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wipe it clean || Rick Grimes (TWD) x afab!reader

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Summary: Rick fucks you up against a counter, that's it.

TWs: NSFW mdni (18+), swearing, horny thoughts, dirty talk, teasing, fingering, a little bit of objectification, oral (fem + m receiving), face fucking, pet names, a hint of rough sex, hand/finger kink, finger sucking, teeny bit of a spit kink, a little degradation, cum swallowing, unprotected p in v (doggy style), hickeys, just a smidgen of hair pulling kink, dom/sub undertones, praise kink, a hint of a pain kink, possessiveness, oral fixation, cockdrunk, and begging.

[[A/N: I had a fantasy, and now I am here. Unlike my last smut, there is barely any plot. This is straight filth. A little domestic but like.... yeah. Anyway, enjoy :))) ]]

You were scrubbing away at the dishes mindlessly, it was a nice weekend. One for just you and Rick. This time around it was incredibly domestic, which made your head spin -all the fondness and casual affection making you dizzy. You were still getting used to all the little stuff with him.

Today was nice though, full of cuddling and fond eyes, it was really probably one of your best days with him.

You were humming, gently swishing the sponge along some of the plates. They weren't that dirty, luckily, so you were at your leisure. The gentle hum of the fridge and the sun peeking through the window, you felt very at peace here. Alexandria was getting safer in your head day by day.

Rick walked in then, hair mussed, shirt collar crooked, and sleep pants hanging low on his waist -your eyes dipped to the skin for a moment before you blinked it away.

"Hey," you chimed softly, to which he grinned.

He approached you then, pressing his lips languidly to your temple. You smiled on instinct.

"Hey baby," he walked behind you, fingertips drifting lightly on the skin above your waist (almost like he had this need to just touch you). Even with the shirt as a barrier, you could feel goosebumps spark against your skin like a jolt of electricity.

He slipped beside you, pulling things out of the dish rack and putting them into the correct cabinet. Your mind was astutely aware that his leg and back kept brushing into your side -back and forth, back and forth. Chancing a glance at him, you saw his arms stretched out (only slightly, he was so tall) -reaching for the top shelf. Your eyes hitched on the expanse of muscles teetering up his arm and you had the thought of just what was under that t-shirt, but you had seen it before.

Not that it wasn't less exciting, you still very much enjoyed those muscles in many different ways.

You almost smoothed your palm under his shirt, tracing along the muscles. Instead, you just thought about it, a little. Or maybe a lot.

Your eyes snapped to his hands, watching the veins and his fingers stretch around the rim of the bowl. And for a second, you thought of his hands on your waist -gripping you, holding you still (hard and yet still somehow soft). His hands squeezing and fingers rolling and pinching-

Clearing your throat, you refocus -scrubbing away at the last dish. It was a heavy pot.

It wouldn't be heavy for Rick, your mind chimed.

The thought made your breath get stuck in your throat, your heart pounding in your ears.

"'At it, baby?" He asked, low in his southern drawl, grabbing the pot from your hands. Before you could answer, he stretched up (revealing the tanned skin of his lower back, your eyes stuck there a moment) and hung it up on the rack.

He turned back to you, blue eyes attentively gazed onto you (it made you want to squirm) and you cleared your throat again, shaking your head to dissipate the fuzz in your mind.

"What? Yeah," you tapped your finger mindlessly against the counter, and maybe your voice cracked a little, "-that's... that's all of them."

Rick's eyebrows furrowed a second, eyes flickering in concern, "Everythin' alright?"

You couldn't tell if his attentiveness was making it worse or better.

You squeezed your hands into a fist once, and tapped it along the counter a few times -Rick's eyes following the motion intently, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, Rick. Really."

He stepped closer to you, hands smoothing down your arms -goosebumps left in the wake of his callouses.

You swallowed thickly again.

He did not have an idea what he was doing to you. You could tell.

Rick was a breath away now, eyes sure on finding yours and holding them there (you stretched out your fingers and squeezed them back into fists), "Ya sure?"

Eyes flicking to his lips a second, your breath hitched in your chest. You didn't have to speak at all. He knew immediately.

His composure completely changed, soft edges turning a touch sharper, and his smile blooming into a familiar smirk (one that very quickly could send you to your knees).

"Oh," he hummed, low and gravelly, "-I think I get it now, baby."

