Description: The reader and Mike get trapped in the upside down.
Warning: Smut, sex in the woods, oral (female receiving), Dark! Mike (kinda), Enemies to lovers?
Word Count:1,693
Authorβs Note: Merry Christmas!! Starting next year I will be working on all the requests I have in the order that I got them because there are so many!!!
βAre you fucking kidding me?β She wanted to yell but it came out a whisper, scared that Vecna or the Demogorgons would hear her.
She looked around, like sheβs never been down here before but she has, way too many times. It was dark, spooky and a nightmare down here and of course she had to get stuck with him, her enemy. Though the real enemy was Vecna, Mike was a close second. She didnβt even acknowledge that he was next to her as she started walking, fast, like that would make the situation better.
Itβs weird, she wasnβt even sure how she got down here, how they got stuck down here. Mike walked behind her, staring at the back of her head as she speed walked, trying to find a way out, knowing how hard that was. She knew that he was behind her, that he could be hot on her trail but she refused to give him the time of day.
Each of her steps made noises as she and Mike made their way through the woods. She was at the point that maybe a demogorgon showing up wasnβt that bad. Maybe it could chase them to release or maybe if she was stuck down here forever, eat her.
She shook her head at the ridiculous thought and grabbed her walkie talkie, βHenderson, do you copy?β Her voice was a growl.
There was nothing on the other end, she couldnβt reach him. She sighed and kept walking, at this point Mike wanted to laugh. What good is she doing right now? Each turn or cut she made Mike was behind her. And each time she tried to use the walkie he bit back a laugh. It was no use and yet she kept trying.
βYou canβt avoid me forever.β He finally spoke and for a second she did truly forget that he was there.
She turned to face him, walkie gripped in her hand as she was ready to use it again.
βI can sure as hell try.β She said and went to use it but Mike grabbed it from her.
She looked at him, annoyed and confused, wanting to point out that she was trying her hardest to get in contact with Dustin and get them out of here. He smashed it to the ground and she felt her soul leave her body. The walkie was broken and with shaky hands she tried to pick it back up.
βWhat the hell did you do Mike?β She yelled, not caring who or what heard.
βThereβs no use anymore.β He told her and she shook her head, tears in her eyes.
βWe need to get out of here.β Her voice broke.
βThereβs no use.β He told her and she has never been more confused.
He took a step forward and she took a step back, a pattern until her back was against a tree.
βWe arenβt leaving, Y/N. Not anytime soon.β Mike didnβt seem upset at that or afraid, rather happy as he trapped her against the tree.
βSo you can stop hating me.β He told her as he placed a hand by her head.
Her eyes moved but her head did not, scared that one wrong move would cost her.
βMike what the fuck?β She whispered, scared of the guy that was so close to her.
Though her body felt drawn to him. The other hand cupped her face, the softness made it hard not to nuzzle. She closed her eyes for a quick second before opening them.
βYouβre the most beautiful girl in the world.β He whispered, his thumb swiped her lips.
Her heart was racing and she was so confused. One minute they were sworn enemies and here they were, close.
βMike.β She wanted to question him again but he wouldnβt give her anything anyways.
So she let him kiss her as he took her breath away, proving to be the best kiss sheβs ever had. Her hands that were shaky at one point, moved to his cheeks, cupping them as she kissed back. The hand that was cupping her face moved to her hip, squeezing it as they continued to make out in the forest of the upside down.
Nothing was on her mind but the guy that was kissing her. Her hands moved to his hair, tugging a little making him groan. If she could have a thought right now, she would hate how good this all felt and how she wanted more.
βMike.β His name mumbled between them and he bit her lip, causing her to whimper.
He pulled away from the kiss and dropped to his knees, her eyes immediately looking down at him as he stared up at her. He tugged on her jeans and she couldnβt say no, even if she wanted to. She nodded and watched as he undid the button and unzipped them with focus, as if he was on a mission.
Her panties came down with them and she felt the cool air of the upside down. His eyes stared at her wetness for a moment, like it was the best thing heβs ever seen. She was so close to begging him but when she went to open her mouth he had already begun touching her. His finger was running up and down her lips, gathering the wetness and rubbing circles on her clit.
