welcome to horny jail

you’d find yourself in a different kind of position- like pinned down to the bed with Rick’s weight straddling your chest, dangling his balls in your mouth while tugging on himself. he’d look down and watch your nose bob around his sack and groan, pumping his hand faster

“dirty fucking- what am i gonna do with you, huh? want me to treat you like the dirty slut you are? shit- do you?”

all you’d be able to is moan against the wrinkled skin and it would send him over the edge, gripping your hair tight in one hand as he shifted back to replace his balls with the head of his dick, pressing past your lips just a bit while he jerks himself off into your mouth. you’d feel the first few spurts hit the back of your throat before he’d shudder above you, voice low as he told you to show him.

you would, collecting all the salty spunk to proudly display it out for him on your tongue. he’d pull up on your chin with a long calloused finger to close your mouth, encouraging you to swallow and you would, opening your mouth again to prove it. he’d drag his softening cock along your lips as he groaned, “jesus christ- can’t fucking get enough of me, can you? you want more?”

you’d feel your stomach turn, the burning between your legs as you’d look up at him, big doe eyes beaming with submission. “please,”

his hand would snap around your jaw, fingers digging in your cheeks and you’d panic around puckered lips, realizing your mistake, “daddy- daddy, please, ‘m sorry,”

he’d crane himself forward, fingers still tight on your mouth until his lips are inches away from yours. “yeah, heh- bet you are.”

from then on it’s a dizzying cycle of praise and degradation, rough grabs to gentle touches as he uses you, and all you’re able to do is take it.

you’d find yourself underneath him, usually on your back with your knees tight to your chest, drooling as he forced your neck down to watch as he sunk into you, slow but so deep when he bottomed out, over and over and over. the wet squelch of his dick cruelly stretching you open filled the room, forcing you to hear how obedient you were for him. he’d lean down to your ear, hips snapping against the soft flesh of your ass and would watch as the tears streamed down your face, pooling in the folded skin of your neck as he fucked you open.

“you see that? taking me so fuckin’ well, aah- squeezing me so tight, are you close, huh?” the fingers that have been in your hair pull your head back, forcing you to look at him, “what do you say?”

you wouldn’t be able to look him in the eyes, his flushed cheeks and intense stare was enough to send you over. but you wanted to be good for him. “pleaaaaasee, dadd-“

“look at me.”

you’d force your eyes open, looking into his blown out pupils. his mouth would be hanging open, drool openly leaking down to his chin as he rocked into you, hitting you in the perfect spot that had you clutching his arms. “please daddy, let me cum, feelss too good-“

“go ahead, baby,” he’d move his hand down to run his thumb over your clit, the shock just enough to send you flying towards your peak, “cum for me- let daddy feel you.”

and that all happens, of course, when you’re good for him. on the rare days you match Rick’s energy, he takes it upon himself to force the obedience out of you- whatever it took. and that may include getting you on your knees with a cold metal device locking your wrists behind your back.

he’d fuck your mouth with a wildness to his thrusts, painfully pulling at the clump of hair in his fingers as he gagged you on his length. you’d be crying, whimpering over his shaft, desperate for air and also relief. you tried your best to stimulate your aching core in some way, wiggling your thighs together and shifting your weight. when he noticed, he’d pull himself out of your mouth to deliver a hard slap to your face.

“don’t- i know what you’re doing. did i give you permission to pleasure yourself?”

“no,” you’d choke out, looking up with eyes filled with tears. his arm lifted again and you were a little more prepared for the second one, but it stung more than the first.

“hah- are you fucking stupid? can’t even address me fucking correctly. little fucking brain can’t- you want me to fuck you, right?”

“yes daddy,” you’d practically moan, forcing yourself to sit still, “please fuck me, i need it,”

“no, you don’t.” he voice is flat and cold as he watches your expression drop. “you need to be taught a fucking lesson.”

and you would learn that lesson, getting aggressively thrown over his lap to receive slap after slap to your quickly reddening ass. with your wrists still locked together, all you were left to do was writhe on his legs, yelping and whining at the sting.

spanking were normal for him, but there was always a routine, which included counting your spanks or even having you count them. but he wasn't bothering with that now and you're frantic, trying to catch your breath as the pain starts to get intense- it almost hurts too much to feel good, and he knows when your voice starts to crack and hitch that you're reaching a limit. "da-ddy, fuck, it hurts,"

he delivers one last smack that knocks the wind out of you, making you go limp and your eyes to roll back. he makes a tsk before responding, showing you mercy by rubbing soft circles over the welts forming on your skin. "that's the point, darling. spread 'em," he tugs on one of your legs and you obey, splitting your thighs to allow his fingers to slide down the curve of your ass, ghosting over your puckered hole before finally sliding through your wet lips.

you can't hold back the moan that rumbles through your body. he hits your throbbing clit and that small act of kindness sends you arching your back, wrists painfully straining against the hard restraints.

