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“Fuck, baby,” he groaned into her ear, “You know I have a show this weekend.”
“You’re so lame,” Regina gasped, her sharp nails grasping his upper biceps like the claws of a cat. In that moment, Rodrick had never been so glad that he was a drummer, and consequently, had slightly above average sized muscles. He had also started lifting weights at a new gym in a different part of town that his friend, Chris, lived in; in other news, his recent routine was completely unrelated to the amount of time that he had been messing around with the blonde splayed underneath him.
“Skip the eyeliner fest with five attendees,” she gasped out, “You’re staying here instead.”
He laughed openly–loudly and followed it with one, two, three bruising thrusts.
“Oh, fu–”
“You know,” Rodrick drawled in a lower tone, biting his lower lip to stop the small grin forming on his swollen lips. His hips, now meeting the inside of blushing thighs flush with every rapid stroke, slowed to an even rhythm. “Not all of us are spoiled rich girls–” thrust, “who get money–” thrust, “handed to them.”
He could have sworn a faint fuck you was muttered against his ear, but then a pair of hot–now devoid of gloss–lips were sucking his harshly at his neck.
“Shit!” He gasped out, halfway to an embarrassing yelp.
A loud, distinctive pop echoed in some random in their grade’s bedroom as Regina broke off of his neck. Her lips were distractingly pink, and especially wet–now gleaming with a sharp smirk.
“Oops…” Her soft voice was teetering close to the edge of annoyingly innocent, but after almost two months of messing around with the Regina George, Rodrick knew better. And she knew that, too, because her lips were back on his neck, sucking harshly on a new spot.
Truth be told, Rodrick wasn’t quite sure how their whatever-you-wanna-call-it had started.
If anyone were to ask him to pin down the exact moment their “relationship” escalated from annoyed looks in busy hallways or rude comments in Socratic seminars, to her tight legs wrapped around his hips…
Well, probably in English class, that is.
It started with an unfortunate partnered project that required them to meet outside of class at least once a week… and it ended with a joint in Regina’s bedroom, and then Rodrick inside of Regina.
She still was a bitch to him at school, though. They passed each other in the hallways at least five times a day between classes, and each roaming gaze was followed up with sharp quips against the other. The singular class they shared together was spent in the back row in silence mostly, with a few moments to break the monotony.
Him pulling on the back of her ponytail, her flicking his sharp knees that budged into her personal space–and only when the rest of their class was distracted and no one would notice them.
(Everyone noticed them, anyways. Especially when her hand first trailed up his jean-covered thigh).
They had been doing this thing for almost two months now and Rodrick is beginning to think he should have paid more attention to his sixth grade D.A.R.E. production. Not to stop him from buying weed from Ward’s weird cousin–he’s supporting local businessmen, what can he say–or getting a handle with Chris’ shitty fake ID to share at parties.
No–to revisit the signs of addiction.
The first time he fucked Regina George, they were both high enough to call their very explosive eight minutes a fluke and go on their own ways.
The second time he fucked her a week later, he took his time. Her mother was awkwardly hovering around them outside her bedroom door with food and drinks, and Regina waited only two minutes before slamming it shut in her face. She then stalked towards him sprawled on her pink duvet and climbed right onto his lap.
Oh, yeah, he took his time with that one.
He lasted two days of radio silence on both of their ends before yanking her into a supply closet in a blessedly empty hallway and pulling her into his hips.
“You miss me, huh?” Regina had gasped softly into his ear that time. “You need me that bad?”
Rodrick only groaned at her to shut the fuck up in response but he had devoured her swollen lips with his on the next breath. So, yeah, he thought he might be addicted to her.
“Ask me again.” He muttered into her ear, tracing the side of her neck–now sporting matching, purple splotches–with his nose and inhaling her intoxicating scent. Her hands, once clutching onto his biceps, were now tightly gripping the back of his neck, teasing the dark strands at his neck.
Regina inhaled sharply at the statement and Rodrick groaned loudly into her neck as she squeezed him unintentionally.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The beautiful, clever blonde snarked back at him. Her blue, dilated-with-pleasure eyes tried to narrow at him, but they quickly rolled to the back of her bed as Rodrick lurched forward against her.
God, he wanted every inch of her skin covered by his. So soft, so sweet–and he wanted it all to be his.
“Ask me, baby.” His voice was so low and quiet that he could barely register the noise. His lips, now pressing gentle kisses along his favorite jawline in the world. “Let me give you a real answer.”
“Fuck you!” Regina panted out in a high-pitched tone, almost rutting herself against his unmoving body.
“I’m trying to, Blondie,” His breath was now coming out faster, his chest heaving in response to his sudden stop in motion. “Work with me here.”
Want me as much as I want you, he thought blindly.
“Please, please, please,” She cried out suddenly, “Keep going!”
He nipped her with his teeth and then pulled back just far enough so that they were merely breathing in each other’s air and brushing their lips with each in and out. Now tangled, long blonde hair was splayed out on the pillowcase, as if to portray her as an angel.
Rodrick felt a boyish smirk come over him at the vision.
“You want me to stay with you this weekend, huh?” He asked her softly, brushing away a few stray strands falling over her forehead. “You want me to be with you?”
The soft, glistening spread of sweat on her forehead transpired him for a moment before her high voice responded.
“What will you do for me if I say yes?”
“Anything you want, baby.” Rodrick added to his answer with a fast, repetitive pace. “Anything you want.”