Michael Jackson Imagines (16)

Wet Dream (Mature era) 🥰

One day, I was coming after running a few errands.

When I walked in through the front door, it was unusually quiet.

"I'm home"!

I called out.

Then, I heard moaning sounds.

What was he doing?

It's not what I think it is...is it?

I stepped into the living room and found Michael asleep on the couch.

He was moaning in his sleep and he had the pillow pressed against his crotch.

I had to giggle at what he was doing.

"Oh Michael...you're so silly".

I said, and then decided to join him.

After making my way there, I crawled over onto the cushions and moved over so that I was lying on top of him.

I laid my head down on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

"Mmm...ohhh baaaby..."

He continued to moan, unaware that I was witnessing the whole thing.

"Aww. How cute".

I cooed, playing with his hair, and then gently twisted a strand of it around my finger.

"Mmmm...whaaat"?

Michael opened his cute little eyes and looked up at me with child-like innocence.

"Hello sleepyhead. Did you have a nice nap"?

I cooed once more, and then planted a few kisses to his cheeks, making him blush.

"I didn't hear you coming. When did you get back home"?

He asked, smiling as he played with a strand of my hair.

"About nine minutes ago".

I smirked, and then giggled some more.