when Introduced to your roommates old friend, things start to get heated, and you begin sneaking around
word count: (idkkk not proofread tbh
warnings: aged up characters, making out, grinding, smut. p!v
notes: i wanted to make this wayyyyy longer- as i have alot of ideas for this fic but honestly my focus sucks and i didnt want to make it too long. btw finally watched off campus and now i have so many ideas i want to do but lmk if yall like this one and ill see ! enjoy. ALSO FLASHBACKSSSS INCLUDED
The mirror had completely fogged over 20 minutes ago. Your hair was still damp, water gathering at the ends that occasionally slipped down your neck, single beads coursing down to your bare chest as you wrapped the towel around yourself.
You pushed the door open with your shoulder, steam curling out from the door, filling the dorm room before it evaporated into the cool air. You looked up as you turned around, your steps faltering before they even started, specks of water fall down your legs, rounding beneath your feet.
Across the room, Mike Wheeler was spread across your couch like he lived in the dorm, one arm stretching across the back of the couch, his shoes kicked off carelessly at the base of the furniture. And balancing on his chest, a bowl of pretzels which his hand reached into, salt lingering on his finger tips as he brought them to his lips.
His eyes flickered up from the tv, the screen cutting across his sharp features, lighting his arch grin. “Didnt know we were doing dramatic entrances.” Mike mumbled, his fingers curling into the bowl of pretzels. “I wouldve done one.” He said with the most casual tone, catching you off guard.
“Why are you even here!” You finally manage to say, your eyes moving around him as the water began to grow under you. “You have your own dorm.”
Mike didnt break his eyes away, he caught and watched every bead that fell from the tips of your hair, onto your wet skin. “That i do.” He said, resting his other hand that wasnt dug deep in the bowl behind his head like he was getting more comfortable.
Your fingers immediately found the edge of the towel, tugging it tighter against yourself. “Then go there!.” Your tone sharp, hiding the deep humiliation that was building within yourself.
Mike grinned, a small sound between a laugh and a scoff leaving his lips as they parted, allowing another pretzel in his mouth, finally turning to look back at the tv.
Your arm stayed crossed over your chest, the other pushed damp hair from your face, aware that Mike was not going anywhere anytime soon. “Your floors getting wet.” Mike mumbled out mid chew.
Your face slightly scrunched in disgust at how gross he could be, looking down to see the floor was infact getting wet. You roll your eyes as you look back up, your eyes hard on him.
A nearby door finally opened, snapping you away from eventually killing Mike Wheeler with a deathstare.
“Woah!” Max attempted to say between stiff laughs that left her mouth at the scene, automatically pulling her eyes away. “Its been a couple of weeks since you two met and youre already doing this.” Max teased, going as far to drag her hand across to rest on her eyes.
Mike chuckled from the couch, his stupid grin returning to his face as the bowl rippled against his chest.
Your face burned, your cheeks going bright red as you tugged onto your towel for what felt like the tenth time this minute. “Ha. Ha. Very funny.” You mumbled, crossing your arms against your chest.
Max smiled, pushing her hand across the counter as she grabbed her keys off the bench. “You know, people normally put clothes on before they start arguments.” She said thoughtfully, shooting you a wink.
“I was showering!.”
She made her way over towards the couch, nudging Mikes shoulder. “Relax, we’re fucking with you.” Max said, grabbing the bowl off Mikes chest as he stood up from the couch, his eyes finding yours for a moment. Still looking mildly amused at the situation.
As they reached the door, Mike looked back, his hand hovering over the metal door handle. “By the way, you still have soap on you.” He said, with that glint in his eyes as he gestured to your chest across the room, then the door clicked shut behind, leaving you standing in the puddle of water.
It was fall when you’d met him, the campus paths slick with rainwater and dying leaves, the air cold enough to make everyones shoulders hunch. The faint smell of wet denim and dirt flowing through buildings eachtime students came back inside.
Curled into the corner of the couch, legs crossed comfortably beneath you, balancing your laptop against your thighs spilling unabsorbed words that had been staring at you for the past two hours. You were halfway reading the same paragraph when the soft murmur of a voice muffled from the hallway, before the faint sound of keys jinggled, the door swinging open with a click.
“Oh my god, it’s freezing out there.”
You glanced behind you, knocking an abandoned textbook off the couch as you shifted. A faint smile spread across your lips as you saw Max walk in, her hands tugging at the sleeves on her jacket, her cheeks flushed from the cold breeze outside. You went to reply, your lips parted before your attention shifted, almost immediately at someone walk in behind her.
Pushing damp curls away from his forehead as the door closed behind him, dark specks of rain stained the dark fabric of his jacket, rosy lips gently quivering against the bottom row of teeth. Something about him seemed effortlessly familiar.
Max noticed you sitting on the couch, placing something down on the bench. “There you are.” She said softly, her hands moving to remove her wet jacket.
You rolled your eyes lightly, finally tearing your eyes away from his to meet Max’s cold expression. “Like you said, its freezing out there.”
“Yeah yeah.” She muttered, holding her jacket between her arm as she held it out, towards the boy standing next to her. “This is Mike, I’ve told you about him like fifty times by now.”
Mike looked over at you, “And well this is my roommate I was telling you about.” She said, looking between you and Mike, noticing the stash of highlighters scattered on the coffee table and the many abandoned papers that surrounded you.
The rain still clung to his hair, the faint but noticeable smile pulling on the corners of his plush lips, “So youre Max’s roommate.” He spoke, his voice unsteady from the cold, his eyes drafting over all your work spread out. “You werent lying when you said she studys alot.” Mike said, looking at Max.
