| with five minutes before your brother gets home, all you want to do is make the most of your last minutes with your boyfriend– however, mike has other priorities. munson!reader, afab!reader, making out, grinding, fluff, tension, foul language.
it was a warm, summer night in hawkins– and despite the uncomfortable humidity that was drifting throughout your uncles trailer, you still found yourself perched upon your boyfriends lap, quite literally as close to him as possible.
his lips were kissing your neck softly, your hands looped together around his neck as you hummed at the contact.
“wanted you like this all day. so fucking beautiful.” he whispered against your skin, nipping your sweet spot as you giggled softly.
“five more minutes. then you have to go.” you mumbled, a little smile forming onto your face when mike looked up at you with those infamous puppy eyes, a beaten up expression on his face.
“what? oh, come on. y’not gonna let me stay a little longer baby?” he almost whined, his head tilted at you as you rolled your eyes, one of your hands sliding down his chest.
“it’s not up to me, wheeler. eddie’s home soon.” you said, watching as his eyes widened at your words, his bottom lip catching between his teeth.
in truth, you knew eddie didn’t like mike. why? because you and your brother were close, close enough that and he’d come home after every dnd campaign bitching to you about how annoying ‘that wheeler kid’ is. little did eddie know, ever since you had to sit in on a meeting and the two of you locked eyes– both you and mike had been hooking up almost every night while eddie was away, completely oblivious at band practice.
and you hoped it’d stay that way. you knew eddie hated when you received even the slightest male attention, and if he knew mike wheeler of all boys was touching you and kissing you the way he did under the same roof he sleeps under every night, it’d be the end of your relationship and possibly mike.
you snapped out of your thoughts to see mike still looking at you, almost dazed.
“you gonna sit there staring or make the most of your five minutes?” you teased, looking at him expectantly as a cocky grin spread onto his face, his dark brows raised slightly.
“don’t be so impatient.” he muttered, pulling your chin down to him as he connected your lips to his own, the kiss immediately becoming messy and sloppy as his hands lazily squeezed your hips.
his tongue slipped into your mouth, his hand sliding up into your hair to pull your head further into him, deepening the kiss. you whined against his lips, his eyes opening slightly at the sound.
“don’t get to worked up, pretty. can’t stay long enough to help you out if you do.” he mumbled, his head falling against your neck as he began placing wet kisses against your skin again, your hand sliding up the back of his neck as his hands slid further up your body, taking your sweater with them.
you tried to ignore how good the feeling of the bulge in mike’s pants rubbing against your core felt, your body trying hard not to move against him in a way that would leave you wanting more.
right as you were about to let out another whimper due to the feeling of mikes lips harsh against your sweet spot, he pulled his head away, his brows furrowed slightly.
“hey.” he said, giving you a smile as you looked at him, slightly confused. “your his sister, so it feels like your the best person to ask, but– do you think eddie hates me?” he asked, his words leaving you slightly speechless. well, that was abrupt.
yes, to be quite frank. but you couldn’t tell him that. you saw how mike was with eddie the one time you sat in on their campaign, and it was clear to you mike craved eddie’s approval more than anything. it’d quite literally break him if he found out how your brother truly felt towards him.
“mike, can we please not talk about my brother while im on top of you and your hard, please?” you said, eager to feel his hands squeezing your hips again, your skin crawling with impatience.
“i know sweetheart, but like– has he said anything to you? please tell me, it’s driving me insane. dustin keeps telling me he does, but i need a second opinion.” he said, his voice insanely frantic and nervous, as if it was the most important thing in the world.
you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as he looked at you expectantly. “jeez, i don’t know mike. he doesnt really talk about you.” you said, lying straight through your teeth and hoping to god he wouldn’t be able to tell.
his eyes flickered away for a moment, his thumbs tapping against your thighs as he clicked his tongue. “what about dustin? does he talk about him?” mike asked, giving you a look when he noticed your boredom. “god, don’t look so uninterested. i fuck you every night.” he said, looking up at you with amusement as you shrugged.
“yeah, i guess he does. mostly positively. but you and dustin are similar, in a way. that probably means he likes you both?” you lied once again. hell, you knew dustin was like a second goddamn sibling to eddie. putting him and mike on the same level was just absurd, but you were willing to say whatever it took to protect your boyfriend from the truth.
“right. yeah, ok.” mike said, nodding to himself as he looked to the floor, as if assuring himself your words were true.
“ok, now can you touch me? please?” you asked, almost whining as he rolled his eyes, hooking his arms underneath your thighs and throwing you effortlessly onto your bed, a little squeak falling from your lips as he crawled on top of you.
“only cause you asked so nicely, baby.” he said, brushing some of your hair out of your face as his lips began placing gentle kisses against your collarbones again. eddie was probably about five seconds from the door at this stage, but you craved mikes touch too much to tell him to leave. the window was always an option.
