Rick’s hands tremble slightly as they thread through your hair, the warmth around his palm was effectively chasing away any amount of chill that was in your usually lonely room. Your mouth was so soft, and wet, and you didn’t hesitate to sink to your knees when given the hint of an opportunity.

You didn't care if this was all it was going to be.

It was Rick, and that was enough.

He was with you, using you, touching you. It was you that was making those choked groans push from his chest.

You could feel Rick getting nervous when you get him half way in your mouth, his hips tensing and his grip tightening in your hair to halt your movements. Your eyes blinked up at him, fingers curling into the belt loops of his jeans to tug him closer.

He'd skin himself alive if he accidentally hurt you, but then you whine. Your eyes are getting wet and now you have this pathetic, desperate expression. Rick feels his chest twisting, and another strangled, restrictive moan tumbles from his mouth as you suck down another inch, swallowing around him.

Your fingers curl into the meat of his thighs tightly, trying to pull him closer, deeper, like nothing else in the world could fill the void that arousal had burned into you.

You're empty, empty, empty, until you're not anymore.

Rick's cock bottoms out in your throat, your nose pressed tightly against the coarse hair of his abdomen.

Your airway is blocked, and your throat gags and flexes around him desperately, your body trying to force the intrusion out, but the ever tightening grip in your hair wont let you succumb to baser instincts like that.

You attempted to whine around him, but the silent attempt only resulted in your throat convulsing more. You can feel the blood rushing to your face just as much as you can feel Rick twitching, and throbbing. But despite the discomfort, your arms scramble to lock around his thighs, holding him there, chasing that ounce of relief with every aborted thrust into your mouth.

“Alright, alright…” Rick rasped, both hands coming to cradle the back of your head, torn between pulling out and holding you there until your throat goes slack. Your arms only tighten. "W-wait...you're...you're gonna..." Rick's voice was rising in pitch, and his panting only gets more ragged with every rough jerk of his hips. His entire body was shaking now, completely in the sensation of your hot throat trying to swallow him deeper. Your vision is getting spotty now, and just like him your arms are trembling. There's a violent instinct coursing through you to rip away from his grasp to breathe, but you don't want to.

All your brain can focus on is the need for oxygen, and how hard Rick is throbbing. Need consumes you, your body feels like it's on fire, desperate to finally taste him. You could die happy knowing he loved your mouth enough to cum in it, maybe even loved you. Hot tears flow down your cheeks as you hiccup and choke around him, and all it takes is a small glance down at you for that tension to finally snap. You feel it, his thighs tensing up, and his grip in your hair growing painful. Then you hear a low, stuttered moan echo against the walls of your room, and a wet warmth coating your tongue. You try to swallow it all, sucking even as he pulls your head back and slides out of your throat.

The last few ropes of cum land on your lips and cheek, and you would almost feel disappointed if it weren't for the rough coughing and gasping you were doing now. Rick is spent, and winded, but he doesn't hesitate to crouch to your level and cradle your cheeks.

You feel dizzy as words of praise pour from his mouth oh so sweetly into your ear, and you feel even more disoriented when he scoops you up and sets you on your bed, wiping the mess from your face. You could die happy if this was it.

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Rick grunted softly into the crook of your neck, he was breathing so hard he was making droplets along your collar bone. It made you whine out from overheating, it had you pushing him back slightly. Rick immediately pulled away sitting on the back of his knees. His hard on was slick covered, still so ready for you, but he thought something was wrong. Your vision that was going blurry cleared as you tried to look for him. Rick reached out carefully grabbing a trembling hand “it’s okay sweetheart…you are safe…stop…” he then kissed the knuckles on that hand, making it seem more intimate than the sex itself.

