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criscura · 1 year

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The heart of the story

SPOILERS for the garou fight (i know it's been a while but still) because holy fucking SHIT. i am shaking. Bigass post about the symbolism of Saitama's suit, Genos' core, and the deconstruction going on in the whole fight.

I saw a coloring of this panel,

and the positioning/negative space of the hole in Saitama's cape combined with the wind-up of Garou's punch made it fucking click and--jjdjalsk;djL;KFJ;lkdjlLKJlkdj

I thought it was super weird that pretty early on in this arc, Saitama's cape got a hole punched through it and the way he was positioned kept on emphasizing it. Like....Saitama's cape is already emblematic of who he is. It flutters around to accent what he's doing like an exclamation point, when he's protecting someone it curls around them like it's an extension of his intentions, when he walks in it flourishes before him like an announcement. As much as the gloves are a symbol of his power, I feel like his cape is...hope? It's what he is to the people he comes to save? Or maybe it's the selfless part of what he considers a hero to be--so if the gloves are "you're stronger than anyone else," the cape is "so you can be there for everyone else." I don't know, I have to think about it a little more, but that's the sense I get. It's also, y'know--a cape is something you wear to defend yourself from bad weather or the cold or just to cover up. It's protection.

So it felt REALLY BAD that there was a big hole torn into it, right dead-smack in the middle of Saitama's chest, like it was a target. A big foreboding "Look out! Your defenses are down! Watch out behind you!" But what the fuck can get at Saitama, right? Garou wasn't going to defeat him. You can't hurt him. He doesn't have to watch his back, that's kind of his whole problem.

But. Bu t f= djkj;sd. jFUCKING. HE'S NOT. HE'S NOT INVULNERABLE. IT WASN'T HIS CHEST IT WAS FORESHADOWING

And that was fucking it. Garou ripped out Saitama's heart when he ripped out Genos', and it destroyed him. Saitama lost himself. He ACTUALLY lost himself

THAT'S NOT FUCKING SAITAMA. That's what he's always been capable of becoming, but that's NOT him. As the fight goes on, he gets progressively more terrifying and inhuman--featureless face, blacked or whited out eyes, an outline of a body--as he starts attacking more relentlessly. We're watching him forget the humanity he's been feeling less and less in touch with, as he gets consumed by fury and grief.

That's not even mentioning that he loses almost all of his suit--that thing that defines him, that's most important to who he is and who he wants to be. All at once Garou hits him with something that completely destroys that symbol of who he is (hohoHO doesn't that sound familiar)--

everything except the ripped up remnants of his glove, the part that symbolizes his strength, that's left to clutch onto Genos' core,

which Saitama protected and cradled to his heart as if it was his own?? like it was a lifeline?? like it was more important than his home planet, that he almost destroyed in a blind rage???

Like.....yes, it was a handicap as in "i'll only use one hand to fight you," but I don't think it's THAT much of an exaggeration to say it was also a handicap in that it stopped Saitama from going absolutely fucking bonkers and destroying everything. I think that WAS his heart. That was his last tether to humanity and empathy and hope. It was his fucking companion cube.

(I don't think it's a coincidence that in that panel where Saitama's curling his whole body around the core while being buried in the ground--and isn't THAT a fucking metaphor--that he looks legitimately pissed off. Garou's kick was on a direct trajectory to Genos' core. And isn't there something to be said for Saitama letting an opponent hit his head to protect it? A thing he's deeply self-conscious about normally, and a move that we've seen Genos pull more than once?)

I've said before that Genos does the hard emotional work for Saitama when he can't do it for himself (getting excited, angry, or sad for him; cheering him on; and all around taking the weight off Saitama to respond emotionally to things so that, at the very least, he doesn't have to feel guilty about not feeling anything). In return, Saitama is a stable rock for Genos to hold onto because, in his volatile world where everything is changing and can be taken away from him at any moment, Saitama can't. And like...

Saitama did fail in that he was too late. He didn't save him before the worst happened. But what little Saitama had left of him, was entirely devoted to Genos. He turned himself into an indestructible case for everything Genos was. And as much as Saitama carried Genos through that fight, again, Genos carried him. Again, Saitama couldn't relate--he was too far out of touch with his humanity to act like he still had it. But he could still cling to Genos, and Genos could feel it for him.

Genos' heart replaced the heart that Garou broke--because when he killed Genos, Genos wasn't the one to feel the pain of his own loss. It wasn't his core that shattered. It was Saitama's. The target on his back hit exactly where it warned it would.

And now like--I do need to add a byline that this sucks for Genos. All around. He was used, thrown away, and Saitama failed to get to him on time. Now he's also the ONLY one who remembers what happened. He is already so fucking burdened, this is too much for one guy. I'm legitimately worried about what this is going to do to him.

But also? Mythology is my shit and melodramatic shenanigans are my JAM, and what aspect of this isn't mythological? What ISN'T such an obvious allegory after you say it out loud that it feels almost silly? How many levels does this work on? A wayward knight sacrificed a virgin heart in battle in hopes of tempting a dragon out of its cave to defeat it, and got SO much more than he bargained for? God took away the one you love, so you fight heaven and hell to get them back? Your heart is my heart, you live on in me and I in you, even after either of us are gone? I can't--I can't even come up with other examples because there are SO MANY. I just.

