MIKE WHEELER X READER — byers!reader— warnings: dryhumping?
reader is the same age as mike, it’s pretty fast paced sorry; also please bear with me english isn’t my first language
“ come on let me in or i’m gonna wizz on the floor! “ the boy yelled through the door, practically breaking it down.
“ IN A MINUTE. “ i yelled as i tried to quickly wash off the soap in my hair. staying at the wheelers house wasn’t easy, there was what? about nine people living in one house? how much longer do i have to endure this.
i mean yeah it was kind of fun staying in nancy’s room and talking with her, but what wasn’t fun? getting kicked out because jonathan wanted to.. have a important talk with her. which almost always needed the door to be locked.
Mike has been nothing short of a mental breakdown ever since el and his break up. it was messy, but if you asked him about it? he’d say they were just fine and if anything they were still best friends.
I stepped out of the shower and quickly wrapped the towel around my body. i speed walked towards the bathroom door, almost slipping in the process.
My hand flew the door open, mike standing infront of me.
“ wizz away, i hope you slip. “ i retorted, my bare shoulder brushing his as i made my way towards nancy’s room. shutting the door and quickly getting dressed. something about living in a house with my brothers best friend was.. kind of thrilling?
Sure, maybe i’m messed up but i liked being near mike— as much as i make fun of him and bully him. i mean, i don’t mean it.. sometimes.
Once again, i was shunned to the basement. thanks jonathan and nancy.
I sat there, arms crossed— my head thrown back against the old couch in the basement. i heard the basement door open, footsteps coming down the stairs. my ears perked up, maybe it was just will.
I lifted my head and realized it was mike.
“ What are you doing here, “ he said to me. raising a brow, almost in disgust.
“ What? i can’t be in the basement now? “ i replied, looking at him up and down. where else was i supposed to go? hollys room? the living room with mr wheeler? absolutely not.
He sighed, shaking his head. as if he didn’t wanna argue today, weird.. it’s not like i’m saying the highlight of my day was arguing with my brothers friend, that would be weird.. right.
He took a seat next to me, throwing his head back on the couch, running a hand through his face with a sigh. i side eyed him, what am i supposed to do in this situation.
“ What’s.. up. “ i forced myself to speak. it almost felt unnatural to say something to mike that wasn’t an insult or a threat, it was so.. weird? i mean usually we’d be across the table and threatening to jump across and attack him.
He turned his head, almost in surprise that i said something that wasn’t an insult. i squinted my eyes shut for a moment, already regretting this.
“ What’s up.. “ i repeated myself. “ why are you.. weird. “ i shrugged, looking at his stressed out state.
It was silent. as if he wasn’t sure if he should be honest or not, should he actually say what was bothering him or was this just a trap so she can tease him again.
I shrugged, about to get up “ i mean fine if you don’t wanna tell me- “
“ It’s el, “ he finally spoke with a sigh.
I sat back down, almost immediately. i turned my head to look at him. he adjusted his body to look at me, my heart quite literally got stuck in throat as i made eye contact with his stupid puppy eyes.
Those should be illegal actually.
“ I mean- i still think about her, not that i wanna get back together it’s just, so confusing. “ he groaned, putting his head in his hands. “ and there’s times where i think about someone else, and i just feel.. guilty. “ he continued.
I just sat there. silence, what was i supposed to say to that? genuinely. i just hate that i couldn’t focus, not one bit. he just looked.. way too good when he was stressed, as much as i hate to think that.
” I mean, you shouldn’t feel guilty for thinking about someone else.. you guys broke up like a year ago, “ i said to him, not breaking eye contact. “ it’s not you have to be hopelessly devoted to el forever, if it didn’t work out then it just.. didn’t work out. “ i added, leaning back on the couch.
Did i just give advice to mike wheeler? weird. no, very fricking weird.
“ It’s just, “ he adjusted himself closer with a deep breath, his hand unintentionally on my thigh. “ you ever feel like something’s right there infront of you, but you can’t.. grab it? “ he finished.