He stepped even closer, you could feel his body heat seep onto you. His eyes flickered all around your face, taking you in a little like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, as his hands wandered down to your waist. Riding your shirt up, he pushed his fingers there -skin on skin.

It made a spark shoot to your toes, and you bit back a whine.

Rick noticed it immediately, eyes intently flickering over yours (you could feel his puffs of breath against your skin), "So eager, hmm?"

You gnawed at your lip, eyes flickering to his lips and back up. His smirk smoothed onto his lips, eyes heavy with want.

"What was it?" He hummed, pushing you back a little (your back hit the counter), "'S me helpin' ya? Was it my hands?"

A little whine crawled up your throat.

"Yeah?" He murmured, southern drawl and sleep slur (you felt your knees buckle, Rick tightened his grip holding you in place), -Ya thinkin' about my fingers? Stretchin' ya out for my cock?"

You whined again, louder this time, lip trembling. Rick watched it with rapt attention.

"Or maybe," he purred, moving his mouth close to your ear, "-ya were thinkin' about wrappin' your pretty mouth around 'em for me."

"Rick, please," you moaned, -the heat in your core felt like you might combust.

"Please what, baby?" He spoke, tone deeper, "-Use your words."

"I want them-" you sighed out, breath hitching in your throat, "-I want them in my mouth, please."

"Well," he cooed, low tone so deep it was almost a growl, "-since ya asked so nicely."

Rick pulled back, barely a breath. Eyes smoothing over you, the way you squirmed in place. Smirking, he leaned forward and placed a kiss at the hinge of your jaw.

You whined again, desperate -god, "Please."

"So desperate, just for my fingers," his eyes were heavy on yours, "-you'll be beggin' for my cock, yeah?"

You moaned at the thought of him filling your mouth, pushing down your throat. Oh god, you wanted it all.

"Patience, baby," he purred, before his tone got much more heavy.

"Open."

You didn't hesitate, obediently parting your lips.

"So good for me," he smiled, before tilting your head back just slightly, and pushing his index finger past your lips.

You moaned around it, tongue swirling -you could taste the salty sweat, just Rick. Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked on it -tongue twirling over every crease.

His eyes hooded as they just watched you suck on his fingers, so eagerly -pupils blown.

Without warning, he slipped another one in your mouth and obediently you licked every inch.

Rick let out a groan, voice low and a little breathy, "So desperate, baby, ya gonna lick every last inch? Cover 'em in your spit for me?"

You moaned, rumbling against his hand. He put a third finger in, staring as he bit his lip -watching your lips mold around his fingers. He traced their path, and swallowed heavily.

You lapped them up, sucking and licking and just tasting him. Rick at his very core. The saltiness of his sweat was just so good, and seeing him react just made the fire in your gut grow hotter.

Swallowing around them (throat constricting), he rolled out a groan, eyes rolling into the back of his head, that made you try to pinch your legs together -desperate for some friction.

Rick stopped you, free hand holding your knee -fingertips pushing into your skin.

"At's my job, baby," he purred, trailing his hand up your thigh, "-ya got my fingers ready for ya and everythin'."

Your legs trembled, teetering in place, and Rick laughed a little, "Gettin' on your knees, already, darlin'?"

You nodded, vehemently, voice rumbling against his fingers. Rick pulled them out of your mouth, lines of spit drawing from your lips.

"I want you in my mouth, Rick," you nearly begged, "-want you to fill up my throat until I choke."

He groaned, one hand tediously near your core, but stayed focused, "'S your turn, baby, not mine. Be patient."

Without warning, he pushed his palm against your clit through your pants -hard against the fabric.

Your head snapped back, stinging as it hit the counter, and you moaned loud -Rick's pupils were completely blown, eyes dipping over your face like you were a feast and he was starving.

"Off," he demanded, simply, "-all of it, off."

You scrambled, pulling your shirt up over your shoulders -leaving an expanse of skin in its wake. Rick's blue eyes darted all over it, like he was trying to take it all in, see every inch of you.

And then, he tugged down your waistband. Holding you solidly against the counter (it pressed against your back), he slid them off your legs. All it left was your soaked underwear.

Rick licked his lips, jaw clinching -pupils blown.

"Look at you," he tsked, "-so wet for me already. Didn't even need your pretty mouth, baby."

