the in between days, m. wheeler (ch.2)
synopsis: In the months following Hawkins splitting in two, Mike and Y/n confide in each other for an unusual sense of normalcy. Secretly, the two best friends begin to explore intimacy, while trying not to cross the boundaries of their friendship.
content: mike wheeler x fem!reader, set between s4 and s5, (possible spoilers!) somewhat-canon, best friends with benefits (to lovers?) smut! p-in-v, fingering, mutual virginity loss, awkward but very lovey-dovey, a little bit of dirty talk and a LOT of kissing!
It's 7:59 when Y/n hearts tapping on her bedroom window.
Y/n is in nothing but an old Motley Crue t-shirt that reaches mid-thigh. She's laying on bed, he r legs kicking up in the air as she flips through her flash cards. She almost didn't hear the taps against her window through the volume her record player was at. Loud. The newest Madonna album is spinning on the turntable.
Y/n looks up from her flashcards and to her window; Mike is there, crouched down on the roof next to her window, mouthing 'let me in.' Y/n gets up from her bed quickly, shaking her head.
She unlatches and lifts her window. "Mike, what the hell are you doing?"
Mike practically falls head-first through the window, knocking a few pillows from the window seat to the floor before not-so gracefully planting his converse on the carpeted floor with a struggled grunt. Mike brushes a few leaves off his sleeves and finally looks at Y/n with look that says, 'you impressed?'
Y/n is speechless, searching Mikes face for answers. Mike’s brows furrow at her, "Why do you look so confused? You told me to come by tonight —”
"I meant knock on the front door like a normal person, Wheeler!" Y/n throws her arms up.
"Oh." Mike just shrugs. "Well, I figured I’d go totally ‘John Hughes’ — it was kind of romantic right?"
Y/n snorts. "Oh totally," She says dramatically, "the way you tumbled through my window was so sexy."
Mike quirks an eyebrow, a smirk appearing on his lips. "You think I'm sexy?" He asks in attempt to be somewhat seductive as he inches closer to her.
"Not currently." Y/n quips, pulling a few stray leaves out his messy hair — apparently from his endeavors of getting up to her window.
They are closer now, an arms length away. It's careful, and measured. "Totally sexy." Y/n says softly.
Mike's hands gravitate to Y/ns waist, he steps closer to her. "Missed you." Mike says just above a whisper.
Y/n looks into his eyes, "You saw me at school."
Earlier that day, Hawkins High ...
Y/n makes her way through the crowded halls and heads towards the gym. The hallways get quieter when she turns the corner and approaches the girls bathroom tucked away next to the gym. It's the least busy bathroom in the school — Mike and Y/n have found, making it one of their designated meet-up spots.
Y/n pushes the bathroom door open to find Mike Wheeler leaning against the light-pink tiled walls, his backpack on the floor and one foot up against the wall. He looks effortlessly cool (and oddly sexy) like this; he’s wearing dark blue knit sweater and jeans with small rips at the knees — which is a new and ‘risky’ look for Mike, as he put it. When he hears the creak of the door, his head turns to see Y/n, he quickly stands straight and takes a step forward as she walks in.
"Hey," Mike whispers, even though it's just them. It's as if even though they know they are alone, whatever they are doing is just so secretive that even in the most silent of places, they need to keep it quiet.
Y/n approaches him in the small, dingy, stall-lined bathroom. "What's wrong? You know I don't like to miss chem," Y/n says softly, frowning a bit and holding her chemistry textbook to her chest.
Mike just smiles at her, "Nothing is wrong." Y/n looks up at him, noticing his stupid grin, and it's then the bell rings. Now she's really frowning.
"I just wanted to — " Mike starts, hesitating. "see you."
Y/n rolls her eyes, trying to keep the whole 'annoyed' act going, when she's truly giddy as ever. "You'll see me at lunch. And in calculus. And tomorrow—"
Mike's hand now rest on Y'n's waist. " I just wanted to see you. Just you." He says.
Rule #1. Absolutely no feelings, under any circumstances!
More importantly; Rule #2. Abort mission when feelings get involved!
Rule #1 has become more and more clearly broken every day that passes by. Every time one of them slip up during their heated make-outs and absent mindedly say something too flirty or too relationship-like they cross the line of 'just friends.'
So now, rule #2 is in their hands.
Y/n looks at him for a moment and sighs. "Mike," She whispers.
She isn't sure what to say. Y/n does what she does when she isn’t actively thinking of something else, or even when she’s trying to fall asleep at night — she thinks of Mike. Her best friend of years. Friend. But now, it's all starting too blur. Feelings are involved and they both know it.
