thinker bell

if there was one thing your mother had always drilled into your head, it was to be good and respectful company.

you took her advice to heart — whenever you went over to someone else’s house, you cleaned up after yourself, said please and thank you so often that some people would’ve labeled it as excessive, and swallowed whatever snarky remark was itching to escape whenever someone said something particularly irritating. well, you did all this at everyone’s house but mike wheelers.

see, with mike and his family, it was different. you’ve known him your whole life — practically grew up with him. no, scratch that, did grow up with him.

when you were younger, the two of you would race into his house with scraped knees and dirt-smudged faces, trying to make it home in time for dinner. you spent countless afternoons sprawled across his couch, watching whatever movie nancy had rented with her friends, and listened to ted’s old stories as if he were your own father

you loved the Wheelers like they were family. karen, nancy, holly, and you had girls' days every other week. every once in a while, ted would even take you and mike fishing, proudly labeling it a "family bonding experience."

nancy, especially though, was like the older sister you'd never had. she took you shopping and out for ice cream whenever you were having a rough day, painted your nails while the two of you exchanged the latest hawkins gossip, and held you through more heartbreaks than you cared to admit.

so yes, in the wheeler home, you were more than comfortable leaving your socks hanging off mike’s bed frame, wandering around the house without asking permission, and talking to his family the same way you talked to your own — even when mike wasn't there.

this made the scenario you were in right now was confusing to say the least.

for context, you were currently getting your pussy tongue fucked by nancy’s long time boyfriend, steve, while you were laid over the counter where you two made waffles together the morning prior.

“mmm, fuck, feels so good, steve,” you moaned quietly, hand gripping on his hair weakly as your mind went numb from the combination of the feeling of his fingers moving across your heated walls and his tongue lingering under your fingers and inside as well, collecting the slick gushing out from in between your slit.

you could feel his lips curl up before he decided to disconnect from your heat, much to your dismay, to replace his tongue with another finger and focus solely on biting and kissing a chunk of skin of your inner thigh absentmindedly.

“yeah? you like that baby? getting all dumb just from my mouth and fingers?” he teased against your raw skin, voice low and careful.

his free hand that was previously laid upon his growing bulge moved to grab both your knees together and push them up, making the ridges of your spinal bone dig even harder into the cool counter.

steve, who was now eye to eye with your throbbing and neglected clit, blew out a cold, invigorating breath against you, causing you to gasp lightly before quickly moving to cover your mouth.

this situation wasn’t even your fault…kinda.

earlier, you had reluctantly left behind the snug, comfortable setting you were in, which was also known as mike’s bed, to grab a cold cup of water from the kitchen in order to at least somewhat cool down from the summer heat that swam around mikes small room when you bumped into steve who was leaning against the counter looking like a kicked puppy, zoning out.

you two have never really talked like that before, only sparing a few words to each other whenever you happened to bump into one another, but for some reason this time his pathetic demeanor led you to cave in and ask what he was doing down here.

he hesitated before shyly admitting that nancy and him had gotten into a fight and she ignored his pleas to make up, instead going to sleep.

one thing led to another and now here you two were, betraying both your companions somehow, someway.

you were so dazed out of your mind that you didn’t register the feeling of steve’s fingers leaving your hole until the cold wind produced from him getting up abruptly practically slapped your pussy in the center.

he stepped closer to you, hand reaching to cup your flushed cheek while his thumb lingered near the corner of your lips. “you sure you wanna do this with me, pretty?” he asked you with scrunched eyebrows, wanting to make sure this wasn’t something you were doing out of pity. you looked up at him, eyes wide and boring into his own big ones before dancing around the light freckles scattered across his face, and nodded your head lightly before mumbling a small, “i’m sure, stevie.”

he seemed to hesitate before moving his hand to the back of your neck and pulling your head up to connect your lips together, surprising both you and himself.

the kiss was hard and full of passion — his nose was crushing itself into your cheek as he tried to take the kiss deeper and his tongue was slipping and sliding all over your mouth, focusing on the roof of it especially.

you pulled back gingerly and reminded him of one key detail. “sorry, but i think maybe we should um…hurry up. we are kind of in the middle of the kitchen.” your voice came out in a low whisper, amused smile planted onto your face.

steve softly chuckled, moving to untie his pajama pants. before he could finish, he paused abruptly and looked back up at you. “shit, i don’t think i have a condom with me today.”

