In which Michaels been on the bad tour for an entire year, missing his beloved wife. What happens when you surprise him in the least expected way?
Contains sub!mike, dom!reader, light choking, masochism if you squint, cowgirl position, Bad era tour, michael avoiding cursing 😭.
“Baby I miss you so much.” Michael said, swirling the phone cord on his finger.
You laughed, “My love, you haven't even been gone for 48 hours.”
Michael had left for the Bad tour yesterday, and had just finished his first performance about an hour ago.
Michael talked your ear off about everything from that night.
“Everyone was screaming my name! It was crazy!”
“Like 100 people fainted!”
“I swear It’s like I became a different person on stage!”
You hung onto every last word of his, loving every bit of it.
“Merry Christmas baby!” Michael told you through the phone, “Do you like your gifts?”
“I adore them Michael! Did you open what I sent you?”
Michael sat with the wrapped box in his lap, with the phone between his ear and his shoulder, “No baby, I wanted to wait till you were on the phone to hear me open it.”
You stifled a giggle, knowing all too well what was inside the wrapping paper.
Michael tore the wrapping apart, leaving him with a medium sized black box. Lifting the top off, he was surprised to find a…photobook?
He spoke through the phone, “Baby, what is this?”
He flipped open the cover and his eyes popped out of his head.
There you were, in all your glory. You were wearing a red two piece lingerie set, his favorite, that he’d bought you in Italy.
You were in various sexy poses. All the images were full pages, and the book had at least 50 pictures in it from what he could tell from how many papers there were.
His breath hitched, which you heard and immediately giggled. “Do you like it, love?”
“O—of course! My God, baby you are an angel. You’re so darn sexy. I miss you so much.”
You laughed at his avoidance of curse words, "I'm glad you like it. It took quite a while to get all the poses right.”
The rest of your call was spent discussing his shows, fans, grievances, and what you’d done to celebrate Christmas.
When you got off the phone, Michael eagerly opened the book once again. He flipped through the pages, salivating over every explicit picture. There were a few that clearly weren't taken by a professional. These were completely nude. One of you spreading your pussy lips with white cum leaking from your hole, your fingers were covered in white sticky substance as well so Michael knew you’d fingered yourself before taking this picture. Another was of you in the mirror, one hand on your boob, squeezing lightly, while the other held up the camera. Your face was contorted into an expression that wouldn't be so erotic if you weren't nude, with your tongue out and eyes scrunched
His breath quickened, God, were you beautiful.
Without thinking Michael reached into his pajamas and started stroking himself, flipping through the images of you.
He rubbed his thumb over his tip just the way you did, imagining it was your soft hands instead of his.
With eyes rolled back he came on the sheets, thanking God for giving him such a beautiful wife.
His hands just weren't cutting it anymore. He could barely get off with them, even when he vividly imagined your tight pussy was gripping him from base to tip. Nothing worked! He’d tried humping his pillow, which seemed to suffice until further notice, but his need for you was growing stronger and stronger by the day.
How is he gonna be able to stay away from his wife any longer? His dick felt stuffy everyday, restricted in his pants till the dark hours of the night where he retreated to his room to relieve himself of his terrible ache.
It’d been a year since the tour started and Michael was beginning to go crazy. His employees were acting slow, everyone magically needed assistance when Michael was gone, five people in the tech crew got sick and had to go home, and to top it all off Michael couldn't even relieve himself at night. Even pillows weren't enough to get off anymore. He needed the real thing. He needed you.
He called you desperately that morning, “Baby please come out here I’m begging you. I need to see you mam, please?”
Who were you to tell him no? You never told him but you missed him deeply. You touch yourself daily to the thoughts of your husband's hands on you, making you feel good in all the right places.
So within the next 6 hours you were in Atlanta, unbeknownst to Michael, who assumed you’d fly out in the morning, not that same night.
Michael was on stage performing The Way You Make Me Feel, waiting for his lead dancer to come out and dance with him as the woman he was singing to. She was late by 5 seconds, and he was stressing. Another damn thing on his plate, ruining his tour.
He was quite over it, skillfully hiding his irritation, until what he assumed was his dancer coming out to stage.
However, when she stepped out the crowd erupted into cheers they’d never done before. That's weird? What's all the commotion for?
He looked up, getting a good look at her, before a shocked smile broke out onto his face.
Now this is how you surprise your burned out, overworked husband.
You danced over to him, and the two of you fell into a natural rhythm you’d always fallen to when you danced together.
Swaying and grinding together, you couldn't help but lose yourself in the music. No one was complaining though! The crowd ate it up with every move.
You’d danced with him for the rest of the performance, just like you did when you’d first gotten together. You met him through dance, though you eventually retired after a terrible knee injury took you out of the game, and here you were, dancing with him.
Michael was on cloud nine, at the end of the concert he held you tightly by his side, talking into the mic,
“My wife hasn’t danced like that in seven years!”
The crowd exploded with cheers. He continued,
“I told her how bad I missed her and she surprised me with this. You all don't understand how overjoyed I am. This woman truly is my reason for living. She’s my breath of fresh air.”
You smiled brightly, letting out soft laughter as the crowd cheered for his sweet confession.
When the curtains were almost finished closing, you grabbed Michael's face and kissed him, causing the audience to burst into enliven with cheering.
Now at the hotel, Michael didn't stand a chance against his hard dick, which was already solid and standing.
He was laid out on the bed, head on the pillows while you stroked him.
“Oh, please baby, it feels so good.” He moaned.
