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dollfacefantasy · 13 days ago

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LOVE POTION NO. 9 ♡

pairing: rick grimes x fem!reader x michonne hawthorne

summary: something goes wrong on a supply run with michonne and rick, leaving it a little hard for you to suppress your deepest desires

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), scissoring, fingering, threesome, sex pollen (so dubcon because of that) (also it's not really pollen)

a/n: i wrote this for one of the sweetest ppl on this site @rigorwhoring. happy belated birthday bb, i hope you like it!! <33

The metal beneath your feet creaked with each careful step you took on the catwalk. You looked ahead and let out a sigh. The lab wasn’t too much farther away, but you were never fond of heights and this platform was dangling at least forty feet above the sprawl of computers and shelving units below.

“Why are we even here? Don’t you think the government would’ve taken everything useful when they jumped ship? Especially their supply of antibiotics,” you huffed.

“They were incompetent enough to let the entire country fall into chaos, so I wouldn’t guarantee that,” Rick said from behind you.

“Plus, it never hurts to look and be sure,” Michonne added.

You pursed your lips. You didn’t have to turn around to see the faint, teasing smile that was surely taking residence on her face. She got on you a lot about your impatience and impulsivity. And while you knew she had a point in trying to show you the value in being thorough, you never wanted to admit you had a tendency to overlook details.

“Whatever. I still think we should’ve just checked a normal doctor’s office first,” you said.

“It’s too bad you’re not in charge of making the plans then, isn’t it?” Rick asked.

Great. Now he was mocking you too. You shot a look over your shoulder and stuck your tongue out. The petulant move got you a quiet laugh out of both of them. Butterflies fluttered around in the pit of your stomach, but you tried your hardest to ignore them with a deep breath.

It was pathetic, your little crush. You tried telling yourself that every time you felt the nag of yearning well up inside your heart. Your feelings had been tormenting you for a while now. It seemed like forever given the malleable nature of time these days, but in reality it had only been since you arrived in Alexandria.

You weren’t sure what it was. Sure, maybe you had little mini crushes on Rick and Michonne before that, but they were barely there. Fleeting ideas that you never lingered too long on. Little bursts of joy when she’d bring you something special from a supply run or when he’d praise you for improving with your gun. It was never anything real, anything you’d actually spend time ruminating about.

But since the group had taken up residence in that apocalyptic suburb, you found your head filled with thoughts like those more and more. Your fantasies were no longer fleeting. That little seize in your heart had migrated South to become flutters in your belly or jolts between your thighs. And now that they were together? Now that you saw them being affectionate with each other right before your own eyes? Forget about it. You were helpless.

You tried to hide the way you stared when his hand casually rested on her waist or when their lips pressed together for a kiss that was always a smidge more than chaste. Not even sleep brought you a reprieve from your fixation. In the night, you’d dream of them. You’d imagine her slender fingers caressing over your shoulders and cupping your breasts while his tongue traced patterns down your stomach.

It was hellish quite honestly. You’d tried distracting yourself, looking around for someone else to fantasize about. But no one did the trick. No one captured your attention like they did. Every time you tried thinking about any of the other people around town, they’d invade those thoughts too.

With a sigh, you finally reached the lab door and shoved all those thoughts away. This was no time for daydreams. There could be walkers or worse in this next room, and you couldn’t have them thinking you were incapable if you seemed distracted…

The three of you stayed silent for a moment, trying to listen for any sounds of a threat, but none came up. The facility was just as silent up here as it was when you waded through the area below.

You took the liberty of trying the door first. Fortunately, it opened under the pressure of your hand. The locks in this place all seemed to be electric, and without power for the last couple years, the things they guarded were left vulnerable to whoever may come across them.

The room was empty like you’d hoped. There was no sign of activity, undead or otherwise. Cabinets filled most of the room. One wall was covered in refrigerated units, all of which were dark and room temperature now.

You walked in a couple of steps, and they followed behind.

“You take the left side of the room, Michonne and I’ll take the right,” Rick directed.

You nodded, taking the order without complaint.

Before starting your search, you pull out the crumpled note from Denise in your pocket. The exact name of the drug she needed was scrawled down in blue ink. You read it over a couple times. It would be your luck that you’d grab everything but the thing she wanted.

With the information in mind, you snaked through the rows of storage compartments. Lots of them had been emptied out. Either the people who worked here had loaded up before leaving like you said or other groups had come through and scavenged just as you were doing now.