You moaned out, breathlessly, hands coming up to scratch at his shirt.

Rick responded immediately, one hand still holding you up, and slid his shirt off his chest. Your eyes honed in on the stains on the fabric, his fingers still glistening with your spit.

Without hesitation, your nails dug into his skin. Rick swallowed heavily, hissing in a mix of pleasure and pain. You instinctively moved forward mouthing at his jaw, sucking along the stubble -you just needed to-

Growling, he grabbed the fabric of your underwear with much more force -ripping it with ease. You let out a gaspy moan that clawed up your throat.

Using one hand, he lifted you a little -counter lower on your back than it was before. And then, he pushed his forearm against your waist, hand splayed across the edge of your stomach, anchoring you to the counter. The edge of it dug slightly into your skin, cold sharp countertop, and made you a little delirious.

"'At okay baby?" He spoke, eyes sort of soft, "-Doesn't hurt?"

You swallowed, nodding your head wordlessly.

Rick's eyes flicked back to something heavier, a low sort of growl, "Words."

Goosebumps rattled up your arms, but you spoke immediately, breath caught in your chest (you could feel his fingers just a breath away from your core) "Yes, Rick, it's f-fine, doesn't hurt."

"Good job, baby," he hummed, leaning forward and mouthing at your jaw -his stubble left a pleasant buzz along your skin, "-You've been so good, think it's time ya got your reward, yeah?"

Rick's fingers swirled through your folds, gathering up your wetness with tedious strokes.

You tried to push down on him, but his arm that anchored you wouldn't let you move an inch. Something shot up your spine, that you were stuck, molten twisting at your core. Rick could do whatever he wanted.

"Rick, yes, yes," you begged, a little blearily, "-please."

"Okay, baby," he purred against your skin, now mouthing along your neck (his drawl rumbled down through the flame in your stomach), "-I gotcha."

Gathering your wetness, he pushed his middle finger into your core. Your breath rattled out of your chest, as he slowly crooked it into you. You just wanted more, faster-

You squirmed against his grip and the counter pushed into your skin with a distant sort of ache, whines echoing out of your lips, "Please, please, I can handle more. I want more."

Rick shushed you, curling his finger inside you in just the right way (it made your heart pound in your chest), "Be patient, baby, ya gotta be all stretched out for me."

Shaking out a breath, you grabbed endlessly at his skin, fingertips brushing along frantically, and bit down a moan -the heat in your stomach flared up.

"Let me hear ya baby," he cooed, kissing the corner of your mouth, "-'Want the whole compound to hear ya, so 'ey know you're mine."

You whined, trying to shimmy down onto him, eager to be full. Rick only pushed harder on your waist, keeping you in place; your voice trembled in your throat, tiny little noises escaping your lips desperately. He was watching every single one.

And then, he curled it just right and you felt a moan rattle through your bones.

"'Cause nobody else can make ya feel like 'is, hmm?"

"Nobody," you whined out, "-only you Rick, only you."

"Good," he purred, low drawl that shot straight to your core, "-'Think ya get another reward for bein' so good for me."

"Yes, yes, yes," you moaned, "-please, please-"

"So desperate," he laughed, pushing his finger into you down to the knuckle, eyes hooded as they skimmed over you, "-Imagine you all filled up with my cock, I bet ya'd get on your knees for me right now, if I asked, hmm?"

You nodded your head, breath caught in your chest, "I would, Rick, I would-"

"And 'at would ya wanna do down 'ere?" Rick hummed, leisurely pushing his finger in and out of you -you bit your lip as he curled into the spot.

"Want you to fuck my mouth," you breathed out, desperate with your voice cracking, "-until I choke. Wanna choke on you-"

Rick swallowed, pupils blown, groaning slightly (he shifted his feet, and your eyes darted to the tent in his pants), "You're gonna kill me, baby."

You just looked at him a moment, feeling his finger slow and tediously curling into you, lips smoothing along the expanse of your skin. Stubble buzzing a path in its wake, your hand mindlessly came up to the back of his head -keeping him close. Your fingers twisted into his curls lightly, threaded through his hair.

He let out a low groan against your skin as you tugged, picking up the pace of his hands and making you whine. Grabbing at his face, you snapped your lips to his.

