A/N: set right after the last chapter. this concludes the "break up" arc :)

hello dear readers! i bet you thought you'd seen the last of me ;)

well first off, thank you for your patience. i have to admit, i hit MAJOR writer's block writing the conclusion of this arc. it used to be a joy to write this fic, but this chapter was nothing but a pain. even the smut was hard for some reason. i'm not entirely 100% happy with it, but i was at the point that i was so sick of it i just wanted to get it out there and be done with it. i hope its adequate and you can derive some enjoyment from reading.

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When she'd shown up on his doorstep, he hadn't known what to expect.

She hadn't been to his dormitory hall in what felt like forever. In reality, it'd probably been just a few weeks. Still, it felt like a lifetime.

"El – " He couldn't hide the surprise in his voice. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?" She bit her lip and nervously tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "I want to – I need to talk to you." Despite the certainty of her words, she seemed unsure and shy.

"Um, yeah, sure," he acquiesced, stepping aside awkwardly to let her in and shutting the door behind her.

And then they were alone. Behind closed (and locked) doors.

He wanted to rush her. Kiss her hard and rip the clothes right off of her.

Instead, he clenched his fists and sighed. He knew what this was about. And it wasn't about him.

Jake.

Of course she had heard. Of course she would want to defend her new boyfriend, even if the thought made him sick. Jake Schwartz didn't deserve El.

But then again, neither did he.

"Listen, El - I don't know what you heard - " he started.

"Mike, I'm sorry – " El began at almost exactly the same time.

" - but Jake got what was coming to him… " he trailed off, the words dying in his mouth as his brain processed what El had just said.

"You're – sorry?" Maybe he'd heard her wrong. He had been prepared for El to scream at him, tell him off for hurting Jake, confirm that she hated him. Instead she was…apologizing.

"What are you talking about?" He didn't want to hope. It was over, he hadn't deserved her, and he needed to accept it. "You don't have anything to be sorry for."

"Yes, I do." El looked down at her shoes, remorseful. "Everything you said, Mike. About…about not being interested in other girls. Stacey Albright said it was all true. She said ever since I came to this school, you've been acting different. That all you think about is me. And…and that's what you told me that day. But I didn't believe you." El took a step towards him. "I'm sorry," she said again.

"El, listen - "

"No. You listen." She interrupted, her voice clear and sure. "I made a mistake, Mike. I…I miss you. I want you." The vulnerability returned to her voice. "Do you…still want me?"

His fists were clenched at his sides, so hard he was sure his fingernails were digging bloody marks into the palm of his hand. It was selfish, but of course he wanted her. Had never stopped wanting her. It was taking all of his self-restraint to keep from kissing the breath out of her right then and there, from burying his face deep in the warm center between her thighs and eat her out until she cried.

"Yes," he said. "I still want you."

"Then have me," she said simply, stepping back and parting her thighs so subtly Mike almost didn't notice.

Almost.

What was left of his self-control flew out the window. All of the pretext, all of the bullshit, all of the things he had been trying to tell himself, to convince himself, to move on. All of it was gone in an instant.

"Mike…." she breathed, "I love you."

In two strides he was on her, wrapping her up in his arms and pressing hard, bruising kisses to her lips.

She tasted like home.

"I love you too, El," he said it like a prayer. "I love you."

And then they were kissing like there was no tomorrow. Like they had never stopped.

"Jake," she said absently as he pressed her against him. "Did you say something about Jake…?"

At the mention of the twerp's name, his grip on her tightened. "Did you let him touch you?"

"No…" she said, shaking her head. "I tried. I tried…so I could forget you," she confessed. "But I couldn't bring myself to….not ever." She looked into his eyes, and he knew she was telling the truth. "I'm yours, Mike. Only yours."

"Only mine," he growled, nipping at her possessively. His fists bunched into her white blouse, tearing it down the middle, freeing El's breasts. She hadn't been wearing a bra.

She shivered underneath his touch. "Mike," she whined. "Touch me, Mike."

He didn't argue, pulling the blouse down her shoulders and discarding it unceremoniously on the floor. Next to go was her skirt, which he ripped down her legs. He kept her thigh highs on. She hadn't been wearing any panties, and her pussy was already glistening and wet, so ready for him.

"You wanted this, didn't you?" his hand was at her throat, and he could feel her pulse quicken underneath his touch. "You came here without any underwear on because you wanted me to fuck you."

"Yes," she breathed, barely a whisper. "I want you to fuck me so bad. Fuck me, Mike."

"I'm not sure you deserve it," his tone darkened. "You've been a bad girl, El. You hurt me."

