Welcome to Michael Jackson Imagines Vol. 3!
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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Michael and I stirred from our sleep, the warmth of the night still lingering around us. We lay tangled together, our bodies completely bare, a snarl of limbs and blankets that spoke of the intimacy we shared. The fireplace, which had roared with fiery intensity just hours before, now only glowed softly with smoldering embers. It's gentle light flickered across the room, casting a warm, golden hue over everything and making the shadows dance softly on the walls.
The rich, heady aroma of last night's wine hung in the air, mingling with the faint, intoxicating scent of our closeness. It was a blend of memories and lingering heat, filling the space with a cozy, almost intoxicating warmth.
Michael was the first to awaken. He blinked slowly, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. He looked down and found me nestled against him, my head resting on his chest. With a tender smile, he reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face with a gentle touch. His fingers were warm and soft, and his affection was palpable. Leaning in, he pressed a delicate kiss to my forehead, his breath warm against my skin. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice husky and tinged with sleep.
I stirred at his touch, a contented sigh escaping my lips as I felt the last remnants of warmth from our shared embrace. I stretched luxuriously, my body still humming from the night's passion. "Morning," I murmured, my voice thick with sleep but filled with affection. I blinked slowly, my eyes meeting his with a sleepy smile.
Michael's smile widened, and he brushed another light kiss across my forehead. "Did you sleep well?" he asked, his voice still soft and tender.
I nodded, snuggling closer to him. "I did. Last night was... amazing," I said, my cheeks flushing slightly as I relived the memories of our time together. "How about you?"
He chuckled softly, his laughter warm and low. "I couldn't have asked for a better night," he replied, his arms tightening around me.
I sighed contentedly, my head resting against Michael's chest as I listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The gentle rise and fall of his breath was calming, and I couldn't help but revel in the simple pleasure of being so close to him. "I'm glad," I whispered, my fingers tracing delicate patterns on his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath. "I could stay like this forever."
Michael pressed another soft kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled back slightly to look into my eyes. A playful glint danced in his gaze. "You know," he said with a teasing smile, "I think we might need to make this a regular thing. You and me, just like this."
