Synopsis: You’ve just moved in next door to the Heffly’s and your bedroom is in the attic, just like Rodrick’s…with the windows facing each other. And though he admits to himself that you’re attractive when he first saw you, but he kept his distance, until he accidentally saw you getting changed.
A/N: I’m not actually sure how old Rodrick is, especially since the books seem to be in this weird state of time never passes by, but he’s still in school so I’m just gonna say he’s in his last year of high school making him 18.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, yes this is basically Rodrick being a big ahh pervert and the reader subtly provoking him so if not ur not into that move on👍, body worship, virgin Rodrick, p in v (no protection), oral (male receiving)
Uhmm (Part•2)
It was mid afternoon on Saturday. The perfect time for you to execute your plan. You’d been listening to his band practice from the basement, the garage door wide open for everyone to hear. In short you were gonna bring him over to your house and go from there.
You watched as his friends left the basement ending their conversation on the sidewalk before driving away. Quickly you hurried down the stairs and out the front door. Your parents were away working which meant if something were to happen they wouldn’t be around to find out. It was perfect. You scuttled closer to his house, shouting out for him before he returned back inside.
“Hey! It’s Rodrick right?” You already knew of course but you wanted to make this look as innocent as possible.
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The call of his name catches his attention. Turning to see who it was, his eyes widened when he saw you standing only a few feet away from him. A wide smile spread across your face and he noticed that you were stood on the pavement in your socks. You didn’t even put shoes on? Did that mean you actually wanted to…talk to him?
Rodrick quickly became aware of the lump in his throat and just how much he was staring. He blinked, trying to shake away the surprise plastered on his face.
“Oh uh, hi,” he noticed the way you smiled even harder, your eyes soft and seemingly genuine.
“I’ve got a poster on my wall I wanna move but I can’t reach it to take it down. Normally I’d ask my dad but they’re both away and you’re considerably taller…so do you think you could come and grab it?” He realised that you’d been slowly shuffling towards him as you spoke, your perfume filling the air between you. With the way you looked up at him through your lashes, there was no way he could say no, not that he would have anyway.
“Oh, yeah sure.” You quickly turned on your heel and skipped away back to your house. He hurried to follow you, catching up to you on the stairs to your room. The layout of the house was the same as his just mirrored, so he knew his way around.
Your room was covered with posters and tapestries, even on the slanted ceiling, which is where he spotted the poster you wanted moving. It was a…Limp Bizkit poster? That was surprising. You definitely didn’t look like the type to listen to metal, and you didn’t hang out with other metal heads.
He raises his hand and points to the poster, “This one?” You nod, a small chuckle escaping your throat. “What?”
“You look surprised.” He tugs at the top of the poster, pulling the blue tack away from the ceiling.
“I just didn’t realise you were into metal,” he replies, his voice quiet as he takes the bottom of the poster off.
“Oh, right,” you laugh. “If I could be bothered I’d dress the part, but I just love colour, you know?” He rolls the poster up and hands it to you, looking at the others displayed in your room. Your cassette player that sat on top of your desk. It was a newer model, and probably actually worked compared to the old thing he had. Your collection of tapes was sat just behind it, and the first one caught his eye.
‘Dance of Death - Iron Maiden’
It was their newest release that had just come out a month ago, and he’d been begging his mum to get it since.
“I haven’t listened to it yet, do you wanna?” You asked, seeing how his eyes focused on it immediately. As you stepped closer to grab it, your arm brushed his, the sudden touch making his voices catch in his throat. Unable to voice a response he nodded, and he could have sworn he heard you giggle quietly.
“Hold on I gotta pee, stay here.” It was true, you did. But you also wondered what he’d do, if anything, if you left him alone in your room.
He watched you bounce down the stairs until you were completely out of sight. Making his way to your bed, he sat down on the soft mattress and examined your room even more. It looked incredibly different from the inside compared to looking at it through his window.
This half of your room was typical girly stuff; there was a pile of stuffed animals on your pillows and more artsy posters and tapestries hanging above your bed. By the stairs was a display case with even more stuffed animals and a few vinyl, the disc peeking out of the cover like how they’re be displayed in the stores.
