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three’s a party- a joel x tess x reader story
summary: joel knows you, his pretty little girlfriend, has always harbored sexual feelings for tess. he can’t help but oblige you on your birthday.
warnings: joel watches you and tess fuck, he basically gets cucked by tess, porn with no plot, bisexual reader, smut (f on f action, f & m receiving oral, tribbing, unprotected sex, very brief sir kink, light mentions of choking, spiting, daddy kink, dirty talk, use of the word whore and slut, dom!tess, sub!reader, kind of sub!joel (?), threesome)
notes: this is pure filth. i love it. mdni, or else!!! (not spell checked or edited….. sorry besties)
The room was damp, and smelled mildly of mildew.
Outside, the rush of dusk had plastered the night sky in shades of navy and onyx, no light inside the little square room except the dangling bulb which swung from the ceiling, a flickering twinge of gold illuminating the four corners with every sway of the string.
The mattress was old and stale, the coils squeaking with every movement, and to the side, a tattered arm chair the color of the earth rested without movement. Sitting on the dirty cover was Joel Miller, the man who had been responsible for orchestrating this night. And now there he was, watching his girl moan and writhe with pleasure, her legs pushed back by the hands of his work partner, Tess.
You didn’t have to ask Joel or say anything outright for him to notice that desire which lingered in your eyes each time you saw Tess. The way you would suck your bottom lip between in your teeth when her chest brushed against yours, the way you would let out a quiet sigh every time her fingers pushed a strand of hair from your face.
Joel Miller wasn’t an idiot.
It was the end of the world, and he didn’t mind sharing you. Well, not with Tess, anyways. He trusted her and loved her like family, but if anyone else tried to get funny with you, he’d have their head served up on a silver platter just for you, à la John the Baptist style.
When your birthday rolled around the corner, he knew just what he had to do for his pretty babydoll: indulge you- In the one way he knew you’d like best.
It took some convincing with Tess.
“I don’t want you trying to kill me for touching your girl.” She had joked, arms crossed as she stared at him plainly. “Are you sure she wants this?”
“‘Course she does. You ain’t dumb. She ‘bout loses her mind every time you get close to her.” They shared a laugh, and Tess soon agreed.
But with you, well, it took no convincing at all. You about jumped out of your skin with excitement when he brought the idea up, happily complying to the plan he had in mind. You trusted him deeply, more than anyone else on the earth, and knew he would always take good care of you.
And now you were here, in this situation. On the two decades’ old mattress with Tess’ tongue swirling circles around your clit, lapping at your soaked cunt as though you were the last thing she would ever taste. From the corner of your eye you saw Joel, sitting and watching you with his lips pressed into a thin line, arms crossed and face void of any emotion. If he didn’t have a massive boner tenting the fabric of his jeans, you would have wondered if he was growing angry.
No. No anger there. Not an ounce of it.
Your hands clenched the fabric of the cotton sheets tightly within your fists, nails tearing at the seams as the woman you had craved for so long lapped up every drop of your wetness. You were in Heaven, her skilled tongue exploring every inch of you that cried out. She hadn’t missed a spot on your clit, flicking it and slurping incessantly, until you were putty in her hands, for her to play with freely.
Tess pulled away, middle finger sinking deep into your tight hole. She looked up, an arrogant smirk crossing her lips, and relished in the quiet mewl you let out for her.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you pretty girl?”
You whimpered in response, hips bucking up as she flicked her finger just right, tapping up against your g-spot. Your thighs quivered.
“Tess!” You cried out. “Please.”
“No, no, no.” She climbed on top of you, naked cunt straddling your thigh, ring and middle finger now sunk deep into your entrance. Tess leaned forward, lips brushing against your ear, tongue licking a stripe against that sensitive patch of skin that always made you shiver. “You call me daddy.”
With wide eyes your neck snapped towards Joel, who was still watching you wordlessly, eyes dark, hands resting on the arms of the chair. He didn’t speak, didn’t flinch, didn’t make any sort of move. He only watched, like a statue stuck in place, eyes on you, and you only.
Tess began to grind herself against your thigh, a soft groan leaving her, before she grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up. “Not him. Me. Eyes on me.” The blunt edge of her nails sunk into your skin, and you felt her knee gently brush against your clit.
“Need you.” You begged breathlessly. “Need you.”
“Need me how? Tell daddy. What do you need from me, baby?” She cooed softly to you, her words dripping with a faux sense of worry. Behind her closed lips, you heard a faint snicker. Tess was getting off on this. She was getting off on seeing you beg, on seeing you come- quite literally- undone.
“Rub your pussy on mine, please….” A few beats passed before you spoke again. “Daddy.”
Tess grinned down at you, pushing your legs back before lowering herself, her pretty pink cunt pressed flush against yours.
Joel grunted. It was the first time he had made any noise. You glanced over at him, gently extending your hand. “Joel?” You called out softly, beckoning him forward. He wasted no time making his way to you, crouching down by the bed as he grasped your hand, plush lips pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.
“I’m here, darlin’. Right here.”
“Stay right here. Stay.” You whispered.
You looked down at Tess’ pussy on yours. She kept her pubic hair short, yet it was still there, and it looked damn good on her. Her clit was bigger than yours, sticking out from her folds in a way that made your mouth water. Pink and pretty, dripping just from pleasing you. Your hips bucked up at the feeling, completely involuntarily.
Tess looked down at your connected cunts, and slowly dragged her clit up and down between your folds, her hands pressed flat against your thighs as she watched, lip stuck between her teeth.
“God, you’re fucking soaked. She get this wet for you, Texas?” Arrogance dripped from her words.
“Wetter.” He grunted, arrogance matching hers, with his eyes burning right into your face. You turned your head to look at Joel, and he gently pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “How’s it feel, baby?”
“So good. So fucking good.” You whined. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead, rough hand cupping your cheek.
“Such a good girl, you know that? Takin’ it like a fuckin’ champ. Yeah, that’s my good girl. Such a good slut for your daddies, ain’t ya?” His voice was low and deep in your ear, for you only.
You looked at Tess, feeling her own clit circling yours. You gasped out softly, her throbbing button slowly poking through your folds, barely penetrating you, but doing so just enough that you felt that familiar tingle of arousal shoot up your body. Tess lowered her hand, flicking your nipple, before her calloused fingers dragged down the softness of your belly, finding your clit and pinching it lightly.
“You really are a good girl, aren’t you?” She purred, thumb rolling circles into your bud. “You’re wet as a fucking waterfall. Such a cute pussy, too. You know that? So fucking tight and pink, I might just steal you from Joel, make you mine.”
A low growl of annoyance came from beside you. “Watch it Tess.” He warned.
She giggled a girlish giggle, her pussy dragging up and down against yours. “Just kidding. No need to get your cock in a knot, Miller.”
You whined as she grinded against you, her wetness seeping in to your own. “I think I’m gonna cum on this little pussy of yours.”
Joel tightened his grip on your hand, leaning forward and kissing your temple, right where your sweat was gathering. You were whining and squirming, your orgasm right there, yet still so far away. You looked at your boyfriend, and he kissed you deeply, hand slowly moving to your throat where he held you in place, his tongue slipping between your lips. You moaned at the taste of his spit, hips bucking in to Tess’, her throbbing clit pressing against your own.
“God fucking damn.” You heard her groan, feeling her arousal dripping down your own thighs. You reached towards her, free hand finding her chest, pinching and twisting her nipple. You guided her chest closer to yours, pulling away from Joel’s mouth to meet hers. Tess kissed you hungrily, with a passion you were sure only a woman could ever carry.
Her nipples pressed into yours, brushing against one another as she fucked you with her cunt, up and down, the wanton noises of your wet slick filling the air. Your pussy was desperate to clench around something, clit tingling at the feeling of her friction. She shoved her tongue down your throat, sweaty body melding to yours, as she grunted and groaned into your throat.
You felt Tess shake with her own orgasm, grunting out your name as she pulled away from your mouth and grabbed the headboard, slowly rolling her hips into your own, staring at your connected pussies, watching the strings of cum tie her folds to your own. Milly white and dripping, she watched her folds fall open as she dragged them down your throbbing clit, moaning out at the sight.
She looked at Joel. “You want to make her cum, or me?”
“Why not both?” The smirk was evident in his voice. You moaned out in annoyance when she got off of you, annoyed at the lack of contact on your clit.
“Don’t worry, angel.” Joel murmured, nibbling at your ear lobe. “She’s gonna make you cum real nice. Then your real daddy is gonna fuck you nice and dumb.”
“Oh.” You moaned out softly at his words, tangling your hand in his curls. “Yes sir.” You murmured softly, and Joel let out a throaty chuckle, his lips attaching to your neck.
As your eyes fluttered close at the feeling of Joel sucking on your skin, your felt your legs being pushed up, and you were soon met with the feeling of Tess’ lips wrapping around your sensitive bud. She dipped her fingers into your soaked pussy, tasting her own cum and your arousal heavy on her tongue.
“You’re a fucking bastard for keeping this pussy away from me for so long, Miller. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tried.” She continued licking at your clit, eyes slowly dragging to meet yours, now half open and heavy with arousal. “Ain’tcha, baby? So fucking sweet. Here, have a taste.” She dragged her fingers from your folds, reaching up towards your lips until you were sucking on them.
You moaned, her cum sweet and salty in your mouth. You continued sucking on them, slowly looking at Joel with a flicker of playfulness sparkling in your eyes. You treated her two digits like a cock, bobbing slowly, eyes never leaving your boyfriends. You finally pulled away with a pop, and Joel groaned out.
“Enough.” He growled, standing up and shoving his jeans down. His cock sprung out, and he pressed his tip against your lips. “Suck. Now.” He demanded.
You whined out as Tess removed her lips from your clit, instead opting to tease your folds, her tongue shoving deep inside of you. You leaned forward towards Joel’s dick, wrapping your lips around it as he grabbed your hand, his fingers interlocking with yours. His free hand reached down, gently rubbing the side of your head.
“That’s it. Suck this cock off, babydoll. Such a good fuckin’ girl for me.” His hips stuttered against you as you took him inch by inch, his tip reaching the back of your throat. You gagged softly, pulling ever so softly away, before beginning to bob up and down, your tongue swirling against the veined underside of his length.
Between your legs, Tess was slurping up your wetness, and when her lips attached to your clit again, you knew your orgasm was soon approaching. How you had lasted for so long was beyond you, you had no clue. You shivered against her pretty face, hips bucking as she returned to fingering you. That, mixed with the feeling of her lips on your clit, did your head in.
You cried out against Joel’s cock, which twitched in your mouth at the sound of your pleasure, your climax hitting you like a double decker bus. It felt so good, in fact, tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes.
You tried to focus on his cock, but you only got sloppier, tongue wild against his dick as you bucked your hips and clenched around her fingers, panting like a bitch in heat at the feeling of your orgasm.
“Get away from her, Joel.”
He grunted in annoyance, nonetheless obeying. Tess laid down on the bed, wiping her shining mouth off with the back of her hand, and patted her lap. “Sit.” She ordered you. Crawling over, you sat on her lap, your back pressed against her chest. “Joel, fuck her.”
A smirk spread across his face, and he positioned himself between your legs, pushing into you in one swift motion, right to the hilt. You moaned out. Tess’ hand crept to your neck, and as she grabbed it, she tilted your head back.
“Open your mouth, baby. Want you to taste yourself.” You leaned your head back against her shoulder, opening your mouth. Tess spit on to your tongue, the taste of your mixed cum and her spit sliding down your throat. You moaned at the flavor.
Joel filled you and stretched you good. He always had. It was like his cock was built specifically for your pussy.
“So fuckin’ good, angel.” He mumbled, his hands dragging up and down your sides. Joel’s thrusts were sloppy, and you knew he wasn’t going to last very long.
“We promised her two orgasms, Texas.” Tess purred. “So you better not cum fast.”
He panted out in annoyance, cheeks reddening as his arousal climbed and clawed up his body, his throat growing raw with desire. Joel’s palms dug into your hips, where he held you down in place against the mattress.
You could feel Tess’ wet cunt against your ass, and slowly her hands began to massage into your skin, until she reached your pussy once more.
“That pretty little clit is just begging for attention, isn’t it?” She whispered in your ear, biting down on your skin. “Should I oblige her?”
“Yes.” You begged.
Her hand came smacking down against your pussy, the sudden feeling causing you to jolt. “Yes what?” She asked lowly.
“Yes daddy.”
Joel groaned at the sound, the tip of his cock pressing against that spot each time he thrust. You weren’t sure how long you would last if he continued his thrusts, especially with Tess’ fingers exploring your pussy.
“That’s a good, good girl.” She began rubbing slow, deep circles against your clit, her hand still tight around your throat. “You really are such a sweet thing.”
You breathed out a jumble of syllables in response, feeling Joel’s fingers gently work at your nipples.
“My sweet thing.” He whispered, and your eyes fluttered open to look at him. Your eyes met, and a shared smile spread across your faces. Joel reached down, gently pressing his palm to your cheek. A shared moment of intimacy in an otherwise heinous, ungodly, sexually depraved scene. Your hand gently wrapped itself around the back of his, pressing him closer to your skin.
“So sweet.” Tess mumbled dryly, sarcastically, and you felt her mouth connect against your neck. You moaned out, and she grinned. “Just a dumb little fuck toy at the end of the day, aren’t you?”
You nodded, legs parting even further as your second orgasm loomed. Joel’s cock twitched inside you, and he leaned forward until he was pressed against you, his face resting in the crook of your neck.
“I-I’m gonna cum again.” You whined, Tess’ skillful fingers still working your clit.
“What about you, Texas?” Tess asked, her lips still working the skin of your neck.
“Please.” He growled through gritted teeth.
“Fine.” She finally gave permission, albeit rather dismissively.
Joel buried himself as deep as he could inside of you, spilling his seed with a loud growl, teeth clenching down on to your shoulder as you shared your orgasm. Waves of pleasure rolled over you, and you wrapped your arms around Joel, holding on to him as tightly as you could. Your belly clenched, clit growing sensitive as Tess carried you through your high, her fingers still rubbing up and down your sensitive nub.
Joel slowly pulled away, but Tess kept rubbing.
“Please.” You whimpered, more tears pooling in your eyes. “Too sensitive.” You tried to push her hand away, but Joel grabbed ahold of your wrist, planting a kiss to your forehead.
“Let her, babydoll. Let her use that pussy.” He whispered. As your over-sensitive clit was toyed with, Joel leaned forward, forehead resting on yours.
You whined breathlessly at that raw, burning feeling which cascaded through you, mixed with the coveted feeling of pleasure as Tess rubbed. Joel’s nose brushed into yours, his eyes boring in to your own.
“That’s my babydoll. Taking it so good. You’re such a good girl for me.” He whispered, gently pressing a series of mini-kisses into your mouth. “For us.” He corrected himself, which Tess moaned in agreement too.
“Thank you.” You moaned out earnestly, kissing him once more. You felt your belly tightening once more.
“Third one’s always the easiest.” Tess snickered, rubbing your clit between her index and thumb. “‘Specially when you’re just a pretty little fuck thing.”
Joel stared into your eyes, a grin gleaming over his lips, as your third and final orgasm washed over you. As you came, his name chanted from your mouth, and you collapsed into Tess’ chest, bodies sweaty and hot.
Joel pulled you in to his arms, cradling you to his chest as Tess threw on her shirt. She grinned at the both of you.
“Pretty cute together, y’know.” She admitted, running a hand through her hair. “Was this a good birthday?”
You let out a soft laugh, slowly coming to your senses as you nodded. “The best one I’ve ever had.”
Tess mirrored your own laugh, and you watched her fingers as she buckled her belt. “Let’s do it again sometime?”
As Joel kissed your neck, you smiled at her. “We can pretend my birthday is next week?”
The three of you shared a knowing look, and each of you knew what you had gotten yourself in to for the coming days, weeks, months- however long you possibly could. A pit of sexual desire and craving that would probably never be satiated, but none of you really cared.
All you knew is that the three of you had always made a great team, and you know what they say- three’s a party.
“Deal.”
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Thunder (SMBU part 4)
2k9 | Joel Miller x fem reader x Tess Servopoulos
Chapt summary: you’re threatened and rebel against Joel
Warnings: 18+ mdni. Noncon/dubcon (captivity, threats), dark
FF, threesome (FFM), oral (m/f), fisting, degradation, spanking, spitting, slapping, squirting, light rimming, piv, facials, angst, mentions of dvp, anal and gangbang
Writer chose not to use all warnings. If you need to know before you read, DM me
a/n: reader's girlfriend is described as “she/her” in italics
Heed the warnings. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, do not pursue reading. This fic isn't for everyone, and that's ok. I don't condone any of this.
Thank you @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for beta-ing and listening to me whine 😄💕🫶
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You woke up in the middle of the night, hearing moans. Thinking Joel, Tommy or one of the guards was with her. You went to the bathroom to get a glass of water but froze when you heard a moan you didn't recognize. Feminine. Your throat tightened. No other women from the camp had come to your house since you arrived. You moved closer to the half-open bedroom door. The light of the moon allowed you to discern their bodies. Her face was between a woman’s thighs and this woman was holding her head against her pussy. Her back was arched with pleasure.
Before you had time to figure out what to do, a hand covered your mouth to stop you from screaming in surprise. Joel. You didn't even hear him come up the stairs. He nodded towards your bedroom and closed the door behind you two once you entered. Your heart was beating way too fast, because of…jealousy? Fuck.
“Who is she?” you managed to ask, trying to keep your feelings to yourself.
“Her name’s Tess. She’s not so much into dicks. She loves cunts. And she loves your girlfriend’s cunt,” he added, “sorry baby, you should get used to it. She’ll fuck you too.”
You tried to remain impassive again. Even if he gave you too much information. Much more than you wanted to hear and could handle.
“I’ve never seen her before.”
“She runs another camp for me. She's like Tommy, let's say. And she loves pussy as much as he does”, he smirked.
You felt a spike sink into your heart.
“Looks like someone’s jealous” he chuckled, before saying “come suck my dick, it’ll change your mind.”
You knelt down and took his cock in your mouth, trying to forget. But even when he shot his cum all over your face, you couldn't think of anything else.
The next day, you tried to behave as usual with her. It wasn’t a normal world, nor a normal life. You were just bodies available to raiders. You had just never imagined that women could be raiders, too.
So when she placed her hand on yours in the kitchen, you tried not to tense up. Not to remove yours. You knew that you were unfair in your feelings, but you had the impression that the only thing that brought sweetness in your life no longer belonged to you.
A guard came to take you to the fuckhouse, as you called it now. You didn't expect to see Joel and Tess there.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered. You didn't move, your eyes fixed on Tess.
“The fuck are you waiting for? Get undressed.”
“I can’t…I can’t fuck her.”
And for the first time, she spoke to you, but you wished she hadn't when you heard her response.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be in charge. I'm gonna fuck you, you'll just have to take it. See if you’re worth it.”
They both were looking at you like you were a piece of meat, and you resigned yourself to undress.
“Come on baby. A mouth is a mouth, right?” he said. At that moment, you hated him.
You lay down on your back and she came to settle between your thighs. Your body and mind were closed, and you were mechanically waiting for her to do what she wanted. Joel was leaning against the window sill. That guy had immense self control. You thought about it every time he watched you being fucked by his men, usually coming last to rail you and mix his cum with the spend of those who’d used you before him.
Tess’s tongue along your folds made you forget about Joel. You didn't want to cum. You didn't want to give her that part of you. But her tongue was soft and precise, she knew exactly where to slide, where to linger. When she added a finger and started sucking your clit, you almost forgot your convictions. Two fingers slid into your now sopping pussy, fucking you gently. She had already found the right spot and you were struggling to hold back your moans. Her tongue swirled delicately on your clit, sometimes giving way to her lips which came to suck it. Within minutes, you were drooling on the bed. When she added a third finger, you muttered a “fuck…” and heard Joel chuckle. You were so focused on your sensations that you didn't even react to him, finally accepting the pleasure your body felt building. Your lower abdomen was hotter than ever.
“Make that slut squirt,” Joel said. You heard her laugh against your pussy. A laugh that meant “of course she’s going to squirt.” She showed such confidence. You saw her as a female version of Joel, and you might have feared her almost more than him.
She had barely started licking your clit again when you felt like you were losing all control over your body, and you squirted for the first time in your life, feeling like you were drowning the mattress. Your cheeks were hot, ashamed of having given her more than anyone else.
Tess didn't stop her movements and pushed a fourth finger into your pussy.
“Wait, what…what are you doing?”
“Oh, you’re gonna give me more than that, baby.”
You saw Joel take off his clothes and position himself behind her, spanking her to make her put her ass up.
When he was sliding his cock into her pussy, he didn't take his eyes off you. She raised her face for a few seconds and stopped licking your clit, getting used to Joel's cock. You saw her face, her eyes closed in pleasure. Joel’s gaze was still fixed on you. It was the first time you saw him from that angle, buried in a pussy. His broad shoulders, his biceps, all his muscles tightened.
Instantly, she followed the same rhythm with her fingers in your pussy as his dick in hers.
“I thought you weren’t into dicks?” you dared to ask. Joel froze inside her to let her respond, hands on her hips. You knew he was buried deep inside her. You knew he loved that, these moments where he displayed his dominance by being buried in a cunt, the woman full of his cock.
She smiled when he stopped, fully aware of what he was doing, too.
“Not so much. But sometimes I like to get fucked, and well…he’s the boss, right? By the way, your roommate has a really nice pussy. And she knows how to eat one, too.”
She fucking winked at you just before Joel started fucking her again, slowly. He kept looking at you, and you hated the smug look on their faces, the way they didn't care about you or your feelings.
When she rested her lips against your clit, her moans made you vibrate and a second orgasm swept through you, without you feeling it coming. You felt physically exhausted. Emptied. But she still didn't stop, and Joel fucked her gently so as not to hinder her movements. You felt spread apart like never before, and she pushed four of her fingers deeper. You couldn't believe it when you squirted again.
“Fuck, did you see that, Joel?” she chuckled. “The bitch is wrecked.”
She spat on your pussy even though the sounds of her four digits sliding inside you left no doubt that you were wet. Soaked. And she added her thumb to the other fingers, squeezing them together as closely as possible, to let you get used to it. Then moving deeper.
“What are you doing? Stop it, please, you’re gonna hurt me. Please…”
But she didn't stop, and even added “told you, you’re gonna take it.”
You realized finally what she was talking about. And you thought that you could never take her whole hand.
“Don’t worry, you’ll take it”, Joel said. “We fucked your cunt with two dicks, multiple times. If you had been a whore, you’d have earned a lot of money with that pussy, baby.” He was reveling in the situation, you could see it in his eyes.
She spat again, twice. On your pussy and on her hand. Continuing to push. You felt your folds spread apart painfully, until the knuckle of her outstretched hand bumped against your pussy. She leaned down, sucking on your clit, then swirling the tip of her tongue over it. While continuing to lightly push her hand in you.
“Give her another one, baby. Come on her hand. Be a good girl, give it to her. And give it to me. Come on, baby.”
His praise was turning you on. You thought about all those times they fucked you with two cocks. Joel and Tommy's dicks opening you up, and your pussy accepting them. You came again, your moans almost becoming screams. And she pushed more, making your pussy give way. You felt torn apart. She didn't stop until her hand was down to her wrist. “Oh fuck, fuck!” you shouted.
You felt full. Fuller than with two cocks in your pussy. And you hoped none of the men would think about fisting you, because her slender hand was already spreading you apart more than you thought was possible.
Although you were getting used to it and the sensation was now giving you way too much pleasure for your liking.
You started to moan again, and her hand began sliding in more easily.
“Shit that’s hot”, growled Joel. “I’m gonna fuck her now. Not sure I’ll feel something though”. Your cheeks heated at his degrading words.
She withdrew her hand gently and brought it back to Joel's mouth while he was still buried inside her. He licked her fingers as he was looking at you.
“Get on all fours”, he told you.
You got on your hands and knees and she laid down in front of you, her pussy level with your face. Joel spanked you, sensing your reluctance. “Better make her come,” he said, menacingly. He pressed down on your head to put your face against her pussy. You submitted, ass in the air. He spread your ass cheeks with his hands and licked you, from your pussy to your ass. When he took his cock in his hand to thrust into you, hands clinging to your hips, your tongue was buried in her pussy. Her hands held your face against her.
“Fuck, should have told Tommy to join us to feel something. Seems like the whole camp banged you.” You held back your tears when you heard him. Thinking about what your life had become since he’d captured you. Even though you knew it could have been worse. It can always be worse, right? But that time, his words hit you right in the heart. He wanted to hurt you, and you didn't know why. Was he jealous of your relationship with her?
He pulled out, and tugged on your legs so you lay down. He placed all his weight on you, crashing you under his weight without mercy, leaving only his legs on the bed against your tightened thighs. He pressed your face against her pussy again, growling in your ear as he thrusted.
“Spread wider”, he told Tess. And he stuck his fingers in her pussy while you licked her clit. She moaned, louder and louder.
“Come for us, baby”, he told her. He spoke in a softer tone when he addressed her. And once again your heart was pricked. He was trying to hurt you.
When she came, she held your face against her, and her pussy jerked against Joel's fingers.
“On your knees, both of you. Open up, tongues out.”
You knelt as he physically dominated both of you, jerking his cock with his hand until he came all over your tongues.
You came home, and when you entered her bedroom, her things were gone. You ran down the stairs wanting to go back to the fuckhouse, but Joel was already coming.
“Inside”, he ordered you, grabbing your elbow.
“Where is she?”
“She’s moving to Tess’s camp. Tonight.”
You couldn't believe it. You couldn't believe he was acting like this, when he had always been, if not affectionate, at least never cruel.
“Why are you doing this? You think it’s easy for us here? Or you don’t even care for a fucking second?”
“Tess needs a new toy. I don't think your girlfriend is upset about going there, anyway.”
And you felt something switch inside you. You couldn't let him and Tess take her away from you. You couldn't imagine living here anymore, without her. Without her arms and lips to warm your body and soul at night. A cold anger gripped you, and you let it possess your entire mind.
“If it’s her wish to leave with Tess, fine. But if you force her...I swear to God I’ll turn this place to ashes and when you come to this house, you’ll find me dead in her bed. As a reminder that you lost everything because of your actions."
You saw his face tighten in surprise, and his breath stopped for a moment.
“You’re just a bitch. And you know where those who misbehave end up.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, really. ‘Cos you love my cunt too much to put me in the shithouse. There aren't many women here. In this house, it’ll be just me, if you make her leave. I saw two women the day I arrived. There are two women in the shithouse. So five women. Maybe a couple more that had kids and I don’t know them. What are you gonna do when you have only three women? two women? zero? Fuck your guards? Oh yeah, well… a mouth is a mouth right? So are holes.”
He slapped you. Stronger than he had ever done the other times, where it was more like a dominance sex game than anything else. You brought your hand to your hot cheek, and you couldn't help but smirk.
“Finally”, you said. “Finally, Joel the cold-blooded raider, is losing his cool.”
A second slap hit you, even harder than the first one, proving you were right. He called one of his guards through the window to watch over you, and left.
She didn't leave the camp. That evening, she returned to your house. You saw her coming back, when you were in the warehouse where he had locked you.
You knew your rebellion would have consequences. You didn't wait long to find out which one exactly. When a machete hit the wooden table, you were relieved that Joel only cut your little finger off.
After cauterizing your wound, he left you there until the next day.
When he picked you up and brought you to the fuckhouse, your throat tightened. Your little finger wouldn’t be the only punishment. She was there, sitting on a chair. A guard had a gun pointed at her head, and several of his men were there.
“Fuck her”, Joel told his men pointing at you. “You don’t have to make her cum. If she does, good for her, but it’s not your problem today. Don't fuck her ass. I want at least one hole still tight for me tonight.”
He turned to you “If you misbehave, you'll regret not having let her go with Tess.” He nodded to the armed guard.
Finally, he told her “enjoy watching her getting fucked hard. This is the consequence of what she did for you.”
When you got home, the sun had set. You went to lie down on your bed and she held you close, healing your wounds as she held you against her. More psychological than physical. Even though they were usually the worst.
“I’m so sorry”, she said.
“Don’t. I regret nothing.”
She kissed your forehead and said “thank you. For everything.” She paused before adding “my name is Victoria. I've never told my real name to anyone here. I didn't want them to have that part of me. I don’t care if they know it now. You’re the first one to know, it’s all that matters. You can call me Vic.”
“Vic” you repeated. “You’re mine, Vic. And I’m yours”, you told her, caressing her cheek with your bandaged hand and smiling gently at her. You kissed, and you already knew that your heart was healing.
She held you against her for a few minutes, before saying “Joel is gonna come tonight.”
“I know. I will be ok.”
You knew it deep down. Joel knew that you’d be obedient again. You just wanted him not to take her away from you. He could have punished you much harsher, but you were apparently right in your reasoning. Women were a rare resource, as Tommy had told you the first day. Joel needed his soldiers to be calm and trustable. As long as they would have enough food and cunts to fuck, everything would be fine.
When he entered your bedroom, he gestured for her to go to hers.
As he unzipped his jeans and approached the bed, he warned you, “If you do something like that again, not even your pussy will save you.”
You nodded.
He made sure to make you cum, before and while fucking your ass.
