Mean!Mike x Fem Reader
Nsfw - aged up Mike to 19 👍
Warnings: smut, rough sex, cursing, mocking, degrading, chocking, light slapping, Master/Daddy kink (both cuz why not), overstimulation i think, climax denial, licking lol, he yells at u a lil, idk what else to put but u get the gist 🤭 its a bit of a slow burn, theres build up to the actual rough sex so yea
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You and ur boyfriend Mike where in his basement watching a movie that honestly neither of u were paying attention to. Why? Well, a certain someone was slowly inching their hand further up ur thigh.
Mike loved doing this, in public places, around friends, just to see ur reaction and how easily wet u got over him trailing his hand up and down ur thigh, occasionally tightly gripping it which would make u gasp, that would make him smirk at u. He'd have a cocky smile, proud of himself.
But this time Mike had other plans than just lightly teasing u like this. Instead of stopping, he kept going, until he reached ur clothed cunt, you were only wearing underwear and one of Mike's oversized sweaters, so it was very easy access for him. He softly rubbed a few figure eights which made u let out a shaky breath due to the sensation. U turned ur head to Mike who was still looking at the movie, pretending as he wasn't doing anything but oh but he knows what hes doing to you.
You started to squirm a little, getting impatient, softly whimpering. "Did i tell you you could move, slut.?" you then heard ur boyfriend say in a stern tone as he pulls his hand away and looks down at you with an intimidating gaze, a gaze that would make u melt and obey his every command. You looked up at him shyly and shaked your head "n-no..." - "No what? Hmm?" - "N-no...Master.." you look away from him feeling a bit embarrassed, you liked this all too much tho.
You felt Mike grab ur chin and aggressively turn your head to face him "Look at me when im talking to you bitch!" you flinch a lil at his sudden raise of voice. "I-im sorry Master, it wont happen again..." - "Good girl, it better not."
You were used to Mike getting aggressive like this when it came to doing intimate things, it was all part of him asserting dominance and you loved every part of it but tried not to let him know, though we all know he does. You were terrible at hiding when you really liked something, he could easily tell.
"You know, i think a lil slut like you deserves a punishment. You'd like that wouldn't you?" hearing those words come out of Mike's mouth made u squeeze ur thighs together tightly, it was so fucking hot. You completely forgot that he still had his hand resting on ur upper thigh, so he felt u press ur thighs together. He smirks "Guess that's a yes huh? Thought so."
He took his hand of ur chin as he pinned u down on the couch, both hands above ur head. His other free hand roamed down to ur dripping cunt as he removed ur underwear then raising the sweater over ur stomach for better access and view. You tried to get away from his grip but he tightened his grip on ur wrists, making u whimper in pain. There was no chance of u ever getting away from his grip, he was way stronger than u anyways.
Mike notices that and smiles innocentlg at u "Aww, did i accidentally hurt my lil baby?" he asks u with a lil pout "y-yes, a lil bit" his innocent act goes away very quickly after u say that, his facial expression drops to a stern one. "Well suck it up cuz there's more where that came from and i promise you it'll be way worse if u dont obey, ok Bunny?" you quickly nod, obeying him and trying ur best to not disobey him or do anything that will upset him again. Though u kinda want to provoke him, you love when his voice gets all deep and serious, it has a nice rasp, its very, very hot. You love it even more when hes rough with u like this, its a feeling like no other.
As you were drifting off thinking of how hot and amazing ur boyfriend is, u feel 2 fingers being shoved inside u, making u let out a loud moan as u arch ur back, not really expecting him to start off so harshly already.
"uh- uh, did i tell you that you could moan whore? You better stay quite or else, ok?" u bite ur lip and nod. He starts to pump and curl his long digits in and out of u, hitting ur sweet spot everytime without missing. This is making u go crazy, u don't know how longer u can stay quite.
As ur trying super hard to keep ur mouth shut, you see Mike lean down towards ur clit, looking at u with a devilish smirk as he starts to swirl his tongue on it at a painfully good rhythm. This is what brakes u, u cant hold it in anymore. You let out a loud moan, the overwhelming pleasure being too much. You feel urself getting close causing u too grab at Mikes hair and throw ur head back.
As u do this Mike suddenly stops, he takes his fingers out of u and takes ur hand off his hair as he then hovers over u and leans in ur ear, proceeding to then choke u pretty harshly making u gasp and grab his arm as he then whispers "What did i fucking tell you, hm? I told u to not make a single sound or even touch me, right? So why did you fucking do it you whore? couldn't obey a simple rule that Daddy gave u huh?" he sternly and angrily says in ur ear, nibbling at it a bit harshly, a shiver runs down ur spine, being very intimidated and extremely aroused.
"I-im sorry Daddy, pls it just felt too good, i c-couldn't help myself..." u stutter, Mike tsk's at u as he leans away from ur ear, making eye contact with u. He slaps ur cheek, not too harshly but enough for it to sting a lil as he then grabs ur face "pff, how pathetic. Well, i guess u give me no choice but to harshly fuck ur tight lil cunt, i bet you'd love it if i fucked u dumb, like the good cock slut u are, isn't that right Angel?" that all made u squirm and close ur legs in arousal. You shyly nod ur head but that doesn't satisfy Mike.
