pairing: rick grimes x fem!oc (delilah greene)
summary: rick was already obsessed with delilah, but after their first kiss, when she admitted she’d never done this before, something in him shifted. it took everything in him not to lose control.
time & place: season 2, hershels farm- delilah's bedroom
warnings: age gap, smut, first time, virginity loss, unrprotected pinv, dom rick, sub oc, praise kink, cum coating, fingering, nipple play, use of 'baby' & good girl, no plot, third person pov
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a/n: first tumblr post ahhh, i already love writing rick and lilah so much, check out his devotion on wattpad for more ♡
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Rick didn't pull far after the kiss.
Just enough to look at her.
Her lips were flushed, parted slightly. Her breathing uneven.
Her hands still fisted in the front of his shirt like she didn't quite trust herself to let go.
He watched her for a long second.
That look alone made her stomach flip.
"You alright?" he asked quietly.
She nodded, but her chest was still rising too fast.
His hand slid from her jaw to her waist again, firmer this time. Not grabbing. Just claiming space.
"Slow down," he murmured.
It wasn't instruction for her alone.
He leaned in again, but slower. His mouth brushing hers, testing the pressure before deepening it. Letting her adjust. Letting her respond.
Her body softened against his like she'd been waiting for permission.
That did something to him.
His grip tightened at her waist, subtle and controlled.
He felt the way she shivered.
He pulled back just enough to watch her reaction.
"Don't hide from me now," he said low.
"I'm not," she whispered.
He studied her for a second longer.
From her waist... up along her side.
Feeling her breathe under his touch.
She inhaled sharply when his thumb traced just beneath her ribs.
He let the silence stretch.
Let her feel every inch of it.
"You still with me?" he asked softly.
Her voice barely held steady.
That made his jaw flex slightly.
He leaned in again — this time his mouth trailing from her lips to her jaw, then lower to her throat. Not biting. Not marking.
Her fingers slid from his chest to his shoulders, gripping tighter as heat spread through her.
Felt the way her hips rocked back and forth.
That rock nearly cracked his control.
He moved his hand to the small of her back, flattening his palm there. Holding her still.
"You don't move unless I move you," he murmured quietly against her skin.
That submission — effortless, immediate — made his breath deepen.
He lifted his head to look at her again.
Her cheeks were flushed. Eyes darkened. Lips swollen and pink.
And she looked at him like she'd give him anything he asked for.
That did something dangerous to him.
His hand slid down her back slowly, deliberately, then curved back around to her waist, pushing her hips down onto his bulging cock.
Her breath hitched as she felt him beneath her.
He watched her face carefully.
Watched the realization flicker there.
"You feel that?" he asked quietly.
He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers.
His hand slid up again, fingers brushing beneath the hem of her shirt — not pushing further yet — just grazing warm skin.
Her back arched slightly at the contact.
He exhaled slowly through his nose.
"You trust me?" he asked.
His hand moved a little higher.
She swallowed, her voice barely steady, eyes dropping to where their bodies pressed together.
"Rick... I've never done this before."
The words didn't shatter the moment.
Her fingers curled harder in his shirt, heart pounding against her ribs, waiting for something to change — for him to pull back, to hesitate, to look at her differently.
Still in the way a man does when something shifts from heat to weight.
His hands remained at her waist, firm now.
His eyes locked onto hers.
"This is your first," he said.
He studied her face — the nerves, the heat, the way she was still leaning into him despite it.
"You understand what that means," he said quietly.
His jaw tightened slightly.
"You're not saying this because you feel like you have to."
His grip at her waist tightened a fraction — not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her he was there.
He searched her face for any flicker of doubt.
His hand slid from her waist to the back of her neck, fingers spreading there, thumb brushing just below her ear.
"Look at me and tell me you want it," he murmured.
Her eyes were on him.
Steady.
Open.
Rick inhaled slowly through his nose.
The control in him sharpened — not because he wanted to rush her, but because he understood the gravity now.
"You don't rush this," he said.
"If we do this, we do it right."
His forehead pressed lightly to hers.
"And you don't go quiet if something hurts," he added quietly. "You tell me."
There was dominance in that — not optional.
He watched her a second longer.
Then his mouth returned to hers — slower now, deeper, not testing anymore.
His hand stayed firm at her neck, holding her steady as she melted against him without hesitation.
When he moved again, it was slower, more intentional, his dominance reshaping into something fiercely protective.
One hand slid up her side, fingers roaming over her ribcage, pressing just enough to feel the rapid flutter of her heartbeat beneath.
