Wheeler & Krane
Chapter Forty- Six
Under The Bleachers
Stranger Things AU
Rating - 18+
Word Count - 1419
Snow lay in piles across campus, slowly melting into the drains from the warming temperature. The sun was still blocked by the vast sky of low-hanging grey clouds. Various students wandered from place to place on their lunch breaks, some heading into town to buy snacks, others rushing to the cafeteria to grab the last of the mac and cheese. But Mike was perhaps in his happiest place, at least the happiest he’d been in a few days. He and Lana had snuck themselves under the bleachers, the ground littered by gathered snow, candy wrappers and cigarette ends. The tight metal stands blocked them from view, at least from anyone who wasn’t literally staring directly through the rails.
Mike stood with his back up against one of the tall support posts, with his grey jacket tossed on the next one over; the metal of the support felt cold even through his Hellfire Club T-shirt. His jet black curls fell over his closed eyes; his hands trailed Lana’s body, one on her hip having slipped under her plaid overshirt, brushing his thumb over the waistband of her black bootcut jeans, while his other hand was at the back of her head, his fingers knotted and looped around the curls of her hair.
Lana herself, happily pressed her body fully against Mike, her hands on his pectoral muscles, and her head tilted to the side as their lips met in desperate, needy, passionate kisses.
They’d been making out since arriving under the bleachers, and had no sign they were going to stop any time soon. The cold didn’t seem to bother either of them, their body heat being shared well enough to keep out the chill. Their lips clacked over every other sound, even if Mike’s groans and moans often erupted to break the rhythm.
Mike tightened his grip on Lana, pulling her even closer, until he felt her chest squeeze against his own. Instantly, he let out a moan into their kisses, and his hips mindlessly bucked up, his own fly clicking on hers.
Lana broke the kiss and smugly laughed, starting to press her kisses down his jawline, “I felt that.”
“I figured you would,” he panted, leaning his head back to expose all of his throat for her, trying to coax her down.
“So needy today,” She smirked, going up and nibbling his ear to tease him more,
“I can’t help it…” he whimpered, “I miss you being all cosy in my bed, my hand just… isn’t the same as you,” He whined, purposely grinding his hips to get even the faintest feelings of friction through his jeans.
“Really?” She smugly smirked as she planted a trail of kisses down the crane of his neck.
“Ummm… mhm… nothing compares to how it felt, lying in bed with you.” He panted,
“Never thought you’d be begging so obviously for me, Mike.”
“Begging is an understatement,” he growled, sliding his hands down to grab her ass, his palms taking as much of her cheeks as he could hold, “Come on… I wanna fool around.”
She pulled back and met his yearning gaze, “But we have to be quick, before lunch is over.”
He nodded so fast he swore he heard a ringing in his ears; he tried to lean back in to kiss her again, but she moved back, much to his confusion, “Lana… what are you -”
But his answer came instantly as she gave the tip of his nose a little peck and she slid her hands down his Hellfire shirt and shifted to her knees,
“L-Lana.” He choked, all the blood rushing to his cock, his mind empty of any and all thought, blinking rapidly in hope he could somehow mentally photograph the image of her like this,
“Shhhh…” she reminded him, her hands brushing gently over the tight denim,
“You- you’re really… going to-” he panted,
“Mhm,” she nodded, quickly undoing the button and fly, letting the denim pop open to reveal the red boxers he wore,
“You- you’re sure? You uhh you’ve already done so much, we can do something for you if you want too?”
“Maybe after,” she smirked, tugging his jeans down a little and stroking over the obvious bulge in his cotton boxers, cupping his hard cock and giving it a gentle rub,
“Ohh fuck-” He cursed,
“Unless you don’t want to-”
“No! No no no… I want you too… please… please Lana…” he panted, “You’d make me the happiest guy in Hawkins… in Indiana… in the whole damn world!”
She chuckled and smugly smiled. She quickly pulled his boxers down, watching with eager eyes as his hard cock jumped free like a compressed spring,
Mike could barely look down, knowing he was throbbing with need already. The cold air was almost enough to make him hiss, his body trembling and shaking; he glanced down, seeing how she licked her lips and closed the gap to begin kissing him.
Lana began with soft and gentle kisses on the head of his cock, her eyes fully on his own.
“Oooohhh fuck-” he cursed, fighting the rush of pleasure that urged him to buck his hips towards her mouth, “Lana!”
