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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Stranger_Things_(TV_2016)
  Relationship:
      Eleven/Mike_Wheeler, Eleven_&_Mike_Wheeler, Mike_Wheeler_&_Nancy_Wheeler
  Character:
      Eleven_(Stranger_Things), Mike_Wheeler, Finn_Wolfhard, Nancy_Wheeler, Jim
      "Chief"_Hopper, Lucas_Sinclair, Dustin_Henderson, Will_Byers
  Additional Tags:
      Aged-Up_Character(s), Inspired_by_Stranger_Things_(TV_2016), Happy_Eleven
      (Stranger_Things), Everything_is_Beautiful_and_Nothing_Hurts, Good
      Sibling_Nancy_Wheeler, POV_Female_Character, Masturbation, Eleven_and
      Mike_Wheeler_are_Cute, Fluff_and_Smut, Horny_Teenagers, One_Shot
      Collection, One_Shot, Eleven/Mike_Wheeler_Fluff, Mileven, Mileven_Week,
      Domestic_Fluff, True_Love, Awkward_Mike_Wheeler, Underage_Kissing
  Series:
      Part 3 of The_Year_We_Waited_(Mileven_One-Shots)
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-20 Words: 3506
****** Love Myself ******
by MissCorn
Summary
     The morning after Mileven's adventurous March meetup, Eleven
     attempting to please herself and Nancy being a good teacher to her
     brother.
     OR
     Lucas, Dustin and Will find them sleeping semi-naked together, Eleven
     can't find a way to cum and Mike is desperate enough to ask his
     sister about the mysteries of the female orgasm.
Notes
     * It's been a while, but I'm not going to leave this unfinished. Next
     chapter is going to be DA BOMB, promise <3
     * You can find me at https://mikes2ndcousinfromsweden.tumblr.com/
     where you can always send me requests <3
     (* The characters are all aged-up)
 
Lucas was the first to wake up, stretching inside his sleeping bag, and
crawling his way to Dustin, giving him a push at his lower back with his feet
to which he responded with a low whining “Ooouth!” before turning around to
lift his body and crush Lucas underneath him, giving the idea of two very
aggressive worms fighting for dominance. “O-kayyyyy, you win!” said Lucas under
Dustin, finding himself unable to make a move. “Who’th the worm king?” asked
Dustin still whispering, but with a tone of fulfillment. “It’s you goddammit,
now GET OFF.” He moved to the side freeing his best friend with a toothless
smile. “Let’th go to Will!” he proposed smirking wickedly and they both stared
at the direction of the peacefully sleeping boy. Will’s lip moved as if he
mouthed a response to their plan. “Nah” they both said under their breath,
merciful to their friend and turned to look at the direction of Mike, his curly
hair sticking out from the top of his sleeping bag even from across the
basement, and wiggled their brows at the idea.
They stood up, holding their sleeping bags around them, jumping around the
table, their unfinished campaign still laying on the surface, getting closer to
Mike. As they approached him jump by jump, a second curly haired head made its
appearance under Mike’s chin, his bare arm now visibly around the other
person’s smaller body and they froze to their places, their jaws dropped and
eyes widened. “What the f-?” Lucas didn’t get the chance to finish mouthing his
cursing when freshly woken up Will interrupted him “Guys, what are y-”
“SHHHHH!” they both turned suddenly to silence him, their index fingers at the
middle of their lips. Surprised, Will was now on his way too, jumping with his
sleeping bag, almost falling, but keeping his balance the last minute, yawning
a few feet away from them, until his eyes met the object of their glaring that
drove the last traces of sleep out of his system.
Unconsciously Mike felt their presence, beginning to wake up, memories from
last night slowly coming back to him. El.He half smiled moving his hand up and
down the warm, smooth skin of her back, pressing her closer to his uncovered
torso, her arm around his waist, koala hug, he thought. His eyes opened
momentarily and closed back instantly, his brain not really quick enough to
understand and react to the image of his best friends staring at them. Thenhe
made the connection, jerking at his position, his arm tightening a little too
hard, a little too fast around El’s petit body earning him a muffled noise. His
eyes moving from face to face and he opened his mouth to say something, but he
didn’t know what, so he let his head fall back again, accepting the unfortunate
turn of events. At last he mouthed intensively “IT’S. NAWT. WHAT. IT. LOOKS.
LIKE.” his left hand joining the fight to explain the situation with concise
movements and his friends just giggled at the gradual redness of his face.
Lucas made a sign to let him know that they would leave in a while and let his
sleeping bag fall to the floor, a dirty smile still lingering on his face.
Dustin gave him a thumps up and purred as quietly as he could making Will
laugh, who bit down his lower lip so he wouldn’t wake El up, and Mike placed
his arm over his eyes not wanting to meet their eyes anymore.