The logical, rule-following thing to do here would be to stop what their doing.
But they both know that's not what they want to do.
So naturally, they break Rule #2.
Y/n wastes no time smashing her lips on to Mike’s, her whole body feels immediate relief when his lips are on hers and his hands are on her waist. Mike hums into the kiss contently and Y/n is quick to tangle her fingers in Mike's hair just the way he likes it.
The kiss is hurried, heated and completely passion-filled. So much so, Mike nearly stumbles back, his feet seeping backwards quickly as his back meets the tile wall again. He grunts at the sudden impact and opens his eyes to see Y/n's hands on his chest and a smirk on her lips.
Mike's brows raise, he lets out a laugh. "You're eager."
"You like it." Mike doesn't object.
Their lips are back together like magnets. The time they have is always borrowed, like a ticking alarm clock. Like at any minute the alarm might just go off —
And thats when the bell echoes the hallways and into the bathroom, signaling the start of the next period.
The two stay stuck together for a moment, getting the last of their quick kisses in. Mike pulls away, a smile on his lips, his eyes flickering over her face. Y/n smiles too, a blush creeping up on her cheeks. Mike doesn't remove his hands from her waist, keeping her there between his legs, rubbing his hands up and down her hips.
"Mike-" Y/n giggles, squirming. "I know, you have chemistry." Mike says, pulling away for good.
Y/n places a kiss on his cheek and steps back, grabbing Mike's hand, "Come by my house tonight. 8 o'clock."
That makes Y/n laugh. That sweet sound Mike loves so much. The way her nose crinkles just a little, and the way her entire face beams. Mike can't help but grin at the girl, purely just admiring her. Y/n notices his unusual silence paired with his stupid smile, "What?" she quirks a brow.
Mike shrugged, "You look cute."
"Thanks. You're alright, Wheeler."
Mike gasps dramatically as he brushes her hair behind her ear, he leans in and kisses her neck softly. "I must be more than alright if you invited me over." He says, kisses a little higher, then adding, "Noticed your parents aren't home either."
Y/n rolls her eyes at his remark. He wasn't wrong. It was planned — strategic.
Mike places another kiss on her jaw, making Y/n sigh, then another kiss right beside her lips — “Why’d you invite me over?” Mike starts before finally placing a quick kiss on her lips. “8 o’clock on a Tuesday night when I know you have Kaminsky’s test tomorrow.”
It’s as if there’s this hidden understanding in the air. A mutual understanding. Deep down, they both know why Y/n invited Mike over. It’s not like it's out of blue — sure, the two hang out. But this, this, was different. Intentional. Recently, all of their rendezvous meet-ups happen quickly; crammed in a closet, or a bathroom, and certainly not Y/n’s bedroom — that made it intimate.
They haven’t crossed that one line yet. Besides, that was the last rule in bold on their ‘terms and conditions’ — sex. Almost taboo, especially since they aren’t even dating. Just figuring things out as friends. But of course, as fate would have it, there’s only so far several (very heated) make-out sessions can go, mixed with teenage hormones before sex is in the cards.
Mike has a small smile on his face, “Don’t go feeling too special, Wheeler.” Y/n jokes, her voice low and soft as she inches closer to Mike.
The gap between them is closed when their lips meet. This is different than earlier at school, it’s slow to start, and slow to continue, it's sweet and unhurried. There’s no school bell that could go off, no fear of someone walking in. Mike’s hands inch up Y/n’s back, pulling her in more as he deepens the kiss. Y/n’s hands move to Mike’s chest and she lets out a hum of content when Mike slips his tongue into her mouth.
Mike tilts his heads a bit as their tongues fight for any sense of dominance. His hands travel to her hips, low, and grip firmly. Y/n lets out a small muffled moan into Mike's mouth, sending electricity straight through his body. Y/n’s fingers tug at the curls of his hair, wanting more.
Mike's lips leave hers and travel down to where her neck meets her collarbone, placing a light kiss there. Then another slightly higher, and another right on her jaw, and finally a kiss right behind her ear. The spot Mike knows well enough to know that when his lips meet the skin their, Y/n sucks a deep breath in and closes her eyes. Mike looks at her through his eyelashes before sucking on the sensitive skin there. Now, Y/n moans softly, quietly, while dragging her hands down Mike’s sweater clad arms.
He doesn't seem to budge, staying in the spot behind her ear, now holding the back of her neck with one hand as he sucks harder, teeth clashing lightly with the skin in the best way possible.
