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"ITS ON! ITS ON!" LISA FRILLY BURST THROUGH the swinging door with popcorn spilling from the bucket as she joined me on the couch, obvious excitement radiating off her like a heater in the winter. beside me she plopped, instantly shoving the warm bucket in my arms as she settled in to watch michael jackson receive his very first grammy.
i chewed my lip nervously, the popcorn bucket long discarded as my fingers curled into my palms as the nominees were read off.
"—and now, i will announce album of the year."
john denver hesitated for a bit, looking among the crowd as everyone grew rowdy. then, just when the nerves were really about to explode, he cracked a shit—eating grin before flipping the card open.
"michael jackson and quincy jones with thriller!"
lisa and i erupted from the couch, throwing our arms around each other as we cheered loudly.
we only settled once we seen michael's beautiful entourage of black, blue, and gold rhinestones shimmer in the cameras reflection. upon the stage he ascended, offering side hugs and cheek kisses to those that congratulated him. once he reached the podium and cracked that big beautiful smile only then could i breathe the breath i had been holding inside. lisa shakily sat back down, awestruck by the shimmer and charm he oozed.
but from where i stood, stuck in place it felt like his eyes were on mine, staring me so deep that i sunk my teeth into my bottom lip. before me on the wooden coffee table was a piece of paper that held the scribbles of michael alone.
my alias. the fake name he'd use to acknowledge me in all his efforts alone without throwing me to the dogs.
"i'd like to thank God, first of all. second, Quincy for sticking beside me through this all and guiding me through so wonderfully; my family—the jackson's, including my brother jermaine~" michael playfully kissed the tips of his fingers, before throwing his gloved pointer finger out to point into the crowd where the camera panned to his smiley brother jermaine.
his smooth voice brought me back to reality, i hadn't even realized lisa tugging my sweater sleeve so id sit back with her. i offered a half smile,
"lastly," he started again after the crowd died down, "i want to thank joan who has been a real rock for me during this time. without them... i don't know how'd i even make it this far."
i felt the color leave my face, my mouth instantly going dry as i repeated the fake name over and over in my name. my eyes flickered to the paper haphazardly, hoping lisa hadn't noticed it and to my respite she hadn't.
the crowd went crazy yet again as michael tossed his shinny glove in the air, bidding a farewell. he sauntered from the stage with all 8 grammy's held carefully in his decorated arms.
"now, who the hell is joan!?" she shouted, jealousy lacing her tone as she crossed her arms across her chest. michael had barely made it from the stage before the tv cut to commercial and i forcefully had to make myself breathe. i didn't look at her once until i could figure out something that didn't sound so made up.
"i-i don't know, but she's l-lucky..." i whispered, not trusting myself to go any octaves over that. "you s-should uh...get home. y'know work is g-gonna be crazy tomorrow."
i cringed at myself internally but held steady with my composure hoping she'd get the hint. the award show was pretty much over now, just a few more performances that neither of us really cared about.
lisa pursed her lips, looking me over once and then again before nodding reluctantly. "you're right, but since when have you ever cared about work on an off day?"
i shrugged, toying with my fingers from my sat position. "just need you on your p's and q's incase anyone tries to say michael didn't deserve the grammys he got."
"i didn't even think about that! he deserved every single grammy he won tonight. i'll be damned if anyone thinks differently!"
i walked lisa to the door, nodding in agreement. i unhooked her purse from the storage caddy behind my door and offered it to her, which she took with a crooked smile. "tomorrow though, on our free time we have got to find out who joan is." her face was serious, lips tightening before she offered a quick goodbye and left with a soft click of the door.
my eyes darted towards the clock, my teeth seeing refuge in my bottom lip. he'd be calling any minute. i thanked the gods above that lisa wasn't in a talkative mood tonight and was easily swayed, otherwise this whole ordeal might be thrown right out the window.
i made tea to ease my nerves, sipping on it as i waited by the phone. my knees bounced 90 to nothing through, stress that i was able to push down finally erupted to the surface, heating my body to an unpleasant temperature.
by 10:35pm, i had completely lost my mind waiting on this promised phone call. i had drank myself out of tea, the cup resting on the tips of my knees as i held the phone near my chest.
not soon after did it ring, scaring me right to death did i answered quickly, "h-hello?"
