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wish i were her ━━ mike wheeler.

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All they did was show affection to each other, especially him. His eyes were always on her, and I wish they were on me.

He said he used to love me, I guess not.

I was his first girlfriend anyway, it was never suppose to last.

First loves were never suppose to last.

I guess we were so young and vulnerable.

He would always welcome her on the back of his bike, her arms around his waist as a blush crept up his cheeks, which was unnoticed by her.

I always felt jealousy run through me when I saw him buy a snack from the vending machine and share with her, I couldn't help it.

We use to do that, too.

His brown eyes were always on her, it didn't matter where we were. The movies, a restaurant, the mall, even if he was outside the store while some of the party shopped in GAP.

He would take her on picnics, I knew because Dustin would always fanboy about the new couple. The party would discuss and gossip, discussing and guessing what they were doing by now.

And some of them made my heart ache. Making out, gazing under the stars, cuddling at the Wheeler household, and so many more.

They would share their Scoops Ahoy ice cream, to which he would boop her nose with it, then lick it off. She would scrunch her nose up in disgust, and every time she did, he would say she looked absolutely adorable.

Polariods of the two filled his room every time the party would go over to his house. More and more pictures of them came over time, so many that he had to make his own binder to keep the ones that couldn't fit on his wall.

And he would always tell the party that he had to stop at the electronic store to buy new film for his polariod.

I even caught her passing a note back to him in class once. When he opened it, his cheeks would turn pink and he would grin the rest of the class.

He would always glance at her every now and then at school. I always tried to get his attention, but when I had just one small talk, his gaze would follow her.

And don't ask me why I know this, but he has a box full of love notes from her under his bed. And so does she.

I shouldn't have looked, but I wanted to know how far their relationships has gone for the time being.

Turns out, they already said their 'I love you's to each other. But there wasn't any need for words, their eyes told enough.

And I just couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he doesn't want me anymore. The memories of that day still hate me, though it was almost about a year ago. His words weren't harsh, but they hurt. A lot.

"I just. . . don't really feel that way about you anymore. I don't feel anything like that anymore ── the spark."

I wish I could be mad at her, hate her. But I can't, she did nothing wrong.

I wish I could just forget about my relationship with him, but it's so hard ── he shows the love for her to the whole world.

And I really wish I was her.

I wish I were Y/N.

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Finally!

Anonymous Requested: Hi! Can you do a Mike Wheeler imagine? One where the reader is Will’s twin or Steve��s little sister and she gets injured while protecting him (mike) and he gets annoyed with her because he likes her and doesn’t want her hurt and they fight and they both spill their feelings for one another? And everyone else is like “finally” thanks!

Pairing: Mike x Harrington!Reader

Warnings: none.

“He could’ve killed you!” Mike yelled, his voice echoing over the commotion of everything. You sighed heavily in response, helping haul your brother in the back of Billy’s car. “Do you not realize that? Are you really that dumb?” He asked, huffing once Steve’s weight was off of him.

You turned to him, crossing your arms over your chest in annoyance, briefly glancing at Dustin who was quickly trying to make his way over to you all. “Are you kidding me, Mike?”

Said boy narrowed his eyes, his face growing red with frustration. “Does it look like I am?”

“Look, Mi-”

“Get in the car!” Max screamed, interrupting whatever you’d been about to say as Lucas slipped into the front seat. Dustin walked in past you, crawling in next to your brother and you reluctantly followed, Mike setting himself beside you. At that moment you didn’t care that you were literally about to go underground into tunnels, into the Upside Down, all that mattered was that Mike was yelling at you for saving him.

You crossed your arms over your chest, avoiding Mike’s eye as you pouted. The car was eerily quiet and you could feel everyones eyes on you and Mike, which was only making you more uncomfortable. And just when you’d thought you’d be able to calm down, think through your thoughts, Mike spoke;

“Do you even know how much danger you put yourself in?” Mike asked again, and you ignored him, not glancing his way. You felt his hand grasp your arm, causing you to turn to him in alarm as he pulled down the sleeve of your sweater to reveal the bruises that Billy had placed on you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Max’s face fall with guilt but brushed it off, you’d already said plenty of times you didn’t blame her for her brother’s actions.

Instead you turned to Mike, “he was beating the shit out of my brother!”

Mike faltered for a second, knowing you were right but he’d just been so concerned about you. He couldn’t think straight when he saw Billy suddenly turn to you, his face void of emotion which made him even more scary looking, and then he’d grabbed your arm and pulled you down. Mike blanked the moment out, hating the sight of you being hurt.

Letting out a deep breath, Mike shook his head; “we had it under control.”

Your mouth fell open; “you- you had it under control?” You asked incredulously. “Really, because it seemed to me he was about to literally punch the living day lights out of you, oh and that’s right, right after he’d just finished breaking my brother’s face!”

“She’s kinda right.” Lucas mumbled and you nodded.

“Yeah, Y/N was pretty badass.”

“Exactly.” You nodded, but then your eye caught Mike’s and you finally saw how truly concerned he was. You hadn’t seen him like that since Eleven disappeared, and you knew that he was only truly letting his aggression out like this because he didn’t want to lose another friend. “Mike..” You mumbled, moving your hand so it now grasped his.

“I can’t lose you.” Mike mumbled, shocking everyone as you fell still. “Not you.” 

