Let Down pt. 3 â©Ë àŁȘâ§âËà»ê±ââ©
college!mike wheeler au x fem reader
word count: 2.9k
pt. 1 pt. 2
Summary: y/n ends up snowed in at her tutor Mike Wheeler's house
warnings: nsfw // mdni // hardly edited
The following morning y/n woke up much later than she planned. She sat up in bed holding her face in her hands, recollecting the events of Mike Wheeler, her noble savior. She could feel the heat of her embarrassment radiating from her face into her hands. She usually didn't feel this way after a night out, but she also usually didn't need anyone to save her from a party; the memory of him holding her was enough to make her feel like she'd been set on fire.
She needed his help with this class, she couldn't just stop going because she said a few cheesy lines while he carried her into bed, and now she felt like her embarrassment might eat her alive.
Y/n decided she would continue on with tutoring as if nothing happened, because really, nothing had happened if she just believed it.
The following Tuesday the pair both acted as nothing had happened. Their lesson remained productive, with things carrying on as usual.
Mike had been watching the weather forecast, like he always did, and noticed that there was a chance for a snow storm later in the evening. Worrying was in his nature, so he called y/n earlier in the afternoon, he told her there was the possibility for a snow storm coming later, and that the weather channel had warned to limit travel.
"I would feel bad making us both walk home in that from the library, if you want we could study at mine and i'll drive you home after. I'm used to driving in the snow, and that way we can still meet again this week before the exam. It's totally up to youâno pressure or anything"
Y/n really would rather end up stuck in a house with heat and food if it really did storm later, rather than the dingy library with nothing but her homework to eat.
"You know what, sure. I saw its a pretty slim chance that it actually storms anyways, but we should maybe just play it safe. I just really need your help with the parallel computing work from this week's lectures."
"Ok sounds good, my address is 71901 Maple View Way, I'll see you later at four,"
click.
y/n tucked her scarf into her coat before finishing buttoning it up. She was bundled in every accessory she could find.
The temperature had dropped significantly since she went to class earlier and she had to walk about a block or two to get to Mike's house; she wanted to prevent as many frozen appendages as possible.
She trekked her way across the neighborhood. The walk was fairly short but by the time she reached his front door her nose was frozen solid. She rang his doorbell with a buzz, waiting anxiously for his silhouette to appear.
Mike opened the door, dressed in loose grey sweatpants hugging the bottom of his hips and a crewneck adorning their universities insignia. The cold in the air made his inky black hair impossibly darker; y/n took in the sight of him in the door way and felt her breath pause for a moment.
"well don't just stand there, it's freezing," he waved her in, shutting the front door behind her. She stepped into his front mud room, taking off her shoes and unraveling herself from her scarf before unbuttoning her coat.
Mike lived alone in a smaller one story town house, the front hallway led to his living room, which was full of CD displays and comics. It was cozy, a large brown leather coach in front of an old fire place and a bulky CRT tv system in the corner. There was a soft mix tape playing in the background, y/n faintly recognizing the song from the one he had played in his car on the ride home when he rescued her.
His coffee table was littered in what looked like homework, y/n couldn't quite decipher the handwriting on it, as well as a few miscellaneous textbooks.
Mike cleared a space for them to work and sat down on the large leather couch. The fireplace was lit and y/n internally thanked herself for agreeing to come here instead of the library.
She set her bag down and joined him on the couch, taking out the notes she'd been working on.
"Ok, parallel computing. What do you know and not know?" Mike asked leaning back onto the arm of the couch.
"it's basically just the idea that we break down a larger problem into separate series of instructions that are executed one after another right?"
"exactly, so what is it that you're confused about?"
"I just don't really understand how you split tasks, or anything really related to speedup metrics."
Mike patiently taught her everything there was to know about the topic. They had inched closer while working with one another, his hand every so often grazing her knee or his foot bumping into her leg. Y/n tried to pay little attention to it, focusing on being a good student.
The time seemed to slip past the two of them, until the only light sources left were the glow of the fireplace and the light from Mike's oversized lamp.
Mike finally glanced at his watch, "holy shit y/n it's already eight, I didn't mean to keep you here for so long"
"no no, no worries this makes so much more sense now I feel like I could actually do well on this test." She glanced up from her work to look out the arched window behind Mike. The first of her even noticing it was there; so consumed in the work they'd been doing to pay attention to much else.
"Mike the snow is up to your windows, I think"
They both got up to get a better look at the storm that continued outside, a bank of snow already piled up to the bay of Mike's windows.