Your eyes danced over the little labels on the containers. You grabbed a few things that weren’t on the list but seemed useful from the brief information provided. Unlike a doctor’s office or pharmacy, these drugs weren’t simply ibuprofen or tylenol. They all had long names that you couldn’t dream of pronouncing correctly. You assumed they were just like elevated versions of regular or prescription meds. Denise was the one to even tell you all about the place, so you knew they’d be good for something at least.

After a little more searching, you finally came across the small letters that spelled out the word you needed. You didn’t waste any time pulling the remaining tubes out and shoving them in your bag. Out of pure curiosity, you also glanced at the vials lined up next to them.

The liquid in them was bright, pretty pink. It looked almost glittery too. You had to know what it was. It was out of your control, the way you reached for one and spun it around between your fingers.

You just had never seen a drug that looked so… cute? Like something out of a cartoon. What could this even be for? It must have been in the developmental stages still. Or maybe it was like pepto-bismol on steroids or something. You had no clue.

The name on the label was just as confusing as the rest, completely meaningless to you. You read a little more and spotted the words experimental stimulant with some numbers below. That was vague, but you knew what both experimental and stimulant meant.

Having seen enough horror movies, you decided it would probably be best not to mess around with random substances from a government lab. You went to slide it right back into the little slot from which it came, but as your hand angled it, a loud slam came from the wall next to you. A groan came right after it, one of the haggard rumbles of death you’d become nauseatingly familiar with over the last couple years.

Panic surged through your body. You gasped and your hand jolted, ramming the vial against the holder and missing the slot for it. The glass shattered between the surface and your hand. Shards sliced into you. That pink liquid doused your skin and cuts.

But you didn’t care about that right now. Your mind was hyper focused on the possibility of a walker being nearby. You looked in the direction of the loud noise and saw one instantly. Its maimed face pushed up against the glass window on a closet door. The sight of it still left you pumped up on adrenaline; however, the thick glass barrier between the two of you made it a little less urgent.

It just stood there, shuffling against the locked door, jaw gnashing against the translucent pane it no longer could comprehend. You shook your head and let out a sigh.

Now the sound of footsteps came rushing towards you. Having heard the commotion, Rick and Michonne had crossed the room in seconds, his pistol drawn and her sword ready to make quick work of whatever threat you’d encountered.

They saw what you did as soon as they were close enough. Rick’s hand landed on your shoulder, startling you just a bit.

“You alright?” he asked. Even before you could get your answer out, his eyes scanned you from head to toe, making sure you hadn’t sustained any kind of injury.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you assured with a nod. “It just startled me, that’s all.”

Michonne, who had also been looking you over, reached for your wrist.

“You’re bleeding,” she said.

She lifted your hand, examining the blood that trickled from the wounds scattered all around your fingers and palm. You flexed your digits a bit to make sure no glass was lodged inside you still. Your skin stung with the movement. More drops of red oozed from the cuts, and she hissed in response.

“Do you think she’ll need stitches?” Michonne asked with a cautious look to Rick.

He took your hand next, his fingers just as careful as hers. After a few moments of inspection, he shook his head.

“Should be fine. We just need to get her cleaned and bandaged up soon,” he said thoughtfully.

A rush went through you as they spoke like you were something to be handled. Retracting your hand, you sheepishly turned away from the pair.

“I’m fine, really,” you said.

You looked down at the injury yourself. The main thing you noticed was how shimmery your skin was.

Shit. That vial you’d been holding obviously spilled on you when it’d cracked, and in turn, that pink mystery liquid had doused your open wounds. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That could be really really bad. You contemplated saying something to Rick and Michonne, but it wasn’t like they’d have an antidote to whatever it was either. All it would do is probably make them panic.

So instead, you pulled out a spare rag from your bag, intending to wrap it around your hand.

“Ah-ah. That clean?” Rick said as he saw the blue cloth come out.

“Yes,” you huffed with a small side-eye. Your displeasure was only external though. Inside, you preened under the show of care.

He smiled and shook his head at your attitude while Michonne came closer and wrapped her arm around your shoulders.

“Come on, let’s start heading back. Denise can look at it when we get home,” she said softly.

You were more than happy to lean into the touch and walk along with her out of the lab. Everything would be fine. You just had to last the hour drive back. Then you could see Denise and get fixed up or just sleep the little spill off.

As it had turned out, everything was not fine.

Like the trip here, you sat in the backseat of the Jeep while Rick and Michonne occupied the front. They spoke about plans for the group, future scavenging locations, different tasks that needed to be taken care of, and so on. You didn’t really know because you weren’t really listening.

In all honesty, listening wasn’t even an option right now. Everything around you was fast becoming a blur. Your head was cloudy and hot. It felt like the car was floating rather than rolling along the road. And worst of all your body was thrumming. As if each of your cells was lit on fire, your skin tingled and burned.

