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v4mpvelocity · 2 months ago

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Lo$er Lover

pairing: Mitch x Female Reader

This will contain SMUT so MDNI

A/N i’m sorry about this taking so long i’ve been EXTREMELY burned out due to working but i’m back!

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, p in v sex, slight overstimulation

Ever since you arrived at Ericson's Boarding School for Troubled Youth, Mitch and you have had some sort of beef between the two of you. You arrived just a few weeks before Clementine and AJ had, Marlon had found you just near the safe zone. Beaten and tired, but alive. He had brought you back to the school and provided you with food, shelter and a place to call home, all he wanted in return was you give back and provide for the school. Earn your keep is what he said, which you had been, you took up as many hunting and fishing jobs as possible, night watch jobs, everything. Although for one person in particular, your all still wasn't enough.

You'd always been on your own ever since the start of the apocalypse, you've had people come and go throughout your life for various reasons but you've always ended up alone. It's what you were used to, you've always been told that groups never last, that you should always keep moving, but you yearned for a place to call home. Now you had one, and you were determined to keep it and the people inside safe. You couldn't end up alone again.

It was the middle of winter, you walked outside, the cold air instantly assaulting your skin causing a slight flush to form. Winter was harsh, the lack of food causing tensions to rise more than they already had. The place that was once united felt like a warzone, everyone at each other's throats constantly. You were worried that if things didn't begin to pick up soon for the better, that this whole community would come crashing down, then you'd be left to fend for yourself again.

The courtyard was covered in a layer of snow, the white blanket decorating the nature surrounding the school causing it to look almost ethereal. Moments like this made you wonder what it would be like if you didn't live in a world of chaos. Terrorized daily by flesh eating monsters, death around every corner. The chance of starvation or freezing to death seeming almost normal. The world as you knew it was gone, long gone, but that didn't stop you from reminiscing. Thinking about everything that could be, so close in mind yet so far away.

The cold air nipped at your skin, the reminder that instead of being able to stay inside the warmth and security of your dorm room, you had to go and retrieve supplies from the greenhouse. If it were you going on your own you wouldn't mind so much, a quick in and out job no complaints no fuss, just get it over and done with, right? wrong. Marlon insisted you take somebody with you claiming that it wasn't safe which to some extent he was correct, but you could handle your own. Now that wasn't the issue, the issue was that instead of Marlon coming himself, he insisted that Mitch come with you. Even hearing his name made you want to punch a wall. You’ve tried to get along with him, but he hates your guts for some apparent reason, not sure what you’ve done to him, but each to their own.

You stood near the large gates, waiting for Mitch to show up, even he even will. A part of you wishes he didn't show up so you wouldn't have to put up with his complaining or his stupid knife tricks. You heard footsteps approaching and looked up to meet eyes with him. His emerald orbs bore into your own. A slight flush sprinkled upon his face due to the cold of the weather, contrasting his pale complexion. His shaggy brown locks looked so perfectly messy, god he was hot there was no denying that but he was such a dick.

'You ready to go?' You said, stuffing your hands into your pockets. Trying to seek as much warmth as possible, moments like this making you wish gloves were as accessible as they were previous to the outbreak. You just had to make do with what you had until you came across something during a supply run, but knowing your luck that would be very unlikely.

Mitch replied with a grunt, to be honest you expected nothing less and nothing more. You were convinced that Mitch was a moody bastard through and through, or maybe it was just his immense hatred that he seemed to have for you. For a reason of which you had no clue, maybe you said something he didn't like when you first arrived, and he's taken it to heart and for some reason has to stay petty about it. For whatever reason it was, you couldn't care less, at least that's what you told yourself, but it always lingered in the back of your mind, what could you have done?

The walk to the greenhouse was quiet, only sounds being the snow crunching beneath your feet and the distant sounds of birds calling out to each other. The wind whistling in your ears, a stinging sensation tingling at the tips of your ears due to the cold wind. You looked behind you, Mitch was lacking behind, hand stuffed into the pockets of his jacket, eyes on the ground. You reached the greenhouse, windows condensed with fog making you unable to see anything on the inside.

‘Glass is all fogged up’ Mitch said, trying to wipe the windows to see if that would make the windows clearer.

‘Yeah-probably because of the frost,’ You replied biting back a snarky remark , to be honest you were surprised that he hadn’t bit your head off yet. Normally he couldn’t stand even being in the same vicinity, shouldn’t jinx yourself yet though. Thankfully whoever was here previously left the door unlocked, so therefore you didn’t have to try and force your way inside and have to spend even more time in the cold than preferred, sitting around trying to find a way inside.

