mike visits you at work when steve & robin ditch and you guys get.. frisky

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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.

“mikeee ugh,” you groaned into the receiver, “i’m 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. it’s been nonstop chaos in the store.”

mike’s voice came through soft, that calm way he always had when you were worked up. “yeah? that blows. what kinda show?”

“i don’t even know, they were being all cryptic about it. probably something steve thought would impress whatever girl he’s chasing this week.”

he chuckled lightly. “oh, wait, billy idol’s on tour right now, isn’t he? he’s playing at some spot near hawkins tonight. i think. i heard dustin talking about it yesterday.”

your eyes widened, pausing mid-rewind on a tape. “what?? billy idol? they didn’t tell me that! how did i not know? god, of course they’d bail for that.”

mike laughed again, warmer this time. “sounds like them. are you okay though? sounds like a rough shift.”

“yeah…” you sighed, glancing around as keith helped a customer in the horror section. ”rough doesn’t even begin to describe it…”

mike goes silent for a short while, “when are you taking your lunch break?”

“uhh, probably at around one, why?”

“no reason,” he blurted, and you could practically hear the grin. “just curious. tell me more about the day if you want.”

you rambled a bit after that and mike mostly listened, throwing in little “that sucks” or “what an idiot” 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.

“special delivery for the overworked employee of the month!” he announced.

“mike, oh my god,” 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. “figured you’d be starving. and these for dessert, since they’re basically your kryptonite.”

you hugged him tight, “you’re a lifesaver. seriously.”

he kissed your forehead quick. “anything to make your day less shitty.”

you both settled behind the counter on those creaky stools, unwrapping the sandwiches. the smell hitting the air.

“okay, now really tell me about it,” he said, taking a bite. “worst customer award goes tooo?”

you laughed, launching in. “hands down this guy who came in demanding ‘top gun’ but we were out….’” you continued rambling.

mike nodded along, eyes on you the whole time, but you noticed halfway through he wasn’t 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.

“got a little… there,” he murmured, smiling.

you froze a second, cheeks turning pink. “thanks.”

he didn’t pull his hand back right away, his thumb lingering near your lip. “you look adorable when you’re all worked up, y’know.”

the store was empty, silent except for the hum of the coolers. you shifted on the stool. “mike…”

he leaned in closer, voice dropping. “what? i can’t call my girlfriend cute?” his hand slid to your knee under the counter, casual at first, squeezing your thigh lightly. “you’ve been tense all day. i can tell.”

“don’t get any ideas, wheeler,” your heart picked up as his hand inched closer to your heat, “someone could walk in any second.”

“door’s got a bell,” he said, eyes flicking to it before back to you. that cocky look creeping in now, the one that always undid you. “and keith’s gone for a while. relax a little.”

his fingers now playing around the edge of your panties, testing. you grabbed his wrist lightly. “mike, come on. this isn’t smart.”

“maybe not,” he admitted, leaning even closer, breath warm on your neck. “but you need it. look at you! your shoulders are all knotted.” his other hand came up, rubbing your shoulder gentle, then down your arm. “let me help. just a little.”

you bit your lip, glancing at the door again. no chime. “i don’t know…”

he kissed your jaw soft, once, twice. “trust me. i’ll stop if you really want.” but his hand kept moving, fingers prodding at your wet spot outside the cotton underwear, “you’re already warm here. have you been thinking about me?” he teases.

“mike—” it came out breathy.

“shh.” he pushed the fabric aside slow, one finger tracing your nub, you grip the counter. “see? you do need this. just let go for a minute.”

you whimpered quiet as he slid one finger in, slowly, curling just right. “mike, we… we really shouldn’t mike.”

“we should,” 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. “you feel that? tell me it feels good baby.”

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. “mike, please… someone might—”

“then stay quiet,” 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. “that’s it. is my baby getting close? you feel it coming?”

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 didn’t stop, drawing out the waves, thumb circling relentless until you were shaking, pushing at his arm weakly to get him to stop.

“one more,” he murmured, smug. “you can handle it.”

“mike, i can’t—”

“yes. you can. last one i promise.” 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,“better?”

you were panting, “yeah…”

he grinned, standing and tugging you toward the back room. the one cluttered with boxes and old posters, “turn around.”

you hesitated at the threshold. “this is really risky.”

