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Mature!Michael x wife!reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

a/n: hi guys, i just wanna say thank you to everyone who liked my first 2 fics ! ily all so much and as again please correct me for any errors, english isnt my first language ! </3 enjoy baby dolls, mwah🩵

synopsis: Everyone has an opinion about their marriage. The tabloids call her spoiled. The world calls him untouchable. Neither of them knows the truth. Only the two people behind the front page ever will.

warnings: 18+ mdni. smut, angst, comfort, fingering, dirty talk, soft dom! mike, teasing, fluff, mirror sex, finger sucking, unprotected sex (never do that wrap that up!!!) wc: around 2.6k ??

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Everyone knew about your guys relationship after being spotted sneaking out of a private Hollywood afterparty, tabloids went wild, paparazzi became even MORE relentless toward Michael, interview questions grew even more awkward… But thats just what came with dating the biggest celebrity in the whole world?! People aren’t ever going to change. No, you didn’t want your relationship with Michael to be exposed to the public just yet, but Michaels fanbase is absolutely crazy over him, they look for him all over Hollywood hoping to catch just one glimpse of him like crazy psychopaths.

Ever since these news broke out, you couldn’t stand the amount of attention you got, not just because you were shy, but because every single little thing you did out in public, you’ll wake up the next morning being on the front page. One morning you woke up, prepping a coffee for yourself, you pick up the latest tabloid from the kitchen counter, your heart drops to see how wild the tabloids really have gotten? HOLLYWOODS BIGGEST GOLD DIGGER? the headline stretched across the top of the front page in ginormous bold letters with a picture of you and Michael at the mall he rented out for you that day just so you can get whatever you want while he carried you bags, following you around everywhere.

Yes, Michael spoiled you ROTTEN. Designer bags, flowers, jewelry, surprise vacations, and anything your heart could ever desire. What the fans didn’t see is that you rarely asked for this, Michael just loves spoiling you because of how in love he is with seeing you happy. This was just one of Michaels ways of showing his love to you, and no amount of gossip could ever change that. Fans definitely don’t know about Michael having you bent over in front of him whenever and wherever he wants.

You walk around the kitchen counter to get your cup of coffee, tabloid in your hand, reading everything that the people have to say about you, calling you horrible names. Taking a sip of your coffee, still glancing down at the tabloid, you hear the sound of Michaels footsteps coming from down the hallway, Michael walked in wearing a loose white T-shirt and grey sweatpants, his eyes immediately glancing down at the tabloid in your hands, before letting out a quiet sigh. Without saying another word, Michael took it out of your hands a crumbled it into a ball, tossing it in the trash. “You know none of thats true.” he murmured, cupping your cheeks. “Now come here.” before you could even deny, Michael pulled you into a tight hug, making you all flustered despite everything you just read.

Immediately melting into his embrace, Michaels hugs always making you feel like everythings okay. “Stop reading those, mama.” Michael mumbles against your neck, giving you kisses all over it. “Don’t listen to them, they don’t know you like I do.” he whispered against your ear. You let out a quiet sigh, pulling away from his embrace and look up at him. “I know. I know, it just gets so exhausting at how cruel people are.” you admitted “It’s like no matter what i do, someone always has something terrible to say about me?” Michael let out a big sigh, studying your face for a moment before snapping his fingers, looking away. “Get dressed.” You raise an eyebrow, looking confused, “Why?” A grin spreading across his face. “Because my wife deserves a better morning than this.”

You roll your eyes dramatically. “Michael..” “Nope.” he interrupted you with a slight laugh, grabbing your waist to pull you against his chest. “No arguments, baby. We’re going out and thats final.” Michael let go of you, heading towards the bedroom. “Twenty minutes. Wear something pretty.” You crossed your arms against your chest, trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips. “And what if I don’t want to?” He glanced at you over your shoulder with a mischievous grin. “Then I guess I’ll just have to carry you to the car.” You shake your head, laughing before you could even stop it. “You’re impossible.” Michael standing at the doorway to your guys bedroom, turning around to look at you. “And yet.” he teased. “you married me.” he winked at you before walking into the room

By the time you were done getting ready, Michael is waiting at the front door for you, You walk outside the room, wearing a fitted white laced camisole that hugged your figure perfectly layered beneath a black and white striped cardigan, unbuttoned. A pair of low-rise bootcut jeans, brushing over your open-toe red heels. Michael looked up the moment he heard your heels clicking against the polished floor. “Oh there she is…” Michaels eyes traveling from your heels all the way up to your face. “What?” You breathed out a laugh, trying to hide the fact of how flustered you are from him. “Do a lil’ 360 for me, mama.” You rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile. “A little 360?”

