Y/N desperately wanted to sleep in. It was Saturday, for God’s sake. She tried to ignore the feeling of Michael’s lips ghosting along her shoulder. She tried to ignore when he began tracing patterns on her back with his finger. She tried until she couldn’t anymore.
“Michael, stop” she said turning in his arms to face him.
“Good morning,” He smiled, kissing the top of her head as she cuddled into his chest, “Your skin is so soft. How is your skin so soft?” He ran a hand up the back of her tank top and skimmed his fingers along her spine.
“Oh my god,” she chuckled, placing a soft peck against his skin before cuddling closer.
Michael continued to rhythmically run his hand up and down her spine in the most calming way. Y/N could feel herself drifting back to sleep.
“Don’t go back to sleep, I want to talk to you,” he laughed through a yawn.
She smiled against him, “Five minutes,”
“Only five,” He said, resting his cheek against the top of her head.
Could you do a blurb of waking up with Michael in the morning. Idk, I’m in the mood for some soft Michael.
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