[ WARNINGS:: smut, Alcoholic beverages, unprotected sex (use protection!), lesbian sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex (both receiving), Submissive reader, Michonne and Rick dominant, a failed attempt at rough sex, threesome (m, f, f), masturbation (m) , 18+, a slight fetish for reproduction (if you pay attention), consensual betrayal (Rick and Michonne are together but have sex with the reader willingly), That's all I think.]
My first time writing about sex, and I changed the theme of my account. I think this imagine is awful, but I spent hours writing it.
The day had been exhausting, but productive. Rick, Michonne, and you had gone out on a supply run. You had joined the group a year ago, when Daryl and Aaron found you alone and covered in walker blood. Unintentionally, you quickly caught the attention of Alexandria’s leading couple, and they caught yours.
You felt guilty for being attracted to both of them, but even if you tried to like someone else, they were always on your mind. You knew they would never see you the same way you saw them. But little did you know how terribly wrong you were.
After searching several houses on the outskirts of a town near Alexandria, you found what you needed: medicine, canned food, clothes, and, most importantly, a rare discovery: three bottles of whiskey and one sealed bottle of red wine, hidden in the basement of an abandoned house.
You decided to spend the night in that house, staying in the living room while you talked. The alcohol went down easily after the long day. Glasses taken from the kitchen were filled and emptied as the fire crackled in the fireplace. Laughter came more freely, and the walls came down.
Sitting on the sofa drinking your glass of whiskey, you felt the heat burning down your throat and into your stomach. Rick sat with his arm along the back of the couch, embracing Michonne, who was relaxed beside him, her voice huskier than usual.
The conversation started innocently, but the alcohol took it in another direction.
“How long has it been since you last had sex?” Michonne asked suddenly, direct as always, with a curious little smile.
You laughed, feeling your face heat up, but the whiskey loosened your tongue. “It’s been a while… The last time was with two guys, in a threesome. It was weird. One of them was kind of selfish, only thinking about his own pleasure. The other one actually knew what he was doing… he was the only one who made me come that night. But even so, it wasn’t anything special.”
Rick raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes darkening as he took another sip. He leaned forward slightly, interested.“Interesting…” he murmured. “I had my experiences before the world ended. A few women before Lori, some wild nights. After Lori died, it took me a long time to feel real desire again. Until Michonne.” He looked at her with intense affection. “With her it’s different. It’s intense. We understand each other as much with our bodies as we do with our minds.”
“Ugh, sweetness…” you grumbled, refilling your glass halfway and downing it in one go.
Michonne smiled and ran her hand along Rick’s thigh before looking at you. “We’ve been fantasizing a lot lately,” she confessed bluntly. “About you. About what it would be like to have you in our bed. Rick and I have come a few times just imagining you between us… touching you, fucking you, hearing you moan our names.”
The silence that fell was heavy, thick with sexual tension. Your heart pounded in your chest. The alcohol made everything easier to admit.
“I would have sex with you both,” you said, your voice low but clear, setting the glass down on the floor beside your foot. “I’ve thought about it too. Many times.”
Rick let out a slow breath, as if he’d been holding it in for months. Michonne moved first. She cupped your face with both hands and kissed you deeply, her warm, experienced tongue invading your mouth. You moaned softly against her lips. Rick watched, already visibly hard inside his pants.
Michonne pulled your shirt up, revealing a black bra with a heart-shaped pendant in the center. Her hands moved to the clasp, unhooked it, and tossed it onto the growing pile of clothes.
In a matter of minutes, you were lying naked on the rug while Michonne sucked on your breasts and Rick kissed his way down your stomach to your pussy. His tongue was skilled, licking and sucking like a starving man. Michonne kissed you, muffling your moans with her mouth as Rick slid two fingers inside you without taking his mouth off your pussy.