It started up a couple minutes after the car had set off, and by now, you could barely sit still. The ache started in your stomach — at first, you thought it was just a simple cramp. But the coil of pain grew tighter. And then it drifted further down and settled between your thighs.

You just couldn’t stop squirming. It was taking everything you had to hold yourself back from jamming your fingers down your shorts to try and rub it away. The night sky outside provided the cover you would need. Rick and Michonne were wrapped up in their own discussion up front. If you could just be quiet then maybe…

No way. What were you thinking? You blinked a few times, almost in disbelief with yourself. Something was going on. It had to be. That liquid must have done something severe to you. You would never consider touching yourself in such close proximity to other people — let alone Michonne and Rick — if you were in your right mind.

You just had to wait till you made it back. Then you could slink off to your room and fuck yourself stupid all night.

That was easier said than done though.

You could repeat mantras of restraint over and over, but the words didn’t satisfy your body’s hunger. That same ache pulsed within you, called to your fingertips, silently urged you to spread your legs. You let out a shuddery breath and looked out the window, attempting to quell your desire by subtly shifting your hips against your seat.

The tree patterns outside were growing familiar. It couldn’t be too much longer till the gate came into view and opened up to welcome you in.

Your eyes had just fallen shut when a call of your name grabbed your attention.

“What?” you responded, a little shocked by how breathy your own voice sounded.

You weren’t even sure which one of them had called for you. Rick was glancing at you through the reflection of the rearview mirror, and Michonne turned around in her seat upon hearing how off you sounded.

“You alright back there? We said your name like three times,” Rick said.

You bit your lip silently. It was hard to focus on what he was actually saying when his voice sounded so fucking good. All deep and gravelly, his tone light and almost fond for you.

“Um… yeah. I’m fine. Sorry. Just zoned out,” you answered.

“Are you sure?” Michonne asked. Her eyes narrowed as she scrutinized your features. “You sound out of breath. And you look it too.”

Your heartbeat picked up in your chest. She sounded heavenly too. Her voice was rich and soft, like the warmth of an embrace in the form of soundwaves.

“‘m fine,” you insisted. “You guys always worry too much about me.”

She continued to stare at you, not believing your excuse. You gazed right back in an attempt to appear normal.

“Fine-” she started, on the precipice of relenting. However, it was right then that the car drove over a bump.

And you let out a squeak that was dangerously close to a moan.

You couldn’t help it. The rear set of tires striking whatever was in the road had bounced you upward and brought you right back down on the seat, pussy first.

Heat seared a path up your neck into your cheeks. All you could hope was that it was quiet enough that neither of them noticed, but based on the look Rick was giving you in the mirror and the way Michonne’s eyebrows had risen nearly a full inch, that didn’t seem to be the case.

“Seriously, what’s going on with you?” she asked.

“Nothing! I was just… clearing my throat?” you said with a half-hearted cough.

“You were not.”

“Was too.”

“Do you need me to pullover?” Rick offered from the sidelines.

“Oh my gosh, no,” you said, bordering on a whimper. You slumped back in your chair and lazily wiped some of the sweat beading at your hairline. That sudden burst of pressure on your center had only made everything feel more intense.

“Then what’s going on with you? You look sick,” Michonne said. Her voice was firm, but you could tell the reason behind that was her growing concern.

“I just feel a little hot I guess…” you replied meekly. You had to look away now. The sight of her face affected you almost as much as her voice did. Looking at her only made you want to touch, and there was no way in Hell you were going to let yourself do that with the kind of thoughts running through your head.

She still wasn’t convinced by your excuse. “How long have you been feeling overheated? You know you could have rolled down the window if you wanted,” she said.

“Just… I don’t know. Since we left,” you said. You shut your eyes again and tried to resist the urge to squeeze your legs together.

“You weren’t bitten,” Michonne said. It wasn’t a question, but her eyes still trailed over you to be absolutely sure of the statement’s accuracy.

“No! I just… I-” you tried though you began to lose your words.

You were hot and breathless, and your mind was more focused on the onslaught of physical sensations rather than coming up with a believable lie. So you finally decided to just come clean.

“I just like spilled a little bit of something back in the lab… it must have gotten on my hand… it’s not a big deal,” you said.

The look on Michonne’s face begged to differ with your assessment. Her eyes were wide now too, her lips slightly parted as she processed the new information. She looked over at Rick, silently telling him to speed up the car.

“Really, I’m fine,” you tried again weakly.

“You don’t look fine. Why didn’t you tell us?” she said.

“I didn’t want you guys to panic…” you said.