“Mhm,” he nodded. “I Gotta admire my wife.” You laugh, slowly turning around for him, Michael smacks your ass lightly. “God damn,” Michael licks his lips, keeping his gaze on your ass. “How’d I get so damn lucky?” Your face turning red, but you couldn’t help but giggle. “You’re ridiculous!” you smack his shoulder playfully. “Yeah, ridiculously in love with you, baby.” He kisses your forehead. “You’re making it difficult to leave the house.” Heat rushing to your cheeks as you dramatically rolled your eyes. “You’re so dramatic!” Michaels hands slips around your waist, kissing the side of your head. “You look beautiful, baby,” he whispers against your ear. “Now c’mon, let’s go.”

Michael holds your hand while walking to the Black Rolls Royce waiting outside the house, opening the door for you, sliding into the car right after you. The quiet hum of the Rolls Royce pulling out of the driveway, driving towards the busy city. “Sooooo, where are we going?” Michaels looks out the window. “Out to eat.” His hand sliding to grip your thigh. You rub your thighs together, trying to fight back the damp spot growing in the middle of your panties. Michael knew how much you loved it when he touched your thighs. You looked the other way, hiding the smirk spreading across your face.

Once you guys get to the destination, Michael slides out the car and takes your hand to walk to the brunch restaurant, ‘The Ivy,’ fans immediately recognize you two, paparazzi rushing towards you guys, security pushing through everyone just to get inside, one interviewer yells, “Y/N, is it true that you’re only with Michael for the money!” you try to ignore it, but all these questions are flooding your mind, negatively. “Security, get that man out of here, get him fired from his job.” Michael squeezes your hand tightly.

You and Michael get seated at a table, sitting across from each other. “Whatcha’ gonna get, mama?” Your eyes scanning the menu, “nothing big, not too hungry.” Michael raises an eyebrow, looking sorta concerned. “y/n, you need to eat, you haven’t ate.” your gaze falls to your lap, “I know.. its just, I lost my appetite after hearing what those people were saying outside..” Michael takes you hand and rubs his thumb across you knuckles. “Baby.. You know none of it is true, why are you letting it get to you?”

You try to blink back that sting in your eyes. “Because after hearing it over and over again..” your voice coming out barley above a whisper. “You start to wonder if thats all really people see me as..” Michael stops his rhythmic rubbing against your knuckles, he cups his hand against yours and gives your hands a light squeeze. “Baby.. Look at me,” Michael reaches his hand to your jaw, forcing you to catch his gaze. “They don’t know you like I do, okay? They don’t know the woman who sees me for who I really am. They don’t know the woman who said ‘I do’ at the alter. They don’t know the woman who makes love to me every night, so so good.”

Heat creeping up to your neck, all the way up to your cheeks. “Finee…” you try to fight back smiling before you burst out giggling. You two both order your food, Michael got Belgian waffles with strawberries, scrambled eggs and turkey bacon, with orange juice. of course. You decided to get French toast with a side of berries, and a vanilla iced coffee. While the two of you wait for your food, Michael is staring at you whenever you’re not looking. “Y’ know…” Michael grins at you. You turn tour head towards him, tilting it a bit. “Hm?” you try to fight back a smile after you seen the gaze Michael had on you. “You pout when you’re thinking.” Michael giggles softly. “I do not?” You laugh, following his gaze in his eyes, slightly confused since you never knew that. “Yes you do baby, I’ve been staring at you this whole time you were looking out the window.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together, smiling at him slightly. “Michael.” He shakes his head, laughing while looking down. “I think it’s cute.” You turn your head towards the waitress walking up to your guys table with your food, she places the food on the table, “enjoy, you two!” she smiles innocently at us then walks back into the kitchen.

