Wild [Rick x Reader]

Chapter 4

[Give in]

Chapter 4:

Warning for more sexual stuff-

Rick's POV

I said good night to (Y/n) and went through the portal, Beth waiting on the other side. "So.. Who was she really?" she asked. I put on a blank expression and raised a brow. "Huh?" I tried to act clueless. She snickered. "Your tricks aren't gonna work with me dad, I know you too well. Now spill." You sighed, deciding it was best to tell her. At least part of the truth. "Fine. Morty and I saw her when we were trying to get away from aliens, she kind of maybe saved me." I said. She put a hand on her hip. "Okay, but you and Morty went on an adventure yesterday, so what was she doing here today?" Beth asked. I looked down at my hands. "She... Had Diane's necklace on." I said simply. Beth put her hands at her sides. "Oh." she said, dumb founded. She could see the pained look on my face and decided to let it go. After all, it couldn't be a bad thing right?

"Okay dad, I'm gonna go make dinner. I'll call when it's done." she said, giving me a sympathetic smile and pat on the back. I nodded as she left.

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I lay in bed. My mind wandered to a lot of things. First it was the conversation I had with  (Y/n) earlier. Everything that happened today had been so intense. I could barely keep my thoughts straight. The intense guilt that I felt before was fading. But whenever I thought of our.. Kiss, it came back. In small doses. Her soft lips, silky hair, her pussy rubbing on me.. Her moans. So fucking.. [Fuckk] I closed my eyes and tried to calm down. But it was too late, I was already hard. I tried to resist but the thought of it was so strong. It had taken all my strength just to push her away, now I couldn't stop thinking about it. What could have happened. I instinctively reached down, unbuckling my pants and sliding out my cock. "D-damnit." I whispered as it pulsed in my hand. I started stroking it, all the while remembering the taste of her, the feel, the sounds. Not even a minute later I felt myself about to climax. I let out a loud grunt and pushed hard into my hand, feeling all my tension release.

I relaxed into the bed, not caring about the hot substance on my hand or that I still had my clothes on. I wasn't gonna let this opportunity of tiredness slip away. I didn't want to feel any of the guilt so I closed my eyes and let sleep come quickly.

Readers POV

The next morning, your alarm was a harsh reminder of your daily life coming back into full swing. Today was Monday, the worst day of the week. You groaned and fell out of bed. You haphazardly threw on some clothes and stuffed your bag with all your school shit. You forgot to unpack your camping stuff last night so your bag was full of dirt and fishing supplies. Everything was scattered all around and you could care less about that right now. You simply stuffed all your books on top of it.

After breakfast, you were on your way to school. Still half asleep, you practically fell into your desk seat. Your best friend, (F/n),  looked at you with a raised brow. "Morning sunshine." she said sarcastically. You laughed. "Same to you." she smiled. "So.. How was the trip?" she said hesitantly. She knew it's purpose was to cheer you up and she didn't want to stir up any emotions. "It was good." You said, face down on the desk. She smiled. "Good."
A few minutes later, the teacher hadn't showed up so she kept talking. "Any plans for today?" she asked. You yawned. "Not really, just-" you cut yourself off as all the memories of Rick came flooding back to you. In your half dead state you'd completely forgotten about everything. Your face flushed bright red, despite your desperate efforts to stop it. At this, (F/n) perked up. "Oh? What is it?" she asked curiously. You shook your head, pushing down every feeling that wanted to come up. "N-nothing!" You said nervously. But your friend wasn't stupid enough to fall for that. "If I didn't know any better... I'd say you-" she cut herself off, worrying that if she said you'd met someone she'd bring up hard memories. It was only a few weeks ago after all. There was no way that you'd gotten over that in a single weekend. You gave her a puzzled look, but then you realized why she stopped. Your expression dampened. "Oh, right." You said, plopping your head down on the desk. She bit her lip and pat your back. "Sorry.. I didn't mean to-" she started but you shook your head. "Nah it's okay. I'm.. I'm over it." You lied. But only slightly. You were starting to get over it at least. She smiled sympathetically.
Soon the teacher came and your conversation was over.