warnings: angst (don’t stay if you’re sensitive ok? 🥺), fluff, swearing, suggestive, intense eye contact, sad thoughts.
What You Paid For
This is what y/n is wearing (no you can’t change it)
It was a dark gloomy day. Your parents just sent you to your room after a long argument. You’ve been a total badass lately. Talking back, eating in your room, rolling your eyes. They’ve had it with you. They can’t handle your dominant personality any longer.
After what felt like hours a knock bangs on the door. You refuse to get out of bed, if they want to come in they can open the door.
“Let me in! It’s locked!”
oh
“Fine!”
As soon as you open the door your mom drags you out of your room and down the stairs. Suitcases are lined up in the living room, a tall beefy man in all black waiting beside them.
“Y/n this is Mr. Groot. He’s gonna be taking you away.”
“WHAT?! No!”
You try to run but he grabs you back.
“Your parents sold you.”
“To who?”
“Finn Wolfhard.”
…
The car ride to Finn Wolfhard’s mansion is silent. There’s not much to say when your parents just gave you up.
Finn comes out to greet you as the car comes to a halt in the driveway.
“There you are!”
Oh gosh. He’s hot.
Immediately you blush and twirl the baby hairs that have fallen from your bun. He takes notice and slyly smirks.
“Come inside.”
You follow him without a doubt, eyes scanning his tall build. His ass is flat but you’ll manage. He guides you around the house giving a tour.
“And this is the kitchen, with a private chef.”
“That’s cool and all, but I’m just tryna fuck.”
His eyes widen, fists balling at his sides.
“Are you serious? Because if you are- omg, I’m so excited.”
You giggle loudly before jumping into his arms. He almost falls from the impact but saves himself swiftly. The close call makes you huff out air of fear.
A fart.
“what’s that smell?”
He sniffs abnormally loud, head swiveling around looking for the cause.
“Sorry, I ate nacho fries earlier.”
His eyes snap to yours intensely, a scowl forming on his lips.
“Get out. I hate nacho fries.”
He drops you to the ground, speed walking out of the kitchen and to his room. You can hear the slam of his door from across the house.
This is NOT what he paid for.
a/n: lmk if you guys want part 2!! I think this is my best fic yet!
a/n: i highly recommend listening to the song listed above, it does make the reading experience better!! i also got this as inspo from the draco malfoy fics even though ive never read them!! hope you enjoy :) !!
the hoodie lands in mikes lap before he snaps out of his derealization and realizes what he just did,
he gets up and walks up the stairs looking for you
but, by the time he gets to the stairs, the front door is closed and you're nowhere in sight
two weeks pass and you start to distract yourself more and more from what happened with mike, you start going to parties, hanging out with your friends more often, and going to lucas' basketball games whenever they were scheduled.
you’re not completely over him of course, but it’s better to distract yourself than to dwell on it, so when steve invited you and max to a party, you didn’t turn down the offer
you had a strong feeling mike would be there, not cause he regularly goes to parties, (cause he definitely doesn’t.), but because the party plus the older kids figured out what was going on between the two of you and probably decided to invite both of you to erase the tension
at the doorstep of steve’s house, you could hear the music pouring out of the house
you weren’t late, but you weren’t early either.
you arrived at the perfect time, the party was in full swing now.
you rang the doorbell and to your surprise will answered it almost immediately
“omg y/n! you made it!!” will smiles before embracing you in a hug
he pulls you into the house where you find max and robin and sit with them, taking the empty seat beside max
before you knew it, it had been nearly an hour of you guys chatting and making jokes
conversations have shifted from one side of the room to the other, and more empty beverage cans piled up on the coffee table in front of you, max and robin
you were laughing at a joke max had just made, until you saw robins smile fade and her eyes shift to something behind you and then you turn around
“y/n, can we talk please?”
it was mike, his weight was shifting from his left leg to his right, you could tell he was nervous but you stayed silent
“no mike. i think you made it super clear that you didn’t want to talk, remember?”
“please y/n.” you could sense his vulnerability just by the tone in his voice, his eyes were doe-like and that used to be your favorite thing about him.
you sighed, knowing you were about to cave. you grabbed your purse, got up from the couch, and grabbed his wrist to pull him outside
immediately after the door closes you turn around and drop his wrist out of your hand
he was dressed in the very same sweater that you had been wearing that night and it made something in you shiver, maybe it was the tank top that you were wearing against the cold winter air outside or it was the memory attached to the sweater
“what mike?” your voice is sharper than you intended but you couldn’t care any less now, your hands are on opposite elbows attempting to keep yourself warmer
“can you let me explain?”
