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I hate you.

but can i make it up to you for one night?

Rodrick heffley x fem!reader

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𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙙 𝙍𝙤𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠 ;), 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩𝙮, 𝙍𝙤𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙠, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨, boys with nail polish, fingering, descriptiveness of smut kinda, dom rod, virgin! fem reader

summary: Rodrick always seems to get on y/n's nerves and it drives her wild. From the amount of restless nights he's granted her to shaming her in public constantly. What happens when the guilt overwhelms him and he decides to show her how sorry he can be. Just for one night.

Rodrick was a total dick to y/n. Sadly she knew it was a way for him to cope with himself after he'd been bullied out of his mind ever since stepping into crosslands high.

The constant alley way fights he'd find himself in, the constant teasing and shoving he'd received just because he was different. It all amounted to his attitude now. Back to y/n, let it be the small things he'd do to piss her off, or the really major things which would set her crying in the bathroom stall for a week straight, it secretely and shittily made him feel less alone. How'd their relationship even come to this? It'd all been fine right until 8th grade when Rodrick was still her friend. Now they were in senior year and Rodrick had still stuck to being an absolute dickhead.

"Hey snotface." Rodrick called out as y/n began to stuff her locker with books and scrapped papers preparing for dismissal. Shoving a band audition flyer in her folder along the way. The sounds of students clamouring about in the background, anticipating the bell.

No response

"Oh y/nnnnn!" Rodrick called as she slammed her locker shut, eyeing him with pure violence in the process.

"The hell you want shitstain." Y/n said as she began to place the remaining books in her bag removing her attention from him.

He cleared his throat "Was just wondering if you could help me with the science project Mrs Burke gave us." He hesitated as he began following y/n who was now making her way out his sight. "I don't really understand what she meant by sticking the circles where the electrons-"

The audacity

"Of course you don't. You never pay attention in class." Y/n scoffed as she began walking out the school compound just as the bell rang. Everyone else doing the same, the sound of skateboards and fast feet prominent on the rough pavement.

"Yea that's the thing i-"

"What makes you think i'd help you?" Y/n finally said turning around in her sneakers, making them squeekkk in the process to face him, she was really testing the waters this time getting fed up with his attitude.

"Because i said so idiot." Rodrick said with that familiar intimidating voice he'd put on around her.

"Shut the fuck up" Y/n said with a blank face not thinking much about the words she had just put out, tretching further into the waters.

"The fuck you say to me?" Rodrick said with a stupid menacing grin plastered on his face making a tight knot of nervousness tie itself in her stomach.

"I-i, Rodrick." She sighed carefully "All you've done was be a dick to me! I've honestly had enough of your shit and you've really fucking changed is all I have to say." Y/n said as she felt that all familiar feeling of heaviness succumb her eyes.

Before she could run away he shoved her against a wall hands on either side of her shoulders looking her dead into her eyes, so close each freckle and fine line was visible, his hot breath tickled her lips.

"You act up one more time and you'll see what you fucking get."

"That clear?" Rodrick said with wide eyes whilst still holding her up helplessly.

Some students eyed the situation, too scared to do anything because it was Rodrick they were talking about.

"Fuck you." She whispered under her breath eyes already adorned with tears threatening to spill as Rodrick let her go.

She ran away as fast as she could feeling the shittiest she could ever feel.

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The past

It all started in 7th grade. Rodrick had just changed middle schools to crosslands high and it was there he met y/n. She'd been just the same as him, a stupid emo kid who listened to too much rock. Lonely with no friends, outcasted by the school, depressed as one would be. They'd bonded over their favourite bands at the moment like radiohead or blur, and rodrick found it refreshing to talk to someone who liked the same things as him. Surprisingly, he'd been made fun of a lot for being in a band or wearing eyeliner or even just wearing a silly graphic tee or band shirt which y/n found cute most the time. The bullying had only gotten worse as time passed, some nights the only thing keeping him sane was the late night phone calls he'd have with y/n. Unbeknownst to him y/n didn't nearly get as much backlash as he did and that made him angry, confused and jealous. She was just like him so why was he receiving the shitty end of the stick.

