Take A Break
Rick Grimes x gn!reader
word count: 1.9k
content: rick works himself too hard. farmer era rick. overstimulation. multiple orgasms. reader uses rick as a dildo. oral (rick!receiving). scheming.
cher's kinktober day one!! dumbification!!
In your most professional opinion, Rick Grimes puts himself through too much.
When he's not going on runs, he's up at the ass crack of dawn to live his life as a farmer. When he's not farming, he's mediating. When he's not mediating, he's working on the prison's defenses. And when he's not doing that? Well, you can't even say for certain that he's sleeping, because with your utmost certainty, you can truthfully say you've never seen this man sleep.
Lay down? Sure, briefly. Sleep? Not so much.
You love Rick, you really do. But it's that love that's made you take these current, drastic measures.
Getting Rick alone was already a task and a half, considering he always wanted to be doing something. You'd eventually had to make up some anomaly in the watchtower.
That had finally caught his attention, the prospect of a new threat too worrying to let him ignore it.
Which led you to phase two of your plan: seducing him.
It was harder than you thought it'd be, considering how easily you'd gotten him worked up in the past without even trying. But as it turned out, Rick Grimes did not appreciate being lied to mislead into briefly abandoning his responsibilities.
"Seriously? This is the anomaly at the perimeter?" He scoffs, though you can tell he's not actually that irritated with you.
Unfortunately, you're about to have to toe the line with that.
"Come onnnnn." You groan, rubbing up against him as you go to wrap your arms around his neck, "You never give me any attention anymore."
A big fat fucking lie, by the way. Rick may be busy, but he's gotten you off more than a few times. Damn if that man wasn't good with his hands.
Rick's jaw sets as he feels your body against his, though his hands make their way to your hips with very little thought, "You trying to make a habit of lyin' now, sugar?"
"You calling me a liar, Grimes?"
He raises a brow, "If the shoe fits so well, then maybe I am."
You can't fight the grin that threatens to spread across your lips, so you turn your attentions elsewhere. Like, for instance, how your hand trails down to his crotch.
Rick calls your name as a warning, your hands fumbling with the buckle of his belt.
You make quicker work of it at that.
"I can't- you know I can't." He tries to reason, but you're watching his pupils eat away at his irises like lust eats away at reason.
"Do I though?" You murmur, tossing his belt to the ground and working on unzipping his jeans. "Way I see it, I convinced Glenn to take over for the next hour."
You watch as he considers the idea. He's seriously entertaining it now.
"Think you'll be satisfied with an hour?"
"I can work with it." You grin, "Come on, Grimes. It's still morning. Just an hour, then you can go back to doin' everything in the entire universe, yeah?"
It's a lie. You're dragging this out longer than an hour. You'd covered for Glenn more than enough times to warrant this. Besides, beyond just owing you many a night's worth of covering for him and Maggie, he was Rick's friend. And as his friend, Glenn had agreed Rick needed the day off.
And if you had to fuck Rick Grimes stupid enough to warrant him forgetting about his responsibilities and take a good sleep after? Well you weren't gonna complain.
Just like that, Rick's pawing at your hips for more. And you're grinning wider, sinking to your knees, taking his boxers to the ground with you.
"You don't-" Whatever your lover was going to say is cut off by your tongue flicking out to collect the already beading precum off his tip.
Rick has to remind himself that you genuinely enjoy giving him head, and that on your knees is exactly where you like to be. Of course, it's not that difficult to do because your mouth on his cock tends to make his mind go blank.
He's a bit of a greedy lover, he thinks, because it doesn't take much for his hands to fist in your hair and guide your mouth further onto his cock. You don't seem to mind, in fact, you relax your throat so easily that it's almost routine. It coaxes him deeper into the warm, wet, tightness of your throat.
The way it constricts around his cock has him seeing stars, and he can't stop himself from bucking his hips.
"Lord you feel too good." He rasps, pressing your face deeper into his crotch, till your nose is brushing against the coarse hairs at the base of his pelvis.
You let him fuck your throat, just like that, until you can feel his balls start to draw up and his thrusts start to get just a bit too frantic. It's impossible to say his name with his cock down your throat like this, but trying anyway is always what gets him. It's the vibrations that send him over the edge.