"Oh c'mon, us ur words slut. You have a mouth right? Then use it." he shakes ur head a lil as u then stutter out a "y-yes Daddy, p-please" - "Good girl, now be a good slut for ur Master and bend over for me won't u" he places a kiss on ur lips passionately making u smile as u then obey as u turn around and rest on ur elbows, ass up infront of Mike. He slaps ur ass harshly and u let out a quite moan, not expecting that and it hurting a lil but feeling good.
You hear Mike unbuckle his pants as he takes them off and his boxers, throwing them somewhere in the basements floor. You then feel the tip of his dick press againts ur entrance in a teasing way, making u whimper, wanting him so badly.
"Aw what's wrong Bunny? So desperate to have my cock deep inside ur dripping cunt? Ur so wet for me, you know that right?" - "yes M-master please, i want u so badly please. I need ur huge cock deep inside me now" u say with whimpers as u sway ur hips, trying to get some friction, so desperate to have his huge cock inside u.
You hear Mike chuckle "alright Angel, if u say so" u then feel him shove his cock deep inside of you very harshly as he holds onto ur hip with one hand and the other goes to harshly pull ur hair to throw ur head back. You let out very loud moans, the pain and pleasure feeling amazing but also very overwhelming.
You try ur best to not be very loud but its literally impossible at the pace he's going. Mike's pounding into u hard and fast, having no intentions of slowing down. U keep letting out loud moans until u feel 3 fingers being shoved in ur mouth, followed by a harsh pull of ur hair.
Mike leans close to ur ear as he sternly whispers "Shut the fuck up whore, u wouldn't want anyone hearing us now would u? But now that I think about it, you would like it, you'd love for people to know who you belong to and how I make you feel. For everyone to know ur Daddy's lil cock slut." All u can muster out are muffled moans as he starts to go faster and harsher making u roll ur eyes back. Mike rests his head on ghe crook of ur next, biting down harshly making u mewl in pleasure, he then licks the spot he abused since he drew a bit if blood.
U ghen feel a knot forming at ur lower stomach so u try to tell Mike that ur close and u succeed but what u didn't expect was Mike coming to a stop and pulling out of u all of a sudden, letting go of ur hair and taking his fingers out ur mouth.
U moan in confusion and frustration, just being denied ur climax. U are about to say something but Mike then flips you around so that you are laying on your back, facing him. He then shoves himself back inside of u, picking his fast and harsh pace back up, making u arch ur bike and let out even more louder moans. Before you can let out another moan you feel Mike's lips against yours as he kisses you harshly, getting u to shut up or to at least muffle ur slutty moans.
He pulls away for a sec "God shut the fuck up already whore, ur so fucking loud." don't get him wrong he loves hearing ur beautiful moans and how u moan out his name but u were seriously being so loud, u were gonna get eachother caught. He goes back to kissing u, this time choking u a bit to make sure u stay quiet enough.
U loved how his hand perfectly wrapped around ur neck, almost feels as if it was fit to belong around ur neck and ur absolutely living for that.
As Mike continues his fast and harsh pace, u feel a knot form at ur stomach meaning that u were close again. "Mmm M-mike im close" - "Hold it, don't u dare cum yet" u whimpered in agony, u dont think u can hold it, it was too much. "You'll cum when i tell u." he growled, burying his face in the crook of ur neck. U felt him kiss ur neck and nibble at it, licking ur sensitive spot whenever he would suck on ur neck which made u go crazy. U loved the sensation of his warm, soft tongue trailing along ur neck, especially on the places he's marked.
You felt his dick twitch inside u as he says "Cum for me baby, now." - "y-yes Daddy mmm, cum inside me pls, fill me up" u were on birth control so it was ok for Mike to cum inside u. You then let out a loud muffled moan as u clawed at Mike's back, cumming all over his cock as he then let out a moan of his own, climaxing inside of u, filling u up.
You both road out ur highs as he then pulled out of u, both of u catching ur breaths. Mike hovered over u, looking u up and down, smiling down at u, placing a soft kiss on ur lips. You sighed in relief, smiling back at him and cupping his face as u caressed him comfortingly.
"You ok baby? Need anything? Did i hurt u?" Ah yes, anytime u and Mike have harsh sex, he takes good care of u afterwards. Getting all worried and asking you if u need anything every 5 seconds. You loved how caring he was afterwards, he was truly the best. "Im ok Mikey dont worry, u didn't hurt me at all" you smile reassuringly at ur worried boyfriend. "You sure? Please tell me." - "Yes Mike im ok! don`t worry so much, i will be ok, though i don't think i'll be able to walk for awhile."
