Need more sub Rick smut!! Last one was so good omg
pairing: sub!rick grimes x reader
summary: rick finds a raunchy book in your dresser. you want to recreate a scene.
warnings: smut, dry humping, handjob, oral (m rec), riding, edging, restraints, MDNI, +18
an: long-awaited... hope it was worth it ;)
* update: read part 2 here !
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Rick drops the book like it’s burnt him, the paperback making a dull thud on the bed as he swings around to look at you.
His mouth opens to offer an explanation but no words come out.
You’re leaning against the doorway of the room you share with him, a smirk tugging at your lips as your eyes fall to the hardness pushing against his jeans. A hardness he had just been rubbing at before you so rudely interrupted him. Because the book he had been reading, that he clearly found by rooting through your bedside locker, wasn’t any old book. It was a raunchy romance novel. A book you kept for lonely nights. Smut, essentially. Pages to keep you entertained when rick wasn’t around. Or, clearly, to keep rick entertained when he thought you weren’t around.
You push away from the doorframe, walking slowly towards him.
‘See something you like?’ you smile.
‘I wasn’t - I … I was looking for a battery. I thought you might have one in there.’
‘Oh yeah? You find any?’.
Rick sighs, rubbing his hand over his face.
‘I got distracted,’ he mumbles against his palm and you grin. He’s clearly realised there’s no point denying it. It’s glaringly obvious what he was doing. I mean, it looks like he’s about to poke through the seam of his pants.
You sit at the edge of the bed, patting the spot beside you and he sits dumbly on the duvet, hands crossing uselessly over his crotch.
You lean in to kiss his cheek softly.
‘Calm,’ you whisper. ‘I’m not mad. Just curious.’
‘Wanna know which part you were reading,’ you add and his blush darkens furiously. He ignores the question. You let it slide. For now.
‘That book,’ he starts as you reach for it where it lays behind you, thumbing mindlessly through the well-worn pages.
‘Porn’ he murmurs and you bite back a smile at his scandalised look.
‘You gonna arrest me, officer?’.
Rick huffs and rolls his eyes lightly at your teasing.
‘I just mean … I don’t know. Where- where did you even find this?’.
‘I know a guy’ you wink, leaning in closer to nibble a little at his ear, but he draws back to look you in the eye, frowning.
‘Relax. Rosita and I have a little agreement. We share … literature. Any that we find on the road.’
Rick’s eyes widen even more.
‘Don’t look so shocked. Girls talk, you know. About things. Sex. Fantasies.’
Your lips return to his jaw, this time working south down his neck, licking and pecking gently. Teasingly.
Rick shifts a little, his voice sounding weak.
‘Aw, you wanna know mine baby?’.
You meet his eyes and he nods carefully.
‘Well, that’s not fair. Didn’t I ask you first?’.
Rick opens his mouth to protest but you cut him off with a shake of your head.
‘No. I’m serious. I wanna know what you read in that little book that got you so hot and bothered.’
His eyes avert from yours and you feel a little bad. Maybe you’re moving too fast for him.
‘Hey,’ you turn his cheek so he’s looking at you again. ‘You don’t have to be embarrassed. I mean, it’s my book, so whatever it is, I’m obviously into it too. It’s not like I’m gonna be put off by it.’
He seems to consider this for the first time but he pauses still. You can tell he needs one more push.
‘Okay, how bout this. All those nights on patrol, or supply runs with Daryl, how did you think I kept myself entertained? My imagination?’.
He looks between your face and the well worn book cover now lying limply in his hands.
‘I mean,’ you breathe, straddling his waist now and seating yourself on his lap. ‘Whatever it is you read, I read it too. And while I read it, I thought of you.’
His face flushes even deeper and his breath catches as you whisper the last part of the confession in his ear.
‘And it made me so wet, I touched myself until I came.’
Before the final word is out of your mouth, Rick is groaning lowly; eyes shut like he’s imagining the filthy picture you just painted for him. His hands fumble with the book and he flicks through the pages, trying to find the passage he had been reading before you interrupted. You watch him fondly as he searches; pink-faced and so, so hard beneath you. Finally he offers you the open page- all reluctance gone and replaced by pure heat.
You smirk, taking it from him and scanning the words as you begin to read. Rick watches in suspense, hands gripping your hips where you’re still straddling him, waiting for your response.