This stirred Rodricks desire for payback to a non existent threat y/n had proposed. So Rodrick acted on his intrusive thoughts. Occasionally he'd purposely say something y/n said to him publicly exaggerating and manipulating the words she uttered making students giggle or yell insults or mocks to her in the halls. Like this one time she'd just told him she had an upset stomach and that was why she was late, yet he exagerrated her words saying things like "Oh! You had diarrhea this morning?" "That's really embarassing that you shat your pants." This gave y/n the nickname shitty asshole for the past few years and it only stopped when they entered senior year. Everyone around them suddenly maturing.

Sometimes the things Rodrick did weren't so light. Like the time he shoved her against the lockers picking her up by the collar just because she'd joked about him not getting any pussy, and that was what officially made y/n scared of her own best friend as this cycle would continue to repeat.

The Rodrick cycle. One that now affected y/n. The amount of nights she'd spent picking up the metal blade for hating herself so much. The amount of times she'd looked into the mirror feeling shit and ugly. The amount of times she'd wish she wasn't born in her own skin was to a disgusting point. At that moment she wished she'd never ever met Rodrick. To think that she'd even started to develop feelings for him at one point. What a foolish decision.

Things decided to get better when stuff like bands or boys wearing eyeliner and being emo became a trend again. Shitty for them both y/n thought to herself. Atleast Rodrick was finally getting bitches and bothering her less. That is until him dating pretty little Heather Hills, (someone that would otherwise make fun of him) bothered her out of her mind indirectly. However as one would expect, they broke it off pretty quick.

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present day

She sat alone in her room at her desk looking at a razor blade she was so familiar with. She hesitated before slowly picking it up, tears welding in her eyes as she slowly brought the sharp material to her soft skin. The thoughts of what Rodrick did encouraging her more. She slowly poked her skin dragging it down making each press harder until beads of blood formed, threatening to spill down. How long before she'd stop. She didn't know.

Suddenly a light tapping sound came from her window. She got spooked before quickly setting her razor aside for later, wiping the fresh beads of blood away with the sleeve of her dark sweater.

As she slowly approached her curtain covered window she heard another tap followed by another.

She took a deep breath before swiftly peeking through the sheer material.

It took a while to realise who or what it was, but the result was infuriating.

"Are you serious?" She uttered under her breath as she noticed the figure was in fact Rodrick.

She annoyingly opened her window with a bored expression hissing at the goosebumps that braced her skin from the cold air.

"Hey" Rodrick called out awkwardly with what looked like a packet of cigarettes in his hands, fidgeting with it.

Y/n rolled her eyes lightly before gesturing for him to come in.

"God could you be any louder?" Y/n whisper yelled whilst looking down on him as he attempted to tretch through the crispy grass, both hands at either side of her face.

"Yea wanna see me try-"

"No."

Rodrick made his way to the treehouse that sat conveniently beside her bedroom window, struggling due to having a couple of things in his hands.

"The hell are you doing here shitstain."

"What? Is it wrong to visit you like old times?" rodrick said with fake innocence a stupid smirk forming slowly.

"Ha ha" "Old times." Y/n sighed before making her way to her arm chair.

She sat cross legged with an annoyed expression waiting to hear Rodrick's reasoning.

"I'm sorry bout earlier."

"You do this every night Rodrick."

"Oh c'mon-"

"Don't 'oh c'mon' me Rodrick. You were and still are an absolute asshat for what? 2 years now? i cant even keep track!" Y/n said with a deep underlaying sadness threatening to be revealed before her made up persona of not caring.

"Y/n.."

"You hurt me Rodrick." "You hurt me every single day."

"To think I really- To think I really really loved you as a friend." She said whilst her eyes began to form a layer of shine.

It was then on that her sleeves began to slip down without her knowledge as she expressed herself. The material revealing her soft skin grazed by a myriad of small slits and cuts ranging from old to fresh. Her arms told a story no other could tell.

"Y/n." "Y/n have you been cutting again?" Rodrick said with a sternness that was unrecognisable to her. One that she only knew years ago.

"Fuck." "Im so sorry" Rodrick said with what seemed to be genuine care.

He quickly kneeled down in front of her, lean hands embracing her arms.

"S-stop. I." "I never intended for it to get bad again." "I-it just happened." Y/n admitted already feeling defeated and tired.

"Y/n, shit. I-i am so so sorry I made you feel this bad." Rodrick said as he searched her eyes looking for something, possibly a glint of forgiveness which he hoped she still had.

