#devon bostick x black!fem reader

[blackterrae]

I feel like there should be a Rodrick Heffley x black!fem goth!reader. For the black fans of Devon Bostick!

@cocoamoonmalfoy @v-era-18 @muntitled @n-slayaaaaa @glitterjuju @ebonyslasher @babeyvenus @slasherscream @halfofmysoulsblog

[muntitled]

Would you ever make a Rodrick Heffley (Devon Bostick) x black!fem goth reader?

She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named

Rodrick Heffley x afab!reader

Summary: Sleeping with him hadn't been a mistake. Your only mistake was leaving the morning after.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Perv!Rodrick, Fluff, Insecurities, Goth!Reader, Rodrick is Whipped, Smut +18 (mdni), Make Up Sex, Praise Kink, Bondage, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Needy Sex, Fingering

You were not a weak person, nor are you ever so overly emotional. 

In fact, most of everyone who knew you ( admittedly a very small amount) would describe you as anything but weak

So what the hell is this?

"What do you think I should say when I get there?” Your voice is as rocky as a glacier and the sun is burning heavily through your fishnets. You could feel every heat ray seep through your long sleeved Black Sabbath shirt and your make up was feeling particularly cakey. Were it not for your best friend forcing you to face Rodrick, you would've been happy to spend the rest of your day huddled up in your listening, listening to the grave sounds of Bauhaus as you unplaited your hair.

The sun wouldn't normally be a problem for you. You'd wear these clothes if the sun was at your doorstep.

But right now, your senses are heightened. The stares you get wouldn't normally bother you, but this friday afternoon, they're piercing all over you. 

"You look constipated," your best friend says as she clutches her glitter covered notebook to her chest. "Stop that-" her lips stained in hot pink pull into a downwards smile.

In contrast, your black stained lips are pulled in a very obvious frown while the dread consumes your face. You walk side by side towards the boys dorm and usually the juxtapositioning doesn't bother you, but a great many things bother you today. You feel like a dark cloud beside her quirky pink perfumed self. Her hair is long and reigned in with a pink bow while your black braids were constantly tied back with a black knitted scrunchie. The juxtaposition didnt bother you.

This afternoon, you’re just hyper-aware of all the boys peppered outside the dormitories. And all their eyes are looking through you. As if you were nothing but a spectre.

Everyone except Rodrick seemed to look through you. When you had met him, it was as if a veil was lifted and suddenly you were thrust into the light.

You had been wall-flowering at a party in your first year of university. Your best friend, lost among the crown while you dug your earbuds in.

If it weren't for the shadow that had fallen over your frame, you might have fallen asleep right then and there, to the sound of Ghost’s instrumentals blasting in your eardrums.

You noticed him waving frantically at you, having yet to remove your earbuds. You didn't know what to make of his thickly applied eyeliner or his messy-on-purpose head of hair. But back then, you didn't really trust this university setting. 

For all you knew, his Joy Division shirt was a means to trap unsuspecting weird girls into sleeping with him.

And so with a very unimpressed frown you had shaked your head and said, “Sorry, I dont have any change,”

He threw his head back in laughter at that. 

He liked you even more now. 

Sure you were the only girl at this party he could ever imagine exchanging saliva with but now he realised you had a personality too? He was a goner.

“I’m not homeless,” His voice reached your ears and you soon realised that he had forcefully removed one bud, “Just wanted to ask you what you were drinking,”

“Why?” Your eyes scanned from his face, to his worn out boots, “Are you planning on messing with it?”

“Jesus,” He cackled, “I should've mentioned that I’m very clearly not a member of any sort of frat.” He raised his hands and said, “I come in peace,”

“I’m not planning on sleeping with you,” 

“I dont need to drug you to get you to sleep woth me,” He leaned awkwardly against the wall and said, “I’m in a band,”

“That doesnt work on me,”

Except it had, and that very evening you and Rodrick had exchanged saliva in a very long make out session that carried you to his on-campus dorm room. 

The very building you are currently navigating, in search of his room.

“I can feel my heart beating out my ribcage,” Your best friend stops in front of a door, one of many down a very long hall.

