A/N: Straight up AU Richonne smut with some femdom, light bondage, switch play, dirty talk and all that good stuff. Get the kids out the room right now!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead, if I did, there'd be more adult situations!
The end of Rick's shift had come at eight thirty and he was almost bursting at the seams to get out of the station. It was his birthday and Michonne had something special planned for him before they had his actual party on the weekend. Saturday night would be the time for Rick's friends and family to celebrate with him; tonight, it was just him and his wife.
"You about ready to leave?" asked his partner Shane as he stood beside Rick's desk with his hands behind his back.
"Yeah, just about," replied Rick.
Just as he reached for his hat, Shane cracked an egg onto his head and then dumped a handful of flour. Shane was sure to mix it in for good measure.
"Shane! What the fuck!" said Rick.
"Happy birthday, saggy balls!" replied Shane with a hearty laugh as he clapped his best friend on the back.
"Thanks, asshole," said Rick; he was annoyed but able to see the funny side of their birthday ritual; he was surprised Shane did not catch him at the start of their shift.
"If Michonne asks who fucked your curls up, tell her it was that son of a bitch O'Reilly. I don't want her comin' down here lookin' to kick my ass," said Shane.
"I'll think about it," replied Rick as he pulled eggshell from his hair and rolled his eyes at Shane as he dusted flour from his shoulders.
"You're late!" called Michonne as Rick walked into their living room.
She met him near the sofa to give him a quick kiss; he removed his hat and gun belt and placed them down on the recliner. Michonne furrowed her brow as she took in his appearance; she noticed the remnants of eggshell and flour in his hair.
"You tell that asshole partner of yours I'm gonna kick the shit out of him," she said sternly while brushing his curls to the side.
Rick laughed and kissed her again.
"I'm gonna go get cleaned up for you," he said with a smirk. "Won't be too long."
"Alright," replied Michonne. "I've got a surprise for you."
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Rick tried to be as quick as possible in the shower, but the mess Shane had made was proving to be stubborn. When he was certain his hair was clean, he stepped out from behind the glass, towelled himself off and then threw on an old t-shirt and some sweatpants. If he knew anything at all about his wife, he knew he would not be wearing clothing for much longer.
He walked out of the bathroom and headed down the hallway until he came to their bedroom door; it was open so Rick stepped inside. He was fully expecting to see Michonne sprawled out on their bed wearing something lacy and small; instead, the bed was still made perfectly and Michonne was nowhere to be seen.
Rick halted when he suddenly felt something that was similar to a gun being pressed to his back.
"Don't move," said a firm and rich feminine voice. "Show me your hands."
Rick did as he was told and raised his hands slowly.
"I'm sorry; we can work this out," said Rick as he felt the excitement course through his body at the realisation that Michonne was ready to play.
She pressed her middle and index finger deeper into his back.
"Shut up, tough guy. No one asked you to speak. Now get your narrow ass up against that wall," Michonne commanded.
Rick did as he was told; he moved, leaned both hands against the wall and waited for what she had in store.
"Spread your legs," she ordered and Rick obeyed.
Michonne stepped closely behind him and then brought her hands to his hips.
"Are you being a bad boy?" she asked, her mouth close to his ear.
"Yes, ma'am," Rick answered.
Michonne proceeded to pat him down just like a law enforcement officer would if they were searching someone for a weapon. Her fingers crept up under his shirt and felt hot on his flat stomach. She then ran her hands down his thighs before trailing them back up to his crotch. She rubbed him, slowly at first, through the fabric of his pants, before quickening her pace. Rick grew hard from her touch.
"Hmmm," said Michonne as Rick began to breathe heavily. "What's that?"
"That's my cock," Rick replied, causing a delicious throbbing from between her legs.
She licked her lips.
"Is it for me?" she asked, giving his length a few more strokes.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Rick huskily. "All for you."
"Good," she said firmly. "Now turn around and put your hands down."
Rick did as he was told and his mouth literally started to water when he saw his wife. She was wearing nothing but a small, white lacy thong, Rick's gun belt and his Deputy's hat.