He got up to take a look, though his mind was filled of thoughts already. About how you looked at him, the way you actually spoke to him, and how much cleavage your top showed off. When you stood next to him he could practically see all the way down your top.
He’d already seen you naked before of course, but seeing you this close, even if it was just a small part of you, made him go crazy. Heat was rising in his chest and his pants suddenly felt tight and restricting. He tried thinking of other things to stop the bulge from growing and becoming obvious, like how mad his science teacher was going to be that he didn’t do the homework, again.
And then he noticed your laundry basket, sitting snuggly between the display case and the wall. He shouldn’t have looked, but he did; he peered over, and sitting on top of all the other clothes were a pair of light yellow panties.
He shouldn’t have grabbed them, but he did; he reached and clasped the material, his hand sweaty from the fear of being caught. At this point he was too wrapped up to care about the consequences, he remembered seeing you in these the night before as you twirled about in front of your mirror. His other hand is already resting on the bulge in his trousers, and hole begins to palm himself through the material. His mind races with thoughts of how you’d react if you could him, a brief wave of guilt washing over him. He just wanted you, needed you so desperately, and maybe this wasn’t the best way to go about it but he was too far in to care.
And then, fighting against himself, he unbuttons his jeans, freeing his cock from the fabric of his boxers. His cock twitched under his touch as his rubbed the fabric of your panties in his hand. He noticed a wet patch as his thumb brushed over the centre part; you must have worn these to bed and only taken them off this morning.
His thumb brushes over the tip of his cock with each stroke, heat rising to his cheeks. A thought pops into his head, and he contemplates it for a second. He peaks over towards the stairs, there was no sign of you. Slowly, he brings the fabric up to his face, the tip of his nose brushing against the wet patch as your scent fills his lungs.
His breathing becomes heavy and laboured, partly from the fear of you catching him; there’d be no making up for it now. He pants and fall back onto your bed, his strokes getting faster and your panties still help up to his nose.
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You sigh, buttoning your shorts and closing the bathroom door behind you. You took the opportunity to freshen yourself up a bit, just in case something did happen. As you begin to ascend the stairs to your room you can hear him…panting? It sounds like his just ran a marathon. But there’s another noise; it’s quieter and harder to pick up but it’s there. He was moaning. Not full in moans but short, quick little ones.
Halfway up the stairs is a creaky floorboard, and when you reach it the noises stop, and are then quickly followed by the sound of a zipper. You put your questions aside as you reach the top of the stairs. Your eyes lock with his almost instantly, and you notice how flushed his cheeks are.
“Sorry I took so long…” your gaze trails down and lands on his crotch, his pants still unbuttoned. And then your gaze shift to his side where his hand rests…and a pair of your panties?
Oh. My. God.
“Are those my panties?” You bring your hand up, pointing to the fabric in his grasp. “Oh my god, I knew you were a pervert but I mean..what were you even gonna do with them? Once you’d finished jerking off like were you just gonna put them back on my-“
“Wait what do you mean you knew?” He stands up, panties still in his hand.
“You think I don’t see you watching me change through the window?” A smile spreads across your face as you speaks to him. His boldness to not only jerk off in your room but to also take a pair of panties turned you on. His brows furrowed as you smirked, your gaze switching between his face, his hand and his crotch.
You step closer to him. One hand grabbing the zipper of his trousers whilst the other took your panties from his hand. You guided his hand under your tank top whilst pulling down the zipper, looking up at him through your lashes. You’d mention how tall he was earlier, but standing next to him you realised he was more than a whole head above you. His breathing became laboured again and his eyes widened as you placed your hand on your bare tit beneath your top.
You hooked your finger over his boxers, his cock springing up out of them. His breath faltered as you wrapped your hand around it. Your other hand snaked up around his neck as you gently stroked his cock, pulling his face down towards yours.
His lips quivered against yours, quiet moans escaping his throat into your mouth as you continued to stroke his cock. It twitched under your touched, throbbing as you began to pick up the pace. His kissing became hungrier, so you pushed against him with your hand, sitting him in the edge of your bed. You straddled him. His hand still resting on your tit with the other one grabbing your thigh as you sat on his lap.