"Feel that?" he murmured, his thumb pressing lightly against her pulse.
"That's just your body catching up," he murmured. "Slow it down. Breathe with me."
She nodded and began to match his breathing.
He didn't speak more in that moment; his touch said it all, a silent promise that he would guide her through this, that her first time would be his to shape with care.
His hand cupped the back of her neck, thumb brushing the sensitive skin there in a slow, reassuring stroke that sent a shiver down her spine.
"That's it," he whispered, his lips brushing her temple as he leaned forward.
"Just like that. Good girl."
Rick guided her backward, laying her down on her bed, his body leading hers in a seamless flow.
She sank into her mattress, her legs already feeling like jelly, like they might give way under the weight of what was coming.
Her mind raced with a million questions—
Would she know what to do? Would it hurt? Could she take his cock?
But his presence drowned it out, his firmness against her softness a reassurance that she didn't have to figure it out alone.
He paused again, hovering over her, his hand at her neck, tilting her chin up slightly, eyes locking on hers once more.
He watched her face, the way her lips parted, the subtle nod she gave without words, her eyes wide with that mix of eagerness and desire that tugged at something deep in him.
"Look at me," he said softly, his thumb tracing her jawline.
"You're beautiful like this—open, trusting me."
"When you're ready, we'll go slow. Tell me if you want me to keep going," he added, running his thumb over her lip.
"I want to," she nodded, a small smile breaking through her nerves.
His weight settled carefully over her—not crushing, but enveloping, a protective cage of muscle and heat that made her feel small and cherished all at once.
His knee nudged between her thighs, parting them slowly, giving her time to adjust.
She felt the deliberate press of his knee on her pussy, that was still covered by her clothes.
She gasped softly, her thighs tensing instinctively before relaxing under his guidance, the friction sending a spark of heat through her core that was both thrilling and intimidating.
"Easy now," Rick soothed, his voice a low rumble against her ear as he held still, letting her body acclimate.
"Feel me there? That's just the start," he said.
He pushed his knee outwards against her inner thigh.
"Spread a little more for me," he instructed.
She did as he said, spreading her legs out more.
"Yeah, like that. Good girl," he cooed.
His hand at her side stilled, palm flat against her ribs, feeling the way her breath hitched and steadied.
He lingered there, letting her body adjust to the intimacy of his thigh between hers, watching for any sign of hesitation.
Her hands slid up his arms, fingers digging lightly into his muscles, seeking an anchor as waves of sensation rolled through her—new, untested, making her skin flush hot.
That control in him tightened, his jaw clenching for a beat before he exhaled, leaning down to brush his lips against her collarbone—not a kiss, but a graze, testing her response.
She arched slightly, a soft sound escaping her throat, half sigh, half whimper, and he lingered there, breath warm against her skin, inhaling the faint scent of her nervousness mingled with desire.
"You like that?" he asked, his lips hovering just above her skin, voice husky with restraint.
"Tell me, Delilah. I need to hear you," he added.
"Y-yes," she breathed, her voice trembling but honest, the admission making her cheeks burn.
He trailed higher, capturing her mouth again, the kiss deepening but measured, his tongue exploring her mouth.
Delilah tentatively met him, her tongue brushing his, tasting the faint salt of his skin, her inexperience showing in the hesitant way she moved, but fueled by a need that stirred him.
As they kissed, his hand slipped under her shirt, fingers trailing her bare stomach.
Her abdomen quivered under his touch, muscles fluttering as if every nerve ending was awakening for the first time.
He paused once more, hand stilling just below her breast, waiting for her body to settle, for her hips to shift instinctively toward him, a silent affirmation of her readiness.
Pulling back from the kiss, he met her eyes, his hand unmoving. "I'm going to touch you here," he said, his fingers brushing the underside of her breast lightly.
"Tell me if you want more or if I should stop. Okay?" he said, looking at her deeply.
"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but her eyes held his, steady with trust.
Her willingness hit him like a storm—her trust, her submission, stirring something deep in his chest.
The need to claim her without breaking her swelled within him.
Rick pulled back just enough to tug her dress downwards, exposing her to his gaze, the cool air kissing her skin and making her nipples harden in response.
He took her in slowly, eyes tracing the gentle swell of her breasts, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, her vulnerability laid bare.
"God, you're perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with admiration.
"Look at you, all ready for me," he groaned.
His hands were deliberate as they traced the curve of her waist, up to cup her breasts gently, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened again, under his touch, drawing a soft moan from her lips.
