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

8- Welcome home, 🍋

Authors note: This sucks and I dont like it but YAY ten consecutive weeks of posting.                            Content - Slight nsfw, kissing, sitting on his lap. 

The drive to Rodrick's house was one that he as used to. It had been engraved in his mind for years. Normally, on days when the band was practicing, Rodrick would go straight home. But today his curiosity peaks once he sees a large moving truck a few houses from his. He almost speeds off when he sees his parents, but a familiar face catches his eye.

"y/n." He calls from his car.

Turing around to face the distant sound, you turn around and see Rodrick. You set aside the box in your hands, giving him a wave as you walk towards the car. You go to start a conversation but according to your mom there's no time. Something about needing to return the truck on time.

And before he can run away, Rodrick is dragged into helping. The rest of the day is spent unpacking. Per their request, most if not all the heavy lifting is done by Frank and your dad. While you and Rodrick spent most of the time in your room. Rodrick flipping through your book collection as he puts them into your shelves. Wondering which one he'll read with you next.

After many stressful hours, your instinct was to check the fridge, but you knew it would be pointless. Thank god, Susan invited your family over for dinner. It was quick, mainly because you spent more time eating than joining in on the conversation.

"You have to visit this new bar. They do these fun little couple games nights and even give out real prizes." Susan suggest.

"I don't know if we'll have anytime. Things are just all over the place."

"We could go tonight."

"What about the kids?"

"Oh come on, Susan, they're old enough to watch themselves, right?" Your mom says.

"Well ... maybe one drink won't hurt."

Luckily it wasn't too late, and they didn't plan on staying out too long anyways. With the parents gone, and the three boys preoccupied with a movie, Rodrick took you to his room.

"Wow, it looks exactly the same." You say, standing in the doorway. "Well, maybe it's dirtier than I remember."

"And the bed frames different." Rodrick says, taking a seat on his bed.

You took a few minutes to fully take in the atmosphere. Asking Rodrick about the decorations and other random items that filled the space. It was all so Rodrick. From the many rock band posters and ripped out magazine photos. To the broken and awfully tapped together drumsticks and even the disco ball hanging from the ceiling.

Bored and nosey, you decide to look through his drawers. You knew it probably wasn't a good idea, but then again, Rodrick had spent most of the day going through yours. Opening the first drawer you laugh seeing it was fulled with Löded Diper merch. Closing it, you move on to the next one. Your eyes go wide at the sight, almost forgetting what had happened not too long ago. But once you remember, a wave of embarrassment came over you.

Noticing how long you'd spent in one place, Rodrick got up from his bed to see what had caught your attention. His hands creep from behind you, fingers grazing your arms before laying them on top of yours. The touch freezes you, a small gasp caught in your throat, and you drop the black material.

"Told you I wouldn't lose it." Rodrick says, hooking his finger into the fabric.

"You never actually promised me." You said, voice low.

You can't see the smile on his face, but you can almost feel it. Envisioning the slow curl of the corner of his lips. The soft pink skin stretching in satisfaction as he senses how easily he makes you nervous.

Your skin lit on fire, watching the way his finger peaks out through the dark color, reminding you how thin the material was. You could tell he'd done it before, maybe even a few times. Then again, what did you think he would do with it. A haze clouded your mind, wild thoughts quickly consuming your nervousness. This is exactly what you wanted, a small voice told you.

"How much longer do you think they'll be gone?" You say, turning to face Rodrick.

His tongue rolls over his bottom lip.

"I think we have time." He pauses. "If we make it quick."

Your expressions soon match, and before you can think rationally, Rodrick is all over you. That same satisfied smile now moving against your lips. You shudder at the feeling of Rodrick's hands grabbing your waist and pulling you towards his bed. He takes a seat once the bed hits his legs, swiftly pulling you onto his lap.

"Did you miss me?"

He whispers between kisses trailing down your neck. You gulp, unable to answer the possibly rhetorical question. Your silence gives Rodrick his answer, but it's not enough. He wants to hear you say it.

"Because I missed you."

"You did?"

"Mmh, I missed..."

He continues to tell you how much he missed you. How much fun it was to sneak around and meet late at night. You grid into him easily, getting lost in the moment. Body buzzing with heat, mind hazy, but through the whispers you hear something else. Enjoying the feeling of you on his lap. The pressure of your thighs and ass pressed into him.

The sound snaps you to your senses, and you quickly push Rodrick away.

"What." He says confused.

You shush him, trying to listen. An again you hear a familiar voice call your name, you jump out of Rodrick's lap once you realize it's your fathers. Rodrick quickly adjusting his clothes and sits away from you in an attempt to look more causal.

"We're going home." He says in standing in Rodrick doorway.

You mumble a small "Okay" and make your way down the stairs. Downstairs, you say goodnight to the Heffley's, thanking them for dinner and going to the car as quick as you could. Buckling your seat belt, you let out a sigh of relief, throwing your head back. What were you thinking. The first time you see him in weeks, and you almost throw yourself at him. A notification dings from your phone. Picking it up, you go to read it, eyes widening once you realize it was Rodrick.

𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 -𝚛

𝚈𝚎𝚊 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 -𝚢/𝚗

𝚠𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 -𝚛

Right next time...