Instead of coaxing your tongue out, Rick pushed a second finger in, your core squeezing around them, as he grunted lowly at the sensation. His pace picked up, and you could hear the squelch of him fingering you, wetness pooling beneath you and onto his fingers. Your lips parted into a moan against his, and Rick shoved his tongue down your throat at the opportunity.

Dancing along each other's mouths, you swirled your tongue around his -eagerly lapping up the taste of Rick.

Gasping, you pushed your hand gently onto the hinge of his jaw, opening his mouth wide at the press of your fingertips. You coaxed his tongue into your mouth and hollowed out your cheeks -sucking on it. Rick grumbled low into that one, drumming down your throat, as he with no forewarning put his third finger through your core.

You gasped, and Rick sucked it right out of your lungs -tilting his head to lick every inch of your mouth.

His lips sloppily engulfed yours, dragging your bottom lip through his teeth. You moaned into his mouth, and Rick swallowed the noise as quickly as it came. He started moving faster, hand moving in and out, in and out, in and out. Hitting your spongy walls over and over again, a moan rumbled out of your lips -stuck in the seal of your kiss.

The heat in your stomach coiled, molten lava tossing and the tight feeling pounding so loud, you could feel it about to snap.

"Rick," he shoved them back in, curling them into you just at the right spot (your lips parted for a low whine), "-Rick, please, I'm so close."

"Just on my fingers?" he hummed, biting at your neck and leaving a red trail of hickeys -plush lips billowing along your sweaty skin, fingers still pumping in and out of you, "-Maybe I 'aven't been fuckin' ya enough, hmm?"

You squeezed your legs together (you wanted him so bad), Rick's calloused skin rubbing harshly against your thighs. Your eyes darted to your core, and you saw his long fingers go in and out, covered in your wetness.

"God, Rick," you moaned out, slamming your head back up against the counter, breaths rattling through your chest, "-god, I'm so close, so close-"

Pulling back a second from your neck and searching over you, your hands smoothed over his shoulders and landed behind his neck. Threading your fingers through his hair, you pulled, tight, as the coil in your stomach almost became unbearable.

Rick let out a long groan, sloppily coming to kiss along your jaw, licking it all the way through with his tongue. You just deliriously repeated, mind fuzzy, "Rick, Rick, Rick-"

"Ya want me to help?" he hummed, sucking along your collarbone and pinching the skin between his teeth, "-Should I help ya, baby?"

"God, please, yes," shot out of your lungs, as you squeezed your legs tighter. Rick grunted at the pressure.

Taking his thumb, he brushed it against your clit -rough callouses against sensitive skin. It shot through like a jolt in your spine -instinctively you whined, wanting more. Rick obeyed, rubbing rough circles into your clit, eyes taking in every fidget like he wanted to eat you alive.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire, as you squirmed under his arm, "God, Rick, God. No one fucks me like you do-"

"Damn right, baby," he pushed his thumb harder into your clit, your eyes went bleary a second, and the coil in your stomach tightened.

"God, oh, god, Rick," you moaned out, noises clawing up your throat, "-god, I'm cumming, fuck, Rick-"

Leaning in close to your ear, he cooed out -breaths puffing against your sticky skin, "Give it to me, baby. I wanna see ya cum 'round my fingers."

Something in your stomach snapped, fire shooting up from your stomach. You twitched, body moving involuntarily, legs tightening around his hand -squeezing his fingers between your folds.

Rick let out a long groan, watching as you twitched through your orgasm with heavy blue eyes -lip sucked between his teeth. All for his fingers.

You let out a breath, shaky, as Rick pulled his fingers out (dripping in your wetness), leaving you feeling a little empty. You whined softly at the loss.

"So soaked for me," he hummed, before bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking it off like it was his last meal on earth, "-god, baby, you taste so fuckin' good."

"Rick," you whined, a little spark building in your gut.

He smiled, fingers wet with his spit, sneaking them between your lips, "Already? Must be damn desperate for my cock, hmm?"

You lapped them up, obediently, on instinct, hollowing your cheeks out. You could taste yourself and it made your eyes roll back into your head, moaning around his fingers. Rick hissed a breath through his mouth, blown pupils trailing along your lips.

"Keep goin' like that, you'll 'ave me cummin' in my pants, darlin'."

"No, no," you begged, and he pulled out his fingers to listen, "-Fuck my mouth, please, Rick. I want to taste you."