But she was already climbing into the backseat. You scooted over to the corner diagonal from the passenger seat, as far away from her touch as possible. Now that she was back here too, you could smell her scent. Just as alluring as the sound of her voice, it had you feeling dizzy with need.

Before you could even hope to explain how you were feeling and why touching you was probably a bad idea, her hands were reaching in your direction. You shrunk back into the corner, your head clunking against the cool glass of the window. That wasn’t enough distance to stop her though.

One of her silken hands came to rest right upon your forehead. You barely managed to choke down the whine that was fighting its way up your throat.

“You’re burning up,” she said, her brows furrowing. “Did you see what it was you spilled? If it got on your hand, it’s probably in your bloodstream.”

“I don’t know the name. It said like… um it said… experimental stimulant on the label.”

That didn’t lessen her concern any. Her fingers trailed down your face, over your cheek. Your eyes fluttered, the glide of her fingertips like rose petals coasting across your skin.

“It’s fine, promise,” you said.

And then she reached your neck. At that point, it wasn’t fine for a whole other reason. You tried to bite down the moan bubbling up inside, but that only resulted in the sound coming out as a strangled whine instead.

You couldn’t help it. Her fingers on your heated flesh just felt so fucking good. And you were already using all your energy to keep your hips still and your hands obedient at your sides.

The car swerved a little when you let out your desperate cry. As shocked as Michonne was, she tried to maintain a sense of normalcy.

“… Did that hurt?” she asked tentatively.

You shook your head. Speaking wasn’t an option. You didn’t trust yourself to sound any less pathetic.

She wanted to help, that much was clear, but she was at a loss. You could all but see the sentence on her tongue failing to form.

“I just… It’s so fucking hot, and everything feels suffocating,” you whimpered, squirming in your seat.

That slight bit of clarity was the boost she needed to spring into action once again. She turned towards Rick for a moment and quietly requested he turn up the AC. This was really getting serious. Usually air conditioning was strictly off limits to not risk any mechanical issues with the car.

You barely had time to process that though because her hands came back at you again.

“Let’s get you cooled down a little, yeah? Strip some of these layers off,” she said softly.

Of course, that was a practical solution, but your ears registered it in a way that made your stomach clench with lust. Your panties were growing stickier by the second, only adding to your discomfort.

She went for your t-shirt first. You had a small camisole underneath, so that wasn’t really an issue. With her aid, you peeled it off with ease and chucked it to the otherside of the backseat. It helped a little. For a second, you thought you might be entering the clear. The relief was only temporary though.

Seconds later, that same heat began creeping all over your skin again. Your heart pounded and your head swirled just like it had before. If anything, exposing your skin only seemed to make the sensation stronger. Now the throb of desire in your belly was so intense it felt like cramping.

You tried to act as though you were just getting comfortable, grinding your center down on the seat below. It didn’t offer much pleasure, but it was better than nothing.

Unfortunately, it was enough for Michonne to see as well. You kept your eyes closed so that you didn’t have to see her reaction. While you would have much rather avoided humiliating yourself in front of them, that was no longer at the top of your list of priorities.

“Um… are you alright? Does your stomach hurt?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” you whimpered without even thinking.

It wasn’t a total lie. You were getting so horny that it basically was painful.

“Do you need me to pull over?” Rick asked again from up front.

“No!” you cried.

You needed to get back to Alexandria as soon as possible. If you didn’t get some privacy soon, you were pretty sure you’d either combust or completely lose it and start rubbing one out right here in the backseat. Hell with the mood you were in right now, you might pounce on the first person you saw back home.

A few moments of silence passed over the three of you. You forced your body to still once more. Michonne and Rick remained completely bewildered, not having the slightest clue what to do with you.

“Talk to me,” she started over, tender but earnest. “I won’t panic, I promise. Did you see any side effects listed on that bottle? Do you have any idea what it might have been?”

“I swear I don’t know. All I saw was ‘experimental’ and ‘stimulant.’ That’s it!” you whimpered. You let your head fall backwards. “Oh god, what if this like really fucks me up?”

“That’s not gonna happen. Rick and I won’t let anything happen to you,” she said.

“But- but ‘experimental.’ That’s probably like really bad,” you replied.

“Everything in that lab was just trials of more intense versions of common medications. They were samples waiting for further testing. I don’t think it was anything deadly. We just have to figure out a way for you to ride out these side effects.”

Unbeknownst to her, you knew exactly how you wanted to ride out this whole thing. You just didn’t know how to say it.

“I… I just need to get back to my room. Need to be alone,” you said. You could feel that ache boiling within you again — the need to move, the need to touch.

“Why? Does your head ache? Are you getting tired?” she checked.

