Michaelishious - Vol. 2018

Dec. 4th: Christmas Kink Pt. 1

Author's note: Michael is not famous in this imagine.

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"Hey, Alyssa?! Can you get us a couple more of those mojitos?!" my friend mouthed, and I just nodded, because there was no use in trying to outsource the booming music, without standing close to someone. It was simply too loud. And it was quite crowdy too. So I snuk around and in between, talking and dancing people, to get to the bar, and tried to get eye contact with the bartender. I waved my hand too, but he was too occupied with three women, that were hanging over the bar and more or less flashed their breasts to him, to see me.

"How are you doing, little elf?" I heard a man's voice say into my ear. And given that he was standing so close to be able to talk so I could hear, a flash of panic rushed through me and gave me an intense urge to flee. But when I turned to look at him, I instantly started to giggle. He was wearing an oversized Christmas hat with antlers, and had the silliest smile I'd seen all day. He was looking good too, and there was absolutely nothing intimidating about him. Black, long curls stuck out from underneath his big hat, and his teeth were just as white as the fake fur on the rim. His jaw was strong and very masculine, with a tiny cleft on his chin, and he had a cute, little nose, and his eyes... Oh, my holy goodness. His eyes were gorgeous! Deep brown orbs, that were sparkling as they studied me in a curious way. And he smelled intoxicatingly good.

"Oh, hello there, Santa," I answered coyly and giggled.

"What do you do here all by yourself?" he quickly responded, clearly wanting to keep the conversation going.

"I'm trying to get another drink for me and my friend, but it seems like it can take a while."

I nodded towards the bartender with a frown, and heard one of the ladies squeal loudly, as her friend placed an ice cube in her cleft.

"Your friend?" he asked with an arched eyebrow. I could tell he was hinting to whether it was a male or female friend, and I contemplated whether I should tell him or not. So I smirked a little, but eventually leaned closer, so he could hear me.

"Yeah. She's in the toilet right now."

He looked down at me with a mischievous grin, and I gasped with wide eyes.

"No! No, not that way! She's not... Not that way. I'm not... Not that I have anything against it, because I really don't, I just..."

I got surprised and literally stunned when he placed his finger on my lips to silence me, and his mesmerizing eyes were beaming like fire. And his lips were almost touching my ear as he spoke again.

"You're such a cute little elf."

Then he leaned forward, and without really touching me, he pushed me against the counter with his body, and I got totally perplexed, as it looked like he was going to kiss me. But instead, his hand brushed over my stomach so swiftly, that it seemed like that I wasn't supposed to notice. But I did. Damn right, I did! And I blushed heavily, when I felt how my body responded to his presence.

"HEY, BARTENDER! OVER HERE!" he yelled, and my heart skipped several beats when I felt his lean, well toned body against mine. A part of me wanted to disappear through a hole in the ground, but at the same time I didn't want to leave. I couldn't. I was like glued to the floor, frozen in the position with the stranger in the Christmas hat. And I didn't even know his name! But as if he had read my mind, he turned his head back to me again.

"I'm Michael, by the way. Michael Jackson."

Then he remained standing so close that I could feel the fake fur on his hat against my forehead, while his gaze held mine.