Her eyes closed as she focused on what he was doing. Her head fell back against the tree, biting her lip as he toyed with her. Her hips bucked as she silently was asking for more. Mike moved one of her legs over his shoulders and decided he wanted to taste her. Her hands immediately went to his hair as she tried so hard not to moan but that would eventually become to difficult.
Her moans filled the forest as Mike sucked on her clit, his spit covering her pussy. The sounds of his mouth and her wetness was all either of them could hear and that made her very horny. Her eyes were shut and she panted like a dog, hips softly humping his face.
βSo good.β She whispered and Mike hummed, causing her legs to shake.
The vibration hit her core and it was the best feeling ever, or so she thought. When she orgasmed, she was proven wrong as she nearly screamed from the feeling as Mike rode out her high. He pulled away from her pussy when she whined and it took her a second to open her eyes. Mike stood up, cleaning his face of her orgasm and his spit.
She felt tired but wanted more as she felt her body relax. She opened her eyes and saw that Mike was staring at her. She moved quickly to kiss him, nearly catching him off guard. He held her close as they made out again. She groaned and pulled Mike to the ground. She pulled on his shirt, wanting it off more than ever right now.
He chuckled and pulled away to take it off before she ripped it off him. While he did that, her hands worked at his jeans, making him smirk as she tugged them off him. He nearly tackled her to the ground in another kiss, moving her shirt up her body.
βPlease.β She begged against his lips.
He knew what she was begging for but he wanted something else first. He got her shirt off her and moved it so she could lay on it. Her bra was nearly off her as he went to suck on her tits. She stared up at the sky as Mikeβs mouth wet her nipples. His hands spread her thighs and he got in between them.
She felt his hard dick against her and thrusted her hips up, wanting him inside of her. He didnβt waste any time getting inside of her, moving her legs around his waist. He stared down at her as she stared back up at him. Her lips were parted and he took the opportunity to steal a kiss. She kissed back and moaned loudly as he began moving.
Her hands moved to his back, gripping it with all her might as he groaned into the kiss. It hurt so good, her nails marking him for what he hoped was forever. His hands were digging into the ground as he moved. He pulled away from her lips to lay his head in her neck. She heard every breath, every sweet nothing and noise he made.
She sobbed into the air, tears brimming her eyes. His name fell from her lips over and over again, like she was praying to him. Mikeβs eyes rolled as he felt her clench around him.
He lost his rhythm and tried holding back, βI need you to cum for me.β He begged her with what he could.
She nodded, near the edge as well. She cried out when she felt Mike reach between them to rub her clit. She bit her lip and tried not to scream as she came. Mike groaned loudly into her neck, the noise filling her ears. He pumped her full of his cum before he laid there, catching his breath.
Her hands ran up and down his back as she stared at the sky. Shock ran through her body at what they just did. Mike pulled away from her neck to look at her, cupping one of her cheeks.
βThereβs something you should know.β He said and he looked at her with love, all the love he had. She bit her lip, waiting for his words.
βI trapped us in the upside down. I wanted you and now I have you for as long as theyβll let me.β He said and her eyes widened.
She tried to push him off of her but it was no use.
βHey, you canβt be mad. We just had a great time and thereβs many more to come.β He said before thrusting again.
Who was they? She thought and that was the last thought she had before pleasure filled her body and she let him take her over and over again.Β
santa doesnβt know you like i doβ¦ starting mike wheeler! π°
warnings: fluffy smut, angsty mike, mutual virginity loss, reader is oblivious, mutual pining, theyβre kinda idiots, friends to lovers, cheesy corny cutesy, theyβre aged up but still live at home, plot divergence, the core group featured ofc
notes: mike wheelerβ¦β¦β¦ for christmasβ¦.. ALSO switching up my editing/writint style lmk thoughts
every year, your group of friends did a secret santa, a well kept and well loved holiday tradition among the 5, now 7, of you. youβd shifted and melded to accommodate el and max, your small group growing, weaving itself even dearer to your heart. you looked forward to the gift exchange every year, giddy with anticipation, extremely committed to keeping your secret. youβd pulled maxβs name from the scraps of paper, and set your focus immediately on picking the perfect gift. βjust tell me,β mike practically whined as he walked you home that night, flashing his signature puppy dog eyes, βitβs no fair, you always take it so seriously.β βtell me yours, then,β you said pointedly, grinning when he groaned in frustration, shaking his head. βi canβt,β he grumbled, βit would totally ruin the surprise.β
βokay, so weβre in agreement that we canβt spoil it,β you bumped his shoulder with your own, laughing when he stumbled slightly, βyou remember last year when dustin got my name? god, he was totally lost.β βi had to help him pick your gift, and he didnβt even listen to me,β mike complained, βlike, why even ask for help then?β βhe meant well,β you thought of the soft pink sweater dustin had given you, the puzzled look on your face when you opened the wrapping to reveal a color youβd never worn, and his final, sheepish admittance that he was the one whoβd gotten your name. βi panicked!β heβd told you, frowning, βgirls are so confusing.β βitβs fine, dusty. iβll wear it eventually,β youβd reassured him, though the pepto colored wool had stayed buried in your closet since.