“i know. i know.” he spun you, pressing you against a shelf, hiking your skirt up. the sight of your cute underwear getting him hard, “babe.. bend over a little.”

you did, bracing, heart pounding. “babe…”

he freed himself, teasing your entrance with his tip, slow circles. “tell me you want it.”

you whimpered. “i… nnnggh”

he didn’t wait for a response, his cock pushed between your foods into inch by inch, agonizingly slow, letting you feel every bit. “gonna take my time. you deserve it.”

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.

“you sound so cute like that,” he rasped, grabbing your face and forcing you to kiss him, “come here.”

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, “shitshitshit oh my god i love you so much.” 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. “shit,” he whispered, zipping up while you smoothed your skirt down, fingers shaky. “we’re insane.”

you snorted, fixing your shirt, or trying to, anyway. “it was your idea. you’re the insane one. i was just trying to do my job.”

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.

that’s 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.

robin’s eyebrows shot up. “oh wow. look who we have here.”

steve leaned on the doorframe, flipping the sign to closed. “what is mike wheeler doing behind the counter after hours?”

you tossed your rag in the sink, glaring at them. “you guys ditched me all day. someone had to help.”

"ugh i am so sorry!" robin dropped her bag and came over, pulling you into a big hug. “i’m a terrible friend, we didn’t even tell you it was billy idol. but the show was nuts. he performed ‘rebel yell’ and everyone freaked. steve tried shoving to the front and almost got trampled.”

steve snorted, grabbing a rag like he was gonna pitch in now. “i did not get trampled.”

robin pulled back, still holding your arms, but then her eyes dropped to your shirt and she paused. “wait… babe, your shirt’s inside out.”

you glanced down, oh god, it was. the tag sticking out, seams all wrong. you’d thrown it on in a panic back there and never fixed it.

robin’s mouth twitched, then she just snorted, loud and sudden. “you worked the whole shift like that? the entire day?”

you felt your face go nuclear, hands flying to cover it. “shut up.”

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, mike’s untucked shirt, the way you couldn’t stand still, and his eyes widened. “there is absolutely no way.”

robin was full-on laughing now, hands on her hips.

“robin,” you groaned.

steve shook his head, half horrified, half amused. “you guys do realize our manager probably gonna smell it when he opens tommo-”

“steve!” you and mike cut in at the same time.

robin wiped her eyes, still giggling. “i can’t- you two are actually disgusting. mike, check your six o’ clock.”

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. “never looking at these the same again.”

“enough,” mike said, avoiding the gaze of steve and robin, throwing the rag back in the bin, “do you guys still want help closing or what?”

robin held up her hands. “okay, okay.” she winked at you. “you earned it after we bailed anyways.”

you groaned again.

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. “you wanna ride home? handlebars are free.”

you smiled, still embarrassed but kinda laughing too. “yeah. please.”

you hopped in behind him, holding on as he pedaled off.

behind you guys, steve’s car started up. as he pulled out, robin hung out the window, barking like an idiot.

“night, you dirty dogs!” steve yelled.

steve honked twice, both of them cracking up as they drove off.

you buried your face in mike’s shoulder, giggling so hard you almost slipped. he shook his head, pedaling faster.

“idiots,” he muttered.

you both sported a smile the whole way home.

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the van gives out with one last cough and a shudder before steve swerves onto the shoulder of the freeway.

“no. no, no, no, no! don’t do this to me,” steve groans, smacking the steering wheel.

“is it supposed to smell like that?” dustin asks from the back, already half out of his seatbelt.

a sharp burn of hot oil and exhaust blew straight through the dashboard vents thick enough that everyone’s coughing and waving their hands in front of their faces. yep, the van’s engine was toast.

“steve, i told you that noise earlier sounded bad!” lucas pinched his nose, exclaiming.

“you say everything sounds bad, sinclair!” steve snaps, then sighs, running a hand through his hair. “okay. okay. emergency stop. calm down guys. everyone just… relax.” he hops out of the vehicle and pops the hood.

the party collectively lets out a huge groan.

relax? you couldn’t bring yourself to relax. you’d spent most of the drive wedged between will and el, sweaty and cramped, trying to ignore mike’s knee that’s been digging into your back for the last forty minutes. you didn’t realize you were muttering to yourself until someone snapped you out of your thoughts.

