#wheeler

“what’s your problem?” he asks the pale boy who makes a face in response to the letterman jacket.

“what’s yours?” he asks back and you internally cringe.

“thank you.” you smile up at the blonde disinterested before taking the cup from mikes hand and then drag him out of the kitchen. “leave me alone, and stop getting mouthy to boys bigger than you.”

“bigger than me?” he asks, leaning back against the wall with a cocky smile and you roll your eyes again.

“go find someone else to annoy mikey.” you walk away and he shakes his head before following you. he felt like a cartoon character following the smell of pie as your perfume lingered behind in the trail he chased after you.

“don’t drink.” he tells you, rushing in front of you to block your path as you attempt to enter the back yard where your friends wait for you.

you look up at him annoyed now. “why? you gonna tell on me?”

“no.” he takes the cup from your hand and gives it a sniff before scrunching up his face. “i wanna take you home and i can’t if you’re wasted.”

that almost knocked the wind out of you. “oh.” he looks down at you and licks his lips.

“oh?” he’s almost laughing as he questions your shy response.

you and mike had hooked up on and off for a few months, since just after your 18th birthday. he’d never really thought of you anyway other than his friends little sister until you had been at another party thrown by one of the rich kids and you ran to him scared and helpless after a dude had made some advances at you. your brother was wasted already and mike was there in shiny armour. taking you home and fucking you in the room next to his best friend’s.

“my moms hosting book club tonight, i don’t think you’d be able to come in.” you tell him , quieter now and he shrugs.

“i’ve climbed in your window countless times.” he says like it’s the most normal thing ever and you shrug.

“what about my brother?” you ask, looking over mikes shoulder and seeing him standing with the other boys in their group.

“what about him?” he asks and you roll your eyes.

“what would you tell him?” you ask and he shrugs.

“i didn’t know i had to report to him? you know one second i just gotta go let him know my cocks aching staring at his sister’s tits in that dres-“ your hand flies over his mouth, closing the space between the two of you and he almost wants to sigh at the feel of you against him.

“mikey!” you exclaim. there’s a giggle against your lips and he smiles on your hand before you pull it back but he catches your wrist in his hand.

he presses a kiss to your palm and pulls you closer against him. “does he know you’re here?”

“no he hasn’t spotted me yet.” you explain and he nods.

“good.”

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“shh!” you whisper as you watch mike fall back against your dressing table as he scrambles through your open bedroom window before steadying himself.

“what did my brother say?” you ask coming over to him and he shrugs.

“nothing much, just said i had to head home.” his hands drag up your sides, taking your nightgown with them as his lips press into your own, finally. the cold air sends shivers up your spine as more and more of your body is exposed to the late nights air until your nipples are revealed, quickly peaking and hardening under the breeze.

“you didn’t close the window!” you whisper to mike and he looks up at you with a smirk.

he drops to his knees, hands holding up your night dress.“sorry angel.” his mouth makes quick work of dragging itself over your ribcage, leaving open mouthed wet kisses in its trail. you’re doing so well keeping your composure until his hands lift up to pinch your nipples and a shocked moan is pulled from you. “you feel good baby?”

you’re nodding as you sigh against his touch. “missed you mikey..need more.” your hands reach down to pull him on top of you back against your bed. and he smirks down at you. your arms wrap around his neck to pull him down to kiss you again, his hips grinding down against your own and he swears he can feel the wet spot on your panties through his jeans.

“yeah? missed you too princess.. been a whole week without my favourite girl.” your cheeks heat at his words and he notices as he watches you. he pulls back, hands roaming over your body covered by the lacy pink night dress. “so fucking cute. get it off.”

you raise your arms above your head and let him pull it off you and his hands are quick to make their way to the matching painties. he pulls them down your legs, a sticky trail following them.

“fucking hell princess.” he admires the mess between your legs like it was the mona lisa. “how long have you been like this?” he asks and you shrug.

“since you got mouthy to chris for giving me a drink at the party.” you admit without even thinking and he wants to berate you for it but as he stares at your needy cunt he can’t imagine doing anything but fucking it.

his lips press against your wet heat and you draw in a tight breath at the sensation. his tongue licks a stripe and then he leans back on his heels and looks back up at you.

“so good mikey.” you look at him, your watery eyes boring into his own like he was the best thing you’d ever seen. “just want you please.” he’d not even said anything and you were practically begging for him.

“such a doting girl ready to take everything i give to you.” he presses a kiss to your lips before standing back and taking off his shirt as you unbuckle his belt and struggle to get his jeans down.

they stop at his thighs and you decide that’s far enough before your lips wrap around the red tip of his cock. “fuhhck.” his head bobs back showing off his adam’s apple as his fingers tangle into your hair. he pushes you down as far as you can manage before you splutter around him and he lets you off.

