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You and Michael were home alone, no you weren't related or anything. You were best friends. Michael liked you and you liked him.

"Tariana?" Michael asked you. "Yeah?" You asked smiling at him. "I love you." He said awkwardly. "What? Really?" You asked. "Tariana? Would I Michael Gordon Clifford ever lie to you?" Michael, the blue haired boy asked me. "No, Mikey." You say laughing.

"Seriously, Tariana, would you go out with me?" Michael asked you. "Yeah, I would.. I should." You say kissing me pinning him down a bit, you took him by surprise.

"Tariana, wow.. never thought you would do that first." Michael mumbled. You laughed a bit.


You still we're on top of him, you kissed him more.

He took off your Black Veil Brides shirt, as you took off his Sex Pistols t-shirt, you continued kissing, his tongue wrapping around yours, he flipped you guys over where he was on top.

Michael unbuttoned your jean shorts, his started kissing your neck, nibbling it. Going down to your chest, still kissing it. His kisses making you moan his name softy.

His kisses were down on your stomach, then he made it to the target. His teeth pulling on the denim of your jean shorts. "Oh, Michael." You moaned.

You guys did do it... and yeah. You decide the rest.

Notes

HAYY!