“It's  fault for ditching the guy the morning after,”

“I didn't ditch him,” You murmured, staring at the floor in shame,

“I'm sorry,” she says, “but the walk of shame story I keep hearing from the football boys about the girl dressed in black fleeing the halls can only be one person-”

“Just go talk to your boyfirned,” You had grumbled.” The door swung open. Your best friend pushed you in the direction of room 7112 as she said, “And you go talk to yours,”

Before you left, you quickly asked, “So, I like… look okay?”

She shook her head, causing another nauseating wave of anxiety to flood your system. “You look like you crawled out of a cemetery.” She says, assessing your very plain and incredibly boring black long-sleeve shirt and your ripped black skirt worn overy ripped stockings.

“Which is how you usually look,” She says, causing your heart to lessen its alarm, “All that black lipstick will send the Freakshow into an absolute spiral,” She winked before sending you on your merry way.

When Rodreick Heffley hears a knock on his door, he almost immediately assumes it's for his roomate. Then he remembers he’s a third year, with no roommate in sight. “Uh-What is it!?” Is all he screamed at the door, hoping that whoever it is would leave him alone. He hadn't been too close, the actress on his laptop screen was far too loud, and far too… perky. He knew that if he closed his eyes and just focused hard enough, he'd be rid of this horrible boner that had been plaguing him for weeks.

Since you left him.

“Don’t do that,” Rodrick squeezed his eyes shut, “Do not think about she-who-shall-not-be-named.” The knock sounded again and he angrily paused his video as he stuffed his cock back into his jeans. Rodrick cursed as he wied his hand with some clothing item littering across his floor and his voice is less-than-friendly when he rips the door open.

“Uh-”

He has to take a moment to close his eyes. When he opens them, you are standing there, sheepishly raising your hand to wave.

“She-who-shall-not-be-named,” He says in an airy whisper.

“What?” You tilt your head questioningly.

Before you can get another word out Rodrick slams the door in your face. Unbeknownst to you, he’s trying to get rid of a week's worth of masturbation material. Evidence of how badly you had affected him, how lonely he had been since you left. He even opened the curtains and when he opened the door again, you noticed he smelled vaguely like aftershave.

“W-What brings you back here?” He tries to be cold. He really does. But this is you. His heart is soaring at the very sight of you. 

Beautiful you. 

In your dark eyeliner and equally dark lips.

He looks away because he has to. You hadnt even said more than 5 words to him but his body was already having a very niticebale response to your presence.

He opens the door wider as he lets you in, “Did you forget something?” He all but sneers and you squeeze your eyes shut as you slide his door closed behind you. You were in this room again and the flashbacks were almost unstoppable. You remembered the way he kissed you. The way he prioritised your pleasure-

“I’m sorry,” You say, completely knocking the wind out of him, “When I left like how I did, I thought I was protecting myself… I didn't know if you wanted anything serious,”

“I would’ve told you I did,” He says, staring at the ground as he stands in the middle of the room, like a tall tree lost in the middle of nowhere, “but we were a little too preoccupied sucking face,”

You snort at that, and he smiles too.

He didn't wanna admit how terribly he had taken your departure. You were the first girl that liked him back. The first girl to actually like his presence. The first girl he could talk to about the things that made him smile. The sleepless nights bled into restless days. Days spent coaxing a jumpy knee under every table…

“So you missed me then?” A smirk flitted on his face as he folded his arms. You rolled your eyes as the cockiness reared its head, moving to sit down on his bed as you hid your smile.

“I didn't say all that,” You declared,

"Don't be like that," he says stalking towards you, his voice suddenly serious but a smile still present, "I know you missed me,"

The arrogance dripping from his voice escalates your blood pressure and sends all your inner systems into overdrive. As his shadow falls over you, you unconsciously lean further against the bed until you're lying supine. "You look like a whore," You can't help but say, eyeing his tight short sleeve shirt showing off a sliver of his waist.

