"She's an angel" Rodrick heffley x black fem reader

7- Souvenirs

The sound of quiet hums and shifting beads caresses his ears. The first thing he sees is brown skin, followed by black braids, then pink beads. It's y/n sleeping on his chest. For a moment he forgets how she got there, how she spent the night with him, how they had half sex.

The weight is surprisingly comforting. He shuts his eyes and tries to go back to sleep, but before he can, you're awake. Yawning and stretching as you pull yourself off his chest.

"Good morning." She says gently.

"Morning." Rodrick mumbles back.

A heavy silence of uncertainty hung in the air. Where do we go from here ? He knew you had to leave eventually, but he wouldn't mind another hour of sleep.

"Can you help me find my underwear?" You say, voice hushed.

Rodrick doesn't answer immediately, at first he was sure I he just misheard you, but ten minutes later he's on the ground. Our hands and knees shuffle around the floor as we search. Another ten minutes and my hotel room is a mess, but your underwear is nowhere in sight.

"What does it look like again ?"

Rodrick asks for the fifth time not to spot it easier but just to hear the description. It matched your bra, black and skimpy. Silk, satin mix with a small bow. He almost drooled as you spoke. 

"Maybe you'll find it if you get on knees again."

Sighing, you stand, attempting to pull Rodrick's hoodie further down your legs. But the fabric stays hung over your thighs, just barely covering your ass. 

"You could at least try to help me."

"I was helping, It's not my fault, watching is more entertaining."

"Whatever." you say on your way to the bathroom.

With you in the bathroom, Rodrick decided to put a little effort into helping you search. Going to pick up his phone, it slips from his finger, falling behind the bed. He mumbles a fuck before trying to move the mattress aside. Giving up, Rodrick resorts to using his hands to feel around. It's not long before his finger stumble upon his phone, along with something else. 

Coming out of the bathroom, you open the door to find an unexpected sight. He looked at you with smug eyes, an even smugger smile on his face. The material was hooked around his index fingers.

"Looking for this." His tone teased.

You're quick to snatch them from him, balling them in your fist. He watches you collet the rest of your clothes, an erotic visual painting in his mind as you bend down. He rocks back and forth on his feet, trying to figure out how to propose the idea. Or more how to get you to agree to the idea.

"You wanna keep my underwear?" You said in disbelief.

The conversation is surprisingly short. He's still not sure how he managed to actually ask. It's not a fair trade you know that and so does Rodrick. But somehow you say yes. You could blame it on wanting to please Rodrick, or maybe wanting to fulfil your own personal fantasy.

The walk to your hotel room is quiet. Not wanting to risk being seen or heard, you and Rodrick say a few things to each other. He makes sure you're okay and that he didn't go too far. You assure him that you had a good time.

You close the door and immediately throw yourself on the bed. With your face stuffed in a pillow, you scream and kick your feet.  The mental aftermath of your first sexual experience starting to set in. Your mind ran in circles as memories of last night came flying back. Filled with embarrassment, you cringe at the thought of you doing what you did not only with next to Rodrick but with him.

"Fuck." You whisper. "I'm never gonna do that again."

....

You didn't know it at the time, but that was a complete lie.

With only a few days left of vacation, the focus was now shifted off of having fun. Instead, it shifted to the real reason a big company would take their employees and their children to a resort.

The truth was the people your dads worked for wanted to find a way to exploit irresponsible teens and their parents. Aka summer jobs. Your days were spent filling out forms about how you saw your future. More specifically, how you would support that future. Rodrick was smart, purposefully giving them wrong information, so they wouldn't give him a job. You on the other hand were somewhat looking forward to having a job. Not the work aspect per se but more the money.

But regardless of how you spent your day, it always ended the same. In bed with Rodrick. It would start calm. Rodrick asking you if you wanted to read or inviting you to his room to drink the minute alcohol bottles he stole from his parent mini fridge.

"We'll swallow it fast, then I'll give you some chase."

"What is it?"

"It's a secret."

You gave him a cautious face, then brought the bottle to your lips. You watch him do the same, and in a swift movement you both throw your heads back. You swallow as quick as you can. The burn still finding it way onto your tongue before traveling down your throat.

You turn to Rodrick to see his reaction, but before you can, his lips are on yours. And just like that, zero to a hundred. But like all things, vacation had to come.

It was early way too early but as always your parents wanted to be ahead of everyone. Walking in the lobby, it seemed that the Heffley's had the same idea. Naturally, a conversation starts and continues its way outside.

"When do you think we'll see each other again?" Rodrick ask, honestly.

"Maybe in another few years."

You both chuckle at the comment before you pull Rodrick into a hug. He's stiff for a moment, irritated by the affection, but soon caves in. Hugging you back.

"Please don't lose my underwear." You whisper.

He stifles a laugh and whispers back a "No promises.".