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 morning light filtered gently through the thin curtains, casting a soft, golden hue over the room. Michael and Yn lay entangled in the sheets, their limbs intertwined as if neither wanted to let go. The air between them was thick with the remnants of the night before—a night filled with raw emotion, fiery passion, and an unspoken vulnerability that neither of them could easily shake off. Their bodies, still pressed close, held the warmth of their shared intimacy, yet their minds were already grappling with the implications of what had transpired.
As Yn began to stir, her eyelids fluttering open, the memories of the previous night washed over her like a wave. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she remembered the argument that had led to the heated kiss, which in turn had ignited the passion that neither had been able to resist. The sheets around them were a tangled mess, a testament to the fervor that had gripped them both, and Yn couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and longing as she glanced over at Michael.
Michael was already awake, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as if searching for answers in the plaster. He could sense Yn's movement beside him, but he hesitated to meet her eyes. The night before had been a whirlwind of emotions—a clash of desires and doubts that had culminated in something neither of them had anticipated. Now, in the quiet light of morning, the gravity of their actions began to settle in.
When their eyes finally met, the silence between them was almost deafening. A flush crept up both their faces as they instinctively reached for the sheets, pulling them up to cover their bodies. It was as if they were trying to shield themselves not just from the cool air of the morning, but from the weight of what they had shared.
Yn was the first to break the silence, her voice a little shaky. "I, uh... I'm just gonna..." She trailed off, quickly slipping out of bed and grabbing the first set of clothes she could find in her drawer. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she avoided Michael's gaze as she hurried towards the bathroom. The floor seemed to have become the most fascinating thing in the world as she focused on it, hoping to avoid the awkwardness that hung in the air.
Michael watched her retreat, feeling a mixture of relief and regret. His heart was still racing from the intensity of their night together, but now, in the light of day, uncertainty crept in. He lay back on the bed, his eyes drifting to the ceiling once more as he replayed the events of the night before in his mind. Each moment was vivid, each touch and kiss still fresh in his memory. Yet, with the clarity that morning often brings, doubt began to take hold.
Had they made a mistake? Was this going to complicate everything?
