Rick Sanchez X Reader (Oneshots)

Rick X Tutor!Reader

NSFW
By: rick-frickers
Recommended by: SlyHarley21 💜

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Tutoring Morty was always so boring. It used to be frustrating because you used to actually care on whether he did a good job or not. It only took two sessions to realize that there wasn't any hope for this kid. The only reason you even bothered to come anymore was to get the extra credit in the class you badly needed.

"Y-y-you're in college right?"
You let out a sigh, you knew where this was going. It was endearing at first but now it was irritating.

"Yes Morty I've told you that like a million times."

"Oh w-well do you think that um m-maybe a college girl would be like interested in like um a high school guy."

Okay you needed to be blunt with this kid because subtly wasn't working anymore.

"Listen Morty, you're sweet but I'm interested in people my age. You'll find a girl your age who likes you okay?"
You could see him become visibly upset. You put your hand on his shoulder and give it a little squeeze.

"You've gotta study okay Morty? I can't do all the work. I'll see you next week okay?"
He gives you a weak smile.

You feel bad but there wasn't any other way to tell him that you didn't want to date someone a lot younger than you.

There also wasn't a gentle way to tell him that you had a hopeless crush on his grandpa. You close the door and slowly make your way downstairs.

'please be on the couch watching T.V. I want to see you for at least two seconds.'

To your disappointment he wasn't there. You stop at the bottom of the stairs and lean on the wall. You need to get the guts to talk to him but the only thing you can manage to say to him is hi and even then he just responds with a grunt.

Then you notice that the door to the garage is open but only barely. You take a quick look around and notice that no one else is home.

You try to make your way over to the door as stealthily as you can. When you finally get there you try to look through the small space between the door and the frame.

After several attempts you come to the disappointing conclusion that it's too small to even get a glimpse in there. You know you should leave but something is keeping you anchored to the spot.

There's a faint smell of alcohol and you know it's coming from the garage. You know it's him and your heart starts racing. You step closer to the door and press your ear against it.

'Maybe he's by himself, this might be my opportunity to talk to him.'

Before you get the chance to think of what to do next you hear an "mmm yeah" come from the garage. Your heart starts pounding.

'Holy crap no way this is happening oh my god.' You push the door open a little and thankfully it doesn't creak and luckily there's enough room to see a little of what's going on.

Rick is sitting as his workbench. You can only see the back of his body but he's really into whatever he's doing. You try to calm down so you can hear more of him, his glorious sounds.