Slasher One-Shot Requests

VHS and Chill pt. 2 [Michael Myers 02]

A/N: If you don't want poorly written smut with the murder man please don't read this. 

Requester:

YES YES YES IF YOU FEEL UP TO IT I WOULD LOVE A PART 2 TO THIS.

It just feels like I've been left on a cliffhanger. Does Michael feel a connection with the reader? Is he just amusing her? Will he hurt her? Or does he hold some sort of love towards her? If he does, is it platonic or romantic? So many questions so little time! But uh... where was I going with this? Oh yeah, I WOULD LIKE A PART TWO PLEASE

You and Michael sat there, leaning on each other. You could swear to God that Michael was a human heater. You were glad you could spend this time with Michael. You knew that you wanted to get closer, hell you wanted to see him out in the world. You purposely want this selectively mute, blood lusting man to get better so you had the chance to go out with him.

You knew Loomis would make you his own patient if he found out you were attracted to him. You look up to Michael. Michael's was fixated on the screen, soon bringing his attention to you. Your heart seems to stop for a moment. Even in the dark, Michael's cold blue eyes seemed to stab you. Something about him... made you totally into him. You stop yourself from thinking of anything further than what your mind was trying to lead you to. You would lose your job. You'd lose Michael. "Michael look," you start "I don't think we can have these movie nights anymore.".

Michael only returns a cold gaze.

"It's not your fault. It's mine. I've started growing feelings Michael, and I can't act on those feelings. I'll lose my job.".

You feel horrible admitting those things to Michael. It felt like you were in school again, but you're in a mental institute. You couldn't read Michael's blank expression and it was frustrating. What was he thinking? Is he disgusted? Does he even understand what you're talking about? Michael slowly moves a hand to your shoulder. He pushes you down on the bed. With his hand pinning yours down, he crawls ontop of you.

You look up into Michael's eyes. His eyes were full of lust and hunger. Michael pressed his knee in between your legs. You groaned at the pressure. You feel yourself growing wet as you grind against his knee a bit. This clearly got Michael worked up, as his hard-on pressed against your thigh. You manage to wiggle hand from above your head. You place your hand on Michael's cheek and pull him into a kiss. Michael was quick to give in and his sloppiness showed his inexperience.

You groan into the kiss, wanting more from Michael. Michael pulls away, his cold facial expression contrasting with the burning lust in his eyes. You take your free hand unbutton your shirt. Your bare chest is now only covered with your bra. You soon move your hand and begin palming Michael's stiff erection. This causes Michael to forcefully pull down your pants. He goes to unclasp your bra, and he fumbles a bit before he was successful. Michael then proceeds to take off his state-issused trousers. In one quick motion, his hips slammed into yours.

You groan. Michael's length fills you to the brim. You feel unprepared. There was no foreplay. There wasn't time to adjust to Michael's cock before he begins to thrust in and out. His thrusts were rushed and a little messy. He was clearly eager to get himself off before you were even close to cumming. The slight pain of adjusting to Michael soon faded off. You moan, the sounds of the film masking you. You wrap your legs around Michael's waist. Michael's hand makes it to your neck. He squeezes, causing you to squeak out your next moan.

Michael's thrusts were getting sloppy and a bit harsh. The slow build up in your stomach was close to release. Michael then thrusted once more, groaning in your ear. You feel Michael pull out, leaving a stream of cum to roll down your thigh. Your neck grows tender, slowly bruising into black and blue.

If you don't lose your job, you're totally wearing turtlenecks next week.