*****Michael's POV*****
Ugh... I swear to god, I am so beyond friendzoned. She's left me alone in her room while she ran an errand and I don't even have anything to do. I have literally nothing to do. I glanced around. Damn, she wears pretty hot panties judging by the ones littering her floor. I would kill to see that. I swear I've been fantasizing about her, dating and sex, for years. But we are friends. Fucking hate that word. I flopped onto her bed. I registered that it smelled like her, that sweet scent that I would kill to have lingering on me. I've got it bad. Luke would never let me hear the end of it if I confessed I was emotional like this. But as I bounced about on the bed, I felt something under the mattress. Curious, I pulled it out. No way. She has a journal. I flipped through the pages. I wanted to see if she had a crush, since she never talked about that stuff together.
Why does Michael have to so cute? Why can't I stop thinking about him? Michael Clifford is my crush and I've got it bad.
No way. That entry was from three years ago. I need something more recent. I flipped more pages. I finally found dates from this year. I guess she didn't update it every night...
I still like him. I never see him anymore but I still like him. I want to be with him all the time. I wish I could call him mine. And I can still only admit it in my diary that I have the world's biggest crush on Mikey, my best friend...
I wanted to jump on that bed right then and dance, and shout; she liked me too! It's some silly unrequited thing! I can make her mine! I love that girl! And she likes me! I'm so fucking lucky!
"Mikey?" I heard a voice say. I guess I didn't hear the door open. I looked up from the journal still in my hands.
"Oh shit..." I said when I looked over to her. She looked mortified. Yeah, I'd totally invaded her privacy there. I'm so dead.
Fuck.
*****Your POV*****
"Did you read that?" I asked with my hands shaking. That journal. Did he read that I'm in love with him? I'm so pathetic.
"I uh... Can you come here?" He said holding his hand out for me.
"You can just forget everything in there... It's stupid. Forget it. All of it." I said hurriedly my words tumbling out in a rush like a waterfall. I wished I wash his memories of what he'd read clean. I wished I could wash my feelings for him away.
"Y/N..." He said slowly. I stared into his light eyes. I felt tears coming.
"Please forget it." I said softly my voice wobbling with the tears.
"I don't want to." He said as I gingerly sat next to him on my bed.
"Huh?" I said tilting my face back up to his. "Do you want to taunt me for it?" I asked knowing he liked to tease.
"No..." He said coming closer. I felt his fingertips drop to my cheek. "I want to kiss you, finally." He said and I felt his lips brush over mine before pressing harder, just a bit. How was this happening? After all this time... He likes me too... And we couldn't even pull away from each other. Our lips moved together, as if moving with his lips was all my lips were ever meant to do. We couldn't pull away. He guided me, pushing against my body, until I was laying back on my pillows. His fingers slid into my hair, sliding through it intoxicatingly. I pressed my hand into his chest, feeling his heartbeat under my palm.
"Mikey..." I sighed as his lips moved to press open mouthed kisses into my neck... I was getting light headed. This was all I'd ever dreamed about. His armed wrapped around me, bringing my body to his. It was perfect, feeling our bodies against each other.
"I've dreamed about this. About kissing you. I want to explore every inch of your body. I want to take over every inch of your mind and your heart. I want you... And I want what I just said to never be repeated again..." He said with a chuckle dropping his head into my neck. I giggled.
"Can I repeat it in my head?" I asked running my hand lightly over his head. I was a little worried considering he'd damaged it more than just a bit.
"I suppose. But Y/N... I just want to know... How far can we go?" He asked bringing his face up to looking my eyes.
"I trust you with everything." I murmured cupping his cheek in my hand as his eyes widened.
"You mean..." He said trailing off and I nodded. He attached his lips to mine again pushing his body harder against mine. I felt his hands slip under my shirt pushing his hand under my bra and heavily groping me. He never struck me as the type to go slow anyway. His mouth moved to my neck, sucking, leaving a mark as I held in moans as he twisted and tweaked my nipple.
"I want to learn about everything that drives you crazy..." He murmured pushing my shirt up and off.
"What? Like overstimulation?" I asked, breathless. My bra didn't last another second after that. His hands and lips hungrily attacked my skin.
"When I know your body better, yes..." He hummed leaving more marks on my breasts and attaching his mouth to my nipple. I weakly tugged at his shirt, asking him to take it off. He obliged showing me his pale chest and torso. I squirmed as he grabbed my shorts pulling them off with my underwear. Then he suddenly stopped. He was staring at my body, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"I always knew you were so fucking hot... I've always wanted this." He said squeezing one of my breasts in his hand while he traced patterns over everywhere around my heat except my heat. "You're already getting wet." It wasn't a question.
"Michael..." I whined as he lowered himself between my legs. He chuckled at me, pressing his lips into my thighs. His fingers moved closer to my pooling heat, still not quite getting there. I whimpered, wanting more.
"Shh baby..." He said swiping one finger in my folds. He used the same finger in figure eights around my clit. I was writhing in glorious stimulation underneath him with my hips bucking craving more contact. "Fucking Ashton says my fingers are too short to please a girl. Dick." Michael said to himself giving me more friction with his finger.
"I don't care!" I whimpered and moaned. "I just want you!" I groaned raising my hips. Finally his finger slid inside, curling to press into my walls as they squeezed around him. In a short while, he added another finger.
"Fuck, you're already tight like this." He said pumping them in and out. I groaned squeezing my eyes shut. I felt his mouth find mine and I kissed him using it as something to shift my focus to keep from climaxing already. Suddenly, all contact of his touch in my heat was gone and my eyes flew open as his lips left mine too.
"Condom." He explained reaching for his jeans. He hurried shoved it on. "Can you be on top?" He asked biting his lip. I nodded as he sat on the bed. I climbed into his lap, straddling him as he lined up to my entrance. I felt his tip against my clit and I moaned. I gripped his shoulder hard. I needed to be anchored. His hands were gripping onto my hips. Slowly, I lowered onto him.
"Holy crap, you're massive!" I cried. How many inches could he be? I buried my face in his neck as I adjusted to his size.
"Thanks honey..." He moaned out. "You're so fucking tight. Damn."
"Hmm..." I sighed before leaning back from him arching my back. I rose my hips, feeling him sliding out against my walls before I fell back onto him. The slapping of our skin and our groans filled the room. With my back arched as I leaned back doing the work, his lips attached once again to my nipple. His hands guiding my hips as I moved up and down on his shaft. He was so big. I felt my walls tightening as I came close to my climax. He began sloppily thrusting up into me with low profanities slipping from his lips. I was getting closer and closer and his lips moved up to my neck. His breath was hot and heavy against my skin as his fingers dug into my hips tighter.
"Michael!" I groaned dropping my head back. I couldn't ride it out through my orgasm but he kept his sloppy thrusts up. Finally, I felt him cum into the condom before he fell back onto the bed sliding out of me but bringing me with him.
"I've wanted to do that forever..." He sighed breathless holding me against him with a goofy smile on his face.
"SO is this just a sex thing or am I like your girlfriend or something...?" I asked for clarification. I snuggled closer to him on my bed as he pulled a blanket over us.
"Girlfriend, no space in the middle and no more space between us." He said giving me a peck.