"joan!" michael's infectious giggle tickled my ears and i couldn't help but crack a little smile. "we did it joan!"
"no, you did it mike~" i twirled the phones cord around my index and middle finger, "you did so good."
"i couldn't have done it without you—baby,"
i heard the hesitation behind the line and i tensed up, my fingers coiling tighter among the cream colored cords. "michael y-you don't have to—"
"you're my baby are you not?" he retorted rather quickly, "unless the fame is getting to your head." i could hear his smile from where i sat and my chest tightened up again. but not with nerves, not with stress of a big secret we were hiding. but love. something i never thought id get, especially with a man of this caliber.
"i'm your baby." i repeated back to him a smile affecting my tone.
"then...i want to see my baby. no, i need to see my baby."
"mi—"
"you can't tell me no now, i'm halfway to your apartment. maybe 5 minutes away—"
"michael!" i screeched, frantically shooting from the couch to find something more decent to put on. "a little heads up before now would've been great! i look bad!"
"you could never look that baby, swear." his giggle smoothed out my growing nerves. the soft register of his voice easing my movements to a slowed pace as i tucked the phone into my shoulder and cheek. "but i'll be there soon."
the line became staticky as i hung the phone up.
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michael stood before me in a crisp white t-shirt, black slacks adorning his long slender legs. his arm rested just above my head on the doorframe, eyes low with salaciousness pooling in his dark irises. he took me in just as i did him, the long grueling weeks spent apart was doing numbers, taking extra long tolls that phone sex couldn't cure.
"michael," i breathed lowly as my fingers wrapped around his, inviting him in before i shut the door and locked it.
in all his pop star glory he smiled at me like i was the true prize here. his fingers stroked the back of my hand tenderly before he moved up my bare arms, guiding me towards him by the back of my throat. his curved thumbs swiped over my lips, eyes searching mine for any sort of protest for the kiss he was about to deliver, when not a single discomfort was displayed he kissed me hard.
my hands quickly found purchase in his dark curls, doing my best to fondle with care as to not crimp his style too bad. he held my neck with such a gentleness that made my knees utterly weak.
his tongue swiped across my bottom lip begging for entrance which i easily gave, allowing him to dismantle any sort of fight i pretended to put up. walking me backwards as the kiss progressed to something more sinister, he released one side of me to guide himself along apartment walls. we bumped into nearly everything a loud crash of decor going to the floor as he brushed me against the table. he pinned my hips against the hard surface, hovering over me before he released my lips to breathe.
tossing a careless glance over his shoulder at the clutter on my kitchen floor, he bid me a quick sorry before attacking my lips in a heated kiss yet again.
his fingers worked skillfully at undoing my jeans, once the button was open he then worked on getting the material down my legs. i kicked them off once they reached my ankles to then wrap them around his narrow waist to pull him flush against my aching sex.
he released my lips again, planting his hands besides my hips as he lifted himself up. his eyes lingered far too long on the wet patch growing in the center of my panties. my knees opted to press together which he pried right back open, holding my calves spread in his massive brown hands.
"forgive me," he moaned, oh so pathetically. "i need to taste you."
he descended to his knees, releasing my legs from the awkward angle to drag my panties down your legs. once free, the soaked material was stuffed into his pocket, i didn't make protest at that too caught up in the way his fingers toyed with my clit.
the long extremities circled rigidly around my clit, drawing a shaky breath from my parted lips. his middle and ring finger parted my walls, dipping inside, curling upwards to skillfully stroke at the spot that drove me absolutely crazy.
my back arched slightly off the kitchen table, my hands moving to cup his pretty head as he formed an 'o' with his soft lips to pursue his dream all along. creating a suction around my clit, michael sucked dutifully, thrusting his fingers in and out to match the rhythm of his tongue.