βitβll be better this year,β mike assured you, βmaybe one of the girls got you. you guys are the best at picking this kinda stuff.β βyeah, maybe,β you smiled over at him, trying not to let the butterflies creep in as the street lamps caught the golden hues in his brown hair, βiβm sure youβll get something good, too, donβt worry.β βweβll see,β he murmured, your house looming in his vision as the two of you turned onto your street, βoh, my mom asked if youβd be at our christmas party.β βduh,β you scrunched your nose at the thought of missing it, βiβll bring cookies like i did last year, if that sounds good?β βsounds perfect,β he smiled, and your heart skipped.
βcool,β you hoped you sounded nonchalant, βiβll see you in a few days, then?β βsee you,β he hesitated at the end of your driveway, like he had something else to say, and you foolishly let yourself hope. βitβs at 7, right? at willβs?β he finally said, βthe gift exchange, i mean.β βoh,β you blinked, nodded, βyeah, 7 on saturday.β βcool,β he paused again, briefly, βgoodnight, then.β βnight, mikey,β you smiled faintly, βsee you soon.β βsee you,β and then he was turning to go, and your hopes were dashed once again.
you eventually decided on a kate bush tape for max, pairing it with a new set of headphones and neatly wrapping them in green paper, tucking it safely in your backpack as you headed to willβs, your thoughts drifting to mike once again. you walked in the side door, greeted by the smell of brownies and the familiar sound of your best friendβs laughter. mike was hunched over, nearly gasping as he laughed, lucas doubled over beside him, dustin standing and continuing to animatedly tell some outlandish story. it warmed you to your bones, the soft familiarity of it all.
βhey, guys,β you called, disrupting their laughter as you kicked your shoes off at the door, shedding your jacket and hanging it on a haphazardly placed wall hook that jonathan had undoubtedly installed, βwhatβs so funny?β dustin started from the top, and you let yourself get lost in laughter until your ribs ached. eventually, everyone had arrived, and you each shielded your eyes until all the gifts were placed in the center of the circle, names scrawled onto the paper of each with messy, unidentifiable handwriting. βwho wants to go first?β lucas asked, eyeing the shiny paper with his name adorning it. βoh, just go,β max bumped his knee, grinning, βyouβre basically foaming at the mouth for it.β everyone took turns, and max caught your eyes as she opened hers, a knowing smile on her lips. βi love it,β she said, beaming, βitβs perfect. thank you, mystery santa.β
mike unwrapped his, revealing a sweater with the cure scrawled onto the dark fabric. βoh, sick,β his eyes found yours, and you shrugged ambiguously, smiling. it had to have been will, judging from the smile on the boys face, but you wouldnβt give away any surprises. finally, lady in the pile, was yours. it was suspiciously neatly wrapped, red and white paper tied with a string of ribbon, your name featured in handwriting you didnβt recognize. you carefully unwrapped it, covering your mouth to shield a gasp as your eyes fell on the boxes contents. inside you found a first edition of the bell jar, your favorite book of all time, in pristine condition.