“is the princess gonna be able to survive one night without air conditioning?” you hear mike snicker behind you, as the rest of the group piled out of the car.

you turn around to glare at him.

he flashes you an annoying grin, to which you flip your head right back to follow everyone out with mike right behind you. he’s met with the flick of your ponytail across his face. he quickly wraps his fingers around your ponytail and yanks hard.

max however, catches it. knowing how mike is, she catches your eye and raises her eyebrows at you.

mike's been worse than usual this whole trip. being an asshole to you, only you. and you really tried your hardest not to let it get under your skin.

by the time steve drags everyone into a roadside motel with a giant VACANCY sign buzzing overhead, tensions are already shot. the lobby smells of bleach. mike pushes his way to the front of the group to stand next to steve, shoving you hard in the process causing you to stumble forward and drop the granola bar in your hand onto the sticky motel floor. you don’t look back at him.

“two rooms,” steve says to the clerk, slapping a 20 dollar bill on the counter. “yeah, yeah i know it’s a squeeze. it’s fine, trust me. we’ll make it work.”

“yeah, right,” lucas mutters under his breath, lugging both his and max’s bags across the floor and up the staircase.

you guys arrive at your room and steve quickly begins assigning the sleeping arrangements.

“henderson, you’ll share the single with lucas,” steve points.

“will, el, you two get the pullout.”

“max, you’re good on the floor?” max shrugs, “i’ve slept worse places.” she throws a pile of comforters and throw pillows on the ground, considering it a win.

then steve takes a good long, hard look at you and mike. there’s a pause. he smiles.

“…you two don’t mind sharing, right?” he says finally. “you guys are civil.”

dustin lets out a loud snort from behind you guys, and mike whips his head around to stare him down.

“steve,” you start.

“it’s one night,” he cuts in. “the doors stay open, nobody murders anyone. okay?,” he throws his hands up in the air, walking away. “my job here is done.”

later, while everyone’s brushing their teeth with motel sink water that tastes wrong, max corners you by the ice machine.

“you know he does it on purpose, right?” she says quietly, “he thinks you’re an easy target.”

“i know,” you sigh. growing up, you never really had the natural tendency to stick up for yourself. your parents had always told you to walk away if you ever found yourself in the presence of a bully. unlike max, who went head-to-head with any boy in the group who dared cross her.

“and you’re still stuck sharing a bed with him.”

“i know.”

she squeezes your wrist. “if he pulls your hair again, kick him. i’ll back you up.”

lucas, overhearing, adds, “yeah, man, wheelers are like raccoons. you just gotta learn to assert dominance.”

mike jerks his head up from the couch across the room, “you know i can hear you guys.”

and now, it’s the middle of the night.

the lights are off. the room is quiet except for the hum of the ancient ac unit. you're both on your backs, as far apart as the bed allows, staring at the ceiling. you're in an t shirt and shorts. he's in just boxers because he "runs hot" and didn't bring anything else. there's maybe six inches of space between you, but it feels like static electricity.

"stop fucking hogging the blanket," mike pulls the comforter back sharply from underneath you, jerking you out of your thoughts.

"i'm not? you literally kicked it off,"

"whatever," he mutters. "just stay on your side, wouldn't want to accidentally touch you and catch whatever makes girls so dramatic."

how could someone possibly be this fucking childish? you tried to reason, and why out of everyone did you have to be paired with him? you think to yourself as you huff and turn your body to face the wall. silence stretches. then the mattress dips. he shifts closer, whether on purpose or not, you're not sure. his arm brushes yours.

“what..” he notices you freeze, "you're scared i'll bite?" he whispers, his tone mocking.

"shut up, mike," you retort, you silently thank god it was pitch black in the room, you were so flustered, your cheeks resembled a pair of cluster tomatoes. mike wouldn’t ever let you live it down if he could see how red you were.

he doesn't turn back. instead, he moves again. it's deliberate this time, until his chest is almost against your back. you can feel the heat coming off him.

"you've been running your mouth all weekend, acting like you're better than me all the time, than everyone!” he says, “but here you are, stuck in bed with me. funny how that works."

“i have no clue what you’re talking about.”

his hand lands on your hip, and his fingers curl over the fabric of your shorts.

it's not gentle. it feels like a claim.

"mike," you say, your voice tight, "mike, get off of me,"

"mmm.. how about.. no," he states with a chuckle right by your ear.

he pulls you back against him hard. you can feel the outline of his length, pressing into your ass through the thin layers of cotton. your breath catches.