He now slowly caressed her arms, y/n on the floor at this point staring into his eyes, tears threatening to spill. She noticed the little things about Rodrick now that the room was quiet and it seemed to be just the two of them in this whole universe. Like how he hadn't taken off his smudged eyeliner yet, or how his face adorned new freckles now that she hadn't seen him after some time. She couldn't lie about how much she adored him, but she hated him too. To a gut wrenching degree.

"Can we just move past this?" Y/n said as a tear slipped away.

Rodrick slowly wiped the tear away with his thumb, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

He had done his best to comfort her, wrapping his arms around her whilst whispering praises in her ear because he knew she liked that.

The thing was, he always did this. Every night in which he'd hurt her in the day, he'd try to find forgiveness in the night apologising emptily.

"Where're the blades." Rodrick asked seriously, looking into her eyes.

"d'know."

"Give them to me."

Rodrick said before standing up to search for the cause of her self harm. He looked everywhere, on her table that was covered in an organised mess, her shelves which adorned her old guitar picks and photos of her and her friends, her drawers in which one had stored her shorts and underwear. He searched everywhere until he finally found them chucked away behind a plush toy sat on her bookcase.

"Found em'" Rodrick said as if he achieved the greatest thing.

"Rodrick you dont have to take them, their stained and grimey"

"I dont care honestly." Rodrick said before plopping back down to where y/n sat.

The room was now silent, Rodrick still caressing her arm slowly.

"When are you going to stop?" Y/n asked unable to make eye contact, already nervous and anxious.

"I-" "I d'know." Rodrick sighed as he began to open the pack of used cigarettes he had in his back pocket. Offering one to y/n which she took gladly.

"You dont have to be mean to me to seem all tough y'know" Y/n said as she gazed at the ground, cigg lying lazzily in her index and middle finger.

"Fuck" "Yea i-i. I know that. Its just sometimes these thoughts.. These shitty thoughts take over my mind and its like I cant control my body's reaction to them." He sighed as he lit his cigarette up taking a long whiff in the process.

Y/n knew exactly what he meant.

"Y-yea. I understand." "Just, when its about hurting others.. you really gotta hold back on those thoughts Rodrick."

Unknown to him, his stomach slightly fluttered at the use of his name under her tounge.

He exhaled another puff of smoke before examining her face carefully for the first time in a while. She looked pretty all of a sudden. The way her hair was slightly messy, leftover mascara staining her bottom lashes, lips and eyes slightly blown out from crying earlier. The sight made him swallow thick.

"So.." y/n said stretching the o. "How's your life been?" She surprisingly asked.

Rodrick slowly flashed a wide grin at her making her stomach flutter stupidly at how good he looked smiling like that.

"Why'd you care all of a sudden?" Rodrick said still grinning giddily as he took another whiff blowing the smoke away from her face. The small gesture making her smile small to herself.

"D'know.. Just curious. We haven't had a chat about anything other than depressing shit nowadays anyway." She sighed as she began to light her own cigarette.

"Well.." "Heather's been sending me mixed signals again." Rodrick sighed

Heather. Y/n thought to herself. Wasn't she a thing of the past?

"Ah..." "Still hung up on the bitch?"

Rodrick quirked his eyebrow at the choice of her words, a slow and snarky smirk forming in the process.

"Jealous?"

"What the hell, no."

"W-what makes you think i'd be jealous of a stupid no lifer anyway." Y/n said hysterically and a lil too loudly as she took another deeper whiff out her cigarette trying to drown the pain away.

"Hm" Rodrick said as he sucked his cheek in looking to the side of her room.

"Damn, you got the In rainbows record?"

Y/n smiled knowing that was something they'd have in common.

"Yea, signed by thom"

"Wait, shit really?"

"Nah im just fucking with ya" Y/n barked out a laugh in which Rodrick shot back an eyeroll

"So.... Heather huh." "You still.. into her?" She asked hessitantly.

"D'know honestly."

What y/n wanted to say was, Im better for you than she ever could be. She's just a stupid mean girl who prances around thinking she could fuck any boy she glanced at and they'd be at her mercy. She doesn't even like the things you do. She'd never understand you the way I do. But of course, she never said those things.

"Ah"

"Why, hm?" Rodrick said amused but then something just clicked in his little brain.

"Oh, shit...." Rodrick said teasingly with a huge grin as he began to lean closer towards her.

"Is... Is y/n jealous?" He rasped so close to her, each decibel of his voice could be heard.