Rick Grimes doesn't exactly have the dirtiest mouth, but when he's cumming? He could put a sailor to shame, you think. It's as if every word escapes his mind, and with his very limited brain function, it's all he has in him to just say whatever does pop into that head of his.
And normally this is where you'd stop. He'd get you off with his own mouth- or hands, depending on the day.
But you need your lover stupid with it. You need him shaking and on the verge of tears and downright incoherent with it. Because after you're done, you're counting on him passing out, and catching up on some much needed rest.
So you pull off, and move your lips to his (now empty) balls.
"Mmmm, what are you-" He cuts himself off with a hiss, still sensitive from his very recent orgasm.
"Shush." You murmur before going back to your task, popping one of his balls into your mouth and suckling.
He writhes like he's been electrocuted. And yet he doesn't make any effort to pull you off of him.
Rick's head is tossed back, panting harshly and knuckles white as he grips at whatever he can to ground himself.
And finally, he thinks you're giving him mercy. You're not. You've just decided he's hard enough to get him inside you- even if it takes a little effort.
"I don't think-" He starts.
"Shush." You say again, pushing him back against the wall of the railing, starting to tug your own clothes off.
His eyes darken further, if possible. It's like all he can do is stare as more and more of your skin is revealed to him. Each inch of it has him practically salivating, eyes trailing from your collarbone to your happy trail. His pupils follow your hands as you trace them down your body.
"Please." The plea is breathless as it falls from his lips.
You don't think he's aware he even said it, but his cock is twitching again, trying to get itself ready for what he knows is coming next.
You're already past that hour you'd promised him this wouldn't exceed. He doesn't notice, eyes still locked on everything that had been freshly revealed to him. The plan is still working perfectly.
He's almost drooling as he watches you stretch yourself out for him, hands twitching with the need to be the one making you whine and groan. But he's patient. He swears he is. You have to make him sit on his hands.
Good things come to those who wait though. His personal hell is finally ending and you're finally crawling towards him, looking like something out of a wet dream.
He moans low as your hand makes it's way to his hair, tugging it back to force his eyes on you. His body is like a live wire at this point, just waiting for you to sink down onto him and make him forget his own name. Which is the bare minimum of what you intend to do this morning.
The sun beats down on the back of your neck as you lower yourself onto his cock. His hips jerk up before you can finish, causing you both to hiss. Him from sensitivity, you from the sudden fullness.
Rick can feel it all now. It's more intense than any encounter with you in recent memory, so overstimulated that he can feel every throb of his cock in your tight, hot hole. It's so much, too much even. And yet it's still not enough.
You tug at his hair again, the slight pain grounding him as if you'd seen him start to float away. It makes a proud grin spread across your face, sharp and pleased because he's unravelling so much quicker than you've ever seen him do before.
Each bounce on his lap has a whine tumbling from his chest, as if it'd been forced out of him. The grip on your hips tightens- he's close again, you can tell. So you take him there- and then further.
It's enough to make him delirious, he's cumming so hard he's seeing stars. But you don't stop.
If he'd felt like a live wire before, that was nothing compared to this. Because you just. kept. going.
And going, and going, and going until he's cumming again- a feat he didn't even know could occur so soon after his last one.
You watch the drool trickle from the corner of his lips, eyes glassy as you use him to get yourself off.
"One more, jus' one more, baby. Can you do that for me?" You pant into his ear, though you're pretty sure you can see your words immediately go out the other.
He whimpers. You cum.
It's practically second nature to you, to ride him through your orgasm until you're spent. And finally, you feel his balls draw up a final time.
You think Rick's shooting blanks by this point. Rick isn't thinking at all by this point.
You linger for a bit after that, not climbing off of him till he's completely soft inside you. He's still out of it, only the occasional hiss under his breath as you clean his hypersensitive cock with a rag.
He's still pliable, much to your relief. It'll make getting him to a bed much easier.
It's only once you get him into solitary that he seems vaguely aware of his surroundings. But his body practically sobs in relief as he lays on a mattress, the warmth of your body and the blankets surrounding his.
Your quiet giggle is what breaks the silence.
"Wha's so funny?" He rasps, voice barely audible.
"Haven't kissed you good morning yet."
"Should fix that." He murmurs, eyes barely open.
The gentle brush of your lips against his has his eyes shutting. And once you pull away, they don't open.
His breath evens out quicker than you've ever seen it happen and a grin spreads across your lips.
Mission was definitely accomplished.