Mike laughs and kisses ur forehead "Yea i know u won't be able too, gonna have to carry u around like a baby" - "oh fuck off" - "Love you toooo" you both share some laughs and sweet sensual kisses and hand holding. Mike then gets both of u cleaned up, giving u a new pair of underwear and a mute green sweater of his to wear.
U both then go to his room as u fall asleep in eachothers arms. Feeling safer than ever and so very loved.
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A/N: AAAAH this is my first ever ff so plsss don't bash me if its kinda bad. I finished writing this at like 2am im so tired guys. (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄﹏o̴̶̷̥⸝⸝)
Anywho, i hope u enjoyed it! I don`t write a whole lot but i might write some headcanons or imagines for Mike or/and Miles in the future. Might do other Finn characters aswell like Richie and Boris. Uuuu maybe i will write some Will Byers stuff and Byler stuff aswell! Who knows we will see, anyways good night now, take care luvs <3
OH ALSO IF THERE ARE ANY SPELLING MISTAKES PLS TELL ME SO I CAN FIX EM, THANK U BYE BYE💛🌻🌼🌾
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Richie doesn’t love visiting Eddie in New York right now, what with his divorce being not-quite-finalized and his house being not-quite-sold. Things between him and Myra seem amiable, at least, as far as Richie can tell, but it doesn’t mean he personally wants to spend any more time with the ghost of Sonya Kaspbrak than he has to.
But Eddie is wrapping up loose ends at work before his two-weeks’ notice is up, and he insists to Richie that he can’t fly out to LA right now, that it’s absolutely imperative that Richie keep his schedule clear to come see him, instead.
Richie plays nice and flies out to New York and even brings flowers to Myra as a peace offering, a “thanks for putting up with your almost-ex-husband’s best friend sleeping on your couch.”
Eddie will be moving out of that loveless townhouse soon enough, he figures, a thought that has absolutely nothing to do with him personally but still sends a little thrill through Richie every time he thinks of it, regardless.
Eddie meets his Uber out front, grabs him in a hug and practically throws his flowers inside the house with barely a word to Myra on his way back out. He doesn’t even give Richie a chance to step inside, just grabs his duffel bag and throws it into his own car and herds Richie into the passenger seat.
“We’re staying outside the city tonight, if that’s okay,” he says, swerving through city traffic and eventually navigating out of the city entirely. “I have something planned. Don’t hate it, alright?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Richie says with a laugh, half-nervous and half-delighted, the way he always feels around Eddie.
They check into a hotel somewhere in New Jersey just off the Turnpike, grab something to eat, and then get back in the car. Before long, they’re pulling into a crowded parking lot outside of a massive football stadium.
“Eddie, no offense, but I’m probably the wrong guy to bring to a football game.”
“It’s not even football season.” Eddie rolls his eyes good-naturedly and continues manhandling Richie, this time out of the car and up to a long security queue outside the stadium. “It’s a concert. Promise me you’re not going to hate it, all right? These tickets were expensive. You have to have fun or I’m not hanging out with you anymore.”
The fact that Eddie seems nervous weirdly calms Richie’s nerves, though his heart starts pounding as they make their way inside the stadium and up to their seats. They’re in a decent spot in the crowd — not floor seats, but not nosebleeds, either, and fairly centered in front of the stage. But Richie has been taking note of the merch tables on the way in, all the T-shirts worn by the guests around him, and he can’t stop his hands from shaking.
“Eddie,” he says, leaning in to be heard over the rising din of the crowd, “don’t tell me this is what I think it is. I’m gonna fucking die if you brought me to a Bruce Springsteen concert.”
Eddie whips his head around to stare hard at Richie. “I did. Why? Do you not like him anymore? I thought you loved him. You always used to listen to him in high school.”
Richie did always love Bruce Springsteen, and still does; that’s the problem. The amount of nights high-school Richie wished on shooting stars and called in to radio contests, praying to win Bruce tickets so he could take Eddie to a concert, to make it a real date…it’s all he ever dreamed of, and to have it now, without the deeper meaning behind it, is breaking his heart just a little.
But it’s also the best thing anyone has ever done for him, and he can’t help it if his eyes get misty and he has to throw his arms around Eddie and squeeze him tight.
“Alright, alright, I get it, enough,” Eddie laughs as the opening chords blare through the stadium. But when he pulls back, there’s something glimmering in his eyes, and he briefly rests a hand on Richie’s cheek before turning to the stage.
Halfway through the show, when the Boss is crooning about ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away, how it’s a town full of losers and he’s pulling out of here to win, Richie turns to Eddie and squeezes his hand.
“When your 2 weeks at your job are up,” he says quickly, “when your divorce is finalized. Don’t stay here. Come to Los Angeles. Come live with me.”
The final harmonica notes are fading out by the time Eddie’s incredulous frown is smoothed away into a look of disbelief and then, miraculously, a smile.
“Hell yeah,” he says quietly, then again, louder, over the booming opening chords of the next song. “Hell yeah!”
He squeezes Richie’s hand back and then keeps holding on, doesn’t let go for the whole show.
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