He gasps, "Whatever do you mean?" Rodrick playfully lifts a leg up as he crawls on top of you. "Is the seduction working? Because yours is working on me. I’m trying incredibly hard not to eye-fuck you right now," He's made himself comfortable on his side but his eyes are the very juxtapositioning of 'relaxed'. They unapologetically scan your thighs, clad in your netted stockings

"Get over here," he rasps, "My patience is running incredibly thin," and so you do. You lift your torso and he hovers over you as you both meet in the middle. Rodrick murmurs against your lips, the kiss is furious and hurried and you don't know where to put your hands, "Everything about you is so fucking electric," if only he knew, the only electricity, in your mundane life was brought on by him. 

With him, your life was a hazy sea of black eyeliner and a never sweet, loud music. He made you feel alive.

Rodrick’s lips push furiously against yours, scolding you for your absence, punishing you for your distance. "Crazy," he says as his lips drift to the side of your mouth, "I've been going fucking crazy without you,"

Your mind races with the sudden electrifying feeling of having him back. Rodrick’s hands slithered to the nape of your neck, as he eases your head onto the mattress.

Rodrick’s hand soon finds your breast, soft under the fabric as he groans against your skin. “Fuck, I might not last long,” He admits, already rolling his hips into yours.

“Me too,” You admit, causing another loud moan to leave his lips.

He silences you with another fervid kiss. You're completely lost in him. In the intense smell of weed and leather. The unmistakable sting of metal on your skin. His full and awfully skilled lips are far too eager to get to your breasts. 

"This-" he rasps. You’re not even cognitively aware that he's lowered you onto the blanket, his teeth feel far too fucking good as they scrape along the material covering your breasts, "This shit," he hovers lightly above you, "This shit needs to come off."

"Are you asking for my permission?" You prop yourself up by your forearms, mouth swollen from his kisses as you smirk. "Since when did Rodrick Heffley ever ask permission for anything in his life?" 

Your words send a warm string of pleasure straight through his cock and he audibly groans as he sits back on his haunches. 

He sings in an awfully cherry voice: "Hands up now! Be a good girl," 

"You're fucking crazy," You whisper as you raise your hands, letting him undress you.

He watches you like a hawk, gauging your every reaction, to make sure you even wanted this- even wanted him at all. The moment your nipples, dark and erect, come into his field of vision, he knows he’s done. "This isn't gonna hurt," he whispers, feeling the need to reassure you. "I promise-"

"Rodrick?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm begging you to fuck me," 

Every single part of your being was screaming for him since the moment you arrived.  You had barely been able to keep a straight face throughout the entirety of your mindless conversation.

"You look so fucking hot right now," he says, lowering his lips to your ear, sending a plethora tiny, reassuring kisses, as if trying to distract you from your wrists meeting above your head, and the jangle of the metal joinging them together. 

You look up and your heart rattles when you notice him binding your wrists above your head.

"You have no fucking idea how much I've thought about this moment," the usual rasp in his voice is somehow raspier, darker.

"You've thought about this?" You queried as he stripped your bottom bare, “Kinky, Kinky boy,” You say as your legs spread unprecedentedly. He sends an awed look at your legs before staring back at you.

"Fuck yes," he replies, "I've had nothing but my hand to-" he chuckles dryly, "fill the void,"

He tugs on the cuffs and you gasp, completely unprepared for the wave of arousal that washes over you. "These good?" He asks and you nod.

“Perfect," Rodrick lowers his head to your supine body once more, "I think you're fucking perfect," 

He drags a hand over your body, over the curve of your breast and over the softness of your belly until his fingers meet your exposed cunt. Your head is a wild cloud of braids against the blanket but you could hardly care. You couldn't care less about how completely needy you were for him.

"Jesus- Rodrick" his fingers slip through your folds, eager to spread the embarrassing amount of slick already accumulated there. 

"I need you to promise me," Rodrick watches his hand disappear in your pants as he begins to set a steady, mind numbing pace.

"What're are you- Holy fuck, just there," your back arches off the blanket, eager for your clit to meet his fingers. But he relents.

"I need you to promise me you'll never disappear again."

There's an agonisingly slow build-up as Rodrick’s callused fingers tease your sensitive clit. 

