There might be spelling mistakes, please ignore that <333
L didnât feel love. No, he had things to do besides have measly puppy crushes.
So what the hell was this feeling?
Heâs been working with his partner since the start of his detective career. So why is is it like every time he comes around, worms are playing in his stomach. Or whenever he says another of his stupid remarks, L feels a smile on his face.
It was a weird feeling to have, especially towards a man. L wasn't gay. Not at all.
L ate his cake aggressively with a pout. "Ugh..."
"What's wrong Ryuzaki?" M/n looks up from his laptop and side eyes L, confused as to this was slightly uncharacteristic for L in his eyes.
"Nothing...nothings wrong.." L says without bothering to look at M/n, trying not to feel the weird sensation of worms in his stomach again like yesterday, and the day before that and unfortunately so on.
"You sure? You know...I can't help but notice that whenever we're near each other you act like this Ryuzaki. Is it cause I'm disturbing you in some way?" M/n turns his chair towards L, tilting his head.
L grits slightly and turns his chair away also, "Well you're not entirely wrong about that, m/n...It's just that..." L sneaks a glance at M/n, regretting that instantly as the sensation of worms in his stomach hits him stronger than any other occurrence. "Never mind please forget I ever said anything"
"You...Ryuzaki!" M/n stands up abrubtly, finally getting L to look at him properly. M/n walks up to L and grabs his shoulders, "Ryuzaki!! You've been distant towards me this past few weeks. What did I even do to you? Huh? Didn't you ever consider how I felt? How i felt cause my friend was not only ignoring me but avoiding me?"
L just blankly stares up at M/n.
"if you're done talking, I'd like to go back to eating my cake." L looks away blankly, as if dissmissing m/n on purpose.
M/n's jaw tightens, "Is that so..." M/n turns around and sits back into his chair, "You're so annoying sometimes, you may be smart in everything you do but you aren't smart in human interaction, now are you L?" M/n sips his coffee, licking the excess coffee off his lips.
"I said call me Ryuzaki for the time being, l/n." L deadpans and still doesn't bother to look at M/n. Annoyance seeping into his tone.
"M/n or n/n or nothing" M/n grits at L, "Stop being so annoying, L" M/n smirks lightly cause he's getting under L's skin.
"You...You're so infuriating..." L side eyes m/n "Please keep your mouth shut for the rest of my eating session. I like to eat in peace" L stuff his (FAT) face with another piece of cake.
"You sure do eat a lot for someone so skinny, it's amusing" M/n smirks at L, slightly glaring at him.
L rubs his bottom lip with a finger, "....You remind me so much of Light, m/n" L finally turns towards M/n.
"hah...Weren't we just talking about keeping our mouths shut, hm? Don't compare me to your boyfriend." M/n's expression turns smug.
"I never saw Light in that way, m/n. Please, refrain from saying such things. And I have my eyes set on someone other than him otherwise." L spoke as if you knew the person he was talking about. "Someone you know....very well" L rubs the bottom of his lip and smirks at the cake in front of him.
"What could you possibly mean by that? Stop getting cryptic with me again" M/n finishes his coffee and looks at L.
"Oh? And here I thought your detective skills were similar to mine, m/n." L smirks directly at you now, fidgeting with a sugar cube. "ignoring that, I've always loved the ability you have to decode and how fast you figure out cases with different, but effiecent perspectives...Mhhn...It seems like now, you can't decode what I ment" L drops the sugar cube into his own coffee.
"Are you...flirting with me?" m/n raises and eyebrow.
"Ah, now you are using that ability of yours now, M/n.." L lowly says, turning away from you to properly stir his coffee.
M/n stands up silently and spins L's around, kissing him roughly, bruising L's lips slightly.
"mhnnn...!" L breaks the kiss suddenly, his face red and his toes curling. "M/n..?"
"hahh....Don't look at me like that...always flirting with me like that...and you expect me not to fold?" M/n grabs L's shirt and kisses him again.
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M/n and L are tangled together other on the couch. M/n bites the bottom of L's lip.
"Ugh...." L breaks the kiss and straddles m/n, "Are we really going to do this here? I have a private room just so you know"
"There's no need, I know the idea of Watari watching us is exciting you. I can see that...visibly" M/n makes a pointed look at L's boner.
"Ah. You aren't wrong. Again. Well if you're going to do this, be gentle. It's my first time, I'm assuming it's your first time. With me." L grinds down on M/ns own hard on.
"Well you aren't wrong" M/n grinds up against L himself. "Aren't you getting bored of your clothes, hm? Let's take them off, shall we princess?"
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"M/n..!" L bites his thumb as m/ns fingers curl just right inside of L. "Damn it I said gentle....You never listen you stubborn!" L arches when m/ns fingers curl up against his prostate. "Ugh!?...wait do that again..."
"You awfully talk a lot don't you L?" M/n goes faster with his fingers adding another finger (three fingers).
"I-...I said Ryuzaki..!" L grips your shirt when you curl against his prostate again. "M/n,m/n..."
"I see no difference." M/n removes his fingers from L's now lightly gaping hole. "So erotic...Let's replace my fingers with something bigger that you'll like more."
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L's head leans back, revealing his neck to you as you lock him in place while abusing his prostate, "hahhnn...mhnmm..." Tears start to form at the corners of his eyes.
"You like that, huh? You like how i reach deep inside of you...Hm. I think i wasn't the only one who wanted this..." M/n watches the bump on L's stomach reappear and disappear. "Just hold on a little longer for me, I think the worlds best detective can, hm? Be a good boy for me L."