Y/n's hands have traveled down to the hem of his sweater now, her hands stilling there for a moment. She thinks, when she tugs on his sweater and gives him that hint, it could go one of two ways. Knowing what she wants, and hoping Mike wants the same, she tugs on the his sweater.
Mike's face leaves the side of her neck, his hands now cradled behind her head. He looks down, noticing Y/n's hands, fist-full of his sweater.
Mike might be dense sometimes, but he knows by the way she's practically about to rip his sweater off, and the way her eyes gaze up at him and plead, he knows exactly what she wants. What she needs. He want's — correction, needs — it just as much, for that matter. He looks back up at her, their eyes meeting, it could all be confirmed in the silent conversation their eyes have alone.
Mike gathers the courage to just say it, put it out there in tangible spoken words. "Should we do this?"
"We would violate like, every, rule we made."
Mikes head tilts, a grin on his lips "I think we're way past that."
Y/n nods, agreeing. "We have broken almost every rule."
"Not the last one." Mike says, just above a whisper.
Y/n leans in. "Should we?" She asks, cautiously.
"Probably not," Mike says simply, "But I want to." then he stammers over his words, letting the confidence get the best of him "I- only if you do-!"
Y/n laughs at Mike, who is now nervously blushing. "I want to."
Just then the sound of the record player hums; of one song ending, then a static pause, then another song starting fills the room and Madonna’s 'Crazy for you' begins to play.
"How fitting." Y/n jokes.
Mike's eyebrows raise, "Oh, you're 'crazy' for me?" he asks teasingly.
Y/n rolls her eyes, "Take this off, you're wearing entirely too much clothes." she says, dragging her hand along his chest.
"Desperate to see me naked?"
Things move hastily from there. The knit sweater Mike was wearing was thrown to the floor, along with the converse he awkwardly struggled to get off while Y/n laughed at him. Their lips meet again, hungrily.
The kiss has grown with urgency — Mike takes steps forward, Y/n stepping backwards till the back of her legs hit her bed frame. She quickly sits on the bed, Mike being sure that he doesn't break the kiss when he cranes his body lower, slowly hovering over her. His hands are on her waist as he steadies himself lowering onto the bed, Y/n inches herself back on the mattress and Mike settles his knees on either side of her hips.
"Off," Y/n mumbles against Mike's lips between kisses, lifting the white tee-shirt that was under his sweater.
Mike is taken aback at Y/n's neediness (and assertiveness, at that) that he can't even think of some witty remark in return. Instead he just pulls his shirt over his head, noticing how Y/n watches him with wide eyes. He throws the shirt behind him and hovers over Y/n again, reattaching their lips in another hot and messy kiss.
Her hands are all over his bare torso now; along his back, up his chest then slowly and (agonizingly for Mike) tracing down his abdomen and towards his belt. Mike's hands are traveling beneath Y/n's baggy tee-shirt, feeling the flesh of her stomach and tracing his fingers over her ribs.
Y/n pulls back, her lips extra pink and glistening. "You can take it off, Mikey." She whispers, voice sultry.
Mike feels himself get harder at the nickname alone. Mikey. She's the only one who's ever called him that, on a rare occasion. And even then, it used to make him turn red with embarrassment. Now, he's sure if she says it one more time, he might actually come in his pants.
Mike nods before slowly dragging her shirt up, checking her eyes to make sure she doesn't object. "Mike, please,"
Y/n squirms at Mike's hands dragging up her bare skin as he slowly, very slowly, takes her shirt off. He doesn't mean to tease, or to do this maliciously, he's just in complete awe of what's in front of him. His best friend of years, almost completely bare in front of him. To his shock (delight) she isn't wearing a bra. He realizes this when his finger glide over the skin of her breasts under her shirt and his eyes widen.
Y/n moans when his hands meet her breasts. It's the kind of moan Mike has never heard from her. It's louder than the usual quiet-nervous moans she'll let out in whatever secret room they're tucked away in. Mike's hips grind against hers when he hears that, his hard-on brushing over her and giving her the small satisfaction she needs.
"Mikey," — Oh my god, this might actually kill him, Mike thinks. Her voice is sweet as always, light as a feather and soft but it has an edge now. It’s seductive.
Y/n shifts upward a bit so Mike can lift the shirt over her shoulders and toss it on the floor with the pile of clothes that continues to build. The second he situates himself over Y/n again and looks down at her, he physically moans at the sight beneath him.
His cheeks immediately flush — embarrassed at himself as he continues to gawk at Y/n and her now exposed breasts right in front of him.