“gotta fuck you angel.” he pushes you back against the plush pink cover and lifts your legs up on to his shoulders. he positions his long cock at your entrance and you’re circling yourself needily against the tip.

“what’re you teasing yourself for dummy?” he asks you his hand stroking against your cheek as he lets his weight rest on the back of your legs and it definitely should’ve come across mockingly but it felt strangely like he was telling you he loved you.

but before he could dwell on that too much he put a hand over your bladder area and pushed himself into you slowly. you squirmed against the stretch and he cooed into your neck, calming you down. “shh shh be good for me, yeah?”

“it’s so good mikey! hurts so bad.” there are tears gathering in the corners of your eyes as he pulls back and begins to move in and out of you slowly. your fingers are gripping into his arms and he feels you tighten around him.

“bun?” he asks and you can barely open your eyes to look up at him. “hey hey eyes on me.” his fingers find their way to your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“so good mikey.”

“you gonna cum already baby?” he asks and you’re nodding, eyes boring into his own and he almost laughs despite the swelling in his chest at the sight of you. “just got in you princess.”

“making me feel so good mikey. you fit in so perfect.” your words are mumbled moans as you preen into him, his arms caging you against the pink sheets of your bed.

“come on then princess. show me how good i am.” his smirk as he watches your hips grind up against him is so cocky and he knows if you weren’t so needy you’d be pissed to see him like this.

his hands roam around your body before settling on your tits. he grabs them and pushes them together, letting his face rub between them. the sensation of him everywhere was so overwhelming for you. his pubes tickle against your clit as his lips kiss and suck your tits and before you know it you’re cumming around him.

your body spasms against him and he speeds up, fucking you through it. “that’s it princess, take what you need from me.”

“can’t-no more.” you’re scratching up his back at the overwhelming feeling of him continuing to fuck you but it doesn’t put him off at all. in fact it just makes him even harder inside of you.

“you got another one in you for me? hm? gonna makes me super proud angel?” the way his eyes looked down at you you know there was no way you could say no and before you knew it he was flipping you over.

you were seated on top of him, his cock stuffed even deeper now as you rocked back and forth. but he shook his head, tutting at you before slapping a hand against your ass. “uh uh, all the way to the top-like i told you baby.” you dragged yourself up his long cock and dropped back down on it.

the way your tits bounced everytime you sunk down on him had him twitching inside of you. he grabbed your wrists, pinning them behind your back and using them to pull you on and off of his cock.

“oh my god mikey, gonna cum again!” you were crying now, your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

“look at me, eyes on me princess. wanna see you when you cum for me.” his words had you grounding yourself, your hands gripping his own behind your back as you stared into his eyes.

he kept fucking you, up and down on his length over and over again until you felt him still pulling you down against him as he came and you followed suit quickly. he jerked against you, rocking you around as he came so hard he almost stars.

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okay i hope this was good i haven’t written since whenever the last thing posted on this blog was 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣

earlier mike had called you over to hang out with him. this wasn't out of the ordinary, you guys loved quality time together. this time he invited you into his room to show you some part of something he was really interested in. you knew it was bad but you kinda stopped listening. he just looked so handsome rambling on about it. he was so focus and had so much information on it, it kinda turned you on?

you guys layed on his bed right next to each other, he stared at the ceiling as he rambled and you looked over into his eyes. everything he said you could feel yourself growing more and more ready to take him down. you had to brace yourself so he didn't think you were uninterested. little did he know you were sooo interested.

he looked down at you and paused "y/n why're you looking at me like that" you furrowed your brows "like what mikey?" your eyes always got him. he tried to look away, you can tell he was now very nervous. he swallowed hard before talking "nothing.. nevermind" he stated. you giggle a little before sitting up, facing him. he realizes this and starts to sit up, scooting as far back as his headboard allowed him. you on the other hand started to come towards him, soon climbing onto his lap.

"y/n what're you doing" he stated. it's not that he didn't want you on top of him you just made him so nervous. plus he knew how hard he was from the eye contact you gave him. how embarrassed would he be if you found out you made him hard over doing something so simple.

"shh mikey don't worry you can keep talking." you coo to him. as soon as he tried to start, he could feel you start to grind on him. he couldn't help but let out a groan. it felt so good to him, and to be honest, he wanted this to happen one way he just didn't know how to initiate it.

instead of him stopping you he pulled you closer, slightly grinding back. you smirked at this, happy to have made him feel good, you brought your lips to his neck leaving wet kisses. he started to be overwhelmed with pleasure "fuck y/n. you- you make me feel so good" he started, making you moaned in delight. he flipped you over, surprising you, as you didn't expect this. "let me make you feel good, yeah?"

