Let Down pt. 4 ✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩
college!mike wheeler au x fem reader
pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3
word count: 3.8k
warnings: nsfw// mdni// angst if you squint// alcohol
a/n: I changed the POV to 2nd person bc It was getting kind of weird to write
You'd always loved the snow. You loved the gentleness of it when it fell and the quiet it brought in the early morning after it had coated the earth. You’d heard snow was said to purify the earth. It was a new beginning. It wiped away the dead of autumn and started the world anew. As you lay in Mike’s arms, you relished in your love for snow just a little more. His eyes were closed, charcoal lashes pressed gently against his beautifully freckled face. You admired him, switching between tracing your gaze along the curve of his jaw to counting the freckles littered across his face.
He felt you stir, pulling you closer against his chest as he softly woke. His lips pulled into a grin as he found you already awake.
He pressed a kiss against her temple, “how’d you sleep?” He asked, voice thick.
“Like a baby” you replied, your face copying his grin.
You eventually pulled yourselves off the coach to make breakfast. Mike dutifully took charge, as you watched him from the kitchen counter. Your legs swayed back and forth as you waited for your scrambled eggs.
“...So—does this mean you like me now?” you asked with a tilt of your head.
Mike turned, wooden spatula still in his hand. “Ya, I mean I don’t usually sleep with people I don’t like, why?”
“Just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page,” you said, shrugging.
“I would definitely say we’re on the same page,” he said, scraping the pan of eggs onto two plates. Walking over to you to hand you a plate and a fork. “Now eat your breakfast.”
You let out a soft laugh, indulging in the fluffy yellow delicacy he’d made you.
For the rest of the day you switched between puzzles, and reviewing your notes, to tangling up in one another. Until finally the snow melted enough that Mike could get to his car. He drove you home, the same mix tape he’d played you the previous time you’d been in his car, background to your conversation.
“Call me if you have any last minute questions before tomorrow, you’re going to do great though, I already know.” He said as you unbuckled your seatbelt.
“I will, promise.” you said looking back at him. He leaned over, one arm still slung over the steering wheel, to pull you in for a soft kiss before saying goodbye.
You didn’t stop smiling even after you’d gone inside and shut the door. The events of the past two days felt like you were existing in a dream. Now that you were home you almost felt like you were making it up in your mind, Mike had feelings for you.
It made you feel less crazy, to know the pining was mutual. He had always been attractive to you, you just never thought you would give into what you felt, let alone have him reciprocate the feelings.
You decided to take a cold shower to wash away the daze you were in. You wanted to finally get out of the clothes you’d been wearing since yesterday and get into your warm bed. The shower wasn’t icy, but the cool water you stepped into as you waited for it to warm up jolted you awake. It made your mind start analyzing the events of the last 24 hours. You started to wonder what this meant, were you and Mike “talking”? You definitely weren’t dating, but did he see this as a one night type of thing or were there actually feelings involved. He’d said he liked you. But you couldn’t stop thinking about the idea that he’d just been attracted to you at the moment and that maybe this wouldn’t go anywhere.
You huffed, scrubbing at your hair as you continued to spiral, your emotions contradicting one another. On one hand you were unbelievably giddy about the fact that Mike seemed to like you but on the other you couldn’t stop thinking about the what ifs.
Finally you decided you would just wait and see what Mike did about it. You'd spent the night with him. You’d asked him if he liked you. Now you were just going to let him figure it out.
You stepped out of the shower, drying your hair and slipping on a robe. When you were finally in bed, you buried yourself into your covers, relishing in the feeling of your own bed. Although you couldn’t help but miss the feeling of Mike cradled behind you.
That Friday, you finished her exam completely, finally confident that you wouldn’t fail this time. You couldn’t help but smile at the fact that you had not only gotten incredibly lucky with Mike as your tutor, but that the two of them had exchanged more than just notes.
When you got home the first person you called was Mike. He answered after the first ring. “How’d it go?”
“I honestly think really well, I actually filled in every answer and like actually understood the questions.” you said, smiling through the phone.
“I told you you’d do great, aren’t you glad you had me as a teacher,” He said with a soft laugh.
“Very very glad, so glad in fact I think we deserve to celebrate. Chris is having a house party tonight, I’d love it if you came with me.” You said, anxiously running your teeth along your bottom lip in anticipation. He paused on the other side of the phone for a moment before answering. “Yeah—yeah of course, I'd love to, just let me know what time and I'll pick you up.”