Mike is a teenage boy, and like any teenage boy, sure he’s seen a couple explicit magazines or let his eyes wander to the restricted section of Family Video and seen the very risqué covers of the tapes. But this is completely different. Y/n is real, in front of him, beautiful and goddess-like as ever, and he is absolutely certain no one compares to her.
Y/n looks up at Mike, her lashes fluttering over her wide, almost innocent like gaze. She watches as his eyes fall up and down her as if he is trying to literally take a picture in his mind.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
Mike snaps to look at Y/n face, his eyes bewildered. “Actually? I have my cam—”
Y/n is joking, of course. But he’s dead serious; the way he sits up on his knees like he is about to leap off the bed and get his 35mm camera from his backpack and actually take a picture of Y/n shirtless.
Y/n laughs at Mike and his expression fell immediately. “You’re an idiot, Mike Wheeler.”
"You are beautiful, Y/n L/n."
Then, Y/n reaches up and pulls Mike by his belt-buckle, pulling him back down to hover over her. “Take these off.” She whispers in his ear, her hand still on his belt.
She can hear Mike swallow hard, eyes darting to hers. He sees the look of need in her eyes and wastes no time. Mike’s fingers are literally trembling as he tries to get his belt off, so much so that Y/n shoos his hand out the way and takes the belt off her self.
Things move very quickly from here — as if for each item of clothing that is lost, the more the anticipation builds.
Now, they are left in nothing but their underwear. The second Mike’s jeans hit the floor, Y/n is quick to kiss him. Mike’s hands travel to her chest, his hands nervously touching her tits. He has absolutely no idea what to do, but he does know that the feeling of the plump flesh in his hands and the way Y/n whines against his lips — it’s got to be somewhat right. So he continues that, brushing his fingers over her sensitive nipples, then gripping her tits gently, tentatively.
The kiss deepens when Mike rolls his hips against hers, nothing but the thin fabric of boxers and panties separating them. Being this close, almost entirely naked, it adds a whole another notch of pleasure. The sounds of their exchanged moans and whines that are swallowed by their kiss is heard when Mike grinds his hips down again. Y/n feels Mike’s hard dick rub perfectly against where she needs him most, her hands cling to his bare back, nails dragging up the skin.
Feeling slightly more confident, Mike pulls away from her lips. “You trust me?” He ask, Y/n nods repeatedly.
With that, Mike’s head lowers and kisses down her chest, placing a kiss right above her right nipple. Y/n’s eyes widen, “Oh, Mike.” she feels herself grow wetter and wetter by the second.
With confirmation that Y/n is content with what he’s doing, Mike continues. He looks up now, locking eyes with Y/n. The sight is downright devilish; Mike Wheeler kissing and sucking on her tits as she whines and writhes, all while keeping their eyes locked on one another.
Never in a million years would either one of them think this would be happening. Hell, if you told Mike and Y/n they’d be all over each other just a few months ago, they would have told you you were bat-shit insane. — Maybe that’s what this is, bat-shit insanity; best friends since kindergarten confiding in one another in ways they’d never expect, trying to fill the void that is the darkness that floats above them in Hawkins.
Y/n whines at the loss of Mike’s lips on her tits and shoots him a pout, Mike internally folds, placing a passionate kiss on her pouty lips as an apology.
Y/n’s hand comes up to the side of Mike’s face, pulling back from this kiss, “I want you. I want this.” She says.
“I want you too,” Mike starts, his voice low as he brushes a piece of hair behind her ear, “always have.”
Y/n smiles up at Mike, though his whole body is heating up with complete passion, he can’t help the way he feels his heart physically swell at the way Y/n smiles at him. She is inches away from him, gazing up at him with her big pleading eyes and the smile that’s won him over for years.
“I want you to be my first, Mike. I want it to be you.” Y/n confesses. She takes a moment before adding. “Always have.”
Mike feels his breath get caught as if her words really solidify this situation. This is real. This is happening. “I want it to be you, too.”
It’s now that things heat back up; they’ve inched up to the top of the bed now, Y/n ushering Mike to lay on his back, half against the headboard. Y/n straddles his lap, which sends Mike leaning forward in shock (and bewilderment) when her thighs are on either side of his and her warm core meets his achingly hard dick.
Mike groans at the feeling of them meeting at a new angle now, and then a dragged-out moan escapes his lips when Y/n rolls her hips against his. Mike throws his head back and grips his fingers around Y/n’s torso harder.
Y/n begins to chase a feeling she’s never felt, finding rhythm in rolling her hips over and over again, slowly, against Mike’s. They are close; Mike is sitting up against the headboard, Y/n seated in his lap like he is a chair, arms wrapped around one another tight.