"I know. P-Punish me, Mike." El bit her lip, and made that little whimpering sound he missed so much. It made his cock twitch in anticipation. "Please," she begged. "Punish me."

"As you wish," he said, and ordered her to get on his bed. El obediently climbed on top of the sheets, trembling and naked except for the white thigh highs that framed her creamy skin and pretty pink pussy.

"Get on your back, and spread your legs."

El nodded, splaying her legs and opening her thighs. She hooked an arm under each leg, keeping herself spread wide open just for him. Her pussy looked wet and slick, and he hadn't even touched her yet.

Mike joined her, still fully clothed, and positioned himself between her spread eagle legs. His hands went to his belt buckle where he loosened the expensive leather belt, resting the end over El's clit. Instead of undoing his pants the rest of the way so that he could push his cock into her, however, Mike grabbed both of her tiny wrists in one hand, while the other worked the leather belt around them. In a flash, her wrists were bound together, and then he hooked the belt to the bedpost. El wriggled helplessly underneath him, her arms bound over her head and tied to the bed frame.

"You still remember our safe word, El?" he asked, wanting to make sure.

"Yes," she nodded. "I do. D-Don't stop, Mike. I want more."

"You want more?"

"Yes…." El bit her lip shyly. "I want your cock. Please… stretch me out, Mike."

"But you've been a bad girl, El." He frowned. "You're going to have to wait this time."

Mike slowly got out of the rest of his clothes while El wriggled and whined softly, tied and bound on his bed. He carefully unbuttoned his white Oxford shirt and then shrugged out of his neatly pressed pants. The last to go were his boxer briefs, freeing his straining cock out if its confines, the tip already leaking pre-cum. He pressed the head over her swollen clit, and El responded by bucking her hips up at him, trying to get her pussy over his cock. Mike chuckled at her enthusiasm.

"Not yet," he scolded, pulling away. "I said you're going to have to wait."

El's disappointed whines turned into cries of surprise when Mike suddenly pushed her thighs apart as far as they would go, burying his face in her sweet wet cunt. He fisted his aching cock as he ate her out.

"Fuck, I missed how you taste…" he said, sucking on her clit and burying two fingers deep inside her. His tongue lapped around and around her little nub as he fucked her with his fingers. His digits made wet sucking noises as he pumped them into her over and over again, and already he could feel her begin to tighten around his fingers, just like he would make her tighten around his cock later.

"Mike!" she sobbed. "Mike, fuck… I-I think … I-I'm going to cum - !"

"Already?" And just like that, Mike's fingers and mouth were gone. El hissed in frustration, but she was helpless to do anything but twist uselessly against the leather belt.

"I can't have you cumming too quickly, El. You're gonna cum when I want you to cum, and only when I want you to cum. Understand?"

El mewled and nodded, but it wasn't enough. Anger flashed in his eyes, and he fisted one of her breasts roughly, squeezing it painfully in his hand. "I said, do you understand?"

"Ah -! Yes, Mike, I-I understand!"

"Good." He released his grip on her breast, the ghost of his handprint red on the soft mound of her breast. He nudged his cock against her little pink nipple, rubbing the tip back and forth across her areola until it hardened and puckered. Then he grinned down at her. "You like that, huh? My dick on your tits?"

"Y-Yes, Mike. I love it."

"Tell me what you want me to do," he said, as he slapped his cock lightly against the fat mound, making it jiggle and bounce.

El seemed to get the hint, looking down as he played with her tits. "I want you to…titfuck me. Please. Fuck my tits, Mike."

"You see how generous I'm being?" he said as he positioned his hard cock in between her breasts. "I'm gonna give you what you want even though you don't deserve it. Even though you've been a bad girl."

He reached over to untie her from the bed post.

For a moment, El looked hopeful, but all he did was push her still-bound wrists over her breasts, looking down at her expectantly.

"Well? You don't expect me to do all of the work, do you?" As if to show her what he meant, Mike used El's forearms to push her tits together over his cock, and then he began thrusting. El bit her lip, finally understanding, and used her bound wrists to push her own tits together while Mike fucked them.

"God that looks so good….your wrists all tied up resting on your big tits, forced to squeeze them together over my cock. Do you love my cock, El?"

"Yes," El nodded eagerly. "I love your cock, Mike. I love it so much I wish your cock could fuck me in all my holes at the same time."

"I wish I could too…." Mike grunted as El stuck her tongue out, licking the tip of his cock every time it poked out from between her ample breasts, "I wish I could fill you with cock. That's what your body was made to do – take my cock."