"yess..I'll be a..!...M/n!" L arches again, and gasps when you fast enough to slightly hurt. "pl...Please!"
"Oh? Please what? Good boys use their words..." M/n teases L just a bit more.
"...Ughh...slow down..." Tears start to fall from L's eyes, desprately grasping onto M/ns shoulders for some kind of grounding.
"You're doing so good for me..." M/n bites L's neck...trailing down to his collar bone and to his chest, kissing the bites right after.
///-A change of positions <3-/
Every time you pressed down on that spot, every time you shifted at that sharp point of pressure, L felt like he was being branded.
L's sharp fingernails scratches against your back, leaving angry red marks on your skin. His legs wrapping around you as you thrust into him like a man dying of thirst.
L finally loses his shame and lets out of series of pathetic moans and pitiful whimpers. "...s-stop...pull...please...fuckkk..." L drops his head against m/ns shoulder.
M/ns thrusts start to stutter as he's reaching his climax, "nghnn..Ryu..L" M/n bites L's shoulder to muffle his noises as he comes inside of L.
"Ugh...oh...How weird.." L's eyes stare where his and your bodies are connected. "But it didn't feel as weird as I thought it would be."
M/n finally shifts out of his daze and looks at L smugly, "Oh? What could you mean by 'not as weird as you'd thought it'd be', hm?"
L smirks, rubbing his bottom lip with his thumb. "You know exactly what I mean, m/n" L looks away for a second. "Maybe a second time wouldn't be so bad..."
Light⌠or also secretly known as Kira, the murderer who makes criminals disappear just by having their face and name⌠or at least thatâs what people think.
Itâs actually the death note that he does his work with, thatâs actually how he got into contact with you⌠Teru. Since under suspicion of Near⌠Light decided to trust you with the notebook after seeing you on Demegawaâs show.
And some time later he got into contact with you, at first on accident when he was meeting up with Takada. You called her⌠and when Light had to speak vaguely because he was being recorded, you caught on. Intelligent. More then he imagined, which he really liked of course⌠and he soon met you in person.
Well itâs been some time since that⌠Light occasionally visits you at your place. At first his plan was to do similar as he did with Misa and Takada⌠make you fall in love with him, I mean he was fond of your opinion on Kira and how you treated him because of this⌠but thereâs just one problem as he attempted to do this⌠maybe he did accidentally fall in love with you as well, whoopsâŚ
Well he never fell in love even a little bit with Misa or Takada⌠man this doesnât help those gay debates in his head at all eitherâ but heâll still try to deny this, because he canât see falling in love causing anything well to happen with him being Kira.
Anywho, Lightâs hours off the task force would soon come⌠but it wouldnât be too long before heâd have to go back again. Instead of Light heading home, where Misa would be, he decided to stop at your place⌠I mean it sounded a lot better then having to see MisaâŚ
And he definitely isnât going because he wants to see your stupidly attractive face again, not at all⌠just to check on the death noteâŚ.
And soon he would arrive at your door with a knock.
âHey.âLight would simply and bluntly greet you when you answered the door, acting as if itâs normal for him to be here⌠I mean itâs not unusual, it just doesnât happen often.
But Lightâs tentative gaze was shifted somewhere idly behind you, he didnât want to see your probably now happy face replacing your usual stoic one now that youâve seen him. But he has his excuse on why heâs here....
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"Oh hey... What's up?" M/ns eyes shift away slightly, trying to avoid Lights stoic and piercing brown ones.
âCan I come in?â he asked quickly, stepping forward without waiting for an answer,not rude exactly⌠just impatient about something.
"Oh uh, yeah, come in" m/n steps aside and let's Light in, watching him carefully and gently closes and locks the door.
Light stepped inside, shrugging off his jacket with practiced nonchalance. He hung it neatly on the hook by your door,always so tidy, always composed. But there was a slight tension in his shoulders, something subtle that only youâd notice after months of seeing him.The apartment smelled like tea and paperâyour usual ambianceâand for some reason, it made him relax almost instantly.
âI just⌠needed to check on something,â he said smoothly, âthe Death Note.âHe didnât look at you as he spoke. Instead, he walked past into the living room like he owned the placeâwhich wasnât unusual either. Light had never been one for formalities when it came to people this close to him.
But then again⌠how many people did let Kira into their homes? Just three: Misa, Takada, and now...you. Although he shouldn't really care that much because he's just here for the death note, yeah... Only the death note.
The obnoxious crunch of chips snaps him out of his daze and he shifts his gaze to you.
"Where is it, m/n." Light walks up infront of him and crosses his arms. "I need it, now"
"Ugh calm down, always so prissy about this death note" Matthew continues to eat his chips, wiping the crumbs off his shirt.
Lightâs expression didnât changeâstill calm, still unreadableâbut his eyes lingered on you a second longer than necessary. The way your gaze met his⌠the crumbs at the corner of your lips from the chips⌠it did something weird to him. Something he refused to name.
He pushed off the doorway and took a step forwardânot threateningly, but like someone whoâd decided something silently. Without asking.He reached out.And gently wiped that crumb away with his thumbâslow, almost absent-minded in how intimate it was for someone as controlled as Light Yagami.
"Give me the death note..." Lights fingers slowly trace m/n lip, while staring at his lips with lidded eyes. "Just tell me where it is...."
In Lights head he's thinking about how this horny fool is too easy to manipulate. That makes all three of his "love interests" tools just for him to use with just the right words to each of those three.
M/n blushes slightly and smirks, "Hey,if you wanted a kiss, Just say so" m/n captures Lights mouth in a tender kiss.
