Michael Myers Fanfiction 21+

PART 3

You were relaxing when you felt a strong hand caress the inside of your thigh near your heat. You looked up to see Michael eyeing you with hungry eyes as his hands traced over your covered mound and sensitive lips. A small gasp left your lips as you gripped his hand with your much smaller ones as his fingers gently massaged the swollen nub between your legs. You felt yourself getting wet under Michael's touch and your body getting excited with every brush of his hand across your sex.

Michael's hand dipped into your pants, prodding your slick entrance, entering the tip of his finger in before pulling back out. You moaned as you desperately grind your hips against his hand to get more friction. "M-Michael please! Don't tease me!" You moaned out. A loud yelp left your open lips as he shoved two fingers inside, thrusting them in and out at a slow but rough pace. "Oh fuck!" You moaned, enjoying his fingers massaging your gummy walls. You felt your climax rising in your lower belly.

Michael pulled his fingers out as he felt your walls clamp down. Annoyed, you snapped your head towards him, eyebrows furrowed. "What the fuck?!" You shouted. You began to wiggle your hips on his thigh, trying to get him to do something. Michael unzipped his suit, pulling out his large veiny cock. You practically drooled at the sight of him, wanting him so bad.

"Michael please fuck me!" You begged, clawing at his sleeves trying to pull him on top of you. Michael got the hint as he hovered over you, your legs on either side of him as he began to run the head of his cock on your folds.

Jolts of pleasure shot up your spine with each brush of his tip. "Put it in please!" You begged, gripping the mattress beneath your butt. Michael smirked, liking the way you begged for him. He lowered his lower half to position himself at your entrance before one single hard thrust pushed his cock deep inside you. There was a little pain but most of it was pleasure. "OH FUCK!" You moaned out as Michael gripped your hips hard enough to bruise as he started to pound into you relentlessly. Your body rocks erratically to the thrusts of your masked lover.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, feeling pleasure with every thrust of Michael's hips. Hearing his low groans and grunts made you even wetter, allowing his cock to slide in and out of you easily. Michael suddenly stopped just long enough to lay on his side, careful not to crush you. He held your right leg up with his left hand as you rested your foot on his hips. His thrusts soon resumed, the new position hitting your spot that made you see stars. A loud scream of pleasure left your lips as you flopped down, your head resting on his shoulder as he continued to pound into you. He looked down watching as his cock slid in and out of you, shining with your slick. The sight almost made him cum as he looked back at your face, rutting you even harder. You groaned as you felt the familiar knot in your lower tummy return as your moans began to get louder. Michael knew you were close and adjusted his angle so he was hitting the right spot to make you cum. "Ah! I'm gonna cum!" You shoulder as you clenched his arm that was wrapped around you, his hand resting on your breast.

Michael groaned feeling your pussy walls clamp down, squeezing him. You suddenly became silent, as Michael fucked you through your orgasm, him following soon after. Your nose wrinkles, feeling jets of his seed squirting into you in ropes. He slowly thrusted into you, riding out his orgasm.

You looked down, watching as your tummy was a bit puffy, full of his cum. Michael slowly pulled out and watched as his seed spilled out of you, coating the mattress. You looked at him, exhausted as your eyes widened suddenly realising something. He came inside me twice and neither of us used protection.

Michael noticed your expression change and he tilted his head to the side. "Um..." you began, not knowing what to say. "Let's just hope I don't get pregnant..." Michael let out an angry grunt as he stood up and walked out of the room, his now limp dick bouncing up and down with his movements.
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You laid back on the bed, praying that you don't get pregnant. Michael would surely kill you and the baby. Especially the baby because it would be his family. Suddenly, you heard the sound of a female and a young boy outside. "Oh Tommy stop it. The Boogeyman is not real." The female said. "Yes he is, Lauri! This is his house." The young boy said, sounding terrified. "Whatever you said, Tommy. Hold my stuff. I gotta drop this mail off." The female, whose name was Lauri, said.

You slowly got up and looked out the window, seeing a young girl about 16 or 17 and a young boy, about 6 or 7, standing outside of the gate. The girl had short, curly blonde hair and the boy had short brown hair that was cut into a bowl shape. He had short bangs hanging just off his forehead.

"Lauri! Come on, don't go up to that house!" Tommy said with a panicked tone. Lauri ignored him as she walked up to Michael's front door. "Oh no Tommy... oh no! The boogeyman!" You watched from the window as she put the mail into the slot and pretended her hand was stuck. "Oh no, Tommy. It's pulling me in!" The boy rolled his eyes. "Ha, ha, ha."

You watched as Lauri walked back over to the boy and the two walked out of sight from you. You jumped as the door slammed open, revealing a very pissed off Michael. Your eyes widened as you watched as he began punching walls and throwing objects. "Michael!" Your voice makes him snap in your direction, staring at you. "W-what are you doing?" He doesn't answer you as he points to the picture of a little boy holding a baby girl. He points at the baby.

"The baby?" You asked as he groaned, throwing a picture frame at the wall. You watched as the frame shattered into tiny pieces. Looking back, he was grunting, ramming his finger onto the picture. Confused, you cocked an eyebrow. He then held up his hand, waving the mail then pointing back at the baby in the picture. "Wait a minute... that girl... is she... that baby?" You asked. You watched as he nodded his head frantically, beginning to pace. Lauri is his baby sister.

Michael walked over to a notepad and began to scribble something down, tossing it to you. You picked up the notepad and began to read, having to squint your eyes at the poor handwriting.

Yeah, that girl was my baby sister Lauri. She's the last of my family left and ever since I escaped that stupid prison, I've been trying to find her. I finally found her.

You looked back up at him, noticing how he was balling up his fists in an aggravated way. Wanting to calm him, you got up slowly and walked towards him, ignoring the pain between your legs. As you got to him you raised your tiny hands and gently placed them on his broad chest, running them over the muscle.