“This looks so good…” Michael licks his lips looking down at his food before picking up the silverware to his left. You try to seem not as concerned about what the people outside had to say about you earlier, just to make Michael not worried about you. “Yeah, yeah it sure does.” you glance up at Michael already eating his food. You drizzle syrup on your french toast before cutting into it.

It’s now been about 3 hours since you and Michael left ‘The Ivy.’ You two are both back home, Michael is in his office working on some stuff you don’t even understand, you’re in the living room, on the floor playing with the dog, Michael gifted you for your birthday last year, you’re just trying to get your mind off things but the questions that the interviewers were asking earlier still in the back of your mind.

You hear the padding of Michaels footsteps coming from up the stairs, you immediately shoot your head up to see Michael, your dog Zumi still in your lap, licking your hands, in need of attention, Michaels in his reading glasses that he hates wearing. “Hey, mama.” Michael leans down to you and kisses you on the lips. “Hi, Mike..” Your guys foreheads resting against each others. “Im done working, finally.” Michael kisses the tip of your nose before sitting down in front of you. “Finally.” you reply back to him, smiling awkwardly at him, trying to hide the fact that your mind is full of negative thoughts about earlier. “Whats wrong, y/n?” he raises an eyebrow, studying your face. “you seem… off.”

You let out a big sigh looking down. “Just… still kinda concerned about earlier…” you fidget with the ring on you finger. Zumi had already ran off to her bed, Michael brings his hand to your chin to force you to look at him, resting his thumb on your lips. “Y/n…” he studies your face. “Do I have to show you what these fans don’t know about you?” he slips his thumb past your lips. Your lips wrapping around his thumb. “Suck.” Michael demands towards you. You begin to suck on his thumb, bobbing your head up and down slowly.

“There she is…” Michael licks his lips at the look of your lips wrapped around his thumb. “Do the fans know about this, baby?” You look up at him through your lashes, shaking your head no, still sucking on his thumb perfectly. “Only us… And thats all that matters, isn’t it, mama?” You nod your head, taking your lips off his thumb with a ‘pop!’ sound. “Babyyyy, stop teasing me.” Michael laughs before getting up off the floor, he offers a hand to you.

Michael leads you to your guys master bedroom, once you two get in the room he closes the door and locks it behind him. “Strip for me. Now.” His eyes look serious, lustful. Something you’ve never seen before. You begin sliding down your pants, then your top. “No, mama. Even your panties and bra too.” You let out a quiet sigh them unclasp your bra and slide your panties down, tossing them to the side on top of the pile of your clothes on the floor, standing bare naked infront of him now. Michaels gaze drop down to your body and up to your face, licking his lips. “Look how beautiful you are baby.”

You stand awkwardly infront of him as he studies your body. He walks towards you and grabs your hand, leading you to your guys big body sized mirror. “Sit down for me, sweetheart.” You scratch your arm nervously, sitting down infront of the mirror, Michael follows your movements right after. You turn your head to Michael “Michael what are you doing?” you ask him sounding confused out of your mind. “Spread your legs for me mama.”

You spread your legs apart, slowly. Exposing your gushing wet cunt to him through the mirror. “Oh look at that pretty pussy baby.. Is that for me?” Michael spreads his legs and pulls you from the waist to sit in between them. Michael slides his hand down your stomach, all the way down to your wet folds. You immediately gasp to his touch, dropping your head back to his shoulder. “There you go, baby..”

Michael slips one finger into your wet cunt, your breathing getting heavier. “Mikey!” you moan out quietly. Michael slides another finger into you, feeling how you tighten around him. “So tight f’ me baby, fuck.” he slides his other hand down your stomach to rub your clit with his middle and ring finger. Michaels feels you clench around his fingers, he can tell you’re close. “Michael! Im close…” Michael moves both of his hands faster than before. “Oh fuck! fuck! fuck!” You moan his name like a chant, letting go all over his fingers.

Michael pulls his fingers out of your seeping cunt, locking eyes with you through the mirror, he shows you his fingers. “Look at that mess you made all over my fingers mama.” He brings his fingers to his lips, sucking them off. “You taste like heaven.” Michael kisses you on the lips, cupping your cheek, just so you can taste yourself on his lips. When you both pull back, Michael backs away from you. “Lay on your stomach and arch for me, baby.” And you know what you do? You do just as he says, your face down and ass up, arching just how he likes it.

