𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗰, 𝗳.𝘄

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲, 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀
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2998 𝘄𝗰, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 & 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱. :)

y/n flung the lanky boy down on his bed, grinding against his lap as they hungrily made out, like a virgin by madonna playing on mike's stereo.

he grinded his hips up towards her, his large hands placed around her hips so he could control the pressure & pace she was going at. the two teenagers moaning into each other's mouths as mike pulled back & tugged his 'hellfire club' shirt off, his pale chest meeting her clothed one.

"michael?" she questioned, daintily batting my her perfect eyelashes at him.

grinning, he admired her, tracing his hand down her back, "yes, sweetheart?"

y/n licked her lips & looked down at his exposed chest, taking her hand & running it over his shoulders, collarbones, & then his pasty skin, giving the wheeler boy goosebumps. she went further & further each time. "what's the hellfire club?"

mike could've taken her right then & there, her eyes were set on him & only him, her concentration solely focused on his body, her cheer skirt looked undeniably amazing on her, her hair framing her face that made her look so innocent.

but she's not innocent, giving him a blowjob the other day in his basement, on her knees for him. oh how the boy wanted to brag about it with his friends. mike wouldn't stop until he had her, that was for sure.

not wanting to look nerdy in front of her, mike looked off to the side before meeting her gaze again, "s'just a shirt, don't worry about it." he grabbed her cheeks, pulling her down to kiss him more.

as she felt his tongue slide past her lips, she sat up & continued to hold eye contact with him while she pulled her tank top over her head, exposing her bra & choosing not to question him anymore.

mike stared in awe. he's never gone near a girl like this, his mind immediately went to the gutter & he started imagining poor little y/n making lewd sounds while he ruined her.

"shit," he whispered, mostly to himself, "you're the most beautiful girl i've ever seen." he praised, his brain turning to mush as y/n leaned down & started kissing his neck.

the tent in his pants was definitely up & about, a cheerleader grinding against his bulge while she moaned against his neck, her hips felt just right in his hands.

while she was too busy feeling mike up, she wanted him to make himself useful as well. grabbing his hand, she guided it down to under her skirt, where mike was extremely surprised to feel the small stream of wetness.

i don't remember learning about this in health class, he thought to himself.

his brown eyes going wide, he swallowed hard & his heart started beating out of his chest. y/n must have noticed because she stopped sucking his neck & leaned back up to meet his eye, "touch me, mike." she said sensually.

"uhh... okay?" he replied shakily.

mike bit his lip & slipped two fingers past her waist band, collecting her wetness on his deft fingers, playing with what he assumed was her clitoris.

& he was right, because y/n had became a whimpering mess on top of him while he continued to slowly grind his hips upwards, "we can finish from the other night, yeah?" he whispered to her dazed state. she had taken her fingers & placed them over mike's, adding pressure when she needed it.

"mm, yes." she moaned quietly, causing mike to slowly pull her underwear down.

she pulled away & smirked at him, "why are you pulling my underwear down? i thought i was giving you a blowjob."

letting out a playful scoff, mike sat up on his elbows & bit his lip, "maybe after that we could do more?"

the younger girl tsked & teased the boy in front of her. "is mike the virgin... asking me to have sex with him?"

"ughh," he groaned. "please never call me that again."

his remark made both of them laugh, y/n leaning down & hiding her face in mikes neck.

after all of the giggling had settled down, y/n collected herself, she grabbed the hem of mikes jeans & motioned for him to help her, "i don't think you're ready for that just yet."

"i think i am." he gave in to her teasing, shimmying out of his jeans, almost completely nude.

pulling down his boxers, y/n bit her lip & grabbed his base, making him let out a small whimper, "that depends on how long you can last-"

"-mike! we need to talk!" dustin said from the other side of the door.

"fuck." mike muttered angrily.

y/n jumped back, pulling her underwear back on & looking up at mike. he was panicking & looking anywhere he could while he too pulled his clothes on quickly.

"uhm... j-just a second, dustin!" he called back.

dustin knocked on the door eagerly, his brows furrowed, "what are you doing in there?" he held his ear against the door, "no way! are you listening to madonna?"

mike finished pulling his shirt on & ushered y/n to the window, "i'm sorry, i'm sorry. i'll see you tomorrow, okay?" he asked her. she quickly nodded & he leaned down to give her a quick kiss.

"mike!"
"coming!"

y/n went out the window, making her way home once she made it to the ground of the wheeler's yard, wondering what was so important that she had to leave.

meanwhile, mike had straightened himself up & cut his stereo off. he walked over to his door & opened it, coming face to face with an agitated dustin henderson. "fucking finally." he seethed before brushing past mike.

"what is it now, dustin?" he shut his door, awaiting more news.

dustin put his hands in the air & shook his head in disbelief, "it's back... it's back, man."