Delilah's eyes fluttered shut, her body arching into his hands, the sensation sharp and new, sending jolts straight to her core.
She had touched herself before, but this—his rough palms against her softness, the way he kneaded with just enough pressure—was overwhelming, making her thighs clench around his knee.
"That's it, let it build," he encouraged.
"Does it feel good?" he asked.
Delilah quickly nodded her head.
"You're doing so well, opening up for me," he smiled.
Rick watched her every reaction, his thumb pausing on one nipple, rolling it slowly as he leaned down to take the other into his mouth.
His tongue flicked over the bud, warm and wet, sucking gently, and she gasped, her fingers threading into his hair, holding him there as pleasure bloomed unfamiliar and intense.
"Rick... oh," she moaned, the sound pulling a growl from him.
He released her with a soft pop, breath fanning over the damp skin, and checked her again—eyes meeting hers, seeing the dilated pupils, the parted lips, urging him on despite the flush of embarrassment at her own eagerness.
His hand trailed lower now, fingers wrapping around the hem of her sundress.
"Gonna take this off, okay?" he told her lowly.
"Okay," she nodded, lifting her arms.
He quickly worked to remove the dress, guiding it up and over her head, leaving her in just her panties.
"God, you're beautiful," he breathed out, taking her in.
"It's all for me to see, to touch," he added, his hands grasping her breasts.
"All for you," Delilah moaned, throwing her head back.
Rick shifted, his thigh pressing more firmly against her clit through the thin barrier of her panties, rocking slowly to let her feel the building ache.
Delilah whimpered, her hips bucking slightly, unpracticed but instinctive, the friction making her wetter, her body responding in ways she hadn't fully anticipated.
He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her neck as he kissed there, marking the spot with his teeth just enough to sting without breaking skin.
"You're getting wet for me, aren't you?" he said, his voice dropping lower, fingers tracing the damp spot on her panties.
"That's your body saying yes. I'm going to touch you there now—over the fabric first. Relax into it."
He gently moved his fingers over the fabric of her panties.
Her breath hitched, and he noticed.
"Breathe," he murmured, the word a command as his fingers now slipped beneath the fabric, brushing her folds for the first time.
She was slick, ready despite her nerves, and he paused there, one finger circling her entrance lightly, not pushing in yet, just teasing, feeling her clench around nothing.
The intimacy of it—the way her body trembled, the soft pleas she didn't even realize she was making—deepened his obsession for her.
"Feel that?" he asked, his finger gliding along her slit.
"That's you, so wet for me. I'm gonna touch you here now," he said, thumb circling her clit.
"Tell me how it feels," he instructed.
"It... it's tingling," she gasped, her hips shifting toward his hand. "More, please."
Rick's control held firm, his movements deliberate as he explored her, thumb rubbing in slow circles that made her cry out, her back arching off the bed.
He watched her face, the way pleasure twisted her features, ensuring it stayed good, that her first touches were ones of discovery and delight.
He added a finger, sliding it inside her slowly, curling gently to find that spot that made her gasp, her walls fluttering around the intrusion, tight and warm.
"I'm inside now," he said, his voice steady as he pumped slowly. "God, you're so tight around my finger."
Delilah's breath came in pants now, her hands roaming his back, nails digging in as waves of sensation built, unfamiliar and intoxicating.
"You're taking it so well," he praised.
"Rick..." she whispered, her voice breaking on his name, a plea and a surrender all in one.
"I know, I feel you clenching," he replied, adding a second finger carefully, stretching her inch by inch.
"That's two now—slow, see?" he said, slowly pumping in and out.
She looked down at his fingers slicked with her wetness and nodded.
"Your pussy's gripping me, pulling me in, let the pressure build, baby, when you're close, I'll tell you," he said before returning his lips to her mouth.
He kissed her deeply, swallowing her sounds, his fingers moving in steady rhythm while his thumb kept that pressure on her clit, building her toward release with patient precision.
The claiming was there in every pump—intense but steady, his body over hers a shield as much as a conqueror, the irreversibility of their bond sealing with each shared breath, each touch that marked her first as his.
As she teetered on the edge, her body tensing, he slowed just enough to draw it out, whispering against her lips,
"You're almost there—feel it?" he breathed out.
"Mhm," she managed to get out, eyes squeezed shut.
"Let go for me, Lilah. Come on, my fingers. I've got you," he soothed.
She did, shattering around his fingers with a cry, her first orgasm with him crashing through her like a revelation, leaving her boneless and breathless beneath him.
