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NOT WHO YOU'D EXPECT !!

╰ head cheerleader, top of your class, hot as hell. he's a nerdy, awkward mess. somehow, you chose him. the way you press close… yeah. not so innocent!

WARNING: 18+ CONTENT , loser!mike , fem!cheerleader!reader , oral (male-receiving) , p in m , gagging/choking , TEASE!mike , masochist mike (kind of!) , making out , sloppy kisses , male lead , lovey-dovey mike , humiliation , praising , dirty talk , lots of ‘baby’ usage! , spitting , whimpering , moaning , rough-ish mike , shy but lowkey a freak!reader , sexual thoughts , fluff at the end <3 aged up!

word count . 2.3k | author's note: first smutty fic! mike wheeler the man you are!! hopefully i did okay omg, i’m still new to smut i’m sorry if i got any of yall’s hopes up. 🥹

Mike wasn't sure why you wanted to be with him. You had plenty of other options—basketball players, football players... hell, even the nerdier athletes were hotter than he was. But you chose him, for some reason.

So he was surprised when he heard a soft knock at his door—

Mike was laying on his stomach across his bed with a video game controller in his hands, his attention focused entirely on the screen in front of him. His head turned automatically at the sound, and he called out, still half distracted, "Yeah?"

You slipped quietly into the room, shutting the door softly behind you. Your gaze landed on him, and your heart thudded painfully in your chest. You wanted him—you just didn't know how to say it.

He lifted his head to look at you, eyebrows raised slightly. "You need somethin'?" pausing his game to set the controller beside him as he tilted his head waiting for a response.

He lifted a hand to run through his hair and gave you a dry, teasing look. "You gonna say something, or just keep staring? Cause that's kinda creepy, y'know."

You stayed silent. Normally, you'd be talking his head off but now.... you were just watching him. Your eyes roamed over his face, lingering on his mouth, tracing the soft frown he still wore. Your heart skipped.

A smug grin spread across his face as he took in your expression, heat creeping up your cheeks. Tips of your ears burned.

And then it hit you. He could exactly see why you were here and the smirk on his lips only grew wider.

“Y’know, if you’re trying real hard not to say something… I might be able to help.” His eyebrows lifted toward your hovering feet, dangerously close to his legs.

You were right between his legs now, and he tilted his chin just enough to keep your eyes locked.

He noticed the way you bit your lip, your gaze darting to his mouth and back up, fighting the urge to look away. He knew. That familiar smug smirk spread across his face. He had you exactly where he wanted you.

The kiss was greedy, hungry, desperate, and it made his head spin. He groaned into your mouth, hands tightening on your hips, pulling you closer. Your body pressed against his, every curve and lean line of him sending heat straight through you.

Jesus. You were driving him insane.

He could feel his self-control slipping as your tongue slid into his mouth. A breathy, “Mike…” escaped your lips, and he groaned in response, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

Your hands tangled in his hair, holding him like he was the only thing keeping you steady. Another soft whine slipped from your throat, and he shivered at the sound. You were all over him—kissing, biting, nipping—with a need that left his head spinning and chest tightening.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him. “God, you’re driving me crazy,” he groaned, and you gasped in response, lips still pressed to his.

Your hands slid down his chest, slow and deliberate, savoring every inch. He broke the kiss just enough to let out a rough chuckle, lips brushing yours as he murmured, “Fuck, you really aren’t playin’ around tonight.” His voice was low, already wrecked—because the way you touched him like that? It was going to ruin him before anything even started.

You pulled the zipper of his jeans down, and he swore against your mouth. You were getting bolder, hands moving more insistently over the exposed skin of his chest, down his stomach, across his hip bones, claiming him all over again.

He couldn’t hold back a soft, ragged moan, hips rising into your touch without him meaning to.

Mike groaned as your hands slid under the waistband of his boxers, fingers brushing against him—already hard and aching for you.

He couldn’t help the way his hips bucked up into your touch, chasing the contact like a goddamn addict. “Fuck,” he breathed shakily through gritted teeth. You were killing him with this slow teasing when all he wanted was to feel your hands fully wrapped around him.

