Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

Bad For You (M.C)

Hi😊 So I decided to make this because I watched the episode of TVD where Caroline and Klaus finally admit their feelings for one another and have sex😏 Klaroline are my OTP😍 So yeah, that's how this came about🙊 Hope you enjoy😘 - Meg

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"I'm leaving Y/N. I'm going to another city, another town. And I'll be as far from you as possible," he explained.

I rolled my eyes and turned away from him.

"And what do you want me to say about that huh?" I asked. "Do you want me to be happy? Ecstatic maybe?"

"I want you to know that this is it now. I'm not coming back here again. I've tried so hard with you, and you've pushed me away multiple times," he said.

I heard his footsteps behind me but refused to look back.

All that he was saying was playing with my mind and tugging on my heart strings.

He had tried with me, he'd tried so hard and each time I'd pushed him away.

I didn't want to get attached to someone that would eventually leave me.

I'd made that mistake before and I was still paying for it.

He'd left me crashing, falling and burning and he didn't save me.

Which was why things with Michael had to be different.

It was hard to be around him, when every fibre inside of me was pulling me to him.

The connection we had was like no other and it was hard to hide.

Every time I was near him, I felt my whole body, my mind and soul, my heart gravitating towards him.

And I had to keep my distance, I had to be hostile and shuttered.

I had to keep all my emotions hidden and keep a blank look on my face.

"I want your confession," he breathed.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he edged closer to me.

My arms crossed over my chest and I took a deep breath.

"What confession? I haven't done anything. I don't understand," I said.

He chuckled and came to stand beside me.

"I want you to confess what you feel for me Y/N," he clarified. "You've been hostile, hidden and your expression is always unreadable. But I know," he paused.

He scratched at his chin.

"I know, deep down, that you feel something. You care about me but you're afraid to admit it to me and to yourself," he noticed.

I scoffed.

"I don't think that you've got it quite right there Michael," I replied.

"Oh no?" he said, sarcasm dripping from his perfect pink lips.

He shoved his hands deep in his jeans pockets and rocked on his heels.

"Please, explain to me where I went wrong," he demanded.

"Really? You think that much of yourself that you think I'm hiding feelings?" I questioned.

How was he so good at this?

I'd tried so hard to hide the feelings, to bury them under everything.

But somehow he'd managed to sneak in through the cracks in my foundation and wrapped himself around my cold heart.

He turned to face me, and his fingers brushed against my jaw.

"Don't be afraid to let me see the real you Y/N," he begged.

His small touch was electric and I felt my icy exterior begin to melt.

My cold heart warmed and my skin warmed up to his touch.

"Just tell me to stop," he whispered.

I turned my body so we were face to face and he gently touched my arms.

He pulled, making them drop to my sides and he stepped even closer.

I could smell him, his musky, but sweet smell.

His breath was fanning across my face and it smelled minty.

"Tell me to stop Y/N," he breathed.

His fingers grazed my cheek and he rubbed soothing circles with the pad of his thumb.

"You don't want me to stop, do you," he teased.

The sparkle in his eyes was unmistakable.

The way his lips curved up into a bright smile made my heart flutter.

His touch was pure electric and sent sparks throughout every inch of my body.

"Stop," I breathed.

His fingers paused, and he raised his eyebrows.

"Ah, be honest now love," he ordered, his lips pulled into a mischievous smirk.

His fingers brushed the hair back from my neck and I felt my knees giving way.

Why was he torturing me?!

His arms suddenly snaked around my waist and he held me steady.

His feet moved and he pulled me along with him, my legs already like jelly.

My back pressed against a tree and his hands moved to pin behind my head.

"All you have to do is tell me to stop," he reminded me.

My breathing hitched and I was a panting mess.

He growled and pressed his wet, warm lips to the skin below my ear.

"What do you want me to do?" he growled.

"I...." I stuttered.

I couldn't speak, he was leaving me speechless as well as breathless.

My lashes fluttered open and closed and I looked up at him.

His hooded eyes briefly closed and he bit down on his lip.

He leaned closer to me, our faces inches apart and his hand suddenly gripped my waist, pulling our bodies closer.

"Tell me," he growled.

"Michael," I gasped.

His fingers dug deliciously into the skin at my hips and he rolled his against mine.

I gasped, a moan escaping my lips and I closed my eyes, rolling my head back.

"This is your last chance with me baby," he drawled.

His lips crashed against mine and moved with such hunger.

His kiss was wild, crazy and out of control.

The lust was evident in the way he moved his lips.

He bit on my bottom lip and pulled it into his mouth and sucked.

A groan vibrated in his throat and he gripped my hips harder.

My hands found them self curling around his neck and pulling him even closer, if that was possible.

His tongue lapped against mine and my hands caressed his face, the stubble pricking my fingers.

"I won't stop," he breathed against my lips.

He pressed his forehead against mine and his green eyes stared deep into mine.

And I felt myself letting go.

I was falling and I wasn't afraid this time.

"Then don't," I whispered.

His eyes lit up and the hunger came crashing back as he gyrated his hips against me.

His lips found mine in an instant and we were back to where we started.

I was complete with him.

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