Y/n throws her head back and gasps when she feels the tip of Mike’s dick rub against her panty-clad clit perfectly. “I need more, Mikey.”
Mike nods, “W-what do you want?” He asks.
With that, Mike flips them back over gently, which has Y/n gawking at his casual display of strength. Y/n’s back is flat against her mattress, she tries to ground herself the best she can while Mike shifts above her, settling between her legs.
Mike's arms are on either side of side of Y/n, bringing him face to face with her.
Unsure of what to do or how to start, Mike asks, "C-can I touch you?"
Y/n nods again, only this time she's more eager, restlessly waiting for Mike's touch.
Mike's hand continues to move down, over her stomach, brushing past her hips and stopping right at her baby pink, lacy panties. His finger brush just over the hem, looking up at Y/n, who just nods frantically.
With that, Mike slowly pulls down her panties, almost teasingly slow as if he's deliberately trying to kill her with anticipation. Which, truth is, he's not. Mike is just trying to savor every moment, taking it steadily and trying his best not to mess anything up or make a complete fool out of himself.
When the lacy fabric drags down her legs and slips off, Mike lets them fall off the bed and to the carpeted floor. Y/n's eyes flutter shut with a mix of anticipation and embarrassment; never being so bare and exposed to anyone, and certainly not to Mike Wheeler.
"So pretty," Mike says softly, his eyes falling down her body. "Tell me if you want me to stop."
"Please touch me Mike," Y/n says just above a whisper, pulling Mike closer with her arms around his neck, "I need it."
Mike nods as his hand caresses her thighs, moving closer and closer upwards. His fingers brush over her sensitive bud and Y/n shifts at his touch, Mike's eyes dart between her pretty pussy and her face; studying her reactions to his movements.
Mike hesitantly drags a finger through her wet folds, his finger coating in her slick as Y/n gasps. "Is that good? Does that feel good?" Mike asks genuinely, hoping for the best.
Y/n nods, "It’s good," His finger drags across her pussy again, this time teasing at her entrance and Y/n lets out a breathy whine, “so g-good.”
"I heard that — this helps. Helps you adjust," Mike starts, searching for the right words, "Just tell me if it hurts and I'll stop." His voice falters nervously.
"Mike, relax. I trust you."
With that Mike gets back to the task at hand, and slowly pushes his middle finger into her tight pussy. His finger slips right in with ease, Y/n gasping at the feeling, grabbing at his bicep while Mike slowly begins to pump his finger in and out. He watches closely as Y/n's face twists with pleasure momentarily, "Is that good? Can I add another?" Mike asks.
"Fuck— yes." Mike wastes no time sliding his index finger in as well. Y/n nose scrunches wincing a bit at the small sting. Sure, she's touched herself a handful of times, but Mike's fingers are longer, and from his angle everything feels so much different.
And, eventually, so much better.
Mike slides his two fingers in and out of her, hearing the squelch of her wetness against his fingers. "Oh my god." Mike whines out those few words as he looks between them; the sight of his fingers in her pussy makes his dick ache even more.
Y/n's hips buck up into Mike's hand, "It feels s-so good."
Y/n eyes are occasionally fluttering shut with pleasure as Mike begins to curl his long fingers inside her in all the right spots.
Y/n gets lost in the feeling when he hits the soft spot of her walls that give her the most euphoric feeling she’s felt yet — all with his touch.
Y/n moans louder now, her fingers grasping at her floral bed sheets for any sense of anchoring herself. Mike notices the effect that one move had on her and he groans at the sight of her pretty face making such a pretty noises all while her wet, warm slick is coating his fingers.
Mike ruts his hips down, brushing his pelvis against Y/n’s legs for any relief he can get. Y/n notices this, notices him needy and wanting the same release she does. “Mike, stop,” she says breathlessly and he immediately halts his movements.
Mike looks at her confused, then worried-stricken when he realizes maybe he’d done something wrong. “Fuck — I’m sorry. Did that hurt? Did I do-” He pulls his fingers out slowly and searches her face as he rambles.
Y/n cuts him off by placing a firm kiss on his lips to shut him up. “I want to do this together.”
Oh. Mike realizes what she means after a beat and he gets that confirmation when Y/n caresses the back of his head and pulls him closer, whispering in his ear, “I want you to make love to me.”
Mike isn't best at dirty-talking by any means — not that they'd ever done that, a few flirty words here and there. But this isn't like that, something about the way Y/n says it, doesn't make it sound dirty at all. It sounds loving and sensual in the most pure way. Not just fuck her — but to properly make love to her.