It takes all you had not to grin as you read the familiar passage. You can feel Rick’s eyes hot on your skin, trying to judge your expression, waiting for your reaction with bated breath. Your eyes skim lazily over the paragraphs as you try not to shift at the heat building between your thighs. Because the scene printed on these pages was something you’d only fantasised about doing with Rick. Or to Rick, really.
He wanted you to edge him.
‘Hmm’ you hum as you turn the page, feigning thoughtfulness. Your brows furrow as you read, just to let him squirm. His eyes track your face, darting between yours. Finally, you close the cover, leaning back to place the book on the bedside table while Rick steadies you in his lap.
Then you yawn quietly, giving a lazy stretch and standing up. You bite back a laugh at how he looks at you, wide-eyed and jaw gaping a little in confusion and worry.
‘Well?’ You raise a brow.
‘What are you doing just sitting there? Aren’t you gonna be good for me? Take off your clothes and lay down.’
It's like a spark is lit beneath him. He stands immediately, hands flying to his collar and fingers fumbling with his buttons, his gaze locked on you the whole time. You swear you saw it darken when you asked him if he was gonna be good for you, but you ignore that for now, storing the information away.
You turn to look through a locker and smile as you hear the clink of his belt buckle behind you, the quick wrestle with denim before his pants fall to the floor.
‘You- you’re … did you-’.
‘Shh, lay down, baby. Keep your boxers on for now,’ you reply, interrupting his nervous rambling.
You bite your lip as you find what you've been looking for. Beside Rick's Sherriff's badge and gun: a set of handcuffs, cool and heavy in your palm.
You exhale when you turn and see him on the bed. Naked, except for his underwear, bulging noticeably. A trace of nerves still on his face, but something else too. Anticipation. Hope. Lust. You can feel yourself getting wetter.
Slowly you walk to the bed, certain you hear his breath hitch when he sees the cuffs in your hand.
‘Just like in the book,’ you wink as you climb on the bed beside him. He nods dumbly, looking between you and the cuffs.
‘C’mon, lift 'em up,’ you gesture to his arms which he raises rapidly, eagerly.
‘Good,’ you coo and he swallows hard, shifting as you click the cuffs shut around his wrists.
You rub gentle circles into his palms before your hands trail down his arms, nails running lightly over the muscle.
‘Do they feel okay?’ you murmur, leaning in to press a kiss to his shoulder.
Rick hums above you and you withdraw. He frowns.
‘I wanna make one thing clear, okay? I want you to use your words tonight. When you want something, when something doesn't feel good. Or when it does. Especially when it does. You need to tell me, okay?’.
Rick nods and then quickly adds, ‘Yeah. Yes.’ And then, ‘The cuffs feel good’. He blushes at this last part as if hearing what he's actually admitting.
‘Good.' You reward him with the return of your touch. Your lips this time. Trailing across his chest, sucking and kissing and nipping, licking over his nipple to hear his breath catch again. Your nails join, grazing lightly across his skin, barely touching him as his muscles jump under them and goosebumps spring up in their wake.
Rick's voice pierces the silence, hoarse and strained. Uncertain.
Your lips stay where they are, sucking a mark into the skin above his navel. Your eyes meet his and you hum for him to continue.
‘I want you to take your clothes off too. Please’.
You release his skin with a pop, smiling.
‘Yeah? Okay, baby.’ You stand and pull off your pants, giving Rick a nice view of your panties before you mount him again, making sure to perch yourself just beyond his crotch. Slowly, you start unbuttoning your shirt.
‘I want you to tell me something else,’ you begin. His eyes watch your fingers darkly as they move lazily from button to button. ‘How long have you been wanting this?’.
‘I only just found the book today. Just before you came in.’
‘No, I mean generally. You knew about this stuff before. You never wanted to bring it up with me?’.
‘I- I don’t know. I guess, I wasn’t sure if you’d be into it. I didn’t even know that I was into it until I read the book.’
‘Mm, but you are into it, aren’t you Rick?’ you breathe, fingers parting the material of your now unbuttoned shirt and watching his eyes fall to your chest, greedily taking in the sight of your breasts, the lace of your bra.
‘You like it a lot, huh?’ you continue, scooting down a little so your ass meets his crotch, his jaw clenching as he watches you. ‘I can feel it’ you whisper, smirking. ‘That little passage, that’s what got you so turned on? That’s what has you so damn hard beneath me right now?’.