Max groaned, her footsteps traveling from the door to the airmchair beside you, before she threw herself down into it. “Unfortunately its all she does.”
Mike laughed softly, his head dropping for a moment before he lifted it back up, his hands coming back up to push the hair that had fallen back into place before he moved across the room, taking a seat on the couch. His eyes skimmed across one of the textbooks that had fallen on the ground earlier.
He chuckled, leaning down to pick it up, reading the title, his fingers skimming up and down the spine of the book. “Good book?” He asked, leaning over as the book hovered in the air infront of you.
You stare at him for a moment, noticing little details about him now that hes closer, before you reached out and took the book. “Yeah, its not bad.” You nodd, expecting the conversation to end there. Instead Mike leaned back into the couch, his eyes fixed onto you, “We had to read that in highschool, Max however didnt read it and she failed.” Mike said, turning to look at Max who was staring at the ceiling, a grin on his lips.
“Oh god, dont remind me.” She muttered, still staring up at the ceiling. “That class was hell, apart from your nerdy ass campaigns that I was dragged to constantly.”
“Campaigns?” You ask, looking between the two of them, could you feel anymore lost in a conversation with two people who basically grew up together.
Mike brang his attention back to you, his eyebrow that had gone slightly red from the breeze outside raising. “You ever heard of dungeon and dragons?”
Max finally lifted her head up at that, a loud agonising groan leaving her chapped lips, “And thats my cue to leave, I cant bare to listen to yet another Mike Wheeler D&D rant.” She said, eventually pushing herself up from the armchair. “Besides I have to call Lucas.” She said, disappearing into her room.
Rain continued to fall outside, tapping against the window as Mike told you all about D&D and all his old campaigns, at some point your laptop had been closed and discarded off to the side, the idea of studying forgotten entirely.
That was a few weeks ago, in the events that followed after that, you definitely couldnt listen to another D&D rant.
Fall didnt slow down, it sped up. Every path around campus stayed slick— leaves plastered across in dark patches like a wet painting while beads of rain bounced off your jacket. You walked across the campus grounds, head down in your own world, the palm of your hands burried deep into the soft fabric of your pockets until your shoe caught onto the slippery edge of the pavement, your leg completely giving way tipping you backwards. The fall barley had time to happen, the pit in your stomach growing as someone caught your arm, a hand firm in place steadying you.
“Careful.” The voice followed with a quiet laugh, the hand still lingering on your arm like you would fall again, before it reluctantly released its hold, allowing you to finally straighten up. You turn around, pulling on the fabric of your jumper. Mike. His eyes watched down on you, his cheeks returned to that familar pink flush against his pale skin, the corners of his lips ever so slightly going purple, rain dampening the ends of his dark curls.
“Thanks.” You muttered, still trying to recover from the possibility of having to walk back to your dorm with a wet ass.
Mike gave you a subtle shrug, one side of his mouth pulling upwards. “Anytime.” He lifted his eyebrows in a quick, almost awkward way before shoving his hands back into the depths of his jacket, before he bagan walking again.
Rain collected along the strands of your hair, dark spots appearing on the jacket of your sleeves as students hurried past with umbrellas. You spun around quickly, almost falling on your ass again.
“Wait-.”
His steps slowed at that, spinning around to face you just a few feet away from you.
“Where are you heading?.” You ask, He glanced down the path ahead, before looking back at you. “Uh- nowhere really… just walking around campus.”
You shoulders slightly hunched as the breeze got colder against the back of your neck, the rain settling into a soft mist. “Do- do you maybe.” You pause, almost immediately as you watched him. “Do you maybe want to hangout? preferably in like a dorm where its warm?”
Mike blinked, “Just you? Max isnt on campus today.”
You immediately almost regretted speaking. “I mean- not like that obviously.”
Mike quickly cut you off, laughing quietly as he picked his steps back up towards you. “No. no, I didnt think you were asking that.” He shook his head, his lips curling upwards again. “But okay, he continued stopping beside you. “Id wanna do that.”
“Cool.” You tried to act casual- and probably failed.
“And well then she said ‘I dump your ass’.” Mike said, just a few feet away from you on the couch, the warm dorm air a stark contrast from the coldness outside.
You laughed, your lips tugged into somewhat of a smile as you sat facing him, your arm resting your head up. “She said that?” You almost scoffed, but it was covered by a quick laugh. “And Max told her to say that?.”
Mike nodded, his damp hair suddenly gone dry. “Yeah, Max was relentless back then, Definitely had something against me.” He chuckled, something deep within his throat.
You sat with one leg curled into your chest, arms wrapped around it while Mike leaned back against the opposite side of the couch, one arm stretched along the backside coushins. The conversation settled into a comfortable silence as you both kept eye contact, suddenly feeling something turn.
You clearef your throat, shifting slightly where you sat. “Well you two seem close now atleast.”
His expression changed slightly, as he nodded along the room. “Yeah, you could say that.” He straightened up against the coushins, suddenly aware of everything.
“When is she coming back anyways? Maybe i should get going.” Mike said, his eyes drifting to the front door like he remembered there was a point where he should probably leave.
You glanced over at the clock on the wall, noticing the time. “She wont be back til later, her lectures run late.”
Mike nodded along as you spoke, his fingers tapping lightly once over his knee before he pushed himself up off the couch. “I shouldnt stay then.”
