Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

Camping Trip (M.C)

* Y/N stands for your name *

Michael pulls out the tent, banging the last piece into the ground, so it's stood upright. I stand back and admire my boyfriend as he hammers away.

No shirt is on his back and his muscles are flexing. I lick my lips, all of a sudden feeling all hot and bothered.

"You know, you could help, instead of staring at me," Michael teases.

He turns to face me, dropping the hammer at his feet and wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

He edges closer to me and I put my hands up, begging him to stay put.

"Ew no Mikey you're all sweaty, stay away," I screech, which receives a smirk from Michael.

He comes closer, his hips shaking, as he struts his stuff, knowing the effect he has on me.

I bite down on my lip, moving back until I hit a tree. I'm cornered now and I know, with that lustful look in his eyes, he isn't backing down.

"Michael," I say, warning him not to step any closer.

"Aw come on Y/N, don't pretend you don't like it when I'm all hot and sweaty," he coos.

I moan, and he continues to walk towards me.

"You're a big tease, Michael Clifford," I whine.

He chuckles, a deep raspy chuckle, and he finally reaches me. His hands come around my waist and he leans close to my ear, his hot breath tickling me.

"Tease or not, you like it," he mumbles.

His tongue darts out and laps at my skin, and I feel my knees give way. He kisses down my neck and I feel myself giving in.

I try to shove him off, whispering, "Michael, stop, people can see us!"

"Nobody's around baby, and if there were, they best not be looking at what's mine!" he growled.

He pulls back and his eyes dart back and forth, scanning the place. I took that chance to move out of his grip, and back towards the tent.

I reach in and pull out a couple of towels, chucking one to Michael, which he catches easily.

"What are we doing?" he asks, a perfect eyebrow rising upwards.

"Swimming," I shrugged, as I trotted down to the little river, hidden behind the trees.

I stopped by the bank, taking off my shirt and shorts, and dropping the towel by my feet, then walked into the cool, clear water.

I sighed as the water lapped at my skin, momentarily cooling me down. I looked back to the bank to see Michael standing there, shifting back and forth from one foot to the other.

"You coming in or what?" I asked.

He tugged off his jeans, leaving him in a pair of white boxers and slowly made his way into the water. The water reached only his ankles, before he squealed and ran back up the bank.

I laughed and splashed some water over in his direction. He jumped back.

"You big wuss! Get in the water!" I yelled.

"I'm not a wuss! It's just so cold!" he whined, pouting his perfect plump lips.

"I'll buy you pizza when we get back from our camping trip," I coaxed, knowing full well that would get him in.

His eyes lit up at the sound of his favourite food. He waded into the water, arms across his chest, as he shivered and cursed under his breath.

"See, it's alright once you get used to it," I shrugged.

His hands, under the water, pulled you close to him, your bodies flush against one another.

"Call me a wuss again and baby girl, I won't be responsible for my actions," he growled.

I gulped.

"A-and what would y-you do?" I stuttered.

"Oh Y/N," he cooed, tilting my chin back with one finger, so I looked up into his eyes. "Baby, I can think of a lot of things I want to do to you," he groaned.

I blushed and my head feel back down, so my gaze was locked on the water.

He chuckled and tilted my head back up. His lips met mine in a sweet kiss.

"I love you Y/N!" he said.

"I love you too Michael!" I replied.