Hello there's some Noncon/Dubcon in here because I'm gross
Ye have been warned~

After such an affair occurring, Rick barred you both from sexual activity for a while. You both gave a break of just pleasant hanging out and talking when he was in the mood. He even once took you out to eat, which was nice. He allowed you to sleep in the same bed as him as well, and found it amusingly pathetic when you curled up next to his lanky body to sleep, wanting to embrace him and not pretend he was anything less than your lover. You missed his touch, but it was clear he needed space. You found yourself sometimes sitting too close to him on the couch as you watched TV, and sometimes he'd even drape an arm over you, but it felt mostly chaste and that was what really hurt. You'd give anything to feel less like a friend, more as his lover... but Rick wasn't the romance type, and you knew that. He'd love nothing more than to dominate you until you broke, and you were sure it was what you wanted, too. It just... hurt.

He was out a lot, and you'd sit home alone, wondering when he'd allow you back for more nothingness. It disappointed you, but as always, you aimed to please him.

Eventually he introduced you gradually back to more sexual favors, allowing you to suck him off once in the bathroom. You were throbbing with need when he came into your mouth, but he left you high and dry, leaving you a mess when you tried to satisfy yourself later. You swore it was nothing but truth when you said you couldn't cum without him.

The next time was hugely vanilla and tiredness. He was playful, and he was fingering you to oblivion, only to selfishly stop and cum in your mouth once again.

Desperation began to build the third time, this time he found yourself fingering your pussy in an attempt to cum, and he put a stop to it, once again cumming in your mouth and scolding you for trying to break his punishment. You sobbed in frustration as he left.

This week was the sixth week you'd gone cold turkey. It was the worst torture in the world, and you felt you'd learned your lesson, but Rick still wasn't giving you any attention beyond pleasuring himself. You were incredibly thirsty, and you swore if he chose to take you right now, you'd cum not only early, but perhaps even multiple times.

That night when you got home from work, you were more tired, worn out and stressed than usual, and after a quick dinner and texting Rick for a bit (he was busy, so his replies were not lengthy and he took a while to text back), you immediately threw an old shirt on went to bed. Wrapped up in your covers in a haze of sleepiness, you found yourself drifting off into a pleasant wet dream. Rick was hitting all the right buttons, making your cunt wet and achy with need. He tied you up in a chair to keep you from touching yourself, playing with your clit and stopping before you came. You felt nothing but desire and begged him to let you cum. Even in your sleep, you were trembling, which almost roused you, if not for something else. In your dream, he slipped inside you before you were fully ready, causing a stretching feeling that you ate up, but it felt all too... real. From the feeling, you were roused, looking around as you squinted under the haze of tiredness to see and hear Rick on top of you, sighing in pleasure. You felt him inside you, and it turned you on, but you were confused.

"R-rick... wha-" You started, but you were interrupted by him.

"Mm, b-babe- baby... you feel so good..." He was thrusting slowly, mumbling praise and slurring his words, looking down at you like you were his world. It set a fire in your abdomen as you reeled in pleasure, almost fully awake now.

"R-r-rick, oh, oh god..." You choke out, feeling yourself already getting close, Rick squealing as your cunt tightened around his member. His thrusts got faster, but gradually, and he fumbled a little too. You were watching him in confusion, was he drunk?

"Come-come here, come here baby, hha.. haha..." He looped his arms around your chest, burying his face in your neck to leave little kisses and bites and hickeys like he always did. He was so cute like this, it had an amazing affect on the amount of pleasure you were experiencing. You felt yourself tighten around him as you came all over his dick, and he let go of you to growl and thrust harder himself. You gripped the sheets below you as he rode out your first orgasm, your legs trembling. He was looking at you like you weren't even real.

He lifted your shirt to paw at your breasts and touch your nipples, which re-lit the fire, and you requested that he cum in you to make you his, reaching for his neck to try and pull him down overtop you. He bit at your collarbone and breasts and you whined in satisfaction, feeling close once more as he pounded it out of you. Rick was overwhelmed and he made noises that sounded inhuman, as well as speaking pieces of random languages he happened to know, one of which you thought sounded Spanish and you felt your toes curl.

As he rode out your second orgasm, feeling you twitch below him made him blow his load as well, and he successfully marked you as his, slowly thrusting himself out of you before lying down beside you. In his drunken state, he pulled you close, peppering you with sloppy kisses before lying one on your own lips. There was definitely some kind of alcohol involved in this affair, but you didn't care. It felt fucking amazing.

He whispered words to you he'd never said before, nor dared to, and every word and touch melted your previous shame, stress and bad feelings away. Your heart began to soar with euphoria as he said the words you'd been longing to hear, amidst the stuttering and the burping.

"I-i love you, baby, I do."

"I love you, daddy..." You said back, happy tears in your eyes as you thanked him with generous touches and happy kisses. You knew you wouldn't hear those words often, but you didn't need to or care. You just wanted to hold him as you both fell asleep, you wanted him to be his usual grumpy dick self in the morning, you wanted to feel him inside you always, you wanted to please him with your presence and body and soul.

You wanted to just be his.