pairing: famous!reader x michael (post-Bad) (post-breakup) m4f*nsfw. (fluff, smut) turns to phone sex okay 2.7k loosely edited/proofread. idk, maybe this is my new writing style. i take this shit too seriously sometimes.
description: michael calls late to make sure you know that he is not dating madonna
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your landline was ringing. that couldn't be right. it was 12:47 am.
your body never allowed you to react to late calls normally. your mind immediately went to unthinkable emergencies, sudden deaths or natural disasters. your most important people knew that you were in los angeles for movie press. not everyone had your hotel information. within seconds, your mind raveled over the few possible contacts on the other line. you really hoped it wasn't your mother. maybe it was your agent with news that couldn't wait. either way, why were your assumptions always so negative?
in a moment, just before you picked up the phone, your mind told you what your heart already knew. as you brought it to your ear, the ringing halted with a soft 'click.' it was him.
"uh, hey. hey." you shut your eyes and threw your head back. god, his voice was velvety. you couldn't find words just yet. it had been six months since he left you and michael's voice never failed to comfort you into regulation. three months since you heard his sweet voice. you'd thrown yourself into work as your biggest distraction. yet here he was, showing up in the middle of a work trip. Michael reached out a few times after your break up. it was usually just to check on you, but he never called this late.
“sorry to call this late, uh, hope it's okay….so how are you doing?" he sounded nervous, like he was sort of rushing. after being your boyfriend for just under a year, michael knew not to call you without clear grounds for a real conversation.
“…umm, good?” you hesitated, then it felt like you were being a little mean. “just uh, working. in LA right now,” you trailed off, palm to your forehead, trying to put on a much friendlier voice. you gave him a beat of silence to continue. otherwise, you were going to bed.
“i just wanted to tell you that i’m not with her. we’re not a thing.” your heart sank.
it wasn’t because he was letting you know, but because he knew how much the news of him moving on would pain you. as much as you worked on your tough persona post-break up, michael knew he hurt you. the way you tried to act tough sealed it for him. maybe that was why he made it a priority to have these talks with you every now and then. whenever you’d answer. "madonna, i mean."
are you trying to hurt me?
it began to ring in your mind. while the situation itself was upsetting, you were certain he never intended to hurt you. of course, you'd heard about it, never really giving it a second thought. everything about that pairing screamed stunt to you. in a way, it confirmed to you that he wasn't involved in anything romantically serious yet. at least, not with madonna. you only knew her loosely from friends but the little you did know told you the relationship wouldn't last.
you sighed in exhaustion. you didn’t have the energy required for this talk.
“michael, you really don’t have to tell me that. it’s okay. it’s your business.”
“i know,” he breathed out, there were some shuffling sounds followed. you imagined that he was shifting, rolling over to get more comfortable while allowing the phone cord to wrap around his torso. he did that often when you stayed together and it always bothered you to think of the germs the hotel receivers carried.
“well, i know i don’t have to, but i want to. i just, i just need you to know that it’s not like that. really. i wouldn’t be starting up something just six months after—well, you know.” you scoffed. he was just casually referring to the hardest time of your life as if he weren’t the cause.
“so, it’s not serious then?” you question teasingly.
“no, of course not! everyone thought it would look good and she was nice enough that i gave it a chance. it just didn’t work out…at all.” he laughed breathlessly. then, the line grew quiet.
your patience began to run thin. this felt like torture. you were listening to the man you love update you on his dating life. jealousy surged through your body. before you could even think about it, you found yourself needing to prove a point. to show him what's yours. why was he keeping you on the phone like this? did he forget who he was talking to?
“what do you want me to say, baby?” you cooed. no point in being nice now.
there was silence on his end. then, some shuffling. you didn’t need to see him to know he was already wrecked for you.
you closed your eyes and could see him instantly. somewhere in new york, probably fully dressed, desperate to take the layers off. or rather, desperate for you to take them off. the shiny buckle of his belt jingling as he jerked it around, needing to relieve some of the pressure growing. michael still didn't say anything. he didn’t have more to say but he wasn’t ready to let you go.
however, michael knew your annoyance for sitting on the phone with nothing. the silence grew thicker and your patience wavered.
as if he could feel your patience thinning, michael let out a shaky breath. “don’t say that.” his voice lowered with the last word. maybe a crack that he tried to cover up by pretending to clear his throat.
