mike visits you at work when steve & robin ditch and you guys get.. frisky
going back to writing more mean mike after this!!! i was just in a fluff mood today đ
masterlist & reblogs appreciated!
you slumped against the counter of family video, the phone pressed to your ear while you absentmindedly sorted through a pile of tapes. the store had been a madhouse all morning.
currently at the hawkins movie rental store, the line was out the door, and a group of fourth grade kids were fighting over the last copy of the goonies.
âmikeee ugh,â you groaned into the receiver, âiâm gonna kill them. steve and robin ditched me completely today. they said they had to go to some concert, and left me and keith to handle everything alone. itâs been nonstop chaos in the store.â
mikeâs voice came through soft, that calm way he always had when you were worked up. âyeah? that blows. what kinda show?â
âi donât even know, they were being all cryptic about it. probably something steve thought would impress whatever girl heâs chasing this week.â
he chuckled lightly. âoh, wait, billy idolâs on tour right now, isnât he? heâs playing at some spot near hawkins tonight. i think. i heard dustin talking about it yesterday.â
your eyes widened, pausing mid-rewind on a tape. âwhat?? billy idol? they didnât tell me that! how did i not know? god, of course theyâd bail for that.â
mike laughed again, warmer this time. âsounds like them. are you okay though? sounds like a rough shift.â
âyeahâŚâ you sighed, glancing around as keith helped a customer in the horror section. ârough doesnât even begin to describe itâŚâ
mike goes silent for a short while, âwhen are you taking your lunch break?â
âuhh, probably at around one, why?â
âno reason,â he blurted, and you could practically hear the grin. âjust curious. tell me more about the day if you want.â
you rambled a bit after that and mike mostly listened, throwing in little âthat sucksâ or âwhat an idiotâ here and there.
you hung up when your break ended, going right back to work, the bell jingling every few minutes like clockwork.
then, bang on one, the door flew open. mike rode his bike right up to the glass, skidding dramatically before hopping off and wheeling it inside. he tucked his helmet under his arm, he spotted you, and a goofy smile lit up his face.
he leaned the bike against the new releases wall and sauntered over, brown bag in hand.
âspecial delivery for the overworked employee of the month!â he announced.
âmike, oh my god,â you said, coming around the counter as keith shot you a knowing look and muttered something about taking his break. he slipped out back, leaving the store quiet for once.
mike set the bag down, pulling out two sandwiches wrapped in foil. the good ones from the deli with extra dressing, and a big bag of skittles. âfigured youâd be starving. and these for dessert, since theyâre basically your kryptonite.â
you hugged him tight, âyouâre a lifesaver. seriously.â
he kissed your forehead quick. âanything to make your day less shitty.â
you both settled behind the counter on those creaky stools, unwrapping the sandwiches. the smell hitting the air.
âokay, now really tell me about it,â he said, taking a bite. âworst customer award goes tooo?â
you laughed, launching in. âhands down this guy who came in demanding âtop gunâ but we were outâŚ.ââ you continued rambling.
mike nodded along, eyes on you the whole time, but you noticed halfway through he wasnât really eating anymore. just watching you, you had a smear of mayo on your cheek, and he reached over without thinking, thumb brushing it off.
âgot a little⌠there,â he murmured, smiling.
you froze a second, cheeks turning pink. âthanks.â
he didnât pull his hand back right away, his thumb lingering near your lip. âyou look adorable when youâre all worked up, yâknow.â
the store was empty, silent except for the hum of the coolers. you shifted on the stool. âmikeâŚâ
he leaned in closer, voice dropping. âwhat? i canât call my girlfriend cute?â his hand slid to your knee under the counter, casual at first, squeezing your thigh lightly. âyouâve been tense all day. i can tell.â
âdonât get any ideas, wheeler,â your heart picked up as his hand inched closer to your heat, âsomeone could walk in any second.â
âdoorâs got a bell,â he said, eyes flicking to it before back to you. that cocky look creeping in now, the one that always undid you. âand keithâs gone for a while. relax a little.â
his fingers now playing around the edge of your panties, testing. you grabbed his wrist lightly. âmike, come on. this isnât smart.â
âmaybe not,â he admitted, leaning even closer, breath warm on your neck. âbut you need it. look at you! your shoulders are all knotted.â his other hand came up, rubbing your shoulder gentle, then down your arm. âlet me help. just a little.â
you bit your lip, glancing at the door again. no chime. âi donât knowâŚâ
he kissed your jaw soft, once, twice. âtrust me. iâll stop if you really want.â but his hand kept moving, fingers prodding at your wet spot outside the cotton underwear, âyouâre already warm here. have you been thinking about me?â he teases.
âmikeââ it came out breathy.
âshh.â he pushed the fabric aside slow, one finger tracing your nub, you grip the counter. âsee? you do need this. just let go for a minute.â
you whimpered quiet as he slid one finger in, slowly, curling just right. âmike, we⌠we really shouldnât mike.â
âwe should,â he whispered, which made you clench his fingers. his thumb began speeding up on your clit with that perfect pressure. his eyes stayed locked on yours, watching you twitch. âyou feel that? tell me it feels good baby.â
your head tipped back a little, legs parting despite yourself. his fingers curled hard, making you let out a small moan, drawing it out until you were squirming. âmike, please⌠someone mightââ
âthen stay quiet,â he said, voice rougher now, domineering as he pressed his palm against you, grinding slow.
you muffled a moan against his shoulder, hips rocking into his hand. he kept the pace torturous, dragging his fingers in and out, whispering dirty little things in your ear. âthatâs it. is my baby getting close? you feel it coming?â
it dragged on forever, his free hand holding your hip steady, controlling everything. you came undone slow the first time, clenching hard around his fingers, biting his shirt to stay silent. but he didnât stop, drawing out the waves, thumb circling relentless until you were shaking, pushing at his arm weakly to get him to stop.
