Valentine's Celebration - Rick Grimes x fem!reader
Author's note: Happy Valentine's Week, please enjoy this saucy fic! I wanna write more for suburban/sheriff rick! so send me your asks <3 love ya
Warnings: 18+ Rick is in his 30s, reader is in 20s! P! in V!, unprotected sex. drunk! sex, semi public sex? rough rick grimes. Skin grabbing, dirty talk, porn with plot. Cum swallowing, big!cock rick grimes. Rick Grimes's big hands. Alternate AU - not apocalypse
Tags: @sweetlikenonsense @wintrynighr
Every year on Valentine’s Day, your parents throw a big party. Inviting neighbours, work friends, old friends and more.
As you had gotten older, they started allowing you to join. Since all they did was have a dinner party and bar afterwards, you never found it interesting.
Until you entered your 20s, this year was different.
Rick Grimes, the neighbourhood cop and your next door neighbour was finally single.
Since turning an adult, you had found him insanely attractive and unable to take your eyes off him but since he always attended these parties with his wife. You usually slinked off to your friends or whoever you were fucking at the time.
But now, there was no one you wanted more than him. It drove you mad, living next door to him without being able to touch him or speak to him other than a polite smile or wave.
Picking out your dress, a crimson red dress with a large heart cut out. Exposing your breasts right in the middle of the heart, you looked at yourself and wondering if that was too obvious?
Deciding to make it a little more classy, you threw on a light pink shawl. Just enough to cover your breasts.
When you entered the dining room, the party had just begun. It was beautifully decorated, personalised name cards. Pink, red and white hearts scattered the table, bunting lined the ceiling with hearts. Instrumental music quietly played in the background. Every year your mum went above and beyond, you secretly wondered if she wanted the neighbourhood to talk about it.
There were different people this year, maybe Rick didn’t recieve an invite? Your parents changed the parties every year without telling anyone.
You sighed, taking a glass of champage from the tray the waitress was bringing around. Feeling rather disappointed if that fact was true, it was the only occasion you could get away with seeing Rick outside of politeness.
But as you stared into the glass that was nearly empty now, you were unaware that Rick had entered the room. In a suit, like every year.
He looked gorgeous, curls slicked back with a small amount of gel. That beard with flecks of grey in it. And those piercings blue eyes that bore into you as he examined the room.
“Oh Rick, please. Come in, sit down” your dad smiled, taking the wine from Rick.
“You remember our daughter don’t you?” Your mum motioned to you who was preparing the table
Cheeks flushing as you smiled towards Rick, standing up at once to greet him. His hand went to your waist, and planted a soft kiss on your cheek. He smelt incredible but you weren’t surprised.
You stood there awkwardly as the waitress made her rounds, you picked two glasses and handed one to Rick. Clinking the glasses in a quiet cheers, he smiled politely but his eyes dropped to your shawl that was loosely tied.
“Since when did you attend these parties?” He leant forward as he placed the empty glass on the tray, a cute excuse to speak.
You smirked, looking up at him as you poured the rest of the drink down your throat without breaking contact. Watching as his cheeks flushed, glancing around in case anyone saw you.
“Oh Rick, I’ve always been here” you licked your bottom lip as you held the smirk, turning to place the empty glass on the tray.
Just in time for your mum to call everyone to take their places, you knew where you were sitting. The perks of being the host’s daughter, you tried to glance at where Rick was sitting but your mum had dragged you off before you had a chance.
Pulling your chair out, you examined the table decorations. Your name was beautifully written with small hearts after it, looking up and right into his eyes. That smirk still hot on your lips as he stared back at you.
Extending your legs, your kitten heels hitting the edge of his boots. A small starter was placed in front of you, pretending to join in on the conversations around you. Feeling his eyes on you from time to time until you were asked a question by Mrs Johnson, placing your starter knife and fork done. Examining the question with the Rick’s eyes on you now, they weren’t looking away.
As if he was interested in the answer, but what were your plans?
