Imagine Y/N walking in on Michael’s ritual (NSFW!!)
Imagine Y/N walking in on Michael’s ritual (NSFW)
Masterlist : http://sister-langdon.tumblr.com/post/178814773062/imagine-yn-walking-in-on-michaels-ritual
Warnings: NSFW Content, Sex, Slight Choking, Hair Pulling, Slightly Dom!Reader, Satanic Sex, she kinda got powers from it, just a bunch of fucked up shit. Enjoy.
A/N: This is my first smut so if its bad I’m sorry!!
You were bored out of your mind waiting for Michael to interview you. You were basically the last one left, and you wondered what was taking him so long. So, you decided to check it out yourself. You stand up from your bed, not even caring that you’re just in your underdress, and walk out the door. Making sure nobody can see you, you make your way to what you believe is his room. As you bring up your hand to knock on the door, it slightly creaks open, and you can hear a faint voice. You slowly walk in and make sure that no sound is made as you creep towards the voice. You start to see a bright light compared to what you’ve seen throughout the outpost, so you’re also drawn towards that. When you finally make your way towards the door, you stop in your tracks. Your eyes widen as you look at Michael, covered in blood, looking up at you with pitch black eyes as he mutters the words,
You try to run away. You try to scream. But you’re standing there, frozen in the moment. You’re terrified yet drawn to what you see. You two make eye contact, and for one slight moment, you thought you had seen something else. You couldn’t tell what it was, and it didn’t matter. Michael’s eyes returned to their ice blue color, his gaze just as cold.
“Well, Y/N, don’t just stand there.” Michael stayed motionless, keeping his gaze towards her. She walked towards him as if she was being pulled by a rope or leash. Her eyes looked down to his frame. She could barely see his beautiful skin that was covered in blood, which looked fairly fresh. The lighting gave definition to his curves and edges, casting shadows down from his muscles. Her eyes drifted down towards his legs, avoiding the area in between. His thigh muscles were also defined under the dim lighting. When she felt his eyes move back up to her she quickly retreated her gaze back to his eyes.
“I assume you’re here for your interview?” Michael’s voice echoed in Y/N’s eardrums, his tone demanding attention.
“Yes. I’m sorry if I came at a…uh..bad time..” Y/N pushed her hair behind her ears, nervously shifting backward and cleared her throat.
“No, you came at the perfect time. What do you think of this situation? And don’t lie to me I’ll know.” Michael’s eyes drifted down her body.
“I feel, surprised, a bit shocked. But nothing more.” Y/N looked down to the floor. Michael stood up,Y/N’s eyes widened as he walked around her. When he was behind her, he pulled her waist towards him, smearing blood on her underdress. Her breath became shaky when his breath touched her neck and his hand traveled up her thigh to her panties.
“I’m afraid I don’t believe you.” Michael stroked her wet folds, causing her to let out a quiet but long moan.
“Michael, please…” She leaned into his touch. He moved his hand up her back and neck, grabbing her hair and pulling it. Her head fell onto his shoulder, and he began leaving marks all over her neck, sucking and biting all the sensitive nerves. Her moans got slightly louder as he began to stroke her folds again. She let out a whimper when he abruptly stopped and turned her around.
“Take off your dress.” She quickly responded by pulling the dress over her head and dropping it to the ground. She felt self conscious as she felt his eyes travel up and down her body. His crystal blue eyes met her e/c ones as he smirked.
“Get in the circle.” Michael’s voice boomed with confidence, however Y/N had other plans.
“No. You get in the circle.” She pressed her back against the wall, giving him room to walk.
“What makes you think that you have any right to give me orders?” He walked in front of her, their faces inches from each other.
“Everything about this situation makes me think you’d love nothing more than to have me on top of you.” She moved closer to him, tilting her head to the left. He looked up and down her body one more time before grabbing her throat, and leaning to whisper into her ear.
“On your knees, now.” She placed a hand on his, which still clasped her throat until he slowly let go. She followed orders, even though she knew she’d get her moment to shine. She moved into the room and sat on her knees, directly in the middle of the pentagram. He paced around her until he got on his knees behind her, grabbing her head and pulling her hair back again, causing her to look at him. He massaged her scalp, causing her eyes to roll back and her lips to separate a bit more. When he stopped, she turned herself around to face him. He then grabbed her waist, pulling her into a passionate kiss and pulling her up on top of him. She ran her hands down his chest and he pulled back, staring at her impatiently.
“I thought you wanted to do the dirty work?” She arched an eyebrow at him, as he growled, lining up and slamming himself into her. She threw her head back and let out a moan as Michael began to thrust roughly. He slowed his thrusts when she began to ride him instead, causing him to let out a low moan, giving her a boost of confidence.
“Father, give her strength.” He whispered so quietly she couldn’t even hear it. She kept her eyes closed as her hair and tits bounced just as much as she did. However her thrusts became more aggressive as she felt this unknown power surge into her. She pushed him back onto the floor, the blood beginning to boil as she dragged her hands down his chest. He soaked his hands and slid his hands down her curves and holding her hips as he thrust back to meet hers. As she threw her head back the circle around them caught fire. When she looked forward, her eyes opened to reveal pitch black, matching the color of Michael’s at the moment. As they both reached their climax, she was able to make out the words;
amandla
yousharknotpass
titsay
vaporwave
theartofmadeline