“I-I-” You never got to finish your sentence as Mike suddenly glanced up at you, grasp your chin and pulled you forward, connecting your lips. You gasped, shocked by the move, but before you could even respond, Mike pulled away. His face was flushed as he grasped your hand, squeezing. Biting your lip, you let a soft smile slip over your features, staring into Mike’s eyes.

“Finally!”

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Chasing Pavements

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) came back to Hawkins and attended Snow Ball to have fun with the party, but then discovered something that would just break her heart.

Word count: 1.653

Posted: 22nd of November 2017

A/N: Hey guys! Another imagine is up. This song stumbled on my Spotify playlist and I thought of doing it with Steve Harrington x Reader, since it would be less awkward. I had no bad intentions when I was writing this, okay? Finn is my son!

Anyway, I loved this scene and it really captured my heart. Guys, find someone who would look at you like the way Mike looks at Eleven.

I hope you like it and enjoy reading guys! Please tell me what you think about it in the comments below, thank you!

- G. x

Link: Jessie’s Girl (Part 2); Jealous (Part 3); Can’t Fight This Feeling (Part 4)

It was your school’s Snow Ball and you were really happy that you were able to come back to Hawkins in time and attend the event without any problems.

Your cute dress swayed as you walked across the gym, doll shoes slowly tapping on the floor. Your face slowly became red and hot as you noticed that some people were looking at you, observing you from head to toe. You were so shy and timid, but you kept on roaming your eyes around and you could see the different types of decors and designs that have been used to embellish the venue. At first, you couldn’t believe that they managed to fix your simple and old school gym, but then you thought that nothing was impossible.

“(Y/N)!” Your four boy best friends chimed in unison as they caught your glance. You sheepishly smiled at them as they walked towards you to give you a tight, but warm embrace. They welcomed you back and you could say that they missed your presence so much, nevertheless you left them without any warning.

“Oh my God, you are all good looking,” You complimented the boys, right after examining their outfits. You were obviously surprised, because they grew up so much in the past few months that you were gone. “and Dustin, I love the hair!” You winked at him, earning a wide and sweet smile from the boy. You thought that maybe he got some tips from Steve Harrington, one teenage boy that he used to detest so much.

“You don’t look too bad yourself either, (Y/N).” Mike exclaimed back, flashing you a flattered smile. Your heart suddenly beat fast as you heard his sweet words, making you blush a little bit too. You heard your friends cheering for you and Mike, making their eyebrows dance wildly to poke fun at you.

“I think that you two should talk.” Lucas said, excusing himself from the group. Your eyebrows were knitted together as you couldn’t understand what Lucas meant. You earned some cheeky smiles from Will and Dustin, meaning that they were teasing you with Mike.

Of course, after all the years that you have known each other, they knew what you felt for Mike. He was your first crush, maybe your first love too. It was obvious and your friends noticed it by the way you looked at him, by the way you cared about him, by the way you talk to him. They said that sparkles were always seen in your eyes and your smile was warm enough to emanate heat and love. In fact, they were right. You liked Mike and you just couldn’t deny it. But why Mike didn’t seem to notice it?

“Idiots!” Mike playfully exclaimed and the boys just shrugged everything off, quickly following Lucas’ path to leave you both alone.

You took the empty seats near you and you watched some kids as they slow-danced with their partners. You could feel the tension between you and Mike and it somehow made you feel uncomfortable, nevertheless he was your best friend and you had a strong on-going bond.

“Why did you leave?” Mike suddenly blurted out, breaking the silence between you. He tried to catch your gaze, but you did your very best to avoid it. “I mean, suddenly. Without saying goodbye to the party.”

You quickly felt guilty for leaving them with their obliviousness. You thought that you weren’t that important to them that they would never notice your absence if you ever left. “I’m sorry. My grandfather suddenly felt bad, making us move back to Chicago for a while.” You downheartedly explained to him.

You were really feeling bad for leaving them behind. They were your best friends and you missed them. You also heard that some incredible things happened during your absence.

“I am offended, do you know that?” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it a little bit. Your heart skipped a beat and you bit your lower lip as you tried to understand his statement. “Why didn’t you call or write? I was worried sick about you.”

“And you are right to feel that way,” You said without any hesitations. You knew that they didn’t deserve it. “I just don’t know why I didn’t write as soon as I reached Chicago. I am not even searching for any excuses, I am just sorry.”

“Will needed you beside him, the boys,” He muttered with a big disappointment in his voice. “and I did too.”

“I’m sorry, Mike.” He caressed the palm of your hand with his thumb and he shook his head, meaning that it wasn’t nothing. “I even promised you that I would never leave you.”

“It’s already passed,” He nonchalantly exclaimed, being the empathic Mike that he was. “I was just afraid of Will’s situation, the Mind Flayer, and, of course, I was worried about you. I really did, I didn’t want for you to go away.”

You took a deep breath and he really knew how to make you feel bad. You were afraid of Will’s situation too, mostly after what happened to him last year in the Upside Down. You were with them and you shared great memories together, nonetheless your fear of losing one of your friends.

“I had no choice, Mike.” You looked at him for a short period of time, but then detached your gaze off him.

“I know, but, first, it was El and then it was you.” He disappointedly responded, thinking of how bad the world was without his friends. “I have always needed you, my best friend, beside me.”

You flashed him a sad and apologetic smile, although you were happy to know that he still considered you as his best friend. You did nothing but just bad things, you should have never left them without saying any word. “I am really sorry, Mike. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine,” He slowly nodded his head as he squeezed your hand once again. You felt the excitement and the electricity the whole time he was holding your hand, but did he feel the same? “it really is!”