He kept his arm there, just listening to them packing their stuff, but
preferring to concentrate on El’s steady breath on his skin that made him
extremely conscious of every other part of her body that came in contact with
his, making it impossible to keep his mind from wandering, replaying last
night’s early hours. It was finally when he heard their steps on the stairs and
then the door open and close that he hesitantly moved his arm away from his
eyes and snuggled closer to El, inhaling the smell of her hair and skin,
storing it to his memory, holding her closer and placing a small kiss at the
top of her hairline, moving her curls behind her ear. So beautiful and so
unaware of it.
                               *       *       *
That March meetup worked like an awakening for both Mike and Eleven and the
weeks that followed were filled with tension and wanting.
                                      EL
It’s been a week since she woke up next to Mike, nextbeing an understatement,
more like onMike, his chest under her head ascending rhythmically with every
inhalation, his hand running up and down her back, that combined with the
morning chill, sent a flare of goose bumps down her spine, his body suddenly
aware of her slowly waking up. She caressed his side, not opening her eyes just
yet, just feeling him. A shy smile creeping up her face as she noticed a small
hitch in his breath, and turned her face to plant a kiss at the center of his
torso. His hand came to cup her face as her chin rested at the spot of her
kiss. “Hi!” he said, his voice hoarse, sounding sexy without even a bit of
trying, he smiled down at her and she brought her lower lip between her teeth,
while sliding her hand up and behind his neck, urging herself up and him
forward to join their lips, their naked upper bodies rubbing against each other
at the movement in a delicious manner.
Now, she had woken up at her own bed, alone, no comforter or blanket equivalent
to his warmth and she let herself lay there for just a little while longer,
valuing the state between dream and reality, where every thought and fantasy
feels somewhat more realistic, possible even, true. She went back to these
early morning hours when he wrapped his arm around her waist and shifted their
positions, overpowering her and climbing on top of her. She liked dominant Mike
and her back arched from the mattress as she could feel him once again, her
legs spreading wider automatically, welcoming him to repeat his actions, this
time through her memories. Her hand travelled lower and between her legs, where
he should be.
She remembered how the tip of his erection bumped against her wet core with
each roll of his hips and felt herself respond accordingly, feeling the same
heat originating from her core, under her fingers. She fantasized of his
searching hand, how it explored and roamed over her naked body, how he reached
for her nipples, and mimicked his motions, lifting her shirt higher, her eyes
shut tight, concentrating to every single detail she could remember. She ran
her hand over her perky breasts and now hardened nipples, wishing her hand to
be replaced by his. She caught one between her index finger and thump, rolling
the stiff bud and then pinching it, imagining his mouth on hers and his breath
heavy over her parted lips. She remembered his question and how eagerly she
accepted, trusting him completely and letting him guide her to unknown lands.
The moment his mouth closed around her nipple, brushing over it with his teeth
joyfully, shifting his gaze to look at her reaction through his thick
eyelashes, was the moment her eyelids filled with stars and at the thought
alone her hand instinctively dived below her sweatpants chasing that thingshe
had felt when rubbing herself against his thigh. Her arousal surprised her,
instantly coating her fingers with her wetness the moment she cupped her bottom
gently, her palm spread out, and she could feel the rightness of this, how her
body was preparing itself for something more,something she wanted to experience
with him. Her middle finger dipped between her folds, searching without
success. So she moved a bit higher and then, fuck,her fingers pressed over her
clit, sending tingles throughout her body.
A heavy moan escaped her parted lips and her hand pinched harder at her firm
nip, pulling lightly and gripping at the tender flesh, while the finger between
her folds pressed at her center, testing the power of this little button. She
pushed it again and this time it sent her legs flying towards each other, a
shock running through her nerve endings, trapping her hand in the middle. Now,
she moved her fingers against it, rubbing in a circular motion. The feeling was
out of this world and she couldn’t help but crave for hisfingers. How he would
place open-mouthed kisses at the side of her neck, maybe whisper sweet nothings
in her ear in contrast with his actions, nibble at her lobe. The heat at her
lower abdomen was almost unbearable now and she sought for her release, moving
faster, her arm’s muscles burning, her legs trembling, but the more she pushed
herself to her climax, the more she felt stuck one step behind, slowly
beginning to lose her rhythm and pattern, her movements becoming clumsy,
frustration dressing her flushed face, the unsuccessful attempt unnerving her.
She slowed down, took a deep breath and sighed, her pulses coming down to their
regular tempo, and removed her hand from her wet panties, lowering down her
shirt and dragging herself to the bathroom for a warm shower.
