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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Stranger_Things_(TV_2016)
  Relationship:
      Eleven/Mike_Wheeler, Eleven_&_Mike_Wheeler, mileven_-_Relationship
  Character:
      Mike_Wheeler, Eleven_(Stranger_Things), Jim_"Chief"_Hopper, Lucas
      Sinclair, Dustin_Henderson, Will_Byers
  Additional Tags:
      Aged-Up_Character(s), stranger_things, Masturbation, Voyeurism,
      Accidental_Voyeurism, Making_Out, Lazy_Mornings, Kissing, Fluff_and_Smut,
      Fluff_and_Angst, Snow_Ball_(Stranger_Things), Exhibitionism, Eleven/Mike
      Wheeler-Centric, Jim_"Chief"_Hopper_Adopts_Eleven, Protective_Parent_Jim
      "Chief"_Hopper, Eleven/Mike_Wheeler_Fluff, Eleven_and_Mike_Wheeler_are
      Cute, Mileven, Everything_is_Beautiful_and_Nothing_Hurts, OTP_Feels, One
      Shot, First_Love, True_Love, Horny_Teenagers
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Year_We_Waited_(Mileven_One-Shots)
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-16 Words: 2801
****** Watch Me Touch Myself ******
by MissCorn
Summary
     After the Snow Ball, Eleven and Hopper are back to staying hidden,
     but Hop lets her see her friends once per month to keep her
     satisfied. A little fluff regarding those monthly meet ups plus a
     heated night!
     OR
     Eleven is getting more powerful and one night while using her powers
     she stumbles upon a horny Mike ;)
Notes
     * You can find me at https://mikes2ndcousinfromsweden.tumblr.com/
     where you can always send me requests <3
     * This is my first fanfic on Stranger Things and feedback is always
     welcomeeee!
     (* The characters are all aged-up)
 
Jim Hopper had everything under control, everything figured out. The rules
where back and fully active and Eleven would continue to stay hidden for
another year. BUT! When he saw how disciplined, and pleased at the same time,
El was after seeing her friends again and going to the Snow Ball with Mike, she
stopped counting days, she followed the rules, she didn’t act like a prisoner
or a little brat anymore and wouldn’t make a big fuss if Jim forgot to inform
her on extra busy days that he wouldn’t be home for a couple more hours, like
she did the last days before running away to search for her mother, he promised
her that she could go outside once every month, after dark, preferably to one
of the boys’ homes, and be back before dawn, preferably brought back by one of
the parents or Jonathan. And that promise was a true promise. One he would
never break. Oh, and TV at all times.
Three months had passed since the Snow Ball and the year was now 1985. She
missed Mike more and more as the day of their future meeting was getting closer
and the day of their last meeting was getting further away. She had craved to
touch him again from the moment their eyes met through his living room window
that night she killed the Demogorgon, and the day she came back from Chicago
she got to do it. To actually hold him and be held by him, finally, not just
observe him one-sidedly without him knowing with the help of her psychic powers
and then turn him into smoke every time she tried to touch him. When they
pulled apart she noticed there was a height difference now, one she wasn’t used
to before, but grew to love instantly, and he felt bigger, stronger in her arms
making her feel protected and safe.
At the Snow Ball they had kissed again. She had tried to do so the day they
reunited, but had failed due to the circumstances that surrounded them. One of
these circumstances being Jim calling her name seconds before their lips could
touch. Maybe she wasn’t completely sure what kissing meant even now, but the
people inside the television, “actors” said Jim’s voice in her mind,were doing
it when they loved each other, and quite frankly that’s how she felt around
Mike. Their first kiss might have been unexpected, but the one at the ball was
definitely desired by both sides. When it was time to leave and go back to
staying hidden from the world, Mike had taken her hand and hauled her away from
the gym, where the dance floor was, and to the north wing of the school. At
first he looked like he was struggling to find the words to express himself
avoiding to meet her eyes, but El knew. She could read him like an open book.
“I’m not going away ever again, Mike.”
She reached out with her hand to cup his cheek lifting his face so he could see
in her eyes that she truly meant it. Then she stood on her tip toes rising
herself a little higher and he leaned closer. They kissed, but this time it was
deeper. After the first peck, he came in with force, crushing their lips
together, his arms coming to hug her waist, pushing her against the corridor
wall. She felt the tip of his tongue asking for permission to enter her mouth
causing her eyes to fly wide open at the new sensation and her mouth to shyly
open up. Her body seemed to know how to react better than she thought,
imitating Mike’s motions effortlessly pushing her tongue in when he took his
out. Her hand, which was still placed at the side of his face, moved to the
back of his neck pulling him closer. He tasted like strawberry punch and she
couldn’t get enough. It was kind of sloppy and sometimes their teeth bumped,
but no one seemed to care. His hand came up to hold her face tilted and he
pressed their bodies together, while El’s hand smoothly made its way under his
suit and ended up on top of his chest, burning a hand-like hole through his
shirt with her petite palm. Suddenly, steps startled them and they glanced
flushed at their direction trying to make out who it was.