You blinked from your postion on the couch, watching him move around to grab his jacket that he’d thrown over one of the armchairs. “What? why?.”
Mike turned to look at you as he threw his jacket on, his fingers adjusting the sleeve as his expression changed into confusion by the question. “Cause you and I both know if I stay something will happen.” He interjected, already turning to walk away.
Before you could properly think about it, you reached over from the couch, catching his wrist, your eyes dilating as they caught onto his. His expression shifted almost imperceptibly, confusion giving way to something harder, his big eyes searching yours for what this could mean.
His shoulders turned towards you on the couch quickly, almost afraid he’d miss the moment. His steps didnt falter as he stopped infront of you on the couch, instead he leaned down, his cold hands pushing your hair behind the curve of your ear as his mouth came crashing down onto yours.
You gasped into his mouth as it parted, his grip on you jerking you up from the couch ever so slightly as you met his mouth. The kiss was anything but gentle, not an ounce of softness or sweetness.
Your hands came up to grasp his wrists, your fingertips going white against the paleness of his skin. Mike groaned against your lips, his palms spreading flat against the flush of your cheeks, pulling you in harder with a firm grip.
You whined ever so softly, the sweet sound sending Mike into a sprial, his tongue slipping past your lips at the opportunity. You leaned off further from the couch, your heels digging into the coushins as you opened up to Mikes tongue, mouth open tangled with spit and sounds of wanting more.
Mikes hands moved from your face, his back hunching over more as they roamed down the nape of your neck, feeling the warmth of your skin under his fingertips before they dug into the softness of your hips, lifting you up off the couch before you hooked your legs around his waist, your arms clinging around the fabric of his shirt.
Mikes muscles tensed under your touch, his hands flat palming the back of your thighs as he pulled you down harder against him, wanting no space between the two of you. A smile pressed against his lips, your teeth lighting biting down on his bottom lip.
You groaned into his mouth, breaking the kiss for a spilt second. “Bedroom.” You huffed into his mouth between kisses. Mike obliged, his fingertips digging into the back of your thighs as he walked across the room, kicking the bedroom door open hard enough it rebounded of the wall before it slammed shut.
Mikes knees hit the edge of the bed, stumbling onto the mattress with anything but grace, the kiss breaking as your head hit the fabric of the bedsheets under you, the room filling into loud breathing as you both attempted to catch your breath.
He hovered above you, his elbow sinking into the mattress as he leaned in slowly, extremely slow. His lips parted ever so slightly. Then he leaned down, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of your neck. “Max cant know.” He whispered, his other hand snaking past your legs, fingertips brushing under the fabric of your shirt.
He felt you shudder under him, a slick grin spreading upwards on the corners of his lips, his breath incredibly hot against you. “This is a one time thing.” You spoke, a hush more like it.
Mike leaned back up, his eyes fully blown dilated now. His face so close to yours you could count every individual freckle. “Oh I agree.” He spoke, his voice steady considering his breathing was heavy.
Mike didnt let you reply, His lips came down quick and hard on your open mouth, wasting no time to slip his tongue deep into the warmth of your mouth, his aggressiveness slightly painful, but you didnt even begin to care- you needed this.
His hands hiked dangerously high up your stomach before it reluctantly curved under the fabric, squeezing onto the soft flesh of your stomach.
You moaned, out loud, into his mouth, your body arched closer into him, your hands slipping under his shirt, greedily feeling every inch of his chest. Mikes grip tightened around you as you let the moan slip, feeling higher and higher until he was groping at your breasts through your bra, your nipples hardening as he rubbed against them with firm pressure. Mike felt his jeans tighten around him as he continued to rub circles around the delicate flesh of your breasts.
Your body started moving for him, your lips parting off his as your stomach tightened in pleasure, breath warm against his open mouth. Your hands moved off his chest, dragging your nails down it as they hit the rough fabric of his jeans, gliding down until they reached the heat of Mikes erection trappped under the jeans, palm pressing hard onto it. Mike let out a low utteral groan from deep within his throat, his head faltering as he noticed his cock stiffening harder with rampant desire.
His body was already rolling down against you, his cock unbearably engorged, his big free hand roamed down from your breast, down past your belly button down towards the heat that was pooling between your legs. His finger tips ghosting over your clit, leaving you arch into him harder— which he undeniably grinded down onto you as you did making you moan with need and desire.
Clothes were discarded in a hurry, all priorities else where. Unashamed moans filled the dorm room as Mike sunk into you, his cock getting harder inside of you, itching to go deeper. You moaned into his mouth, your hand palming the side of his face as he thrusted over and over— feeling your throbbing all along his shaft, warm and silky, pure bliss.
Mikes arms shook almost uncontrollably as he kept thrusting into you, the way you clenched around him ever so often— he definitely wasnt lasting long. He seethed against your lips before reluctantly pulling away to nuzzle his head into your neck.
He pressed you into the mattress harder, thrusting even deeper. “Fuck, you feel so good.” His breath hot against your neck as you moaned at how deep he was getting.
“Shit, youre so big.” You whispered in his ear, your fingers roaming to pull against the curls on his head. Mike groaned louder, his movements getting more sloppier as his tongue found the sensitive skin on your neck. Fuck. He didnt know he had a praise kink until you started praising him.
Mike lifted his head up, capturing your mouth as he continued pounding himself into you, his balls slapping against your swollen cunt. He grunted into your mouth, his tongue licking away your symphony of moans.