GOSH, even structurally, as the fight goes on, the panels become more sparse and less detailed. We lose background and landscape--often because it's actually demolished--until it's only action lines scratched over a flat black or white, to the point where we get graphs like the paper they're drawn on has been so ripped up that all we see are the guidelines on the desk underneath it. Things are taken apart to an atomic level.

And meanwhile, we're watching these two characters argue over their most BASIC concepts. What are you fighting for? Who are you, really? What are you, after you've lost everything? What drives you? What scares you? What's your hope, and your worst fear? Are you human? Does it matter?

Why are you, you?

It's falling apart that's interrupted only by fantastic destruction that's as beautiful as it is terrible...and it doesn't fucking STOP until both characters have been so thoroughly torn down to their most painful, elemental pieces that they're fading to dust or erased fully from existence. This entire FIGHT is a deconstruction--of story, of characters, of the manga itself.

I don't mind the time travel bit because this is--this is Jjust--this is SUCH A FUCKING GOOD ILLUSTRATION of what makes this manga WORK because it fucking--it goes out on a limb and says, "what happens if we do the thing we can't come back from, what does that do to the characters, let's bring it to the absolute enD JDJALSDK;JF" and00asdljs;dlkj

I'm losing it. I'm fucking LOSEINjalkj LOSING IT. Like. Saitama's the pillar of the story. Everything revolves around him. Genos is the catalyst, Saitama's the plot. Genos is the machina, Saitama's the deus ex. Genos is the heart, Saitama's the soul. I've said this a lot. but fucking....

If a cape is protection from the elements, Saitama's cape is a symbol of the hope he brings, AND there was a massive hole in Saitama's cape for so much of this arc, there was both a nagging sense that he wouldn't be able to magically solve shit like he usually can and that he had some weak point that was wide open for an attack. That weak point ended up being Genos.

The only way to break Saitama was to break his fucking heart...and then everything else broke around him.

((And....jllaksdjls of course, of COURSE I have a fucking bias and you KNOW I'm looking at this from a shipping lens too, and like.....I don't......Genos has Saitama's heart, and Saitama has his. They share it. It's one in the same. When one can't carry it, the other carries it for him. Ilm.kjl i"m. I'M.ASD...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA))

#one punch man #one punch #opm #genos #saitama #garou #genosai #saigenos #precious robot baby #egg on legs #talk dirty to me #i am #literally #vibrating #THIS STILL ISN'T EVEN ALL MY EMOTIONS ABOUT THIS I DON'T KNOW HOW #THERE'S SO FUCKING MUCH GOING ON NNNNNN AJLA;SKJDF;ALSDKJ #please forgive me i fjfffucking KEYSMASHED this out at 2:30 IN THE MORNING it's not 4:18 I NEED TO GO GET MY LAUNDRY #GOSH THIS IS STILL PROBABLY SO GARBGLED AJLKJAL;JLAKSDJ KSJD;LASK

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shecagobaby · 2 years

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Love of My Life Chapter Three: 'Breakfast in Bed'

Hi beautiful babies! I'm sorry it took me so long to get this new chapter out. Chapter four is almost done, so I'll have it out in the next day or two, then I will be working on all of your requests. For some reason I had a difficult time getting this the way I wanted, so instead of continuing to tweak it I'm just going to say screw it and post it. I love you all, thank you so much for the support! Enjoy! <3

Warnings: Smut, smut, and more smut. 18+

I woke up when I felt Joseph shift next to me. He exhaled deeply as he moved onto his back. I sighed and rolled over to look at him. I bit my lip, he looked so gorgeous as he slept. His full lashes rested on his cheeks, his lips set in what was almost a soft smile, his soft snores like a lullaby.

I groaned as i lifted myself out of bed, stumbling on my tired limbs, realizing last nights activities had taken a lot out me. I grabbed Joseph’s disregarded shirt off the floor and tugged it over my head and walked to the bathroom, rubbing my eyes. I smiled as Mikey stood at the door stretching, “good morning, handsome man,” I smiled at him. He barked and rubbed his paws on his face in response. I shushed him bending down, immediately trotting over to me, “hey, be quiet. Let your daddy sleep.” I said as he licked my nose. “Give me a minute, okay?” He huffed and laid on the bathroom floor watching me.

I stood and looked at myself, blinking hard. I dug my fingers in my eyes, plucking out the dry contacts. I quickly grabbed my glasses and slipped them on my face. My vision improved making the dark marks all over my neck extremely obvious. Normally I would be annoyed that I would have to spend lots of time attempting to cover them, but this time they made me smile as I ran my hand over them.

I turned to leave the bathroom, tiptoeing past a sleeping Joseph. I patted my hip gesturing for Mikey to follow me out of the room and he happily trotted to my side as I quietly closed the door. I stepped lightly as I made my way to the kitchen my sleeping boyfriend breakfast.

