Michael Myers Fanfiction 21+

PART 4 - Continued

You slowly began to sink into your knees, Michael's eyes widening as you began to massage his limp dick through his suit. You slowly began to unzip his suit, eyes not leaving his. You pulled out his semi hard dick and began to pump it. Michael stared down at you, lust in his eyes. You slowly took his length into your mouth, swirling your younger around the tip. Michael groaned out under his mask, his head flying back. He never experienced pleasure like this before.

He looked back down at you to watch his cock slide in and out of your mouth, your lips stretching to fit his girth. You pumped the rest, your hand barely fitting about the base. You felt Michael's hand dig into your scalp as he forcefully shoved his dick further in your mouth, causing you to gag. You placed your hands on his thighs to support you as he continued to face fuck you roughly.

Michael's grunts became moans as you felt his dick twitching in your mouth. Suddenly, you tightened your eyes as ropes of his warm seed spilled down your throat, leaking from the sides of your mouth. Michael's thrusts slowly stopped as he rode out his climax, gently pulling his girth out of your mouth, watching as his seed dripped down your chin and onto your lap.

You wiped your mouth and stood up, a smile plastered on your face. Michael's shoulders rose up and down as he was catching his breath, surprised by your actions. He tilted his head at you, as if asking why you decided to do that.

"You looked a little upset so I wanted to calm you down. And there was no way in hell I was going to let that slut do it." He stared at you with the look of confusion and surprise.
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The next morning, you woke up to Michael not in bed with you. You looked around, trying to figure out where he went. "Michael?" You called out as you walked out of the bedroom. As you got downstairs, you noticed smoke coming from the kitchen. Panic setting in your veins, you rushed over and your jaw dropped at the sight.

Michael was standing at the stove, with toast on the pan. You looked over to the smoke and saw he had bacon in the toaster. It was on fire. "Mikey!" You yelled as you rushed over to the fire, using a towel to bat it out. Michael jumped and spun around, unaware of your presence. "What are you doing?" You asked after you finally got the flames out. He looked at you then to the pan, then back to you. "You were trying to make me breakfast, weren't you?" He nodded slowly, looking at the pan with toast on it trying to figure out what to do. "Sweetie, that goes in the toaster and this," you pull out the bacon from the toaster carefully. "Goes in the pan." You giggled as he stared at you dumbly.

He slumped his shoulders as if he was apologizing. "Honey, don't apologize. You didn't know." You walked up to him and rested a hand on his bicep. He looked at you with his masked face. Is he ever going to show me the real him? "Are you ever going to show me what you look like?" You asked carefully. He shook his head violently, backing away from you.

"Why not?" You asked, wanting to know why. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil and began to scribble down. He handed you the paper.

Because I don't want you to see my ugliness. —(

You stared at the thing he did at the end and you assumed it was a smiley face. You looked up at him. "Ugliness? Honey, you're not ugly. Don't say that." You said, putting the paper down.

He sighed before slowly removing his mask, keeping his head low. He had messy, long dirty blonde hair, which looked brown because of the dirt. It was shoulder length and very messy due to the mask. You tried to get a good look at his face but he kept his head down, his hair blocking it out. "Mikey, can you look up for me?" He slowly looked up, your expression shocked. Him, ugly? Hell no! He's a walking GOD! "Whoa... you're HOT!" You said as you began to fangirl in front of him. He tilted his head as he watched you, wondering what you were doing.

An idea suddenly popped into your mind. "I got an idea. Come with me." You grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs and into the bathroom. You reached into your back that you brought with Trey and pulled out shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. You pointed towards the tub. "Can you step inside please?" He stepped inside, still fully clothed staring at you. You giggled and unzipped his suit. "You gotta take your clothes off, silly."

He began to strip himself of his clothes. You watched as his muscles on his chest flexed as he moved to take his boots off. Once he was finished, he stood up so you could finally see his real body. Wounds from bullets, bruises, scratches, gashes, you name it, were littered all over his body.

It looked as if he was in a world war and he was the only one to survive. You turned on the shower, making him jump at the sudden touch. "It's okay, it's just water. It's not going to hurt you." He relaxed at your words and watched as the water rinsed all the dried blood off his body. You soon saw he had light tan skin after all the blood and dirt was washed off.

You began applying shampoo into his hair and began to lather it up, cleaning the hair. Your hand, along with the soap on his head, turned dark brown with all the dirt and blood. You applied some more, thoroughly washing the hair clean. You rinsed all the shampoo out of Michael's hair, watching it go down the drain.

You applied the condition and ran it through his hair, using your fingers to get rid of all the knots. While the conditioner was setting, you washed his body. You pumped his limp cock up and down to clean the tip and the base then you gently washed his balls. Michael tensed as he felt his cock hardening under his touch.

You giggled up at him and began to rinse all of the conditioner and body wash off. Once you were done, you handed him a towel to dry off. "Hear. Use this to dry off. I'll be right back." You walked out of the room as he dried off.

You returned with scissors and a comb. You made him sit on the top as you trimmed his hair to a nice haircut, no longer in his eyes. He sat still, allowing you to do whatever you pleased.

After the haircut, you blow dried his hair to get the loose hair out. Once you were all finished, you smiled at your work. You could see his face clearly. The small beard and mustache made him 100x sexier. He had bright blue eyes, sharp jawline. There was a scar just above his forehead from a cut with a knife as he was killing someone.

He pulled his suit and boots back on along with his black boots. He put his mask on and looked around, not feeling hair in his face anymore. "There. No more hair in your face." You smiled proudly at your work.

He nodded at you as if to say thank you. You nodded back. "You're welcome, handsome." His heart started to beat faster at your compliment. Suddenly, voices were heard outside again. Michael's head snapped in the direction as he grabbed his knife off the sink and stormed out of the bathroom, with you following close behind him.

You looked outside and saw Lauri and Annie. You saw they had another girl with them with long blonde hair and she was wearing a jean skirt with a plaid shirt and high heeled boots. "Looks like ding and dong brought a friend." You said, your eyes burning holes into Annie's skull.

These three idiots stupidly stepped onto Michael's lawn. I guess y'all want to die tonight.