‘So you guys used to use this place as an actual science lab or?’ You asked looking around, you had only ever been in here a few times and even then it was only a brief in and out type of thing. Various science equipment were dotted around the tables, flasks with strange liquids in, Bunsen burners, all the usual stuff that you would have in a science lab, and obviously gardening supplies for the greenhouse, granted they were incredibly rusty. It was crazy to think this place was actually a functioning school before the world went to shit, you wondered what it would have been like to live here.

You were only young when this whole thing started, all of you were. You had been homeschooled, never having the experience of being in an actual school so this was all fascination, even if it was no longer a functioning facility. You couldn't spend time reminiscing of what could have been, you needed to keep you head in the right place and focus on the current moment and trying to stay alive, but with danger and death lurking around every corner, waiting for you to let your guard down so it could strike, it was hard.

‘Well duh, dumbass’ Mitch replied muttering the last part, cocky little shit, but you wouldn’t let it get to you. You just wanted to get it over and done with so you could get back to your dorm and be in the warmth of your bed without any interruptions.

‘Alright sorry…..damn’ You muttered, normally you would have bitten back with your own reply but you expected nothing else from Mitch. It’s like he was always automatically argumentative no matter how nice you were to him or how much you tried to get along with him, it was useless. He was the same grumpy bastard day in and day out, or maybe you were the issue, but who knows.

The greenhouse was musty, dust decorating every surface, cobwebs covering every corner and crevice. You got the list that Marlon gave you out of your pocket, fertilizer, propane. Should be pretty easy to find right? Well, thats if Mitch actually decided to help this time instead of sit around and make you do all the work. The place was run down, years of neglect clearly having taken their toll. You wondered when the last time someone was in here was, had to of been a while considering of the condition of the place.

‘So are you going to help this time or?’ You said, looking through the cupboards and storage units for the supplies on the list. Sifting through the various objects to try and find whatever Marlon had put on the list, god knows what he needs them for this time.

Mitch replied with a low hum, still leaving you unsure of if your going to be the one doing all the work, in reality you should of expected it but it still got on your nerves to some degree. You were humming a tune to yourself quietly, anything to erase the awkward silence that lingered in the air. A coping mechanism for whenever you felt uncomfortable, it brought you a sense of comfort.

'Can you shut the fuck up' Mitch snapped. 'Its bad enough having to actually be paired with you, stop making it even fucking worse,' He said, narrowing his eyes and taking a step towards you, finger pointed at you, god you just wanted to fucking bite his finger off. Squaring his shoulders and puffing his chest out as if to try and intimidate you, this asshole didnt scare you.

'God why the fuck are you such a dick I’ve done nothing but be fucking nice to you and you just have to act like a stuck-up little bitch?!' You exclaimed, you were sick of his bullshit, always fucking being such a stuck-up little bitch for no reason. You were sick of trying to get along with him just for your efforts to be thrown back into your face.

'Ever think that your fucking annoying?! All you ever do is just fucking bitch and whine, don't be so offended just because I don't put up with your bullshit' He spat back, his face flushed with anger spurred by the growing tension of the room. Scowl plastering his face, eyes narrowed.

‘What the fuck is your issue!? Stop being such a moody piece of shit!’ You exclaimed, god he really got on your nerves, normally you would try and go about things a much calmer and civil way but he seriously just tipped you over the edge this time. You regretted letting him rile you up so much but you needed to put this motherfucker in his place.

He slammed you against the wall using his bodyweight and strength as an advantage to keep you there, his unwavering grip making you unable to escape from his grasp leaving you powerless against him. You gripped his wrist, staring into his eyes, the sound of the room filled with heavy breathing. Your mind was racing with different outcomes, what if he just killed you here, I mean it seemed he hated you to the point where you wouldn't be surprised if he did. The tension was thick, suffocatingly thick. Before you could even register what was going on you felt his lips crash against yours, eyes widening in surprise. Your body stiffened as it took a moment for you to register what was happening.