She hummed and moved down, prepping a trail of kisses down his vainy shaft,
“Ughhhh-” he moaned, grabbing onto the metalwork to try and resist his needy urges, “Uuughhh!” he mindlessly bucked his hips towards her mouth,
“Hey!” she laughed, “Be gentle,” she cooed, taking his other hand and kissing his palm and setting it in her hair,
He nodded and twisted his fingers back into her hair, focusing on remembering to breathe and keep himself from screaming.
She parted her lips and took his cock into her mouth, taking half of his whole length and slowly starting to suck, hollowing her cheeks and sliding her head back and forth. Gliding her tongue around his throbbing head as she moved in a gliding rhythm.
Mike moaned in his throat, his eyes wide, his mouth agape and every inch of him trembling and shaking. He let his eyes roll back from pure unfathomable pleasure, his toes curling in his converse, his fingers twisting in her hair, her name falling from his lips like she possessed all answers in this universe, and he knew he never ever wanted this feeling of the wet warmth of her mouth to stop. But the tight spring inside him was coiling tighter and tighter, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
And it was the feeling of Lana moving deeper, her lips sealing around the hilt of his cock that tipped him over, every inch of him inside her mouth as she sucked and licked.
But he immediately felt the wave of pleasure, his hips bucked up into her mouth, and he let out an animalistic whimpery moan of helplessness. As satisfaction rushed through him and he filled her mouth. “Fuck- Oh god- ughhh… Lana…” he whimpered,
She gulped everything down and licked him clean before she pulled back and smiled up at him, “Good?”
“Good… fucking beyond words, sweetheart.” He smiled, “That was the most amazing thing I have felt in my life.”
“Anyone ever done that for you before?”
“No…” He shook his head, quickly pulling his boxers up and doing his fly up before anyone saw, “Thank you, so so much.”
“You’re welcome,” she smiled as she stood once more,
“Is it possible I can… get that again? Maybe on the way home? And tomorrow? And the day after?”
“You really liked it, huh?”
“Very much.” he nodded, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her flush against him again. He tried to lean in for a kiss, but she stopped him, placing a finger on his puckered lips, “Ummm? Sweetheart, no kiss?”
“You think that’s a good idea, given what I just had in my mouth?” she reminds as she slid her finger away,
Mike gulped and nodded, “Good point.”
“Come on, we need to start heading back for class,” she said, going to grab her bag, but he stopped her and pulled her back,
“Hey, you can’t just walk away. You spoiled me, I need to do something for you too-” He began,
But the moment he tried to slide his hands towards her jeans, the bell rang for their next class,
“Maybe tonight, Mike,” she told him, kissing his forehead and grabbing her stuff,
“Alright, bike racks after school?!” he called after her as he grabbed his own backpack,
“I’ll be there!” she called back, already heading to her next class,
Mike sighed wistfully, unable to even believe it was real, but he quickly remembered about class and actually started on his way before he’d be late.
Staring - Michael Wheeler X Reader (Boss)
Rating - 18+ ( Boss x Employee / Dommy Mommy / Full Sex / cock warming )
Reading Time - 11 min 20 sec (1473)
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Without even a moment of hesitation, Mike undid his belt, and his trousers dropped both to his ankles. He was already panting and so very hard for her.
She glanced up and smugly smiled, “Boxers too, Mr Wheeler.”
“Ughh, yes, Ma’am.” He groaned, shoving off his boxers and stepping out of his pile of clothes. He felt no shame being exposed to her, his bare legs and cock on full display for her, already jumping up in anticipation of her touch,
“Umm… good boy,” She cooed,
“Mhm…” he groaned, biting his bottom lip, “I will be a very good boy for you, Ma’am… I’ll be a very very good boy, if you want me to be… but I can… I can also be a bad boy… if you want me to be.”
“How accommodating.” She smirked, setting down her paperwork and standing from her chair. She came around her desk, leaned on the front of her dress and pulled her hair from its ponytail. “How long have you been hard?” She asked,
“Since you left me, ma’am,” he whimpered, falling to his knees in front of her, leaning down to kiss her stocking-clad ankles, slipping off her red soled heels to kiss the feet that had earlier pleased him, “I am so sorry… I was… I was touching myself under my desk, just at the mere thought of you.”
“Umm, how sweet,” She cooed, her hand sliding into his hair and down his jaw to pick his face up to meet hers, “Well, you won’t be working down in the closet anymore, you’ll be up here with me from now on. You won’t need to do such things, will you?”
