hello, everyone!

here's a non-linear oneshot series that i've started over on wattpad (same username as here!).

*NOTE: this chapter contains (kinda rough) smut. please proceed with caution.*

Let Me (Back) In

It's Tuesday night and El Hopper is bored out of her mind. She's already done with all her homework, Max is hanging out with Lucas all night, and she broke up with Mike almost 2 weeks ago.

Her eyes went wide.

Mike.

She smirks and grabs the radio off her dresser along with the black blindfold next to it, bringing both items to her bed. She tunes the radio to a static channel and wraps the blindfold around her head, taking a deep breath as she enters the void.

When she opens her eyes in the void, she looks over and spots Mike, clearly working very hard on some kind of assignment.

He always works so hard on homework and she never understood it.

El walks over to him and looks over his shoulder, seeing that it's his American History assignment, one that she's already completed. She bends over and whispers in his ear,

"It's letter 'C'."

His head pops up and he looks around his room, finding that it's vacant, but he swore someone had just said something. And then he realizes who it was, the only person it could be.

Eleven.

"Go away, Eleven."

An idea suddenly pops into her head, a wide and mischievous grin spread across her face. She focused all her energy on the pencil in his hand, lifting it from his grip and circling the letter 'C' on his paper.

He huffs, grabbing the pencil back.

"Stop it, I'm not kidding."

But, of course, she didn't stop, continuing to circle all the correct answers on his page while he tried to grab it back.

Suddenly, his fists slam down on the desk.

"ELEVEN!"

She stops immediately, pencil dropping and bouncing off onto the floor. Oh, she'd really done it now...

Luckily, she wasn't his girlfriend anymore, so what was he gonna do about it?

Mike quickly spins around and looks right at her, as if he knows where she is in the room.

"Be ready."

Her stomach drops as he storms out of his room, slamming the door shut. She frantically searched for him again, but she couldn't find him anywhere.

Meanwhile, Mike was seething as he left the house and got into his brand new cherry red Camero. His knuckles were white while he pulled out of the neighborhood and onto the main road, foot pressing harder and harder on the gas as the trees whipped by his window.

He pulled up to the cabin and got out, stepping right over the tripwire that El and Hop had set up years earlier, walking up the steps to the door.

An incessant knocking, rather pounding, at the door brought her back to reality.

"Open the fucking door, Eleven!"

It was Mike. Shit.

She bit her lip and made her way out to the living room, the banging sounds intensifying along with his rage.

"Why should I?"

His knocking stopped, but the anger in his voice was more than evident. He was so pissed.

"Open it, right now."

El smirked. "No."

Mike's jaw clenched so hard, his teeth nearly cracked, hand colliding with the wooden door once again.

"Eleven..."

His tone was warning.

"I swear...if you don't open this door, I'm gonna break it down."

She chuckled. "Go for it, you're not that strong."

He slammed the door with more force than Eleven could process and soon, the locks were busted and Mike was standing in the doorway, glaring down at her.

Before she could even say anything, he grabbed her and stormed into her bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He threw her onto the bed and wrapped a hand around her neck, holding her in place.

"You think you're so funny, don't you?"

El giggled and Mike snarled, pressing harder on her, pushing her further into the mattress while his other hand worked on his pants.

"You're going to fucking regret spying on me, you little brat."

Finally, he'd undone his pants and slid them down far enough that he could pull his dick out, wrapping a hand around the base, starting to stroke it vigorously.

The sight alone, mixed with his rage, had Eleven rubbing her thighs together, which he quickly put a stop to, pinning her legs apart with his.

"No, you don't get to do that, not tonight. Not after what you did."

She whimpered, eyes glued on his rapidly moving hand, watching it bounce up and down his hardened length. It had been two weeks since her and Mike had been together and she'd been waiting for this, for him to snap, so that she could finally get the release that only Mike could give her.

He smirked when he saw her staring. "You've missed this cock, haven't you?"

Her eyes flickered up to his before she looked away, not wanting to give into him. She was gonna tease him until he couldn't take it anymore.

He suddenly bent down and slid his hand ip to her jaw, forcing her to look up at him.

"I didn't hear a response to my question."

She glared back up at him. "Probably because I didn't give you one."

His pressure on her neck increased and his hand stroked himself faster.

"You're such a pain in my ass, you know that? Why do you always have to be such a fucking brat?"

Eleven smirked ever so slightly.

"Because I know you love it, Michael. I know what you fucking like."

Suddenly he let her go, standing back up straight, hand still moving up and down his length, albeit a bit slower now.

"And I know what you like, El."

He flashed her a toothy grin before pointing to the floor in front of him.

"Get on your knees."

She rolled her eyes, staying in place. "You can't tell me what to do."

His eye twitched, a sure fire sign that he was about to lost it. Perfect, she thought, exactly where she wanted him to be.

"I said,"

He stepped forward and towered over her.

"Get on your knees."

El sat up on her elbows, giggling. "No."

