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Hi! Can you do one with Azriel finding out your mates with him/ meeting him? 💖
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Authors Note: Love this request! I chose to go down a rom-com vibe, as I absolutely adore scenes like this.
The first snowfall in Velaris always made everything feel softer.
Quieter. Gentler.
The upcoming Solstice celebration usually had the residents in festive cheer, especially with the added knowledge that the High Lady's birthday was also at Solstice. Residents decorated outside their houses and storefronts, the smell of cinnamon and cranberry would waft through the markets and the Rainbow was also bustling with festive cheer and spirit.
You would have appreciated it more if you weren't currently running late.
"Gods, I'm going to be so late-" you muttered under your breath, clutching your coat tighter as you hurried down the street, boots crunching over fresh snow.
Your focus was entirely on getting across the Sidra in time, mentally running through excuses that didn't make you sound completely incompetent to your friend you were currently running late to meet.
All because of the one stubborn section of your hair at the back of your head that you could never get the annoying kink out of.
Which is precisely why you didn't see him.
You hurried down the street and turned a corner too quickly, keeping an eye on the ground to avoid any icy patches-
-and slammed straight into a wall of solid muscle.
"Oh-!"
"Shit-!"
Strong hands caught your arms on instinct, steadying you before you could fall. You were staring at a chest of black leather, a blue siphon glowing faintly. For half a second, you thought you'd be fine.
And then-
Ice.
Your foot abruptly slid out from under you.
His did too.
There was a split second of shared, horrified realisation before everything went spectacularly wrong.
You both went down in an undignified tangle - arms, legs, and wings -snow flying everywhere as you hit the ground hard.
A breath left your lungs in a rush as you landed flat on your back with a handsome stranger above you.
One hand planted beside your head. The other gripping your waist to keep from crushing you completely. His wings flared slightly, shielding you from the worst of the fall, even as snow dusted dark leathery membrane and talons.
For a moment, the world just...stopped.
You blinked up at him.
He was-
Beautiful, in a way that caught you completely off guard. Shadows curled faintly at his shoulders, like they had a mind of their own. His hazel eyes were already on yours, sharp and assessing-
And then they changed as your eyes met.
His eyes dilated. His nostrils flared. His jaw tightened.
Something deep, ancient, and unyielding snapped into place.
It wasn't gentle. It wasn't soft.
It was a jolt - like something invisible had reached into your chest, zapped you and tied itself to him.
Suddenly you could feel him.
You were aware of nothing else, but him. The world faded around you. The centre of your universe was this stranger above you.
Your breath hitched.
His did too.
The shadows around him surged, then stilled - before slowly, almost reverently, drifting toward you.
Oh.
Oh.
Well, fuck-
Neither of you moved.
Neither of you spoke.
But you felt it - him - as clearly as your own heartbeat.
And judging by the way his entire body had gone rigid, the way his grip on you had tightened ever so slightly-
He felt it too.
"Well," an amused male voice drawled, "this is one way to meet someone."
The moment shattered.
You froze.
Slowly - slowly - you became aware of everything else.
The street. The snow.
And the two males standing a few feet away, both very clearly trying - and failing - not to laugh.
Your stomach dropped clean out of your body.
The High Lord of the Night Court was watching you, violet eyes gleaming with poorly concealed delight.
Beside him, a male you could only assume was the General of his armies had already given up trying to hide his amusement and was openly snickering.
You stopped breathing.
You were on the ground.
If the High Lord and his General were there, then that meant you were-
Under the Shadowsinger.
In front of the High Lord.
Covered in snow.
"Oh my gods," you squeaked.
The male above you seemed to come back to himself at the same time.
Of course the one person in Velaris you could collide with, like an absolute disaster, was the Shadowsinger himself.
He pushed up slightly, clearly intending to give you space - but his hand hesitated at your waist, like something in him resisted letting go.
That bond - still thrumming, insistent - didn't help.
"Are you hurt?" He asked, voice low, steady - warm and controlled.
You tried to contain the shiver down your spine at the sound of his voice.
You shook your head quickly. "No-no, I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, I just-"
You stopped.
Because he was still looking at you.
Not annoyed. Not even embarrassed.
He looked...amused, and incredibly focused.
Like he'd suddenly found something he hadn't been searching for.
Your heart did something deeply unhelpful.
Behind him, the High Lord made a soft, thoughtful hum. "Interesting."
"Rhys," The Shadowsinger warned quietly, though he still hadn't taken his eyes off you.
That only made things worse.
"Right," you said faintly. "Yes. Brilliant. I'm just going to...get up and stop lying on the ground in front of-"
You attempted to sit up.
He immediately offered his hand as he - seemingly reluctantly - got to his feet.
You took it without thinking.
The moment your fingers wrapped around his, that bond flared - warm and undeniable, like it was settling more firmly into place. Although his hands were clothed in leather gloves, the warmth as his large hand enveloped yours was almost scorching.
You both felt it.
You both knew you both felt it.
He pulled you gently to your feet with ease.
And didn't let go.
The General snorted. "You planning on keeping her, Az?"
You nearly choked.
The Shadowsinger didn't even look at him.
Instead, he said quietly, "I'm Azriel."
You swallowed.
Your name came out almost breathlessly.
His grip on your hand tightened just slightly, like he was committing it to memory.
"Nice to meet you," you managed, even though your brain was still somewhere on the ground where your dignity still lay.
The High Lord - Rhysand - stepped forward then, smile far too knowing for your comfort. "Well, seeing as fate has decided to be particularly efficient today..."
You had a bad feeling about this.
"...you should join us for dinner later."
You blinked. "I-what?"
The General grinned at you, eyes full of mirth. "You're going to be seeing a lot of us now anyway."
Your face went hot.
"Cassian, shut up," Azriel almost hissed.
You glanced at Azriel - half expecting him to shut this down, to say something sensible-
He didn't.
If anything, there was the faintest hint of something softer in his expression. Something almost...hopeful.
And he still hadn't let go of your hand.
"Only if you want to," he said, voice quieter now. For you alone.
The bond pulsed between you.
You were absolutely, completely doomed.
"...Dinner sounds nice," you said.
Rhys's smile widened like he'd just won something.
Cassian looked delighted.
And Azriel-
He finally, reluctantly, loosened his grip on your hand.
But only just.
Like he already knew, he wouldn't be letting go anytime soon.
summary: azriel is a senior at the university of michigan and the star center and captain of their hockey team. it seems like he has everything a man could ever ask for—good grades, loyal teammates, top pick in the nhl draft, girls falling all over him all the time…
but then you come along—his anatomy lab partner for the semester.
you’re a quiet, closed off sophomore studying neuroscience, and you’ve never heard of him—haven’t even watched a single hockey game in your life.
azriel doesn’t know how you fit into his life and why you seem to throw such a wrench into his future plans—but he does know that he has to have you, and he’ll stop at nothing to make sure you see that he’s something that you can let yourself have.
series warnings: violence (it’s hockey), my minimal hockey knowledge (but extensive anatomy knowledge), pining and yearning, azriel is down bad and reader is too scared, mentions of past trauma, anxious!reader, panic attacks, eventual smut
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Summary: A solo web cam performer is the only intimate company that you have been seeking. But what happens when this relationship becomes more intimate between the two of you? And what happens when you bump into each other in person? And who’s hiding the secrets?
Warnings: This is an 18+ MDNI series; contains smut, angst, tension, themes of panic, and miscommunication?
warnings: smut, fingering, oral (fem!receiving), breath play, dirty talk, drinking is involved, nsfw, mdni, 18+ (I think thats it?)
The first time Y/N had a sex dream about Mike Wheeler, she told no one. Not her diary. Not even Max, her best friend. She pulled back a little after that – quieter during the lunches they spent together, skipping their usual after-school plans. It only lasted a few days, but the thought of explaining it to her made her stomach twist. She also couldn’t hang out with Max and not tell her either. How could she tell her best friend – who was also friends with the boy in question – that she’d woken up wetter than she’d ever been before?
Answer: she didn’t.
When two weeks went by and Mike Wheeler didn’t make another appearance in Y/N’s dreams, she thought she was in the clear. A one-time fluke. Whatever had previously pushed Mike into her dreams had passed, and she never had to dream about him ever again. They barely even spoke. Y/N didn’t fit into their circle, and everyone seemed fine with that.
But just because she didn’t talk to them didn’t mean Y/N didn’t watch them. Him. Thursday after school, she’d watched them gather around the bike racks, Mike’s long legs stretched out in front of him as he leaned on the metal rack and laughed at something Dustin said, rolling a twenty-sided die across his knuckles.
The action drew her attention to his slim, dexterous fingers. Without realizing it, Y/N slowed her steps, caught in the moment, until someone brushed past her shoulder.
“Sorry.”
Y/N didn’t reply, the boy long gone. She carefully glanced over at the bike racks but Mike wasn’t looking at her, still deep in conversation with Dustin. She hurried to the parking lot, slipping into the passenger seat of her brother’s car.
“You okay?” He flipped on the turn signal, checking it was clear before pulling out of the parking lot.
“Yeah,” Y/N breathed, settling into the seat and forcing nonchalance. “I’m fine.”
Y/N was not fine. Mike Wheeler barely spoke to her, but he had a hold on her so severe that it followed her into her dreams. He found her again that night, playing with her until she woke up gasping, wetness flooding the hand down her pants, her dream still playing on repeat.
Mike was kneeling at her feet, hands gripping the skin just below her hips and fingertips digging into the globe of her ass. Her pants and underwear were gone, disappeared somewhere between dream and reality, giving Mike perfect access to her.
Her fingers carded through his thick locks, tangling tight and pulling when he licked boldly up her center.
“Say you want me.” He was looking up at her with soft eyes, but his grip on her was bruising.
“I want you, Mike.”
“Say you want me to fuck you.”
Y/N moaned, Mike’s body blurring temporarily. “Fuck me, Mike. Please.”
That day at school, she slid into her seat in first period right before class started, giving her no time to talk to Max. Perfect. She couldn’t look at her. But the reprieve only lasted Y/N to lunch, where Max cornered her at her locker while she was swapping out her books.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
Y/N glanced quickly at her friend before refocusing on the dark corner of her locker. “I’m not.” It sounded unconvincing even to her ears.
“You are. You didn’t talk to me during first – much less look at me – and you’re totally planning on going to the library for lunch because you know I won’t step in there. Is it because I couldn’t hang out after school yesterday? Because I told you – we were having dinner with Lucas’ grandparents–”
“No.” Y/N shook her head. “I’m not mad at you about that. Or anything.” She exhaled through her nose, hugging her books tightly to her chest. “I just…I didn’t know how to talk to you about something, and I’ve been feeling weird.”
Max’s brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?”
Y/N sucked in a deep breath, tugging Max into the nearest empty classroom and closing the door behind them. She placed her books onto the nearest desk, struggling to meet Max’s eyes. “I had a…dream.”
“A dream is why you blew me off first period?”
“Max.” Frustration and humiliation bubbled up in Y/N. “I had a sex dream.”
Max’s face transformed from impatient to fascination, her lips popping open into an ‘O’. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” She moved in close before Y/N could answer. “About who?”
“This is where it gets embarrassing.” Y/N could feel her cheeks burn. “I didn’t say anything because of who it was about.”
“Who?”
The classroom door swung open, and four faces peered into the room, staring at the two girls. Dustin, Will, Lucas, and Mike. Shit – Y/N jumped, bumping her thigh against the edge of the desk hard enough to bruise. Lucas’ hand was still on the door handle. “What are you guys doing in the science lab?”
Y/N didn’t have an answer and looked away, but her eyes inevitably only moved a few inches to the left, where Mike was standing. He looked good today, with dark blue jeans and a black crewneck sweater, a white tee poking out of the collar. Her gaze dropped before he could catch her staring, but Max was already looking at her, quickly glancing back to the group – to Mike – before staring back at her. She practically lunged for the door, pushing her boyfriend backwards into Will’s arms and slammed the door shut with a rushed, “Nothing. I’ll see you after lunch.”
Y/N watched in shocked silence, Mike’s eyes clashing with hers for a brief moment before the door closed, his brown eyes filled with curiosity. Max whirled on Y/N, stepping into her space. So used to it, Y/N didn’t bat an eye.
“You had a sex dream about Mike Wheeler!”
“Max!” Her friend was practically vibrating with excitement, but all Y/N felt was embarrassment and anxiety. She peered over her friend’s shoulder, but the door was still firmly shut. Didn’t mean they couldn’t try and eavesdrop. Hopefully the hallways were still so loud they couldn’t hear anything.
“Was it good?”
“What?” Y/N stared at Max, jaw dropped in shock. Her arms fell to her side, and Max grinned, pointing a finger at her.
“That’s a yes.” She cocked her head. “How good?”
Y/N groaned. “Max.”
“Details, Y/N. You need to after icing me out.”
Y/N sighed, rapping her knuckles against the desk and mumbled, “Good enough for it to happen twice.”
“TWICE?”
“Max!” Y/N whispered sternly. “Keep your voice down.”
Max giggled, pursing her lips. “You had two sex dreams about him?”
“I know,” Y/N groaned, tilting her head back until she was staring at the water-stained ceiling tiles. “God, I know. I’m fucked. How did this happen? I barely even talk to the guy and hear I am dreaming about his hand down my pants.”
Her and Max had an extremely open relationship, so Max didn’t even flinch at the details of the dream, even if Mike was her friend. “You could have lunch with us.”
“No.” Y/N shook her head. “It’s nothing against you. I just…I can’t look at him without thinking about–” she made vague gestures with her hands, nodding at the classroom door. She would turn into a flustered mess who couldn’t form a complete sentence. She wouldn’t be able to look at Mike Wheeler for a long time.
“You can’t avoid him for the rest of your life.” Max nudged her friend. “Tell you what. El – she’s Will’s lab partner – is throwing a party tonight. Her dad’s the Sheriff so his house is, like, a mansion. Let’s go together.”
Y/n nibbled her lower lip. “I don’t know, Max. Parties are just excuses for guys to make a move and act cooler than they are. Besides,” Y/N gestured to the door again.
“They’re not going,” Max replied. “It’s D&D night. So it would be just us. No Mike. No Lucas. No boys.”
Y/N exhaled through her nose, thinking. It would be nice to hang with just Max somewhere other than their bedrooms or the mall…And no Lucas to crash the party? “Alright. Wanna get ready at mine? I’m sure I can get my brother to drop us off.”
Max beamed. “Definitely.”
She showed up at Y/N’s house just after seven, her outfit in a bag. She didn’t really have any makeup and mainly relied on Y/N for those things. She dropped onto Y/N’s bed.
“You figure out an outfit yet?”
Y/N looked around her room at the mess of clothes on her floor, over her desk chair, and part of her bed. “You tell me.”
Max huffed and stood up. “It’s easy. This and this. Oh, wait no. This and that.” She walked around Y/N’s room, plucking clothes out of the fray. She knew Y/N’s closet better than Y/N did, and even though they dressed in completely different styles, Max had Y/N’s down to a T.
Thirty minutes later, Y/N was dressed in a pleated plaid mini skirt Max had paired with a maroon sweater with a teddy bear printed on the front, the collar of her white dress shirt poking out the collar, sleeves, and bottom of the sweater. She was already wearing her knee-high white socks, her brown tall boots waiting by the door.
“Okay.” Y/N pushed Max into her desk chair. “Hair.”
Max groaned. She was perfectly happy brushing her hair and walking out the door, throwing it in a ponytail if she felt like changing things up. But not tonight. Y/N pulled out her curling iron, a smile on her lips. Max huffed, but despite hating having her hair and makeup done, she sat and let Y/N ‘torture’ her in exchange for her friend’s sex dream details.
“Was the first or second one better?”
“First. I think the shock of dreaming about him made it better.”
Max let Y/N turn her head towards the side. “What was the best part?”
Y/N dipped her eyeshadow brush in the light pink, tapping it on the edge of the palette before dusting it over Max’s lid. “Honestly, he’s really good at dirty talk in my dreams.”
“You could find out how his dirty talk is in real life,” Max offered, trying to hide her smirk.
“Max!” Y/N cut her friend a glare, even though the thought of Mike talking dirty to her made heat pool low in her belly.
“I won’t say another word about it tonight.” Max held up her hands. “But what I will say is that I overheard Lucas and Mike talking and that boy would not be boring in bed. He has…interests.”
Y/N glared at Max as her stomach flip-flopped. Mike wasn’t a boring missionary kind of guy? What were his interests? Were they the same as Y/N’s? Lighter? Darker? She could go crazy thinking about what Mike was into, so she forced herself to focus on what was in front of her – finishing Max’s makeup and then doing her own.
She finished Max’s look with some mascara before turning her attention to her own hair. She pinned half of her hair back, tying it in a bow and pulling out her curtain bangs, curling them separately. When she was happy with the curls and volume, she slid into the chair and picked up her makeup brush.
Somewhere downstairs, her brother called up, “Almost ready, Y/N?”
“Fifteen minutes!”
Her brother didn’t audibly reply, but she swore she could hear him sigh inside her head, twirling the car keys in his hand. She dusted a little more blush on her cheeks, eyeing her lashes. Did she need more mascara?
“You look great, Y/N.” Max stood up, dusting invisible dirt off her light blue jeans. “Let’s get drunk.”
Y/N’s brother rolled up to the end of the driveway that led to an opulent, well-lit house just after nine-thirty, throwing the car in park. He swung an arm over Y/N’s seat to look at the two of them. “Here are the rules. There’s a case of beer in the footwell behind my seat – you’re welcome. Drink but don’t get drunk. Don’t accept drinks from strangers – especially boys. Don’t get separated from each other. But have fun. Max, Y/N’s a great pong partner.”
Max grinned. “Noted.”
“Now, get out of my car. I’ll be back here around one.”
Y/N let her brother push her out of the car, turning when he grabbed her wrist. “Hey, Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
Her brother smiled up at her, lips quirking to one side. “Whatever boy you’re dressing up for better thank me for not telling you how short that skirt is.”
Y/N gasped, but Max shut the door and then her brother was peeling away from the curb.
“I am not dressing up for a boy,” she argued to Max as they walked up the driveway. “And my skirt is not that short. I have shorter ones.”
Max laughed but didn’t reply, linking her arm through Y/N’s just before they stepped inside. The front foyer was all white walls and black-and-white checkered tile. Students milled about, solo cups in hands. Y/N smiled at a few people as they moved deeper into the house, following laughter. Music blared through speakers placed throughout the house.
They came upon the kitchen and stashed their beer in a corner, Max draping her jean jacket over it to hide their drinks. When they turned around, Will was walking in their direction, an easy smile on his face.
Before Y/N could say anything to Max, Will was there, wrapping his arms around Max and stepping back. “Hey, guys. I didn’t know you were coming.”
“Yeah, well, it’s a big party. Y/N and I were excited to come tonight. Shouldn’t you be at Mike’s playing D&D?”
“Oh, we pushed it to tomorrow.”
“Oh?” Y/N’s shoulders tightened at Max’s tone. Nothing good came from that tone. She assumed Max was not informed about that change.
“Yeah. Lucas mentioned the two of you guys coming so here we are.”
Max crossed her arms. “Yeah. Here you are.”
Will seemed to figure out what he’d said and winced. “Seems I shared some new information.”
He had. “Where is he?” Max cocked her head, staring Will down like he was prey.
Will swallowed. “Talking to El with the guys. They’re meeting me here for another round.”
Y/N’s stomach dropped as Max straightened.
“Perfect!” She smiled. “I just can’t wait to see my boyfriend. And, oh look, here he comes.”
Y/N couldn’t stop herself. Her eyes found Mike in the crowd of people, taking in his blue knit crewneck and dark jeans. He looked different outside of school — less guarded somehow, his sweater sleeves pushed up slightly, his damp hair messier than usual. His eyes scanned the room, and for a split second, they landed on Y/N. Mike paused, and suddenly, Y/N wasn’t at the party anymore. She was reliving her dreams.
Mike had her flush against Y/N’s bedroom wall, trapping her with his body with one hand shoved down her satin sleepshorts, fingers thrusting up into her at an unforgiving pace, giving her no time to catch her breath. His lips were inches from Y/N’s, his hot breath fanning her face as he spoke.
“Bet you like this. My fingers fucking you. Shit, you’re so wet, Y/N. And all for me. What a good little slut.”
Y/N couldn’t breathe. His fingers were overwhelming, reaching parts of her she didn’t know existed. “Mike.”
Y/N suddenly spun on her heel to face the other way, moving closer to Max. “I can’t do this.” She leaned over and grabbed two beers, handing one to Max.
“Yeah, well, now you have to because I am going to kill Lucas. Also because this just got interesting. Mike looked at you. And I think you would like to know that his eyes dropped to your ass the second you bent over. Which, by the way, don’t do again. Your skirt is far too short if you don’t plan on giving anyone a show.”
Y/N opened her beer with a little too much force, the fzzz falling on deaf ears as mortification rushed through her body. She found herself sandwiched between Max and Will, directly across from Mike as the three boys joined them.
She wanted to throw up.
She didn’t look at Mike. Didn’t even look near him. She couldn’t stop Mike from taking over her dreams, but she could stop him from taking over her reality. Her gaze dropped to her drink as Lucas stepped forward toward Max.
“Hey, baby.” Lucas kissed Max’s cheek, but Max crossed her arms.
“What are you doing here?” Y/N grimaced at her friend’s tone, taking a sip. That was her you’re fucked tone. Lucas knew it too and took a calculated step back.
