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ÖŽ àŁȘđ€.ápairing:: virgin!mike wheeler x cheerleader!reader
ÖŽ àŁȘđ€.áSummary:: You just broke your with your cheating jock boyfriend and need someone to get revenge on him. Mike is the perfect person.
đ€.áContains:: drinking, nipple play, corruption kink if you squint, they donât fuck just heavy petting, Mike is rly awkward.
ÖŽ àŁȘ. đ€.á A/N:: for some reason i havenât been able to finish this for months lmao, lmk if someone wants a part two and iâll write it <3
You couldnât believe this.
You really couldnât fucking believe this.
Your boyfriend of two years, that handsome basketball player that you didnât think in a million years would like you back, is cheating on you. Cheating on you with that stupid skinny cheerleader that every other guy wants to be with, of course.
Typical.
And nowâ stupidlyâ youâre here. Sitting against a random locker with tears streaming down your face; it carries your mascara in black rivers down your cheek. At the sound of someone coming down the hall, you scurry to your feet and rush into the bathroom before anyone can lay eyes on your pitiful state.
While staring into your own bloodshot eyes, hands resting on the bright green and orange branded Hawkins High sink, you decide that you werenât going to let this ruin you; to give him the satisfaction of breaking you down. You take a makeup wipe out of your bag and rub your cheeks rawâ until there isnât a hint of your sadness left on your face. Then, an idea popped into your mind.
You open your phone to a recent message inviting you to a partyâ a birthday nearly half the damn school is going to. You skim the invite âsomething somethingâ drinks, something somethingâ hookupsâ.
Perfect.
Youâll go in the sluttiest outfit you can put togther and make sure he watches me get the fuck over him.
âŠ
You walkedâ well, more like shuffled (on account of how tight your skirt) isâ to the front door. Your heels clicked on the driveway up as you quickly reapplied lipgloss and ran your hands through your hair.
You took a deep breath, only now thinking about if youâre ready to face so many people right after this breakup. Your hand raised to the door to knock but hesitated whenâ
âHey! I thought that was you!â
You flinched and held back a yelp. The voiceâ that youâve identified as Chrissyâ coming from the door, now swung open.
âOh my goodness! I didnât think you would be here! How are you?â
You knew exactly what she was talking about by the pitiful look on her face. Her eyebrows pinched together like she was talking to a small child.
âNo-no iâm fine. Now, iâm just⊠single and ready to party!â You shout with a large grin. It was a partial lie, you were still hurt. However, the idea of being single at a party for the first time in two years ignited a fire of excitement in your stomach.
âWell, good. The whole damn school showed up to this party. Even the DnD club?â
Your ears perked up. The DnD club? You didnât even know we had one until they started making those ridiculous shirts. And now that you think about it, they would be the perfect group to get back at him with.
His arch nemesis! A group of nerdy, virgin, fumbling losers getting with his ex? He would freak! Plus, some of them do have a weird sort of sex appeal. Now that you really thought about it, some of them have caught your eye. Especially that tall black haired one, you think his name wasâ
âMike wheeler.â
âWh-what?â
âHeâs here. I totally wasnât expecting it, i havenât seen him anywhere but school like, ever. And even then, I hardly see him around. I only know his name because that whole mall thing a few years back.â
âRight..â
âCome on! It must be freezing out here!â
Only then were you reminded how much skin you were showing and how much the cool air make your skin raise.
Perhaps some alcohol to warm you up was necessary.
âŠ
You raise your red solo cup full of a random mixture of fruit juices â and probably other thingsâ to your lips. To your credit you havenât drank much. Just enough to get you looser.. and more determined.
You finally lock eyes with a semi-familiar head of black curly hair. His height makes him easy to spot.
you weave between drunken teenagers, accidentally shoulder checking a few while moving across the living room.
Mike and a few of his friendsâ one you recognize as Eddie Munson, the infamous âtown freakâ. And another with curly hair and a baseball cap that you donât. You see his figure grow as you get closer until youâre almost right behind him. Taking a deep breath, you approach him and tap him on the shoulder.
He spins around with wide eyes, like he was expecting someone to attack him, or something. But looked more confused than frightened when he laid his eyes on you.
Here goes nothing.
âHey! Mike is it?â
âUh-yeah! Michealâ umâ but you can just call me Mike.. If you want or Micheal but really I go by bothââ
His nervous rambling was cut off by the loud sound of Eddie clearing his throat. You look past him to see Eddie looking at Mike like he was a helpless child and curly-head almost bright red from holding in laughter.
âWhy donât we get a drink? Iâve never seen you at a party, do you know the birthday girl?â
You slowly coaxed him away from his friends like he was a scared kitten. A very tall kitten you noticed, having to crane your neck almost all the way up to talk to him this closely.
âWell, usually tonight would be campaign nightâI meanâ practice. But, Eddie heard about this party and told me and Dustin that we needed to get out more, or something.â He explained, you noticed he talked with his hands a lot, nearly hitting a few passer-byers.
âI see.. Well, are you enjoying it so far?â
âI mean.. Itâs loud.â
You giggle.
âWheeler, yâknow what makes a really good party? Especially a rager like this?â
Here goes nothing.