An awkward silence was built between the two of you. You should be partying, instead of sitting in a corner. You both unleashed a deep sigh as you felt worse for what has happened in the past months.

“Mike,” You broke the silence as you caught his soft gaze. All of the kids were dancing, except the two of you. There was a sweet song going on and it was a shame if you would have just stayed there, alone and motionless. “What do you think if we-“ You courageously started your proposal, oblivious of what was about to happen.

Words suddenly left your mouth as you saw a familiar silhouette standing in front of the gym’s entrance. Your heart suddenly fell on the ground, breaking itself in little pieces, as Mike stood up, leaving your hand as fast as he could. He took a step forward and you quickly stood up, ready to follow him.

“Shit, guys!” You heard Dustin exclaim desperately, but you didn’t mind him. You just let things run through your mind, without processing them properly.

You tortured your reddish lower lip as you remembered some particular happenings in the past.

“Everything will be alright, Mike! She will come back.” You assured the frightened boy beside you. His eyes were red and puffy as his tears endlessly flowed down. He just lost his friend, his loved one.

“What if it never happens?” He managed to say the words perfectly in between of his desperate sobs.

“Then it will be my turn to make you feel better.” You blurted out as your heart beat in a jiffy. “Aren’t that what best friends for, Mike?”

Of course, you were just a best friend in his eyes. It didn’t matter if you loved him, someone else captured his heart and that was Eleven.

“You will never leave me?” He downheartedly asked you. He was afraid to be left behind and you perfectly understood why: he cared about you.

“Never, Mike, never.” You fearlessly stated with a smile “I promise.”

The loud and sweet familiar song broke your thoughts, still staring at the girl. The space between them and Mike slowly diminished as she walked towards your direction.

“Eleven?” You mumbled softly, but Mike still managed to hear it. You couldn’t deny that the girl changed, she grew up and her hair was longer than the last time you saw her. She was a beautiful girl with a precious heart and it was so hard to hate on her. In fact, you never did. Mike might have loved her, but you would never hate on her just because of that.

“Yeah, she’s back!” Mike excitedly exclaimed. “You knew it all along.”

“Yeah.” You faked a smile before breaking your gaze with Mike.

Mike corrugated his forehead as he noticed the fake smile on your face, he was your best friend and he knew you very well. “So, what were you saying?”

“Oh, nothing!” You lied through your teeth as you shook your head. “Have fun, okay?”

“Same to you, (Y/N).” He cheerfully smiled before giving you a sweet kiss on your cheek. He wanted for you to be happy, nevertheless your happiness was about to dance with some other girl.

You gave him a nod while you watched him heading towards Eleven’s direction. You silently watched them as they talked, noticing how Michael Wheeler grabbed her hands.

“Thank you!” He mouthed to you and you just smiled at him, slowly turning away with a shattered heart from the couple in front of you.

You thought that you would just give up this time, not even trying to chase pavements anymore. After all, Mike was already contented with his girl and it was not even worth to fight for his love anymore.

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mike wheeler x fem!reader — 1.5k words

nsfw + some angst

warnings - aged up mike , porn with no plot , innocent!reader lowkey , blowjob to throatfucking , intense making out , underage drinking + cigarette consumption , praise kink , penetrative and unprotected sex (wrap before u tap please.)

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𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 ; perv!m. wheeler x best friend!reader

summary : friends play games with each other all the time, right? no harm in a bit of fun. especially when your best friend is as hot as mike.

warnings : slight nsfw, making out, mike asks reader to suck him off, short but very hot

it was a game, that's what he said. lips feverishly devouring yours as you straddle him, teeth tugging desperately at your bottom lip.

"friends do stuff like this all the time," he'd told you, cupping your face in his hands. "it's just a game, right? you put on some lip gloss and i guess the flavour."

he'd guessed a total of four times; strawberry, grapefruit, bubblegum and cotton candy. he was dead wrong every time, but he didn't mind.

it just meant he got to kiss you for longer.

mike often found his eyes would wander to your lips, glistening with whatever flavoured lip gloss you were obsessed with at the time. 

he loved watching you talk, seeing you pout those perfect lips as you complained about whatever went on in that pretty little mind of yours.

he fucking loved the feeling of his tongue dancing with yours.

you detach your lips from his, but your faces stay close. "mikey," you whined. "this isn't fun anymore." you look down at him with those gorgeous doe eyes of yours, and it makes his dick jump. 

"no? why's it not fun anymore, princess?" you squirm in his lap, but he quickly wraps his arms around you to prevent you from moving. "what's wrong?"

his eyes briefly flit to your chest, tits pushed up due to your folded arms. there's a frustrated glint in your eyes, lips pursed as you furrow your brows in annoyance. "you can't even guess right. it's not fun if you're not gonna play properly."

mike pecks your lips quickly, before pausing and pretending to think. "cherry," he says finally, but your frown doesn't waver.

"i don't wanna play anymore. s'not fun and there's no point. you're not even taking the game seriously." 

mike just smiles, pulling you in. "how 'bout instead of complaining, we put that mouth to better use huh?" he strokes your cheek gently, biting his lip when you lean into his touch. "you ever sucked dick before, princess?"

you shake your head, and mike can't help the chuckle that slips passed his lips. "there's a first time for everything. consider this friends helping out friends. wanna get on your knees sweetheart?"

