"i just wanna talk, and conversate cause i usually just stalk you and masturbate"
warnings: mike masturbating, yandere themes
there was something different about y/n. she made mike feel like a whole new person.
when he started watching her it wasn't on purpose. or at least not at first. he didn't even realize it. she walked into homeroom. dolled up like usual, it felt like his whole world froze.
it was small stuff he didn't think he'd noticed before. like how nice her hair looked like it was curated to perfection. and how pretty her eyes were. how good she smelled when she sat in front of him.
ever since then he kept watching and he couldn't stop.
he would switch his routes and watch her walk into classes, watch her walk home, and watch her through her window
i mean was that so bad? he really just wanted to make sure she got everywhere safely. in a world like this she needed someone to protect her. in his eyes she was so perfect. so fragile. he would do anything to protect her.
when she laughed he would glance up fast making sure not to miss the moment. her smile was his favorite part of her. he knew one day he'd make her smile more than ever.
sometimes he'd whisper her name under his breath just because he liked how it sounded.
or moan it really loud when he was alone in his room masturbating to the thought of her after a long day. he'd stroke himself imagining it was her. begging and pleading for her to go faster. or to let him finish on her pretty little face. he'd imagine her sticking her tongue out as he'd get ready to finish and that'd set him off the edge. or if he missed her face and finished on her soft breast that he could only imagine would feel like between his slender hands .
he didn't talk to her often because he didn't think he knew how. every time he would try his thoughts were so tangled and obsessive and maybe a little too honest.. so instead he watched. to him watching her was like studying art. she was a masterpiece that he was lucky to be able to witness
from across the cafeteria, his seat behind her in english,
she never noticed him really. but he noticed everything about her.
the song she hummed when she was focused. the way she'd sit in her chair. how glossy her eyes were when she zoned out. almost like she was in a whole other dream world.
he didn't view his obsession with her as dangerous or him being crazy at all. he was just infatuated. he couldn't believe she was real.
one day she finally did look up in class and caught him staring. and i mean really staring. no blinking or looking away, trying to pretend he wasn't. just eyes on her.
his heart stopped as your eyes met. instead of looking away he wanted to savor this moment of her.
his throat tightened
"hi" she mouthed with that smile he loved so much.
Mike felt his pulse jump into his ears. he nodded stiffly, gripping his pencil like it was the only thing anchoring him.
for the first time she seen him. she noticed him.
he was waiting his whole life for this moment.
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forgive me if you requested something and i'm still not done yet. i am working on everyone's requests. i also have a few drafts i want to get out so that im still active on here. it's finals week guys pray for me 😩😩🥲!!
all day you'd been poking at mike. in class making little remarks to annoy him, brushing past him in the halls to get his attention. when he shot you glares you'd end with an innocent look .
as the day went on you could see how thin his patience was really getting. his jaw clenches and eye rolls showed you how close he was to breaking
but still he stayed patient-enough- until the end of the day that was. he left his last period early to wait outside of yours. it was a pleasant surprise as you walked out with your friends, laughing and talking when you suddenly felt a pull at your arm. you looked over to reveal none other than your very upset boyfriend- mike wheeler.
when you looked over at him his eyes were dark- very dark. filled with a rage you could tell he couldn't wait to take out on you. "hey mikey" you smiled. he stared at you with a straight face before looking away, causing you to frown. "what's wrong why so upset" "shut up y/n. you think it's funny" he murmured . your friends looked over at you causing you to choke out a giggle as you eyed them. this only made mike more fustrated as he looked over at you guys. "say bye y/n." he said yanking you the opposite direction of where they were walking.
the ride to his house was painfully silent—so quiet you could hear the chain on your bike clicking each time you hit a bump. Mike didn’t say a word the entire way. He just rode ahead of you, jaw tight, shoulders stiff, pedaling like he was trying to outrun his own anger.
You could tell he was irritated. More than irritated. And the fact that he wouldn’t even look back at you put butterflies in your stomach .
You struggled to keep up, mind racing faster than your legs.
You knew that look on his face before he got on the bike. he was taking you home to punish you. you knew he'd been itching to put you in your place, it was finally time
By the time his yard came into view, your pulse was already thumping, heat crawling up your neck in a mix of nerves and excitement?
your thoughts screeched to a halt the second you rolled into Mike’s yard. He hopped off his bike fast—too fast—and stood there waiting for you with that hard, unreadable look that made your stomach twist.
