craving a writer’s renaissance for ST5 forreal
saw this edit of mike and will with the audio “fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time”
and idkk i kinda #needthat
LUCKY YOU — sub!mikewheeler x switch!willbyers x switch!femreader
an: first off i wanna say thank you for 200 freaking followers!! im so happy that i can make you guys happy with my writing!! unfortunately though to end this off on a more sour note, i think this will be the last stranger things fanfic i write for awhile. initially i wasn't going to do another one at all but i saw this idea and thought of the eiffel tower so i kinda had to.... but yeah anyways maybe in the future more st5 fics but idk this fandom is lowkey crazy!! but i hope you guys enjoy this! ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 IN THIS FIC!
tw: threesome, p in v, porn without plot, 'eiffel tower' position, 2 holes in use at once, blowjob, fingering, cunnilingus, anal, biting, hair pulling, groping, rough sex, unsafe sex, creampie
The heavy wooden door of the Wheeler basement finally swung shut, the metallic click of the latch echoing in the sudden, cavernous silence. Dustin’s cheerful, slightly-too-loud "See you tomorrow, you nerds!" and Lucas's obligatory, cooler-than-thou "Later" faded away, their footsteps thudding up the stairs until only the hum of the old furnace and the faint scent of stale popcorn, cheap soda, and the sweet, chemical smell of plastic dice remained.
The Dungeon Master’s screen stood like a cardboard fortress on the table, a chaotic landscape of painted miniatures frozen in mid-battle and hand-drawn maps of fantastical lands. The energy from the campaign, which had been so vibrant just moments before, had evaporated, leaving a strange, heavy vacuum in its place.
You were curled up in the worn-out floral armchair, picking at a loose thread on the cushion. Mike was sprawled on his back on the floor, his limbs thrown out like a starfish, staring blankly at the water stains on the ceiling tiles as if they held the secrets to the universe. Will sat on the very edge of the couch, his posture rigid, fidgeting with the frayed cuff of his hoodie. His gaze was a nervous ping-pong ball, darting between Mike’s profile and the way you were tucked into the chair.
The air wasn't just empty; it was thick, charged with an unspoken, electric tension that had been building for weeks. It was a current that pulled the three of you together in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying, a silent agreement to ignore the elephant in the room that was growing larger with every shared glance and every accidental brush of hands.
Minutes stretched into a small eternity. The silence was no longer peaceful; it was oppressive. It was Mike who finally broke it, his voice flat and laced with the particular boredom only a teenager in Hawkins could truly master.
Will gave a small, listless shrug, not looking at him. "I dunno. Watch TV?"
"There's never anything on," Mike groaned, dragging a hand through his already messy hair, making it stand on end. "This sucks. My parents won't be back for hours. This is gonna be the longest night ever."
You couldn't take it anymore. The suffocating boredom, the crackling tension, the way they were both pointedly not looking at each other, but whose eyes you could feel on you whenever you shifted. A bold, reckless idea sparked in your mind, fueled by the stale air and the frantic, heavy pounding of your own heart. You sat up straight, letting the coarse wool blanket fall from your shoulders to pool around your waist.
"Or," you said, your voice a little shaky but clear enough to cut through the silence. "We could do something… more fun."
Both of their heads snapped toward you as if you’d fired a gun. Mike’s eyes were wide, a flicker of confusion and something else—hope?—in their dark depths. Will stopped fidgeting, his entire body going perfectly still as he focused on you, his expression unreadable but intensely focused.
"What do you mean?" Will asked, his voice low, a cautious note woven into the words.
You stood up, the floorboards creaking softly under your feet as you moved from the armchair to stand before them. You looked down at their upturned faces, at the two boys who knew your secrets, your fears, and your dreams better than anyone. "I mean," you said, letting a slow, deliberate smile spread across your face, "we're alone. The house is completely empty. And I'm so tired of pretending."
Mike’s breath hitched audibly. Will’s gaze darkened, his eyes dropping from yours to your lips and back again, the air between you crackling. The silence returned, but this time it was different. It wasn't empty; it was charged, vibrating with the weight of your proposition.
"Pretending what?" Mike whispered, his voice cracking on the last word.
You knelt on the floor between them, the rough texture of the shag carpet scraping against your knees. You reached out, placing a hand on each of their thighs. The denim was rough and warm under your palms, and you could feel the solid heat of their muscles radiating through it. "Pretending we're just friends," you said, your voice barely a murmur, a secret meant only for them. "Pretending this thing between us doesn't exist. Because it does."
After a long pause, Will was the first to move, but it wasn't the desperate surge you expected. He leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. His hand came up to cup the side of your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheekbone. His eyes searched yours, and when you saw the raw, unguarded longing there, you leaned in the rest of the way.
The first kiss was hesitant, impossibly soft. It was just the press of his lips against yours, a question and an answer all at once. It was slow and exploratory, a careful tasting. He tasted like the cherry Coke he’d been drinking and something uniquely Will. A soft sigh escaped you, and that was all the encouragement he needed. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips before slipping inside to tangle with yours. It was no longer hesitant; it was a slow, deliberate claiming.