“s-stuff like that. you know,” he chuckled lowly, “'yknow how it gets me going.”
“so i can’t call you baby but you can call me at any time of the night to let me know things aren’t serious with your new girlfriend?”
“i just said-“
“oh, i heard what you said.”
you could hear michael sigh on the other line. this was how your calls usually went since splitting up. you being defensive, michael being needy yet withholding. each call usually ended with a deep sense of dissatisfaction and you could never figure out who was more miserable.
tonight, michael was the winner. or loser, depending on who you ask. internally, he felt a sense of accomplishment knowing this was the longest phone conversation you’ve had in six months. even if you were pissed the entire call, he was still spending time with you. this was what he needed.
however. after hearing your frustrations on the other line, michael found himself needing just a liiittle bit more. a little more push back from you. maybe just two or three sassy one liners in that deep voice you reserved for evenings. just a little more of that to hold him over for six more months.
the shuffling stopped. “did you really hear me, though?” his voice was soft again. you squeezed the bridge of your nose and considered hanging up.
“w-what? what are you saying mike?” you were shaking your head like it would help you understand.
“you don’t get it. i can’t say what i truly want to say right now.”
“and why not?”
silence again. you knew why. at some point, your annoyance turned to sympathy. michael had that effect on you. it all felt so toxic to you. he wasn't manipulative, you weren't even sure he knew how maternal he made you feel at times. it was just hard to set firm boundaries with the ex you knew had an unhealed inner child that spoke directly to your own. you always felt a little tug on your heart to reach out and let him know unconditional love existed between you.
"you know you can always talk to me," it was held in a whisper. to you, this was the danger. the flirty banter was fine. but, this? this kind of honesty was too intimate for you. it felt hidden, like a secret you had to hold onto. it was the main reason you'd kept your post-breakup interactions exclusively over the phone. speaking to michael in person would all but expose your deepest desires, waves of longing radiating from your eyes into his.
"oh, yeah?" shit.
"well, can i talk to you about how much i miss you? how much i need you, burn for you so much everyday that it's hard to function?"
now, it was your turn to go mute. you held your breath. it almost felt like a test. like michael was feeding you lines, trying to catch you admitting to missing him when that was most certainly not allowed. he was the one who ended things. these calls were just his sick way of checking in on you.
you didn't expect him to go on.
"you think this is easy? that any of this is easy now? how often i wish i could just get in my car, drive down there, and show you my devotion? because it's never left. it's all still here for you." michael was using his coolest tone with you. there was a softness there. almost enough to make you break, just enough to drive you crazy.
"then why'd you leave, then? huh?" you say in a squeak. the tears were brewing behind your eyes. the more you thought about what you were saying and who you were saying it to, the harder it got to keep from crying. your voice grew strained and raspy as you bare your soul to him. "do you even know how much i love you? how empty i felt in london? it was just…excruciating," you finally let out a light sob.
now, the silence feels heavy with his presence. like he soaked in every word you said. you both sat there in silence in between your sniffles. after a minute, he whispered i'm so sorry.
"i just, i was told it would be easier. i don't know. none of the shit makes any sense anymore. i promise that i was only ever thinking about you. how things could eventually hurt you."
you always knew he didn't want to outright end things, you always had your suspicions that someone was in his ear telling him to let her down gently or some shit. you knew he might eventually give in to the coercion and you didn't know how to stop it.
"i kinda knew that," you chuckle lightly for once, relieved that the feeling shifted into something sweeter. "knew what?" he voice was lighter as well.
"oh, just that people were telling you stuff like that. in your ear, trying to get between us. they tried it with me, so i knew it was happening to you too. honestly, i didn't have it in me to fight as hard as i wanted to."
"i wish you could have. i needed you to. i just, i couldn't be strong enough for us. i guess."
those words stuck with you. i needed you. words you yearned for him to say for far longer than you could remember. there's silence. michael probably felt too exposed with that last confession. you felt the need to reach out quickly before he could retreat. the need to take a leap.
"do you still need me?"
"yes, more than anything," he exhaled without hesitation. you couldn't stop the smile from creeping onto your lips. it felt good to know you could still get him like that. you knew you'd gone past the point of no return. the silence had weight now. substance. before, the breathing was quiet. now, you could hear every inhale and exhale leaving michael's lips.
the heavy breathing was eventually followed by some dragging noises. michael's long breaths grew shorter.
