Michael Jackson Imagines

Our First Kiss

*Fluff*

(Jacksons Era)

Your POV

I rest my head on his chest, as we lay down on a small blanket staring up at the stars. "I love being with you Y/N." I look up at Michael to see a big smile on his face. I smile back at him. "I love to be with you too." We continue to point out stars that look like certain things for a while.

I turn towards him as we lay next to each other making eye contact. He wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me closer to his body. He places his left hand on my cheek and his other still on my waist. We close our eyes. He softly presses his lips against mine. I kiss him back with the same passion. Put my arms around his back. Our soft kisses suddenly turn into deeper kisses.

Michael unexpectedly climbs on top of me, still not breaking our kiss. He licks at my lips, until I allow his tongue for entrance. After a couple minutes we pull away.

All I see is his beautiful eyes staring into mine as he rolls back onto the blanket. We don't say anything for the rest of the night, just cuddle with each other and slowly drift off to sleep.