Light panics slightly cause this kiss was a bit unexpected but he calms down cause this will make Matthew trust him more.
Light feels up for m/ns pockets and smirks slightly into in the kiss and pulls out the death note carefully out of Matthews pocket.
What a idiot, Light thought. Light breaks through kiss gently.
"Sorry but I must get going now.I can't be late for dinner now can I?" Light tries to escape this situation with feigned nonchalance, trying not to look you in the eyes cause after weeks of observing him, he noticed that whoever you set your sights onto never escapes that easily.
"Light, it's so cute that you think that I'll let you leave that easily, not after that kiss....of course not..." m/n grips his waist and pulls Light flush against him. His hands shifting to set over his ass.
"Well...uh..I just don't see you that way, m/n." Lights hands twitches in the air before stiffly falling to his side. Damn it, I knew this horny asshole wouldn't let me go this easily.... What should I do now?
"Really? And here I thought you were a master at lying... You know, you've been getting more easy to read" M/n coos, "And you've been letting your guard down wayyy to much lately"
"You asshole, you'd think I'd really..." Light cuts himself short as you put your cock on his face.
"Put that pretty mouth of yours to work,yeah?" M/n smirks as Light finally gives in, watching him choke slightly on him.
M/n huffs as Light goes too slow for his liking and m/n grabs Lights head and forces him down. "Put some work into it" You scold him lightly.
Lights tries so hard not to gag but he ends up gagging and chocking on m/ns cock. "Mnnhh!" Light desperately whimpers as you make him take the whole thing all the way down. He gags once more, tears threatening to fall as he removes his mouth and gasps for air.
Light lays on his back on m/ns bed, gripping the sheets as m/ns long fingers open him slowly. "Mhnn...M/n.." Light gasps as you find his g-spot already.
"W-What was that...!" Light clamps his legs around your hand as you touch that spot deep inside of him again.
"Well that didn't take long" M/n lines himself up with Lights entrance. Light watches in anticipation with hazy eyes, "so weird..."
M/n thrusts into Light then suddenly pauses inside of Light, making Light groan in annoyance. "What is it? If you're going to do it just do it already...!"
M/n huffs, "So pissy for nothing...I won't move until you tell Ryuk to go away" M/n glares at Ryuk who just chuckles and stays put near the door.
Light also glances at Ryuk with a slight embarrassment, "Ryuk uh, please leave us alone for now, you can come back later" Light looks away dissmissivly.
Ryuk leaves silently, keeping his eyes on Light while doing so. Light shifts his attention back to M/n. "maybe I shouldn't have let you touch my death note..."
"Whatever, Let's get back to what we were doing Light" M/n keeps his gaze on the bump on Lights abdomen. M/n starts to thrust deep inside of Light again.
"Slowly!" Light gasps out, shocked by how fast m/n is going, "F-Fuck...Did you really want me that much...?" Lights legs wrap around you and one hand covers his mouth and the other grips the sheets. "hnnn...m/nn..." Light whimpers out as tears build up at the corners of his eyes.
M/n angles himself to hit where he discovered Light liked the most, "ugh...so tight...." M/n thrusts into Light a bit deeper, chasing his own haze as he almost doesn't hear Lights loud moans.
Tears start to fall as M/n doesn't slow down, Light tries to hide his face in shame but M/n puts his hands over his head. Light struggles a bit as he starts to feel overwhelmed. "slow down....please m/n!" Lights lets out a sob and arches as M/n hits that spot again.
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"M/n, M/nn!" Light crys out as you start to aim for his prostate now, he arches up to you, sctraching your back in desparation as this is the 5th time Light has spilled on himself. "S-Stop..just come already..."
M/n lets out a shaky grunt and finally releases into Light, making Light let out a small whimper as he feels the sensation of being filled. Light glares up at you with teary eyes.
"I hate you so much..." Light rests his head against your pillow, panting softly and yelps once you bite his neck. "What was that for you idiot! People can see that..!"
M/n smirks and kisses the spot, "Just so you don't forget who you belong to"
â Loser Rodrick x Popular, slight possessive male readerâ
As far as Rodrick knew, he was absolutely sure he was into women!!
Flirting with girls, having girlfriends, the occasional summer fling or school crush, plus the celebrity crush.
So why was he so different when he was around M/N? M/N was a guy! It wasnât⌠normal, right?? Well, Rodricks parents were out of town and he decided to throw a house party!
He invited everyone in the school without checking who he invited, that included you. Ugh, he was so doomed.
He saw you at his house at the party. Music, snacks, drinks, gamesâŚRodrick went up to you, standing besides you with a soda in a red solo cup with his eyeliner on, his elbow on a nearby counter as he started to attempt to small talk.
âHow are you still single? Youâre pretty handsome.â Rodrick attempted to flirt and failed a bit as you raise an eyebrow, a sheepish laugh escaping him and mentally cursing himself.
"W-What I was trying to say is uh, want to grab a drink with me, m/n?" Rodrick looks away and to the drinks table.
"Sure, I was going to get one anyways" You respond, putting your phone away and following him.
Rodrick is busy making a drink for you, turning his back. You can't help but notice his weird attempts to get closer to you this past week. He always made time to talk to you or insist that he'd be the one to help you practice the guitar. Well, it's cute, and it makes you wonder what he's going to do next.