You hesitated, sliding off your bike, and the second your feet hit the ground his eyes cut through you. The fear hit first, then the confusion. Your bike clattered to the grass, but you stayed frozen.
Mike scoffed. “Fucking come on.”
Before you could react, his hand wrapped around your arm—firm, impatient—and he yanked you toward the house. The door slammed behind you, echoing through the Wheeler home.
It was quiet inside. Too quiet. No voices, no movement… everything looked neat and untouched, like no one had been home all day. And suddenly it was just you and him, alone in that stillness he dragged you into.
he rushes down to the basement before locking the door. you followed slowly with your heart pounding as you sat on the edge of the couch almost like you didn't want to get too comfortable.
he did come over to you right away, he stood there for a long second as his shoulders would rise and fall , his irritation was almost a physical thing in the room. soon he walked towards you, slowly and controlled, until he was finally standing right in front of you.
His hand came down to your jaw, firm enough to make your breath catch, forcing your eyes up to meet his. The smirk on his face was new, but the darkness behind it definitely wasn’t.
"you like making me mad don't you" your brows knitted as you pretended to be confused "what do you mean mikey.. i don't" he rolled his eyes gripping your face a little tighter now. "yes you do slut. i know you were making me mad all day on purpose weren't you?"
you tried to open your mouth to speak but he cut you off before you could even make a sound. "shhh my little brat. you did enough earlier. now m'gonna show you" he said still looking in your eyes. his thumb caressed your cheeks sweetly but his words were of venom.
"mikey im sorry.." you whispered- but both of you knew you weren't. you knew this would only give him fuel and push him further. "show me how sorry you are on your knees. then you'll finally shut you up hm?"
mike backed away enough to give you room. he undid his belt and his brown pants dropped to the ground. you go on your knees obediently almost as if you were in a rush to do it. mike noted this and smirked. his underwear revealed a tint. as he pulled his underwear down his cock sprung out. red leaky long and and slender. it looked almost like it was begging you to give it some relief. you took it into your hand, kissing the tip and licking a long stripe from the tip to the shaft then taking the tip in your mouth. you started slowly bringing his whole length into your mouth.
he let out a groan as he grabbed a fist full of hair. "fuck. you gonna let me face fuck you slut. i bet thas all you wanted all day anyways right." you kept going deeper and deeper until his whole shaft was in your mouth and down your throat. you gagged slightly, the vibration causing him to grab your hair harder. "shit y/n. i guess you know how to do one thing right hm?" "mmm" you moaned and he finally had enough "can i fuck your pretty face? let me do what i want to it. fucking slut" you moaned again giving him the approval he needed to full on fuck your face. he looked down at you as he stroked your throat and it turned him on even more. you could tell he was chasing his orgasm. you looked up at him, tears falling from your eyes as you let him use your throat. he was so close. "so so pretty. m'gonna come don this pretty throat ok" he stated. soon releasing down your throat like he promised.
mike looks at you as you pull away, your lips swollen, face covered in your own saliva, and mascara running down your cheeks. to him you looked perfect right now. it only made him want to fuck you more.
"on the couch" he growled. the command hit you like a spark making you move without thinking. you rushed, taking off all of your clothes, leaving you in your underwear and bra as you rushed on the couch. he did the same soon slowly walking over to you.
He sat beside you, close enough for his knee to brush yours, close enough for the heat of him to swallow you whole. His hand wrapped around your waist and pulled your naked body into his lap in one firm, claiming motion.