Lucas’ brow furrowed. “Um. Well you said you were going to the party with Y/N and–”
“Yeah, with Y/N. As in just us two.”
“I…know that. The guys and I are here. By ourselves. Just us four.” He tried to sell the lie with a smile, but it only made Y/N take another large sip of beer.
“Christ.”
Max rolled her eyes. “Tell me about it. Well, if you’re not here for us, then you won’t mind if we make our rounds. Without you. Have a good night, boys.” She gripped Y/N’s bicep, turning her around.
“Wait.” Lucas’ hands shot out but didn’t touch either of the girls. “Okay, fine. I was worried about you here alone, so we pushed D&D to tomorrow night so we could look out for you.”
“Of course,” Max scoffed. “I’m not helpless, Lucas. Neither is Y/N.”
“I know that!”
“And yet here you are.” She glared at Lucas and he winced. Max straightened. “Tell you what. We’ll play you for your services.”
Five pairs of eyes landed on Max. Y/N sucked in a breath. “Max.”
“Beer pong. Me and Y/N versus you and Mike. You win, you can glue your asses to ours all night. We win, you get lost. Deal?”
“Babe, you know I’m on the basketball team, right?”
Max just crossed her arms. “Deal or no deal?”
“Deal.” Lucas nodded enthusiastically. “Let’s play.”
Two games of pong were playing in the living room, the game on the far end just finishing up. Max walked right up, smiling at one of the guys. “Hey, Alex. Mind if we play next?”
“Sure,” Alex’s eyes scanned her and then Y/N, snagging on her legs. “You need a partner?”
“We’re good,” Max chirped. She took the ball from Alex without another word and began to set up their side of the table, organizing the cups in a 3-2-1 triangle. The boys took up position on their end, doing the same.
“I can’t do eye-to-eye with Lucas,” Max said under her breath. “I might just throw the ball at his face. Overbearing bastard.”
“Then do it with Mike.” Y/N topped up two of the red solo cups with water, placing her drink on the edge of the table. Mike was already bouncing their pong ball on the table. “Because I am not doing it with him.”
“You have to do it. You’re obviously a good player. And he looked at your ass when you bent over. Maybe looking at your face will throw him off.”
Y/N glared, but took the ball Max shoved into her face, glancing down the table. Mike was watching the two girls as Lucas whispered into his ear. Probably about them.
Y/N bounced the ball once. For good luck. “Ready?”
Mike nodded, and lifted his chin. Y/N refused to look him in the eye, instead focusing on the spot between his brows, and threw the ball. Her ball sunk. Mike’s ball rimmed a cup on the outside but ultimately fell out.
Raising a surprised brow at Y/N, Mike retrieved the ball, dipping two fingers into the cup to scoop it out. Y/N followed the action, finding it far more arousing than it should have been. She wet her bottom lip. The ball rolled slowly to her, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. Y/N thought of a different kind of wetness and reached for her drink, suddenly parched.
“Max,” she breathed, grabbing the ball.
“Focus, Y/N. We win, and we can ditch them and enjoy our night.”
Y/N took a steadying breath and nodded, but they both missed the first time. Lucas smirked, dunking his ball in a cup. He rolled his shoulders and tossed the ball with lazy confidence. He shot the ball, blowing out a disappointed huff when it hit the rim and bounced away.
Max smirked. “Basketball team, huh?”
Lucas shot her a look as Mike stepped up to the table. Unlike Lucas, there was no display of confidence or showmanship. He raised his hand, eyes briefly flicking toward Y/N before he threw. The ball arced, landing in the center cup with a soft plop that was drowned out by the music.
Lucas cheered, but Mike just dropped his arm, hand slapping on his thigh.
Y/N cleared the cup and took a swig of beer, looking over when Max bumped her shoulder.
“You’re in your head.”
“Hard not to be,” Y/N muttered, dipping her ball in water and then shaking it out. She could feel Mike’s eyes on her like a weighted blanket, slowing her actions.
“Just…picture him naked.” Y/N whipped her head to stare at Max, who winced. “Okay, that was dumb of me to say.”
“You think?”
“Are you going to shoot?” Lucas called. “Or just stand there and whisper?”
Max glared at Lucas. “You gonna sink a ball?”
Y/N nodded to herself. She could do this – focus on beating Lucas and ignore his partner. She took another sip, and then raised her arm to throw. She hit the back left and then Max hit the middle left. The boys cleared the cups and returned the balls, Lucas tossing the ball to Max with a huff. They missed this time, and the game continued.
People closed in, leaning in to watch, and suddenly their private game became a spectacle. Every hit and miss was met with groans and cheers mixing together. Y/N grabbed her beer, drinking until it emptied and Will went to get her and Max another beer. Her shoulders relaxed and her smile eased. The boys drank too, crushing beers at a faster rate than the girls.
Even Mike began to smile, his eyes finding hers every once in a while.
And every time, Y/N’s breathing hitched and she looked away. But she kept her dreams locked down tight and remained focused on the game. Alcohol made it harder to forget them, but she did it.
Y/N took another sip, eyeing the table.
“One cup each,” Dustin announced from somewhere behind Mike.
Lucas huffed under his breath, sticking his elbows out when a bystander got too close. Y/N dipped the ball in a cup, eyes on the cup in front of Mike. Her fingers curled around the ball, cool, wet plastic against her heated skin. She could feel Mike watching her again – he had been all night.
Y/N lifted her eyes and for the first time, she didn’t look away. Her dreams flooded her memories, the imagined sensations of his hands on her hips, his lips on her neck. Her breathing turned heavy, and she licked her lips as she raised her arm.
The ball arced, clipped the rim, and Y/N’s heart dropped as she watched it teeter, then spin and fall inward. Max shook her arm, whooping, and Y/N smiled. Even if Max missed her shot, the boys would need redemption.
Max threw. And sunk her ball.
Double redemption or nothing.
Lucas nodded, and threw his ball. He missed, and that was game. Mike still threw his ball through, the ball landing in the cup in front of Y/N with a plop. It didn’t even hit the cup, sinking perfectly in the middle.
“Take that and get lost!” Max cheered, pointing at Lucas.
Around them, the group of watchers cheered, and Y/N and Max linked arms and raised their beer cans, finishing their drinks in celebration. Y/N gave Max a drunken smile before turning to the boys and held out her hand.
“Good game.” Mike’s voice was slightly raspier from the alcohol as he wrapped his slim fingers around Y/N’s. His skin was cooler than hers, and when she looked up at him, she found him kind of…blurry. She blinked and heat rushed through her chest. Suddenly the living room felt smaller. Someone had turned the music down a notch, or maybe Y/N just stopped hearing it. Because Mike was looking at her, his lips pink and plush. The imagined feel of them on her neck had her breath hitching.
“Y/N? Are you okay?”
She pulled her hand from Mike’s, stepping back. “Yeah. I’m gonna grab another drink.”
She disappeared through the crowd, pushing her way into the hallway. There was no one there, and the air was cooler and less stuffy. She leaned against the wall, tipping her head back and closing her eyes. Shoving the dreams of Mike back in the box was harder with alcohol running through her veins. Her imagination expanded on the dreams, filling in the gaps with details and words.
Mike had warm hands. His fingers were soft and uncalloused. The feeling of them skimming up her waist, down the backs of her thighs, while he whispered in her ear. She wanted him to say her name again.
Fuck, Y/N, your pussy feels good.
Y/N, I wanna fuck you forever.
Suck my cock harder, Y/N.
“Y/N?”
She opened her eyes and looked down the hall. Alex from earlier was walking towards her, a small bottle of liquor in his hand. She pushed off the wall, blinking away the bleariness in her eyes.
“Oh, hey, Alex.”
“What are you doing out here all by yourself?”
“It was a little loud and stuffy in the living room. What about you?” Alex raised the bottle in explanation and Y/N nodded in understanding, eyes watching Alex move closer. His steps felt predatory, and Y/N took a calculated step back, but stumbled.
“You okay, Y/N?” His voice softened to one of concern, but his eyes didn't. “If you need to lie down, I can help you upstairs.”
“I’m good.” Y/N shook her head quickly – woah. Too fast. “Just tripped.”
“Are you sure? It’s quieter up there too.” Another step forward, and Y/N matched it with one step backwards. Shit, her brother had explicitly said don’t separate from Max, and she had done the complete opposite of that.
Heat warmed Y/N’s back as someone stepped up behind her, planting a proprietary hand on her waist. “She’s good.”
Y/N knew that raspier-than-usual voice. The slender fingers. Her breath caught. Mike.
His amber and citrus cologne flooded her senses without being overbearing as he pressed himself a little closer to Y/N, his hand steadying her against him. His other hand hovered at her other side, a red solo cup dangling from his fingers.
“I was talking to Y/N–”
“And I’ve got her now.”
Y/N didn’t recognize the authority in Mike’s voice as he stared Alex down over her head. There was no hesitation in his tone either. He wasn’t overly muscular – or muscular at all – but whatever look he gave Alex had the guy backing down and turning away to walk down the hallway in the opposite direction with a sharp, Whatever.
Alex disappeared around a corner and Y/N let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. The music still thrummed through the house, beating in tune with her heart. But Y/N didn’t move, and neither did Mike. His hand stayed on her waist as they stood there, her back against his chest. Mike shifted, leaning down until his breath fanned the shell of her ear. Something similar to this had happened in one of her dreams, and Y/N’s nipples peaked under her sweater and dress shirt at the memory.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
Y/N nodded. “Thanks. He…”
“Don’t worry about it. He weirds me out too.” His hand shifted slightly, still respectful, and Y/N became aware of just how close they were. The heat from his body seeped through her sweater. Before she could move away and shove her desires back in their box, Mike spoke again. “At the risk of sounding like a broken record, are you okay? Do you need something?”
Y/N shook her head, grimacing when it swam. “No. It was just loud and hot in there and I needed some air. I think I drank too much and I didn’t eat dinner and–”
“Alright, alright,” Mike cut her off, steering her away from the living room. When she stumbled, he was there, fingers digging into her waist as he caught and righted her. Y/N’s skin felt hot and tight as he guided her into the kitchen, the boy completely unaware of the different kind of heat rushing through her veins. Mike leaned her up against the counter near a cracked window and left her to pilfer around the kitchen. He returned with a small bag of chips left over from Halloween and a red solo cup filled with ice cold water. He pushed it into her hand.
“Drink this.”
The water sloshed over the edge when her knee gave out and she stumbled forward, catching herself on Mike. Her fingers curled in his sweater, her nose grazing his hidden collarbone. She yanked herself upright and nearly fell again. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
“Right.” Mike’s lips pressed tightly together as he placed his cup on the counter beside the chips, doing the same with her water. He moved in close, his presence overwhelming but not threatening and gripped Y/N’s hips. Without a word, he lifted her up and set her on the edge of the counter.
Y/N reached for Mike’s shoulders for stability, feet swinging beneath her. She pulled her hands back to herself only when Mike handed her the water cup and ripped open the bag of chips. She found the action hotter than she probably should have, silently taking the chip Mike handed her to and washing it down with water.
Mike watched her in silence as she ate each chip he handed her, wordlessly plucking the cup from her hands when she finished it and refilled it. Y/N took another sip, staring down into her cup as Mike sipped from his own and watched a group of people slip outside to share a cigarette.
“I’m sorry you’re babysitting me, Mike. You can go. I can call my brother to come get me.”
“It’s fine. Lucas is trying to woo Max, Will’s dancing with El, and Dustin’s flirting with Stacey.”
Y/N’s nose wrinkled. “Albright? Ew.”
A group of boys rushed into the kitchen, forcing Mike to press in close so they could pass behind him. Mike’s hand cupped the outside of her thigh, and his eyes shot to hers when she sucked in a breath, screwing her eyes shut.
“Y/N?”
“Gonna fuck this tight little cunt.” Mike spread her legs apart, pushing in slowly. He rolled his hips, thrusting deeper each time until his hips were pressed against hers, picking up pace with each moan Y/N let out.
“Y/N.” Mike was staring at her, concern etched in his eyes. “Are you okay?”
The kitchen was hot. Far too hot. The November breeze blowing in through the open window was doing nothing to cool her burning skin. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
“Shit.” Mike pulled her off the counter, yanking her to his side and pulling her out of the kitchen, cursing again in front of a closed door. He changed direction, throwing ‘This way’ over his shoulder. He pulled her upstairs, glancing at her over his shoulder. “Y/N?”
“It’s fucking hot in here.”
It wasn’t though.
Mike pulled her in through the first open door – a bedroom with a queen bed situated in the middle against the outside wall. Mike walked right past it and into an ensuite bathroom, closing the door behind them. Y/N didn’t drop in front of the toilet – just the big open space in front of the double sinks. Her knees and calves pressed against the cold, white tile. Her heart rate and breathing steadied as she focused on the cold and not the dreams haunting her.
She held out a hand behind her. “Can I have my water?”
“Yeah.” Mike’s fingers brushed hers as he pushed the cup into her hand. Y/N took a sip, holding back her gag and swallowing.
“That’s your beer, Mike.”
“Oh, fuck, sorry.” Mike took the drink from her hands as Y/N dragged herself to her feet.
“It’s fine. I’ll drink from the tap.” She turned on the handle for cold water, waiting a few moments before sticking her mouth under the faucet. The water mixed with the cold marble counter biting into Y/N’s palms was refreshing, and she finally felt slightly better when she pulled back. She glanced up at the mirror – she couldn’t say why she did – but the sight in the mirror’s reflection had her body heating all over again.
Max had told her not to bend over, and yet here she was, bent over the bathroom counter practically asking to be taken. And Mike was standing behind her, eyes glued to the exposed skin of her ass and the backs of her thighs. She watched his throat bob, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip before his teeth sunk into it.
Holy shit.
His gaze dragged down the backs of her thighs and then back up, leaving a trail of fire in his eyes’ wake. When they met Y/N’s in the mirror’s reflection, her breath hitched. She expected him to freeze, or stutter out an awkward apology.
But he didn’t say a word.
There was nothing awkward or apologetic about Mike Wheeler in that moment.
Y/N’s spine straightened slightly, pausing when Mike moved forward, his eyes still locked on hers through the mirror. He was still holding that damn red cup in his hand when he reached out, running his free hand down the expanse of her back. He continued past the end of her sweater, smoothing a hand over the curve of her ass and then up and under her skirt, squeezing the flesh.
Y/N’s lips parted in a silent gasp.
Still watching her through the mirror, Mike sipped at his beer, throat bobbing as he swallowed the liquid, and squeezed again. Y/N would argue that the act of pushing her ass further into his hand was purely subconscious.
A smirk transformed Mike’s face and, without warning, he brought his hand down on the same ass cheek, the thwap slicing through the silence in the room. Y/N gasped, hips jerking. Mike’s hand smoothed over the already-reddening skin before he did it again. This time, he bent over and kissed the irritated skin.
“You have really soft skin, Y/N.”
“Th-thank you.”
“Stand up.” Mike placed the cup by her elbow, the gentle sound piercing in the thick silence. He was still watching her with a predatory gaze that was completely opposite to Alex’s. With Mike, all she felt was desire and…anticipation.
Y/N focused on him in the mirror. On his dark eyes that took her in with predatory focus as she shifted her weight. He was blurry around the edges, Y/N’s vision still bleary from the beer. But hazy Mike held an appeal that made him look soft, even though Y/N was pretty sure she was about to find out just how many hard edges he had.
That boy would not be boring in bed. He has…interests.
“Turn around.”
Her clothing brushed his as she obeyed, looking up at him through mascara-coated lashes. Her heart raced as Mike lifted a hand and pushed her bangs to the side, watching his own fingers twirl around her hair. Y/N couldn’t stand Mike this close, his fingers grazing her temple, and looking completely unbothered when inside herself all she felt was chaos.
“Mike.”
His eyes snapped to hers, his gaze penetrating. The brown was no more than a thin ring, the rest swallowed up by his pupils. He pressed closer when Y/N’s hands landed on his chest, fisting the soft material of his sweater. When he looked down at her, Y/N had a sobering realization.
She wanted him to ruin her.
She didn’t know what he saw in her eyes. Lust, desire, need – take your pick. But seconds later his lips were on hers, pressing her back against the sink counter as his hand cradled the back of her head. His lips were soft and plump as he kissed her, tongue swiping her bottom lip before tangling with hers. His other hand slipped under her clothing, fingertips caressing her waist and stomach.
Y/N was hot. Too hot. Her skin felt like it was on fire as he splayed his hand over her body and nibbled on her lower lip. She gasped, the sound turning into a moan that had Mike squeezing her waist before running his hand over her thigh.
“These fucking legs have been teasing me all night. And then you bend over – twice – and it’s like you’re doing it on purpose.”
“I’m not,” she had the need to whisper.
“I know,” he ground out. “Which is why I can’t– we can’t…I shouldn’t have touched you. I won’t be like Alex.”
Y/N’s head snapped up to look at Mike, who had his jaw clenched hard enough to crack teeth. His hands on her waist were gentle, but every other part of him was locked tight – as if he were holding himself back.
“Mike.” She tugged his sweater until he finally looked down at her. “You are not Alex. He was overbearing and pushy and made me feel uncomfortable. You don’t.”
Mike shook his head, but his hand was still under her shirt and his thumb swiped over the skin. Y/N continued, the alcohol making her bold, “I wouldn’t want him anyways. It’s not him I’ve dreamed about.” She grazed his crotch for emphasis and Mike groaned. “I want you to touch me.”
“Now you’re doing it on purpose.”
“Yes.”
He shook his head. “We can’t. You’ve been drinking.”
“So have you,” Y/N shot back. “But I want this. I wanted it sober. I wanted it in my dreams.”
Mike exhaled through his nose, eyes fluttering shut as he gripped her waist. “Y/N…”
She stood on her tiptoes, lips brushing Mike’s. “Please fuck me, Mike.”
The boy cursed, pulling her body flush against his. “If we do this, I need something from you.” She stared up at him and he took that as permission to continue. “Consent.”
Y/N smiled. “Such a gentleman, Michael Wheeler. What if giving consent takes the fun out of it for me?”
“This is non-negotiable, Y/N. You’ve been drinking. We can discuss consent terms when you’re not drunk.”
“That implies a next time,” she smirked. “But yes. I give you consent to fuck me and have your way with me however you want.”
Mike’s gaze darkened for half a second before he was kissing her again, harder this time. As if he was punishing her for something. Y/N didn’t question his actions. Just let him press her back into the counter, his hands wrapping around her and digging into her flesh. He nudged her legs apart with his knee, slotting himself between them. His cologne overwhelmed her in the best way possible, his tongue still tasting faintly of beer.
Y/N tangled her fingers in Mike’s hair, reveling in the soft locks and tugging on them, pulling him closer to her. Mike moaned against her lips, the vibrations sending heat to her core. Y/N moaned his name when he pulled away, peppering open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck while his hands explored her waist, fingers brushing the underside of her bra.
Y/N’s head fell back with a soft sigh, her fingers tangled in his sweater loosening. “Mike.”
“Is it as good as you dreamed, Y/N?”
“I don’t know yet,” she breathed. “You’re not fucking me.”
Mike groaned, dropping to his knees. He pushed her sweater up until her stomach was exposed, pressing more open-mouthed kisses all over it. The feeling of his lips overloaded her senses, and Y/N couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped out. Beneath her skirt, her ignored cunt was throbbing, begging for attention.
“Mike.”
“Yeah, baby?”
Y/N moaned at the nickname, pushing one of his hands down her body and under her skirt. He chuckled against her skin, glancing up at her with a look that nearly buckled her knees. His brown eyes were wide and innocent, framed with thick, dark lashes, but she saw the mischief laced in them. “Someone’s needy.”
Only for you, she wanted to say. But then Mike was dropping her sweater to push up her skirt, lips ghosting over the band of skin just above her underwear. Her fingers curled around the lip of the counter.
Mike nipped at the waistband, hands sliding up the backs of her thighs until they were cupping her ass and squeezing firmly. Y/N squirmed with desire, trying to push her soaking core closer to his mouth. He looked up at her again – that same look that made Y/N feel overrun with desire. “Gonna fucking worship you, baby.”
He pressed his open mouth against her clothed cunt – finally – and Y/N felt his tongue swipe at her through the material. Y/N’s head fell, a long, low groan slipping out. His fingers slid up, the tips pressing into her clit, pulling out a yelp and “Shit” from Y/N.
Mike smirked, rubbing tightly. “Feel good, baby?”
“Yeah,” she whispered, biting her lip. “Fuck, Mike. So good.”
His other hand drifted down her leg until he was gripping the bottom of her boot and guiding her foot to rest on his shoulder. Y/N’s breath hitched as she stared at Mike. His fingers curled under the side of her panties, pulling them to the side. His warm breath made her core clench, and suddenly all she could focus on was his fingers, inches from where she wanted him most.
“Please touch me,” she begged, fingers tightening on the counter.
“You know, I love it when you beg,” Mike observed, pushing Y/N wider. He didn’t wait a moment longer, licking a bold stripe up her pussy before latching onto her clit. Y/N cried out in pleasure, fingers gripping onto his hair and pulling him closer. Push him away. Fuck, the sudden pleasure was so intense she almost couldn’t stand it.