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Scarlet Heart : Ryeo Episode 6 makes me feel so nervous and the new character!! i just hope she is good but i really think she is good. I remembered the kind said to yeon hwa that he has a older daugther? so i think the new character Lady Oh might be the mother of the d3ad child.

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𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃𝚂

Thoma

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➛ something reckless

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Something Reckless (m.)

Pairings: thoma x f!reader

Warnings: brothers bestfriend!au. protective!tohma, dom!tohma, pussydrunk!tohma, crybaby!reader, consent kink, enthusiastic consent, reassurance kink, praise kink, pet names (sweet girl, pretty girl, sweetheart, and more), size kink, corruption kink if you squint, squirting, dirty talk, dacryphilia if u squint

He was someone who you had always known. He was your older brother's best friend, always hanging around your house. But he was kind, reliable.

You kept your secret pining over sweet, handsome Tohma a secret ever since your brother first brought him home. You were sure that he would never see you as anything but his best friend's little sister.

But still, he was the first person you thought to call. Your brother himself was out of the question, you knew he would just tease you and make you feel even worse than you already did. It was a little past 3 in the morning when you called him, his raspy, drowsy voice immediately picking up with a soft call of your name.

“Everythin’ alright, darlin’?” he asks, making the floodgates open. You try to get out what the problem was but all you could do was mumble his name and string together some semblance of needing help. You heard a sharp rustle of movement over the line before he spoke again, sounding much more alert, “Tell me where you are now, sweetheart, I’ll come get you.”

You take a breath and quickly relay your location before you both hang up so he can drive.

By the time he shows up, you’re sitting on the curb, hands stuffed between your thighs as you shiver from the cold air. When he gets out of the car, his hair is messy and pushed back, like he has run his fingers through it over and over again.

He wears a pair of loose gray sweatpants and you want to laugh at the sight of his t-shirt on inside out, clearly thrown on without a second's hesitation. He rushes over to you, crouching beside you, hand on your back.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he pants, “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“Tohma, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called you--” he cuts you off with a hush, rubbing your back softly.

“Tell me what happened,” he urges, brows furrowed before taking a look at your attire, a frown settling on his lips, “Did you go out tonight?”

“With some friends,” you mutter, “I met a guy and--”

“You were with a guy?” he pulls away, voice no longer holding the sweet, comforting sound to it, but instead he sounds almost angry, “______, you should know better than to…”

He trails off at the sight of you hanging your head, little sniffles coming from you as you fight off the urge to start crying again. You look so ashamed, so small, that he can’t bring himself to be upset with you. Instead, he sighs and stands, wrapping his hand around your arm to pull you to your feet.

“You been drinkin’?” he asks, leading you to the passenger door.

“No…” you mutter, “But I don’t want to go home, please, Tohma?”

He sighs again and nods, getting into the driver's seat, slamming the door behind him, “My place it is.”

You’ve only ever been in Tohma’s apartment a couple times. And it was always with your brother. To be standing there now was jarring.

“So, did he hurt you?” he asks suddenly, dropping down onto the couch with a hum. His eyes are sharp, raking over your body as if he would find any sign of injury on you.

You shrug mindlessly, the memory of the night's actions sending a shiver down your spine. Tohma catches onto your behavior and his eyes narrow, jaw set as he spits your name out, sitting up to rest his elbows on his knees, “Tell me what happened, right now.”

“It’s not what you’re thinkin’ Tohma,” you mumble, already feeling embarrassed to tell him what exactly it was you did tonight. But you can tell Tohma isn’t patient enough to wait for you to get over it and you know he won’t hesitate to call your brother and you really don’t want that.

“I-I slept with him…” you rush out when you see him reaching for his phone, making him pause, “W-Well, sort of....”

“What does that mean?” he asks, lips forming a tight line, showing his displeasure with what he was hearing, “Either you did or you didn’t.”

“Well...it’s just...it didn’t feel right so I stopped him,” you mutter, “He got mad at me and kicked me out...so I called you...that’s it! I swear!”

He stares at you for a minute, as if waiting for you to give a tell that you’re lying. When you don’t he sits back once again and sighs, “The hell kinda assholes are you sleepin’ with, sweetheart?”

“Just him,” it slips out before you even think about it, making you both freeze.

He gives you an incredulous look, “You lost your virginity to some random asshole?”

You deflate where you stand, already feeling the tears coming back at the feeling of regret that washes over you. You didn’t know why you did something so reckless, but you feel the weight of it crash down on you right then and there.

“Oh sweetheart,” he coos, standing up to wrap you in his arms, hand cupping the back of your head as you cry into his chest, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Tell me what went wrong, hm?”

“Um…” you sniffle, refusing to bring your face out of the comfort of his chest, “W-Well, I don’t really know…”

He hums, stroking your hair softly, “I could fix it if you’d like…”

Both of you fall silent at his words, his entire body going stiff as if he hadn’t meant to utter them. He steps back immediately, back of his hand pressed to his lips. The tips of his ears are red and he avoids your gaze, “I...I didn’t mean…”

“Really?” you ask, unable to stop your hopefulness from leaking into your words. He doesn’t answer and you frown, “You’re joking, huh?”

He quickly shakes his head, “No, baby, I’m not joking I just…”

He sweetly cups your cheeks, forcing you to raise your head to look up at him. He holds your chin between his index and thumb, “Can I kiss you?”

You don’t even think twice before you’re nodding. It’s slow as he descends down, as if in slow motion, his breath fanning over your lips. You feel like you’re dangling on a string, waiting with bated breath as he halts just before connecting the kiss.