You start to move, slowly, just rocking back and forth against his boxers and you can feel him tense beneath you.
‘What was it, huh? What was it exactly that made you hot? I wanna know.'
Rick's eyes close as you grind a little deeper against him, maintaining your slow pace.
‘The- the control,’ he mutters.
‘No. Well- yes, yeah. But to you.’
‘What do you mean, baby? To me, what?’.
‘Giving up the control to you. You being in charge. Getting to decide when to touch me. When I cum.’
‘Yeah? That’s what got you all worked up?’.
He nods, opening his eyes again and wetting his lips as he watches you trail a hand down to rub at your clit over your panties. The other, palming at your breast over your bra. You sigh, continuing to move over him and letting yourself enjoy the relief for a minute. Despite the double barrier of his boxers and your panties still between you, the friction is delicious. You can only imagine how it feels for Rick, so on edge already. You bite your lip as your fingers pinch your nipple and his hands strain against the cuffs; forgetting they're there for a minute as he tries to reach for you. They clank against the headboard and you smile as he limply gives in to the restraint, eyes trailing over your body wantonly. You pout at him.
‘What’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted?’.
Your hips begin moving faster.
‘Wanted me to tie you up? To tie you down? Touch you? Make you feel good?’.
He nods, breath getting heavy and laboured.
‘Wanted me to bring you to the edge?’.
He nods faster, again and again.
‘And then take it away?’ you stand, suddenly, the pressure lifted from both of you. Rick’s body slumps against the mattress with a heavy exhale as need crosses his face.
You raise a brow, reminding him to use his words.
‘Yes. Yes, this is what I wanted’ he pants, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips despite the frustration he must be feeling. He's loving this.
You think maybe he's loving it a little less five minutes later when you're draped on top of him, hand down his boxers, gripping and stroking him at a torturously slow pace. Or maybe he's loving it even more. You glance down at him below you, cheeks tinged pink and eyes screwed shut, bucking up into your grip as you whisper into his ear. Yeah, definitely loving it more. You smirk, pressing little kisses to his ear, telling him how good he'd being for you. Your thumb presses along the sensitive slit of his head and he groans, hips starting to jerk faster and faster.
You don’t let him finish. His sentence or his orgasm; your fingers slipping slowly away. Rick groans, looking up at you with dark eyes.
‘Please,’ he mutters and you huff a laugh.
‘Please? We’ve only gone twice, baby. You’re not tapping out on me already are you?’.
You begin to move down his body, hands finding his boxers and tugging them down his legs, him eagerly lifting his hips to help you.
‘Or maybe that’s not what you’re asking, huh? Maybe you’re asking me to keep going.’
You press a kiss to the base of his shaft; one to the middle, one to the top. He lets out a shaky breath, hands clenching in the cuffs.
‘Yeah?’ you smile. ‘Is that what you’re begging for? For me not to stop?’.
You lick him a little, experimentally. Teasingly. Up his length and around his head. Brief flashes of pleasure.
‘Cause you want this, don’t you? You’re loving it.’
‘Feels good,’ Rick grits out from above as your nails lightly graze his inner thighs.
You smile when you feel him shiver.
‘Yeah, I bet it does. But I think I know something that would feel even better. Want me to show you?’.
He nods and nods again, and then you’re taking him into your mouth, his length sliding against the wet warmth of your cheeks and his head is falling back onto the pillow.
He doesn’t groan this time. He moans. A high, breathless sound that makes your thighs clench. You’re soaking wet at this point, you’re sure. Your bra and panties were discarded somewhere between grinding against him and teasing him with your hand.
‘Oh god … Jesus,’ he hisses as you move your head. His hands tug again at the cuffs. At the sound you look up, your eyes meeting his from below, and he almost cums on the spot. He figures you can tell because you release him then with a wet plop. Licking saliva from your lips as you swipe at a dribble of precum that escapes from him.
‘Oh fuck-' he grunts at the feeling of your thumb passing again over his head.
He nods, eyes half lidded now as they trail over your body, lingering at your neck, your chest, your thighs.
‘Wanna touch you,’ he murmurs pleadingly, his hands fidgeting in the restraints.
Your head tilts slightly as you consider freeing him. You pause in thought, then reach for the little key on the bedside locker.
Rick straightens a little at this, eagerness and hope flashing across his face.