“No. Just need to be alone,” you repeated like you weren’t seconds away from humping the seat belt receptacle.

“Then why?”

“Causeeeee,” you started, your face growing impossibly hotter at how petulant you sounded. Finally, you couldn’t hold back anymore. “I think that shit was like female viagra or something, fuck.”

The car went silent again for a few seconds before you heard a soft chuckle come from the front seat.

“It’s not funny!” you whined, swatting a hand in Rick’s general direction.

You didn’t know how you expected them to react, but it certainly wasn’t with laughter. At least on the other hand, Michonne was still looking at you in earnest, like she genuinely wanted to help you.

“So that’s the problem? You’re feeling a little worked up?” she asked.

“Not a little. I’m like so fucking horny,” you whimpered.

This was horrible. The most humiliating day of your life by far if you excluded that one time you accidentally locked yourself in your cell at the prison. After this, Rick and Michonne would never speak to you again, you were sure of it. And honestly, who could blame them? It was your own stupidity that got you in this situation. Your carelessness could only be considered quirky for so long before it became annoying.

But then her hand was on your thigh. The gentle touch pulled you free from the clutches of your self-deprecation. It was your turn to have wide eyes and parted lips, merely watching in stunned silence as her fingertips petted little stripes onto your skin.

“Wha- what are you doing?” you stammered. Panic crept up your spine. That touch was only weakening your resolve. If she kept it up, you were confident you’d soak through your shorts within a minute or so.

She lacked your urgency though. Her eyes remained on you in silence, observing you with a look slightly kinder than a predator gives when assessing its prey.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” she said.

That was the only kind of explanation she gave you before her fingers continued their ascent up your leg. They found themselves at the button on your shorts. She paused for a second, essentially giving you the chance to reject her — something that didn’t even cross your mind.

When no protest came from you, she popped the little silver clasp free and nudged the zipper South.

Part of you wondered if maybe the vial had knocked you out and this was all some weird fever dream. There was no way it could be reality. You honestly were more inclined to believe that the world had ended when the dead started walking, and you were now in some state of purgatory.

Your eyes darted between her face and the back of Rick’s seat. “You- um- You don’t have to,” you forced yourself to say.

“Lift your hips.”

You swallowed down your hesitation. This was everything you wanted — everything you’d been dreaming of — and she was handing it to you on a platter.

Your hips boosted off the seat, giving her the room to tug your shorts down. She didn’t remove them completely. They only went down far enough to give her the room to carefully spread your thighs.

You could barely stand it, being examined like this, being under the scrutiny of her eyes without really knowing what she thought.

“Really, Michonne, I swear, I’ll be ok-”

“Will you? You’re so wet…” she said.

Before you knew it, the pads of her fingers dragged over the damp fabric of your panties. You yelped at the touch. Your hips bucked into the air from the ghost of movement.

“Poor thing,” she whispered.

Her fingers pressed down harder. They rubbed over your cunt with intention. At first it was just pressure, but soon enough, her digits found specific targets. She swirled them on your clit in tiny circles.

You didn’t even have the capacity to react. A raucous moan left your lips as you melted backwards. Your chest heaved, puffing up and down while her hand worked between your legs.

Again, you couldn’t help but feel like you were hallucinating. Everything felt hazy, like the environment of a dream. A bead of sweat ran down the back of your neck.

Her skin glowed with the faint reflected shine of the headlights on the path ahead. She looked like an angel, someone sent down from heaven just to relieve your body of the torturous ache that liquid had brought on.

The creak of the mirror up front drew you from your thoughts, made this whole thing feel real again. It came from Rick adjusting the mirror in an attempt to get a better view of the two of you. You supposed that was the best case scenario here, but it also confused you further.

“You know Rick and I always want to take care of you, right?” she said softly, answering your question before you had the chance to ask it.

“Yeah…” you breathed.

“So then let me take care of you,” she said. “You don’t need to feel embarrassed.”

Accepting that didn’t come easy. Embarrassment was the only other emotion you could feel right now besides horniness. But she kept coaxing you along with those tight swirls of her fingers on your sensitive bundle of nerves. So sensitive in fact that you already felt yourself getting close.

“You just relax, honey. We’re almost home,” Rick added from up front.

“See? Everything’s just fine,” Michonne cooed.

“But… but why? Why would you even wanna…?” you tried to ask.

“You act like it’s such a chore,” she teased lightly. “Why wouldn’t we want to help you? You need this. And you look even cuter than you normally do like this.”

You blinked a few times. “Normally do…?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, dipping her fingers down to your slit before bringing them back up.

