Hey guys! I'm back! As promised, even though it's a little late lol It's eleven here, and I'm finally getting this done, so forgive me DX BUT YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS. SMUT WARNING. Like... the entire chapter is just smut. So if you don't want smutty Mileven, then skip to next chapter where the action will pick up :) I hope this chapter is everything you guys wanted and more ;D Enjoy and leave me a little review to let me know what you think. You guys are the fuel to my muse!

Chapter 21:

Eleven laid back onto the mattress, her hair spreading out on the pillow underneath her. She had made it very clear to Mike, as clear as she could, about what she wanted. It was hard not to, when he teased her so often, starting and stopping when he felt it was appropriate. Now, she just wanted him, all of him, the way that he wanted to give himself to her. She may not know everything there is to know about sex, but she was ready to learn.

Mike lowered himself down onto her, hands sliding up her waist, under her shirt, moving slowly over the soft skin of her sides and abdomen. Eleven focused for a moment, and Mike was a little surprised to hear his button on his jeans pop loose when Eleven's arms were wrapped around his neck. He looked down to see his jeans open now, and he witnessed the zipper sliding down. When he looked up, a little spot of blood was forming under her nose, but she seemed unphased.

"Eleven, I really wish you wouldn't," he told her with a playful roll of his eyes. "You could just take them off yourself." She grinned up at him, not really saying anything. She didn't have words anymore, and she didn't want to talk. She just wanted him, in the way that she almost had him a couple nights ago. The way he treated her then, like she wasn't this fragile thing, it was thrilling. She didn't want to always be fragile.

"It's okay," she told him. "Like before," she asked, hoping he would understand. Of course, Mike had been around her long enough to know what she was saying, and to understand what she meant even with her limited vocabulary. He smirked down at her, then reached up to grab her wrists. He jerked them upwards, drawing a gasp from her lips as he pinned them above her head, down into the pillows beneath her.

"Like this?" He asked her in a low, seductive tone. Eleven nodded quickly, her eyes fluttering closed as his lips lowered to her throat. He just brushed them over the soft skin of her neck for a moment, teasing her with his hot breaths on her skin. Then, he pressed his lips to her, starting at her neck, then trailing the kisses down to her shoulder, then to her collarbone, his movements growing more feverish as he moved down. He stopped at the place her dress was covering.

He let go of her wrists, reaching down to take her by the shoulders and flip her onto her stomach. She went to push up, but he quickly pushed her arms down into the bed again, not letting her move. She whined in protest, but he ignored her as he bent down to slowly unzip her dress with his teeth. Once the zipper was all the way down, he let go of her arms to slide the spaghetti straps off of her shoulders. He let his mouth explore the exposed skin for a moment, kissing and nipping at her shoulder and neck before sitting back to pull the top of the dress down. Eleven reached to shove it the rest of the way off, but he grabbed her hands to stop her.

"Leave it on." It had always been a little bit of a fantasy of his to have to reach under a skirt, which he gladly did to remove the underwear she had on. They slid down her legs with ease, and he tossed them to the floor. Eleven didn't protest, she didn't say anything to stop him from what he was doing. It was exactly what she wanted, what she had been wanting ever since he started it the one night, after the truth or dare game. Jealousy was what seemed to get him a little rougher, but now, he was doing the exact same thing with a handsome, devilish grin, without the drive of jealousy, with only the strong desire he had for Eleven, and for pleasing her.

He rolled her back over, though she was eager to, so it didn't require as much physical effort. He looked down at her now, her chest bared to him and her dressed rolled down to her hips. She was picture perfect, the sexiest thing he'd ever seen, in real life or in a magazine. Nothing compared to her, nothing. He knew that these moments were to be cherished, so he stayed still for a moment, taking her in, letting his brain imprint the image into his memory. He didn't stop until she started to blush and turn her face away.

"You're beautiful," he told her, using his fingertips to bring her face back to his. "You're so beautiful, El." She wrapped her arms around his neck again, pulling him down into a kiss, hard, passionate, desperate for his attention and his touch. Mike tore his lips away from hers after a moment, moving down to tease her breasts with his tongue and his teeth, providing an adequate amount of pleasure mixed with a tiny bit of pain, which was what he figured she had been wanting. She winced and yelped when he teeth bit a little too hard, but those sounds were quickly followed by ones much more pleasing to Mike's ears. She was loving it, every moment of it, which he had hardly expected the first time, since she was so shy and reserved. Now, she just wanted to feel everything to the highest intensity.

"Mike," she whined, tugging at his jeans where the button had been broken. Mike grinned up at her, having more in mind than just rolling around in the sheets this time. He was going to go all out for her, and in the process, go through a few of the fantasies he'd always had that he never got to explore. He moved away from her entirely now, until he was standing up at the end of the bed. Eleven pushed herself upright, then crawled after him, sitting on her knees and pouting at him. She thought he was quitting on her again.

"Take them off, El," he told her, and she understood. She started to focus on the denim fabric around his waist, but he took her face in his hands and lifted it to his again, catching her gaze and cutting off her focus. "No, El. No powers. Do it yourself. For me." He used his shirt to wipe away the blood that started to drip under her nose, and she nodded back to him in understanding. Eleven grabbed the waistband of his jeans and tugged him down, then she grabbed the band of his boxers, and she peeled that away, too. Mike took the time to take off his shirt himself, since he had gotten her blood on it anyways.