Mike went to the front door to see if the banks of snow had made its way to the entrance. The door hardly budged, the snow packed tightly in front of it blocking him from exiting.
y/n came up behind him, glancing at his expression expectantly.
"so... we may or may not be stuck here." he said turning to face the girl.
"dammit I really thought the weather man would be lying again," she groaned walking back to the warmth of his living room.
y/n threw herself back down on the couch, leaning off the back to look at Mike who was now observing the snow from the kitchen.
"so now what, do we just keep studying or are you off the clock?"
he turned towards her, taking in the image of her sprawled across his couch liked she'd been there many times before.
"Yeahâuh we can finish what we were working on," he said walking back over and picking up his stray notes.
They continued on with their pursuit. Y/n picking up what Mike was teaching her more and more. They worked surprisingly really well together, something y/n had never even considered possible. The idea that maybe they could be something like friends or colleagues began to creep into her mind. The more y/n thought about it the more she realized she'd been a little overzealous in judging the boy. Yes, Mike could be a little cocky and a bit of a know-it-all, but he had reason to. Y/n really had come to appreciate just how intelligent he was in the time they had spent together.
While y/n came to her revelation of true profound appreciate for the boy, Mike could not stop thinking about how well behaved his student was being. She hadn't fought him on a single topic since they'd started tutoring, and she very patiently listened to the advice he had to offer. It sent heat down his spine every time he would test her on a problem and she would gaze up at him, this expectant look in her eye after she answered him. Like she was hanging on the moment waiting for his approval that she was in fact improving.
The sheer gall of her motivation to improve was extremely attractive to him. He couldn't help but admire how much will power she had to be the best.
On top of this, the disheveled look of her as she'd been studying for several hours at this point did strange things to his brain chemistry. It made him want to make her even more of a mess. He wanted to see the same eagerness she gave him in trying to master this class in the eagerness to please him.
He could hardly focus, the tiredness he was feeling coupled with his desire for the girl sat in front of him was beginning to become overwhelming.
Y/n was feeling similar effects to the lateness of the evening. It was reaching the hour were the haze of sleep began creeping in, she becoming less and less focused.
When her head softly tilted to rest on the side of the couch as she listened to Mike, her eyes began to droop with the weight of her day drawing them to a close.
A stray piece of hair fell in front of her face, Mike glancing up at the movement and instinctively leaning towards her to brush it away.
The motion stirred her awake, her eyes now meeting his. Mike realizing how close their faces were from touching but not moving back from where he had leaned towards her. His desire to be near her overriding his consciousness to remain professional.
He wasn't sure if it was daze of the exhaustion or if it was the way y/n was softly gazing at him. A way he hadn't seen her look at him since that night at the party. He couldn't think clearly, his eyes kept flicking to her lips, which were slightly swollen from how much she'd been running her teeth over them in concentration.
It was like he was in a trance. Two words snapped him out of it.
"kiss me." it came out so softly he would've missed it if he hadn't been trained in on her like he was right now.
It was like those two words snapped something inside of him. Every pent up feeling he'd had, wether good or bad, released like a flood gate.
Before she couldn't even think of what she just said his mouth closed the distance between the two of them. His lips enveloping hers, kissing the two words she'd just let out. Mike pulled back, his face flushed, lips parted waiting to see if this was what she wanted, uncertainty etched into his face.
Y/n couldn't take it anymore, the tension she'd let fester inside of her was reaching a breaking point. Her forehead leaned back towards his, touching, her nose brushing his, lips grazing against one another.
Her lips crashed into his roughly, hungry for the feeling of them again. Allowing her tongue to intertwine with his, hungrily exploring his mouth. His large hands find their way to the nape of her neck, entangling his fingers into her hair. Pulling her closer, earning a breathy moan from the girl. At the sound of this, Mike guided her onto his lap, hands snaking up to her waist. She eagerly obliged letting her legs fall on either side of him. Cradling his hips between her.
His mouth began peppering rough kisses along her neck, the smell of her engulfing his brain. Her legs tighten around his waist, hips stuttering on their own. Now feeling the heat and weight of him.
They both egged one another on into a frenzy like fever. Mike began biting and sucking, nipping at her ear, each time causing a euphoric little sound to be emitted from her. They seem to fuel his confidence on.
His hand worked its way down to her stomach where it lingered for a moment, gazing up at the girl in front of him. His amber eyes dark and heavy "is this ok?"
