both go alone to the beach but was convinced by the display of young love and the promise that the both of you would be home in time for family dinner together.

🌊

“Oh you’re back! How was the beach?” Susan asked as she brought out the various dishes onto the dining table. You rushed to put down your things and entered the kitchen to help her with putting down the plates.

“It was fun! I took some photos if you want to see later.” Her eyes seemed to sparkle at the notion of photos. Distributing the plates, you dumped a stack of utensils into Rodrick’s hands to place down as well.

“That would be great, I can put them in the photoalbum with Rodrick’s baby photos when we took him to the beach for the first time.” She sighed lovingly. At the mention of his own baby he groans.

“Mommmm. Ugh can we not talk about those, it's embarrassing!” He rolled his eyes, at this point in time he wished he never existed. Susan giggled at her son’s embarrassment.

“You say that because you haven’t seen how cute you were. I’ll have to show you some after dinner.” She smiles, promising an interesting presentation to you while ignoring her son’s groans of misery.

-

🎸An embarrassing amount of baby photos were shown that night. Greg laughed relentlessly while Rodrick sent countless amounts of death stares Greg’s way until it reached Greg’s baby photos.

🎸Manny seemed to stay in his own world, playing with his own toys while sitting on his mother’s lap.

🎸Time had gone by in a flash and it had gotten dark.

🎸Susan offered you to stay the night and you graciously accepted.

🎸Heading up to Rodrick’s room, he shuffled you in and closed the door as fast as possible before his mom could try giving another talk about the Birds and the Bees to him.

🎸Finally back in the privacy of his room, you decided to reward him for his good behaviour during the day and give him another private showing of your bikini.

Meeting your boyfriend’s family is supposed to be a big deal, right? Like, one of those moments where you dress nice, bring flowers or something, and sit down for an awkwardly polite dinner while his parents judge you.

Yeah. That’s not how things work with Rodrick Heffley.

When he invited me over for dinner, it was more like, “Hey, my mom said you should come over and eat with us or whatever.” Super romantic. But I agreed because, well… I wanted to meet them. Rodrick talks about his family all the time, mostly to complain, but still. I was curious.

So, here I am, standing on the Heffleys’ front porch, wondering if I should have brought something. Probably not. This doesn’t seem like the kind of house where formal dinner etiquette exists.

Before I can knock, the door swings open, and there he is.

Rodrick smirks, leaning against the doorframe like he’s so cool. “Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to show up.”

I roll my eyes, stepping closer. “I’m on time.”

“Yeah, well, you were supposed to be, like, ten minutes late so I could say something sarcastic about it.”

I laugh and kiss his cheek, just to make him flustered. It works. His smirk falters for half a second before he clears his throat and steps aside. “Alright, come in before my mom starts thinking I made you up.”

The inside of the house is exactly what I expected. A little messy, with random shoes lying around, a stack of newspapers no one’s bothered to throw away, and a distinct family chaos vibe. The smell of dinner cooking comes from the kitchen, something warm and homey.

And then I hear it.

“Rodrick! She’s here?!”

Before I can react, a woman appears—short, blonde, and way too excited. I barely have time to brace myself before she pulls me into a hug. “It’s so nice to finally meet you! I’m Susan, Rodrick’s mom. Oh, you’re even prettier than I imagined!”

“Uh, thanks,” I manage, shooting a look at Rodrick, who just shrugs like, Yeah, this is happening.

His mom pulls back, holding me at arm’s length. “Rodrick never tells us anything about his personal life. You should’ve seen my face when he said he had a girlfriend. I almost dropped my coffee!”

Rodrick groans. “Mom.”

“What?” She waves him off. “I’m just happy to meet her. Oh, come in, come in! We’re just about to set the table.”

I follow her into the dining room, where a younger boy sits at the table, flipping through a comic book. He glances up, eyes narrowing slightly.

“You’re Rodrick’s girlfriend?”

“Greg,” Susan scolds. “Be nice.”

“What? I’m just saying.” Greg shrugs, then looks at me. “You do know he’s, like, the worst, right?”

“Hey, shut up, loser,” Rodrick snaps, dropping into a chair.

I grin. “Oh, I know.”

Greg blinks, clearly not expecting that. Then he mutters, “Huh. Okay.”

That’s when I feel a tiny hand grab mine.

I glance down to see a little kid—Manny, I recognize him from Rodrick’s rare stories about him—staring up at me with big eyes.

“I have a girlfriend too,” he announces proudly.

Susan gasps. “Manny! Since when?”

