watch me on your video phone
pairing - michael jackson x black fem!reader
rating - explicit (18+)
word count - around 2.1k
summary - after days apart, a facetime call with michael turns heated.
warnings — smut, profanity, pwp, mutual masturbation, phone sex, pet names, praise kink, established relationship, talking each other through it, risk of being caught & some spitting and squirting multiple i miss you’s because you two miss each other so much.
a/n : michael would’ve loved facetime idc & thank you guys for 500 followers <3
You sat at your vanity, organizing the drawers and lining up bottles of lotion and perfume in neat rows, but somehow the space still felt cluttered. You simply had too many things.
Suddenly, your phone buzzed with an incoming FaceTime call. Michael’s name flashed across the screen.
A smile tugged at your lips as you grabbed your phone and made your way to the bed before answering.
His face filled the frame right away, wearing that pretty smile you loved so much.
He’d been away on a business trip for days, and you’d spent most of the day thinking about him. Wondering what he was doing. Wondering if he missed you as much as you missed him.
“Hi, baby. I’ve missed you,” he said, adjusting the phone so you could see him better.
“I’ve missed you too, Mikey,” you replied. “It’s been boring without you here.”
He was wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt underneath and a black tie. The jacket fit perfectly, the collar slightly open.
Damn, he looked good. Like always.
“I’ve been wanting to see you all day.” He stood in the center of a dressing room, holding the phone out so the suit he was wearing was more visible.
“I’ve been wanting to see you too,” you admitted.
“They just finished the final adjustments. What do you think?
Your eyes moved over the way the material fit across his chest and down his arms. “Mhm. You look really good. It fits you perfectly.”
“I wanted your opinion before I decide whether I’m wearing it or not.”
“I love it,” you said. “I wish I were there to see it in person.“
He looked back at the screen, his expression softening. “I wish you were here too, baby.” He adjusted the phone slightly. “I wanted to show you first because I knew you’d be honest with me.”
“You just wanted an excuse to call me,” you teased.
“Maybe I did,” he admitted, a little grin forming. “What have you been doing today?”
“Not much. Just organizing my vanity,” you said, glancing over at the half finished drawers.
"Trying to stay busy so I don't spend the whole day thinking about how much I want you."
"You look so good I can't stop staring. I miss you a lot, Michael.”
He smiles, a flush creeping up his neck.
“I miss you too, more than you know. This trip feels longer each day. I keep thinking about your hands on me. You know every night I touch myself thinking of you.” He admits.
You bit your lip, thoughts drifting. The neediness you'd been pushing down all morning bubbled up as you suddenly got an idea.
“Do it again, like right now, on video,” you challenged.
His eyebrows lifted slightly. “Oh yeah?”
"Pull it out right now," you said, your pulse picking up. "Touch yourself, Mikey."
He glanced around the empty dressing room, then back at the phone. A shy laugh escaping him.
"Please? I miss every part of you."
He nods and starts reaching for his belt with his free hand.
All this distance had you so needy.
The buckle comes undone with a soft sound, followed by the zipper. He pushes the suit pants down just enough to free himself, his dick already half-hard from the conversation.
His hand wraps around the base, and he gives it a slow stroke. The head brushes against the camera before he pulls back, slapping it against the camera lens.
The sound of the slap comes through your speaker, accompanied by a low groan, “Like this, baby?” he asked, a bit breathless.
"Exactly like that," you breathe, watching every movement. Your own body responded fast, warmth spreading between your legs.
"Stroke it slow for me. I want to watch you get it all the way hard."
Michael obeys, his grip gliding up and down his length his thumb circles the tip on each pass, spreading the beads of wetness.
He leans his head back against the wall, eyes half-closed as he watches your face on the screen.
“Spit on it too,” you instruct him.
He brings the phone closer, leaning forward, letting a string of spit fall from his mouth onto the head of his cock.
The saliva runs down his shaft and he smears it with his palm, making everything slicker. His fist glides easier now as he starts stroking from base to tip, twisting a little at the top.
“I miss you so much, baby,” he says, his voice now rougher. “I miss the way you touch me. I wish it were your hand wrapped around me instead of mine.”
"I miss you too," you answer. “Especially how you taste. How you fill my mouth when I take you deep."
“Touch yourself with me. Put the phone down there," he says, voice thick. "Angle it so I can see everything."
You move the phone down towards your lower half, tilting it so it shows your skirt easily lifting when you spread your legs. He lets out a low sound at the sight.
"Fuck, baby, no panties? You're such a dirty girl," he murmurs, stroking himself faster at the view.
His dick twitches in his grip, the head shiny from precum and his spit. "Show me how wet you are."
Your hand slides down, fingers parting your folds. You circle your clit slowly at first, matching the rhythm of his strokes across the screen.
The wet sound of his hand moving carries through the speaker while your own breathing grows heavier.
“Push your fingers in deep and tell me how it feels." You do as he says, pressing two fingers inside, pumping slowly while your thumb keeps working your clit. "It's so wet my fingers slide right in," you breathe out.