“Are you sure?” he asks again, lidded eyes searching your face.

You can barely break away from your daze to nod. You hear him barely suck in a breath before he finally presses his lips against yours. They’re soft and warm as he moves them, deepening the kiss expertly. It feels like you can’t breathe, your heart pounding in your chest as your eyes flutter close, allowing yourself to get lost in the kiss.

He moves his hand, cupping the back of your head, fingers gripping your hair to keep your lips pressed firmly against yours. His other hand grips your hip, keeping you from pressing your body fully against his. It makes you whine, the sound escaping you before you can stop it.

He pulls away, a small smirk on his lips as he looks down at you all dazed, lips swollen from the kiss.

Your eyes travel down his body, the tight, white t-shirt almost sticks to his skin. Despite the fact it’s inside out, it still looks good on him. His chest rises and falls with every breath he takes, showing that he’s maybe more affected by the kiss than his face shows. But what really shows is the visible hard on pressing against his gray sweats.

You can’t help the way your eyes widen at the sight, swallowing around the lump forming in your throat. You can almost see the way he throbs beneath your gaze, clearly affected by having your eyes on him. Even hidden under the fabric, you can tell how big he is. It makes your mouth run dry at the very idea of seeing it.

“Why don’t you tell me…” he cups your cheeks again, dragging your starry gaze from his confined cock, “What exactly went wrong, hm?” You blink at his words, visibly confused, making him smile, “How did he start off?”

“S-Start?” you repeat, cocking your head to the side, mindlessly nuzzling into his hand. His heart flips at the sweet affection, “What do you mean? He just...you know...put it in…”

The sweet look in his eyes vanishes immediately, before he clicks his tongue, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip. You resist the urge to take the digit into your mouth, even though it’s oh so tempting, “Guy’s your age just...don’t know what they’re doing, do they? So selfish,” You whimper at the deep, harsh tone of his voice, making you swallow thickly, “They couldn’t take care of you like I can…”

Your breathing stutters for a second, your entire body suddenly feeling too hot. You don’t even realize that you reach up to grip the front of his shirt in your fists. He nearly moans at the desperate way you look at him, eyes wide and glassy. He can tell you’re turned on, and the idea of your little pussy drooling a mess into your panties has his head spinning.

He watches you reach behind yourself, intent on sliding the zipper of your dress down but he stops you, yanking your body to press against his. His cock, hard as ever, presses against you, you can feel the heat from it through the fabric separating you both.

“What’s the rush, pretty girl?” he asks, licking his lips, “You wanna show me what’s under that cute dress so badly?”

Your mouth opens as you stare at him, pressing yourself even closer to him. He smiles, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, “You that impatient?”

“Well…” you lick your lips, his eyes following the movement closely, resisting the urge to kiss you right then and there, “Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?”

He raises a brow and clicks his tongue again, suddenly releasing you and stepping back. You whine at the loss, reaching out for him once again but he steps out of range, a grin on his face. He turns his back to you and looks over his shoulder, crooking two fingers at you to signal you to follow him as he makes his way down the hallway. You obediently follow after him, as if under a spell.

As soon as you enter his room, he’s slamming the door shut and wrapping his arm around your waist, tossing you onto the bed with ease. Almost immediately, before you even have time to gather yourself, he’s on top of you.

The chain he wears around his neck dangles down, swinging in front of your eyes from his movement. He smiles as your eyes follow the movement.

“Eyes on me, pretty baby,” he coos, resting his weight on one elbow beside your head, “There we go...good girl.”

You keen immediately at the praise and his smile only broadens at the way your lashes flutter. He figured you would be weak to praise, ever the good, sweet girl that got doted upon.

His free hand found its way to your thigh, gripping the bare flesh, fingers just barely prodding beneath the hem of the dress you wore. Your grip the front of his shirt in your fists, intent on keeping his body pressed close to yours as he slowly feels his way up your thighs.

“Tohma…” you sigh, making him grip your thigh harshly.

The sound of his name falling from your lips has his cock aching. His hands suddenly shove the hem of your dress up and he pulls away as far as you allow him to look down.

“Fuck,” he breathes, eyes zeroing in on the cute, white and pink panties you wore. The little bow that sat atop them has him pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, “Such a pretty girl you are.”

He untangles himself from you, despite the way you whine for him to come back. He sits back on his heels, taking a moment to look you over. Your hair is messed up, eyes lidded and dazed as you follow his every movement, waiting to see what it is he’ll do next.

The cute dress you wore was pushed over your hips and your legs were spread to show off your panties. The cute, polka dot material was turning sheer from the way your cunt drooled into them -- so sweetly responsive to him.

“All this just from a little kiss?” he teases, running the pad of his thumb over the wet patch.

He briefly remembers that he wasn’t the first to see you like this. His jaw sets and he finds himself reaching behind you to tug the zipper off. Suddenly, he wants you out of those clothes. The clothes you wore for another man. A man who couldn’t even treat you well.

You whine, letting him tug the dress from your body before he tosses it to the side, neither of you caring where it lands.

“Fuck...holy shit…” he groans, completely unprepared for the unimpeded view of your breasts, “Pretty fuckin’ tits, baby.”

“Tohma…” you gasp, back arching when he suddenly cups your breasts, thumbs finding your nipples.

“Don’t say my name like that, baby, I can’t take it,” he grunts, teeth clenched as you squirm beneath him. Your thighs are spread on either side of him and you mindlessly begin to rut your hips against him, both of you moaning when you grind against his cock.