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“I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything” F. Scott Fitzgerald
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if I'm still alive, my regrets are few
PIMP!Joel masterlist
paring: Joel Miller x fem!afab!Reader
rating: explicit
word count: 6k
summary: still scared of what's to come your brain comes up with an unexpected escape plan, that forses you to learn things about yourself
warnings (for the chapter): FonF 69 (thank you @milla-frenchy for the inspiration and prompt), oral m receiving, fingering, questionable sex positions but it works in my head; light praise kink; light dirty talk, Tess is a queen
a/n: wow, it's here, isn't it? i can't believe my eyes. un-betaed, finished at midnight, i will come back to edit if there are any magor mistakes i didn't see on my fifth reread. hope you enjoy it, don't forget to leave a comment!
ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴄᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇ. ꜱᴛᴀʏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ, ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴇx ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.
“Fuckety fuck, fuck, fuck!”
The smell of the burning food hit your nose and you ran out of the bathroom, hands covered in soapy foam up to your elbows. When you left Joel last night, it was with the heavy burden of guilt. You knew you shouldn’t have done that, yet you did it anyway and now you faced the consequences. Joel had more than every right to be angry with you, but you felt that nagging pang, that someone was rightfully mad at you, that he was mad at you, and it made you feel sick to your stomach.
You've been tossing and turning all night, expecting for Joel to show his face like he did the first night, but it looked like sex made him less of a light sleeper. Unable to find calmness in unconsciousness, you got up, making up your mind.
Obviously, you couldn't take what you did back, and you'd already said you were sorry, but you thought you could go an extra step, do something nice for Joel. If not to mend your relationship, then to at least make sure he wouldn't give you five clients in one day.
You shuddered.
You made peace with yourself, praying, meditating, and just turning off your brain accepting that the day had finally come. You knew that you learned enough to be a decent birdie, even though your confidence was still lacking. Sometimes you thought that you had some kind of a know-at-all syndrome, like you needed to know everything and maybe more to finally walk with you head up. Shaking your head, you sighed, there was no way Joel would spend any more of his time on you, he made that clear, but at least you could part on good terms.
That was how you ended up flooding his small bathroom with foam caused by using too much detergent, and burning the eggs you decided to make for breakfast at the same time.
You hurried to take the smoking pan off the stove, but the handle was too hot so you ended up dropping it barely escaping your feet.
“What the hell's goin' on?” Joel's groggy voice was not a surprise, yet you hoped you'd have some time to clean up. Plastering the sweetest smile you could manage, you looked up at him.
“Good morning, Joel, I made breakfast!”
He looked at your feet where the pan was still smoking, eggs burned to a crispy black edge, and raised his eyebrows. “If that's a good mornin', I'm afraid to ask what a bad one looks like.”
“I'm sorry.”
“Yeah, you seem to say that a lot.” He clenched his jaw and brought his hands to his face, rubbing his cheeks and bringing some color to them. “Can you fix that? I'll go wash up. We’ve got a long day.”
You just nodded, squatting to get the pan. The burnt smell made your eyes water, and you hurried to drop it in the sink, throwing away the egg remnants and filling the pan with water.
Water.
“What the fuck happened in the bath?!”
Fuck.
You pushed reheated yesterday’s dinner around your plate, every piece of food sticking to your throat, making it almost impossible to swallow. Joel in front of you didn’t seem to have such a problem. When he finished shoveling down the last bits of breakfast - both of you kept the space around you drenched in silence - he moved the plate away and leaned back on the chair. He tilted his head to the side a little, scratching the spot where the hair was missing on his outgrown stubble.
“Nervous?” His voice startled you, and you dropped the fork on the table creating more irritating noise.
“Nah,” you tried to brush off, but he looked at you intently, and you gave up. “Yeah, a lot.”
Joel nodded like he wasn’t expecting any other answer, he dropped his hand from his face and placed both of them on the table, hands in fists but not tense. “Don’t be.” He said simply, and you wanted to laugh at his ignorance. Like it was him that was going to sell his body to strangers. “You’re a good girl, have a good cunt. You’ll be just fine.”
You choked on air hearing his compliment but still mumbled thanks, not really convinced by his words. Joel let out a long breath, patting his stomach with one hand with the other still on the table.
“What are you nervous about?”
It was the longest conversation you had in the last three days, and you felt kind of grateful. Even if he didn’t really show it, you knew he’d just leave you wallowing in terror if at least a tiny bit of him didn’t care about you. That made you feel warm inside. Perhaps a burnt breakfast and half washed laundry was a key to a man’s heart.
“I don’t think I know…” you started slowly, trying to find the right words inside your brain. “I don’t know everything I need to know. Like,” a couple dozens of examples ran through your mind but you landed on the least helpful one. “What was the weirdest thing a client asked?”
Joel raised his brows, dark brown pools hidden under them looked at you with wonder. Clearly, he didn’t expect that. He sat up straighter, while still trying to keep his voice nonchalant.
“We’re not some… fetish club. Everything that happens at ‘Eden’ is pretty classical. Maybe…”
He stopped himself, and that only grabbed your attention more. You leaned on the table, as if moving closer to Joel would make him speak. Your bones were trembling with all the ideas your brain provided. How bad was it? Did they hang people up with hooks? Could clients cut you for the right price? Were they allowed to shove stuff in your? Your pussy clenched in fear.
“What?” You heard your voice tremble, already wound up from your own thoughts.
“I dunno,” Joel shrugged his shoulders and swiped his thumb over his brow, making the hairs stick out a little. “Sometimes women come and ask for a girl. But I wouldn’t call it weird. It’s still sex.”
For a moment you felt the weight of the world dropping from your shoulders. If woman on woman was the weirdest thing happening in that place, it was far from Sodom and Gomorrah playing out in your head. But as soon as relief came it was washed away.
“Wait, women?”
Joel nodded simply. “What, you have a problem with that?”
“No, I…” Fuck. You had just learned what sex was like with a man, and here you were, going somewhere where you needed to be Devil’s favorite call girl, who knew the tricks and secrets. And it wasn’t the fact that there could be women in your bed that was making you nervous, it was the fear of being unable to give them pleasure. The thought of an exasperated sigh followed by a condescending ‘it’s okay, sweetie’ in a fake, almost synthetic female voice in your head made you shiver. “I don’t know.”
“You don't know if you’re okay with having sex with a woman?” You kept your silence, not even able to give the answer to yourself, let alone Joel. But he kept giving ideas, followed by bright even if blurred pictures in your mind. “What if there’s a threesome? A client, you and one of my other girls?”
Now it was just getting scarier and scarier. It was one thing to disappoint just one woman, but to have an audience?
“No, I mean… I think I’m okay with having sex with women, I just never did, so I don’t think I can…” You tried to explain yourself, failing miserably. “It’s easier with men, you’re pretty basic in your pleasure.”
Joel barked out a laugh and you couldn’t ignore the warm twitch of your heart. You liked it when he laughed, he had a very special rasp to it, and he did it so rarely that you learned to treasure it.
“Week ago you couldn’t speak about sex without flustering, and now you’re what, dick whisperer?”
“I don't mean..-”
“I know what you mean. It's okay, I won't send you girls, yet.”
“Or maybe…”
An idea punched you in the head like a bright light early in the morning. Here it was, your salvation. Or, at least, postponement. You didn’t let yourself dwell on it, scared that you’d back up immediately, but as if Joel read your mind he tugged the words out of you with a simple question.
“Yes?”
“If you're fine with that… Maybe you could invite one of your birds over? To… to practice? The more I know the more money you'll get, no?”
You were scared to raise your eyes to meet Joels, instead studying all the ways you could bend your fingers this and that way. That was until you heard Joel’s chair creaking, and he took the similar position as you, with his elbows on the table, his head leaning to you so close that you almost touched.
“What has gotten into you, hm?” He whispered incredulously, you heard amusement in his voice. “Are you becoming a little nympho?”
“A whompho?”
You raised your head, your eyes immediately caught in the honey trap of his. He studied you for a while, and then got out the table, the chair legs screeching against the wooden floor. You didn’t move, just followed him with your eyes as he got dressed and prepared to leave the apartment.
“Clean up in here, we're having a guest over tonight.”
Your arms and knees were sore when you finished cleaning up. Taking in the results of your work you smiled proudly, the floors were clean, the blankets were folded, and it even almost stopped smelling like burnt eggs. You wanted to stretch on the couch, but were afraid that you’d fall asleep again, so you opted for sitting at the table, counting the little cracks in the old wood. Time was passing torturously slowly and you jumped at every sound you heard. But amidst the lingering anxiety, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. You tried to imagine how your evening would go, thinking about who Joel would bring and if he’d participate himself, and instead of being terrified at the idea of another woman in your bed, you felt arousal painting your panties.
A woman, just like you. Soft, gentle, complicated. Beautiful. Your mouth salivated. What would it feel like to kiss lips that are so similar to yours, what would you experience if you dive into the wetness of someone else’s pussy, bringing them pleasure like you learned to bring it to yourself.
You never thought about this aspect of yourself. Never had an opportunity to fully explore your attractions, so you just went with something that was automatically given, but now, you were thrilled. This whole experience became something way more important for you than you expected in the first place, you didn’t know if you were happy or terrified.
You heard the key turning in the lock, two pairs of boots stepping inside the apartment followed by two voices: one you knew intimately, and the other you didn’t know at all. Your heart raced as you stood up, caught between anticipation and anxiety.
A woman walked in, her eyes landing on you immediately. You tried saying hello, but the words stuck in your throat and you just stared back. She was gorgeous. Easily older than you, her eyes bearing more intellect and experience than you thought you could gather your whole life. She gave you a once over, stopping at your bare legs, covered to the mid-thigh by the t-shirt you borrowed.
Joel followed her into the kitchen and as soon as he stepped inside, you felt like you could breathe. Like everything was under control now.
“So,” the woman in front of you didn’t look very interested in anything besides you, her eyes watching your every twitch and tremor. She was calm, her voice quiet but strong. “You’re the famous rabbit, huh?”
You saw Joel tense up, the knuckles of his clenched fists became wide, and he looked at the woman with something like warning, which she ignored plopping down on a chair and taking his untouched cup of coffee from the table, the only thing you were afraid to pour out knowing how attached the man was to his caffeine.
You didn’t know you were famous already. Did that mean Joel was advertising you or something? Your cheeks burned. The woman in front of you was intimidating. No more than Joel, but intimidating nonetheless. It sent an unexpected shiver downpour spine and straight to your core. There was something undeniably sexy about her, you didn’t even wonder why Joel chose her for what you were about to do. She was still looking at you like she was expecting an answer, even though it was quite obvious. You nodded your head, coming closer and sitting down next to her.
“Guess I am.” You put your hand on the table, and soon after saw the woman letting go of Joel’s cup and placing her still hot palm on top of your, gently brushing over your knuckles while still looking into your eyes.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Tess.”
Tess, the sound of her name was like a whisper, like a delicious hiss of meat on a hot pan, something that made your heart race, and your cunt clench.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Tess.” You loved tasting her name on your tongue, her hand soft and warm around yours. You didn’t lie, it really was nice to meet her.
“You seem a little frightened, little rabbit,” she tilted her head, finding your eyes and smiling at you. “Did this big old dog scare you?”
She didn’t need to point at Joel for you to know who she meant. You shook your head, embarrassment heating up your neck.
“Then what is it, baby? You can tell Tess, I swear I won’t bite unless you ask me to.”
“I just never, I…” You looked at Joel, and Tess did the same.
“Joel, can you leave us for a moment?”
You looked at Joel, taking in his form. His brooding form was still as a constipated statue, his jaw tense, you could almost hear his teeth grinding. He didn’t look at you, instead staring Tess in the eyes, as if communicating wordlessly. She handled his look without batting an eye.
“Tess…”
There was warning in his voice. You’ve heard it before once, but you still got the shivers running down your spine. Tess, on the other hand, remained unaffected, waving him off.
“Us girls need to chat. We’ll meet you in the room.” She vaguely pointed towards where his room was, and gave him a little smile before whispering sultry, “get naked, Daddy.”
You furrowed your brows at the nickname she gave him, something pinching your insides, but you shook the feeling off, turning your attention back to Tess. You didn’t know how she did it, but Joel listened to her, barely nodding and retreating to his room.
“Men, right?” She huffed, taking one of your hands in both of hers and squeezing. “So, rabbit, why you tremblin’?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing.” Somehow it was easier to admit that to her. Maybe because she was a woman, or because she looked at you with such warmth that you took a chance trusting her.
“Does anyone?” Tess leaned back on the chair, still keeping one of your hands between hers. The gesture made you at ease, like she was taking all the stress away with a gentle brush of her thumbs.
You smiled, lowering your head a little. She did not look like a stupid woman, but you still decided to elaborate. “No, I mean like in bed, I don’t know what I’m doing in bed.”
“Again, does anyone?” Tess shrugged her shoulders. "Baby, sex ain’t math, you can’t have a perfect algorithm to make every encounter you have a hundred percent success.”
Unbelievable. She was fucking unbelievable. The look in the woman’s eyes didn’t change a bit when you bared your insecurities to her. You were no-one to Tess, maybe you were even a pain in the ass since Joel clearly took her here to ‘work’, and yet there was nothing that gentle care and understanding falling from her lips. Like she was afraid to hurt you, to scare you off. Such a strong-looking, intimidating woman with a confident stride and a sharp wit, and yet she handled you with such delicacy.
“Look, yes, we obviously have pleasure spots, kinks, fetishes that get us off without a fail, but you can only learn that with a partner. Someone who’s either open and loud about everything, or someone that has been with you for a long time. There’s no shortcut to a perfect sexual experience.”
You admired her ability to effortlessly navigate the sensitive topic with grace and honesty. In that moment she reminded you of Joel. She was telling you everything you were dying to hear, and still the nagging itch of hesitance disturbed your feelings. “But what if I mess up? Men are so much easier, you stroke their dick and they cum, easy peasy.”
“Don’t tell that to Joel,” she laughed quietly as you continued.
“Women are…”
Tess didn’t let you finish, softly slapping one of her hands on top of yours. “You know what, let me take the lead today, okay?”
“What do you mean?” Your eyebrows furrowed, you didn’t exactly know how to take what she was offering.
“I mean,” Tess leaned into you, your lips almost touching, “I am going to bury my face in your gorgeous pussy and show you all the right moves, and then you can do the same to me, okay?”
“I..” You licked your lips, your breathing speeding up.
“I take that as a yes.”
Tess stood up, not letting your hand out, and tugged you closer to her. You felt the heady, raw smell of her, mixed with something woody, almost like Joel. She dragged you towards Joel’s room, her arm around your waist keeping you close.
You stopped right before she opened the door.
“Can I ask you one more question?”
“Sure, baby.”
“Why are you… doing this?”
“That’s a story for another time, little one.” Her eyes gloomed over with something that contradicted her confident smile. You didn’t need her telling you the who’s and why’s to know that this was not her first choice. For the first time you felt sick from being right. You didn’t want to be right, not with her. Not with this woman that calmed you down with one flirty smile, that looked at you like you were worth something. Like you were worth a lot. She placed her warm palm on your cheek, brushing your cheekbone with her finger and making you look back at her. “But it’s not as bad as it might look. And Joel, he cares. He really does.”
She didn’t wait anymore, opening the door and dragging you with her.
You realized that nerves and anxiety got the best of you when Tess closed the door behind you both, and gently shoved you towards Joel, who was already sitting naked on the made up bed, stroking his half hard cock lazily. The look of his massive hand going up and down the intimately familiar to you shaft was the last thing you could remember before giving your body off to Tess to deal with it how she deemed worthy.
She was gentle with you, undressing you both piece by piece, and then guiding you on the bed and laying down, completely ignoring Joel with his back to you. You were quiet, both of you, letting your bodies do the work.
“Don’t be shy, baby, let yourself go,” Tess whispered, before claiming you trembling lips with hers, and placing your hands on her soft breasts, her hands on top of yours and squeezing.
Oh, what a new feeling it was. She was all tender flesh and soft moans as your bodies started grinding against each other. At one point she tugged you on top of her, making you straddle her hips as your wetness became one mixture of pleasure and excitement. There was no shame, there was no awkwardness, just raw desire to give. Give more, more, more, hear her moaning louder and sweeter in your ears. Tugging on the long silky strands of her hair as her fingers found your heat without question, letting you know what a woman could do to you. How unique and unforgettable her touch could be.
You felt hers coming up to your eyes, pleasure and gratitude overwhelming you as Tess plunged two of her fingers inside of your drenched pussy, but they couldn’t leave your eyes as she kissed them away. You swiped your nose along hers, closing your eyes and for the first time initiating the sweet kiss between you.
“It’s all good, but we aren’t making love here, birdies.”
Joel’s voice was loud as a slap in an empty room. With Tess under you, in you, you completely forgot that the man was in the room, and he seemed to notice that. You tried to turn your head and look at him, but Tess grabbed your cheeks, still sealing your lips together even if for a moment. She let you go with a wet swipe of her tongue on your lower lip, “your lips are delicious, baby, but let me taste that beautiful cunt. Turn around and sit on my face.”
"What?” You whispered back in shock, not sure if Joel should hear what you say or not.
"Do as I say, okay? Be a good girl for me.”
You nodded dumbly. At that moment you wanted to be everything Tess could ever want, so if she wanted you to be on her face, who you were to say no.
You fought the awkwardness you felt as you took the position as fast as you could, immediately ending up on the same level with the woman’s pussy. You felt weird, crowding her head with your thighs, not exactly sure what you were supposed to do next, but Tess took the lead, roping your legs with her arms and practically shoving your face in her pussy, making you almost lay on her with your whole weight.
She didn’t wait for a signal, or a command from Joel, diving in your wetness eagerly, like it was her second nature, and - oh fuck - maybe it was her first.
You could barely contain the sweet moans as Tess let her lips wander and nip at your soft folds, swiping her tongue deep inside you before pulling out and gently circling your clit. She was less hungry, but more determined, perfectly aware of every little spot that made you twitch and shake.
With her tangy smell invading your senses, you didn’t even need to make a decision before tentatively sliding your own tongue through her leaking core. Apparently, what you thought was awkward, felt absolutely different for Tess because you felt her moan deep inside you before you could hear it. “Go on, baby, just like that.” She said, before giving each of your thighs a small bite and returning her attention back on your pussy. You didn’t need to be told twice, as you returned to your caresses, trying to replicate everything Tess did to you. When she plunged her tongue deep in your entrance, you greedily gulped down her arousal, when she sucked on your clit, repeatedly swiping the tip of her tongue up and down over your bud, you made sure that you gave her the same attention.
Either you were less sensitive, or she was more turned on, but as you brought two of your hands beneath her asscheeks, squeezing them and trying to press her glistening cunt harder in your face, what you could swear looked like you were trying to eat her alive, Tess started shaking, her movements on your pussy coming to a halt as her back arched up, lifting you both up.
Oh, what a beautiful, beautiful sound it was, you thought to yourself, still trying to lick up every drop of her that she left on your lips.
You felt the bed dip, and then someone’s hand lifting your head up by your hair.
“Good job, now you get a treat.”
“What?” Of course it wasn’t just someone, it was Joel, the man of whose existence you completely forgot as every part of your mind and body was dedicated to make a woman beneath you feel as much pleasure as you could. But he was always there, standing as a shadow, leaning on a wall with his hands tight in his fists, and his cock furious with arousal and untouched.
Now that same cock was centimeters away from your puffy lips, still glistening with Tess’ cum.
"You worked Tess beautifully, so let’s play out a scenario when you also have a man in the room. You wanted to learn, right?"
You could barely understand what he was saying, but with the woman’s lips back on your pussy and working you up to your orgasm vigorously, nothing looked more attractive than Joel’s cock in your mouth. The thought of his cum mixing with her in your mouth made you let out another stream of arousal and Tess hummed in your entrance.
You placed your hands on Joel’s hips, changing your position a little, but still straddling the woman’s face as he guided his cock in your waiting mouth.
“Fu-uck,” he exhaled, as you tried to shove as much of him as you could inside your mouth and moaned as his salty taste complemented the one of Tess’. Almost on autopilot, you hollowed your cheeks, saliva and cum that coated your lips made the glide of your mouth easier, and you fell into a perfect dance, as Tess fucked your hole with her tongue, and Joel fucked your mouth with his cock.
It was deliciously heavy and throbbing on your tongue, filling up the limited space of your mouth and inching down to tease the back of your throat with the fat head.
"What a perfect little whore, just fucking - God, you’re so greedy for my cock, just my cock, nothing else matters, baby.” You were delusional, every cell of your body screaming and itching, every pore electrifying as you felt Joel grab your throat with his wide palm and taking all the control from you. His cock relentlessly fucked into your heat, his words slurred and understood only by him, like he was just unable to keep his mouth shut.
“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up, baby, feel your little throat real good, I know how bad you want it, saw you salivating over me, fuck, fuck, take it, just take it, baby.” His movements became erratic as his cock burst deep inside your throat. Just as you predicted, his salty, slightly bitter taste was a perfect combination for Tess’ honey still clinging to your palette. You didn’t expect Joel to cum so fast, when you were still on the verge of orgasm yourself, but you couldn’t complain. The man was the solution to your pleasure, the discovery you still tried to ignore, and now it was just one little lick, one suck from those skillful lips, and you felt you would - -
“That’s enough.” Joel’s voice was barely loud enough to pierce through the moans that continued leaving your opened mouth, and the deafening rush of your blood as Tess continued sloppily slurping on your pussy, shoving her tongue in your sensitive hole just to make you beg and whimper. Joel’s hand grabbed your head that you lowered as soon as he slid his softening dick out, and he yanked it up, making you look at him. His eyes concentrated on a drop of his cum that managed to escape your lips. He swiped his thumb and shoved it inside your open mouth, not reacting when you bit at it with your teeth while also licking the last remnants of him off. “I fucking said stop, Tess.”
Surprisingly to you, she listened. Her mouth unlatched from your puffy, glistening cunt, and you heard her smack her lips, saying nothing.
“No-no-no,” you started whining, Joel’s finger pressing on your tongue made the words slurred. You were so close, you knew, a couple more licks from Tess and you’d spray her face with your cum. You looked at Joel with confusion and anger.
He ignored the daggers from you, released his finger from your mouth furrowing his brows when you grazed his skin with your top teeth too hard, and patted Tess in her thigh. “You can go, birdie.”
“What? But I didn’t get to..-” you were interrupted by Tess gently pushing you off herself and you fell in your ass, body still buzzing with the undelivered orgasm. Tess made a quick work of her clothes, the woman got dressed even faster than undressed, and the look of curiosity that painted her face when she looked at Joel didn’t escape your attention. As she finished buttoning up, she came back to the bed where you were still naked, silent, and confused. Her soft hand caressed your cheek, and she lowered herself to be in the same face level with you.
“Don’t worry, baby, you’re gonna be fine.” She sealed her words with a gentle kiss, that you could barely feel on your lips.
As soon as the door behind her closed, you turned to Joel, staring him dead in the eyes. Was it his way of torturing you? “Why didn’t you let me cum?”
“We talked about it already on your first night, sometimes the client won’t be able to make you cum. Most of the time they won’t. But you still need to enjoy the process, you know. At the end of the day what’s more important is that your client comes, and both of yours did.”
“But she could make me come, Joel. You just stopped her!” You felt the boiling frustration overwhelm your senses, your hands twitched with violent intentions. You wanted to slap him right across his smug face.
“Could, couldn’t. It doesn’t matter now. She’s gone.”
He shrugged his shoulders, absolutely comfortable in his nakedness, his dick soft but still impressing and glistening from your saliva.
“Fucking great, just absolutely fuckin’ royal shit.” You shuffled from the bed, ripping the sheets you tugged over yourself to cover your nakedness and stomping on the way out of the room.
“Where are you going?” You turned back to look at Joel, he still didn’t move, but he didn’t smile anymore, instead he looked almost… disappointed?
“I am going to shove whatever you have in your freezer up my pussy, because this,” you vaguely pointed at your lower region, “is just painful.”
“Don’t you want to come?”
“Are you fucking with me?”
“Not yet.”
Fucking Joel, with his fucking riddles and his fucking confidence and that stupid fucking dimple when he smiles at you like that.
“What’s the point of this lesson if you let me come then?” You still didn’t hide neither anger nor frustration from your voice, but this time they were accompanied by curiosity.
“The lesson is pretty simple, if you don’t get to come with your client, you can always come to me,” Joel pointed at himself, and it should’ve looked ridiculous with his naked state, but it didn’t, and it pissed you off, but more so it turned you on. “And I’ll help you as soon as you ask.”
“Will you help me?” You took a few steps towards him, already feeling arousal wetting the skin between your thighs.
“Told ya, just need to ask me that’s all.”
His eyes were fixed on you, seeing every move, and you already knew the hunger inside them. You didn’t need to ask, he would still give it to you. But you still played his game.
“Please, Joel, ” you placed your hands on his naked chest, letting the sheet you held as a cover drop on the floor, and your thumbs stroked his nipples, “make me cum.”
Joel almost shoved you back to the bed, hovering above you, bracketing you with his arms and thighs. You took one look
“Just like the first time, baby,” he whispered in your ear, kissing the shell of it with his words, “you’re even more riled up now.” Two of his fingers teased your swollen, almost raw from all the abuse clit, and then slowly sank in your pulsing wet entrance. “Bet it’ll only take a couple of strokes.”
You both hated and loved that he was right. You were right there, and Joel’s thick fingers filling you up more than four of Tess’ could just made you wanton. Mad with desire and pleasure he so freely gave to you, you soon became bouncing on his fingers yourself, trying to shove them deeper, trying to feel that sting that ruined you the first time.
“Come on, baby, I feel her squeezing me, she’s so close, let her go, let her cum, she wants it so bad,” he whispered in your neck, tasting the sweat that already covered your body.
“Please, please, please,” you didn’t know what you were begging for, your mind foggy with pleasure, pain, need, every little thing overwhelming your senses. You felt a sharp, stinging bite on your neck and that served as the last button, pushing you over and soaking Joel’s hand along with his sheets. Your moans overflowed his soft praise, and you didn’t feel the barely-there kiss he let himself leave in the middle of the throbbing bite mark.
“Am I your birdie now?” You felt weird sensations laying in his bed together. The intimacy of staying so close, the mix of sweat from your bodies mixed on your skin, when you’re not actually having sex felt raw and you hurried to sprinkle it with reality.
“Nah,” Joel lifted himself up on one elbow and leaned over you to grab a dozen cigarettes tied together by a rubber and a pack of matches. He laid back down, tugged one cigarette out and lit it. The smoke came out from his lips in one steady stream, but he made an attempt of twisting his lips to the side, so he didn’t blow it in your face. Joel continued looking at the ceiling, the only contact left between you two were your sticky shoulders glued back together. “How can you be my birdie, if you’re a rabbit? Rabbits can’t fly.” He finally looked at you, grazing you with a proud smirk.
Something warm spread inside you when you heard him call you by your nickname. Another wave of excitement spread beneath your skin, like when he so brazenly left a kiss on your neck. But then your heart slowed down, remembrance of what’s to come washing over you. Your sad smile didn’t share his joy, so you quietly sighed, it was your turn to stare at the crumbling plaster above your head.
“So what? It’s not like any of your birds got wings.” You chuckled softly, the sound catching in your throat.
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ain't no rest for the wicked - chapter two
ain't no rest for the wicked series
two: trouble will find you
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Tess Servopoulos x f!reader x Joel Miller
words: 6.9k
summary: After weeks of nothing, you finally hear from Tess and Joel again.
warnings: dark-ish Joel and Tess, smuggler!Joel, smuggler!Tess, boston QZ, QZ life, bittersweet ending/no happily ever after, poorly negotiated d/s-style dynamics, poor communication, enthusiastic consent, oral sex (m & f receiving), p in v, degradation, face slapping, pussy slapping, spanking, stalking, canon-typical violence, threesome, cum eating, light rope bondage, shower sex
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dividers by @saradika-graphics
Weeks go by, and nothing weird happens. You can’t say you aren’t disappointed, but they didn’t say it was going to be a repeat thing. They definitely implied it, sure, but you could be cool about it.
So you had the best orgasms of your life with two of the most unhinged people you’ve ever met. Who needs hinges, anyway? And why do people say unhinged?
Wait, does it mean open? Like they’re unhinged because they have no door? Because, in that case, they’re two of the most hinged people you’ve ever met.
God, you miss when you could ask Google. Or Yahoo. Or Jeeves. Man, the internet was so cool. You bet your fucking Neopets are dead.
By the time you circle back and decide that you’re pretty sure unhinged does not mean open, you’ve autopiloted home.
You turn the key until it clicks and push open the door to your flat. At first glance, there’s no explanation for the way the world seems tilted just so.
Except for the little folded scrap of paper on your shitty rusted table. When you pick it up, something garishly yellow flutters to the ground.
It’s unmistakably a sunflower petal. It’s winter. Where the fuck—
No. Nope. You do not want to follow that thought; you want to let it fuck right off.
You rub the petal between your fingers. It’s so sinfully soft, there’s no doubt in your mind that it’s real.
The paper just says “tomorrow.”
Tomorrow. Tomorrow what? Tomorrow when?
When you open your cabinet to grab a can of soup, the first can you pick up rattles. It also doesn’t have a lid, so. There’s that.
