(This idea formed in my brain and I thought I would feed y'all since I'm still not done with my current one #writersblockaf)
Dangerous Era!Michael x Fem!Reader
Husband!Michael x Wife!Reader
★𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 ~ After a week of missing your Husband, he finally makes his way back home to you in the late hours, showing you just how much he missed you.
★𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 ~ smut (unprotected p in v sex but they’re married so its fine), mentions of phone sex, angst, fluff, established relationship, husband!michael, mention of children, fiction
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The clock had turned 3am, and you were laid there, sleeping alone in the large, king size bed that sat in the middle of you and Michael’s bedroom.
Your children were fast asleep too, after a long power struggle and multiple promises that daddy would be home soon. Misoa made the most protest, crying her eyes out because Michael hadn’t been home to read her a story in a week.
Pluto cried too, but once you nursed him and rocked him into slumber, he was no longer a fuss.
That just left you, clinging onto the pillow Michael slept on, the lingering scent of him bringing you a familiar comfort.
Your subtle snores and mumbles filled the silence, mixed with the soft hum of the radio playing soothing lullabies in the bedrooms down the hall.
That was until the opening of the house’s front door made a small “creak” as Michael stepped inside, shutting the door carefully to not cause a disturbance.
He tiptoed up the grand staircase, wincing every time the wood squeaked beneath his feet. As he reached the top, he sighed a breath of relief that no one stirred out of their sleep.
On his way to your shared bedroom, he peeked into the children’s, watching them sleep with a lingering warmth that softened his exhausted heart.
The gentle exhales of his sleeping son and daughter played like a symphony that even Tchaikovsky couldn’t compose.
When he was satisfied that the two angels were resting peacefully, he walked featherlight to you, his sleeping beauty resting at the end of the hall. As he approached, he pushed the door open slowly with two fingers, a gentle rush of cool air grazing him from the blasting air conditioner.
He stepped in and sat his bags down, dismissing the task of unpacking them. Instead, he stripped off his airplane clothes and made his way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
The shower water ran as he cleansed himself of the exhaustion from tours and plane rides and interviews. The soft patters of water hitting the porcelain floor behind the closed door created a soothing rain-like ambiance that aided in your sleep.
Once he finished bathing, he stepped out into the bedroom, immediately shivering at the high running AC, but didn’t bother to change the pressure because he knows you love it cold. He just quickly shimmies into fleece pajamas and a sleep sweater as loose water droplets splash on the carpet beneath him, drying off his soft curls before slinking beneath the sheets.
He immediately pulls your resting body into his embrace, littering lazy kisses to your face and temple. His large hand caresses your back slowly, every so often bunching up the fabric of your silk nightgown. He gently trails back up, each time letting his pointer drag upward against your spine.
The sensation makes your face squeeze slightly, a soft murmur escaping your lips. You don’t awake at first, but when Michael places his lips against your scrunched nose, your eyes gently flutter open.
They’re squinted as they try to adjust to the dark, forming vague shadows of your husband until they register.
“Hi angel.” Michael whispers into the dark. You don’t say anything, you just wrap your arms around his neck to pull yourself closer, burying your face into his neck.
A soft laugh leaves him while you grip his sweater, the familiar scent of him melting away that aching pit that was left in your stomach after his week long departure.
“Everything been okay while I was gone?” His voice is slightly louder now, just enough for a tone to be expressed.
You nod, too sleepy to give a verbal response. He smiles to himself in the dark before pulling away slightly to kiss your forehead.
“Have the children been okay?” His hand guides your head away from his neck so he can see you. “I know you said on the phone they were having a hard time with me being gone..” His eyes leave yours for a second, a twinge of hurt expressed.
“They were okay.” You mumble before pecking his cheek. “Misoa took it the hardest, but I kept telling her daddy would be home soon.” The words come out in a sleepy slurred haze, but Michael understands. “I can’t put you on the TV though… she’ll just cry and cry.” The hurt now reflected in your voice as it trails off.
Michael pauses for a moment, the guilt twinging in his chest. “I'm sorry…” he whispers, cradling your head for comfort. For you and himself.
He’s missed the way you felt, the way you smell like baby powder after you dusted it on your skin after a shower, your lazy voice as you would drift off to sleep at night. After the first day, he quickly realized that the daily phone calls weren’t enough for him. His heart ached for you.
You didn’t respond, you just laced your hand into his curls, memorizing the way they curved around your fingers before taking a deep sigh, the breath ghosting his skin.
“Pluto wasn’t too bad. I just had to nurse him, his greedy self, and he would settle. It helps to leave the lullabies playing for him.” As you speak, your lips graze his neck, causing tiny goose bumps to raise on the area.
He nods, laughing softly at the comment. “He is a greedy gut.” He says back to you, and you burst into a sleepy laughter, the release vibrating the both of you.
“Shh shh!” he quickly pulls away so you're facing him again, planting his palm on your mouth with a smile to muffle you. “You’re gonna wake the kids!” His tone is greatly unserious as he playfully scolds you before pulling his hand away.