I wanted to speak, i really did. but i just couldn’t ignore his hand on my thigh. none of us spoke. my eyes darted to his hand, his eyes darted to his hand.
I looked at up and him, he looked up at me.
He didn’t move his hand. i blinked at him, was it bad i didn’t want him to move his hand? i swallowed. he moved his hand back to his side.
“ Oh, yeah i get it.. “ i tried to fill up the silence. it wasn’t awkward silence.. but it was just so quiet i had to say something.. anything!
“ Like, you want something that feels.. off limits? “ as i spoke i noticed him getting closer, and slightly closer. why is he getting so close! please back away, even though i don’t want you to back away.
“ Yeah, something like that. “ he said, looking at me with those stupid eyes. my eyes were on his, then his mouth.. his stupid mouth, what’s wrong with me.
He looked down at my chest, then back up to my eyes. “ Mike. “ i said, barely above a whisper, swallowing hard.
“ Yeah? “ his voice low, his chest heavy. his hand returned to my thigh. i blinked and he leaned into me, i leaned into him.
My lips were on his. it was slow. my hand traveled up to his side of his neck, then to the nape of his neck— my fingers finding their way to his dark curls. both of his hands were on my thighs, rubbing up and down.
I didn’t wanna pull away, i didn’t want to catch my breath. this felt wrong, really wrong, but i didn’t want to do what was right.
He tapped my thigh with his hand, moving me to sit on his lap. i pulled away, catching my breath. my forehead on his, our noses touching.
“ do you wanna stop. “ he asked.
“ shut up. “ was all i said before my lips met his once again. it felt so good, too good to be true. my heart was beating so fast i was sure it was going to jump out of my chest.
I felt his tongue in my mouth, i let him explore it. what was the point of fighting it anymore? he was good, way too good.
He started kissing my jaw, moving down to my neck. my hands were on his hair as he did so. his hands traveled up and down my body, squeezing my hips as he continued his attack on my neck.
His hands went inside my shirt, grabbing my bare hips and pulling me closer to him as he started biting and sucking on my neck. my breathing started to become heavy, throwing my head back as i moaned in pleasure.
My hands moved to his face, tilting my head down to kiss him once again. i felt something poking my inner thigh, i broke away from the kiss for a moment just to look down at the tent in his pants.
“ fuck. “ he breathed, throwing his head back.
My mouth found his once again, my tongue explore his mouth now. his hands remained on my hips, i began to move against the tent in his pants.
His hips jerked up against me for a moment, my hips continued their movement. i moaned against his lips, why did this feel so good? i needed someone to pull me away.
I pulled away from the kiss, my head resting against his shoulder as i moved. mike moaning aganist my ear as i continued, his hands on my hips— helping me to move. “ yeah- keep doing that. “ he said in my ear, squinting his eyes shut. my hand tugging on his hair. his hands dropping from my hips to my backside, squeezing what he could before his hands fell from the amount of pleasure.
My hips bucked, i swallowed hard as i cursed under my breath. squinting my eyes shut, my head in his neck as i moved.
My movements began to get more needy as i desperately tried to reach my peak. my chest heavy, my breath heavy as i was on the brink of falling.
I felt him, just as desperate for release as i was. i mumbled against his shoulder, spewing absolute nonsense from my mouth.
I sighed, whispering curses as my hips began to slow down. my breath still heavy, my head in his neck. not fully stopping, until i rode out my release.
“ shit. “ was all i said.
What the hell did i just get myself into? why couldn’t i just pull away? but.. i didn’t regret it. not at all, it’s just.. shit. i was still ontop of him, i could practically hear how fast his heart was beating.
I didn’t know what else to say.. i mean, what do you say after making out with your brothers best friend in his basement?
I got off his lap with one final kiss. i sat there, in thought. it was quiet, should it be quiet? should i say something? “ hey- “ mike began but got immediately cut off by holly screaming from upstairs.
sorry this was short, i haven’t written in a while, hope you enjoyed it you have any requests lmk
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