"Here, I hope you like it" Rodrick looks away and grips his cup a bit, he visibly waits for you to try the drink out. "Well? Do you like it? I played around with the best tasting alcohol-"
"Hm...Rodrick...Do you like me?" You stare straight at him, raising an eyebrow and smirking a bit. You move closer to him, towering over him in height (he was a bit short in comparison)
Rodrick stammers and fidgets with his cup loudly, "What!? Like you??" Rodrick nervously scoffs "As if I'd like someone as snobby as you, and I'm not even in to dudes anyway, that's just not how I swing man-"
You huff and grab his hand firmly "Who do you think you're calling snobby? And don't even try to lie to me, I've seen you checking me out any chance those messy eyes of yours get"
"Checking you out when there's nothing to look at? Don't make me laugh, how can I like you?"Rodrick snaps back.
Now he's gone and said it, he needs to shut up.
Well you see, m/n is very insecure of his body even though for being averagely built.
You grab him by the waist and kiss him in the heat of the moment. Rodrick stops breathing for a second and gasps into your mouth.
You do everything in the book, biting his lip, gripping his waist and feeling him up. In his kitchen. In his kitchen were people can see. Near the damn drinks.
Rodrick does what any straight bisexual person does, stop the kiss, right? Well that's what he should've done to save his "reputation". He melts into the kiss and starts kissing you back but more desperately.
"Hhnn..I love you so much,m/n..."
You pause and after a few seconds he pauses too.
You break the kiss but your grip on his waist doesn't loosen up one bit."I-Is that true? Do you..actually love me?" You look at him all does eyed and he flushed up.
"Of course not! It's not like...." Rodrick looks down and clenches his fists, and unclenches it. "I do like you, ever since we were kids"
"And it's okay if you say no"
"I just want to see you happy m/n, with the woman you love."
Rodrick turns his head away but you force it back to face you. "Rodrick, I like you too" You still look at him with those does eyes. "Please, don't say something like that. I want to be happy... With you. I want to be with you"
You kiss him again and lift him on the counter, making some people glance at him but they just look away.
"A-Are we really going to do this m/n?"Rodrick breathlessly says.
Rodrick nervously straddles your bare waist, too embarrassed to take his one shirt off cause of his stupid skull tat he got while drunk with his stupid friends.
"I want to see you" You mindlessly tug at his shirt. "I want to see every inch of you I'm going to take"
Rodrick blushes and scoffs "shut up and just put it in already" he slightly grinds against your cock with rips a light groan out of you.
You smirk slyly "if that's what my baby wants...." You coo at him while slowly tracing his abdomen.
You thrust up into Rodrick experimentally, which causes him to groan loudly. "Don't be shy to make noise, you made the music unbearably loud after all."
Rodrick impatiently rocks his hip against yours to try to chase that feeling of you moving in him. "M...M/nnn..."
You just watch him try to move on you on his own, you tut and thrust into him yourself at a steady pace. Which causes him to whimper a bit.
"You're so perfect..mine..and only mine" You lowly say. "You'll be filled so good, I'll ruin you for anyone else"
"M-M/nnn...!" Rodrick whines your name out as you start to move faster "More..."
"m/n please...!" Rodrick cries out as this is the third time you denied his orgasm, his eyes filling with tears as he ruins his eyeliner and arches when you hit his prostate again mercilessly.
M/n leans down a bit and slows his thrusts down a bit, which makes Rodrick sob, feeling Rodrick walls pulsate around him. "It's okay baby," you plant a kiss on his forehead, "you're doing so good for me..."
Rodrick let's out a whine as M/n picks up the pace again, his eyes rolling into his head. Moaning loudly at every deep thrust m/n makes.
One of M/ns thrusts particularly made Rodrick let out a pathetic chocked sob and he buries his head into your shoulder to muffle his sounds as he spills all over himself.
Rodrick let's out a shaky gasp as m/n keeps on going, letting out more pathetic moans, his walls trembling and gripping onto m/n.
"M/n stop...i c-can't come anyMORE..!" Rodrick let's out a loud cry as m/n starts targeting his prostate while picking up the past.
"You're doing so good, good boy...." You thrust one last time, finally coating Rodricks walls with your come. You pull out and cuddle Rodrick.
"T-That felt amazing...we have to do that again sometime,m/n.."
"Yeah,yeah. Not after I make you my boyfriend first,Rodrick"
THIS IS AN ABSOLUTELY GOATED request for part 2 from đžđ anon, who asked for a part 2 and I'm flattered!! I'M SORRY, ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE YOU REQUESTED A PART 2, I HAVE EXAMS AAAAA- Hope you enjoy this part too (they get freaky)...!! Mwaaaaa asks always open guys, I love them!
cw: period-typical attitudes to being gay (not homophobia though), male/amab reader, older/college reader (21), Rodrick in last year of highschool, so he's 18, awkward first-time blowjobs, rude/crude teenage boy humour
â It's been a while since Rodrick tripped over his sexuality, thinking of you so badly he actually couldn't escape a speeding ticket when driving his van. So now he actually has to walk home and he hates it. Even worse when a certain convertible pulls up and he REALLY doesn't want to decline a free ride...
click here for part 1
Rodrick needed to back-track this all. Okay, he'll admit, he WAS thinking about it. Thinking about it all day, all week.
It all started when he got Heather's number when he flirted with her outside the bowling alley, and told him to "swing by sometime." And he had. Of course he had. He was Rodrick Fucking Heffley, who got punked by a group of highschool girls.
So how the hell did he end up slammed against a granite countertop, gripping a stranger's expensive shirt while their tongue was halfway down his throat?
Well, turns out Heather's older brother wasn't just some preppy dude with a nice car. He was hot. Older, confident, smug as hell â the kind of guy who looked at Rodrick like he was a stray dog he was about to either adopt or put in his lap just to see what would happen.