You let out a small noise of excitement, “yay! Ok ten is perfect, I’ll see you later.”
You couldn’t stop the excited butterflies that were fluttering around in your stomach. You were on two separate highs, the one from your exam, and the other being that you would see Mike again and maybe get a better idea of what was going on between the two of you. He seemed happy on the phone, you felt like it was a good sign.
You’d finished teasing out your hair, wanting it to be voluminous and a little messy, when you heard the doorbell ring. Looking over at your clock you realized it was already a quarter past ten. “Shit, shit, shit” You hurried to spray some perfume on your wrists before wrestling on your shoes. Running down the stairs, to greet an anxious Mike at the door.
“I’m so sorry I'm late, the roads are still a little icy,” He said, a sheepish grin on his face, hands in his pockets. “No worries at all, it worked out perfectly, I just finished getting ready, let's go” you said, taking hold of his arm.
Music was seeping from the house as you pulled across the street. A few stray people in the yard, but the bulk of the masses inside. You wanted to introduce Mike to your friends, maybe get him to let loose a little, the thought made your butterflies flutter again. “Ok Wheeler, now it’s my turn to teach you a little something called fun.” You quipped. He tilted his head at your comment, “Oh really?”
“Yes really, c’mon,” You said, pulling at the car door. You entered the house with Mike in tow, scanning for any familiar faces. Your eyes landed on your friends, Jessica and Sam, along with a few other girls you recognized. You took Mike’s hand weaving through the masses of bodies.
When Jessica noticed you she let out a squeal, immediately embracing you. “Y/n! We need to get you a drink!” Before she turned to the table littered with liquor, her eyes landed on Mike. “And who might this be…” Before you could answer, Mike held out his hand to shake hers, “I’m Mike Wheeler, I’ve been tutoring y/n.”
Immediately a pit of dread opened in your stomach. Did he just introduce himself as your tutor? You couldn’t have even gotten the status of friend?
You laughed awkwardly, “Yeah Mike’s been a real lifesaver in computer science”
Jessica didn’t seem to pick up on the awkwardness at all. Smiling widely at him, “Oo smart and cute, what a package,” You could definitely tell she’d had a few drinks before you’d arrived.
She turned to pour you a vodka soda. Handing you the red cup, and turning to Mike, “And what can I get you?” “I’ll just have whatever she’s having,” He said, glancing at the plethora of options behind her.
You began nursing your drink, your excitement for the night dulled a little. Nonetheless, you were going to have fun, whether or not Mike was “just your tutor” or not.
After a few drinks, your feet began to hurt from dancing. You shouted over the music to Mike and your friends, “Pong?” They all eagerly agreed. You split up into teams, you and Mike against Sam and Jessica.
You and Mike stood shoulders touching as you filled up the cups on your side. “Have you ever played?” You asked looking up at him. He turned his attention towards you, “Yeah a few times with Lucas and the guys.”
“Perfect, we play loser gets the keg, so make sure we don't lose.” You smile sweetly up at him, your words held a little bite.
The two of you won the coin toss so you got to start. You bit the inside of your cheek as you positioned yourself to throw the small white ball, concentrating solely on the pyramid of cups across from you. You heard the splash of it successfully making it into the cup, cheering as Mike high fived you. Sam was the first to drink the contents of the red cup your ball had victoriously made its way into. You continued on scoring another point before your next attempt bounced off the rim of your target. You huffed in defeat.
Sam had only managed to get the ball in once, you happily downed the contents of the drink, waiting for Mike to go. He managed to get four cups out, which earned him a very excited squeal of approval.
This went on until eventually the two of you managed to be victorious. You excitedly jumped at Mike, the adrenaline of your win overpowering the disappointment you had felt for him. You were pulled out of your celebration by Chris’ voice, “Y/n— long time no see, who’s the freak?”
You scoffed at his comment, word forming, but before you could start Mike beat you to it.
“Look man, I just helped her study for a test, no need for all the hostility.” His words stabbed at you, “Really Mike?” You stared at him bitterly, before marching away the alcohol heightening the hurt you felt. You could hear both boys following you, but you continued your efforts to get away from them. You felt like you were going to cry, and you really didn’t want everyone to know that you would let something so stupid cut you so deep.
