summary: sexual tension after your interview with michael, so he later pays you a late night visit.
warnings: fem!reader, actual sin, so much sexual tension, slight choking, oral sex (reader receiving), unprotected sex, rough-ish sex, dominant michael but willing to be a little submissive, hair pulling, reader on top, michael calls the reader babe a few times, maybe ooc michael
word count: 2252
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"I'll tell you how this process works." The taller man began, letting his sinister blue eyes roam over you. "You are to tell me the truth. Not the truth you think I want to hear, not the truth you might have deceived yourself into believing, but the complete honesty that we both know you're capable of telling."
He gave you a second to process his lengthy explanation. Langdon was relaxed in his seat across the desk, one knee crossed over the other. He had a lurking aura of authority that loomed over the room. You'd be lying if you said you didn't find the long-haired man attractive as you watched his every move in anticipation.
"Things you may feel will be helpful might be hurtful. Things you may feel will compel rejection may be exactly what I'm looking for, your saving grace. If you omit any detail, no matter how small, I'll know. If you lie to me, I'll know. If you try to deceive me, this interview will be over and you will die here painfully. And make no mistake, if you expect to walk out of this room thinking you've got me right where you want me, you will be punished.
"I will do my best to deduct whether or not you will leave this Outpost alive or be eaten by the scavengers. Am I clear?"
"Yes sir."
You tried to hide all signs of nervousness, but you were almost certain he could see through the poised exterior. A soft smile crossed Langdon's lips as you leaned back, crossing your legs underneath the long purple dress you were wearing. It was one of the most simple ones you had in your provided wardrobe, but it still seemed to suffocate you in the warm room.
"What are you most afraid of?"
Honestly? In this very moment, it was him. Your fate rested in his hands. "The hell that waits beyond the gates." You said lightly. The lie came with its risks, but you decided to jump the gun and say it. He didn't seem like he cared as he skipped to the next question.
"How do you feel about your current... Predicament? How did you end up here?" He asked.
You continued to watch the man across from you as he spoke. He seemed odd, almost, but you weren't sure why. Everything about him demanded respect, but he cloaked himself in a vaguely sexual, familiar aura. His outfit was dark black, his eyelids painted bright red. You wondered if that was the Cooperative's work or his own, the eyeshadow. Ultimately you decided it was his own doing.
