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 sat at the bar in a crowded club, the low hum of conversation and the thumping bass of the music reverberating through his chest. The dim, neon-lit atmosphere cast a vibrant glow over everything, blending shadows and colors into a pulsating tapestry of nightlife. He nursed a whiskey on the rocks, the cool glass sweating in his hand as he watched the mass of bodies on the dance floor. The rhythmic sway of people, lost in the music, was almost hypnotic.
Dressed in a sleek, all-burgundy suit that fit him perfectly, Michael's attire was a sharp contrast to the casual wear of most patrons. His matching burgundy shoes and button-up shirt added a touch of sophistication, making him stand out even more in the dimly lit club. He exuded a quiet confidence, the kind that naturally drew eyes, yet he remained detached, scanning the crowd with an air of disinterest.
As he took a slow sip of his drink, the liquid burning pleasantly down his throat, his gaze roamed lazily over the sea of faces, momentarily catching on various women who flirted with their movements, their laughter, and their glances. But none held his attention for long—until he saw her.
She stood out like a beacon amidst the chaos, her presence commanding the room. Her gold backless diamante mesh mini dress shimmered under the strobe lights, catching the eye of everyone around her. The dress clung to her curves, accentuating her every move as she swayed gracefully to the beat of a popular song, lost in the rhythm. Her heels were in her hand, suggesting she'd abandoned them for the freedom to dance unrestrained, her bare feet moving effortlessly across the floor.
Her skin glistened under the club's lights, and her hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, catching the light with each turn of her head. But it was her eyes that truly captivated Michael. They sparkled with a mix of joy and mischief, reflecting the vibrant energy of the music. She was mesmerizing, a vision of raw, untamed passion.
Michael felt a powerful surge of attraction, a magnetic pull he couldn't ignore. The way she moved—her confidence and grace as she danced—stirred something deep within him. Her presence seemed to radiate a golden glow, and every fluid motion captivated him, drawing his gaze irresistibly. His heart raced in time with the pulsating music, and the usually composed demeanor he prided himself on slipped away. This woman, with her intoxicating allure, had ensnared his full attention, and he knew he had to get closer, if only to experience that magnetic energy up close.
As he continued to sip his drink, the woman's enchanting dance seemed to intensify. Yn, feeling the weight of his gaze on her, glanced over her shoulder. Their eyes met, and she instantly recognized the intensity of his interest. A knowing smile curved her lips as she danced with even more fervor, her movements becoming more fluid and inviting. Michael's eyes locked onto her, captivated by the way she moved. The attraction he felt was electric, each of her graceful motions sending a jolt of desire through him.
