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

12- Keep it down, 🍋

Content - Kissing, neck kissing, grinding and very light fingering. 😊

You weren't sure what it was about Rodrick that made you so risky. But it was obvious he had some type of control over you. Either that or this movie was really good at setting the mood. It was probably the movie.

It was one of those parody movies with a rather raunchy scene playing out. The volume was relatively low, but the silence of your house made it feel much, much louder. Which only added fuel to the fire.

You and Rodrick shared a look, holding it for a moment before your eyes flickered back to the screen. Where two main characters were halfway through a ridiculous over the top "Sex scene". It was funny, of course, but definitely shouldn't have been as sexy as it was right now.

Looking back at Rodrick, your eyes land on his lips before his actual eyes. It was almost shameful, the way your mind pictured thousands of scenarios just of his mouth. Kissing, licking, sucking, biting. And of course Rodrick was doing the same. You both admiring the supple, soft skin of each other's lips.

"Can I kiss you ?"

The words fly out of his mouth faster than you can think of a response. You don't answer him because he already knows by the way your lips attack his. Eager.

He's quick to give you the same attention. Hands clinging onto you, one hand cupping your face while the other held your hip. Desperate to close the small gap between your bodies, you struggled to move towards Rodrick without pulling away from his lips. Sensing the desperation, he decided to do it for you.

Using the hand already on your hip, Rodrick hooks it under your thigh, pulling you onto his leg. A strained groan escapes him. Conscious of your weight on his leg, you slide yourself to sit between them. This movement breaks the kiss, giving you both a moment to breathe.

With your head laid back against him, you both took in deep breaths. Puzzled by how quick things had escalated. It was just a kiss, sure, but it was a good. A deep, needy one, one you didn't think twice about.

Looking up at Rodrick, you could tell he was feeling the same way. That and his skin was darkening with blush by the second. Your gaze travels around his soon-to-be red face, falling lower as you take in all the details in his cheekbones then his jaw. Never realizing until now how prominent these features were before finally falling onto his neck.

Instinctively, your tongue rolls over your bottom lip, teeth grazing it before gently biting down. Your mind returns to all those shameful thoughts. Kissing, licking, sucking, biting. And once again, you don't think twice before kissing his neck. Caught off guard, Rodrick releases a shaky breath. You hum in response, curving your body into his. Grinding against him.

"Fuc-ck."

Another shaky breath leaves him, but it's more a moan or even a whimper. His hands fly to your hips, but he doesn't stop your grinding. In fact, he presses your ass more into his hardening dick, moaning freely at the feeling.

"Rodrick." You whisper, trying to get his attention without being too loud. "We have to keep it down."

He hums in agreement, clearly not actually listening. You pull away from his neck, hooking your index finger under his chin. Forcing him to look at you. He goes in for a kiss, but you stop him.

"I'm serious." You tell him, voice still low and soft, but lacking its previous seductive tone.

"I know."

He whispers, mimicking your serious voice, as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck. Placing small kisses along your collarbone.

Leaving your hip, his left hand travels up the side of your body. Giving your breast a light squeeze before finding the back of your neck. The hold is almost nonexistent until he cranes your head back. Giving him better access while this right-hand slides past your hip and falls between your legs.

"I wanna give you a fucking hickey." He tells you between kisses, voice rasped.

The new attention brings a squeaky moan out of you.

"Shh." He hushes you, letting his warm breath and lips tickle your heated skin. "We don't wanna get in trouble, do we, y/n."

"Right."

"Right."

And with that, you allow yourself to get lost in the pleasure Rodrick was giving you. And even wanting more.

You place your hands over his, guiding them where you want them. Sliding his left hand between your breast before slipping it under your shirt. He is quick to give them the attention they'd been lacking. Switching between pinching and pulling at your hard nipples and squeezing and massaging your breast. Doing the same with his right had you guide it under the waistband of your shorts then your underwear. Skipping over your clit, you bit back a moan as two of his fingers dip into your entrance.

"Fuck you're wet."

He moves his fingertips in small circles, teasing you. You bring his coated fingertips up to your clit. Letting him take the lead, you leave him to do all the work. His fingers are fast, wasting no time with any rhythm or pattern.

The feeling of excitement shoots through your stomach. You shriek at the sudden feeling, your hand flying to your mouth, swiftly cutting off the noise. But not muting you completely. You struggle to keep yourself silent as Rodrick works you from all angles. Never giving you a break or moment to catch your breath.

The heat between the two of your bodies builds more and more. It's not until now that you realize how close you were. You were close, so fucking close, Rodrick could feel it. The way your legs struggled to stay still, they way your back arched. And oh, the way your beautiful moans rang in his ears.

He wanted to encourage you, to go faster with his fingers, apply more pressure, but he realized how loud you actually were. He didn't know the next time he'd get to have you like this, but he knew if you were caught now, it wouldn't be for a very long time. If ever.

So he shut you up. His lips meet your, muffling and silencing your desperate moans as you finally push past that peak. Orgasm taking over you as your whole body shudders uncontrollably.

A few minutes and a trip to the bathroom later, you and Rodrick were exhausted. You both knew it wasn't the best idea to have him sleep in your bed. And you were sure you'd have to have a long conversation with your parents after tonight, whether they found you in bed together or not. But right now you were too tired to force him on the floor or on the couch downstairs. Plus, he did just make you come.