You groan out loud. If you don’t look and just put it back, will it disappear into the other dimension from where it came?
In the end, you peek anyway, and yep. Sunflower seeds. Baked and salted, from the smell.
The implications are unsettling. In their minds, are you cannibalizing yourself at their whim? Are you consuming yourself in a pursuit of pleasure?
Are you really fucking overthinking it?
Tomorrow. For cripes sake. There’s no way you sleep tonight.
Except once you’ve had your soup and nibbled away at most of the sunflower seeds, your full belly lures you into the quiet of the night.
You’re nearly as jittery at work as you were the first time. Granted, you’re a little less afraid of them and more anxiously excited, but the thought of them sends your leg bouncing.
Your chair squeaks the whole time.
“Hey Sam,” you say as casually as possible to your deskmate.
“What?” He says warily.
“Do you know where I could get a horseshoe?”
“A… what?”
“A horseshoe, you know, like horses wear.”
“A singular horseshoe? Do I even want to ask why?”
“Yeah, just one. And no, probably not? Let’s say I’m just really into country chic decor right now.”
Sam turns back away from you.
Typical.
You’re getting ready to leave when you realize you don’t actually remember their address. You’re pretty sure you could find the right building since you walked yourself home, but there’s an uncomfortably large margin of error.
Also, the stupid note didn’t give a time. Should you go home first? Maybe they’ve broken in again to leave a little clue?
You’re saved from figuring it out when you find Joel in exactly the same place as before. You don’t startle this time—you’d peeked around the corner on purpose.
“Hi,” you say, fingers wrapping around your backpack straps.
“Hi.” It’s brusque and he’s scowling, doesn’t even look at you.
“I-I could have walked over. I don’t wanna inconvenience—“
“You’re not. I don’t want you walkin’ by yourself.”
“Ok.” You kind of wish Tess was there. You like Joel fine, but she’s at least a little more talkative. Even if everything out of her mouth throws you off center.
Actually, this is probably fine. Maybe you’ll still have your wits about you when you get there.
He keeps a little distance ahead. Not enough to lose you in the crowd but enough that it almost looks like you aren’t following him. Like he doesn’t want to be seen with you.
You don’t have hurt feelings. It’s fine. People might think he was cheating on Tess, you get it.
Whatever the fuck they were doing with you was certainly not cheating.
Tess is already in the kitchen when you get there. Joel hovers in the living room until you head in, like he thinks maybe you’ll snoop through the apartment if he doesn’t keep watch.
You’re not that stupid. That’s a fucking death wish.
She’s cleaning a pan. Joel grumbles at her about leaving it for him, and she rolls her eyes while he pulls out your chair.
You remember this, at least, and manage not to make a fool out of yourself.
Tess dries her hands and sits down across from you. “Hey, sunflower. You miss us?”
You burn up immediately, wishing it were literal. It’s like she knows you’ve had fingers stuffed up your cunt every night, remembering how they felt. How you buried your face in the pillow and wished it was the soft folds of her.
She chuckles. “Don’t worry, we missed you too. We’ll show you how much later.”
Joel sets hot plates down in front of you both, followed by glasses of water, before he takes his own seat.
You wonder if this is a special production or if they’re letting you see their natural domesticity.
If you thought dinner last time was a delicacy, nothing could have prepared you for this.
The slab of meat is unmistakably pork and rests on a bed of baked apple slices beside yellow squash and pale zucchini rounds.
You look up from your plate with wide eyes.
“Best not to ask,” Joel says.
You nod. This time, you go slow, savoring each bite. It can’t be real, you think. It can’t really be yours.
But they let you eat everything on your plate. No one snatches it away or scolds you for touching something you don’t deserve. Tess seems downright pleased when you set your fork down for the last time.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” You finally blurt.
Tess quirks an eyebrow. “Thought we made ourselves clear last time. When you’re here, you’re ours.”
“And we take care of what’s ours,” Joel says. When you snap your head to look at him, his eyes are dark and narrowed. Like he’s angry at the insinuation that they wouldn’t.
“O-okay,” you say, fixing your gaze back on your plate.
He stands up and clears the dishes, piling them in the sink.
Tess takes you by the hand and leads you out of the room. You expect her to stop at the couch again, but she takes you into what must be their shared bedroom.
Joel shuts the door behind him when he comes in. The room is warm and dark, the winter sun having retreated for the day already.
They don’t give you a moment to work yourself up. Tess is already kissing you as she walks you back to the bed. Instead of pushing you into it like you expect, she tugs you to a stop when your knees run into the mattress.
Her mouth moves down your neck as she easily discards your clothes. You shrink a little, and she tugs on your hair, forcing your head back so you look her in the eye.
“No being shy, now,” she warns. “S’ours to look at anyway.”
She peels your arms away from where they had instinctually folded across your breasts. Moving to one side, she smirks at Joel.
“Look at your little pet, baby. Ain’t she pretty?”
His hand brushes the curve of your breast, barely making contact but drawing a shiver from you anyway. “Sure is. A real sight for sore eyes.” His thumb finds your nipple, and you moan, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
He pinches it, smirking when you gasp.
“You look like you got a plan,” he says to Tess.
“You want two cunts to fuck today, baby?” She says.
You can almost see the switch flip in his brain. “Yes, please, ma’am,” he says.
She presses a much chaster kiss to your lips before patting the mattress. “Hop up, sunflower. On your back, head right here.”
Once you’re situated, she tucks a pillow under your head and climbs on top of you, settling her cunt right where you need it. When you try to touch her, though, Joel stops you, catching your wrists.
“Keep ‘em by your sides, or I’ll tie ‘em down.”
Tess laughs, dragging a finger through your folds. “I think she wants you to, baby.”
He crouches down by your head. “S’that so?”
You look at him from where you’re trying to reach Tess with your mouth, but she’s lifted her hips just a little too high. You whine.
“Yes, sir.”
His grin is otherworldly, all sharp teeth and shadow. “Attagirl,” he says, patting your cheek.
His hands are gentle but competent as he binds each wrist to the bed, stretched out to the posts of the footboard. Tess sits on your face while he works, letting you overstimulate yourself between her wet cunt and his control.
Once you’re secure, she leans forward and flicks her tongue over your clit, pulling a gasp that deepens into a drawn-out moan as she continues.
You whine when she lifts her hips back up just too far for you to lick inside her. Joel grabs your hair and holds you in place, dipping his cock into your mouth.
“Get it nice and wet for her, sunflower.”
You try your very hardest to give him the sloppiest blowjob you can while being held still.
When he pulls out, he presses his balls to your mouth, and you respond with soft licks as he notches his tip at the slick entrance of Tess’s cunt.
“Lick her,” he grunts, resisting the urge to plunge in all the way.
You’re on fire. This has to be, hands down, the filthiest thing you’ve ever done, but he props the pillow up more so you don’t have to strain your neck when you lick down his cock to where he’s splitting her open.
She moans into your pussy.
He holds you there, with your tongue flat against where he pushes in deeper. When he’s buried, you flick your tongue to his balls and back.
“Suck them,” he pants, and you obey, stretching your mouth around him.
He starts to thrust gently, not wanting to jostle himself against your teeth, but he loses patience eventually and yanks you off to shove you to her clit.
You’re squirming as she works you over, three fingers deep, stretching you to get you ready for Joel. You suck and lick at her clit as she cums, meaning to lick her through it and keep going for another.
But Joel tugs you back to lick where she leaks around him.
You’re glad he tied you down. It’s all so much, almost too much, and you don’t think you could have held still. The rope’s embrace holds the last shred of your sanity.
At some point, you started whimpering against them, pleading as best you can without pulling your mouth away.
“Aw, you wanna cum?” she mocks with an affected simper.
“No,” Joel grunts, his hips snapping hard against her. “Only way she's coming tonight is on my cock.”
You sob a little bit, and she pulls back to slap your aching clit. Your hips buck, and you nearly lose the fight.
“Oh, she fuckin’ loved that, baby,” she tells him.
“‘Course she did, she’s a fuckin’ slut for us.” He says.
You moan. You think you should probably care that they’re talking about you like this. Actually, you do care. You care a lot. It’s so fucking hot.
“You’re just our little whore, sunflower?” he says.
You nod minutely with Tess’s clit pinched between your lips, and she cums again, her slick rubbing on your face with each stroke of his dick.
“Alright,” she says, tapping his hand where it grips her hip.
He pulls out and unties your wrists. Tess lets you keep lapping at her for a minute, but when you’re free, she slides off you and sprawls, languid and satisfied.
He gives you a light slap on the cheek. “Trade places.”
You sit up and lay on your stomach to the side to let Tess move to where you had been. But first, she rolls to face you and pulls you in for a deep, slow kiss.
You go to tangle your fingers in her hair, but she catches your wrist, rubbing her thumb over the ridges left behind.
“That’s enough,” Joel growls, yanking you by the ankle.
Tess laughs. “Don’t wanna be left out, baby?”
“Wanna get my fuckin’ dick back in one of ya,” he says.
She gets situated with her head down at the end of the bed and tugs at you to climb over her. You waste no time diving back into her cunt until Joel smacks you hard on the ass.
“Did I tell you to start up?”
“No, sir,” you say, voice breaking a little with desperation and a little shame.
He slaps the other side of your ass for good measure. Unlike the way he eased into Tess, he doesn’t wait to push into you.
You’re so grateful for Tess stretching you out before. His cock feels impossible. You cry out into her bush.
Your wriggle, and she holds you still with a powerful grip on your hips, licking at your clit while he shoves forward.
“That’s right. Shit,” he slaps your ass again when you squirm. “Hold still and fucking take it, girl.”
Your cries are muffled, but you’re not protesting. It’s just so fucking much.
Tess distracts you from the sting and pinch of him by gently biting your clit, which hurts a hell of a lot more but also makes you a hell of a lot wetter, ultimately easing his passage. Enough so that he slams the rest of the way in.
Your mind whites out when he starts pounding into you. Tess shifts to lick at where you’re broken open on him, and your fists tighten in the sheets.
“Please,” you whine, breaking away from her cunt only long enough to beg.
“What d’you think, baby? She been good enough for you tonight?”
He rubs his hand over the side of your thigh and hums. You hold your breath. You’re pretty sure he’s just teasing you, but it’s a fucking struggle not to cum.
“Yeah, she’s been a real good girl,” he says. “Go on, sunflower, cum on my fucking cock.”
It hurts. It hurts where you clamp down around him. It hurts where Tess is relentless against your clit. But it’s maybe the hardest you’ve ever come—you’re pretty sure you blacked out.
When the world filters back in around you, you’re laying with your head on her, giving pathetic little kitten licks to her clit. Joel’s fucking you down into her, and when he sees that you’re semi-present, he shoves your head back into her folds.
“Again,” he snarls, and your body listens. Spasms. Falls apart again.
Vaguely, you’re aware of him begging Tess and desperately asking where he’s allowed to come. Whatever they decide, he pulls out abruptly. She slips out from under you and yanks you onto your back, swinging a leg over your hip to grind against you.
You reach for her with limp arms, and she finally, finally lets you cup her breasts as Joel tugs his aching cock and warm cum splatters across your face, tits, and arms.
You don’t even hear him walk away, but he comes back a minute later with a warm, damp towel to find you scooping some of his cum into your mouth. He groans, cock twitching.
“You gotta stop that, sunflower, or I’m gonna need that mouth again.”
You look up at him with wide eyes and part your lips.
He fists his cock and looks at Tess. She’s dozing off already but nods. He cleans her first, gently wiping away incidental splatter and residue of her own pleasure from her thighs.
You wait patiently with your mouth open and he rewards you by easing gently into your throat. He’s fully hard again now.
He fills your throat easier at this angle. Well, easier for him.
“Breathe,” he says, gripping the back of your head. “That’s it, sunflower, just breathe. You’re takin’ it so well.”
He helps himself to handfuls of your breasts, rubbing and tugging at your nipples while he chases his second orgasm.
“Cum with me. Show me what a fuckin�� cumslut you are,” he grunts between thrusts.
Tess leans over close to you. “Don’t swallow, sunflower.”
He pulls out a little right as he cums to let it pool in your mouth. It’s a fucking struggle as you let your own orgasm roll over you. When he pulls out, Tess pulls you in for a kiss and shares in his spend.
Again, the fucking filthiest sex you’ve ever had. You’re not sure how you managed it, but you’re not going to voice a single damn doubt, not going to risk whatever this is.
He finally cleans you off and putters around the room, tossing the towel in a hamper and tugging his clothes back on.
“I’m followin’ her home,” he murmurs to Tess while you’re in the bathroom.
She sits up. “What happened?”
“Tell ya more when I get back. But her place is too close to the boundary, and I caught a little tip-off when I was waiting to pick her up.”
Tess frowns but by the time you come out, dressed and refreshed, they’re lounging on the bed.
“C’mere,” Tess says before you can speak or move for the door. She tugs you down to the bed. “How’re you feeling?”
“Good,” you say automatically. You’re not actually sure. Everything’s a little fuzzy; the world wrapped in a cotton ball. You may or may not be shaking a little.
“You sure you’re okay to get home safe?”
“Mhm.” Your eyes are heavy, though, and the way her nails are tracing swirls up and down your arm is making you woozy.
You must have dozed a little because Joel’s coming back in the room and you didn’t know he ever left.
He hands you a mug of tea and sets a plate on the bed beside you.
“Gotta eat something. Y’look like ya might faint on your way,” he says at your crinkled face.
You sip from the tea and close your eyes as the warmth and sweetness crawl through you. “Thank you,” you say.
Tess has you leaning against her still, and you stay that way while you eat the sandwich Joel made. As it dwindles, your awareness of the situation grows stiff and uncomfortable.
You sit up. “Thank you, but um. I better get going.” You’re only a little dizzy when you stand up.
Joel takes the dishes out of your hands. “Sure you’re alright?”
“Yep,” you lie. “So, um. Have a good night.” It feels stilted, after what you’ve all just shared, but what else do you say to your two-time hookups? You skedaddle before it can get weirder.
You would have said yes this time, you think, if he had offered to walk you home again.
It’s only a week later when there’s a knock at your door.
There’s never a knock at your door. No one visits; there’s no one to visit.
You stare at the door for a minute, sitting on your bed eating room-temperature peas out of a can with your only spoon. The noise had startled you, and now you’re going to have to launch a search and rescue mission.
It knocks again. Well. Not it, you suppose, not the door. Whoever is on the other side.
You stand up, spoon hanging from your mouth, and open it with the chain still latched.
“Y’ain’t even gonna ask who it is?” Joel snaps.
You shut it and remove the chain, opening it all the way to reveal his scowl.
“Hi,” you say through clenched teeth where they hold onto the spoon. You’ve got one hand on the door and the other on your can of peas.
“You don’t even have a peephole. What’re you doing, just opening the door for strangers?”
“You’re not a stranger.” You’ve stuck the spoon into the remaining peas so you can speak clearly.
“You didn’t know it was me.”
You step back to let him in, eyeing him as he steps through the doorway.
He narrows his eyes at you. “What? I got somethin’ on my face?”
“No,” you say, not at all suspiciously, and cringe internally when your eyes can’t help but dart up and then back to him.
He turns and looks above the door where you’ve nailed a blue plastic horseshoe. Despite his apprehension, Sam had actually found one—leftover from some children’s game.
Though now you were wondering if it was less about the horseshoe shape and more about the properties of a ferried shoe. Maybe intent? Maybe the metal? Maybe it had to have been worn by a horse? You had never really listened to your grandmama. She was just a crazy old lady.
Or at least, you thought she was. But now there are mushroom zombies, so. Who knows.
Joel looks back at you with an eyebrow raised. “Doing some decorating?”
“Uh-huh,” you mumble, trying not to feel embarrassed. Then you remember that Joel being here is the weird part of this situation. You refuse to feel weirder than that.
“So, um,” you start.
He steps closer and tucks his fingers under your chin, thumb brushing over your cheek. It’s impressive how little it takes now for your brain to shut up.
“Hi,” you squeak.
“Y’said that already, sunflower.” He takes the can from you and sets it on the counter.
“Right,” you say, feeling a little ensnared by his gaze. “You have really pretty eyes.”
To your surprise, he blushes a little. His eyes go wide and his lips part. Instead of a response, he hides his reaction by kissing you so you’re too close to see the pink of his cheeks.
He turns you so he can press you against the door, licking into your mouth and pressing a thigh between your legs. It turns hungry very quickly, and you moan, spurring him on to slide his hands up your shirt.
“Not that I—“ you try, but he doesn’t let up. “Ah—hang on,” you turn your face.
He takes it as an invitation to nip and suck on your neck. You’re still distracted, but at least you can attempt to string together a sentence.
“Not that I mind,” a gasp draws out the words, “but why-yyy are you here?”
“Wanted your advice on interior design,” he says, jerking his head to the horseshoe, “but I think I’ve changed my mind.”
“Oh, shut up,” you try to say, but he’s latched back on to the sensitive area near your shoulder that has you abandoning your train of thought.
“Need you,” he says against your skin before he breaks away to tug your shirt over your head.
You can’t argue with that. Well, you could, but why would you want to when he’s got his hands and mouth on your breasts?
He grabs and pins your wrists above your head in one hand. The other pinches at whichever nipple isn’t currently in his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” you gasp.
He smirks around his mouthful before biting down so you cry out. His fingers find the seam of your leggings, stroking over to feel you squirm.
“Please,” you whimper.
He slaps your breast. “You wanna try that again?”
“Please, sir.”
“Down.”
You sink to your knees, but he doesn’t pull his cock out right away. Instead, he cups your cheek in his hand, watching closely as your eyes flutter shut and you lean against his hand.
“You still okay with all this?” he says, immovable gruffness betrayed by a hint of genuine concern.
You nod against his hand.
He draws his hand back, and a whine from you. It’s cut off by a sharp, but clearly restrained, slap. “Words, princess.”
“Yes, sir.” It caught you off guard, but you find you like the faint sting and heat of it.
“Yeah? Even that?”
He seems serious, no hint of a smirk or glint to his eye, so you pause to consider.
“I liked it,” you decide. “Felt nice. Made me want to please you.”
Now he grins and slaps you again. It’s not hard enough to leave a mark, just enough to make you gasp.
The heat spreads through you, and your mouth falls open, eyes following his hand as it drags away from your face to grasp his length through his pants.
“See what you’ve done?” He grips your chin tight with his other hand. “Gonna take care of that for me?”
“Please, sir.”
He pops the button open on his jeans and drags the zipper down unbearably slowly. You whine, and his fingers dig into your jaw.
“Be good,” he says. He draws his cock out and gives himself a few strokes just an inch from your mouth.
You look up at him and stick your tongue out. You want to whine, but you’re afraid if you’re not good, he’ll just fuck his hand.
He releases your chin. “Go on,” he says.
You kiss the sticky tip, licking the residue from your lips before taking his cock into your mouth. You moan in tandem, and his hand finds purchase on the back of your head.
“This place is kind of a shithole,” he says, looking around your tiny cube of a home.
“Gee, tha—“
He doesn’t let you finish, shoving you back down on his cock.
He fucks into you for a while, enjoying the way you moan around him when his dick bruises the back of your throat.
When he yanks you back suddenly, you gasp for air but try to get your mouth back around him.
“No, stop,” he says. “I don’t wanna cum yet. Want your cunt.”
You whine, and he almost caves, looking at the pure hunger with which you’re regarding his swollen, angry cock.
“I said no,” he says instead, jerking your head a little.
“Sorry, sir,” you say with a sigh.
He looks over your shoulder. “Y’ain’t even got a fuckin’ bed.”
You follow his gaze to your perfectly fine mattress. “I do so!”
“That ain’t a bed, sunflower. That’s a mattress with no box or frame.”
“Wait, hang on, haven’t you been here already?”
“Nah, that was Tess who stopped by.”
“That’s a funny way to say broke in.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “You complainin’?”
You look up at the horseshoe for a moment. “Nah, I guess not.”
He looks at it, too, and back to you. “I don’t wanna know. You got a shower?”
“You hate my bed that much?”
“No, I’ve been shovelin’ ash all day. M’not gonna fuck you like this, just need to rinse off.” He should have gone home first, he knows, but going back to an empty apartment just compounds his anxiety. He took a hard labor job on purpose, hoping it would distract him from the tightness in his chest.
It’s not that he doesn’t know Tess can handle herself. He just hates it when she goes alone for a deal.
“Yeah, okay,” you say. Before you move the towel away from the bathroom door, you stomp hard a couple of times and then wait a moment before opening it.
He decides not to ask.
“C’mon,” he says, tugging you by the hand into the tiny bathroom. At least you have a combination tub, so it won’t be too tight of a squeeze.
You start the shower for him and dig around in the cabinet for a clean towel. He reaches past you and grabs another.
“Wh—I got you one,” you protest.
“Y’ain’t gettin’ in with me?”
Oh. “Oh,” you say. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“But do you want to?” he asks, suddenly very close, backing you up against the sink. His hand lingers at the side of your throat.
“Uh-huh,” you nod.
“Then get in,” he says, tugging you away from the counter and giving a smack to your ass.
You yelp and strip down as he does the same. But he stops halfway through shucking off his pants after looking at the tile where his shirt landed.
“Do you eat in here?”
“What? No.”
“There are crumbs all over the floor.”
“Oh, those’re for Estella and Georgie.”
“I don’t want to know, do I?”
“Probably not.” You pause. “On second thought, you should. They’re mice. Please don’t hurt them.”
“Estella and Georgie are mice.”
“Yeah.”
“From outside.”
“Yeah.”
He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. His exasperation does not, you’d like to point out, stop him from stepping into the shower behind you.
His body cages you in, wrapping himself around you from behind. He rests his chin on your shoulder for a moment while his hands dance down each rib and over your stomach. They slide back up to your breasts, crossed to hold you against his chest while he gropes you.
You arch a little, as much as you can in his iron grip, and revel in the press of his hard cock against your ass. He groans when you roll your hips against it. You whine when he releases you, and he swats at your thigh.
“Let me get clean,” he scolds. “That was the whole point of this.”
Still, he can’t resist lathering your tits with his soapy hands and drinking the moans from your lips.
“I thought you were gonna fuck me,” you whine.
His fingers wrap around your throat and squeeze just so, sending sparks down your spine.
“I thought you were gonna be my good little girl,” he growls in your ear.
You whimper, involuntarily grinding back against him. “I want to. Please, I want to be—”
“What? Say it, baby.”
“I wanna be good,” you say.
His hand tightens until you squeak a little. “No, no, baby. Say, ‘I want to be your good little girl, sir.’”
You’re burning up. You can’t even blame the shower, because even the hottest water you get isn’t that hot. You whisper it back.
He eases up on your throat. “Can’t hear ya. Speak up.”
“I want to be your good little girl!” you blurt. “Um. Sir.”
He chuckles, dark and low, and the breath sends goosebumps skittering down your arms. “Yeah? You want to be my good girl and take my cock?” His hand slides down, almost where you need it, but he stops short of parting your lips, the tip of his finger brushing gently.
“Please,” you whine.
His middle finger dips in just enough to graze your clit. “I don’t think you want it bad enough.”
You grind back against him; a frustrated sob lodged in your throat. It slips free when he rubs a slow, gentle circle. “Please, sir. Please fuck me.”
You cry out when he pulls his hand away, but it’s only so he can push you up against the wall, hand between your shoulder blades to bend you forward. You brace yourself on the chilly cheap plastic.
He takes himself in hand and rubs the head of his cock against your slippery cunt. “I dunno. Doesn’t seem like you really want to get fucked.”
“But I’m so wet,” you protest.
“We’re in the shower, sunflower, ‘course you’re wet.”
You’re rapidly losing your grip on your sanity and also the wall, so you reach back and grab his hips, shoving yourself onto his cock. You’re not stretched enough to take it all, not even with your momentum, but the fat head of him pushes into you.
You and Joel gasp in unison, his hands tightening where they hold you, fingernails digging in. You moan, bringing your hands back to the wall as he pushes forward, voice breaking into a keen as he splits you.
He groans and grinds in deeper. “What a greedy fucking slut,” he says, having regained his senses. “Couldn’t wait, huh? You need it that bad?”
“Uh-huh,” you pant between thrusts.
“Alright,” he says, and then he stops. He holds still, buried balls-deep.
“No,” you sob.
“What?” He cracks a hand across your ass, grinning when you moan. “You want it that bad? Go ahead. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
You do. You rock yourself on it, trying to chase your pleasure on him. He grabs a fistful of your hair, to which you sputter a protest. You’d been careful so far not to get it wet.
“You got something to say?” He spanks you again. “Spit it out.”
But you’ve already forgotten about your hair, because no matter how hard you try, you just can’t seem to get the angle right. Your orgasm lies far out of reach.
You whine instead. “Please fuck me.”
“What’s the matter? You’re the one who helped yourself to my cock. Now ya don’t know what to do with it?”
You think you might actually cry. No, yep, tears are stinging in the corners of your eyes. You look back at him over your shoulder and hope you look pathetic enough for him to take mercy.
“Aw, baby, look at you,” he croons. “Shouldn’t have been so greedy, huh?”
“M’sorry,” you say. “M’sorry, sir, I promise I’ll be good.”
“You better,” he says, and then finally, finally shoves roughly into you.
The pace he sets meticulously takes you apart. His cock batters at you, his tight grip on your body unrelenting as he takes and takes and takes.
“So much better now, huh?” he says.
“Yes—oh fuck, s-so much. Thank you, sir.”
“Attagirl,” he moans. “Touch yourself, baby.”
You’re quick to obey, longing for his thick, calloused fingers.
But he knows that already. “See? Ya just can’t do it right yourself. Just let me make you feel good, okay?”
You’re nodding before he’s done talking. He wrenches your hand away and reaches down to pinch your clit.
“Now,” he growls. It’s a good thing, too, because you were already starting to fall apart.
He fucks you through it, and another, and another. Between the contrast of the warm water and cold wall, the brutal slap of his hips against your ass, and the dizzying pleasure, you feel fuzzy around the edges.
“Ah, fuck,” he groans. “Kneel.”
He steps back just enough to let you turn and drop to your knees. The water ricochets off his back as he plunges into your waiting mouth, and you swallow him down.
When he eases out, you’re soaked from the spray.
“Think we need to clean up again?” you say.
“Nah, why bother? I ain’t done with you yet.”
“What?” you gasp.
“Not a chance, sweetheart. Dry off and go lay on that sad little thing you call a bed for me, alright?”
It’s actually easier for him this way, he tells you with a smirk. “Ain’t gotta worry about my knees.” He’s lowered himself to the floor, with your ass perched on the end of the mattress.
Practically lounging, he’s spread your thighs to carve a space for himself, holding you as he takes his sweet time. For a goddamn eternity, all he does is kiss and bite your thighs, with the occasional soft lick to your folds. But he doesn’t dip in, doesn’t seek out your pleasure.
No, it’s very clear that this is for him. Which is not to say he doesn’t want you to feel good; he very much does. But tonight, he has the luxury of time and a comfortable angle to do whatever the fuck he wants.
You’re shaking, legs trembling, when his tongue finally nudges inside, just a quick flit of his tongue into your cunt before he drags it up to your clit.
“Please,” you sob, much like you have been. But this time, it’s different. He can tell from the way you’re squirming and clenching down.
“Give it to me,” he growls into you, and sucks at your clit until you come.
It feels like hours. There’s no way it can be, really, but he works you over again and again until you can’t take it anymore. You’re crying, real tears sliding down the sides of your face, and your hips move of their own accord in an attempt to escape.
He doesn’t let you out of it that easy. His hand comes down against your cunt before you realize he let go of your leg. And fuck, it feels good, but also, you might be dying?
“Can’t, I can’t,” you whine.
“You sure? I think you got one more in ya.”
“Fuck,” you sob.
He eases up a little, fucking you with his tongue while his fingers rub gently around your clit. When you cum, you have to bite your fist not to scream. He holds you down with a strong arm across your hips as you buck and struggle.
But he backs off as soon as you’re coming down. “Attagirl, that’s it. So good for me,” he murmurs, climbing up onto the mattress beside you.
He rolls you over into his arms and kisses your forehead, nose, and lips. “Such a good girl, takin’ everything I wanted.”
You’re limp. You think maybe he’s one of those vampires. What did they call them? Energy vampires? Or are you thinking of some kind of demon?
Anyway, you think he drained your life force out of your cunt. You can’t keep your eyes open, and your limbs are heavy. You’re sleepin’ with the fishes, you think, and giggle a little.
“You okay?” he says.
“Mhm, m’just so sleepy,” you mumble. Even your lips feel too heavy to move.
“I gotcha, sunflower; you can sleep.” He kisses your forehead again and tugs your comforter up around you both.
There’s a knock on your door for the second time in twelve hours. That’s more than the last twelve months.
You startle awake and yank the sheet up to your neck, but relax a little when you see Joel. He’s already hefted himself up and approached the door.
The knock comes again, but this time you notice there’s a pattern to it.
“Who is it?” he says anyway.
“Just me,” Tess says.
Joel unlatches the locks and lets her in.
“Thought I might find you here,” she says, low and quiet.
“You okay?” he says.
“Yeah, but I need your help with some cleanup. How’s she?”
“Good,” you whisper.
Tess does a double take. “Thought you were sleeping, sunflower.”
“Was, but people keep banging my door down today.” You yawn and for some reason, reach your arms up.