Mike trailed his fingers down your naked body beneath him, his fingertips passively torturing your clit, his eyes almost rolling back into his head at the way you tightened around his fingers.
Your breathing sped up rapidly, your back dragging across the mattress with his rough movements“Fuck, Fuck I’m not lasting.” You groaned, whines falling off the tip of your tongue, fingers and toes curling deep into the sheets, your body uncontrollable under his as it jerked upwards, warm liquid spilled out, coating Mikes cock and the length of his fingers.
He had been extremely close himself, the feeling of you spasming around his cock sending him over the edge, his arms trembling as he slammed into you one last time— hard and deep. Uncontrollably spurting thick ropes of cum inside of you that spilled out towards your inner thighs, heaving and groaning slowing down— dying on eachothers tongue.
He grunted at the sensation as he pulled out of you, slick wetness sliding down the inside of your thighs. He barely had time to get soft before his brows furrowed, still hovering over you— frozen and convinced he’d heard something outside.
“What was that?” Mike asked quickly, his grip tight on your shoulder as he watched your door like someone would walk in any second.
A thump echoed from behind the door, followed by a spill of light from under the door. “Im back, you home?.”
Max.
“Shh.” You panicked, palms pressing hard into the mattress below you as you pushed yourself up with force, sending Mike almost stumbling off you.
“I thought you said she wouldnt be back to late!” Mike spoke with hushed frustration as he steadied himself, his eyes searching for literally any part of clothing.
You closed your eyes as he spoke, a hand running down your face as you thought about the humiliation if Max found out. “She wasnt!.” You whispered back at him, throwing his clothes towards him, jeans hitting him square in the face.
Mike shot you a look as he peeled the jeans away from him, practically jumping into them. “I’m never doing this again.” His voice a strained whisper.
“Yeah no shit.” You groaned, wrapping the robe around yourself, attempting to cover any evidence that you had just had the best sex of your life with Mike Wheeler.
And well that was a lie— a very obvious lie. You and him both knew that wouldnt happen.
DONT BE A SILENT READER PLSSSS I LIVE FOR INTERACTIONS AND NEED PPLS OPINIONS <3333
mike didnt think his last minute costume idea would attract attention, but when he finds himself on his knees in the bathroom, he starts second guessing himself .
word count: ?? (also not fully proofread!!!)
warnings: aged up characters. all characters past legal age. mentions of drugs and alcohol. underage use of drugs and alcohol. fluff sub!mike. virgin!mike. experienced!reader. making out. grinding. f!recieving. oralf!recieving. sober!mike. slightly intoxicated!reader. SMUTTTT!!!
notes: this fic has been a long process as it sat in my drafts for months but i finally finished after getting motivated from “call it even” by voyter. Alot a credit is due to them for ideas in this fic! i recommend reading it if you havent already. first time fully writing a smut scene so i hope you enjoy!!! (thankyou to the two people who said yes to my last tumblr post, this post is thanks to you)
Halloween was a night Mike enjoyed out of any other night in the year, ever since middle school. It was the one night he looked forward too. The one night he actually avoided his grouchy old basement, the D&D board.
Except it was different now, he was older , and in college. And so were the rest of his friends. Beside spending every Saturday night in Mikes basement, they had all branched out from their little group, all made different connections with other people, And tonight they had all somehow heard of a party.
And even though they didn't want to go, it didn't take much convincing.
From half a block away, you could already hear the bass thumping, a deep relentless thump that vibrated through the whole street— one that surely would have been complained about later in the night.
In high school, parties had always been something that happened somewhere else, to people who weren't considered the freaks and weirdos of the school. The party had always been put as the outcasts of the school, the type to hear about what happened over the weekend on a Monday morning, yet somehow in college they'd be the ones regretting the weekend come early Monday morning.
The party stood, frozen at the bottom of the old porch steps that creaked each time another drunk teenager swung the door open, a blast of whatever song playing escaping before it was swallowed back into the house.
Dustin looked up at the house, completely oblivious to the fact that his old ghostbusters costume from eighth grade doesnt exactly fit him how it did all those years ago. "Looks like fun." Dustin turned to face the group, wacking his proton pack over his shoulder.
Mike stood beside him, his costume was clearly a last minute costume-due to his much desire for not wanting to go. His jaw tightened as Dustin spoke, his lips parting slightly, showcasing a pair of cheap vampire fangs he kept adjusting with his tongue.
"Lighten up, Dracullll-aa" Lucas snickered, dragging his words out, his hands moving out as he did jazz fingers.
Mike just huffed, shooting Lucas a side glance as they approached the door to the house.
Inside, the house smelled like a mixture of cheap alcohol anyone could get their hands on with a fake id, watered down with the sickening scent of surgary mixers, and the faint but very noticeable, sour smell of there being one- too many people in there that made Mike already regretting coming.
They all let out a breath they hadnt realised they’d all been holding as they made it to the kitchen, red plastic cups thrown carelessly around the countertop, with a snort and huff from someone dressed in something inflatable beside them.
The guy who had clearly just snorted something off the counter looked up, a white powdery substance resting lazily in the curves of his nostrils. “Yo- Cool costumes.” He chuckled, in a way that made everyone, but Dustin think he was making fun on them
“Thanks!.” Dustin replied, oblivious to the uncomfortable shift in the air. “Its the same costume I wore when in eighth grade.” Dustin smiled, the sheepish grin he always wore. "This works too-" He went to lift his ghost trap but Max's hand stopped him
Max just sighed beside him, her head falling into the palm of her hand before she leaned in, “He’s fucking with you idiot.”