 
                                     MIKE
It was spring break and Nancy was back in Hawkins from her college, basically
out all the time with Jonathan or Steve, or both of them, as they stayed in
touch even when all three of them got accepted to different universities around
the country. When she wasn’t outside reuniting with her high school friends,
going to movie nights or having sleep overs here and there, she was mostly home
with Mike, joining their powers to avoid anything that had to do with their
parents, and catching up on each other’s news and gossip, until she decided it
was time to drop the bomb.
“So, how are things going with El?” she asked casually, not meeting Mike’s eyes
as she felt his body tighten up at the subject.
“Everything’s cool, you know, with the meetups, yeah, Hopper is great for
letting her come once a month, come, uh, I mean, visit?, yeah come...”
Nancy looked at him sideways. “What? Wait ARE YOU GUYS HAVING SEX?” she said in
her most judging voice lifting herself up from her bed, where she was lying, to
stare at the direction of Mike.
“Wait, WHAT? NO! Nance, what the hell? NO! Of course not!” These past couple
years they agreed to tell everything to each other, no secrets, but it was
still weird to talk about girls with his sister, and not any girl; El. He was
clearly defending himself so poorly, because Nancy started wiggling her
eyebrows, combining the movement with a smirk. Fuck. Great. Now she knows. She
knows what? We haven’t had sex, duh! Wait, are we planning to? Wait, what?
“Earth to Mike WhEELER!”
“What?” he was so lost in thought that her persistence shook him.
“WHAT ‘WHAT’ YOU DOUCHE? Spill!” she commanded, ready for some juicy details of
her little brother’s love life.
“Nance, I told you!” he responded forcefully, trying to give an end to the
subject. “We’re not having any sex…” but this time his voice lowered,
embarrassed under his sister’s eyes, there was no hint of mystery or lying in
his voice. It was the truth, Nancy could see that, but she could also see some
discomfort in his movements.
“Wheeler, I can see right through you, you asshole. Stop overthinking and just
tell me whatever it is you want to.” She said, not a sign of judgment in her
voice.
Mike thought about it, while messing with the sleeves of his pajamas. Just,
tell her. It’s easier said than done. Ugh, just, plain and simple. “How do you
girls come?” Ew, ew, ewww. Don’t think about Nancy and Steve. Great. Fuck.
UGH.“OKEY, SO-” he startled Nance with his unexpected beginning “-you see, El
and, and I, we- wecamealittleclosetheothernight, and, and I wanna know, you
know, how to… makethisgoodforher.” He was smoothing the wrinkles from her
comforter now, relieved that what he wanted to ask was out there, but nervous
about her reaction and response.
“Are we still not talking about sex? Cause, if we are I’ll need to talk you
through some basics first and about protection and how to-”
“STILL NOT TALKING ABOUT SEX.” He cut her mumbling short, afraid that this
would turn into some uncomfortable sex-talk, not that it wasn’t already
uncomfortable, but still, it wasn’t a topic he was ready to discuss.
“Okay, so, foreplay then.” Nancy asked softly, calming him down, he gave her a
small nod and she tried to understand what he had in mind. “As much as I enjoy
playing the guessing game, you’re gonna have to give me some information at one
point.”
He sighed. “I want to know… how to fucking finger her, goddammit.” He had
leaned forward, steading himself on his hands, pronouncing clearly every word
(especially the ones beginning with “f”) without shame, and Nancy’s eyes shot
wide in astonishment. She had never seen him again like that, never heard him
say anything dirty, and the thought that her little brother had grown from the
shy kid she remembered into a teen that was probably a lot more dominant than
the way he seemed now in his love life crossed her mind, leaving her feeling
some kind of pride, and she couldn’t help but smile. At this reaction, Mike
felt self-conscious, leaning back again to his previous position, looking down
and biting nervously his lower lip.
“Look Mike, I’ll explain this the best I can, so just hear me out, even if you
start feeling extremely uncomfortable, because I’m telling you, you will.” She
waited for his consent, understanding how difficult it must have been for him
to ask her about this topic and how much he must care about El in order to put
himself out there like this.
“I understand this is going to be the first time both of you try something like
this, so you mustprepare her. You must kiss a lot, a lot, foreplay is the key-”
she stared straight at him, completely serious, making herself understood and
he nodded, unable to keep his eyes at hers more than a few seconds “-and maybe,
I don’t know if you’ve done that already or not, but most women like some-” she
delicately showed her breasts instead of saying it, “-action. That should be
enough to get her aroused, but you’ll feel it too, you’ll sense it. Then it’ll
be the time to touch her.”