She obliges your sleepy plea, coming close enough to bend down and kiss you. “Don’t worry,” she says. “We’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Okay,” you agree. But something falls in your spine, something sad and heavy and taboo.
“I gotta go back out. Meet me downstairs,” she says to Joel, who’s getting his filthy clothes back on. She gives you a kiss on the forehead. “Be a good girl and go back to sleep.”
You hum your agreement and lay back down against your pillow.
Joel crouches down by the mattress. “Sorry, sunflower, we gotta get goin’,” he says, giving your cheek a brief caress.
The disappointment is there and gone so fast, he thinks maybe he imagined it. Maybe he just wanted to see it.
But it was real, much to your displeasure. You didn’t want them to think you were getting greedy, that you felt any entitlement to their time.
“Okay.”
“Need ya to lock up behind us.”
“Just turn the thingy before you close the door,” you mumble, trying to spare your poor feet the pain of the frigid floor.
The look he levels you is nothing short of furious. “You tryin’ to be funny?”
“No?”
“That flimsy little joke ain’t gonna protect you. Your hinges are too weak; anyone could kick that in. At least the deadbolt and chain would buy you a minute.”
“It’s cold,” you whine. But you know he’s right. After all, Tess got in and out without causing any damage. Hang on, though. What was that about weak hinges?
Does that make you… unhinged? You laugh out loud at your joke. Your daddy always said it was a good thing you thought you were funny, ‘cause no one else would.
He ignores it and yanks the blanket off you.
“Hey!”
“You can have it back when you get up.”
“Mean.”
“You think this is mean? I’m fixin’ to put you over my knee and change your little attitude.”
Your eyes go wide, and there’s a tell-tale heart(beat) buried beneath your panties. “You wouldn’t.”
“You damn well know I would.”
You swallow hard around the sudden ache in your throat where his cock should be.
You get up and shuffle over to him. “Alright, quit yer bitchin’. I’m here, and I will lock all the locks.”
He wraps the blanket around your shoulders. “Good girl,” he says and presses a brief kiss to your forehead. Before you even register it, he’s gone, door clacking shut behind him.
You lock all the locks and climb back in bed, but sleep doesn’t find you again.
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Road trip
Tess Servopoulos x Reader
Request- hear me out messr please. Reader along for the ride with Tess Joel and Ellie looking for fireflies. One night they’re holed up in some random house somewhere and Tess and reader need so relief. And they get busyyyyyyy but have to be quiet because Joel and Ellie might hear them. Tess with her hand on your mouth and fucking you and trapping her moans in your mouth🤤🤤 PLEASE
A/n- ngl. I’ve rewritten it twice. And I still don’t particularly like it allll that much. But I promised you guys these smutober posts and now it’s November so I’m v v sorry. But here’s the last smutober post. Enjoy. Smuts on the shorter side but it felt fitting for the scene!
Word count: 3.7k
Warnings: 18+ | smut- fingering ( r receiving)
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“ I’m starving “ Ellie complained for what felt like the millionth time, dragging out her words and dramatically slumping over as she walked with a groan. It made a smile tug at your lips as you watched her in amusement, a glance over at Tess showing she had the same look on her face.
That only made you smile more. Tess had grown an incredibly soft spot for the kid over the months. In fact she’d had a soft spot for her from the very beginning. If it hadn’t have been for her none of you would even be stood where you were now.
Wherever there was.
“ where even are we? “ Ellie asked, hanging back from Joel a little to then look up at you and Tess. As if reading your mind.
“ oh somewhere in Iowa I think. Joel? “
“ Iowa “ he confirmed from the front of the group “ keep up “ Jackson felt forever away, you were all putting in long long days of walking. Taking longer routes to avoid big cities, traipsing through back roads and woodland. You had suggested trying to find a car. Joel hadn’t even given you an answer to that, just one of his looks that said ‘ are you fucking with me right now? ‘
You knew it’d be damn near impossible to find one that still worked but you’d suggest anything to get a break from all that damn walking.
“ you ever been to Iowa? “ Ellie asked, kicking a rock along the ground as she walked beside you. The poor kid looked exhausted. Sometimes you forgot how young she was.
“ no. I never really did any travelling until the world ended. And if I had I don’t think Iowa would’ve been at the top of my list “ you said with a laugh and she nodded, but yawned before she could say anything else. You sighed and placed a gentle hand to her shoulder “ you wanna stop kid? “ she glanced over at where Joel had stopped walking and tried to straighten her self out a little more.
“ I’m not even tired “ you sighed again and rolled your eyes. She seemed hell bent on impressing Joel. Like she had some need to prove to him that she was much stronger than she looked, that she could handle herself. She seemed to forget she was just a kid. And an entire day of walking, plus the fact that she was hungry? It was time to stop.
“ Joel lemme see that map “ Tess piped up, beckoning for it with her fingers before just taking the map from him before he could even agree to it.
“ we still got at least another hour of light we should keep- “
“ I’m tired too “ you interrupted. In truth you thought maybe you could hack another hour or so before you dropped. You were exhausted but you could keep going if you had to. But Ellie couldn’t and two voices were better than one. Ellie needed to sleep. Even if she refused to admit it to Joel herself. Tess glanced over at you, a slight warm look in her eyes as she realised why you had said it.
You were seeing that warmth a little more the longer she was around Ellie. A warmth she’d buried for so long, that only you got to really see, finally being pulled up to the surface.
Some deep rooted motherly instinct to protect this scrappy little kid that was now in your care. Ellie was making her soft. And maybe you too.
“ there’s a small town about a mile that way “ she said and nodded in the direction of the town “ I doubt there’d be any infected we’re in the middle of fuckin nowhere. And it’s so small it’s barely even a town… head into one of the neighbourhoods on the outskirts. Bunk down in one of the houses for the night. Set off early again tomorrow morning “ Joel gave a small sigh before glancing at Ellie and nodding.
“ alright. Let’s go “ you pretended not to catch the look of relief that flashed across Ellie’s face as you ushered her to walk in front of you. Joel led the way and Tess fell into position next to you at the back. She looked tired too. Everyone was fucking tired, you’d like to bet Joel was too. He was just stubborn as fuck about… well everything. But then again, so was Tess. Trying to get either of them to rest for the entire journey had been a mission in itself.
“ this means we can eat soon right? “ you chuckled and nodded
“ we have some of those tins of ravioli you like. Oh and I have some rabbit left over, you can have mine if you want “ she looked quite pleased with that knowledge and seemed to walk a little faster.
“ did you eat today? “ Tess said quietly by your side as Ellie caught up with Joel, ready to hit him with a million and one questions now “ I didn’t see you have anything this mornin and you’re giving Ellie the meat… “ you shrugged and rubbed at your temples lightly, a headache settling itself in. You were tired and tense and hungry. And now the thought of stopping for the day was fully in your mind, you were realising just how tense every single muscle in your body was. Maybe you couldn’t have made it another hour or two.
“ I’ll eat when we stop “ you said and gave her a soft smile as if that would make her believe you more.
In truth your hunger wasn’t the worst thing. It was the fact that you were getting a little homesick.
That shitty Boston apartment and your equally as shitty bed. It was barely big enough to fit the two of you in, was propped up on one side with bricks, but you kinda liked that because it meant you had to sleep wrapped up in Tess’ arms each night. The QZ wasn’t exactly stress free but it was a lot less taxing than traipsing across the country with a kid.
You’d deal with FEDRA fucks and wannabe smugglers over hunters and slavers any day. You missed walking around the QZ with some air of power with Tess, then going back home and spending the evening de stressing from the day with her. The comfortable silence as you counted cards, getting her to lift the two floorboards in the back corner behind the couch to stash your pills. Letting her ease your aching body after particularly stressful days, easing away the ache of bruises with her lips and her fingers.
It had been weeks since you’d had any form of… de stressing with Tess. Of any kind. But particularly the latter.
And the last time hadn’t exactly been anything to shout about either. Needing to have it over and done with as fast as possible before Joel wondered why you’d both been out hunting so long. You’d only just about lost the bruises on your back from where she’d pushed you up against the closest tree the second she deemed you both far enough away from Joel and Ellie’s earshot.
It wasn’t exactly special or even particularly comfortable. It had felt dirty and obscene, to have her fucking you out in the open like that. But you’d gladly take the opportunity again. The things you would do to be back there again, her hand down the front of your jeans and her lips on your neck. Or better yet back in Boston and your shitty apartment, to feel her hands on you. Or her mouth. Or both.
Yeah. Both.
That would definitely ease your achy muscles.
“ sweetheart? “ you glanced over at her and she chuckled at the clearly evident look of confusion on your face
“ huh? “
“ you okay? We’re almost there you need to focus, yeah? “
“ yeah. Yeah. I’m good. I’m focussed. Sorry “ you pushed away the thoughts of your girlfriends skilful hands and mouth, and grabbed your gun from where it was strapped to your thigh.
You could see the small neighbourhood you were heading into at the bottom of the hill, it looked empty. But you could never be too sure In the current climate.
You felt the air shift between your group, everyone preparing for the worst in case there were people lurking in the town. Sticking close to the tree line and keeping your eyes on the windows. The high spots. Looking for any sign of a face or a gun.
“ stay close Ellie “ Tess said in a low voice, the girl instantly moving behind you. You, Joel and Tess were a well oiled machine by that point. It was only natural after so many years as a team. You could anticipate each others moves and thoughts, silently communicate with simple looks. It worked well.
The town seemed abandoned. Most of the buildings collapsing in on themselves, windows smashed and the roof tiles missing. There were one or two in the close vicinity that seemed a little more structurally stable. Joel headed for the one closest pointing for you and Tess to take the back whilst he went for the front.
Ellie stuck close to Tess as you made your way towards the back door, trying the handle to find it unlocked. That was a good sign. You opened it and stepped inside, no noise traps. No actual traps. All good signs.
You cleared the downstairs pretty quickly, finding no one there. In fact it seemed as though no one had been there for years. Thick layers of dust only now disturbed by your boots, the feeling of just… emptiness.
Joel returned from clearing the upstairs and gave a small nod.
“ clear “
You all made your way into the garage, silently agreeing that it was the safest spot to sleep. One door into the house and the garage door that nobody could possibly open silently enough not to alarm anyone.
Joel and Tess found one mattress upstairs that wasn’t completely rotten, placing it in the middle for Ellie. You, Tess and Joel opted for the floor. Using the thin blankets you’d taken from Henry and Sams packs back in Pittsburgh. You were almost used to laying on the hard ground now. So you didn’t really even mind. And Tess’ body warmth was enough to chase the chill away.
Ellie devoured the rabbit and her tin of ravioli, scraping out every last drop of sauce she could and still not looking entirely satisfied. You attempted to offer her the rest of yours but Tess stopped you before you could even say the first word in your sentence, placing her hand on yours to keep you in place. And then offering the kid her own.
“ Ellie. Here “
“ it’s okay I’m- “
“ take it. It’s fine “ she took it sheepishly and whispered a thank you before devouring that too. You placed yours into her hands then “ you need- “
“ we can share “ Tess was stubborn but so were you. And Tess sighed with a nod, taking the fork from you and having a bite. Passing the fork back and forth until the tin was empty. You still weren’t particularly full. But you were used to that too.
Ellie passed out ridiculously fast, making you smile at how at ease she looked even in the current circumstances. Joel disappeared briefly back into the house, sounds of broken glass scattering on the floor before returning. He barricaded the door leading back into the house before turning his back to you all, laying down facing the door with a grumbled goodnight.
You chose a spot in the opposite corner of the room to sleep, always feeling safer when no one could sneak up behind you. You felt safer than you had for the majority of the journey, the singular door out blocked. The windows on the garage door too small to fit anyone through. You could all hopefully get some decent sleep.
You settled under the blanket as Tess unlaced her boots slightly. She never took them off now, in case you needed to make a quick escape. Just loosened the laces. You looked over at Ellie fast asleep on the mattress and silently wished there had been another one to use, the concrete of the floor not exactly comfortable. But still, you were all safe as could be. That was all that mattered really.
Tess scooted down behind you, pulling you back against her chest and sliding her arms around you. So she could keep you close and warm, a deep sigh leaving her and tickling the back of your neck. She’d bundled up her jacket to use as some kind of pillow for you, but she also nudged her arm under your head to keep you off the concrete as much as possible.
“ you doing okay? “ she asked quietly, pressing her face to the back of your neck
“ I’m okay “
“ really? you’re so tense “ Tess said quietly, her fingers tracing up and down your side lightly “ you have been all day “
“ my muscles hurt “ you confessed in a whisper as not to wake up Joel or Ellie “ my whole body hurts “
“ oh sweetheart “ she sighed, kissing the back of your neck softly “ you need to relax “ she murmured against your ear, her lips brushing against your skin and her warm breath making goosebumps rise “ I can help you relax “
Her fingers pressed harder, pushing at your aching muscles through your clothes in a way that actually did offer a small amount of relief.
“ good? “ you hummed an answer, pretty sure you could fall asleep like that. Close your eyes and think hard enough to pretend you were back in Boston, that she was easing the pain after a long day on one of the food depot shifts. Lifting and hauling boxes all day, always going home after that assignment feeling like you’d been hit by a truck.
More often than not it ended with her wandering hands making you come over and over again, because according to her it was the best cure for aching muscles. You didn’t know if you entirely believed her logic, but you weren’t exactly going to complain about it.
Her fingers slipped under your sweater and you shivered at the coldness of her touch, but soon let out a soft sigh as she moved upwards. She unashamedly groped at your chest through the material of your bra, a small involuntary whimper escaping your lips.
“ maybe helping me to relax at the same time “ she mumbled, making a smile tug at your lips. You felt her let out a steady sigh, the warm air tickling your neck. Joel shuffled slightly in his sleep and your froze but Tess didn’t stop “ s’okay he’s still asleep “
You wondered just how desperate she was for you to the fact that she had so little fear at being caught. It made your face flush with heat and your back arch involuntarily against her. Her hand immediately left its position under your sweater and flew to your hip, pulling you back against her and squeezing.
“ I wish you could fuck me “ you whispered in practically one breath, horniness starting to cloud your better judgement
“ yeah? “ her voice was that low, sultry tone that felt like warm caramel. Slow and drawn out, warmth flowing over your despite the cold “ missing mommy’s cock baby? “ a whimper slipped past your lips without your permission again, your eyes darting to Ellie and Joel in fear you’d been too loud. Of course you hadn’t. And both of them remained fast asleep
“ Tess- “ you cut yourself off as her hand danced along the waist band of your jeans, pressing soft kisses to your neck. You felt your skin prickle, immediately knowing what she wanted to do. The cold of the concrete no longer affecting you. And as much as you wanted it, you knew you couldn’t. Not there.
“ we can’t “
“ we can. Just be quiet “ you could hear the smile in her voice, feel it against your skin as she wasted no time and carefully undid the button of your jeans, one handed and skilful in a way you hadn’t quite mastered yet, still pressing those soft wet kisses to your neck.
“ Tess… “
“ stay quiet yeah? “ she whispered as she pressed the palm of her hand against your underwear, making your breath hitch at the pressure. Her finger traced along your slit through the materiel. You felt her smile against your neck as she slipped her way past the cotton restraints, noting that as much as she clearly wanted to do it she also didn’t want to waste any time.
So she was quick with moving her finger between your folds, breath stuttering as you tried to remain quiet and calm. As much as you’d said only a second ago that you couldn’t do it, you found yourself moving your leg to let her have better access. It only made her smile more “ thought you said we can’t do it?” She murmured softly, some mixture of smugness and amusement in her tone.
“ shut up “ honestly though it was you that needed to shut up, gasping a little too loudly when her fingers applied a little more pressure.
Maybe it was a good thing that she clearly needed it over with quickly, because you weren’t confident in your ability to be silent. At all. In fact it was a running joke with her and Joel that you were notoriously bad at being quiet. Joel had complained so many times that he could hear you through the walls. Mostly that just encouraged Tess to make you be ten times louder though.
But thankfully for you- and probably Joel too- you were both in no situation to be loud or draw things out tonight. And she knew your body better than you, so as much as she was able to draw it out for hours. She could also have it over in minutes.
You gasped when her fingers circled your clit, slightly embarrassed by how wet her fingers felt after barely a minute of touching you. You got turned in ridiculously fast “ shh shhh be a good girl nice and quiet. Nice and quiet for me “ she urged, voice still silky and soft.
“ I’ve been thinking about this for so long “ you whispered, eyes falling closed as you focussed on the skilful movement of her fingers. Working at you expertly even within the tricky confides of your unbuttoned jeans.
“ is that where you keep going when you zone out? “ she asked with a small laugh. Maybe you weren’t as subtle as you thought you were. At least no one knew what you were actually thinking. The last thing you needed was someone in your head seeing all the filthy things you daydreamed about Tess doing to you…
“ maybe “ she laughed again, but it soon fell into a slightly frustrated sigh.
“ the second we reach Jackson we are finding a bed “ she mumbled, shifting around behind you and seemingly trying to reposition her hand to be more comfortable “ or. Anywhere that I can actually get your fuckin naked “
“ hmm that’d be nic- Tess “ you gasped her name as finally seemed to get her hand into a position that she could get into the perfect spot. The perfect rhythm.
“ there we go “ she picked up the speed, lips attacking your neck at the same time in a utterly dizzying combination. You pressed the back of your hand to your mouth to try stifle any sound that wanted to escape. You were hyper sensitive to every sound. Like somehow your heavy breaths would wake Joel and Ellie , or rustle of the blanket. As if he wasn’t half deaf and Ellie slept like a log.
But somehow that element of fear was twisting into something different, some burning hot type of adrenaline pricking over your skin. Paired with the way Tess was working at your desperate, throbbing clit? You were a goner, already feeling the pressure building and it had barely been a few minutes.
“ you know what else I can’t wait for in Jackson? Hm? I cant wait to hear your pretty sounds again “ you whimpered at the thought. Remembering every filthy word Tess liked to say to you to make you moan, how she would have the smuggest look on her face with every whimper and whine. Showering you in praise for every little noise that passed your lips “ you always sound so pretty for me don’t you baby? “
Your mind replayed as many memories of those times in your head as it could, memories of her words. Her body. God you wanted to see her body again. Wanted to touch her and feel her skin pressing against your own in as many spots as humanly possible. You wanted to bury your face between her legs and never ever leave, make up for lost time and have her make it right back up to you too.
The thought of that, paired with her fingers and lips nipping at your neck, was enough to topple you over the edge.
You trapped her hand between your legs, focusing on trying to stay quiet, shuddering breaths hidden by the thin blanket pulled up to your mouth. You were never more thankful for Joel’s busted ear.
You turned your head, looping your arm around to pull her lips onto yours, not so confident in your ability to remain quiet as you finished. And even with Joel’s shitty hearing and the blanket.
She had the worlds smuggest smile as you moaned softly into her mouth, keeping her hand between your legs as your orgasm washed over you in a draining wave.
It zapped every single last drop of energy you had left in your body, muscles like jelly as you let her go. And in her defence. You were certainly less tense than you had been before.
“ thank you “ you mumbled, eyelids heavy as you tried to not immediately give in to sleep. Tess chuckled slightly and kissed your cheek, withdrawing her hand from your jeans.
“ thanking me for sex now? You really are tired “ you hummed some attempt at an answer and she laughed again, holding you tightly against her “ go to sleep “
“ I owe you one “ Tess smiled and pressed another kiss to your cheek
“ you sure do “
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SHARING YOU
Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!bisexual reader x Tess
Summary: Tess can have any girl in Jackson, but she wants you, Joel's girl and the only way that can happen is the three of you getting into an arrangement
Warnings: queer!Tess, bisexual!reader, smut, mentions of threesome F/F/M, dirty talk, jealous!Joel, a little bit of voyeurism, lesbian sex, scissoring, smut with no plot
A/N: besties I don't even know where that came from, I mean, I don't even like Tess in the show let alone find her hot but I had a real dirty dream about it and the idea got stuck with me all day long
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Tess and Joel weren't a couple, they were partners in crime or, as they liked to call, at work.
You and Joel were a couple, sort of, you were in love with him, he might be in love with you, but he wouldn't admit it, however he made clear you were his.
Tess wasn't in love with you and you weren't in love with her, but she was in love with your body and after a night of drinking and flirting with you, she got the balls and went to talk to Joel: she wanted to share you with him.
He laughed. Truly laughed not believing her words at first. He thought she was joking, but when Tess didn't flinch a muscle and waited for the answer, lips didn't even twitch in a smile, Joel swallowed hard. The woman was dead serious.
He didn't understand why she wanted his girl, you were his. It was established from the beginning, from the moment he lay eyes on you, he knew you would be his, and you wanted to be his. Tess never had any problem finding herself some pussy, she often did it easier than Joel if anyone asked - not that he would admit it out loud. Even when they were back in the QZ, and now in Jackson? Of course it was a smaller community and women didn't seem so desperate for easy sex like they were in Boston, but he was sure Tess could get as many drunk girls at the bar as she desired, women who claimed to be straight but died of curiosity to try things with another woman, or even some bored housewife who would like to live a dirty fantasy. So why his girl? Why you? It was a big no.
Tess sighed and licked her lips, staring at Joel "come on, don't you really wanna see your girl with another one? We can get to an agreement… you watch. Or participate" she suggested.
And that caught Joel's attention.
So the two of them began discussing their agreements.
Joel would have to be present at all times it happened, he could either watch it or participate in it. Tess came to the point of telling Joel he could stick his cock in her if he didn't stop her from doing anything she wanted with your cunt.
And you stood right there, a few feet away listening to everything those assholes were talking about you as if you weren't in the room, or worse, as if you were their little pet.
A part of you got infuriated at that audacity, they discussed who would fuck you, on what terms they would fuck you without even asking your opinion, assuming you would just go with it. However, another part of you couldn't control the warmth in your lower belly, it was so outrageous, so dirty and yet, you felt a slick warmth in your panties. You couldn't believe yourself when you saw how turned on you got at those two motherfuckers wanting to use you as a sex doll.
But they did it, and against any better judgment you loved every minute of it.
And it became a regular thing, usually weekends, when things were calmer, work wasn't so demanding and the three of you could enjoy yourselves.
However, Joel came up with another rule: Tess didn't sleep in the same bed as the two of you did, rule of course, she often disrespected.
It just made sense to her: if Joel got to sleep with his boner poking your ass, she had the right to sleep with her pussy rubbing against your thigh. And you? Always slept safely between the two of them. You couldn't say you didn't like your arrangement, cumming with Joel was good, but it was also good with Tess, it was different, her touches were different from his, there was something about being with another woman and something about Joel watching the two of you. You knew he liked it, no matter how hard he tried to hide and pretend he didn't, it just made him hard in an obscene way and he couldn't get enough of it. Even if the sting of jealousy still bothered him, the lust was bigger and it always topped that.
He knew your heart belonged to him and no one else's, no matter if Tess made you cum as hard as he did, she wouldn't be the one you clung to at night, nor the one she would bake apple pies like a cute and docile housewife, and he liked that. At the end of the day, no matter if you were shared in bed, you were still his, his girl, his everything, and Tess couldn't get a hold of that.
He woke up in the middle of the night still a little confused as the sleep haze made his memories of the night before blurry. Or it was the amount of alcohol he had, but he didn't care, as soon as the images of you whimpering, legs spread as Tess ate you out at the same time you had his cock shoved deep into your throat, he smirked. Or when you switched positions and ate Tess out - you were quite inexperienced at first, but with time you got the hang of it. You had even confessed to Joel you enjoyed doing it, and you understood why he enjoyed burying his face into your cunt so many times during the week.
He loved the finally fuck you while you were on your knees, your hands gripping Tess's hips to keep her in place as you flicked her clit up and down, suckling on it and loving the way her pussy gushed and her juices soaked your chin.
Joel wasn't so sure about the deal in the beginning, but now he couldn't deny he enjoyed seeing you unleash yourself and act like a sexually free woman. It was hot, Joel really loved it.
What he didn't love was when Tess still intruded after everyone was satisfied and stayed in your shared bed. He watched her, hair sprawled all over her face and groaned, displeased to see her so close to you.
His hand on your stomach pulled you closer to his body, enough so Tess would raise her head and roll her eyes "I'm not gonna bite off any slice of her, you know…" she said annoyed to which he only scoffed "she's mine, you had some now get out" his voice was a grumbling purr and you finally stirred, groaning on your own as the two of them didn't shut up.
You rubbed your eyes "why can't you two just stay quiet? I didn't hear any of you complain when I made you cum… at the same time" you said.
"Because she won't leave when it's time for her to leave" Joel groaned like a jealous child.
"I haven't left because I'm still horny" Tess immediately replied and looked down at you, her hands going for your hips, stroking them softly "we could go for a second round, couldn't we princess?" She licked her lips and looked at you, but Joel's hand immediately snapped hers away from your skin.
"Come on Joel, wouldn't you want to see us rubbing clits together? The way her slippery pussy rubs against mine, our clits hard and wet, all of that… what do you say, Joel? And you, Y/N?"
You could tell Joel was a little jealous and a little bothered, but you felt another wave of lust hitting you. Enough to sit straight in bed and turn on the lamp on the nightstand.
You bit your lips and smiled "mmm I think I'll like that… would you like to watch, Joel?" You asked him, going for his neck, kissing it as your hand caressed his cheek, feeling his scruffy beard under your touch.
He sighed a little annoyed, though the way you opened your legs immediately caught his attention. Joel sat straight in bed, pulling you to his lap, if you were going to fuck Tess you would do it while rubbing against his cock as well.
He positioned you on his lap, helping you keep your legs wide open while Tess came closer like a predator. The man's fingers went down your naked body, finding your pussy lips and spreading them.
He couldn't believe how wet you already were, and it would definitely make him more jealous if he weren't already turned on by it.
"Mmm take a look at this pretty cunt, your pussy is so pretty baby, your clit drives me crazy" Tess praised, kissing your thigh and spreading herself for you to see.
You bit your lips, watching her pussy, it was so soft and her clit was big, which you found out it was a huge turn on for you. Joel's digits found your clit, rubbing it gently, using your wetness on it, making it harder and slippery.
You whimpered as Joel held your lips spread apart, at the same time Tess came closer. She was a lot better at scissoring than you were, so she always took the lead.
Approaching you, she placed her leg on top of your thigh, enjoying the fact your hips were up thanks to Joel's lap.
Her clit finally touched yours. It was hot and wet and it sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine. You moved your hips slowly at first, Joel's hands helping your pick up your pace as Tess rubbed herself against you.
If you were wet before, now you were simply soaked. The obscene sounds of your both cunts against each other's, the way your clit was rubbing against Tess and how you moaned as your orgasm approached filled the room.
You wanted to speed up the pace, not getting enough friction, so you tackled Tess back, pushing her against the mattress as you got off Joel's lap and climbed on her, fastening the pace, riding her pussy as fast as you would Joel's cock.
You were so full of pleasure, the knot in your lower belly was intense, and the moment you felt Tess's legs shake and how wet she immediately got once she moaned louder, you let it go yourself.
Cumming on top of her, you could feel your juices mixed running down her thighs.
Looking back at Joel, you smirked. His cock was rock hard, and he needed your attention now.
You would have a long night ahead of you, it was always like that when you were Joel's and Tess's fuck doll.
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A/N: 😳🪭
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DAY SIX: Begging w/ Tess Servopoulos
a/n: DOUBLE UPLOAD GUYS YIPPIE!!! Here's more wlw content because I was absolutely determind to somehow manage to slip Tess in here if it was the last thing I did. I need to write for her more tbh sigh.
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If there was one thing that Tess knew how to play, it was the long game. She didn't care about how long she had to wait, because in the end, she knew she'd always win. Always. So, you could deny her for however long you wanted; you could deny how you felt about her until your face went blue, because she knew that eventually you'd give in, and you did.
She had to admit, it did take her by surprise with how long it took to get you under her, but she enjoyed the chase. There were a lot of things that would keep her on her toes, but none of that adrenaline compared to the moments where you'd let her continue her tantalizing touches down your body before taking her hands off of you.
When you had allowed her to continue to the hem of your pants — where you'd usually stop her — she was taken aback. She heard your mischievous laughter at her surprise.
"What?" You breathlessly asked with a smirk, "Scared?" She raised a brow at your teasing, tongue poking the inside of her cheek. So, you wanted to be a brat? She could work with that. The idea that she had no idea what you were like in bed enticed her even more, but if it was anything like the way you were acting now?
Oh yeah, she was going to fucking devour you.
"Fuck, Tess!" You whined. Your hips jumped at the feeling of the pads of her fingers lightly tracing your labia. Whenever she trailed over your clit she'd put excess pressure on it before trailing down to your leaking entrance, where she'd act like she was about to penetrate you before starting her teasing all over again.
"Don't tease." The squeaky complaint slipped through your lips before you could think about it.
A sharp slap on your clit caused your legs to try and flutter shut, but Tess' shoulders were holding them open.
"You don't get to boss me around." She said sternly, her already raspy voice extra gruff with a layer of lust. You gasped at the stinging feeling, watery eyes looking down at her.
"Sorry, 'm sorry."
She hummed thoughtlessly at your apologies. Her two fingers became a thumb when she finally decided to massage your bundle of nerves. A cry wretched itself from your throat. It was a mix of relief and overstimulation due to the amount of foreplay, most of it revolving around barely there touches after she had stripped you bare.