"What! No. Thats crazy!" She laughed nervously as she broke eye contact, quickly leaning back.

"Yea right." Rodrick teased on.

"So.. You wouldn't mind me calling up Heather right now then? Telling her how much i've been thinking of her."

Y/n's stomach dropped at the use of his words, feeling that overwhelming darkness overwash her.

"Y-yea, 'course I wouldn't mind." She lied through her teeth.

"Okay."

Rodrick pulled his phone out his pocket searching for y/n's reaction in the process. Eyes locked as he smoothly dialled in what she assumed was Heather's number.

The line rang as Rodrick smirked to himself, already knowing what the contortment of y/n's face meant. She was clearly bothered.

Why the hell is he doing this to me. He knows. So why. Why be such a dick about it. Y/n silently cursed in her mind.

The line stopped ringing, not because of the receiver hanging up, but because of the inevitable. Heather picked up the phone.

"Oh hey Rodrick!" The soft velvety smoothness of her voice shined through juxtaposing y/n's rough boyish rasp.

"Hey Heather, what're you up to?" Rodrick's voice sounded unrecognisable, somehow.. sexy?

"Mmm, nothing much." Y/n could hear the clear hessitation in her voice through the phone. "W-would you maybe wanna come over?"

Rodrick licked his lips looking at y/n's face. Satisfied with the reaction he'd gotten.

"Hm, maybe another time sweets. M'a bit busy at the moment."

"A-ah thats a shame. Wanted to try something new w'you."

Something new?

The line went dead.

"Totally not jealous." Rodrick smirked tucking away his phone diverting his attention fully on her.

"Do'ya have a cute little fling with her or what." "Do i need to remind you of the time she broke your heart?" Y/n blurted out, surprised at her own bluntness.

"Jeez calm down y/n." Rodrick said smirk slightly fading, but still tugging on amusement.

"Look for your own comfort, me and Heather dont have anything going on." pause "She's just an idiot sometimes." Rodrick tried to clarify taking another whiff out his cigarette as if he was trying to calm his nerves.

"Ok. Didnt ask though." Y/n said now in a curled up fashion, hair in her eyes taking another whiff out her cig.

Damn. Rodrick thought.

"Its getting late Rodrick. Think y'should start heading home"

The time was only 9pm but y/n couldn't bare seeing him anymore.

"W-" he stopped "Okay then. See you when i see you i guess" Rodrick said having something clearly bothering him.

She watched as he made his way to her open window which let cool breezy air leak in as her curtains swayed in the drafts. Before she knew it he was gone.

"Bye." Y/n said more to herself than anything seeing as no one was there.

She cursed herself to no end that night. Why was she so easily jealous.

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She hadn't gotten any sleep and it was the next day. It was way too early to be seeing Rodrick propped up next to her locker, and he was looking a little better than usual. Ugh. His hair was a mess as if he just woke up, the leftover eyeliner she'd seen him have on last night still smudged beneath the pads of his undereyes and a black jacket draped over a "the cure" shirt. He screamed junkie, yet why was he still so damn attractive.

He turned his head eyebrows raising with a bored expression as y/n approached her locker.

"Hey"

"Yea?"

"Is it wrong to wanna see your face in the morning? Gotta have something to jumpscare me into the day somehow" He smirked before turning his eyes fully onto her.

Y/n faked a scared expression as she looked him in the eyes. "Oh shit!"

"Oh.. sorry was just a little scared by your inability to apply eye makeup."

Rodrick put both his hands to his heart in a fake hurt expression.

"You take that back young lady!"

"Nope. What you gonna do about it?" She said as she slammed her locker shut looking him in the eyes, books for the day in hand.

He was in a relaxed position now, arm propped up against the locker so close to y/n's face that it genuinely gave her a little scare, feeling goosebumps scatter her body.

"You dont wanna find out" Rodrick trailed off and she swears he looks down at her lips for a second. Maybe she was seeing things. Yea definitely seeing things. Or maybe....

"Hey rodrick!" The chirpy voice of Heather called.

"Oh hey heather" Rodrick was now turned and his attention was fully on heather. Atleast thats what y/n thinks.

The thing is, Rodrick is aware. He's aware of the effect he has on her and what it does to y/n when he talks to Heather, so he continues to talk because thats who he is. A dick who likes to tease.

"About last night.."

"Go on"

"Was wondering if you'd maybe like to drop by today?"