And Rodrick let it happen.
No one knew. He hadn't talked about it. Who would he even tell? Rodrick hadn't even looked him in the eye the next time he came around to pick Heather up â just stayed silent, face hot, like he was afraid his dick was gonna remember what happened if he said more than a sentence.
Now it's been a couple weeks.
And today, Rodrick was trying so hard to look cool.
He was waiting out front of the school with his bandmates, sprawled across the sidewalk like they owned the place, cracking jokes and pretending they weren't all probably failing. Rodrick had his jacket off his shoulders like it was a cape. Fingerless gloves, shirt unbuttoned just enough to say yeah, 'I know I'm hot,' eyeliner smudged on purpose.
It was a whole look. And you were eating it up.
Heather was taking forever. Probably reapplying lip gloss or bullying freshmen or whatever she did.
His friends were trickling off, getting picked up or peeling away on their sad little skateboards one by one. Rodrick stayed put, tapping his boot against the pavement, adjusting his chain wallet, glancing at his phone for no reason. Just vibing.
And then?
Then he heard it.
A car horn â short, sharp, and obnoxious â ripped through the air like a slap across the face.
Rodrick's head snapped up.
He finally noticed you.
Window down. Arm draped out the side, knuckles loose on the wheel. Designer sunglasses. Lip between your teeth, chewing gum slow and deliberately like you were in a goddamn commercial. The engine purred like a threat. You looked like sin on legs and a fat inheritance.
And you were looking right at him.
Rodrick froze like he'd just been caught with his pants down.
Because in a way, he had. And after what happened last time? He doesn't want to imagine having his pants down, because... well, that's obvious.
The car didn't roll past. It lingered. Engine purring low AGAIN like it was laughing at him.
Rodrick squinted against the sun, already feeling the heat crawl up his neck. He didn't move. He could've walked away, sure. Pretended he didn't see you. Kept his pride and maybe a shred of sanity.
But he didn't.
Instead, he stood there, hands shoved in his pockets, jaw clenched like he was trying to win a fight he didn't even know he was in yet.
The convertible idled in front of him, all sleek lines and ego. Then came the voice.
"Hey, loser."
You were leaned out the window, sunglasses low on your nose, gum clicking against your teeth. That grin on your face? It was unholy. Like you knew exactly what you were doing to him.
Rodrick rolled his eyes so hard he almost saw the moment you kissed him play out in the back of his skull. "Real original," he muttered, biting the inside of his cheek.
"Aw, don't pout." You stretched your arm a little farther out the window, flexing your fingers mockingly. "I figured you'd be flattered I remembered you."
"Yeah? Well, I'm not." He puffed up a little, angling his shoulder like he wanted to block your view but couldn't stop himself from inching closer to the car. "What're you even doing here?"
You popped your gum. Loud. "Picking up my bitchy little sister. What else?"
Rodrick blinked. "Heather?"
"Duh."
His brows knit together, mouth twitching like he couldn't decide between confusion or sarcasm. "She left like... fifteen minutes ago."
You tilted your head, mock confusion on your face.
"Did she now?"
You slammed your palm hard against the outside of the door with a thunk, arm still draped lazily out the window, wrist dangling like you owned the whole damn parking lot. The car jumped slightly under your force, and Rodrick actually flinched.
You didn't smile, cursing obnoxiously loud, "That bitch."
For a second, his face was all wide eyes and instinct, like a feral cat cornered behind a dumpster.
Then he burst out laughing.
Not just a chuckleâa full, mocking cackle that cracked out of his chest like he was watching a soap opera and you were the main character having a meltdown. "Holy shit," he snorted, "You look like a pissy brat. Relax, man."
You narrowed your eyes. "Shut the hell up."
Rodrick took a step forward, one arm just above the driver's window, leaning in casually and milking this new authorityâlike he'd won something. "Touchy, huh? Thought you were all grown upâ"
"Touchy?" you cut him off sharply, voice low now, almost a growl. "You wanna talk about touchy? Last time I recall you're the kidâa kid with a raging boner."
The laugh caught in his throat.
Rodrick's mouth opened, then closed. Like maybe if he stared at you long enough, you'd take it back. His ears turned a distinct, traitorous red.
You popped your gum again, the sound sharp as a slap, and let your arm hang loose again like you weren't even phased. You stared into his face, his more rigid posture and his fist against your car. You weren't phased, god no, you saw pathetic, barely legal teens running their mouths all the time. But this time, you wanted that mouth on something elseâeyeliner, cracked lips and smudged makeup all.
Rodrick, however, looked like someone had just unplugged his amp mid-set.
"Well?" You grin, eyes flicking from his face down to his studded belt then back up again, "You better run home, buddy. Before your mommy tells y' off or something?"
Rodrick didn't move.
His hand curled into a loose fist against the top of your car door, knuckles pale like he was using it to stay grounded. His eyes flicked down to the tires, then your rims, then back to your face. He was quiet for a second too long, and that silence said everything.
You raised an eyebrow. "What, cat got your tongue?"
"No," he muttered, voice tighter now, jaw clenched like he'd just bit down on glass. "Just thinkin'."
You leaned your cheek into your shoulder, blinking at him real slow. "Let me guess. Van trouble?"
Rodrick's eyes narrowed.
You huffed a little laugh, shifting in your seat. "Right. You've been walking, haven't you? What happened, Daddy find out you drive like a bat outta hell?"
He didn't respond, just gave you a glare that tried to be threatening but only made you smirk harder.
You dragged your tongue across your teeth and clicked your gum again. "I'll give you a ride."