"poor thing, just needs daddy to take care of her. you think you deserve it? you think you deserve to cum?"

"no," your response is quiet and weak. he hums lowly, showing his approval by moving his finger up towards your core, rubbing circles around the leaking hole.

"no, tha-at's right. what do sluts like you deserve?"

"punishment?" your voice goes up a pitch and if Rick wasn't so mad, he'd fucking melt.

"smart girl." he pushes a finger inside you, and then two, slowly moving in and out of you, curling up to hit your g spot. the stretch and burn had you hissing through your teeth- you were still sore from the previous nights before- but he didn't care much as he picked up his rhythm, the other arm resting on your back holding you in place when you try to twitch and jump away from him.

you can feel his hard cock twitch under your stomach as he fucks you with his long fingers, listening to your high pitched moans as he hits your spongey center with vigor. his other hand moves to massage your ass, pulling and squeezing the sensitive skin, before pulling back to spank you. not too hard, but you cry out anyway.

"making you cry but you're still fucking soaked, aren't you? fuck, baby- you like daddy's fingers in that tight little pussy, huh? you gonna be polite?"

you feel your face flush as the request, closing your eyes as you whimper to him. "yes, thank you," he adds a third finger and your vision blurs, "thank you, ffuck yess, thankyouthankyou daddy,"

the stretch was so intense, aiding the heat quickly growing low in your stomach. the pleasure was familiar but it also felt a little different- you gasp as you realize what's coming, digging your nails into his calf.

"wait, wait wait, i feel like- shit, uuh- feel like i'm gonna-"

"do it," he's panting, brow pinched together as he held your waist tight, "be a good girl for me."

you feel a wave of heat over your body as you push out with your release, coating Rick's fingers and also a part of his leg. he groaned out a fuck, sweetie, shit but you didn't hear- your ears rung and your legs shook with the most intense orgasm you've had in your life. you weren't shy about letting him know how good he made you felt, crying out as the waves washed over you.

you feel his hands wrap around your wrists, gentle with his grasp as he unlocks the cuffs, helping your arms as gravity brings them down. you groan at the ache of your muscles adjusting and he hums above you, holding you firm as he brings you up and flips you, pulling you back down to sit on his lap. you wince from the material of his pants rubbing against your puffed up skin and he shushes you.

"breathe baby, fuck, that felt good, didn't it? you okay?"

you nod, not quite sure what question you're answering as he brings a hand up to wipe away a stray tear. the touch is welcoming, you find yourself falling into it before he's pulling away. "good," he sighs.

when you finally get into the club after waiting for what felt like hours, you feel the damp warm air hit your bare legs and the smells of cigarettes and booze fill your nose. your date leans down close to you, having to shout over all the noise, “go find us a spot by the stage, okay? i’ll go get us drinks,” before you could respond he walks off, leaving you alone in the crowd.

you’ve been to this club before, but it’s never been this crowded. swarms of red, black, and silver gather around the stage, cheering at the backstage crew setting up the set. you look around nervously, suddenly feeling a little exposed in your black mini skirt. you specifically picked this one for the slit in the side, riding up perfectly to show off your thigh. 

your heels click against the sticky floor as you weave your way through the crowd down to the floor, getting poked by random spikes or studs along the way, until you finally find a little opening. not too close to the stage, but you knew you were standing next to the real fans, all decked out in merch shredded with scissors to reveal their best features. the real groupies, you thought to yourself before spotting your date, trying his best not to spill the cups of beer over someone’s head. 

when you see him you realize he fits right in- combat boots with ripped up jeans, black to match, along with the leather jacket around your shoulders that he gave you outside when he noticed you were cold. everything there to accent, of course, his Flesh Curtains t-shirt, clearly worn out and littered with stains from previous gigs. it wasn’t until the drive here that you realized how much of a fan he truly was, going on and on about all the times he’s seen them. you had to sheepishly admit you only heard about two songs when he started asking you about your favorite album, and you could feel the disappointment coming off of him. “i love those two songs, though!” you’d said, worried that you’ve ruined the mood, “i’m still really excited!”

when he gets to you he hands you your drink and you smile at him, “thanks,”

his gaze lingers on you, checking you out for the hundredth time, and you suddenly feel a little squirmy. “did you want your jacket back?” you ask sweetly, moving to clutch at the collar.

