getting at it with mike and almost getting caught by hopper maybe…?
YES i lit thought of that whilst writing my first mike fic :0, i love the idea of el!reader tbh
࣪ ˖ ᭪ ♡ boyfie!mike wheeler x fem!reader smut !!
warnings: 18+, SMUT, aged up, boyfie!mike wheeler, dubcon, gagging, fingering, tonguefucking, cunnilingus, NOT PROOFREAD
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ you’re already extremely thankful your dad had approved of mike wheeler as your boyfriend, despite knowing you two were freshly eighteen with a lot of teen spirit and rebellion, and even being eighteen, hopper is still super protective over you.
there’s nothing you can do! as long as you’re living underneath his roof, you have to follow his rules. that means every time you have mike come over to your room, your door MUST be left open. not even slightly, FULLY opened. that’s the only way he’d be sure to himself nothing would go on between you two.
but mike wheeler lives by his own rules. the second time he took a trip in your bedroom, he’d test the waters by cuddling you in your bed, trapping you with his harms and giggling. he’d roll his eyes whenever you warn him that your dad is going to kill you when you get caught, “come on! you're a big girl now!” you hit him lightly, “but i swear, he’s really strict…!” “it’s just cuddling, sweets, ‘course i know better to not do anything! you’d be whining real loud by just a single touch, i know..” his hand would grope your breast as if to further prove his point, you squeak, hitting mike in the head, not-so-lightly. “mike!” you scold him in whispers afterwards.
but he doesn’t stop there, he was JUST testing the waters, he’d cuddle you on your bed every single day to get you to be normal and not whiny about it.
the next few times, he’d try to kiss you the way he’d kiss you hidden in the alleyways, far from home. fingers holding your chin, his tongue intertwining with yours. his hands conveniently moving past the waistline of your shorts, "mikey... dad will see, don't wanna risk it-"
"let him come," you blink, was he out of his mind? "what's he gonna do about it , hm?, yell at me for loving my sweet girlfriend?" he lets out a quiet laugh, knowing he's pushing your boundaries just a bit too much, yet can't help himself.
"he could hurt you or something..." you murmur, his mouth finds their way to your neck, teeth grazing against your pulse point. "but so what..." his hands slide down to your thighs, wrapping around the back of them as he guides your legs further apart, settling himself in-between. this boy doesn't have a care in the world on how the door was wide open. "you really think i care right now? i have an idea,"
you tilt your head slightly to the side, "what's this s'posed to be..." before any warning, he'd tug your shorts to your ankles in one swift pull, "you trust me, don't you?" you gasp, pressing your thighs together as an effort of hiding your exposed underwear, "mike!" he'd fully take off your shorts now, sighing. "let me, what are you so worried about?" "he'll uh,, hear us..." he nods, "exactly, that's why..." he'd carefully discard your underwear fully from your legs, scrunching up the piece of fabric, "say 'ahh'..." you look at him confused, yet still do it nonetheless, "ahh..." without any second thought, he shoves the piece of fabric inside your mouth, you let out a muffled cry.
he smirks as he watches you, eyes glinting with mischief. your cheeks are flushed pink, your breath coming faster now. with the panties stuffed in your mouth—his little trick to keep you quiet—he leans in even closer between your legs, dragging his hands up the inside of your thighs until they’re spread wide for him.
“gotta keep you from screaming n' gettin us caught,” he whispers against your skin, voice low. “wouldn’t want hopper busting through that door right when i’ve got my tongue inside you… would we?”
he gives a slow lick up your center, “relax,” he murmurs, blowing warm air where it makes you shiver. “be good while i make you feel good.” his mouth is hot and relentless as it closes over you completely, one hand pressing into the mattress beside your hip while the other gently spreads you open further so he can taste every part of you. your muffled moans are trapped behind cotton and teeth; hips bucking instinctively toward his face despite yourself.
he chuckles against you, a vibrating hum that sends sparks shooting straight down your spine, he gives another long, languid lick, before shoving his tongue deep inside you. you always liked how long his tongue was when making out, but now that its doing something else makes your muffled moans bleed through the fabric!
