Reverie - Michael Jackson Imagines

Crossroads ✨

Off The Wall Era

Content warning: This imagine deals with a subject matter that was controversial during the chose era and for many people, still is today. Please note that the thoughts and attitudes expressed by the characters do not reflect my own personal beliefs on this subject matter nor was this imagine written to push a certain political agenda. Many of you might express your own personal opinions in the comment section but please be civil towards those who may not share your convictions.

"But, how in hell on earth can you imagine you're gonna have a child with a man who cannot stand you?"

You concentrated your sights on the heated exchange between Paul Newman and Elizabeth Taylor plastered on the projector.

The cool California summer air felt nice against your skin, a chorus of crickets competed with the surround sound and a beam of silver moonlight streamed into the dark and cozy Rolls Royce.

It was almost the perfect summer night except for your legs sticking to the back of the leather seats, the nauseating smell of popcorn at the concession stand, and the long, slender fingers that had attempted to snake their way into your denim shorts.

"Michael, stop," you chide in a whisper, pushing your boyfriend's persistent hand away.

In the dark, you still make out his brilliant smile.

"C'mon baby," he whispers, his gentle tenor tickling the shell of your ear. "It's dark out, the windows are tinted- nobody will see. Long as we keep quiet- you don't make a lot of noise anyway,"

You feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment at the crass statement.

"But you do. We'll never live the headlines down if we get caught, your mother will have a fit and your reputation will be ruined. Might as well enjoy the film. Besides, I like this one. Paul Newman's a hottie,"

Michael sucks his teeth.

"He ain't all that,"

You giggle and take a sip of your diet cola, returning your focus to the movie but it's not long before you feel your boyfriend's soft lips peppering kisses against your neck, gently sucking the flesh in all the right places.

Usually, you'd raise your white flag right then and there but you simply weren't in the mood.

"Mike," you groan again. "I said stop,"

Your boyfriend sighs.

"What's up with you tonight, Y/N? You're so uptight- killin' the mood. You're always ready,"

You let out a deep sigh, the sauerkraut hotdog you'd downed before the film churning in your stomach. Your ferocious appetite for more than food had come with downsides that you and Michael had never considered.

You'd been seeing Michael Jackson for nearly a year and things had been beyond perfect.

The two of you were distant childhood acquaintances that had reconnected and hit it off. You had lots in common and had fun going out together and it didn't hurt that Michael had grown up from the adorable lead singer of the Jackson 5 to the sexy, slender young man who'd branched off into his own solo career.

Physical attraction had recently become a dominant part of what had once been a chaste, budding romance between you two. Michael was a gorgeous man and you could hardly resist his charms.

He wasn't as physically experienced as you were but it didn't quell the sexual chemistry the two of you had. You liked that he was shy and inexperienced, knowing you could teach him a few things. Michael was a fast learner with impressive stamina and since you were on break from college, you'd spent plenty of summer nights enraptured in one another.