the moans that left my mouth was nothing short of pornographic as my thighs threatened to close around his head as he sucked and fingered me to completion. his tongue flattened against my sex, licking fat stripes along my womanhood, his tongue going skinny as he flicked it again against my clit.
i thrashed under him, unable to take his skilled oral care. my fingers curled into his scalp, black tufts coiling around my knuckles as they whitened. my head was thrown back as i rode my high against his face, using his big nose to stroke against my clit.
the neighbors for sure knew personally who michael was by the time he got to his feet. his chin and nose glistened with my slick. michael stared down at me in my fucked out state, using his hands he gently rubbed the indents of my shaking thighs.
"do you think you can handle one more princess?" he asked lovingly, freeing up a hand to start the process of undoing his slacks. i nodded rapidly, reaching forward to help him but to my demise he gathered both of my hands in his, shaking his head whilst making a tsking noise. "this is for you, for helping me get to where i am today."
once his cock was free he wasted not another second pumping himself along my wet folds, using his fat tip to part me with a gentle push. he groaned, planting one hand besides my hips again as he guided his fat cock deep inside. my walls spread with welcome, legs quivering even harder at the sudden painful pleasure of being filled to the brim yet again.
he started slow, allowing me to adjust before he took my legs into the bend of his elbow, not another moment of stillness before he was thrusting with precision.
i could come undone at the sight alone of his sweat-soaked coils cascading down his face, sweat pouring down his face and staining the white shirt. his stage makeup had now became brown pools at his collar.
each thrust had me moving up the table in which he'd pull me right back down harder each time to meet his thrusts. his fingers planted into my hips creating little red crescent shapes that could only match his fingernails as he fucked me.
his fat cock spread me wide open over and over again, stroking my g-spot with care only michael would make sure i received. his thumb tweaked my clit, watching through hooded lids as my face contorted to moan his name like a mantra.
he released one of my legs from that position, using it to guide me onto my side. both of my legs dangled around his, pubic bone coming to forcefully meet the side of my asscheek as the angle allowed him to hit deeper than before.
"m-mike," i cried, grasping for anything i could. "oh g-god im gonna c-cum."
michael took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers together tightly. his wrath was soon to end, his cock twitching wildly against my walls. he felt the spasm of my walls, clutching and gripping as i came for the second time that night.
he encouraged me through broken moans himself stroking deeper before he was following close behind me. hot thick ribbons of white glazing my walls.
michael's chest rested against my side, both of us panting in unison as the grueling tasks of previous seconds winded down. we stayed there for what felt like ever until i glanced at the clock behind his fucked out figure.
he caught on too, looking behind him after he mustered up the strength. his shoulders dropped once he realized what time it was. he'd have to leave soon in order to miss the commute of the neighbors finding out this little secret.
"i'm sorry, baby. i really didn't want this just to be sex. i wanted us to—"
i cupped his face in my palms, gently caressing his smooth skin with my thumbs. i kissed his forehead deeply. "you have to go before the sun rises, it's okay mike. i understand."
he pulled out of me slowly, awe etching across his features as he watched his own cum start to ooze from my sex. i ushered him on from the place on the table, a sad smile fixing my lips. he came and kissed me with such a gentleness that let me know he'd be back.
"i'll call you soon baby, swear."
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damn...17 years today. i was 5 when he passed in 09, first time i had ever been introduced to him was thriller and i think that's what really kickstarted my love for supernatural things. stay safe everyone and stream heal the word + all his other albums today.
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i haven’t been here in a while but i do want to state that i do not condone rape or ageplay in fiction or outside of fiction. Nor will i ever write it myself, just to clarify. I don’t do drama on the internet but this is all i wanted to say.
i knew that engenes—and whatever you wanna call the weird new breed of accounts on weverse—would try and ruin jay’s birthday stream but GOD i didn’t expect him to say something about it and genuinely ask people to not ruin other members birthday lives…
and watch them say he was forced to say it like everything’s a conspiracy theory
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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ sunoo x 𝒇 ! reader .
you and your boyfriend love weed , so so much . but weed always gets you horny , so thank fuck you only smoke it with him !