âone more,â he murmured, smug. âyou can handle it.â
âyes. you can. last one i promise.â he pulled his fingers out, and slapped your clit. he stuck his fingers back in after, and you shattered again, harder. your vision spotting as you gasped into his neck.
finally he eased off, pulling his fingers free and wiping his fingers in your thigh,âbetter?â
you were panting, âyeahâŚâ
he grinned, standing and tugging you toward the back room. the one cluttered with boxes and old posters, âturn around.â
you hesitated at the threshold. âthis is really risky.â
âi know. i know.â he spun you, pressing you against a shelf, hiking your skirt up. the sight of your cute underwear getting him hard, âbabe.. bend over a little.â
you did, bracing, heart pounding. âbabeâŚâ
he freed himself, teasing your entrance with his tip, slow circles. âtell me you want it.â
you whimpered. âi⌠nnngghâ
he didnât wait for a response, his cock pushed between your foods into inch by inch, agonizingly slow, letting you feel every bit. âgonna take my time. you deserve it.â
he bottomed out with a low groan, hands gripping your hips tight. started thrusting deep and steady, pulling almost all the way out, slamming back in, making you stifle cries against your arm.
âyou sound so cute like that,â he rasped, grabbing your face and forcing you to kiss him, âcome here.â
he continued pounding into you. he dragged it out again, he loved seeing you struggle and whine. he grabbed a fistful of your hair to keep you still so he could continue kissing you while he shot his load inside you. you came again around him midway, walls fluttering. his thrusts slowed down and he stopped deep inside of you with a muffled groan against your shoulder, âshitshitshit oh my god i love you so much.â he released inside you while grabbing your hair to push your lips to his.
you both lingered there for a minute, catching your breaths his forehead pressed to your shoulder before he pulled back with a quiet laugh. âshit,â he whispered, zipping up while you smoothed your skirt down, fingers shaky. âweâre insane.â
you snorted, fixing your shirt, or trying to, anyway. âit was your idea. youâre the insane one. i was just trying to do my job.â
he grinned, stealing one last quick peck to your forehead before you both slipped out of the back room.
the rest of the afternoon dragged into evening, mike stuck around the whole time, helping shelve stuff, cracking dumb jokes while his hand kept brushing yours. by closing, the place was dead quiet, and you two were wiping down the counters together, him on one side, you on the other, bumping into each other on purpose and laughing about it.
thatâs when the door banged open.
robin and steve stumbled in, all sweaty and hyped from the concert, robin already going on about something, and they both stopped, staring.
robinâs eyebrows shot up. âoh wow. look who we have here.â
steve leaned on the doorframe, flipping the sign to closed. âwhat is mike wheeler doing behind the counter after hours?â
you tossed your rag in the sink, glaring at them. âyou guys ditched me all day. someone had to help.â
"ugh i am so sorry!" robin dropped her bag and came over, pulling you into a big hug. âiâm a terrible friend, we didnât even tell you it was billy idol. but the show was nuts. he performed ârebel yellâ and everyone freaked. steve tried shoving to the front and almost got trampled.â
steve snorted, grabbing a rag like he was gonna pitch in now. âi did not get trampled.â
robin pulled back, still holding your arms, but then her eyes dropped to your shirt and she paused. âwait⌠babe, your shirtâs inside out.â
you glanced down, oh god, it was. the tag sticking out, seams all wrong. youâd thrown it on in a panic back there and never fixed it.
robinâs mouth twitched, then she just snorted, loud and sudden. âyou worked the whole shift like that? the entire day?â
you felt your face go nuclear, hands flying to cover it. âshut up.â
mike cleared his throat, suddenly wiping the same spot on the counter over and over.
steve looked between you two, catching how frazzled you both were, your messy hair, mikeâs untucked shirt, the way you couldnât stand still, and his eyes widened. âthere is absolutely no way.â
robin was full-on laughing now, hands on her hips.
ârobin,â you groaned.
steve shook his head, half horrified, half amused. âyou guys do realize our manager probably gonna smell it when he opens tommo-â
âsteve!â you and mike cut in at the same time.
robin wiped her eyes, still giggling. âi canât- you two are actually disgusting. mike, check your six oâ clock.â
mike instantly turned red, his hands ran down to his fly, which he never realized he never fully zipped up. running a hand through his hair while you fixed your shirt quick, dying inside.
steve just stared at the counters like they were contaminated. ânever looking at these the same again.â
âenough,â mike said, avoiding the gaze of steve and robin, throwing the rag back in the bin, âdo you guys still want help closing or what?â
robin held up her hands. âokay, okay.â she winked at you. âyou earned it after we bailed anyways.â
closing went fast after that, you guys managed to fix up the entire store in 15 minutes.
outside under the buzzing sign, mike nudged you. âyou wanna ride home? handlebars are free.â
you smiled, still embarrassed but kinda laughing too. âyeah. please.â
you hopped in behind him, holding on as he pedaled off.
behind you guys, steveâs car started up. as he pulled out, robin hung out the window, barking like an idiot.
ânight, you dirty dogs!â steve yelled.
steve honked twice, both of them cracking up as they drove off.
you buried your face in mikeâs shoulder, giggling so hard you almost slipped. he shook his head, pedaling faster.
âidiots,â he muttered.
you both sported a smile the whole way home.