Michael unbuckles his belt and slides his trousers down with his boxers. “Look how pretty you look baby.” he slaps his hard length against your slick folds, sliding it up and down through it. “Mikey… pleasee.!” you plead, voice cracking slightly. “Patience baby girl.” Michael grips on the back of your neck before pushing his hard cock into your tight gummy walls. “oh fuck!” your eyes roll to the back of your head. “There you go baby…” Michael thrusts into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. “Do the fans know about this? Do they know how good we make each other feel?” His thrusts becoming harsher and faster. “Hm?”

You begin to whimper, tears start to roll down your cheeks, you shake your head no to him. “Use your words for me baby.” Are you serious. You can barely fucking talk. “No! No they don’t know!” You manage to say in a shaky sob with tears streaming down your flustered cheeks. “Good girl.”

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FINALLY DONE WITH IT, HOW ARE WE LIKING THIS??? I worked all night and day on this i hope yall liked it !!!

also lmk to be added to taglist !! and please please req on what i should write about !!!

jermajesty jackson! x f! reader ༺♡༻

a/n: hi baby dolls, so this based off this req, ty anon ! hope you enjoy !! also guys please correct me for any errors</3 english isnt my first language, but i try and learn everyday :3 anyways hope you enjoy my masterlist!

synopsis: you and jermajesty broke up 2 months ago after a relationship of 4 years, you’re the one that broke up with him because of how disrespectful he was towards you, but ever since that day you broke up with him, you’ve always felt like someone has been stalking you… jermajesty is still deeply in love with you still and tries texting you all the time to try and win you back </3 will you take him back after what you find out?

WARNINGS: 18+, SMUT,spitting, overstimulation, dark romance, choking, stalking, p in v, dirty talk!!!!, oral & fingering (f! receiving) use of “mama”, toxic jermajesty IF YOU SQUINT, creampie, just nasty nasty nasty ok enjoy xo wc: 2,522 !

-not proof read, sorry !

November 19th, 2025.

You and your boyfriend, Jermajesty Jackson, are walking together at a park, autumn leaves on the trees, falling down by the time passes, and the air breeze was cold and windy, it felt awesome, like a perfect fall day. No. Not for you and Jermajesty, yes you guys are walking together during this PERFECT autumn day, but you two aren’t saying one word to each other since you guys just got into a heated argument about how disrespectful and distant he has been the last 3 months. you stop walking and let go of his arm, jermajesty looks back at you, so confused. “The hell are you doin’?!” you look up at him, nervously like you wanna vomit. “Maj… why can’t we be like how we were before…?” you scratch your arm, looking down at you feet on the concrete sidewalk. “y/n, you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, hurry up cmon.” he reaches his hand out towards you, expecting you’re going to take it. you take a small step back. “Maj… I’m sorry i don’t think we’re gonna work out if we keep our relationship up like this… I’m sorry…” Before you can even look up at him with your watery, glossy eyes, you’re already speed walking back to your car. you can hear the echo of Jermajestys voice, telling you to come back. Once you got in your car and started to drive away thats when Jermajesty started spam texting and calling you. You put his messages on silent since you didn’t want to block him just yet, you needed your best friend’s opinion immediately.

You pull up to your best friend, Crystal’s, house. Banging on her house door, sobbing at what just happened, once she open the door she hugs you immediately. “y/n whats going on!? come inside, its freezing!” she holds you while moving you two towards her living room couch. “it was.. j-jermajesty! we.. we broke up!” you managed you breathe out a sentence while sobbing into Crystals chest. Crystal on the other hand never liked Jermajesty with you since how toxic he was, because this isn’t the first time you’re complaining to her about Jermajesty. “What’d he do this time.” Crystal rubs your back slowly with a straight face because of how disappointed she is in Jermajesty. You sniffle, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, trying to calm your breathing down. “I…. I broke up with him.” you look into her eyes with your red glossy eyes, mascara stained under your eyes, but Crystal has seen every side of you, she’s used to this. “Finally. Why’d you two break up?” Crystal reaches for a strand of your hair and moves it out of your face.