"you like that, sweets?" he murmurs, his teeth grazing against the same spot. "feels good, huh?" of course, you couldn't answer, his tongue continues to work inside you at a slow and steady pace, he could feel you twitch as he does it, humming in approval, the vibration sending shockwaves through you. your back arches off the bed like a cat! his hands clamp down on your hips to hold you still, thumbs pressing into the soft skin of your lower belly as he angles his mouth just right.
"mmm, you taste so good," he murmurs against you, lips slick, eyes dark when he glances up at your face. your cheeks are flushed and eyes glassy, you looked so silly like this.
he gives an innocent smile, and without warning, he adds a finger. then another.
sliding inside with slow confidence as his tongue circles that swollen little bud above, now relentless, and suddenly it’s too much. you thrash beneath him, legs trembling around his head like you’re trying to push him away… but he just pulls in deeper. and when your volume starts going up way more than he'd anticipated, yet he loves, his free hand replaces the panties in your mouth with his fingers, his digits playing with your tongue. "you're too loud, fuck, can you imagine when he hears you? knows what you're doing right now?" he's so fucking annoying. the fingers inside your other hole moves in a scissoring motion, where did he learn all of this?
“g'nna make you cum like sluts in movies,” he mutters between kisses and licks. “right here. with the door open. while hopper thinks his innocent daughter is just ‘talking.’” he chuckles darkly—the most infuriating sound— you want to tell him off, to tell him to shut the hell up and keep going, but you can't. not with his hand still gagging you. you're stuck like this, completely at his mercy, and you hate to admit you love it.
you can feel yourself tightening around his fingers, his tongue doesn’t let up, circling, pressing, n' flicking with just the right pressure, his fingers curl inside you with to stretch you juuuust right.
“yeah… that’s it,” he murmurs against your skin, eyes flicking up to watch you fall apart. “god, i love how sensitive you are.” he adds a little more pressure to his thumb on that swollen bud above and smirks when your back arches off the bed again. “bet your daddy would have a heart attack if he saw this.” if it wasn't obvious, he prides off on that.
"kiddo!" hopper shouts out from downstairs, you'd hear footsteps on the staircase. "shit." he acts quick, sending a stupid smile over your way as your orgasm gets taken away from you. he'd let your blanket cover your naked half as you try and catch yourself from the dizziness. the way the lower part of his face was fully glistening and wet didn't help much at all. his swollen lips looked like he just put on some lip gloss.
the two of you turn your head to your dad, standing near your doorframe. "hope you two are being civil here." his arms crossed and voice authoritative, you hoped to god he doesn't see how you were still trying to catch your breath, if he ever asks, you'd say you and mike were "working out".
mike, of course, answers first, “just eatin’ snacks mr. hopper,” the fingers that were recently inside you, with juices dripping now being licked by mike’s tongue, “y’know, doing normal stuff.” he always mocked him, “fuck off, wheeler." of course hopper wasn't impressed, sighing as he massages his head. he realizes he doesn't have time for your boyfriend's antics. "anyway, i’ll be buying from the shop, just do as you’re promised kiddo, no kissing, okay?” you nod, like a good daughter, seeing how mike gives him the most obvious eye roll from your peripheral vision.
as soon as you two hear the main door being shut, mr. hopper now outside of the premises, both of you sigh in relief.
“jesus! don’t ever do that again... mike!"
“hey. we weren't doing anything wrong, he said "no kissing".” he hums. "don't you want me to finish what i started?"
"just now i can finally hear you moan loud n' clear, he isn't here anymore..."
he just smiles with that boyish grin, knowing you could never deny him.
stepbro mike next again :p guys pls dont be afraid to send freaky ass prompts i WILL try to do them fr