“Mike– fuck.” She whimpered, trying to close her raised leg and squeeze Mike’s head out, but he pushed her leg wide open with his hand, fingers digging into her thigh. She hoped she had bruises of Mike’s fingers on her thigh in the morning. His tongue lapped at her without forgiveness as his eyes watched her, cataloguing every hitch of her breath, flutter of her lashes, jerk of her hips. And the view of him, kneeling between her thighs with only his eyes visible, locked on her…Y/N moaned, trying to commit it to memory.
Arousal ran down her thighs, slickening Mike’s grip on her. He let go, releasing Y/N’s pussy with a wet pop only so he could push his ring and middle fingers into his mouth.
“Oh, shit.”
Mike chuckled darkly, circling her hole gently before pushing both fingers in, watching Y/N’s face as she stretched around him.
“Mike.”
“Gotta get you ready for my cock.” He put his mouth back on her as he set a steady pace, thrusting all the way to the knuckle each time. Y/N knew she was wet. There was no resistance to Mike’s fingers, the wet sounds reaching her ears and only getting her more turned on. His fingers were longer than hers, and reached depths she hadn’t. And then he curled his fingers.
“Mmmmfuck.”
Her hips jerked forward and Mike moved with her, increasing his speed. There was no comparison to her own fingers. Y/N would never be able to get off by her own hand now that she had felt Mike’s inside her. He thrusted and curled his fingers in tandem with his tongue on her clit with practiced perfection that made it difficult to lock her knees and hold herself up.
Mike pulled his head back to watch his fingers move in and out of her, Y/N’s arousal coating his lips and chin. “Shit, Y/N. You’re so needy.”
“More,” is all Y/N could ask for in response. She needed Mike. Needed him to fill her up until she couldn’t take any more. Her body thrummed with energy as he stood, reaching for his belt buckle. He undid it, the clink of metal on metal echoing through the space, but he made no further move to undo his jeans. Mike stepped in close, an arm wrapping around her to pull her close. The other grabbed his forgotten drink from the counter and Mike took a big sip before pressing his mouth to Y/N’s.
Beer flooded her mouth and she swallowed it eagerly only to taste herself on Mike’s tongue. It was the most erotic thing Y/N had ever experienced and she pulled him closer to her, a few fingers curling into the waistband of his jeans.
Mike ripped his mouth from Y/N’s, spinning her around at the hips until she was facing her reflection. Her cheeks were flushed, hair coming undone. Mike stared at her through the mirror as he completely undid his belt then popped the button on his jeans. “Look at you, Y/N. Already a mess and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
A mix of excitement and fear rushed through Y/N at the dark look on Finn’s face as he moved in closer. He smoothed a hand over the globe of her ass, sucking his lower lip into his mouth before bringing his open palm down on her skin.
Y/N gasped, sucking in a short breath before pushing back into him. Again, she said silently. Mike’s eyes darkened, his lips curling into a delighted smirk as he did it again. Y/N moaned again, eyes rolling as her body jolted at the sensation. He got it just right, a perfect balance of sharp pain from the slap followed by a soft touch of his palm or lips.
“Mike,” she pleaded, brushing her ass against the front of his jeans. Mike spanked her again, hissing in a breath.
“God, you’re so fucking desperate for me, Y/N.”
“Yes,” she admitted with a moan when he bent down to kiss the spot he had just marked.
Mike undid his jeans completely, pulling himself out. From her angle in the mirror, she couldn’t see him, but felt the hot warmth of him as Mike pushed himself through her folds, coating himself on her arousal.
“Well, aren’t you just soaked,” he teased, running the blunt head of his cock over her hole. “Bet you’re tight as fuck, baby.”
“Fuck me and find out,” Y/N breathed. Desperation laced every word and every action as she pushed back into him again.
Mike chuckled but lined himself up, one hand sliding up her back to grip her hair, wrapping it around his hand once before tugging back. Y/N’s head snapped up, eyes meeting Mike’s. “Eyes on me, Y/N. You look away and I’ll stop. Understood?”
“Yes, Mike.”
“Good girl,” he praised before he pushed in slowly, both of them groaning as Y/N’s cunt stretched around Mike’s blunt head. It was an incomparable feeling, stretching around Mike. He was big – long and thick to the point of near-discomfort. Y/N moaned when he was fully seated, his hips pressing into her.
“Shit, Mike.”
“Fuck,” Mike moaned, fingers digging further into her hip. “Fuck, you’re made for me, Y/N.”
There it was. Him saying her name with that lust-filled, raspy voice. Y/N could have come to those words alone, but then he started to move – experimentally at first before quickly picking up speed to a steady rhythm. Every thrust pushed Y/N into the sink counter and Y/N knew her hips would have bruises in them tomorrow. Good. She wanted something to remember tonight by.
Mike moved, pulling out and pushing back in, an erotic low groan filling the bathroom.
“Faster,” Y/N panted, watching Mike. She needed more. He still had Y/N’s hair wrapped around his fist, and he tugged on it until she practically bent in half before pulling out and slamming home. Y/N let out a choked gasp, wanting him to do it again.
Mike did, setting a punishing pace that had Y/N struggling to breathe and pushed out choked moans at every thrust. Mike leaned over her, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “You like it when I fuck you like this, Y/N?” His lips ghosted across the back of her neck. “Yeah, I know you do. It’s how I know you’re made for me, baby.”
“Say it again.”
Mike locked eyes with Y/N through the mirror, a devilish smirk transforming his features. Shit, he looked so sexy and powerful. “What? That you’re made for me? Shit, baby, my cock fits so perfectly inside you– mmmfuck.” Mike changed his angle, hitting deeper. “Can’t wait to fuck your face next time. See if your mouth fits me just as good.”
Y/N’s eyes threatened to roll. Mike’s dirty talk was…perfection. Her walls clenched around him, and the sound of skin slapping on skin had taken on a wet note. “Fuck, I’msowet, Mike.”
“Shit, I know,” Mike groaned, head tipping back for a moment. He grabbed Y/N’s arms and folded them behind her back so they bent at the elbows and her hands cupped her elbows. “Keep ‘em there, baby.” He spread her legs farther apart and then reached forward to wrap a hand around her neck.
“Oh, fuck.”
Mike chuckled, squeezing her neck. Her air supply thinned and Y/N pressed back against Mike. He smiled mirthlessly and fucked her harder, squeezing her throat. “I knew you’d like it, baby.” He watched her face turn red – Y/N didn’t even try to breathe. She couldn’t, not with him fucking her with such power while stealing her air. Just when she thought she was about to pass out, Mike loosened his grip.
Y/N sucked in as much air as she could, choking and coughing and moaning.
“Shit, baby, you hugged my cock so tight.”
Y/N whimpered and then Mike’s hand was wrapping around her throat again, squeezing until she was red in the face. Wetness flooded her system and– “Oh, shit,” she garbled.
She had to come. Now.
Y/N reached back to grip the front of Mike’s sweater. She couldn’t get the words out to Mike that she was close – she was too overrun with the sensations Mike was causing. Her pussy stretched around Mike’s cock with every thrust, and his grip was so tight he was definitely going to leave fingerprints. That thought alone brought her closer to the edge. She wanted him to mark every inch of her body.
“Mike.” A low keening sound came out of Y/N’s mouth. It got louder as she got closer, but Mike made no indication of stopping. If anything, he sped up. Her thighs shook with delight as she fought to stave off the inevitable.
It couldn’t be over already.
“Come on, Y/N,” Mike taunted, hand reaching around her to play with her clit. “Come all over my cock.”
Mike’s fingers on her clit was too much. This wasn’t heaven. This was drowning. She’d been tied to an anchor and thrown overboard. But Y/N had never been so excited to drown.
The keening moan transformed into an ear-splitting scream as she came with a force like never before. Her vision turned white and Mike had to let go of her throat to hold her up, even as he continued to thrust in and out of her. Somewhere far off, she could hear Mike.
“Mmm, fuck, Y/N. Can’t wait to fuck this pussy again. Bet no one fucks you this good.”
Meanwhile he still thrusted into her, rubbing tight precise circles into her clit to draw out her orgasm.
“Ohmygod. Stop.” Y/N pushed Mike’s hand away from her clit, panting heavily and beyond overstimulated now. “No more.”
“Sorry, baby,” Mike kissed the back of her neck. “But it’s my turn now. And I feel like marking this perfect ass.” He pushed her chest flat against the counter, hands on her hips as he jackhammered into her. Still sensitive from her recent orgasm, it was too much for Y/N, and she felt a second orgasm on the horizon.
“Jesus. Fuck. This pussy feels so good.”
Y/N couldn’t see straight. “Mike.”
“Gonna come all over your ass, baby. Mark it.” He enunciated his claim with a smack to Y/N’s ass cheek that had her lurching forward. “Shit, Y/N. I’m close.”
“Mgonnacumagain,” Y/N slurred, craning her neck to see Mike through the mirror’s reflection. His eyes were half-closed, head tilted slightly toward the ceiling in bliss. His shirt was tousled, his hair was mussed, and his lips were still dark and puffy from their kissing earlier.
He looked like a fucking sex god.
“Do it.” Mike spanked her again, tugging her hair back so he could watch as she shattered around his cock for a second time. She hadn’t even fully come down from her high when he was pulling out of her and pushing her skirt up.
“Oh, shit. Oooohhhhshit,” Mike moaned as he pumped himself over Y/N’s ass cheeks, watching the white ropes decorate her unblemished skin. His head was still red and swollen and he was sure he wouldn’t be getting Y/N and her made-for-him pussy out of his system any time soon, but he could be patient. He wiped himself on her ass before tucking his cock back into his jeans, not even touching the zipper before yanking some toilet paper off the roll and cleaning her up as best as he could.
He pulled her skirt back in place before pinning her between his body and the sink counter, her ass pressing against him. He rested his hands on the marble only either side of her, effectively blocking her in. “So, sex dreams, huh?”
Y/N rolled her eyes with a huff and leaned forward to fix her smudged lipstick with a shaking hand, giving Mike the perfect opportunity to play with her hair. He wrapped it around his fist again, but made no motion to tug on it. “Bet someone feels pretty good about themselves.”
“Yeah, but I also just fucked the best pussy of all time so that may have something to do with it. You’re going to have to give me specifics about those dreams before I fuck you again. Wanna make sure I live up to your fantasies.”
“Fuck off, Wheeler.”
“Not a chance, baby. But I’ll happily fuck you again.”
warnings: smut, 18+, mini, p in v, oral (both receiving), fingering, some more things? I'm a sucker for tutor!Mike
Y/N paced the length of her room, nervous eyes darting over to the large sheet of construction paper on her desk. She’d called Mike over thirty minutes ago – what was taking him so long? Downstairs, her parents’ laughter rang through the house, wine glasses clinking. It was late on Friday, and she still hadn’t started the project due Monday.
But Mike could help her. He was only her tutor, and even though he’d never helped her with Biology, she knew he tutored in it as well.
Tap tap tap.
Y/N spun toward her window. Mike crouched on the garage roof on the other side, an impatient glare on his angular face. Y/N rushed forward and pushed the window up. Mike stumbled in, catching himself on the sill before he could faceplant on the white rug.
“Thanks for coming, Mike,” she said softly.
“Wanna tell me what I’m doing here?” He unfurled on his feet, straightening to his full height. “And why I had to crawl through your window?”
“It’s ten thirty on a Friday night. If my parents saw a boy at the door…” Y/N grimaced, letting him connect the dots.
“You could have just told them I have no intention of fucking you,” Mike scowled. Y/N’s chest tightened at the expression. Mike smiled at his friends, but he never smiled at her. He wasn’t really nice to her either. She’d never figured out why he treated her so coldly.
“First of all, if I ever said the word ‘fucking’ in that context, my mother would probably shove a bar of soap in my mouth and push me down the stairs.” Mike’s brows rose. “Second of all, it doesn’t matter. No guests after nine. Period. Girl or guy.” Y/N crossed her arms, cocking a hip. “So, Wheeler, that’s why you had to come – and will be leaving – by window.”
Something flickered across Mike’s face that had his eyes sharpening and lips twitching. “What did you need help with? You were pretty vague on the phone.”
Y/N sighed, uncrossing her arms. Mike followed curiously behind her, brows raising when she flipped the large sheet of paper. Two giant diagrams of the female reproductive system had been glued in the middle, information lines branching out from it.
“That’s a vagina.”
“I know that.” Y/N sighed. “It’s for Biology class. I have to hand in my presentation on Monday and I need your help.”
“Christ, Y/N.” Mike pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m your tutor, Y/N. Not your homework-doer. Besides. I’m pretty sure you’re more familiar with that part of the body.” He glanced down at her crotch to emphasize his point.
“I need your help deciding what information to add for each point. No more than five points each, and I need help choosing what information matters most. And I know you’re good at picking out the most important details. Please?” She gave her best doe eyes, pushing onto her toes. Another flicker of that something flashed in Mike’s eyes.
“Jesus, fuck. Fine.” He held out his hand for the textbook, and Y/N handed it over, the book still open to the correct chapter. He dropped onto her mattress like it was his room. Mike groaned. “This is not what I planned to be doing for my Friday night.”
Y/N scoffed and leaned against her desk. “Oh, please. If you had plans you would have told me to eat glass.”
“I still might, with what you’re making me read.” Mike propped a knee up, resting the opposite ankle on it. She could hear the faint rustle of pages. Mike’s shallow breathing. The quiet hum of the house around them. “What are we starting with?”
“Cervix.”
He let out a low groan. “Unbelievable.”
Y/N rolled her eyes but kept silent and watched Mike as he read, his expression shifting from annoyance to reluctant interest. After a moment, he listed several key points, his voice steadier now. She wrote them down in her neat handwriting, forcing herself not to think about how he was laid out on her bed like he belonged there.
“What’s next?” he finally asked.
Y/N glanced at the diagram. “The clitoris.”
“I’m throwing myself out of that window.” Mike looked over at Y/N. “I seriously don’t need to know so much about the vagina. This is kind of ruining my love for it.”
Y/N swallowed thickly. “Try to stay on topic.”
Mike was silent for a moment, staring at the page for a long second. When he looked up again, something in his expression had changed. Not flat or irritated. Just…interest.
“Did you know,” he said slowly. “It has around eight thousand nerve endings.”
“No.” But that would explain why she could suddenly feel the cotton of her underwear pressing too tightly against her, barely enough friction.
He looked at Y/N. “How are you not like…writhing around right now? It’s, like, super sensitive.”
Y/N felt scrutinized under Mike’s curious gaze. The only reason she wasn’t writhing around right now was because he was here. “I don’t think it works like that.”
“Eight thousand nerve endings, Y/N. That makes it extremely sensitive to touch.”
Y/N couldn’t look at Mike when he stared at her like that, his voice rasping. “Is the textbook still ruining your love for the vagina?”
“No. It’s making me curious now.” Mike abandoned the textbook on the bed, silently padding over to where Y/N sat on her desk. “How do you girls stay quiet when it’s so sensitive?”
What was he playing at?
Y/N cocked a brow. “What makes you think we’re quiet?”
Mike smirked, fingers grazing the inside of her knee. Y/N’s bold facade hesitated, her breath stuttering. “I guess I’m only interested to know if you’re quiet, Y/N.”
“This is not part of the project.” Y/N shook her head, reaching forward to push his hand back to his side. Long fingers wrapped around her wrist first, and Mike pinned her hand to her desk, grabbing the other one before she could use it. He pulled it across her chest and planted it on top of the other one, fingers tangling with hers. “Mike?”
“I’m curious, Y/N.” Mike’s palm flattened on the inside of her thigh, pushing them apart and moving in slowly. His hand was warm and rough as it slid under her nightgown, fingertips dragging across her overheated skin. His fingers smoothed over the front of her panties, but didn’t move lower where she had suddenly begun to pulse. He leaned in, lips hovering over her jaw. His brown eyes were dark and intoxicating as he stared into her. “Do you know how it works? The clit. Because you say it doesn’t work like that, but you can’t stop rubbing your thighs together.”
Shock parted Y/N’s lips, but nothing came out. She didn’t even know she’d been doing that.
“How about a little Biology lesson, Y/N?” His hand drifted fractionally lower. “I’ll show you how sensitive the clit is and you show me how quiet you can be.”
“You’re not my biology tutor, Mike.”
Mike’s fingers tightened around Y/N’s. “If you don’t know how sensitive your clit can be then you need one.”
His finger pressed down on Y/N’s clit, circling tight. Her hips bucked, a loud gasp falling from her. Mike watched her closely, circling again.
“Oh.”
“That’s not very quiet, Y/N.” He pulled his hands away, dropping into her desk chair. His slim fingers wrapped around Y/N’s ankles, guiding them to his knees. When he widened his legs, Y/N’s did too, and he pushed her knees to fall outward. His eyes dropped to her core, her pussy heating under his stare.
“Red, huh?” Mike smirked, thumb running down her clothed slit. “It’s like you’re asking me to put my hands on you. Lean back.”
Y/N did, Mike lust-heavy eyes watching her. Propped up on her elbows, legs spread, and cheeks flushed from arousal – she knew Mike liked what he saw by the way his eyes darkened and he wet his lower lip, the tip of his tongue darting out to pass over it.
Shit. He had a nice mouth.
“Lift your hips.” Mike’s fingers wrapped in the sides of her underwear, pulling slightly. When she raised her hips just the slightest, he ripped them down her legs, tossing them over his shoulder onto the bed. “If you’re too loud, I’ll shove those so far down your throat you choke. Do you understand?”
Cool air brushed against Y/N’s pussy and she clenched. “Yes, Mike.”
“Such a good student,” Mike praised, yanking her hips closer to the edge of the desk. He picked up her compact mirror, pushing it into Y/N’s hand. “Look.”
He helped Y/N angle the mirror until she was staring at her own pussy. It glistened with arousal, the skin flushed a darker shade. Mike’s fingers crept into the reflection and Y/N’s breath caught. He gently pulled her apart, a finger sliding through her.
“You’re already so wet, Y/N, and I’ve barely touched you. See this?” His finger crept upwards, grazing a spot that had her trembling and gasping. “That’s your clit, Y/N. Feels good, yeah?”
Y/N nodded, head rolling when he touched it again. Tightness pooled low in her belly, and her breasts turned heavy under the nightgown, nipples hardening. It was hard to keep her head up and not drop it back, but watching Mike’s finger circle her clit and feeling the sensations of his actions was an addicting combination. She watched her pussy clench, more arousal dripping down.
“Oh, fuck.” Mike collected the arousal on his finger, smearing it upwards. “Look at your fucking pussy.”
His slick fingers circled harder. Faster. Y/N’s grip on the mirror tightened and her hips…rolled. Mike flicked his fingers again, eyes watching Y/N as her body repeated the actions. More arousal glistened around her entrance, Mike collecting and smearing it all over every time, whispering under his breath, “Shit, Y/N.”
Y/N bit down into her lower lip to muffle a moan, eyes rolling into the back of her head. She could barely focus on the mirror now, and every time she did, she just got wetter. Her head was tilted back toward the ceiling, mirror forgotten in her hand as Mike’s fingers circled her clit in precise, tight circles. Her toes curled.
“Mike, I— ohgod.”
“You wanna come, Y/N?”
Her eyes closed. “I…”
“Look at me.” Mike’s pupils were blown wide with desire, his cheeks flushed as he continued to rub Y/N’s clit. “Tell me you’ve had an orgasm before.”
Y/N blushed and Mike’s hand slowed. “Um…”
Mike’s eyes rolled, but not in a condescending way. More like…how Y/N did when Mike played with her.
“Fuck.” Mike surged forward, hands slamming down on the desk and lips capturing Y/N’s. He tasted like mint, his lips soft yet punishing. “You’re fucking perfect, Y/N.”
Y/N’s fingers tangled in Mike’s soft hair, tugging at the strands. His tongue swiped her bottom lip, then brushed against hers. His hips settled between hers, the jean rough against her oversensitive skin. “Mike?”
Mike’s hand slipped between their bodies, fingers smacking her clit. “As much as I wanna hear you scream, you need to be quiet. Wouldn’t want your parents to walk in on me fucking you, would we?”
Y/N shook her head, and Mike pulled back, settling back in the chair. He spread her apart as he had before, watching in fascination as she glistened under the bedroom light. Mike leaned forward and spat, the glob of saliva splattering on the sensitive flesh.
“Oh.”
Mike’s eyes landed on Y/N, the look in them threatening to drown Y/N. Darkness. Desire. Domination. “You liked that?”
Y/N nodded and Mike did it again, slapping her clit. “Shit!” It came out harsh and quiet, but Mike still gave her a warning look, leaning lower over the apex of her thighs.
“I’ll shove those panties down your throat and replace them with my cock if you won’t be quiet, Y/N.”
Oh, fuck.
“Sorry, Mike.”
Mike didn’t reply, but he kept his eyes locked with Y/N’s as he lowered all the way and latched his lips around Y/N clit and sucked. Hard.
Her heels dug into the tops of Mike’s thighs, her fingernails digging into the sensitive skin of her palms as her back arched. Oh my God.
A silent gasp tore her lips open as his tongue circled her clit then flattened against her slit, licking upwards. His eyes were still on her, cataloguing every hitch of her breath and roll of her eyes. When her hips twitched, he snaked his arms under her thighs, fingers digging into the crevices just below her hip bone to keep her still.
“You look so good like this, Y/N. All spread out just for me,” he murmured between licks. What his mouth did and said made it impossible for Y/N to keep still and quiet. Little whimpers began to slip out, and her hips began to rock despite Mike’s bruising grip. When he hummed against her core, the vibrations making stars spark in her vision, she buried one hand in his hair, fingers curling against his scalp. She held him against her – as if Mike had any intention of moving away – and this time Mike didn’t hum against her.