You broke away from the kiss, a string of salvia still connecting your lips. You push him down to lay on the bed before taking off your top, throwing it to the corner of your room. His hands rested on your hips, his gaze intensely focused on your bare chest, your nipples hardening in the sudden exposure to the air.
His heart skipped a beat in his chest as he reached up to grab your tits. He played with them gently as you continued to stroke his cock, pinching your nipples between his forefinger and thumb. His mind was racing with thoughts; he couldn’t believe he was here, actually touching your chest, your hand wrapped around his dick, the two of you kissing only moments before. If it weren’t for his desire to go further he would have passed out there and then.
Propping himself up on his elbow, he took one tit in his mouth, the other still in his hand. His warm tongue against your hard nipple forced a moan out of your throat, your fingers intertwining in his hair as he sucked.
You took your hand away from his dick, Rodrick quietly groaned in response, and moved it to the top of your shorts. As he heard you unbutton them and slide the zipper down, he used his free hand to help you take them off. After shimmying them down your legs he pulled away from your chest, lying back flat against the bed.
You inched further up his lap, his cock now pressed between his pelvis and your crotch. Your panties had grown wet long ago and he couldn’t help but moan at the damp fabric brushed against his cock. You grinder against him, his hands on your hips following your movements. He was close; you could see it in the way his brows raised, hear it in the way his moans became louder and lewd.
You stopped moving to lean down and kiss him again. His hands moved to grab your ass as your lips moved against each other. The kiss only lasted a few seconds before you stood up from the bed. He rested back on his elbows to get a better view, watching you through half lidded eyes and knitted brows.
You slid your thumb under the hem of your panties, sliding them down your legs. Mounting him again, you dangled the fabric in front of his face, a teasing smirk pulling on the corners of your lips.
“Go on, perv.” Slowly, he grabbed the fabric, somewhat embarrassed. You fully sat down on his lap, his cock, flat against him, nestling into your wet folds. He moaned at the touch of your pussy, and you had to stifle a moan as your clit met his throbbing dick.
You began to grind against him again, coating his cock in your slick, your sensitive clit feeling every vein that it brushed past. His grip on your hips tightened, his breathing becoming short.
You stopped abruptly, a whine escaping his lips. You leaned down, your lips meeting his. His arms were quick to wrap around your body, holding you so you couldn’t pull away again. Your tongues danced around in each others mouths, your breaths becoming one.
Reaching down, you lifted your ass up, resting your knees. Like this you were able to reach his cock just enough to position the head in line with your pussy. You broke away from the kiss, your faces only centimetres away, and sank down onto his cock. You hadn’t realised it before but his dick was pretty girthy. It was honestly the perfect size; it was just big enough to stretch you out comfortably without hurting.
You both moaned as your ass rested on his thighs, his dick snug inside of you, the tip just reaching your cervix. It was like he was made for you, and after all the perv-ing it was worth it.
His hands slid down from your back to grab you hips, his grasp firm yet gentle. Slowly, you began to rock your hips back and forth, using your knees on the bed as leverage. His hands follow your movements as his cock slides in and out. He whimpers and moans quietly, becoming louder as you pick up the pace.
Between the whimpers and moans you can hear numerous quiet “thank you”s and “oh fuck”s. His eyes are shut, his mind focused solely on how good you felt and how glad he was that you didn’t hate him for his perverted behaviour. You lean down, tits pressed tightly against his chest, and begin placing kisses along his jaw and neck.
His breathing becomes quicker, you can feel the rise and fall of his chest against you. One hand comes up and tangled within your hair, holding your head to his neck. The other grasps your ass cheek with a grip strong enough that you’re sure it’ll leave a mark. It’s fine though, it’s not like anyone besides you or him would know.
You can feel his crotch getting progressively wetter as you continue to ride him, covering him with your own fluids. Breaking free from his grasp you sit back up, quickening your pace whilst simultaneously becoming sloppier. You were close, both of you. You could feel it in the pit of your stomach and the way his legs twitched and trembled beneath you.