“oh, yeah. i’m on birth control, so, you can..you know..” you dragged on, feeling a bit shy at the admission.

steve bit back a giddy smile, clearly excited to be inside you with no layers in between, and quickly fumbled to pull his pajama pants and boxers down in one swipe, leaving them hanging on his mid thigh.

your eyes zeroed in on his solid, heavy length while his eyes remained on your face to gauge your reaction.

“holy shit, stev— how is that gonna fit?” you asked worriedly in a hushed whisper.

“i’ll make it fit, baby. don’t worry.” he reassured, eyes flickering down to watch the way his flushed tip now slid against your slit, teasing into your hole.

you don’t know what compelled you to grab his hand and interlock your fingers, but when you did, both your eyes met for a brief second.

“you ready?” he questioned quietly, positioning his tip directly over your hole.

you let out a quiet hum and pushed your hips forward, giving him your answer indirectly.

steve pulled you closer to him, using his hands to wrap your legs around his waist while he pushed himself inside your wet hole. his brows were furrowed and mouth hung slightly open as he tried to distract himself from the warmth surrounding him, not wanting to embarrass himself and cum fast.

a string of whimpers that were too loud for the environment you were in left your swollen lips before steve moved quickly to muffle your whines with two fingers shoved into your mouth.

as he slowly started to bottom out, your eyes fluttered shut, taking in the feeling of being oh so full. he started to move his hips against your body, slightly shoving you back on the counter with one particularly rough thrust, and moved his free hand to cup your mound.

“fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he moaned out quietly, groaning as he kept thrusting and pushing his palm onto your clit, keeping you still while also bringing your bundle of nerves pleasure with each push.

steve’s thrusts remained passionate and powerful, his pace never weakening or stuttering. his dick dragged against your sweet spot with each thrust, leaving your body to unknowingly clench around him tightly to keep him there.

“steve, steve, steve.” you repeated his name like a mantra, voice muffled due to your tongue that was still swirling around his fingers, eyes rolling back from the pure pleasure.

steve slipped his fingers out from in between your lips to lean down and muffle your noises instead with his own mouth pressed against yours, still keeping the same pace and roughness of his thrusts.

the sound of his balls slapping against your bare skin echoed in the small corner of the kitchen you were located in, and the pleasure you were feeling was so intense you couldn’t help but move your fingers to his back to ground yourself, nails leaving pink, staggered lines across the soft expanse of his skin.

steve’s lips disconnected from yours, but the space between the two of you didn’t expand. his forehead was now pressed against yours while he muttered sweet praises to you.

“you feel so fucking good, oh my goddd.” he groaned out, breath mingling with yours as his hips began to slow down. “i can cum in you, right? please baby, let me cum in you.” he begged, thumb replacing his palm to rub hot circles directly onto your clit, wanting to get you both to cum at the same time.

“yes, steve, yes. please don’t stop, please.” you whined loudly, walls clenching tightly around his length as you felt your peak coming closer and closer.

steve continued ramming into you and rubbing, eager to get you both there. his breath came out in staggered patterns as your walls practically strangled him.

you redirected your hand from his back to the back of his neck to pull him down to your lips, smashing his to yours as the mounting tension in you began to snap, hurling you into a pleasure you’ve never felt for anyone else before.

steve followed after you, hips starting to stutter. he gave a few more passion filled thrusts before spurting inside you, his thick load of cum spurting across your inners walls.

a few more weak thrusts followed his high while whines left your mouth at the overstimulation.

he slowly started to pull out, careful to not make a mess on the floor or counter. “fuck.” he muttered at the sight of the combination of cum leaving your pulsing hole.

he stared for a few more seconds before pushing all the spilling liquid back in with his thumb and leaning down to give your pussy one last, wide lick.

straightening your legs from the awkward position they were previously in, you quickly pulled your shorts and panties up, and tried to stand up properly, which failed. your legs felt weak and it was clearly obvious because steve wrapped an arm around your waist to steady you.

you looked up at him to see him already meeting your eyes, a star struck look hid behind his eyes and his mouth opened to say something before closing again.

“this was..fun. um, see you later, mayb—” you spoke first before getting cut off from steve’s lips smashing against yours, the taste of you still lingering inside his mouth now being in your mouth as well.

he pulled away after a few seconds, wanting to speak this time. “let’s do this again sometime, yeah? been wanting to do that since i saw you.”

you answered with a dazed nod, before quickly stepping away and wobbling back to mikes room.

safe to say, that was not the last time you and steve had sex somewhere in the wheeler house.

sure, there were times people got suspicious, like when there were random scratches on his back or when someone stumbled upon you two with ruffled hair in the kitchen at night, but you never got caught…you think.