Rick held her through it, his hand stilling inside her, kissing her temple, her cheek, murmuring soft praises as she came down.
"That's my girl," he said, voice warm with pride.
"You did so well," he praised as he slowly removed his soaked fingers from inside her.
Delilah's body still quivered from the intense release Rick's fingers had wrung from her, her inner thighs slick with her own arousal, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.
The room felt smaller now, the air thick and heavy, charged with the scent of her pleasure and the raw anticipation of what came next.
She laid there on the rumpled sheets, legs parted just enough to invite him, her small frame vulnerable beneath his towering presence.
Rick loomed over her, his muscular body a wall of heat, sweat glistening on his skin from the effort of holding back.
He leaned down, his face inches from hers, breath mingling with her gasps. One large hand cradled the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair to keep her gaze locked on him.
"Don't look away, Delilah," he commanded softly, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her bones.
"This is your first time. 'M gonna take care of you, but you have to let me lead, nod if you're ready."
Her heart pounded like a drum in her chest, the reality of it crashing over her.
She was a virgin, untouched until his fingers had claimed her moments ago, and now his cock—thick, rigid, and far too intimidating—pressed insistently against her inner thigh.
She swallowed hard, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she nodded, her voice a whisper.
"I'm ready, Rick. I need you."
A flicker of something raw crossed his face—desire mixed with the fierce protectiveness that made his jaw clench.
He wanted to plunge into her, to lose himself in that virgin heat, but he reined it in, his body trembling with the strain.
This was her, innocent and yielding, and he'd be damned if he hurt her more than necessary.
"Good girl," he murmured, his lips brushing her forehead in a tender contrast to the dominance in his tone.
He quickly moved to free himself of his pants and underwear cock springing up onto his stomach.
The sight of his already leaking cock, made her core pulse again.
He moved back to her, knees bracketing her hips, pinning her gently but firmly to the mattress.
His free hand trailed down her side, worshipping the soft curve of her waist, the dip of her hip, before gripping her thigh and spreading her wider.
"Open up for me, baby. Let me see that pretty pussy."
Delilah's cheeks burned, but she obeyed, her legs falling apart under his guidance.
The cool air kissed her exposed folds, still swollen and sensitive from her climax, and she bit her lip as he positioned himself.
The blunt head of his cock nudged her entrance, slick with her juices, and he rubbed it slowly up and down her slit, coating himself, teasing her clit until she whimpered.
"Feel that?" he asked, voice husky, eyes never leaving hers.
"I'm going in slow. Breathe with me—in and out."
She inhaled sharply as he pressed forward, just the tip breaching her.
The stretch was immediate, a burning pressure that made her gasp and tense.
Her walls, still so tight and unyielding from inexperience, resisted him, clenching instinctively.
"Oh, Rick—it's too big," she cried out, her hands flying to his chest, nails scraping his skin.
Panic edged her voice, the pain sharp and unfamiliar, mingling with the lingering pleasure.
He froze, every muscle in his body locking as he fought the urge to drive deeper.
Her heat enveloped just that small part of him, it made his cock throb painfully, pre-cum leaking inside her.
Fuck, she was tight—impossibly so, like her body was made to torment him with temptation.
His cock screamed to push deeper, but his heart anchored him.
She was choosing him, trusting him.
'Shh, I know it hurts, baby,' he soothed, his thumb stroking her cheek, wiping away a stray tear.
He leaned in closer, his chest pressing against her breasts, the proximity overwhelming, his scent—musk and sweat—filling her senses.
"Just the tip. Hold onto me. You can tell me if it hurts too much," he said in a low voice.
Delilah's fingers dug into his biceps, feeling the corded strength there, a reminder of his control.
She forced herself to relax, exhaling as he instructed, her eyes wide and locked on his.
The pain ebbed slightly, replaced by a fullness that bordered on ache. 'Okay... it's a little better. Keep going, please.'
Rick's restraint loosened at her plea, a low groan escaping him.
He inched forward, deliberate and measured, his cock sliding deeper into her virgin pussy.
Her walls stretched around him, fluttering in protest, gripping him so fiercely that it drew a low guttural moan from his lips.
Halfway in, he paused again, sweat beading on his brow, his hips twitching with the effort to stay still.
He was drowning already—in her pussy, the way she molded to him, pulling him under like a current.
"You're doing so fucking good," he whispered, his mouth at her ear, voice laced with possession.
"Taking my big cock like a good girl. Look at how you're opening up for me."
