Reunited (Michael Myers x Reader)

Virginity

Michael took his boots off, fully unzipped his suit and threw it to the floor of the living room. All he was wearing was socks and boxers supplied by Smith's Grove, and the bracelet that he cherished so dearly. His bare chest and stomach was toned and muscular with tiny beads of sweat due to him being nervous. He's been waiting for this moment his whole entire life; to see the girl he loved so deeply submit to him. His large fingers trailed to the bottom lip you were biting. He used his thumb to take your bottom lip out of your teeth's grasp, and bent down to bite it himself before leaving it with a passionate kiss. His fingers went from your jawline to your neck, which he gently squeezed with his manly hands. You tilted your head up for him to get a better grip as you wrapped your still clothed legs around his waist, pulling him in to feel his huge manhood rub against your soaking wet lady parts. Michael let go of your throat and trailed his fingers to your bra. Not knowing how to take it off, he yanked it from your body, ripping it in half. "Shit. That was my good bra" you thought to yourself. Michael then gently caressed each of your breasts, flicking your delicate buds with his thumbs in the process which made you moan his name. "Mmm Michael..." He knew his teasing worked as he finally trailed his fingers down your stomach to the waistband of your prism-printed pajama bottoms and pulled them down to reveal his prize: an absolutely soaked womanhood belonging to his one and only love. He bent down and gently pressed his face against your heat that was covered with laced panties, and then using his teeth to pull them down. The cold air of the room clashing with your wetness made you shiver. Before Michael could take his boxers off, you needed his consent one last time. "Michael, are you sure you want to do this?" you asked. Michael looked up at you, tilted his head, and then got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen.

You were confused as to why. You thought that maybe he didn't want to do it anymore, but you waited until he came back. Suddenly, he stepped in front of the couch where you laid fully naked, wearing his mask and bearing a kitchen knife he got from the drawer. You gasped, wondering if he was going to kill you. He climbed onto the couch and hovered over you, clutching the knife in his hand. "M-Michael baby, you don't have to do this" you quivered. Your voice made his heart flutter. He pulled his mask up over his nose and kissed you softly while caressing your cheek, but also running the blade of the knife down your side gentle enough that it didn't cut you. He let go of the kiss and sat up, pulling his mask down and looking straight down at you. He saw you were visibly scared. "Before you kill me, just know how much I love you" you shakily told him. Michael felt guilty. He knew he wasn't going to kill you. As much as he wanted to use the knife, he wouldn't be able to enjoy himself knowing that you were scared of him.

Michael shook his head and threw the knife onto the coffee table in front of the couch. You sighed in relief as the oxytocin came rushing back through you. Michael forcefully spread your legs open and gazed at the prize that laid before him. He used his thumb to rub your clit and play with your delicate folds. Michael has never done this before as well as you haven't either. He hesitantly slipped one of his huge fingers into you and explored what was inside. You gasped at the feeling, which made him insert another. He curled his fingers inside of you, massaging your g spot which made you moan softly. He wanted more. He then forcefully went in and out as he pounded your cervix. With just his fingers, you were almost at your breaking point. You closed your legs around his arm, but he forced them back open and slapped your thigh, leaving a mark. You moaned louder at the sting that somehow brought even more pleasure. "Fuck me already Michael!" you yelled at him. He stopped what he was doing, giving you another signature head tilt. "Michael... fuck me.. please..." you said in between breaths. Your naked form sat up and sat in his lap. The thin grey cloth of Michael's boxers was the only thing separating your womanhood from his now throbbing cock. Precum leaked from his tip and seeped through the fabric. It seemed as if Michael enjoyed the anticipation more than you hated it. Your begging was all Michael needed to hear for his animalistic instincts to kick in.