Shapes of your memory (Michael Myers x Reader)

"Soft hands on your skin"

At some point her hand finds it's way to Michael's head, gently playing and tangling her fingers into his long blonde locks. When she felt a rough thrust she unintentionally tugged Michael's hair, causing the man to slightly lean back and release a low and deep groan, almost like a moan.

They both paused after such event and kinda just stared at each other. Michael's eyes were slightly wide and his cheeks reddish, he definitely didn't expect such reaction from himself. (Y/N) was also surprised, but her lips slowly tug into a wide mischievous grin.

—"Oh so that's what you like, huh?"— you say with a little chuckle.

Michael just huffs and looks away, his brows slightly furrowed.

Despite wanting to be petty and annoy him a bit more, (Y/N) knew better and being bratty wasn't part of her nature, so with a little chuckle she slides her hand to his cheek leans closer and gives him a little kiss on his other one.

—"Come on, don't get all grumpy now. You are the one who's always making fun of me, aren't you?"— you remark with a little smile.

The man sighs and slowly turns his head, facing (Y/N) ones again. They stay like this for a moment until Michael's large hand wraps around her wrist and guides her hand back to his hair. Such action surprised the female but it didn't last long because in the next moment she feels Michael pouncing back at her, biting the soft flesh of her breasts with a ferocity she haven't seen before.

His pace also came back but this thrusts were now stronger and rougher. At times (Y/N) would instinctively tug Michael's hair due to the pain and pleasure, and whenever she did it Michael's pace and biting would get even wilder, as well as the sounds he would make... These low and deep groans and growls, such feral and lovely sounds.

Water was splashing everywhere but in the heat of the moment non of them really cared, it's a problem for later.

After some time Michael's movements become more erratic, both he and (Y/N) getting closer to their climax.

The female was more vocal this time, it was kinda hard to suppress the sounds and moans when one hand was tangled in Michael's hair while the other one was held in his iron grip as he thrusted into her, hitting that sensible spot.

Eventually (Y/N)'s hand let go of his blond hair and slid down to his broad back, the closer she got to her release the deeper she dug her nails into his flesh, but that didn't bother the man at all, quite the opposite.

With one finale thrust, they both came almost at the same time. (Y/N) let out a soft cry of pleasure whilst small tears peaked through her closed eyes. Meanwhile, Michael let out almost an animalistic groan whilst he tightly squeezed (Y/N)'s hips, digging his nails deeply into her soft flesh, definitely will leave bruises.

The large man practically collapses on top of her and they both remain like this, holding each other close and panting loudly.

—"My tomorrow-self is going to hate you so freaking much..."— you mutter tiredly.

Michael just grunts and nuzzles into the crook of her neck, knowing well that she won't be able to hate him for too long~.

. . .

After a while they finally decide to exit the bathtub. (Y/N)'s whole body felt sore and her legs were kinda wobbly and weak, she would fell into the floor if a pair of strong arms didn't catch her in time.

—"Th-Thanks..."— you sheepishly smile, a bit embarrassed.

Ones both of them were dry, (Y/N) tries to get the mop to clean the mess they both caused with their naughty act, but her attempts is interrupted when a pair of arms lifted her into the air and threw her form into a broad shoulder.