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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♛ 1989 Hayvenhurst Word Count:7.2k
The Jackson family home resonated with laughter and lively chatter, a harmonious blend of the adults' hearty guffaws and the children's, nieces', and nephews' bubbly giggles. The family you had married into was larger than ever, filled with stars and entertainers, and your husband was the brightest of them all. Yet, he never gloated about his fame.
The video shoot had just wrapped, capturing the love and joy of the family for their new song on the upcoming album, one that Michael was not a part of. The crew began to pack up, the bright lights dimming, and the bustling energy slowly waning.
You strolled back into the house, the warm, inviting atmosphere enveloping you. The rich smell of home-cooked food wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet scent of fresh flowers adorning the living room. You headed to the game room, where the little ones were sprawled on the floor, engrossed in various games. Your husband stood by the refreshment table, sipping a glass of orange juice. When his eyes met yours, they roamed down your form, taking in your satin red blouse and black dress pants, an outfit chosen to complement his.
"Hi beautiful," Michael said, his voice soft and warm as he placed his cup down on the table.
"Hey baby," you replied, walking over to him, your heels clicking against the polished wooden floor. He opened his arms, hugging you tightly and placing a tender kiss on your forehead.
You looked up at him in awe, resting your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. The two of you had just recently married after his tour, and the new beginnings were still fresh and exciting.
"Mother wants to have a game night tonight and wants us to stay. Is that okay with you?" he asked, his eyes searching yours.
You shrugged, a smile playing on your lips. "I wouldn't mind staying the night, actually. I'll get more time with your family."
Michael chuckled, a low, melodic sound. "That too," he said, his lips curling into a slow smile as he looked away, a hint of shyness in his demeanor.
"What's wrong?" you asked, gently touching his arm.
Michael shook his head and looked back at you, his eyes soft. "Nothing, baby. You just look really good today."
You felt a warm blush creeping up your cheeks. "Thank you, so do you," you said, twirling a strand of his curly hair between your fingers, marveling at its softness.
Michael smiled, "Thank you, baby." He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer against his chest. His scent was a mix of his cologne and something uniquely him, strong and intoxicating, making him even more irresistible.
"So, game night?" you asked, looking around the room. "What do you want to do?"
The room began to empty as the kids ran out, their laughter echoing down the hall, followed by the door slamming shut. The energy of the house shifted, becoming quieter and more intimate.
