I Trust You - Mike Wheeler
Pairing - Virgin! Mike x Virgin! Harrington Reader
Contents - You and Mike are each others first times
Warnings - protected p n v, mutual virginity loss, fingering, use of y/n a couple times, lowkey awkward but really sweet, Mike wheeler is whipped
Being Steve Harrington’s sister always meant calling your boyfriend to tell him he won’t be there. You love Steve, but he can be severely over protective. So anytime he’s not home—ring!
“Hey Mike, it’s y/n.” You speak into the phone with a smile on your face. You’re twirling the phone cord around your finger. You’ve been in a relationship with Mike for over a year, and he still gets you all giggly.
“Hey, what’s up?” His voice comes through the speaker. You can’t see him, but you know he’s smiling too.
“Steve’s not here. You wanna come over?” You ask, hopeful.
“On my way.” Mike says before hanging up the phone. You have him wrapped around your finger.
A few minutes later, you hear the knock on the front door. To Mike’s delight, since you’re home alone, he doesn’t have to use your window.
You open the door and bring him upstairs to your room, pulling him by his hand.
You two have made out before, hundreds of times to be honest, but this time it feels different. Not bad different. Just heavier. It’s more passion filled. I mean, Mike is grasping onto the hem of your shirt like he’s trying to keep himself from ripping it off.
You catch this and pull away. Mike searches your face, wondering why you stopped.
“You can take it off if you want.” You tell him softly.
Mike’s eyes go wide. “What?“ He asks, wondering if he heard you correctly. You see, Mike is a nerd. He’s a handsome nerd for sure. And you are a popular girl. Most people don’t get your relationship. A nerd and a cheerleader is a crazy match. Mike still sees himself as a loser, so you telling him he can take your shirt off, is something that he never thought he’d hear.
“Oh.” He take a second like he’s still processing what you said, before a huge grin forms on his face, and he starts pulling up on the fabric. He pulls it over your head to reveal your pink lace bra. Mike stares at your chest before realizing he is, then reattaches your lips.
“Are we sure we want to do this?” He asks, breathlessly against your lips.
“I am.” You nod. “Are you?”
“God, you have no idea.” He chuckles, his forehead leaning against yours.
You chuckle back. “I want you to be my first.” You confess, intertwining your fingers with his.
With this, Mike kisses you slowly, guiding you to lay down on your back. He moves his lips along your jaw, down to your neck, careful not to leave any marks or Steve would kill him. Then, to your collar bones, and the top of your breasts—his thumbs rubbing loving circles on your hips the whole time. Along the way, Mike’s sweater finds its place on the floor by yours.
His fingers brush over the button of your jeans. His eyes find yours, pupils blown wide. “Can I?” He asks. His eyes are practically begging you like a puppy.
You nod eagerly, unable to deal with the throbbing of your core from not being touched.
He undoes the button, pulling the jeans over your hips, down your legs, and off your body. He stops at the hem of your panties, asking the question again.
“Please, Mike. I need it.” You say.
Mike’s face flushes at the neediness in your tone. He slowly pulls down the piece of fabric, making sure to take his time.
Now you are completely exposed to him. You instinctively shut your legs in embarrassment, but Mike is quick to reassure you.
“Holy shit, baby you’re so pretty.” He gently spreads your legs apart. His face lowers closer to your heat. “Can I?”
“Mike, I trust you.” You say.
Mike looks up at you from in between your legs, peeking through his lashes. He smiles and kisses the inside of your thighs.
Right before you think you’re gonna feel his mouth on your most sensitive spot, he trails kisses all the way back up to your lips.
“Patience.” He tells you.
But finally, the wait is over as you feel Mike’s fingertips graze your clit. He moves them in small circles, carefully watching your face to see how you react. Carefully, he finds your entrance and slowly slides a finger in, adding a second one shortly after.
The feeling is euphoric. Yeah, you’ve touched yourself before, but this is way different. Mike’s fingers are way longer than yours. He’s able to hit the perfect spots that make you see stars.
You get close pretty fast. Mike can tell because he speeds up his movements. You pull him down in a passionate kiss as you fall apart.
You reach for his belt, tugging on it, desperately trying to get it off.
“Here, I got it, I got it.” Mike stands up, pushing his pants down. He reaches in the back pocket, pulling out a little foil packet, then taking off his boxers.
You feel yourself getting a little nervous, but you’ve never been so desperate for anything in your whole life. You need him.
Mike crawls back on top of you, kissing you deeply. “You ready?” He asks softly.
“Yes.” You breathe out in between kisses.
“Tell me if you want to stop.” He instructs, sweetly.
You kiss him hard, as you feel him slowly enter. He pushes in slowly, then pausing, searching your face for any sign of discomfort. When he finds none, he inches in more.
The stretch is only painful for a moment, before fading into pure pleasure.
Eventually, he bottoms out, taking a second before starting to move.
Your voices mingle in sounds of pleasure. Mike can’t help but let out low grunts from how perfect you feel around him.
Your fingers grasp at the skin of his back, trying to ground yourself.
He peppers kisses all over your face, neck, and chest. “Fuck, you’re doing so good. So good.”
“Mike!” You moan out as he hits the perfect spot inside you.
He makes sure to constantly hit that spot, making you arch into him.
Both of your highs approach quickly. Building and building.
When your climax hits, everything around you stops. All you can feel is Mike. All you can think about is Mike. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.
Mike follows shortly after. He groans, his head dipping into your neck, fucking you both through your orgasms. 
He collapses on top of you when your highs fade away. He wraps his arms around you, still connected.