Thankfully, your dad interjected. Giving a vague suggestion of your ‘plans’ which took the pressure of you slightly and you felt yourself relax again. Able to reply to your dad’s answer and smiled at him as a silent thank you.
You saw that Rick was smiling as he took a bite of his food, a twinkle in his eye as he looked at you. It was clearly the alcohol.
As the dinner party continued, the conversations petered off and more alcohol was poured into your glass. Cheeks flushing from the heat, the shawl on your shoulders was warming your neck and you needed to take it off. Looking around at the other wives outfits, you wouldn’t be the only with a chesty dress on so you bit the bullet.
Letting it fall off your shoulders, Rick was taking a sip of his drink when his eyes fell on your chest. Instantly choking on the liquid at the sight of you, Mrs Johnson noticed him choking and patted him on the back. Mumbling to see if he’s okay, of course he was.
There was no way he could have expected you to take off your shawl. Feeling rather pleased with yourself at his reaction, you took another sip of your drink.
Rick had been grilled on his relationship status throughout the night, asking about his kids. Carl and Judith. There was always the rumour that Judith wasn’t his but it was never proved. Not that it mattered, Rick had instantly accepted her as his own. Especially after Lori’s bad labour.
The table was cleared, everyone was taken into the living room which had a fire lit in the centre. Your cheeks were flushed from the heat in the dining room, this rooms as insufferable. You delayed your movement, Rick was behind you as you stopped making him tumble into you.
Surely he didn’t bring his gun with him? Turning around to face him, there was no pistol belt. Something was pressing into your ass before you realised.
“Shall we get a drink?’’ You asked innocently, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
He stuttered, his brow furrowing in confusion. Before you tilted your head for him to follow you, he looked at the living room which was bellowing out heat and listened to you.
The kitchen was empty when you opened the door, Rick’s bottle of wine was sitting on the counter next to a few white wine bottles. You opened it instantly, your parents rarely drank gifted wines but you wouldn’t do that to him.
Splitting the bottle between two glasses, you slid one towards Rick who blinked at you before picking it up. You were leaning against the counter with him so close to you.
“I don’t remember the parties to always be like this?” He said into the silence, holding his glass in one hand. The other resting on the sink counter.
”That’s because you’d go home early” you said in reply, a soft smirk on your lips.
“Not my fault, especially since I was married” he said the word as if it was dirt in his mouth.
You leant back on the counter, watching him from the minimal distance when footsteps neared the kitchen door. Gasping, you grabbed the bottle of wine and frantically opened the pantry door. Pulling Rick in with you.
There was no space in the pantry as you placed the bottle down, breath hitched as you listened to the noises outside. A small gap in the door, you both leant forward to peer in.
It was Mrs Johnson and a man who wasn’t her husband.
You stifled your laughter, looking at Rick.
“So, I don’t remember this ever happening” he leant closer to you, looking down at you as he whispered.
“No? Never been naughty before?” You whispered, you felt yourself step towards the shelf behind you.
Forgetting that the bottle of wine was by your foot, it clinked loudly. Hearing a gasp from outside, your eyes widened not wanting to be caught. It came as a surprise when Rick pressed his lips to yours.
“Shut up” he mumbled into your mouth, holding the position until the noise outside continued.
He was so hot, chest pressed against you. His tie was hanging down his neck, his hand came up to your chin. Holding you in place as he continued to kiss you.
The bottle of wine didn’t clink again as he pushed you harder against the shelf, it hurt a little but you didn’t care. His hands were pulling up the bottom of your dress, tugging at your tights.
They were thin opaque and his hands were rough against the material that a ladder created a large hole by your inner thighs, his lips were on your neck as he continued to pull your tights down.
As you gasped into the small pantry, his other hand came up to your mouth to quieten you.
“What did I tell you?” He groaned into the crook of your neck.
You mumbled against his fingers as your tights fell down your legs, the scrap of the material you classed as underwear were not covering you for long before he dropped to his knees.