"You gotta say it, Babe, or the declaration is null and void-"

"Yes!" You reply with a quickness, "Okay? I-yes..."

There's a shit-eating grin that splayed over his face. "Now the fun begins," 

You're far too focused on bringing yourself to orgasm, but your entire plan crumbles when he slips his hand out of your pants. You glare up at him, dissatisfaction radiating off of you in waves.

"Don't be like that,” He teases. “I've got little Ole needs too." His quick in discarding his shirt, and as he does so, your anger dissipates for a few heavenly seconds. His tattoo is a glorious patch of ink splashed on an ivory wall. A mark any normal person would undoubtedly regret in their later life and see as the product of a dumb adolescent mistake. But Rodrick never regretted anything he did. He was as firm as the ground beneath you.

"I fucking-" His lips meet the inside of your thigh, "-can't believe this is a thing that's happening,"

"It's happening," You say, unable to curb your enthusiasm. Your own voice is thick with desire. 

"I need you so fucking bad." He says, "I need to be inside you so fucking bad," 

Rodrick is quick to lower his jeans. He uncovers his hard cock, moving his hand along its length, as he stares at you in complete awe. "Hey, Babe?" You begrudgingly drag your gaze away from his hand to his face. "Try not to have the time of your life, m'kay," 

You're about to chide him but he slams his cock all the way into you. His movements are sloppy as they are hurried, and your eyes roll back from the intensity at having every single need met.

"Fuck yes, Rodrick!" Your wanton moans bounce into his ears, filling him with brazing satisfaction. Your hands cuffed above your head elicit another wave of pleasure. Youre utterly bared to him.

"You're never leaving me again, alright?" His forearm is beside your head, allowing him to watch you intensely as he pounds his cock further in. "You're never gonna pull that shit again," His angry thrusts punctuate his sentence, pushing every unsavoury sound out of your throat.

"I fucking promise- OH FUCK-" He sends a hand in between your intwined bodies, flicking your clit and having your cunt tighten deliciously around him.

"Are you gonna cum already?" 

"Shut the fuck-"

"Don't worry," he buries his head in the nape of your neck. "I'm right behind you,"

Rodrick’s thrust deepens and his pace around your clit accelerates until you're finally pushed over the edge. Your vision sprinkles with flecks of light as blind as the stars above you as you cum. "OH JESUS-SHIT," Rodrick pulls out of your wet cunt. Hurriedly stradling your hips before shooting ropes of cum all over your stomach.

You don't mind.

You feared Rodrick could get away with anything.

"Holy fuck- I-Im so sorry," 

He quickly somersaults up from his overzealous fit of pleasure and peers down at you wide-eyed. "Jesus Christ I- I should get you cleaned up," 

You chuckle, as you watch the boy scramble to find the keys to the cuffs. "Don't worry- I could just rinse off in the later-"

His ears perk up at that. Rodrick looks down at his nail painted in onyx, “L-Later?” He asks shyly. That means youre staying.

“Yes. Later.”

[bb-eilish]

Heyy, how are you? I hope you are doing well and taking necessary breaks/rest I was wondering if I could I have some Rodrick Heffley (Devon Bostick) smut??

You don’t have too if it will make you uncomfortable!!

Have a good day or night <3 <3

aw thank you so much and omg yes

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x fem!reader

Warnings: Dirty talk, dom!rodrick sub!reader, teasing, p in v sex, begging, pet names, praising.

You’ve had your eyes on Rodrick Heffley for a while now, everything about him attracts you. His hair, his passion for drumming, his eyeliner, and so much more.

You don’t know what you did to get such good news, Susan called you asking if you’d babysit Greg, Rowley, and Rodrick so they don’t have another party this weekend.

Of course, you accepted immediately, it paid well and you got to stay with Rodrick for 3 days.

Your friends went CRAZY when you told them about it, making lewd gestures as well.

You park your car in their driveway and mentally prepare yourself as you get out. The steps to their door intimidated you more and more, you ring the doorbell and put on your brightest smile as they open the door.