You tell Crystal everything about why you broke up with him, because of how disrespectful and distant he’s been. You stay the night at her house for the week since she’s the only friend who truly understands you, Crystal also told you to block him since it’s for the best. Ever since you blocked him, you haven’t got any calls or texts anymore, finlally after slightly getting over your situation with Jermajesty you decide to go back to your house and try to make yourself feel better and more confident.

January 15th, 2026.

2 months has now passed since you and Jermajesty broke up, you’ve been focusing on yourself these past 2 months, only posting on social media whenever you’re out, but really behind all of that you’re alone. You feel like half of you is missing because Jermajesty really was sweet before he switched up. You don’t want to miss him but you feel like you do.

It’s the middle of the night, your clock on your nightstand reads, ‘1:56A.M.’ and you’re getting calls from a No Caller ID, 6 missed calls from this person? “who the fuck..” you say looking at your call log, deciding to call this No Caller ID back, the line rings, once they pick up they dont say anything right away. “Hello?” you try to hear anything from the other line, all you hear is breathing. “Y/n.” the person says, a familiar voice you’ve heard before but yout mind doesnt go straight to Jermajesty, hes in the back of your mind though. “Who is this?” you reply sound very confused. The line disconnects, this person just called you 6 times just to hang up? You try dialing the number again but nobody answers.

It’s been 3 days since that call had happened and something has been off ever since. You wake up to sounds outside your house, but you try brushing it off. But tonight there was a knock at your front door, you just got home from a night out with Crystal, so you’re just in a robe since you just got out the shower, you’re so confused at who could be knocking at your door this late at night, its 12:32AM? you fix your hair quickly, its brushed and damp, you walk downstairs and look through the peephole, you see Jermajesty.

You take a big sigh, then open the door, resting your hand on your hip, looking up at his tall figure in the dark. “What.” you make eye contact with him, turning to the side to turn your porch light on, you cant help but think about how cute he looks though. He looks down at you, towering over you. “Baby… I miss you.” Your heart drops to your ASS. “Maj? We broke up like 2 months ago, are you drunk? high? Whats going on, are you okay!?” Your taking him inside of your house and set him on your couch, so confused because why is he telling you that he misses you in the middle of the night?! “Jermajesty are you okay! answer me!?” You’re now gripping on his bicep to face him towards you. “I miss you…”

How did the night end up with you on top of Jermajesty on your living room couch. “Maj!!” you scream out with your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “mama..” Jermajesty breathing heavily against your lips. “I’m so close, baby!” riding Jermajesty into the couch. The sound of skin slapping filling and moaning filling up the room. “Me too, baby.” Jermajesty presses his lips against yours to swallow the sounds of your moans as you two both release at the same time..

Your head is resting against Jermajestys chest, laying down on the couch together while watching On My Block. “Did you miss me?” Your eyes widen, looking down at the floor, you take a big sigh. “I did..” looking back at him in the eyes. Jermajesty giggles a bit. “I’m the one who has been calling you every night.” Thats when your jaw drops, you breathe out a slight laugh. “really? you, motherfucker!!” you shake your head while laughing, pushing his shoulder. “Sorry! Sorry! I just missed hearing your voice.” He puts his hand up in surrender while laughing. You roll your eyes dramatically, leaning down to kiss him on the lips. “Ive missed your voice too, maj.”

You and Jermajesty never made it official that you two got back together but you’ve sure been acting like a couple these past 2 weeks. The same creaks and thuds happening at night, but they never seemed to happen whenever Jermajesty stayed the night? You didn’t think much of it though, just glad you can sleep peacefully.

Tonight you were staying the night at Jermajesty’s, you pack everything you need for the night and the next morning, once you got there, you two baked some cookies and sat on the couch with his head on you lap, while you played with his curls, the two of you watching On My Block, You have the urge to use the bathroom. “Baby I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick, kay?” Jermajesty nods still looking straight at the TV, lifting his head off your lap.

