Welcome to Michael Jackson Imagines Vol. 2!
This is a book full of erotica and different AUs of Michael Jackson.
I hope you brought your holy beverage or food, you're probably gonna need A LOT.
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Awards:
Finalist for the Best Imagines Collect...
An: FINALLY! A post! The writer's block has finally ended (I hope). Just know that you just got a job in... nursing. I don't know, I just came up with it. 😂
~ I Can't Help It ~ ~*Part One*~
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"Baby," my boyfriend called me from the bedroom as I was finishing my hair in the bathroom.
"Yes, Michael?" I glance at him watching into the doorway then I look back at the mirror, making sure I looked decent for tonight.
"Woah..." I heard Michael gasp in awe, "You look... beautiful."
My outfit he was calling beautiful was a brown disco wrap dress with white over-toe Hush Puppies with small accents of brown. Rebbie bought the outfit for me when we were shopping the other day.
I turn to my boyfriend with a smile on my face, "Thanks, babe."
I got a glimpse at his outfit.
It looked like Michael was slightly matching me; he was wearing a nude satin button-up with small details of flowers, dark brown pants with flare bottoms, white ankle socks, and Bentley leather shoes.
I finished up my hair as I looked into the mirror again, fixing myself. I turned my head back to Michael, who was just staring at me. I raise a brow, "Babe?"
He just stared at me, I guess he was simply out of it.
I giggle in confusion as I call him again, "Michael!"
He quickly stood up from the doorway, rapidly blinking, "Huh? Oh, sorry."
I pull away from the mirror, walking up to him as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Daydreaming."
I move closer to him, placing my hands on his chest, "What were you daydreaming about?"
I look up at him, seeing him blush, "N-Nothing. It's nothing."
I look down at his buttons, messing with one of them, "Were you thinking," I look up at him again, "sexually?"
He scoffed, shaking his head, "No, no..."
I squinted my eyes at him, mentally telling him, "Be honest."
He then sighs, "Yeah."
Sex.
We haven't done it yet. We have got close but... nope.
Michael has always told me, "We should take it slow."
Which we are.
I just don't understand why he doesn't want to talk about it.
It's human nature; talking about it is good in a relationship.