βoh my god,β your hands nearly shook as you pulled it from the box gingerly, not wanting to risk sullying the pages or cover, βoh my god! this is- i donβt even know what to say.β your eyes flitted around the group, clueless as to who wouldβve thought to purchase such a personal gift. el met your gaze, and you assumed, then, that it had been her. βthis is incredible,β you sniffled, rubbing your teary eyes, βgod, this is embarrassing. this is the best gift i ever couldβve gotten, you guys.β mike smiled at you, subconsciously moving to wipe your cheek gently, βits perfect,β there was a tinge of something you couldnβt place in his voice, but you shook it off as you moved to hug el. βmerry christmas,β you mumbled as you enveloped her. βmerry christmas,β you could hear the smile in her voice, βi did not know you liked that so much.β you paused, puzzled, but shrugged it off. it had to have been her, surely? none of the boys would be so thoughtful. βitβs my favorite,β you told her, βmy favorite ever.β
later, when the night had given way to a blistering chill and the stars were twinkling behind hazy clouds, mike walked you home once again, his coat draped around your shoulders despite your insistence that you were just fine. βare you happy with yours?β you asked as you walked, the cure sweater already on his frame, just thick enough to keep him from shivering. βoh, yeah. itβs awesome,β he nodded, fidgeting with the material, βyou like yours, right?β you thought fondly of the book now sitting in your backpack. βoh, of course. itβs perfect, honestly. i donβt know how el thought of that.β βel?β his steps faltered, βyou think el got your name?β βi figured,β your brows knit as you looked over at him, βwhy?β
he opened his mouth, then closed it, shaking his head. βyouβre probably right,β he finally said, βi just didnβt know she was so good at giving gifts, i guess.β βyeah, it was kinda weird,β you shrugged, βshe didnβt even know it was my favorite. lucky guess, i guess.β βyeah, totally,β he nodded, looking down, βlucky.β βwho do you think got yours?β you asked. βprobably will,β he didnβt sound particularly interested in the conversation anymore, βhe looked really happy about it, so i figured.β βyeah, i thought the same,β you nodded, βwell iβll see you at the party, then? should i bring anything besides cookies?β βnah, cookies are good,β he gave you a tired smile, βyou should wear that green dress you have. it looks nice on you.β your chest warmed, βyeah, okay,β you smiled, cheeks flush, βsince you requested it.β he returned your smile, looking slightly less annoyed, βnight.β βnight, mike,β you watched him walk away once again, only realizing his coat was still on your arms as you entered your house.
the next night, you were tucked into bed, trying hopelessly to focus on the book in your lap. finally, you sighed and pulled the bell jar from your bag, cracking it open gingerly, finger tracing the spine. you let yourself get lost in it, pouring over the words on yellowing paper, reading chapter after chapter until your eyes grew heavy. just as you moved to place it on your nightstand, a small, folded paper fell from between pages, your name written across it. your brows furrowed, and you unfolded it carefully, curiosity pricking your senses. βmerry christmas! i hope you like this. i know itβs supposed to be a secret, or whatever, so i hope youβre not mad at me. i know how much this book means to you, and you deserve something nice. youβre my best friend, yknow? i wanted to tell you, you always make my christmas better. i didnβt really care about the holidays that much until i met you. anyway, merry christmas, happy holidays and all that. i hope you like this as much as i like you. - mike.β
your eyes filled with tears as you read the note, fingers tracing the words, and before you could think twice, you were springing out of bed. you pulled your slippers on haphazardly, grabbing mikeβs coat from your desk chair and pulling it on over your flannel pajamas, bounding down the stairs. you grabbed your keys from the counter, deciding it was far too late to walk, the time on your clock reading just after midnight. you were buzzy with anticipation the entirety of your 4 minute drive to the wheelerβs familiar house, parking and hurrying over to his window, tapping on it and hoping he was awake.