His hand was pressing hard against your mouth as his tongue touched your clit, spelling out his name as you felt yourself twitch. Beating hard against his tongue, red wine always made you so wet.
He stayed on his knees until your legs began to shake, you were so close to reaching your orgasm. But he removed his mouth before you could cum.
Bringing his lips to yours, his tongue pushing between your lips. Making you taste yourself. Your hands tugged at his belt, his cock was already hard when the clank of his belt hit the floor.
You gulped, he was big. Probably bigger than you had ever taken before.
His hand slipped down from your mouth as they roughly pulled your thighs closer to him, his tip moving over your clit. Sensitive and swollen from your denied orgasm.
“Please, fuck me” you trembled, trying to be quiet.
His eyes flickered, desire and lust. A soft smirk on his face as you gripped onto the shelf behind you, his tip played with your entrance before slowly sliding inside you.
The groan that left his lips was primal.
You could have cum just there at that sound he made.
It took everything in you not to grind your hips against his cock, he was supporting you with those thick hands on your waist. Digging into your curves, his beard was tickling your neck.
As he slid all the way in, you could feel yourself getting wetter. So full of him.
Moans fell off your lips as he begun to thrust inside you, to hide anymore noise. His lips stayed fastened onto yours, you were grinding on his cock as he hit your soft spot over and over.
Finding it difficult to hold yourself together, your eyes rolled back as the pressure increased in your lower stomach. Your clit pulsating against his pelvic bone. Nails digging into his back, marks were definitely being left.
“M’mm gonna” you panted, unable to finish your sentence.
“That’s it, cum on my cock baby” his voice was strangled as the twang in his accent came out.
Continuing to mumble his encouragements into your mouth as you let yourself go, breathing through your orgasm. Until your body shook against his, your grip loosing as you came hard.
Moaning into his mouth but you were sure that you weren’t being very quiet. Not that you cared in this moment.
He thrusted harder and harder inside you, his grip squeezed you closer to him as the squelch of your cum kept going. Eyes rolling back at the sensation, sweat beading on your forehead.
You felt his cock twitch inside, your muscles pulsating around his cock. He was rougher now, sliding in and out around your entrance. Pushing his tip against your walls, the groans were more consistent as he kept going.
“Fuck, m’m gonna cum” he mumbled as he looked down at you, flexing his biceps to hold you in place.
Pulling you, you felt his embrace let you go and instinctively you dropped to your knees. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, just as you did at the beginning of the night.
He came hard into your mouth, trying to hide his moans as you swallowed each bit of his load. Kneeling closer to his tip, you sucked any remainder off his tip until he shuddered with sensitivity.
Smiling, he helped you to feet. Planting a gentle kiss on your lips, stroking your hair away from your face. A soft expression on his face as you gazed at him.
You both slowly redressed, just enough so that you looked as you did before. Picking up the bottle of wine from the floor, you peered through the small gap once more. The kitchen was empty, taking everything with you. You both entered the cooler kitchen and caught your breath.
The empty bottle was placed on the side, you looked at your appearance in the kitchen mirror on the wall. You tidied yourself up, his finger coming to your face and wiping away that stray bit of makeup. Which you reapplied in a hurry.
Everyone was scattered across the house when you rejoined the group in the dining room, your parents were thankfully nowhere to be seen. Sitting yourself on a sofa with Rick next to you, fingers inches away from each others.
Someone handed you a drink, as you sat with Rick in silence for a few seconds.
“So when are you free for round two.” You leant closer and whispered in his ear.
His cheeks flushed at your question, you sensed he was battling everything in him not to speak his mind. Taking a sip of the drink, he pulled out his phone.
“Give me a call” he said softly, placing his phone between you both.
You smiled, quietly entering your number into his phone. Watching over his shoulder as he entered a different name with a smirk.
“Who says the Sheriff can’t be naughty?” The smirk still planted on his face as he tucked the phone back into pocket.
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