“Y/n, right on time” Mr.Heffley says, “of course, she would be, her mom speaks so well of her at the PTA meetings” Mrs. Heffley chuckles and invites you inside.

“Am I allowed to take the boys places? Like to the movies or to get some food?” You politely ask, ideas running through your head.

“Oh sure, there should be enough money on the counter for you guys to do something fun” She smiles at you, holding Manny.

“Sounds great, I hope you guys have fun!” You smile at them as they leave, they yell goodbye at their kids. Only Greg and Rowley return the goodbye from the living room.

The door closes and you head to the couch, “so what do you guys wanna do?” You ask as you pull out your phone, “I have my license so give me some ideas”.

The boys look like they just won the lottery, “Can we go to the country club Rowley’s family goes to?” Greg asks, eagerly awaiting your answer.

You mull it over your head and accept, it sounds pretty sick.

“Go tell Rodrick to get ready while you’re up there” you say while the boys bolt up the stairs.

“Get ready for what?” A voice asks from behind you, you turn to Rodrick leaning against the doorway in the kitchen.

Trying not to eye him you say, “The boys wanna go to the pool so i’m driving everyone”

His eyes light up and a shit eating grin settles on his face, he makes his way up the stairs to get ready you assume.

After about 10 minutes of waiting the 3 boys all pile downstairs, the younger ones adorning pool toys. You giggle at the sunscreen on their noses, the noise dying in your throat as you see Rodrick behind them. He looks really good in sunglasses.

“Alright everyone, get in my car. It’s unlocked” They do as you say as you get up to get the money Susan left on the counter.

You faintly hear, “I call shotgun, nerds” trying not to laugh too loudly you meet them in the driveway.

Your fingers rake your hair away from your face as you you make eye contact with Rodrick. He shoots you a wink and climbs in. You’re left a little stunned, a moment passes before you get in the car as well.

The boys in the back are already wearing their seatbelts. You get Rowley to tell you the address so you can put it into your car's GPS.

You pull out of the driveway and follow the directions to the country club, wondering what bikini you should wear. You immediately go with black, it looks good on you and you know it’s someone’s favorite color.

You tap your fingers on the steering wheel as a Nirvana song starts playing on the radio.

You’re at a red light when you hear Rowley whispering to Greg, “I think your brother likes her” You pretend you don’t hear them as the light turns green.

You’re almost there when a car almost swerves entirely into your lane. You honk your horn and let out a “fucking bitch” under your breath.

“You suck at driving” Rodrick snickers in the passenger side, you playfully gasp and hit him in the arm.

“I do not, that asshole swerved into MY lane” you laugh.

You enter the parking lot and let out the 2 boys in the back, you know they’re gonna hate waiting for you to find a parking space. This place is packed.

So it’s just you and Rodrick, you’re scanning another section of the lot before asking him to grab your suitcase that’s on the ground behind your seat.

He stretches over to it and brushes against your shoulder, you grip the steering wheel and finally find a place.

He puts your suitcase on the backseat and you thank him, putting the car in park. You unclip your seatbelt and turn your body so you’re facing the backseat on your knees. Reaching over to open the suitcase and grab the bikini.

When you’re sitting probably again you turn off the car and open the door. Making sure you have everything you push the door shut, after Rodrick shuts the door as well you lock the car and you guys are walking towards the entrance. His hand grazing yours a few times.

“Fuck, where’s the bathroom? I gotta change” You both look around the lobby until your eyes land on some signs on the wall.

“Do you want me to put any of your stuff in a locker? I’m gonna need one anyway” You ask halfway through the door for the women’s bathroom.

“Yea, here” He mutters as he takes off his unbuttoned shirt. You flirtatiously eye him up and down, grabbing the shirt from his hands. You sway your hips a little as you walk into the bathroom/locker room.

Going into a stall you shut the door and undress, you put the bikini top on last and can’t seem to tie it right. You groan and put an arm over your boobs so the cloth laying on it doesn’t move.

You open the door and find a locker, shoving all of the stuff you don’t need into it.

You’re embarrassed as you leave the bathroom with your top untied. You scan the lobby for Rodrick, nothing.