His hand fall back on your hips as you continue to rock back and forth. Your breath becomes shorter as you feel the knot building quicker and quicker in the pit of your stomach, and his not so subtle moans become louder.
One of his hands lets go of your hip, reaching down, his thumb meeting your clit. And that was all it took. Your head lolls back and Rodrick’s name escaped your throat in a loud and lewd moan. Your body trembles on top of him, more of your juices coating his thighs. Quiet “oh fuck”s leave his lips, his thumb still gently circling your clit as you come down from high.
As your body relaxes you lay flat against his chest, his arm wrapping around your waist. “God you look so beautiful when you cum,” he says as you sit up, looking down at him with heavy lids. His cock twitches inside you and you remember he’s still yet to finish. You rise up onto your knees, his cock slipping out of you and resting against his lower abdomen, coated in your juices.
With your legs still trembling from your orgasm, you slide off the edge off the bed. Rodrick sits up and shuffles forward towards you, your head now nestled in between his thighs. His cock, now a few inches away from your face is still twitching, leaking with precum.
You grasp it by the base, bringing it closer to you until to tip grazes across your lips. A soft, quick moan comes from Rodrick, just from this gentle touch. Your lips part and you take the tip in your mouth, his cum salty as you swirled your tongue around, particularly over the slit.
His moans become quicker and more lustful, his hand reaching down and entangling itself in your hair. You bob your head up and down, your pace quickening as you hand strokes the base.
Rodrick’s grip on your hair grows tighter, his legs twitching more until he holds your head in place, his hips buck and cock twitching wildly as you feel the warmth of his cum hit the back of your throat. He moans your name over and over again until the twitching stops, his breathing heavy, and he pulls you off of his cock.
His hand let’s go of your hair, coming down to gently, and lazily, trace over your lips with his finger. There’s a heavy tension between the two of you, as you look up at him through your lashes. His fingers trace the curves of your face.
From downstairs you hear the door opening and your name being called by your parents. You head whips around to the stairs, you swallow the cum without realising, a coughing fit following shortly after.
You turn back around to see that Rodrick has already zipped his pants up, causing a sense of relief to wash over you. Until you remember you’re buy naked. Scrambling around your room to find your clothes, you pause to point at the window.
“Out.”
“Out the window?!”
“Well you can’t go downstairs unless you wanna explain what you’re doing up here!”
“Oh…right…”
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A/N: why did I make this so long….HOW did I make this so long
All fluff, no spicy stuff…for once. Gender neutral reader.
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-Working is Nanami’s way of life, so it’s no surprise that he works just as hard at home too.
-With him being the breadwinner, it meant you could afford to only have a part time job, allowing you to relax and take time for yourself most days.
-But you knew that when he eventually returned home he wouldn’t be pleased if he found you’d been using that free time just to do chores.
-The pair of you had fallen into this routine where you’d do simple task, putting the laundry in the washer, going shopping whether it be for necessities or luxuries, and he’d come home and do everything else.
-He insisted upon doing the main chunk of work, cleaning every nook and cranny, tidying and organising whatever you returned with from your shopping trip, and especially cooking.
-As soon as he learnt your favourite meals he began cooking one every night for you.
-When he gets home from work he goes straight to doing chores, after spending some time with you of course.
-And if you even try to help he’ll push you away gently, telling you that you didn’t need to stress yourself with ‘strenuous activities’ now that he was home.
-If there’s not many chores to he’ll put his hands to work giving you a massage as you watch your favourite films.
-He especially loved the nights where you’d be out busy, whether it be at a friends place or a party, and you’d return home in the late hours a little tipsy.
-Getting to care for you like this by cooking comfort meal, helping you feel refreshed and get you to bed was one of his favourite things about your relationship.
-And he takes this house work SERIOUSLY. I’m talking feather duster in hand, gloves up to his elbows. You even bought him one of those headbands and though he doesn’t technically need to he still wears it whilst cleaning.
-And on the rare occasion where he took days off, he’d sometimes plan them for while you had a busy day, all so that you could return to a spotless house with only-just-taken-out-of-the-oven food sitting on the dining table.