"Fuck," he whispered as he took in the sight of her beautiful form.
Michonne could not help but smile at his reaction; she always tried to keep things lively in the bedroom and was not shy when it came to dressing up for desired results. Rick wanted nothing more than to pick her up, throw her onto the bed and fuck her right then and there, but he knew how to play by the rules of their little games.
"You like?" Michonne asked playfully, breaking character a moment.
She ran her hands over her pert breasts causing her nipple to stiffen even more; Rick smiled and nodded.
"Fuck yes," was his reply.
Michonne chortled and then gave Rick a devilish look.
"Take off your clothes and lay on the bed," she ordered and Rick complied happily.
Michonne felt the pulsing from between her legs as Rick's hard cock was freed from his pants; she really could not wait to touch him some more. She watched as he lay on his back on the bed and waited for her. Michonne smiled down at him, her eyes trailing over his nakedness as his dick trembled in anticipation.
She climbed onto the bed, straddled Rick and then caught his mouth in a hungry kiss that left them both breathless; the wetness pooled at her hot centre. Michonne removed Rick's rough hands from her hips and placed them over his head. She then took the handcuffs from his belt she was wearing and shackled his wrists to the frame of the bedhead. She kissed his mouth once more before whispering: "The safe word is katana."
He was now unable to touch her freely, but she could do whatever it was that she wanted to do with him. She trailed kisses down his body, alternating between sucking and licking as she shifted over his form. Michonne kneeled between Rick's legs and then took his dick into her hands. Slowly, she worked up and down his shaft; she used her thumb to rub his tip that was coated in pre cum.
Rick moaned loudly.
"Tell me what you want to do to me," she said to him before she stopped her ministrations.
Rick's desire was flaming but Michonne wanted to tease him a little longer; it would be his penance for coming home late.
"I wanna touch you," he said.
"Where?" she asked.
"Everywhere," he replied.
She smiled wickedly at him before shifting so that she was once more straddling Rick. Her ass was pressed against his aching cock. Rick watched as Michonne her fingers into her white panties and began to rub herself.
"Like this?" she asked as she rubbed her sensitive nub and breathed heavily.
Rick grunted some affirmative response as he wished that he could touch her there.
"Tell me what you want to do to me," she said again as she rubbed harder. "Make me wet."
"God," Rick said, his voice full of need. "I wanna taste you."
"Hmmm," said Michonne, her fingers working over her clit.
"I wanna run my tongue over your sweet, wet pussy," Rick said in his slow drawl as he felt his cock quiver.
Michonne pulled her panties to the side so that Rick could see as she dipped her fingers inside her folds; she then trailed her juices up to her clit.
"That's nice. What else?" she moaned as she fingered herself.
"I wanna make you scream my name and come in my mouth," Rick said as he swallowed hard.
He could hear the sucking sound each time she slipped her fingers inside of her tight opening.
"And then when your pussy's all dripping wet, I wanna ram my cock inside of you and fuck you so hard," he said as he ached to be inside of her.
"Hmm, oh yes," she breathed while using her thumb to rub her clit.
Michonne continued to finger fuck herself as she dipped two fingers inside; Rick's cock was dripping at the sight of her pleasuring herself in front of him. He felt as if he might come then and there from just watching. Her heavy breathing quickened as she worked over her swollen lips and strummed harder. She felt her release fast approaching and moaned loudly as she collapsed on top of Rick; her walls contracted around her fingers.
He licked his lips.
"I want you so bad," he whispered as she caught her breath; riding out the waves of her pleasure.
She removed her fingers from her wet pussy and then pressed her thumb to Rick's bottom lip so that he could smell her arousal. He licked her thumb, shifted his head slightly and took her fingers into his mouth; sucking gently so that he could taste her, moaning softly.
Michonne shifted so that she was positioned between his legs once more and then she took hold of his length. She gave Rick a few strokes before she took his large, glistening tip into her mouth. She removed his hat so that he could watch as she sucked him.
"Fuck," said Rick as her plump lips engulfed him.
