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🔪~Why Not to Ignore Michael~🔪

Michael Myers x Male Reader

Requested by DaVinaJoe9

Sorry this took so long to get done for some reason I struggled at writing the beginning aka the not smut part. I hope you enjoy this and tysm for the request!

Also, how are ya'll feeling about- Nemesis-

[Y/n] had been skittish, avoiding Michael and the other killers for what felt like an eternity. He had been too wrapped up with his falling kill count to think of Michael or anything else leaving Michael pent up and confused. Michael had finally gotten his hands on [Y/n] when he was distracted fiddling with his weapon. Feeling tired and horny Michael had simply walked up to the other male. Picked him up. And brought him back to his cabin before throwing him down on his bed and discarding his mask an angry and hurt expression on his face. One that cut off any and all of [Y/n]'s protesting and led to where the male found himself now.

Michael's hands were on [Y/n]'s hips using them to control the other male's movements as he pulled him down onto his length over and over at a backbreaking pace. The masked man was practically drooling as he watched a bead of sweat roll down [Y/n]'s back from the nape of his neck- unmarked neck.

That had to be changed. Michael's teeth sank into the skin there causing [Y/n] to buck forward a startled moan prying past his bruised lips. "You're never gonna forget about me again after this," Michael groaned out his voice low and strained cracking slightly from lack of use "Idiot," he said as he kissed the bite mark on the back of [Y/n]'s neck his lips surprisingly soft.

Tears fell from [Y/n]'s eyes as his thighs shook around Michael's. Hands wrapped around Michael's thighs as he tried his hardest to keep himself upright. His length wept pitifully as it bounced along with Michael's thrusts the flushed tip bouncing against [Y/n]'s abdomen. It was all too much and at the same time, not enough. Michael had refused to touch [Y/n] and had also forbidden the man from touching himself. "Punishment" he had called it. Punishment for neglecting both his own and Michael's needs.

At first [Y/n] had tried to deny. Claiming how he just wasn't in the mood nowadays but his straining erection that had shown up at the mere act of being pinned down spoke volumes practically blaring red at the lie he had told to his lover. After that, as Michael had leaned down to kiss his lover [Y/n] had jumped forward overwhelmed by the way Michael's mouth moved against his had only confirmed his lie.

"This better than your fucking hand?" Michael had asked giving a particularly hard thrust that nailed [Y/n]'s prostate dead on causing a jolt of pleasure to wrack through his body. "Yes," [Y/n] cried out trying his hardest to move his hips in time with Michael who's hands only flexed undoubtedly leaving bruises where they lay.

"Yes, what?" he asked his lips running along [Y/n]'s flushed shoulder. Biting his bottom lip [Y/n] hesitated embarrassment flooding his body before settling in his gut creating a strange mixture of shame and pleasure that had his cock practically sobbing.

Dissatisfied with the lack of response Michael removed one of his hands from [Y/n]'s hip bringing it up before letting it fly downward striking one of [Y/n]'s ass cheeks. "Yes, Daddy." [Y/n] yelped out his hips driving downward as he flinched from the sudden strike. Michael smiled satisfied his member twitching inside of [Y/n].

"Good boy." he cooed burying himself in [Y/n] before holding him there as he released. [Y/n] sobbed as he was flooded with warmth a slight bulge forming from Michael's seed. He kept fucking [Y/n] through his release pushing his cum as deep as he could into the other male hoping it would stick and stay deep inside of [Y/n] to remind him of how only he could make him feel this way how nothing else could compare to Michael's dick shoved up his ass.

Sighing satisfied Michael pulled out shoving his fingers into [Y/n] before anything could seep out "Hold it in." he demanded before removing his fingers and moving to grab a crude but plug of sorts.

Seeing as [Y/n] listened Michael laid back pulling [Y/n] to his chest before letting his fingers roam over his ignored length that still stood to full mast his tip a painful shade of red. "Please," [Y/n] was a sight to behold as he looked up to Michael his eyes red and puffy dried tears on his flushed cheeks a multitude of bruises forming on his body.

How could Michael say no to that face he reasoned letting his hand wrap around [Y/n] before tugging. His hand moved along without issue the amount of pre that had accumulated doing its job to lubricate [Y/n]'s member. Michael kept his pace slow ignoring [Y/n]'s pleas for him to speed up.

When [Y/n] came his whole body reacted and Michael sat back and appreciated the way his body stiffened and contracted his face contorting and mouth opening to release the most wonderful sounds. [Y/n]'s seed shot from his tip coating Michael's hand and chest.

After [Y/n] had come down his length completely limp Michael gave a few more torturous strokes only easing up when [Y/n] begged him too.

With the both of them satisfied Michael let his head fall back the arm around his naked lover tightening and holding him closer to his chest.

Suddenly [Y/n]'s kills had increased leaving the other killers confused. Many of them questioned the man on how he was able to improve so quickly. The curiosity was endless but surprisingly Ghostface, the most curious of them all, had nothing to ask on the matter. In fact, he seemed to be avoiding the male.

(Ghostface looking through Michael's window like 😃- 😦)