-The smile that you were helpless to stop from spreading across your face made his efforts and hard work worth it, and that was all that really mattered.
-There was one night in particular where you’d just returned home from a night out with your friends where you had gotten caught in a downpour. You stood in the entrance of your house, rain dripping onto the floor. Nanami was quick to grab you a towel and run you a bath so freshen yourself up. Whilst you relaxed in the bath he cooked one of your comfort meals, bringing it to you once you got out. The two of you sat on the edge of your bed as you ate, wrapped in a fluffy blanket as Nanami tussled your hair, using a blowdryer to speed up the process.
Hey! Good news, I finally put my 2022 Ao3 account to use and have began reposting all my fanfics to there. All future fanfics will be uploaded there as well.
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Synopsis: You’ve just moved in next door to the Heffly’s and your bedroom is in the attic, just like Rodrick’s…with the windows facing each other. And though he admits to himself that you’re attractive when he first saw you, but he kept his distance, until he accidentally saw you getting changed.
A/N: I’m not actually sure how old Rodrick is, especially since the books seem to be in this weird state of time never passes by, but he’s still in school so I’m just gonna say he’s in his last year of high school making him 18. There’s also not actually smut in this one bc for some reason I spent so much time writing the build up?? Oops
Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, yes this is basically Rodrick being a big ahh pervert and the reader subtly provoking him so if not ur not into that move on👍, body worship
Uhmm (Part•1)
Rodrick flopped down onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling twirling a drumstick in his hand. His friends were busy which meant no band practice and there was never anything to do in town anyway. He could do some studying but that required too much effort. Boredom was going to kill him soon, he could feel it.
He sighed, throwing his drumstick on his side table, after which it quickly rolled off down the back, pinned between it and the wall. Fuck. Ah he’d get it later.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the blur of a figure pass by his window. Slightly spooked his sat up, turning his gaze towards the window.
You’re stood by the window with the curtains half drawn; unfortunately you’re not stood behind them. Your top half is completely exposed, the hem of your shorts peaking above the top of your dresser.
He lies back down on his bed, out of fear that you’ll catch him staring, his eyes wide in shock. The image is clear in his head, like he’s still looking at you. He can’t help but close his eyes and focus on your body, the way your low rise shorts hug the curves of your hips, how smooth your skin looked, the freckles dotted along your collarbone and down your chest. Oh god your chest. The way your tits sat perfectly, the perfect size. He imagined his hands cupping them in place of a bra.
For a moment he wondered if perhaps you’d done it on purpose. If you hadn’t closed your curtains fully because you wanted him to see. And then he wondered if that meant you liked him, wanted him even. He shook his head to rid the thought, realising he only thought this because he wanted you. When he first saw you he could acknowledge your beauty but he never had the desire to be with you. It was sort of like a celebrity crush in that aspect. But after seeing you half naked his perspective changed. Now he had that desire.
Then another thought popped into his head; were you still there? Should he look again? He weighed out the pros and cons in his head. If you were still there getting changed then he’d be able to see your figure again, take another look and engrave the image into his brain. But it meant he’d also run the risk of you catching him. He was lucky the first time that you were too busy looking from something in your dresser to notice him. And if you did catch him looking you’d probably shut your curtains forever and never speak to him. Not that you did anyway. But it would ruin the possibility of a relationship.
The chances of you still getting changed were low enough for him to prop himself up onto his elbows, turning his head to look through the glass another time.
You were no longer at your dresser, but still in view. You were stood in front of your mirror, examining or admiring your body. You’d put on a small black crop top which revealed far too much cleavage to be worn in public and your shorts were so short that they were more like panties.
You were further away so he couldn’t see you in as much detail, but he could also see more of your body. The way your hips were the perfect width and how they slimmed down into your thighs yet were still plump. As you twirled around he took in the shape of your ass, imagining how it’d feel pressing against his lap.