"the mindflayer? but we destroyed it at starcourt. i told you guys it's probably just a misunderstanding."

"something weird happened to max this morning-" dustin cut off his rambling as he stared at mikes neck in horror.

the boy made a face of confusion as his friend stopped mid sentence, "what happened to her?"

"mike?"
"what?"

dustin walked up to him, inspecting his neck closer. there's no way it could be what he thinks it is. there's just absolutely no way.

"is that a hickey?"

mikes eyes went went wide & he immediately brought his hand up to his neck, "ouch... ow. n-no, it's a bruise."

dustin gave him a skeptical look, making mike roll his eyes. "yes, it's a hickey."

-

the phone rang loudly, making max groan before she threw the covers off herself. she got up & walked over to her landline sluggishly.

the phone continued to ring, causing the redhead to huff with annoyance, "shut it! i'm coming."

she grabbed the phone & held it to her ear, wincing at the intensity of the person on the other line, considering she was still half asleep.

"have you heard from him recently?" el asked through the phone. max furrowed her brows & closed her eyes, "who?"

el inhaled deeply, "mike."

"uhm... i talked to him the other day, why?"
she leaned against the desk, the sleep in her eyes still prominent, her head pounding with another headache.

max could hear el starting to pace & she squinted her eyes. "he hasn't talked to me in four weeks... everytime i call him, he doesn't have the time to talk. e-everytime i write to him, he doesn't write back anymore. it's odd."

"hmm... that is odd." she agreed to el's statement, thinking back to the other day.

el pressed the conversation, "what was he doing the last time you talked to him?"

still half asleep & only semi-awake, max started mumbling under her breath, but el caught just enough of the conversation, "i don't know, i think he was with a cheerleader... in the basement."

"cheerleader... as in girl?" she quickly asked, sitting down at her desk & staring out the window.

"yes," max continued, "they're just friends. mike wouldn't cheat on you, i hope."

"you hope??" el had a worried tone, her & mike were supposed to spend spring break together but he didn't even show. even will was upset about it. he was upset at mike for a lot of things.

max quickly opened her eyes, paying more attention to the conversation, "he's not cheating on you! like i said, y/n & mike are just friends. & she's like a grade below us."

"y/n? that's such a... stupid name."

this made max let out a small chuckle of amusement, "yeah, okay."

el played with the cord attached to her landline, "is she pretty?"

"hmm, y/n? yeah i would say she's pretty." nodding, max propped her chin on her palm while she bent down on the desk.

there was a moment where the two teenage girls didn't say anything.

"i have to go."

"wait- el, listen- hello?" max pulled the phone from her ear when she realized that she had been hung up on. she sighed & slammed the phone back down, crawling back into bed moments later.

-

mike panted, keeping his hand on her hip, sliding his thigh between her legs as she reached up & grabbed the back of his neck & tugged on his baby hairs.

she whined when he pushed his knee up further, the friction making her insides feel tingly. "hmph... mike." she moaned, her other hand on his slim chest that was hidden behind his turquoise jacket.

"yeah?" he murmured against the girls' lips after a moment of smacking sounds, his hand slithering down her pants. "not now, not here." y/n pulled away him, eager to go back to his lips but she knew getting sexual in hawkins high's janitor closet isn't the best decision.

mike grabbed her jaw & deepened the kiss, "mphm... why not?"

pulling away from the intense makeout with a giggle, y/n fixed her hair, gazing up at the boy. "we're at school."

"exactly, i'm skipping class for you," he grabbed her hips. "i never skip class. especially mrs. reids."

the girl grinned & let out a playful scoff, "i forgot that you're a nerd." mike gave a fake offended look. "you were just smooching this nerd, though."

humming, the h/c haired girl looked at mikes watch. "class is almost over, better get going." she grabbed her bag & reached for the door, but mike was quick to grab her wrist. "wait."

turning around & looking up at him, she furrowed her brows, "what is it?"

mike gulped & let his arms hang by his sides as he gazed at her. "i-i was hoping we could hold hands to your third period today?"

internally cringing, y/n gripped the straps of her bag, "oh uhm- i wish we could but i-i have to go." she quickly opened the door to the janitors closet, walking down the hall.

"wait up!" mike called out, "i'll see you later?"
"can't."

"why not?" mike was now beside her.

"because... i'm going to the movies with stacey tonight." she told him, walking faster.

"but you hate the movies." the boy grabbed her shoulder & turned her around to face him.

she scowled, "since when?"
mike shook his head, obviously becoming annoyed, "you told me the first night we hung out that you hate the movies. you said they're overpriced & the lines are too long."

awe, that's sweet. he remembered.

"you remember that?" she questioned.