Mike locks his eyes with hers when she leans back from whispering in his ear, Y/n's hands on either side of his face. "Are you sure?" He asks softly.
She nods, "Positive." Y/ns hands travel back down Mike's torso now, "Do you have a condom?" She asks.
"Oh shit- yeah." Mike stammers, "In my bag." He scurries off the better, rummaging through his backpack that was thrown on the ground, muttering a 'shit, where is it?' to himself before going, "ah-ha."
Mike gets back in the bed, laying on his back next to Y/n with the small silver packet in his hand like it's treasure. Y/n smiles at him, "You came prepared." she quips.
Mike snorts, "It's from sex-ed class last year." he says as he tears the wrapper open.
Y/n goes quiet when Mike tosses the wrapper aside and holds the condom up between them. They both look at it for a moment, studying it, Y/n tilts her head and squints, "How does that-?"
"I have no idea." Mike deadpans, "Your guess is as good as mine."
"I guess we'll figure it out." Y/n says casually, shrugging.
That's when Mike realizes she's completely naked and he's still in his navy-plaid boxers. "Oh- right." He mutters awkwardly, leaning back on his knees so he can slip his boxers off, then shifting to take them off entirely, his fingers practically shaking while he does so.
Y/n struggles to breath when she sees Mike's dick is in her line of sight now. Long, impossibly hard, and pre-cup leaking at the pink tip. Apparently, Y/n must look completely stunned (or in awe, at that) because she snaps back into reality when she hears Mike say her name. She jumps out the trance like state of staring contently at Mike’s dick and quickly darts her eyes back up.
Mike is still leaning back on his knees, now fumbling with the condom, which he can't seem to get on correctly. "Shit," He curses to himself, growing embarrassed.
Y/n watches him, "Do you need help?" she asks.
Mike lifts his head up from looking down, swallowing hard. "Uh- yeah." He says in defeat. "I can't like-" His fingers fumble nervously.
He starts to speak but goes silent completely when Y/n leans forward and grabs the condom from Mike's hand. Y/n looks up at him with half-lidded eyes that, in this exact moment — sparkle perfectly in the moonlight that its hard to believe those say innocent eyes are gazing up at Mike with his dick now in her hands.
Y/n runs her hand lightly up then down Mike's dick and he lets out a shaky breath. She does this again and Mike's breathing picks up a little more. "Calm down, Mikey." Y/n coos, stopping her movement and beginning to slide the condom onto his dick.
Mike blinks down at her, "How did you figure that out?"
"I paid attention in health class last year." Y/n quips.
Mike chuckles, remembering the sex-ed unit of health class last year and the 'banana demonstration’, which clearly Mike didn't pay attention to.
Y/n leans back in the bed and Mike follows after she succesfully put the condom on, pridefully, at that.
Once Mike settles between Y/ns legs; their bodies inches away from truly touching. Mike's fingers run through her hair softly, his eyes flickering over her bare body quickly before letting his stare land on her face. Her eyes, her lips, the faint freckles on her cheeks that blush a deep shade of pink. She's bare beneath him, and he's very aware of that, but like this, he gets the perfect view of her beautiful face, and he takes advantage of that.
"Mike?" Y/n says softly, after a few beats of silence between the two.
"You look like an angel."
Y/n smiles before Mike is quickly placing his lips against hers again. Y/n's hands drape around the back of his neck, Mike's arms now resting on either side of her head as he kisses her harder. The feeling is so intense that the need for him only grows — "Please, Mike."
Mike pulls away, slowly, his teeth pulling at her bottom lip ever so lightly, their noses touching. "You're sure?" He whispers.
The next moments feel like a blur for the both of them; Mike places a soft kiss on Y/n's, then wraps his hand around his hard cock shakily as he lines himself up with Y/n's entrance, not without shuffling his body to be able to thrust forward a bit. He watches carefully, intently, as he pushes just the tip in, his eyes darting back up to Y/n. Y/n sucks a breath in, pressing her lips together.
"You okay?" Mike asks, his lips just above hers, the movements of his lips vibrating against her, grounding her in a way.
Y/n nods, a hand coming to the side of Mike's face mindlessly. "Keep going."
Mike listens and pushes in more, this time placing a hand on Y/n's side, rubbing circles on the skin there comfortingly. Mike holds an award worthy amount of composure as the feeling of Y/n's tight walls pillowing around his aching cock practically swallow all feeling in his body whole. The feeling is unlike anything he has ever felt, but he curbs that feeling and focuses on Y/n the best he can.