“oh, no, it looks good on you.” you blush when he reaches out to run his hand over it, fingers drifting past your shoulder, “you look beautiful tonight, by the way.”

“thank you,” you move your hand over his, intertwining your fingers, “you look very nice yourself.”

he did look nice. you’ve always noticed him and how handsome he was, but he'd just been the friendly guy in english until he approached you after class to ask you out. you never saw him in that way before, but the way he carried himself, flirty but polite as he asked you to be his date for this concert, you thought why not? if anything, you’ll get some free drinks, find a ride home and cuddle up in your warm blankets all by yourself.

the lights dim and the crowd bubbles with excitement. you take a quick couple swigs from your drink, realizing you might be a little too sober for this. the blunt you two had shared on the way here might not have been enough.

the members of the band come trickling in one by one- the drummer, a strange alien cat that didn’t surprise you rather than intrigue you, the bassist,-

the bassist.

he gets the most screams from the audience when he strides across the stage, moving to pick up his instrument. the neck of the bass fit small in his long fingers, and you watched memorized as he pulled the strap over his shoulder. he balanced the body of it on his thigh as he rested his foot up on a speaker, tweaking the strings. he winked at a group who instantly squealed at the attention, and you lean towards your date. “who’s that?” you ask, pointing over to the literally glowing man, the harsh stage light reflecting off his pale chest.

the frontman comes on and the crowd goes crazy, so he has to pull you close to answer. “that’s 

Rick Sanchez. he’s the bassist. total lady killer though, it’s annoying.” you smirk, looking up at him with raised brows. “i’m serious! he’s only in this for the pussy, i bet.”

you chuckle as you turn away from him, looking back to the stage. you watch over the brim of your cup as the band takes their places, the large feathered man nodding towards his bassist before grabbing the microphone. “We Are The Flesh Curtains.”

cheers and screams nearly drown out the beginning chords of the first song. it wasn’t one of the songs you recognized, but you swing your hips to the beat anyway, letting your date wrap an arm around your waist. he shouts along the lyrics with the crowd and you drink in the energy, along with the alcohol now buzzing in your veins.

the second song was about over when Rick first noticed you. he loved keeping his attention on the fans that crowd by the front, thrusting his hips and sticking out his tongue for the prettiest ones. his analytical brain quiets when he plays but another organ always seems to work just fine. it gets him off to see people lusting after him, desperately throwing their hands out to feel him. he usually waits about halfway through the show before picking who gets to be his encore, but why keep looking when you were right there?

he felt you eye fucking him when the show had started, something he’s definitely not a stranger to, but if his eyes confronted yours you’d snap away, looking back at that loser. you’ve never been to a show before, he knew that for sure, he would of remembered you- that face, that body, those tits were unforgettable. and there’s no doubt you’re not permanently in his mind now, with that cherry red top, strings tying your chest together, only forcing him to picture ripping it off. he wasn’t that worried about the guy next to you; he knew your date was far more interested in all this than he was in you. he remembers seeing him before, always bringing some cute girl and leaving alone. and this is why, he thinks to himself, as he watches him slink his arm off you and move up, the beginning of ignoring you completely.

but to Rick, this was a good thing. finally, he thought, now you can give him all your attention. stop trying to get laid with some douche and look at him, the god before you, offering you the time of your life. if you looked up now you’d see that Rick’s made his way to your side of the stage, standing by the edge and leaning back, fingers plucking the strings as his tongue slid from corner to corner of his mouth. everytime he looked up from his hands it would be at you, but you hide yourself in your cup, too focused on getting drunk quickly.

speaking of which, your cup was getting empty fast, and you knew you’d have to find a way through this crowd back up to the bar. it’s not like you weren’t having fun, you thought you were, at least. just needed to relax, you think, but the way the gorgeous man on stage is making eye contact with you every two minutes doesn’t exactly help, either. you felt hot, not knowing if it was from his gaze or the heat of all the bodies around you, and you looked around for an opening to find your way out.

seeing one, you make your move, grabbing onto your unaware date who’s completely lost in the performance. “gonna go get another drink, be right back.” he doesn’t bother to acknowledge you, clapping and wooing as the current song comes to an end. you roll your eyes and make your way to the bar.

as the rest of the band set up for the next song, Rick watched your ass swing as you moved away from the stage. when you finally get to the bar, you wait your turn patiently before leaning your tits over the counter, getting close to tell the bartender your order and smiling at him sweetly when he says it back to you. you feel eyes on you and you look toward the stage, locking on to Rick’s immediately. you freeze, knowing it can’t be a coincidence now when he smirks at you, giving you a wink as he grabs at his crotch. your cheeks flush and you jump when the bartender is right there, pushing the plastic cup of beer towards you.