You finally find him near the pool, eating some fries that are next to him.

“Are those yours?” You question, you weren’t gone for very long how did he already order food?.

“Nope” he says shortly, that makes sense.

“Can you tie my bikini top? I can’t do it” The second you say bikini he slides his sunglasses down his nose and stares at you. You place the bottle of sunscreen in your hand on the table next to the mysterious fries.

You raise your eyebrows silently questioning him, “oh, yea, of course” You turn and can feel his presence behind you, fingertips softly meeting your back as he finds the strings. He ties it and taps your waist signaling that he’s done. “When did you get that belly button piercing?” He mutters in your direction, “why? do you like it?” You tease, smirking at him.

Finding the chair next to his, you grab the sunscreen and spray it on your arms, legs, and torso. “Roddy, can you get my back for me?” You pout at him, he bites his lip and takes the can from you.

You stand up and turn around for him once more, you jump a little when the cold spray hits your back. Your ass grazes his crotch midjump and he stills, taking a deep breath he sprays the rest of your back.

“All done” he says, you swear his voice lowered an octave. “Well I’m gonna go swimming, wanna join the boys and me?” You ask already walking to the edge of the pool, he springs up and takes off his sunglasses.

“What are you guys playing?” You question the 2 who stop splashing for a second.

“well, we were playing marco polo until he cheated” Rowley said, annoyed, “I didn’t cheat YOU cheated” Greg defends, and they go right back to splashing each other.

“Alright then…” you trail off heading for the pool stairs.

The water is extremely cold when you start walking down the stairs.

“Oh my god could they make this any colder?” An annoyed voice says right next to you, Rodrick looks like he’s in pain as he walks down the stairs as well.

“Hahaha, are you okay?” You laugh at him as he shivers, he looks back at you and freezes. Eyes settling on your chest, you take a peek down and realize your nipples are hard.

You cover your chest with your arms, “perv” you splash him and he squeals. You’re dying of laughter until he splashes you back and you gasp, “oh it’s on” you laugh.

Splashing him more, you guys take turns splashing each other for a good 10 minutes.

“Alright alright, I surrender” He puts his arms up, you stop splashing and giggle at him.

You look down at your stomach, the piercing showing through the water. You admire it, it looks so cute.

Rodrick seems to agree as he follows your gaze and licks his lips, he’s really into it. All he wants to do is get you alone and have a front-row seat of it.

You doggy paddle into the deeper end and he follows, “can you give me a piggy back ride? I’m tired now” you ask, getting closer to him.

You giggle more as you look at the stunned expression on his face. Before he can answer you’re already thanking him and pressing yourself to his back. He can feel your nipples through your bikini top and clenches his fists, jaw slack.

“You alright, Roddy? Am I too heavy?” He shakes his head, “N-no you’re fine, I’m just cold is all”

You smirk and whisper, “Well let’s heat you up then, shall we?” The smirk never leaving your face as you wrap your legs around him as well.

“All better?” You whisper mischievously.

All of a sudden he swings you around him, so you're face to face.

He looks pissed as he growls out, “If you keep teasing me I’ll have no choice other than fucking that bratty attitude out of you” You gasp and bite your lip, he leans closer and takes your jaw between his fingers. Pulling your lip from the confines of your front teeth.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks staring at your lips, you nod eagerly and he leans in more. Your first kiss with him was thigh clenchingly hot. His teeth nipped at you and it made you throb.

You break away to ask, “Can we go home, Roddy? I need you so bad” The pout on your face making his swimming trunks tighter.

“Fuck, yes” He kisses you briefly and lets you get off of him. You swim to the stairs and go up them, fast walking to your stuff on the pool chairs. Once you have it you step into the lobby and into the bathroom to change and grab your stuff.

You’re fully dressed and you grab your car keys, running the vehicle to unlock it.

You pull the car to the front so everyone can get in, taking a breath you ask, “did everyone have fun?” Glancing at the front mirror to look at the boys.

