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 Los Angeles Word Count:4.9k
You and Michael were lying in your bed, the soft glow of the moon casting a gentle light across the room. The late-night atmosphere was calm, the dim lighting adding to the intimate ambiance. Wrapped in his arms, you felt the warmth of his embrace, the sound of your shared laughter filling the room. The scent of his cologne mingled with the night air, creating a heady, intoxicating mix.
"So... when are you gonna leave him?" Michael asked, his fingers tracing light patterns on your smooth, silky skin, sending shivers down your spine.
"Soon, Michael. Just give me some time, okay?" you murmured, snuggling closer to his chest, feeling his heartbeat against your cheek, the steady rhythm grounding you amidst the swirling emotions.
"You've said that for five months now. We've been doing this for a year," he sighed, his tone a mix of frustration and longing, his breath warm against your ear.
"I know, I'll leave him soon, Michael," you assured him, looking up to meet his intense gaze. You placed a gentle kiss on his soft lips, savoring the taste of him, the connection between you deepening. He smiled, caressing your cheek, but behind his tender touch, there was a storm brewing.
What you didn't know was that Michael had already shown your boyfriend the letters you had written to him. Those letters were filled with confessions of your love and feelings for Michael, detailed descriptions of the nights you would sneak away from your boyfriend to be with him. Michael's patience was wearing thin. He wanted you for himself, completely and openly, and the waiting was becoming unbearable.
"You know I love you, right?" Michael said softly, his voice filled with emotion as his hands roamed over your body, his touch igniting a fire within you. "I just... I can't keep doing this forever. I want to be with you, openly. I want to be able to call you mine without any secrets."
"I love you too, Michael," you whispered, feeling the weight of his words as your body responded to his touch. "I promise, I'm going to leave him. It's just... complicated."
"I don't understand why it's so complicated," Michael replied, a hint of frustration in his voice as he pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your neck, sending a wave of desire through you. "If you love me, and you don't love him, then why stay with him?"
"It's not that simple," you tried to explain, your voice trembling as his hands explored your body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "We've been together for so long, and I owe him... something. I need to find the right way to do this, without hurting him too much."
Michael sighed, his arms tightening around you, his breath hot against your skin. "But every day you stay with him, you're hurting me. Do you realize that?"
"I do, and I'm sorry," you said, your voice filled with emotion as you felt the intensity of his desire. "I hate that I'm hurting you. I wish I could just snap my fingers and fix everything."
