missed you | m. afton
- thinking about michael finally coming home from his shift and you just missed him so much
michael afton x (afab)reader
cw: nsfw! basically all smut, grinding/dry humping, slight dirty talk, marking, fingering, cunninglingus, overstim, he’s extremely handsy, softdom!michael, sub!reader, he’s also just so caring SSHSJSKKD
*can be considered movie or game michael (whatever you like, i wrote this to fit both tbh) (but it may be slightly ooc)
wc: 2.6k
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a/n: hi!! this is actually my first time uploading on here, as well as my first time ever posting fanfiction. i ask that you all please be kind, but don’t be afraid to give me tips or recommendations! 🤧 i’m really excited to start posting more fics and i hope you all enjoy! <3
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you heard the front door creak open as the sun started creeping in the room from the cracks between the curtains. you turned in bed to glance at the clock on the nightstand reading 6:37 AM. michael must’ve just gotten home from work.
the sound of boots being shuffled off was heard past the bedroom door, and keys being tossed on the hook. the soft thuds of footsteps coming towards your shared room increased in volume as michael tried his best to not wake you.
it never worked, though. you were always awake and waiting for him anyways.
with eyes still heavy with sleep, you slowly blinked up at the door knob turning ever so quietly as michael stepped into the room.
“hey.” you quietly greeted, muffled by the thick duvet.
“i’m sorry, darling, did i wake you?” michael whispered back, walking over to your side of the bed.
to be quite honest, you haven’t really gotten much sleep since he left for his shift earlier that night, more so missing the warmth from him next to you in bed.
“not really… i haven’t slept much.” you confess, sitting up a little as michael brushed a few strands away from your face. then, moving his hand down to caress your cheek and jaw.
“i’m sorry, i know these hours are hard, but you know i’ll make it up to you somehow.” he said softly.
you peered up to look at his eyes, the blueness of them sparkling so beautifully in the early morning rays of the sun. he was always so gentle with you, so perfect.
he walked over to his side of the bed, unclipping his badge and name tag, then placing both on his nightstand next to him.
“i just missed you so much, michael.” you spoke, scooting closer to him on the bed as he started undoing his tie.
oh.
he caught a glimmer of something in your eye as you said that, diminishing any sort of exhaustion in his body from his shift.
he quirked his brow at your words and hummed in response, the sun creeping in more to cast golden streaks along your face.
beautiful. he thought.
“…how much?” michael asked innocently, but deep down he needed to know how you missed him.
“i just, i couldn’t stop thinking about you.” you murmur, looking away, embarrassed at your blushing state.
michael turned and softly grabbed your chin, guiding your face to look back at him.
“thinking about me, how?” he questioned, not bothering to even try to hide the grin on his face.
he caught you.
words clearly weren’t on your side today, so you did the next best thing to show him. you glanced down to look at his lips and leaned in, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.
“that’s all?” he asked, feigning surprise, knowing you weren’t only thinking about kissing him.
as he shuffled closer to you, leaning back a little and letting his legs spread out in front of him, his eyes bore through your skull, dark with something that had your heart rate rapidly increasing.
“because, i had something a little bit different on my mind.” michael reveals, grabbing your waist and pulling you onto his lap, his head leaning back against the headrest of the bed, his knees bending to hold you against your back.
you braced your hands on his chest as he held you firmly in place, straddling him, pressed against him.
“you know, I think about you a lot while at work.” michael says, rubbing his hands soothingly along the sides of your waist.
“it gets so boring there at night, knowing you’re all alone in bed, without me.”
his hands creep down further, laying in the spot where your thighs and hips meet, his thumb outlining the crease there, making you shudder.
his hands move ever so slightly to start to grip harder on the curve of your hips, palms pressed against the sides of your ass.
“i start to wonder what you must be doing by yourself, while i’m not there to satisfy you.”
you move a little, trying to rock your hips, craving any sort of friction against him.
“i get so worked up, y’know?” michael tilts his head up to whisper in your ear, his breath fanning hot against your neck.
he starts peppering kisses along your neck, stopping to suck lightly on that spot that has you gasping. you crane your head to the side, allowing him to have more room to mark you.
“michael, please.” you whimper, his mouth continuing to lick and suck on your neck. his grip still iron against your hips, squeezing slightly every so often.
