Book I Of the 'Not Vanilla' Imagine Series.
𝚃𝚆: includes strong language, Sexual content, Explicit content.
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Imagines Between you & Michael Jackson.
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♛ 1980. California Word Count:5K
Class seemed to stretch on endlessly, as Professor Smith droned about anything and everything under the sun. You sat at your desk, doodling aimlessly in your notebook, your mind elsewhere. The clock ticked closer to the end of class, and you eagerly awaited your escape to the theater.
Theater was your sanctuary, a world where you could lose yourself and, most importantly, where you could see Michael. You and Michael had been inseparable since freshman year of high school, and now, on the cusp of graduating college together, your bond was stronger than ever.
"Alright, I'll see you all tomorrow. Remember to complete that assignment-if you don't, that's on you!" Professor Smith's voice finally signaled the end of class. Students packed their bags and filed out of the room.
You quickly gathered your things and rushed out the door, heading down the hall. "Baby, wait up!"
You turned to see Michael jogging towards you, his bag slung over one shoulder, his smile as bright as ever.
"Hi, baby," you said, closing the distance between you and hugging him tightly. His familiar scent of mint and cologne enveloped you, making you feel at home.
"How was class?" he asked, draping an arm around your shoulders as you walked together, his fingers gently playing with a strand of your hair.
"Boring as usual. How about you?" you replied, glancing up at him, admiring the way his eyes sparkled under the hallway lights.
He licked his lips thoughtfully, the way he always did when he was thinking. "Same here. But at least I get to see you now," he said, his hand sliding to tickle your neck playfully.
"Michael, stop," you giggled, squirming away, feeling the ticklish sensation shoot through you.
He grinned and kissed your cheek, his lips warm and soft against your skin. "I heard Professor Bond isn't here today."
"She isn't?" you asked, surprised.
"Nope. Rumor has it she either got food poisoning or she's pregnant with Professor Floyd's child. They've been... busy," he said with a smirk, his eyebrows waggling suggestively.
You couldn't help but laugh. The whole school buzzed with gossip about their after-hours antics. "So, what does that mean for us?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.
Michael's eyes sparkled with mischief as he glanced at the auditorium doors. "We should... practice our lines," he suggested, his grin widening.
"Michael, you know how confusing this musical is," you protested, though you felt a thrill at the idea of sneaking into the empty theater.