She glanced down between them, where their bodies joined, his thick shaft disappearing into her small, stretched pussy.
Tears spilled over, but she didn't look away, meeting his intense stare.
"It hurts, but... feels good. Really good."
Those words undid him a fraction more.
Rick's hand roamed her body in reverence, cupping one breast, thumb circling the hardened nipple before pinching it lightly, drawing a moan from her.
He kissed her collarbone, then lower, sucking the sensitive skin of her throat as he rocked his hips minutely, testing her.
"That's my girl. Feel every inch. I'm not all the way in yet—breathe through it." He pushed a little deeper, her walls submitting to him now, the last of her virginity surrendering to him with a sharp sting that made her cry out.
"Rick! Too much—wait," she gasped, her legs trembling, pussy clenching hard around him.
The fullness was overwhelming, his girth filling her to the brim, pressing against places she didn't know existed.
He stilled once more, buried as deep as he dared for now, his forehead pressed to hers, breaths syncing in the charged silence.
"I know, baby. I feel you squeezing me so tight. It's okay to hurt a little—it's your first time. But you're safe with me. Tell me when you want more."
His other hand slipped between them, fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow circles to ease the burn, mixing pleasure with the stretch.
Delilah's hips bucked involuntarily at the touch, the dual sensations sparking stars behind her eyes.
The pain dulled under his skilled fingers, her arousal building again despite the ache.
"More... I'm okay now. Deeper, Rick. I need all of you."
With a guttural sound of surrender, he complied, thrusting forward in a controlled slide until his hips met hers, fully sheathed in her tight heat.
Her pussy gripped him like a fist, wet and pulsing, and he groaned, head dropping to her shoulder.
He was lost—drowning in the sensation, the way her walls rippled around his length, milking him without mercy.
"Fuck, Lilah... your pussy's perfect. So small, so tight around my cock. Feels so good."
He held there, letting her adjust, his cock throbbing inside, her breath hot against his skin.
"Such a good girl. You're taking it all. Now, move with me, rock your hips up when I pull back."
She nodded, her body learning his rhythm.
He withdrew slowly, almost to the tip, then sank back in, deliberate and deep, each thrust measured to build her pleasure without overwhelming.
His hands worshipped her—one kneading her ass, lifting her to meet him, the other tracing her ribs, her belly, before returning to her breast, mouth latching onto the nipple to suck hard.
Teeth grazed, tongue soothed, and she arched into it, pain forgotten in the rising tide.
"That's it," he praised, voice rough with emotion.
"Feel how I stretch you? How deep I am in your pussy now?" he moaned, thrusting in her again.
She cried out, throwing her arm over her face.
"Don't hide from me—let me see your pretty face." He captured her lips in a deep kiss, dominating her mouth as he did with her body.
Delilah moaned into him, her legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his back.
The fullness turned to bliss, her clit grinding against his pelvis with every thrust. "Rick... it feels so good now. Deeper—please, don't stop."
Her words fueled him; he thrusted harder, still controlled but insistent, hips snapping with growing urgency.
He was addicted, hips grinding to bury himself impossibly deeper, her pussy's grip pulling him toward the edge.
"You're mine, baby. This tight little pussy—made for my cock. Cum on it. Show me how much you love this."
His fingers returned to her clit, rubbing firmly, while his mouth trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her shoulder.
He worshipped every inch—licking the valley between her breasts, sucking marks into her skin, hands gripping her thighs to spread her wider, exposing her completely.
The tension coiled tight in her belly, the emotional weight of it all—the pain she'd endured, the trust she'd given—pushing her higher.
"I'm close... Rick, oh god, I'm gonna cum!" Her walls spasmed, clenching around him in rhythmic pulses as her orgasm hit, waves of ecstasy crashing through her, soaking his cock.
Rick growled through it, thrusting deep to feel every contraction, her release drenching him.
He was close, the slick heat overwhelming, but he held on, riding her peak until she slumped beneath him.
Only then did he pull out, the wet slide obscene in the quiet room.
Climbing up her, he places his knees around her waist. He fisted his cock, slick with her cum, and stroked fast.
"Look at me, baby. Watch me."
She did, eyes hazy but obedient, as he erupted—thick ropes of cum painting her tits, dripping down her nipples.
He milked every drop, rubbing the head against her skin to spread it, claiming her.
Exhausted, he fell beside her, pulling her close, his dominant edge softening into aftercare.
"You did so good, baby. My pretty girl."
She curled into him, sore but fulfilled. "Yours forever, Rick."