Do You Remember? Michael Jackson Imagines

Break Of Dawn (Erotic)

Song Request By: sexymike58
This imagine is what I believe the song could be based on. Hope you enjoy!
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Dangerous Era (BC I made this after seeing the photo I included 😭):

Michael and you both found classical music relaxing. Your love for the Classical genre was yet another similarity you shared.

You had experienced a difficult day. Though, Michael tried a countless number of times to soothe you- you asked for him to stop. You just wanted to close your eyes and drift off into another day.

So, Michael stopped his futile attempts and instead, tried to make sure you had the best sleep possible. Claude DeBussy's and Martin Jones's masterpiece; Clair De Lune played on your antique record player. A smile plastered onto your face at the sound.

"This music always has a way of soothing me" your hands were intertwined as they rested on your chest. Michael hummed in response.

Michael's hands knitted together behind his head. His gaze was directed up at the ceiling- he looked so peaceful. You found his side profile so incredibly beautiful. You had never noticed how prominent his high cheek bones were.

Your admiration for his physical appearance was interrupted by an intense gaze. Your eyes slowly adjusted to Michael's lips. His lips formed into a slight upwards 'c', he smiled- almost as if he could read your mind.

His smile had never affected you that strongly before.

It must be the music, you thought to yourself.

Michael scooted closer to you. So close. So close, that you could feel his minty breath faintly sting your skin. So close, that you could barely breathe. You ached to run your hand through his curls, you ached to caress his face.

"It's not the music" Michael whispered into your ear. You closed your eyes at the sensation of his breath hitting against your earlobe and neck.

He moved into a position that allowed him to gaze into your eyes, once again. You gave him no response. There was no need for one. Your eyes spoke for you.

Your face completely relaxed, your was mouth slightly agape and your eyes as wide as ever. Michael held a similar expression.

With his right hand propping himself up by holding his head- he used his unoccupied left hand to cup the right side of your face.

His large fingers cover the entire length of your face. With little reaction from you, and no resistance- Michael touched you more passionately. A thousand sparks radiated through his hand and onto you as his hand glided down to your lips.

"You're so beautiful, (Y/N)" he rubbed his thumb from side to side on your bottom lip.

You couldn't help it anymore. He made you forget about the terrible day you had, just by his touch and his kind words. You felt the urge to thank him.

Your hand rose and became entangled in his curls. With slight pressure of your hand, his face descended closer to yours.

Your noses touched and your breathing- heavy, almost as if you were panting.

"Can I kiss you?" Michael asked, almost breathless.

You didn't respond, instead, you took initiative. With your lips pressed against his, he moaned in delight.

His position shifted quickly. He hovered over you as the kiss deepened. He granted you access after your tongue glided across his bottom lip.

Your mouths moved in sync with the music that surrounded you. When you both parted to catch a breath, you stared into each others eyes. You unraveled under his gaze and he melted under yours.