He moaned.
The vibrations were stronger and the heat in Y/N’s core began to tingle and expand until it became too much to bear. Her lids dropped, eyes glazing over and lips parting as she arched inward. A low-pitched groan fell out of her, long and needy as she came all over Mike’s encouraging tongue. He watched her as she shattered under his gaze, his tongue alternating between licking and sucking to draw out her orgasm as long as possible.
When he finally let her push him away, Mike sat back in the chair, a satisfied smirk on his arousal-coated lips. He didn’t wipe it away, which made the sight all the more hotter. “That was probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Y/N huffed a soft laugh, shocks of pleasure still making her hips twitch. Mike ran a soothing hand up and down one of her calves. When she finally sat forward, he stopped but kept his hand wrapped around her leg. “You probably should have shut me up. I don’t think I was very quiet.”
“I’ll remember that. Are you ready for your next lesson?”
Y/N’s eyes widened, locking with his. “Next lesson?” She’d barely survived the first.
Mike’s smirk turned predatory, and he reached for her nightgown, pushing it back up around her hips. “Come on, Y/N. I know you’ve got it in you. You’re going to touch yourself and I’m gonna watch.”
“I–I haven’t…”
“I’ll teach you.” Mike’s hands ghosted down the outsides of her thighs, pulling them apart at the knees. “It’s what a good tutor does, baby.”
Y/N nibbled her lip as Mike’s words replayed in her mind. He was a damn good tutor and she never wanted him to stop teaching her. “I’ve tried,” she felt the need to explain. “But I felt awkward and I didn’t know what I was doing…”
Mike smiled. “Give me your hand.” He bent all her fingers into her palm except for her middle and ring fingers. “You want to make sure everything is really well lubricated. You’re fucking drenched, baby, but you can never be too wet.”
The sight of Mike’s soft lips wrapping around her fingers, and the feel of his tongue swirling around them, warm and wet, had Y/N panting after him like a fucking dog. Her heart raced, and she knew she was getting wetter at the sight. His brown eyes told her he knew exactly what he was doing to her, and he released her fingers with a pop.
“Perfect.” He guided her hand down between her legs, pushing them between her folds and collecting the wetness. When she brushed her clit, the shock of pleasure had her hips bucking. Mike smiled, unperturbed, and curled the tip of her finger, guiding it inside her.
The intrusion was unfamiliar to Y/N, her walls clenching and unclenching around her finger as Mike pushed her finger all the way in. Hand cupping hers, he pulled it out and then pushed back in slowly.
“Feel good, baby?” He purred. Y/N nodded. The pleasure felt like it had when Mike had eaten her out, but not so intense. Yet. She knew what would come and excitement had her clenching around her own finger. Mike pulled his hand away. “Keep going.”
When he pushed his fingers into her face, Y/N obediently opened her mouth, sucking on his index finger and swirling her tongue around the digit just like he had done to hers, watching him. Mike praised her, a soft yea, baby, before lowering his hand and cupping hers again. When she pulled her finger out, he slid his up against hers.
Mike pushed their fingers in together, moaning when Y/N clamped down on him. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
“Oh…Mike.”
“Yeah, baby. Fuck you feel so good.”
Mike’s mouth was total trouble. What it did. What it said. Y/N stared at it with want. She wanted him to kiss her. Lick her. Ravish her. His finger moved in perfect tandem with hers, curling upward and hitting a spot that had her gasping in shock.
“That spot right there? That won’t be in your textbook.” Mike hit it again. And again.
“Mike,” she whined when he retracted his finger.
He leaned back in the chair, reaching for his zipper. “Keep going, baby. Wanna watch.”
Y/N thought it would be awkward and nerve-wracking to have Mike sit back and watch her finger herself, but all she felt was empowerment. She exhaled breathily, sinking two fingers into herself. It wasn’t as tight of a fit without Mike’s finger, but the stretch still felt exquisite. She whispered his name, moaning when he pulled himself out of the confines of his jeans, stroking himself.
“Damn, you look so good like that, Y/N.” Mike’s head rolled back before he refocused on Y/N. “Fingering yourself like a perfect little slut.” He bent forward and spat, knowing how much Y/N loved it. She did, swirling her fingers in his saliva before pushing back in.
“Fuck, baby. Don’t be greedy. Share.” Mike ran his fingers through Y/N’s folds, collecting her arousal on them before smearing it over his cock. He was hard, the tip flushed a deep shade of red that looked painful. Precum leaked from the tip in small, clear pearls that made Y/N lick her lips.
She wanted to taste him.
“Shit. Keep looking at me like that and you’ll find yourself screaming my name.” Mike’s eyes were dark with warning but clouded over by lust. He wanted Y/N just as badly.
“I thought—mmf—you wanted to see how quiet I could be?” Y/N’s fingers picked up their pace, the pleasure in her belly building.
“Only because I don’t want your dad barging with his shotgun. If I had it my way, you’d be screaming for me at the top of your lungs, Y/N.”
Y/N’s eyes rolled, her thighs twitching. “Mike, I…ohhh. M’gonna come.”
“Not yet.”
Y/N shook her head, eyes slamming shut. Too late. Her thighs trembled and her fingers moved faster. Messier. “I’m coming, Mike. Oh, fuck. Mike!”
Her hips lifted off the desk as she came, pleasure warming her entire body. Her fingers moved desperately. More. She needed more.
Mike had leaned forward, watching the arousal drip from her core as she pulled her fingers out. And when she reached out to Mike and he eagerly sucked her fingers into his mouth, her body disintegrated into want and desire.
“You taste so good, Y/N.”
His grip around her hand was featherlight as he sucked her clean. When he let her go, kissing her wrist, Y/N’s eyes dropped. He was still stroking himself, and the dark red had become a purpley tinge, the head weeping.
“Mike…”
“See what you do to me, Y/N? “ His hand caressed her jaw, gripping the back of her head. “You make me want you so bad.”
Y/N’s hands slipped over his shoulders, intertwining behind his neck. He let go of himself to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her closer. His lips silenced any sound that came out of Y/N and nibbled on her lower lip.
“Mike,” she begged, back arching and hips rolling. Her wet core brushed Mike’s cock, the blunt head catching on her clit. A choked gasp fell out, Y/N’s body yearning for it again. Mike gave it to her, thrusting his own hips forward. Hot bursts of pleasure erupted wherever he touched her, and Y/N whimpered for him under her breath. “Please.”
He groaned, hips still rolling against Y/N’s. “Get on your knees. Wanna see you choke on my cock.”
Y/N moved to the edge of the desk, and just before her toes touched the carpeted floor, she looked up at Mike. “I don’t know how. Will you help me learn? You are a great tutor.”
Mike exhaled harshly, pulling her to her feet before pushing her onto her knees. “Fuck, Y/N. You can’t say things like that and expect me to be okay.” He fisted himself, watching Y/N eye the size of him from the new angle. She would choke on him – he’d make sure of it. “Open your mouth.”
Y/N did, letting him rest the head of his cock on her tongue, rubbing it back and forth. He was heavy and firm on her tongue as he pushed in further, his free hand holding her head. Eyes hooded with lust, Mike watched his cock disappear in Y/N’s mouth, her dark, puffy lips framing his engorged cock.
“You have no idea how good you look like this, Y/N,” Mike rasped, thrusting in again, moving deeper. “No idea.”
When he hit the back of Y/N’s throat, she gagged, eyes rolling as she fought to keep her mouth open. Mike pulled out. “Breathe through your nose and try and swallow around me.”
Y/N nodded. She was ready when he hit the back of her throat again. She still choked, but less this time. When her throat tightened around him, Mike jerked, breathing heavily. “Such a good student,” he praised between breaths.
She pulled her head back, smearing the saliva around his head with her lips, remembering a conversation she’d overheard in the bathroom about how guys liked head to be given. Messy, they’d said. She reached forward without any instruction, wrapping her lips around him like a popsicle and sucked. Mike’s eyes fluttered shut as he moaned, his grip tightening.
“Relax your jaw. Use your tongue.” When she did, he pushed in further. Her tongue massaged the underside of his cock as she bobbed her head, Mike’s hands keeping the hair out of her face. As she got more comfortable, she got faster. Sucked harder.
When she pulled back to swirl her tongue around the weeping head and ran her tongue over his slit, Mike’s knees buckled, eyes rolling. “Fuuuuck.”
Y/N stared up at him, whispering his name with reverence.
“Open your mouth.” He adjusted his grip on the sides of her head, pulling her hair back into a makeshift ponytail. “Gonna fuck that pretty mouth.”
Y/N did open her mouth, and Mike did fuck it. Slow, rough thrusts that had Y/N choking and spluttering around Mike’s cock every time. But her eyes begged him not to stop, so he picked up the pace, abusing the back of her throat. Her throat would be sore tomorrow, and the thought that it being because of his cock only pushed Mike to go harder.
Y/N could take it.
Her pretty innocent eyes stared up at him, tears welling at the corners that she let spill down her flushed cheeks. She looked a fucking angel, and he was the Devil, tainting her purity. Her fingers dug into the muscle of his thighs, whimpers vibrating around his cock.
Holy fuck he had to come.
It came out of nowhere – the tightening in his balls, the pressure at the base of his spine. Mike shook his head.
No. It couldn’t end already.
Mike yanked himself back, cock bobbing at the sudden inattention. “Stand up,” he demanded breathlessly.
Y/N did on shaking legs, and Mike spied arousal glistening down the insides of her thighs. Fuck. Getting face-fucked did it for her, huh? He’d have to remember that for the next time. Her eyes struggled to focus on him through the lust in them, her fingers tangling in Mike’s hair as he pulled her in.
His kiss was unforgiving, his cock pressed between their bodies. He guided her backwards, following her when she fell on the bed and catching himself before he could crush her. When her hands drifted down over his shoulders and slipped under his shirt, nails scraping the skin, Mike’s resolve crumbled. He nudged her legs open wider, settling between her hips. He rolled his hips, thrusting himself through her folds, coating himself in her wetness.
“God, Y/N. You feel so good.”
Y/N’s nails dug into his lower back, leaving eight red lines on his skin. “Just imagine how good I’ll feel when you fuck me.”
Mike groaned. “You’ve been teasing me all night, talking like that. You think I won’t fuck you just because you’re a virgin, Y/N?” She stared up at him. Mike lowered his head, lips brushing hers. “Good thing I’m your tutor, baby.”
Mike fisted himself at the base, squeezing firmly. It felt good, but would be nothing compared to the feeling of Y/N wrapped around him. He ran his engorged head through her puffy folds, the wetness coating every inch of him. Oversensitive and practically delirious with need, Mike moaned. “God, this pussy’s gonna feel so fucking good around my cock.”
“Mike,” she begged.
He lined himself up at her entrance, his free hand hovering over her clit. “Deep breath, baby.”
Y/N inhaled, and he circled her clit a millisecond before he pushed in, exhaling harshly when her hips bucked and pushed herself further onto him.
“Ohmygooooood. Fuck,” he cursed. He pulled out slightly and rolled his hips, still distracting Y/N with clitplay. But by the rolling eyes and fluttering walls, she was loving every second of it.
“Shit, Mike. You feel so good.”
“Yeah?” He pushed in all the way, seating himself to the hilt. Y/N let out of a broken gasp, fingers twisting his shirt. She hugged every inch of his cock so tightly it was nearly impossible to move. “Fuck, baby, you’re tight.”
“You’re–unnghh–you’re so big.”
If Y/N expected Mike to be gentle, she had the wrong guy. Mike pulled out before plunging back in, hissing when he hit her cervix. A gasping sob escaped Y/N and she gripped his shoulders until her fingers left halfmoons in his skin.
“Oh, f-fuuuck!”
Mike gripped Y/N’s hip, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. He pulled out and slammed home again, skin heating all over when she cried out for him.
“Yeah, fuck. Say my name, baby.”
“Mike!” She cried. He thrusted in again, a little slower this time but just as deeply. “I…I don’t think I can be quiet.”
Mike huffed, reaching for the foot of the bed where her red panties had been thrown, shoving them between her lips. Y/N’s eyes bulged in surprise, rolling when he emphasized his action with a particularly deep thrust. “I told you if you couldn’t be quiet I’d make you choke on them.”
“Mmmk.”
“Shame.” Mike began to thrust faster. Harder. Chasing a release that wasn’t nearly far enough away. He wanted to stay inside her forever. “I was looking forward to hearing you scream my name.”
She whimpered behind the panties spilling from her mouth, saliva dampening the edges.
“You have no idea how fucking good you look.” She clenched around him, eyes clouded with desire. “Feel. Fuck, Y/N.”
Muffled moans still slipped out, urging Mike to give her moremoremore, just as she asked. Skin slapping against skin reached his ears, making it difficult to set a steady pace. Her nails raked down his back through his shirt, the pain sending pleasure straight to his cock.
Mike pulled out, flipping Y/N over onto her stomach and yanking her up by her hips. In the reflection of her full-length body mirror, he saw Y/N’s eyes widen in surprise. She shook her head, pulling out the underwear. “Mike…I can’t.”
“You can.” He reached over her, pushing the underwear back into her mouth and then shoving her head into the comforter. Hand still on the back of her head, he leaned in until his lips brushed her ear. “What kind of a tutor would I be if I didn’t teach you all the positions?”
Y/N was even tighter in this position, her full, round ass in the air. Mike slid in slowly, moaning as she fluttered around his cock and whimpered beneath him, trying to push herself up onto her hands to relieve the intensity. Mike pushed her back down with a firm hand between her shoulder blades. When he pulled his hips back and snapped them forward, Y/N’s pleasured sob nearly broke Mike.
“Look at you, fuck, taking my cock so well.” He fucked into her again, developing a steady, deep rhythm. With each thrust, the tip of his cock hit a little deeper, and Y/N’s moans became more uncontrolled. More desperate.
Somehow Mike knew when Y/N moaned his name around her underwear, reaching back. He grabbed her hand, interlacing his fingers with hers and pinning it to the middle of her back. Her fingers tightened and flexed with Mike’s every thrust as she sobbed for release. Her thighs trembled faintly, desire running down the insides.
“Can you be quiet, Y/N?”
Y/N shook her head, but Mike didn’t particularly care. He reached down and pulled out the underwear, tossing it over his head. She’d have to be quiet now – there was no alternative. Her free hand slapped over her mouth just in time to muffle a cry. Mike grabbed it too, yanking it behind her back and pinning it with her other arm.
He ignored her, still leaned over her, and pounded into her at a punishing pace, skin slapping so loud he was sure her parents downstairs could hear.
But no footsteps sounded on the stairs.
So Mike kept fucking Y/N, whispering filth in her ear.
“This soaking cunt takes me so good, Y/N. You take my cock so well.” He leaned over her, a hand between her shoulder blades. “You’re gonna let me fuck it again, right?”
Y/N nodded, the side of her face pressed into the blanket and eyes unseeing ahead of her. He was sure she didn’t even hear him before nodding, but it didn’t matter. He’d found his new salvation, and he wasn’t letting go of it. Bracing his weight on the hand holding Y/N’s hands behind her back, Mike wrapped his other arm under Y/N, fingers deftly finding her clit.
“Shit!” Y/N’s hips bucked at the additional pleasure, pushing Mike deeper into her than he’d even been before. “Ohmy– Mike.”
“Fuck, baby, say it again.”
“Mike,” she cried, slightly muffled from the blanket. “God. Fuck. Your cock feels good.”
Mike’s head tilted back, eyes on the ceiling fan as he fought to stave off his impending orgasm. “Fuck, Y/N. You can’t say those things.”
“Why–ohh, shit. Yes.”
Mike changed his angle, hitting that spot with every thrust. Y/N let out a low groan, one of the sexiest noises she’d made all night. She writhed beneath him, hips rolling and walls clenching as she fought to keep her sounds muffled.
“Mike, I—” Y/N couldn’t finish her sentence, mouth popping open in a silent scream.
“Jesus. Fuck.” Her cunt was clenching him harder now. “You gonna come, Y/N? Yeah? Come all over my cock?”
“Yes!”
Mike kept his fingers on her clit, biting his lip to muffle his own moans as Y/N’s pussy gripped so hard she nearly pushed him out. She didn’t, and the strangulation around his cock felt like fucking heaven.
And then Y/N was coming, her face one of pure ecstasy in the mirror. Mike kept his strokes steady, making sure to hit deep each time. Her back and arms locked but her thighs shook as wetness flooded around Mike’s cock and slid down her thighs. A high-pitched wine rang out and Mike cursed in response, low and filthy.
“Fuck, Y/N. Come around my fucking cock.”
“Miiiike.” Her body slumped forward as she came down from her orgasm, but Mike was still thrusting into her with deep, controlled thrusts that picked up speed as the pressure in the bottom of his spine grew. He grabbed Y/N’s hair and yanked, her head snapping up straight. Mike stared at her reflection in the far-off mirror. Her eyes were glazed over, mascara running down her teary, flushed cheeks. Her lips were parted in an ‘O’ shape. She looked like a dream.
“Oh, fuck, Y/N.” Mike planted a foot on the bed. “M’gonna come, baby.”
“In me.” The words were no more than a whisper, but Mike heard them in his soul and groaned. He lost his rhythm and fucked into her senselessly, his last shred of gentleness forgotten in the lust-filled haze. When he finally came, he thrusted into Y/N so hard she fell forward onto her stomach with a cry.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, the feeling of Y/N’s pussy clenching around him too much to bear. “Yeah, milk my fucking cock.”
“Feels good,” Y/N whispered, wriggling beneath him. Mike gasped and gripped her hip tightly.
“Shit, don’t move, Y/N.”
She froze, and Mike slowly pushed himself up on his hands, as if he was about to do a pushup, and grimaced at the next part. Pulling out was going to be an oversensitive bitch.
“Mike?”
“Final lesson,” he huffed, biting his lip to swallow the whimper threatening to escape as he slowly pulled out. “A guy’s dick is super sensitive after sex.”
Y/N whipped her head to look over her shoulder and pinned a glare on Mike.
“You’re oversensitive?” She whisper-yelled. “You just gave me three orgasms in less than an hour.”
As if remembering all it had been through, Y/N’s pussy clenched, and Mike watched in rapt fascination as his cum slowly leaked out of her and onto the comforter.
Unable to help himself, Mike ran his finger through the milky white line and pushed a single finger back inside her.
Y/N moaned, hips unconsciously pushing back into him. “Mike.” A pointed don’t start despite her body’s reaction.
He chuckled at the sexy gravel in her voice, dropping a firm kiss to the globe of her ass. “Sorry, Y/N. You’re just so mesmerizing.”
Y/N huffed and pushed herself to her feet, collapsing onto the edge of the bed when her knees buckled. Mike caught her before she could slide off, moving her closer to the middle of the bed.
“Stay there. Do you have a towel?” Y/N gestured vaguely to her closet and Mike walked over, finding the towel hanging on the inside of the door. He walked back over, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Lie back.”
She did, albeit suspiciously, hissing in a breath when Mike ran the towel over her sensitive core and then the comforter. He tossed it in the corner on the floor when he was done. “There. Better.”
Y/N sat back up. “Thanks. You didn’t need to though.”
Mike pecked her lips, smiling when she eagerly kissed him back despite the exhaustion evident in every part of her body. “It’s called aftercare, baby. I’ll teach you about that too.”
Y/N groaned, falling into his side. “Give me, like, a week to recover.”
Mike chuckled, kissing her temple and staring over at her forgotten project. “You have a day. We didn’t finish your project. I’ll come back tomorrow. Through the front door.”
Y/N looked up at him. “Only if you actually help me with the project.”
He placed his hand high on her thigh, fingers inches from her still pulsing core. His intentions were clear. “No promises, Y/N. I’m a very thorough tutor. And there are so many more things I want to teach you.”
“Mike.”
Mike shrugged, leaning over on an elbow, post-sex eyes on her. “I just want to make sure you’re educated, Y/N. It may take a few more sessions. I’m sure you won’t mind though, right?”
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warnings: smut, 18+, mdni, fingering, p in v, creampie, dirty talk, slut shaming, public sex, domination, squirting, choking
Mike Wheeler stared across the library worktable at Y/N. She’d been fidgeting since she arrived just under an hour ago. Which was weird because Y/N, the Golden Girl of Hawkins High, didn’t fidget. She tapped her pen against her notebook three times, staring down at the one word she had written on the page.
Gluttony.
Her eyes glazed over as her mind went elsewhere, still tapping that fucking pen.
“Would you stop that?”
Y/N froze, her hand midtap. Her eyes slowly dragged up to him, their gazes clashing. Mike always thought her eyes were an impossible combination of sharp and soft. Observational and wicked, but also empathic and kind. They were more soft than sharp right now. Deceptively soft. “Pardon?”
“You’ve been tapping that pen for fifteen minutes straight. I’m your tutor, not your study buddy. Write something for me to review, or I’m out of here.” Mike had better things to do than sit around the library at nine-thirty on a Friday night.
Y/N crossed her legs, then uncrossed them. “Sorry. But it’s like I told Mrs. Laforte – I’m not good at writing out my ideas in a literary sense. They come out all jumbled.”
Oh, for fu– Mike took a deep breath. “Just write, Y/N. Whatever way works for you. Bullet points, short-form. We’ll smooth it out after you write it down. Just, please, for the love of God, write something.”