Y/n's blood boils and she hates it. Why does she even care? Its not like Rodrick owes her anything or something.

"Hm"

"I mean its totally fine if you don-"

"No yea ill stop by" Rodrick cuts her off with a smirk. The smirk which y/n thought was meant for her and her only.

"Oh cool! See you after school then" Heather said clearly giddy and blushful as she skipped on by.

"So i guess this non existent thing between you and Heather is clearly .. existent huh?" Y/n said with a tired look.

"Nah Heathers not really my type."

"Then what is your type."

Girls who would rather stay at home all day reading a book or playing their favourite instrument than going out and getting black out wasted at a party. A girl who has a lopsided smile everytime she talks about something she likes. A girl who sloppily applies her mascara every morning in hopes it helps her slug through the day better. You. was what Rodrick thought.

"D'know honestly, probably not you is all" Rodrick grinned before nudging her shoulder and walking away.

Absolute dick.

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The warm evening light that shone through her room was a tell tale sign that she'd been thinking about Rodrick way too much ever since she got home and it was still bright out. She found herself thinking about the interaction she had with Rodrick this morning. The way she really thought he looked down at her lips. Why her lips? And why after that sentence. She'd analyzed her perfect envisionment of the memory so much to the point she'd remembered every little slur and lisp Rodrick had produced during the convo. Maybe she was overthinking it. No she definitely was overthinking it.

Clink

She whipped her head up to look at her window hearing the all so familiar sound of small pebbles hitting her window, it'd been a miracle the window hadn't shattered yet.

Clink

She rolled her eyes and got up reluctantly.

She placed both her hands on either side of the window sill, taking a deep breath before looking down. There he was, looking up at her like he always did with a pack of ciggarettes in his hands.

"Can i come in?" He mouthed

I mean what else would she do? The answer was clear.

But she played with him anyway. "No" She mouthed shaking her head as he began to make his way up the ladder of her treehouse.

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How he'd ended up in her bed next to her talking about life was quite weird to her. It all began when she took a cig like usual, but this time she felt especially giggly and happy by the drug as she offered to paint his fingernails. Each one of them a different shade of green because she found that funny somehow.

Now Rodrick was layed on her belly, relaxed as he waited for his nails to dry.

"Thought you were gonna hang with Heather today." Y/n breathed out slowly careful with her movements as Rodricks head followed her breaths.

"Decided not to." "Why? Y'dont want me here?"

"N-No! Its just that... i dont understand why you still come back to me even though you say you hate me."

Y/n's breaths quicken as anxiety washes over her realising what she'd said.

"Dont hate you." Rodrick sighed as he checked out his nails.

"Oh"

"Im sorry i make you feel like it sometimes." Rodrick said as he looked up into her eyes now making his way to rest his head beside hers careful with his nails.

"Its okay i guess." Y/n hates herself for always giving in so easily to him. So quick and understanding when he clearly doesn't deserve her sincerity.

As if her fingers were on autopilot she brushes her delicate digits through the locks of his rough messy hair, brushing some strands out his eyes and this makes Rodricks skin turn hot, the dazed lazy look in her eyes not helping his case.

You dont know what you do to me. Rodrick thought to himself before flipping over, now facing the ceiling and not her so that he could stop his dangerous thoughts before it got too far. This makes y/n feel funny. Why did he turn over? Does he not like me fluffing his hair about. Fuck its weird to do anyway, he's your friend for god's sake. Nothing more. So she turns back over to immitate Rodrick's actions.

Except, Rodrick can't hold his thoughts in anymore.

"You're really pretty you know that- Dont think people tell you it enough." Rodrick sighed now red in the face, fingers fidgety but careful with the polish.

This takes y/n off gaurd.

"Wh- Ah thank you?" She says and Rodrick knows she's smiling because she has that voice on.

"Why're you being so nice?" Y/n inquires and this makes Rodrick sad. Has he really hurt that much? That even a simple compliment bewilders her.

"m'sorry" He mutters under his breath along with a few curses to himself now sitting up right.

"Rodrick?" Y/n asks before copying his position once more.

"Shit. Yea m'sorry Y/n." He says and y/n notices the impossible. Is Rodrick tearing up?

"Gotta go" He mumbles before dashing for the window leaving y/n red faced and confused both hands plopped to her sides helplessly as he takes for the window.