Michael groans and strokes faster. "Good girl.”
"That's it," he encourages, smacking his cock against the phone once more. The wet slap echoes. "I wish this was your face. Smack it right there instead of this screen.”
"I miss the way your fingers stretch me open," you tell him, your voice breathy. The wet sounds grow louder as you pump your fingers in and out.
He whines, his grip tightening slightly. “Fuck, baby. Keep going. Tell me more.”
"If you were here right now i’d take you all the way to the back of my throat," you continue, eyes locked on the way his hand moves. "Let you feel how warm and wet my throat is."
"Describe every stroke while I fuck myself with my fingers."
His hand tightens around his shaft. "I'm gripping the base tight and sliding all the way up to the head, squeezing just under the tip the way you do with your mouth.”
“Now I'm stroking down slow, feeling it throb tell me how deep your fingers are inside you."
“They’re deep,” you reply, pushing them in and out faster while keeping the phone angled. “I’m curling them against that spot that makes my legs shake.”
“Rub your thumb over the head for me. Imagine it’s my tongue licking you there.” He does exactly that, thumb circling his slick head while he pumps his length.
"Fuck, that feels good. Now spread your legs wider and let me see you add another finger. I want to watch you stretch yourself open."
You obey, sliding another finger in with a soft moan. "I'm so full. Keep stroking faster for me. I want to hear how wet your cock sounds.”
He speeds up, the slick noises getting louder. “Rub your clit. Tell me how it feels."
"It feels so sensitive," you reply, doing as he says while your hips lift off the bed.
“Now I want you to fuck yourself faster with those fingers. Don't slow down until you come."
His hips buck up meeting his own strokes. "You're so fucking sexy like this. My dirty girl touching herself on camera for me."
"I miss being inside you. The way you clench around me when you're close. I miss the sounds you make when I hit that spot that makes your legs shake."
“I miss that too,” you say, watching his hand speed up. “The way you hold my hips and pull me down deeper, so deep that I can feel you in my stomach.”
He grips the phone tighter, whining. “Keep talking. I’m so close, but I don’t want to stop yet.”
"Don't stop," you urge him. "I want to see you come all over that pretty white shirt. Paint it for me."
“You're doing so well," you praised. "Edge it for me. Stop for a second and just hold it."
His grip tightened at the base to hold off. His chest rose and fell quickly. "This is driving me crazy. I wish it was your hand instead."
"Soon," you promised. "Stroke it once, slow. Imagine if I was there right now, on my knees with my mouth open for you."
A whimper escapes his lips. “Fuck, sweetheart. If you were here, I’d have you against that wall with your legs wrapped around my waist.”
"You throbbing inside me," you continue. "The way you be pulsing when you're about to come so i’d clench around you and make you lose it.”
"My goodness," he muttered. "Feels so much better when you talk me while i do it."
"I know, baby. Now speed up a bit. Not too fast yet.”
More moans slip out as he follows your words.
Your thighs tremble as you work him and yourself closer, the pressure coiling tight in your core.
His breathing turns ragged on the other end, his dick pulsing visibly in his fist.
"I wish I could feel your lips right here."
You watch the way his cock bounces back after each smack against the screen, the motion making his shaft twitch visibly.
"Do it again," you tell him. "Smack it right where my mouth would be.”
He obeys, bringing the head down against the screen three more times, each impact sending a soft thud through the call.
His strokes resume after the last smack, grip sliding from base to tip with more urgency .
"Keep telling me what you'd do if you were here,“ he begs.
"I'd let you rub it all over my face first," you say, watching every twitch. "Then I'd suck you in deep and hold you there until you can't take it."
Michael's hips jerk forward at your words, another wet smack landing against the phone.
“Shit, that sounds so good. I miss your tongue sliding under me the way you look up at me when you're on your knees."
He keeps the rhythm going, alternating between long strokes and quick smacks against the screen.
"Need to feel you right now," he says again, voice breaking a little. "I miss everything about you."
He tilts his head back, his throat bobbing, the phone framing the scene perfectly.
Your hand moves quicker between your legs, fingers plunging in and out while your thumb keeps working your clit.
"I'm getting close. Tell me when you're about to come so we can do it together."
"I'm right there,“ he says, his strokes turning erratic, making the chair creak softly under him.
He keeps his eyes locked on you as your fingers work frantically. Your orgasm hits, your walls pulsing hard around your fingers.
A rush of liquid follows, spraying out across your hand and the sheets while you keep rubbing yourself through the wave.
The squirt hits the camera just as his own release hits at the same time, thick ropes shooting across his hand and shirt, some landing on the phone screen itself as he kept stroking himself through it.
His own release slows, cum dripping down his fingers as he strokes out the last bit drawing out every pulse until he's spent, chest rising and falling fast.
For a moment neither of you speak. Michael chuckles looking at the mess he made with a sheepish grin.
"You're nasty, you know that?"
“Just for you,” you giggle, pulling your fingers out and sucking on them while still watching him.
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