Mike stood at the back of the group, trying to hide to avoid being picked on next, his eyes staring at his shoes as they shuffled against the floor occasionally.
“Stop being an asshole.” A voice broke out against the loud music that was becoming a headache to anyone who stood in the house too long.
Mike snapped his head up at the sound of a new voice, his eyes roaming up and down the girl who slid into the kitchen, his eyebrows doing the expressive thing he does when he sees something interesting.
You stood their, a red cup sitting between your fingers as you placed it down , your hands moving to palm the counter. Your costume— a skirt that was way too high, tugging around your thighs riding higher with each step you took, a loose white button up top that was barely done up, revealing the black lace bra you wore.
Mikes eyes narrowed in on you, enough for you to notice as you dismiss the guy who was trying to pick on them. You lean over the kitchen counter, your hands curling around a nearby bottle of alcohol.
The neck of your blouse draped down, falling down your shoulder as you did so, but you didnt bother fixing it. It didnt go unnoticed either.
Mike noticed everything- and by the way he was unable to look away, he didnt mind.
“Why havent I ever seen you guys at a party before?.” You ask, your tone was light- a bright contrast from anyone else at the party.
“Uh- We just.” Dustin shrugged, trying to play it casual as he dropped a tube from his proton pack. “We’re pretty busy-.”
“We dont get invited.” Will cut dustin off.
You look up to look at the group, all standing awkwardly together- huddled around like they’d get destroyed if they left eachother.
You let out a small chuckle, a playful smile perking at the corners of your lips. “I think I know you.” You say, pointing at the red haired girl who stood beside lucas, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Yeah- Yeah I do, Youre in my lecture.” You nodd, your head tilting as you stare at the girl. “Its Max right?.”
Max just nodded, switching the leg she was standing on, “Yeah.” She replied, before shaking her head.
“This is Lucas, thats dustin, And Uh Mike.” She said, gesturing to everyone standing around her as she talked, followed by either a small wave of the hand, or a Hi.
Your eyes follow the group, skimming past everyone until she reached Mike. The tall lanky boy who stood behind everyone else, his dark eyes glued onto you, who just gave you a nodd as your eyes met.
Its quick, no longer than a few seconds before you tear your eyes away from Mike, dragging your attention back to Max who was still introducing the rest of the group. "Will and Jane." Her voice turned into another sound in the distance as your eyes landed back on Mike. The faint careless smudge of fake blood lingering around the corner of his mouth, the sharp outline of his jaw each time he swallowed, and the undeniable attraction to his prominent nose that suited him like no other.
Mike glanced up suddenly , catching you staring. The second he noticed your attention lingering, he straightened slightly.
Then immediately looked away.
Then looked back. Like he couldn’t decide which option was less embarrassing.
You almost smiled. “Well its nice to meet you all.” You say, picking your cup back up from the counter, although your eyes were only on Mike as you spoke.
“You too.” Mike muttered under his breath quickly, his eyes locked onto yours, hiding something behind them. His face flushed almost instantly beneath the dim orange lighting, and he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck before glancing toward the floor for half a second.
Cute.
“Well.” You said finally, forcing your attention back to the whole group, “Dont be strangers.”
Dustin smiled, his arm knocking over a empty bottle that rattled agaisnt the counter as it fell. “We- we wont.” He mumbled sheepishly, moving quickly to pick the bottle back up.
You laughed softly at Dustins mannerisms, your steps starting back up as you begin to move out of the kitchen, fingers ghosting the plastic cup in your hands, the music growing louder.
But as you passed Mike, your steps slowed, deliberate, not enough for everyone to notice, just enough to stare up at him as you walked.
Mike looked at the exact wrong moment, his eyes widening ever so slightly when you’d caught him very obviously staring as you left. His mouth parted like his brain had stopped working completely.
Max immediately caught onto the shift in Mike, the way he just stared with that awkward slightly stunned expression. Her hand reached out to slap his arm, snapping him out of it.
“Oh my god.” Max laughed, “It hasnt even been five minutes Wheeler.”
“What?.” Mike said too quickly, his eyes finding Max’s desperately.
“What?” Max mocked Mike, rolling her eyes before she grabbed Lucas’s arm, pulling him alongside with her out of the kitchen. “Just talk to her!.” Max yelled over her shoulder as she joined the chaos of the party.
“Why would I do that.” Mike mumbled, his face reading pure mock disgust as he watched Max and Lucas leave the kitchen.
Dustin just stared blankly at Mike, before reluctantly sighing as he grabbed elevens hand. “Come on, lets go dance.” He said, watching Mike as he walked away.
“Hey wait up!.” Will said quickly as he turned to run after then before his steps halted. “I believe in you dude.” Will said, almost sympathetic as he patted Mikes shoulder pathetically before he ran off and joined the rest of the group.
Mike drew his brows together as he lingered in the kitchen, replaying the whole interaction in his head. “This is why I hate these things.” Mike mumbled to himself before kicking his foot up.
Mike sat in the corner of the room as the party happened around him, the sound of cups crinkling below him as he sunk into the couch. His knee bounced along with the beat of the song that sounded off the walls besdie him. He’d admit he wasnt having fun, especially when the rest of the party broke off from him—leaving him looking like a fucking loser yet again. High school all over again. Great.
His eyes skimmed over all the legs infront of him as they brushed against him, earning a look of disgust from Mike. He leaned back, pinching the bridge of his nose, as he closed his eyes, before bringing them back up, his eyes low as he caught a glimpse of you.