he appeared moments later, shirtless and hair mussed, his pajama pants hanging low on his hips, his eyes puffy with sleep. βwhatβre you doing here?β he asked as he slid the window open, βare you okay? itβs like 3am.β βitβs midnight, actually,β you climbed through the window like you had so many times before, trying to will yourself not to linger on the defined lines of his stomach, βi had to see you.β βwhatβs wrong?β he looked you all over, brows knit, βare you hurt?β βiβm fine, mike,β you finally let yourself meet his eyes, βi was reading my book, and i-β you fished the note from his coat pocket, holding it out like evidence, βi found this, and i had to see you.β
βoh,β he blinked slowly, eyes on the paper, on his writing, βright, yeah. okay.β βthatβs it? okay?β you nearly scoffed, βi just crawled through your window and all you have to say is okay.β βyou didnβt have to crawl in here,β he flipped down onto the corner of his bed, βmy parents are in indianapolis for some work thing overnight. you couldβve just rang the bell.β βthatβs so not the point,β you groaned, sitting across from him, βyou let me think el got it for me.β βitβs supposed to be a secret,β he pointed out, βyou always get on to me for trying to spoil it.β βmike,β you scolded, βiβm serious. you couldβve told me, you know.β βyou shouldβve known,β the words came out muffled, his hand against his chin.
βwhat?β you looked toward him, brows drawn, βwhatβd you say?β βi said- i said you shouldβve known. i shouldnβt have had to tell you, you shouldnβt just known it was me.β βhow would i know that?β you asked, confusion lacing your features. βbecause who else knows you like i do?β he stood from the bed, restlessly pacing before you, running a hand through his curls, βi mean, who else could it have been? i know you better than el, better than anyone. i just donβt understand how you didnβt know it was me.β βwhy are you so mad about this?β you frowned slightly, watching him pace, βi had no way of knowing, mike. it was wrapped all nice, and i didnβt recognize the writing on the label, and you gave me no indication that it was you.β
βi had nancy wrap it,β he looked nervous, you thought, βi wanted it to be nice, and i totally suck at shit like that. and i didnβt tell you because i thought youβd know, but then you looked at el, and i thought- i donβt know. better to let it be a secret, i guess. thatβs the whole point of it anyway.β βi just donβt understand why you went through all that trouble,β you said softly, βi mean, last year, you just got lucas a basketball pump. you donβt usually take it very seriously.β βbecause itβs you!β he stopped in front of you, eyes bright, bare chest heaving slightly, βyou want the truth? i asked will to make sure i got your name. he made a mark on the paper so iβd be able to find it easy, because i got your gift months ago.β βwhy would you-β
βbecause itβs you,β he repeated, softer now, βgod, i donβt know how to do this shit. youβre so much better at this than i am.β you didnβt have time to question it before he started again, βi did it because itβs you, because youβre my best friend, and because i- well, fuck, itβs because iβm in love with you, okay? and iβm a total moron when it comes to relationship stuff, and you deserve better than this, but itβs the truth. you get me out of bed in the morning. you got me through the world practically ending. you are everything to me, okay? and i know this isnβt perfect, and iβve practiced this so many times, but iβve loved you for so long and i canβt wait another second to tell you. and if you just want to be friends, thatβs okay, i promise. but i had to say it, i had to let it out. and will said you look at me the same way i look at you, but i thought last year you maybe had a thing for-β βmike,β you exhaled, watching him ramble on, your heart racing. βand i didnβt want to assume, or overstep, or do anything to hurt you-β
βmike!β you said, louder now, pulling him from his speech. βyeah?β βi feel the same way,β you said, unable to keep the smile from your face, βi had no idea you felt like this, i- i honestly thought you liked el, maybe. i didnβt know.β βoh my god,β he let out a breath heβd been holding for what felt like ages, a slow, relieved smile spreading across his lips, βoh my god.β he sank back onto the bed beside you, his eyes searching yours, his cheeks red.
βwhat now?β you let out a soft, awestruck laugh, βi donβt- i suck at this stuff, too. iβm lost.β βi think now i should probably kiss you, before i lose my nerve,β he laughed, too, but you could tell he was serious, βor before you tell me this was all some elaborate prank.β βyouβre an idiot, mike wheeler,β you grinned, starting to lean in just as he grabbed the front of your pajama top, surging you into him. he kissed you just as he had confessed; slowly, then all at once, like it was tearing out of him. your hands pressed against the warm skin of his chest, his own settling around your waist, his touch featherlight, as if he was scared to hurt you. βdid that get your confidence up?β
you murmured when he pulled away, his forehead against yours. βmaybe a little,β his voice was breathy, wistful, βyouβre really good at that.β βbeginners luck, i guess,β you laughed softly. βbeginners?β his breath caught, βyou havenβt kissed anyone either?β βno,β you shook your head, fingers trailing up to curl a lock of his hair, βi wasnβt exactly miss beauty queen in school.β βyou were,β he sounded almost pained, βyouβve always been so beautiful. those guys were all idiots.β and then he was kissing you again, harder, like he was trying to convince you of his opinion, as if he could show you how beautiful you truly were.