𓋰 MDNI dom sunoo mentions of weed usage of weed fucking while high thigh humping hand humping 69 oral (f + m) praise kink dirty talk slight slapping reader is whiny and LOUDD lots of petnames such as pretty and baby smoking while fucking sex in the living room squirting cum eating basically dubcon objectification at the end lmk if more ! 2460
the room filled with a heavy scent of weed and smoke. your head rested against his hard chest, eyes red and your smile dopey.
"sunooo," you whined, looking up at him with a pout, blinking slowly at him as he took another hit of the blunt, slotting it between his lips as his eyes gazed down at you.
"hmm, yeah, pretty?" he slurred. he blew out the smoke slowly, not away from you, but to the side in a lazy stream. the hazy plume caught the dim light before dissolving into the thin air.
"yeah?" you repeated, pout becoming more exaggerated. your hand came up, fingers trembling and clumsy, as you traced the line of his jaw. "'re not listeninggg…"
he let out a low chuckle, a rumble that you felt more than heard through his chest. he took the blunt from his lips, holding it between his index and middle finger, as his other hand cradled the side of your face. his thumb slowly stroked your cheek, his touch warm and almost rough from his calloused fingers.
"always listenin'," he murmured, voice thick with honey. his eyes, half-lidded and dark, scanned your face, the reddened eyes, dopey smile, the way you were melting into him. "you're jus not sayin' any words, pretty. jus makin' noises."
he brought the blunt back to his lips, eyes holding yours as he took a deep inhale. the orangey glow had illuminated the sharp planes of his face for a split second before fading. his lips pursed as he held the smoke in, leaning down as his face hovered inches away from yours.
with a sigh, he exhaled gently, not a full blow, but something soft, sharing a breath of smoke and warmth. the scent intensified, wrapping around the both of you, enveloping you.
"tell me," he whispered, his nose brushing against yours. "use your words for me, baby. what does my pretty girl want, hmm?"
you squirmed at his words, a hand reaching up to take the blunt from his fingers and bringing it to your plump lips, mimicking his actions as you took a deep inhale, holding in the smoke before lightly blowing against his face.
"want you, sun…" you whispered.
a slow, captivating smile spread across sunoo's face. he watched as you take the hit with a lazy intensity, gaze dropping from your lips to you as you exhaled against his skin. the words seemed to hit him harder than any type of weed or crack he had done in his 22 years of living.
"want me," he repeated, voice dropping even lower, as it cuts through the smoke. his hand that was against your cheek slid back, fingers tangling gently in your hair. "you got me, pretty. always."
he leaned in, closing the small distance between the both of you. his kiss wasn't urgent, yet it was deep, claiming, but gentle. he tasted like smoke and something else that always reminded you of him, maybe pineapple? peaches? you didn't know.
when he finally pulled back just enough to speak, his lips brushed against yours with each word he said.
"what do you want from me, hmm?" he took the blunt back from your limp fingers, setting it aside in the ashtray you made with him at a pottery class without looking away from you. his other arm slung around your shoulder as he smirked, turning to sit facing forward as his eyes looked at you. "gotta be specific. 'm in a real good mood, might give you anything you ask for."
you let out a moan of satisfaction, lips hanging apart, slightly dry and cracked, yet drool pooled in your mouth, between your teeth and the bottom lip. "want you, please, sun…" you whined, hips dragging foward slightly, which earned a rumble.
"want me, how?" his arm that was around your shoulder dropped down to your waist, bringing you to straddle his thighs. a low groan vibrated against his chest as he felt the weight of you against his leg. the hand wrapped around your waist, going to grip the flesh of your body through the fabric, guiding your hips in a slow, deliberate circle, eyes darkening and fixated on your face.
