pls pls pls phone sex with otw era michael 👀👀👀
( ˶°ㅁ°) !! 1.1k, nsfw ) otw!michael jackson x fem afab reader <3
cws: phone sex/mutual masturbation, usage of three fingers @ michael's request, you both switch between dom/sub, reader & michael have NOT had penetrative sex yet but they find ways around it
"phone... phone what?" michael stammers softly, cheeks flushed, when you first bring it up. that mischievous look on your face does nothing to ease his mind as you launch into a sultry explanation of the idea, grinning.
"it's a way to stay close while you're away."
"it doesn't even count because there's no penetration!"
"please? i always miss you so much, mikey..."
that last one, whined quietly into his ear right before you both slip into bed, is what causes michael to actually agree to the idea.
that whine of yours is what replays through his head now that he's actually out of town, laying in some fancy hotel bed with the phone right next to him. all the curls of the phone cord stretch a little looser as michael turns over, asking yet another question while he hesitantly kicks his pants off. the room is completely his, but after years of touring with his brothers he's unused to the sudden privacy. is there any such thing as privacy? "are you alone?" he asks, "can we start yet?"
you'd think he was genuinely clueless with the amount of questions he asks you! well, it is his first time. still, you can't help soft giggles of amusement as you reply to each one.
his voice is soft and low, so vividly sheepish that you can clearly envision him twirling the telephone cord around his fingers as he speaks. "are you naked?"
"no? but i'm in bed. thinking about you," you reply, steering the conversation in a more heated direction rather than... whatever that was. "i'm in my nightgown, baby, the minty green one. the one with the lace around my chest. your favorite."
he swallows before continuing on, "you're so descriptive... are you... touching there, yet?"
of course, you don't hesitate to answer with, "do you want me to?"
that seems to be the key that turns on the car, as michael closes his eyes and holds the phone closer to his face. one hand slides down towards his belt, the sound of him unclasping it audible over the phone. "yes," he breathes out, nodding to himself, tossing the belt aside and sliding a hand into his pants, "yes, do it."
every time he speaks, the words leave his lips in a murmur, mumble, or whisper, though as he starts to palm himself less and fist himself more, a few whines and low grunts mix in. hearing michael accidentally growl out over the phone about how pretty you sound is nothing less but heavenly. you might have an eargasm before you even have your orgasm!
compliments come naturally to him as he imagines you, your nightgown all bunched at your tummy as your finger or fingers work to tease your clit. your boyfriend knows you well enough to know you're not fingering yourself yet. even when you two masturbated together at home (because mutual masturbation doesn't count as sex, duh), you tended to tease and rub yourself first, sometimes playing with your nipples before ever inserting anything. "i know you look so good in that nightgown right now," michael groans quietly, squeezing himself, "wish i was there to see it. i know you look good, so good, baby, you always look so good."
while over the phone, he prefers if you were as vocal as possible. he would feel so embarrassed if he felt like he was the only one touching himself! please do tell him in vivid detail about how you're fingering yourself, now, how you couldn't hold off anymore because you just miss and need him so much.
the longer the call, the longer you two manage to hold on, the more comfortable michael gets. so comfortable that he might even take charge, just a bit.
"use one more finger," he instructs quietly, pausing before sheepishly adding, "if you can, baby, if you can... one more finger, really... really stretch yourself like you do for me at home."
"oh," you moan, scissoring your fingers inside and feeling your gummy walls stretch to accommodate you. "three fingers, michael?"
"if you can," he whispers, "just pretend it's me. take a deep breath, take me in..." he pauses, hearing your breath hitch on the other end. "that's my girl, my beautiful girl..." his beautiful, whimpering girl, stretching herself at home just so he can hear it. "taking me so well," he coos, smearing precum all over his tip before his hips jerk, "go slow, in and out... real slow, baby, until you can take more."
"mhmm," you hum weakly, following his instructions. as your body adapts, you begin to speed up, drunk off the feeling of michael's dick (your own fingers).
he's not one to hog the dominant role for long, though. the moment he feels that familiar sense of liquid heat in his lower stomach, he starts grunting more, hips thrusting up to get more friction against his hand. "goodness, i'm so close, can you..." michael trails, a quiet moan escaping. the bed starts to creak and squeak beneath him, unable to stay quiet while he's writhing on it. "can you talk me through it like you do when you're home? you know all that... 'come for me', stuff...?" ...well, yes, of course!
when the two of you finally come, both of you trying your damnedest not to cry out in pleasure since it is the middle of the night, michael shifts in bed, then sighs in both content and irritation. "made a mess on the sheets," he mumbles, mostly to himself, before turning his attention to the heavy breathing on the other end of the line.
"did you come, too?" your boyfriend asks breathlessly, picking the phone back up to hold it to his face, "wish i could've seen it... i'm sorry im not there to hold you, baby. i'll make it up to you when i get back. we can cuddle for hours, i promise."
it's what he usually does after you both finish masturbating, holding you and cuddling you. it's not what's on your mind right now (you're wondering if his dick is really the thickness of three fingers, in all honesty) but it's comforting to hear the reassurance nonetheless. "thank you, mikey, i'd like that," you manage, sitting up a little only to crumple back down, body weakened from your own orgasm. "stay on the phone with me, babe."
"yeah, of course," michael replies. the messy sheets are awkwardly shoved aside to the parts of the bed he won't be occupying, left there for the rest of the night. "goodnight, my love."
"goodnight, sweetheart," you yawn before drifting off.
loved this prompt! i'm not well versed in the realm of phone sex so i hope i did okay, i looked into some fics and well it's kinda seemed to be what it says on the tin so that's just how i wrote it out. i think reader is not experienced tbh but she's so freaky that it kind of negates the lack of experience??? kind of failgirl-ish? idk but i hope this satisfies you anon! i'm happy i got over 1k on this, i think bc i've been writing once per day i get to sit with things longer and write more on them.
in other news: i have an unrelated angsty otw era piece im working on, ofc working on requests, smth drafted for storybook author reader anddd... i still have no clue abt that event LOL but all in due time, no mud, no lotus. k love u all bye!
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