A soft, almost pained whine came from your other side. You pulled back from Will, gasping for air, and turned to Mike. His face was flushed a deep pink, his eyes dark with a painful longing as he watched you and Will. Without a word, you leaned in and kissed him too. His kiss was different—softer, more tentative, but no less eager. He tasted like mint toothpaste and anxiety, and you melted into him, your hand sliding up his thigh to palm the hard, insistent length straining against the zipper of his jeans. He jolted against your touch, a choked moan vibrating in his chest.
Will’s voice was a rough growl in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Take this off."
He was tugging at the hem of your shirt. You broke the kiss with Mike, lifting your arms over your head so Will could pull the fabric up and off. The cool basement air hit your bare skin, raising goosebumps on your arms. Mike’s eyes roamed over your exposed chest, his lips parted as his gaze fixed on the simple lace of your bra.
"God, you're so… you're so perfect," he breathed, his voice full of awe.
Will’s hands were firm on your waist, pulling you back against his chest. He was solid and warm behind you, and you could feel the steady, rapid hammering of his heart against your back. He nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck, his voice a low command that sent a shiver down your spine. "Mike, get her pants."
Mike scrambled to obey, his fingers fumbling with the button of your jeans. He slid them down your legs, his knuckles brushing against your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You kicked them away, now left in just your bra and panties, feeling utterly exposed and more powerful than ever before.
They looked down at you with a smirk, and you immediately knew what they saw.
"A lucky you tattoo?" Mike scoffed.
"Shut up. I was drunk and stupid."
Mike laughed and guided you down, laying you back gently on the worn carpet. He knelt beside your head, his fingers stroking through your hair, while Mike settled between your legs, his eyes wide with a mixture of nerves and raw, undisguised desire.
Mike leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over the thin fabric of your panties. You gasped as his tongue pressed against you through the cotton, a slow, experimental lick that made your entire body tense. He grew bolder with your soft moans, hooking his fingers in the waistband and pulling your panties down. He tossed them aside, his eyes locking onto your most intimate place with a look of pure reverence.
"Fuck," he whispered, before lowering his head and diving in.
He wasn't clumsy. He was experienced, but his touch was worshipful. His tongue explored your folds with a practiced confidence, lapping and sucking with a desperate need that sent jolts of pleasure straight through you. You arched your back, your hands tangling in his thick hair as he found your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves with a precision that made your toes curl.
From above you, Will chuckled, a low, dark sound. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.
He captured your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as Mike's movements grew more confident. He slid a finger inside you, then another, his long digits curling just right to hit that spot deep inside that made you see stars.
"Mike, oh god, Mike," you cried out against Will's mouth. "Please, don't stop."
Mike let out a guttural moan, the vibrations shooting through you. His fingers pumped faster, his tongue working your clit mercilessly. The dual sensations were overwhelming. Will’s kiss, his hands roaming your body, pinching and rolling your nipples through the lace of your bra. Mike’s mouth and fingers, driving you closer and closer to the edge with a skill that belied his submissive nature.
"Cum for us," Will panted, his voice husky and absolute. "Cum for Mike, baby. Let him feel it."
That was all it took. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, a blinding, all-consuming pleasure that ripped through your body. You cried out, your back arching off the floor as your walls clenched rhythmically around Mike's fingers. He didn't stop, his tongue flicking your clit through the spasms, drawing out your pleasure until you were a trembling, whimpering mess, completely spent.
When you finally came back to yourself, Mike was looking up at you from between your thighs with a triumphant, dazed grin, his face glistening with your arousal. Will was watching him with a dark, possessive look that made your stomach clench with renewed desire.
"Good boy," Will said to Mike, his voice low and approving. A visible shiver ran through Mike at the praise.
You pouted, staring at the two of them, fully clothed. "No fair. I shouldn't be the only one naked."
They moved quickly, shedding their clothes with a newfound urgency. You watched them, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your orgasm. They were both lean and wiry, all sharp angles and nervous energy, but their cocks were hard and ready, jutting out from their bodies. Mike’s was flushed and straining, curving slightly upwards, while Will’s was thick and heavy, a bead of pre-come glistening at the tip.
You pushed will to lay down on the floor, climbing on top of him with a smile that made his cock throb harder.
You straddled his hips, positioning yourself over his thick length. You sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch. He stretched you, filling you completely, and you both groaned at the sensation. You began to move, rolling your hips, finding a rhythm that had him cursing under his breath.
Mike knelt in front of you, his cock right at your eye level. You leaned forward, taking him into your mouth. He was hot and heavy on your tongue, and you swirled your tongue around the head, tasting the salty pre-come. Mike let out a choked moan, his hands flying to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands.
"Fuck, just like that," he whined, his hips thrusting forward shallowly. "Your mouth… god, it's so good."
