Hanging with the host at the after party may be a not so bad idea when drugs get involved... SNLstar! reader, eventual smut, weed mentioned, alcohol mentioned, semi public, Finn being a pervert if you squint, lingering touches, slight age gap... (reader is older),
Smoke clouds filled the dimly lit bar that the SNL after party had always been hosted at. It was a familiar scent that would've disgusted you as a teenager. But now as an adult? Its something that serves as a reminder of an amazing show. Especially tonight. Finn Wolfhard, the star of 'Stranger Things', 'Hell of a Summer', and 'IT'. You were a bit older than him-- being 25. But he was an attractive young man. Everyone knew that. Maybe even him.
So there you were, sitting at the bar nursing a glass of Brandy. Watching everyone get drunk off their asses and congratulating each other on the successful bits and sketches. A slight tap on your shoulder woke you up from your trance.
"Uh... Hey.." The man cleared his throat awkwardly, rocking back and forth on his feet as he looked down at you, gaze flickering from your chest to your eyes. Finn Wolfhard.
You cleared your throat, nervous as you didnt get the chance to speak with him really. "Hey... the sketches really did well tonight, y'know..." smiling up politely at him as he sat on the stool beside you.
“Really? I wasnt… I dont know— I have always been a fan of the show and sketch-work comedy has always been my preferred method of it but-“ He cut himself off. Letting out a shaky breath picking up the small glass of dark liquor, bringing it to his lips. Undeniably nervous. Was it you or the new setting?
“I…I ramble a lot when I get nervous” He wiped his clammy palm onto the front of his dark jeans. He smiled awkwardly again even more anxious giggles slipped his lips, looking down and slight shaking his head avoiding eye contact
“Yeah, I’ve noticed… it happens a lot in your interviews, right..?” turning your full body toward him. The low warm light cascading down onto your features, soft and delicately. “I think its endearing… kinda cute..”
He snorted—
“Cute? Jesus, your standards must be low” He laughed out at the comment, earning a giggle in return from you. Your eyes flickered from the rim of your glass to his beat up sneakers, the worn jeans, and the sweater that seemed to fit him oh so perfectly… and then to those soft and pleading doe eyes staring back. Smiling up at him warmly, not really needing to exchange words as your hand slipped into your bag… pulling out two perfectly rolled joints.
“So, Wolfhard… d’you smoke?” a now devilish smile found your lips… slowly sliding off the stool, standing over him awaiting a response…
“I mean…. yeah, but i wouldnt wanna— Yes. yes, I smoke, Ms. (l/n).” He smiled back and stood, glancing down at you before taking a slow, deliberate sip of whatever the hell he had been drinking.
As he pulled the glass from his lips, he licked off the excess… lower lip to top lip and swallowed hard, almost anxious but waiting..
“So… should we go outside?” He slowly asked, eyes darting from your hair, to the cardigan you had on, your eyes, the hoop earrings, your shoes, the way your eyes glinted— he seemed so nervous..
“Yeah, theres a patio through the back” You smiled and picked up your purse— already making your way towards the backdoor, not waiting for him because you knew he’d follow…
But a simple 30 minutes later you were both stoned out of your minds, laughing obnoxiously and just talking— telling random stories while leaning on the metal railings of the balcony, easily sharing the space like it was already your spot.
“I mean— Finn, you are like actually Canadian…? Like— Like you speak french kinda Canadian?” you managed to laugh out, pressing the blunt to your lips
“Yes, is it so hard to believe Canadians exist?” he rasped out, voice rough from the smoking and drinking
He glanced down at you as both of your hips had been sharing the railing facing eachother. You turned and leaned back on the railing and held your handout— offering the half-smoked blunt
He took it gently, fingers brushing as he brought it to his lips, his pleading eyes never leaving your own.