"Shit, baby," he groaned out, but before he could say another word, you were on your knees.

Right in your face was his tented pajama pants, moving quickly you mouthed at the tip of his cock -tongue dipping along the tip. Your hands went to work twisting around his shaft, and the other squeezing hard at the base. He let out a low moan that rumbled through your chest and shot to your coiling core.

Whining and desperate, you grabbed his waistband and pulled it down his legs.

His thick cock sprung out in front of your face, red-tipped, achingly hard, and already dripping with precum. You were nearly drooling.

Moving forward, you licked up what you could, tongue smoothing along his sensitive skin -lapping up everything you can of just... Rick. Experimentally, you pursed your lips around his tip and sucked.

Rick's hands shot to the back of your head, groan echoing out into the air.

"Fuck my face, Rick," you repeated, breathlessly like a mantra, "-fill up my mouth with your cock. Wanna be full of you-"

Something in Rick snapped, and he growled pushing his cock past your lips, you moaned around it -licking all that you could. The sound reverberated through him, rattling up his body. Rick's head tilted back as his adam's apple bobbed and he groaned -deep.

"God, baby," he cooed, voice low and rough, "-pretty little mouth all clogged up with my cock."

You sucked on his tip, and his groan rattled through the air -loud. Whining, you couldn't help as one of your hands fell to your clit -harshly pushing your palm into it.

"Touchin' yourself, hmm?" he breathed out, swallowing as you pulled his hips forward, tip touching the back of your throat, "-my cock in your mouth gonna make you cum, baby?"

Grabbing his hands on your head, you tried to urge him forward -tracing the veins on his shaft with your tongue. Rick growled, lone tone rattling to your core, you pushed your palm harder into your clit -more, more-

Fingers gripping much tighter onto your head, he shoved you forward -nose bumping his navel. You gagged a little, eyes watering, and throat constricting -squeezing Rick's cock effortlessly. He grunted, pulling you further back and repeating the process, the tip still bouncing off the back of your throat.

You moaned, hollowing your cheeks and wrapping your lips around his cock -milking it in your mouth. Rick's response was instant, pushing you further down -flush with his navel.

"Fuck, baby-"

Pulling you off again, Rick gathered a rhythm -quick and fast. His cock would reach down your throat and you would gag and suck until you couldn't anymore. He'd grind his teeth, and a grunt seeped through his lips, that shot straight to the coil in your stomach. With each thrust into your mouth, the quicker he moved -blearily you blinked back tears.

Fingertips tightened on your skin and desperation clawing up his throat, you moaned around his shaft. And he sucked a breath through his lips.

"So hot and wet," he purred, thrusting into your face, "-just a pretty lil' hole for my cock, hmm? Is that all you're good for? To swallow my cock with your pretty lil' lips?"

You moaned, nodding against his skin, as he thrust into you -jaw opening further. In your haze, you fuzzily scanned over his body -seeing his muscles tighten. The heat in your body built, coil tightening in your stomach.

Rick pounded into the back of your throat, enforcing the bobbing of your head, as you hollowed your cheeks to lick and suck on all of the skin you could. He tasted so good.

You watched a shaky groan leave his lips. Blue yes squeezed shut, and breath picking up in his chest.

"Fuck," he deeply thrust into your throat -the tip bouncing off the back of your neck, you gagged. He hissed another breath through his lips, and you watched how everything in his body tensed.

"-fuck," you hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder (you want to taste him), and your fingers circling your clit faster -watching him react to you, "-fuck, fuck, fuck."

His thrusts stayed consistent, head bobbing along as he guided your throat up his cock -farther and farther. Your tongue lapped at it, endlessly swarming the salty taste of sweat and the taste of your own saliva; Rick groaned.

"Such a pretty lil' mouth," he repeated, deliriously, "-plugged up by my cock. Takin' me so good-"

Your face bounced against his thrusts -nose pressing into his navel, you slinked your cheeks hollow and tongued over every surface of his cock. All of it, more, more, more-

"I'm gonna cum," he groaned out, breathless, but not relenting his pace, you sucked even harder -taking it upon yourself to pull his hips further (tip sinking into your throat), "-fuck, baby, Imma cum down your pretty lil' fuckin' throat."