“Since yesterday,” he says, like it’s obvious. Then he looks back up at me and asks, completely serious, “Do you like dinosaurs?”

I nod. “Who doesn’t like dinosaurs?”

Manny grins, clearly satisfied with my answer. “Okay. You’re my second girlfriend now.”

Rodrick groans. “Oh my God.”

Greg snickers. “Dude, you already have competition.”

Manny tugs at my sleeve again. “Rodrick is gross. Do you wanna be just my girlfriend instead?”

Rodrick drops his fork. “Are you kidding me? Mom, tell him he can’t steal my girlfriend!”

Susan barely holds back a laugh. “Manny, sweetie, she’s Rodrick’s girlfriend.”

Manny huffs. “Fine.”

This is amazing.

Dinner is… interesting. The food is good—spaghetti and garlic bread—but the conversation is pure chaos. Susan keeps asking me questions about school, my family, my plans for the future (Rodrick groans at that one). Greg watches me like he’s trying to figure out why I’d willingly date his brother. And Manny? He spends the whole meal making dramatic faces at Rodrick and occasionally whispering, “Rodrick is a doo-doo head.”

Rodrick spends most of the meal making sarcastic comments and kicking me under the table whenever his mom gets too nosy.

At one point, their dad, Frank, comes in late, looking exhausted. He gives me a polite nod, sits down, and immediately starts ranting about something Rodrick did last week. Rodrick barely reacts, just shoveling food into his mouth while his mom scolds him and Greg smirks like he enjoys watching his brother get in trouble.

It’s loud. It’s messy. It’s so different from my own family’s quiet dinners.

And I kind of love it.

After we eat, Rodrick grabs my hand and tugs me toward the stairs. “Alright, we’re done here. Bye.”

“Rodrick, wait—” Susan starts, but he’s already leading me to his room.

The second he shuts the door, he groans. “I told you my family was annoying.”

I flop onto his bed, laughing. “I like them.”

He gives me a look. “You like them?”

“Yeah. Your mom is sweet, Greg is funny, and Manny… well, he’s trying to steal me, but other than that, he’s adorable.”

Rodrick snorts. “I knew that kid was trouble.”

I smile and lean in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Not worried, are you?”

He grumbles something under his breath, but I can tell he’s relieved. And maybe even a little happy.

Now, you were sitting sideways in the passenger seat wearing just your pyjamas and eating up the last of your fries. Your legs lay on top of rodricks lap while he slurps his blueberry slushie. Outside the car it was slightly windy and drizzling rain, though the temperature was still very nice and refreshing after such a long, warm summer day. The dimly lit parking lot was almost empty, except for like three other cars which were parked a little further away, giving you and Rodrick your own space without getting disturbed. A deftones song was lowly playing in the background, while the both of you savoured the snacks you so craved.

“Ugh, i needed that. That was deliciousss.“ You said finishing up your fries and taking a sip of your own cherry flavored slurpee.

“For real. I‘ve been dying for this again. I adore my moms cooking but I was in need of that burger.“ Rodrick responded in his typical tone with a low chuckle.

His one hand grabbed ahold of your thigh, caressing small circles over your clothed skin with his thumb. Meanwhile his other hand held his cold slushie which he was now slurping his last sip from. He set the empty cup down in the vans‘ cup holder between the two of you and leaned back n his seat. It was quiet for a moment, the only sound coming from you slurping your slurpee. He turned around to look at you and tried grabbing it out of your, now, cold hands. You backed away from him, not allowing him to get your slurpee.

“Please.“ He said. Hands on your thighs and leaned forward to be closer to you.

“Mm-mm“ You denied, with a slight grin on your face.

It‘s not like you didn‘t want to give him a taste of your slurpee but whenever you gave him something of your drink, he would drink EVERYTHING up really quick just to mess with you. So you‘ve learned that you won‘t be doing that again.

You were almost done drinking it when Rodrick abruptly snatched the frozen slushie from your grip. He was messing with you like always.

“Rodrick!”, you said while chuckling at his childish behavior. You were now sitting up straight, taking your legs off his lap. “Give it back.”

He just stared back at you with a teasing look in his eyes, drinking your slurpee. You tried grabbing it from his hands by leaning forward towards his seated posture, which made him lean back further. And of course he drank up the last bit of it.

“You’re an ass”, you told him with slightly narrowed eyes and a grin on your face. No matter how annoying he could be sometimes, you still loved how cute he always was whenever he was messing with you. Then you got up out of your seat and moved over to him to straddle his lap.

“I like this position. Should tease you more often”, he said lowly with a grin on his face. He stared into your eyes, hands brushing up and down your thighs and eventually gripping your hips.