He pulls himself away again, thumbs hooking into the band of your panties, tugging them down your legs. Strings of slick connect your cunt to the panties and he feels his mouth water at the sight.

“Wanna eat this pretty cunt, baby,” he breathes, “Can I?”

You whine, cheeks flushing hot at his words, “I-I’ve never been…”

“‘S okay, pretty girl,” he whispers, slowly kissing his way down your body, “Just say the word and I’ll make you feel real good. Tell me I can, baby, c’mon.”

You bring your hands up to cover your face as he settles himself between your legs, hands pinning your thighs open so you can’t close them and hide from him. His cock is pressed between him and the bed, throbbing painfully as he gazes upon the prettiest little cunt he’s ever seen.

You’re so wet that it’s glistening, even in the dim light of his bedroom. Slick drools out of your clenching hole, down to the bed and he resists leaning down to lick it up.

“P-Please, Tohma,” you gasp, a hand finding its way into his soft hair, “C-Can you do it? I-I want to feel it…”

His entire body relaxes in relief and he presses a kiss against your inner thigh, “Yeah, baby, I can do that.”

He leans close to your folds, tongue hanging from his mouth. He’s scared to taste you, scared he’ll cum untouched in his pants the second he has you squirming and creaming on his tongue. The feeling of you tugging his hair, forcing his tongue against the hard bud of your clit has his eyes rolling back into his head when he feels it throb against his tongue.

The dam breaks then, he eats you out like it's the best thing he’s ever tasted. And truthfully, he thinks it might be.

He tongues at your hole, gathering all the juices that gather there before using his thumbs to spread your little cunt open, spitting directly onto your clit. He quickly laps his own mess up again, wrapping his lips around your bud.

The sounds you make above him are downright heavenly. You squirm and tremble beneath him, head tossed back as you cry out your pleasure. You don’t even have any shame, already too fucked out with pleasure to think twice about concealing any possibly embarrassing sounds that escape you.

You feel Tohma press two fingers against your entrance. He pulls back for a second, lips wet and swollen, to watch the way your pliant cunt takes the digits to the knuckle. Your thighs twitch as he fucks them in and out of you for a moment before he suddenly crooks them upwards a couple times until your back arches.

“Ah, there it is,” he breathes, licking his lips, “That’s the spot, ain’t it, pretty baby?”

You don’t answer but he doesn’t expect you to as he leans back down to trap your clit between his plush lips once again. The slick sounds of your cunt being finger fucked are downright obscene but you can’t be embarrassed because it just feels too fucking good. Tohma’s cock drools messily into his pants, balls throbbing over how utterly hot and wet your little cunt is around his fingers.

You squeal suddenly, grip on his hair tightening as you tug. He winces but doesn’t stop, hazy eyes wide as he feels your pussy spasm around his fingers, your little clit throbbing beneath his tongue.

You’re cumming, he realizes. Hard.

Your entire body trembles and squirms beneath him, your back arched and your head tossed back into his pillow. Your moans are angelic, cries of his name and praises of how good it feel go straight to his cock.

He hadn’t expected for you to cum so easily. Inexperienced girls were truly the cherry on top in his eyes. Especially you, with how sweet and pretty you were spread out on his bed. Sensitive, responsive little cunt losing it all over his fingers and tongue.

After a moment, you settle and pull your thighs to your body, pushing him away from your cunt. He takes the hint and sits up, meanly pushing your thighs open again to slot himself against you.

“Give me a kiss, pretty,” he breathes, pressing his lips against yours before you have time to speak.

He can feel you twitching every once in a while, remnants from your orgasm still riding through your body. He caresses you sweetly, cupping your tits and moving his lips slowly against yours as you begin to come down.

He wants to give you time to relax but the sight of you cumming so hard for him has him needing attention to his cock. He goes to pull his cock free but you grip the fabric of his shirt.

“Off...please, Tohma?” you whimper.

“Yeah, pretty,” he breathes.

He grips the back collar of his shirt, yanking the material over his head. His chain clinks from the movement before falling against his heaving chest. He can’t bring himself to pull away from you when you wind your shaking arms around his neck, pecking his lips every so often. He settles for shuffling his sweatpants off until he’s able to kick them away.

He stops you from wrapping your hand around his length, lacing your fingers with his as he presses your hand to the bed.

“Need to get inside that cunt, baby,” he huffs, hanging his head to stare between your legs, his hair tickling your skin.

You follow his gaze, whimpering at the sight of his fat cock pressing against the entrance of your pussy. He can feel you clenching against the tip, your hips mindlessly wiggling as if that’ll ease his length inside.

“You want it, baby?” he asks, looking up at you again, “You gotta tell me, use your words.”

“P-Put it in, Tohma!” you cry, squeezing his hand desperately.

“Shit, fuck,” he pants, “Yeah, you got it, baby. This cock’s all yours now, hm?”

You gasp when he finally starts to press in. his eyes are once again glued to the way you take him. Your pussy spreads as he stuffs his fat cock into you, stretching you beyond anything you’ve felt before.

Heat gathers in your belly, your entire body tense. Tohma can feel you trembling, tightening around his cock as he slowly bottoms out, his heavy balls pressing against you when he finally stills.

“You gotta relax, baby, can’t fuckin’ move,” he spits through gritted teeth.

You cunt spasms around him, thighs twitching as you gasp and whine, making him look up once again. Your eyes are rolled back and he curses, shoving his hand between your bodies to find your clit.