"Think you can boss me around after denying me this sweet pussy for so long." She mumbled to herself. Your face lit ablaze at her words, stomach twisting excitedly when you felt the tip of her middle and ring finger prod at your entrance.
You were going to be honest, the only reason you had denied her for so long was because you enjoyed the chase. No one had worked so hard for you before, and her insistence had led to your walls slightly crumbling, allowing her to kiss and touch on you before pulling her hands off your body with a smirk.
Tess was a dominating woman, the best smuggler in the field compared to Joel, so having her trailing and yearning after you almost seemed too good to be true.
"Ah!" You squeaked. Her callused digits entered you roughly, leaving no room for mercy as she stretched open your pussy. There was little pain compared to the pleasure, fire coursing through your veins when she'd harshly caress your g-spot.
"Tess, Tess, Tess…" All you could do was chant her name like a prayer, but the way you said it all out of breath was pure sin. She had been on a mission to fuck you stupid, to teach you that bratty shit doesn't slide with her — even though you're more than welcome to do it again.
All you could do was claw at her bare shoulders, the only thing covering her upper body being her beat up, old white tank top that made her look insanely attractive.
"C'mon, honey. I know you can give it to me." She cooed with a smirk on her face.
If she could get you like this, Tess wouldn't mind being denied, and just waiting a little bit longer.
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omgomgomg so i saw that u write for tess & when i tell u i never screamed louder!!1!1!!
can we pretty please get a toothrottingly fluffy smut where its readers first time & tess is just like gentle & sweet towards reader and making sure theyre comfy and stuff, sorry if this is kind of all over the place this is actually my first time requestin somethin 🫶🏽
━ 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄
𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Tess Servopoulos x Fem-bodied!Reader
( Written as game vers. Tess but can be read as both! )
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, v fingering ( r receiving ), oral sex ( r receiving ), mentions of alcohol / getting drunk ( in passing ), super fluffy cause omg they're cute, top!tess, bottom!reader, ( let me know if I missed something with the gender I tried to be as gender neutral as possible )
𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope ( it's been hours and it's 2am I'm tired )
𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I'm so happy that I was the first you requested for! I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK TO LONG IT'S BEEN A ROUGH TIME. BUT ILY!!!! I hope you enjoy!! <3
Game tess has no gifs unlike HBO Tess :( They're both equally hot they should have equal gifs !!!!!!
REBLOGS APPRECIATED AND NOTICED
The lightning flickered against your eyes every time it made it's appearance, it's partner, thunder, never far behind. The loud sounds feeling as though they shook the entire complex and everything around it, even the QZ walls shuddered. But you payed no mind, staring down at the guards in the road. Very few, but they were there.
They'd talk back and forth to forget about the rain, ignore the chill of the wind nipping their faces. Talk about before or pretend the past never happened.
Sometimes you could hear them, but tonight you couldn't. Not with the rain and the loud banging on the decrepit buildings. Sometimes you wondered whether or not the buildings in the QZ would last much longer with storms like this.
Instead though, on this night, you just watched them, then sometimes the rain droplets, imagining them as two cars racing one another down the glass. As if you were a kid in the back of your childhood van.
The door then suddenly opened up behind you, but you didn't turn around. Recognizing how specific her boots sounded against the wood flooring, how she cursed underneath her breath and threw her stuff onto the table with a thump.
You knew who it was without needing to turn around so you kept staring. Eyes droopy but you were wide awake.
"What's so entertaining?" You heard the slight sass in her voice, the tone that never left even when she was being deadly serious. It made you smile, turning your head to the side to look at her.
"Everything and nothing." You took in a breath of the cold air that crept passed the window seal. "Gotta make do in the apocalypse."
She stood at island counters, hands spread apart and leaning her weight on the tile. Staring at you with a stupid smirk on her face.
"What took you so long?" Tess knew the question was coming but that didn't mean she wanted to answer it. "Ran into some trouble-" "What?" "-but I got out of it. Just some assholes that thought they wanted to mess with Joel and I."
You hadn't seen Joel in a while, but you reckon he hadn't changed a teeny, tiny bit since the last time you had. You took to liking to the grumpy man, you trusted him to make sure Tess came back breathing.
Despite is unfavorable gaze and his harsh wording.
"Are you hurt?" You stood from the chair, taking fast strides towards her while she shook her head, still smiling. "No, didn't even bump a hair on my head. I promise." A bit of a white lie, but she didn't want to worry you.
"Swear?" Tess quietly nodded, looking at you run your eyes over and over her face while turning her head back and forth. Looking for any scratch or slightly discolored patch of skin that wasn't there that morning.
"Say it." She grabbed your hands from her cheeks and holding them in her own. "Swear."
You leaned forwards to kiss her, noticing her slightly chapped lips and the mostly soaked in lip oil you'd let her borrow while out and about. Wanting to hide one of your favorite parts of her away from the unforgiving wind.
It didn't take her a second to kiss back either, grabbing your hips to keep you there until she decided to pull back. Grabbing either side of your cheeks and tilting your head down to kiss your forehead. Resting her mouth against your hair as she thought.
"How 'bout you go get ready for bed, I'll get my shit put away, okay?" Pulling away from her you raised an eyebrow. "And what am I getting out of this?" "You ain't gonna get anything you keep asking questions."
You huffed but shuffled off, squeezing her hand as you did so .
Tess and you were never supposed to go this far. Roommates. Someone to get drunk with to forget or tell stories and be each other shoulder to maybe shed a tear on. Never go further than that.
But it did.
You weren't sure who fell first, you just knew you did and it was hard.
She felt as if she was too old for you, even though you weren't the youngest yourself. You did know that there were some things that she had experienced that you just hadn't because of the world's terrible timing. But you never felt too young for her.
Just perfect, actually.
You were barely friends back then, and yet, you trusted each other more than most married couples. But, once it did go further it also went unspoken.
You were hers, as she was yours. Corny, but so were you.
As Tess would say anyway.
You laid down to wait for her, looking at the closed curtains in your small shared room. Only fitting a tiny closet and a bed, not that you had much for the closet to hold.
"Scooch."
Tess appeared behind you, smiling while watching you scoot towards the other side of the bed to make room for her. Feeling her arms wrap around your middle and her breath against your neck send shivers down your spine.
"What about your day?" Tess muttered, kissing the nape of your neck. "Boring. I did some odd jobs all day but they didn't last long. Mostly waited on your slow ass." You felt her laugh against your skin, chuckling to herself while shaking her head.
"Slow, huh?" "Mhm. Too busy getting jumped to come home to me, right?" Her grip tightened when she let a sarcastic 'ha ha', sitting up and resting her head on her hand.
"C'mere." Tess lightly gripped your face, giving you a much hungrier kiss than she had earlier when you had initiated. No, this one had need behind it, want seeping from it.
"I missed you today." She whispered, kissing you again and letting herself taste the mint contraband you'd been chewing earlier. "I missed you too." You breathed, a nervous feeling pooling in your lower belly.
"Fuck I missed this." Tess hated leaving in the mornings, and the afternoons, especially the nights as well. Tess just hated leaving, but she knew she had to if you both wanted to survive.
Her hand crept down to your sleeping pants, running her fingers over the band that was low on your hips. The rough pads feathering over your sensitive skin. Caressing your inner thigh through the thin, withered fabric.
Inches away where you began to felt the need for her. A need you hadn't felt in a long, long time. One you'd never satisfied, and you sure never had someone else satisfy.
"Tess." You pulled back slightly, a bit taken aback by your reaction just as she was. "Shit, I'm sorry, fuck I should've-" "It's... it's not that."
Your expression spoke a thousand words, shamefully glancing away from her and at anything else in the room to distract yourself.
"You're.." It was deadly silent besides the rain banging against the glass panes. "Y/n, you didn't think to tell me?" "M'sorry I didn't.."
Her voice held no malice, only genuine confusion making you finally look at her. Seeing her more concerned you didn't feel comfortable enough to tell her, the thought of you hiding it maliciously never crossing her mind.
"I was so young... when the world went to shit.." You trailed off in a broken whisper, trying to explain yourself but you didn't have to.
Not to her. Never to her.
Not with something like this.
"Hey, hey look at me." And you did, meeting her darkened eyes only illuminated by the light coming from the sheer covered window.
"You don't have to do all that. Not with me. It's up to you."
"I want to." You spoke, so low and soft, your voice sounded like a drug to her. Nervous and ready for what was to come.
You trusted her.
Tess looked away from your eyes and down at the hem of your oversized shirt, unable to give her a view of your silhouette that she loved so much.
Her hand moved to pull it up and over your boobs, lightly brushing the very tips of her fingers against your nipples. Getting a few light whimpers to fall from your lips.
"Look at that." Tess moved over your body, kissing your collarbone and then your chest. Making her way all the way down to your sensitive bud, licking your tit to get a reaction from you.
And it worked, her mouth making your breath halt, feeling the warmth wrap around your entire boob. Then quickly feeling her move to the other, only kissing it before giving your belly a peck. Sitting up again.
Tess scanned your face, leaning down to kiss your lips.
"You tell me when it's too much, got it? You tell me when to stop."
"Okay. Okay I will."
Looping around your waistband, Tess pulled the pants from your legs. Making the pulse between your thighs even worse as the layer was stripped away. Even squeezing them together to be rid of the uncomfortable feeling.
"God, you're so... shit just look at you." You felt your face warm, invisible to her eye but to you, you were burning up. A fever created from her words mixed with her starved eyes raking over your body like she hadn't ate in decades.
"Spread your legs baby, c'mon." And you did, her arms hooking under your knees to bring you even closer to you. The woman grinning when you shrieked in surprise at her sudden tug.
"There you go, so good for me. To think no one else has gotten to see any of this. Some unlucky fucks."
"Lucky for you though." You giggled, her warm palms trailing your exposed hips. Hooking under the tiny elastic underwear band.
"You sure about this?" Her eyes flicked to yours again.
"Positive."
Tess than pulled them slowly from your legs, a string of slick following after them making her own cunt ache at the sight.
"God, Y/n." She tossed them aside to find another time. Leaning down between your thighs. "All for me." Tess kissed your inner thigh, again and again while inching towards your heat.
"Ready baby?" You nodded quickly, the pain of your own arousal becoming too much for you to handle all on your own. "Yes, please, please Tess."
Her mouth soon wrapped around your clit, tongue tracing an infinity sign over the sensitive bud over and over. Not stopping and not slowing, just again and again while watching your reactions.
Your legs felt like they went numb, head falling back in to the pillows while loud babbles tumbled from your lips. Wanting to praise her but you couldn't. The feeling was so alien and so much, you didn't know what to say. Until you did.
"Oh- oh my god.. please more Tess... please.." Your hands went to her hair, the other to your mouth to try it's best the muffle the sounds. But you weren't sure of well it would work when you couldn't keep it there, instead gripping the sheets when she pushed your leg further to the side getting an even better angle to fuck you in.
"I'm gonna do something, okay, you tell me if it's too much." You hummed, a bit lost in your cotton-stuffed mind feeling like you were lost in a fog and couldn't find yourself a way out.
Tess's finger appeared at your hole, very slowly pushing inside your body. A whine of discomfort filling her ears and she hated it, only wanting it to be over as soon as it could be. Wanting your body to stop tensing so hard.
"I know, I know, but it's gonna feel good I promise." The woman kissed your thigh again, then your clit, beginning her assault on your bundle of nerves to distract the rest of you away from the twinges of pain.
And it began to, not only her warm tongue sending so much pleasure through your lower half, now a curled finger ran along your walls. The rest of you beginning to relax as her movements sped up, but only the more you began to get used to it.
"Tess... more. I want more please." You looked down at her, never having felt what you were at the moment, and you couldn't get enough.
Tess added yet another finger and giving you another deliciously nice stretch, the woman sitting up a bit, the thumb of her other hand circling your clit.
"How's that, huh?" She watched you nod, looking down at your cunt while she kept you full. Moving in and out at a faster pace while keeping her thumb going in whatever motion she decided.
"G-good.." You responded, "reall-ly good." "That's it." Tess went faster, kissing your lips, muffling your loud moans that wouldn't stop even if you tried. "You're doing so good." "Tess.. oh fuck.. I-"
"Come Y/n. Let go. Let go for me baby." The high-pitched shriek was cute, she thought. Watching you come undone on her fingers.
Pleasure shooting through your entire body, but her movements never stopped. Only going faster, the circular motion on your clit making you joke and try and squeeze your thighs together.
It was too much.
You'd never felt something like that, something so strong and so pleasure-filled, not in a world like this.
Your mind went into a hazed mush while you mumbled and cried out things to her. Your hand scratching at her upper arm while she whispered sweet things to you, calming you down while a tear or two trickled down your hot cheeks.
"You did so good. You did so good, baby."
"Tess... oh fuck." You cried out.
"I know, I know."
And you did, the only thing auditory besides the now slowed rain. Tess kissing the space between your eyebrows and then your nose. Finally moving down to your lips.
"You did so good." Her fingers pulled away from you making you whimper. "I really liked that." You mumbled, Tess smiling and letting out a light chuckle. "Yeah?" You nodded in response.
"M'glad it was you." You then whispered, your blinking began to slow as the exhaustion followed the adrenaline crash. Tess flustered in the darkness, the woman was glad you couldn't see it.
"Get some rest, I'll clean you up, okay?" She kissed your neck, sitting up just as you rolled over, laying almost completely on her side of the bed.
"Okay. But you better come back." "Well you better be out of my spot."
You huffed, "But it's comfier."
a/N: 2:22
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drive me home
pairing: Tess x F!Reader
word count: 1.7k
summary: You drive back home with Tess after she brings you to her holiday work party. She makes it hard to concentrate on the drive.
content/warnings: smut, allusions to boilerplate homophobia, no implied age gap, established but new-ish relationship, fingering, road... finger fucking? (is there a better phrasing equivalent to road head?), possessive behavior, masturbation, Tess is a menace but also a lil vulnerable sometimes, reader has bush (alluded to), Tess does too (not mentioned but I need u to know she has bush), no outbreak or pre-outbreak AU (take your pick), Tess works at a high-powered but undefined job
a/n: just a Tess/reader oneshot that i'm pretending is holiday themed. I have a lotta Tess feelings, man. Hope ya like it 😅
The country roads are dark but blessedly quiet. In the last half hour you've been driving you've only seen half a dozen pairs of headlights. Save your own headlights, the only other illumination is that of the moon and stars, glancing off the rolling fields on either side of your path.
You keep right at the fork in the road and you know--you have only twenty miles more to go. Twenty miles and you'll be home. Twenty miles that usually go by in a heartbeat, with music blasting through your speakers and the windows rolled down, letting the night air stream through the car.
Not an easy twenty miles today, though. Instead, you're struggling.
Even in the low light, you can see the way you're white-knuckling the steering wheel, and Tess chuckles every time your foot twitches and you hit a little too hard on the gas or the brake.
She's sitting in the passenger seat, calm as anything, her cheeks a little pink from the champagne that was going around. The flush really suits her. She's stunning. Both of you are dressed a little fancier than usual, her in a slim-fit suit and heels. You, a little more casual in a button down and pleated trousers. You can feel your cheeks have heated, too, even though you've not had more than one glass of bubbly tonight.
Tess is driving you wild. Her hands. One of her hands is grabbing at her breast, playing with her nipple through the fabric of the blouse she's wearing. Her nipples are hard, poking against the material. You want to bite down. Her other hand slides it's way up your thigh and, in a single deft movement, unbuttons the fly of your trousers. Pulls the zipper down neatly. Fingertips trail their way down past the band of your underwear and dipped into your curls, started tracing devastating little paths all over you.
It was bearable at first, just a bit of sensation, just enough that you felt good. Now, though, it's a desperate heat, an urgent build that's pulling you tighter and tighter and tighter.
"Eyes on the road," she chides you, rubbing her thumb in little circles hard over your clit, "Better be careful takin' some of these turns. You know how it is out here."
"Fuck," you hiss, and she snorts.
Her middle finger is stroking between your folds, dipping deeper and deeper, catching the slick that's practically pouring from your needy cunt and pulling it up to play with your clit again.
The sensation makes you yelp and your foot stutters on the gas, propelling you forward that little bit faster. The car swerves just a little bit, careening slightly on the unpaved path.
Your eyes flick to the road sign you're about to pass. You know you still have fifteen miles to go.
"Jesus Christ you're wet for me," Tess praises, "Pussy's fuckin drenched."
She rubs her fingers along your cunt, delving a little deeper with each stroke, and then presses two fingers into your hole. They slide in slick, meeting no resistance. She groans. You shudder desperately and try to focus on the task ahead of you.
"You're too fucking wet. This ain't just from the drive, is it?" She asks, "Nah, how long've you been like this?"
You swallow. Avoid making eye contact.
"Honey?" she prods, and you melt.
"When- when you called me your girl. In front of everyone," you grit out.
Tess grins, but frowns a little, too. Her hand stills. "You know you're my girl." She means it as a statement, but it comes out almost as a question.
(You don't often see her unsure of herself, and it's surprisingly endearing.)
"No, I know I'm your girl," you agree, "But I didn't know if you wanted them to know."
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know." You shrug. "I don't know if you're out to your coworkers."
"Ah."
"Other women I've dated- when they've taken me to events, they've just said 'oh, this is my friend!', they didn't want me to stand too close, and-"
"And?"
"You didn't. You claimed me."
Tess's smirk is back. Her eyes look hungry.
"That's cause I own you, babe."
You roll your eyes, but let out a wanton gasp as her fingers resumed their ministrations.
"Besides," she laughs, "They ain't gonna say shit. I bring in the best clients in the whole company. Even if they have a problem, they're scared of getting on my bad side."
"Your bad side, huh?" you tease, "Is that the side of you that'll try and tease your girlfriend stupid as she drives us both home?"
"Oh honey, you should know by now that's my good side."
Then she does something with her fingers, pressing enough pressure against your clit that you yelp and the car swerves again.
"Careful, baby," she reminds you, "Eyes on the road."
You groan and hiss at the way she slides a third finger into you and starts moving them. Frowns for a moment and nudges against your hip and you plant your heel on the mat and lift your hips so she can scoot your trousers a little lower down on you, giving her better access.
Then she's pumping into you and you let out a moan, your blood singing in your ears. Her thumb strokes you over and over and you can feel how sensitive your clit has become, how completely drenched you've become.
"Jesus, baby, fuckin' love this messy pussy." She brushes a strand of your hair away from your forehead and the sensation is so heightened, the simple brush of her fingertips so electric you can't bare to look at her. It'd be like looking at the sun.
"I don't think I've ever seen you this wet for me," she marvels, and you gasp at the loss as she pulls her fingers out of you. "Look at you," she says, holding her fingers in front of you. You look at them, see they're coated in your slick, a trickle of wetness dripping down to her wrist.
You're breaths are coming in little pants now and you're doing your best to stay focused. To look at the road ahead of you. Don't be reckless. Don't fuck this up. Be good for Tess, so good for her, do your job and let her make you feel good.
"Open up," she tells you and you do. Her fingers slide into your mouth and you savor the taste of yourself.
"Good, huh?" she asks, and pulls her fingers back out. Pops them in her mouth next. Makes a show of wrapping her tongue round the digits, tasting your saliva and pussy juices. "Fuck. You always taste so fuckin' nice."
Then she unzips her own trousers and puts her fingers in your mouth. They're missing the taste of you or of her but you lick them anyway, swirl your tongue around them, get them nice and wet and dripping, just like you.
When she's satisfied, she throws you a wicked grin that you can just barely glimpse out the corner of your eye as you continue to white knuckle the drive. Then she puts her dripping fingers against her own pussy, and slips her other hand between your thighs again, presses back inside you, and starts rubbing you both off together.
"Here's what's gonna happen," she tells you, "We've got, what, five miles to go?"
It's getting harder and harder to focus. "Uh-huh."
"You're gonna come for me before we get back. Think you can do that?"
You blink, somewhat dazed, and then nod.
"Good girl," she praises.
The next few moments are quiet as her fingers work you both. Your breath comes in pants and gasps, hips bucking erratically. You can feel the way the car is stuttering, and you're unspeakably glad you live in the middle of nowhere.
Your core feels like it's on fire, overwhelmed with pleasure. Every brush of her thumb, the curl of her fingers, the way she moves so steadily against your bucking and grinding and keeps you in place. She's moaning, too, now and you wish you were in her bed, wish you could take your hands off the wheel and tear off her clothes. Wish you could eat her out till she cries, rub your cunt against hers, lose yourself in the sensation of your bodies pressed together chasing soft flesh and heat and pleasure.
You nearly miss the last turn you need to make but swing the wheel at the last moment. Tess huffs a laugh.
Instead of passing the last stop sign before your street, you shove your foot against the brake and stay there.
"That's it," Tess tells you, as she feels the way you start to clench, "That's it, come for me baby, come on, come--"
You do, and waves of pleasure erupt over you. You're shaking and gasping and Tess is praising you through it. Good girl, that's it, feel so good clenched around my fingers, so sweet and wet for me. You can feel that Tess's fingers are drenched, the way they move slickly over and over you and you think for a moment you might black out. Then, your orgasm subsides and Tess tips over the edge after you, working herself through it. She's gasping and moaning and you're not sure you've ever heard a more perfect sound.
After another minute, or maybe two, you see headlights in your rear view mirror. The car behind you waits for a moment and then honks, and Tess swings around to look at the car and give them her middle finger, still wet with your slick. It's dark enough that you're sure they can't see, but it makes you laugh anyway.
You lift your foot from the gas and accelerate again, bringing yourself to your drive. Pull up the path. Park in front of the house.
Tess zips up her trousers and you zip up yours. Step out of the car, with trembling legs.
When you get to the door, before you can turn the key in the lock, Tess pulls you towards her and presses you into a searing kiss. You can taste yourself on her lips and you melt into it.
As she pulls away, she looks you up and down and grins.
"Yeah," she tells you, "You're my girl."
You grab her by the hand and pull her in, slamming the door behind you you. Yeah. You're her girl.
ack this fic kinda got away from me but i hope you like it!! 🩷🩷 happy holiday season to anyone who celebrates!
#tess servopoulos fanfiction#tlou fic#tlou fanfiction#tlou#tess servopoulos x reader#tess x reader#tess x f!reader#i hope i got her voice okay D:#but if i keep overthinking it i'lll never finish it lol
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omg what about face sitting with Tess??
ahhh my first tess request!! thank you so much babes i love this :)
also @millersaurora dedicating this to you babes you seemed very excited at the idea of me writing tess so i love you so much and thank you for your endless support :)
𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 - 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, mdni, smutty little short fic, brief reader body insecurity, oops my finger slipped there's a mommy kink, face sitting, simultaneous orgasms, cumming untouched, pet names (sweetie, baby, pretty girl), there's no plot in sight
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𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
"that's it sweetie, come on, don't be scared"
"but mommy," you whined, "what if i'm too heavy?"
"baby, i promise you're not too heavy. i can hold you and there's nothing i want more than to be smothered by that pretty cunt. now make mommy happy and sit, okay?"
"okay," you said with a shaky breath, slowly lowering yourself down onto tess' waiting mouth below you.
the second her tongue hit your cunt, you felt yourself clench and your eyes roll back. sure, tess had used her mouth on you plenty of times before, but this was different. your weight suspended above her, her strong hands gripping and imprinting bruises into your hips, it was almost overwhelming.
sensing your nerves, she left small kitten licks and gentle kisses all over your cunt. normally her teasing would have been frustrating, but you felt it was rather soothing and reassuring in this moment, the way she was allowing you time to adjust to the new position.
but the second she heard you sigh above her, and felt the tension in your muscles slowly melt away, she suddenly stopped her teasing. with a slopping kiss to your drooling hole, she moved her mouth to your clit and sucked.
almost uncontrollably, your hips bucked. not wanting to hurt her, you tried to still the movements of your body, scared of grinding too harshly into your girlfriend's face. but when tess tapped your ass lightly, and pushed, signaling you to ride, the worries disappeared from your mind.
no longer were you concerned about hurting her or being too heavy, not when she was clearly happy to drown in between your thighs. the feeling of your soft thighs clamped around her head, trapping her in your essence was intoxicating. the smell, taste, and sight of you was more important than oxygen in that moment. nothing mattered to tess except making her pretty girl feel good.
she continued to send pleasurable shockwaves through your body, alternating between flicking her tongue over your clit and sucking it into her mouth. you heard the sound of the bed beginning to tap against the wall from the force of your hips, but it sounded far in the distance and muffled. your only focus was on the talented mouth below you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
you stared down at her, seeing her eyes and the top half of her head, too mesmerized and drunk on your pussy to even look up at you. you admired her beauty, looking almost ethereal and ironically angelic, framed by your thighs and committing deadly and filthy sins. your sweet tess, such a loving and caring girlfriend, but she was never afraid to get rough and dominant with you in your most intimate shared moments.
satisfied with her attention to your clit for the meantime, she moved down to your hole, no longer giving it gentle and loving kisses and instead practically shoving her tongue inside you. you nearly screamed out in pleasure, instead letting your head fall back and forcing your hips even harder on her face. she then fucked her tongue into you, filling you perfectly over and over to the beat of your hips.
you were so lost in your own feeling of euphoria that you didn't even notice or turn to see the sight of her own hips bucking into the air. her panties practically soaking, her puffy clit begging for attention as she humped the empty space between her legs. it was almost involuntary for her, and she was embarrassingly close to her own orgasm just from you using her face to get off.
"oh mommy, fuck 'm gonna cum," you cried, not even daring to let up on the grinding motion of your hips.
tess responded simply with a moan into your pussy, perfectly stimulating you with the vibrations of her mouth. you reached down and grabbed her hair, carefully but forcibly pulling her closer to your cunt. your action was enough to send her over the edge, and she came with a low uh uh mmm uh before her panties were ruined.
her moans and the perfectly vibrating stimulation from them were enough to send you over the edge as well, letting out a pornographic "mommy!" before your cum was making a mess of her face and the bedsheets below the both of you.
you rode out your orgasm, your hips slowing but not quite stopping as you continued to fuck yourself on your girlfriend's soft tongue. finally, the waves of your orgasm had passed and you stilled your movements, cautiously dismounting from her face. sitting yourself next to her, you looked down at her curiously to see a noticeably wet patch on the sheets between her legs.
"um, baby, did you-"
"yeah i did sweetie. never been able to cum untouched like that before but god i was just so drunk on your perfect cunt."
you felt like you could pass out from her words and her implications, how your girlfriend was able to cum untouched, just from the tastse of you. unable to properly string your thoughts together in your post-orgasmic haze, you settled for leaning down to her lips and giving her a passionate kiss, tasting yourself and silently saying more than words every could.
woooo! god i had fun writing this! i think this is the only tess request i got in my inbox so far, but don't be afraid to request more of her! definitely love her with a mommy kink cause god she is MOMMY.
anyways love you all <33
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habits
pairing: tess servopoulos x fem!sex worker!reader
description: tess has a lot of bad habits, but this is the one that she can’t break.
warnings: UNEDITED, smut, implied age gap, mention of assault (physical and sexual), reader has a bush (sorry, but i feel like pubic hair removal would not be a priority in the apocalypse), slight praise kink, substance use
words: 3.7K
date posted: 05/03/23
Tess is a creature of habit. She wasn’t one to veer out of her daily routines, she preferred to consistently wear the same shirt as much as possible (not that she really had many other options), and she always made sure to drop a splash of old–and probably somewhat toxic–whisky into her cup of coffee every morning. Her worst habit of all, though, was that she could scarcely go a single day without swinging by Y/n’s place everyday after she finished her work detail.
She’d first encountered Y/n a few years back, spotting her amongst the crowd as she leaned against the brick exterior of an apartment building with a few other girls. Y/n appeared to have stuck out from the others, appearing somewhat uncomfortable in her shirt that seemed to be a few sizes too small and opting to smile shyly at passing men rather than catcalling or flirting like the others had. Tess stopped to watch for a moment, shaking her head at the group, though her eyes scarcely slipped away from Y/n’s figure.
At first, she’d pitied the girls; they weren’t the only ones in the QZ who had resorted to such work in order to survive–hell, what she and Joel did was probably ten times worse than giving some poor soul a decent night, but there was something about her that made her want to protect her from harm, to keep her from being abused and groped by random guys on the street.
Then she was thankful for them. She’d just stormed out of Joel’s apartment after yet another scuffle with the stubborn man, intent on returning to her own place to drink herself into a dreamless sleep when she spotted her. There were less girls with Y/n this time, likely off with their own clients, and she was wearing something much looser and probably more comfortable than the last time she’d seen her. Tess paused, intending to cross the street and move on, but her feet quickly began leading her towards the small group.
“Hi there,” one of the girls grinned at her slyly, “Can I help you with something?”
“Or me?” The tall blonde interrupted, taking a step towards the woman and jutting out her chest, “Or both of us, or maybe all three? I guess it all depends on what you’ve got on you.”
Tess shook her head, glancing past both of them and locking eyes with the third girl before nodding at her, “You.”
“Me?” She pointed to herself, glancing at the other two girls who scowled slightly at her.
“Yeah, you. Unless you don’t want my business.”
“No, no,” The girl shook her head, stepping forward and extending her hand to her, “Come on, then.”