Mike saw red as he lunged forward and pushed her up the bed, sitting on her chest, tip just centimeters away from her plump lips.

"Fine, you want to be a disrespectful little brat? Then I'll treat you like one."

He tapped his head against her lips, smearing the salty precum all over.

"I'll give you one chance to open your mouth before I force it open myself."

She stayed perfectly still, lips pursing.

Suddenly, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked it, causing her to yelp before he pushed forward, cock filling her mouth completely. She convulsed beneath him, choking at the sudden intrusion, hands pushing on his hips.

But he didn't budge, simply looking down at her while she choked, chuckling darkly when she tried to squirm away. When she finally stopped, he pulled out almost completely before shoving it back in, causing her to choke again.

"That's it, take it, you fucking brat. Gonna fuck your face so hard, fuck this bratty mouth until you learn your place."

Eleven shuddered, allowing the goosebumps to cover her skin as Mike established a brutal thrusting rhythm. His hands were on her cheeks, holding her in place as he fucked her mouth.

"Fuck, love this little mouth, so fucking eager for my big cock."

He could tell that she was trying to hold back, to make it seem like she wasn't enjoying herself, but he knew she was. She always liked it when he got rough with her, and his feelings about this breakup was making it more than easy for him.

His rhythm sped up, now rapidly fucking her mouth, watching the tears collect at the corners of her eyes.

"I know you like this, El, don't try to act like you don't. I know your body better than you do and I always will, no matter how many times you decide to fucking break up with me. You'll always be mine, my little cockslut."

Her chest caved in at his words, tears rolling down his cheeks. He was upset.

When he looked down at her, she could see the hurt, the anger in his eyes. It was so obvious, she didn't know why she hadn't recognize it when he stormed into the cabin.

She tapped on his thigh and he immediately pulled away, knowing that he'd really gone too far this time.

But, before he could apologize, she breathed,

"Mike..."

He looked down at the bedspread below. "El, I'm really sorry, I went too far-"

"No."

His eyebrows raised. "What?"

"I'm sorry."

Her eyes were watery.

"I didn't think..."

"Didn't think what, El? That your constant break-ups wouldn't affect me, that I wouldn't be angry or upset?"

She started chewing on her lip, tears now freely flowing down her cheeks.

"That you'd come back."

He tensed up at her words. Did she really think that he'd abandon her, after all they've been through together?

"Y-You thought that I would leave you and just let you break up with me?"

A choked sob came from her mouth. "I t-thought that, maybe, you w-wouldn't want to come back this time."

Mike slid down her body until he was eye level with her.

"I'll always come back for you, Eleven, always. I would never abandon you, not even if you abandon me."

She felt the familiar sting in her heart. Why did she keep breaking up with him?

Then she remembered why and a fiery anger roaring through her body.

Suddenly, Mike found himself on his back, looking up at El while she swiftly stripped naked.

"No, stop it. You don't get to do this, Mike, you don't get to come in here and expect me to just submit to you. This is exactly what we talked about before, why I broke up with you."

Her bare pussy was trembling as she yanked his pants and boxers down to his ankles. She began rocking herself back and forth on the bottom of his length.

"You're too controlling and you don't trust me, even if you say that you do."

He vehemently disagreed.

"I am not controlling, El, and you know it. I just like spending time with you, is that so bad?"

She ground down harder on top of him.

"You are controlling, Mike! You expect me to just drop everything and run to your side every time you get lonely or horny, what do you call that?"

Mike huffed. "You always over exaggerate things and make yourself seem like the victim, it fucking pisses me off."

His eyes were filled with pure rage as he spoke, more like yelled.

"You do the exact same thing to me! What did you think was going to happen tonight, huh? That I was just going to keep working and not come over here?!"

Her stomach sank. She did expect him to come over and fuck her like she wanted, no, needed. Perhaps it was a little selfish...

"Whatever. At least I trust you."

That one hurt, because Mike knew she was right. Even if he thought he did, he didn't completely trust her. He was always so worried that she'd run off with someone else, someone better, and just leave him behind.

"You know why trust is hard for me."

"Oh great," She rolled her eyes. "Here comes the sob story..."

He snarled, erection throbbing beneath her. "I know you're just saying that to get a rise out of me so that you can get what you want."

"No, Mike, I'm saying it because it's true! You always tell me how insecure you are, how much you worry about me finding someone else. Have you ever considered that I actually love you as much as you love me?!"

She was full-on crying at this point.

"You don't even realize it because you're so fucking wrapped up in your own insecurities that you don't even see it! How many times do I have to prove that I love you and that I don't want anyone but you? I'm sick of it, sick of having to prove myself and my love for you."

Mike didn't know what to think anymore, body still and eyes still on her as he processed everything.

"I just wish that you trusted me when I tell you stuff like this, Mike."

After a few moments, she gave up, starting to climb off of his lap.

"But I guess you never will, so you can just go."