you kissed until your lips were swollen and numb, tingling when he cool air of his bedroom met the slick skin. βwow,β he exhaled, still subconsciously chasing your mouth with his own, βthat was- wow.β βyeah,β you giggled, brushing your fingertips against your lips, βshould i go home? i know itβs late, and i shouldnβt keep you up just kissing you all night.β βthat sounds like a perfect night,β he grinned, βdonβt go. we can get some sleep, if youβre tired, but i want you to stay. if you want, obviously.β βof course,β you murmured, βi think iβm too wired to sleep.β βme too,β he admitted, sheepish, βi feel all jittery.β
you nodded; you felt like there was electricity in your veins, zapping you nonstop. you moved to lay back on his bed, finally pulling off his jacket that youβd still been wearing, and then he was kissing you all over again, your hair splayed out on the pillow in a halo as he leaned over you. you wound your arms around his neck, pulling him down closer, losing yourself in his affections. his hands found your waist, then inched up higher, running along your sides slowly as if he was trying to memorize the feeling of you. you shivered from his touch, a small, muffled sound passing from your lips to his. he seemed emboldened by this, finally working up the nerve to cup your breasts through your pajama shirt, eliciting another sound from you, causing another shiver to run up your spine.
βthis is good,β mikeβs voice was ragged as he mumbled between kisses, βfeels really good, didnβt know it would be this nice.β you managed to nod, βreally good.β kissing turned to wandering hands, and eventually his palms were running beneath your shirt, grabbing at you with a shaky hesitance. βyou can touch me, mikey,β you encouraged, despite your own nerves, βitβs okay. i want you to touch me.β the confirmation seemed to spur him forward, and he cupped your chest over your thin bralette as the kiss deepened once again. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, his body pressed flush against yours. you arched into him, and a quiet, keening noise left him, muffled by your lips. βis this okay?β you panted, brows knit in concern as you pulled back.
βyes,β he nodded immediately, eyes wide, βi just- iβve never done this before, obviously, and i want to so badly, but maybe itβs too soon? i donβt know, i just want to do this right.β βi think this is right,β you said softly, βiβm scared, too. but i trust you, and i want you, if thatβs what you want.β βof course i want to,β he nearly laughed at the idea that he wouldnβt want this, βjust donβt be mad if i totally screw it up?β βyou couldnβt screw it up if you tried,β you smiled, and his heart raced, βitβll be perfect, because itβs you.β and then you were kissing him again, and heβd never been sure of anything in his life.
your clothes were shed in a haze of shaky hands and nervous laughs, mikeβs hair ruffled from yanking his shirt over his head, your face flushed from watching him. βyouβre so beautiful,β he sounded awestruck, looking down at you as you laid in just your underwear, almost too shy to look at him in the eye. βiβm so happy itβs you,β you whispered as he leaned down to kiss you again, βi always hoped it would be.β βme too,β he murmured, βdreamed about this, more than i shouldβve probably. youβre even more beautiful than i imagined.β he kissed you slow and deep, letting your hands wander the planes of his body, both of familiarizing yourselves with each other.