"mm-mhm" she breathed out.
His fingers danced around the dip of her navel until they made their way to the button of her jeans. He easily unfastened them, while running his teeth over her bottom lip. Helping her wriggle her way out of them until she was in nothing but her delicate laced underwear above him. He reached behind her unhooking her bra, letting his warm hands cup and mold her breasts which fit so perfectly, like his hands were made to worship her.
He drank the sight in, her hair mused, chest rising and falling heavily, thighs clenched around his.
He'd dreamed about this, although he'd never admit it, far too often. She was like a vision of heaven before him, and now he had no idea how he could have ever grimaced at the idea of her.
She whines, frustration building as he stops his movements.
A cocky smile now adorning his face. He begins moving his hands back to the heat of her center, relishing in the softness of her skin. His fingers slip into her underwear working the delicate fabric off of her body. He relished in the sight of her bare, her body begging for him to do something, anything.
He dragged his slender fingers down her hips on to her thighs, creeping their way towards her heat. She was beginning to grow desperate, her hips pushing towards him begging.
His fingers soon found the bundle of nerves that caused her unravel. Her chin resting on the edge of his shoulder, panting at the feeling of him working her to her release. His fingers curling deep inside, her breath hot against his neck.
The smell of him overwhelming her, her mouth soon found its way to his neck, teeth grazing his neck, leaving small red marks. The volume of her moans escalating, her body pushed as close as possible to his, his fingers buried in her.
"mikeâplease"
he could feel the way her body was practically on fire, the uncontrolled stutter of her hips against his hand as he curled his fingers further inside of her. The strain of her movements evident in the tightness of of her around his hand.
"i'm right here, c'mon y/n i know you're close" he let her mouth take his again, sucking and biting on her lip.
She suddenly pulled against his shirt with a gasp, her legs fighting to clamp together. The look of eagerness on her face, eagerness to make him applaud her, tell her that she's doing so good.
"thats it. there you go" he groans, the feeling of her body responding to his commands. Her eyes drowning in his, her lips parted, panting.
The need to feel her around him was becoming overbearing, the sudden urge causing him to lean her back, his body caging hers. Her smaller hands grab at his shirt indicating she wanted it off, to which he greedily obliged. Soon he was in nothing but his loose plaid boxers. His dark bangs hanging in front of his face.
y/n's hands traveled along his middle, tracing the freckles and marks that adorn his beautiful toned skin like constellations. She felt like she was in a fever induced haze, the heat feeding into her greed at she ran her fingers along the hem of his waistband, earning her a shudder from the boy.
Her hands made quick work freeing him of his last bit of clothing, his eyes now blown and hungry. His head slumped forward burying itself into her collarbone, his teeth digging into her shoulder. He was beginning to struggle to hold back, knuckles white as he supported himself on the arm of the couch. His neglected cock twitching as she traces her way down towards him.
"I want youâ please, all of you" she breathes against him.
"just, just tell me to stop if you need to stop okay d'nt wanna hurt you"
Finally he let himself rut towards her center, his body hot with sweat as his eyes flicked down to the sight of her, pinned beneath him, her body reacting expectantly to his every movement. She released little broken moans that only spurred him on. Tension snapping, just to continue its ascent once again. Her legs circled his hips until her ankles were locked behind his back. They forced him closer, the feeling of her wrapped around him was intoxicating.
He continued to rut forward, his steady pace becoming more erratic. Mike could feel the muscles in her thighs quivering as she held onto him.
"it's ok pretty girl, 'm right here" he murmurs, his hand moving to cusp her cheek, turning her head to look at him. Once her gaze was on his again, his hand moved between the two of them.
Swiping at her swollen clit he felt her finally unravel, fluttering against his length as she let out a shuddering moan.
He barely managed to pull himself from her before spilling out onto her stomach. His forehead meeting hers again as his lips met hers with a gentle kiss. His eyes heavy, and a soft lopsided grin pulled to the side of his mouth.
Mike quickly cleaned the two of them up, giving y/n a shirt and clean boxers to wear. They both settle under a soft plaid blanket by the fire, y/n curled into his body.
"thank God for snow" she murmured gently as she presses another soft kiss to his lips.
Mike hums in agreement, wrapping his arm around her middle, his head resting in the crook of her neck. Both letting the haze of sleep finally take over.
a/n: so I know nothing about snow tbh I live in the south so i'm not really sure if any of this is feasible... but tysm for reading ily <33
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