‘I wanna be clear,’ you tell him as you fiddle with the lock. ‘I’m taking off the cuffs, but you’re not in charge. If I feel you trying to take control, they’re going back on, and I’m going to edge you all night, until you don’t know which way is up.’
Ricks eyes are wide and dark as he looks up at you, bottom lip plump and hanging open, practically drooling with lust.
‘Okay?’ the key clicks in the lock, the cuffs opening.
Rick nods quickly. ‘Okay’ he agrees, and you smile.
‘Good boy,’ you coo as you sink down onto him, and he releases a strangled version of your name as his eyes screw shut again in pleasure. His hands find your hips immediately, not to steer you (you can tell he’s being very, very careful so you won’t make good on your promise) but just to find purchase on something. To ground himself. To feel you.
‘I love you’ he sighs weakly and you soften at the reverence in his voice, the softness in his expression as his eyes search your face.
‘I love you too, baby’ you stoop down to kiss him, hips rocking slowly against him, trying not to squeeze too hard too soon. He’s close already, you can tell. That’s okay. So are you.
‘Can I touch you here?’ His hand hovers by your pussy and your jaw clenches.
‘You can touch me anywhere you like, Rick.’
His right hand meets your wet lips, thumb quickly finding your clit and beginning to stroke. His left hand rises to meet your chest, palming and squeezing at your breast, faltering only for a moment as you pick up your pace, riding him now with vigour.
The room fills with the sounds of your heavy breathing, and you feel Rick begin to tense beneath you.
‘I want you to tell me one last thing,’ you begin and you see a flicker of caution cross over him.
‘I want something else. Another fantasy.’
‘C’mon,’ you insist. ‘You held out on me for so long with this one. And look at all the fun we could’ve been having.’
You punctuate this with a particularly deep roll of your hips and his breath hitches.
‘The cuffs-' he begins and you smirk.
‘Yeah? You wanna use them again?’
‘On me?’ Your brows raise. ‘You wanna edge me, baby?’
‘No,’ he begins, eyes shutting like the image in his head combined with the stimulation you’re giving him is too intense together. ‘Wanna tie you up … make you … make you cum.’
‘Make me cum while I have the cuffs on?’.
He nods. ‘And again. Wanna make you cum again and again. Over and over. Until - until you can’t take any more.’
‘Fuck, yes. Okay. Good.’ you moan, head falling back at the image. You hadn’t expected this side of Rick, but fuck if it didn’t turn you on. You tighten around him.
His eyes meet yours in something of a panic. Worried he’ll cum before you can stop him, or worried you’ll actually stop him. You can’t tell. But it makes you smile all the same.
‘What’s wrong? You getting close? So soon?’.
Rick nods, brows beginning to furrow and you can tell he’s just on the edge; waiting, waiting for the inevitable moment you’ll pull yourself off him again. Deny him again. Leave him aching.
But you don’t stop. If anything you get faster, clenching around him now as he inhales shakily. His left hand falls to your hip, grasping at your skin as his thumb rubs diligent circles onto your clit until you think your toes will curl.
‘That’s okay,’ you croon through your panting. ‘You can cum, baby. You’re allowed. Been so good for me. Come on now, give it to me.’
The words are hardly out of your mouth before Rick's muscles are seizing beneath you, his head hitting the pillow as he moans loudly and lowly; cumming harder than you’ve ever seen him. He shudders as you follow him, your warm walls milking his orgasm until you’re drawing his hand from your clit, trying to escape the sensitivity.
'Jesus... fuck, sweetheart. Oh, God.' He twitches with the final waves of his orgasm, totally spent and drifting into the balmy bliss of the afterglow.
You collapse against him, cheek pressed to his clammy chest and listening to his rapid heartbeat begin to slow as he softens inside you.
One hand finds your back, rubbing gently. The other brushes the hair from your face where it falls on his chest. You reach for it, turning the wrist this way and that for inspection, pressing a kiss to the red mark left from the cuffs.
‘Did they hurt?’ you’re worried suddenly, but it dissipates as you look up at Rick. Deeply flushed, hair tousled, a dazed and totally fucked-out expression on his face. Pleasure. Satisfaction. Relief.
‘Good. Because I’ll be wearing them next time’.
You wink, a smile tugging at your lips as Rick’s eyes darken. You feel him grow hard inside you again.
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an: part two - rick gets his own back ... read it here ;)