"michael?"
"—yeah?" he said in that sweet coo of his.
"are you touching yourself?"
he sighed into the mic so hard, it made a 'shh' sound. "yeah," he whispered.
"just, just go real slow for me, okay? wait for me." sheets rustled as you moved to pull off your pajama pants.
"uh yeah, okay yeah." michael hummed and sighed softly into the phone. his breathing sounded sharper and tighter. you could tell he was obeying and awaiting more instruction.
you frantically rolled your cotton briefs to your knees and gasped at the wet arousal you'd started underneath. your thighs were soaked.
"michael," you breathed. his breath hitched in response.
"yeah?"
"i—i just gotta say. i need you, too. it's so hard to admit but," you slowly moved your palm up your thigh as you spoke, "i've never needed anyone the way i need you." it felt good to say it out loud as you gave into your deepest desires physically and verbally, knowing michael was sitting somewhere just taking it all in.
"and i'm gonna touch myself. the way i really need you to. the way only you can, baby."
michael's breathing was like white noise in the back as you dipped your middle finger into your soaking heat. his groans were your beautiful instrumental as you led yourself into much needed pleasure. you ferociously drew tiny swirls into your cunt with the pulps of your fingers.
you finally let out a deep moan into the phone as you relieved the wave of emotions.
"ah, baby. y'sound so sexy," michael wined. it was his favorite thing about being intimate with you. michael was obsessed with your moans. he loved the sweet noises you let out as he dug into you. he even kept little audio clips to get off when the memory just wasn't enough. you wondered if he kept them. you still had yours saved.
"you can speed up now, love." your arousal coated your fingers as you drove small circles into your mound. it felt nowhere near as intense as michael's focused digits. your actions were sloppy and desperate.
as you sped up, the sounds of your wet flesh filled his ears. images rushed michael's mind as he pictured the sight of you pleasuring yourself in your hotel room. thoughts of your sweaty chest warmed his own as he tried to focus back in on the sounds of your moans.
"oh, mama. do it just for me, my love. ah-" he halted his talk abruptly and you could hear his hand gliding faster against himself. you knew what he looked like when he got like that. the way he allowed his back to curve inward, to shrivel and retreat as if he's trying to escape from the pleasure. tight and closed eyes, wet curls sticking to his forehead, head hunched and only focused on his intense pumping. you knew he was thinking about fucking you. the sheer thought of it sent you over the edge.
and now you knew he was finishing. you knew this by the long strings of ooh, baby, oh oh. oooh ah, oh, ohhh. you smiled in your own whirlwind of pleasure at the predictability of your boy. he always said the same things when he would come undone for you.
the loud huffs grow deeper and you felt the pit in your stomach growing imagining michael releasing just for you.
"oh, baby. oooh, oh ah. ooh," he gasped, "hahh, oh. i love you. please, ah, just, oh. i love you." his words were putting you in a trance. the idea that his pleasure overwhelmed him to the point of confessing his love to you was incredible. he was locked under your spell, no longer able to conceal his feelings. you felt jolts fire through your abdomen. you jerked your pelvis upward with vigor as you chased your own climax.
"…i love you too," you felt the last of your breath come out with your delayed confession.
the silence was back and you finally relaxed into your bed. you felt as if you'd just gone through every stage of grief with michael, coming back up on the highs you once felt in august 1989 briefly after you met him. the room once filled with sinful noises and moans were now covered in the quiet hum of your fan. you hadn't heard much from michael after hearing him rustle in sheets before settling back down again.
sweat glimmered onto your shoulders and you grinned. you laid there in post coital bliss. chest rising and falling, you closed your eyes and silently wished for him to stay this close to you. at some point, you fell asleep and didn't notice until michael's voice startled you.
"i love you," he softly spoke. he voice was scruffy and strained. michael might've been more exhausted than you were. he was using every last bit of energy to express his love over and over again. god, he was so easy sometimes. folding in and out for you. your lovesick baby.
"you kinda already said that," you laughed. "you know, you're coming on kinda' strong. girls prefer it when guys play it cool."
"oh, really? and when should i start doing that?"
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