Rodrick perked up ever so slightly, but you held up a hand like a cop issuing a citation.
"Backseat."
His face dropped.
"What?"
You popped the car door lock with a little click, lazily jabbing your thumb over your shoulder. "You heard me. You wanna get driven, you sit in the back. Can't have you near the stereo, you might get ideas."
"Are you serious?" His voice cracked with disbelief and something dangerously close to a whine.
You smiled now, mean and slow. "Dead serious."
Rodrick looked at the door, then at you, jaw working like he was chewing rocks. "You treat me like a fuckin'Â dog, man."
You shrugged. "Nah. I like dogs."
He muttered something under his breathâdefinitely a curse, probably directed at youâbut he opened the back door anyway, dragging his feet like he was being escorted to a prison van.
You watched him slump into the seat through the rearview mirror. "Good boy."
Rodrick flipped you off immediately, middle finger directed at you through the mirror, leanign against the window like a little shit.
You didn't start the car.
Instead, you leaned forward, grabbing a fresh piece of gum from the center console, slow and deliberate like you were on a break instead of chauffeuring some crusty eyeliner gremlin with control issues. You unwrapped it with a flick of your wrist, popped it in your mouth, and started chewing again, slow like molasses.
Rodrick squinted at you through the rearview mirror. "Dude. What are youâ?"
You turned, not your whole body, just your head, resting your elbow on the wheel like you had all the time in the world. "You want some?"
He looked at the pack, then at you, suspicious. "Is that the weed kind?"
You rolled your eyes. "No, princess. I wouldn't waste the good shit on you. Pink lemonade. Super innocent. Calm down."
Rodrick gave a little scoff but didn't move.
"Suit yourself," you said with a hum, stretching just enough to spit the old gum into a tissue and stuff it into the door pocket. "More for me."
A pause.
"Just drive," Rodrick gritted, leaning his forehead against the glass like he was trying to escape by osmosis or something.
You made a soft noise of protest, exaggerated and bratty. "Can't. Finishing my gum. Can't you see? My mouth's busy."
Rodrick groaned, leaning back again, both hands in his hair now.
You caught his eye in the mirror, that same mirror where he'd glared at you, flipped you off, bit back a dozen smartass retorts. And now?
Now his gaze was stuck. Jaw clenched. Thighs spread just a little too wide.
Your smirk curved wider, and you tilted your head.
"Unless," you said, voice dropping slow and sticky, "you want your mouth busy too?"
Rodrick stopped breathing.
Like actually. You saw it. His chest locked up, and his eyes darted from your mouth to the back of your headrest and then down to his lap like maybe that would save him. He HAD been thinking about it all week. He was basically semi-hard for days, honestly (though he'd never admit it), too embarrassed to jack it off.
You didn't turn around. Just stayed staring into the rearview, chewing your gum, letting the quiet buzz of the car hold the moment taut.
And now Rodrick Heffley looked less like a punk and more like a problem about to beg for one himself.
"Well?"
Rodrick cleared his throat. Loud. Like maybe that'd distract from the very obvious urgeÂ
"I'm notâ gayâ or into...thatâ," he muttered.
You raised your brows at the mirror. "Cool. Neither is gum, but you've been chewing on me with your eyes since the kitchen."
"Jesus," he groaned, pushing his palms to his face. "You don't get it."
"No, I do." You smirked and let your tongue flick against the gum once. "You're not gay. You justâwhat? Accidentally had your tongue down my throat? Accidentally got hard? Accidentally stood in the shower for twenty minutes thinking about it, but didn't jack off because that would make it gay?"
Rodrick flinched. You grinned. You knew.
His hands dropped to his lap again. "I didn'tâfuck off, dudeâ"
"Aw, c'mon," you crooned, turning your head just slightly now, still leaned casually against the wheel like you had all the cards. "I'm just saying. If you're gonna moan about being straight, you might wanna stop looking like you're one lip-bite away from crawling up here and asking me to fuck you."
He scowled, flustered, but didn't deny it.
You let the silence crawl back in, slow and viscous, like syrup in the heat. Then, softly but it wasn't meant to soothe him or anythingâthe exact opposite actually,
"Unless that's not what you want. Maybe you don't wanna fuck. Maybe you just wanna suck."
Rodrick blinked, almost spluttering over nothing. "What the hellâ"
"Not a bad option." You popped your gum again. "Start slow. Feel it out. Literally. Could be an experiment. You're in high school, right? Great time for science."
Rodrick looked like he might short-circuit. He opened his mouth. Closed it.
He's a highschooler, a dude at that tooâsex and porn is meant to be funny, obnoxious and excite him. Not nervous, god why is he nervous?
Then, very softly, his gaze dropped and he muttered something that sounded like:
"...I meanânot...I dunno..."
It wasn't a yes. But it wasn't a no either. You could work with that.
You reached up and killed the engine. The quiet thud echoed loud in the space between you. You unbuckled your seatbelt, smooth and slow, then rolled your neck like you had time to kill.
Then, one hand shoved casually in your pocket, you stepped out of the car.
Rodrick straightened in the backseat, heart pounding like the drums he thought made him cool.
And you rounded the side, steps easy. Measured. Like you weren't about to absolutely ruin him, "Let's take care of that week-long boner, loser."
The second the door clicked shut behind you, Rodrick had to stop himself from backing away, cursing at first but shut up immediately. No time wasted â your fingers curled around his collar, tugging him forward until your mouths collided in a kiss so messy it knocked your teeth together. He tasted like Coke and teenage desperation, and you still tasted like that gum you'd been chewing, artificial mint and sugar, sweet and sharp on his tongue. It made his knees weak.