âNo? Whatââ
His eye widened at the look on your face, your face thatâs considerably close to his. Infact, he swears the distance is shrinking. He doesnât even register your slow movement until he can feel your breath on his lips. He short circuits, swears he can feel his brain fizzle out as he inhales your sweet perfume. He snaps out of it when he realizes that you arenât moving any further, asking for his consent. And then, he connects the distance between you two.
His lips are slightly chapped, but so warm. They move against yours, more experienced than you were expecting. You loop your arm around his neck to pull him closer. A wolf whistle audible over the crowd of the party interrupts you.
Mike rolls his eyes and glances behind him, locking eyes with a grinning Eddie holding two thumbs up in the air from across the room. You giggle and grasp his forearm. His head moves from Eddie to where your bodies are now connected.
âYou wouldnât mind continuing this upstairs, would you?â, you say lowly, batting your eyes as seductively as you can.
His eyes widen and he coughs, like he was choking on air.
âContinue? You mean likeâ upstairs? Like in a bedroomâaloneâjust us? Are you sure it isnât the alcohol talking I mean someone like you and someone like me people might talkââ
âExactly. Listen you are really hot Wheeler.â
âI am? I meanâ of course I am.â
âAnd I need to blow off some steam. Come on!â
You grasp his arm tighter but donât move, letting him make the decision himself. You realize heâs flushed a deep red and sweating.
âScrew it, letâs go find an empty room.â
You grin.
âŠ
And thatâs how you got here, furiously making out with Mike freaking Wheeler in a random room of your friends house with half the school outside the door that youâve pinned him against.
Your hands are reaching upâ because of his heightâ tangled once again in his long black hair. You scratch his scalp slightly and he groans into your mouth. You use the noise to work your tongue through his lips. He groans againâ louderâ at the intrusion, but welcomes it; his own sliding against yours.
You disconnect your lips and briefly glance at him, his state makes you nearly drop to your knees.
The room is dark but just bright enough to see his heavy lidded eyes and furrowed eyebrows. A heavy blush settled on his freckled cheeks. His lips are now swollen and glistening with your combined saliva. His hair is messy and falls over his forehead in small tangles. He looks perfect.
Continuing, you kiss the corner of his mouth. Then his cheek, then his jawline, then right below his earâ which warrants a small whineâ then down to his neck.
âCan I leave hickeys?â
âMark me upâfuck.â
The request causes heat to pool in your stomach. You suck small purple bruises into the pale skin and then lick the mark you left behind. You stop at one particular spot that makes him shutter and pay extra attention to it.
âHolyângh. Listen, by the way, not that I want this to stopâ everâ but I would feel like an asshole if i didnât tell you thatâ um. I havenât done this before. I mean, iâve kissed but iâm.. a virgin.â
You stop and look up at him. His eyes are squeezed shut and he looks like he could cry. You guess heâs expecting you to find it gross or embarrassing but.. you kind of find it.. hot?
âFuck, how has no one made someone as pretty as you thereâs? hmm?â, you tease. He breathes a heavy sigh and looks back at me.
âSo youâre okay? Weâre still going to..yâknow.â, he trails off.
You laugh at his shyness and nod.
âYes, Iâm still gonna fuck the shit out of you, Micheal.â
âHoly shit.â
âGet on this bed.â
He backs up and sits without any protest, pupils blown wide. You straddle his hips, your thighs resting on either side of his. His arms awkwardly prop him up until he hesitantly rests his palms on your hips.
You lean down and keep kissing his neck, your hands trails up the inside of his shirt. You feel over his tall, lean frame. Your hands move over the smooth skin of his stomach and you can feel him flex under your touch which makes you smile. Finally, you tug against his Hellfire shirt.
âTake this off.â
âYes maâam.â
He reaches down and pulls his shirt off so fast you swore he almost ripped it clean off. He tosses it somewhere behind him. You take a second to scan over his bare chest.
Heâs covered in freckles over his bright skin that looks almost white in this lightingâ itâs enchanting. He has a thin, dark happy trail leading from his belly button to below his pants. You bite your lip at the sight and refrain from licking down it right then.
Your hands trail up him again, this time without any fabric in the way.
Your hands slide up and up before reaching his nipples. The tiny cute little buds hardening now in the cold air. Your thumbs run over them, testing the waters. He gasps and arches his back into you.
âFuckâfuck. Those are.. sensitive.â
The sight is so hot it makes more slick pool in your underwear. You lean down into his chest and poke your tongue through your lips, giving the slightest kitten lick to one of his nipples.
âYes! fuckâ more, please.â
Heâs so much more vocal than you thoughtâ you love it. You stick your entire tongue out flat and lick a big stripe over the bud. His whole body twitches and he shakes like a leaf in the wind for a moment.
âThat feels so fucking goodâ donât stop.â
You oblige and swirl your tongue over his nipple, your other hand coming to play with the other. He lets out a loud moan and bucks his hips into you and his erection grinds into your thigh. You grind back and he lets out a string of curses.
âOh fuck! Wait!âiâm gonna fucking blow if you donât stop!â, he managed over the heavy breaths escaping him.
You halt your movements and pull back, admiring the darkening purple marks covering his chest.
âLetâs move to the bed?â, You asked.
âFuck yes.â