“Shit, baby,” he moans, “‘S it, ride it out, pretty. Cummin’ so well for me, huh? Such a good fuckin’ girl, I didn’t even have to do anything. Feels so fuckin’ good, huh?”

The sweetest little sob breaks from your lips as you come down, your eyes teary as you look up at him. He coos at the sight, gripping your chin to pull you into a kiss.

“Just relax, baby,” he whispers, mindlessly gripping your thighs, massaging them as they tremble against his ribs, “That was a lot, hm? You did so well, came so pretty for me.”

“Tohma,” you sniffle, winding your arms around his neck.

He lets you pull him down, cupping the back of your head as he shushes you. You bury your face in his neck, sniffling every so often as you slowly relax. He tries not to think about the slick mess you’ve made on his cock, no doubt leaving a pretty ring of white around the base of him. His balls feel painfully heavy, throbbing as he fights the urge to cum right then and there inside your perfect cunt.

“Want me to fuck you now, sweet girl?” he asks, pulling away just enough to look at you.

Your eyes are still watery but you still nod, “Yeah, please, Tohma.”

“Asked so nicely,” he praises, slowly pulling his hips back, “Takin’ it so well, baby, look at you.”

You gasp when he rolls his hips, stuffing his cock back into your tight little pussy with a lewd squelch accompanying. The pace he sets is slow and deep, sliding out before filling you up all over again, as deep as he can go. You gasp and moan for him, taking every painfully pleasurable thrust he gives you.

“Oh sweet baby,” he pants, pecking your lips, “Feel good? ‘M so deep...you’re makin’ such a mess of me. Can you hear it? Little cunts so wet.”

“Tohma!” you squeal, feet kicking up as he prods that spongy spot inside you, his filthy words making you clench around his cock.

“Yeah, ‘m right here, baby,” he assures, “You’re alright, takin’ everything like a good girl.”

“C-Cum--” you gasp, “G-Gonna cum!”

“Again?” he moans, “Sensitive little cunt, huh? Cummin’ so easily for me...how about I just…”

He trails off, hand sliding between your bodies until he finds your clit with his thumb. You squeal, hands slap against his bare shoulder.

“Don’t run from it, baby,” he snaps, speeding up the pace of his hips as he circles your clit. He uses his weight to keep you pinned, meanly tormenting your cunt to force your orgasm out, “C’mon, cum. Last one, I promise, just this last one. You can do it, pretty baby.”

“Tohma!” you wail, nails biting into the skin on his back as you drag your nails up, no doubt leaving angry, red marks in their wake, “Too much! It’s too much! ‘M gonna make a mess!”

He moans in what he can only call excitement. He knows you think you’re going to pee, trying to push him away as the sensation builds, making your entire body almost vibrate with how hard you tremble. Your cunt spasms around his cock, wet, sticky strings connecting his cock to your cunt every time he pulls out.

He feels the wetness at the same time you sob. He pulls out of your grasp, sitting back on your heels before pinning your knees to your chest, meanly playing with your clit as he continues to fuck his cock in and out of your gushing cunt.

You squirt, splattering all over his chest and abdomen. He mindlessly opens his mouth, hoping to catch some of your cum on his tongue.

You’re crying now, chest heaving as you sob. He finally slows, settling for rocking his hips against yours.

“Now there’s my good girl,” he praises, “Came so fuckin’ well for me. See the mess you made? You’re so perfect…”

“‘M sorry, Tohma…” you sniffle, hiding your face but peeking from behind your fingers, “I-I didn’t mean…”

He shushes you, “I wanted you to squirt for me, baby. Fuck, that was so hot. Got me so fuckin’ close, I wanna cum, pretty girl. Can I cum, hm?”

Your lashes flutter at his words and you nod, “Y-Yeah, want you to feel good, Tohma.”

“Such a sweet girl,” he whispers, pulling his hips back once again to resume fucking you.

The pace he sets is much less brutal than it had been. He wants to avoid overwhelming you more than you already are. Your whole body shakes and twitches, arching your hips away every time he accidentally brushes against your clit. He knows that the sensitive little bud must feel painfully sensitive so he takes extra measures to avoid it.

“Ah, fuck, I’m so close,” he whines, “Kiss me, pretty, wanna kiss you while I fill this cunt up, yeah?”

Obediently, you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull his lips to yours. He moans into your mouth, his hips stuttering as his balls throb. You can feel the way his cock twitches once, twice before warmth fills you up. He moans, unashamed, as the pleasure washed over him. His body trembles, just like yours did, and you can’t take your eyes off of him. He no longer kisses you, simply moans and whines into your mouth before finally relaxing against you.

He takes a few moments to collect himself before rolling off of you, “Let me clean you up, sweetheart.”

You nod and watch as he bustles around the room, wiping the mess from his cock and your cunt and thighs before fitting one of his large t-shirts over your head.

He feels dazed, his legs weak. He honestly can’t remember the last time he came so hard.

As he crawls into bed with you, he wraps his arms around you.

“How was that?” he asks, making you whine at the reminder of what you just did, “You can think of that as your first time instead, ‘kay?”

You nod and close your eyes, content to snuggle against his familiar warmth. It feels so safe and calm being in his arms and you will your heart not to pound, scared he’ll hear and discover the ever-growing crush you have on him.

He, however, bites his tongue to keep himself from spilling everything he wants to say. How he feels about you, how he’s always felt about you.