You walked through the crowd with ease, the way your body moved as you walked, it was enough for Mikes jeans to tighten alone.
Your laughter echoed through the crowd, over the loud music that was giving Mike a migraine, but hearing that sound leave your mouth- he no longer cared about the inner pounding in his head. He watched you, the way your hands naturally touched over your neck, skimming your hair over your shoulder revealing more of your bare shoulder.
You were completely distracted dancing with your friends, occasionally laughing, occasionally fixing your hair after somebody bumped into you walking by, and Mikes favourite occasionally fixing your skirt that rode up dangerously high.
Mike watched you from the couch, trying to act casual as he ignored the heat pooling in his jeans.
“Dude! Youre being a party pooper.” A voice pulled Mike away from you, eyes squinting as they landed on Dustin, who looked like he’d been through hell and back.
Dustin was staring at him with the most obvious expression imaginable.
“What?.” Mike asked too quickly, trying to yell over the music as his eyes left Dustin and found you quickly.
“You’ve been looking at her for like, ten minutes.”
Mike choked on air as he pulled his gaze away from you, looking back up at Dustin who hovered over him, his arms om his hips. “You need to put the alcohol down Dustin, I think youre starting to make shit up now.” Mike exhaled through his nose.
Dustin just grinned knowingly before opening his mouth to make things worse, but just as words began to pool out of Dustin mouth, somebody stumbled backwards into the couch. Beer sloshed violently out of their cup directly onto Mikes lap.
Mike jolted back, his hips bucking as he threw his hands up.
“Ohhhh my god.” Some guy laughed between slurred words, “Dude, I’m so sorry.”
Mike looked down at the dark stain spreading across his lap, staring at in complete silence as he tried not to completely lose it.
Dustin stood off to the side, his eyes flickering between Mike and the random guy like this was a soap opera and he couldn’t believe he just witnessed that.
Mike finally breathed, rolling a hand down his face. “Im going to kill myself.” Mike mumbled, standing up as the guy kept apologising, even going as far to offer Mike weed which Mike just pushed out of his hand.
And then because the universe actually hated Micheal Wheeler, his eyes instinctively flickered across the room, to where you were dancing. Instead, you werent dancing, you were staring at him and you’d clearly witnessed the whole thing.
Mike groaned to himself, pulling his head away in shame as he pushed through the crowd towards the hallway, one hand tugging his jacket lower in a pointless attempt to hide the wet patch of his jeans.
“Looking good Wheeler!.” Dustin’s voice echoed over the music.
Inside the bathroom, Mike let out an exhale-moving to lean against the sink, the sound of the music muffled against the closed door, that was until someone stumbled in, slamming the door open against the wall.
“Shit sorry I didnt think anyone was in here.” You spoke hands still clenching the doorhandle.
“No- Its okay.” Mike replied way too fast, the words coming out of his mouth before he could stop them.
Your eyes fall onto Mike, the way his frame falls against the countertop, a few of his curls wet against his forehead, and you couldnt even ignore the way his tongue darted out every so often to re-adjust the vampire fangs in his mouth. It was hot.
“Oh, Its you.” You reply, walking further into the bathroom, your hand still staying on the handle.
“Is that supposed to be a bad thing?.” Mike replied, his eyebrows raising as he tilted his head, looking down at you. He couldnt lie, his heart was racing-and so was that thing inbetween his legs.
You just shrug, closing the door with a soft kick of your heels, the bathroom returning to the quiet room. “Cute costume.” You say, walking closer to him, before stepping to the side to stand next to him at the sink as you look at yourself in the mirror. “Even with the Uh-.” You say, gesturing to the stain.
Mike glanced over at you, his hands gripping the sink tighter. “Thanks.” He mumbled, the heat creeping onto his cheeks as he looked away quickly, his ears getting hotter.
He cleared his throat, forcing some sort of sound as he went to say something about your costume, but stopped when he realised nothing came out.
“Why are you hiding out in the bathroom.” You asked, your fingers trailing over your lipstick as you fixed it in the mirror. “Trust me it happens more than you’d expect.”
Mike just shrugged, forcing a small laugh as he parted his lips, his eyes darting back to you every so often. “I'm not hiding.”
“Liar” You ask, leaning back to look at him.
Mike stammers, his body tensing as he feels your gaze on him, before nervously shaking it off, hoping you hadnt realised his white knuckles on the sink. “Just not having fun.”
Mike tenses as he suddenly realises how small the bathroom seems to be, how it caved in on him like one of his D&D campaigns, and he knew it was because of you.
The way you turned your body towards him to listen, the sweet glistening of your long legs that your skirt didn't even begin to cover, and that damn blouse that dropped along your shoulder earlier that you didn't fix.
"Do you want to have fun?" you ask, turning your full attention to him, a smirk noticeable on the corners of your lips.
Mike hesitated, glancing at you as he sees you moving before snapping quickly back to anything else in the bathroom. "Uh- I mean yeah?' Mike choked out, rubbing the back of his neck to play it off casual.
You let a hum, not full convinced by Mikes response. Mike catches you as he quickly looks back at you, his head shaking. "What I meant was totally- Definitely " He spat spat out before he could even form a longer sentence., his fingers coming up to pinch his nose as instant regret automatically fills his body, worried he sounded to eager to have fun with you.
You- on the other hand felt anything but worry, instead to felt a rush excited for where this may lead. You leaned forward, the gap between the two of you closing in, slow-but noticeable enough for Mike's breath to hitch, and the uncomfortable feeling of something hot happening to him.