His chapped lips pressed against your own, hands and body pressing up against yours even more if that was even possible. It was a spur of the moment situation, minds clouded by frustration and teenage hormones. Your eyes eventually closed and you kissed him back with the same vigor as he kissed you with. His calloused hands digging into your wrists, there was bound to be marks afterwards

The kiss was hot and sloppy, the intensity making you head feel like it was spinning. The temperature of the room seemingly increasing with every second, heat rising to both of your faces. The room was filled with the sound of lips meeting and heaving breaths. Saliva mixing together, spit covering your guy's lips and dribbling down both of your chins.

Hands scrambling to find something to grip onto as if an attempt to ground yourselves, gripping at shirts and jackets. God if he wasn't so fucking hot you would of beat his ass already, but you couldn't help but respond with the same passion that he was providing. If someone were to walk in right now you two would be done for, ridiculed and humiliated for weeks on end by the others but in the moment neither of you could care.

You both pulled away to breathe, the lack of oxygen making you dazed even more than you currently were. No words were spoken yet you both understood what the other were thinking, it was chaotic, messy, far from what your used to but exactly what you need. You both dove back in, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance as you both began attempting to tug each others clothes off. Breaking your locked lips only to remove your jackets and shirts.

Mitch picked you up, strong hands gripping the back of your thighs as he lays you down on the counter. Hastily unzipping your jeans and tugging them down along with your underwear, his fingers skilled from many days spent creating explosives and carving various weapons from scratch, the same fingers that were now running themselves throughout your wetness. Gathering your arousal on his fingers, other hand gripped the back of your head pulling you closer.

Fingertips prodding at your entrance, two of his long-crooked finger slipping inside you with ease, thanks to purely just how turned on you were. Letting a soft moan into Mitch's mouth as he crooked them to brush against a sweet spot, your gummy walls clenching and unclenching around his fingers. Pumping in and out of you at a vigorous pace, pressure in your lower abdomen increasing as you could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly. He removed his fingers from your gummy walls and broke the kiss. Pussy oozing with slick arousal, coating you folds, glistening under the light seeping in from the windows.

His kisses descending down your neck, nipping at the skin leaving marks that were sure to darken into hickeys. Groping your breasts through your bra as he left kisses along your cleavage. His soft lips brushing against your delicate skin with hot open-mouthed kisses, coating your velvety breasts with his saliva, dripping down the valley between your breasts ,savoring every inch of your body.

‘Taste so good' He mumbled against your skin, biting and then soothing with a flick of his tongue. Hands gripping your waist, the size difference between you two evident, making your pussy throb at the sight of his strong hands, veins bulging from the skin. Your hand gripped his hair as he indulged in your soft skin, saliva coating your complexion.

He began to strip himself of his clothes, his toned figure sculpted perfectly, abs and v-line prominent, his frame built from years of hard labour that was brought with living in a world where death is around every corner. Biceps and shoulders proportionate to his frame making him look as if he was handmade by the gods himself, god he’s so fucking hot. Freckles dusted his arms similar to his face

Mitch stripped himself of his jeans, bulge pressed against the thin fabric of his boxers. You could tell he was huge without him even removing his underwear, thick and long. It looked like it could split you in half, or it could try, this wasn’t the first time you have ever had sex but, definitely the biggest you’ve ever had.

‘You sure you want this?’ Mitch said softly, emerald eyes glistening from the sun, like a star in the night sky. Despite his cock behaviour previously, he was different now, his calmed demeanour dampening your nerves slightly. A soothing balm over an open would, washing away any doubts or worries plaguing your mind, nagging and drilling your thoughts.

‘Yeah, i do….’ You replied, cold air hitting your pussy as he pulls you closer. Your fingers digging into his skin, slick with sweat from the humidity and heat of the greenhouse mixed alongside the intensity of the situation you were in. Your pussy drooling and begging for friction, your arousal coating your thighs with the slick creamy substance.

Mitch pulls his boxers down, thick cock sprinting free. He’s huge just as you anticipated and mouth-wateringly thick. Tip flushed an angry red as pre-cum dribbled from the slit, veins dotted along his rigid length. Pulsing with a need that was unexplainable, yet you felt it all yourself, dying for him to just be inside you already and stretch you deliciously as you knew he would. He pressed the tip against your entrance before dragging it through your soaked folds, tip rubbing against your needy clit.

Pleasure shooting through your body as you let out a small whine, your pussy clenching around air, wanting nothing more for him to just fuck you already. As if he could read your mind, he pressed his tip into your wet entrance, groaning at the feeling of your walls gripping him and sucking him in needily. You let out a breathless moan, the stretch painful yet just what you were craving all at once. You felt as if he were splitting you in half.