“I think i’ve seen you in here before. you a fan?” he asks you, motioning towards the show that's carrying on without you. you shrug your shoulders with a polite smile, leaning in so he could hear you. “not really, just here on a date.”

“a date, huh?” he questions, leaning his arm on the bar . his coworker barks something about needing help with orders but he just waves him off. “where’s he at now? over there?” 

“yeah,” you admit, picking up your drink to bring it to your lips, “he’s…” your voice trails off as you look over and see him, his tall figure being easy to spot. it’s also easy to spot the woman next to him, grabbing his arms to put them around her waist. you feel the rhythmic plucks of the heavy bass line deep in your chest as you watch her dance against him, bringing her arms up to pull his face down to hers. you don’t see the rest, turning back to the man in front of you. he has a knowing smirk as he repeats you, “heeee’s what?”

“he’s having fun.” you sigh into your cup, taking a longer drink than you intended to. the bartender looks back and forth between you and his struggling partner before leaning in close again, a little too close. “are you having fun?” 

when you don’t answer quick enough, he continues. “you stay here and hang out for as long as you want, babe. i’ll even slip you a free shot when no one is looking, okay?” you smile shyly in response before he leans back, dark hazelnut eyes locked on yours as he gets back to work.

you didn’t know it now, but Rick was watching as your night fell apart. when your lame ass date started getting handsy with the girl in the Squanchy shirt, he watched you, squinting his eyes to try to get a clear view of your face. he expected you to get upset but he didn’t want you to leave- he didn’t know when he’d have a chance with you again. 

once you finally looked over and caught your date in the act, Rick held his breath as he waited for you to react. instead of what he expected- you getting up, storming over to confront him or even just leaving- you’re turning back, giving puppy dog eyes to the fucking bartender. 

the show itself was going great, going amazing actually. the crowd was electric, knew all the words and sang them loud, and everyone could tell it reflected back on the band. every song was this huge exchange of energy and it seemed like everyone was all smiles, basking in the epic moment. everyone except Rick, of course.

for the rest of the show, Rick’s eyes were on you, glaring as you take shots and laugh with the guy giving them to you, not holding back on refilling your cup, either. he could tell you were starting to feel it, absentmindedly running your hands up and down your legs. your fingers would trace your numbing lips as you spoke and you’d feel his gaze- you’d turn to look but it was Rick’s turn to look away, going back to watch his hands or look at his frontman, never giving you the satisfaction of knowing he’s basically stalking you, aware of your every move.

including the ones where you’d reach out to grab his arm, laughing at some joke and leaning in close to respond. shit like that enraged Rick, but he’d try his best to focus on the set, dropping to his knees and letting everyone touch him, countless hands running along his legs and grabbing at the ripped fabric. he thought it would make him feel better, seeing his fans foam at the mouth being this close- it usually does. but he could only think about you, and how you should be down there fucking worshipping him with everyone else.

-

you hardly noticed the show was ending until everyone was moving, splitting up into groups that were either leaving or staying behind for another drink. you tip yours back, downing the last of it for the night. you knew you were close to hitting your limit and you didn’t want to get that drunk; you guessed you were on your own with finding a ride. 

you get some slurred compliment along the lines of like your jacket from a group of guys walking past, and you look down at yourself to realize you’re still wearing the damn thing. you go to rip it off and while you're shifting your body you happen to see the man himself, leaning his arm on a speaker as he talks to the woman he was dancing with earlier. your buzz must of been just  strong enough, because you awkwardly slide off the bar stool, mumbling a fuck it before you’re making a beeline towards him.

he sees you when you’re already too close, and he starts fumbling on his words immediately as his eyes shift from you to her. “oh, there you are!” he chuckles awkwardly, running his hands through his hair, feeling danger in your gaze. “i was wondering where you went, i lost you after the-”

“here’s your jacket,” you say sweetly, shoving the jacket into his unprepared hands. he moves back from the force, but you step forward. “so sorry to hear about those crabs, by the way. hope you get that cleared up soon.”

