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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As we walked down the dimly lit street, the city's pulse hummed around us, but all I could hear was the steady rhythm of our footsteps, echoing in the still night. The flickering streetlights above cast long, ghostly shadows that danced across the pavement, but the world felt muted-everything seemed to fade into the background except for us. The air was thick with anticipation, like a storm waiting to break. Every step we took brought us closer, but there was a tension between us, charged, almost electric, that made the space between us feel impossibly vast and infinitesimally small at once.
Every glance we exchanged, every brush of our fingers, was a spark, igniting something deep inside me. I couldn't help but feel it-the magnetic pull that drew us closer, even without words. Our bodies seemed to move in sync, as if we had been walking this path together for years, though the unsaid weight between us was more than palpable.
The silence was far from uncomfortable, though. It was charged, filled with unspoken promises, with everything we didn't need to say because we both already understood. The night held secrets we weren't ready to speak aloud, yet everything in me was alive, vibrating with the energy of what we both knew was inevitable. My heart raced, not just from the excitement of what was coming, but from the sheer uncertainty of it all-of our swapped bodies, of everything that had changed and nothing at all.
When we finally reached the door of the house, time seemed to stretch. The soft jingle of the keys felt distant, almost like it was happening to someone else. My hands were unsteady, betraying the storm inside me, fumbling with the lock. And when the door clicked shut behind us, the weight of it was more than just the end of a walk-it felt like the world outside had disappeared entirely, leaving only the heat of the room and the pulse of our hearts.
There was no more space between us. The second we crossed the threshold, everything shifted. Michael was on me before I could take another breath, his lips crashing into mine with a hunger that took me by surprise, stealing the air from my lungs. It was urgent, almost frantic, a raw need that seemed to pulse between us, making everything else in the world irrelevant. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him, as if there was nothing left but the rush of our kiss and the pounding of our hearts.
The kiss wasn't gentle-it was raw, desperate, as though we both needed to prove something to each other, to ourselves. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, harder, as if I could erase the past, the distance that had always hung between us, and make this moment last forever. The heat of his body against mine sent sparks of electricity surging through my skin, and the frantic rhythm of our breaths blended into one. In the midst of it, the world outside us ceased to exist-there was only the press of his lips, the undeniable pull of desire that neither of us could escape.
