The Monkees: preferences and imagines

Toxic

"With the taste of your lips, I'm on a ride"
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Now let me back up, Michael Nesmith was the finest boy I had ever seen. From his accent to his stare, I couldn't find one flaw, but I tried nothing but my best to stay away from him because although he was extremely good looking, he was also known as the school player. I knew it, my friends knew it, about everyone knew it but it was so hard to resist him. Like I can't stop starring!

So when Physics rolled around, Of course I would take the occasional look at him. I didn't wanna seem weird but he was just too much.
As I tried to focus on Mr. Clark's teachings, I felt as if someones eyes were looking at me. I tried to ignore it but I absolutely hate when people stare at me. So naturally, I looked at the direction that the stare was coming from and my eyes had met his.
Michaels deep stare was looking back into my eyes.

My face flushed a pink color and I immediately looked back at the teacher who was talking about something. I couldn't remember. All I could think about was Michael. He was so... mysterious.

As the bell rang, I gathered all my things together to head towards the door and noticed a tall figure hovering over me, and with some Miracle It was him. Once again my fave turned red and he handed me a slip of paper, winked and walked away.

My heart actually skipped two beats and as I unfolded the paper, I had seen,
"Meet me at the cafe after 8th block Gorgeous ;)
Micheal"

I felt overwhelmed with excitement. Michael the school player who every girl dreams of having a date with, wants to talk to me. Oh yeah, of course, he's a player. I bet he's going to try to play me like how he played Caroline, one of my friends. Plus I wouldn't do that to her, she was one of my closest friends.

Well, as 8th block came to an end I began walking towards the cafe where I saw a tall man with raven like hair and the most gorgeous eyes. He smirked when he saw me and my stomach twisted with anxiety but my heart had beat with excitement and my head went through millions of thoughts a minute.

"So, you wanted to talk to me?" You ask.
"That's weird, you never really talk to me."
He let out a small laugh and said,
"Yeah, y/n, listen, I've always thought you were the most beautiful person to ever be seen. Nobody in here dresses like you, or has your attitude or your stunning eyes. I know we've never really talked but you should come over tonight. I'm having a small get together and The only person I really wanna see tonight is you."

You knew by small get together he meant big party that he has like every other weekend. I heard they were actually fun but I never really thought of myself going especially with MICHAEL NESMITH. What about Caroline? Oh she doesn't have to know.

"Yeah I guess I'll go" you say playing it cool.
"Okay good because as I said, the only person I really wanna see tonight, is you." His puppy dog like eyes made you blush.
He kissed your cheek and said goodbye.

Okay that did not just happen! You had to get everything perfect for tonight, and you sure achieved that. Everything from hair, to makeup, to nails, to outfit was head over heals perfect. You thought you looked so good you would even date yourself (haha)

As you arrived at the party, you saw what you thought it was, music and people drunkenly dancing to a song you knew. Some kids in the corner were smoking a cigarette while some kids on the couch lit up some Mary Jane. You searched for Michael everywhere until you looked around a corner and someone had wrapped their arms around your waist.

"Glad you could come y/n," he said while kissing your neck. You felt chills run down your back and you wanted nothing more then what he wanted.

You snatched some drinks and drank them while he continued to do what he did. You both were pretty drunk and knew what was about to go down as soon as he led you upstairs. You were ready and really wanted it.

Michael began to leave love bites on your neck as he worked his way down. The comforter that you were on relaxed you and as he reached there, you knew why all the girls wanted him.
You let out a moan and he increased his game going faster and hitting the right places.
"Oh my.." you trailed off just enjoying the moment.
Your hands grasped the sheets as you felt some type of way.
Before you came,
Micheal slid in his huge tool in and
You couldn't help but yelp.
As he finished what he started you screamed so loud someone knocked on the door and asked if someone was being murdered.
You laughed and shook your head.

Micheal turned to you and his brown eyes stared into yours.
"We should do this again" he smiles.
"For sure" you sigh.

You get dressed and walk out of the room as if nothing happened.
I can see why everyone thinks he "toxic"
Oh he's toxic alright...