Camp Night • Rodrick x Reader

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Y/n's POV

I tossed and turned in my bunk, unable to sleep. My mind raced with thoughts, all centered around Rodrick. I needed to talk to him, it was imperative.

Carefully, I slipped out of bed, making sure not to make a sound. Fortunately, I managed to move without a single creak from the old wooden floorboards. Sneaking a glance through the cabin window, I spotted the counselors gathered around a crackling fire, laughing and chatting over drinks.

Rodrick wasn't among them, so I quietly made my way towards the counselors' cabin, number 6. The faint strains of music floated through the air, adding an eerie backdrop to my determined steps. I hesitated briefly before knocking on the door.

Rodrick answered, a cloud of smoke billowing out as he held a joint in hand. "Y/n? What are you doing here?" His surprise was evident, but I couldn't contain my smile.

"I just had to see you," I confessed, relief flooding through me as he swung the door open wider, inviting me inside.

I settled onto the couch beside Rodrick, who was casually smoking. Without hesitation, I reached over and plucked the joint from his fingers. "Whoa, didn't know you smoke," ! teased, playfully blowing smoke in his direction. His response was cryptic but intriguing. "There's a lot you don't know."

As he leaned closer, his hand gently gripped my chin. "Can I?" he murmured, his gaze intense. I nodded in response, my heart racing with anticipation. In an instant, his lips crashed against mine, igniting a spark that had been simmering between us.

He extinguished the joint and guided me down onto the couch, positioning himself above me. The music shifted, "Slow Ride" filling the room, setting a seductive tone to match the electricity crackling between us.

His kisses trailed down my neck, and although a part of me was swept up in the moment, I knew I had to stop this. "Sorry," | whispered, gently pausing his movements.

"It's fine. You are young, I get it," he responded, shaking his head with a mixture of understanding and regret.

"I'm not that young," I said to him, my voice trembling with a mix of frustration and nervousness. He shook his head, his expression conflicted.

"Y/N, you're 17. I'm 18. This... this isn't right," he replied, running a hand through his hair.
I felt my anger rising, a hot ball of emotion in my chest. "Fuck you, then, for playing with my feelings!" I snapped, taking a step back.
He reached out, his hand wrapping around my arm to stop me from leaving. "I'm not trying to play with your feelings," he said, his voice softer now. "It's just... you're still underage, and your brother is like our boss. He'd kill me if he knew I was with his younger sister."

I stood there, torn between my anger and the desire I felt for him. The age difference was small, but I knew it mattered legally and morally. Still, my heart ached for him. Before I could think it through, I acted on impulse. I don't know what came over me, but I surged forward, pressing my lips against his in a desperate kiss. He stumbled backward, caught off guard by my sudden move, until we hit the edge of the bed.

We fell sideways onto the soft mattress, our bodies pressed close together. His hands found their way to my waist, his touch sending shivers down my spine. As we lay there, I felt his erection pressing against my thigh, and a wave of nervousness washed over me. My mind raced with questions. Were we really going to do this? Was it wrong because of our ages?

"Fuck," he groaned, his breath hot against my ear. "I don't know if I can control myself." His words sent a thrill through me, equal parts excitement and apprehension.

I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. The small foil packet seemed to carry the weight of a life-changing decision.
He looked at me, his eyes searching mine for any sign of doubt. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice husky with desire but tinged with concern. "You're 17, Y/N. We shouldn't..."