‘Shit your so…fuckkk….your so tight’ He mumbled into the crook of your neck, cock pulsing with need. Ready to paint your walls with his sticky cum before you’ve even started.

He slipped in with ease, thanks to how embarrassingly wet you were from him. He took a moment to let you adjust, the struggle to hold back clear in his expression, he wanted nothing more to just pound your tight little pussy. He felt you buck your hips against him, if he didn’t move soon you felt as if you were going to explode. You were so fucking needy it was almost pathetic but you didn’t care, al you cared about was how thick Mitchs cock was, reminding you of how much he was stretching you with every throb and pulse.

He began to move, pulling out until it was just the tip before slamming back in again, balls deep into your greedy hole. He sped up the pace, you were an absolutely mess, clawing to grab at his shoulders, biceps, anything you could at an attempt to ground yourself. His thick head kissing your cervix with everything thrust, gummy walls contracting around him. You were a mess, a flushed whiny mess.

‘Feel good hmm…yeahh…’ Mitch said into your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple. All you could do was let out a whine, too cockdrunk to think nevermind respond. He pulled you into a sloppy kiss, raw and passionate while his cock continued pounding into your pussy. The sound of skin meeting skin echoing throughout the room, mingling with the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked hole. shlck shlck shlck.

The pressure in your stomach was borderline unbearable, your orgasm was rapidly approaching. You knew Mitch was close aswell as you could feel his cock pulsing inside of you.

‘m’gonna cum baby-fuck…where you want it’ Mitch said before letting out a noise which was a mix of a grunt and a moan. You didn’t respond, you felt high but not on drugs. High on the pure passion of the encounter; head spinning and eyes glazed over with tears of overstimulation.

Mitch roughly grabbed your chin and made you look into his eyes.

‘i said where do you want it baby-or should i just cum in this tight little pussy hm?’ He said roughly, fingers digging into the plush of your cheeks as his cock ruined your insides.

All you could do was give him a weak nod, you wanted nothing more than for him to cum inside you, wether it was the intense pleasure clouding your logical thinking or just the raw passion of the moment.

You gripped his shoulders as your orgasm hit you like a freight train, letting out a pornographic moan as your juices gushed around Mitchs cock, hole gripping him like a vice as he assisted you in riding out your orgasm, like a dam that was broken.

‘Fuck that’s it-fuck yeah’ He said, hissing at the feeling of your pussy clenching his cock so deliciously.

After the remnants of your orgasm faded, the slight tinge of overstimulation began to grow. The line between pain and pleasure quickly blurring as one. Mitchs orgasm finally hit him, with one powerful thrust he let out a whined groan, hips sputtering as his cock pulsed and throbbed inside you coating your walls with his thick release. His head dropped on your shoulder, heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

He pulled out with a soft pop, his cum dripping from your well-used hole, covering your thighs. Mitch pulled back and pressed a kiss to your temple before grabbing a rag that was on the side and gently cleaning your puffy folds.

‘Was it…good?’ He said, a hint of wavering confidence in his voice, as if he was unsure of his abilities after just giving you one of the most mind blowing orgasms of your life.

‘It was good…really good’ You replied smiling, hand cupping his cheek as you stared into eachothers eyes, post nut clarity present in the moment, both savouring the afterglow.

‘Listen (y/n) I….i’m sorry for how i treated you…i really am it’s just-fuck…’ He said trailing off and rubbing his face with his hands, he seemed almost hesitant.

‘What is it? you can tell me’ You comforted, placing a hand on his shoulder, skin slick with sweat under the palm of your hand.

‘I really like you-like a lot a lot….and i….i…yeah’ He rambled out, words almost mixing all in one, luckily it was coherent enough to gather what he was trying to say. His face was flushed with embarrassment, the pink of his cheeks contrasting against his freckles complexion.

‘Me too….i have for a while actually’ You admitted, feeling almost embarrassed eventhough you knew he liked you back. His head snapped up at that.

‘Really?’ He said in disbelief, eyes glimmering with happiness and hope.

You nodded, he embraced you with an almost bone crushing hug, felt as if he would crush you if you didn’t usher him off to get his clothes back on. You both got dressed again and made yourselves somewhat presentable before walking out of the greenhouse, without the items Marlon asked you collect but with a new reason for life, Marlon can save the shouting for later. For now you just wanted to sit back and bask in your newly bloomed relationship.

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