She used her hands, mouth and tongue to work over his cock. He wanted so badly to reach down and caress the back of her head as she used her mouth to drive him wild. She moaned and the vibrations caused his manhood to shudder. Michonne licked up the length of his shaft and used her hand to massage his balls. She gripped him tightly again and continued her strokes while she wrapped her full lips around his throbbing head and sucked vigorously. Rick breathed her name as he erupted into her mouth; she swallowed the first bursts and then milked his cock dry.
Michonne undid the handcuffs and Rick's arms fell to his sides as he fought to catch his breath and recover from the delirium that his wife had him in. She lay beside him, running her hands over his body and kissing his neck. She knew he needed a moment longer to recover and become invigorated once more, but she craved contact with him. Michonne's hand reached for his manhood as she strummed him absentmindedly a moment; she then picked up his cuffs from where she placed them beside her.
"Do you want me to wear them now?" she asked Rick as she dangled the cuffs in front of him.
Quickly, Rick took them from Michonne and fastened them to her wrists, not too securely.
"Get on your knees and bend over," he ordered as she complied.
Michonne rested her forearms on their bed and kneeled while her ass was facing towards Rick; she spread her legs apart and Rick pulled her panties to the side so he could see her glistening folds. She waited patiently for what he had planned; her heated centre still throbbing. Rick ran his hand up her smooth leg until he reached her round behind; he gave her ass a quick smack before gripping her hips with both hands. Rick moved his face down to where her pussy was and gave her slit a long lick with his tongue. Michonne moaned as he continued to lap at her clit and swollen lips. He alternated between licking her out and fingering her; the wicked sounds escaping her throat urged him on.
Rick stopped what he was doing and then moved to lay down on his back; he drew Michonne backwards so that she was sitting on his face. He spread her lips apart and sucked her clit into his mouth.
"Oh god, Rick," she breathed, resting her head on her arms as Rick continued to pleasure her.
Michonne could feel Rick smile as he kissed between her legs; she knew how much he enjoyed hearing her getting off. He licked, sucked, slurped and rubbed his nose in it until she came in his mouth and called his name again and again.
Before she could catch her breath and recover, Rick was behind her on his knees. He took hold of his dick and gave it a few strokes before he rubbed the dripping tip of his cock over her slit; when he drew it back slightly, the large red head was covered with her juices. He roughly pulled her panties down until they bunched around her knees; he then drove himself into her tightness and began to thrust behind her. He held her hips strongly and slid his dick in and out hard and fast. Rick looked down between their bodies and watched as his cock, wet from her arousal, slid in and out of her engorged pussy. The sensation and sight almost caused him to explode then and there.
Michonne bit down on her bottom lip as Rick relentlessly thrust into her; the sound of skin slapping against skin and the faint sucking sound was drowned out by Rick's throaty grunts. He held her firmly so she did not slip away from the force of his movements. They fit together perfectly as Rick focussed on his ministrations; he slowed down before reaching his hand around to strum her sensitive nub. Michonne whimpered as he rubbed her from the front and fucked her from behind. Michonne's walls clenched around his hardness as she reached the apex of her pleasure once again. The pressure was too much for Rick to handle as he pumped into her a few more times before he came; his white, hot seed filling her as they both collapsed. Rick withdrew from inside of Michonne and lay next to her.
"Oh, fuck," Rick panted and Michonne cried out to God.
With heaving chests, they both fought to regain some composure. Michonne rolled over and kissed Rick's mouth before she rested her head on his shoulder. He removed the handcuffs and then gripped her by the waist. She laughed a little.
"What is it?" asked Rick, his heart still pounding in his chest.
"There's still egg shell in your hair," said Michonne as she threaded her fingers through his curls.
"Fuckin' Shane," said Rick.
"It's okay," Michonne offered as she sat up on the bed and looked down at her husband. "It's a good excuse for us to get in the shower together."
Rick smiled at her; she was insatiable and he loved it.
"Are we takin' the cuffs?" he asked, ready for another round.
"Nah," she replied. "I want your hands all over me this time."