Y/N nodded, flushing. Mike felt a little bad about being so rude to her, but he’d been sitting there for an hour already, so his guilt was washed away by his annoyance. He didn’t know what he anticipated when he signed up to be an English tutor through the school, but wasting away from boredom wasn’t it. Helping Y/N with some English paper wasn’t it either. She would probably just ask him to write it, like all the other popular kids. It was a stupid assignment too – write a short story about your provided topic. How asinine. He could write it in his sleep.
Mike leaned back in his seat, arms crossed across his chest, and observed the floor they were on. The public library had five floors, and this one was always less inhabited because it was a silent floor. Hushed whispers only.
Taptaptap. Y/N tapped the open tip of her pen against the paper, blushing when she found him glaring at him. “Sorry.”
“What’s got you so jumpy? You jump less for cheer.”
Y/N glanced at him through thick lashes, eyes hesitant. “Nothing.”
Apparently, asking Y/N a personal question was something Mike should have done when she first got here because she finally started to write. He noted the bullet points paired with long-as-hell notes, which would be a pain in the ass to write out later because she was definitely over-explaining her point, but Mike didn’t stop her. She kept the notebook close as she wrote, nibbling on her lower lip whenever she paused to think. It was darker and swollen by the time she filled out the first page, flipping the paper impatiently. He couldn’t see much of her face when she bent over the desk like that, but he could see her mascara-coated eyelashes, the tip of her nose. Mike’s gaze trailed lower, taking in the slope of her neck to her shoulders, her collarbones, and– oh, fuck.
His attention caught by accident. The edges of a navy blue lace bra, the soft arc of skin, rising softly as she breathed. Mike tore his gaze away, jaw clenching. At this angle, he had a perfect view down Y/N’s loose sweater. He counted to ten in his head, breathing deeply and trying to ignore the tightening in his jeans.
He could not be attracted to Y/N. She was everything he wasn’t. Bright colours and Miss Popularity. Mike was muted colours and D&D. Plus, if Y/N needing help with this easy-as-fuck assignment was anything to go by, she was an airhead. The boys would never let him live it down if they found out he got hard over an airhead.
Shff shff went her pen, followed by the thwap of her turning the page. Apparently, she had some ideas, but would they be good? The assignment instructions clearly requested a story that grabs the reader’s attention. Mrs. Laforte wanted original ideas she hadn’t read before.
Y/N’s arm shifted, her breast bouncing.
Jesus. Fuck.
Mike leaned forward in his chair as Y/N’s hand slowed. “Are you done?”
“No, I, uh.” Y/N cleared her throat. “I feel like my imagery is kinda shitty honestly. I feel like it won’t catch any attention.” Her eyes landed on something over Mike’s shoulder and she stood up. “I have an idea. I’ll be right back.”
Mike watched her walk away, her cheer skirt swaying with every step. He slumped back into his chair with a huff, eyes falling on her abandoned notebook. She wrote in a loopy, messy scrawl – he always assumed she had Type-A neat-freak handwriting – that had him pulling the notebook closer to get a better look.
The foyer dripped in elegance and indulgence, the appetizer to what lurked deeper inside the castle. Three long lines of tables had been set up, each one representing the three most popular indulgences.The one on the far left was filled with every type of food imaginable, the colours and smells drawing her further in. The table on the right had towers of crystal glasses framing bowls and decanters, all filled with alcohol. But it was the middle table that drew her attention – the table that couldn’t be avoided.
She couldn’t count the bodies on it. They blended together as they moved. Where one ended another again, becoming one as cries of ecstasy echoed through the room. The orgie was in full swing with no indication of ending soon. One participant caught her eye, an invitational smile on his lips.
thwap. Mike flipped the page and skipped ahead.
She can’t tell him she’s about to come — her lips are parted in a permanent silent scream, eyes crossed and rolling back as she tightens her grip in his hair. His fingers fuck into Y/N at an unrelenting pace, her body battling between staying for more or running away. She needs to breathe. Collect herself. She begs for it, but Mike ignores her cries for a reprieve from his delectable torture, wrapping his other hand around her throat, dirty words falling from his lips as his fingers drive into her dripping pussy. She comes not with a cry or a sob but a scream that tears at her throat, hips rolling and jerking as she’s forced to face the intrusion of his fingers. White bursts behind her eyelids in the shape of stars and her ears ring. When she comes to, he’s smirking down at her, his fingers in his mouth. Y/N swallows, panting hard. An earth-shattering orgasm, and yet not nearly enough. She reaches for his belt. She needs more…
“Fuck,” Mike cursed under his breath. Y/N wasn’t an airhead. She was a fucking freak.
He gripped the notebook so hard his knuckles turned white. ‘Imagery is kinda shitty’ my ass, he thought to himself. He shifted in his seat, groaning when the zipper of his jeans pressed harder into his suddenly hard cock. He glanced back over his shoulder to where Y/N had gone.
The ROMANCE section.
Christ. She’d gone for inspiration.
Mike stood before he could think his actions through, checking each aisle for the signature green and white skirt, trimmed with orange. He found Y/N near the back, staring blankly at the bookshelf, a hand resting on the shelf but not reaching for anything in particular. She didn’t hear him approach from her right. Didn’t feel him press in close behind her until his arm entered her vision, reaching for one of the books on the shelf. His lips brushed the shell of her ear,
“I recommend this one if you’re looking for help with your imagery.”
Y/N jumped – barely – back brushing the front of his crewneck, the scent of her Dior perfume invading his senses. She smelt like soft amber – warm, smooth, sweet but slightly musky. He held it out for her to take, waiting the two seconds it took for her to hold out her hand. He dropped it gently, the sound of the paper cover tapping against Y/N’s palm adding to the growing tension between them.
“That said, I think your imagery is just fine. It sure caught my attention. Though, I’d recommend changing the names of your characters before you submit it. Mrs. Laforte may have some questions for us otherwise.”
He saw the side of Y/N’s face morph into one of confusion, her perfectly plucked brow furrowing. “I didn’t name the characters.”
“Oh, really?” Mike lifted the notebook, voice low as he read off the page. “‘His fingers fuck into Y/N at an unrelenting pace, her body battling between staying for more and running away. She needs to breathe. Collect herself. She begs for it, but Mike ignores her cries for a reprieve from his delectable torture, wrapping his other hand around her throat, dirty words falling from his lips as his fingers drive into her dripping pussy.’”
Y/N still faced away from him, and her eyes lowered to the floor as embarrassment made her cheeks flame. Not a word came out of her, and Mike raised his brows at her, even though she couldn’t see the action. “Want to tell me why it’s my name in your dirty little fantasy?”
“It’s not my dirty little fantasy.” Her voice was quiet. Soft. Meek.
Mike leaned down, pressing more firmly against her back. She shifted slightly, and he felt her ass press more firm against his crotch. Jesus Christ. “If you want me to believe that bullshit then look at me.”
Her eyes lifted slowly, first staring at the bookshelf in front of her before she turned her head, looking up at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were wide, unsure of what Mike was doing. Power raced through him at the prospect of controlling what came next. What he would do to her.
Mike dropped the notebook, pushing Y/N back until she hit the bookshelf. The book dropped from her hands. “Mike…”
“Shut up.” He caged her with his body, hands sliding and cupping her jaw, tilting her to look up at him. Her pulse raced beneath his hand, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. The sight was far more arousing than it should have been. She was an airhead.
It didn’t matter.
The pad of Mike’s thumb traced her bottom lip, tugging gently before pushing forward past it. “Suck it.”
He felt Y/N hesitate for a moment before he felt it – her tongue, wet and warm, stroking his thumb. Her cheeks hollowed and he pushed his finger in further, her tongue picking up its pace. What had only been a semi hard-on was now a full blown erection, pressing painfully against his zipper. Y/N choked slightly when he pushed his thumb in all the way, and excitement rushed through Mike when he considered how hard she’d choke on his cock.
That would wait.
There were other things that he needed more.
Mike ripped his thumb out, leaning down, his minty breath fanning Y/N’s face. Her hands landed on his chest, fingers gripping and twisting his sweater. “I’ll give you your fantasy. But I want to hear you say you want it, Y/N.”
It wasn’t for the sake of permission. Mike would take Y/N here and now with or without that verbal ‘yes’ – her body was already screaming for his and she didn’t even know it – but he wanted to watch her squirm. Wanted the Golden Girl to admit to herself that she wanted a Hawkins Loser to fingerfuck her in a public library.
“Yes.”
He nearly missed it. “‘Yes’ what?”
She glared up at him, but her pupils were blown wide, the colour drowned out. “Yes, I want you to fingerfuck me, Mike.” She tacked his name on in a breathless whisper that nearly had him abandoning his quickly-made plans. He slipped one hand down her body instead, hand roaming over the flesh of her breast and squeezing once before continuing its path. He lifted her skirt, fingers toying with the waistband of her panties. Mike paused.
“There are still other people on this floor, so try to be quiet.”
He didn’t bother palming her through her panties. His palm brushed her bald pussy, pushing his fingers through her folds and meeting no resistance. “Does writing usually make you this wet, Y/N? Or just writing about me?”
Y/N shifted her hips, subtly widening her stance. Her voice was deceptively soft, drawing him in closer to hear her. “Just you.”
Mike circled his middle finger over her entrance, smearing her arousal and dragging it up to her clit. “Have you written about me before?” Y/N shook her head, hips jerking when he pressed down on the sensitive nub. “Thought about me?”
A nod. “Yes.”
“And what do I do when you think about me?”
Y/N’s eyes dropped to his mouth, her lips parting. “Um…”
Just to tease her, Mike wet his lower lip, running his tongue slowly over it and watching Y/N as she leaned forward, breath hitching. “What do I do to you, Y/N?”
“Everything,” she admitted breathlessly. “But you always kiss me.”
Ah. An innocent place for her fantasy to start, but her writing indicated it wouldn’t last long. Mike leaned in, breathing in her seductive scent. Her lips were still parted, her chest flushed from arousal. She was coming apart and he’d barely touched her. Barely begun. His lips sealed over Y/N’s as he plunged his finger inside her, taking advantage of the shocked gasp that left her lips. He swallowed the noise, pushing his tongue into her mouth.
She tasted like the peach tea she’d brought with her, tongue tangling with his as she brought her arms around his neck, tugging him closer. Her nails scratched his scalp when he inserted a second finger, her pussy stretching around him.
“Fuck, Y/N. You’re tight.” He curled his fingers inside her, pressing on her g-spot. Y/N whimpered, hips rolling down into his hand.
“Mike. Please.”
“You’re not very good at being quiet,” he murmured, pulling at Y/N’s lower lip. “Guess I’ll have to make you shut up.” His free hand wrapped around Y/N’s throat, fingertips digging into the muscled flesh. Her eyes widened in shock, then rolled as he picked up his pace. He cupped her pussy with his palm, rocking his hand back and forth. In and out.
Mike didn’t fingerfuck Y/N. He ruined her.
The sound of her wetness could probably be heard across the floor – God, she was dripping – but Mike didn’t care. He wanted to watch her shatter around his fingers, then again on his cock. Her fingers dropped from around his neck, clawing at his chest. God, Y/N looked fucking beautiful, the soft shitty library lighting contrasting with the sharp, ragged breaths falling from her.
“P-please.”
“Jesus. You’re so fucking wrecked, Y/N. Golden Girl wanna come on the Loser’s fingers?”
“Mhm.” She bit her lip, stopping a sob from breaking free. “I’msoclose…Mike.”
Mike didn’t think he’d ever get tired of hearing his name fall from Y/N’s lips like that. Needy and desperate and breathless and broken. He leaned down, sucking her lower lip into his mouth and bit down until the taste of metal flooded his mouth. “Who knew you were such a dirty little slut under that skirt.”
“Ohmygod.”
“You like it when I call you a slut?” Y/N nodded as best she could with Mike’s fingers wrapped around her throat. “What if I called you my slut?”
“O-oh, fuck!” A choked sob followed, Y/’s legs giving out underneath her. Mike caught her before she collapsed on the floor, legs still spread and forcing her into a wide squat. Mike’s fingers were still fucking into her, the heel of his palm brushing her clit. Her body shook, hips jerking as she came with a force Mike had never seen before. Wetness coated his entire hand and wrist, even splashing on his sweater.
Y/N had fucking squirted. All over him in the library.
Holy fucking shit.
His slut. His freak.
Mike pulled his fingers out, ignoring Y/N’s overstimulated whimper, and yanked her to her feet. Her legs were still shaking but Mike didn’t care. He undid his belt and jeans hurriedly, pulling himself out. The tip was red and shiny with precum. He’d never been so painfully hard in his life.
“Mike…” She was staring wide-eyed at his cock, blinking heavily through the desire.
“Shut the fuck up, Y/N.” He reached down, lifting one of her legs until her knee was hooked in the crook of his elbow. Her eyes widened in shock. “Don’t look at me like that, Y/N. I’ve seen you cheer. I know exactly how flexible you are.”
Mike fisted the base of his cock, pushing himself through her folds once, then twice. That was all he had time for. He was too desperate to tease her more. He thrusted inside her in one long stroke, groaning when she clenched around him in delicious resistance.
“Mike.”
“Shut. Up.” He bottomed out, and gave Y/N no time to adjust to him before he pulled out and pushed back in, pulling her hips towards his until they came together with a sharp snap. A rattled gasp echoed through the shelves. Annoyance rippled through Mike. She couldn’t take a single fucking instruction. “I can’t shut you up in this position, Y/N. So you’re going to have to be a big girl and keep your mouth shut.”
He emphasized his point with another rough thrust.
Y/N crushed her lips against his, the soft whimper muffled by his mouth. She remained quiet as he he fucked into her, gripping the flesh of her hips, fingertips digging in. She felt like perfection in his arms, body moulding against his and arms wrapping around his neck. She tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging. He pushed in closer, tongue and teeth clashing with hers.
Every time Mike thrust in, Y/N clenched him so hard it felt like he was fighting to pull out. And when he pushed back in, her walls fluttered around his cock as if happy to have him buried inside her again.
“Christ, Y/N,” he breathed, adjusting his grip on her leg. “So fucking wet.”
“Your cock feels so good, Mike.”
“Yeah?” Mike rolled his hips, and Y/N groaned when he hit her cervix. He increased his pace. “My slut loves my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Say it,” he demanded, slowing his pace until it was painful, but he knew Y/N hated it too by the way her body tried to chase his. His grip on her hips kept her from succeeding.
“I love your cock, Mike. Mmmm…Fucks me so good.” She looked so fucked up, eyes lidded and glazed. Her lips were red and swollen from Mike kissing and biting them, and he tasted blood when he kissed her again, driving his cock into her.
“Shit. Fuck.” Mike’s hips faltered. He’d gotten so worked up before he even fucked Y/N that he wasn’t going to last long. She felt too good. Looked too good. “Y/N.”
“Mike.”
“Oh, fuck.” Mike’s head fell back and he forgot about being quiet. There was no space for hiding. Not when Y/N was clenching around him, fingers tangling in his hair and lips pulling the oxygen from his lungs as she fell apart around him for a second time. He felt her cum flood around his cock and he knew he’d never get tired of that sensation, or the soft sobs that spilled from her as he continued to thrust into her. Her legs shook around him, the heel of her foot digging into his lower back, driving him further into her. His balls began to tighten, pressure building in his lower back.
Y/N sucked his lower lip into her mouth, biting down just as hard as he’d bitten into her and it shattered whatever restraint Mike had left. It wasn’t a simple tipping point. It was like being hurled from a cliff in the dark – knowing the fall was inevitable, yet still feeling the wild surge of adrenaline as gravity took hold. There was terror in it, and exhilaration, and something dangerously addictive. Even as he plunged, he understood the cruel truth: the moment he hit the ground, he would already be craving the fall again, no matter how much it ruined him.
After a few moments, Mike stood up on that metaphorical ground at the bottom of the cliff and slowly pulled out, much more conscious of Y/N’s oversensitivity this time, and lowered her leg gently to the ground. He pulled her underwear back over her swollen pussy. He wanted her to sit in his cum as it leaked out, face the public as the excess ran down her thigh.
Y/N dropped her arms and crossed them awkwardly, tucking her hands into the sleeves of her sweater as if she could hide herself there. Her eyes flicked past Mike’s shoulder, cheeks flushing a deep red. No one was there, but Mike knew her thoughts had gone elsewhere, circling what they’d done, what it might have looked like, and what would happen if anyone had heard. No regret lingered in her eyes.
“Stay here.” He left her between the shelves and returned to their table. No one else was in sight, only a half-eaten muffin left on the long row of tables. Shit, had they cleared out the floor? He didn’t think they’d been that loud – though he did want to hear her scream.
Fuck. He was already thinking about the next time.
Mike snatched their bags and returned to where he’d left Y/N. “Come on. I’ll drive you home.”
Y/N glanced at his outstretched hand. “Are you going to give me a third orgasm?”
“Can you handle another one?” He stepped in closer. “I wanna do a lot more to you.”
“You’re not a super focused tutor.” Y/N took his hand, setting a slow pace to the elevator and glancing up at him. Mike saw the answer to his question in her eyes. Even if she couldn’t handle another orgasm, she would let him do whatever he wanted to her. Good, he thought. Because Mike didn’t give a damn if she was screaming for more or for him to leave her overstimulated pussy alone. Y/N had just become his latest obsession he would never get tired of having, and who knew she was such a fucking freak.
warnings: all of it. so much fucking teasing i love it, degredation, slut-shaming, slight oral fixation, p in v, oral, fingering, dirty talk, basically more graphic-as-hell porn
Y/N didn’t know when she’d started crushing on Mike Wheeler. It didn’t feel like it happened overnight, but was more of a gradual thing that developed as Mike grew from an awkward, walking target into a tall glass of confidence and nerdy sex appeal. He kept his hair cut short, and he seemed more in control of his long limbs as he walked the halls of Hawkins High. Mike, Will, Dustin, and Lucas passed where Y/N stood with Max at her locker, changing out her textbooks. When they disappeared around a corner, Max turned on Y/N.
“I dare you to seduce Mike.”
Y/N choked on her cherry lollipop. “What?”
Max nodded, an evil grin on her face. “Yeah. Do it, or I won’t use all those tips you gave me to seduce Lucas tonight and our relationship will crash and burn because you refused to make a move on a guy I know you have a thing for.”
Y/N frowned. “I do not have a thing for Mike Wheeler.”
“You do. But go ahead – lie to your best friend.”
Y/N could lie to a lot of people, but she couldn’t lie to Max. So she changed tactics. “Mike Wheeler doesn’t like me.”
“Y/N.” Max blinked at her. “He’s been crushing on you since I moved here back in middle school. We won’t be seniors forever. Take the guy out of his misery and act on those feelings you have locked up in that slutty little heart of yours.”
Y/N looked at her friend. “You used to be a lot less emotionally perceptive.”
“And then I met you. Come on.”
Later that evening, Y/N and Max walked into the Wheeler house like they owned the place. The boys were arguing about D&D logistics in the basement, their shouting heard from the main floor.
“Five bucks we don’t even watch a movie,” Max muttered, straightening out her new top. It wasn’t some tight, low-cut piece of fabric Stacey Albright would use. This was Max, afterall. The new shirt had a cut down the center of the crewneck neckline, parting ever-so-slightly when she leaned forward, and it was a couple inches shorter, showcasing the tan she got over the summer.
“Quit fussing,” Y/N smacked her hands away. “You look great.”
“Says the girl who’s used to flirting,” Max muttered, pulling open the door. “Speak of flirting–”
Y/N held up a hand. “Yes. I said I would. Screw you and your sudden astute observational skills.” Max rolled her eyes, bounding down the stairs. Y/N took her time, watching her steps on the steep staircase as she descended. Both her and Max had dressed up a little nicer tonight, Y/N trying out the new pleated skirt she’d got. Naturally, wearing it in a basement of all places was a bad idea, but that was all just part of her plan. Besides, the knee-high socks she was wearing would keep her warm long enough.
Taking her time also let Mike look his fill. And look he did. Y/N watched his eyes take their time moving from her ankles to her waist, and then jump to her mouth where she was sucking on another lollipop. Y/N swallowed a satisfied smile and looked away. Maybe there was some truth to Max’s words.
“T.V.’s all set up,” Dustin smiled. “We just need to make the popcorn.”
“Lucas and I will do it,” Max offered. Before anyone could say another word, she was tugging her boyfriend back up the stairs, the door slamming shut behind them.
“God, Mike, why is your basement freezing?” Y/N wrapped her arms around herself, shifting from foot to foot. Freezing was an exaggeration, but so long as it got her what she wanted. “Could I borrow a sweater or something?”
“Maybe it’s cold because you’re dressed like Slutty Cheerleader #3 that’s the first to get murdered in a shitty horror movie,” Dustin snarked from his spot on the couch, not even looking over at Y/N as he dusted chip crumbs off his Hellfire shirt. Both her and Mike glared at the back of his head.
“I’ve got a bin of clean laundry on my bed, Y/N.” Mike smiled down at Y/N. He was a few inches taller than her. “I think I’ve got a sweater or two in there. First door on the left. Help yourself.”
Shit. Y/N had hoped Mike would take her up to his room. But not one to give up at the first hurdle, Y/N nodded and turned around, heading back up the stairs. Just before the door shut, she practically heard Will’s eyes roll.
“Dude.”
