𝑴𝒚 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅, 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝑴𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 (Michael X Reader)

𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦

I exhaled breathlessly, electricity crackling in the air. There was something undeniably compelling about Michael Myers—his towering figure loomed over me, radiating raw power. Even after our encounter, desire thrummed through my body. His touch lingered, igniting every nerve ending as he pulled away just enough to leave me yearning for more.

His gaze, framed by that haunting mask, was intense and filled with hunger that had my heart racing. The dominance in his grip was thrilling, a reminder of his hold over me. My breath hitched as his free hand slipped down; my underwear and pajamas collected at my ankles, leaving me vulnerable under his watchful stare.

A charged silence enveloped us, heavy with unspoken promises. He didn’t need words; his eyes spoke volumes, igniting a fire within me. Slowly, he reached for the zipper of his jumpsuit, pulling it down to reveal a sculpted physique. The sight of his toned muscles made my breath catch—every defined contour heightened the heat building inside me.

As his hand slid from my neck, a thrill surged through me, anticipation electrifying the air. My gaze stayed locked on him as he continued to shed his jumpsuit, the fabric clinging to his body before falling away, revealing smooth skin that glowed in the soft light. Every muscle was perfectly defined, and my heart raced with desire.

The absence of briefs left nothing to the imagination, and my breath caught as I took in his impressive arousal. Could he really want me this much? The thought sent warmth flooding my veins, mixing desire with disbelief.

Oh my.

An electric connection pulsed between us, and everything else faded away. His fingers traced my thighs, sending warmth spiraling through me. With a firm grip, he pulled me closer, effortlessly lifting me so my legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel the heat radiating from him, matching my growing anticipation.

With a seductive gleam in his eyes, he teased me, pressing himself against me, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through my core. My breath quickened as delicious pressure built inside me. “Please,” I whispered, both a plea and a challenge, caught in a whirlwind of need.

He looked down at me, desire burning in his gaze as he reveled in my desperation. “Please—” I begged, the word barely escaping as he thrust into me with sudden force. The intensity stole my breath, a mix of shock and overwhelming pleasure as he filled me completely. My body instinctively adjusted, desperate to accommodate him, but he had other plans, pinning me harder against the wall.

This was happening, and I felt unmoored. A loud moan slipped from my lips as he began to move, each thrust powerful and relentless. Despite the mask, the urgency in his breath heightened the intensity, consuming me completely.

“Just like that!” I gasped, my voice trembling with need. “Harder, don’t stop!” His eyes held an aggressive hunger that sent shivers down my spine. I clung to him, nails digging into his skin as he thrust into me with an unforgiving rhythm.

“Don’t hold back! I want more!” I cried, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. The urgency in his movements increased, and my whimpers filled the room as he continued to claim me. I was lost, wanting nothing more than to surrender to this connection that ignited every part of me.

He plunged deeper, moving with a primal intensity that left me breathless. The tension coiled within me, an electric spark igniting with each fierce thrust. As he quickened his pace, a wave of ecstasy flooded through me, every nerve alive and craving more.

With one final, powerful thrust, my world shattered. A cry tore from my lips as pleasure washed over me, a release that sent shivers down my spine. Moments later, I felt him stiffen, his body responding fiercely, filling me with warmth that felt exquisite.

Even known for his eerie silence, the low grunts and heavy breaths that escaped him were intoxicating, elevating the moment beyond mere pleasure.