riding mike after almost getting BRUTALLY killed by a demo/ any monster in the upside down and he takes care of ya ;)
warnings: established relationship, injury, swearing, hurt sex, unprotected p in v, dirty praise, cream pie.
the smell of blood, sweat, and burnt rubber fill your nose. every bump in the road causing your body to flinch in pain. passing cars headlights only making the pounding in your head worse.
this crawl was absolute hell. arguing beforehand with Steve definitely didn’t help. he always tries to baby the younger ones. maybe this time he had a right to.
you shouldn’t have gone with them into the upside down. the plan had holes like no other. but if Mike was going, so were you. despite his own disapproval.
everything was fine up until the group reached the lab. Mike led the way like the man he is, you following right behind.
it was just the two of you treading down the long dark hallways. nothing particularly interesting sticking out.
that was until a low growl echoed from the right of you. Mikes hand finds yours quick, gripping tight enough it almost hurts.
he goes to pull you behind his back but the creature is too fast, knocking you out of his grasp before either of you can think.
your body slams to the ground in a painful crash. you swear you felt a rib crack in the moment. the monsters claws swinging frantically over your stomach making you scream in pain. Mike yells out, lunging forward and swinging the axe he brought.
it’s a senseless act of bravery, but it comes from love.
the demogorgan claws at your arm before being thrown across the hall by Mike’s axe. it’s slimy body painting the wall with its blood.
it falls to the floor limply, letting out a whine of distress before dying right there in front of you.
Mike immediately rushes to your side, looking over your body with care. he assesses your injuries and patches you up gently, guiding you out of the upside down and to his car back at the SQWK.
and that’s where you’re at now. sitting in pain on the passenger side. he rolled down the windows just a tad to give you some much needed fresh air.
the ride to the wheelers house was quiet, eerily so. both of you too shaken to really say much.
Mike leads you upstairs to his room, hand on your waist like a lifeline. he closes the door slowly, locking it just to be sure. after all, his parents are home.
his voice comes out raspier than usual. you assume from not talking, and the tears he’s held back since the incident. it’s obvious he’s beating himself up about it.
“much better. I would’ve died without you.”
his lips curve up for a second before dropping when he sees the blood stains on your shirt.
“I should’ve tried harder. if I could’ve just-“
you step closer, hands gripping his collar to pull him into a much needed kiss.
it doesn’t take long for him to kiss back. pouring all of his sorrows into it, while you give your thanks.
your back hits the bed after a moment. much softer than the floor of the lab.
his body cages yours down. lips finding purchase on that sweet spot behind your ear, making you let out a soft breath.
“just let me take care of you. please, i need to make it up to you.”
you’ll never get tired of hearing him so needy.
he lifts up with a confused pout.
“I get on top- as a reward for saving me. You do the work. It’s a win for both of us.”
Mike thinks for a second before nodding in agreement.
“As long as you’re up for it- physically I mean.”
slowly he flips your bodies over, your legs trapping him beneath you.
clothes find their way to the carpet floor. while your lips find each others.
with great diligence he sinks you down over his already leaking tip, sighing shakily at the squeeze. something he swears he’ll never get used to.
“Look at you, all pretty on top of me.”
his praise allows you to relax enough to sink down the rest of the way. your head tilts back at the stretch, the tension in between your legs already apparent.
he wastes no time in fulfilling your request. hips rutting up firmly. you lay your body on top of his, injuries making it hard to stay up. Mike gladly welcomes you into his arms. the new angle not only helping your comfort, but also allowing him deeper.
“damn, we should’ve tried this sooner.”
a breathy chuckle slips past your lips at his dorky comment. even in the midst of intimacy his personality seeps through. in your option, making things more intimate.
“oh, you like doing the work?”
now it’s his turn to laugh. his hips roll up harder as if to make a point, your moan proving to him it got across.
“hey, laying there and watching you bounce is honest work. now relax and let me take care of you, yeah?”
you nod softly, lips finding their way to his jaw and sucking soft marks along the pale skin. he speeds up his movements, hands gripping your ass to keep you open for him.
the sounds of his dick pumping into you are obscene. evidence of your arousal highly obvious, not just from your moans now.
“you must’ve needed this, huh?”
you’d get hurt over and over again if it meant hearing Mike talk dirty like this. he’s usually the one moaning and writhing- which is great. however, you can’t deny the effect his voice has on you.
“can you cum for me, pretty? just one, it’ll make you feel better I promise.”
he whines at the way your walls clench around him, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. he’s painfully close, hands kneading the plump flesh of your ass to anchor himself.
“Mike- right there. oh god.”
despite the wobble in his legs, he obeys. slamming into that spot over and over until you gush around him. he doesn’t last a second longer, leaking into you with a shallow thrust.
you pull back and lift your hips up slowly, knowing what he wants. his eyes are glued to the scene- your mixed climaxes dripping out of you and back onto his length. he whimpers at the sight, puppy eyes dragging up to your face.
you nod with a lazy smile.
who knew sex with Mike could be the remedy?
a/n: idk why this took me ages to finish maybe I’m just lazy tbh. anywhoo #needthat
I’m such a sucker for hurt sex, what does that say about me?