“What?”
Just as Mike had said, there was a bin of folded laundry on his bed, the bed unmade. Mike’s room was surprisingly clean – for a guy. A few pieces of clothing littered the floor, and his desk was a mess, but that was pretty much it. He had posters of athletes and D&D memorabilia taped on his walls, and Y/N spied a full-length mirror on the inside of his open closet door.
She found a clean sweater in the bin, and tipped her head back with a groan. The sweater was an excuse. She dropped her head, wondering what she was going to do next, when she spied it. A polaroid camera on his bedside table. Upon checking it, there were four film sheets left. She smiled.
This could work.
She’d just have to wait a little longer.
Idea after idea flooded her mind as she moved to stand in front of Mike’s mirror, but she finally landed on two, and quickly set up.
When she bounded down the stairs five minutes later, declaring she was ready for the movie and absolutely swallowed up by one of Mike’s knit sweaters, she was a hell of a lot warmer. And not just because of the sweater.
She’d officially started playing with Mike Wheeler.
—
After everyone left Mike’s house and he’d rolled up the half-eaten bags of chips, Mike made his way up to his room, flicking on the light and coming to a dead stop. “What the…”
The laundry bin was on the floor. But Y/N had been in his room so that wasn’t too odd. What was odd was that his bed had been made and his camera was sitting dead center. Mike approached it slowly as if expecting it to explode. It didn’t, but when Mike picked it up, he noticed a single film sheet beneath it, face down.
He picked it up.
“Holy fuck.”
Her face wasn’t in it, but Mike knew it was Y/N. Knew it by the curvature of her smooth, long legs. By the slimness of her fingers wrapped around the camera. By the blood red panties he’d caught a glimpse of when she ran upstairs. She’d obviously taken this photo when she’d grabbed a sweater because she was standing in front of his mirror in the photo. And she wasn’t wearing pants.
Holy fuck she wasn’t wearing pants.
She’d slipped on one of his old rock band shirts, the hem stopping at her waist so he could see every inch of the front of her panties. She was still wearing those knee-high stockings, making her look even sexier. And written at the bottom of the photo in black Sharpie–
Do you like red?
Mike fell back on his bed, gripping himself through his shorts.
When he was younger, his crush on Y/N had been an innocent one. But then puberty came, and twisted it into something a little darker. He’d never acted on it – he never thought she’d felt the same and hadn’t wanted to risk losing her as a friend. But Will-the-fucking-Wise had noticed, and had never stopped teasing him about it.
He checked the camera. Two film sheets.
Beyond grateful he had the house to himself, Mike pulled his shorts down and worked on his reply.
—
When Monday came around, Y/N hadn’t spoken to Max about what she’d done in Mike’s room. The girl had been late to first period, slamming into her desk just as the bell rang. The teacher gave her a disapproving look but said nothing, starting the lesson. At lunch, the boys had AV Club and Max had lacrosse practice, so Y/N was left to her own devices. On the bleachers outside, she caught up on schoolwork and started brainstorming some ideas for the photography project her and Mike had been paired up for. Five minutes before the bell would ring to signal the end of lunch, Y/N packed up her belongings and headed inside. She moved through the crowd towards her locker, quickly turning her combination into the lock, frowning when a piece of paper fluttered to the floor.
No. A polaroid.
Y/N froze.
It was face down on the floor, hiding its contents from view. Shoving her lunch in the locker and grabbing her books for third period, Y/N swiped the picture off the floor and scurried for the bathroom, only flipping the sheet when she was locked in a stall.
She should have been sitting down.
It was Mike, but not his face. One leg was laid straight, the other bent at the knee. But what took up Y/N’s attention was his cock, standing straight at attention. The shiny head was an angry red so dark it was bordering on purple, and Y/N wished she could lick at the pearl of precum beading at the slit. His lean fingers fisted the base so hard his nailbeds were white. At the bottom of the image, he’d written his response to her original question, do you like red?
You tell me.
Yes. Yes, he liked red. A lot according to the photo. He must have been in agony if the colour was anything to go by. Y/N wasn’t inexperienced, but she’d never seen a cock so thoroughly teased without reprieve. Her panties felt damp, and her bag heavy with the other photo she’d taken Saturday night in Mike’s room.
Fuck it.
Y/N walked to Mike’s locker slowly, looking both ways down the empty hallway before slipping the polaroid through the slits in his locker, the Sharpie still drying on the image.
I can’t wait to use your photo later.
—
Y/N was playing a dangerous game, and Mike Wheeler didn’t like to lose. Dustin had vented about his sister being allowed to buy a camera but he wasn’t allowed to buy anything until next month because he’d maxed out his allowance already.
Mike had been turning that tidbit of information over in his head every day since. The knowledge that Y/N had bought a camera indicated she planned to continue this game. He locked his bedroom door behind him, moving for the secret hiding spot he’d hidden her two polaroids. It was Wednesday, which meant Y/N would be coming over to work on their project once school was out. He had a spare fourth period while everyone else had class. Usually, Mike would stick around and wait, but not today. He had approximately forty minutes before she was walking through his front door.
He didn’t even bother taking his pants off, just pulling them down far enough to pull his semi out. But the second his eyes focused on the polaroids, he was rock hard. Mike spit in his hand and stroked the shaft, squeezing every few strokes. He closed his eyes, imagining what Y/N’s hand would feel like, and that thought only steered his mind to her mouth.
Y/N was always sucking on those fucking cherry lollipops, lips popping whenever she released it. Mike stroked himself faster. She had to be good at giving blowjobs – she had to be. He’d seen her swirl her tongue around the sphere of sugar, collecting her spit before sucking it back into her mouth.
Thumb swiping over his slit to collect the leaking precum, Mike whispered Y/N’s name. “Y/N.”
Like every night before, Mike didn’t let himself come to the photos. He edged himself to near-completion, glaring at the two photos as if his self-imposed edging were their fault.
He supposed, in a way, it was.
Forty minutes later, after Mike had spat on Y/N’s first photo as he wrenched his hand away before he could come, Mike had a plan.
When the doorbell rang through the house, Mike knew how the next few seconds would play out. Karen would call up the stairs, “Mike! Y/N’s here!” but upon hearing no response from him, she’d send her right up.
Karen Wheeler did exactly that.
When Y/N knocked on the door, stepping in a moment later, Mike drowned in the sight of her in another skirt. She’d worn skirts every day this week and, yeah it had been hot out, but Mike knew that wasn’t why she was wearing them. He fought the urge to shift and relieve some pressure in his crotch, nodding at her.
“Hey, Mike.” She gave him a soft smile, one he knew was meant to lure him in and lower his defenses. Too bad he had multiple days of edgings ruining his mood.
Y/N dropped her bag on the edge of his bed, unzipping it. “I have some great ideas for our photography assignment. I’m thinking we do it on perspective, photographing the same thing from different angles to show how many sides and interpretations an object can have.”
What an insightful topic. Perfect for more than one reason. “Sounds good to me.”
Y/N beamed. “Great. Oh! I, uh, got a new camera. But,” she blushed sheepishly, nibbling at her lower lip. “Could you show me how to use it? I want to make sure I’m using it right for this assignment.”
Her attempt was obvious, but Mike still slid off the bed, letting Y/N see the bulge in his jeans. He took the camera from her hands.
“Your idea about perspective is great. But sometimes it’s hard to move the camera, so you have to move the subject. For example,” Mike snapped a photo of Y/N standing with her hands at her side, flapping the photo after it printed. “You look sweet and innocent in this photo. But if you, say, knelt.” Mike pushed Y/N to her knees, stepping in close and cupping the back of her head to hold her in place as he shoved his crotch in her face. Her hands landed on his thighs, eyes flying up to Mike’s where he was ready.
Click.
Mike pulled out the photo, showing it to Y/N, who was still on her knees with her face inches from Mike’s boner. “You’re still the same, and your sweetness and innocence are still there, but they look different. More…breakable.”
The photo perfectly captured Y/N’s big doe eyes, filled with the perfect combination of surprise, arousal, and innocence. His bulge was clear in the picture and hovered inches from Y/N’s tinted lips. His hand held her head in place, and Mike knew he’d be using this photo as well.
“Mike,” Y/N whispered, hands creeping up his thighs.
Mike tsked and grabbed her wrist. “You think just because you leave me a sexy picture or two that I’ll fuck your cunt when you ask?” Y/N tried to stand, but he pushed her back down. “Here’s the thing, Y/N. I’ve had a crush on you for years. But I’m not an awkward kid anymore. I know what I want. And now that I know you want me, I’m not going to let you go. You wanna play a game? Let’s play.”
Y/N swallowed in apprehension. Mike smirked. “Open your mouth, Little Red.”
Y/N glanced at Mike’s crotch and then did, tilting her head up at him. Without a moment of hesitation, Mike bent down and spat. The loogie shot straight to the back of Y/N’s throat, and she choked. Slamming a hand over Y/N’s mouth, Mike leaned lower. “Swallow it.”
Y/N did, coughing more. “That’s a good fucking slut,” he praised, reaching for his belt. “Put your hands on your thighs.”
Y/N gripped the ends of her skirt, staring up at him. Mike shoved his jeans and boxers down below his ass, pulling himself out. Y/N eyes widened as he fisted himself, stroking himself slowly. Touching himself relieved some pressure, but not nearly enough. He collected the leaking precum on a finger, shoving it in Y/N’s mouth. She sucked eagerly, swirling her tongue around his finger.
“Yeah, Y/N, just like that. I knew you’d be good at this, baby.” Mike fisted his cock, guiding it to Y/N’s swollen lips. “Suck my cock, Y/N, but just the tip. Any more and I’ll take it away.”
Y/N opened her mouth, pulling him in and immediately swirling her tongue again. Mike’s eyes rolled. Fuck, that felt good. She did it again before bobbing her head, lips covering the edge of his head but going no further than that.
“Such a good listener,” Mike pushed some hair out of Y/N’s face, reaching for her Polaroid. “Or you’re just a desperate slut. Are you a desperate slut, Y/N?”
Y/N hummed around his cock, sucking harder. Mike’s hips bucked forward, and he moaned. Through half-lidded eyes, he watched Y/N’s tinted lipgloss transfer from her pretty mouth to his slick cock, flushed with arousal. It wasn’t just the head of his cock that was swollen and angry now – it was spreading down his shaft. Y/N stared up at him, never losing that stupid innocent look on her face, not even as she sucked him off so hard his vision turned white.
“Oh, fuck.” A broken moan slipped past his lips. “You’ve teased me for years, Y/N, but that fucking mouth, mmm, doing such a good job.” Y/N hollowed her cheeks further, tongue darting out to massage the underside of his cock. He fisted the base of his cock and Y/N loosened her lips. Like she could read his mind, she stuck out her tongue and Mike came on her tongue with a guttural moan, ass muscles tightening. Y/N swallowed everything he gave her, even going so far as to reach forward and clean the blunt head gently, peppering it with gentle kisses before tucking him back in.
“Stand up.”
Y/N huffed a soft laugh. “I, uh, I don’t think I can.”
Mike looked down and, sure enough, her thighs were trembling just the slightest. Taking away her control had a bigger effect on her than he’d anticipated. Mike bent down, picking her up by her armpits. She grabbed his shoulders, widening her stance.
“Thanks.”
“Are you wearing red panties today, Y/N?”
Her eyes shot upward. “What?”
God, you’d think she was the one still coming down from an orgasm with how frazzled she was. But no. This was what not getting an orgasm did to her. He backed her into his desk, caging her in. “Are you wearing those pretty red panties for me, Y/N?”
It’s like she doesn’t hear him, eyes still staring up at him. He chuckled, pushing her skirt up himself, fingers grazing the front of her panties. “Blue. I do love blue, but it’s not red.” He dropped her skirt, breath ghosting over her cheek. “Y’know, if you had worn red, I might have torn them off and buried my mouth between your thighs and see how good you tasted. But you wore blue, so…” Mike brought his hand up between her thighs hard and fast, grinning when she bent over in reaction to him slapping her core. He rubbed three tight circles around her clit, ran one long strip down her center to feel her soaked panties, and backed away. “Get the fuck out of my house, Y/N.”
—
Y/N had gone to Mike’s house on Wednesday to work on the project. On Thursday morning before first period, she found him at his locker, pushing herself into his space while he switched out his books. He barely glanced at her. “Didn’t take you long to find me and beg,” he said plainly.
“I’m not here to beg,” she smiled up at him. “See, I don’t like being denied, Wheeler. And what you did yesterday…it makes a girl cranky. But no matter. I’m nice. I’m here to call a truce.”
Mike’s actions slowed and he looked at her curiously. Doubtfully. “A truce.”
“Yeah,” Y/N nodded at him, fishing into her pocket. “I even brought you a white flag. Except, well, it’s red.” She dumped it right on the floor of his locker, and she could tell he knew exactly what it was. His eyes turned dark with hunger and intent as they took in the pair of crumpled red panties in his locker. “You seemed so disappointed last night I thought I would make it up to you. Oh, I almost forgot.”
Y/N placed the polaroid on top of the panties, leaning up to whisper in Mike’s ear, “Fuck you, Wheeler.” And she walked away with swaying hips, leaving him staring into his locker at the photo of her in those exact panties, her hands covering her nipples. And written on the bottom–
Bite me, Wheeler.
—
Friday was movie night, when everyone gathered in Mike’s basement for a movie. It had been one week since Y/N took that first polaroid and started this whole war between her and Mike, and he was more than ready to get back at her tonight. He’d glared at her in every class they had together, Y/N smirking gleefully. She’d won that round, and he’d walked around with a boner for the rest of the day.
On Friday before first period, he was surprised to find his locker empty of Y/N’s gifts, and she was nowhere to be found in the hallways.
“Hey, Wheeler.” Max walked up to him, headphones around her neck. She held a familiar piece of black and white out to him. “Special delivery.”
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Mike growled, snatching the photograph from Max. “She’s got you delivering them too?”
“Delivering them?” Max scoffed. “I’m the one taking the damn pictures.”
As she stalked away, Mike turned the photo over, cursing under his breath at the image. It was a full body shot, and Y/N looked like a fucking angle. She was standing in front of some gauzy curtains, soft light filtering through and making the edges of her look hazy. She was dressed in a pretty white tank top – no bra – and white panties, her hair framing her face. And her eyes? They were those fucking doe eyes that made Mike rock hard.
Do I look pretty?
Mike slammed his locker with a little too much force, stomping his way to first period. He couldn’t wait for movie night tonight when he could even the score.
Already in class was Y/N sitting front row in a pretty little white tennis skirt, as if she’d colour-coordinated her outfit with the picture. Her eyes met his and he worked hard to not let it show just how much her look affected him. She sucked on her cherry lollipop, leaning back in her seat.
“Hey, Wheeler.”
Mike stopped in front of her desk, tapping on it twice. “That’s the second time I’ve heard that today. And the first person gave me something real special. You got anything for me, Little Red?”
Y/N cocked her head, still sucking on the lollipop. “Someone’s greedy.”
The class began to fill, but Mike stayed at Y/N’s desk. “Someone’s making me greedy.”
Y/N only smirked. “Check your locker after lunch.”
The time to lunch dragged, but it finally came and went and Mike ripped his locker open. The picture fluttered to the floor and he eagerly picked it up, leaning against the row of lockers when he flipped it over.
It wasn’t of Y/N. It wasn’t of anything – just a blank white wall and her messy scrawl in Sharpie.
Denial’s a bitch.
—
Y/N knew Mike was going to do something tonight. He’d been staring at her in every class, hand grazing her thigh when they sat beside each other in photography, the lights dimmed low as the teacher droned through a presentation. Just before the class ended and the teacher flicked the lights back on, Mike leaned in close, firmly gripping her thigh. “Pack an overnight bag. You’re sleeping over.”
Her head snapped to Mike’s, their faces inches apart. “What?”
“You heard me. And wear red. White’s pretty on you, but red’s my favourite colour.”
And because of those stupid words, Y/N was late to movie night. And, thus, so was Max.
“You’ve changed your outfit four times, Y/N.” Max rolled onto her stomach on Y/N’s bed. “And you’ve looked hot in all of them. Let’s go.”
“But–”
Max pushed off the bed, grabbing Y/N by the shoulders. “No buts. He said red. You’re not wearing red. He’s gonna revenge fuck you, and you’re going to live kinkily ever after. The End. Grab your bag. Let’s go.”
There was something about arguing with Max that made it…absolutely pointless. Y/N didn’t know how Lucas did it. She snatched her overnight bag up as Max pushed her through the door and down the hall. Y/N’s dad grabbed the keys from the dish by the front door, locking the door behind them. The drive to the Wheeler house was short but not awkward, Y/N’s dad belting out song lyrics with them all the way there.
“Thanks for the ride,” Max smiled, hopping out first once Y/N’s dad put the car in park. Her fingers wrapped around Y/N’s wrist, tugging.
“Have a great time, girls!”
Mrs. Wheeler opened the door, purse in hand. “Oh, perfect timing! Ted and I are just heading out. The boys are in the basement. Enjoy movie night!” And then she was gone, calling for her husband.
“Evening ladies,” Dustin purred, appearing from nowhere.
“Hey,” Y/N smiled. “Where are we putting our stuff?”
“Downstairs.” Dustin threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave. “It’s basically all set up.”
Mike had turned half of the floor into a giant bed — pillows, blankets, and cushions thrown on the floor. Christmas lights had been strung up, and the coffee table was littered with chip bowls and candy wrappers. Y/N dropped her bag at the bottom of the stairs, wiping her hands on the sweater she’d borrowed from Mike last week. She’d paired it with another blue pleated skirt she’d bought (her allowance was taking a hit with the camera and all the skirts she’d bought) and high socks.
Mike turned around at the sounds, eyes dropping to Y/N’s bare legs. Suddenly, Max disappeared. “That’s not red.”
Y/N looked down at her outfit. “There’s red in it somewhere. You just gotta look for it.”
“Oh yeah?” Mike teased the edge of her skirt. “How hard do I need to look?”
Y/N only smirked and stepped past Mike, heading for the common area. Dustin came down moments later, placing the popcorn bowl in the middle of the table. Dustin and Will took one couch, Lucas and Max the other, leaving Y/N and Mike to either share the wide chair or…
Y/N fell into the chair beside Mike, landing partially on his lap. “Sorry.”
“Everyone shut up. Shut up. I’m hitting play.” Dustin turned out the lamp, leaving the group in darkness. They’d picked Raiders of the Last Ark, and while Y/N usually loved the movie, tonight all it did was threaten to bore Y/N to tears. She turned on her side, hand falling across Mike’s lap. He stiffened.
“Relax, or they’ll figure out what’s going on before I can unbutton your jeans,” Y/N murmured into the warm skin of his neck, fingers fiddling with the button.
“Y/N,” he warned lowly, his hips shifting.
“What?” She undid the button and jeans silently, palming him through just his underwear now. “Afraid to get caught?”
Mike exhaled through his nose, sinking further into the chair as Indiana Jones gave his signature smolder. His own hands slipped under the blanket, helping Y/N push his jeans down just enough for her to pull him out, squeezing him. He was heavy and warm in her hand, hardening under her touch. When Y/N rubbed her thumb over his head, she felt herself spread the bead of precum over the tip, smiling to herself when he gripped her thigh. He’d been totally in control when he’d made her suck him off the other day, but it seemed the loss of control was as much of a turn on for Mike as it was for Y/N.
“Watch the movie, Mike,” she commanded, hand stilling. He let out a breathy moan, turning his head to face the T.V. but not really seeing. Y/N subtly spat into her hand, rubbing it along his shaft, reveling in the feeling of him hardening further beneath her. She squeezed the base and Mike choked back a gasp, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of her thigh.
“Y/N.”
“Do you like that?” Y/N didn’t wait for an answer, twisting her wrist on the upstroke, centering most of her focus on the head, fingers gliding over the underside where she’d learned he was especially sensitive. Every time his hips bucked or twitched, she stopped and waited until he let out a soft groan of desperation into her hair. He squeezed her thigh again, harder this time.
“Y/N.”
“Yeah, Mike?”
“Stop.”
“Why?” She smirked, picking up her pace.
Dustin yelled something at the T.V. and Mike turned to look down at Y/N, pupils blown wide. “Because I’ve been edging myself all week and I’m, oh fuck, I’m going to come.”
She gave Mike her best doe eyes and pulled away, pulling her hand back to her lap, sandwiching it between her thighs. “If you insist.”
—
Mike nearly flipped the goddamn coffee table when Y/N pulled her hand away and made no inclination to finish what she’d started. He’d asked her to stop, but he never thought she’d actually do it. But there he sat, cock rock hard and on the verge of exploding while the movie played around them. When he looked over, Lucas’ eyes had rolled to the back of his head, obviously being granted something Y/N was denying him.
Mike glared at Lucas. And then the T.V. for the rest of the movie. When the end credits finally began to roll, Dustin turned the lamp on. “Alright kids. Fifteen minute break before Temple of Doom begins.”
Max groaned. “I’m putting my pajamas on.”
“Good idea.” Y/N stretched in the chair, pushing the blanket off her lap.
The boys seemed inclined to agree, and Mike followed the girls upstairs to change into his own pajamas. In the hallway, Max peeled off toward the bathroom and pulled the door shut behind her. Just before it closed, she caught Mike’s eyes over Y/N’s lowered head and gave him a quick wink.