Y/n's eyes screw shut and her breathing picks up, the stretch is painful, much different from the feeling of Mike's fingers, but when Mike pushes in just a bit more, the pain slowly starts to fizzle away, lingering momentarily before it gets replaced with something else; pleasure.
After what feels like several minutes, Mike's pelvis meets Y/ns when he bottoms out. Mike lets out a soft groan, giving himself and Y/n a moment before asking, "Can I-?"
"Yes," Y/n says quickly, "Please move," The last word gets dragged out by a moan when Mike shifts ever-so slightly that it's almost unnoticeable, but the feeling of his dick twitching inside of her is anything but unnoticed.
Mike nods and mumbles a 'okay' before dragging his hips back gently, groaning against at the feeling of his dick pulling back out of her alone — then thrusting slowly back in.
Y/n lets out a loud gasp, the feeling so unrecognizable that it physically shocks her to the core. Mike does this again, pulling back, then thrusting forward, this time Y/n moans, grabbing his shoulders.
"Fuck — oh my god." Mike breaths out.
Mike thrusts foward again, building a rhythm. "You look so beautiful," Mike mumbles breathlessly, watching as Y/n's lashes flutter, then eyes screw shut. "Keep your eyes on me, baby — fuck, I wanna see you."
Y/n's eyes open almost immediately, at his command, but mainly at the use of 'baby' — which to be perfectly honest, she loved it. In fact, it turned her on even more. "Oh Mikey," Y/n says just above a whisper, bringing his face even closer to hers, holding there so their lips just graze one another, gasping into one anothers mouths.
Y/n always wondered what sex would truly feel like. Does it really feel that good? She was beginning to answer her own question when that sting-like stretch was fully subsided, and she could fully feel Mike in her. With every movement he made, she felt it everywhere, and hell — it felt like heaven. Y/n briefly wondered if it felt this good for Mike.
The answer was simple; it felt so good for Mike. "Shit- you're so warm and wet and- oh fuck." Mike was rambling, barley even coherent.
Mike felt like he died twenty minutes ago when he first saw her tits and now, he's in heaven. Jerking off doesn't even begin to compare to this; the feeling of his body entirely hot, his hips now beginning to rut into Y/n, and oh — Y/n. The sight of her beneath him and the sounds that leave her pink glossy lips makes it entirely spiritual experience, Mike would even argue that it’s life changing.
"Faster," Y/n mumbles, dragging her hands down Mike's back. "Fuck- I need more."
Mike obliges, happily at that. He picks up the pace of his hips, still focusing on pulling out almost entirely — just to the tip, before practically slamming back into her.
"Oh god- yes," Y/n cries out, a provocative, almost porongarphic moan slips out her mouth, and Mike lets out a loud groan just at that.
Feeling a bit confident, Mike makes an attempt at talking dirty. "Yeah?" He drags his hips back slow, before pumping forward fast, skin meeting with a slap. "You like that?" Unfourtuntley, he struggles a bit to get those words out in one piece, his voice cracking a bit and a whimper escaping.
Y/n nods, "I love it, Mikey." She says, and she sounds wrecked; voice raspy and whiny all at the same time. “You’re fucking me so good,” Y/n moans loud, her words are dirty and seductive.
Mike is panting breathlessly, “You’re so tight- holy shit.” Just then, Mike hits a spot so good; he feels a spongey corner in her that pillows against his tip deliciously and he lets out a down right filthy moan.
Y/n gasps at the feeling, that specific spot in her being reaches feels like an out of body experience in itself. "Right there- shit!" Y/n pants, making sure Mike knows she needs him to hit that spot again.
And he does. Over, and over again. “Feels s’good.” He says against her lips. “You feel so good- fuck.”
Mike feels Y/n clench around him first. Her walls squeezing around him tighter, like they did a few minutes ago. She was close, he was too, but Mike made it a point to get Y/n to finish first.
Y/n feels the heat in her belly pool, feeling impossibly warm. She feels her pussy clench for dear life against Mike’s dick, she feels him everywhere; her lips, her cunt, her hips, even places he’s not even touching — but somehow, he is all over her.
“Mike-” Y/n gasps when he thrust harder. “I’m close- I can't- ohmygod.” Her head is spinning, words aren coming out how she wants, and the feeling is so intense she's not sure she can handle it.
“I know. I got you,” Mike reassures sweetly, pressing his forehead to hers, trying to keep his own composure too. "Look at me baby,"
He grabs her hand, unintentionally a bit rough, and intertwines their fingers together against the mattress.