You bit your lip. Her touch, her voice, her words, all of it pushed the concern right out of your head. You slid down a little in your seat, angling your hips to get more friction from her hand.

“There you go. Good girl,” she praised. Her fingers rubbed a little harder now, deeming that you could handle it.

Your head tilted back again and another long whine poured out of you. Release snuck up on you faster than it ever had before in your life. Only a few moments later, you were quivering violently and coming undone under her precise fingers.

It was one of the strongest climaxes you’d ever felt. That sparkly pink serum must have done a number on your nerves. You could barely hold still, and you couldn’t keep quiet at all. You mewled and squirmed around all over your seat. Arousal gushed from you, coating your inner thighs along with her hand and the seat below you.

All you could do as you came down was pant. Harsh breaths left your lungs in rapid succession. It was odd, feeling so drained from so little stimulation. However, despite the physical exhaustion, you were nowhere close to sated. The release had felt great, but it didn’t get rid of that ache at all. If anything, you felt more out of it than before.

Without thinking, you reached forward and grabbed the neckline of her shirt. You tugged her in, crashing your lips onto hers in a kiss.

To your absolute relief, she didn’t pull away. She stiffened for a moment out of surprise and then let herself give in. Her plush lips moved against your own. You both began with a series of small, exploratory pecks before a languid swipe of her tongue brushed against your mouth.

Of course you let her right in. You opened up for her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to bring her impossibly closer.

Everything else faded to background noise. The world became just you and her. You and her skilled hands cupping your hips. You and the quiet sound of her moaning into your mouth. You and her hips slotted right between your thighs.

“Gate’s coming up,” Rick said from up front, popping your bubble of bliss.

Michonne pulled off first to your dismay. You tried to follow her, but she stopped you with a hand on your chest.

“Shh, calm down. You just have to keep it together for a few more minutes. Just till we get away from the others, alright?” she said.

Reluctantly, you nodded along.

“Good,” she said. She pulled your shorts back up onto your hips and buttoned them into place again. Your shirt stayed on the floor of the backseat. Your camisole would be fine covering for the small distance between the street and the house.

The car slowed down a bit, and you heard the metallic roll of the gate sliding open. Rick waved at someone, though you didn’t care to look for who exactly it was. He drove down the street a bit, parking it close enough to inventory that it wouldn’t take too long to unload.

“Can you walk?” Michonne asked, regaining your attention.

The question took a few seconds to process in your mind. “Um… yeah. Yeah. I can walk,” you said.

Soon enough, you felt the finality of the car going into park. The engine went silent next. Rick pulled the key out of the ignition and got out. You heard him talking outside, but you couldn’t make out the words or the other voice.

In front of you, Michonne began guiding you out from the other side of the car. The two of you slipped out onto the sidewalk, avoiding conversation with whoever was checking with Rick about the findings of this run.

Michonne wrapped an arm around you and began walking towards her and Rick’s house. You could only be thankful she shielded you from any questions or the task of unloading the car.

Seconds later, you heard a pair of footsteps approaching behind you. Dread set in that you might have to survive a short conversation with someone before getting to cum again. But before you even had the chance to look, Rick was by your side, wrapping his arm around you too.

The cool silver of his watch hit your shoulder, drawing an audible moan from you.

He grinned, amused just like he had been in the car. “So sensitive,” he murmured with a kiss to your head.

“It’s not my fault,” you said, rubbing your face.

You’d walked the route to their house dozens of times, but right now, it felt like your feet moved on their own, like without their guidance you’d be lost. Maybe it was a good thing they’d realized something was wrong after all.

When you reached their porch, Rick helped you up the stairs while Michonne dashed ahead to get the door. The house was empty. Judith and Carl were staying with the others since no one knew how far into the night the supply run would stretch.

The three of you went inside. You would have been fine with heading over to the couch if it meant getting relief faster, but they herd you up the stairs in the direction of the main bedroom. If this had been happening under any other circumstances, you probably would have been out of your mind with excitement rather than hazy with drug-induced lust. But you’d take what you could get.

Once you were in their room approaching the bed, Rick took the liberty of laying you down. Your eyes closed as your back hit the softness of the mattress. Lying down felt better than walking around, but you were still just as dizzy.

“You still with us, sweetheart?” Rick asked.

“Mhm,” you said, your head bobbing in a lazy nod.

Two hands caressed up and down your legs while another set of fingers tugged down your shorts for the second time tonight. This time they came all the way off, leaving your panties completely exposed.

A whistle came from Rick. “You weren’t lying. She’s soakin’ through,” he said.

Now your tank top was moving up, revealing your stomach. You garnered that Michonne was the one taking off your clothes while Rick continued to massage his hands over your legs and hips.

