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You happily applied lipstick in your mirror, fluffing your hair up a bit. You felt amazing, you were learning to live life to the absolute fullest and you’d never been happier. Your new love interest was absolutely irresistible, you had a new set of incredibly fun friends and you had a well-paying job that wasn’t depressing. All of this only a week after you finally killed Michael Myers. The PTSD hit hard sometimes though, mostly at night and when you were alone. And at night especially you couldn’t help remembering the incident in the closet when his hands traveled over your body, you still had no clue what he had planned.
“You ready yet?” Naomi asked as she walked back in your room from making herself a drink. You looked over to her and smiled, god she was gorgeous. She wore your leather jacket which was incredibly sexy on her.
“How do I look?” You asked and referred to your new dress.
“Gorgeous.” She bit her lip before taking a sip of her mixed drink while her eyes looked you over. “Now come on.”
“Alright, give me a second.” You were going to a party at your friend Melody’s house to celebrate her birthday, one of the biggest things you’d done since, well, you know. Going out at night and drinking was a scary thing but you were ready. You slipped on your black high heeled boots and grabbed your matching faux fur coat before heading out the door. “This isn’t too much black, is it?” You asked on the way out.
“You’re fine.”
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At the party you had a great time, you were finally beginning to feel normal again. Maybe it was the alcohol. You didn’t care either way, dancing in the crowd of about ten people without a care in the world. You felt young again, careless and even as far as sexy.
Michael noted that.
You ran your hands through your hair and took a sip of the drink Naomi put in front of your mouth, licking your lips. “Hey, gorgeous.” You said and drew her close to you to rest your head on her shoulder.
“Hey.” She said while smiling, petting your hair. “I’m gonna make a run to the gas station with a few friends to get some more beer, you wanna come?”
You shook your head and took another sip of her drink. “I’ll stay.” You said and caught a glimpse of something white in the window behind her but it was gone when you looked again. “Be quick though.”
“Okay.” She said and placed a kiss on your head before handing you her drink. The ‘Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby’ cover by Cara Salimando came on the speakers, a song you had requested the self-appointed DJ to play. “Aw, damnit,” You sighed as she left, you wanted it to play while she was with you.
It was hard to not feel incredibly lonely as you swayed slowly in the living room, everyone else in the arms of their lovers. “Of course.” You tossed back the rest of the drink and walked back to Melody’s room. It was lit up by purple night lights and a candle.
Closing the door behind you, you walked over to the windows, looking out at the city lights below. You were a bit drunk and couldn’t help but think back to the week before, anxiety suddenly coming onto you strong. “Fuck.” You sighed and rubbed your bare arms, your fingers tracing over the straps of your dress.
You felt that familiar feeling creep between your legs, an unwanted reaction to remembering how his breath felt against the back of your neck. You closed your eyes and allowed your hand to slip down the front of your dress, taking hold of the edge of the fabric and pulling it up a bit. You didn’t care if anyone could see you, maybe you wanted them to. At this point you were confused with your sexuality, you hadn’t had much sexual experience before Michael utterly threw your life upside down, murdering your friends and all.
The other hand rubbed gently against your neck before running itself through your hair while your right hand slipped into your panties. Your fingertips shamelessly rubbed your clit and a sigh sounded from your lips. “Fuck.”
It was astounding how quiet he was. Not even you had heard him creep out of the closet he had been hiding in, the place he took shelter when he heard the door to the room open. He had snuck in the window and planned on finding you alone without his mask since you had no idea what he looked like. But it worked out even better, you came to him. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do, finish the job he started or the one he started in the closet at Laurie’s? Even then he hadn’t planned on doing what he did, but it was hard not to have human urges when your body was pressed so tightly up against his in such a small place.
He couldn’t take it once you braced yourself against the nearby bedpost, moaning softly as you fingered yourself. The back of your dress had ridden up your thighs and he caught a glimpse of your black panties and he made his move, one hand clasping over your mouth.
Your eyes opened and your first instinct was to gasp. You grabbed at the hand and flailed around to try to see who it was but the grip was tight. It was obviously a man, the figure was tall and their body behind you felt firm. They were breathing hard and it sounded muffled. The moment his hand touched your mouth you deep down knew who it was but you didn’t want to believe it. It couldn’t be.