you spin on your heels and you’re off, his frantic denial fading out as you get farther away. a big shit-eating grin spreads out across your face and you can’t wait to call your friends and tell them everything but a gentle hand lands on your shoulder and it stops you in your tracks. “hey, wanna come have a smoke with me?”

it’s the bartender- Daniel, you’re clearly able to see his name tag now that he’s right in front of you. he’s way more attractive up close, and his smile feels so warm, so inviting, that you nod and follow him through the club, down a hallway and out the back door.

the bitter autumn air is no match to your warmed body. you knew it was cold but you felt giddy in the fresh air, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. Daniel pulls out a red box and offers you a cigarette, which you take. 

“was that your boyfriend back there?” he asks with a cig between his teeth as he digs in his pockets for a lighter.

“no, not my boyfriend. jus’ some loser who brought me here.” he cups a hand by your mouth to block out the breeze as he lights yours, then takes a step back to light his. he smells like tequila and your head swarms.

“oh wow, it’s like that? i was starting to think i had someone to worry about,” he says through his exhale, brazenly checking you out as he looks you up and down. you blush and shift your weight, crossing your legs. “no,” you chuckle sweetly, “no one to worry about.” he steps towards you and you wait, chest frozen as he gets close. 

you start thinking he might actually kiss you before the back door bursts open, nearly hitting the wall as Rick steps out.

he pulls what looks like a joint out from behind his ear and he’s already putting it in his mouth and starting to light it before he sees you. you both are staring, eyes wide and jaws slack. 

Rick’s eyes are immediately on you. he knew you’d be out here; he had seen your little confrontation with your date from backstage, and he was about to move in for the kill when you were whisked away by your little prince. he waited for a bit before following you, and as according to plan, he just happened to interrupt something. 

you swear you could see the corner of his mouth twitch before he speaks, voice low and irritated. “sorry, thought i’d be- wanted to be alone.” he leans back against the wall, settling underneath the white lamp.

“of course!” Daniel chirps, sarcasm far from being a hint as he flicks his full cigarette, “need to get back to work, right?” he takes one of your hands before turning to go, “i get off at three, wait for me? i wanna finish this.” you force your eyes away from Rick’s and nod, a reassuring smile on your lips. when he goes back for the door, you nervously start to go with him, expecting to maybe hide in the bathroom for an hour. he gets through before you do, and you reach out to grab the door before it shuts.

“Wait.”

you freeze. the heavy door slams shut and then there's silence as you turn to look at him. his eyes are ahead and he takes a long drag before continuing with his exhale, “not you, obviously.”

you blink, not sure if you’re able to move. “why?” 

“why? ha- we’re still playing this game, huh?”

butterflies swarm deep in your tummy when he turns to you, glazed eyes shining as they look into yours. your breath catches when he holds his hand out to you, fingers beckoning you over.

you’re close to tripping on yourself as your buzz quickly catches up to you. he grins as you get closer, shifting himself to fully face you. “pretty thing, aren’t you?”

you’re at a loss for words at his praises, completely mesmerized by the man before you. he looked amazing on stage but it felt like looking at a dream, but now you’re awake and he’s right here, close enough to touch.

he was thin but toned, the ripples in his chest tightening when he laughs at you. his stretched tank top barely covered him and his jeans sat low on his hips, showing off the ‘v’ at his waistline. the jewelry was the icing on top- you look up at his choker, the ring hanging off of it begging to be pulled, to bring him right where you need him, and you feel heat growing between your legs.

he’s just as speechless for a moment, finally being able to see you up close. he takes another hit as he drinks you in- you were fucking stunning, with clothes fitting tight to accent your curves and tits. he wondered if you somehow wore that skirt for him as he pictures sliding his hand through the slit to grab your ass.

your face is red hot and you blink away, not being able to keep eye contact when he’s looking at you like that. “i, uhh- i actually have to go, i.. um, i have plans.”

“with him?” he chuckles and smoke seeps through his teeth, “n-not anymore.”

his long steps close the distance between you quickly and you move to step back but there’s a hand on you, holding you still. “wait, no i really have to go,” you plead unconvincingly, still not able to fully look at him as you struggle to get out the rest, “he’ll come looking f’r me, and-”

“you think i’m scared of that little shit?” his voice gets even deeper when he’s in your ear and it’s like the vibrations went straight to your core. “a little fucking boy just looking to get his dick wet? hah- that’s what you want though, isn’t it? fuckin- little slut just needs attention, doesn’t she?”

the hands you moved to his chest ball up to fists at his words and your neck snaps back to face him, and he looks so smug waiting for you to defend yourself. 