"Anything?" you ask, your voice soft, seductively sweet. Your eyes big and round, filled with something as you looked up at it.
Mike could swear to himself he would jump off a cliff if you asked him to like that. He'd give you anything - especially if you asked like that.
"I-Yeah." Mike swallowed hard, loud enough to be heard even with the minor muffled sound of the music thumping against the house. Any lingering hesitation he had, disappearing with no thought
"Anything." He breathed out, his head nodding mindlessly as his eyes burned into like he was in a gaze.
You take that as an invitation, your body moving closer to him until you can both feel each others warm breath, your hands rested lazily on your hips, before moving to glide over his chest. A teasing grin playing at your lips as you see Mikes expression. The way his body automatically stiffens, the way his eyes flicker down to your lips- the way his breathing gets heavier. It was all so hot.
Mikes tongue darted out, pushing his fangs back into his mouth as they had partially fell out because he gawked too hard.
He'd never had a girlfriend, never kissed anyone, and most definitely never had a girl look at him the way you were under the florescent light of the bathroom.
"The whole vampire thing, its hot by the way." You murmur, your hand still tracing mindlessly over his chest.
"Th-thanks." Mike uttered, too quickly, his voice pitched slightly higher. "I like your costume, too." He choked out, his hands awkwardly sitting open beside him.
"You do?" You reply, your voice that same tone that Mike thought was the best thing he'd ever heard in his life. "What about it do you like?" You ask, tilting your head, enjoying him squirm under your touch.
Mikes brows lifted, his eyes dancing around your body with no shame, mesmerised by everything about you. "Everything." He breathed out, his eyes focused solemnly on your bottom half.
Your hand reaches forward, coming off his chest to grab his hand, resting it on your hip, his hand immediately tensing as it touches you- his hand flayed out against your hip awkwardly.
“You should probably relax.” You utter, your eyes coming up to meet his.
“Relax.” Mike nodded, relaxing his hand against your hip. “Right.” He mumbled mixed with a deep breath.
Your eyes narrowed up at him, your head tilting in towards your shoulder. “Have you never?.” You trail, leaving the sentence open.
Mike immediately shook his head, a painful wind knocking him in his chest. What if you didnt want to do anything with him now? God why did he have to be such a raging virgin.
Emotions flicker over your face, not in disappointment more in surprise, he definitely wasn't ugly, but you were more than happy to teach him.
Your hand moves up, trailing a pattern of fire up his chest, stopping to cradle the side of his neck, Mikes body tenses as he feels your hand, his adams apple bopping in his throat as he swallowed hard.
Without a second thought, you lean up on your tippy toes closing the distance between you and Mike, your soft lips brushing against his. Mikes body froze as he felt your lips on his, squeezing his eyes shut with no clue on what to do. But when he felt you didnt pull away, he slowly eased into, he must've been doing something right.
Your hands snake away from his neck, following the curve of his shoulders as they drape around his back, pulling him in closer, Mikes body slightly jolted forward as the touch, pushing your back into the counter behind you.
Mike broke the kiss, his breath hushed and heavy as he looked down at you, his hands instinctively moving to hold your waist as his eyes widened. "Shit, I'm-I'm sorry i didn't mean-" You cut Mike off, grinning against his lips as you kissed him again, earning a soft groan of surprise from Mike as he parted his lips.
You leaned back against the bathroom sink, pulling Mike with you until he stands in-between your legs, his slim hands resting lazily on your thighs as he felt your tongue slip past his lips and into his mouth. And with that Mike seemed to get the hang of kissing, his mouth moving fast against your, his tongue darting in and out of your mouth more impatiently.
You groan, your hands moving from his back tangling into the soft brown curls of his hair, your hips instinctively tightening around his, tugging him more deeper between your legs. Mikes fingers skim past the hem of your skirt, higher. His touch is hesitant at first, just an inch higher like he's testing the movement, but when you don't stop him, his touched turns into something more - something firmer and hotter as he teases his hand further up, surprising himself as he does it.
You body softens against his hand, shifting slightly closer like you wanted to feel more. Your breath catching momentarily, just for a second, the kiss faltering before you leaned back into Mikes mouth harder, sloppier. Your hand slips up, gripping at Mikes black shirt, bunching fabric in your fist, Your other hand coming to rest ontop of Mikes thats still resting on your thigh, pushing his hand further under your skirt, the heat from in-between your legs warming Mikes fingertips.
"Mike." You whisper not breaking the kiss , your voice thick with desire against his lips.
Mike pulled back, his chest falling fast with every breath he takes as he looks down at you, his lips glossy and thick with a layer of your lipgloss. "What- did i do something?" Mike huffed, his hand not moving from under your skirt.
You shook your head, fast with no hesitation as you bit your lip, god he was hot even with lipgloss all over his face. Your hands came up behind his back, trailing further until your fingers tangled into his messy curls. You tilted your head, looking at him, your eyes low and heavy with need.
Without warning, your hand grips hard against Mikes head, pushing him down to his knees in front of you.
You grin at the sight of Mike below you, one hand resting on his shoulder while the other threads through his hair, tilting his head back to meet your eyes.
Mike huffs in surprise as his knees hit the bathroom floor below him, his head not protesting against your hands as he meets your gaze, a needy whimper leaving his lips, his eyes darting between your face and your legs right in front of him.
You lean back, your hands moving off Mike and onto the bathroom counter behind you as you push yourself up against the sink in one smooth movement, your eyes staring down at mike.