But there was no denying it when the knife was at your throat. No. No. You repeated the words in your head over and over again. Glancing up you saw the tip of his head and reality set in. You choked out a cry into his hand and flailed as hard as you could before you started screaming. Your screams weren’t heard though, the song changed and loud bass filled the house.
“(Y/N)?” You could hear Naomi in the halls and you screamed louder. Michael pulled you into the closet he previously hid in right before the bedroom door opened. You weren’t going to let the threat of a knife scare you into silence you again so you prepared to scream. Michael was one step ahead of you. His hands were around your throat in a second and he didn’t hold back at all, squeezing so hard you heard your joints crack. A small squeak was all you mustered as you felt a blood vessel in your eye pop.
He held you up as your knees buckled under you and finally the bedroom door closed. His hands left your throat and you sucked in a lungful of air, throwing yourself away from him to the other side of the closet. You held your throat and looked at him while you gasped. “You’re not dead.” You were mostly talking to yourself. He didn’t move or speak. You glanced at the door and back to him.
It was stupid to even try. When you lunged for it he caught you and covered your mouth again, pulling you back to him. You cried then, hopeless and mortified. You knew when you left the burning house it wasn’t over. But you didn’t expect this, not really. Memories rushed back to you and you felt your clit tingle, along with the blood in your body traveling south. ‘No, god no, not this.’
His free hand moved over your shoulders and bare arms in a soft way, as if to comfort you. But it did little to soothe your racing heart, in fact, it did the complete opposite. ‘Just kill me and get it over with.’ The Strode’s had moved far away so you wouldn’t feel bad about not warning them. They didn’t even tell you where they planned on going, only that Laurie would call you in a few months.
You were caught off guard when his free hand ran over your hip and pulled your dress up. Did you expect this? Maybe a little bit. Maybe you even hoped for it. Hell, it was better than death, assuming he wouldn’t kill you afterward. Forcing yourself to relax you leaned into him for support and stopped fighting him. It would be easier that way.
Satisfied with your decision Michael removed his hand from your mouth but made sure to wave his knife in front of your face as a warning. You licked your lips, tasting the faint trace of something salty you hoped to be sweat and not blood.
Both hands pulled your dress up over your hips and you shuddered when you felt his fingers wrap in the strap of your panties before running along the hem. Why was he taking this so slow? Shouldn’t he be fucking you against the wall by now? The thought of him taking you made you sigh. Your body was responding to his touch in a way you tried not to allow. You were getting wet, you could feel your hot cum slickening your lips. God, what would he think when he felt that? Why were you enjoying this? Was it the alcohol? You barely felt drunk anymore so that was just an excuse.
Finally, he pulled your panties down to your knees and used his boot to push them down the rest of the way. You stepped out of them and kicked them off of your heel. You seemed so willing, you wondered if he noticed.
He definitely did.
His fingers moved teasingly along the skin of your thighs, moving to squeeze your ass. You hissed and laid your head back on his chest and closed your eyes. When his hands moved between your legs you tried to think of why you were enjoying this. What was the logical reason? Why? It could be the fact that in the last two weeks so much had happened that you hadn’t come to terms with yet and your subconscious mind was searching for some kind of normality in it all, and sex was normal. Very normal. Or maybe it was as simple as the combination of being horny and having alcohol. No, that couldn’t be it. You weren’t that drunk. Maybe you were going crazy because your brain couldn’t handle all the trauma. Yeah, that sounded pretty logical.
All you knew is that Michael had unfinished business with you, apparently. He slid his thick fingers through your lips and was surprised to feel how wet you were. Admittedly this was his first time touching a woman so he had no idea what to expect but he assumed you were enjoying yourself by the feel of it. Your soft hair brushed against his neck and he couldn’t help but sigh and use his left hand to feel it, running his fingers through the smooth strands. You heard him inhale deeply but didn’t know he was smelling your hair.
Michael wasn’t patient, sadly, he originally planned on feeling you entirely, fingering you until you came on his fingers. But everything about you stimulated him too much. He unbuttoned the middle of his coveralls just enough to free his dick.
Your breath quickened as you felt the tip of his hot cock touch your ass, the precome that leaked out of it wetting your skin in small spots. The urge to speak was strong but you didn’t know what to say. It felt silly to try to dirty talk with someone who wouldn’t respond. So you settled for quick heavy breathing, that was as verbally filthy as you guessed Michael would get himself.