He leaned back against the seat, trying to match your rhythm, but he was all nerves and fidgeting hands, kissing like someone who'd had a few hot dreams and maybe tried it once behind a garage in seventh grade. Your lips moved slow, dragging over his in a way that had him chasing after the contact, heat rising up his neck. Every time your teeth scraped his lower lip, he gasped into your mouth like you'd stolen all the air from the car.
You kissed like you were used to this. Like you knew how to melt someone down to mush without even breaking a sweat. And Rodrick, poor Rodrick, who always tried so hard to look cool with his flannels and black nail polish and that stupidly smug walk, was crumbling already.
You gripped the sides of his unbuttoned flannel, easing it off his shoulders, one arm at a time, and he let you, blinking up at you like you were something holy and dangerous. Underneath, his vintage Iron Maiden tee clung to his chest, collar stretched and sleeves rolled, like he'd tried way too hard to look effortless that morning. He wasn't pulling it off nowâhe looked flustered, cheeks pink and lips slick, like he'd been caught in something too big for him.
He shifted, sitting up slightly, and fumbled at the button of your jeans. His fingers were trembling. He missed the catch the first time, then the second. His nails scraped your waistband. You didn't helpâjust watched, still half-straddling him in the cramped backseat, licking your lips like you were enjoying the show.
"Take your time," you said, slow and syrupy, practically crooning it against his jaw.
Rodrick froze. Looked up at you, eyes wild, like you'd just pulled a gun on him. His face twisted, flustered and furious, and he scoffed, "Fuck you. You're takin' the piss right now."
You laughed, quiet and rich, leaning in until your forehead bumped his. "Nah," you whispered, your lips brushing his again, so soft it made him twitch. "I just like watching you try."
His breath hitched. You kissed him againâthis time slower, letting him taste the gum still on your tongue, sticky-sweet and minty. It pissed him off on how good it tastedâhe made a mental note to actually take the gum next time you offered.Â
Next time? God, why is he even thinking about a "next time"?
It took Rodrick a solid thirty seconds to finally undo your belt. He kept tugging at the wrong loop, too forceful, too clumsy, and you leaned your weight back on your palms, watching him like this was entertainment. Maybe it was. His brows were drawn together, lips parted in concentration. When he finally got the tongue of the belt through the buckle, he let out a breath like he'd just cracked a safe.
The zipper was easierâhe tugged it down in one slow motion, the sound loud in the heated silence of the car. He paused when your cock was free, stiff and flushed, the tip already glistening. His eyes widened just a little. You didn't miss it. You never did. You've done this a few times before, but he clearly hasn't even seen porn of two dudes before.
"You're a guy too, Rodrick," you said, voice warm with amusement. "You know what feels good, right?"
He nodded, hesitant. One hand cupped you awkwardly, his fingers twitching like he wasn't sure where to start, then finally curled around your cock. His touch was cautious at firstâslow pumps, like he was still testing the waters. But it only took a few strokes before he found a rhythm, the kind that made your hips jerk slightly forward into his hand.
"Mmph," you exhaled, half-laughing, half-moaning. "Damn. You're pretty good at this."
That did itâRodrick's cheeks lit up instantly, a flush rising from his collar to the tips of his ears.
You tilted your head, grin sharp. "So how often do you jerk off to get this good at handling dick, huh?"
He choked on airâliterally coughed, pulling his hand back like your cock had burned him or something. "What the fuckâ?!"
You laughed outright this time, low and throaty, grabbing his wrist and guiding it back to your crotch. "Relax. I said you were good. Don't go getting all shy on me now."
Rodrick muttered something againâsomething that might've been fuck off or I hate you or Jesus Christâbut he was still holding you, still moving his hand, and you were still panting through your teeth, barely holding in a groan.
"Don't just use your hands," you said slowly, your voice going silkier, heavier. "Use your mouth. C'mon."
His eyes snapped to yours like you'd just pulled the emergency brake mid-highway. "What?!"
You just tilted your hips forward, cock tapping lightly against his lower lip, a bead of precum catching on the edge of his mouth. "C'mon. I've seen how you stare. Open up. I'll tell you what to do."
He was frozen. And then, so slowly it was almost comical, his lips parted, breath trembling.
"Keep your head down. Windows are glass, y'know?" you murmured, your fingers threading into his hair, guiding his head down to hollow out his mouth. "Now choke on something for real, babe."
Rodrick pulled off for a moment, panting and wet lips against your tip, brows furrowed in a weak glare, "Call me babe again, I'll bite your fucking dick off."
You huffed a laugh, "Sure, sweetheart."
And before he could snap back, you nudged his mouth open again with a firm, guiding hand on his scalp.
He went back down slower this time. Less out of hesitationâmore like...curiosity. His lips wrapped around your tip, warm and tentative, and you felt the way he breathed through his nose, nostrils flaring as the weight of your cock settled onto his tongue. The taste hit him in wavesâsalty, bitter, headyâand his whole face twitched like he didn't know if he hated it or if he wanted more.
He tried to hide it. Tried to pretend he was indifferent. But you saw the way his lashes fluttered, the way his eyes briefly closed when you twitched in his mouth. That tiny throb of your cock against his tongue? He felt it. And it made him shift in his seat.
He was getting hard.
You caught the way his thighs pressed together. How his hips squirmed, almost guilty, like maybe if he clenched up tight enough his dick wouldn't be leaking against the inside of his jeans right now.
You groaned, low and pleased, hips barely tilting forward. "That's it. Good, fuck..."