A loud moan left your lips then, as you kept your hands on his hips -holding him in place. Rick mindlessly thrusted into your mouth, words muttered under his breath, and gasps every time you swallowed around him. You watched him with heavy eyes, watching the twitch of his muscles, the pinch of his eyebrows.

"So fuckin' close," he hissed, and you watched as his muscles tightened -dropping your hand, and palm desperately grinding into your clit, "-god, baby, your mouth was made for me, hmm?"

You moaned against his cock, rumbling through him, and watched how all of his muscles snapped, hips stuttering to a stop. A hot spurt coating the back of your throat, salty taste glazing your tongue, you licked over his skin, making sure to get it all.

Rick let out a low groan as you swallowed it down, cock already hardening again in your mouth.

Pulling your lips off with a pop, his cock fell out of your mouth -right in front of your face. You leaned forward and kissed the tip.

He growled, hands grabbing at you, pulling you to stand, "Up."

You whined, legs squeezing together, as he leaned you against the counter -shoving his tongue down your throat. Swirling around and tasting himself, he let out a low groan that rumbled through your lungs, adding to the molten lava churning.

Pulling back, he grabbed under your arms and pushed your back onto the counter. Laying you down against it. In the same breath, he hitched both your knees over his shoulders -heavy gaze in the blue eyes. You whimpered, as he turned to press a kiss to the inside of your thigh.

"'S your turn, baby," he breathed out, and you could feel his breaths against your sensitive heat.

"Rick," you moaned, "-please-"

"Don't 'ave to tell me twice," he grumbled out low and latched his mouth onto your heat.

"Shit," his tongue swirled around your folds, flicking through each layer of skin, desperate and hungry, "-fuck, Rick-"

His blue eyes trailed over your figure, as you erratically grabbed at yourself and the counter. Stubble pleasantly burning against your skin, you locked your legs behind his head and squeezed him forward. Rick groaned, pupils blown as he danced around you, watching you bitting your lip and whisper -belligerent.

And then he pulled your clit between his teeth, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking.

"Fuck," you spoke, throwing your head back onto the counter top, breathless, "-god, your mouth Rick, god-"

He let go, lapping up your wetness like it was liquid gold, tongue creasing through all your folds -finding every last drop. Searching for friction, you scooted yourself down onto his tongue -stubble brushing up against your clit. The coil in your stomach tightened, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, and a loud moan clawed up your throat.

Rick grunted, dipping his tongue into your core, licking around the skin, twisting deep in you, and pulling back out. As it smoothed along your walls, flicking back and forth, back and forth, your legs started to tremble around his head.

It felt like your stomach was going to snap, molten lava coiling so tight. You squeezed his head further forward.

"Rick, fuck, Rick, I'm cumming-"

"Already?" He pushed his lips around your clit and sucked so hard that you couldn't see straight.

"God, yes-"

It snapped as your body twitched, Rick's tongue eagerly lapping it all up, licking and sucking, taking all of you into his mouth like he was addicted.

"So sweet," he grumbled, breath puffed against your sensitive clit -you whined, "-just perfect for me, aren't ya, baby?"

"The best for you," you spoke deliriously, breathless, "-Rick, I need you-"

"I know, baby," he hummed, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you down from the counter. You followed with a whine, hands grabbing at his chest, sticky skin to his.

He grunted, mindlessly stroking his cock in his hand -fingers squeezing as his eyes fell closed a second. You bit your lip and whined, taking your hand and wrapping it around his shaft -squeezing once.

"Fuck," he groaned, looking at you, "-I ain't gonna last long."

You begged, "I want you in me Rick. Fuck me, please."

He grunted, languidly kissing your neck, low voice grumbling against your skin, "-Don't worry baby, Imma give ya what ya need. Fuck ya good and hard with my cock. 'At what you want?"

You whined, squeezed your legs together -desperate for friction., and his eyes dropped to it for a moment, pupils blown. Something in him snapped.

"Turn around."

Instinctively, you obeyed.

Rick kissed up your spine, feverishly licking and sucking. Before pushing you forward, his hand splayed out on your back, holding you in place -as he bends you over the counter.

It dug into your skin, all cold sharp edges, as he scratched along your skin. Your lips parted into a moan, whining.

He laughed a little, "Ain't even in ya yet, and you're already beggin'."

You whined, trying to scoot back, his hands stopped you -grabbing your hips and keeping you in place.

"Be patient, baby," he purred, "-patience."

