Anti Did It

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(Y/N) POV-

Flashback~

"Michael... I love you." I stammered.

I looked at him with a smile, as we both sat on my bed. It was nearly 5 o' clock, and we had a few more hours until my father would come home from work. We were safe to do to whatever we pleased.

Michael and I have been together since we were both fifteen, we're nineteen now. We've been through everything together... Going to high school, getting a job, getting our drivers license... my mother's death. Through thick and thin, he's been there as much as I have been there for him. I truly love him.

"I love you too, (Y/n)." Michael smiled, gently placing his left hand on my thigh.

I thought back to last week when we were eating dinner, it was my birthday. We had shared a milkshake, and we had talked about my other birthdays and how he always got me amazing gifts. And then he-

"Did you think about what I asked you?" Michael asked.

"Yes." I smiled.

"Is that yes to that you've thought about it or yes that-"

"Yes, Michael, I will marry you." I interrupted with a smile glued to my face.

He laughed out in happiness as he moved his hand up to my face, and pulled me into a kiss. The simple, sweet kiss began to turn into something much more. He slowly made it down to my neck, each cheeky kiss ended with a love bite, and I moaned out in pleasure. I pulled back and began to take off my dress. Michael paused, and gently placed his hand on my shoulder, causing me to stop as well. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He questioned.

"Yes... I'm ready."

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"W-whoa..." Michael breathed out.

We were both out of breath, and completely naked under the bed sheets. I never fully understood what the hype was with sex, but now I do. It was incredible... "Whoa indeed," I giggled.

I turned to face him and planted a kiss on his cheek, "I'm happy that we did this." I added.

He chuckled as he kissed the tip of my nose, "Me too."

I smiled as I leaned into him, drawing circles with my fingers on his chest. I rested my eyes only for a second when I heard the click of a shotgun forearm. "What the hell are you doing with my daughter." My father growled.

"Dad?!?" My eyes snapped open, and I immediately grabbed the blanket to cover myself up.

"What are you doing here? You don't get off of work for another hour or so!" I exclaimed.

He glared at me and then pointed the gun at Michael, and motioned for him to get up. He followed in pursuit and covered his junk with his hands while doing so. He then continued to grab his pants from the floor, and quickly pulled them on. "I got off early... Now you, son, better get off my property before I pop one in your ass."

"Yes sir... see you later babe," Michael said as he grabbed his shirt, and blown a kiss.

Looking back at my father, he walked out of the room. "You're never going to see her ever again!" He spat at him.

My dad turned his attention back at me and pulled me out of the bed. Pulling the blanket with me, he threw me onto the floor. "What the hell were you thinking (Y/N)!?" He shouted.

"What was I thinking? I was thinking that I would have sex with my future husband! That's right, we're getting married and we had sex! S-E-X, SEX!" I yelled back at him.

My father looked at me with utter disgust and placed his gun on my bed. He stomped towards me and grabbed my arm. "Over. My. Dead. Body." He gritted, yanking me up to my feet.

"You are not going to marry that man! I forbid it! My daughter is not going to marry some car washing, chain reader!" He yelled in my face, and then pushed me towards my closet.

"Get dressed, we're going to church." He spat, jerking his gun off of my bed.

He walked to the door, and before he left the room, he mumbled, "You better not be pregnant."