No matter how many layers left your body, you were still hot as ever. Your bra came unclasped, but the air on your tits didn’t make you feel any cooler. Your panties slid down over your legs, but a light sheen of sweat still coated most of your body.

There was a brief pause. You could hear the rustling of fabric, probably them ditching some of their own clothing. Then the bed dipped with their combined weight, one of them on each side of you. You forced your eyes to open and look at them.

Rick’s hand cupped your jaw before he ducked in and kissed your neck. You moaned, pleased by the sliver of stimulation it brought you. Down below, Michonne’s hand splayed across your stomach. You wasted no time in trying to shove it lower.

She obliged you some. Her fingers delved between your legs without any barrier in the way. They stroked through your wetness, over your silky folds. She dragged them over your clit gently, providing the most minuscule amount of pleasure.

Your back arched up off the bed. You needed more. It felt like you were burning alive, being held just inches away from the nearest water source.

“Fuck, please,” you whined. “I- I can’t- Need more-”

“We got you. Don’t worry, baby,” Rick murmured.

Your eyes squeezed shut again. His lips traced a path along your jawline onto your throat. Your neck bent in his direction as his short facial hair scratched against your sensitive skin. His hand came up to one of your breasts, squeezing the mound of flesh enough to get more little sounds out of you.

He so thoroughly consumed the upper half of your body, you didn’t even notice Michonne’s weight shifting between your legs. You didn’t realize what she was doing until you felt her tongue lick over the length of your pussy.

A sharp squeal burst from you, but her hands kept you in place. She dove in, sucking on your clit, flicking her tongue back and forth over the little bud. You were helpless to it all, resigned to lie there and take it.

“I can’t believe this is really happening,” you panted.

“Yeah?” Rick chuckled from beside you. “Have you thought about this before?”

You nodded. There was no reason to be shy anymore.

“You should’ve said something, honey,” Michonne said from between your legs.

“What was I supposed to say? You guys are like… a couple. I can’t just come up and say ‘oh I think you’re both totally hot, wanna fuck?’” you whimpered.

She smiled and shook her head while sliding two fingers inside of your cunt.

You moaned and clutched at the sheets. Penetration felt the best out of anything so far, like it was the thing that came closest to scratching the itch inside of you. Her fingers still weren’t enough, you wanted more, faster and harder.

“We’ve been thinking about you too, pretty girl,” Rick said. “Why do you think we let you tag along with just us? Why do you think we’re always taking care of you?”

“I don’t know…”

He kissed your neck some more, mumbling against your skin. “We’ve been thinking about you too, on this bed, spread out like this.”

“Moaning and whining for us like this,” Michonne continued for him.

She pumped her fingers in and out while her tongue danced in little patterns over your clit. Your legs squirmed over her shoulders, your toes curled. You could feel yourself getting close again.

“You guys should have told me,” you whimpered.

“We’re telling you now, aren’t we?” he teased.

That hot, sparkling heat grew stronger in your belly. Your noises became higher in frequency. You were cresting, about to reach the peak. She gave you a few more pumps before removing her fingers entirely.

It was enough to bring tears to your eyes. Your body seized, and your thighs clamped together.

“Why?” you whined.

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she crawled up your body to lay at your side while Rick slid down to kneel between your legs. In this position, you could see his cock between his legs, nice and flushed for you. He stroked it a few times while inching closer to your center.

You felt the tip nudge at your entrance, and you hissed. Your hips rolled, trying desperately to get any amount inside of you.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he rasped, but he indulged you nonetheless.

He filled you up in a slow slide. His hips pushed his entire length into you with one steady thrust. Your eyes rolled back. You honestly might have cum right then, it was hard to be sure when you felt so high up on cloud nine.

A deep groan came from him too. His hand splayed across your lower stomach, giving him leverage as he sank into you.

“She’s so fuckin’ soft,” he said. His other hand gave your thigh a sharp squeeze. “So fuckin’ warm.”

“That’s just what you need, huh?” Michonne whispered into your ear. She laid some kisses on your neck, the side Rick hadn’t tended to.

You nodded lazily. Your head was spinning as he started to thrust. It began as shallow rocking, simply getting a feel for the right rhythm. But once he settled in, you were gone.

You arched your back with a breathy mewl, your eyes fluttering shut. You clutched at Michonne’s arm, the sheets, his hand — whatever you could reach.

She kept kissing along your neck. Her fingers caressed over your chest, stopping a few times to toy with your nipples. After a little while, her mouth drifted down to replace her digits. She wrapped her lips around one of your stiffened buds and flicked her tongue across it.

