Mike Wheeler x Reader

Part Sixteen

Just so ya know, these two are both 16 in this. They've got early birthdays for their grade (10th). Mike's a bit older than the reader's character tho by like a few months or something

if any of the characters have any sort of sexual/intimate contact, assume that they are 16 +

Also

SPICE WARNINGGGGG

Mike's P.O.V.

My eyes adjusted to the darkness. Her eyes were glistening, but she wasn't crying at the moment. She was leaning against the wall next to her sheets.

Maybe I came down here too late... She's probably been crying for so long...

She didn't make a sound, but she did look up and see me.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

Seeing Mike's face nearly brought me to tears once again. Sure, he'd come down here a little later than I would have wanted, but he was here.

"Mike," I said, simply to let him know that I knew he was there.

He must have been able to tell that I'd cried, because he rushed over to me and enveloped me in a hug.

"What do you need?" He asked. He sounded better than he had all day.

"You." I said, truthfully. I'd been dying for him to be with me, and now he was. He pulled away from me and looked into my eyes, never disconnecting his hands from me. His eyes flickered to my lips for a split second, but returned to my gaze quickly. I knew that he wasn't going to take advantage of my frail state. He was there simply to comfort me, and give to me what boyfriends gave their girlfriends.

I'd been in the dark for a while now, and my eyes had adapted to it. I could just barely make out his freckles. He looked like he was eager to take some sort of action to make me feel better, but I took it for him.

I leaned in, hovering beside his lips. I stopped, waiting for him to do something.

He tried to finish what I had started, but I when he moved forward, I moved back. He let out a small noise of frustration and tried again, but I repeated my actions. I smiled, and apparently he saw it.

"Come on," He protested, "I've been waiting all afternoon for this!"

He leaned in for a third time, but I backed away even further, to the point where I could regain eye contact with him.

He appeared to be genuinely displeased. He wouldn't be in a moment.

I moved back in, but instead of going to his lips, I went to his chin.

"Hmm?" He sounded, curiously.

I dragged my mouth farther along, down his jaw.

We'd never gone past briefly kissing each other's lips. We'd come close to going past that, but never too far.

I felt him stiffen up, facial tissues and muscles all tightening, with the occasional twitch.

Kissing him near his ear seemed to generate the most significant reactions.

He took his hands off of me and leaned back against the wall. I moved in sync with him.

He looked upwards, allowing me to gain easier access to his throat.

Mike's P.O.V.

I hoped that she couldn't hear my heavy breathing.

I practically gasped for air every now and then.