Your brother's words ring in his head, a passing comment he has clung to since he was young about how if your brother would want you to date anyone in the word, he would prefer it be his best friend Tohma.

[cheesecakerin]

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

tokyo revenger

haikyuu

jujutsu kaisen

my hero academia

genshin impact

random

[cheesecakerin]

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔

𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚂

𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃𝚂

oikawa tooru

sfw

nsfw

➛ table

[cheesecakerin]

Table (m.)

pairings: stepbrother!oikawa x reader

warnings: stepcest, fingering

“Tooru, come set the table please.” 

Oikawa groans from where he’s lounging on a sofa across from you in the living room. “I just got back this morning, mom, I’m exhausted.” He turns his head to face you. “Can’t you do it?”

You continue to stare at your phone screen. “She asked you.” 

“I remember when you used to be so sweet and obedient,” he grumbles, despite standing up and proceeding to place the steaming plates of food onto the table.

“Things have changed since you’ve been away, Tooru-nii.” 

Too engrossed in social media, you miss how Oikawa’s eyes narrow and his tongue peeks out to swipe at his bottom lip at the familiar title. “Guess not everything…”

Dishware and utensils clink as they’re being arranged on the table, and eventually your step-mom calls for you and your dad to come join the other two who are already seated. Getting there last, you sit in the only available spot, right next to Oikawa. You bump his shoulder with yours accidentally on the way down, and his arm comes out to wrap around your waist, steadying you. 

You mumble a quiet “thanks”, not thinking twice of how his hand leaves your hips to end up resting comfortably on your thigh, giving it a quick squeeze in acknowledgement. He’s always been touchy. You’ll never admit it to him in fear of inflating his massive ego even more, but you missed him a lot while he was away for work, and your heart skips a beat when Oikawa doesn’t move his hand away. The fact that you two are already sitting so close together at the table that your shoulders are touching isn’t enough for you, apparently.

Small chatter fills the room as your parents catch up with your step-brother. While you’re stuffing your mouth with dinner, you hear Oikawa chuckle. “Slow down, sweetheart.” The hand on your thigh lifts up to swipe at the corner of your lips, catching a stray grain of rice that he eagerly licks off his thumb. 

“Tooru! Have some manners,” your step-mom scolds.

“What? Used to do it all the time when we were kids.” Oikawa shrugs before placing his hand back under the table to cup your knee, fingers casually stroking the skin. When you feel something slip under the fabric of your shorts and tickle the inside of your thigh, you almost choke.

“Everything alright?” 

“Yup!” Smacking your chest a couple times, you flash your dad the OK hand sign. “Just went down the wrong side.” Your squeak out the last word when Oikawa continues to trail his hand closer to your core, fingers just barely ghosting over your bare slit. You should’ve known better than to not wear panties around your Tooru-nii. 

When your dad asks you about how your classes are going, Oikawa uses the opportunity to delicately ease his middle finger inside you after spending ample time swirling it around in the leaking juices. Your thighs are trembling, the chopsticks in your hand threatening to snap from the concentration of keeping your voice steady as if your brother isn’t knuckle deep in your pussy. You respond with a curt “fine” and pretend to busy yourself with pushing the food on your plate around.

Luckily, the conversation’s redirected to someone else. Turning your head to the side, you glare at Oikawa and in return get a raised brow and a grin as he pops a bit of chicken into his mouth. With a wink, he adds his pointer finger to the torment, and your hips instinctively buck, knees accidentally knocking the underside of the table. 

“What’s going on, Y/N?” Your mom asks, puzzled. “You seem off, honey” 

“She’s right. What’s wrong, honey?” Oikawa parrots, meanwhile his hand’s pressed flush against your core, two digits stretching and rubbing at your velvet walls that keep fluttering and clamping around him. He grinds his palm down on your clit and your eyes flare. 

“Sorry,” you force out from behind clenched teeth, “I’m okay. I had a long night so I’m a bit tired.” Oikawa crooks the two fingers that are steadily pumping in and out of your pussy, and you struggle to swallow the moan that’s on the verge of escaping. 

How he’s managing to keep his upper arm perfectly still while using his wrist to plunge his digits deep inside you, all undetected, amazes you. “Tooru-nii…” you whine underneath your breath. Your toes begin to curl and the familiar pool of pleasure in your stomach continues to grow. With pleading eyes, you turn to look at your brother.

“Tooru!” Your step-mom’s scolding tone has you jerking your head over to her. Your face blanches. Did you get caught? “I can’t believe I’m telling my grown child to stop texting underneath the table. Put it away. We haven’t seen you in months,” she sighs. “The least you can do is give us your attention.”

“I’m just letting Iwa-chan know that I’m back,” Oikawa responds smoothly, withdrawing his fingers from your cunt to gently trail them up and around your clit. He starts rubbing lazy circles into it. “He wants to know if I can stop by after this.” 

The food in front of you is long forgotten and you absently stare at it, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to stifle the whimpers. If he keeps this up you’re going to break soon. To your surprise, moments later Oikawa pulls the fabric of your shorts back down so that it covers your cunt. Not before giving the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh a pinch and tenderly squeezing your waist, though. He clears his throat. “Y/N doesn’t look so good. I think she should go lie down, I can bring the rest of her dinner up to her room later.”

When your parents look at you, you offer a weak smile. What they can’t see is how you can’t help the way your pussy clenches at the unspoken promise from your doting Tooru-nii. What better way to christen his return than to have him visit you in your bedroom again, just like old times?