“Yea” they both said in unison, “try to contain your enthusiasm” you tease. You pull out of the parking lot when you hear “I had a lot of fun” from Rodrick. It makes you blush and chew your lip.

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“Alright we’re here” You announce, the boys slowly making their way out and to the front door. They look exhausted, as you all enter the house they go straight to Gregs room. “Let me know if you guys need anything” you call up to them, they grunt in understanding.

You feel a hand on your ass and gasp, Rodrick pushes you into the nearest wall and presses himself into your ass.

“Fuck, I’d bet you take my cock so well, y/n” He whispers into your ear hotly. You shudder when you feel his breath fan over your neck, trying your best not to moan. His hands slide up your sides and up to your clothed breasts. He squeezes and you can’t help but whimper. He chuckles darkly and pulls away, grabbing your hand to pull you to his room in the attic.

You don’t have much time to look around before he pushes you on his bed and takes off his shirt. You do the same and rub your thighs together as he eyes you.

“Can you take your bra off for me, baby?” He coos, you nod obediently and do as he says.

The second the fabric is off of you he connects your lips, kissing him made wetness pool in your underwear and you moaned. He pulled away slightly to kiss down your neck, then down the valley between your breasts and then down to your navel.

He looks up at you while he kisses around the piercing, you clench at the feeling and tip your head back.

“Can I take these off?” He plays with the hem of your pants as you agree, he yanks them down and off of you.

“You’re so pretty, y/n” He leans back down to kiss you, you don’t expect him to grind into you and it takes you by surprise. Moaning into his mouth you buck your hips, he smiles into the kiss.

“You’re so eager for my cock aren’t you?” He whispers against your lips, you whimper into him and buck your hips once more.

“Fuck I bet you’re so wet for me”

“Check”

He groans and drifts one of his hands down to your underwear, the action sprouts goosebumps in his wake. The first touch to your soaked slit has you letting out a shuddered breath, "Fuck, I knew you were wet for me but I didn't know you were soaking. You want it so bad don't you?" He growls as he strips you of your underwear, he stands at the end of the bed and positions you so your clenching hole is perfectly placed right under his clothed cock.

As he slips off his pants and boxers he looks you in the eyes and says, "Beg" you whine instead and wiggle your hips upward trying to feel him.

A moan rips from your throat as he slaps your cunt, the pain making the pleasure heightened. You can feel yourself throb and gush, "p-please, Roddy. I'm so ready for you, fuck, I need it so bad ple-

The beg dies in your throat as he teases his head up and down your slit, covering himself with your wetness.

You whine again trying to urge him, he obliges and pushes himself into you. Both of you trying your hardest not to moan too loud, "please move" you beg breathily.

He starts a steady pace and grips your hips muttering, "such a good girl for me, so wet and warm just for me" The filth coming from his mouth causes you to reach for him, any part you can grip you dig your nails into.

All of a sudden he grabs both your legs and puts them on his shoulders, the new position allowing him to reach deeper inside of you.

"You're so big, Roddy. I'm not gonna last long" He smirks at you, "yea? pretty girl gonna cum all over my cock? huh?" you nod frantically as your eyes roll into your head.

He leans down to kiss up and down your neck and collarbones again, licking and sucking as well. His hand shoots to your engorged clit and his thumb rubs circles into it.

His lips on your neck paired with the feeling of his cock splitting you open as well as his thumb abusing your clit renders you speechless.

"Gonna cum for me, baby?" a moan slips passed your swollen lips and you nod once more. "Me too, where do you want my cum, princess?" You try your hardest to put together a sentence, only able to let out a, "t-tits". He groans at the image of his cum covering your tits, bringing him closer and closer.

The pressure in your tummy releases and your mouth opens in a silent scream, clamping your eyes shut you arch in pleasure.

Rodrick's hip stutter as he keeps rubbing your clit, pulling out as he fists himself over your sweaty, twitching body. The sight of you has him cumming fast, he throws his head back and you whine at the feeling of his hot cum landing on your already hot and flushed skin.

You both catch your breath as he pulls out, "we still got 2 more days of this" he smirks slyly. You hit him playfully in the arm and drag him into a quick kiss.