You get into the bathroom and do your business, but as you’re washing your hands, you look at his shelfs above the toilet, looking at a Red Ralph Lauren box you gifted him 2 years ago with 2 polos from them, you giggle slightly, reaching for the box wondering why does he still have this? A black tie around the box, you untie the bow and lift the lid off, the box filled with black wrapping paper, you move it to the side and your eyes widen, scattering your gaze around the box. You felt like your heart dropped out of your ass. Literally.

You look up at yourself in the mirror, then back down at the box, the box had a stack of photos of you. sleeping, in your bed naked, a photo of you masturbating on your bed, photos of you out in public, etc. you look beside the photos and see 3 pairs of your panties you were wondering where were, a little paper with the times you fall asleep, get home, and wake up in the morning, and a necklace of yours you lost 3 days ago. “What the actual fuck.” you managed to say, loud enough for Jermajesty to hear.

His head snaps towarss the bathroom door, getting off the couch and rushing towards the locked bathroom door. “Mama!? You okay in there?” Jermajesty asks, trying to turn the locked doorknob, nervous if you found the box he would hope nobody ever found, especially YOU. “perfectly fine!” you’re breathing getting heavier, you put everything back, forgetting to tie the box back because of how anxious you are. Once you open the door, breathing heavily, Jermajestys eyes don’t meet yours right away, he’s looking above you at the untied Ralph Lauren box.

You move past him, grabbing your things. “I think Im gonna head out.. I got some work to catch… catch up on!” But before you can leave a large hand grabs your wrist, pulling you towards his room. Jermajesty pushing you onto his bed. “What’d you find?” Jermajestys eyes locked onto you with his eyebrows knitted together. “N-nothing!” straight lie vomiting out of your mouth “Mama… don’t lie to me..” You sigh trying to look away but he grips his chin, forcing you to look at him. “Why do you have that in there, Maj?” You look him striated im the eye with a worried face. “I missed you.” Yeah. A little too much.

You shake your head out of concern. “Thats some stalking shit, Jermajesty!” you push him off of you, sitting up, but you can help by laugh at how obsessed he is with you, its scary. literally. “Missed me too much.” Jermajesty raised one eyebrow. “You… You’re not mad?” You turn your head towards him, shaking your head while laughing. “Well, im concerned. Were you planning on doing something bad?” Jermajesty sits up immediately, cupping your cheek. “No.. Not at all, baby.. I just missed you so much.” You kiss the tip of his nose. “stalker.” you breathe out laughing.

Jermajestys eyebrows raise. “Girl! I know everything about you now, don’t play with me.” You gasp at his sassiness thrown back at you, you look away but by the time you turn your head Jermajesty is pressing his lips against the corner of your mouth, pushing you back onto the bed, hovering his body over you, grinding against your throbbing cunt, you can feel his hard growing buldge against you. “maj… please.” you breathe heavily against his lips, then kissing his lips, deeply.

You fumble your fingers with the waistband of his sweatpants, sliding them down with his boxers. Jermajesty lifting you up off the bed and sets you on the middle of the bed, sliding down your little black shorts you had on, leading his hands up to take your hoodie off with nothing else underneath it. “fuck, mama. You’re beautiful.” you glide your hand down his bicep. “jer…. please.” you whine, begging to feel him. “gotta wait, princess.” you pout your lips, jermajesty leans down and tugs his teeth at your pouting lip slightly before kissing you, his right hand sliding down your stomach, sliding over your pelvis, moving your panties to the side, sliding one finger into you. “fuck.” you breathe out, against his lips. “you’re so tight f’ me, baby, fuck.” jermajesty sliding another finger into your wet gummy walls.

Jermajesty moving his thumb against your throbbing clit, your fingers tightening around his fingers. “‘m so close, jer!” jermajesty kisses your lips then glides his lips down your breasts, stomach, then reaches his lips towards your pelvis, kissing you until his lips reach your sensitive clit, he flicks his tongue against it, then sucks on your clit, looking up at you through your lashes. jermajesty slides another finger into your cunt, stretching you out perfectly. “fuck, baby!!!” your hands grip onto his curls, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “let go for me mama.” he spits on you sensitive nub then wraps his lips around it sucking on you, while curling his finger just how you like it, reaching your G-spot.