"see? you don’t really want me to get off you, do you? you like this,” his hand inching closer and now hovering over the waistband of your shorts, “you know… i bet if i stick my hand down your pants right now, it’d come out soaking.”

he slides his hand up under your shirt. his rough palm drags over your stomach, up to cup your breast. he squeezes once, meanly.

"wow,” he scoffs, “no bra?”

you hate how your back arches into his touch. this was getting out of hand, you thought. you flip onto your other side in an attempt to grab his wrists and push him off. but mike beats you to it.

he flips you back onto your back, grabs your wrist and holds it above your head. his eyes glint with that same cruel smirk you've seen all week.

"open your mouth,"

"what? you can’t make me-," you whisper defiant, struggling to get out of his grip. what in the world has gotten into him?

his hand shoots up, his fingers gripping your jaw. it's not hard enough to bruise, but it's firm. he forces your lips apart with his thumb.

"i said open," he says even louder.

you do. just enough to get him to quiet down.

he leans down and lets a slow string of spit fall from his mouth into yours. you feel it hit your tongue. it's warm and humiliating. he watches your face the whole time.

"swallow," he commands.

you hesitate for half a second. then you do.

his grin is pure filth.

"awww," he mocks the pout on your face. "see? it's not so hard to follow instructions, is it?”

he kisses you then. starting as a peck on your lips, and then he forces his tongue into your mouth. his wet open mouthed kisses muffling your gasps. meanwhile, his hand slides down between your legs, pushing your flimsy shorts aside without ceremony. he finds a wet spot on your frilly pink panties.

"you are so pathetic, you know that?" he sneers, pulling back just enough.

he finds your entrance and inserts two fingers inside you agonizingly slow. you gasp into his mouth. he curls his fingers cruelly, pushing in slow to hit the spot.

"shhhhhhh," he whispers.

you bite your lip to keep quiet as he works you open, his thumb grinding against your clit. when he pulls his fingers out, he wipes them across your cheek like a dirty napkin.

then he's yanking your shorts down your thighs and shoving his boxers off. he lines himself up and pushes in with one long, brutal thrust that makes your eyes water.

“c’mon princess biiiiiig stretch,” he slowly sinks into you, and it makes an embarrassingly loud squelching noise, “ohhhh yeah,”

your lips that were perched shut the entire time as to not make any noise, come undone without your permission, “aaaagh- mikey!”

“mikey!” he replies mimicking you, and starts pounding into you. plop plop plop. his sack slapping meanly against your clit over & over. normally, you would be embarrassed. but right now, you can’t really process much feelings but the one of him stretching you out down there. you feel your arousal drooling onto his thighs.

"ohhhh my gosh," he groans low at the feeling, and proceeds to shove your head into the mattress, not really concerned whether or not you can breathe okay, "just ugh- take it and shut the fuck up nnngh- stop making noise."

he sets a punishing pace, his pelvis snapping against yours. the bed creaks quietly under you both. one hand grips the back of your neck, just holding you down, so your face stays smushed into the pillow.

"look at you," he says. "bet no one else has ever put you in your place like this."

you're close, embarrassingly fast, and he knows it. “oh my gosh, you’re really enjoying this, huh?”he laughs. mike slows his pace down just to torture you.

"aww" he mockingly pouts. "you wanna come puppy?"

you press your lips together hard in an attempt to not make any noise, not giving in to what he wants.

he removes his hand from the nape of your neck and presses all of his body weight down onto you. forcing you into prone bone, pressing your bodies together hard. and you feel his palm harshly crack down on your butt.

"aaaaagh oh-ohmygoshohmygosh plEASE mike please," you whisper, broken.

"please what?" he says.

"please…. let me com-,"

he meanly pushes your face hard into the pillow again mid-sentence with his palm and laughs.

"come on then," he says. "come on mikey’s cock.”

you do. it hits you hard, and you bite down on your own arm to stay quiet. he follows right after, burying himself deep and groaning your name like a curse against your neck.

after, he doesn't pull out right away. he just stays on top of you, heavy and breathing hard. his hand loosens up off the back of your neck and rolls off you, shifting back to the far edge of the bed like nothing happened. the room falls into heavy silence, broken only by your ragged breathing.

your thighs feel sticky, warm and messy from everything, the evidence of what just happened cooling uncomfortably against your skin. he doesn’t make any move to help, doesn’t even acknowledge it, just lies there on his back, staring at the ceiling.