“explain what?” you raise your eyebrows “explain how you stopped talking to me for a month or how you somehow didn’t mean it.. you had plenty of time to take it back, but you do it when i’m having a good time with my friends trying to leave it all in the past.”
the tears start to well up in your eyes again, but this time you can’t control them; they flow out instantaneously, and you can't seem to wipe them away fast enough for mike to not notice. you are overwhelmed with the same feeling you felt that night two weeks ago.
“y/n. it’s okay.”
you looked up at him, giving him a look on your face that says ‘what is wrong with you?’
“whatever mike, i don’t need your pity reassurance, explain if you really feel like it.”
you turn away from the front porch and begin walking towards the street, your hands are still on your elbows, and you regret even giving him the chance to explain himself
“i was angry, i was tired, i was-“
you turn around and you cut him off immediately, not wanting to hear the lies anymore
“bullshit mike, you were honest not angry. you said everything with full honesty and trust me i know when you're lying.” you’re practically screaming at him now
“that’s so unfair y/n”
“i’m confused mike..” you looked down at the floor before turning up your head to look back at him.
you started walking closer towards him and you see him look from your eyes to your mouth but you ignore it
“what’s your definition of unfair!? is it fair that you shut me out and when i started to notice you were becoming more distanced and then denied it and said it was exhausting to love me?”
your vision was blurry and your voice was cracking with every word you said
“i didn’t mean to say that y/n, and you know that!!” his eyes began to collect tears too.
“i’ve missed you okay?” he wipes his tears with his sleeve and moves his hand to yours in an attempt to hold it
you instantly swipe your hand away and leave it to rest at your side
“don’t touch me mike.”
“it’s true.”
you shake your head from side to side while tears
drop down your face, trying to persuade yourself that he’s been lying this entire time
you put your hands on his shoulders.
“why didn’t you tell me sooner?.” your voice trembles. “why didn’t you wait for two weeks to tell me?”
“i didn’t know how else to explain it but after thinking about it.. it was like learning how to ride a bike, you know?”
“not really actually.. but go on.” you look at him waiting for his response
“okay so..” he moves his hand through his hair “you helped me a lot and i started to rely on you.. a lot. but i didn’t want it to be like that.. i took off the training wheels before i was ready.”
“and i crashed.”
for once mike wasn’t telling you an excuse or a lie, he was being genuine and you could see it in his eyes
you searched them before you leaned in.
before he knew it your lips were on his.
as soon as the both of you connected your lips, he pulled you into a hug and you could feel the warmth of his tears falling from his eyes to his mouth, tasting them slightly.
you guys finally pull back.
“i missed you so much y/n.” his eyes still watering, he unzips the sweater off of himself and wraps it around you.
synopsis: it’s been a week since you last saw Mike in the storage room. He decided to confront you and you decided that he wasn’t done learning his lesson
warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, dom!reader, sub!mike, reader calling mike good boy and a perv, mike saying yes ma’am, cream pie, boob play, cowgirl, use of y/n, tried to make it gender neutral but is mainly fem
word count: 1.9k
authors note: I apologize for the wait!! And I’m sorry if this is god awful!!
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It has been a week since you last saw Mike. Karen had started taking Holly to the pool instead. You don’t know why, but you felt a little disappointed every time she walked in. But, you still persisted, this was your job after all.
You distracted yourself by actually paying attention to the people in the pool, covering for Stacy when her and snack boy would go make out in the storage room, and conversing with Mrs. Wheeler.
She was a sweet woman. You began to wonder what went wrong with Mike. You learned a lot about him, the whole family really, through Karen. She loved boasting about her children. You always found yourself asking how Mike was doing and what he’s been up to. She would happily tell you, and would throw in things like how he’s single and a great guy. You would nod along politely, not wanting to burst her bubble by informing her that you’re in fact not single.
One day, after a particularly long conversation with Mrs. Wheeler, you were selected to close up the pool. The only one selected. This caused you to be at the pool an hour later than you usually get off. You cleaned the pavement, fixed the chairs, added chlorine to the water, and skimmed the pool for any bugs or leaves.