"c'mon, baby," he coaxed, voice rough. "you gotta spell it out for me. that pretty head of yours all fogged up?" he joked, squeezing your waist as your hips slowly glided up and down. soft moans escaped your lips, as you felt your panties dampen up, clit catching the fabric.
he let out a low whistle at the sight, his cock growing in his sweats as he watched. freehand going back to the ash tray to grab the blunt, bringing it to his lips. the sight of you melting on his thigh, the tiny gasp, the helpless roll of your hips, were better than anything he had seen in a porno or a hentai.
he took another, long, deep pull from the blunt, ember flaring orange once again as his eyes never left the sight of your hips. he held the smoke, letting it build before exhaling it in a slow, steaming motion towards the side.
"fuck," he breathed out, words tinged with smoke and adoration. the hand against your waist slowly inching down between your clearly soaked shorts, he didn't move any fingers, just kept them right under where you grinded. "look at you, soaked for me already."
you let out a whine at his words, earning a soft shhh from his lips. he brought the blunt to your lips, nudgin them apart. "take it for me, baby." he commanded, voice dark and velvety with a promise. "then maybe you're gonna use that pretty mouth for something else. gonna tell me exactly where you want me, or i'm gonna have to guess… and i might start right here."
his thumb soflty swept over the damp fabric of your shorts, appling a firm pressure that made you jolt against his hand. a smirk playing on his lips. "or maybe here feels too good to stop. you wanna come just like this, grinding on me like a desperate little thing? or do 'ya want more?"
you let out another moan, nodding as you continued to grind on his hand and thigh.
"want me to take care of you?" he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against your cheek. "want me to make you feel real good til you forget your own name?"
you nodded in an instant, hips never faltering.
"'corse you do." he laughed, tapping your sopping, clothed cunt softly, before pulling away. hands tugging down at your shorts. "up," he commanded, helping you peel off your shorts, tossing them somewhere away in the living room.
his eyes narrowed in on the large, dark wet spot against your panties, the one's he bought for your birthday and was his favourite.
a large hand went to softly smack the flesh off your ass, before gripping it to soothe the pain. muttering sweet words into your ear as you continued to get off on his legs. "doing so well for me, pretty," he mumbled, kissing below your ear.
you felt your stomach coil up at his praises and the feeling of his sweatpants and your wet panties against your clit. you swore you could cum any minute, your moans got louder and your hips became more animalistic.
"su—sunoo—" you whined, tears welling in your eyes as you looked up at him with those red eyes of yours.
"no, not now." he smirked, taking another drag of the blunt, smoke escaping his lips in an instant. "want you to cum on 'm face."
you let out a sharp whine, and a choked sob that escaped your lips. the filthy words barely slicing through the hazy and hot air.
"sunoo.." you moaned, the name a plea. hips slowly stopping, but the coil in your stomach never leaving.
he just watched you, smirk never leaving as he took another slow drag. he held the smoke, his eyes watering just from the smell, making them glisten in the dim light. he leaned foward, face inches from yours.
"yeah," he whispered, smoke hitting your face, scent full of weed. "you heard me. want to see you lose it right here. want to watch you fall apart all jus for me."
he slowly layed down against the large leather sofa, head hitting a soft pillow, switching your position as your back face towards him, as he had a full view of your ass on his chest, your legs sat beside the muscle. his hands settled against your hips, pushing you further up, as your hips finally hovered over his face.
"come on baby, sit." he grumbled, voice thick as if he was waiting his whole life for this to happen. your thighs trembled as you let yourself down without a thought, the dampness of your panties connecting with the tip of his tongue.
a shuddering sigh had left his lips the moment he could taste you. his hands on your hips tightening, holding you there, not allowing you to move an inch.
"fuck," he breathed out, words hot and damp against the thin fabric of your panties. "taste so good, just for 'me."
he didn't waitm his tongue, hot and broad, dragged a slow stripe right over your soaked hole, from your chubby clit to your slicked hole, applying pressure where exactly you needed it the most. a harsh moan tore from your throat, hands flying to brace yourself as you leaned foward, face planting against his thigh, your back arching.