“So.. how old are you again?” He tried to ask in a way that wouldnt seem rude or come off as judgy
“Excuse me, I am 25. Do not make it seem like I’m so-“
He smiled and shook his head…
“No, i was just wondering… if that makes me too young for you… or just interesting enough…” he smiled before taking another hit of the blunt
“Wow, Wolfhard… thats quite.. forward.. and whose to say I’m even looking f’anything?” you turned to face him again, looking up to his stupidy perfect curled hair—
“Well… seeing as how you let me join you out here to smoke with you… id assume youre looking for… something…”
“And what could that something be, Wolfhard…?” The weed allowing the both of you to be way more open and flirtatious than you’d normally be—
He stepped closer, taking another hit before speaking. His eyes trailing down to meet your lips..
“Friends… yeah… Friends. Maybe I just like seeing you this close…”
Shit.
“Just seeing me is enough?” That same smile from earlier found your lips… and fuck was it going to kill him.
He stepped impossibly closer, cupping the side of your neck. Leaning down slightly to meet your height
“Honestly… nothing of you will be enough for me to feel like I have you.”
“Careful, Wolfhard… sounds like you want something from me…” Following him and leaning in right to him, challenging him in a way you knew you probably shouldnt.
But how could you not? He was impossibly hot and tall, and funny, and smart, and god his eyes? So fucking unfair. Did you mention he was funny?
“Watch it, Ms. (l/n). I’ve been known to respect my elders but… with a tongue like yours? Sounds like you need some manners, hm?”
“Elder? Finn, I am seriously hardly two years older than you. Do not lecture me on manners when you asked a woman her age…”
Almost having forgotten the blunt, you took it between your fingers and took a drag, keeping the eye contact.
A beat of silence before he slid his hand the nape of your neck, not grabbing, but holding— almost like a claim on you.
“Dont look at me like that, Wolfhard.. feels like ‘m being eaten alive over here…”
“Cant help it… not when you look at me like that..” He let out a shaky breath— fingers flexing on your nape
“I dont… i dont usually uh… do this sort of thing.. i-if thats where this is headed- Im not used to just hookin—“
“Do you want to?” He cut you off abruptly.. knowing what he wanted atleast..
“W-Well— Yes, but… I havent- Fuck- Its been awhile and its probably the weed for us both so..” Sighing and rubbing your free hand on your cheek
“If you dont feel comfy doing it now— or even at all.. we can act like this never happen and stay strictly friends…” The grip on your neck loosened… sliding down to hold your shoulder before trailing down to your forearm and giving a reassuring squeeze. And fuck did his hands on you feel amazing…
“I-I do, but I havent— God, I havent had sex in a while, like— A long time- and were both drunk and high and I dont want you t’regret this—“ Babbling. Just babbling about what if’s when he was looking at you like you painted each and every single star in the known universe and discovered gravity? Seriously?
“Hey… I know I wouldnt… even if we are high and drunk… but… Do you want this?” His thumb gently stroked the inside of your forearm… No matter how bad he wanted this with you, he’d never force you.
“…Yes. I do. I really really do..” Furrowing your brows and taking a deep breath..
“Fuck, baby… god you are so perfect…” A shuddering breath slipped his lips as his other hand gently took your hip and stepped closer
A/N - I KNOW I SAID I WAS GOING TO HAVE ALL OF IT OUT BUT IM SORRY ITS TAKING SO LONG!! I WANTED TO GIVE YOU GUYS THIS BC ITS BEEN LIKE TWO WEEKS…AGAIN IM SORRY.😭
This is also my first time writing in a very long time… i apologize if its lowkey mid but there will be a second part with the smut and all of the tags prev mentioned!! Also submit asks of headcanons for any character in the finnverse if you want :)
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Featuring: Mike Wheeler x Byers Younger Sister (Reader)
Summary: It's a morning rush at the Wheeler's and you and Mike have a few spicy moments before school without any of your brothers knowing
Warnings: impatient Mike, makeout in the bathoom, piss kink, blow and handjob, mean-dom!mike, sub!reader, hair pulling, little bit of gentle Mike too
You were currently living with the Wheelers due to the fact that you and your family had sold their house when moving to California not knowing that you guys had to come back. Life was normal...well as it could get. Living with the Wheeler's wasn't bad, not at all, Nancy was the older sister you never had, and you and Holly could make bracelets abd watch TV together. The only thing that made you went crazy in that household was Mike Wheeler: You're childhood crush.