His hand grabbed her hip and stopped her. She tried to get up, but he wouldn't let her, instead reaching up to capture her lips in a kiss.

She was surprised at first, but quickly sank into it, moving her lips with his. He opened his mouth and let her in, moaning when her tongue began exploring his mouth and her hands wrapped themselves in his hair.

"I...I do believe you, El, but it's just so hard for me to understand. No other girl has ever liked me when I liked them and being hurt that many times...it's ruined me and I'm sorry."

He looked down and sighed in defeat.

"I'm broken and I'll always be broken, but I want to work on it, i-if you'll let me back into your life. I love you so much, El, it makes me do and say stupid stuff, but I want to get better."

Eleven's lip began to quiver as she saw her beloved Mike start to cry. She rested her forehead on his and nuzzled her nose against him, which brought a small smile to both of their faces.

"I want to fix you, Mike, I want to help fix you. You fixed me all those years ago and now it's my turn."

His heart could burst at this moment, his love for her taking over his entire being as he moved to kiss her again. Their hands ran all over each other's bodies as they embraced each other, their love the only thing controlling them.

"I'll be better for you, El, I promise."

She began grinding back and forth on his lap as their kiss heated up, Mike's hands on her ass spurring her on.

"Mmmmm...Mike..."

He buries his face in her neck, cock pulsing and throbbing more with each of her swipes across his length, feeling himself fully harden once again.

"El, I need you, now."

Eleven moaned, pulling on his hair and sending a shiver down his spine.

"Please."

Mike quickly flipped them over so that he was on top once again, nudging his spongy head against her folds, groaning when he felt how wet she was.

"Fuck, baby, you're so wet."

She huffs. "Can't help it, I like when you get all aggressive, you know that."

"Tonight...I'm really sorry, that was a lot."

He cringed but before he could continue with his apology, she wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his back, encouraging his lips forward. Her back arched and she gasped when he was fully inside her, reveling in the way he stretched her out.

"M-Mike!"

She held his face in her hands.

"You weren't too rough earlier...I kinda liked it."

His eyes went wide. "Y-You liked that?"

El nodded, biting her lip, and Mike almost came right then and there.

"Do you like it when I call you names, Eleven?"

"Yes, I like it." She whimpered. "I like when you call me..."

He grinned against her skin. "When I call you what? Tell me what you like being called, dirty girl."

Eleven's hands tugged harder at his hair and her back arched further into his body, naked chests rubbing against one another in time with Mike's thrusts.

"B-Brat, I like when y-you call me a brat."

Mike groaned, thrusting faster. "Fuck, El. Do you like a-anything else?"

She nods, cheeks turning red.

"I like...when y-you call me, um, a s-slut."

"Jesus christ," He moaned. "Are you trying to kill me?"

She laughs. "Maybe a little."

"I love hearing those dirty words come out of your mouth, they sound so much sexier coming from you."

Her lips nip at his ear.

"Mike, please, fuck me harder. I want you to be rough with me tonight, I need it so badly."

His eyes squeeze shut and he moves quicker, pounding her into the mattress while he tries not to cum too soon. Although, with her talking about how she likes being called names, he wasn't sure how long he'd last.

"Shit baby, you feel so good, always so tight for me. My good little slut."

She moaned and her walls clenched around him.

"I've missed you El, I've missed you so fucking much."

El nods in agreement, head falling back onto the pillows as she feels her climax grow closer and closer. "I-I've missed you too, Mike. I haven't touched myself at all s-since our last time..."

He looked down at her. "Really?"

"Really. You're just so much better, I wanted to wait for you."

His hands made their way to the backs of her knees, pushing her legs back and apart, allowing his cock to touch deeper points inside of her.

"God El, do you realize how fucking hot you sound right now? Can't get enough of you like this."

He knew she was close.

"Are you gonna cum for me, little slut? You gonna be a g-good-oh shit, just like that-girl and cum all over my b-big cock?"

She nodded against him, firmly gripping his hair as her walls pulsed and her hips began to flinch. "Y-Yes, I'm so close! K-Keep going, please, please Mike!"

Mike couldn't deny a request when she said it like that, pressing her thighs closer to the bed and speeding up his hips, thrusts shallow but quick.

It was exactly what she needed and soon enough, she was coming, coating him in a layer of her release. Her hips spasmed and bucked randomly as she rode out her high.

"Jesus fucking...I'm gonna cum, El, gonna fill you up!"

El cried out, walls sensitive from her recent climax. "Y-Yes, Mike, give me your cum! I want it all, please baby!"

That was enough to push Mike over the edge, hips buried deep inside her as he poured his cum into her. She felt each and every rope paint her walls, whimpering with each one, enjoying the feeling of being filled by Mike.

Soon, Mike pulled out gently and flopped down onto the bed beside her, immediately pulling her back against him in an embrace. He showered her cheek and shoulder with kisses, giddy from his orgasm.

"I love you so much."

She grinned, turning around in his arms to face him, reaching up for one last kiss.

"I love you too, Mike."