Power thrummed through Mike’s blood as he followed Y/N into his room, catching the door before it could close. His fingers curled around the edge of the wood, his gaze locking onto hers. He was still hard from her teasing over an hour ago, but he wasn’t going to get back at her. She’d won – he was going to have her. Now. But he’d ruin her along the way.
Mike forced himself through the door, shutting it softly behind her, the click of the lock cutting through the silence like a knife. Mike stepped forward until his chest brushed hers. She was barely breathing, pupils blown wide with desire and anticipation. They only had fifteen minutes or so, but Mike didn’t jump into action right away. He let his eyes wander down her frame, fingers looping a lock of silky hair around his finger.
He’d always thought Y/N was beautiful – long before he had the language for it, before he even understood what a crush was supposed to feel like. Before, it had been simple and easy, something warm that sat quietly in his chest. But as the years passed, that feeling sharpened, growing heavier, more real. Puberty complicated everything, layering want and restlessness over something that had once felt innocent, until it became almost unbearable to carry. He didn’t know if it was love – didn’t really know what love was – but he knew he liked this space they occupied together, this game they were playing. And even with change looming on the horizon, about to tip the balance towards something more spoken and solid, he wanted to keep playing.
Mike glanced at the clock on his desk. He’d spent three minutes looking at her. Shit. He opened his bedroom door, and spoke across the hall at the closed bathroom door. “Max?”
The shuffling behind the door stopped. “...Yeah?”
“Stall.” He didn’t wait for a response, slamming the door and storming back to Y/N. He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, throwing her onto the bed. When she made to rise, Mike pushed her down between her shoulder blades until her chest pressed against the bed. With both hands, he pushed the sweater up to her shoulders before yanking her ass into the air by the hips. He flipped her skirt up, inhaling through his teeth at the sight of her red panties, a wet patch at her core. Mike pushed her legs apart, furthering the arch in her back.
“Jesus, fuck. Don’t move.” He snatched his camera off the desk, and snapped the picture, the flash reflecting in the mirror. The dual image of her in real life and her in the mirror was beautiful. She looked completely wrecked, eyes unseeing, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. Mike tossed the camera onto the mattress, kissing the round globe of her ass. She pushed back into his face, her moan turning into a gasp when he bit into the soft flesh. He kneaded the other with one hand.
“Mike,” she whimpered.
“Been wanting this for so long, Y/N. Dreamed of this.”
He arched her back further, rolling her hips until that pretty little wet spot nearly faced the ceiling. He leaned down until his mouth was practically on her. “Look in the mirror.”
The moment she did, Mike buried his face in her, mouthing her clothed pussy. He felt her thighs clench beneath his hands, a tortured moan slipping out of her. She rocked her hips back again, eyes half-rolled.
“Eyes on me, baby.” Mike watched her fight to meet his eyes through the mirror, nearly losing to the sensations. “You look so pretty, Y/N. Fuck, you’re fucking beautiful.”
“Mike. Please.” Y/N reached back with one hand, but he caught her before she could move her panties to the side and pinned her wrist to the small of her back. She whimpered, fingers curling into nothing. Feeling somewhat merciful, he slipped his hand in hers, squeezing. “Please don’t stop.”
He nipped at the cotton, humming when she gasped. He must have gotten more than fabric. “I won’t, baby. I promise I won’t. Can you be good?”
Y/N nodded. “Yes,” she whined. “I can. I will.”
Mike squeezed her hand. “Keep it there.” He pulls his hand away, lifting his mouth slightly to pull her underwear to the side, wrapping it around the curve of her ass to keep it there. She was swollen and puffy, her arousal smeared all over. Mike reached back for her hand, his other sliding up the back of her thigh, ghosting over where she wanted him. In the mirror, her eyes widened with desperate anticipation. Mike kept his gaze locked with Y/N’s through the mirror as he slid his middle finger through her folds and pushed the digit inside her.
“Yes.” There was something undeniably sexy watching her eyes roll through the mirror, her free hand gripping his pillow. He dropped a kiss on her bum, peppering them up and down the back of her thigh while he added a second finger.
Tighter now, the sound of moving air joined the squelch as Mike fingerfucked Y/N, slowly picking up speed, slowing down when she clenched around him and didn’t relax. A frustrated whine echoed through his room. “Mike!”
He laughed lowly, lips ghosting her skin. “It’s what you get for teasing me with all those photos, Y/N. You gotta pay the price.” He wrenched his fingers out—
“Ohmygo– fuck, Mike!”—and put his mouth on her instead. He didn’t start slow. He assaulted every part of her that he could reach, fingers bruising her thigh. Her hand pulled at his when she jolted in shock.
“Fuck, this pussy tastes like heaven.” He ran the flat of his tongue downward, circling her clit with the tip. Her hips rolled, trying to get closer to his mouth. He let her, sucking on the oversensitive nub until a choked sob broke past her lips.
“Mike.”
“Fuck,” he said against her pussy. “I love it when you say my name like that. So fucking needy.”
“Mike.” The moan was loud and unapologetic.
“Yeah, baby. Just like that.” Her fingers tightened around his as she rocked her body, grinding up against him. Oh, hell yes. “You gonna come, Little Red?” he teased, using his free hand to stroke her clit. He needed her to.
Y/N nodded into the comforter. “Fingers.”
Mike licked a bold stripe up her again. “No. You’re coming on my mouth. Wanna taste you more.” But he did press harder on her clit, rubbing tight, precise circles. Y/N’s hips jerked. Her eyes had begun to glaze over in the mirror, and he knew she was moments from tipping over the edge.
“Mike–”
“I know, baby. Let go.” He pinched her clit and she did, burying her face into his pillows as she screamed, hips jerking towards and away from him. Mike worked her through the orgasm, softening his licks until she was spent, fighting to get away from him.
The clock on Mike’s desk told him they had seven of the fifteen minutes left, plus whatever Max gave them. Plenty of time and not nearly enough. Mike reached for his zipper, the sound making Y/N freeze. She was halfway raised on her hands, eyes flying to his.
“Mike…”
“We’re not done yet.” He dipped his chin, making it clear what he wanted. Cautiously, Y/N lowered herself, but Mike saw the excitement in her eyes as she stretched her arms out in front of her, burying them under his pillows. “Look at me, Y/N.”
She met his eyes in the mirror.
“I’m gonna fuck this pussy. And I don’t want you to look away. Got it?”
Y/N whimpered, nodding. Mike watched her through the mirror for a second longer, before looking down. Her pussy was a slick mess, red and puffier than before, but he still felt the desire to spread her wider with his hands and spit. It landed right on her pussy, and Mike watched with rapt fascination as she clenched, as if trying to swallow it whole.
“Fuck, that was hot.”
Mike smirked at Y/N, who hadn’t looked away, and grabbed the camera. “Smile, slut.”
Y/N didn’t, but her face in the photo was more beautiful than a smile could ever be in that moment. She looked ravished with flushed cheeks and mascara smudged under her eyes. The bottom of the photo caught her bare pussy, his spit shining.
But Y/N hadn’t been ruined yet, and that was Mike’s goal. His cock was flushed deep red, painfully hard at being so neglected. It was slick with precum, but Mike still ran it through Y/N’s folds, coating it with her cum and arousal.
Click. Another photo.
“Mike.” A pointed huff mixed with a subtle shift of her hips.
Mike smiled, checking out the photo as it developed. “Our photography project is gonna be fucking amazing, baby.”
“You are not showing Mr. Wright a photo of my pussy.”
“You’re right.” Mike tossed the camera and photograph aside. “This pussy’s all mine.” He pushed in steadily, not stopping until he’d bottomed out.
“Ohmygoood…Mike.”
Oh my God was right. Y/N was tight, resisting him in the best way while he’d pushed in inch after inch before finally stretching for him. His ears rang at just how snug she felt, clenching around every inch of him. His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to hurt and finally – finally – he moved.
Mike pulled out nearly all the way before snapping his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt again.
Y/N screamed. It was choked and wrecked and everything Mike had only ever dreamed of hearing. He did it again and again, pounding into Y/N with years of unrequited feelings and lust. He’d dreamed of fucking Y/N in just about a hundred positions, and this was only the first and it felt amazing.
“Oh. Fuck, Mike.”
“You feel so good, Y/N. Such a good fucking slut.”
Y/N sobbed. “…Slut.”
“You like it when I call you a slut?” Mike propped a foot on the bed. “Fuck you like the slut you are?”
“Yes. God, yes!”
“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good.” Mike’s head tipped back in ecstasy, eyes closing. The feeling of her stretching around him as he thrust inside her, the sound of skin slapping, all the denial he’d been through the past week. “My slut does such a good job of milking my fucking cock.”
Click. Mike’s eyes snapped open. Whirrr went the Polaroid as it printed the film. He could only imagine the image as the camera slipped through Y/N fingers at a particularly rough thrust, her back arching with a gasp.
“Shit, Mike,” she breathed.
“Don’t be quiet,” he cooed, his hips rolling. “Wanna hear you.”
“Make me.” Even with his cock buried inside her, she found it in her to fight. She pushed her hips back into his, gasping as he hit her cervix. “Jesus. Fuck.”
Adjusting his grip on Y/N’s hips, Mike angled deeper, setting a punishing pace that tore a gasp from Y/N with every hit to her cervix. “That’s better. But I want more. Scream for me, baby.”
“Make me scream,” she threatened, but her voice was breathless and it came out more like the beg he knew it was. Mike chuckled, continuing to thrust in and out of Y/N as he reached for the camera with one hand and her hair with the other, gathering it at the base of her neck and giving it a testing tug. “Eyes on me.”
Mike didn’t think Y/N could with the way her whole body had begun to tremble. Still, she raised her head, glossy eyes finding his in the dirty reflection, her arms tucked under her chest and his sweater bunched around her shoulder. Mike tugged firmly on her hair, pulling Y/N’s head up and baring her throat.
Click.
“Mike, I– fuck. Please don’t stop.”
“You gonna come?”
Y/N’s lips parted, eyes rolling. “Uh-huh.”
“God, you’re falling apart. Such a fucking slut. Good sluts get permission.”
“Please!” Y/N cried, tears welling in her eyes. “Fuck, Mike. Please let me come. I wanna come all over your cock. Pleasepleaseplease.”
Mike’s heart beat in time with the sound of skin slapping and Y/N’s harsh pants. He felt that familiar tightening at the base of his spine. He had maybe a minute, but Y/N was chanting underneath him like she had seconds. He fought to keep his thrusts consistent – deep, hard, fast.
Punishing.
He fucked her hard enough to bruise. To ruin.
“You know what I want.”
“Mike!” The scream tore from Y/N with a vengeance, her fingers clawing for purchase in his sheets. Her entire body locked beneath him as she came, clenching around Mike so hard she nearly pushed him out. Her walls fluttered and her back arched and Mike had never seen something so beautiful. He pushed himself closer to the edge, hips threatening to stutter.
Mike’s head fell back again, his pending orgasm about to take him under. “Shit, Y/N. M’gonna come.”
Fingers dug into the flesh of his ass, pulling him tighter. Y/N watched him, eyes barely open. She was way past overstimulated, her lips parted. She squeezed him with her hand, her message clear. Mike’s eyes rolled and he used the last of his energy to bury himself to the hilt in Y/N’s flooded cunt, groaning his release. His vision went white as he came, Y/N’s walls still fluttering around him. When his vision finally cleared, Y/N was panting hard beneath him.
He pulled out slowly but Y/N still hissed, hips jerking. Her ass still in the air, he watched her pussy clench, pushing out the milky white of his release. Yeah, he was gonna need to memorialize that.
Click.
Mike threw the camera on the bed, gently lowering Y/N’s thighs to the bed, kissing up the back of one, over her bum, and up her spine. When he got to her neck, he pressed one solid kiss there, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Such a good slut.”
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part 2/2
The sun had barely begun to rise when Mike crept into his stepsister’s room. The world was still asleep, but Mike was wide awake. Seven hours ago, he’d came in Y/N’s mouth after she dry humped herself to orgasm on his lap. He’d gotten maybe three to four hours of broken sleep, always dreaming of different ways he could ruin her. His last dream had finally driven him out of bed and into Y/N’s room, softly closing the door behind him and flicking the lock.
Y/N hadn’t changed her shirt before going to sleep but she had, unfortunately, slipped into a clean pair of light grey panties. Uncaring if it woke her, Mike pushed his hand between her legs, exhaling harshly at the wet warmth he felt. The arousal on her thighs had since dried, but her pussy was still wet.
Mike increased the pressure, rubbing tight circles overtop her clit. Y/N’s brow furrowed, her lips parting in a soft exhale. Mike pushed his fingers against the fabric, his cock jumping to attention when she whispered his name in a moan, still asleep.
Mike knelt on the mattress, covering her mouth with his free hand, waiting until her eyes flew open, her hands slapping against his. He smirked down at her. “Morning, Y/N. Sleep well?”
She tried and failed to push his hand away, propping herself up on her arms. “Mike? What are you doing here?”
“I think it’s pretty obvious why I’m here.” He pushed harder on her clit, smirking when Y/N’s arms quivered and her eyelids fluttered.
“Oh.”
He slapped his hand over her mouth. “I dreamt about you all night, Y/N. Did you touch yourself?” Y/N shook her head, eyes wide as she breathed through her nose. “Are you telling the truth?”
Y/N nodded. He trailed his hand from her center to the inside of her thigh, dragging his nails over the dried arousal.
“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you? My stepsister wouldn’t lie about touching herself to the thought of me, would she?”
Y/N shook her head, opening her mouth when he uncovered it. “I wouldn’t, Mike. I promise I didn’t touch myself.”
“What’s this wet spot from then, hm?”
“I…” she blushed. “I dreamt about you too.”
“Oh?” This was a dream come true. “What did I do to you in your dream?”
“You, um,” Y/N fiddled with the edge of her duvet. “You touched me. And, um, you teased me.”
Teased her? Mike pulled his hand away, smirking at Y/N's widening eyes. “We’re going to have to work on your confidence. I’ll give you what you want. If you beg.”
“Beg?”
“Begging can be a way of exercising confidence. You want me to touch and tease you? Beg me for it. Prove to me why I should.”
Y/N sucked her lower lip into her mouth, thinking. She sat up slowly, peeking up at him through thick lashes. She reached out, firmly gripping the bulge in his boxers. “I’ll suck your cock again. Let you fuck my face like I know you want to. Besides,” she leaned back and parted her legs. Mike’s gaze dropped to the wet patch on her panties. “This is all for you. Don’t you want it?”
Y/N was too good to be true. Mike wrapped his hands under the tops of her thighs, yanking her down the bed. The duvet in the way, he pushed it off the bed before settling himself between her thighs.
“I do want it, baby.” He pulled himself out, slapping his cock against her clothed pussy a few times. Like a good a girl, Y/N swallowed her moans, gripping the sheets. Teasingly, Mike rubbed the length of his cock against her core, feeling her warmth transfer to him.
Y/N whimpered. “You’re teasing me, Mike.”
“And you fucking love it.” The head of his cock caught on her clit, and her hips bucked with a strangled cry. Mike slapped his hand down on her mouth, cutting her cry off. “God, you’re such a fucking slut for my cock you can’t keep quiet can you?”
Tears welled in Y/N’s eyes as he continued to rub against her. Her hips rolled up against him and Mike tsked, pushing her hips down with his other hand. “Good girls are quiet and don’t move. Are you a good girl?”
“Mhm.”
Mike thrusted forward slowly, watching her reaction. “Are you a good stepsister?”
Y/N’s thighs quivered as she fought to stay still under his touch. She nodded desperately.
“Did you dream about coming around my fingers and cock, Y/N? Yeah, you did. God, you’re such a fucking slut for me, Y/N. Lusting after your stepbrother. It’s wrong, but that’s what makes you want me, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, baby.” Mike leaned down and bit her bottom lip. “I wanna fuck you too.”
Y/N whimpered under Mike’s hand at his words, and Mike pulled away, moving down the bed until his face was level with her pussy. He carefully pulled the fabric aside, licking his lips at the sight of Y/N’s dripping cunt.
“Oh, Y/N,” Mike whispered, running his fingers through her folds. “You’re dripping. Is this all for me?”
“Yes.” Y/N nodded, her voice low and breathy and coated with desire. “Mike.”
Mike pushed forward, his nose bumping her clit, and licked her from her hole and up, sucking her clit into his mouth. Y/N’s hips bucked off the bed and she slapped her hand over her mouth to muffle her cries.
Mike pulled her hips down. “Good girls stay still and quiet, Y/N. You wouldn’t wanna disobey me. Otherwise I won’t fuck you.”
“I…I don’t know if I can, Mike. Your mouth feels so good.”
“But I want this. And I can’t have this if you’re loud.” Mike raised his head to make eye contact with Y/N. “Don’t you want me to have this?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
Mike kissed her clit. “Then shut the fuck up, Y/N, and let me eat your pussy.”
Y/N tasted like heaven, and every time Mike looked up at her face, her eyes had rolled back and she’d shoved her fingers in her mouth to stifle her whimpers and moans. Mike refocused his efforts, alternating between bold stripes up her pussy and kitten licks centered on her clit. She was puffy and swollen, clenching around nothing in desperation. When her thighs began to shake, Mike knew she was close.
He wanted to push his fingers inside her and feel her clench around him, but he didn’t want to ruin it for himself. The first time Mike felt the inside of Y/N’s pussy, it’d be with his cock.
“Come on, baby,” he whispered against her. “Wanna taste you. Come all over my face.”
Y/N tangled her fingers in Mike’s hair at the last second, pushing him against her as she came with a strangled gasp. Her hips gyrated against his face and tongue, flooding his mouth with her cum. He lapped up every drop she gave him, swallowing eagerly like it was the nectar of the gods.
“You taste delicious, baby,” he finally said. “But you didn’t stay quiet or still.”
Y/N whimpered, “Mike.”
“It’s okay, baby. You just haven’t learned yet.” He probed her tight entrance with the head of his cock, collecting her warm, sweet arousal and moving to her clit, spreading it. “Guess I’ll just have to tease you some more. Make you wait.”
The feeling was everything. Mike repeated the action, watching Y/N bite down on her lip. He slid his bare cock, rock hard and flushed an angry red at the tip, flat against her bare pussy, hissing through his teeth. “Oh, fuck, Y/N. This pussy’s magical.” He watched himself run through her folds over and over, hypnotized by the view. His cock was slick with a mix of her arousal and his precum and loved every sharp intake of breath she took when his cock bumped her clit.
Y/N’s eyes begged him for more, but he wasn’t ready to give her what she wanted just yet. Using her panties to hold his cock in place, Mike stretched forward and pinned Y/N’s hands above her head.
“No one’s ever gonna feel as good as me.” Mike kept thrusting. “We’re family, Y/N. And I’ll do anything for you. That’s what family is for. I’ll fuck you as many times aa you ask, do whatever you wanna try.”
Y/N looked up at him. Her neck was flushed and eyes lusted over. “Will anyone feel as good as me?”
Mike smirked, pulling her bottom lip into his mouth. “Never, baby. It’s like I said – this pussy’s magic. And it’s mine.”
“Then why haven’t you fucked it?”
There’s that confidence. Mike smirked. All it took was a subtle angle-change of his hips and the head of his cock was pushing at her entrance. He knew she wouldn’t be quiet and lowered his mouth to hers to swallow the noise. When he changed his angle again and his cock slid out and up her slit, he was ready to swallow her whine of frustration. He chuckled, doing it again.
“You’re still teasing me.”
“It’s so fun.” It was, despite being painfully hard. Mike did it again. And again. Tears of desperation formed in the corners of Y/N’s eyes. “Shit, Y/N. You’re so wet. You want me to fuck you? Want my cock inside you?”
“Yes.”
Mike kissed at her tears, licking the salt from her lips. “Beg me for it.”
“This is wrong.”
“Beg me to fuck you, Y/N.” He leaned down, thrusting hard and slow. “Or I’m gone.”
His threat worked, and Y/N pressed her chest to his. “Please, Mike. Please fuck me.”
He could feel her getting wetter, could hear the sound of his cock sliding through her arousal. “Are you a slut for your stepbrother’s cock?”
“Yes!”
“Say it.”
Y/N was nearly sobbing with need. Once he pushed inside her, he doubted she would last long. “I’m a slut for my stepbrother’s cock. I’m a slut for you, Mike.”
Mike smiled like he’d won the lottery and reangled his hips. He pushed into Y/N, her tight cunt swallowing the head of his cock. She clenched around him, and Mike groaned.
“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so eager.”
Her back arched. “Mike…more.”
He rolled his hips, inching in further and hissing through his teeth. “Oh, fuck.”
She was wet and warm and eager, stretching around him. His eyes nearly rolled out of his head every time she clenched around him, which was often. When he hit her cervix, his head dropped to her shoulder.
“You’re so tight, Y/N.” He pulled out and thrusted in slowly, setting a steady pace. Wet warmth coated his cock, and he moaned at the sounds coming from both her mouth and pussy.
Wet, slick sounds spurred Mike to move harder, faster, and he pulled one of her legs out to the side for a deeper reach, swallowing her cry of pleasure. Between thrusts he mumbled his praise, things like this fucking pussy and taking me so good, Y/N or I could fuck you forever.
“Let me go.” He did, releasing her hands. She tangled them in his hair, then reached for his back, scraping her blunt painted nails down his back, the pain like a drug as he pounded into her. Her walls fluttered around him and her legs fought to close around him, but she still pulled him closer, his name falling from her lips like a prayer.