“ssounds like you’re jealous to me,” you slur, mimicking his grin, “poor you, can’t get a girl to look at you, so sad she’d rather flirt with the bartender than watch your shitty fucking band-”

his smirk drops and a hand is around your neck, spinning you around and thrusting you up against the hard brick wall. the force knocks the wind out of you and the world spins for a moment before you come to your senses, reaching up to grab at his arm. he’s not cutting off air but he won’t hesitate, he doesn’t need to tell you for you to know that.

you’re quickly becoming aware of how alone you are in this back alley- you haven’t seen anyone since you’ve been out here and you’re not sure if you would anytime soon. you wiggle under him as he gets close, breath hot on your face.

“watch your tongue, or i’m gonna fucking cut it off.” 

“fuck you.” you seethe, eyes not leaving his. you’d probably get away with looking mean if you weren’t so horny, squeezing your thighs together as your breath gets heavy.

he’s unphased when he feels you squirming. “such a smart mouth. i wonder what you’ll say when my dick’s in your throat,” his free hand slid up your body, over your stomach and to your breasts, groping them lewdly as he tightens the grip on your throat. you whine against his touch as your stomach flips and he mimics your whines, leaning down to bite at your collarbone. you yip at the sharp pain and he laughs, running his tongue along the bruised skin as he runs his fingers up your leg, going up your skirt and he could feel the heat coming off of you. 

“you ready to be a good girl for me, baby?” the pet name takes you over the edge and you feel your pussy clench down on nothing as you jerk your hips slightly, barely able to contain your arousal. thank god you decided to wear panties, you thought, there’d be a puddle underneath you.

“you like that? i fucking knew it- haha, little sluts like you lo-ove that sweet shit, don’t they?” your face burns up and you squeeze your eyes shut, thinking about how easily you could get caught, being out in the open like this. but your mind goes blank as his hand moves higher and he’s at your painties, skipping the pleasantries and sliding two fingers under the elastic. you gasp when he’s already sliding a digit through your folds, taking his time to skip across your swollen button, pulling little uuhs from you everytime.

“ssooo wet, making a fuckin’ mess on my hand. this for me?” he retrieves his hand for only a second to lick your slick off his fingers, low lidded eyes glued to yours. the sight is too much and you audibly moan, tilting your head back until it hits the brick. 

“so sweet, baby. wanna taste?” he offers his middle finger to you and you don’t hesitate to take it in your mouth, swirling your tongue over his knuckle and you can taste yourself mixed with the metallic flavor of the bass strings. he groans and removes it from your mouth, replacing it with his.

you weren’t expecting him to kiss you but you were so glad he did- you moan against his tongue as it pushes past your lips, swirling against yours and pushing further, thoroughly exploring your mouth. he’s biting hard at your bottom lip and everything feels so hot and dirty you close your eyes to keep the world from spinning. he finally breaks away and there’s a trail of spit hanging between you.

“on your knees, for me,” he’s breathing heavy too, holding your arms for balance as you drop down, eyes staying on his. “good girl, hah-” he pulls his zipper down and soon he’s gripping himself, pushing his leaking cock up against your pursed lips, “eyes on me, yeah?”

you want to nod but he snaps forward, wrapping your hair in his fingers as he starts to fuck your mouth. he gave you some time to adjust to him before picking up the pace but it wasn’t enough, you tried your best to keep from gagging but it was a struggle- with every snap of his hips he was at the back of your throat, showing no mercy when you bring your hands up to push against his thighs. 

“fucking brat, can’t talk back with a cock in your mouth, can you? ffuck, feels good baby,” you flatten your tongue as you get used to his rhythm and relax. you start to bob your head to meet his hips and it drives him crazy; he grips your hair tighter and fucks your mouth with abandon.

“take my cock, mmmmf- eyes on me-” 

you quickly obey, blinking away tears as they gather at your eyes. he watches them fall and he groans, barely holding himself together.

“crying for me, jesus christ- ‘s too good, gonna- fuck,” his hips stall before he gets too close, pulling his throbbing cock from your mouth with a wet ‘pop’. you take big breaths as you lean your weight against his thighs. 