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At the heffley residence.

Rodrick sat dumb and tear struck on his bed. Both legs hooked on the edge and face buried in his palms trying to stop the tears from welding up. He hadn't had a good cry in a century, so why now out of all days? The slow burn of his pent up tears was an oddly satisfying release. Each tear trickling faster than the last, eyes begging to be cleared of its misery.

"Fuck."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Rodrick cursed to himself, all the thoughts of him bullying you and misery he's put you through crashing him in the head just like he would to his drums.

"What's wrong with you." "Sick fuck."

He sighs before plopping down laying flat on his bed, head dazed and vision clouded. Then something clicks in his head. Something stupid but he hopes it works.

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Y/n spent the night strumming her guitar a long to whatever song she'd learnt in the past week hoping to forget about the events of the day. Why did Rodrick leave so abrubtly? Was i being weird? Fuck was I? Yet the thoughts of Rodrick still fled her head just like they did every other night.

The low buzz of an Instagram notification brought her back to life but the person it was from might as well put her back to death.

@rxdr1ckxx - wanna crash at mine?

Cute username she thought.

What? Is he trippin'? He never texts me.

sure! sent.

she stupidly sends in a rush of emotions. "I mean who even sends sure with an exclamation mark!?" She curses under her breath before lighting another cigarette to numb the feelings she felt right then and there, eyes fluttering close as the smoke fills her soul.

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The house was dull yet lit up by the moonlight which sparkled over it delicately. It was a plain looking neighbourhood, quite, suburban and so not Rodrick. It was definitely something she wasn't normally used to. No random beer cans smashed on the floor, no random junkies hanging out at this late hour. Just an irkingly perfect neighbourhood.

She looked up to see a window illuminating light onto the dark house beside it. Could that be Rodricks room?

hey bozo im here 11:58PM sent

she saw the light shadows of someone moving at the top most floor, what appeared to be the attic. Oh. So that wasn't his room.

"what the fuck is taking him so long?" she sighed as she bit her lips at the cold air surrounding her body, quickly stepping on her cig in the process dirtying this perfectly pictured neighbourhood just a little bit. Adding character she thought.

damn, bozo? You're getting real brave out here 12:05AM

finally, you gonna tell me how to get in or what? 12:05AM

yea yea just take the staircase allll the way to the top, literally the only door on that floor. doors unlocked btw 12:06AM

she didnt bother replying to that so she slowly scraped her feet across the pavement as if the slightest sound could wake the whole neighbourhood. Careful as she placed her hand around the door nob twisting it painfully slow until she heard it unclick. The smell of old house filled her nostrils and she honestly felt... at home. She crept up the carpetted staircase that was placed right in front of the door and cringed at every creeeeak the floorboards would make when she pressed her feet down a little too hard on the floor. She even passed by what seemed to be his brothers room, light still on and music playing way louder than it should've at this time of night making her jump in adrenaline as she realised that she was being too slow. So she dashed up the next flight of stairs and was greeted with a swinging door. Fuck, now of all times Rodrick?

He did nothing but stand there with parted lips and she swears he looks down at her lips again.

"Hey"

"Hi."

"Why'd you even invite me over, you never do" The sound of rock playing softly in his bedroom, the one small warm lamp that lit up his whole room, his walls covered in band posters and a freaking weezer album cover made her forget what she even said quickly pushing past him to admire his messy yet pretty room.

"W-woah slow down there" He chuckled before you heard the door shut behind him. You turned around to face him with a smile which made him want to take you right then and there. He shot back that stupid smug grin of his as he made his way to his bed, sitting dazed on the edge.

"Thought i'd start invitin' you over more, seems unfair if I just infiltrate your place." He sighs before plopping flat on his bed, stomach heaving up and down with each breath he took. Hot she thought.

"Well you thought right, i mean where have you been hiding this haven from me! Bitch." She yelps before plopping down right beside him, toothy smile in action as she turned to look at him and so he mirrored her actions.

Fuck why does she always have to look so good. He cursed in his mind as his eyes couldn't help but flutter down to her lips before he shut them tight. Why the fuck was he feeling like this now. Out of all the times he's known her. This time felt different.

He brought his lanky hand up to her face and she flinched slightly at his touch but began to cave in as he rotted her with his unfamiliar, -almost forbiden- affection.

"I'm really- really sorry y/n." He said as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear making her blush a bundle of roses.