The second your fingers curled around him, he hissed, throwing his head back against the mattress as a shudder wracked through him. “Shit—princess,” he groaned, hands flying down to grip your shoulders like he needed something solid to hold onto before you could do anything else reckless with that goddamn mouth of yours.

He was already half-gone just from this alone—your soft lips brushing teasingly along him while those dark eyes met his in a challenge.

His hand slid into your hair, tugging lightly as he guided your head down.

You let out a soft, breathy, “Mike—” again, lips brushing his, body pressing closer. Your fingers tangled in the sheets, subtle movements betraying how much you wanted him. He was already a mess, and you hadn’t even really started yet.

“I know,” he muttered, tightening his grip in your hair. “You know what I want, baby.”

You bit your lip, cheeks flushing, hips nudging into him insistently. Your hands roamed a little more boldly, teasing him, showing exactly how much you were enjoying this. He caught it all—the blush, the confidence in your movements, the tiny flickers of need—and smirked. God, you’re shy… but such a freak.

You let him guide you into place, giving in easily to the firm pressure of his hand in your hair. You down on your knees, flushed cheeks and parted lips made him groan.

Without warning, he leaned closer, tilting his head, and a thin bead of spit hit your lips. Your eyes widened for a split second—but heat pooled instantly at the sensation.

“Like that, baby?” he murmured, smirk tugging at his lips as he pressed you closer, letting the slick taste linger. Your breath hitched, body betraying just how much you were into it already.

He hissed as your tongue dragged up the underside of him, slow and teasing. He had to fight the urge to thrust—because you were playing dirty, making him wait when he was already this worked up. His fingers tightened in your hair just enough for emphasis as he let out a rough exhale through gritted teeth. “Christ—you’re such a tease.”

And yet… he couldn’t complain. Not when you looked up at him like that, eyes wide, full of mischief, lips still wrapped around him, and body betraying exactly how much you wanted him.

Your mouth was hot and wet, and Mike had to bite back a groan as you took him in. You felt his fingers tangled in your hair—not guiding, just holding on for dear life—because the second your tongue flicked over the head of his cock, his hips jerked involuntarily.

“Fuck,” he choked out, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure shot straight down to his toes from that one little move alone.

His fingers twisted in your hair, harsh but not cruel. “C’mon—”

His voice was low and dark, and you shivered as he tugged your head up so your eyes met his. You looked wrecked—lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with desire. He loved it when you were like this, flushed, panting, and so goddamn needy.

A soft gasp slipped from your lips as he pushed your head back, pupils dilated, betraying how much more turned on you were the more he took control.

He almost grinned at that. “Damn, baby, you really like gettin’ manhandled, don’tcha?”

Your throat clenched around him the second he thrust in, and he had to bite back a groan so hard his teeth ached. “Shit,” he muttered, grip on your hair tightening, holding you there as he watched you take him. Every little struggle, gasp, and whimper made his chest tighten. Your nose pressed against him, eyes watering slightly—but god, it was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.

He pulled back just slow enough to watch you gag again, then shoved back in without warning, sending a fresh shiver down your spine.

Mike murmured how he was almost close—and you taking him so perfectly was almost too much. Your cheeks hollowed around him, eyes fluttering shut as you swallowed—desperate to make him lose control just as much as you wanted him to.

But he wasn’t going to let you off that easily. He needed more—needed you to be just as wrecked as he felt.

“You think you can handle more?” he asked, tugging your head up by your hair so your eyes met his.

You whined softly at the harsh treatment, voice raspy and wrecked as your mouth reluctantly let go.

“Please,” you gasped. “I can take it…”

He smirked, dark and satisfied. Something about hearing you plead like that drove him wild.

“Yeah? You want more, huh, baby?” he murmured, keeping a firm grip on your hair so you couldn’t pull away. “Don’t worry… I’ll give it to you.”

You whined at his words, cheeks flushing hot. God, he thought you were beautiful like this—flushed and breathless, eyes wide as you waited for his next command. You were so good for him—eager to follow, every movement obedient yet desperate—and it was absolutely addictive.