It was the usual rush, kids getting school, while the adults got ready for work. Holly woke you and your brothers, Jonathan and Will with a loud "BREAKFAST". The three of you scrambled to get ready, putting your clothes on and fixing your hair. Before breakfast you decided to finish up your make-up in the bathroom. You knocked on the bathroom door to see if anyone was in there since the bathroom door doesnt lock. Great. You opened the door and thankfully no-one was in there.
You closed the door and started your normal make-up routine. Nothing too heavy but nothing too light either. You could hear the footsteps of everyone passing the bathroom, shouting at each other, throwing things, Karen yelling "BREAKFAST" for the 5th time in the last 10 minutes, the usual. You grabbed your brush and started blending your make-up together until you heard a sound.
The knocking on the bathroom door got progressively worse. "Is anyone in here?" Shit it was Mike. "Yea" You shouted just enough for him to hear. Though it didnt seem like he knew it was you. "Ugh Nance cmon hurry up and get outta there or I'm gonna take a whiz on the floor right here." You squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment, shit he thought you were Nancy. Mike starts banging on the door again.
Then all of a sudden the door opens. You drop your brush and look at Mike. "Mike-". Before you could finish he closes the door and grabs your hair and kisses you. You widen your eyes but then melt into the kiss I mean you've liked him for as long as you could remember why wouldn't you. He shoves his tongue down your mouth with a lot of force. Your lips move in sync for a few seconds before you need air. You pull back catching your breath.
You look up at Mike, its like his puppy eyes grew more bigger and his lips were red and swollen, his eyebrows raised in almost submission, wanting more. "Get down your knees." You raise your eyebrow. "Sorry?" Mike rolls his eyes. "Dont act stupid I know you want this just as much as I do. So get down your knees." He demanded firmly. You surprisingly get down your knees, he wasn't wrong but what really made your heart stop was the fact that he said he wanted it to.
Mike unzips his pants and pulls out his hard dick. You look at it with shock of how big it is. Sure you've imagine his size but you never thought it would be this big. Mike chuckles at your half opened jaw. "Go ahead." He signals. You take one look at him before bringing your hand up to his long shaft. Before you can even move your hand to help him to his release he grabs your hair and shoved your head all the way down. You gag and Mike groans while you grab this thigh tightly.
"Yea just like that baby, fuck baby you're so perfect." You start moving your mouth up and down without the guidance of his hands. You can already feel him getting sloppier considering he mentioned he was busting before. You swallowed his shaft again and then pulled out completely. He looks down at you and scrunches his eyebrows again in rage. "If you ever pull that shit again I'll tell everyone what a desperate whore you are." And with that he grabs your hair yet again and make you deep throat his dick.
It takes him a while to chase his release but he gets there. "Shit baby I'm gonna cum okay, do you want me to do it inside or not?" You nod as if to say yes. He scoffs, "Slut." He mutters. You keep taking him and your eyes start watering making your mascara mixed with tears of pleasure run down your cheeks. As you feel hot liquid coming down your throat, Mike wipes your tears with his thumb. It was infuriating how he could be so gentle and rough at the same time.
The liquid down your throat kept going down your throat which made you realise it wasn't just his release. A few seconds later he pulls out and cleans himself up, and helps you up, your pussy was throbbing and aching begging to be touched but you didn't need Mike to tease you more than he already has (even though you kinda like it). Mike zips up his pants kisses you on the lips again. He pulls back and says "Gotta have to do that make-up again baby." He kisses your cheek, gives your shoulder one squeeze and walls out the bathroom door.
You stare out into the mirror looking at your smudged mascara and lip gloss and your hair. Fucking hell. But you had to admit it was worth it.
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.
please please please comment!! dont be a ghost reader, i live to know peoples opinions im such a peoples pleaser😓
synopsis: you’re trying to focus on your missing assignments but mike practically begs for your undivided attention.
finn wolfhard/mike wheeler fans can you hear me or see me or see me and hear me? where are yall
maybe inspired by malcolm todd’s, “attention”
“please..”
mike lays his head on top of your desk, covering your chemistry homework. he has on that face when he really wants something. puppy eyes looking up at you and his bottom lip puffing out a little.