"of course, why wouldn't i?" he replied. he shrugged one of his shoulders, "why are you lying to me?"

y/n huffed & avoided eye contact, "i-i- well actually- y'see-"

"oh my god." mike whispered.
"what?"

"oh my god, i can't believe i didn't see this coming. dustin was right." he ran his fingers through his hair.

"what? what is it, michael?" she tried again.
mike shook his head with a frown on his face, "you're embarrassed to be seen with me."

"what? no- no. that's just absurd."

he shook his head at her remark, putting the pieces together, "t-thats why we only ever hang out at my house. god, i'm so stupid." he pitched the bridge of his nose & looked away.

"mike i said i'm not embarrassed-"

"-don't lie! it all makes sense now. when i tried to talk to you the other day at lunch, you just acted like you didn't know me. it was humiliating."

"it's because you were with the hellfire club, which by the way, you still haven't told me what it means." y/n argued back.

"it doesn't matter! just because you're a cheerleader, that doesn't mean that you're better than everyone else."

"i never said that i was!" she huffed, on her last straw with the boy. can't he just take a hint?

"you're implying it by being stuck up & ignoring me in front of people!"

"ooh wow, so now i'm stuck up?" she held her hand out.
"yeah, you are."

"fuck off, wheeler. don't call me again." y/n seethed, hearing the bell for the ending of second period.

she quickly turned on her heels, leaving the boy looking helpless in the hallway as more student flooded the way.

-

the girl had tears in her eyes as she stared at the boy with hurt & anger, "you have a girlfriend?"

mike held a guilty expression on his face, he was sure to kick dustins ass later for this. "y/n please, just listen to me-"

"-i've heard enough!" she screamed, making everyone in the basement jump back.
"this whole time... i've-ive just been the other woman?"

"no, i haven't even had contact with her since you & i have been together!"

"you're dating a cheerleader?" dustin & steve asked mike at the same time.

"he can't be, that's ridiculous. he's in love with el." lucas mentioned.

"yeah mike, what the hell has gotten into you? mom didn't raise us to be cheaters-"

"-oh you would know a thing or two about that, huh?" steve butted in, making a low whistling noise.

"excuse me?" nancy replied, her eyebrows raised.

max groaned & clapped her hands to get everyone's attention, "guys! that's not the main focus right now! listen, y/n, you don't deserve this. you needed to know & now you can move on."

"wow, thanks max. that really helped my case." mike deadpanned.

he turned back to y/n & his whole demeanor changed, "n/n please, i haven't talked to her in over a month."

"stop calling me that, you're a liar. i talked to eddie, he told me what the hellfire club is. why couldn't you just be honest with me about anything?" she continued to cry.

she heard the sound of a clock, but chose to ignore it. she was too upset to pay attention to anything, however the sound of he clock was beginning to get too loud. she found herself turning around to find the source of the noise.

when she didn't see anything, she turned back around to see that the basement had become darker & everyone was gone, except mike.

"mike?" she whimpered.
"i'm right here."

"why would you lie? i thought you really liked me?" she cried, feeling weak.

mike slowly walked up to her, "why would i like you?"

"w-what?"

"i said why would i like you?" he repeated, his voice sounded deeper, darker. "you're a slimey, stuck up slut. all you care about is your popularity." he took slow steps towards her.

"no, mike-" she backed up more each time he came closer to her.

but mike continued to pester her. he stared at her with his lifeless eyes, "you give it up so easily. how couldn't you notice that i have a girlfriend? you're a homewrecker. good girls don't give it up so soon." his voice wasn't even his anymore. it was someone else's.

he held his hand out & y/n looked down. she screeched when she saw claws instead of mikes hand. she looked up & screeched again when she noticed the creature that had taken his place from seconds ago.

"you only care about yourself... you rely on other people to make you happy." it told her, backing her up into the wall of the wheelers basement.

"mike!" she screamed for help, but got no response back. "help me, please! anybody!"

"& now," it held its hand up above her face, "it is time... to end your suffering."

-

meanwhile the group all panicked as they watched y/n's eyes flicker back, mike trying to snap her out of the trance. "what's happening to her? why can't she hear me?!" he shook her shoulders. "y/n, please!"

"guys, it's him! it's vecna!" max yelled over mike & all the commotion. robin, nancy & steve were panicking. dustin & lucas were looking through music tapes, mike & max were too focused on y/n.

mikes eyes went wide, "vecna? as in... d&d vecna?" max stared at him with an uneasy expression.

"GET HER OUT OF THERE! NOW!" mike screamed.

suddenly the girls body lifted off of the ground, mikes grip being lost as she floated in mid air while everyone stared with fear.
"ah shit, ah shit! this isn't good. lucas, this isn't good!" dustin panicked.

"what's happening?!" mike questioned.
max only stared in horror.

"it's already started."

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