You felt a warm hand grab your wrist, causing you to turn around, expecting to see Mike, but instead you were met with a blond head of hair and Chris’ voice. “Why are you always running away, I just want to talk”
“I just need some air Chris, I'm sorry it's nothing personal, promise” You said trying to pull away from his grip. He wasn’t relenting on his hold, “no, see I’m starting to take it a little personally. I invite you to my parties, you come, and then you never speak to me. It’s rude y/n.” He was closer now, you could smell the sourness of the beer on his breath.
“Look I'm really sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude, I appreciate your hospitality—I just really don’t feel good.” You finally pried yourself from his grip, immediately booking it to the bathroom, hot tears now threatening to spill any minute.
Mike had chased after you, not sure why his words had upset you so much. He didn’t think you would’ve wanted him to introduce himself as anything other than your tutor. The two of you were so fresh, he just assumed keeping it private would save you embarrassment. Most girls wouldn't want to be seen with him, let alone be something more than just friends.
He’d tried to push past the masses of people but before he could reach you he watched from the corner of the room as Chris beat him to it. The moment his hand curled around your wrist Mike felt his blood spike in temperature. He watched as you tried to pull away from him, and he felt himself almost combust. He hated the way the blond was holding you, like you were his. He hated that he had even touched you to begin with. When Mike noticed your glossy eyes and pained expression, his anger boiled over. He continued after you as you bolted upstairs.
His long legs managed to catch up to yours just before you slammed the door to the bathroom. He banged on it a few times. “Y/n its me, please open up” He pleaded, he wanted to make sure you were ok. The image of your pained expression flashing through his mind. He heard a soft sniffle on the other side of the door, before you timidly cracked it open. “Please, I just need to know if you're ok.” He said this time softer. You finally pulled him inside before locking the door behind him.
Your eyes were brimmed red, your mascara starting to smudge. Your face was flushed and you looked like you still wanted to cry. “Wh—what happened, did I say something, did Chris say something?” He asked, his hands reaching for you. You pulled away from his touch, wrapping your arms around yourself.
“Are you embarrassed for people to think that we’re anything?” You asked, the inquiry paining your expression.
“No,” He let out, his voice a little shrill, his eyebrows knitting together, “I mean—no I just thought that you would maybe be embarrassed if I said anything. Look seriously, y/n I’m not exactly the type of guy you would go out with.”
Your face twisted in disdain, “You’re such a fucking let down Mike. I mean really, after all the time we’ve spent together you really think I care about what people think? I wanted my friends to know, I wanted Chris to know. I wanted to know if there really was something more between us.” You pulled yourself further away from him, tears threatening to spill again. He moved closer to you, his hand anxiously running through his hair. “I really didn’t do it to hurt you y/n, I swear.” His hand now rested on either side of the sink, as you moved further back until your back was pressed against the cold surface. “Do you think I liked watching Chris talk to you like that, I couldn’t hardly stand to watch him touch you. I want people to know that you're mine. I want you to be mine, please y/n I’m sorry, truly.” His hand moved to hold the small of your neck, eyes pleading with you to forgive him.
His cold hands felt blissful against the heat of your flushed skin, your body forgiving him before your mind could, as you leaned into his touch. Your voice came out small and strained from your tears, “I just wanted people to know that you meant more to me, I just thought you did too”
He moved closer, both hands now cupping the side of your face, his tall frame leaning down to face you, “I do—I really do.” His touch now intoxicating; the look of worry on his face causing heat to spread between your legs. You looked up at him through wet lashes, before he started again, this time frustration laced in his voice. “God y/n, I just I really do, I want every guy down there to know your mine, I don’t want anyone to lay their hands on you ever again. I can’t stomach the thought of it.” His head now hung, face dangerously close to yours. The air was thick, the two of you both itching to feel the other.
“I’m yours Mike, I just wanted you to tell me that you wanted that to.”
Yours.
The word was the final straw for Mike, the hunger he’d been pushing down now insatiable. His lips captured the word, wanting to savor it on his tongue. Yours. Mine. His.
His hands roughly moved down to the soft flesh of your thighs grabbing hold of you like you were his last resort for survival. He hoisted you up onto the cold tile of the sink, your legs now cradled around his abdomen. You let out a gasp at the cold against the bareness of your legs, your skirt now pooled, leaving you more exposed to Mike’s hands as they moved further up.