“Oh really?”, you answered teasingly. Your bodies were pressed against eachother due to the lack of space between you and the steering wheel. His face was close to yours and you felt his warm breath brushing your face. His warm hands found its way to the sides of your face, holding gently onto your jaw and brushing your cheek with his thumb.

That’s when the gap between the two of you closed and your warm lips touched. It was gentle but very passionate and loving, making butterflies erupt in your stomach and warming up your entire body. Your hands found its way to the back of his head and gripped onto his dark brown hair, while his arms wrapped around your waist trying to pull you as close as possible. One of his hands moved back towards the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your soft hair. The kiss was slow at first but turned into something more lustfull really quick.

He lowly groaned against your mouth at the feeling of you pulling his hair and being this close to you. You felt his tongue slip into your mouth, making the kiss more intense and heated. Your arms were wrapped around his slim but still strong shoulders, causing the two of you to be chest-to-chest. You could feel his steady heartbeat, while the kiss turned into a sloppy and cherry-flavoured wet mess. In the background played the low music and the windows were starting to fog up, due to your warm bodies heating up the air inside the van. The makeout was hot and full of lust and passion, which made it very enjoyable and wanting it to never stop.

So that both of you could catch your breath, Rodrick moved his head towards your jaw, kissing it softly with his warm and plump lips. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, lightly pulling at it to make your head fall back, giving him more space to kiss down your neck. You enjoyed the feeling of his warm breath fanning down your chest and his sloppy kisses, as your back got pressed against the steering wheel.

But as nice as the moment might‘ve felt, you realized it was probably getting pretty late and you should start heading back home. You didn’t want Rodricks parents to worry where you guys were at for so long. You didn‘t want to leave yet, DEFINITELY not, but you also wanted to be respectful towards his parents. Besides, you could always just continue what you were doing in Rodricks room.

“Rodrick“, you spoke softly, still getting distracted by the touch of his lips and hands.

He didn‘t stop at first. He just responded with an “Hm?“, continuing to kiss and suck softly at your neck.

“Baby“, You said, grabbing the sides of his face with both your hands to make him look back up at you.“We should head back“.

His cheeks slightly flushed and his lips plump and pink. He looked at you trough half-lidded brown eyes and his dark hair was all messy from you grabbing and pulling at it. He looked so unbelievably adorable.

“Ugh, no“, he just responded with, letting his head fall back into the crook of your neck.

“We‘ll continue at home“, you spoke in almost a whisper. You pulled his face back to yours to give him a few slow and soft kisses on his lips. “Okay?“

“Mhm“, he said giving you a few more last kisses, before you got up out of his lap and climbed back into your own seat. When you fastened your seatbelt, Rodrick started the car, put his hand back on your thigh and drove the two of you back home, where this heated makeout would definitely be resumed.

———

loser bf!rodrick, who lent you his algebra textbook and completely forgot he’d been doodling your name with his last name all over the margins. when you handed it back, smirking, he looked like he wanted to die.

loser bf!rodrick, whose idea of a date is a night drive to the gas station, where you both load up on slushies and hot dogs. you sit in the parking lot and steal bites off each other’s food (even though you have the same toppings)

loser bf!rodrick, who awkwardly asked his mom to use the “nice-smelling” laundry detergent on his shirts because he knows you like to steal them after having sex and he doesn’t want you thinking he’s gross.

loser bf!rodrick, whose mom acts like you’re already part of the family, offering you snacks and calling you “sweetie” every time you visit. she loves to (unintentionally) embarrassing her eldest son by showing you all of his baby pictures. all the while rodrick hides in the basement.

loser bf!rodrick, whose dad corners you during family dinners and awkwardly tries to sell you on how “rodrick is really a fine young man, despite, uh… some quirks.” you just nod politely while rodrick sits there, sinking into his chair with a beet-red face.

loser bf!rodrick, whose bandmates are constantly making moves on you, asking if you “need anything” during practice or offering to carry your stuff. rodrick will get so pissed that he threatens to kick them out of the band. you think it’s hilarious how defensive he gets.

loser bf!rodrick, who always gives you the front seat in his van, no questions asked. greg has to squish in the back with the instruments, too bad lol.

loser bf!rodrick, who pretends to be terrible at eyeliner just so you’ll do it for him. in return, he paints your nails—or you can also paint his (in exclusively black).

loser bf!rodrick, who acts reluctant whenever you drag him into photobooths at the mall. the two of you end up making the dumbest faces before you lean in and kiss him right on the mouth… with tongue.