You were lost in a haze of pleasure. Will’s cock inside you, hitting you deep with every roll of your hips. Mike’s cock in your mouth, his desperate moans music to your ears. You were the center of their world, the object of their desire, and the power was intoxicating.
Will’s grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "Harder," you whined.
He obliged, bouncing you on his cock, taking him as deep as you could. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and their mingled moans filled the basement. You could feel another orgasm building, a tight coil of heat low in your belly.
Suddenly, Will stilled his hips. "Stop," he groaned, though that was that last thing he wanted. "Both of you. Get up."
Confused, you slowly lifted yourself off of him and released Mike from your mouth. They both stood up, and Will maneuvered you until you were on your hands and knees in the center of the floor.
"I want to try something," Will said, his voice husky. He knelt behind you, running his hands possessively over the curve of your ass. "Mike, in front of her."
Mike scrambled to obey, kneeling in front of you, his hard cock bobbing in front of your face. You looked up at him, seeing the raw need in his eyes. Will positioned himself behind you, and you felt the head of his cock press against your dripping entrance. He slammed into you in one hard thrust, making you cry out. At the same time, you took Mike back into your mouth, setting a rhythm that had them both groaning.
You were the bridge between them, a conduit for their pleasure. Will’s hands were on your hips, his thrusts deep and punishing. Mike’s hands were in your hair, guiding your head up and down his length. Will leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back, and you heard him murmur to Mike, "Kiss me."
You could feel the shift, the slight hesitation before Mike leaned in. You heard the wet, slick sound of their mouths meeting above you, and the knowledge that they were kissing while they were both inside you sent a bolt of pure electricity through you. You moaned around Mike's cock, the vibrations making him cry out. Will bit down hard on your shoulder, a sharp, delicious pain that made you clench around him.
Mike was getting close. His hips were stuttering, his grip on your hair tightening. "I'm gonna… I'm gonna come," he whined. With a final, guttural moan, Mike came, his hot release flooding your mouth. You swallowed it all, milking him for every last drop until he was spent and panting.
Will pulled out of you, his cock still rock-hard and glistening with your wetness. He looked down at Mike, who was still catching his breath. "On your back, Mike," he ordered.
Mike eagerly complied, lying on the floor and looking up at you with pure adoration as you shuffled onto his face. You straddled his head, lowering yourself onto his waiting mouth. He immediately began to eat you out with renewed fervor, his tongue delving into your folds, his nose bumping against your clit. You leaned forward, bracing your hands on the couch behind Mike's head as pleasure washed over you.
Will knelt behind Mike, spreading his legs. He grabbed a bottle of lotion from the end table, squirting some onto his fingers and coating his own thick cock. He looked at you, his eyes dark and intense. "Watch me," he commanded.
You watched over your shoulder as Will pressed a slick finger against Mike's tight hole. Mike moaned into your pussy, the vibration sending a jolt through you. Will worked his finger in, then a second, stretching him open. Mike was writhing beneath you, his mouth never stopping its work on your clit.
"Will… please," Mike gasped, pulling away for a second. "Just fuck me."
Will didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself behind Mike, lining up his cock with his prepared entrance. He pushed in slowly, and Mike cried out, a muffled sound against your flesh. Will began to thrust, his movements deep and steady. Each thrust pushed Mike's face harder against you, his tongue driving deeper inside you.
The sight was obscene and beautiful. Will fucking Mike, Mike eating you out, all of you connected in a single, pulsing rhythm of pleasure. Will reached forward, his hand wrapping around your throat, not squeezing, just holding you. His other hand gripped Mike's hip, his thrusts becoming faster, more brutal.
"You like that, Mike?" Will grunted, his voice strained with effort. "You like being fucked while you eat y/n out?"
Mike could only moan in response, his hips lifting to meet Will's thrusts. The pressure inside you was building again, a tidal wave of pleasure that was about to break. Will's grip on your throat tightened slightly, his thumb stroking your pulse point.
"Cum for me," he begged, his eyes locked on yours.
That was it. Your orgasm ripped through you, more powerful than the last. You screamed, your body convulsing as you gushed against Mike's mouth. The feeling of your climax and the sight of you coming undone sent Will over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside Mike, throwing his head back as he came.
Mike followed a second later, his own cock twitching as he spilled onto his stomach, untouched.
You collapsed forward, rolling off of Mike to lie beside him on the floor. Will collapsed next to you, his chest heaving. The three of you lay there in a tangle of limbs and sweat, the air thick with the smell of sex and satisfaction. The tension was gone, replaced by a warm, sated glow. You were no longer just friends. You were something more, something messy and complicated and utterly perfect.
"We should probably clean up before your parents come home." You spoke up, wiping the sweat off your face.
"Yeah. Probably." Will nodded, looking over at the two of you.
Mike stayed silent for a moment, before sitting up slightly, "Or.."
That was all you needed to here before your pussy was squelching with wetness all over again.
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