The Ring on my Finger ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
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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