he shuddered when your hand finally brushed his aching length, nearly finishing right there. your movements were slow, your mind racing as you took him in your palm, stroking him gently. βoh, fuck,β he dropped his head to the crook of your shoulder, βthatβs- god, youβre so soft.β he placed kisses along your neck and jaw, struggling to hold himself together already. hesitantly, his fingers slipped beneath your underwear, drawing a gasp from your lips when he met your slick folds. βyouβre so wet,β his voice cracked slightly, βis this because of me?β βof course,β your own voice trembled, βwant you so badly, mike, you have no idea.β
he had the thought that however badly you needed him, he needed you ten times more, but didnβt bother voicing it in fear of ruining the moment. he committed every muscle in his body to keeping himself from coming all over your hand, instead focusing on his fingers, gauging your reactions with each motion. your lips were parted, face red and dewy, brows all drawn together, and he thought heβd never seen anything more beautiful. βslow down,β he finally panted, nearly losing it, βsorry, sorry- too much.β βiβm sorry,β your hand stopped immediately, eyes wide almost as if you panicked, βare you okay?β βm fine,β he nodded, quick to reassure you, βjust feels good, donβt wanna, yknow.β βoh,β your skin flushed impossibly darker, βright, yeah, iβm sorry.β βdonβt apologize, baby,β the pet name felt surprisingly natural, βyouβre doing perfect. is this okay for you?β βitβs so good,β you murmured, thighs twitching as if for emphasis, βdo you have a condom?β
he froze for a moment before nodding, remembering the strip of condoms lucas had given him as a poorly aimed joke months prior that mike had immediately hidden in his nightstand drawer, tucked safely beneath a bottle of allergy medicine and unscented lotion. he pulled away from you just long enough to grab one, eyeing it unsurely, the packet cold and foreign in his grasp. βiβm so nervous,β he admitted, meeting your eyes and slightly relaxing when he saw the smile on your lips. βitβs gonna be good,β you reassured him, βweβll figure it out as we go.β βright,β he nodded, swallowing down his fear, βjust tell me if it hurts at all, okay?β βpromise,β you nodded, taking his hand to guide him back to you, βitβll be perfect.β
a few more kisses and heβd finally worked up the courage to roll on the condom, his hands trembling as he did. you slipped off your underwear, and he nearly choked at the sight of you bare before him, his heart in his throat. slotted between your thighs, he kissed you gently, one hand cupping the side of your face, the other positioning himself at your entrance. βiβll stop if you need,β he told you between kisses, βjust say my name and iβll stop.β βokay,β you reached up to brush stray curls from his forehead, meeting his eyes, your gaze full of love, βjust go slow, okay?β
he pushed into you at an agonizingly slow pace, one hand still cupping your cheek, his eyes on yours, his lips parted. βoh, god,β his voice was broken, shaky, more raw than youβd ever heard it. you winced only slightly as you adjusted to the intrusion, your fingers forming indentions onto his shoulders as you clung to him. βmike,β you gasped when he was fully inside you, the base of him pressed snugly against your clit. βare you okay?β he looked you all over, almost frantically. βiβm okay,β you nodded quickly, biting your lip, βjust stretched, i guess. doesnβt hurt, though.β βyouβre doing so good,β he praised softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek, lips lingering, βam i okay to move?β βyes,β you exhaled, relaxing around him, βyes, please.β
slowly, carefully, he slid back before thrusting back into you, a quiet moan tearing from his lips. βso good,β he sounded almost pained, eyes rolled back, βyouβre so good, baby, youβre perfect.β you relished in the praise, nails digging slightly into his skin, squeezing around his length with each thrust. he found a rhythm, pulling a stream of steady moans from you, any hesitance or nerves dissolving. in a moment of curious confidence, he placed his thumb on your clit as he slid in and out of you, rubbing light, soft circles on the puffy bundle of nerves. βoh, mike,β you gasped sharply, back arching at the added stimulation, βthatβs- just like that, please.β βthatβs good?β he asked, raspy and breathless, βyou like that?β βi love it,β you nodded eagerly, βthatβs perfect, just like that. youβre so good, mikey, love it so much.β
βnot gonna last much longer,β he panted, face all scrunched in bliss, βyouβre so warm, fuck. i love you.β βi love you,β you pulled him down into a searing kiss, your tongue sliding against his, his thumb pressing more firmly to your clit, bringing you even closer to the edge. you came with a final cry, chest pressed flush against his, walls spasming around his length. βoh, baby,β he broke away from the kiss, forehead against yours, chest heaving, βwas that- did you finish?β βmhm,β you mewled, dizzy with pleasure, βyβso good.β βthatβs so hot,β he twitched inside of you, his muscles taut, βiβm- oh, fuck, iβm right there.β he came with a strangled gasp, thrusts losing all rhythm, his hips bucking into you as he filled the condom. his head dropped to your chest as he caught his breath, his hands on your waist, gentle and grounding.