"fuck, these are in the way," he muttered, words muffled against you. his fingers hooked into the sides of your panties. "lift up for me, pretty. jus a little."
he didn't yank, he just waited, patient even with the ragging boner he had. his breath hot against the cotton, until you shakily riased your hips, enough for him to pull down the fabric of your panties on one side, letting it dangle on one side of your thigh.
the sound he made as soon as he saw your glistening pussy was from pure hunger. a low hum that vibrated through your cunt, as his hands returned to your hips, gripping hard, pushing you down onto his hot mouth with a cry.
your hands gripped his thighs harshly, mouth wide open and drooling, the only thing on your mind was his cock. your hands wrapped around it. thighs wrapped around it. pussy clamping down on it. mouth on it.
without a word, your trembling fingers pushed down his sweatpants and boxers to free his hardening cock, the tip slapping against your cheek lightly. sunoo let out a gasp against your pussy as his cock was freed, cool air and the touch of your cheek sending a jolt straight through him.
the grip on your hips is tightening to leave bruises, mouth never stops its work. "fuck, taste so good for me, yeah?" he moaned against your pussy, a wet muscle of his tongue gliding against your clit, slurping up your slick generously.
and that alone, made you gain confidence. with your drool, you let it fall onto his mushroomy tip, lips chasing it as your mouth slowly inched down on his cock. the wet, hot slide of your mouth made his head fall back against the couch with a dull thud, a groan tearing from his raspy throat, hips giving an incoluntary, tiny jerk upwards.
"fuck," he breathed, lips going to connect back onto your sopping cunt, tongue more brutual than before as it enters your gasping hole, making you moan around his cock, sending vibrations and closing your legs against his head, practically choking him.
yet, he doubled his efforts, the taste of you sweet and addicting on his tongue, as his fingers go to furiously rub your clit. making your legs thrash against his head, tears falling down your cheeks as you tried you best to suck his cock.
sound squelching filled the room from the both of you, as your nose hit the base of his cock, nose hairs tickling his pubic hair softly.
sunoo's hips thrusted up in your lips as he ate you out, the sensation making his mind short-circuit. the grip he had on your hips leaving a small purple mark as he anchored himself against you.
this was more addicting than any type of weed. his tongue flattened against a spot that made your back arch and stomach coil. your lips moaning against his tip, as precum leaked into your mouth. sounds of approvals vibrating against you as his fingers never stopped.
sunoo's eyes, heavy, peered open to watch you, yet all he could see was the glisten of your slick against his face, your pussy lips twitching and red, as he abused your clit. moans and groans escaping his own lips as he felt his stomach tighten.
"su—sunoo," you muffled out, feeling your orgasm building up in your stomach. walls clenching against his tongue as a last warning.
"just cum on my face, baby," he rasped out, hips bucking faster against your face to match your orgasm. "fucking cum."
and with his words, your back arched, lips popping off his cock, leaving a string of saliva connecting the two of you as you practically sat on his face, suffocating him as you came. slick squirting down his throat and all over his chin. yet his tongue never stopped, fucking and sucking you as if you were his oxygen.
"just like that," he mumbled, slapping your ass softly, allowing the red mark to bloom.
you whined and moaned, face planted into his thigh, before weakly wrapping around the head of his cock again, leaving kitten licks, slowly meeting the half way mark.
"look at you," he rasped, voice wrecked as he tried to lick the slick away from your pussy lips, as you twitched, over sensitive. "fuckin' perfect, taking me so good."
you jumped, ass shaking in his face slightly, earning a small bite against your clit to make you cry. his thrusts against your lips brutal.
"take it," he groaned between a thrust, "fucking take it." he mumbled, cumming into your mouth after three more thrusts. the hot seed rushing down your throat as your eyes fogged up, tears rolling down onto his thigh, trying to take every last drop.
you could feel him soften around your lips, as you pull out. ass still near his face, slicked and dripping from cum.
"shit, you're too pretty. should smoke more, yeah? maybe stick a blunt in that pretty hole of yours." he groaned, rubbing a finger up and down your gasping hole.
"you'd love that, wouldn't you? me using you like you're just a fucking toy."
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