"since you wanted my attention so bad why don't you make it worth it." this was the punishment, he knew you didn't like to ride it you liked when he took control. you let out a small whine before you realized he didn't care. "fine.." you huffed
you moved your panties to the side, aligning yourself with him. once you started to pull yourself down on his legnth you felt him guide you, slowly but surely sliding down and taking the full feeling as his legnth stretching you out. "mikey~" you yelp unsure you'd be able to take the whole thing. "shh. i told you what was gonna happen."
you nodded as you continued to slide down slowly. when it finally all fit you sat for a second in order to adjust to the feeling. "come on y/n. fuck yourself since you wanted to show out so bad earlier. trying to embarrass me in front of your friends too. you thought i forgot about the shit you did" you choke out a moan "mikey i didn't mean it." "mikey i didn't mean it-" he mocked you, sounding amused. "shut up and do as your told. fuck yourself dumber than you already are."
you walk down the stairs to mikes basement. you had popcorn, candy's and sodas for you and mike as tonight he decided he wanted to have a movie night with you. earlier will, dustin, eleven, max and lucas were over. the guys played games all day while you max and el talked. all feeling kind of neglected? mike promised now he'd make it up to you and this was the way he knew best.
mike sprawled out on the couch, his long legs stretched out pretending he's not waiting for you to choose your seat- watching.
you decided to pick the brown armchair on the other side of the couch. i mean it's not like he wasn't taking up all the space on the couch.
seeing your choice caused him to frown immediately "you're gonna sit there, y/n? really?"
you giggled "yes really! plus. it's a chair" you tease before throwing a popcorn into your mouth. however, he doesn't find your actions funny, as the frown remained on his face. "come sit here" he stated, patting his lap.
your eyes widen "mike!" his face remained straight. unbothered even. "what? it's more comfortable. plus i don't bite" he said, eyes dark, there was no joke about anything he said.
"that's your lap though.." "you scared??" he asks, raising a brow. he says it almost like a challenge, like it was a dare. your stomach flips all of a sudden there are butterflies. you're nervous now. you stand up and walk over to him. you decided to play cool, nonchalant. you sit next to him.
"that's not what i meant doll" he tuts under his breath. before you can react he pulls you onto him gently. your heart is pounding at this point.. his hands rest on your hips as you make yourself comfortable,
"you're unreal mikey" you shakily say. this causing him to smirk, his eye half lidded as he looks up at you. "you came over here anyways though, isn't that right doll"
cheeks burning, you open your mouth to protest but he leans in, nose brushing your own nose. "you want me to stop?" he whispers. you shake your head gently but quickly. almost like you were waiting for him to ask that.
he grabs your hips harder, pulling you down against him- slow and intentional. you hitch your breath before he states "thought so" before going in for a kiss. this kiss was deep, his hands traveled your body causing you to let out a small moan. he pulls for you to drag your shirt up, he helps you take it off. now all that's left is your pink lace bra.
"so so pretty, all for me" he admires before i clipping your bra. he pulls you closer before kissing down your neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses all the way to your breasts. then he takes one into his mouth while massaging the other one. you whimper out. it starts to feel like you want more. mike let's out a small laugh at this "patience doll, actually lay on your back" he states before getting up and taking off his own clothing items. you rush to do the same before laying on your back on the couch. leaving both of you in only your underwear. he repositions himself in front of you, kissing your lips then all the way down to your cunt. you wore the matching pink lace panties. he admire the for a second only to take them off of you. "wearing such pretty stuff for me huh? as if you wanted this to happen didn't you? wanted me to take advantage of you in the best way possible?" mike teased, but your face started to heat up. what if you did want something to happen? "answer me slut" his voice now serious. "mmhm, i need you mikey" you whimpered out, you were done with his teasing. he smiled before licking a stripe down your cunt. only to reattach his lips to your clit. you moan loud now, the pleasure is one you've never felt before. while his lips and tongue occupied your clit, he slipped two fingers into your hole, which was already begging for attention.. it's so ready for me he noted.
he continued to suckle on your clit while your hands roamed his hair. your moans sounded like music to his ears . he wanted nothing more but to make you climax. he noted that as you got louder and the more you grinded against his face, the closer you got
"please don't stop mikeyy~ nnghh~ m'so close" you moaned. he took that as a sign to hum against you, he knew the vibrations would help you cum faster. the room soon filled with your moans and praises. how much you loved him and how close you were, he was as hard as a rock. in order to relive some pressure he started to grind against the couch.
you screamed his name as you climaxed. soon as you dinner pulled you up gently towards him and brought you in for another sloppy kiss. "you like tasting yourself ? tastes so sweet for me doll" you moaned back in delight. you pulled away trying to pull his pants down to please him but instead he wanted to feel you around him
"lay back down let me handle you. wanna ruin this cunt" he said half outloud half to himself. you layed down and your legs pressed to your chest as he positioned himself at your entrance, slowly pushing in causing you to moan in slightly pain. "it's too big mikeyyy, i don't think i can take it" you whined out "shhh yes you can. and you will take everything i give you" he shushed. he slid all the way in before he opened his mouth to tease "see it's not that bad. now take it" he stated kissing your neck before he started to give you rough strokes. each stroke was hard and fast, the pain turned into pleasure quickly though.