A smile lingers on your face as well as you kiss his palm before it's fully removed. Once the laughter settles between you two, your eyes just watch.
They watch as his eyes flutter lazily, sleep threatening to take over. They watch how he licks his lips every so often, and how he shivers from the cold atmosphere. Your arm reaches to pull the blanket over him more, only leaving his head exposed.
He shimmies beneath the blanket, body accepting the added warmth before he pulls you impossibly closer. Any further and you would be in each other's skin, an idea that neither of you entirely hate.
“And how have you been, my precious girl?” His voice is like the sweetest molasses, coating your eardrums as his fingers toy with the cool fabric adorning your skin. His eyes watch your face in the dark, your features shadowed, but still perceptible.
You avoid his gaze before answering. “I’ve been okay.. I’ve managed.” you mutter.
It was a lie, a complete understatement. Any thought of him formed a black hole in your chest, the power of it so strong that your heart would implode. Every finished call with Michael left you curled up against his pillow, your sobs drenching it so much you had to wash it every other day.
Worst of all, as you watched your babies cry for their father, you felt like your soul was being ripped from your body. The oldest was inconsolable, begging to see him and you felt helpless. You felt alone.
“Yeah?” his head cocks, trying to scan you. “Are you sure?” He brings his hand to your cheek, caressing it with his thumb at a therapeutic pace.
You nod, moving closer to kiss him, slowly at first, just to throw his mind off the matter. “I just missed you.” The words grazed his lips as you spoke, urging him to kiss you back. His lips moved into yours in a lazy symphony, soft sounds escaping you both.
“I missed you too, angel.” he breathes out before kissing you again, sliding a hand up your thigh beneath your gown, making you twitch with desire..
“Michael..” You whisper against him, lingering for a moment
“Hmm?” he hums softly, his fingers kneading your plush skin with desire.
“I miss…” you hesitate before placing your hand on his chest and sliding it all the way down his slender figure to the mound in his pants, eliciting a roll of his hips..
“Tell me what you miss baby..” His words come out almost pathetic at the late hour. Like he’s begging you to tell him what you’ve both desired for what felt like an eternity.
You slowly slide your hand into his pants, pulling out his now hard cock from beneath. He releases an open mouth moan against your lips, his eyes squeezing at the desperately missed sensation
You grab the hand he has placed on your thigh and slide it between your core, letting his fingers feel your slick and you gasp, biting your lip at the feeling.
“I miss having you inside me..” You confess in a broken whisper before climbing on top of him, your entrance landing on his cock, but not inside.
“Oh my-“ he’s broken off by his own hiss as you straddle him and grind against him with reverence, the slick of your folds lubricating his shaft as you do so.
“I missed it- I missed it too..” he stutters as he looks up at you like you’ve created the heavens and the earth. His hands roam beneath your nightgown, cupping your swollen, milk filled breast and just sighing at the sight. Sighing in content that this is all his, that he gets to come home to this, that he gets to love this, love you.
Before he can finish admiring, you grab his cock and slowly guide it into your cunt, gasping loudly at the sensation. You whine louder once he bottoms out, making Michael cover your mouth again.
“Sh-Shh baby you’re gonna..” He swallows trying to hold himself together.. “You’re gonna wake the children..” He sighs as he grips your hip with his free hand, holding you there for a moment.
“M’ sorry..” you mumble under his palm before slowly rolling your hips. “Just missed you so much.” You manage to say softer this time.
Michael watches as you move against him, heavy breaths filling the air as he tries to hold back his own moans. Despite trying to maintain his own self control, he notices quickly how your head lulls forward, trying to fight the sleep in your body.
“Baby.. baby.” He calls out to you, breaking you from the sleepy haze as your hips grind in a reckless pattern.
You just hum, so he places his hand behind your neck, pulling you down against him, letting both your chests meet.
“I’ll take care of you baby, you just relax.”
You nod against him as he thrusts up into you, arms wrapped around you as if he’s scared you’ll disappear.
“Fuck!” You whine pathetically against the crook of his neck as he hits that one spot that drives you crazy. The way your bodies are connected gives you extra friction on your clit, giving you a deliciously overwhelming stimulation.
“Language, angel.” He coos into your ear as his pace quickens, ripping a muffled moan from you that's absorbed into his skin. “Too pretty to use words like that..”
“M’ Sorry, Mikey..” you gasp out when he hits that spot again, red hot pleasure burning through your body.
The way he speaks to you makes your walls clench around him, eliciting a soft whine from him. “Oh baby you feel amazing… I missed you so much.”
His grip on your body tightens as he fucks you, the pace siphoning the juices out of you and forming a puddle at the base of him.
“Mikey..” is all you can muster as you bury your face deep into his skin.
“Yeah princess?” His voice is just above a whisper. “what is it hmm?” he cranes his neck to look down at you, the sight making his heart swell as he takes care of your sleepy body.
You can’t respond, because tears start to flow out of your eyes. Your body starts to shake against him, sobs threatening to break through.