“No, no, Ma’am. I will- I will only touch myself if you demand me to…”
“That’s an awful lot of power you're giving me, Michael. What about when you leave work? Do you really expect me to believe you won’t be doing such things when you’re all alone?”
“If you tell me not to. I won’t.” He promised her as he kissed her knees,
“Hummm… would you let me be sure of that?”
“Su-sure?” he choked,
“There are… toys one can buy. Locks and chains that would make it impossible for you to touch.”
“You- you don’t need to do that, I promise… I give you my word.”
“And if you failed, you’d tell me?”
“Yes, yes, I would, Miss Y/l/N.”
“And you’d let me punish you, for breaking your word?”
“Yes.”
“Good boy,” she cooed, “What if I were to get you something else, to prove you're all mine?”
“Anything… anything you want to get me, I will cherish, Ma’am.”
“Such a good pet, aren’t you, Mike Darling?” She smiled, “Did you bring what I asked you for?”
“Yes… two of them,”
“Very prepared.” She smirked, “Put one on.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He moaned, kissing her thighs before he crawled to his pants, grabbed the condom from his pocket and crawled back to her. He ripped it open with his teeth and slid the latex down his aching cock, “Ughh- There…”
“Good boy,” she smirked, “Are you ready?”
“Yes! Yes… Please!” He begged,
She smugly smiled and leaned down to kiss his lips softly, before she turned her back to him and pressed her hands against her desk, bending over it.
“Ughhh fucking- God yes!” He moaned, jumping to his feet and pressing himself against her back, rubbing his hips against her ass, “Uughhh- uuuuhhh- may I, Ma’am? Please… Please…”
“You may,” She chuckled,
“Yes!” He gasped, his hands sliding down her skin-tight dress, gathering the bottom hem and pulling it up around her waist, her stockings ended high at her thigh, and she wore only a bright red lace thong, which already had him leaking precum, “Oh my god- you’re so beautiful… so beautiful… I don’t deserve you, Ma’am… I don’t - deserve your touch… let alone your perfection… uhh- may I- may I please remove your panties, Ma’am?”
“You may, Mike Darling.” She chuckled, “And then you can be a very good boy and fuck me.”
“Yes! Yes, Mistress!” he groaned, his hands shaking from excitement as they slid over her hips, the soft lace brushing against his fingers. He took the waistband in hand and tugged the thong down until it was left pooling around her ankles. Mike’s brain completely broke down. He wanted to speak, wanted to articulate how lucky he was, how happy he was, how beautiful she looked, but he could barely remember to breathe. His body worked on instinct, his cock jumping up stiff and high as he pushed his hips forward, sliding the tip of his cock around her lips, before he slipped inside her pussy. It was warm, tight, and wet around him; even just the feeling of her utterly surrounding him was almost enough to tip him over the edge.
“Ughh!” she moaned, rolling her hips back against him,
“I- I don’t know… how long I can last, Miss Y/l/n…” he panted as his hips bucked over and over, already sputtering precum into the condom,
“I don’t give you permission to cum.” she smirked,
“Uughhhh! Uuuughhhh! Yes, Mistress!” He groaned, leaning his chin against her shoulder, squeezing his eyes tight, his cock throbbing inside her so hard every other feeling in his body disappeared, with his only focus the rhythmic pump of his hips,
“Uuuh! Good boy…” She moaned, “Faster…”
“Mhm…” he groaned, obeying her orders even if he was on another plane of pleasurable existence; he could feel her tightening around him as well as his own spurts of cum starting to sputter out into the condom,
“Ahhh- UGhhh- Yes!” She squealed, her nails digging into her desk as she danced along the edge of pleasure,
He used the last of his energy to speed up one final time just enough to tip her over the edge,
She screamed out and clenched tightly around him, her juices slipping down her thighs as she was wracked by pleasure,
Just the feeling of her release was enough to tip him over, too, his hips bucking wildly against her as he filled the condom to the utter brim, and he collapsed against her, panting and sweating. “I’m so sorry… I’m sorry, mistress…”
“What for?” She panted,
“I came…”
She chuckled, “After me?”
“Yes…”
“Then it’s fine, Mike Darling,” she cooed, her hand coming up to twist in his jet black locks and kiss his cheek,
“Thank you…” He nodded, “Do… do I have to pull out?”
