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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The pulsing beat of the club music vibrated through the floor, the bass resonating in my chest as my boyfriend, Michael, and I made our way through the sea of people. The lights flashed in time with the music, casting a kaleidoscope ofcolors over the packed dance floor. I felt the excitement in the air, a mix of adrenaline and anticipation that buzzed like static electricity.
I had slipped into my favorite black Eleanor dress for the night, the fabric hugging my curves and the hemline brushing just above my knees. Paired with killer black heels, my legs looked like they went on for miles. I caught sight of our reflection in the mirrors lining the walls as we walked by—me, sleek and confident, and Michael beside me, effortlessly handsome. His dark curls were slightly tousled, giving him that irresistible, just-rolled-out-of-bed look that always drove me crazy. He wore black slacks that fit him perfectly and a crisp white button-up that highlighted his broad shoulders and the lean muscles underneath.
"You're looking stunning tonight," Michael whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine. His voice was low, meant just for me, and I felt my heart do a little flip. I turned to look at him, catching the playful glint in his dark eyes and the easy smile that I could never resist.
"You don't look so bad yourself," I teased back, my hand slipping into his as he guided me closer to him, his arm now securely around my waist.
The club was alive with energy—the scent of perfume, sweat, and alcohol mingling into a heady concoction that made everything feel a bit more intense, a bit more surreal. People crowded the dance floor, bodies moving in sync with the pounding music, laughter, and chatter adding to the cacophony. As we neared our booth, I could see our friends already there, the guys leaning back with drinks in hand, laughing about something I couldn't quite make out over the noise.
"Finally!" Mark shouted as we approached. "We thought you two were gonna ditch us for another party!"
Michael grinned, sliding into the booth and pulling me down next to him. "Wouldn't dream of it," he replied, his hand resting comfortably on my thigh under the table. I could feel the heat from his palm even through the fabric of my dress, a silent reminder of his presence that made my pulse quicken.
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"Here's to a great night out!" Michael toasted, raising his glass with a grin that made his eyes crinkle at the corners.
"Cheers!" we all echoed, our glasses clinking together in a chorus of laughter.
"So, what's everyone drinking?" Sarah asked, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. She was always the one to kick things off.