“Dustin?”,they both wondered, their minds still hazy from making out.
“You’ve been gone for half an hour!”
Mike and Eleven exchanged a concerned look and ran after Dustin back to the
gym. Hopper had just entered and was looking around searching for her. Their
eyes met and he headed towards them with heavy steps. She let go of his hand
gradually, delaying the inevitable parting of their ways and they both acted
their most innocent selves. The night had come to an end, but now they knew
that she was his and he was hers, and in a month they would be together again.
In January, she convinced Hopper to let her stay overnight at the Wheeler’s and
he agreed with only one condition: Lucas, Will and Dustin would also sleepover.
She had arrived earlier than the guys to have some alone time with Mike and
they mostly spent it holding and kissing each other lazily in comfortable
silence, arms and legs tangled on his basement couch, no need for words when
they could communicate their feelings so perfectly through their actions. They
had stayed like this, staring and smiling at one another, her hand on his hip
touching his bare, smooth skin that had been exposed by his shirt sliding up,
his fingertips drawing circles on her back occasionally stopping at the nape of
her neck to draw her to a kiss. Their lips touching tenderly, at first not even
bothering to open up, then things got heated and their curious and hungry hands
went travelling up and down each other’s bodies before it got back to being a
lazy make out session minutes before the guys knocked on the front door.
The rest of the evening was just secret touches under the table, quick pecks on
the lips that earned them diverse reactions each time, and El using her powers
to lift Mike’s shirt a few inches winning herself a smirk and a mischievous
look from him.
February had her practicing her powers more often. After Kali helped her
somehow expand them, she was able to visit Mike at almost any time, even
without using a cloth over her eyes or turning on some kind of static sound to
cut off the outside noise. When they met they had talked about it and now he
knew that when he felt her presence, she actually was there. She was able to
see more, now, than just the person she had in mind and stay concentrated for
longer periods of time. She could see more objects and details, sometimes whole
rooms if they were small or simple enough. It felt more solid, genuine in
existence and made her feel a sense of accomplishment, like she was getting
better, getting somewhere, evolving.
One time she visited Mike and the guys at school, and sat with them for a whole
hour, attending the class of Mr. Clarke. He was the science teacher she met the
first week she escaped from Hawkins Lab, as Mike’s second cousin from Sweden.
At the time she wasn’t in a position to understand how ridiculous and childish
that explanation must have sounded, but now she smiled and giggled at the
memory of their reactions and random thinking under pressure. The guys always
talked about him and how great he was, and now she was seeing him in action,or
more like spyinghim in action. See could see all four of her friends plus Mr.
Clarke, the blackboard, part of the tiled floor and all their desks. That was
more people than she had ever visited at once ever before and it made her feel…
normal. For an hour she was a typical tenth grader like any other, in high
school, attending classes amongst her best friends and the boy she liked.
Other times she visited the Wheeler’s basement when the boys were playing
Dungeons & Dragons, observing their moves and language, “terminology” said
Hopper,in order to understand how to play this board game the next time they
all meet and keep up with the plot and story.
What she usually did, though, was to visit Mike at night. She would lie down on
her right side and wait till Jim went to bed as well, then she would close her
eyes and bring Mike’s features to her mind, his black mop of hair, his deep
brown eyes, his high cheekbones, his uncountable freckles, his full lips and
how they felt through hers, and imagine herself being drawn to him. Then she
would find herself either wandering in his room, spotting him already at his
bed or already next to him as he would always lie at the left side of his bed,
turned to his side waiting for her. As her powers where getting stronger she
was able to make her presence more noticeable, like slightly moving the
curtains or whispering some words. Like a ghost. Mike believed that she might
be able to teleport at some point in the near future. So, when she visited Mike
she would observe him, listen to his breathing, touch his hair, he said that
once he felt her caressing him, and it made her cheeks all rosy although they
had gone further than just simple fond touches, and imagine how it would feel
to sleep next to him with her body not only her mind.