“You wanna stay inside?”
“Mhm… you feel so good…”
“Alright,” she chuckled, “Change your condom, and then you can stay warm inside while I finish my work.”
“Ughh! Thank you, Ma’am…” He groaned, he gathered his energy and slowly pulled out with a soft moan, looking down at how full the condom was, completely filled with his jizz, so much so it was starting to trail up his shaft beside the veins of his cock,
“My, my, so desperate even after your kisses earlier?” she smirked as she turned to face him,
“I can’t help it, you feel so good.” He cooed,
“Good boy,” she smiled, kissing his lips as she kicked off her panties and tossed her hair back up into a ponytail,
He smiled, slowly peeling off the condom and tying it up tight so nothing escaped, he tossed it into the trash and cleaned off his hands and cock before he ripped open and slid on his second condom,
“Come on, sit,” she cooed, tapping her chair.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he eagerly nodded, moving with hurried steps to her chair and sitting himself down on it, putting his shoes against the legs that held the wheels and happily offering his arms to her,
She chuckled and kissed his lips softly before she sat herself down, sliding down his cock until he was hilt deep inside her. She then shuffled the chair closer to her desk and grabbed her papers to keep working,
Mike was beyond happy, in utter heaven at being allowed and even encouraged to cockwarm his boss! He gently wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his hands comfortably on her stomach and put his chin against her shoulder. “Is this going to become one of my regular duties, after my promotion?”
“I think so,” she nodded, “you make a very good chair.”
“Ummm, I have a lot of features…”
“Such as?”
“Well, I can massage you while you're working.” He cooed, sliding his hands over her back, “I can remind you when you need to take breaks,” he cooed, kissing her neck tenderly, “I can… double check your paperwork for you without you needing to get up… and… other things,”
“Alright, I’m convinced,” she chuckled, “But you still have to work your regular job until I get things sorted with HR, you know?”
Mike had never moved so fast in his life as he walked through the busy Hawkins High corridors, his books pressed to his chest. He rushed into his English literature classroom, a good while from being late, but he was beyond eager. He sat himself down and instantly smiled, resting his elbow on the desk and his chin on his knuckles.
“Hello, sweetheart,” he cooed blissfully as he stared lovingly at Lana.
She laughed and smiled, “Hey Mike.”
“Did you miss me?”
“I saw you like… a few hours ago?”
“But did you miss me?”
“Yes, I missed you, Mike.”
“I missed you too… so so badly… I could barely exist without you.”
“I’m sure you managed.”
“I did. Just. But… I am so happy I’m close to you again.” He smiled, sliding his hand over onto her desk, “I just want to… pull you into a tight cuddle and never let you go.”
“Later,” she cooed, tapping his hand and pushing it back to his own desk.
“I will wait, impatiently.” He smirked,
Class wasn’t very interesting, just taking notes on what books and poems they would be reading this term, all the while Mike was desperate to touch her in any way he could. Often sliding his shoe across the floor to try and get her to play footsie, or walking his fingers over her desk trying to take her hand. All while he was watching the time like a hawk, knowing as soon as the class was over, he got a whole lunch break with Lana.
“Lana?” He cooed,
“Yes, Mike?” She chuckled,
“I was… thinking… maybe you might… wanna have lunch with me?”
“Sure.”
“And… maybe we could have lunch somewhere more private?”
“Private?”
“Like, not the cafeteria.”
“Like where?”
“Maybe… when the bell rings we head out to the bleachers for cuddles?”
“There are still piles of snow outside, Mike.”
“And I am sure I can warm you up if you feel too cold, baby.” He smirked, stroking his index finger over her knuckles, doing his best flirty smile.
She read him like a book and playfully rolled her eyes, “You have been so horny today.”
He blushed but didn’t deny it, “I missed you. Please, Lana?”
“Maybe.”
“Plllleeeaaaseeee?” he whined.
“Alright, since you’ve clearly missed me too much.” She smirked back, taking his hand in hers.
“Yes! I am such a lucky little nerd,” he cooed, “To have a girl as pretty and loving and… sexy as you.”
“Alright, alright, I said yes, you can turn off the smooth talk,” she chuckled.
Just as the bell rang,
So Lana stood, tossing her bag on her shoulder and offering her hand.
Mike immediately got up, tossing his backpack on his back and taking her hand, more than happy to show Lana off the whole way to the bleachers.
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