“Fuck,” you whined. You practically lost the ability to speak when her fingers drifted down South to rub at your clit in tandem with Rick’s thrusts.

It would be obvious to anyone in your position that they were together. They worked as a team, their movements in sync without a spoken word between them. You’d seen them like this on supply runs, in fights; it made sense they’d be like this in the bedroom too.

And you weren’t complaining at all. Maybe it was because you were being affected by that drug, but you didn’t have to do a thing right now. You just got to lie there while their fingers and mouths worked on you.

Rick slammed into you particularly hard as Michonne’s mouth left your nipple. The sudden jolt nearly tossed you over the edge for a third time that night. You couldn’t remember ever cumming so easily. It left you wondering when this shit was gonna wear off. Not that you were really minding it as much when you had two people willing to help relieve you.

She rose up onto her knees and kissed Rick. You watched through fluttery eyelashes as their lips melded with one another. His hips didn’t stop pumping. Her fingers had drawn away from you, but only to give some attention to herself. You could hear her soft noises of pleasure coming out muffled against his lips.

When she pulled away from him, they were both looking down at you. It felt as though you could evaporate under the heat of their combined gaze.

“Are you close again, baby?” she asked, her fingers caressing your leg.

You nodded wildly, more than ready to cum.

“Go ‘head, honey. Whenever you’re ready,” Rick grunted.

In no time at all, you really were hitting the high again. Hot waves of pleasure crashed into you. Unshed tears leaked from your eyes, choked cries fled your lips.

Rick couldn’t last any longer either. Your walls were squeezing him, coaxing him to the peak right alongside you. He barely managed to pull out. You whined as you watched the warm, pearly white fluid hit your stomach.

You knew it was for the best that he didn't cum inside, but your fogged up brain couldn’t help wanting whatever would feel best in that moment.

When he was spent, he took a breather. He didn’t make a move, just took a second to close his eyes and bask in the afterglow. Michonne looked you over, assessing whether or not you seemed to be in better shape.

And in a way you were. The three releases they’d given you helped a substantial amount. But your body was still warm. Not as hot as before, but the simmer was still there.

“You got a few more in you, baby?” Michonne asked.

“Mhm,” you hummed weakly.

She nudged Rick aside, taking his place. As he laid nearby on the mattress, her fingers wrapped around your ankle. She lifted one of your legs into the air and slotted herself precisely so that your centers aligned.

“Just let me know if it starts to be too much,” she said before lowering herself down to grind against you.

It wasn’t too much, not even close. Her rutting against you was just what you needed. The perfect follow up to Rick. Your eyes closed again as you let yourself get lost in it, the feeling of her slick cunt against your own, the sound of her airy moans drifting around the bedroom. It was almost enough to take you out of your body.

You didn’t know exactly when you came. All you could register was that you did finish once if not twice, and that she had too. At some point, Rick had rejoined to stroke along your jaw and neck again. It was all just the best kind of blurry.

The three of you went at it until you were barely capable of moving anymore, when you were sure that the effects of that serum were starting to fade and let you be.

You lied between them, body limp and eyes half-lidded. Michonne was to your right and Rick took up your left, both of them pretty exhausted as well.

“Do you feel better?” she whispered in your ear.

“Mhm,” you said weakly.

Silence overtook the room for a few minutes more. Only the sound of breathing could be heard. Your mind was beginning to return to its full, lust-free capacity. Thoughts began forming without the background buzz of desire.

“‘m sorry that I got that stuff on my hand and that you two had to like… do this,” you said. It was a weak apology, especially since you had so obviously enjoyed yourself, but you still felt obligated to say it.

“Don’t worry about it,” Rick said. “I told you we didn’t mind. Not at all.”

“Really, you don’t have to feel embarrassed, baby. It was just like a little push towards something we wanted,” Michonne added with a faint smile.

You nodded. In a way it was true. As awkward as things had been at first, overall you couldn’t say you were too mad about the results the pink serum provided. If only it had made it through testing before society collapsed. It probably would have been a hit.

You started to sit up. “I can sleep back at my place if you guys want. I don’t wanna cause any more trouble,” you said.

Both of them stopped you. Rick with a hand on your shoulder and Michonne with her arm across your waist.

“There’s no need to go runnin’ off, sweetheart. Just relax. You don’t have to worry about anything. We’ll get you cleaned up in the morning. It won’t be a thing,” he said softly, easing you back down.

Michonne nodded in agreement before nuzzling at your neck. “And tomorrow we can talk about maybe doing this again sometime when you’re not overwhelmed by any outside interference,” she said, lightly teasing.

And that was all it took to get you back down, completely pliant between them.

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