“Please let me eat it baby, m’so hungry. Haven’t tasted you in a year baby please.”
His moans grew louder with every stroke of your hand on his dick, increasing even more when you paused and stroked only tip, rubbing your fingers over the sensitive surface just the way he liked.
Said moaning was swiftly cut off when he got what he was asking for.
“You’re hungry huh? Then eat.”
A mouthful of pussy was placed on his face, and he wasted no time putting his tongue to use.
He licked long stripes up and down your sex, then put his focus on your clit, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it.
“Yes Mike! You’re doing so good, baby. Just like that.” You praised him.
He ate like a starved man, moaning whenever you grinded against his tongue, which sent vibrations all through your pussy.
In mere minutes your first orgasm came to you, much to Michael's pleasure. He licked up every last bit of your release, savoring it.
He whined, sucking on your clit feverishly, gripping your thighs as a response.
“I don't like to repeat myself Michael.”
You grabbed a bit of his hair and tugged, hard enough to move him, but not enough to hurt.
You smirked,“Oh? You like that huh Mike?” You questioned him. He had always been a bit of a masochist, but you didn't expect him to enjoy hair pulling as much as he did.
He smiled, nodding his head while biting his lip, offering no verbal answer. You usually got on him for not answering you, but tonight you decided to be nice.
Wordlessly, you moved back and slid down on his length, taking in every inch.
His head flew back with a moan at the feeling of your warm walls engulfing him. His hands flew to your ass, squeezing each cheek lightly, displaying his ever dwindling sanity. He hadn't had this in a year, he was grateful for every second your pussy clenched around him.
As you began riding him, he put his head up, forcing it to stay up so he could watch you ride him. He moaned your name, so loud that you were sure the whole city could hear him,
You pouted, “Poor baby, missed me so much you can't control yourself, huh?” You teased him.
“Yes! Needed you so badly, missed you so much, couldn't cum without you after a while.”
“I know honey.” You purred.
His head dropped back onto the pillows with his eyes shut, “And everyone is so incompetent, m’tired of being the boss, jus’ wanna be your baby.”
At that, you stopped grinding and squeezed down on him, eliciting the sweetest moans from him, “Well good thing for you, you’re my baby tonight and for the rest of the tour.”
His eyes shot open, arms shaking from the ecstacy of your tight cunt squeezing him, “The rest of the tour?” He replied. You started grinding down on him again, keeping that same tight squeeze you held.
“Yes, I’m staying with you for the rest of the tour.”
He looked up at you and swore you wore a halo. You had to be a gift from God, and this gift was better than anything he’d ever received before.
“Thank you baby, thank you thank you thank you—“ His appreciation was cut off by his orgasm, which he didn't even know had arrived. That didn't stop you though, you increased your speed, riding him with newfound energy.
“Holy…Oh! Please baby! Oh please don't stop!”
You didn't answer him, instead choosing to grab his throat, lightly squeezing.
“You like that? Like how I ride you when you cum?
“Yes! I love it! I love it more than anything in this world,” He said through breaths.
As his second orgasm overcame him, he decided to play more into his desire to be bossed around as opposed to being the boss.
“Baby can I cum please? Please, need it so bad. Need it sooooo bad.”
You faked pondering, then delivered your verdict,
“Go ahead baby, cum in me.”
As if a switch was flipped, he came, and you paused your grinding and sat still, allowing him to enjoy his release.
When you saw him come down from his high, you wasted no time bouncing on him once again, hitting the perfect spot for you . The overstimulation was driving him crazy. He felt it in his lungs, in his speedy heart beat and his veins.
“Oh fuck…mama please…feels too good!”
His breathing got deeper, his lungs hammered for gulps of air while you tore him apart with your pussy. He’d already cum in you twice, so your hole was wet, dripping with cum, which left sticky strings in between the both of your thighs when you bounced on him. The vulgar sight was driving him mad with arousal.
His dick was pounding on your g-spot with every bounce.
Without warning you came, switching to grinding to ride out your orgasm. Michael's legs began to quiver from the sensation, he’d gone too long without the feeling of your warm pussy cumming on him.
Your release was intense, but you needed just one more to satisfy you.
You began bouncing again, hitting the perfect spot once more.
With every snap of your hips Michael felt himself slipping from reality. His mouth couldn't contain any noises now. His hands traveled all over your body, brain unable to conceptualize a place to sit them. His legs kicked the sheets behind you, pushing them together roll by roll, and his back arched.
“Baby—oh my—fuuuuuuu—“ He spewed out, hands finally finding their place on your hips. His own hips bucked up to meet yours, increasing the pleasure you felt every time the golden spot was hit.
With stars in his eyes he pleaded, “Baby, need to cum so bad—yes!—feels too good! cant think straight, just—“ he took a deep breath, “jus need to cum mama please?”
With your own orgasm approaching you decided to oblige him.
“Cum with me baby, cum in my pussy.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He praised.
Your next words made Michael cum on the dot,
“Put a baby in me honey, after this tour we can start our cute little family.”
Michael came with his back arched and his hands squeezing your hips, pushing you down onto his hard dick, and filming you up. You came at the same time, pussy pulsing and fluttering around him, coating his dick in creamy white cum.
You let your body fall onto his, not bothering to hop off of him.
Comfortable silence was interrupted by Michael, “Did you mean it?”
You look up at him, “Mean what baby?”
“That we can…y’know…start a family after this.”
“Of course I meant it, I want three kids!”
“Aaaand that’s your cue to go to bed.”
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