“shit- okay, have to tell me now- am i cumming down your throat?” he asks, leaning down to take your chin in his fingers and he lazily strokes himself, “or are you- do i get a go at that pretty pussy, hmm?” 

your eyelids flutter at his words, so naughty but they work, so fucking well you’re drooling, nodding pathetically and babbling to him, “please fuck me, i need it, pleeeasee,”

laughter bubbles up his chest and he grins, “so needy. get up,”

you struggle to balance in your heels as you straighten up, but it’s not much of a problem anymore when he’s picking you up, forcing your legs to straddle his waist. he backs up a bit until you’re resting on the wall and then he’s grabbing at your hips and your thighs as he moves himself to the perfect place.

he pushes your skirt above your waist to get a good look at you, eyes landing on your pretty pussy, all covered by your bright red panites- you’d pick these for your date, as hilarious as that seems now. “so cute, hate to see them go,” his fingers dip under the fabric and he pulls tight, the thin fabric ripping easily under the force. you feel the cold air hit your exposed cunt and you look down at him, admiring your pink folds lazily with his thumb. your tongue threatens to drip out of your mouth when he looks back to you, an evil smile on his lips. “ready?”

you feel his wet cock slide between your lips and you come apart in his arms, forcing him to have to cover your mouth, as much as he’d love to hear you. “quiet, princess,” he groans, leaving your mouth to keep both hands around your thighs, rocking you against him. the slippery feeling against your clit feels so good and you need more; your arms reach behind his head and your fingers twist in his hair. “please,” you whisper, big doe eyes welling with tears as you plead with him.

something about you had him feeling particularly nice tonight, so he decides to give you what you want- he lines himself up with your throbbing cunt before he starts to lower you, sinking you down inch by inch on his cock. 

your mouth is stuck in a loose ‘o’ as you take him, feeling the fullest you’ve ever been, and your legs start to shake as he lifts you back up, leaving just the head in when he pulls out only to slam you back down again. you felt like animals as he used you to fuck himself, bouncing you like a toy as he stretched you out. 

your head falls forward into the crook of his neck and he chuckles, breath heavy and uneven with his thrusts, “hh- so fucking tight- shit-” he can feel how you squeeze him and he goes faster, “knew it would be, lookin’ so sweet, shit- you wanted this too, been wanting this cock all night haven’t you?””

you cry out as he tilts his hips to hit you right there, bumping at your spongey center over and over again until you’re clutching at the thin straps of his shirt.

 “holy sshit,” you sigh between bounces, “fuck, so ffucking good,”

“yeah? this is- shit,- this is what you wanted, right? jus’ needed a big cock to sit on- hah, you’re so fucking lucky it’s mine,” he’s growling at his point as he has his way with you, holding you still on the wall as his hips take over, snapping into yours in a fast rhythm. you whined at the change, feeling the skull emblem on his belt scratch against the soft skin of your ass with each thrust. 

“oh shit, ahh-”  the pressure in your tummy builds faster as he fucked you this way, bending down to attack your neck, sucking and biting the skin along your throat, pulling absolutely feral moans from you. Rick knew he should move to quiet you but chose not to, encouraging you further when he’s licking up your ear. “tell me how lucky you are, babygirl- ffuck, getting to cum on Rick Sanchez’s dick, fucking tell me baby,”

“lucky,” your mind is blank and you’re just babbling to him now, giving him what he wants. “so ffuck-ing lucky,” 

he can’t help but laugh at you, so pathetic, so cute. you have his cock in a vice grip, clenching down whenever he talks dirty in your ear, and it took everything he had not to hold you still and pump you full.

your legs shake after a few more bumps to your core has you seeing stars. to be honest, you’d forgotten Rick’s name after the drinks- but it was the only thing you can say now, along with a few thank yous as you hold your breath, eyes rolling back. you weakly slump in his arms and you finally exhale, crying out as he continues to fuck you open. 

“breeaathee, good girl, squeezing my cock so tight- shit, fucking perfect,” he picks up his faster rhythm as you come down, leaving you desperately grabbing at his back, nails leaving marks as they go. 