Michonne trailed kisses from your lips down to your breasts, giving attention to your left one while her hand slid to your clit, rubbing it in fast, firm circles. You moaned, and soon that familiar feeling of an orgasm building, the one you knew so well from touching yourself in your room, arrived. You rolled your hips against Rick’s face and came hard, moaning his name loudly as you arched your back.
Rick licked up everything you gave him eagerly, cleaning you, then stood up, pulling off his shirt and desperately unbuckling his belt. Michonne gave you one last kiss before getting up to remove her own clothes while Rick positioned himself between your legs. His cock was so hard it hurt, the head already leaking precum.
Rick entered you slowly but deeply, stretching your walls with his thick cock. You moaned a little louder, the air leaving your lungs with his thrust. He let you adjust to his size, undeniably the biggest you’d ever had inside you, and when you lifted your hips slightly against him, he began to move.
His thrusts were hard and rhythmic, his firm hands gripping your hips as he guided them. “So tight… fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled as he fucked you. He leaned down over your breasts, taking one into his mouth without slowing his pace.
You moaned nonstop, the sensation too good. You wrapped your legs around his waist, making him go even deeper, making you see stars.
Michonne watched everything while touching herself. Soon you replaced her hand with yours, fingering her pussy while Rick fucked you.
Michonne moaned, surrendering to your hand, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip. She ground against your fingers as her orgasm approached.
You knew she was close by the way her pussy clenched, so you slid a third finger inside her, speeding up your movements. She came with a moan, grinding on your fingers and riding the waves of pleasure.
Rick now had his face buried in your neck, groaning as his cock twitched inside your pussy. He was close too. He moved his hand down to your clit, rubbing it, and soon you moaned his name loudly again, cumming on his cock and making him groan hoarsely as he came inside you.
You felt thick, heavy spurts filling you, which only gave you more pleasure. The thought that he had cum inside you left you even more aroused, and you sighed as you felt him pull out.
He was still half-hard. He sat on the sofa, his cock glistening with a mix of his cum and your juices, watching.
Michonne didn’t waste time. She quickly straddled you. “Now it’s our turn,” she whispered, pinning your wrists above your head. She positioned herself over you, her wet pussy against yours, and started moving. Your clits rubbed together, wet and sensitive, joining the sounds of your needy, pleading moans in the empty room. You two kissed, swallowing each other’s moans, your breasts rubbing together. Michonne made a point of pressing her tits against yours, which made her want to cum all over them.
Rick watched, slowly stroking his own cock, which was getting hard again at the sight of the two of you. “You two are so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice deep as he groaned softly and sped up his hand, cumming just from watching them fuck.
Michonne moved faster, the friction growing more intense. You came first, moaning her name as your body convulsed. She followed right after, trembling against you, your juices mixing together.
Rick, fully hard again, joined once more. He fucked you slowly while you were still sensitive, Michonne sucking on your nipples and kissing your neck. Then he switched, fucking Michonne hard while you sat on her face, letting her lick you until you came again.
Michonne devoured you with pleasure. Her moans made your pussy clench against her tongue as your hips ground against her mouth. You barely noticed when Rick started penetrating her, you were too lost in the pleasure she was giving you. But when Rick slapped your ass, you glanced back slightly, mouth open as moans escaped. Rick was fucking Michonne, then grabbed your chin, leaning in to kiss you so you could taste Michonne on his tongue, which made you moan into his mouth.
You came again soon after with a loud moan, climbing off her exhausted, sweaty, and thoroughly fucked.
Michonne was now moaning loudly as Rick leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her moans while they reached their climax together.
The three of you ended up exhausted, sweaty, and lying on the rug. A silence settled, but it was a comfortable one.
“It wasn’t just the alcohol, right?” Rick asked quietly, staring at the ceiling.
“No,” you answered, breathless.
Michonne intertwined her fingers with yours, stroking the back of your hand. “Then this doesn’t end here. You’re ours now.”
This is the worst thing I've ever written; to me, it's awful. What about you?