You whined louder, begging, "Rick, please."

You felt the tip of his cock tease along your folds, avoiding what you really wanted.

"Rick-"

Fingers gripping you tight and a low growl leaving his lips, he snapped you back to his navel -cock shooting through you. It burned a little, and the moan that left your lungs echoed into the air -loud.

Rick repeated it, pulling you all the way out and shoving you back in, as your chest rubbed against the counter and body bounced against his.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" you blubbered out, "-Rick-"

"'Is what ya wanted, baby?" he purred, pounding into you, "-ya want me pushed so deep that ya can feel me in your throat again?"

"Fuck," you moaned out as he kept the pace, skin slapping in the silence of the room.

"Want it so deep 'at ya feel me for days," he spoke, breathless, "-won't be able to fuckin' walk. Feel so empty because ya want my cock fucking you."

"Always feel so empty," you whined, face pushed against the counter, "-you fill me up so good."

"Ya just wanna bounce on my cock all day, hm?" He groaned, hands gripping tighter, "-Want me to keep ya filled? Fill that pretty little hole?"

"Yes, yes, Rick, please-"

He only went faster, skin slapping, and your throat creaking out moans without stopping.

"Fuck me, Rick," you repeated, belligerent, "-fuck me, you fuck me so good."

"Who knows just how to take care of ya?"

"You, Rick," you answered, and he fucked deep into you, the coil in your stomach twisting.

"You'll always be mine," he leaned forward, mouthing at the bottom of your spine -teeth scraping your skin.

You hissed, voice bouncing as he fucked into you, coil building into your stomach, "Shit, shit, shit-"

Rick groaned, as you squeezed your legs together, "Gonna cum for me again baby? Cum on my cock, like ya been wanting to?"

"'S all I want," you slurred, skin slapping and his finger dug into the flesh over your hips, "-to have your cock fill me up, so full."

"Then cum, baby," he growled, leaning forward and biting and sucking on your skin -wherever he could, "-cum for me again."

Everything in you seized, legs twitching, and squeezing your eyes shut so tight that you saw stars flash behind your eyes. Squeezing his cock, Rick groaned loud and it made you whine, even though you were boneless.

He just kept pounding into you, hitting that perfect spot, as you moaned out, legs squeezed together and mouth hung open.

"Damn, you are so perfect, darlin'," he hummed, belligerent, "-so hot and wet, know just how to get me goin', hmm?"

You moaned out.

Rick let out a long groan that shook through your body, and his hips stuttered to a stop. You felt the hot spurt fill you, coating your walls, cock softening inside of you.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned out, voice spent, and gasping for breaths, "-Think 'at's our best yet."

You laughed against the countertop.

Rick moved gently, pulling himself out, and moving your hips to flip you back over. He smiled brightly at you when he connected your eyes, something fond and twinkly.

"Only you could look at me that way after fucking the shit out of me," you quipped, breathless.

He laughed, pressing a sweet simple kiss to your lips, and pulling you up by your shoulders. Eyes swimming over you, you briefly wondered just how much he marked you up. But your mind was too blissfully quiet to think about it, you let your eyes fall shut and leaned into his hands.

"Look at ya," he cooed, gently holding your jaw to face him, "-Did I tire ya out, baby?"

You hummed, eyes flickering open, "Maybe a little."

He bellowed out a laugh, darting around beside the two of you.

"Ya gonna be able to sit up by yourself?" He hummed, gentle and careful, "-Gotta get somethin' to clean ya up with."

You blinked your eyes open and nodded. Rick looked at you a second longer (as if to make sure), before fishing around and finding his shirt slung across the floor. Gently, he wiped you clean, careful brush of fingertips.

And then taking your face into his hands, eyes much softer, and skin flushed pink.

"Ya wanna go an' shower, baby?"

You wordlessly nodded, leaning forward and kissing his stubble. Rick smiled, pulling you down from the countertop. As soon as your feet touched the ground, your knees wobbled.

He laughed again, shifting his hand to hold your waist up and kissing your temple, "Must've fucked ya good this time, hm?"

"Very good," you added, a little slurred.

Rick laughed, quickly kissing your lips, and guided you off into the shower.

#this shit had me gasping omg 😫#holy FUCK #rick grimes smut #fic rec #rick grimes x y/n #18+ only #rick grimes x you

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