Unfortunately, Brad, another lifeguard, took home his boombox, so the only sounds you could listen to were birds chirping and the occasional honk from traffic in the distance. Once you were done, you placed all the cleaning products back in the storage room, changed into a tshirt and shorts in the locker room, locked the entrance, and walked to your car.
“Hey,” a voice said.
You yelped and spun around. You were met with the man himself. He hesitantly stepped toward you with his hands in his pockets.
“What are you doing, Mike? You almost gave me a heart attack!” You exclaimed, placing a hand over your heart that was beating against your chest.
“I didn’t know you were so jumpy,” he teased with a smirk on his face.
You rolled your eyes. “Did you just come here to scare me or…?” You trailed off.
“No, actually, I came to tell you that what you did a few days ago was bullshit,” he expressed annoyed.
You dryly laugh. “Is someone upset they didn’t get to finish?” You mocked, moving closer to him.
“I am, yeah,” he crossed his arms.
“Seems someone didn’t learn their lesson. You’re still acting like a dick,” you shook your head and grabbed his chin. “If I let you finish this time, will you stop being so mean?” You whispered.
He shivered. He bit his lip and nodded.
“Words, baby.”
“I’ll be so good, I promise,” he muttered.
You smiled. “Such a good boy,” you cooed, ruffling his hair. You looped your finger in his belt loop and guided him to your car.
“Now, when we get in here, you’re going to listen to every order I tell you, understand?” You stated, holding your finger up to his face.
“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled.
You turned around and opened the door, climbing into the backseat. Mike followed, closing it behind him.
Your fingers ran through his hair before you pulled it causing his head to fall to the side. He let out a whimper. You seductively licked a stripe up his neck. You saw goosebumps crawl across his skin.
You trailed sloppy, tentative kisses up and down his neck, trying to find that sweet spot. While you did that, your other hand traveled down his torso to his hard on. You palmed him through his jean shorts.
“Already so hard for me, hm?” You whispered in his ear with a smirk. His hips thrusted into your palm. You giggled. You placed a kiss just below his ear, making him moan.
There it is.
You moved away from his neck and climbed onto his lap. You pushed his hair back to reveal his blown out pupils. You cupped his cheek, running your thumb over his bottom lip.
“Can I kiss you, Michael?” You smiled politely at him.
His eyebrows pinched together. “God, yes,” he nodded.
You pulled his face towards you until your lips met. You hummed at the softness of his lips. The kiss was hungry. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, fighting for dominance.
You guided his hands to your hips as you began to grind down on his ever growing tent. He moaned against you, running his hands up and down your back. Mike pulled at the hem of your shirt and pulled away.
“Can you take this off, please?” He breathed, his brown eyes boring into yours.
“Just because you asked so nicely,” you took off your top and threw it into the passenger seat.
When you looked back at Mike, his eyes were focused on your boobs. He bit his lip desperately, looking back and forth at each of them.
“You can touch them,” you urged. “They don’t bite,” a teasing smile covered your face.
His tongue darted between his lips before hesitantly bringing his hands up to cup your boobs. He fondled them, soaking in the softness of your skin and the way your nipples hardened because of his cold hands. You pushed your chest into his palms, your body wanting more friction.
You pushed one of his hands away and pushed his head toward the lonesome boob. He took the hint and licked a stripe up your nipple. You shivered. You held the back of his head while he flicked the nipple with his tongue.
“Just like that, baby,” you moaned.
He began to flick his tongue faster, which felt nice at first, but quickly made your bud sensitive. You slapped the back of his head gently.
“Too fast,” you hissed.
He pulled away instantly, and pouted. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.
You huffed. “Let’s try this instead,” you moved his head to your other boob. “Spit,” you demand.
A trail of saliva fell from his mouth onto your nipple. You took his hand and guided it in a slow circular motion around your bud. You grinded against him.
“That feels better,” you hummed.
He shyly smiled and continued circling. He grew curious and decided to lightly pinch the bud. You moaned and threw your head back.
“Fuck, Mike, yes,” you sighed.
At your praise, he rubbed the nipple in between his pointer and thumb. This drew moans from deep within you. When your nipple grew sensitive, you went back to making out. You broke away from his lips to help get his shirt over his head.
