nakel🎀

this is my first fic

tour break (s)

michael is on tour and you can’t cum without him. on a random night where you try to masturbate michael comes home on a week long break where he knows he has to help(have)you in every single way possible…….michael eats pussy, little bit of bed humping(m), raw p in v(wrap that willy), missionary, backshots, quick thumb in the butt(f), squirting, evb cums, evb is happy. (i did NOT proofread)

michael has been on tour for 3 months. that means it’s been 3 months since you’ve been touched, cared for, tended to. spending your nights wishing he’d bust in and take advantage of your longing for him. you get the postcards from each city, not caring to write back because you know he’ll be in the next city. you actually thought that you would be ok not being around mikey for a while, but as you walk through the city, you hear nothing but michael and his brothers. most days spent in the house as you suffer through the forced abstinence. but as the days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months you’ve tried to come up with ways to please yourself.

you’ve been to the local sex shop 6 times in the past 2 weeks. dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, everything. nothing was remotely close to the way mikey made you feel. but you wanted to have one night where you didn’t need him; you lit about 50% of the candles in the house, got a bottle of wine, and the 3 different vibrators you claimed “weren’t enough”, while wearing your favorite ran down tshirt. “here goes nothing.” you say as you lay in the middle of the bed; legs bent, pussy out, and one of the three fully charged vibrators to your side. it never took you too long to get wet when you were with michael, but with yourself it seems to take forever. rubbing the vibrator up and down your slit but with your luck you had another 30 minutes of useless activity. little do you know as you lay there feeling hopeless for your libido, the jacksons just got their 1st break of the tour, 1 short week of freedom. already back in town, michael is thinking of all the ways he can show how much he missed you. “you’re really excited to go home mike.” tito teased but little did his family know he was more than excited. ever since the break got announced michael has been hard, sitting in the back of the tour bus thinking of you as you sit at home clueless and annoyed, cleaning and putting everything up.

as the last device is put away you start to hear the door jiggle. you think to yourself there is no way. the door opens and you immediately see michael; you never thought that him wearing sweatpants, a tshirt and the matching bracelet he sent when he was in london would hound you the way it did. not wanting to overwhelm him with the overbearing lust you’ve been holding onto you don’t hug him for long. he notices your behavior, “what’s wrong?” “nothing i’m just a little shocked.” “joe gave us a break.” “how long?” “a week.” you hate to admit it but you have no pure intentions for this week. all you could think of was the way michael’s nose was gonna fit so perfectly in between your legs, the way his hair hangs would hang when he kisses you. and without realizing you started to bite your lip and squeeze your legs together not seeing that he’s noticing it all. one thing you hated was that michael knew everything abt you. he knows what you want and he’s just waiting on you to ask him for it. “are you sure you’re shocked baby?” michael was teasing you. “if you think something else is wrong why don’t you ask.” your attitude wasn’t on purpose but you knew he was trying to get under your skin. and he was already there. he knew you weren’t gonna stay strong for long “ being mean doesn’t get you what you want” he just didn’t think you would give in that easily. “i need you to fuck me michael.” “wow like that?” you knew he was gonna say something but atp you were wanting for him to follow you to the room. kissing you as soon as he steps in, his lips moving from your lips, to your neck to the little bit of cleavage you had from the tshirt. “lay down baby” he didn’t have to tell you twice, watching you lay down on the 8 unnecessary pillows you swear you needed.

you knew what the routine was, legs spreading as he stripped down to his underwear. crawling towards your spread legs, reaching where your clit and his nose meet. “i missed you baby, i missed the way your legs shake in anticipation, i missed this.” as he licks a stripe up along your pussy. you’re overstimulated already, sensitive to everything he’s doing. listening to the way your wetness wasted no time filling up the room. listening to the way that eating you out is turning michael on. listening to the way he humps the sheets to try and get off. “i’m so close love” you say as michael’s fingers dive inside of you. he missed those words he couldn’t wait to hear them for the rest of the week. “cum on my tongue. remind me of how i make you feel.” and you did, loudly, praying that the neighbors just ignore it. he comes up to kiss you, giving you a taste of yourself. you don’t want to waste anytime. you reach for his dick freeing it from the underwear he had been leaking in for hours. “i need you inside of me right now.” you whisper in his ear “i could never deprive you of what you need.” he starts to align himself with you. paying attention to the way you breathe as he inserts himself. he would never tell you but you are the reason for his ego. the sounds from your wetness, the moans, and the fact you automatically look fucked out. he could nut right then and there. he starts slowly, trying to let your body rmb him but you don’t care for the precaution. bucking your hips up into his wanting to feel all of michael inside you. he understands rather quickly, picking his pace up and trailing his finger over your body eventually finding his way to your clit.

you can feel everything. the way his thumb is rubbing on you, the veins on his dick, the way he tapped you so you’d flip you onto your stomach. pulling your hips up so he can insert himself back in. he watches where your hips meet as he thrusts into you “you look so good baby” the sight before michael was so beautiful but michael always had to perfect the perfect. all you hear is spit, soon feeling his thumb rimming the outside of your other hole. he sits there listening for any objections on what he was doing and inserted his finger. unexpectedly you actually liked it more than you thought you would. you knew that the way this was going you would wake up to a couple noise complaints. but the way you were feeling you didn’t care because you felt that feeling in your stomach, the one that michael has only made you feel “im gonna squirt” you whisper to yourself hoping michael would hear it and possibly slow down the way he was blasting into you. he felt you, he knew you were close. after a couple more thrusts you felt michael start to get sloppy. “i’m gonna cum baby” you had no more words in you, waiting for the thrust that would send you both over. and then it happened, soaking the sheets and man behind you. breathing as he cums on the sheets. “i missed you michael” i missed you too baby.” you just can’t wait for what the rest of the week unfolds.

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