Rick Sanchez || Foxy Grandpa || Rick and Morty

Make up Sex I

It was too close, far too close.

Rick had decided to take you on an adventure after Morty straight up refused. What was suppose to take twenty minutes by what Rick had told you ended up taking six weeks due to the fact that the both of you were almost captured and killed.

That's when shit got ugly.

You had tried your best not to break down and cry on the way home as Rick drove his ship through space. You were trying very hard but the longer you sat there in silence the more and more you felt your emotional wall start to break down.

In the back of your mind the voices became so loud aboUT the "what ifs" scenarios that could have happened and that was when you suddenly startled Rick as you broke down into an ugly sob.

"Jesus d-don't cry!"

Rick snapped although the truth was he was in the same boat emotionally as yourself, though he'd never end up admitting it.

But you couldn't help it as you had your face covered with your right hand and your elbow proped up against the window of the ship. You cried because you were tired, upset, and angry with everything that had happened.

But most of all you had been afraid.

You heard Rick give an annoying sigh and felt the ship make a sharp turn. You felt the ship come to a landing and you figured you were home now back on Earth, but you weren't.

"W-Where are we?"

You questioned rubbing your eyes with the backsame of your hands as Rick stepped out of the car.

"The alien -- the alien equivalent to a m-motel. We-we're gonna take a break and r-relax here tonight. Go get us checked into the n-nicest room they've got, don't worry about the price."

Rick told you as he started to walk the opposite direction of the office and off toward some of the corner stores that they seemed to have here on this dark nightly looking planet.

Sniffling a bit more you stepped out of the ship and closed the door behind you and walked toward the office. The ailen behind the counter hooked you up with their best room and handed you the keys. You thanked theme and went on finding your room, texting Rick the room number once you knew it.

Opening the door you glanced around. It seemed to be a king sized room with a kitchen inside. There was a small seating area right as soon as you walked inside and then off to the right was a bathroom that you had to walk through to get to the bedroom.

And of course there was only one bed, but it was a king.

This didn't pose a problem in your mind since there was a couch in the other room that you could take tonight if needed. Then again this wouldn't be the first time you and Rick had shared a bed on the many whacky adventures that the two of you had together.

Hearing a knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts and you returned into the main room to go unlock the door. Rick walked inside past you with a brown bag and a plastic bag that seemed to be full of food and snacks.

"I-I got us some food and drinks. Figured that -- figured that we could both use the drinks after the -- the shit fest we've had."

He said with a belch at the end.

You weren't about to disagree with him. You hadn't ever drank with Rick before, but at this point you were willing to give it a go with how fucked up and mentality scared you were from your trip.

Rick poured you both a shot while you grabbed a bag that looked like some type of alien version of some flaming hot cheetoes. You picked up your shot and swallowed the whole thing. It gave you a nice smooth burn going down the back of your throat as you ripped open the bag of chips.

About nine shots later and you were relaxed on the couch with Rick watching tv.

The room was normal, but your body felt good and chill. Your brain had stopped it's stupid anxiety thinking and you focused, poorly, on what was on the screen.

"Thank you Rick, I really needed this."

You said slurring your voice a little as you spoke. Rick was well on his way to being on the same level of toxicity as yourself, but since he was constantly drinking it took him quiet a bit more to get there.

Still his body was relaxed and his arm was draped over the couch and around your shoulder as the two of you sat there together.

"We both did."

He said belching and taking another swig from his flask.

About another hour passed and you couldn't even recall now how many drink you had, but the room was shaking and you had become a little too clingy for sober yous enjoyment.

Rick on the other hand found it more amusing than annoying as you wrapped your arms around his chest and had your head snuggled into the side of his body. He was even more relaxed now as he sat there partly listening to you drunk babbling about whatever it was you were going on about right now.

His arm no longer on the back of the couch and instead his hand brushing along the exposed skin of your shoulder as he held you close to him.

Given another half an hour and two bottles down and the two of you were lip locked and having a heavy make out session on the couch with the tv forgotten in the background.

You moaned loudly as you rubbed your clothed hips against his. You were sitting on his lap now as Rick started shipping you of your clothing. His hot mouth finding the exposed skin around your breasts and sucked harshly on your baby soft skin.

Rick groaned as he reached back behind you, his lanky fingers unhooking the bra from your body and tossing it elsewhere in the room.

"D-Damn, [Name], look at -- look at you being a -- a slut."

Rick growled feeling your pussy rubbing his cock through your pants. You moaned loudly and bit your lip feeling Rick's mouth come down over top of one of your nipples and started to suck on it.

Your brain was spinning as you tried to get a hold on the situation but couldn't. You were smart enough to know that sober you in the morning was probably going to regret everything that happened tonight. How were you ever suppose to look at Morty and Summer again, not to mention Beth and your uncle Jerry, and be okay with knowing that you fucked their grandpa, father, and father-in-law that happened to be a seventy year old man.

"R-Rick!"

You whined feeling his nipple coming over and pinching your other exposed nipple that was hardened and errect, much like his large feeling cock.

"I'm gonna f-fuck you so God damn hard that you won't -- you won't even know which was is -- is up!"

He slurred as he removed his mouth from your nipple and discarded his lab jacket, then his teal long sleeve shirt, and his white undershirt as well.

You cursed under your breath as he sat there exposed to you. His old skin showing his ribs underneath, it was just as pale as the rest of him but at this point you just didn't give a fuck. Rick reached out and started to undo your pants as you stood up from him, nearly falling forward as you did, to help him.

You were so drunk, but still smart enough, to question if Rick would even remember any of this in the morning.

But once you felt a slender finger move inside your sopping vigina you honestly couldn't give a fuck.