“w-wait, ffuck-” you’re fighting to hold on as he ruts into you, “too much, too mmuch-”

he chuckles again but it’s dark, threatening. “complaining, hah- when i’m fucking you this good?” he emphasizes his words by slowing down, every plunge of his dick hitting deep, and you dig your face into the nape of his neck. he could feel your drool on his skin and he sighs, quickly running a hand up through your hair and pulling you back, eyes forced to his. “you sho-ould be thanking me, little slut- mm, gonna have to be grateful if you want my cum,” his thumb is brushing at your lips and you open up, lavishing his digit with your tongue. “you’re gonna give me one more- so fucking hot, baby- and you’re gonna squeeze me like that again, yes?”

tears fall as you whimper around his thumb, nodding helplessly as your eyes plead into his. you didn’t think you had another in you until he was forcing your jaw wider, diving his tongue into your warm mouth. your veins are buzzing from all the endorphins and you’re forced to give into him, hungrily kissing him as you arch your back. you let him slide the arm that's not holding you across your skin, tracing your spine and leaving you panting and moaning into his mouth. 

he leans back to admire the mess he’s made and he moans at the sight. your chin and chest were soaked with spit, mostly from the blowjob before but mixed with Rick’s now, and your mouth hung open to show the extra. he shifts to use both hands to grab your ass, pulling you flush, smearing your slick over his exposed waist. he picks up the pace and watches as he disappears into your hot cunt. 

your coil retightens quicker than you expect, but his rough slams into your hips are unforgiving as you squirm around him, feeling the pressure but not the right pleasure. you try to angle your hips to give yourself the advantage to no avail- he has you pinned, completely under his control. 

he knows what you want, watching you intently as he drips a line of spit from his tongue. you watch it fall and land above your clit and it’s so lewd but you can’t help but look; he drags his thumb over the drool and smears it over the sensitive little bean, and if feels like an electric shock to your system. you jerk and whine against his hand and he just coos at you, coaxing you to your second orgasm. 

“you gonna cum for me again? so fucking sweet, babygirl, sshit- want you to make a fucking mess, you hear me?”

you can do nothing but obey as your body goes warm, eyes rolling back as you lose track of your words, “gonnacum, Rick, fuuuuuck- sso big-” 

his eyes light up at the compliment but you didn’t notice, unable to think of anything else other than your warm heat, throbbing and squeezing around him when he doesn’t let up. you look at him through low lidded eyes, weak and fucked out when your heartrace slows. 

you see his eyes knit together as he nears his own peak, tongue darting out like it would on stage, focused on a different performance now. his eyes dart from yours to your pussy, the wet sounds of his balls slapping your ass getting loud in the quiet alley. 

“takin me so well, huuh- so fucking tight, doing so good,” 

“Riiiiick, please,” you sob, voice feeling scratchy in your throat. he comes close to nuzzle your neck with his nose, peeking up to lick a fresh tear. his breath is ragged and loud in your ear as he snaps his hips with fever.

“po-or little princess, you want your reward? want me to fuckin’ fill you up, pretty girl?”

“yes, please- please cum f’r me Rick, i wan’ it-” 

“dirty mouth, fuck-” 

his hips stutter and then he’s pulling you close, nails digging in your ass as he bottoms out. there’s a second before you feel a twitch and then he’s filling you, groaning into the side of your neck.

you hum in his arms, feeling warm and safe for a moment while he comes down. he shifts his feet slightly before pulling out, lowering you down gently and helping you straighten out. you’re still trying to catch your breath and it suddenly feels awkward as you pull your skirt down. he stumbles back a step when he tucks himself back in his pants, giggling quietly as the aftershocks go through him. “shit, baby. hah- best fuckin’ encore ever.”

you’re leaning against the wall, bending over to adjust your heel straps when you register what he says, and you crane your neck to look up at him. you’re about to give some smart response when the loud swing of the door breaks the silence.

Rick springs into action, spinning around to cover you from any unwelcome eyes. at first you thought it was unnecessary; you’re fully clothed, standing up straight, but the cum leaking down your legs says otherwise. you cross your ankles and duck down behind him, hearing a deep voice calling out from inside, “Rick Sanchez?”

he swivels back to look at you with a reassuring smirk. “yeah BP, i’ll be in in a second.”

“we must leave, the Closing Time is playing.”

“i hear ya, i’ll be there in a second,” he shouts back, irritation leaking through his voice. the door slams shut and he turns back to face you, running a finger and thumb over his brow.

“sorry babe, time to go.” he smirks as your face drops, turning back to head towards the door. he loved teasing you, he couldn’t help it. he gets a few steps away from the door before he’s turning back to look at you, eyebrow raised. “hello? you comin’?”

“i’m..” you blink, not sure how to react as the fuzz in your mind clears. “i’m going with you?”

“oh, you wanted to walk home?” he snorts, tilting his head back as he ruffles the sweat out of his hair, “maybe have your friend give you a ride?”

your face goes red. “no,”