"mmm mikey, love it so much " you stated. he laughed at this. he knew you would. "keep taking it doll, let me use you yea?" his voice still as he kept his pace. you brought your hands down to rub your swollen clit and you soon felt your second climax approaching. "nngnn~ think i'm close mikey" you choked out. "hold it" he states sternly. you didn't think you could though. with your fingers circling your clit as fast as they were, and mike fucking you as hard as he was you felt sorta overstimulated. you were ready to cum right then and there "mikey~ " you tried to protest, but he started speaking. "fuck doll i'm gonna cum~ m gonna fill this cunt up ok?? cum with me now" he demanded. you obliged because this is all you wanted. you rubbed faster and his strokes got tad harder like he was chasing his own high, soon you felt him filling you up and you yourself came around him.
omg i'm deleting my mean!mike wheeler post cuz 2 people hating is enough😩 but why can only one person write a genre of stuff and if someone else does they're copying?? i've seen a few other people write mean!mike and ive been obsessed! no hate to irie because i love her work too soo muchh but i was not trying to copy her in any way it's annoying for people to say that.
im not copying anyone why can't i just make a mean!mike wheeler post because i want to make a mean mike wheeler post. i love iries work but she's not the only person ive seen make mean!mike wheeler posts like
how could you think straight when he stuffed you so full the way he did. mike was going as fast as possible in missionary, filling your ears with lewd little nothings. he knew how your body reacted to his words. so so pretty, is what mike kept repeating. although his words were mean you know how much he truly adored you.
"my pretty slut, you do so well taking everything i give to you don't you?" he said staring into your eyes, thumb circling your clit. you were so overstimulated you couldn't fully formulate a sentence or even a thought. he stared at you for a moment before smooshing your cheeks together with his hands. "speak slut. i know you can." he said sternly with a slight smirk. this was definitely a sight for him to see
"mmhmm-! m-mikey i love your cock so much!" you slurred out. music to his ears, he smiled from ear to ear. "yea? of course you do, slut." he laugh. "wanna show me how much you love it by gushing around me again?"
earlier mike had called you over to hang out with him. this wasn't out of the ordinary, you guys loved quality time together. this time he invited you into his room to show you some part of something he was really interested in. you knew it was bad but you kinda stopped listening. he just looked so handsome rambling on about it. he was so focus and had so much information on it, it kinda turned you on?
you guys layed on his bed right next to each other, he stared at the ceiling as he rambled and you looked over into his eyes. everything he said you could feel yourself growing more and more ready to take him down. you had to brace yourself so he didn't think you were uninterested. little did he know you were sooo interested.
he looked down at you and paused "y/n why're you looking at me like that" you furrowed your brows "like what mikey?" your eyes always got him. he tried to look away, you can tell he was now very nervous. he swallowed hard before talking "nothing.. nevermind" he stated. you giggle a little before sitting up, facing him. he realizes this and starts to sit up, scooting as far back as his headboard allowed him. you on the other hand started to come towards him, soon climbing onto his lap.
"y/n what're you doing" he stated. it's not that he didn't want you on top of him you just made him so nervous. plus he knew how hard he was from the eye contact you gave him. how embarrassed would he be if you found out you made him hard over doing something so simple.
"shh mikey don't worry you can keep talking." you coo to him. as soon as he tried to start, he could feel you start to grind on him. he couldn't help but let out a groan. it felt so good to him, and to be honest, he wanted this to happen one way he just didn't know how to initiate it.
instead of him stopping you he pulled you closer, slightly grinding back. you smirked at this, happy to have made him feel good, you brought your lips to his neck leaving wet kisses. he started to be overwhelmed with pleasure "fuck y/n. you- you make me feel so good" he started, making you moaned in delight. he flipped you over, surprising you, as you didn't expect this. "let me make you feel good, yeah?"