“please what? you have to use your words, darling.” michael taunts, the grip on your hips loosening as he starts running his hands under your shirt, fingers splayed against your lower stomach, his touch burning against your bare skin.
your hands fly to his collar, starting to undo the buttons down his shirt, earning an amused snicker from him.
“impatient, are we?” michael retracts his fingers from under your shirt and catches both your hands, stopping you in your tracks as he leans in to kiss you again.
he kisses you harder this time, with a little more fervor. you return with that same hunger, deepening the kiss as his hand comes to grip the nape of your neck. his other hand returning to your bare waist, his thumb rubbing lazy circles there.
you arch into his touch, grinding down harder. the movement of your hips elicits a small groan from him and the sound is intoxicating.
you continue rolling your hips as michael’s tongue darts out into your mouth, knocking the air out of your lungs.
you can’t help but mewl in the kiss at the feeling of rubbing yourself on michael, and he whimpers in response, his fingers dancing further up your stomach and ghosting underneath the outline of your bare breasts.
“please- michael, i need more.” you whine out, gasping for air.
next thing you know, your shirt is lifted above your head, discarded somewhere on the floor, and you’re flipped onto your back, michael looming overhead, his knees pressing down in the bed on either side of your legs, caging you in.
you start to try and unbutton his shirt again, fingers shaking desperately as he starts kissing from the corner of your mouth down to your neck.
you finally get the last button undone as he takes a moment to shimmy out of the confining dress shirt, leaning back down to continue kissing around your collarbones, sucking rather harshly at one spot to leave a mark.
you suck in a harsh breath of air as his fingers come up to trace around the swell of your breasts while his mouth reaches further down.
he cups your right breast, fitting easily in the palm of his hand, and massages gently as his tongue starts to trace a line down your cleavage. you shudder at the feeling and arch your back, trying to get even closer to his touch.
he then rolls your right nipple between his fingers, while his tongue goes to lap at the other neglected one, earning a guttural moan from you, and you feel his mouth curve into a smile at the reaction.
he continues his assault on your chest and sucks harshly on the left bud, making you let out a surprised gasp as your fingers tangle in his brown hair.
he switches his mouth over to your right nipple as his hand goes to play with the left one, repeating the same tortuous motions.
it’s all so overwhelming and you feel yourself growing hot at your core watching his muscles flex as he holds himself up by one arm.
“mph- michael, please, i can’t.” you cry out in slight overstimulation from his endless sucking at your chest.
“shh, yes you can.” michael soothes you as he starts to kiss down further, making eye contact with you the whole way down your stomach, your heart rate not getting any slower, and your body getting set ablaze from his stare.
he positions himself between your legs and rubs his hands along the sides of your waist and hips, dipping his fingers teasingly into the waistband of your shorts, only to pull them out again and trace his fingers along the hem.
you’re a stuttering mess as you try to hold back your whimpers and pleas, begging him to touch you.
“touch me, please.” you plead out desperately, throwing your head back to hide your face, cheeks hot from the position you’re in right now.
“you see how easy it is to simply use your words.” michael responds, thumbs rubbing where your waistband meets your skin.
he slides his fingers to hook around the waistband of your shorts and slowly pulls them down your legs, his fingertips brushing against your bare skin, each touch sending electric jolts to your core.
once he tosses your shorts to the floor, he makes his way back up your legs, kissing all the way up at a tortuously slow pace, driving you insane.
when he finally reached your thighs, he nudged your legs apart with his hands as he started to suck and kiss along the inside of your thighs, inching closer and closer to where you needed him most.
you felt his breath fan across your underwear as he observed just how much you missed him.
“beautiful.” he whispered, reaching a tentative finger out to leave a featherlike touch to the dampened spot in your underwear.
you cried out at the small touch, proving just how sensitive, yet needy, he’s gotten you.
michael then slid both his hands up the sides of your thighs, hooking his index finger and thumb around the thin waistband of your underwear, revealing all of yourself to him.