“mike. i’m like three days late on this! i don’t have time for distractions. i need to get this done,”
you drop your pen and sigh. in all honesty you were a little frustrated because your boyfriend has been disturbing for the past few minutes. of course you love him and you want to show him that you do, but you can show him affection everyday! this chemistry assignment does not have the same privilege.
you lean down to give mike a quick peck on the lips, just to keep him satisfied for.. a few seconds..? when you pull away, you find him chasing your lips.
“i promise i’ll give you as much attention as you want after i’m done with this, okay?”
“yeah.. but i think i remember you saying that you were good at multitasking a few days ago,” mike responded, lifting his head up off your paper to give you another peck in an attempt to go deeper into a full on make out. you pull away and go through your chemistry papers,
“okay!! that’s enough, i actually have to do work now.”
“i’m great at chemistry, i can help you,” mike props his head on his palm and looks at you convincingly, “under one condition.. a kiss for every time i give you an answer,” he snickers.
Was it genetic to be charismatic as a Harrington? Or were you both just teaching each other what you learned? Steve and you were the iconic duo of Hawkins, both curly fab brown hair with an intimate gaze that made the opposite sex fall to their knees in awe. Sure your brother was an asshole, a womanizer at best! Always with another girl, her hanging from his arm every other week but you weren’t any better with guys. You viewed guys as placeholders, they’d come and go! Not like they’d do anything about it or had anything deemed irreplaceable by you. They came and they went, simple as that! The day Steve walked across that stage, people could have sworn they seen the succession of the crown, that crown placed on your head from him. The monarch of Hawkins High School— Queen Y/N.
[synopsis] as hawkins is terrorized by evil forces, mike wheeler grows distant as your relationship becomes rocky, ultimately leading to your breakup. after getting injured by a demogorgan, he shows up at your doorstep, knowing you're the only one who's able to fix him both physically and mentally.
[mentions] ex! mike wheeler x medicalstudent! reader, aged up and set in 1990 (reader and mike are 20), angst, violence/blood, hurt/comfort, argument, victims to the narrative
[author's note] sorry guys i come and go when i please
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mike wheeler was at your doorstep for the first time in months.
for the first time, your eyes didn't light up at the sight of the brown mop on his head, nor the slight tint of red on his cheeks whenever it was cold out or even the widened expression that was constantly in his eyes. instead, you felt your heart drop down to your stomach like it was an elevator descending to ground floor.
it had been around 3 months since you were forced to end your relationship with him; not because of strict parents, nor because of your friend's disapproval, nor was it because of your increasing focus on your studies trying to get into medical school. in fact, it wasn't even because you stopped loving him; it felt as if that was impossible.
he was once the boy you shared cds with in his tan, beat up sedan; he'd whisper sweet-nothings into your ears late at night, the dashboard of his car illuminated by warm-toned streetlights and the lit up "open" sign of family video. once upon a time, you were curled into his chest with slow breaths of his scent; musky, dark, and reminiscent of the comforting smell of the basement you would hang out in. he was once the boy that, you thought, understood every aspect of who you are; he was once the boy that, you thought, loved every aspect of who you are.
until he started getting distant; the car rides were silent and short, strictly to your house, or his, and back. you were never really close to him anymore, as his body would tense at any touch you'd give him. his scent no longer smelt comforting accompanied by complete silence, but instead a reminder that the person you were dating was simply a wall: a wall made of bricks that were impossible to break into without brute force. you tried, and tried, and tried to get him to speak, which resulted in either arguments or even more silence.
so, one day, you decided to pick him up in your car. originally, he thought it was simply a change of pace; you actually just didn't want him to have to drive home after you broke up with him, because the thought of forcing him to drive home after losing someone who has been so, incredibly good to him seemed cruel.
however, after you ended things with him after about four years of being together, he breathed a sigh of relief. he breathed a sigh of contentment; it was possible that he simply wanted you to break up with him. you felt your heart shatter, dropped him right off at home, and were barely able to make it home through the glassy eyes he caused.
four years of romantic love down the drain, and even more years of friendship gone; and yet, you weren't even mad at his seemingly "okay" poise after the news that seemed to devastate you entirely more than it did to him. instead, being the lover that you are, you were miserable; what could you have possibly done to have everything turn out like this?
three months in, you expected to feel better. you had countless talks with your friends, each giving you a different reason behind why he left.