Rodrick didn't answer. Couldn'tânot with his mouth full, and your fingers tugging lightly at his hair to keep him there. But his eyes flashed up at you, defiant and pink-cheeked, watery with effort. You were thick, and he still wasn't used to it. His jaw ached, his throat was trying to suppress a gag, and yet he didn't pull off again.
You gave a shallow thrustâjust enough for him to feel your cock stiffen inside his mouth.
He shuddered.
Rodrick groaned, and the sound vibrated down your length. He didn't want to answer. But his mouth stayed open. He sucked back down, slower, deeper this time, spit dragging from his chin to your base.
He liked it.
He hated that he liked it.
And you could feel the tremble in his thighs when your cock bumped the back of his throat againâcould see the way he rocked ever so subtly into his seat, chasing a little friction, desperate not to make a sound.
You noted it through hazy vision, furrowing your brows to make use of it. A little surprise never hurt anyone, right?
Your hips twitched onceâjust once, experimentallyâup into the wet heat of his mouth. And that was all it took.
Rodrick flinched with a surprised grunt, the motion nudging him deeper, forcing him to adjust andâfuckâhe didn't back off. He actually followed through, the shift in pressure making your thighs tense.
"Ohâfuck..." you groaned under your breath, fingers tightening in his hair, guiding him just enough, but letting him choose to keep going.
And he did. Mouth working messily and drooling now, rhythm shaky but there, flushed red from his ears down his throat, like sucking you off was getting him off tooâand it was. His own hips kept shifting like he didn't know what to do with the ache in his jeans. Because he really didn'tâthe closest thing he's ever been to cumming untouched was a wet dream.
You caught it just between the messy fold of his clothes âthe way his hand hovered near his waistband, unsure, then gave in.
Your hand clenched against the car seat. The air felt thinner, charged, like it was vibrating around you both.
And when it hit, it hit hard. Your breath shuddered out, spine arching just a little, and Rodrick jerked at the taste, the sudden strange texture filling his mouth, but didn't pull back. Didn't flinch. He stayed right there, like he didn't know what else to do except ride it out with your cock in his mouth.
A second later, he slumped forward with a stifled gasp, forehead thudding lightly against your thigh. His mouth still damp. His belt half undone. He was breathing like he'd just sprinted a mile, and the way he clung to your leg like it was anchoring him made your lips twitch into a slow, smug smile.
His face was pink. Embarrassed and glowing all at once.
You ran a hand through his sweaty bangs, barely brushing your knuckles over the back of his neck.
"Damn," you muttered, catching your breath. "You're wayyy too good at that for a guy who's not into dudes."
Rodrick groaned into your thigh, trying to burrow and hide his face. "Shut up."
You couldn't. Not when he looked so cuteâ his face was a warm, flushed colour and eyeliner that began to run after sucking your cock pricked a few tears at his eyes.
You noticed the stickiness against the loosened waist of his jeans, his hips twitching in tiny, involuntary aftershocks. A huff of laughter slipped out of you before you could stop itâmean, but kind of stunned, too.
He's still catching his breath like he's fighting off the shame. You take the bait, whistling slightly as you motion to the crotch of his jeans where he'd cum, "Didn't even have to touch you, damn. Liked it that much?"
Rodrick groaned loudly, dragging the sleeves of his discarded flannel over his face like he could disappear inside them. His whole face went about as red as the knobs on your car radio, and when he didn't snap back right awayânot with a joke, not with a shove, not even a middle fingerâyou blinked.
He was mortified. It would be too easy to push him further, but you decide to let up this time.
Your teasing tapered instantly. "Hey," you said, voice gentler now. Your fingers skimmed along his shoulder, grounding. "Hey, I'm notâ"
He didn't lift his head, "Oh, fuck off."
You shifted, letting your palm settle between his shoulder blades. "Look, I'm not gonna keep going if you're freaking out."
"I'm not freaking out," His voice was still muffled into your jeans, but more steady, holding more vigour now, "Just. Shut the fuck up."
You did, scoffing and half-relieved his bite came back. "...You think your parents'll care if you stay out a few more hours? Or are you some curfew princess."
His head tilted, just slightly. "What?"
"Just asking," you shrugged, voice casual, but your thumb brushed behind his ear, playing with the fake cuff on them.
Rodrick's still reeling from the mess he just made, but he lifts his head, blinking at you. His face is a mess of emotionsâstill a little red but some sort of gratitude that you aren't totally making fun of him at least.
"Yeah..." he mutters, still avoiding your gaze. "They're not home for a while."
You give him a wink, rubbing your thumb on his bottom lip nowâfeeling the stickiness of it from whatever of your cum he couldn't swallow. Or rather, coughed back up when trying to. "I'm staying my whole break here this time. If you're up for it."
Rodrick's eyes narrow in warning and disbelief. "You really are an asshole."
You shrug, still chewing your gum and leaning back in your seat. "I'm not heartless though."
He props himself up on his elbows, cogs turning in his head. Did you mean what he thought you meant?
 "What?" You look at him, mumbling for the first time since you've met him. "I got hobbies besides being college fuckboy-trash."
Rodrick stares at you, eyes narrowed like he's trying to figure out if you're screwing with him againâbut there's a twitch at the corner of his mouth, betraying the smile he's fighting. He exhales a shaky laugh, rubbing a hand over his face. "Yeah, well...your other hobbies better include food. I'm starving."
You reach for the keys from your back pocket, gum snapping between your teeth in a smile you pray he didn't catch. "Guess it's your lucky night, Heffley. Hope you like drive-thru food and post-nut clarity."
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