"Why're you being like this?"

"Being like what?" He said as she began to sit up right on his bed.

"Don't play dumb Rodrick. B-being all nice and shit." She stuttered as she looked at him with sad eyes.

"You got a kink for me being mean?" Rodrick tried to joke but quickly realised this wasn't the right time.

He sighs. "It's just. Fuck. I've felt so bad these past few days. No- fuck. I feel bad all the time, about the things i've put you through."

She slightly laughs to herself making Rodrick fumble with his fingers.

"And yet i still always let you in." She sighs before wrapping her arms around her knees, bringing it into her chest to feel that nice stretch and comfort it always gave her.

"Sometimes i wonder why. I'm such a dick and and-" Before he can finish those words y/n slowly leans closer to his face now seeing every freckle and crease his pretty face adorned.

"Can i?" She says so quietly it might as well have been a whisper as she glanced down to his now parted lips. His expression was unlike anything she'd ever seen before. Eyes agape with a breathlessness to it.

"Anything you like." And with those words she plants a soft kiss on his lips, one that makes him feel numb in love- no, hungry for more.

"And sometimes i wonder why i still let you intrude my thoughts even though you don't deserve it." She says before pulling away a blushing mess.

"I'll take that as an apology accepted?" He says with his signature stupid smirk which always made a certain wetness pool at her core.

She does nothing but cover her face with her hands embarrassed as the events of what had happened just hit her like a truck.

"Can i.. can i kiss you again?" Rodrick says so quietly and low beside her ear making her flinch in the darkness that covered her eyes.

He slowly removes her hands from her pretty blush strucken face and with a nod of her head he dives in like a man starved. The feeling of her soft plush lips against his slightly dry ones made him feel harder than he already was, the quiet whimpers she'd make every-time he ran his fingers up and down her waist not helping his case.

"You" kiss "don't" kiss "fucking know how long" kiss "i've thought about this for." kiss. He says as he feels her lips smile on his.

"You've thought about me kissing you?" She says a complete pool of putty under his hands as they caress her hips as if she was the most precious thing he's ever laid his hands upon.

"Fuck, was it not obvious?" He laughs before pecking her jaw, startling her as he began to move away from her lips.

So the glances at my lips were real. she thought.

As the kisses got more intense y/n guided Rodricks hands lower, lower and lower causing a soft groan to erupt from his lips, him blushing madly at his antics. She kept going until he accidentally pinned her against his matress from the inbalance.

"Fuck is this okay? M'sorry-"

"Just shut up and kiss me"

Those simple words make Rodricks dick jump hard.

He dives back in moving both her arms above her head and pinning them down from there so he has better access to her neck without her squirming about. He plants soft painfully sloppy kisses around her collar bone and sucks harshly at the hollow space between. He accidentally brushes his hard on at the side of her thigh in the process making her feel that familiar warm liquid pool even more at her core.

"Can i..... Can i take this off?" He asks quietly whilst looking her down with his pretty eyes, each detail of his face unmasked from the amount of freckles that ranged from dark to light, the pinkness of his kiss sick lips, that god damn smudged eyeliner he always forgot to remove.

"mhm" She said just above a whisper as she trembled at his touch around the side of her boobs.

"I need words y/n" He whispers as he places a soft peck on her lips.

"Y-yes." She says as she shakes at his lips and how soft they are.

"Good girl." And with that he slowly removes her top, tapping her sides lightly indicating her to hoist her body up, painfully peeling the soft sweater she wore off her.

His lips were parted and eyes blown at the sight of her in just her bra. She sheepishly covered her chest, insecure of them and turned her face away but Rodrick wasn't having it.

"Show me how pretty you can be yea?" He says as he slowly peels her hands away from her chest making her whimper in the process.

The sight made his already rock hard erection even harder than it could possibly be. Her chest heaving up and down, lips slightly parted and checks flushed. He had her where he always dreamt of. All at his mercy.

He moves down to remove her bra clasp, fumbling with the clip before finally breaking it loose making him groan as he saw her tits come loose. He slowly moved down to give it a little peck awaiting her reaction and he fucking smirks when she moans out his name.

"Never been touched here before?" He asks gently as he continued to suckle each nipple teasingly

"F-Fuuckk n-not like t-this- Ahh shit" she moaned through her words as he continued to abuse the plush skin.