"he was definitely cheating on you. no way he got distant out of nowhere."
"maybe he was getting bored? you didn't deserve that; relationships are supposed to be boring after some time."
"i think maybe he wanted to be free out of a relationship. y'know, he's in college and he probably wants freedom. a relationship feels stuffy and trapped, so i don't blame him. maybe you should move on... get with someone new."
but you knew him. and you know that none of those answers fit the boy you still loved.
so, when he showed up at your doorstep for the first time since that fateful day you broke up with him, your breath hitched back into your lungs. you felt your heart drop for two reasons: one, you definitely were not over him, or the mop on his head, or his expressive eyes, or any part of your relationship that happened, and two, his cheek was bleeding with a deep gash and his eye was bruised.
with a broken, cracked voice, he spoke slowly.
"i'm sorry. i didn't know where else to go."
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you didn't know what to say, opting to grab his arm and take him to your couch. you stood towering ever-so-slightly over him, as he sat on the brown, floral couch in front of you. one part of you wanted to slap him across the face; hurt him even more, the way that he hurt you. but you couldn't do that. so, with your self-restraint and the other part of you, you walked into the restroom, bent down to the cabinet under the sink, and pulled out the first aid kit.
you curled onto the couch beside him, putting gloves onto your hands and hearing them snap into place. his eyes lingered onto you, as you prepared all of your equipment to disinfect the cut. the expression on his face was unreadable to you; perhaps it's been too long since the look of love was on his face towards you.
"you aren't gonna ask me what happened?" he breaks the silence.
you avoid eye contact, "figured you wouldn't tell me."
he stayed silent for the moments after your general statement; he couldn't argue with something that was correct. so, he shut up. you cupped his face in a way that was familiar; the motion was the same as when you'd kiss him. you knew you both felt the familiar sense of deja vu at your movements. you also know that it was probably better for the both of you to not acknowledge it.
taking iodine on a swab, you warned him, "this might hurt."
he closed his eyes and braced for impact, "it's okay."
you swabbed his cheekbone and felt his body tense, wincing in the process.
"sorry," you mutter.
"don't be."
you continued to swab the cut, making sure it was disinfected. then, taking a glob of gauze out of the kit, you stuffed it into the cut, followed by putting a sheet of gauze over the top and taping that to his skin. within the whole process, he didn't stop staring.
you begin to pack the medical equipment up, "you should be okay now. just try not to mess with it too much and-"
"i'm sorry."
you tensed, "what?"
"for everything," you saw a flash of vulnerability coat his face like paint on a wall, "i'm so, so sorry for everything."
"don't do that."
"i need to tell you-"
"wheeler, don't fucking do that."
a look of hesitancy riddled his face with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips.
you took a deep breath.
"now i get answers? after how long?"
"please," he begged, "just let me talk-"
"no, i'm not gonna let you talk because there's no more space for talking- there's no more time to fucking talk, are you serious?"
"i can explain everything, i swear-"
"three months. i haven't seen you in three months and now you suddenly just want to explain everything? no, wheeler, how dare you. how dare you? you think you can just throw me away whenever you want and i'll be your little toy that you get to play with whenever you get bored? no, i'm not. i'm a fucking. person. michael. i'm a person, whether you like it or not- and you don't get to tell me that after three fucking months, you can explain because there's nothing to explain-"
your breath hitched as you felt his lips on yours; an acquainted act that hasn't been used in what feels like forever. your brain rapidly told you to stop; that this wasn't right, and that he couldn't treat you like this. however, your heart had other plans. soon, your lips morphed together like it was a kiss that was meant to be. you felt his rough, gangly hands find their way to your waist as he pulled you over him, positioning himself in between your thighs. your tongues became one, as your own hands reached to cup both sides of his jaw and neck.
one thing that you suddenly remembered about the way he kissed is that, when he kisses, he's passionate about it. in fact, he was kissing you like you were air and he was drowning. it felt needy. it felt desperate. it felt right.
you don't know how long his hands were roaming on your body, nor how long your hands were roaming his, before you pulled away for air. you still sat with him in between your legs, straddling his body and resting your hands on his gray hoodie. you were catching your breath and playing with the strings of his hood, while he simply admired you from below. soon after, the admiration turned to an expression you couldn't read, as yours turned into an expression of worry.