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It had been months since you and Mike had first started whatever it was between you two. Yes he had a girlfriend, yes he told you that you had to keep things secret, and yes you agreed. But over those months you’d grown more and more close to him.

The way he’d pull you into empty classrooms as you walked alone down the halls. The way he’d hold your hand under tables at dinners. The way he’d whisper his deepest thoughts for only you to hear late at night. The way he’d call you and say your codeword to come over.

“I was just getting myself a PB&J.” And just like that you’d suddenly remember that you promised to help Will with his math homework or Lucas with a science project, or Dustin with an essay he was really struggling with.

You’d run out before any follow up questions or protests could be said, put your hood over your head, hop on your bike, and sneak your way through his bedroom window. He’d be waiting on his bed, flipping through some comic book, and playing it casual when you opened his window.

You’d both play it cool for a minute before you’d give in and kiss him until you run out of breath. He’d let down his facade and for those precious few hours you’d find something true and real.

At least that’s what was supposed to happen. What had been your unspoken deal since the sophomore year homecoming when you found him sitting alone as everyone else danced.

After everything that happened with Vecna, El and Hopper decided it was best that she stayed away from things like school dances. So Mike was left by himself as Dustin spent his whole night with Suzie, Lucas in the hospital, and Will with his overprotective mother.

You saw Mike’s frown and decided to ask him to dance, as a friend, at least at first.

But as Take On Me faded into Time After Time something shifted between the two of you. He offered you his hand and started to sway the two of you back and forth. It might have been the music or the atmosphere but something in that moment made you see him in a new way. And a glint in his eyes made you think that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same.

Before you knew it, you started to lean in. You knew it was wrong, he had a girlfriend and loved her deeply. But before you could stop yourself, he was meeting you in the middle, soft lips barely grazing over yours.

By the end of the night it had been cemented. You were head over heels for Mike Wheeler.

So when you get the familiar call that afternoon and hear, “Small change of plans,” a pit forms in your stomach. “Holly got sick so Nancy’s staying home to take care of her.”

“Oh, okay.”

“But I still want to see you.”

“I want to see you too.”

“Meet me in the parking lot outside Starcourt. No one ever goes there since it got destroyed. Bye.”

“By-”

You hate having to keep everything you feel for him secret. It was already bad when you were sneaking through his window but now you’re meeting him in his sister’s car outside an abandoned mall.

You look in the mirror at the godforsaken mess he made you. You wish you were strong enough to break it off, to admit to him and yourself that you deserve better. But you think it all while putting on your favorite flowery blouse and jean shorts. You consider finally wearing your vanilla scented perfume, the one you picked out months ago, the night after he invited you to come get pizza with him and his friends. You open the cap and put your hand on the pump before you repeat the same process you went through the first time he invited you over. Going back and forth on whether or not it’s worth it to risk getting caught. And it isn’t, it never is. At least not to him.

You grab your bike and ride straight to the mall barely even stopping for traffic lights. And when you get there you see it, his sister’s station wagon, parked in the middle of the empty lot.

You set your bike down and walk toward the car. As you walk, it echoes through your mind that you deserve better. But you don’t want better, you want Michael Joseph Wheeler. You want a boy that can never belong to you. He belongs to El, a girl you’ve never met but Mike describes as a light in the coldest dark. If anything you should stop for her. But can you? Your breath hitches as you reach for the handle and tell yourself you can always stop.

“Hey baby.” He says as you climb into the passenger seat and you just want to scream at him to not call you baby, not while you’re stuck as his other woman.

“Hey Mike.” You sigh. He puts his hand on your cheek and you melt into his touch. He leans in and brings his lips to yours. You entirely forget about the world outside the car. Nothing else is important anymore. Not when he’s got your cheek in his hand and you’ve got his tongue in your mouth.

“Mike?” He pauses and pulls back.

“What? Is something wrong?” You want to tell him, you have every intention to, truly. But the second he asks, with a tone halfway between sad and scared, you abandon all your intentions. You’re an idiotic fool for him, no matter how many longing stares you send each other across a room, you’re just his friend, and no matter how many illicit affairs the two of you have, he’s still in love with someone else.

“I just wanted to say that you,” You try to look away from his puppy dog eyes, “you, you smell really nice.”

You let out a soft sigh, smaller than he can notice. “Thank you?”

“Yeah.” You whisper, his lips returning to yours.