He gave your hair another firm tug. “Open up.” His voice was low, even, and commanding. When you obeyed, sticking your tongue out like you were begging for it, he groaned. Damn… it was the most perfect sight in the world.

Every flick of your tongue, every careful stroke of your hand, made him hiss and groan, hips twitching uncontrollably. His dark eyes locked on yours, pupils blown, watching you like you were his personal toy—beautiful, desperate, and entirely his.

“Look at you,” he murmured low, dragging you closer by your hair. “Little cheerleader… prim and perfect for everyone else… and here you are, gagging on me, taking my cock like the good little slut you are.”

Your cheeks burned hotter, but you didn’t look away. Every word, every harsh tug, made you shiver with need.

“You like this, don’t you?” he continued, voice rough, teasing, dangerous. “You like being on your knees for… me? A total loser? Someone no one even notices during the day… and now—mmh—you’re getting face fucked like you’ve been begging for it all along.”

Your throat clenched again, muffled moans and soft whimpers escaping as humiliation mixed with pleasure, pooling in your core.

“You’re so cute when you act all confident out there,” he growled, hips rolling just enough to make your head bob instinctively. “The one everyone cheers for… and here you are, taking every inch like a desperate little freak. That’s perfect. Fucking perfect.”

You tightened your hands on him, trembling, trying to keep yourself steady—but every teasing word, every sharp tug, made your head spin.

“See? This is what I want,” he murmured, pressing you down slightly, rolling his hips to drive you wild. “Quiet, needy, whimpering… taking my cock like the little freak you are—even if you’re too embarrassed to admit it. Cheerleader, huh? Bet no one knows you get fucked like this.”

You whimpered again, throat clenching, your body betraying you as your face flushed, arousal spilling over every word, every movement.

“Mmhm… that’s it, baby,” he rasped, dragging you closer with another firm tug. “Keep going… show me how much you want it. Show me how desperate you are… and I’ll make sure everyone knows just how pathetic a little slut you can be for me.”

Even as the words stung your pride, your body betrayed you completely, trembling against him, taking him deeper, faster, every motion making him groan and hiss in pleasure.

You kept him buried in your mouth, hands sliding up and down his shaft, lips and tongue working together, every motion deliberate and teasing. His hips bucked uncontrollably, dark groans spilling out, and his hands twisted in your hair again, holding you close like he couldn’t bear to let go.

“Fuck, baby, god—you feel so good,” he groaned, voice low, ragged, trembling with need. “Look at you… such a little slut for me, taking it so perfectly.”

You whimpered around him, eyes half-lidded, heat pooling in your core as you bobbed and stroked, desperate to push him over the edge. Every sharp, teasing thrust of his hips into your mouth made your throat clench and your heartbeat pound.

Mike’s grip on your hair tightened, pulling you flush against him. “That’s it—baby. You’re killing me. So good for me.”

You hummed, sucking and stroking with all the boldness you could muster, your body shaking with need, your lips and tongue driving him wild. His hips jerked violently, a strangled groan tearing from his throat.

“Baby, I’m gonna—” His voice broke, eyes fluttering shut as his hips stilled for just a moment before shuddering again, warmth releasing into your mouth. You swallowed obediently, soft whimpers vibrating against him as he rode out every last shiver, trembling, fingers loosening in your hair.

He collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving, still half-hard, body slick with sweat and heat. You crawled up to him slowly, cheeks flushed, still trembling from the intensity.

Mike caught your face in his hands, thumbs brushing over your flushed cheeks, eyes dark but soft now. “I love you. You were perfect.” he whispered softly, voice low and full of awe. “You always know how to drive me insane.”

You smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead, still catching your breath.

He leaned down, pressing a slow, warm kiss to your lips—soft and lingering this time, no teasing, just him holding you close. “You’re perfect,” he whispered. “My perfect little freak.”

You giggled softly, leaning into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I like being your freak,” you murmured, voice playful but tired.

Mike chuckled, nuzzling your temple. “And I like that you’re mine,” he said, pressing a final gentle kiss to your lips before pulling you close, letting both of you melt into the warmth and intimacy after the storm of wanting. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

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