"M-Mike?" El looked up at him with big doe eyes, almost shy. "We could…" Her eyes darted to her book bag on the floor. "I brought…."

Mike paused, pulling back. Did she mean… "Mike, Jr.? You still have him?"

El nodded, blushing. He thought it was cute that she was acting shy when he'd been fucking her tits for the last few minutes.

"Yes…I used him, sometimes, when we were broken up. When I missed you."

Mike grinned, pecking her softly on the lips before jumping up eagerly to grab the glass dildo that was modeled after his own cock. "God I knew you were always such a slut for me. And bringing the dildo here with you….this was your plan all along, wasn't it? To seduce me and get both of your holes stretched out at the same time. Admit it."

Mike undid the belt over her wrists, only to flip El over onto her stomach. "Admit it, cockslut." He whacked her big, jiggling ass with the belt and she yelped.

"Ah! Yes! I'm a slut for your cock, Mike," she continued to keen while he tied up her wrists again, this time behind her back. "I brought Mike Jr. because I knew I was going to get you to fuck me with it, one way or the other. I want both my holes to be filled up with your cock so bad, I can't stand it. P-please put it in me and then fuck my other hole. Please!"

"Alright El," Mike said. He reached into his nightstand and said a silent thank you to the universe that the bottle of lube in there was still half-full. "You beg me so fucking good… I'll give you what you want."

He upturned the bottle right over her puckering asshole, until it was slick and shiny and slippery. Then he slowly pushed the glass dildo into her ass, watching in amazement as El's little asshole opened and stretched to take it all in. El was pressing her face into the mattress, moaning and keening as the dildo slid in deeper inch by agonizing inch. Mike didn't stop until it was fully hilted inside her round ass, and then he took his cock and lined it up against her pussy, amazed that it was as slippery and wet as her asshole and he hadn't put any lube on it.

Mike started to slide his cock home, and El's moans turned into cries. "Oh fuck, Mike! It's so – I'm so – full! I've got two cocks inside me, Mike, and they're both yours – ah!"

Mike's grip on El's hip tightened involuntarily, digging into the soft flesh. He was trying to keep himself from exploding right then and there, barely halfway into her cunt. She was so fucking tight, tighter even than when he had taken her virginity. He didn't think it was fucking possible, but the sizeable glass dildo in her asshole was pressing on her tight cunt, making it even smaller and squeezing the cum right out of his cock. Even though she was wet and slippery as fuck all, Mike grunted a few times with the effort of forcing his cock deeper. It felt so fucking amazing, like her pussy was two sizes too small for his cock but somehow she was taking it all, and he watched as his cock disappeared into her with the glass dildo still plugged deep into her ass, keeping her asshole stretched and taut.

Mike started to thrust, ramming himself into her over and over again as her plugged-up ass bounced against his stomach. She was so fucking tight around his cock he was amazed each time to find that he was still able to force his way back inside her abused pussy. El, for her part, took it all like a champ, getting both holes fucked simultaneously for the first time. Each time he slammed into her, she would make a small whimpering noise, her fists clenching and straining against the belt that kept them bound helplessly behind her back.

"I can't believe your tiny body can take so much cock, El. Your little pussy is milking my cock. You like your punishment?"

"Yes, Mike," El replied without hesitation. "I'm so full of cock. It hurts so good. I love it when you punish both my holes."

"Take your punishment, El," he snarled, pounding into her sloppily, his balls making a wet slap! slap! slap! sound as they smacked against her pussy lips, "Fucking take it, take it, take it, slut. My slut…fuck -!"

Mike pulled out abruptly, two seconds from cumming. He didn't want to finish just yet. He had one more hole to fuck.

Underneath him, El whined at the loss and clenched her thighs together, the white thigh highs framing her golden skin. "Mike…." She keened pitifully, wriggling her round ass in the air, the glass dildo still plugged in deep. Her wrists strained against the belt, her arms pinned behind her back uselessly.

"Be quiet," Mike growled. "Or I'll gag you with my tie."

El bit her lip and pressed her face against the mattress demurely as Mike slowly pulled the dildo out of her. Even after it was out, El's pretty pink rosebud stayed open and gaping, having gotten used to the shape of the glass replica of his cock. It was easy slipping the real thing in its place. Mike pushed in and sheathed his full length inside her warm, tight ass in one swift stroke. El nearly cried out, but, remembering his threat, bit down on the sheets instead.

Mike sighed contentedly, his eyes rolling back into his head, lost in the feel of her. "I missed fucking your ass, El. You miss my cock inside your ass?"