Was it bad you didn’t think of Naomi at all? For a while, she didn’t exist at all. The only thing that was real was Michael, you, and this closet.
“God.” You breathed as he guided his cock to the mount of your arousal. He had no trouble finding your opening but pushing it in was a different story. You could tell he was thick by the burning sensation of your opening stretching. You whimpered and shifted your hips. “Slow, please.” You asked quietly, unsure of how he would react to your request. Thankfully he had planned on that. His hips pushed forward and he sunk into you with a bit of resistance. His cock was by far the biggest thing that had ever been inside you and entrance had trouble accepting him in.
But god, once he was in, you melted. You braced yourself against the closet wall as he gripped your waist. He moved slowly at first, getting a feel of the sensation. You were so hot and tight around him it was hard to hold back a premature orgasm. But he was sure if he did come he could be ready again in a matter of minutes. He slowly drew out and pushed back in until his hips were flush against your ass. You moaned softly and closed your eyes, folding your arms against the wall and resting your head on them.
His slow pace didn’t last long. Soon he was fucking you hard and fast, his breathing deep and heavy. His hips collided into yours with a force that unsteadied you, causing you to need to hold on to the closet rack above your head to prevent you from falling over. He parted from you to change positions and when his cock slid out of your cunt you grunted, feeling empty. Michael walked around to face you and you sucked in a gasp when you saw him. Seeing him in front of you again was a little sobering since it was hard not to remember him killing people in front of you. You let go of the rack above your head and he picked you up, walking back so your back was pressed against the wall.
You wrapped your legs around his waist and he paused for a moment while he moved his cock back into you. You felt whole again, no longer empty. Hopefully, when you were done you wouldn’t feel empty when he left. If he left.
Michael resumed his quick pace and thrust into you roughly. “Michael.” You breathed as he fucked you, your eyes closing. His hands roamed up your body and his fingers rubbed your pert nipples before pinching them between his thumbs and index fingers. You cried out and rested your arms over his shoulders as you pulled him deeper into you with your ankles locked behind his back. “Harder.” You pleaded as your orgasm quickly approached.
He fucked into you harder and caused the decorations nailed to the closet walls to shake from the force of him. The deep pressure stimulation on your skin was almost too much. You wanted to put off your orgasm but it was coming at you like a train. “Michael!” Your moaning was drowned out by the music and you came hard, your orgasm shooting waves of pleasure throughout your body. Your body shook and you gasped for air, a soft moan escaping your lips. The pulse in your clit throbbed well after your orgasm and provided you with a soft sense of comfort.
Michael wasn’t too far behind you and you were grateful for that. If he continued fucking you for too long you would get raw from the friction. His hips snapped forward into yours with a final thrust and he let himself come into you. He fought to catch his breath behind his mask as he came, his muscles twitching.
You became nervous as you felt his cock slip out of you along with some of his cum. What was he going to do now? You watched as he pulled himself together and buttoned his coveralls back up. He looked back to you, watching as you grabbed your panties from the floor and slipped them back up your legs. He knew then he would want more and not just tonight. You had awakened something in him, something he desired only from you. He would have to keep you alive for it.
“Can I go home?” You asked and he nodded down at you. ‘Thank fucking god.’ You spared him a smile and made sure your dress was down to rest at your knees where it belonged. “Will I see you again?” It was obvious how hopeful you were, no one had ever made you come like that before. He nodded again and your heart soared. “Good.” You stood on your tip toes and kissed the lips of his mask before sliding out of the closet, closing the doors behind him. It was a lie to say you weren’t excited to see him again.
“Hey, there you are! What happened?” Naomi said when you approached her in the living room. “Oh my god, your eye-”
You looked in the nearby decorative wall mirror and saw your right eye was completely red from where Michael had choked you, busting a blood vessel. “I had a panic attack. Can we please go home?” The exhaustion from post orgasm made it hard to stand, not to mention Michael’s cum was starting to leak into your panties.
“Of course, let’s go.” It was hard not to feel bad since she was being so understanding and compliant, but fuck, you were still drunk off lust.
As she drove off out of Melody’s driveway you caught a glimpse of a white mask in the woods off the property and smiled.