Mike. Mike. Mike. Mike.
“I’m gonna come, Mike.”
He brushed his lips against hers. “Best four words I’ve ever heard.” His rhythm became sloppy as his own release neared, but hers had to happen first.
“Don’t stop.”
“Come on, baby.” He sucked her lower lip into his mouth. “I know you wanna come all over my cock like the good little slut you are.”
“I do.”
Mike pulled her one leg further out, swallowing Y/N’s surprise as he hit deeper and she came apart underneath him, her legs shaking harder than they ever had. He fucked her through her orgasm, picking up his pace when his balls began to tingle and tighten.
“Y/N,” he moaned.
“Mike.”
She said his name so sweetly, fingers tugging on his locks and lips meeting his, that there was no stopping him from planting himself deep inside her and coming so hard he saw stars and swore it was heaven.
MONDAY, LUNCH TIME:
Toby Warrens didn’t find Y/N and ask her out privately. He asked her out in front of the entire cafeteria as if it were an honour to be asked out by him.
But Y/N just looked him up and down, one manicured hand on her hip, and said, “No.”
Mike watched from where he sat at a table with Lucas, the other two guys still in line for food. Max and El stood closer to her, having entered with her moments ago.
Toby scoffed. “Come on, babe. You know you want to.”
“I really don’t. You may have gotten your braces off, but you’re still fugly as hell.”
Mike smirked as Lucas put his fist in his mouth. There’s that confidence.
Toby’s face turned a mottled shade of embarrassed red. “At least I’m not a virgin prude.”
Y/N just cocked her head. “Who said I was a virgin?” A round of ohhhhs echoed through the cafeteria. “Just because I haven’t bowed down and slept with the self-proclaimed King of our year doesn’t mean I’m a virgin. It just means I have standards.”
Lucas leaned into Mike. “I know she’s your stepsister but, damn, is she hot right now.”
Mike smirked.
“You fucking bitch,” Toby sneered. Y/N only tossed her hair over her shoulder.
“Come find me when you think of something more original.” She turned around and made it all of two steps.
“Slut.”
Y/N stopped walking, eyes turning flat with annoyance. Mike had called her a slut multiple times that weekend as she begged and came for him, but she’d always loved it. This reaction? It was visceral. She spun on her heel and walked right up to him, poking him in the chest.
“I’ve slept with one guy, Toby. So if that makes me a slut, so be it. Because him? He wants me again and again. Says I’ve given him the best head he’s ever had. He takes care of me, and then he takes me again. Can you say any of that, Toby? No, you can’t. Because you’re only concerned with the notches on your bedpost as if that number is all that matters. You never go back for round two, and not only does that make you a shitty lay, it makes you a walking disease. And nobody wants that.”
The cafeteria was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Half the guys had their jaws dropped – Lucas included – and half the girls were smiling at Y/N as she walked through the crowd.
Mike only watched her, pride in his eyes.
When Y/N passed him, she smirked down at him and winked. It wasn’t subtle. Lucas definitely noticed. But Mike only matched her smirk and watched her leave.
“Dude,” Lucas said lowly, awe in his voice. “Are you fucking your stepsister?”
Mike didn’t answer, too busy thinking about what he was going to do to her next. He was thinking fucking her on the hood of his car.
stepbro!mike x reader
warnings: smut, 18+, mdni, this is basically porn, dry humping, blowjob, dirty thoughts, breast play a little, graphic, manipulating her innocent self?
part 1/2
When Mike first found out his mom was getting a divorce, he was happy for her. She deserved someone who would love her and take care of her – especially after the car accident that left her scarred. But then one night, he met her.
Y/N.
Karen had introduced her dad to Mike, Nancy, and Holly as an “old friend”, someone who’d be staying with them to help pay the bills (as if the kids were so ignorant that they didn’t notice they slept in the same bed half the time). They’d bought a house in town, but the deal had fallen through at the last minute and they needed a place to stay. What a coincidence, his mom had said. Just think of Y/N as your unofficial stepsister.
Y/N. His new stepsister for all intents and purposes. She had her own room, she sat beside him at dinner, and she had been photographed in the latest family portrait.
And Mike was pissed. Not because she was rude or entitled or snobbish. But because she was a drop-dead gorgeous goody two-shoes and absolutely off limits.
Lusting after his stepsister? Wrong. Taboo. Absolutely not.
And yet nothing got him more aroused than the thought of her writhing beneath him, muffling her cries so their family down the hall wouldn’t hear her. And it certainly didn’t help that she never properly closed her door, giving anyone walking by a glimpse of her walking around her room in nothing but a shirt with a flash of her panties every now and then.
Like now.
“I don’t know, El.” She was on the phone, twirling the coiled cord around her finger as she stood in front of her floor length mirror in nothing but an oversized shirt, turning this way and that, the cradle in her other hand. Her shiny hair fell over her shoulder as she cocked her head at her reflection. “Toby Warren’s a douche. You said it yourself. He tried to shove his tongue down Patty Lessard’s throat last weekend at Tanya’s party. Why would I go out with him?”
Whatever El said, Mike didn’t hear. And even if he picked up the line on another phone, she would hear the click of the phone being lifted off the cradle. Y/N let out a groan, plopping down on the bed. “Yeah, I guess,” she said mopily.
Mike frowned and before he knew it, he was moving forward, gently pushing her door open. Y/N looked up, soft eyes connecting with his. “Hold on. I’ll call you back, El.” She hung up the phone, placing it on the end of her bed, standing quickly. “Mike.”
“How’s El?” When Y/N and her dad had moved in with Mike’s family, she’d quickly been taken in by his friend group, all of them eager to meet her, despite her being a year younger. Lucas and Dustin had teased him nonstop, as if knowing what lurked under the surface of his skin.
“Oh, she’s fine. We were just catching up since she’s missed the past few days of class.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder, crossing her arms. A clear indication she was uncomfortable. Curiosity grew in Mike, urging him to step into her room and close the door behind him. He’d helped move boxes into her room when her and her dad first moved in (he also had his own room – Mike’s dad’s old mancave, but it wasn’t like he really ever slept there) but he hadn’t been in since. He took in the room with a glance. Soft pink walls, a white duvet, a window seat cluttered with records and books, and a few boxes still in the corner of her room by the closet. “Did you need something, Mike?”
His eyes snapped back to Y/N’s, her bare legs at the edge of his vision taunting him. “You sounded kind of sad on the phone. Everything okay?”
“Oh, yeah,” she said flippantly, looking over his shoulder at the empty hallway. “I’m fine.”
Y/N may have been pretty and smart, but she was a shit liar. He told her so. “What’s really happening?”
Y/N sighed. “El told me that Max overheard Patricia Mueller and Sharon Wazinsky talking in the bathroom that Toby Warren was going to ask me out on a date at lunch on Monday.”
“Toby Warren’s dirty fuck who can’t keep it in his pants.” And ever since he got his braces off last month, he’s been an overconfident fucker. He was only a Junior – not King of the World.
“I know that,” she sassed, planting her hands on her hips. The action made the shirt rise and suddenly Mike found it very difficult to look at her face. He didn’t know how he did it and stayed on topic.
“So…it seems like a no-brainer. Say no.”
“It’s not a no-brainer though.” Y/N dropped her hands, and began to pace her room, following the edge of her area carpet, a fuzzy pink circle. Caught in the whirlwind that was her genius yet chaotic mind, Mike dropped on the edge of her bed. “He’s gross, like you said, and I know he’s only asking me because he thinks I’m easy – not that I would ever have sex with the guy. Or date him, mind you. Not to mention–”
“So why are you even considering it?” Mike raised his brows at Y/N, who stopped pacing to look at him. “You’ve only listed negatives.”
Y/N slowly lowered herself onto the bed beside Mike, looking down at her hands. “Max also heard that Toby say I’m easy because I’m a nerd. And ‘easy' means…inexperienced.”
Realization dawned on Mike, and he nodded. “And you don’t want him to be right.”
“But he is,” Y/N fell back with a huff, throwing her arm over her eyes, and Mike finally failed at keeping his eyes on her face. Her shirt had finally risen high enough to show him what he’d been dreaming of. Unsurprisingly, her panties were pink, a little white bow at the top of the waistband. Her legs were parted slightly, and if he wanted to, Mike could shove his hand between them and punch her hips toward the ceiling for easy access. He fisted the duvet instead, eyes flicking over to her bedroom door. It was closed.
Mike licked his lips. “What if he wasn’t?” Wrong. This was wrong.
Y/N moved her arm, glancing at him curiously. “What?”
“What if you weren’t inexperienced by Monday?”
“That’s impossible, Mike. I would need to find a guy who would not only do it, but one that I’d be comfortable enough with to let him do…whatever.”
“Are you comfortable with me?”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “Obviously, Mike.” So smart yet so dull.
“Okay, so, what about me?”
“What?” Y/N sat up slowly, an unbelieving laugh tumbling from her lips.
This is your chance to abort your mission. Take it. Mike didn’t. “I could teach you. Show you the things you want to learn.”
Y/N was silent for a moment. “We shouldn’t do that, Mike. It would be inappropriate.”
Not a hard no. He could work with that. “Why not? You said you’re comfortable with me.”
“We’re practically siblings, Mike.”
Which is exactly what makes this so damn hot. “But we’re not related, Y/N. Our parents aren’t even married. It would be fine. And no one would have to know.”
Y/N nibbled at her bottom lip. “I appreciate it, Mike, but that would be wrong. We shouldn’t.”
“No worries.” Mike made to stand up. “But this means that Toby Warrens will be right about you.”
Three, two, one– “Wait.”
Dainty fingers wrapped around Mike’s wrist. Y/N was sitting up again, her pretty pink underwear hidden from view. Mike bit back his victorious smirk, easing back onto the bed. “Yeah, Y/N?”
She looked so innocent looking at him. Her eyes were wide and vulnerable, and Mike wished the neckline of her shirt was a little lower so he could see right down it. “You’d really help me?”
“Of course, Y/N.” With his free hand, he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, relishing in the way her eyes fluttered shut and she swallowed thickly. “That’s what family is for.”
She took a deep breath, noddingly shallowly. “Okay. Teach me.”
Mike grinned. “First thing: have you ever kissed a boy?”
Y/N scoffed. “I’m not that inexperienced.”
“What about making out?”
Y/N made a face. “I did once in my old town. Benny Baker. He basically said I wasn’t any good.”
“Well, that’s what I’m here for. Practice with me. I’ll tell you what you need to work on.” Mike grazed her cheek with the back of his knuckles. Y/N rolled her lips, nodding. She leaned in, eyes dropping to his. Hers were glossy and smelled like the cherry gloss she was always applying. But Mike didn’t want her like this, sitting beside him like they were tweens and not a junior and senior in high school. He gasped, arching his back. As expected, Y/N pulled back.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I, uh, was wrestling with Lucas and hurt my back. Can we try a different position?”
Y/N’s brow furrowed in concern, but she nodded. Mike wrapped an arm around her waist, the other reaching for her far leg. He pulled her onto his lap, adjusting her around him so she was straddling him. Her breasts brushed his chest with each breath, the heat of her legs caging him in. So much better.
“Does this hurt your back?”
Mike smiled. She was maybe only an inch or two above him and her hands rested casually on his shoulders. “No. This is much better, thanks.” Y/N nodded, and he brushed her hair off her forehead, tucking some strands behind her ear. “Ready, Y/N? Show me what you got.”
As it turned out, Y/N had a lot. She leaned in slowly, but not nervously, lips brushing his for a second before she pressed them firmly against his. They were soft and pliant against his, and he was right – they tasted like her cherry lipgloss. Her hands drifted up his neck, tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, fingernails gently scraping at his scalp.
Y/N had to be lying about being inexperienced. She was far too good at this. Mike’s hand gripped the back of her head, crushing her mouth to hers so that when he nibbled on her lower lip, she gasped into his mouth. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and Y/N, God bless her, followed along. She mirrored his actions with enthusiasm, going so far as to bite down on his lip. But then her hips dropped, rolling over the bulge in his jeans. Mike nearly came in his pants then and there.
His hand slid up her thigh, gripping her flesh. When he got to the fat of her hip, he squeezed, indulging himself in the moan that slipped past her lips. “Mike.”
“You’re doing so good, Y/N,” he praised against her lips, dragging his hand higher. “Keep going.” Her hips rolled against his again, and Mike inhaled sharply. This was so much better than what he’d hoped for. She was enthusiastic. Y/N’s mouth moved against his, her hips setting a steady rhythm. Mike’s hand drifted higher, the backs of his knuckles brushing the underside of her breast. When her hips faltered, Mike smiled. He ran the rough pad of his thumb over her hardened nipple, capturing her bottom lip again. He released it with a pop, taking in its dark, puffy appearance.
Was Y/N’s pussy in the same state? Probably, by the way she was grinding herself against him. He was stealing that pair of panties after this – that was a guarantee. Mike pinched her nipple, watching the arousal clouding her vision thicken further.
“Mike.”
“You like that, Y/N? Like it when I pinch your nipple? Yeah, you do.” Y/N’s hip stuttered. Shit. She was close. Did she even know what an orgasm was? Mike captured her lips again, wrapping an arm around her waist to help her keep her rhythm, alternating between pinching and rubbing her nipples.
Y/N came with a whine, hips stuttering and trying to lift off Mike’s lap, but his arm kept her firmly planted against him, and every time her hips stuttered, she only rubbed herself against Mike again, whimpering at the overstimulation. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, both pushing and pulling. He held her through her orgasm, letting go only when she was completely spent.
Mike peppered her face with kisses, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb into the top of her thigh. “That was amazing, Y/N. No notes. You did so wonderful.”
“I did?” She smiled, eyes slightly tired. “I didn’t even know what I was doing at the end but it just felt…right.”
Mike brushed his fingers against Y/N’s lips. So she didn’t know what she’d done. “Y/N, you gave yourself an orgasm.”
Her brow furrowed. “I did?”
Mike smiled at her innocence. Ignoring his cock trying to break through the zipper of his jeans, he pushed Y/N off of him, walking her over to her full-length mirror. He lifted her shirt out of the way, his hand hovering close to her panties. “You see that, Y/N? You came all over my pants. Look at how wet you are.”
Y/N looked at herself in wonder, smoothing out her underwear to better see the wet spot. The innocent wonder in her eyes made up Mike’s mind. He’d planned on letting her go after this upon seeing the exhaustion in her eyes. But a guy had needs too, and Y/N was going to take care of his. Now.
He left Y/N in front of the mirror to lock the door, returning to his spot behind her. He turned her around. “Ready for your next lesson?”
The perfect girl, Y/N nodded eagerly.
“Take off your panties.” Y/N only hesitated for a moment before listening to him, shimmying herself out of them. Mike bent down, swiping them off the floor and shoving them in his back pocket. “You’re such a good listener, Y/N, it’s such a fucking turn-on. Now, on your knees.”
Y/N listened, blushing. Mike had thought Y/N looked hot on his lap, but this – she looked fucking delectable. He wanted to snatch her up, throw her on the bed, and take her in every way he could imagine. His cock jumped behind the confines of his pants.
“You got your orgasm. Now it’s my turn. I assume you’ve never given head or a handjob?”
Eyes on the floor, Y/N shook her head. Blush bloomed high on her cheeks. Mike brushed the side of her head and she looked up. Mike gripped her chin gently, caressing her soft skin. “That’s okay, Y/N. I’m going to show you.”
Y/N smiled. “You’re such a good stepbrother, Mike.”
“Yeah,” he grinned. “I am. Okay, first piece of advice: a guy likes it when you take him out. Undo my belt.”
Y/N did, biting down on her bottom lip as she focused. She pulled the belt out of the loops, tossing it on the floor beside her. She didn’t need any direction to pop open the button on his jeans or pull down the zipper. She did it slowly, glancing up at him through thick, long eyelashes, batting them when she reached for the waistband of his boxers.
Mike knew then and there that it didn’t matter if Y/N was good or bad at this – he wasn’t going to last so long as some part of her was touching his cock. He swallowed. “Pull me out.”
Y/N didn’t do so right away. She pulled his jeans down a few inches, pushing her hand up over his bulge before wrapping her fingers around his waistband. She tugged them down enough to reach in and pull him out, her warm hands wrapping around him.
Mike moaned at the feeling of Y/N’s hand gripping him. He was at the perfect height to lean forward and push himself into her mouth, but he made himself wait. Through half-lidded eyes, Mike watched Y/N stare at his erect cock with lust and interest. Her hand was still wrapped around the base of his cock, and he moaned again when she flexed her fingers.
“What do I do?”
“You can’t pump it when it’s dry,” Mike told her thickly. “Lube or spit will do. But when you don’t have either of those, you can’t really move your hand. But if you squeeze– oh, fuck, Y/N.” Y/N squeezed the base of his cock again, and Mike punched his hips. “I know I’m supposed to be teaching you, but we need to pick up the pace. Spit on your hand and then spread it.” He watched Y/N do it with hesitation, and he reached out. One hand wrapped around her first hand, tightening her grip around his base. He guided the other hand to wrap around his cock, demonstrating how tight he wanted her grip to be. He stroked himself with her hand, focusing mostly on the head, moving his wrist in a wringing motion.
“The head is super sensitive, so focus most of your efforts on that, but don’t forget about the rest – whether you’re giving me a handjob or head.”
Y/N nodded up at him, eyes on his cock leaking precum like no tomorrow. Mike slowly let go, and Y/N did a damn good job continuing the pace and pressure he’d set. Behind her in the mirror, he watched her bare ass jiggle as she pumped him. He was so focused on watching her round ass jiggle that his hips bucked in surprise at the feeling of Y/N’s wet mouth on him. “Oh, shit.”
Y/N was looking up at him, an innocent look on her face as she slowly licked up the slit of his cock, collecting all the precum on her tongue. Mike cursed, low and filthy, the sight burning into his retinas. Y/N pulled her tongue into her mouth, pursing her lips and smearing spit onto the blunt head of his cock. He was practically purple with need.
“You’re getting harder,” Y/N whispered, pulling back just enough to speak. The lipgloss she hadn’t lost when they made out was now smeared around his cock. She watched as his cock bobbed under her attentive eyes.
“You’re doing a great job,” Mike managed to say. “Put your mouth back on me and suck. Hollow your cheeks. No teeth, baby.”
Y/N must have been a straight-A student at school because she followed his instructions perfectly. With every bob of her head, she took him a little deeper until one hand wasn’t needed and he nearly hit the back of her throat. Mike cupped both sides of Y/N’s head but didn’t quicken or slow her, only holding her hair out of her face. His touch seemed to spur her on because suddenly she moved faster, sucked harder, bobbed deeper until she choked, her throat tightening around his head, drool spilling down her chin. Mike pulled out of her mouth, gripping himself.
“Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.” Y/N did, and he gripped her chin. Y/N let him tilt her head up, blinking quickly with every time he smacked his cock on her tongue. When he slid his cock along her tongue, she closed her mouth, sucking with force. “Fuck, Y/N. Just like that. Next time, I’m gonna fuck this pretty mouth.”
Her eyes had darkened with lust, but Y/N kept her eyes on Mike as she brought him closer and closer to a fast-approaching edge. She gripped the base of his cock with a few fingers, squeezing firmly. Mike fought to stay still and not thrust into her mouth. He ran his thumb over the corner of her mouth where saliva was dripping.
“You look so pretty sucking my cock. You’re such a good sister.” Y/N moaned around him, and Mike’s balls tightened. “You gonna swallow, Y/N? No guy likes a girl that spits.”
Y/N hummed, and Mike took that as a yes, I’ll swallow your cum, Mike. I love you as my stepbrother.
Kissing his stepsister, letting her grind on his lap – neither were as dirty or taboo as her sucking his cock. Mike thought about the way Y/N’s tongue had felt tangling with his, her thighs framing his as she came on his lap, the soaked panties in his back pocket. None of it compared to the feeling of her soft warm lips wrapped around him or the feeling of the blunt head of his cock hitting the back of her throat when she took him deeply and gagged. His fingers tangled tighter in her hair, tugging when he finally came, pushing further into her mouth and spilling down her throat with a low moan, her name on his lips and his eyes locking with hers.
When Mike pulled out, a string of drool connected the tip of his cock to Y/N’s puffy lips. She licked her lips and it disappeared.
“Was it okay?”
Mike huffed a laugh, helping Y/N to her feet. Her legs wobbled, and both knees had rugburn on them. “That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had, Y/N.”
“Really?” She blushed, fingers clasped at her front. Mike lowered his head, unable to stop himself from brushing his lips against hers.
“Really. That was fucking mindblowing.”
“Thanks, Mike,” she whispered. Her legs rubbed together, and Mike glimpsed arousal dripping down the insides of her thighs.
“Spread your legs for me.” Wordlessly, Y/N did, and he reached down, slipping a few fingers between her folds. “Oh, baby, you’re dripping.”
Y/N whimpered, shifting her weight to push her hips into his hand. “Mike.”
He pulled his hand away. “Not tonight. You’re so tired you can barely stand. Don’t clean it up, and definitely don’t touch yourself. I’ll know if you do.”
“But Mike–”
He caressed Y/N’s cheek, smearing her arousal over the soft skin. “I mean it, Y/N. It’ll all make sense in the morning.”
Y/N deflated. “Okay.”
Mike kissed Y/N, tilting her head back and tangling his tongue with hers. “You’re such a good listener. Good night, Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning.”