The day before their March meet up, Eleven closed her eyes and thought of
Mike’s curls. She was back at the no-place, when she saw a light and followed
it. As she got closer she saw part of the Wheeler’s bathroom and Mike brushing
his teeth, then drinking some water and spitting it to the sink before heading
back to his bedroom with El following him from behind. Some minutes had passed
and he seemed uneasy and uncomfortable under his covers, turning from side to
side and throwing his arm over his eyes. His other hand, slid slowly from the
top of his stomach down his lower abdomen. He kicked his covers and readjusted
his body, his arm no longer over his eyes, but on his side, and his head tilted
backwards with closed eyes and parted lips. She stood there examining this new
behavior of his, her eyes fixed on his hand, which was now massaging leisurely
himself between his thighs. He pushed the waistband of his sweatpants lower
down over his knees revealing his light grey boxer shorts that hung loosely
around his hips and his- his hard on that was creating a small tent in his
underwear, still restricted by the fabric. He inhaled deeply as he brushed over
the length with his fingers, teasing himself, and his cock twitched, reacting
to the soft caress, getting harder. He cupped his erection over the light
fabric before hooking a thumb at the side of his boxers and lifting his hips
from the bed to allow for his underwear to slide down his legs and meet his
pants, freeing his cock, that looked like it was already leaking, with a
bounce.
Eleven gasped at the sight. Guilt had built up inside her chest, but she was
unable to make herself move. She had heard Lucas and Mike making masturbation
jokes when at the basement but never paid much attention as she wasn’t sure
what most of the euphemisms they used really meant. Later on, when it was just
the two of them she had asked Mike and he, blushing, had tried his best to
explain what it was and the meaning behind some of the silly jokes. And that’s
how she knew how things would escalade from that point.
Subconsciously, she tightened her fists that were starting to sweat. He brought
his hand up to his mouth and spit then wrapped it tightly around his aching
cock, his mouth opened wider, a groan escaping from his slick lips and she
swallowed hard feeling a strange burning sensation in her belly. He stoked up
and down a few times and spread his knees wider for better access. Eleven’s
breath caught in her throat and she had a brief look around the room feeling
exposed even though she knew her body wasn’t really there and no one could see
or sense her.
His pace had quickened into a glide now, his hand moving faster up and down his
shaft, his spit and precome producing a wet sound that made El lick her lips
catching herself thinking about its taste. She watched as the flushed head of
his cock disappeared into his fist and how the tip leaked more precome every
few strokes when his hand was clenching at the base, his thumb coming to swipe
it off from his slit. His breathing was becoming uneven, groans escaping his
mouth every time he squeezed under the head of his cock, some of them
successfully muffled by his teeth sinking into his free arm.
His hand was moving faster now, his moves turning sloppy, his heels dug to his
mattress in order for him to thrust with his hips into his hand. He was
mouthing something under his breath and Eleven, shyly, took one step closer to
listen to his choked off whisper. “El- El…” Mike’s strokes shortened turning to
tight, rhythmic clenching around the head of his cock. His head dropped back as
he gasped and stuttered out a moan, his back arching off his bed and he gave
himself a final squeeze right at the base of his dick before his body
stiffened. His cum came shooting in ropes at his bare stomach and t-shirt, he
was panting, the movement of his hand slickening as cum leaked over the top of
his hand, from between his fingers, and he used it to stroke his still hard
cock once more.
El let out a breath she didn’t knew she was holding. Mike turned his head still
coming down from his orgasm, lazily opened his eyes and strangelylooked
directly at her. She shifted uncomfortably. “El?” Shocked, she almost lost her
focus. “I can feel you, El. You can’t fool me. I felt your presence the moment
I lowered my pants.” He was still panting, but he had a grin on his face. “Your
feelings gave you away. I could sense you.” He said with a smirk and turned to
look at the ceiling, relaxed. He sat up and took off his stained shirt,
cleaning himself up and tucking his softening member back to his underwear. She
closed the distance between them and climbed into his bed. “Mike.” She
whispered in an apologetic tone. Their faces were inches away. She was so close
to his barely clothed body and had the urge to kiss his swollen lips. “I wanted
you to watch me.” He turned and looked at her. Her heart skipped a beat.
                               *       *       *
The next evening it was the first time Hopper saw El nervous about something
that wasn’t eggos. He drove her to the Wheeler’s house, but the moment she
opened the door he leaned over her and closed it. “You okay, kid?” Maybe he
didn’t always show it, but he didworry about her. She took her time to think
and nodded with a small smile.
She stood outside the basement door, listening to their yelling, Dustin
purringevery now and then and Lucas and Will making assumptions about the
monster that would enter the game in this round. She took a deep breath and
opened the door. She went down the stairs, at first seeing only their colorful,
stripped shirts, then Dustin’s face, Lucas’ and Will’s and finally… Mike’s. All
of them had turned to see who it was, so no one noticed the naughty smirk Mike
shoot El when their eyes met.
They all talked at the same time for a few minutes before bringing a chair for
her to sit next to Mike. They all sat down and while the guys were back at
making fun of Dustin’s purrs, Mike leaned towards her, held her hand with his,
intertwining their fingers and placing them on top of her lap and turned to
kiss her on her cheek whispering “Thanks, for coming!” emphasizing that last
word. She shifted to look at him and grinned widely before bringing their
mouths together in a playful kiss. That was the first masturbation joke she
understood.
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