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FINN WOLFHARD IMAGINES + PREFERENCES
DISCLAIMER: Most of these imagines are old and are very badly written.
🦓: STILL DOING REQUESTS. (DMS.)
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╚═════๑♡๑═════╝ 'What the pair both didn't know was that their walkie was still recording their noise'
WARNING: smut, oral sex (aged up)
the mind flayer has struck Hawkins mall, everyone had their own job; fighting, going to the Russian base, some people at the weather top while mike and y/n were submitted as look out.
Everyone was doing good, making sure everything was okay, well except y/n and mike.
You could see the stranded car near the struck mall, on the large parking lot. Yet the car was shaking and bouncing. Yes they're doing what you think they're doing.
Inside the car you could find mike pounding into y/n sloppily, y/n crying out moans.
"Holy shit, mike!" The y/h/c haired girl screamed out. "Shit I'm gonna-" mike said breathlessly, being cut off by his own groans while releasing everything.
He pulled out of y/n, the girl whining since her climax got taken away from her. Mike made y/n sit up on the car seat in the back.
"Just sit straight." He mumbled, y/n nodding nervously while mike spread open her legs, afterwards putting her legs on his shoulders while he crouched down, his face now right infront of her core.
The boy shot a glance, y/n nodded in approval. Not even a second after y/n nodded, mike started kitty-licking her clit.
Y/n whimpered, holding back her moans. Mike started going faster, making y/n's head fall back while groaning loudly.
While y/n was crying out her pleasure, the pair heard their shared walkie go static before dustin started talking.
"Shut up!!" Y/n groaned, not wanting the moment to end.
"Lookout, do you copy? I repeat, Lookout, do you copy?"
Mike had a mischievous grin plastered on his face, him grabbing the walkie and handing it to y/n to answer.
"Y-yes we copy, what's up?" Y/n stuttered, letting out a loud gasp when mike inserts two finger in her.
"What's wrong, did you see anything?" Dustin asked, responding to her gasp.
"N-no nev- shit- nevermind, I thought I saw something..." Y/n held back her cries while Mike's pace quickened.
Mike was definitely enjoying this.
"Y/n, are you okay?" Dustin asked quickly. "Hmpf! Y-yeah!" Y/n panicked, her hand on her mouth to hold back a moan, then removing it and finishing her answer.
"Period cramps!" She lied while hearing Dustin groan in disgust after the mention of periods.
"Do you know Planck's constant? We need to know for a code-"
Mike started kitty-licking y/n's clit again while adding another digit to the number of fingers that were pounding into her.
"Hmmm- no no I don't know!" Y/n squirmed, trying to end this conversation.
"Y/n I'm sure you know it- you used to repeat it to annoy me befo-"
"Woah! I heard you say the word 'used' so that means past- anyway I don't know so byeeee-" Y/n lied, throwing the walkie away before hearing erica say-
"I'm pretty damn sure that ain't a period-"
Y/n rolled her eyes while finally releasing all the moans she held back. "Holy shit Mike!" She screamed.
What the pair both didn't know was that their walkie was still recording their noise.
Robin, Steve, erica and dustin were taken a back by the moans. "Holy shit!" Robin giggled, erica groaned while Dustin's eyes went to Steve who was furious.
He aggressively grasped on Dustin's walkie, screaming into his walkie aswell.
"Get your hands off my fucking sister, wheeler!" He screamed, mike and y/n got off eachother and searched for their walkie.
"Did you turn it off?" Mike questioned to y/n, whispering. "I wasn't really focused because of you!" She whispered back aggressively.
"Are you complimenting my skills of giving head?" The boy giggled. "Hm, maybe." Y/n flirted, kissing Mike's lips until it was yet disturbed again.
"We can still hear you!!!" Steve remarked, the teens sprung off eachother once again and searched for the walkie.
"Where is it?" Mike asked stressfully. "I don't know! You ripped off my clothes and just threw them everywhere, I fucking told yo-"
"YOU RIPPED OFF MY SISTERS' CLOTHES?!" Steve screamed, making it more obvious where the walkie was.
"He gave you head?!" Dustin giggled.
"Oi! Shut the fuck up!" Mike screamed into the walkie. Y/n tried not to burst out laughing.
"Planck's constant is 6.62607004." Y/n sighed into the walkie."
"Okay but you two get your asses here right now! No funny business anymore!"
"Yeah we'll be there once I'm actually done, bye!" Mike yelled, making y/n's cheeks coat red.
"MICHEAL WHEELER AND Y/N HARRINGTON GET BOTH OF YOUR ASSES HERE RIGHT NOW!" Steve protested.
"Hmmmm one more round, we'll be there after." "MIKE!" Y/n screamed, slapping his shoulder.
"Mike's kidding, we'll be there!" With that, y/n turned off the walkie and got dressed, mike doing the same while complaining.
They both got to the front and started laughing at what had happened.
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conclusion is: i suck at writing smut and this is probably the first and last smut ill ever write
