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#I genuinely could write an essay on how Halloween is a masterclass of suspense
hom3landr · 8 months
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Movie Night
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An earnest attempt to share the Halloween spirit with your ungrateful boyfriend backfires
You’re trying to concentrate on the screen where Michael Myers peers ominously through some bedsheets, the sharp sting of the music cue not even registering over the buzzing in your ears. Your nails dig into the rich leather of the sofa as your chest heaves. You’re not even halfway through the movie and the tension is already enough to have your heart pounding wildly out of your chest.
Your free hand leaves the bucket of popcorn to tangle in the hair of the man between your legs, leaving streaks of butter through his golden strands.
He promised that he’d behave while you showed him your favorite horror films but you should have known better than that. The moment he said he was bored, you should have realized that it was all over. It didn’t matter that the two of you were only ten minutes into the film. You’d joke that him being no better than an ipad kid, completely unable to stay focused, but it wasn’t a screen that held his ravenous attention. With every gripe about how nothing had happened yet, he’d carefully adjust his position on the couch. From cuddling with his arm around you to resting on his knees with your legs perched on his pompous golden eagles, he’d managed to make the transition so smooth that it wasn’t until he slowly began rolling your underwear down your legs that you’d realized his plot.
Now here you are, just innocently trying to show your boyfriend your favorite movie, but ruthlessly made to writhe in pleasure as he devoured you with a single minded hunger. Maybe you should have had a showing of Silence of the Lambs instead, with how hungry he was for your flesh. You want to complain but every gripe was replaced with a choked whimper.
“You’re missing it.” You manage to hiss. He just chuckles into your cunt.
“Babe…this movie has been going on forever and only one person has died. It’s gonna have to get a lot bloodier if you want me to pay attention.” He follows it up with a hearty lap through your folds, amused by the way you twitch as he flicks his tongue over your clit. You huff in a mixture of lust and righteous indignation.
“It’s the tension! This movie is a masterclass in suspense! That’s why it works.” You try to argue despite Homelander not easing up on his endeavor at all. Your hips buck and he holds you down with the gentleness of a feather but the strength of a titan. You’re not moving unless he wants you to. After all, you’re the one who made him stop his business to watch the damn movie. You’re going to stay put.
“Hmmm…so what I’m hearing is that you like being kept in suspense. Maybe I should keep you from coming until something in this movie finally fucking happens.” He smirks before looking up at you with a wicked gleam in his eyes. You swallow nervously at the look he’s giving you.
“FINE! But when it ramps up, it’s gonna ramp up quickly. You’ll be the one looking stupid when you realize how freaky this movie really is.” You retort, bumping him in the side of the head with your knee petulantly. He doesn’t even flinch. He just fucks you with his tongue till your legs lock up.
“In that case, I guess I’ll have to keep making you come until the movie slows back down. Either way, I’m going to be entertaining myself.” He purrs in a tone that is infuriatingly smug.
You’re not even sure which is worse, that he never even bothers to watch the movie, or that you’ll never be able to pay attention during it ever again.
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