Quickly you started shaking your head “please…it was just a little hot…please come back” the vulnerable tone in your voice made the heat in his eyes turn soft. Rick sighed softly kissing your forehead “I just want you to know, it stops when you say so, no matter what I feel okay? Don’t feel pressured with me…”, all you did was nod as you were lost for words. You knew he was a kind hearted person, always there, helping out, but this? It was different because he was only this way for you, truly. Rick looked down adjusting his tip back to your entrance “so sweetheart… you can take some more now yeah?”

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always switching your hips when you walk in front of him, he’s unable to look away with the way your ass moves.

when he gets back from missions, working shirtless in his garage, he sees you peek through the crack in the door, clenching your pudgy thighs together.

he fucking hated you for it. always smiling to yourself after you successfully fluster him, in his house. he’s even noticed one of his shirts went missing while you were over, fucking whore.

even going so far as to conveniently stand in the room across the bathroom while he takes a shower, sneakily savoring the moment when he steps out, with wet long hair clinging to his chest, in only a towel. he knew you were there though, smug as he walked away.

you were much younger than him, 19, so he couldn’t have you, and god.. that made him so mad. he’d lay in bed at night, cock hot and twitching from the cruel relentless teasing you did to him that day, yet feeling too guilty to stroke himself to you. he fucking hated it.

he got back from the mysterious planet, dusting himself off as he got off his ship. he sat at his table, conjuring up a antidote. though he couldn’t ignore the way he felt anymore, dick straining against his pants, almost painfully. hot haze creeping into his mind.

then he heard the door open, you stood in the doorway.

of fucking course you stood there. what a great time to come tease him, he thought. he so badly wished he could just pin you down by your fragile wrists and grind his big dick all over your-

“um.. rick? i-i was just wondering if you had any acetone? me and summer were doing our nails but mine got kinda messy” you nervously chuckled. poking your pushed up tits out as you fiddled with your hands behind your back.

he turned and shot you a deadly disconcerting stare, almost a warning to not fuck with him, to not get any closer.

he stood up, adjusting to hide his erection as he walked over to a junk drawer and pulled out a bottle. “thi-think this is it” he said drunken, placing it on the shelf near you, making a awkward distance as he started walking away.

picking it up, you gave a confused thank you as you started walking away, but halted to ask another question, just trying to talk to him more. “summer told me you just got back from a mission? how’d it go- was it fun?” you asked innocently.

he stood still, rolling his eyes before turning back to you. “yeah i did, and honest’, it- burrrp was so shitty, got infected with some f-fuckin’ plant” he said admittedly

you gave a concerned look, stepping closer to him. “i-infected?! like your sick kinda thing?” you said worriedly, looking up at the tall man.

“i-i.. uhm” he said nonchalantly stepping back, turning his flushed face away. “not that kinda infected, m-more like just temporary” he said, his erection becoming noticeable as he shifted to hide it.

he hated you so bad, his blood boiled as it rushed to his dick. he wanted you to leave, to stop this torture. Rick was so fucking mad at you, yet wanted to give you such good deep dick it made you blissfully peaceful.

you nodded with relief, but noticed sweat staple his hair to his forehead, his hands balled up in fists and his jaw twitched. “a-are you o-okay? you seem a bit.. frantic?”

he tried to snap out of the angry lust, running his shaking hand through his hair. “y-yeah i’m fin-fine. don’t worry about me. g- urrp -go do nails or, w-whatever the fuck” he said, trying to brush you off. but you stepped closer.

he’s backed against the edge of his table, face getting redder. “n-not to be a bother but, are you sure rick? you look like your about to pass out” you said with genuine concern, he looked sweaty and dazed.

