thriller!michael x reader girl #6 18+mdni
this was requested by a lovely anon. i hope i did the idea in your head justice, also thank you for introducing me to this movie i'd never heard of it before. lmk if you like this!!
Tonight should have been like any other night. Michael had sworn he punched in Quincy's number correctly. He had dialed that number a thousand times by now. Michael wanted to discuss another song idea for his upcoming album, Thriller. Yet when the phone picked up on its third ring, it wasn’t Quincy's voice on the other end of the line. Instead, a woman’s unfamiliar voice sounded out.
“Hello, this is girl number 6. How can I please you, baby?” The silence from Michael's end of the line was deafening before the woman spoke again. “Hello?” This time Michael managed to stutter out a response “H-Hi, I’m sorry I think I’ve called the wrong number.” “Don’t be sorry, baby. Who were you hoping to reach?” A pause. “I can be whoever you need me to be,” the voice spoke erotically. It was only then that Michael realized what type of number he had dialed. This was a phone sex line. He had heard of these kinds of lines from his brothers, he thought the entire concept was degrading. But now, hearing it with his own ears was staggering. He had no idea what he had been missing.
“What’s your name, baby?” the voice pried. “It's Michael.” “Well, Mikey, my name is Cherry.” Michael had to choke back a laugh. Cherry? He doubted that was the woman’s real name. “Cherry like the fruit?” he challenged. The woman faltered, “No cherry like the tree,” she deadpanned. Although he couldn't see her, he could almost hear the annoyed look written across her face. He laughed, “Is that your real name?” “No, do you think we give our real names out on these calls?” she shot back. “No, I guess not…” “How’d you get the nickname then? " Or is everyone named after fruits?” With a mocking tone, she answered, “No, just me. Everyone else picked vegetables.” “I can connect you to zucchini if you’d like, introduce you to the whole produce aisle.” Though he thought it was funny, Michael didn't have anything to say after that.
For a moment, the pair sat in silence before the mystery woman spoke again. “So Mikey, I'm going to assume this is your first time calling one of these kinds of lines. So just to let you know, these calls are timed and charged,” she continued. “Now the first call is always free, but you've already used up 5 minutes of your time. So if you would like to get off, I would suggest we start soon.” *silence* “Don’t worry, I'll talk you through it and tell you what to do. It’s kind of my job to.” Her attempt to soothe him somewhat worked. “How does that sound?” Michael managed to stammer out a simple “O-okay.”
“First, are you lying down?” “Yes, ma—." “Good. What are you wearing?” Michael took a brief look down as if he had forgotten what he had been dressed in that day. “I have on jeans and a button up.” “Okay, first I want you to take your hand and unbutton your pants, then I want you to unzip them and take yourself out.” Michael leaned into every word that she spoke and did as he was told.
“Are you ready, Mikey?” “Yes, ma’am.” “Please, call me Cherry,” the woman pleaded. “Yes, Cherry.” “Good. Now I want you to take your hand and stroke yourself. Slowly.” Michael brings his unoccupied hand to his length, dragging his hand from the base to the tip. “Tell me how I'm making you feel, baby.” Michael refused to speak. He couldn't bring himself to find the words, what he was doing was already out of his comfort zone. He felt so ashamed.
“C’mon, Mikey, don’t disappoint me. Am I not making you feel good?” he felt flustered, he didn't even know who was on the other end, yet he didn't want to let her down. “N-no,” he confessed, “Y-you are.” “I am what Mikey?” He could feel the embarrassment settling deep in his chest and creeping up his neck. he managed to croak out an answer, “You're making me feel good, Cherry.”
“That’s my good boy,” she gushed. He swore he could've came right then and there, but he managed to compose himself. “Pump yourself faster, and rub your thumb over the tip.” Using his thumb to spread the pre cum leaking from his tip as lubrication, he did what he was directed. Pumping his fist faster, he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. Between the sound of her voice and his hand pumping his cock he wasn't sure he’d last too much longer.
They both let out a breathy moan at the same time. “Mikey, you're making me feel soooo so good.” Whether her moans were genuine or not was irrelevant, as they only added to his pleasure. Michael fastened the pace of his hand, feeling the brink of his orgasm. “I’m so close. I-I can’t hold on much longer, Cherry.” “That’s okay, I'm close to. I want you to cum with me, Mikey.” The way she moaned his name was what he needed to send him spiraling over the edge.
He imagined what the woman looked like as his motions stilled. Michael let out a loud cry as he spilled into his hand and onto the fabric of his shirt. He didn't even hear the click of the phone as the line went dead.
He would definitely be calling back for Cherry tomorrow night.