"Mmmph!" El nodded, still biting down on the sheets to keep from crying out. She was such a good girl for him.

Mike reached down and slapped a hand over her ass, hard, as he started to fuck her asshole. "I can't believe you just took two cocks at the same time and now you're letting yourself get fucked in the ass after your pussy got fucked."

"I'd let you fuck me anywhere, Mike. Anytime!"

Mike was stroking in hard and deep, feeling himself already on the edge again. He was fucking her ass right into the mattress, with such force that it forced El's knees down and she collapsed flush on the bed, Mike falling on top of her, pounding into her tight, plump ass the whole time. El's body shook with the force of his thrusts, her hands still squeezed behind her back, and all she could do was cry and take it, over and over again.

"Anywhere, huh? Anytime?" he whispered raggedly into her ear, his hot breath fanning down her neck, his bare chest pressed hot against her back.

"Y-Yes. Anywhere you want it, Mike. Anytime you want to fuck me – it doesn't matter where – in your car, or on the street, or in class – just bend me over and fuck me. My pussy is yours, Mike. You can have it whenever you want!"

"That's right – you're mine. You're pussy is mine. You're mouth, your asshole, and your tits are mine. And you've been very naughty these past few weeks, forgetting that. That's why I have to punish your asshole." He began to pick up speed, slamming his cock into her furiously, ready to lose control. Her asshole felt so good sliding up and down his cock.

"Punish my asshole, Mike," El urged him on, sensing how close he was. "Fucking punish my asshole, please, stretch it out and fill it with cum!"

"El, oh God, El - !" His balls twitched and then he was spurting hot ropes of cum into her ass. He felt it all the way down his dick and into his ballsack, the spread of pleasure fanning over his hips and all the way down to his toes. He was dimly aware that he was still ramming into her forcefully, pressing El's tiny body deep into the mattress each time, spilling so much cum into her asshole that some of it began leaking out and dripping down onto his balls.

Mike pulled out, just to see how much there really was. "Put your hands on your ass," he ordered, "And spread your ass cheeks apart and then squeeze my cum out your asshole. I want to see."

El obeyed, carefully snaking her bound wrists over her ass cheeks. She could only spread them apart so much, as her hands were still tied together, but it was good enough, and globs and globs of gooey white cum began to spill out of her asshole. There was so much of it that it fell down onto her pussy and then her thighs, soiling her thigh highs with his semen.

Finally satisfied, Mike collapsed onto his back next to El, reaching over to loosen the leather belt over her wrists. El turned over to face him, rubbing at her sore wrists, and Mike grabbed them, kissing over the fresh bruising softly.

"El," he said, and for the first time it came easy, because he knew he meant it. "I love you."

"I love you too, Mike." She stroked his cheek and kissed him, her lips parting as sweetly as her thighs did for him.

"And – I'm sorry, too," he said against her lips. He brushed a lock of hair away from her face, and looked into her eyes. All of her love shone in them.

"Mike," she said, "Put your necklace back on me."

Mike didn't have to think about where it was. He'd thought about pawning it, or giving it away, or throwing it in the river, but deep down he knew he'd always hold onto it, waiting for El. Mike had kept it in its original velvet jewelry box, tucked away in his safe. It was the only thing in there, aside from his passport and a letter from his Nana that'd been given to him after she'd passed away.

"Here," Mike said, slipping the necklace over El and fastening the clasp. "This belongs to you. It'll always belong to you."

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A/N: obviously, when mike says "it'll always belong to you" - he's also really talking about his own heart, too.

i wanted to have them both acknowledge that they both fucked up. i didn't want it to just be one or the other that says sorry. i realized i could have expanded more on an actual reconciliation conversation, where they spend more time admitting wrongs and vowing to do better blah blah blah, but honestly, that's not my strong suit in writing, and it can go into cheesy, cliche "everyone learns their lessons suddenly and is perfect" territory. so i just stuck with something simple. they both said sorry, the rest is implied through their action (and their action in future chapter(s)). sorry if there seemed to be a bit of an abrupt tonal shift from kinky sex to the love stuff. as i've said before, it's not my strong suit, hence my choice to keep it short and simple.

i confess that i no longer enjoy writing this fic like i used to. i will probably be taking a break from this fic for awhile. like two or three months. this won't be the last chapter, but i may not do another arc. i may just come back with one last chapter, an epilogue set in the future. i'll leave the setting/time open to readers' suggestions. where do you guys want me to pick up with mileven in this fic in their future? would you like to see a snippet of their college years? honeymoon/wedding night? marriage with young babies? older with teen kids? let me know in the comments and as always, thanks for reading.