“f-fuck (y/n).. you really wanna know so bad hm?” he looked away embarrassed. “got hit with a aphrodisiac, like the s- *hiccup* space version of viagra, not sick just- well.. f-frustrated” he said with shame as he defiantly crossed his arms.

he turned to you with dark eyes before you could respond, “it’s best you fuck off.” he said harshly. but, in reality, he needed you so fucking bad. every sensor in his brain was outputting you. he could practically taste you from here, your perfume clouding up his head.

you nodded, but you didn’t agree, you didn’t wanna leave, you wanted to make rick manhandle you. wanted him so frustrated he’s doing anything for his release, you wanted to toy with him. “but rickkk, can’t you just make an antidote so we can hangout more?”

you say giggling, clearly a tease. he doesn’t take it well, narrowing his eyes. “and what makes you think i want to hang-out w-with you?” he said, noticing the sad look on your face, stupidly feeling bad.

“e-even if i do make one, affects wouldn’t wear off for a few hours, wouldn’t wanna make you weirded out o-or whatever.” he said, becoming exasperated with the amount of desire for you. it’s like his dick was controlling his mind, every word you spoke with that sweet voice granted a throb, a wet patch of pre dampened his boxers. keep teasing him, and he won’t be able to stop himself.

“mmm, saying you wouldn’t be able to control yourself around me, old man rick?” giggling and twirling your hair jokingly, scared for the response.

he snapped; he was so done with your torture. done with this stupid act. it was his turn to back you up, make you feel cornered against the wall. “it seems a lot like you wanna fucking find out.” he said sharp and growly, voice laced with need and equal amounts of anger.

you cowered under him like a puppy, the tall man had a seriously scary mad face. but the tough demeanor shattered when you noticed his bulge and heavy beating heart, realizing he wasn’t mad at you, he was mad at what you did to him.

“m-maybe i do?” so nervous but bold, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him in harshly, maybe you were the needy one. his hands didn’t move, scared still. but yours did, you ran your hand through his hair pulling him in, pushing his hot body against yours, feeling his straining cock.

your other hand fell on his chest, feeling the low groan as you deepened the kiss. suddenly, you lacked his lips. “s-stop” he pulled away, almost against his own will. “a-a-are you sure you want me? y-you sure your okay with this?” he asks, surprisingly sweetly.

“i’m sure, rick” you say, before giving him time to think you pull him back in harder, this time running your hands up his shirt, digging him in with your nails.

he moaned loudly, coming undone as he held your throat. his other big hand held your hip, pushing his cock deeper into your stomach, making your stomach twirl.

he felt so good, so fucking good. like the plant was pushing him in, like he needed to be one. he felt relief at the hot body pressed against him, yet it only made him more eager to have his way with you.

before realizing what was happening, he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pulled out his portal gun, shooting it and carrying you through it.

he threw you onto his bed, the smell of his musk filled your nose, rick was as intoxicating as he was intoxicated. he crawled over you, giving no time to speak or question him, you knew what you had gotten into by playing with the Rick Sanchez.

he kissed you roughly, almost violently. wrapping his hand around your throat, this time he gently squeezed it. smirking at your little whines.

he watched you squirm as he pushed his cock painfully hard against your pussy. “think y-you could fuck with me? hm? always knew i’d be making you scream my name someday.” Rick said egotistically as his other hand captured your wrists above your head.

he sat and toyed with you, his haziness making him vulgar. watching the way your breath would hitch when he dry humped you, taking his hand off your throat and gently pushing back the hair stuck to your face.

rick displayed sweetness you’d never seen in him before. rick felt a way about you he’d never felt before. and he knew he needed so much more.

he came to a realization that this wasn’t just the plant making you feel so addictive, it was well, just you. he wanted you every night, now that he can act on it. this sent a jolt of possessiveness through him, your wearing short shorts around him? best believe from now on he’s smacking your ass.

think you can give him sultry bedroom eyes while he’s talking? no, not anymore. because now you know there’s no wall, nothing protecting you from him.

he wanted to see you take his dick, wanted to make you his little bitch. rick sat up, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants, his thick dick sprung out, blue hair decorated his shaft. you completely underestimated his size, he was fucking huge.

with his free hand he guided his dick to slick your lips, glossing them with his pre. “l-look at you, helpless l-little slut” he said degradingly, as he wiped a bead of pre falling from your lips. he tangled his hand in your hair as he suddenly plunged into your throat, making you choke.