loser bf!rodrick, who lets you doodle on his arm with a sharpie, and he refuses to wash them off. they stay there until they fade completely.

loser bf!rodrick, who finally starts wearing deodorant consistently because of you. it’s not even something you asked him to do—he just noticed you sniffing his shirts a little more critically and panicked. now, he’s always freshly applied before seeing you.

loser bf!rodrick, who gets hard every time you kiss him.

loser bf!rodrick, who tries his best to keep his room somewhat presentable whenever you come over. he knows it’s still a fucking disaster by normal standards, but for rodrick, clearing a path to the bed is a grand romantic gesture.

loser bf!rodrick, who’s obsessed so with seeing your hickeys on him. he never bothers to hide them—in fact, he wears them like badges.

loser bf!rodrick, who almost accidentally used the wrong side of the condom when you had sex for the first time.

loser bf!rodrick, who absolutely melts when you tug on his hair during sex. he didn’t even realise he had a thing for it until the first time you did it. now, he practically begs for it without using words, tilting his head back and grinning like a total idiot whenever your fingers get close.

loser bf!rodrick, who keeps every random thing you’ve ever given him: notes you’ve passed to him in class, concert tickets, even candy wrappers.

loser bf!rodrick, who hates being bossed around but will do anything you ask, especially if it involves you kissing his cheek or ruffling his hair in thanks. he’s so whipped and everyone knows it.

loser bf!rodrick, who brags to greg about how sexy and smart and pretty you are, just to rub it in, but secretly feels like he doesn’t deserve you. he gets this dumb, soft look on his face whenever you’re around, like he still can’t believe you chose him.

✂️When he starts growing facial hair, you get to work

✂️Plucking each individual hair from his chin becomes a good bonding activity for the both of you

✂️While he does whine every time a hair is pulled out, he likes being doted on by you

✂️

“Rodrick, stop moving.” You hold his chin as you lay atop him on his bed. One hand holding his face close while in the other an instrument of torture to Rodrick. Each hair plucked from his face lights his nerves on fire and brings him close to tears.

“It hurts! I don’t understand how chicks do this all the time.” You roll your eyes at the label of ‘chicks’ and proceed to pluck another stray hair as retaliation.

“Ow!” He winced again. 

“Rodrick, I swear to god if you move again I’m plucking your nose hairs.” He stilled immediately.

-

🧼Outside of grooming his face, you don’t really touch any other hair on his body

🧼A mention of how bad his armpits smelled(especially since he loved saving it for greg) got him to immediately start washing and shaving that area clean

🧼He already lucked out at life by getting a hot girlfriend, he didn’t want to risk it by being stinky and driving you away

🧼He also makes the effort to shower more often to smell good for you

🧼Going from a shocking twice a week to three times a week on the specific days he sees you

🧼It’s a work in progress

🧼

The summer heat had melted everything it touched. With the killing heat beating down on everyone, cooling down had become an issue. It was a Saturday, spending the day with Rodrick had become routine. However one thing prevented you from your usual cuddling.

“I am NOT coming anywhere near you right now Rodrick.” You held your breath to prevent gagging from the smell. It was clear Rodrick hadn’t showered in a few days. Usually, in the colder climate it wasn’t a huge issue. But as summer came it became a deadly time bomb, waiting to strike. 

“Babe, I'm sure it's not that bad.” Rodrick laughed nervously, sweat beading down his forehead. Lowering his head to his pits caused him to immediately gag away. His tongue gagging out of his mouth like he was trying to eject the scent from his nostrils. 

“Oh shit yeah-” He just nodded in agreement to your previous statement. Realizing how bad the situation was he locked himself in the bathroom out of embarrassment. Even with endless amounts of begging, Rodrick didn’t let you in until he felt he accomplished his mission of trying to smell better. At first, two sticks of deodorant were sacrificed to the pits of doom. When that didn’t work he tried shaving off all the hair that grew there, only avoiding cuts as he barely remembered a shaving lesson from Frank. After all that, he relented to the last resort he dreaded. A real shower….

A few knocks came through the door, it all seemed but muffled by the sound of running water from the other side.

“Rodrick, babe are you okay in there?” You hear the water stop and the curtains being drawn. A few moments later immerges Rodrick from a steamy shower in all his shirtless glory, with only a wet towel held around his waist.

“My lady, I have conquered the enemy of Sir Stinkerton. Am I finally worthy of your embrace?” He says with an exaggerated tone of royalty, giving you a deep royal bow. You giggle at his stupidity and offer him a hand like a proper lady.