βthat was-β he cut himself off, shaking his head, βi donβt even have words.β he pulled out of you carefully, scrunching his nose as he pulled the condom off, tying it and tossing it into the beside bin. βyouβre okay?β he asked, brushing hair from your face, βthat was good for you?β βit was great,β you murmured, sleepy and dazed, leaning into his palm, βiβm okay, promise. are you?β βoh, iβm great,β he grinned lazily, draping an arm over you, pulling the blanket over both of you with his free hand, βthat was amazing.β βmhm,β you hummed in agreement, burying your face in his chest, breathing him in. βyou should get some rest,β he smoothed out your hair, chin resting atop your head, βi love you so much.β βi love you,β you yawned, βiβll see you in the morning, mikey.β βyeah, in the morning. goodnight, baby.β
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god I could be so wealthy if I had no ethics. that's so fucking frustrating. I'm living paycheck to paycheck because I'm not grifting vulnerable idiots on TikTok. I feel like I have the ability to very easily scam people. I could make a killing with AI. but god. I have morals and ethics and so I get to be poor as shit. I hate this fucking world
I think abt this all the time because the thing is, evil rich people truly believe that theyβre geniuses who have discovered a way to make money that the rest of us dummies havenβtβ¦but the truth is that they are just willing to do evil shit that everyone else would prefer to not to because we have standards
When I attended my graduate school job fair, Raytheon (unprompted, hearing me say my degree at the next table) offered me $230,000/yr to come work for them. That was their opening offer after hearing nothing more than my degree, in a city with a very low cost of living. The only catch was that the job was working on vision systems for missiles. (i.e. those 'targeted' missiles which kill a ton of civilians as collateral or intentional damage)
I ended up taking an $85,000/yr job as an optical research scientist at Corning instead.
It is an odd feeling, having a price put on your soul. I'd be a millionaire with a house by my mid-30s if I'd accepted that. And the offer is still open, in fact I'd have an even more generous one waiting for me with the skills I have now.
In all seriousness, if you have the right skillset, you can actually sell your soul. This very week. You will live in comfort and moderate luxury for all your days. Two of my family members did that work decades ago, until they couldn't stomach it any longer, and it set up the rest of their lives.
But I promise you, it's not worth it. It's been almost 50 years for one of them and it still haunts him. He says the worst part was the way they (him included) talked about human lives as things. Numbers on a spreadsheet, sterile corporate jargon in meetings. A lifetime later and you can still see it in his eyes when he talks about it.
You can't take it back, treating humans like things.
I love that everyone in Cobra Kai is in a different genre.
Daniel and Johnny are in a homoerotic buddy-cop comedy, Tory is in a Saw trap, Miguel is in a coming-of-age movie, Kenny is in a coming-of-rage movie, Hawk and Demetri are in a BL sports anime, Sam is in a teen drama, Robby's in a reboot of a hit movie from the 80's, Chozen is literally just there, Kreese and Silver are in a psychosexual thriller, Amanda is in a sitcom, Kyler-
The major villains of a 40-year old franchise just blew up in the middle of the ocean and it was never addressed. Funniest thing they could've done. 10/10.
love how kreese is able to flee prison, fly to korea, fly back to the us, then fly to barcelona to attend a worldwide televised karate event with zero fear of extradition or imprisonment good for him honestly
I loved the moment when Johnny saw himself in Tory, all his sadness overwhelming him once more... He was so right to let her fight. But it was right to end the fight with Sam. Would have loved if Johnny had stepped in and said fight me. Let it all out. Until Tory would break down crying in his arms and they would all be there for her and help her through it. That I would have loved so much. Johnny's anger was so real in that moment and it moved me deeply.
For the others, I think everyone was too shocked to do anything and no one really knew what to do and that is relatable too. I'm still absolutely convinced they tried to reach out later. The cut was a bit harsh, like Tory out, Hawk in. They could have done that a little better... But Kreese got into Tory's head again, telling her no one cared and she needed just that one moment of everybody being in shock and helpless and not knowing what to do for her to be convinced he was right all along.
I think we will see a moment of realizing what Kreese really is in the Sekai Taikai, mirroring Johnny's moment in Karate Kid but maybe with a different outcome. I am so curious to find out how they will do it.
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