You then turn and disappear behind the closed curtain, and Rodrick is left with his memory and imagination. Almost like it has a mind of its own, his hand slides down and unbuttons his trousers, his cock springing up slightly, still restrained by his boxers. He shouldn’t, but he can’t help it. He closes his eyes to really focus on the image in his mind. He strokes his cock, thinking about your curves and small features that nobody else will have seen, and maybe it’s because he feels guilty for being a pervert, but he goes antagonisingly slow with each stroke.
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He wouldn’t do it again. He swore. But then you left your curtains wide open when you were changing after your volleyball practice and he couldn’t help himself. As sweaty as you were, it made your skin glisten in the late afternoon sun that shone through the window in such a beautiful way he thought he was going to die on the spot. It wasn’t perverted if he really admired you instead of being lustful. That’s what he told himself anyway.
He’d began learning your schedule, and over a few weeks he’d memorised that you have volleyball practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays which means you come home at around 5 in the afternoon. It was as honestly when he preferred to see you; there was something about the way you glowed in the low sun. It made him feel like a mere mortal admirer a goddess.
Though he’d also noticed that you had began to stand at your dresser more frequently, taking longer to get changed. Specifically he noticed that you spent more time naked in front of the window, and that you’d been forgetting to close your curtains on a regular basis. Part of him questioned if you noticed what he was doing, his perverse behaviour, and that maybe you were doing it on purpose. It again made him wonder if maybe you were into him.
There were a few times he thought you had caught him. It had become a routine to sit watching you and masturbate as you paraded around your room usually half naked or in just underwear. Sometimes horn would beep on the road and it’d grab your attention, or you’d just randomly look up out of your window. Either way he knew that the more he watched the more likely it was that you’d catch him in the act.
But it was too late now.
He needed you. To be able to feel you. Not even in a sexual way he just wanted to run his hands along your smooth, plump skin, feel the dips between your muscles and any imperfections in your skin that you may have. He wanted to be able to show affection towards you, to show you just how obsessed with you he’d become in the last few weeks. Of course he did also want to feel himself inside you, taste your slick on his tongue, hear how you moaned when he hit the sweet spot inside of you.
But you’d been at the school almost a month and the popular girls had laid their claim on you. He knew that in your mind you’d branded him and his friends as the weirdos, so this was the closest he could ever get to achieving his desires. And he’d accepted it.
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It’d been about three weeks since you first caught him watching you undress. At first you didn’t mean for him to catch you, you’d just forgotten to close your curtains fully. But there was something about the way he tried to hide from your gaze and keep his actions a secret…it sort of turned you on.
You’d learnt that when he wasn’t in the basement with his band he was in his room, meaning there were a lot of opportunities for you to ‘accidentally’ leave your curtains open. There were times when he thought you couldn’t see him, when he got too close to his own window, engrossed with the shape of your figure. Even with the distance between the two of you, it was clear how much he desired you. You could see how his eyes were glazed with appreciation, how he truly admired your body, his gaze falling on your chest most of the time.
And you seemed to thrive in the way he quietly worshipped you.
So you’d began spending more time getting changed, purposefully standing by your dresser more often. Unfortunately he always managed to position his lower half just out of view, meaning it was up to your imagination. It didn’t matter though; your imagination with his perverse behaviour was enough for you to get off to. You’d found that almost every time you flopped onto your own bed, hidden and out of view of your window, your panties had quickly become wet, soaking with your slick. So more often than not, you’d find your hand between your thighs, your thoughts filled with ideas of what Rodrick might look like when he cums, how flustered he might look underneath you, since there was no doubt that he was definitely a virgin.
He was the same at school. Minus the masturbation part. You’d caught him staring at you too many times to count; when you turn around to talk to your friends you’d see him admiring you out of the corner of your eye. Or when you noticed the way his gaze followed you as you walked past him in the corridor. His attention was solely focused on you, oblivious to the questions his friends were asking.
Your friends had told you that he was one of the weird kids at school; he dressed emo and listened to weird music and played even weirder and shitty-er music. But there was something charming about his messy hair, dark puppy dog eyes, and the passion he had for his music whenever you overheard him talking about it.
You had to do something. As weird as it felt to admit, you wanted him, desperately.
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