"baby, please," he wrapped his hands around yours, "please. let me explain everything."
you sighed, knowing that there was no way out of this.
"okay."
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after multiple vhs tapes, polaroids of his mother in the hospital with gnarly scars on, the story of how he got the gash onto his cheek, and various voice recordings, your mouth was left agape. sat beside him, your hand found itself onto his; guilt began to creep onto your features. he was going through all of that, and you were nowhere to be found; what does that make you as his girlfriend at the time? you tuned his voice out for the last minute or so, before his hand tightened onto yours, pulling you out of your thoughts and engaging you into his.
"...and i'm just- i'm so sorry. i guess i just, like, didn't know how to tell you any of that and i didn't want to involve you because- well, there were so many times i could've died and every single time i almost did, i thought about what would happen if anything happened to you if i involved you into this and i wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something happened to you."
he attempted to read the lines on your face, wondering what you were feeling, if you believed him, and if you missed him the same way he did. you stayed silent, before a stray tear fell from your eye. you attempted to wipe it before he noticed. obviously, it didn't work."
he cupped your face gently, as if you were going to break like china shattered against the floor, "tell me what you're thinking."
you took a couple deep breaths, unable to vocalize how you felt.
"i can leave if you want me to," he removed his hand, the warmth on your face suddenly turning cold, and stood up from the couch "forget i said anything- i'm sorry, i'll go."
"no," you grabbed his hand, "stay."
you pulled him down, laying yourselves down with your legs tangled and engaging him into a hug. you cradled his face as it rested on your chest. mike didn't know what exactly you were doing, but he needed it. he needed you.
his arms wrapped around your waist as you both sat there silently, processing all the information that was just said. the grip you had on each other was as tight as a newborn's fist; as if the other person were going to slip into thin air if you let go.
after a couple seconds of laying there, you bent your neck slightly down, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. you felt him breathe in your scent. to you, it was floral, sweet, and feminine. to him, it was home that he hadn't been with in ages.
"i believe you," you rubbed your thumb in side-to-side motions on his cheek while his head rested on your chest, "i'm sorry."
"what are you sorry for?" he asked, "you have nothing to be sorry about."
"i'm sorry about your parents in the hospital, and i'm sorry that all of this has happened to you. i'm sorry that you didn't feel like you could tell me all of this. i'm sorry i left you when you needed me-"
"no," he propped himself up onto his elbows to face you, "none of this is on you. i didn't tell you because i didn't want you to get hurt. i guess it just got too painful to keep to myself."
he pauses with uncertainty.
you take notice of his facial expression, "take your time, baby. what is it?"
"i thought i could keep you safe by letting you leave but i just can't do it anymore. i miss you- i miss you so fucking much. i haven't woken up without thinking about you in months. i tried convincing myself this was for the better, and i know you could still be in trouble because i told you everything, but i'm selfish. you know this- i want things for my own and i'm so, so selfish, and i just need you back, baby, please."
he takes a deep breath and continues.
"take me back."
you gently cup his cheeks once more and placed a kiss onto his lips, once again feeling his grip tighten on your waist. this time, there was no urgency, nor was there desperation. this time, there was intention. there was love. you pulled away, to which his lips tried to chase after you like you were a drug and he was an addict.
"you have to talk to me," you placed a kiss onto his forehead, "it's the only way this'll work. it's not just you, it's us. i'm wherever you are."
"promise."
and though "i love you "wasn't said, in true mike wheeler fashion, you both knew the love was there. whether it's car tunes in front of family video, staring into your eyes, or showing up at your house after a fight with a demon you didn't even know existed, it's one step closer to three words and eight letters.