“you know…” his voice cuts through the quiet, “you’re kind of cute with you’re all fucked out like that.”

you blink in the darkness, taken aback by the almost gentle tone. “did you… like it?” mike asks, even quieter.

you’re still catching your breath, heart hammering, surprised he’d even ask. “yeah,” you looked down shyly, “kinda.”

he snickers right in your face, “yeah, i figured… since you were being so goddam loud.”

before you can respond, his foot shoves against your side, kicking you toward the edge of the bed. “go clean yourself up. you’re dirty.”

you tumble off the mattress with a thud onto the carpet, pulling your cotton shorts back up as you stumble off to the bathroom.

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mike’s fingers lingered at the hem of your frilly tank top, tracing lazy circles on your skin as he admired your face, that half-smirk still playing on his lips. the basement felt heavy, the distant murmur of mike’s friends upstairs.

dustin still complaining loudly about his cleric, “that was total bullshit, eddie!” echoing down the stairs before the front door slammed, you flinched, but not mike. he just stayed there, his breath warm against your neck.

you shifted under him struggling to get comfy, your hands coming up to his chest, a weak attempt to push him off. “mike, seriously… they just left. your mom could come down any second to check on you. or nancy. holly’s probably still awake.”

he tilted his head, eyes softening for a second as he brushed a strand of hair from your face, “hey, relax. they’re not coming down here. okay? mom & nancy are watching tv.” his voice was low, hand falling beneath your hips down to your butt, giving it a hard squeeze and pulled you in close. “and even if they did… what? they’d see me with my girl? big deal.”

you bit your lip, glancing toward the stairs. “it’s not that. it’s just… you said we were gonna watch that movie later, right? and you’re all worked up from the game. maybe we should wait till everyone’s asleep.”

“wait? come on, baby. you know i can’t just switch it off like that.” his lips trailed back up, brushing yours without fully kissing. “that campaign fucked me up. and i canceled all those plans. i need something good now. i need you.” he flashed his puppy dog eyes up at you. you feel his warm fingers slipping higher underneath your training bra pinching at your nipples, an action he knew you didn’t take a liking to. he just liked seeing you squirm. he examined the look on your face.

one thing you knew about your boyfriend of 2 years was that he always insistent on doing it with you, whenever he wanted. he also loved taking advantage of the fact that you never had the heart to tell him no.

“mikey,” you whispered, your voice catching as you tried to sit up a little, but he shifted his weight, keeping you pinned gently. “i want to, but… what if someone hears? last time nancy almost-”

“shh! god do you ever stop talking” he kissed you even harder this time to shut you up. his tongue forced its way past your lips, his other hand gripped your waist harder, fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp loud into his mouth.

he sneered and pulled back barely an inch,“nancy’s not coming down. and even if she does, i’ll handle it. okay? you’re worrying too much. don’t you wanna help me feel better?”

you hesitated, he always succeeded in making you feel guilty for not giving into his sexual advances, “i do- i do mike, but you’re being… pushy.”

his smirk grew, but he softened it with a quick peck to your nose. “pushy? babe i’m just telling you what i need…”he nuzzled your neck, voice dropping to that mocking whisper. “or maybe you like making me beg a little. is that it? ‘cause you know i’ll take what i want anyway.” you felt your arousal start to pulse at how brash he was being. he looked at down at your frilly underwear knowing what he said would have that effect on you.

“tell me no for real, then. go on. see if you can.”

his hand slid down to the button of your pants, popping it open slowly. and for some reason, you felt tears brimming your eyes, “mike… that’s not fair.”

“fair?” he scoffed, his expression all innocent concern mixed with that glint. “baby, nothing about tonight’s been fair. least you can do is let me have this.” he kissed you again, deeper, his body pressing down until you felt all of him, “come on, babe. open up more. show me how much you missed me all day.”

your resistance faded with another whimper, and he smiled against your lips, triumphant. his hands already pushing your pants down past your knees now, exposing your polka dot underwear to the dim basement light. upstairs, lucas’s voice carried faintly, “later, mrs. wheeler!” as the door shut again, “see? all gone. now it’s just us.”

his fingers hooked into your panties, beginning to rub your oh-so-sensitive & swollen clit. “gonna make you forget about being scared. m’gonna take it all out on you tonight, nice and slow. hm? how’s that sound?”

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