Y/n listens, opening her eyes and focusing on Mike — she feels her climax build fast. Mike is mumbling half-coherent sweet nothings against her lips; words she can’t exactly register because it’s somewhere between Mike saying ‘I dream of this’ and what she thinks is a ‘I dream of you’ — then she comes, hard.
It hits her like a brick, like a rubber band snapped inside her. She lets out a cry, jaw slack and eyes rolling back. Y/n is positive she is floating outside of her body, the feeling so unreal, so good.
Mike follows close, getting a few messy thrusts in, grunting a few ‘fuckfuckfuck’s before his hips still — and he lets out a moan, his head falling to Y/n’s shoulder. He’s whimpering against her skin and it sounds incredibly dirty, so much so that if Y/n hadn’t just came — she’s positive his sounds alone could make her come.
Y/n is breathing heavily as she brings her hands to Mike’s curls, gripping them for a sense of stability, hoping that will bring her back down to earth.
While his head is in the crook of her shoulder, and after a few deep breaths, Mike places wet, messy kisses on the skin there. “You’re so perfect. Ohmygod,” He mumbles against her skin and Y/n smiles. They stay like that for a few moments, Mike still inside her, their limbs still entangled, completely enveloped in one another.
“Mike, you have no idea how good you just made me feel.” Y/n says back, sex still clouding her mind, making her sound a bit delirous.
Mike laughs, “Trust me, the feeling is very mutual.”
They stay like this for another minute or two, catching their breaths and coming down from their highs. Mike slowly lifts himself up off Y/n, "I'm gonna pull-out now," He says softly, sweetly. Y/n looks so blissful; face glowing, her cheeks are flushes red, her hair is sticking to her forehead a bit. Mike keeps one hand at the side of her head, rubbing her cheek. She smiles at him hazily and nods. Mike places a quick kiss on her forehead before slowly pulling out. He hisses a breath out at the loss of the warmth Y/n's pussy was giving him. Y/n sighs at the odd feeling if being empty again, not having Mike to fill her up.
Shifting off the bed, Mike takes the condom off and discards of it, slipping his boxers on and grabbing a few tissues from Y/n’s dresser.
Y/n reaches off the bed and rummaging through the clothes on the floor, finding Mike’s sweater first. She picks it up and throws it over her head, the sleeves are too long and it’s certainly too big for her but it feels perfect.
Mike comes back over to the bed with a couple tissues in his hand, sitting next to Y/n, running his hands up and down her legs as she smiles at him hazily. “I’m gonna clean you up a bit,” He says, nudging her thighs apart a little. “if thats okay?”
“Mike, you were just inside me, you think I’m gonna shy away now?”
Mike snorts at the girl. “You’re such a smart-ass.”
Mike just smirks at her before cleaning her up. Gently using the tissue to clean the sticky slick of her come off her inner thighs.
“Mike?” Y/n says softly, brushing her hand against his, resting on her waist now.
Mike lifts his head up to look at her, “Mhm?” He answers mindlessly, too focused on admiring her.
Y/n takes a beat, pausing before she speaks again. “This thing between us,” She starts, cautiously. “You feel it too, right?” The words come out as a whisper.
Mike wasn’t expecting her to say that, so his reaction comes off as being totally shocked. Y/n notices this, thinking maybe he doesn’t feel it, she curses herself for saying anything at all. “Oh. Forget I mentioned it,” She stammers, awkwardly shifting.
“What?” Mike shakes his head, grabbing her hands. “No,no — I’m sorry I just- I didn’t know you felt the same way.” He squeezes her hands in his reassuringly, “I- I feel it too.”
Y/n’s eyes widen. She looks at him and blinks, “You do?”
Y/n feels a smile creep up on her lips, content with his answer. “I want more, Mike.” She admits, “I don’t want to just be friends.”
“I want more too.” Mike practically blurts out, firm in his answer. “I think we are way past ‘just friends’, anyway.” He adds, smirking.
Y/n laughs, and Mike moves in a bit closer to her, bringing a hand up to the side of her face and caressing her cheek. “So,” She starts, her voice quiet. “What now, then?”
“We can take it slow.” Mike proposes.
Y/n nods “Take it slow.” She repeats, satisifed.
“For starters,” Mike begins, “Will you go out with me?” He asks, his eyes flickering between hers and her lips.
Y/n nods immediately. “Of course I will.”
Mike smiles and kisses her, almost abruptly, Y/n laughing against his lips. “Friday, 8 o’clock? I’ll pick you up.” Mike says.
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