“Well good sir, I think now I am unworthy to be in your embrace. Would you like to join me in another round to defeat our enemies?” Grabbing your hand, Rodrick looked up mischievously. Accepting your invitation and dragging you back into the bathroom for another shower. Maybe taking showers wasn't that bad after all, Rodrick thought. Maybe…

-

🫧Now onto the real fun part

🫧His happy trail…

🫧He never really paid attention to his own body until he started dating you

🫧He had heard that the ladies love a hairy guy because it meant that he was more manly

🫧So he never really bothered to shave down there

🫧You however, loved teasing him with it

🫧Trailing your fingers down slowly, following its path down to the real prize

🫧He gets all whiney when you tease him but he can’t do much to argue against it

🫧If you want to be really mean you pluck a few hairs to keep him in place

🫧

You walked your fingers down, following the trail of hair that grew there. It had been another day full of crazy heffley antics that were done in order to bring the family closer together. Of course being Rodrick’s girlfriend you were roped into it. While it was amusing to watch the family’s various dynamics with each other, you were lucky enough to convince Susan to let you sleepover due to how late it had gotten. With you in Rodrick’s room, you both promised to not make too much noise. 

Rodrick tried to ignore the attention you were giving to the lower half of his body, focusing instead on the phone in his hands but to no avail. Your hands trailed lower and lower, causing his cock to twitch slightly from the light touching. 

“Is somebody happy to see me?” You smiled, giving full attention to his crotch. Moving even lower now, your hands ghosted over the outline of his bulge through his sweatpants. It became even more enticing when it was evident he chose not to wear boxers. 

“Mmph..Yes…” He bit his lip as you continued to fondle him through his pants, holding back from moaning out loud. All that came out of his mouth were small whines, but you intended to change that. Closing in on his body, you started by leaving soft kisses from his chest down to his stomach. Giving extra care to the kisses that approached his stomach. Each kiss landed softly on his body, sending tingles up his spine as you went lower and lower. At this point, his phone had been thrown to the side to pay attention to his super hot girlfriend basically going down on him. 

Sliding his pants down, you let his cock out as you continued kissing downwards. Approaching the final prize, his cock twitched in anticipation. His hands gripped the sheets tightly from the light kisses you left on his balls. Your mouth hovers over his length, Rodrick shivers from the drop of spit you let land on it. Your hands start to work the spit around his dick, using a mixture of it and the precum that leaks from his tip to lubricate it. Once you deem your work to be done, your mouth completely envelops his tip and gives it a light suck.

“OoOH! Mmmph.” His hands are red from digging his nails into his palms, trying his best not to make too much noise. He definitely didn’t want his Mom walking in on this. He resorts to biting his lip again in an effort to prevent any more unexpected moans from coming out. After a quick warning glare, you continued on blowing your boyfriend. Your hands work at the base while you move your mouth up and down dick. After a good warm up, you finally decide it was time to pull out your finishing move.

Taking his dick out of your mouth for a short moment, you took a deep breath before going down again.

“What are you- ohh!” A breathless moan comes out of Rodrick’s mouth as he feels your throat start to envelop his cock inch by inch. He feels the tight, wet walls of your throat start to slightly squeeze around his intruding cock. Within a small amount of time, you worked your way to the base of him. The tip of his cock touching the back of your throat. The sensation causes you to gag. You tried to move off slightly but his hips stuttered up and a hand came to weave itself into your hair. You held onto his thighs as Rodrick fucked his dick up into your throat, with his hand holding you in place.

“S-shit babe, sorry you feel too good let me just-” With a few shallow thrusts up, you feel as he comes down your throat. Immediately releasing you from his grip and allowing you to move back up. As his cum fills your throat, you try your best to swallow as much to prevent choking on it. Releasing him from your mouth, a few dribbles of cum trailed out from your mouth. Rodrick watched as you used your tongue to lick up the remaining drops and swallow it down. He groans at the action, getting half hard at the unintentional sexy display you just put on.

“Uh, let me get you some water.” Rodrick says as he rushes to put on his pants and grab you a glass. You nod as he leaves the room and lay down to relax from the work just done. Coming back in, he hands you a refreshing glass of water that you gulp down, washing the taste of cum from your mouth. 

“Can I… Um return the favour?” Rodrick asks shyly, twiddling his fingers and looking at you with his brown puppy dog eyes. You shake your head and drag him into bed, too tired to deal with his shenanigans. 

“Maybe another day babe. I’m tired and you still kinda suck at giving head, but I'll teach you when I have the energy for it.”  Wrapping yourself around him, he buries his head into your chest as a soft apology and relaxes into your touch.