Tess allowed her to lead her into the apartment building, turning into the third door on the left. The apartment was almost dimly lit by a series of candles, and despite its small size, Tess could tell that there were several people living there due to the bed sheets hanging from the ceiling to divide the space into smaller rooms. The air stank of sweat, sex, and booze, and the shadows being cast on several of the bed sheets combined with the raunchy sounds revealed exactly what was going on inside.
Y/n’s designated area was mostly taken up by a small, twin-sized mattress, a rickety side table, and a dresser. She appeared to have done as much as she could to spruce the area up for both herself and for her clients by having a small mason jar of flowers on the dresser, as well as a few knick-knacks here and there, though there was no disguising the fact that her room was made up of just four curtains.
Tess took a seat on the edge of the mattress, watching as Y/n began to slowly peel her clothing away to reveal a mismatched set of dusty blue cotton panties and a hot pink bralette underneath.
“How much?” Tess broke the silence, eyes scanning over Y/n’s figure in the dim, flickering light.
Y/n pursed her lips, shoulders settling tensely as she tried to feign somewhat of a relaxed state, “Three for oral, five for vaginal, eight for anal. Ten for a bit of everything.”
Tess nodded, noting the wavering of her tone as she fished through her pocket for her cards, dropping ten onto the bedside table, “Do your worst.”
That was two years ago. Initially, Tess was disappointed in herself for bending to a whim like that; to her, spending cards on sex wasn’t exactly practical, nor did it seem worth it. She hadn’t intended on going back, but no more than three weeks later she had returned and offered Y/n another ten cards for her time.
Y/n was addicting for her. Her lips were always softer than Tess’s and tasted like coconuts, and always felt so good against her own. She was a bit tense in the beginning, having admitted to having only slept with two other women before her, but quickly warmed up. Initially, she wouldn’t allow too much on Tess’s end, permitting her hands to wander and allowing her to dip her fingers into her heat from time to time, but she would always stop her before she could feel any pleasure of her own and take care of Tess instead. Tess soon found herself going to Y/n more often, sometimes appearing at the apartment several times a week to find some release.
Sometimes when she would arrive, Y/n would be with other clients. The other girls always offered to take care of her, sliding their palms across her shoulders seductively before dropping them back to their sides when she insisted on waiting for her preferred girl. Tess would sit across the street, eyeing those who stepped out of the apartment complex in disarray, always pushing away that gnawing feeling in her gut that she could only associate with jealousy, especially when they were other women. Tess understood that this was Y/n’s profession, and that Tess was no different than any of her other patrons, but she couldn’t help the growing affection that she felt for the girl each time that she visited.
Sometimes when Tess was in a rush, she would deal with having Y/n get her off quickly before she went back to her responsibilities, but she much preferred the days where she could actually talk to her. After so many visits, Tess began to take notice of her quirks, little habits of her own that she always did, how she always shivered under her touch, certain aspects of her personality that made Tess’s stomach erupt in butterflies. She most enjoyed the days where they would talk for a while afterwards, sharing quiet whispers and soft kisses, though they wouldn’t have been heard anyways over the sounds from the surrounding cubicles. The relationship quickly developed from being born out of Tess’s need for some release to Tess genuinely caring for the girl, all she wanted was a chance to show her just that.
Tess was surprised one day when she arrived outside of the apartment complex, finding the usual group lingering just outside the front door. When she didn’t find Y/n immediately, she figured that she was with someone, though the others quickly let her know that Y/n was not working for the rest of the day, vaguely describing a guard who came in and got a little too rough with her.
“I can take you,” the petite redhead had cooed at her, “You look like you could give me a run for my money.”
Tess shook her head, shoving past them to shoulder her way through the door to the apartment and ignoring their shouting for her to stop. She quickly scampered through the hallways constructed out of curtains, finding the one she so often visited and tore the curtain back.
Y/n sat up in surprise, arms wrapped tightly around her figure and dressed in an old, baggy sweater and some sweatpants, probably the most covered up that Tess had ever seen her. Her hair looked unkempt, and her face was red and splotchy in the few spots that weren't swollen with dark purple bruises. Shock and uncertainty crossed her features as she took in Tess’s appearance; she, too, had gotten a good beating a few days back, her own cheek tinted yellow and sore to the touch.
“Tess,” she breathed, scrambling off of the mattress and crossing the small space to cup her face, “What happened to you?”
“Me?” Tess asked, incredulously, “Baby, what happened to you?”
Y/n’s eyes were glassy, tears brimming her waterline as she choked on her own words, slowly giving some description of exactly how she’d ended up like that, quickly wiping away any of the tears that managed to escape. She ended her story by quickly affirming to her, “I’m sorry, I can ask one of the other girls to take you, tell them what you like–”
Tess shook her head, “No, no, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Are you?”
Y/n sniffled and shook her head, taken aback at the genuinity behind Tess’s words–no one had ever cared for her like this before. She crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m probably just gonna hit the sack, shake it off before tomorrow.”
Tess glanced at the old mattress, her lip curling at the idea of Y/n spending the night alone on it while being forced to endure the other girls with their own clients. She brushed the pad of her thumb over Y/n’s swollen cheekbone, “Come with me, just for the night. I can’t say that it’s really much better than this place, but you’re never gonna get any actual rest here.”
The younger girl mulled over the offer for a few moments, shifting her gaze between her sock-clad feet and Tess’s soft gaze a few times before she finally responded, “Are you sure?”
Tess hadn’t been exaggerating when she said that her own apartment was not much larger or any grander, but the simple fact that she didn’t live with five other girls who had a constant string of men in and out made all the difference. It was a small studio style apartment, the bed in one corner while the kitchen occupied another, and while it was equally as dark and dingy as most of the other apartments in the QZ, but with a few of her belongings lying around, Y/n felt a warm feeling overpower any of the fear that she had been full of the entire journey there. Tess guided her to sit on the small, lumpy sofa, a gentle hand cupping the small of her back before she made quick work of dabbing over her face with a torn rag soaked in whiskey.
“You gonna tell me what happened?”
Y/n was silent for a beat, flinching away as Tess pushed a little too hard on her flesh, “This guy came in, he comes around a lot but he always asks for Scarlet. He was pissed off when I told him that she was with someone else, but he said that I would do so I figured everything was fine, and then he just started to get really rough–” she paused to compose herself as her voice cracked, “When I asked him to stop, he just started hitting me. That’s when the other girls came in and got him off of me, but he got a few licks in.”
Tess barely met her gaze, instead turning to eye her midsection, which she seemed to be cradling with her arms tightly wound around herself. The older woman reached out, fingers playing with the hem of the sweatshirt hesitantly, “Did he hit you down here? Can I see?”
Y/n moved her arms, nodding silently as she made slow movements to pull her sweater over her head. Tess’s breath caught in her throat as Y/n exposed the dark handprints that were embedded in her flesh, her fingers instantly reaching out to caress the swollen skin with as much tenderness as possible.
“How do you feel?”
Y/n shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest to at least cover her breasts, “Doesn’t hurt too much anymore. Everything just aches, I guess.”
“Here,” Tess rushed to the kitchen, digging through one of the drawers and returning with two small white pills, “Take these, they’ll help with the pain.”
Had it been anyone else to be offering her a handful of mystery pills, Y/n would have laughed in their face, but she showed absolutely no signs of hesitation before she dry swallowed the tablets.
“Do you need anything?” Tess asked her, “Water, coffee, food?”
Y/n shrugged, tugging her sweater over her head, “Could you–I mean, if you don’t mind, I just–”
Tess grasped Y/n’s knee to encourage her to spit it out.
“Could you just… hold me?”
Tess almost laughed at how nervous she sounded, as if she would actually give up the opportunity to have Y/n in her arms, and she probably would have if it weren’t for the desperation in her eyes. Tess nodded, offering her a hand and leading her over to the hastily made bed in the corner.
She laid down, stretching across the mattress and pulling her close so that she could lay comfortably on her chest. Y/n burrowed into her warmth, tucking her face as deep into the nape of her neck as physically possible and inhaling her scent. Tess sighed, allowing herself to sink into the horribly uncomfortable mattress and lay as still as possible to avoid disturbing her. Instead, she buried her nose into her hair and pressed soft kisses into her scalp, smoothing a gentle palm down the length of her back.
Y/n lifted her head, laying it on the pillow so that she could see the older woman, her voice scarcely above a whisper, “Thank you.”
Tess raised her hand, pushing a lock of hair out of her face, “You don’t need to thank me. You think I would just leave you there? Come on, baby, you know I like you too much for that.”
The ghost of a smile appeared on her face, features appearing far more relaxed than they had all evening. Y/n slid her own palm up the length of Tess’s side, bringing it up to cup her cheek as she scooted closer, forcing her lips as close to Tess’s as physically possible without actually touching, glancing up for permission. Tess didn’t waste a moment before pressing a kiss of her mouth, moving her lips slowly against her so as to not rush or pressure her.
Y/n’s lips curled into a smile against her, pulling her even closer as her hands began to run down the span of Tess’s side, fingers finding their destination hurriedly as she began to unbuckle her belt and reach for the button of her jeans. Tess jumped, her own hands grasping Y/n’s to stall her movements.
“You don’t have to–”
“I want to,” Y/n looked wild, her hair mussed up and eyes wide and glossy, “Please, I just need to get my mind off of it.”
Tess shook her head, shifting her weight on the mattress to hover over the younger woman, stroking her cheek gently as she pressed a soft, but firm kiss to her lips, “It’s okay, just let me take care of you, huh? You always take such good care of me.”
Y/n appeared to have been somewhat taken aback, but quickly nodded her head, leaning up to capture another kiss, only this time it was considerably more passionate. Teeth and tongues began to clash as hands wandered up and down the expanse of each other’s bodies, shirts quickly being abandoned somewhere on the floor.
Tess cupped each of Y/n’s breasts, pressing them together snugly as she began to kiss and nip at the tender flesh, careful to avoid any of the swollen fingerprints left on her skin. Y/n let out a small gasp as she felt the blunt bite of Tess’s teeth around one of her sensitive nipples as her fingers tugged at the other. Tess grinned wolfishly up at her, “You’ve been holding all of those pretty noises back from me, haven’t you?”
Y/n bit her lip, nodding impatiently.
“Let them out, beautiful, I wanna hear you.”
Tess slowly made her way down the plush of her belly, pressing her lips to the soft skin as she moved towards the waistband of her sweats, fingers making quick work of the knot at the front so that she could pull them down her legs. She knelt back, taking in the sight of the young woman laying in front of her, eyes wide and glossy with emotion and vulnerability. Tess lifted one of her calves once she removed the sweats and the cotton panties that she had been wearing, pressing gentle kisses from her ankle up to her inner thigh, pausing to take in the sight in front of her. Her eyes locked onto Y/n’s face, the flesh of her cheeks darkened with blush and lips swollen, then flickered down to the patch of thick curls between her thighs. Tess almost moaned aloud as she pressed her legs open, allowing her to see the slick that had gathered among the curls and the treasure that existed beneath them.
Tess dug her teeth into the flesh of her thigh, once again careful to avoid any of the tender flesh left by that moron–she had made a mental note to get his name from Y/n later on–and grinned up at her, “Look at this. God, can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me, baby.”
She laid her palm flat against her lower belly, thumb landing on her mound and massaging the hairy patch, chuckling as Y/n moaned out and began to thrust her hips forward, desperate to have Tess move her attention lower to where she needed her most.
“Next time I wanna hear you beg,” Tess told her, finally moving her thumb down to press on the swollen hood of her clit, “But I’m feeling nice today.”
Y/n sighed contentedly as small, quick circles began to be drawn on her clit. Tess moved to lay on her belly in between her thighs, leaning her face closer and blowing a gust of cool air against her heat before dragging her tongue slowly through her folds a few times, then centering her attention on the bundle of nerves.
Y/n gasped out her name, fingers winding through the brunette locks of the woman between her thighs, “Fuck, Tess.”
“That feel good?” Tess cooed, pressing a single digit into her core, “Tell me, pretty girl.”
“Yes,” She panted, back arching off of the mattress, “Please more.”
Tess obliged, sinking a second finger in as she continued to assault her puffy clitoris with her tongue, carefully scraping over it with her teeth and chuckling as the gasp that it elicited. She curled her fingers, searching until she finally found the spongy patch of flesh inside of her. Tess prodded at this spot with her fingertips repeatedly, encouraged by the bucking of Y/n’s hips and increased moaning as she did so.
“Fuck, please don’t stop.”
Tess laughed against her, sending a series of vibrations into her clit. Y/n whined out, pressing her hips impossibly closer as she fought for her release. Tess could feel her walls tightening around her fingers–she couldn’t help but admire how incredibly tight she was becoming. She squeezed her thigh with her free palm, encouraging her to let go without releasing the suction grip she had made on her clit.
“I’m gonna–” Y/n’s breath caught in her throat, coming out in sharp gasps as her body began to tremble under Tess’s touch, “I’m gonna–oh my God!”
With a final clench of her walls around Tess’s fingers, the tightening coil in Y/n’s gut finally snapped, her release flooding over the length of Tess’s digits as she continued to fuck her through it; all white and sticky and making a mess of the blankets beneath her. Tess pulled her fingers free, moving her tongue down to catch as much of her release as she could while pressing her fingers through the seam of Y/n’s lips to allow her to taste herself. Both women moaned at the taste–it was tangy and salty, a taste like no other.
Tess pulled away, pressing one final kiss to Y/n’s clit as she moved to lay beside her and pull her back into her arms. Y/n kissed her, her lips chapped from being bitten and desperate for Tess’s affections, which she was just as eager to give.
Pulling back and laying her head on the pillow to catch her breath, Y/n glanced at the older woman with a small smirk on her lips, “So, how much do I owe you?”
Tess snorted, shaking her head at her, rolling onto her side to face her. All humour dropped from her face as she made her next request, “Don’t go back there.”
“What?” Y/n furrowed her brows in confusion.
“Don’t go back. You’re gonna get yourself killed,” She cupped each of her cheeks in her palms to force her to meet her gaze, “You can do small jobs here and there, but I can provide for the both of us, for the most part. I can’t promise you much, but I can offer you much more than they can over there.”
Y/n sighed, “Tess–”
“Don’t say anything. I can’t let you go back there, not when I can have you here.”
“Tess–”
“I love you, or at least, I think I do. That’s what I can offer, and I’ll do my best to protect you from something like this happening ever again.”
“Tess–”
“Don’t say anything, just say yes. Please.”
A small smile appeared on her face, somewhat calming the pounding of Tess’s heart. Anxiety ate away at the lining of her stomach, both anticipation of her answer and fear from how vulnerable she had just made herself. There was another beat of silence before Y/n leaned forward, capturing her lips in another kiss and whispering her answer.
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honey, you're familiar
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pairing: Tess Servopoulos x f!reader
rating: Explicit (18+ only!)
warnings: dub-con, oral (f receiving), fingering, readers first time with another woman, one use of good girl, drug reference.
word count: 3.3k
summary: The first time your father struggles to afford his pills you figure you'll do what you can to help. All you need to do is find his dealer and talk to him, right? How difficult could a man like that be to find.
A/N: we needed more time with Anna Torv Tess. Like, a whole series more time.
prequel to something wretched about this. can be read as a stand-alone.
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Now's your chance. Probably fucking stupid really, pulling a stunt like this on a woman like her, but you don't know how else to reach her, where else to go. This is the best option you have. So you grab her arm.
Your fingers have barely clasped around her jacket when she's twisting, hand raised ready to back-hand whoever dared to grab her. You flinch back, waiting for the sting of pain across your cheek, but instead she hesitates, stopping herself from striking you.
Her face pinches into a confused frown, and she wrenches your hand from her arm, throwing it away from her like you're some dirty, filthy thing, and stalks off before you can say anything.
"Please..." you start, chasing after her, not even trying to be discreet. She rounds an alleyway, and suddenly she's grabbing you, dragging and pulling you down the street, away from prying eyes, up some stairs into what you thought was an abandoned apartment block and pushing you against a wall.
"The fuck do you want."
"I'm sorry for grabbing you, I am, I just need information and your name is the only one I have and I-"
"Who the fuck is giving you my name and what for," her hand raises again, and this time you think she might really do it.
"My dad! My dad, he's sick, he has a dealer who helps him, I just need his name, I need to go see him, dad's got bad again and I-"
She backs away from you to lean on the wall opposite as you speak, shaking her head at your rambling. You're clearly already giving her a fucking headache, and she pinches her nose and raises a palm to stop you. "Slow the fuck down."
"My dad is sick."
"I know who your daddy is, you don't need to tell me he's sick, I know. What I'm wondering is why his daughter is snooping around, grabbing people, asking for names she apparently doesn't know."
"I just need to know who his dealer is. We can't pay for the pills this month and I thought maybe if I spoke to him I could..." You trail off. You both knew just speaking to whoever your dads dealer was wouldn't be the end of it, it never was. The dream was you'd asked nicely and be given what you asked for, but the reality was you probably wouldn't get it without giving something first.
"And you got my name how?"
"My dad mentioned... you?"
"Right," she says, biting back a laugh, before pushing herself away from the wall she'd been leaning on and clapping her hands. "Well, you're in luck. I'm feeling generous, and I think I can point you in the right direction. Come with me."
You follow, like a dog on a bitch in heat, practically running after her as she strides down the hallway, yanking open a door and pushing you inside. She doesn't bother to look around, knowing full well the building is cold and abandoned for a reason.
You walk further into the room as she enters behind you. There's an old desk and chair on one side, and scraps of wood, old broken furniture and stacks of chairs littered around the edges, pushed against the walls. Once upon a time it would have been a make shift office space, but now it was nothing better than a grimy, long forgotten storage room.
You turn just in time to see her propping a chair under the door handle. You stare at it as she walks past you, taking a seat at the desk. Raising a heavy booted foot up on the worn wooden edge and clasping her hands together, she looks at you with a gleam in her eyes, resting her elbows on the arms of the chair.
"So," she begins with a smirk, as a thread of realization starts to crawl up your spine. "How can I help you?"
Shit. Shit. Your dad didn't give her name because she was a friend, she was his fucking dealer. If he'd been honest with you, told you when you asked who was helping him instead of being so cagey about it, this never would have happened. You wouldn't be stuck in this room with Tess, skirting around the fact you definitely were not willing to offer your body in exchange for your fathers medication.
You quickly realize there is no way to recover from this, no way to back track or back out now. She's going to give you shit for this, you just know it, and you're going to be sent out of here humiliated and with nothing to show for it. You might have even ruined it all for your dad. The thought makes your head swim and bile rise in your throat.
You gape at her for a while and she stares back, challenging you to say something, anything, to her.
"Look," you start, trying to laugh it off, lighten the mood. "I think I've got things mixed up, so I'll just -"
"So you'll what?" she laughs cruelly. "You thought you could come find his dealer, drop to your knees, suck a dick, and get your daddies pills for free."
"I didn't - I never -"
"Do it then," she says from her seat. "Get on your knees."
You stop and start a few times, but no words come to mind. There is no way out of this. So, you slowly sink to your knees in the middle of the dusty room. You're going to get those pills.
As your knees bite into the grit on the floor you watch as her head tips to rest on the back of the chair and her shoulders softly shake, her laughter filling the room.
"Cute," she says, looking back at you, leaning forward and beckoning you toward her with two fingers. "Come here, pretty girl," she croons. "And I don't remember saying you could stand up."
You shuffle over to her on your knees, trying to keep your balance so your hands don't touch the gritty floor.
"You're going to do something for me, and then I'm going to do something for you, okay?"
"Okay," you nod in agreement, unable to make eye contact with her. That is what you came out today for after all, though you can't say the change in anatomy was expected.
"And then when you leave here, you keep your mouth shut, are we clear?"
You bite down on your lips and nod at her from the floor, looking every bit as pathetic as you feel. None of this is going how you'd planned, and you're not sure if that's for better or for worse.
"Ever eaten pussy," she asks, pulling her jacket from around her. You look up at her and shake your head, feeling impossibly small as you sink even further down on your knees. You hadn't, but had thought about it, wanted it, just never found a person to do it with, and certainly never expected to be doing it now.
"Well then, sweetie, you better be a quick learner."
She unzips her pants and pulls them under her ass, yanking them to her knees. It's all so quick you don't have time to register what's going on until her hand is on you.
"Come here," she grabs at your arm, pulling you closer as she kicks her pants to her ankles and slides back in the chair. She yanks you forward, lifts her legs over your head and pulls you in toward her with the fabric caught around her ankles. You're caged in now, trapped between her pants and her cunt, and you are totally, utterly, stunned.
"Don't, wouldn't... wouldn't a... man be better?" you stutter, trying to keep your eyes on hers and not between her legs. It's a stupid question, you know it, but you're nervous and stalling for more time doesn't seem like such a bad idea.
"If I wanted a man, I would get a man. More trouble than they're worth most of the time. You gonna try to stick your dick in me, pretty girl?"
She grabs your chin, and when you don't answer she clicks her tongue at you, pulling your face down between her legs.
"Didn't think so."
You finally look down between her soft thighs. You hadn't seen if she was wearing panties, for all you knew she was going commando under her jeans, but now here she was completely bare before you. Seeing another woman like this was strange, but not unwelcome. If you'd had more time, and the circumstances had been a bit different, you would have liked to have spent more time just looking at her. You'd never seen one up close before, only glimpsing your own as you looked down your body. Given the chance you know you would spend hours here between her legs just looking, exploring.
But that wasn't what this was, and as beautiful as Tess was, this was business.
You cast one last tentative look up as you slowly lower your face to her cunt, catching her eyes as she looks down expectantly at you.
You press your lips to her inner thigh as she watches, kissing as close to her center as you can be without touching, and let out a shaky breath. That's the first hurdle dealt with, but nerves still bubble in your belly. You kiss her soft skin once more, nosing at the sensitive flesh and breathing in her heady scent.
"Mm. Well, shit, that feels nice," she sighs, letting her head fall back and closing her eyes. You do it again, spurred on by her approval and the growing wetness between your own legs, feathering kisses all around the outside of her cunt, chaining them together so eventually you're mouthing around her delicate skin. You let your tongue peak out as your lips meander across her flesh, leaving wet trails in your wake as you move.
You psych yourself up, just go for it, taste her, do it, she wants it, what could go wrong, before you finally take the dive and lick a delicate strip through her folds. She tastes similar to you, but not quite. You give her another gentle lick, your wet tongue curiously lapping at her entrance before you move up, up, up, and press a soft kiss to her clit. Her entire body relaxes and shifts down in the chair, her legs spreading further over the arms, giving you more access and her tangled feet pushing into your back to pull you in closer.
You kiss it again, and again, before you let your tongue slip out to lap softly at the sensitive nub, licking upwards in slow strokes and dragging your bottom lip across it. You suckle on her clit for a little before releasing, wishing desperately now that you had something between your own legs too.
Feeling bolder, you lick a broader stripe across her cunt, your breath getting caught in your throat, and coming out as a small moan. Tess's sigh in response is all you need to start devouring her, dipping your tongue into her slick hole. You let your hand come up to pull her apart, making it easier for you to lap at her folds. You know your actions are unrefined, messy, but as she starts to moan above you you don't care. You feel as lost in it as she is, imagining how this would feel. A soft face and delicate fingers between your thighs. Gentle, feminine moans dancing softly across your pussy. You groan into her wet heat at the thought, rocking your hips into the empty air in an effort to chase some kind of relief.
"Keep moaning all pretty like that and anyone would think you like eating pussy."
Your eyes catch hers, dark and fiery, staring down at you. You want to tell her you do like it, you'd dreamed of it, wanted to do it so many times before but never had the chance. The most you'd ever done with a woman involved gentle kisses and light touches - thrilling at the time, but nothing compared to being between another woman's thighs. You don't dare take your mouth off of her to tell her any of it, so you moan again mumble a mhm into her, bringing your other hand to her thigh to grip as you do.
You let your grip anchor you down, slow your movements. The few times a man had bothered doing this to you, their rapid sloppy movements felt good, but not enough. Of all the times you'd gotten yourself off, you needed precision and repetition to get there, and now that you'd had a taste and indulged your own desires, you wanted to give Tess what she wanted, what you'd agreed to. You wanted to make her come.
Your fingers stroke at her pussy, and you bring your mouth back to her clit, licking and sucking once again. Your circle it gently, all around and then gently spiralling in to the center. You stay there, keeping your tongue circling in small, soft, circles feeling as her thigh begins to quiver beneath your hand.
"That's it," she sighs, and you preen at the praise, moaning into her clit to let her know you'll keep going, won't stop until she says otherwise.
It's not long before her hand comes to your face, stroking your cheekbone. She pulls you back, unlatching you from her clit. Swallowing and licking your lips for remnants of her, you look up in confusion.
"Give me your fingers now, pretty girl. Put them in."
Oh. Right. Of course. You let go of her thigh and trace your fingers around her entrance, watching in amazement as you circle them in her wetness. Your body looked like this too, got wet just like she did. You tease at her opening for a moment, knowing how good it felt for yourself when you tickled yourself like this, before you slip one in just a fraction, wiggling it slightly as you tease her. A second finger joins the first, and you're soon pushing two small fingers into her cunt.
She feels different to you inside. You'd never even considered it, that any would feel anything other than like yours, but when you push your fingers into her, the ridges and smooth surfaces you were expecting aren't where you thought they'd be. The familiarity was there, but you didn't know hers like you knew yours.
Her eyes are closed again when you next look up, pumping your fingers slowly into her. You bring your face back down to her clit, keeping your eyes locked on her face as you latch back over the sensitive spot and suck. She gasps, her feet clamping down on your back even firmer pushing your face straight into her cunt. You start to lick at her, going back to soft circles around her clit as your fingers pump shallowly in her wet pussy.
You don't relent this time, and she doesn't drag you back. Instead, her hand finds its way to the back of your head, holding you in place as you suckle on her clit and finger her cunt in tandem, bringing her closer and closer to climax. The muscles inside her soon start to clench, her clit start to twitch in your mouth.
You're eager now, as if you weren't before, letting your circles on her clit become firmer as you moan wantonly into her folds. You're breathing deep through your nose, mouth engulfing her cunt, devouring her with each stroke of your tongue.
Her own moans are softer, less desperate, than your own. But then her hips start to rock into your mouth, and you know she's close. You don't change a thing, keeping the movement of your fingers and your tongue the same as she rocks against your mouth, using you to get herself off.
"Yes, yes, yes," she whispers through soft moans. "That's it, pretty girl. Good girl. Fuck, yes. Yes."
The pumping of your fingers gets impossible as her whole body stiffens, pussy gripping your fingers in tight spasms as she comes, hips gyrating into your face faster until her legs are clamping around your ears. You keep going, suckling at her clit with your fingers buried in her cunt until her hips are trying to move away from you, to get away from the oversensitivity brought on by your mouth.
"Ohh."
You pull back from her pussy, gasping for air, and looking up at her once again as your fingers still inside her. The furrow between her brows has relaxed, and even in the dull light of the room she looks beautiful, peaceful.
"Good job," she murmurs, patting the side of your cheek. She pulls your cream covered fingers out from inside her, pushing them toward your mouth. You slide them between your lips, cleaning off her cum as she watches. Just like the ones before it, you can't help the moan that falls from your lips as you taste her.
A moment later, she's lifting her legs up onto the table and motioning for you to move. You shuffle out from between them, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you try to ignore the throbbing of your own pussy. That was it then. You'd done it. Why were you disappointed it was over?
You stand and brush the dust off your knees with your dry hand as she pulls her pants back up and zips them up. You don't look at her, you don't want to be caught watching, so you trace the path of a dust mote dancing in a sunbeam that has broken through an old board on the window.
"Definitely a quick learner," she says, walking toward you. If she knows how wet eating her pussy had made you, she doesn't let on.
Her cheeks are flushed a deeper shade of pink than when she'd first dragged you in here. You briefly wonder if you walked out of here together, maybe people would know what you'd been up to. But, her soft face and relaxed features don't last long, and she slips the mask back on, brows furrowing at you as she moves the chair from under the door handle.
"Not that I think you'll tell anyone you had your face buried in someone's cunt, but if you do, your daddy will be going cold turkey. I don't do this, we clear? Even for pretty girls like you," she says, depositing a small bag of pills into your hand. "Now, get going."
You grip the bag in your damp fingers as you walk home, hoping it'll all be enough to get your father through another few weeks in the QZ.
It took a few days for your dad to get back on his feet again, but once he started there was no stopping him. He never asked you about the pills, and you never told him. It seemed both of you could be cagey when you wanted to be. You also knew that if he needed it, you'd go do it again in a heartbeat.
Collection day comes and goes, and he's strolling in the door, depositing a small container of pills onto your dining table as you pull together a meager dinner.
"Shame to see her go," he says with a soft smile, patting your shoulder in his usual greeting.
You stop in your tracks. "Who?" You'd lost a lot of people over the years, and it was never good news when it happened.
"Tess. She's stopping dealing with that side of the business," he says, pointing to the pills on the table. "Said she'd pass me over to her 'business associate'. I'm meeting with him next Thursday. Nothing should change, but we'll see how it goes."
"'Business associate'?"
He's already grabbed some food, stuffing it into his mouth in a big bite before he answers. "Joel Miller."
Fuck.