Mike listened carefully, but after Nancy suggested that that would be the time
to touch El, feel her arousal, which meant feel her wetness, Eleven filled his
mind and all his senses. “Your hands should be warm, that way her body will
welcome them easier”, Nance continued and he imagined his hands burning from
all the touching of her skin. “Girls are a bit more complicated down there, so
you should take it slow, she’ll probably be very sensitive to any kind of
touching.” He remember how she whined when he bit her perfect, hardened nipple
with his teeth, how her hands took a handful of his hair, keeping him to her
chest, how warm her core felt through the fabric of his pants, and ached to
cause these delicious sounds again. “Spread her arousal up and down, and you’ll
probably touch a little bud at the top of her that’ll electrify her. That’s her
clit.” He thought about the way she grinded herself down his thigh and how he
craved to find that spot himself. “That’s a very responsive part of her body
and contains thousands of nerve endings. Now, what you should do with it is to
rub it, circle it, softly press it, but always be gentle and keep an ear on her
responses. She will be your guide.” He fantasized about spreading her legs
wider, leaning on top of her and his hand diving between her folds, her wetness
coating his fingers, the smell of her skin and the taste of her lips
intoxicating him, how her hands would come up to grab him by his shoulders as
he’d find that secret spot, how her eyes would roll backwards, how she would
leave her neck exposed tilting her head back and he would get the chance to
suck her delicate skin, while rubbing her clit eliciting beautiful moans from
her mouth. “About the fingering part, you should be extra careful. Don’t thrust
in deep or fast or anything, because it will probably hurt like hell. Go slow
again, try with your middle finger, push in to your first knuckle, if she’s
okay with it thenyou can push a little deeper and if you are on top of her and
your hand is curved upwards, curl your finger upwards. There’s a theory about
the G-spot, you might find it, you might not. Either way, don’t thrust in
vigorously, she’s not a change purse and you’re not looking for quarters. For
best results try to stimulate both clit and vagina. That’s all I had to say,
good luck and may the force be with you, lil bro.”
She was talking for more than half an hour now and Mike was thankful for the
way she finished her seminar. He stood up to leave and when he reached her door
he turned to look at her “Thanks, Nance.”
She nodded. “You’re a good boyfriend, Mike Wheeler.”
                               *       *       *
March came and left like a lightning bolt, and now the second week of April was
almost coming to its end, the weather was getting warmer and Jim had decided to
take some days off from his job in order to take El somewhere else, somewhere
where it would be just the two of them away from this tow. After discussing the
possibility with El she agreed to leave early Saturday morning before the first
light after her April meetup with the boys, and as much as she wanted to stay
the night at Mike’s, Hopper rarely took days off and there would always be
another meetup next month. She was excited to leave the city for some days, go
somewhere where she wouldn’t be recognized and for once, stay outside to enjoy
the warmth of the spring sun, that was starting to warm up.
Hopper drove her to the Wheeler’s that Friday evening, giving her a playful
squeeze at her smiling cheek “I’ll pick you up at midnight.” She nodded and
opened the door, glancing one last time behind her shoulder, she rang the bell
and Mike’s mom answered the door inviting her in “We’ll have dinner in a few,
go join Mike at the table!”
There he was, pacing back and forth, and she sneakily hugged him from behind,
lacing her hands together and resting her face in between his shoulder blades.
He smiled to himself and took his hands from his pockets, turning to face her,
fingers coming to rest at the base of her hair, thumbs stroking her cheekbones.
He leaned to caress her nose with his own whispering to her lips “Missed you,
babe. Missed you a lot.” Her embrace tightened and he joined their lips,
parting his lips for her tongue to softly brush against his. They parted ways
the moment his parents walked in, sharing an endearing little grin as they both
sat at one side of the table, each touching the other’s thigh with their hands
under the table, his parents unaware of any action.
The dinner was going great and El turned her face to catch Mike drinking some
of the juice in his glass. “I masturbated” she said, loud enough only for him
to hear and he spit the juice back to his glass, almost choking, and coughing
at the rest that slid down the wrong path of his lungs. Everyone turned to look
at him, his mom came behind him to pat him on his back. “I’m okay, I’m okay” he
said lifting one hand up, his voice still hoarse from the coughing and she
tried to keep herself from laughing. He looked at her with a huge grin on his
face “You’ll be the death of me, woman!” at this, they both laughed and then
tried to finish their meal. Without moving he continued “Did you cum?” eating a
piece of bread. “No” she answered, kinda disappointed, cutting the food in her
plate. He casually placed his hand high on her thigh, very close to her
underwear “Don’t worry babe, I can get you there” he responded turning to look
and smirk at her with confidence he didn’t have other times and the fire in his
eyes caused a burning deep inside her.  She was no longer hungry for dinner.
She was hungry for something else. Mike Wheeler.
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