It wasn’t because of the much needed overwhelming pleasure that you were currently experiencing. They were tears of sadness from the fragile dam inside you that finally broke.
“Shh.. shh I know, baby.” He coos into your ear as he continues his thrusts, caressing your soft hair, like he knew everything you wanted to say.
“I’m sorry, Mikey.” You cry against him, expressing earlier sentiments through pain and pleasure, your moans and cries giving him a foreign sense of arousal.
He just kisses your head, telling you that he understands.
He understands how much you missed him, how much you cried alone at night while you waited for him to come back. How desperately you wanted to see him, hear him, smell him, feel him again.
“I’m here angel.. I’m right here, it’s okay.” His affirmations become sloppy as you continue to squeeze against him. signaling your release as your sobs add another beautiful sensation against his cock.
“You getting close, my love?” He asks through a devastatingly beautiful groan, and you nod frantically, sniffling as the storms inside you begin to pass.
“Look at me.. hey.. lemme see that beautiful face.” He encourages, and you lift your head up to his gaze, your eyes puffy and red in the dark, barely visible. “I love you so, so much..” His thrusts get sloppy as he nears his own release, trying desperately to bring yours.
You cry out against his lips as you rest your forehead against his, panting as your buildup threatens to spill over.
“I’m so sorry I left you, pretty girl.. I’m so…” But your orgasm steals the breath from his lungs, the intensity of it something neither of you’ve ever felt before. Before you can cry out, you bite down on his shoulder, a final sob escaping you as he holds you so tightly you feel it against your bones.
The strength of your release milks his own out of him, making him throw his head back while muffling a broken whimper with his fist in his teeth. You both pant heavily as his seed coats your walls, the full feeling bringing you comfort.
Michael catches his breath before you do, and he slowly starts to wipe your tears, placing kisses to the damp skin immediately after. Your eyes flutter shut each time, letting the feeling of your husband finally in your arms engulf you.
“Are you okay…?” He whispers after a long, tranquil silence. “I don’t think you’ve ever… ever done it that intensely before.”
There is true worry laced in his voice, but you nod reassuringly, leaving a soft kiss to his collar.
“It’s just been a while..” You confess with a sniffle and Michael hums for a split second, until a puzzled look forms on his face.
“But what about that phone call? You know, when we..” He trails off in a suggestive tone.
“Oh..” It’s barely above a breath, but he still hears it.
“Please… please don’t be mad.”
Michael's movements on your body halt.
You take a deep breath before explaining, letting your fingers fiddle with his sweater.
“I really wanted to.. and I tried really hard but I couldn’t…” You pause. “But it just wasn’t working.. It wasn’t you and I got frustrated and just missed you so much I started to cry.” Your voice grew smaller as you waited for Michael to respond, but he just stayed silent, and you knew this meant he was still listening.
“So.. so you faked it?” He asks, his tone unreadable.
“I didn’t… I didn’t want to worry you while you were trying to feel good.. I didn’t want it on your mind when you had to stay focused and work so hard..”
More tears start to build and spill, making your lover’s heart burn with sadness.
“Shh…” Is all he says before he gently pulls himself out of you, the sensation making you whine helplessly.
He removes you from on top of him and lays you beside him, pulling you against his chest to see you better.
“It’s not your fault, I’m not angry with you.” He kisses your forehead as more tears spill from you.
“I missed you so much.. I was so lonely, my body just wasn’t..” But you can’t explain. You don’t know why your body betrayed you.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He continues to litter kisses on your skin to soothe your cries.
“I already worried you with the kids… and I didn’t think it was gonna be so hard.” That last part choked you, because it’s true. You didn’t think being away from him for just a week would be so hard but..
“It was hell.” Is all you say, body still shaking from your intense emotions.
His breath shakes as he listens, trying to hold it together for you.
“I know.. I know and I’m so sorry.” His voice is fragile as he pulls you impossibly closer, your scent flooding his nostrils.
“I don’t want you to leave again..” You confess out of pouted lips, but Michael just stays silent. He can’t promise you that, so he just holds you, kissing the top of your head to remind you that he is here now.
“I know..” Is all he can muster. “I don’t wanna leave again either.”
A long, tranquil silence fills the room as you both lay in each other’s embrace, the sound of lazy kisses breaching the gentle ambiance, proof that the both of you are desperate not to let the other go.
As you both lull into sleep, Michael places one last kiss to the tip of your nose, an unspoken promise.
“I love you, with all my heart… Even when I'm not here, just know it burns me inside not to be.” There’s an ache in his voice too, a pit that is holding back his matched sorrow..
“I know… I love you too.” The returned sentiment is so lazy and soft, that if you made even the slightest you wouldn’t be able to catch it.
Your eyes finally succumb to the weight of sleep as your body becomes limp against Michael’s chest. His hand traces lazy shapes along your back, aiding in your slumber.
“Hey baby?” He says to you before you fully fall under..
“Can I please turn the air conditioner to a lower pressure?”
“Mm-mm.” you mutter before succumbing to sleep in your lover's arms.
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