When you reconnected your lips, you trailed your hands down his torso. The kiss grew desperate. Your tongues slid over each other, lewd noises filling the car, and spit gathering around your mouths. You couldn’t hold back anymore.
You had to have him.
You began to unbutton his jeans and unzip them. You crawled off his lap, lips still interlocked, so he could kick off his shorts. You pulled away, lips red and glistening, to pull down your shorts and underwear. Mike looked at you up and down.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, placing his hand on your thigh.
You patted his cheek. “I know,” you said before straddling his lap again.
You spit into your hand and grabbed his dick, stroking it slowly. He inhaled a sharp breath.
“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” He suddenly asked.
“What boyfriend?” You blurted. You shook your head, remembering the boy who got you grounded. “Oh, right. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done this,” you shrugged, continuing to jerk him off.
Before he could say anything else, you glided his tip across your entrance. You moaned at the feeling.
“Do you want to do this?” You asked, holding his face.
He nodded rapidly. “Please, I want to fuck you so bad,” he whimpered.
You pulled him into a kiss, slowly inching your lips onto his cock. You gently nibbled his bottom lip, the stretch of him inside you burning. Once you reach the base, you stilled, opting to make out with him until the burn wore off.
His hands ran down your back. “Fuck, you feel amazing. This feels so good,” he groaned, leaning his head back.
You finally raised your hips before plopping back down on his dick. You both let out a loud moan. His member slid against your walls perfectly as you rode him. His hands gripped your ass causing you to speed up.
“Oh, my God, y/n,” he whimpered. “This is so much better than I imagined,” Mike blurted, his mind completely clouded with lust.
“You’ve thought about this?” You asked, slowing down your movements.
A pink tint covered Mike’s cheeks. “Yes,” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
You cupped his cheek and forced him to look at you. “When?”
He gulped. “At home after the pool, or in the shower, or late at night…” he trailed off.
You bit your lip. “You’re a little pervert,” you tease. You felt his dick twitch inside you. “You like it when I call you that?” You tilt your head, gradually picking up the pace again.
He embarrassedly nodded, his eyes fluttering shut.
“You like being a perv, don’t you?” You whispered in his ear. You let out a whimper when his dick hit the spot. He moaned, clawing at your ass. “Like looking at my ass when I’m turned around. Fantasizing what it looks like under my swimsuit,” you continued.
His hips began thrusting up into you. “You’re so hot, shit,” he hissed.
“God, I would’ve loved seeing you jerk off to me in your room. Getting off to just the thought of my pussy,” you groaned.
He moaned loudly, his hips faltering. You felt his dick twitch inside of you. He was getting close.
“Please, don’t stop,” he whispered.
“Yeah, you gonna cum in me? Be a good little boy and fill me with your warm cum?” You cooed, running your fingers through his hair.
“I’m close, I’m so close,” he stuttered.
He continued hitting that spot in you over and over. That familiar knot formed in your stomach.
“Cum for me, perv. Cum inside my tight pussy,” you moaned.
Your words sent him over the edge. As his warm seed covered your walls, he buried his face in your tit, letting out a loud moan. This caused you to reach your own climax. You rode out your high before collapsing on him.
You both panted, sweat beading on your foreheads. His fingers lightly trailed up and down your back. After you caught your breath, you lifted off of him (hissing from the sensitivity), and began putting your clothes back on.
Mike cleared his throat. “Um, thanks,” he muttered, buttoning his shorts.
“Anytime,” you grinned, slipping on your shirt.
“Really?” He asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes.
“Of course,” you lean over and peck his lips. “As long as you keep it a secret,” you warned.
“Yeah, yeah, okay,” he stuttered, nodding his head gleefully.
“Alright, now get out. I’m late for dinner,” you said, opening the car door for him.
You shoved him out of the car. You climbed out after him, grabbing your fanny pack on the way. You grabbed a pen out of it, waiting for him to throw his shirt on, before jerking his hand toward you. You wrote down your number on his arm.
“Give me a call when you’re in need,” you smile teasingly up at him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled, tracing his arm with his fingers.
You send him a wink before getting into your car. He walked back to his bike as you began to back out of your parking spot.
You pulled out of the parking lot with a new overwhelming sense of excitement.
guys I swear im working on part 2 for poolside maintenance (trust it’s very smutty) but im having the worst writers block right now😭😭 im gonna try to write for most of tomorrow so hopefully should be up then!!
