Just what the title says! I don't like doing much smut, but I might try some eventually. Go somewhere else if you want heavy smut imagines! Love all of my readers, and I'm always here for a chat!
You felt a warm breeze hit your face, but it wasn't Michael's sweet breath. You were confused; where was Michael? You were used to waking up in his strong, lazy arms, but he was nowhere to be seen. You decided to go look for him.
You put your bed head hair up in a ponytail after brushing the ridiculous tangles out, and you changed into leggings and one of Michael's tanks. You brushed your teeth and washed your face in the warm water, and you walked down the spiral staircase.
You both had decided to book a vacation for two weeks in a crazy expensive three story place by a private beach. It was beautiful, and the cleaning people actually make the place spotless, unlike every other case you've heard. The view was unlike you've ever seen, and the water was perfect.
"Michael?" You called. You heard the sound of water being stirred up, and you walked towards the noise.
"Are you really swimming in a ball cap?" You giggled.
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"Hey, don't make fun of me," he pointed at you.
"Or what?" You asked, walking a little closer to him. He smirked, flicking water at you. "Okay! Fine! Stop it!" You laughed as you were showered with water.
"Then come here, (Y/n)," he gestured with his arms.
You sighed dramatically, "but that's so much work! I just woke up!"
"But you've brushed your hair, put it up in a ponytail, changed your clothes, and, judging by how ridiculously clean you are all the time, also brushed your teeth and washed your face," he rolled his eyes, reciting your morning routine.
"You watch me too much. It's creepy!"
"Hey, what did I say about teasing me?"
"Nothing. You said 'dont make fun of me', not 'don't tease me'."
"What's the difference?"
"I'm not a bully, I'm teasing you like a best friend," you pointed out, sitting down in front of him and criss-crossing your legs. He chuckled, cupping your cheeks and pulling you in for a sweet kiss. His soft lips pressed against your own, and both of you closed your eyes blissfully.
You jumped a little as you felt water run from Michael's arms and onto your pant leg. You groaned at him playfully. "You got water on my pants."
"Cool. I made you wet," he smirked.
"EW, MICHAEL! NO!" You yelled, but failing to hold back your laughter.
"Is 'moist' a better word?" He teased, knowing that word made you cringe every time you heard it.
"NO!" You cringed.
He laughed, pulling you into the water with him.
"Now I'm soaked," you glared at him when you popped back up.
"You love it," he poked at you.
"I like it when you're the wet one," you muttered, but regretted it after you realised what it sounded like. Michael burst into a fit of laughter, and you glared at him.