“so beautiful.” he repeated, groaning to himself as he took in the view of you laid out underneath him, the sunrise casting a golden hue over every curve and crease of your body, which had him saying a silent prayer to himself in his head.
you were so perfect like this, perfect for him.
he wasted no time, grabbing your legs and hoisting them over his shoulder to gain better access as he leaned down.
he placed a kiss just above your clit before he licked a long stripe through your folds, making you grip the sheets with one hand and tug on his hair with the other.
he licked slowly from your hole to just below your clit, making you writhe in the sheets while his hands came to hold you down by your hips.
you looked down at him through lidded eyes as he stared up at you, his eyes sparkling, but his gaze piercing.
he used this as the opportunity to flick his tongue against your clit, pulling a high-pitched moan out of you.
your body twitched as he started relentlessly flicking his tongue over the bud, tears stinging the corner of your eyes as you could no longer control the endless whimpers from your lips.
he then sucked, long and hard, on your clit making your legs involuntarily close as you nearly screamed.
he groaned, sending vibrations through your core as he removed his hands from holding down your hips to yank your thighs away from crushing his head, his palms pressing your thighs down onto the bed as he sucked and licked like a man starved.
“michael-ohmygod-please don’t stop.” you screamed out, tears sliding down your cheeks in pure bliss.
he sucked even faster, even harder, as he felt your hips stuttering and your moans getting higher, knowing you were getting close.
the knot in your stomach was so close to untying as his tongue alternated from flicking to sucking.
your back arched up off the bed and just as you were about to teeter off the edge, michael slowed his movements down completely, coming to a devastating halt.
“wha- why, michael please.” you whined out in protest, looking down at him, eyes glossed over.
just as you were about to protest further, he took one hand off your leg and started rubbing circles over your clit with his thumb.
“remember to be patient, darling.” michael laughed, increasing the speed of his thumb on your clit.
you cried out, your knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets so hard, and michael whimpered as you tugged harder on his hair.
his thumb stopped as his middle finger prodded at your entrance, swiping it through your fold to collect the wetness there before easily slipping into you.
you let out a broken sob at the sudden intrusion, as michael’s mouth returned on your clit.
he started to thrust in and out of you, increasing the speed as you leaked all over his hand.
he took this as a sign to add another finger, his middle and ring finger now knuckles deep in you as he relentlessly curled them inside you, reaching the spot that had you thrashing in his grip.
tears were now streaming down your cheeks as you choked on your own sobs of pleasure.
the combination of his fingers hitting you so deep inside, and his tongue flicking and sucking on your clit had you nearing that peak again.
“michael ‘m so close.” you bawled, thighs beginning to shake from the stimulation.
michael removed his mouth for a second to watch as your hole greedily sucked in his fingers so easily.
“look at you, taking me so well.” michael purred, thrusting his fingers even faster, feeling you start to clench around them.
he reattached his mouth to your clit, sucking brutally as his fingers continued to hit that spot over and over.
you moaned out incoherent pleas as your hand in his hair shoved his head down even more, grinding against his tongue.
he hummed at the action, the vibrations on your clit sending you over the edge as your body stilled and your mouth fell open, his fingers never slowing down to coax you through your orgasm as you clenched around his fingers.
you wailed out as you came hard on his fingers, his tongue incessantly flicking at your clit, prolonging the shockwaves of pleasure as your body spasmed.
even as your body stopped shaking and your breathing slowed, michael didn’t even stop, mouth sucking hard and fingers continuing to thrust in and out to ride out your orgasm.
“michael, ah it’s too much-mpfh!” you cried out in overstimulation, legs threatening to close again.
but he still didn’t stop, and you felt the knot in your stomach rekindling as he scissored his fingers in and out your hole, and his tongue started tracing circles over your clit.
the overstimulation paired with the view of him so determined on making you come again had you seeing stars, his biceps straining as his hand fought to continue holding you in place.
before you knew it, you were coming again, harder this time, vision turning white.
your back arched up, moans falling out of your mouth as you twitched around his fingers for the second time.
michael then started to slow down his movements, riding you through each aftershock, before removing his mouth completely, and sliding his fingers out.
you watched as he scooted back, his cheek resting against your thigh as he gasped for air, both of you trying to catch your breath.
you leaned to sit up on your forearms, your legs still feeling like jelly.
the morning sun was fully up now, lighting up the room, as you turned to see the alarm clock now reading 8:06 AM.
michael grinned, “did that show you how much i missed you too?”
