✧ 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐒: twd imagines

don't make me count; rick grimes*

(    DON'T MAKE ME COUNT.   )
rick x fem!reader.

summary:
being forced to sit through these boring
meetings made your eyes grow tired.
see how you were bored out of your
mind rick thinks up a surefire way to
wake you up.

story setting:
alexandra
— season 6

warnings:
smut, fingering,
overstimulation,
and in public

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you hated meetings, especially ones you couldn't weasel your way out of. the gatherings have started to become routine that takes place every saturday. they bored you to death as one person after another took the stand and expressed their concerns.

you were sick of it, the annoying blabbering of ungrateful citizens who wanted more food or more freedom made the meeting unbearable. more than once you've thought of just walking out, but then again the meeting was mandatory. and the last thing you wanted to do was get your group back up on dianna's radar.

so you sat through it, time and time again. listening to boring people talk about stuff that bored you. your head rested in your hand as the person at the stand complained about the food shortage. the same topic that has been brought up in every single meeting. you sat in the very back next to the person you've been secretly seeing for a while now, rick grimes.

he took a glance in your direction, seeing your half lidded eyes as your head rested in the palm of your hand. looking bored out of your mind he figured he should be able to fix that. while you were in your dazed, you almost jumped out of your chair at the feeling of his rough hands squeezing the outside of your thigh.

you yelped as the sudden touch made everyone's attention be drawn to where you sat. you were quick to place your hands in front of your mouth but that didn't advert anyone's gaze. "miss (y/n), is there something you would like to add?" dianna asked, seeing that everyone's curious eyes were all locked onto you, you shyly shook your head.

you shot a dirty glare in your boyfriend's direction as he continued to rub his hand against your thigh. the motion sent a small zap of electricity in between your legs. he looked at you with a small grin before turning his attention back to the speaker. he teased you as his rough hand trailed in between your legs, rubbing on the inside of your thighs.

the feeling drove you insane as you attempted to focus on what the speaker was saying. he ran his fingers one by one up your soft skin. he knew how much this was turning you on and that was enough to satisfy him. rick's hand ran up your shorts but you quickly stopped his motion. putting your hand on his he turned to face you.

you shook your head no, though you were craving his touch like a drug you weren't sure how much more you could take. your actions said one thing but your eyes said another. your orbs filled to the brim with longing and anticipation, a part of you wanted him to continue. and in the end that part won.

you took your hand off his and allowed him to continue without protest. he gripped the inside of your thigh making a small moan escape your lips. you put your hand to your mouth and were able to cover it up as a fake yawn. his fingers snaked inside your underwear making your need for him grow.

as his hand flicked over your clit you could feel a moan begging to be released from your throat. the electrifying sensation made you squirm as he toyed around with your sensitive spot. he lapped the spot making you grow needier by the second. just as you were about to shove his hand deeper into your pants he moved downward, pressing against your entrance.

you squirmed with anticipation as he lined his fingers up. without warning he thrusted one into you making you jump. slowly he pulled his finger out before slamming it back in. you placed your head down on the table, halfway embarrassed by the fact he was fingering you in front of a crowd of people. soon after he added another finger into the mix.

suddenly his fingers curled towards your belly button making a sudden wave of pleasure flow through your body. rick took note of your reaction, your teeth took hold of your lip, trying desperately to keep the moans and whimpers from interrupting. you hid your face in your arms as he continued to ruthlessly abuse your g-spot.

"(y/n) is there a problem?" your head shot up and turned in the direction of the stern dianna who stood with her arms crossed. "no ma'am nothing- nothing is wrong." you stammered, rick must have thought this was some type of joke since he continued hitting your sweet spot.

he wore this amused expression proudly as you sent a knock it off glare in his direction. "please do pay attention, or i'll be forced to take measures i would rather not take." she scolded you like a child as you shamefully nodded your head.

a sudden jolt of energy coursed through you like a bolt of lightning as his finger started their motion once again. you felt yourself edging closer and closer to the climax. he continued at just the right pace, hitting the same spot with every thrust. before you knew it you were staring over the edge.

you rested the top half of your body down on the long wooden table as his fingers slammed into you. you covered your mouth as the feeling of hot liquid squirted out of your womb. eyes rolling to the back of your head, you tightly closed your thighs around his hand and used his fingers to ride out your orgasm.

you let out a sigh as relief flooded throughout your body. mixed emotions over what just happened hit you all at once. you loosened your thighs and allowed rick to retrieve his hand from between your legs. the two fingers he used were soaked in your fluids.

you managed to gather yourself before the meeting ended. no one knew what happened beneath the table and you intended to keep it that way. you awkwardly stood along with everyone else in the room and left like nothing ever happened. though it was something you never thought of ever doing in public, in the end, it kept you from being bored.

word count
1,094