Mike tilts his head up to meet you, his big brown eyes- hungry with desire just from the sight of you. His pupils blown wide with nerves as they flicker down to your legs.
You move your hands back into Mikes hair, raising your brows as if to ask Mike a silent question you both know he wont say no to.
Mike nodded almost instantly, his breath shuddering as his hand reached up to his mouth, taking the vampire fangs out. You shake your head, your hand coming to grasp his wrist. "No, Keep them in." A sly smile forming as you lean in closer.
You let go of his wrists as you lean back against the sink, your fingers trailing under your skirt, slowly and teasingly as you watched Mike gawk below you, his mouth falling open slightly before he swallowed hard at the sight in front of him.
Your fingers latch onto the lace of your panties, slowly dragging them down your thighs until their caught around your ankles. Mikes brows raised, his fingers coming to your ankles, slipping your panties off for you before he dropped them down in his lap.
Mike couldn't take it anymore, he needed to taste you right now. His breath hitched as his hands burned up your legs, gripping your thighs as they disappeared under your skirt. Mike whimpered at the thought of doing this for you, even though he didn't know what to do-he didn't care.
His grip tightened on your thighs as he instantly spread your legs, revealing your slick folds right in front of his face, Mikes mouth hung open, his tongue darting out once again to push the fangs back into place.
A gasp tore out of you as Mike lifted one of your legs, throwing it over his shoulder. He shuffled closer, his warm breath ghosting over your lips. His mouth attached to the warmth between your legs. With the first kiss, he was already moaning more than you were.
His hands moved to grip the back of your thighs hard, tugging you ever so slightly off the bathroom counter as he moved your body, dragging your cunt across his mouth- messily, desperately. A soft moan of pleasure left your mouth as you pressed further against his face, your back arching of the counter from a sensation you’d never experienced before.
“Fuck-“ You gasped, knocking over a trail of bottles off the counter.
Mike moved in more, removing one of his hands from you to lift your other leg over his shoulder, squeezing hard into the soft flesh of your thighs, swiping his tounge against your soaking wet cunt, the sound of the wetness mixed with your moans making his cock twitch in his jeans.
Between the heat of his mouth, and the nudging of his nose, it wasnt going to be hard for you to become completely undone. His tounger fastened its pace between your legs, completly devouring you, slurping up any and every drop from inside you, whilst he used his nose to rub your swollen cunt.
“Oh my God.” You cried out, your eyes rolling back at the added feeling of his nose, “Mike-.” You moaned sweetly, your fingers coming down to roam through his soft curls. Your body began to hitch into him, your hips lifting up off the counter every so often as you grinded against his mouth, feeling the soft plastic of his vampire teeth against your skin.
Mike hummed in response, his hands sqeezing the flesh of your thighs, rubbing around as they moved down to your ankles, holding your legs around his neck.
You head fell back helplessly as you held his hand down inbetween your legs, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. “Keep going- Im- im going-“ You were stopped as a loud whine of pleasure tore out of mouth, your body jolting forward.
Mikes fingers were digging so hard holding down your ankles, desperate to taste every part of you, You had no choice but to let him move you as his tongue moved deeper. The tip of his nose rubbing agaisnt your cunt, messy and hungry.
You let your head fall back harder as a gasp is torn out from the depths of your throat, slapping a hand over your mouth as you bite down on your hand, hot breath fanning over the skin.
A small smack echoed through the bathroom, Mikes hand tapping your thigh as you held a hand over your mouth. Shaking his head between your thighs.
You remove your hand from your mouth, erupting the sweet sounds of your moans, gasping hard into the air. Your stomach clenches in slightly, thighs quivering around Mikes neck until finally, your body shakes ripidly against his mouth.
“Mike- Mike.” You moan, your eyes shut tightly as you ride out the orgasim until pools of cum are being licked up entirely by Mike.
The warmth of it seeping onto the inner of your thighs, which Mike didnt hesitate to also clean up with his tongue. You slump against the counter, your head still drawn back as Mike slowly pulls out from between your thighs, using his tongue to flick out the fangs.
Mike finally looks up at you on the counter, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, his tongue darting out to lick the corners of his mouth.
You slowly bring your head back up, squinting your eyes open as you try and hide hard your breathing has suddenly gotten. You swung your legs off him, your cunt still throbbing from the events.
“Jesus Mike.” You whisper, a soft unbelievable noise leaving your lips that are parted. “Theres no way you’ve never done that before.”
Mike dropped his head, his lips perking up in the corners as he let out a small chuckle before he lifted his head back up again, his puppy eyes on for show. “Well now I have.”
You let out a small, lighthearted laugh as you leaned down, tugging on the fabric of his shirt to pull him back up. “I can always…” You trail off, your eyes dangerously pulling down to his arousal that was thick through the denim of his jeans.
Mike rasied a brow ever so slightly, catching onto what you were saying. Mike swallowed before he shook his head. “N- no.” Mike stammers, “Thats okay.” his voice hoarse, barely above a whisper.
You look up at Mike, surprise flickered across your face, before he moved back in towards you, kissing you softly, deliberately before he moved back away slowly before dropping back down onto his knees in one swift motion.
“If its okay with you, I’d rather do this again.” Mike whispered, looking up at you through his lashes, fingers already trailing back up your thighs.
And with a grin, Mike was back between your thighs, having you cry out his name. He was completely addicted to this. Mike Wheeler ate pussy like an absolute starved man.
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