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You Don't Look At Me (prologue)
words: 3.9k
pairing: Joel x female!OC, Tess x female!OC, Tess x Joel cw: weapons, mention of death, strong language, injury, honestly it's all pretty mild, spoilers for ep 2?
summary: During one of their runs Joel and Tess find a little thief snooping around their stuff, they didn't realise how completely their lives would change with the new addition to their "family"
note: I got some requests to do a part 2 to the other fic, but before I do that (which I am planning to do, but I'm not promising anything) I just wanted to write about how Lori met Joel and Tess and why Joel acts the way he does around her.
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“Goddamnit, Tess.”
Tess turned around and chuckled, watching Joel crouched over with sweat beating down his face. His chest rose and fell rather rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. “As long as you don’t get bit, old man.”
“You’re proud of that one, huh?” Joel asked straightening back up. He couldn’t help but smile a little as he watched Tess turn away from him with a smile of her own on her face. She went back to scanning their surroundings, making sure they had gotten rid of all the infected that had spotted them. “I think we’re in the clear,” he added after a quick scan of his own—making sure he looked over all the places Tess wasn’t watching.
“Seems like it—”
“Hey!” Joel yelled, causing Tess to be alert. Just over Tess’ shoulder, Joel watched as someone was rummaging through their backpacks that were abandoned on the ground for a while as they fought the infected. “Get away from our stuff!” he demanded before watching the small figure run into the building near them.
With just a shared look, Tess and Joel grabbed their stuff and ran into the house—no words exchanged. They both had their guns at the ready in case someone or something wanted to come for them.
The lingering sound of a door being closed echoed from the top floor down to the entrance Joel and Tess found themselves. Joel had just caught a glimpse of the thief’s shadow on the wall, directing him where to go. Slowly making his way up the stairs, he glanced over his shoulder telling Tess to stay as quiet as possible. With a nod from the woman, they continued towards the door that Joel thought the person entered. “I’ll go in first,” he mouthed. “Cover me.” Tess nodded, pointing her gun down the hallway to make sure no one was going to sneak up on them.
Joel tried to open the door softly, but with even the softest push, the door swung open. He held his gun up, barely scanning the room when he found his thief in the corner of the room.
She was just a little girl, eyes wide and fixated on his every move, yet her small hands still moved the food she had stolen from the duo towards her mouth. She quickly took a bite, not breaking eye contact with the tall man in front of her. She must be scared Joel thought, but he couldn’t help but realise she did a good job at hiding it.
“Hey,” Joel spoke in an exhale and steadily lowered his gun. “You hungry?” The girl only nodded with rigid motions and watched as Joel started moving towards her.
“Don’t!” His voice jumped in volume as he watched the girl reach out for a gun that laid on the floor just out of arm reach. With swift movements, Joel placed his foot on the weapon and kicked it back, behind him. The little girl cowered further into the corner of the room, making Joel sigh. “If you need food, I can give you some. There’s more where that came from.”
Before the girl could even react, Tess walked into the room. “There’s no one in the build— Who’s this?” Once Tess spotted the girl, her voice softened from confusion. She hadn’t expected a little girl all on her own.
“Our thief,” Joel chuckled, but quickly straightened his face when Tess inspected the girl with serious eyes. “She seemed to be hungry—”
“Where are your parents?” Tess asked, interrupting Joel. Tess’ voice wasn’t per se kind, but it was less rough then when she spoke to other adults. That much Joel could notice.
The girl didn’t answer, but her eyes moved to the other corner of the room. Joel and Tess followed the girl’s gaze until they noticed a built in closet. One of the doors was partly open and both of them could see the grimey, greyed flesh of two left arms hanging out the closet. A collective gasp left the two adults as their eyes turned to the little girl.
“What’s your name?” Joel asked, trying to ignore the presence of two dead bodies in the same room as him. He had seen and experienced worse, but imagining what the whole story must’ve been was something he didn’t want to think about.
“Mommy told me never to tell my name to strangers.” It was the first time the girl spoke and probably had spoken in a while. Her voice was hoarse to the point it sounded painful.
“Your mom is a very smart woman,” Tess said with a soft voice, trying not to scare the girl.
Joel crouched down to eye level with the girl and nodded to her as if coaxing her to look at him. “We can take you with us—”
“Joel,” Tess called in a scolding manner. He looked up to her to find her motioning him to follow her with her head. Joel smiled stiffly at the girl, before following Tess outside the room. “Are you insane, Joel? We can’t fucking take her! She’ll die out there.”
“She’ll die in here, Tess,” Joel retaliated firmly. His voice was unwavering just as were his eyes. “Look,” he began, letting her know he was about to reason with her. “We’ll take her back to the QZ. We find her a place she can stay—”
“We can’t just prance through the front gate of the QZ with a little girl. They’ll kill her on sight and us, because we shouldn’t be out here in the first place! I would rather have her die here with her family than have her killed under our responsibility.”
“I think it’s too late for that already. She’s been here for a while.” Joel raised his brows as if telling her “you know this too”, making Tess sigh in response and throw her head back. “Those bodies aren’t just a day old and I don’t want to open that closet, but I know that those people turned before she had to kill them.”
Tess looked back at Joel, her brows turned into a frown. “Since when did you start being a father again?”
“That is not what this is,” Joel clarified. Something in his tone telling Tess to bring up such things again. “I know you don’t want to leave this girl here alone either.”
“What if she’s infected?”
“You’ll check her over and if she’s okay we’ll take her to the QZ.”
“Okay and what after we get back in? She won’t be there officially. Legally. If they find her, she’ll be dead.”
“You know people. With your connections—”
“Joel.” Once again, Tess spoke with a tone to warn him about continuing to talk.
“Tess,” Joel called her, mimicking her tone. He moved closer ever so slightly and placed his hand on her forearm. His grip was soft, barely there and he looked at her with soft eyes. “I know you can do this. We can’t leave her here.”
Tess pressed her eyes closed as if she needed a second to wrap her mind around what had just happened and how this would affect them. Joel removed his arm from hers and took a step back, watching her contemplate everything they had done up until now. Joel knew what they were about to do wasn’t ideal, but he couldn’t leave the girl on her own after knowing she was starving and had spent several days locked up in a room with her dead parents.
By the time Joel had come to terms with the situation himself, he found that Tess had already joined the little girl back in the room.
“Lori.” Joel had missed the conversation that happened before this, but realised that they had just learned the name of the small girl.
“Do you know how old you are?”
“Seven.” Tess smiled and nodded at the girl, but Joel could easily tell she was trying to hide her surprise and frankly horror at finding out the girl’s age.
Seven and already had to kill her family. Joel wished Lori’s parents were horrible people. That forcing a child to kill her parents wasn’t for nothing—beside the obvious reason for them being infected.
“And you’re sure you don’t have any bites on you?” Tess asked whilst double checking the girl’s limbs. Lori nodded with wide eyes as she watched the tall woman. There was something akin to wonder in her eyes. She didn’t seem scared at all. “Do you want to come with me and Joel? I promise you, where we’re going, there is more food.” Tess smiled sadly as her words seemed to peak Lori’s interest. “It’s not much, but it’s more than you can find here.”
Lori stood up with the help of Tess, holding the tiny bit of beef jerky she had stolen tightly in her fist. They started moving towards the door where Joel stood waiting on them, when Lori stopped and stared at the closet. “What about my mommy and daddy?”
Joel and Tess had never found each other's gazes so quickly then when Lori uttered those words. “Well,” Tess began as she must’ve realised Joel didn’t know what to say in such situations. “They’re at peace here. Together. I’m sure they would love for you to go somewhere safe.”
Lori nodded hesitantly before turning sharply at Joel. Without a second glance, the little girl walked out the room and down the stairs with the two adults following her in silence.
It was crazy to Joel, how this little girl was able to cope with the world crumbling apart around her. Maybe it was because she didn’t know any better. Because the worst had already happened to her. It couldn’t be real to see a seven year old laugh and joke around with a woman 4-5 times her age after having been found only 3 hours before stealing food to survive and sitting in a room where she had killed her infected parents.
An amused chuckle coming from Tess, took Joel out of his trance. “I’m not supposed to like you, kid.” Joel watched as Lori’s brows turned down in confusion.
“Why not?”
Tess gave the girl a pat on her back, closing the bottle of water she had shared with her. “Because we’ll probably not see each other much when you get to the people who’ll take care of you.”
If it was possible, Lori’s frown would become more pronounced. It was as if the way those words left Tess’ mouth so easily affected the girl. She eyed Tess before glancing at Joel for a second and then refocused her gaze on Tess. “Am I not staying with you two?”
“Well, me and Joel aren’t home a lot. We have to work and aren’t always in the QZ. It’ll be hard to take care of you when we’re not home that often.”
“Oh,” Lori said softly. She looked down in her lap before nodding. “Will you at least come see me when you aren’t working?”
Tess smiled and patted the girl’s back again. “Of course.”
“Fucking—” Tess ducked her head to the side as the impact of the shot reverbrated from her left side. She looked up with a scowl, watching Lori walk up to her with a grin. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Lori holstered her gun before crouching down. She tore a piece of fabric from a dirty shirt she found laying around and wound it around Tess’ leg. While securing the fabric Lori glanced to Tess’ left side, just behind her on the floor. “I've got a pretty good aim,” she chuckled and focussed on finishing up the makeshift bandage around the older woman’s thigh. Tess looked behind her to see a clicker on the floor. Bullet hole right between where its eyes should be.
“Don’t get cocky on me now,” Tess warned the girl, trying not to show her a smile. Lori saw through her though, she always did.
Some shuffling sounded from behind the two as Lori pulled Tess back on her feet. “Are you done with your girl talk? We need to hurry up before it gets too dark.”
Lori looked back at Tess with an amused smirk. The older of the two hadn’t caught the smirk yet, until Lori spoke, “what a buzzkill.” Tess hit the younger girl on her shoulder, but tried to stifle her laugh as she watched Joel mumble under his breath.
“Don’t get on his bad side now,” Tess warned, limping slightly behind the two. The cut in her leg wasn’t too deep, yet it still stung. She had gone through worse, though.
“I think I already am,” Lori joked as she wrapped herself around Joel’s arm. “He doesn’t like me very much.”
“I’m sure that’s not true—”
“She’s right,” Joel interrupted Tess and shrugged the girl off his arm. Lori just laughed, leaving Joel to roll his eyes.
“Didn’t you see, though? I shot that clicker and saved Tess’ life!”
“Still don’t know why we gave you a gun,” Joel muttered.
“What? I just said I saved her life!”
Tess rolled her eyes, skipping a little to get between the two. She looked at the young girl before mouthing, “leave it.”
Lori rolled her eyes and this time Tess could tell the girl’s mood dropped. “I’m just letting you know you owe me.”
“I know I do,” Tess said to try and lighten the mood, but from that point on Lori—and Joel—stayed silent.
They arrived at Joel’s apartment in the QZ a few hours later. Joel crashed onto the couch while Lori sat down at the small kitchen table that was so wobbly, it got everyone wondering when it would break apart. The girl laid her head down on the table, closing her eyes as if she would fall asleep there.
“Kiddo,” Tess called out for Lori, who only hummed in response. “You said I owed you right?” Lori squinted her eyes questioningly at Tess before realising what she was holding in her hand.
“Wow! Where did you find this?” Lori took the book of sudokus from Tess and Tess could see the glimmers of excitement light up Lori’s eyes.
“Found it in that house where you saved me from that clicker. It’s partly filled in, but I’m sure there’s plenty you can still do.” Tess leaned in closer, pointing at something on the cover. “It says advanced, as well. I’m sure these will keep you occupied for a couple of weeks.”
“A couple of days maybe,” Lori muttered, but she was still happy beyond belief. “Thank you Tess!” The girl jumped up from her seat and launched herself onto Tess. The latter chuckled awkwardly, but let Lori hug her.
Tess found out rather quickly after they found Lori and took her to the QZ that the girl was really smart. Besides already being fairly mature for her age, the girl seemed to be a real problem solver—literally. The second she learned how sudokus were solved—she learned this from one of the men that worked for Tess—Lori would spend every minute she could solving them. As she got older, she did them less often. Not only were the books a rare thing to find, but she had also gotten so good at them that she would finish the easy ones within only a minute or two.
“What’s so fun about those little number games anyway?” Tess and Lori turned their heads to Joel, who had uttered the question with annoyance in his tone.
“I’m not surprised you don’t know that it’s called a sudoku, which isn’t a game,” Lori answered through gritted teeth. Joel just rolled his eyes and got more comfortable on the couch. “They’re puzzles,” the young girl added, “and you’re probably too stupid to solve them.”
“Lori!” Tess gasped before she watched Joel swing his legs down the couch and glower at the teen.
“You do not talk to me like that. Understood?” Joel’s voice was low and steady. It would make anyone cower, but Lori didn’t even flinch. She returned Joel’s scowl and for the first time Tess felt nervous seeing the two act the way they did.
“No,” Lori answered unwavering which caused Joel to boil over and stand up, anger clearly consuming his figure.
Tess quickly jumped between the two, pushing herself back into Joel so he couldn’t get closer to Lori. She knew Joel wouldn’t hurt her, but she wasn’t sure what else he would do and she wasn’t about to find out. “Okay, you two can stop this,” Tess told them with a nervous quiver in her voice. She wasn’t afraid of Joel, nor was she afraid of the young girl she had been taking care of for multiple years, but it was the foreign situation that was unfolding that caught her slipping from her usual collected demeanour. “I don’t know why you are so hostile towards each other today, but let’s just stop this now.”
Lori grabbed her puzzle book from the table, stuffed it in her bag and pulled the strap of her bag over her shoulder. “He fucking started it,” she mumbled, holding Joel’s stare.
“Let’s not handle this like children—”
“I am a kid, Tess!” The older of the two women watched as Lori’s eyes shifted to Joel. She could tell Lori was biting back her words before she looked back at Tess. The look in the girl’s eyes told Tess she felt betrayed that she, Tess, was taking Joel’s side and Tess wanted nothing more than to assure the girl that that wasn’t the case, but Lori spoke before she could say anything, “I’m heading home.”
Without another word, Lori turned around and disappeared behind the front door of Joel’s apartment, likely going back to Tess’ place. Tess sighed in disappointment before turning around to face Joel. “What the fuck is your problem?”
Joel mumbled something under his breath before laying back down on the couch.
“I know Lori isn’t your daughter. I know she isn’t Sarah—”
“Don’t bring her up,” Joel warned, opening his left eye to glare at Tess.
“Lori isn’t your kid, but she’s still a kid and that gives you no reason to treat her like shit.” Tess’ voice was full of disappointment and somewhere beneath the worry she carried for Lori and her relationship with Joel, there was anger. Anger towards the stupidity of it all. “I don’t know why you’re suddenly acting like this. I just don’t get it.”
Joel sighed and sat up on the couch, leaving room for Tess to sit down next to him if she pleased. “Seven years ago we said we’d bring Lori to a family who would take care of her. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want a 14 year old following us around with a gun and making our jobs 10 times harder.”
Tess frowned at the nonsense Joel was spitting. “What the fuck are you even saying? Seven years ago you insisted on bringing Lori here. You gave me no way out and I did everything I could to give her a family, but it didn’t work out. Now she’s my family and I’m getting a little pissed off with how you are treating her.”
“Next time, let’s leave her in the QZ when we go out, she’s a danger to us,” Joel said as if trying to change the subject. Tess, however, noticed Joel’s gaze lower to the bloody bandage around her leg and it was like a lightbulb turned on inside her head.
“This?” she asked incredulously, motioning at her leg. “The kid fucking saved me, Joel! If it weren’t for her, that clicker would’ve gotten to me.”
Joel jumped up from his seat and moved close to Tess. “What if she missed? What if she shot you instead? I should have saved you! I am the one that should keep you safe!” he yelled, emphasising the I’s by pointing at his chest.
Before Joel could register the sting on the side of his face, Tess was already storming out of his apartment. “You selfish bastard,” she muttered as she gathered her stuff. “Lori and I don’t need you. It’s you who needs us and you fucking know it. So get a grip.” The door shut with a loud bang.
“Huh—”
“Shh, sweetheart. It’s just me,” Tess whispered as she climbed into bed with Lori. She softly tucked Lori’s long locks of hair behind her ear and felt her heart break when she saw her tear stained cheeks. “You can go back to sleep,” she told the girl, who immediately buried her face underneath her chin.
The two usually never were this touchy. It only happened once before that they hugged like this. It was a day that Tess promised never to talk about again, knowing how much it affected Lori. If it were for Lori, however, they would be closer, physically and emotionally. Tess just didn’t want to get too attached—it was already too late for that. The thought in the back of her mind lingering. Wondering how many days they would be able to spend together in this hellish world. Even though they spent seven whole years together, Tess was still worried she might lose Lori or Lori might lose her. If anything happened she would like it to be the latter of the two options.
“I didn’t know what I did for him to hate me.”
“You didn’t do anything—”
“Clearly I did.”
Tess sighed, pulling the girl closer. “Joel doesn’t hate you,” she said, trying to comfort her in a soft voice. She chuckled a little as she said, “he’s just being a bit of a dick.”
“That’s an understatement,” Lori mumbled into Tess’ shirt, causing the older woman to laugh warmly. “It’s just that I see all these families in the QZ and outside that, despite everything, care for each other and then I look at my d— Joel and,” Lori started to stumble over her words and Tess could feel her face heating up against the skin of her neck. “He— My real father is dead, I don’t mean— Joel… I just want him to not hate me. I—”
Tess waited for Lori to continue, but she stopped talking completely. With a sad smile, not visible to Lori, Tess stroked the girl’s hair. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know he’ll come around—”
“Let’s just sleep.”
A sigh escaped Tess’ lips and she nodded. “Goodnight, love.”
As Lori slept in Tess’ arms, Tess thought about all the things she wanted to yell at Joel for. Her mind kept wandering back to the last words she yelled at Joel. “Lori and I don’t need you,” she remembered herself telling him. And it was true. But she also realised that Lori just wanted him. Moreover, she wanted Joel to want her. She wanted to be someone special in his life with the false hope he had given her when he insisted on bringing her to the QZ.
When Tess and Joel had found Lori, alone in that house, it was the first and last time both Tess and Lori had seen the fear, the love and the care of a father in Joel’s eyes. And that would continue to be true for Tess, because she wouldn’t be alive to see that shift again when Ellie—the girl she’d still be able to meet before her death—would start to mean something to Joel. Tess also wouldn’t be alive to see the betrayal and torment that would cause Lori.
Because all that Lori would ever want is for Joel to care.
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ain't no rest for the wicked - chapter four
ain't no rest for the wicked series
four: no telling what tomorrow holds
series masterlist | prev chapter | final chapter
Tess Servopoulos x f!reader x Joel Miller
words: 5.9k
summary: Joel and Tess pay you surprise visits after work.
warnings: dark-ish Joel and Tess, smuggler!Joel, smuggler!Tess, boston QZ, QZ life, poorly negotiated d/s-style dynamics, poor communication, enthusiastic consent, oral sex (m & f receiving), p in v, degradation, stalking, threesome, light rope bondage, light choking with a belt, paddling, punishment, aftercare, strap-on, anal sex, rimming, light angst, orgasm denial, hurt/comfort, light description of a wound, flashbacks to outbreak day (reader), double penetration
This is the penultimate chapter.
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You don’t get any warning the next time. It’s not more than a week later, and when you step out into the dying sun, Joel’s waiting outside your office building.
You’re pissed, because when he croons, “Where you goin’, sunflower?” from behind you, your heart shoots about sixty feet into the sky.
“Cheese and fucking Christ, Joel!” You’re clutching your chest, but you can’t even pretend to be mad for more than a minute.
Not the way he’s smirking, something bright behind his gorgeous eyes. He looks fucking beautiful like this, bathed in amber, dark coat against the snow.
“I can just leave by myself,” he says.
But you break and smile. Goddamnit. It isn’t just your cunt that’s happy to see him.
Though it very much is. You’re a little concerned about icicles forming, the way you’re abruptly dripping at the prospect of an evening with them.
He can read it all over you. Of course he can. He shakes his head and pushes away from the wall, not bothering to swallow down the smug curl of his lips.
“They been treatin’ you alright?” He asks as you make the walk across town.
“Who, work? Yeah, I mean. A job’s a job.” You shrug.
He’s looking at you like he thinks he’s some kinda human lie detector.
“Nobody’s bothering me, I promise,” you say, rolling your eyes.
His jaw ticks. You don’t realize how close he’s leaned until he’s murmuring into your ear. “Watch the attitude, little girl.”
You swallow hard. He leans back, but you’re acutely aware now, that he’s stayed close the whole time. There’s not five feet between you as you scramble to follow. No, he’s been near enough that your shoulders occasionally brush.
Thinking about it makes your stomach feel a lot like your very first (and only) cellphone. It had slipped from your pocket into the lake up north when you crossed from the dock to the little motorboat, and you just watched as it sank slowly. By the time you thrust your hand below the surface to save it, it was too late, and the water you displaced pushed it deeper into the darkness.
Your daddy had been mad beyond words, not that it stopped him from lecturing, and while you sat there peering over the edge, it lit up with a call from your best friend, even underwater. It rang over and over and over until your dad started the boat, and the motor buried it in a puff of kicked-up sand.
She had been calling from back home, where you’d be in about six hours. You figured you’d stop by her dorm and see what her latest fuckboy from the neighboring floor had done now.
By the time your dad pulled up to campus, though, the world was half over. He didn’t let you out of the car, your brother holding you back while your daddy peeled away from the curb and the bodies.
He was gone by midnight.
When you blink back to the grimy streets of Boston, you can’t remember what you were thinking about before. Joel’s still looking at you, brow furrowed.
“Where’d you go?” he says.
“Oh, uh. I dunno. Just got lost in my head,” you try to smile and shrug. Silly you, as always, drifting off in the clouds.
He doesn’t buy it, but he doesn’t push it.
When you get to the apartment, you’re startled to find Tess in an apron. As far as you know, Joel’s been the only one cooking when you came over. She spares you a kiss before she turns back to chopping carrots.
You kind of want to drop to your knees right there in the kitchen, watching her tuck back a loose strand of hair while brandishing a knife.
There might be something deeply unwell about you, you suspect. But it seems like the kind of thought that hampers your quality of life, so you scrunch it up and toss it in your mental waste bin. It bounces off the rim.
Damn. You can’t even make a basket in your own mind.
Joel smirks at the way you already look a little dazed. “Don’t worry,” he murmurs in your ear. His thumbs hook into the belt loops at the front of your jeans, tugging you back so you can feel him press against your ass. “We’re gonna have dessert first tonight.”
Tess snorts. “Been workin’ on that one all day?”
“Shut up, like you didn’t tell me to go pick up something sweet.”
You think maybe you’re going to die from secondhand embarrassment. “Can’t believe I used to be scared of you guys,” you say, foolishly, “you’re just a couple of dorks.”
Tess shakes her head, lip twitching into a smirk. “Baby, you just going to let her disrespect you like that?”
Oh, shit. If you weren’t wet already, well.
“Do whatever you want with her while I finish this up,” she says to Joel, meeting his eyes over your head.
Her words are anesthesia. Your whole brain seems to fuck right off, and it’s like you’ve been a mermaid turned human, the way your legs don’t seem to work anymore.
He lets go and steps around before throwing you over his shoulder, taking the opportunity to slap your ass.
“M’sorry,” you say, clawing at the back of his shirt for stability. Not that you really think he’d drop you, but all in all, you’re a little off-kilter right now.
“You will be,” he says.
It should scare you, you think. Despite your joke, outside of this apartment, these are two terrifying individuals. Together? Well, your initial tornado siren instinct wasn’t far off.
Instead, you moan.
He shakes his head. “What am I gonna do with you, huh?”
“She said whatever you want.” You don’t have a clue where the boldness is coming from, but you think you like where it’s going.
“You got a mouth on you today. First thing is gonna be findin’ a better use for it.”
“Fuck,” you whisper.
He swings you down from his shoulder, and you sink straight down to your knees.
“Open,” he says, belt buckle jangling as he tugs it from the loops.
You open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out, but he doesn’t give you his cock yet. He grabs your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks, and spits onto your waiting tongue.
You startle back a little but moan and swallow it, only for his hand to fly out and slap you.
“I didn’t say you could swallow that,” he growls.
“Sorry, sir,” you say, eyes wide and sorrowful.
He leans back down and spits again. You hold still, and he gives you a crooked grin. “Attagirl. Hold that for a minute.”
You whine until he brings the belt around your neck, sliding it through the hoop on the buckle and pulling it snugly around your neck. It’s not too tight, and the sight of the loose end wrapped around his fist almost does you in.
“Yeah, you like that,” he says, shaking his head. He leaves you waiting while he pulls out his cock.
You whimper when you see it, but he tugs on the belt to abort the sound and rests his cock on your tongue, thrusting so shallow that he’s barely inside the cavern of your mouth.
When it’s nice and coated with your saliva and his own, he pulls out and slaps it across your face.
The moan you let out would be humiliating if you had it in you to care. But you don’t, only concerned with getting his cock back in your mouth.
You give him your best pleading eyes, wide and sad, with your mouth still open.
“Aw,” he coos, dry and mocking, “are you not getting what you want?”
You shake your head.
“Brats don’t.” He rubs the leaking head of his cock over your upper lip, smearing precum in his wake.
You move instinctually to lick it, but he pinches your tongue between two unforgiving fingers.
“I don’t think so. You’re just going to sit still and be good. And quiet."
If you thought Tess’s words made your mind go blank earlier, then this made you think nothing. Literally nothing. The weight of his belt around your neck, the smell of him on your lip, and the rigidity of his commands are all you can handle. Like the shutdown of your old, chunky computer, your brain whirrs to a stop.
He pulls you forward by the belt, cutting off your air and leaving no room for resistance. Not that you’d have even dreamt of it. He slides in farther this time, the head just grazing against the back of your throat.
You keep your eyes and mouth open wide. The pressure on your throat eases up, not entirely, but enough to allow you air. He begins to gently thrust in and out, reaching deeper and deeper.
You whine, jaw aching for more.
He smirks. “What? You don’t like me usin’ your mouth to jerk off?”
Your cunt clenches, with nothing, nothing to comfort it. It’s strong enough that your head tips back a little, a raggedy gasp slipping around him.
“Did you just almost cum?” he asks, tugging a little on the belt.
“Uh-huh,” you try to say.
He whistles. “Damn. Don’t you dare, though.”
Easier said than done, but you manage to hold back. His cock sent sparks to your clit as he masturbated with your throat.
The door clicks softly shut as Tess comes in, apron abandoned in place of a shit-eating grin. “Havin’ fun, baby?” she asks Joel, wrapping her arms around his waist and taking in the scene.
“Y’should have a go, use her tongue,” he says. “Fuckin’ slut almost came from bein’ used as a cocksleeve.”
You moan and try to grab his thighs, but he just steps back, pulling his cock away. The whine you make is soaked with desperation and hurt feelings.
“Why don’t you tie her up, and I’ll have a turn,” Tess says. She comes close to you, a hand in your hair to tip your head back. “Same rules, sunflower. You just stay still and be good.”
You can’t do much more than blink up at her as Joel crouches behind you and tugs your arms back, binding your wrists together deftly. He moves to help Tess strip down, his movements gentle and devout. Her neatly folded clothes get set on the dresser, and he sits on the side of the bed to watch, cock drooling over his fist.
She makes use of your mouth, rubbing her cunt over your tongue. You’ve stretched it out as much as you can and your chest aches with the need to lick, to taste, to have anything more than they’re allowing. But the ache to be good for them is deeper and undeniable.
She grinds until her clit is pushed against you and rides your steady tongue until she cums. You don’t dare swallow what’s left in your mouth, remembering the scolding you got earlier.
“Good girl,” she croons, stroking your cheek. She steps back, and you jerk a little with the intense throb that seems to rattle your bones. You’re so close, and you know what’s about to happen.
You whine and give Joel sad eyes again, begging for mercy. He doesn’t grant it, but he does rub his dick through Tess’s slick where it sits on your tongue, groaning at the warmth and ease as his cock slides smoothly into your throat, pushing the taste of her with it.
Each thrust makes you whimper and plead, not that he can technically understand you, but the grin on his face makes you think he does perfectly.
“Damn, I wasn’t gonna let ya, but makin’ you cum untouched like this…” he muses out loud.
You hold back the plea, not wanting to dissuade him.
He cups your cheek, stroking his thumb up and down. “Nah.”
Your eyes are wide again, unable to stop the pout that turns your lips down around his cock.
“None o’ that,” he scolds, using his hand on your face to fuck into you. “You mouthed off. You can wait to cum on our cocks.”
You can’t help the way your head snaps to the side to look at Tess, where she’s leisurely sprawled on the bed. His next thrust was already in motion, and his cock jabs you below the ear.
He growls and yanks your face back to him, pushing inside while pulling on the belt. Your clit pulses with the beat of your heart, or maybe the beat of his cock. As if they’re any different right now.
“Yeah, you heard me,” he says. “And now that I think about it…” he trails off to look at Tess. Out of the corner of her eye, you can see a responding grin creep across her face.
She gets up from the bed and comes over to you. “Let me have another go, and you get it all out for me, baby,” she says to Joel.
He pulls out immediately, and you can hear him rustling through a drawer while she rides your tongue to a second orgasm.