"You" Pop "Look" Kiss "So fucking" squeeze "pretty like this." He groaned as another moan erupted from her mouth.

"Being so so good for me"

"Rodrick?"

"Hmm?"

"Why were you ahh- so mean to me before this." She struggled as his actions got more intense each lick more vivid and drowning than the last.

"Honestly I-" "I was just mad that you were so fucking perfect." He sighs as he looks up at her with the prettiest doe eyes.

"Wanted you to experience what i fucking went through and ended up regretting it all." He slowly brings his head up to level with her caressing her face with his thumbs slowly.

"You dont fucking deserve that and im so, so sorry." He says and she swears this is the most sincere he's ever been.

"You were a dick Rodrick. So now its time to put it to good use." She tries to lighten the mood as she pulls his shirt by the collar and his lips clash into hers again. It was her turn to take action.

She slowly moved her soft hands up and down the denim of his jeans feeling his erection shine through the thick material. He groaned at every miniscule touch she gave him, each one more painfully teasing than the last.

"Can i take these off?" She asks as she plays with the zipper of his jeans.

"Fuck, fuck yea you can" He smirks before guiding her hands down to his belt and watches as she fumbles around with the hook. As soon as she unbuckles the belt he's quick to help remove his jeans in one swift motion. His jeans get tossed to the floor helplessly merging with the floor in his trashed room.

His boxers were tight around his erection and y/n felt her mouth water with the way it twitched each time she tapped it lightly, lips twirling at the faces Rodrick would respond with.

"S-stop Ahh- teasing" Rodrick shakily breathed as he pinned her deeper into the mattress. As if something of a revelation was revealed, his eyes darkened and he grabbed her wrists harshly but not enough to hurt her when she tapped one last time, the hardest time.

He moaned, he hissed, he produced a plethora of sweet sounds.

"Nuh ah ah sweet thing" Her eyes fluttered at the pet name.

"I'm gonna show you just how much i'm sorry. You lay back and relax" Rodrick winks and it's not cringy before planting a soft kiss at the side of her lips causing her the whimper at the lack of affection.

With that Rodrick slowly and painfully traced his fingers down the valley of her breasts, down her soft belly finally reaching the dark fuzz of pubic hairs which grazed her panties waistband. His body was now placed between her thighs, eyes still innocent as he looked up at her. He gave her clothed cunt a soft kiss and she arched her back so hard she swore she saw stars.

"Have you- Have you ever been touched before?" He asked seeing how sensitive she was to his mere touch.

"N-no. I'm still a virgin." She sighs in bliss as he begins to rub light circles around her clit.

"All these years i've known you so well... But i've never known you were a virgin." He grins with a slight sparkle in his eyes as he pulls the waistband of her underwear down a notch.

"Up, I hope you forgive me after this." He taps at her waist and she follows at this new familiarity as if they've done this a million times.

She's not sure if she's hallucinating but she swears she sees Rodrick slowly rutting himself into the mattress at every occasion he gets thinking she's not aware.

He slowly drags the lace-y material down her thighs and gawks at the sight beneath him. Her splayed out on his bed waiting for his next move, hair a mess and mascara blown out. This might as well have been something out of his wettest dreams.

"Im gonna go in okay?" He asks the softest he's ever been whilst placing delicate kisses around her neck making her gasp at the multi sensation.

He slowly plunges a finger in struggling at the resistance rubbing circles around her clit trying to sooth her ache.

"Fuck so wet for me already." He moans as he feels his finger dip in easily. He plunges in her folds excruciatingly slow. Each dip like rubber into her spongy walls.

"A-Ah shit!" She moaned at this new found sensation. She craved for more.

"C-can you aah- put another one in?" She shyly asked as the sounds that filled the air were heinous and obscene. Each time Rodrick went in, a sick slick wet sound was produced.

"So eager huh?" He smirks as he feels his boxers get tighter and tighter, a patch of pre cum staining his boxers and seeping in the mattress as he slowly ruts into it imagining it was her. Each clench around his finger made his cock jump just imagining it was him she was wrapped around.

He obliged and gave her another peck as he inserted another finger. She couldn't take it anymore. The cries that filled the room were far from innocent as Rodrick plunged his fingers back and forth and back and forth through her soaking hole. Never in a million years would Rodrick have imagined that the girl he bullied to be screaming his name as she came around his fingers clenching at every soft praise he gave her.

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