He stepped out of his jeans, then reached down and grabbed her, hoisting her off the bed. He thought back to when he was too small, too skinny to even lift her. Now, he was taller, more muscular, and he could lift her with relative ease. He turned once she was in his arms, pushing her back against the wall. She dropped down onto her toes, staring up at him as he pushed her into the wallpaper even harder.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Yes," she answered quickly, desperately, wanting so badly to just keep going. He was talking too much, but she knew at the same time he was holding out on her on purpose. He was teasing her, driving her crazy. "Mike, please. Now." He kissed her quickly, then bent down to grab her by the legs, hoisting her back up off the ground, wrapping her legs around his waist. She held onto him by his neck, her whole body trembling with impatient desire, just ready to be with him like she had been before. He pushed the bottom of the dress up a little to give him better access.

The initial pressure of him was a bit painful. It was only her second time, and Mike knew that, so he moved slow at first to let her body adjust to him. She bit down on her lip, her eyes squeezing shut, and her grip on him tightening. She whimpered a little, but she wasn't in the least bit scared off. Once it started to ease, she opened her eyes again to look at Mike, to encourage him to keep going. He got a grip on her again, holding her tighter, in the right way, and he bounced her once. She let out a gasp, then a small moan, quick and low.

"More?" He asked, struggling to hold back his own sounds. He wanted it to be all about her, her feelings, her sounds, her desires. That's all he was going to focus on. Eleven nodded repeatedly, then tightened her grip on him. Mike was thankful that he was stronger, and that he could hold her easily. He bounced her again, and again, and again, slow at first, then faster, pushing her back into the wall harder as he started to move faster. It was actually hurting her back how hard she was being pushed into the solid surface behind her, but it was buried beneath how good Mike felt inside of her.

Mike groaned, trying to do it quietly, but it was difficult. She felt phenomenal. Getting to be with her like this, with no reserves, no being careful, Mike could hardly contain himself. It was a struggle to stay quiet, and he knew that she was going to drive him crazy like this.

He pulled her away from the wall, which she was a little grateful for. He dropped her on the bed, coming down on top of her immediately, never once removing himself from her. Mike slid his hands under her thighs, lifting them and her hips a little so he could push deeper, which make Eleven cry out. He almost stopped and let her go, but when he looked up at her face, she was biting down on her lip, and behind the slight pain, he could see a small grin. She was getting exactly what she wanted, and she didn't want him to stop, so he didn't.

"Eleven, I want to try something with you," he breathed, trying to talk without letting out any of the sounds of pleasure. His hips stopped their movement for a moment, so he could get a response from her. "You trust me, right?"

"Yes," she told him, wishing he hadn't stopped. "Try it," she nodded her approval. Mike took a deep breath, not entirely sure how eleven would react to what he wanted to do. If she wanted it rough, which she acted like she did, then hopefully it wouldn't be a problem. He flipped her over again, then pulled her hips up so that she was on her hands and knees. He pushed back into her, and she gasped again, like she did every time he did that to her. Mike reached forward, hesitating a little, but he ultimately decided to go through with it.

"Come here," he said gruffly, burying his hand in her hair and grabbing a handful of it. He pulled her up, so that she was sitting upright on her knees, that same as he was. She winced a little at the pain of his hand holding onto a mass of her brown waves, but she forgot all about it when his hips started moving again, pushing him up into her over and over. The pain seemed to mix well with the amazing feeling of Mike. She wasn't at all concerned with it anymore, and her arms reached back to bury her fingers in his hair, resting the bottom of her palm on the back of his neck. "There you go," Mike purred in her ear. "That's a good girl."

Eleven could have stayed like that forever if it wasn't for that feeling bubbling up in her gut. Mike felt her body start to tense, and he knew that she was getting close. He couldn't let her, though, not yet. No, he wasn't far off himself, and he wanted to wait, until he was ready. He let go of her hair, and he stopped for a moment. He rolled her onto her back again. He wanted to see her face, that beautiful, sexy face. He got back into position, between her thighs, and he started his hips again. Eleven let out another moan, this one louder than before. She just wanted to reach that end now. It was building up inside of her, and she just wanted that feeling of ultimate pleasure, the one Mike had given her before.

"Please, don't stop," she breathed out, and hearing those words turned Mike on more than she would ever know. He lifted her hips again so he could bury himself deep each time, which only sent him closer to the edge himself. As her body tensed, he inched closer to the edge, and when she suddenly convulsed, squeezing him, Mike quickly jerked back.

The waves of pleasure rolled through Eleven as they had before, but for some reason, it was so much more intense this time. Her whole body tensed, her hands grasping the sheets beneath her tightly in her fists as she tried to steady her body. She was trembling as the orgasm rippled through her, making her pant and whimper through the entire thing.

Mike hovered over her, his own body shaking with the climax that she brought him to. He'd never experienced that before, not during sex. It was totally new to him, and so so amazing. He was glad he jerked back in time, but when it was over, and his body started to relax, he realized he had dirtied Eleven's dress.

"Sorry, El," he sighed, but she just giggled at him, which made him smile. Her grin was infectious, always had been. She pushed off her dress and kicked it to the floor. Her arms reached out for him, and he rolled onto the bed beside her. This time, instead of laying on his chest like she usually liked to do, she brought Mike's head to hers. He laid his head in the center of her still bare chest, listening to her heartbeat, admiring how warm her skin was against his. "Was it good, El?" He asked, that rough and sensual part of Mike disappearing for the time with his orgasm.

"Great," she told him honestly, hugging him tightly. "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me," he laughed. "It was amazing for me, too." He sat up and kissed her, much softer this time. There was a little bit of blood on her bottom lip, and with a quick look, he noticed she had bit down too hard and caused it to bleed. He kissed her again. "I'm sorry if I hurt you at all, El."

"Don't be sorry. I love you," she smiled at him. He nodded, then laid his head on her shoulder, snaking his arms around her waist to pull her closer to his body.

"I love you, too, El."

Sorry if it was too smutty XD I figured this is probably what you guys were waiting for, but if it was too much, my apologies. Hope it was good enough! Thanks for reading, and I'll update ASAP as always :D