Welcome to Michael Jackson Imagines Vol. 3!
This is a book full of erotica and different AUs of Michael Jackson.
I hope you brought your holy beverage or food, you're probably gonna need A LOT.
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"I'm gonna catch you, Michael!" I shouted, charging across the sunlit Neverland field, gripping my water gun like a warrior with a mission. The midday heat wrapped around us, shimmering in the distance, but the only thing I could focus on was Michael. My laughter echoed, light and carefree, as I sprinted toward him, determined to close the gap between us. He dodged behind a tree just in time, his curls bouncing wildly, mischief sparking in his eyes.
"Not if I get you first!" he called back, voice playful, teasing. The kind of laughter we only shared when it was just us, far from everything, as if the world outside didn't exist. He darted out from behind the tree, swift and graceful, the perfect target. My heart raced as I chased after him, shooting a stream of water that barely missed him by inches.
I could hear his laughter, infectious and free, as we zigzagged across the field. "You're getting slow, babe!" he taunted, his eyes gleaming as he shot a quick burst of water in my direction. I squealed, narrowly dodging it, spinning behind another tree for cover, my breath coming in quick, exhilarated gasps.
"Slow?!" I yelled back, feigning offense as I peeked out from behind the tree. "I'm just giving you a head start!" I darted forward, surprising him with a burst of speed. My water stream caught him square in the back.
"Gotcha!" I crowed, laughing as he stopped in his tracks, pretending to be wounded. His mock gasp of shock was quickly replaced with a devilish grin, and before I knew it, he had spun around, charging at me.
"Oh, you're gonna pay for that," he said, his voice low and full of playful menace. I screamed, the sound half-laugh, half-shriek, as I tried to make a run for it, but he was faster. He shot me, drenching me in the side with a mocking "Gotcha!" before taking off again, his laughter trailing behind him.
For hours, we played like children, lost in the joy of the game. It was just us, running through the soft grass, weaving between trees, our laughter blending with the rustling leaves. We splashed through the fountain, the cool water refreshing against our skin as the sun hung high overhead. The weight of the world, of expectations and responsibilities, slipped away with each burst of water, each shared glance.
Laughter bubbled up in my chest as I skidded to a stop by the pool, just in time to see Michael's wicked smile.
Before I could react, he lunged forward, giving me a playful shove. "Michael!" I shrieked, my arms flailing as I tumbled into the cool water with a loud splash. The sudden shock of the water made me gasp, but I quickly resurfaced, wiping water from my face. Michael stood at the edge of the pool, his hands on his hips, looking far too pleased with himself.