You’re a whimpering mess, basically pulling on his curls, no. You are pulling on his curls. “I’m gonna cum! Jer!” You’re moaning at the pace that his fingers are going at. Jermajesty pulls his fingers out of you, his lips off of you and brings his fingers to his lips, sucking them off. “What the fuck, jer?” you whine at him, but then he leans down to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips, Jermajesty grips on your neck, a little too tight as he lines himself with your entrance. Pushing your knee caps all the way up to your breasts, practically folding you in half. “I’m just showing my girl how much I’ve missed her..” Jermajesty pushes himself into you, immediately, causing you to gasp and squeeze your eyes shut. “shit!” you scream out, gripping your hands on the sheets, Jermajestys hands on your neck tightening as he thrusts into you, groaning.

“Open your mouth, mama.” your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of how big jermajesty is. You open your mouth slowly. Jermajesty spitting in it, you swallow it then he leans down to kiss you, swallowing your loud moans. “im gonna cum, maj!” you yell against his lips, kissing him, sloppy, your hand gripping on his bicep so tight. “Let go for me, mama.” You moan loudly against his lips, your muffled moans being covered by his lips. “fuck!” You eventually let go of your hot release around his cock, tightening around him. A white ring around his length that’s pumping inside of you. “Im gonna cum, baby…” Jermajesty whimpers into your ear, releasing, hot white ropes inside of you, filling you to the brim. “fuck.” he slides himself out of you, looking at your breathing cunt, clenching around nothing. “I missed you so fucking much.” Jermajesty kisses you on the lips, then pulls his sweatpants up, walking into the bathroom to grab a towel, he walks back into his room and leans down to your sensitive cunt, cleaning you up. “Such a messy girl for me, mama.”

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my first request !! okay definitely will begin writing tmr <3 i love this idea thank you anon !!🩵 mwah

michael jackson !

- boyfriend material ౨ৎ

- ୨୧ ── 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝑀𝓎 𝐹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 ── ୨୧

jermajesty jackson !

- bad intentions 🖤

- soon.

jaafar jackson !

michael jackson x f! reader ──୨ৎ── wc: 434 || ik its short ): ||

a/n — my first fic ever ! english is not my first language so please correct me for any errors <3 lmk to be added to taglist !

warnings — smut, 18+, (michaels an eater :3) , making out, just nasty OKAY! oral (f! receiving), sweet talking, masturbation, sexual tension, michael is just a straight perv!! thriller!michael

thriller!michael who loves sweet talking to you during intimate times, and always makes sure you’re comfortable and feeling good. thriller!michael would call you nicknames like ‘angelface, dreamboat, fox, baby doll, etc.’ just because he loves seeing your face heat up whenever he calls you a nickname out of no where. thriller!michael was always the one in control and talking you through it. “Cmon baby, you can take it… just like that, mama.”

thriller!michael who would need a nasty makeout before and after performing one of his shows, when thriller!michael was extra stressed he will have you in the dressing room, on the couch with your legs wrapped around his neck as he sucked on your clit while his middle and ring finger pumped inside and out of you as you would try to push him away, but that just made his grip on you even tighter. thriller!michael makes you hold eye contact with him the WHOLE time just to see you fall apart while his mouth is on you.

thriller!michael who knew how shy you were with him, and will fluster you by making you rub your clit with one hand and the other pumping inside and out of you, while he sat down infront of you examining the way your pussy throbs infront of his eyes, “go faster for me, baby girl.” he would memorize how long it took you until you finally let go, making you have multiple orgasms infront of him.

thriller!michael who would steal a pair of your panties while he was out on tour and would call you in the middle of the night, begging you to wake up so he can make himself feel good to the sound of your voice, “baby doll… please, don’t you wanna make your boyfriend feel good?” you would complain, saying no all the time even though the night would end with you two with your hands in your pants..

thriller!michael who is ALWAYS such a big tease while you guys are outside in public, kissing you real dirty before you two leave the house to a big event, leaving you speechless and needy. thriller!michael teasing you all night just to get you all riled up but the second you step foot in the limo to take you guys back home, your guys hands all over eachother like you cant get enough of eachother?! “mmmm, baby girl you feel so soft.” thriller!michael definitely whimpered in your ear while he had you laid down on bed and was hovering over you, kissing your jaw, neck, and lips while thrusting his hips against yours, slowly.

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