His tongue swiped against your bottom lip, pushing its way into your mouth as he possessively drew you towards him. When your warm hands finally found their way to the nape of his neck, nails running through his short dark hair, you felt him let out a low groan. He pressed harder against you, kisses now become sharper, teeth dragging and biting at your lips.
His hands wrap around the bulk of your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter in one swift, rough movement. You use the movement as an opportunity to break away from him, before kissing along his neck, biting and sucking at the soft flesh, before swirling your tongue over the red marks. You tilted his head to the side with a nudge of your nose, moving to bite at his ear. He let out a strained moan, fingers holding firmer onto your thighs. Your teeth now pulling at his earlobe, sucking against the soft flesh. Your name comes out as a growl as he pulls you from him. He slides his fingers into the band of your underwear, pulling them down and off of you. When he’s satisfied with the amount of clothing you’re left in he kneels between your parted legs. His mouth quickly finds your heat. His tongue sucking long flat stripes against you. Your body tenses at the feeling, your hand gripping the edge of the sink to ground you. You can’t help but shudder his name as he grows more relentless in his actions. His tongue turning over the sensitive bundle of nerves, his fingers now spreading open your cunt, roughly plunging in and out.
You watch as he makes a mess of you, your back beginning to arch, trying to push yourself further into him. Mike notices, and brings his other arm up against your stomach, trying to keep you from moving. Your thighs begin to squeeze against him, the sensation building in your core rapidly. He can tell you’re close, with the way your legs start to shake slightly.
He starts to curl his fingers deeper, lapping at the slick spilling from your sensitive center. The taste of you causing his pants to strain. Your sweet breathy moans spur him on, he wants to watch you come undone, wants you to think only of him. A series of quiet swears and whimpers of his name fall from your lips. Your eyebrows furrow together as your eyes screw shut, a silent moan ceasing to make its way out as you clench around him. His movements slow as your body relaxes. His hands never left your body as he rose to your level once again. His eyes dark, hands holding your hips, the imprint of his cock painfully hard against the inside of your thigh.
His lips found yours again, the taste of yourself salty on his tongue as it greedily found its way back into your mouth. Your trembling hands found their way to his length as you felt him through the strained fabric. You tried pulling at the waistband of his pants, indicating you wanted them off. He happily obliged, moving to unbutton his jeans as you watched through heavy lids. When he finally freed himself, you couldn’t help but let out a whine at the sight of him.
He looked at you, your back pressed against the mirror, legs trembling softly, face flushed. “Mine” it came out roughly, the sound euphoric to your ears. You wanted him to possess you, the feeling causing your legs to press together in need. Mike saw this, his knee coming in between your thighs, prying them back open. He slid his erection between your slick thighs, grazing against your overworked nub. You moved your hips closer towards him anticipating boiling over. He finally pushed inside you, the length of him stretching you as he started his painfully slow pace. His gaze was locked between your two bodies, watching as he moved in and out of you. Your walls squeezed around him as he pushed himself deeper, the tip of his length grazing your most sensitive spot. He began to speed up, the feeling of you pushing him over the edge. You felt the base of him slam into you, his hand hoisting your leg so that he could push deeper. His gaze now on you, he watched as you lazily stared at him, your eyes fighting to stay open, the feeling of him was overwhelming.
“Such a pretty girl, you’re doing so good for me, look at you taking me so well,” His unoccupied hand gripped your jaw turning your gaze towards the mirror so you could see yourself.
“M-mmhm, yours ‘m just yours,” you babbled out, the pleasure clouding your mind.
He continued his relentless pace, his mouth now peppering hot kisses along your jaw. He chased the knot he felt forming in his stomach, prodding deeper and deeper with each snap of his hips. He could hear you whining his name, the sound enough to push him over the edge. With one last rut, Mike quickly pulled himself from you, hot release roping itself across your bare stomach.
He stayed pressed against you, his forehead leaning against yours for a minute, you both catching your breath. Finally he moved to find something to clean you up with, helping you off the counter. When he finally got a good look at the mess he had made, he noticed the purple marks that now littered your neck, as well as the matching ones that adorned his own neck. The sight caused a laugh to fall past his lips.
Your head tilted at the sound “What's so funny?”
“I think people will definitely know who belongs to who now,” he said, gesturing to the bruises you both shared.
Your face held a satisfied grin, eyes lighting up at the idea, “perfect.”
a/n: thank you sm for reading, I honestly think this may be the last part...but thank you all from all the love. I promise I will get to requests soon <33
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