you whined, his girth stretching your lips. his veins were thick, feeling them on the walls of your mouth as he fucked it carelessly, his heavy balls slapping your chin.

saliva started coaxing his dick, running down into your hair. his head fell back, groaning a deep moan as he pulled your hair, rick was ruthless. his thrusts got sloppy as your eyes rolled back, mascara running black streaks down your cheeks as your wrists started to ache from the pressure of his body.

he started slowing down, before suddenly burying his cock down your throat, bottoming out. he smirked as you fought, gagging and trying to free your wrists. you started choking on his dick, body rejecting it, but he only pushed deeper, truly mean. “w-what’s that? can’t take it anymore? *hiccup* now you know how i felt” he said cruelly with a smug face.

he pulled out when you were on the verge of passing out. wiping off your spit with his shirt, then taking it off along with his pants. then he kissed you, contradictingly sweet. rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

he stroked his cock, breaking the kiss as he took your legs on his shoulders. rick was very big compared to you, so he tried to take it slower with your pussy.

he pushed your panties to the side as his head explored your folds, so wet you stained his bed. he rubbed his tip on your clit, in painfully slow circles. “r-rick.. please” was all you could mutter, jaw still sore. he groaned at your begging.

he pushed in, tip coaxing in your slick. your heads fell back, he was so fucking big. his dick got wider in the middle, so it resisted going deeper into your pussy, he had to slowly bottom out as to not tear you.

when his balls hit your ass, you felt the most full you’ve ever felt in your life, insides reshaping to his girth, his head pushed painfully against your cervix, he wanted to go deeper, you let out a embarrassingly loud moan as he held your head softly.

you saw your stomach bulge as he suddenly pulled out, and slammed back in. you screamed, nails instinctively digging into his back. he winced from the pain, but he loved it, you felt his dick throb in you.

your mind was just him, your brain was like ice cream in his hot car. you were positive you’d never ever feel this good again, rick had definitely ruined sex for you.

he basically owned you, each time he’d pull out your pussy would flutter around his tip, he’d never fucked such a needy pussy, he was so horny he couldn’t tell wither it was the plant or you.

you felt him get sloppy and fast, thrusts no longer in slow rhythm. his voice got louder, cursing under his breath as he groaned deeply. you could tell he was getting close, he leaned down, folding you like paper as your pussy gushed around him, “r-rick!” you cried out, the pain and pleasure unbearable. he kissed you passionately, even somewhat sympathetically, yet continued bullying your cunt.

you could see his muscles twitch, thick cock throbbed in you hard. loud sounds of skin and slick mixed filled the room. rick grabbed the pillow taut by your head, burying his head in your neck. he groaned a string of curses as he bottomed out in your pussy, pushing into you so hard it hurt.

hot ropes of his cum painted your walls, his groans turned into whiny moans as his hips spazzed. he kissed you deeply, he was genuine. cock still throbbing as the affects completely disappeared after he came, filling you up with his seed. your all his now.

when his dick started to get soft he broke the kiss, laying down to the side of you as he pulled you close, kissing your head.

he pulled the blankets up over you, whispering sweet praises.

“s’ my good girl, my good sweet girl. takin’ me so good” he said, playing with your hair.

he was so sweet, you hadn’t expected this at all, you expected a dirty towel to cleanup and a “see you later”

but he cared, he knew how to care for a woman like men should do, you’d never felt that before.

“we gotta do that again, o-okay?” he said, doubt subtly creeping in that this might be the only time.

you looked up, kissing him softly. “oh rick, i don’t think i could ever get enough of you” you said, and that was 100% the truth.

rick smiled, for the first time you saw him peaceful, usually tense brows were relaxed.

he fell asleep alarmingly quickly, and he was such a deep sleeper his heavy body caged you in, no chance were you getting out.