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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★ 1978. New York Word Count:3.3k
You were with Michael in New York City while he worked on filming The Wiz. The two of you were staying with his sister Latoya in her apartment. Toya was incredibly sweet, but she was adamant about you and Michael not sharing the same room, worried about what the two of you might get up to.
That afternoon, Latoya left to run some errands and wouldn't be back until later that night, leaving you and Michael alone in the apartment.
"Baby, can you come in here?" Michael called from the living room.
You emerged from his bedroom and walked down the hallway. As you entered the living room, you saw Michael lounging on the couch. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, revealing his smooth chest, and his legs were spread casually with his hand resting between them.
"What is it, Michael?" you asked, leaning against the mini bar, your eyes tracing over his relaxed form.
"I wanted to ask you somethin'," he said, his gaze fixed on you.
"Ask me what?" you said, curiosity piqued, as you moved closer to him, standing directly in front of him.
"Umm. I wanted to try somethin'," he mumbled, looking a bit unsure, his fingers drumming nervously on his thigh.
"Try what, Michael? You're not telling me what it is," you replied, crossing your arms and giving him a teasing smile.
"Somethin' I saw in a magazine," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper as he rubbed the tip of his nose-a telltale sign of his nerves.
"Are you still lookin' at those Playboys?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Uh, no," his eyes darting away for a moment.
"What did you see now, Michael? I told you we're not doing anything until you're fully ready," you said, softening your stance as you walked over and sat gently on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He looked up at you, his big brown eyes filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "I just... I saw this thing, and I thought maybe we could try it. It looked fun, and I thought you might like it too."
You sighed, a playful smile on your lips. "Alright, Michael. But only if you're sure. And you have to tell me exactly what it is."
He nodded, a shy smile spreading across his face. "I promise. I'll show you, and we can decide together."
You leaned in and kissed his forehead. "Okay then, show me what you've got in mind."
Michael looked at you nervously, his fingers playing with the hem of your skirt. "Have you been, umm, have you been fingered before?" he asked, his voice wavering slightly.
