#uugg

assortment

pre-deviancy

(a/n: trigger warning for noncon which then goes away at the end of the chapter.)

there is an abrupt shift that woke you up. but before you could sit up, a weight pressed itself onto your body.

you wake to a sunlit room.

michael was on top of you, his face red and body trembling so hard that you thought the bed was shaking with it.

however, you soon realized that he was moving, rocking his hips against you in a manner that made you choke and stutter.

drops of sweat-and, you realize, tears-roll down his face. his gaze was intense, deep blue eyes that quietly beckon for your attention. he looked beautiful with red flushing his pallid face, but your attention wasn’t on his general aesthetic but what he was doing.

the air suddenly shifted. once again something in michael, his magic you were sure, muted the world.

every grind of his hips made you gasp as something in your stomach tightened. you found yourself gripping michael’s arms for support.

“m-michael, stop please,” you managed to say, albeit shakily and with tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

he noticed, of course, he did. but instead of stopping he growled and pushed harder. for the first time fear pulled your mind into a standstill. if he kept this up who knew what will happen later?

“i can’t (name), and i don’t want to.” as if to prove it, michael hiked up your shirt and pressed his hands against your chest, before rolling each nipple harshly between his fingers.

a weak moan slipped out of you, followed by a whimper as michael dipped his head down until you could feel the edge of his locks brush against your flesh.

“i’m sorry (name), forgive me. i can’t—i can’t control myself,” he said softly. his eyes were wide, shock and awe dancing in his gaze. you can feel his warm breath on your lips. his tongue slipped out and you feel it prodding for access.

before you knew it, michael had access to your lower region.

“michael stop,” you said, voice edging on terror. “stop this please, i don’t want it. mi-michael!”

you couldn’t speak anymore as michael captured your lips in a sloppy kiss. his body was so warm and large against you that you almost wanted to give in.

suddenly his hands and mouth were off of you and his body went rigid.

taking the chance, you decided you should fight and run. instead, you found yourself wrapping your arms around michael’s head. he was truly crying this time, body quaking with each little sob.

you looked up at the ceiling, eyes still glazed with fright.

“i’m sorry (name). i-“ michael’s breath hitched in his throat as he looked up at your face. there was a deep sadness on his face, of genuine regret and horror from his actions. soon, he pushed himself off of you. “i didn’t know what happened! i woke up and saw you and you were so pretty i-“

his sentence stopped just as you rose and pulled him into an embrace. yet, despite your gesture, a small part of you wanted to leave him unforgiven. but you still had to remind yourself that michael couldn’t control some of his actions, however serious they may be.

instead of answering him, you let the silence of the world thrive on.

so that michael can think about what he just did.