“Look how sweet you’re being,” she says, bending to kiss your forehead. The praise settles somewhere in your ribs, a warm, wriggling thing.
The cock he’s picked out is smaller than the one he took last time and smaller than his own, but not by much. If you weren’t already drooling, saliva dripping down onto your tits and their carpet, you would be now.
She slips the harness on with practiced fingers, vibrator tucked snugly inside her, though she doesn’t turn it on yet. When she sets the plastic on your waiting tongue, you gasp, eyes fluttering shut.
Instead of fucking your face with it, she gives a jerk of her head to Joel. He comes around behind you and puts a hand on either side of your face, fucking your head back and forth on the cock.
“That’s it, baby,” she moans, reaching out to caress him. He presses his lips to her hand, and she pulls him in for a kiss. He doesn’t miss a beat the whole time, still using you as a fleshlight for her strap.
It’s not his roughness that brings tears to your eyes, though, or jealousy. He’s not expecting it when you break away, his firm hands guiding more than forcing.
“Please,” you beg. “Please let me touch you.” You squirm in the ropes, knocking a tear down your cheek. “Please fuck me, please something.”
Tess wipes the tear away. “Think she’s had enough?”
Joel grunts his agreement, grabbing you by the arms to help you to your feet. He hands a bottle of lube to Tess, who situates herself on the bed, one hand slickening up the cock.
He stands behind you and holds your jaw in one hand, so you watch her, not that you’d be looking anywhere else. His other hand slides down to your cunt, and he chuckles. “Y’ain’t even gonna need it,” he tells her. He pushes two fingers in with little struggle and starts working you open for her.
You writhe. It’s almost too much; it hurts a little. Somehow, you’re overstimulated, and this is the first time all day that anyone has actually touched you.
“I know,” he murmurs. “You’ve been so good. Let us both get in ya, and I’ll let you cum.”
He yanks his hand away, and you nearly sob. He unties your wrists and pulls his belt from your neck. “Go on,” he says, slapping your ass.
Tess grins at you as you climb up. She’s turned on the vibrator on her end and beckons you with open arms to crawl to her. You lean down, and she tugs you in for a kiss, her hands sliding to your hips to guide you down onto her strap.
“Can’t believe I haven’t fucked you yet,” she murmurs between kissing and nipping at your lips.
Your eyes roll back as you slide down, your pelvis angled just right so that when she bottoms out, you can grind your clit against her bush. She smirks but digs her fingers into your hips to stop you.
“Hold still and wait just a little bit longer,” she says.
Once you’re settled, Joel pushes you down by the shoulder to lay against Tess. It leaves you only partially seated, but you nuzzle into the nape of her neck, pressing kisses where you can reach.
It’s not a shock when his slicked-up fingers breach your asshole. You kind of assumed when he said they’d both be fucking you. He didn’t ask if you’ve done this before, though. He doesn’t really need to ask anymore.
You’re a little embarrassed that he’s got you pegged correctly as a slut. Before you came to Boston, you had fucked your way through the hard days, desperate to feel, well, anything.
But here, it had been harder. You made a point not to get to know anyone; it didn’t seem wise after everything fell apart before.
Then again, you think, they’re both experienced enough that they can hardly judge you for it.
You stop really thinking after that as Tess wraps her arms around you, gently thrusting up as Joel’s thick fingers work you open.
“Doing okay, sunflower?” she says.
You intend to respond, but Joel chooses that moment to stuff a second finger in you, and all that comes out is a broken, starving moan.
“Attagirl,” he says, rubbing his other hand over the dip of your spine.
When he finally deems you ready, he wastes no time.
“Oh god,” you pant as he pushes in with a strong, smooth stroke. “Oh fuck.”
They don’t really wait for you to get acclimated, not that you’re complaining. The back-and-forth rhythm is soothing, but you’re trembling, trying to keep it together.
True to his word, Joel slides his hand around and hovers his finger over your clit. “Whenever you’re ready,” he says. Blunt teeth nip at your neck as he presses firmly down, their thrusts jostling you and doing the work for him.
You cum immediately. It’s not a choice. You’d been barely holding on, and once he finally touches you, it’s like you break open. Vaguely, you’re aware of how loud you’re being, but he’s holding you tight and unrelenting. They both still and let you shake apart on their cocks, Joel’s dark chuckle against your neck as you fuck yourself through it.
You don’t think you fully come back to yourself the whole time they fuck you. You’re floating somewhere vaguely in the middle of the throng of bodies, lightheaded. Every pore feels electrified, each brush of their skin against yours drawing a gasp or cry. You know you cum again. Maybe you don’t ever really stop.
An endless wave of aftershocks, some orgasms in their own right, roll over you, and you just take it. Take them. Let them move and pinch and rub your body; just a soft vessel to soak up their attention.
When they’ve exhausted themselves and you, Joel spilling deep inside, he tugs you to the side to let Tess up. He lays behind you and tugs the sheet up as the sweat cools and leaves you shivering. His warm body presses against yours, an arm loose over your waist.
When Tess goes to leave the room, he sits up, but she’s not having it. “It’s my stew. Don’t even think about it.”
He grumbles, something you don’t catch as you fall asleep.
It feels like only a moment has passed when he shakes you awake. “Gotta sit up and eat somethin’,” he says. It’s gruff, as he always is, but there’s something that stirs you to seek him out. Instead of sitting up properly, you turn over to snuggle against his chest.
He huffs, shaking his head, but it doesn’t stop him from holding your head to him. He presses a kiss atop it before nudging you to sit up.
You can’t help the small, stupid smile that lingers. You’re too well-fucked, the pleasure still loosening your muscles and inhibitions.
Tess pushes a thick bowl of stew into your hands. You’re irritated at your own surprise. Why did you ever think it was going to be some normal canned Campbell’s shit? You literally saw her chopping fresh carrots.
It’s full of rice and tender meat, tomatoes, onion, and herbs. More than you can identify, but it’s so rich and hearty that you think you could die happy. All your senses are satisfied, and your stomach is full.
“Kill me now,” you sigh, leaning back against the pillows.
Joel and Tess exchange a look over you, but you don’t give a damn.
“Is something wrong?” she says.
“No,” you say, a soft smile settling as you close your eyes and nestle into their bed.
Joel shrugs, and they make the wise choice to ignore you while they finish eating. He wins the argument about who does the dishes, and you excuse yourself to the bathroom to clean yourself up while he handles them.
You only try to argue once against them walking you home. You’re pretty sure everyone is aware of how half-hearted it is.
Tess jumpscares you a couple of weeks later. Well, nearly. You’ve been on high alert since the Surprise Joel Incident, but your heart gets lodged in your throat at the sight of her.
It’s so incongruous that you stand there for a moment, just blinking stupidly, hand shielding your eyes from where the sun bounces off the freshly frozen snow.
“Hey, sunflower,” she says, and kisses your cheek, leaving you flushing hot enough to melt the drifts in your path.
“Hi,” you squeak.
She doesn’t hold your hand on the walk, but she sticks close and guides you through throngs of people with a palm burning at the dip of your spine.
When you let slip your worry—not that you aren’t just as happy to see her, but that the change makes you paranoid—she fesses up to Joel’s current predicament.
She warns you, this time. “I promise it won’t be like then. I’m not gonna put you in that position again.”
You’re comforted a little, but it’s still an upsetting prospect. You don’t want to see him get punished. And she won’t tell you what he did, but she does tell you she knows you’re going to understand her point.
“Lay down over the bed next to him, sunflower, just like that.”
You obey, quietly settling your top half on the mattress beside him. He keeps his face buried in the duvet while you squirm around, trying to figure out what to do with your arms.
His are bound behind him. Should you mimic it? You tuck them under you, lay them by your sides, and clutch at the sheets above your head. Tess comes in the room and snorts at your fidgeting.
“Want some help with that?” She’s holding another length of rope, and you know it’s not a question.
“What’re you doin’ to her, Tess?” Joel grumbles, finally lifting his head. He doesn’t look at you, only at her.
Her hand cracks against his thigh before you realize she’s even moved close enough. “You wanna try that again?”
“Sorry, ma’am,” he mumbles, hiding back in the blanket.
“I can do whatever I want with her, right? She’s yours, and you’re mine. You know what that means, sunflower?”
You’re suddenly a little jealous of grapes, as you try to respond but only manage a squeaky whimper. Under the focus of the sun, they get to shrivel up and hide. Instead, you automatically turn to face her.
“Well?” She prompts, but she doesn’t wait for you to respond before tugging your arms behind your back and threading the rope around.
“It means I’m yours, too, ma’am.”
At your words, Joel is finally, finally looking at you, but unlike Tess, his attention scalds.
“That’s right.” She tugs at the rope to check the fit, and when she’s satisfied, she crouches down and spreads your cunt wide open.
You jerk a little as her cold fingers swipe between your folds. “She’s wet already, baby.”
You’re burning, one step closer to your new life dream of being a raisin, when you hear what is unmistakably Tess sucking her fingers clean of you. You moan and finally turn your head to seek out Joel.
He’s fuckin' sick and tired of you seeing him like this. But there’s a good part of him that knows he brought it on himself. If she thinks humiliating him in front of you is going to work, she’s probably right.
So far, though, you don’t seem to have lost any respect for him. When he finds your eyes, they’re soft and pleading. You don’t need to say a word; he knows you’re seeking the grasp of his firm hand.
“Hey, sweet girl,” he says.
You smile, but you don’t get to respond, distracted as Tess fists her hand in Joel’s hair and yanks back.
“You wanna tell her why you’re here like this instead of fucking her tight little cunt?”
Joel does not, but he’s not stupid. It wasn’t really a choice.
Tess tugs, sharp pain blossoming across his scalp, so he has to face you.
“I made a reckless decision.”
“And?” She prompts.
“And I nearly got shot.”
You suck in a breath but don’t look away. He, however, does—still facing you but eyes looking anywhere but.
“Nearly,” Tess scoffs. She tugs him to roll a little bit, and you see the bandage on his side, stained like rust.
“It grazed me. That’s nearly.”
She nudges him back into position but doesn’t let him turn away from you.
“Now you both get to see what happens when you do careless shit, baby. Don’t look away.” She pauses for a moment, taking something out of a dresser drawer. “And Joel?”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Count for me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He wants to close his eyes to brace for the hit, but you’re looking a little nervous. “S’ok, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “I can take it.”
But when Tess swings the paddle down, it’s on you. They’ve never used it with you, you’re not any kind of prepared for the broad, heavy stroke. You cry out, something akin to a yelp and a gasp, jerking forward into the mattress.
“No,” Joel snarls, wriggling against the ropes.
Tess clicks her tongue. “Not what you’re supposed to be saying, baby. Let’s start over.”
You’re slightly more prepared when she hits you again. It’s not any softer but a little easier to bear.
“One,” he bites out.
She catches you by the hair when you subconsciously press your face into the bed. “You keep looking right at him, sunflower. He needs to see.”
He looks at you, brows cinched and eyes wide. His lips part, but the words don’t come out.
You nod, a small duck of your chin, and he closes his eyes for just a moment.
When he opens them, they’re lined with pain, his aching muscles taut as he grapples with guilt. He returns the nod.
She doesn’t go easy on you. No, you get exactly the punishment Joel would have gotten. By the time you’ve taken 25 (or, well, 26), you’re sobbing softly, squirming to try to alleviate the burn.
“See, baby?” Tess says, setting the paddle down and running her fingers over your hot, aching skin. “This is what happens when you’re reckless. Someone gets hurt.”
Of course. No lesson in the world could make Joel more careful with himself for his own sake.
She cuts his ropes first, and he’s on you immediately, tugging the knot so you’re freed and pulling you into his lap.
He holds you against him. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs as you sob into his chest. “I’m so sorry.” He lets you cling to him while you cry, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back. He steadies you in a way you can’t explain. So does Tess.
It takes you a long time to recognize that feeling as safety.
At some point, Tess hands him something out of your line of sight. He reaches around you to unscrew the lid from the tub, and you jolt when his fingers move to the raw skin on your ass, but whatever he rubs on it instantly cools the burn.
You let out a sigh, leaning lax against him.
“You okay?” Tess murmurs, a hand on your shoulder.
You blink up at her and nod. “M’okay.” You crane your neck to kiss her hand, and she smiles.
Her other hand threads into Joel’s hair, gently this time. She gives him a kiss there. “Learn your lesson?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, barely louder than a whisper, voice like a knife on toast.
“Good. You were both so good.”
It’s the final string for you, the snap of the last tether. You mumble what you think is a thank you, but it comes out undecipherable. She gets the idea anyway.
Everything is warm and heady, your limbs like silicone, but your mind like a sieve. You’re wet enough that Joel can feel the heat where your bare cunt lays across his bare lap.
He dips a finger in and strokes gently through your folds. “Gonna make you feel better,” he says, laying you down on the duvet. You keen, fingers reaching for him, but Tess catches them and kisses you, kneeling beside you on the mattress.
“Hang on,” she says as Joel gets to his knees on the carpet. “Lay down,” she tells him, gesturing to where he’s frozen.
He obeys, and she tugs you forward to the edge of the bed.
“Sit on his face, sunflower,” she says.
Joel groans and reaches his hands up to help you down, but you hesitate.
“I—” you start, but she sees right through you.
“If you haven’t figured it out by now, he likes eating pussy.”
“Fuckin' love it,” Joel says, fist clenching around his cock while he waits.
“I don’t wanna be ungrateful,” you say to the wall behind him.
“You wanna get fucked?” she says.
You nod.
“You can ride him first if you want. Or you can start on his face, and then we’ll switch.”
“No,” Joel says, and you both look at him.
“Get down here and give me your cunt, now.”
You look at Tess, and she shrugs.
Knowing you’ll still get his cock makes you care a lot less what order it comes in—you snort out loud at the pun—so you do as you’re told. He settles you down and doesn’t wait for Tess; he just starts licking you—almost too gently.
You don’t complain. It feels good, and you think he’s still apologizing.
Once Tess helps herself to his cock, she reaches for you and takes your face in the cradle of her palms, licking into your mouth.
It’s all slow and luxurious. Dangerously so. You and Tess are content to make out while she rides him, a gentle cant to her hips, and he holds you open with both hands to eat you out. He’s careful to avoid the irritated skin on your ass, prying at the inside of your thighs instead.
You don’t know how many times he takes you apart on his tongue, but when it crosses the line between just enough and a little too much, Tess lifts off his aching cock and taps you in to switch.
As nice as his mouth was, sinking down on his cock is fucking divine. Life changing. You could start a church.
Well, not quite, but anyway. The point is your cunt had been painfully empty, and now that it’s stuffed full, you think you might cry.
Instead, you go back to making out with Tess and groping her tits.
She lets him cum when she does, after you’ve both had your fill. She holds you down on him and rubs your clit so you all share an orgasm.
She stands up on trembling legs and tugs you to do the same, even though you really want to just collapse on the floor.
Joel’s moved to the bed when you come out of the bathroom, dozing in the slice of streetlight from the window. Tess is nowhere to be seen. You’re still feeling a little fuzzy and dazed, but you take your cue and slip out of the bedroom to get your things.
“Hey,” Tess’s voice cuts through your haze.
You stop where you stand, bag over one shoulder, leaning against the door with one boot tugged just past the toes.
“Do me a favor? Stay here tonight,” she says.
“What?” Your heart stutters. It’s never been an option before.
“Stay. I know I was harsh on ya. Both of ya.”
“I’m fine,” you lie. Your body betrays you, as always. Fuckin’ narc. Your hands are shaking and it rattles the zipper of your boot like an SOS.
She steps closer and cups your face in one hand.
Your eyes flutter shut, leaning into the warmth of her calloused palm.
“C’mon, sunflower. Let me look out for you. Please.”
“Okay,” you whisper, pressing your lips to her hand.
She pulls you in, and when her lips meet yours, you moan softly. It’s less from your cunt than from your aching chest. She pulls you close, tucking your head to her shoulder, and you snuggle in, arms tucked up around her back.
It ends all too soon.
“Be good and go cuddle up to him, alright? Keep my spot warm,” Tess says, patting your cheek.
You nod, brain fuzzed over with the siren song of sleep.
Joel startles when you slip back into the room.
“Is this okay?” you say.
He blinks up at you with sore eyes and nods, peeling back the duvet for you.
You strip down. No one had said to, but you don’t feel right being clothed when he isn’t.
When you’re pressed against his warm body, he wraps an arm around you, and you sigh in tandem.
When you wake, the room is silent save for the light breaths of your companions. Moonlight refracts off the fresh banks of snow and scatters through the blinds. The city holds its breath and waits for the sun.
You lie as quiet as the streets. At some point, despite her quip about warming her spot, Tess slipped into the bed behind Joel. Her arm is snug around his waist in the way that his is around yours.
The moment is not lost on you. These two predators in symbiosis, lax and peaceful. You’re ever the ensnared dinner guest. Their places here are natural, and you… you’re scared. Scared of the way your heart is fighting to escape its cage and lay itself on their plates.
You either have to let it, or you have to run.
Joel wakes when you try to extract yourself from the bed, but he relaxes his grasp when you whisper something about the bathroom. He kisses the nape of your neck and lets you free. It’s not a lie, really. You do use their bathroom, and then you turn the light off and wait until you think he’s fully asleep again before you slip out.
It’s a longer trek home, what with having to sneak around. You’ve never been out past curfew before, and you really, really do not want to know what lockup is like.
But you don’t see much of FEDRA, and before long, you’re nearly outside your apartment building.
It wasn’t FEDRA you should have been looking out for, though.
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I recently found your writing and I can’t believe no one had requested tribbing with Tess. I’d love if you could write something just a drabble even? IT WOULD BE SO. SEXY. MESSR.
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You didn’t know what had come over the both of you today. You’d been at it like rabbits, you’d actually lost count of how many times you’d actually had sex since that morning… or did it all just count as one really really long act? You didn’t care either way. You just couldn’t seem to get enough. And neither could she. Maybe it was because she had been gone for 3 days, stuck on work duty on the other side of the zone and not allowed to return home.
But she was home now. And you had both jumped each other the second she’d walked through that front door. And even now, god knows how many orgasms in, you were still grinding against her desperate for another.
And to your mild surprise she seemed to love it just as much.
Her breaths were escaping her in short quick puffs, fingers kneading at your flesh as your sweat slick bodies slid against each other.
Your oversensitive clit rubbing against hers in a way that made you see stars. You looked at her with lust filled eyes, as you hesitantly began to grind against her in a way that was a little more purposeful. Her mouth fell open slightly as your clit bumped hers, hands moving to grip your hips harshly. You knew it’d bruise. You hoped it’d bruise.
“Fuck, baby just like that ” She said encouragingly, her voice in that husky gravelly tone that would’ve soaked your underwear in a second. If you were wearing any that was. She used her hold on you to move you more into a rhythm she seemed to like, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. A high pitched moan escaped your throat, overwhelmed by how good it felt.
You begin to match her pace, moving your hips faster with the help of her hands. There was something about the way she was using you, guiding your hips to grind against her, using you to get herself over the edge. Which was something you didn’t get to see all that often. And you’d been granted the honour more than once today. And now you wanted to see her come. Wanted to see that face because of you, because you were pressed against her. Your wetness was mixing with hers in a way that caused an unbearable sense of possessiveness to flare up in your chest.
“ I wanna see you come ” you whimpered, breath quickening as you watched her “ please Tess. Please” a small smirk found its way onto her face and she was gripping at you tighter, increasing the pressure of your clits pressing together. The sounds alone were so lewd you could feel your cheeks burning, which was silly, but it was so… hot. You couldn’t tell where her wetness ended and yours began, could think of nothing other than the way her clit was grazing against yours. Your sensitive folds sliding against the other.
“ you look so good like this ” she said, voice breathless “ such a good girl for me huh? “ her praise made you tremble, even more so than you already were. Everything was sticky and hot, utter desperation filling the air.
She moved slightly, moving her hips a little differently in a way that made your vision blur.
“ oh fuck “ you gasped, white hot burning pleasure flashing through your veins as she pressed against your over sensitive clit in a new way.
You were throbbing against her, rutting against her like an animal in heat. She was gripping at you like her life depended on it, looking at you like she needed you to breathe. You could feel the pressure building, so unbelievably close.
“ close baby?” She asked, always able to read you like a book. She knew what every sound meant. Every look on your face “ gonna come for me yeah? “
“yes, yes ” You whimpered, eyes falling closed. You grabbed at her, nails digging into her sweaty skin in a way that must’ve heart. But she said nothing. Unintelligible nonsense was falling past your lips, your legs and hips were aching but you couldn’t stop “ Tess- Tess “
You forced your eyes open, needing to see her face, needing to look at her. Nothing in the world could compare, nothing would ever be able to beat the sight. Her eyes half lidded and filled with lust and desire for you. Her tits moving in a way that was almost hypnotic as she kept grinding against you. Her skin flushed, shiny. She was like a goddess before your eyes.
“ such a good girl for me “ she almost whispered, voice strained and breathy. She was close too. You pressed against her harder, moving faster, so unbelievably desperate.
Your movements grow more sloppy and she kept you at pace, practically moving your hips for you and you couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“ Tess. Gonna. Tess “ you whine as an orgasm crashes into you for the.. you didn’t even know what time it was now. Tess continued to work your hips against her, the lewd wet sounds increasing. You could feel it gushing out of you, mixing with Tess in a way no one else would ever get.
“ that’s my girl. So fuckin sexy like this “ Your clit throbbed against her, her hands still moving you until it was almost unbearable. But she was chasing her own orgasm now “ almost there- almost baby “ you whined and whimpered as your oversensitive clit brushed against hers, pushing her towards the same fate as yourself.
Suddenly her grip on you grew painful, a short moan escaping her lips and eyes screwing shut “ don’t stop baby- don’t “ Her body trembled as she came and you pushed through the overstimulation to grind yourself against her yourself, hips stuttering as you tried to prolong her orgasm as long as possible.
When her grip on you changed you knew she was done and you let yourself collapse against her, breathing heavily against her own quickly rising and falling chest.
“ holy shit “ you whispered, body going heavy with post orgasm bliss and exhaustion as she wrapped her arms around you.
“ yeah, holy shit “
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Love and Dopamine - Tess x Joel x Reader
NSFW, 18+ ONLY
Usually, Tess and Joel have to try not to wake you when they come home late. Tonight, you couldn't sleep anyway.
This work contains: Threesome - F/F/M, AFAB reader, Cunnilingus, Masturbation, gender neutral reader, Smut, slight mommy kink, Established Relationship, Sleepy Cuddles, Implied Age Gap
The first few times Joel and Tess came home after a run, they made no effort to stay quiet. They’d never had a need to before, after all; you were a relatively new addition to their lives. Bags and coats hit the floor without regard to noise, bottles of whiskey clattered against glass as shaking hands poured drinks. Then they’d flop into bed beside you, each kissing you wherever they could reach before dozing off. His arm would wrap around your side and tug you closer, she would cuddle up and press your face into the crook of her neck. Maybe they just took you in to be their personal bed warmer, but you weren’t complaining if this is where it got you.
Once you asked them to quiet down a bit, it was nice at first- until the bed dipped and hands grabbed for you with no warning every time they came home.
Tonight, you can’t sleep.
It’s got to be around three or four, but you can’t be certain. You just know the sun set quite a while ago. Rain patters at the window in your bedroom, one of the FEDRA floodlights casting a stream of light across your bed from down the street. Some nights, it was nice. Tonight, it kept you up. You’ve tried everything. Counting sheep, a glass of whiskey, half of a blunt tucked under the floorboards, and just lying there like a corpse. Before the outbreak, you might have gone for a drive, or maybe a walk. You would never know.
The front door opens.
Tess and Joel had trained you to keep a sharp ear, even at rest, which was the only reason you actually noticed someone enter. Joel had greased the door so it stopped squeaking, but he hadn’t gotten around to fixing the swelling frame yet.
“You go lay down, I’ll put everything away.” It sounds like Tess. Then, a quiet smack. “...knock it off. You can grab my ass all you want in the morning, go warm them up. Try not to wake them.”
“I know, sugar,” Joel whispers, his footsteps approaching the bedroom door.
Dim light from the kitchen illuminates a silhouette in the doorway for only a moment before it’s shut out again, fabric shuffling as he takes off his coat. He hardly makes a noise as he undresses, only his belt buckle jingling as his jeans hit the floor. The bedframe creaks as he crawls into bed behind you, pulling up a blanket you weren’t using, arm wrapping around your waist as his bare chest presses into your back. Chapped lips kiss your shoulder blade before he shifts and pulls you in.
“Hey there, cowboy.”
He freezes. “I didn’t know you were up…sorry if we woke you.”
“You didn’t. Couldn’t sleep.”
He sits up on an elbow, hand skating over your hip as he tries to get a look at your face. “You feeling alright, hon?” You hadn’t slept right since you fled the Baltimore QZ- if the memories of the things you saw didn’t keep you up, they would wake you before long. Joel and Tess, somehow with the patience of saints, put you back to sleep time and time again.
“I’m alright, just got energy to burn off. Can’t settle in.” You reach for his hand, squeezing it. “But aren’t you such a doting boyfriend?”
He grunts and turns his head into the pillow. “Too old to be your damn boyfriend.” You giggle at him being his usual self as the door cracks open. Light from a passing patrol tank shows you Tess, shutting the door behind her. She looks tired and worn, a few fresh scratches scattered across her face. Her lips curve into a subtle smile as she looks at you, eyes shutting for a moment before she bends down to tug her boots off and shed her pants. White cotton underwear and a soft stomach draw your eye as she pulls her shirt over her head, reaching back to undo the clasps of her bra.
She steps over to the window, taking a quick glance over the streets before drawing the makeshift blanket curtain. Something firm presses against your ass as she turns to you and drops her bra on the chair, Joel eyeing her as she approaches the bed. Your mouth dries a bit, the same thing on your mind.
“I think someone wants you, Tess. Either that or he’s got something in his pocket.” You wiggle your hips to make a point.
Darkness hides any expression on her face, but you can hear a soft chuckle as she eases into bed beside you. “What else is new, kid?” Her hand reaches behind you to caress Joel’s face. “He's insatiable lately.” She sighs and presses her face into your neck. Her teeth nip at the tender skin, kissing at your jawline. Fingers comb through your hair.
“Awful outside, today.” Tess grunts. Joel huffs.
“No shit.”
They cut the conversation there thankfully- they both know how anxious you get hearing about their close calls. Joel’s hand trails down your stomach, lifting your shirt and resting on your stomach. His hands are warm and rough on tender skin.
Tess pulls back and grabs your chin, tilting your face up as she goes in for a kiss. Her lips are less chapped- you’re pretty sure Frank sets aside lip balm just for her- but she’s no more gentle than Joel. Gentle has never been a word to describe her. Neither of them are the nurturing type; any of that melted away within days of the outbreak. Every once in a while, you’re sure you can see it- but those moments are fleeting.
Two of her fingers press into your underwear, and you’re not even sure when her hand got down there. You shudder and arch your back, and she takes the opportunity to hold you tighter with her other arm. You feel more kisses along your shoulder blades, Joel grabbing your hip to grind himself on your ass. Tess slides down your body, fingers tucking into the waistband of your underwear to pull them down.
“Tess…you both just got back, you should relax.” Your breath hitches as she drags her tongue over your cunt, then kisses your hip.
“This is how we relax, sweetheart. Or at least, how I do.”
Joel squeezes your ass before he scoots away, pulling you to lay on your back to give Tess a better angle. His hand grabs your thigh and pulls your leg up toward him, spreading you out for her to enjoy. Hearing her hum at what she managed to see in the thin light, your pussy feels warm and wet as she puts her mouth back on you.
"You ought to be up when we get back more often, sugar. This is a nice way to unwind. Dontcha think, Tess?" He hasn't even pulled his cock out, grinding against the underside of your thigh in his boxers.
Tess grunts and flicks her tongue over your clit, pulling up for a moment to lay kisses along your thigh. In the sliver of light, you can see a shine on her face. "Couldn't agree more." She blows gently before going back down, the temperature change sending shudders up your body.
You hear noise, moans and grunts trailing upward, mostly likely yourself. Tess has always blown your mind with her tongue, and lucky for you, she seemed to love giving oral more than she loved to breathe. As she grips your thighs and pulls herself closer, she twirls her tongue around your clit and moans like it’s the best meal she’d ever had.
You reach down to grab her hair gently as your climax hits, the desperate noises in the room getting louder. There may be some pounding on the wall by the headboard, but you’ve never cared about that. It’s a strange confidence, walking through the halls of your apartment covered in hickies, with everyone you pass knowing how satisfied your partners leave you.
Tess pulls off your cunt and presses gentle kisses to your stomach, whispering praises as you come down from the high. Once your senses come back in waves, you feel the bed shaking as Joel fucks his fist to completion. Something wet hits your thigh, another reason to wash the sheets (again).
“Sorry, sweetheart. I think we’re both too tired to fuck you properly.” Tess crawls up to kiss you, tugging on your lip as she pulls away and wipes her mouth. She seems to like doing that- you’ve grown used to the taste of your own cunt by now. At the least, she sure seems to adore it. “You can choke on momma’s cock in the morning.”
Joel sighs and flops over, pulling you to lay on his chest. Tess situates herself behind you, snuggling in.
“Get some sleep, babydoll.”
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