5sos & 1d Smut

Michael-Hard Work

Today could not go by fast enough. You'd been staring at the old clock in your classroom for half an hour, watching the second hand tick past in the hopes that it would suddenly speed past to 3:00pm.

"-and a reminder that your unit projects are due by Friday at the latest. If you or your partner is going to miss Friday's class you need to discuss it with me. All presentations need to happen that day." Your teacher said just as the final bell rang for class to be dismissed.

Shit! You had completely forgotten about the project that was assigned over a month ago. Let's just say the partner you were assigned was less than ideal and you'd been avoiding working with him.

Gathering your books, you quickly joined your best friend making her way out of the classroom and down the hall. "Looking forward to finishing your project finally?" She grinned.

"Ugh!" You huffed, "Why'd it have to be him?" Pushing open the front door of the school open with more force than was probably necessary.

"What's your problem with him anyway?" Your friend asked, struggling to keep up with your brisk walk.

"He doesn't take anything seriously," you tried to explain, "And he's overly flirty." Unconsciously, you started blushing, "We're going to fail this project anyways, it's better if we just don't do it."

Your friend looked at you skeptically, "Whatever, he's fucking hot Y/N."

You scoffed, flipping your hair over your face to cover up the fact that you were now clearly blushing.

When you and your best friend made it to the students' parking lot at side of the school, she pointed to her older brother's car near the far side. Before you could make it to his car you heard the obnoxious sound of Michael Clifford's motorcycle and saw him drive over, stopping right in front of the two of you and blocking your path. He turned it off, pushing out the kickstand and getting off the bike.

He smirked at you, "You alright Y/N?"

You must have looked terrified. "Uh, y-yeah. All good."

Nodding at your friend, he ran a hand through his tousled purple hair, flattened a little from being under his snapback all day. The dress code didn't really apply to him, he'd broken it so many times the teachers just gave up, plus with his silvertongue he could pretty much get out of any situation.

"Good," he smiled, "Get on the bike then."

"E-excuse me?" You stuttered, standing there completely shocked.

He laughed lightheartedly at your reaction, "We have to finish that project, yeah?"

Without realizing it you had subconsciously drifted closer to your friend, "I figured you'd just want to skip it," you replied.

"Well considering I'll fail the class without it, I thought we should at least try to get it done." He said seriously. "We can go to my house and start working on it tonight?"

When you didn't respond your friend nudged your shoulder sending you jolting forward and almost tripping straight into Michael. You glared at her but reluctantly agreed to go work on the project.

"Perfect," Michael said before going to reach for the extra helmet on the back of his bike.

When he wasn't looking your friend started making gestures at you, thrusting her hips and making orgasm faces but as soon as he turned back she stopped abruptly. He handed you the plain black helmet and zipped up his leather jacket before going to straddle his motorcycle. You quickly scrambled to put on the helmet but you were extremely unfamiliar with how to do up the strap and Michael laughed when he saw you trying.