I threw some food in Mikey’s bowl before I opened the fridge and scanned for ingredients. I pulled out a carton of eggs, bacon, and butter. I carried them over to the counter next to the stove before reaching up to the cabinet on my tiptoes to retrieve the juicer, i shivered as Joseph’s shirt rode up and exposed my bare ass to the cool air of the apartment. I grabbed a few oranges from the basket of fruit we kept and cut them in half before pressing them onto the juicer.

“Alexa, shuffle songs by Harry Styles,” I smiled as ‘Watermelon Sugar’ began to quietly play, grabbing a pan from the drawer under the stove. I set it on the burner, struggling to turn on the gas on the old appliance. I unwrapped the bacon and placed a few slices in the pan. I lazily swayed to the music as i twisted the knob to adjust the heat.

I jumped when i felt two strong hands on my waist, “G’morning, love,” Joseph said as he brought his chin to my shoulder and placed a lingering kiss on my cheek.

I whined, “wanted you to sleep in, Joseph.” Still turning my head to place a soft kiss to his lips.

He chuckled against my mouth, “couldn’t fall back to sleep once you got up.”

I nudged him, “you were awake?”

He hummed a yes as his hands slipped under the fabric of my shirt and ran over my bare stomach, “missed ya too much.”

His hands traveled to my chest, lifting his shirt that covered my torso with it, tossing it to the kitchen floor leaving us both completely naked. I giggled as his facial hair tickled my shoulder, “babe, I’m cooking bacon I kinda need a shirt,” I said as the grease popped, making me squeal and back closer into him. He laughed and kissed my shoulder. “hope you’re hungry,” i breathed.

He moved my wild hair off of my shoulder in order to place a kiss under my ear, “‘m not hungry,” he mumbled as he reached forward and turned off the stove.

I laughed, “you’re kidding, right? you’re always hungry.” Joe had the appetite of a teenage boy, his metabolism worked at the speed of light. I remember when i told Joseph that i usually skipped breakfast. He had cooked a huge breakfast after the first time I slept over. He gave me a concerned look, ‘no you eat it every day from now on, it’s the most important meal.’

He smiled against my neck, “hmmm,” he hummed with a mischievous chuckle, “not hungry for food.”

He rubbed his naked erection against my ass as he nibbled at my earlobe. I moaned and reached back to tangle my fingers in his curls, “horny bastard,” i groaned.

He flicked his tongue on my pulse point, “you know you love it.” His gravelly voice vibrating through my body.

I turned in his arms, scanning over his sleepy face. His eyes were puffy, hair disheveled, and his lips were a deeper shade of red due to the rough kisses from the night before. I ran my thumb against his chin, examining the hair growing there. “I like this,” I mumbled. Joseph was usually clean shaven for the majority of our relationship, occasionally growing a little bit of facial hair when he was feeling lazy or for a role; But it was clear that he hadn’t shaved since he stopped filming.

He chuckled, “good, I’m tired of shaving. Shaved every damn day on set.”

I placed my lips on his, earning a happy moan from the gorgeous man. “I love it, kind of tickles,” i smiled against his mouth.

“Yeah?” He removed his lips from mine and ghosted his lips on my cheek, letting the short hairs run along my skin.

I bit my lip, my mind immediately turned dirty. I couldn’t help but think about how good it would feel when he kissed my inner thighs. I felt my face heat up at the thought. He brought his lips back to mine, his hands traveling from my lower back and to my ass.

“Ya know, we made a deal last night,” he said before slipping his tongue in my mouth. How could morning breath taste so good?

“What?” I asked in between kisses, my hands exploring his chest.

He smiled, “said ya would sit on my face today,” his voice becoming deeper.

I cleared my throat, “you mean right now?” I turned to look at the clock and it read 6:53. I couldn’t believe he was up, I assumed jet lag would have caught up to him, let alone be this revved up. I bit my lip, ready to tease him, “want my pussy on your tongue before 7?”

He gave my ass a tight squeeze, “I always want ya on my tongue.” He moved his lips to my jaw before moving to my neck, I hummed and leaned my head to the side to give him better access. “So what ya say,” he hummed, “can I have you for breakfast?”

I gently shoved his chest and moaned when i could feel his erection becoming more prominent against my leg. I ran hand down his chest to his stomach, fingers lingering on his soft happy trail. He shivered when my hands came closer to his cock, gently scratching at the area right above his pubic hair before reaching for the base of his cock. I smiled when i heard him groan before i slowly started stroking him.

“‘S that a yes, love?” He said as he lightly bit down on my neck. I whined at the slight pain before nodding and mumbling ‘mm-hmm.’

Before I had a moment to think, Joseph hoisted me over his shoulder and started making his way to our bedroom. I squealed, “Joe! Put me down!” I laughed, hanging upside down, using one hand to keep my glasses on my face and another to pinch his adorable butt.

“Hey!” He said, jumping, “want me to drop ya?” He punctuated his statement with a slap to my ass, making me squeal again.

When we entered the bedroom, he bent down and placed me back on my feet. I giggled as i slightly stumbled backwards. Joseph steadied me as he stayed kneeled in front of me. His big brown eyes stared up at me as he grabbed one of my legs and threw it over his shoulder, keeping his strong hands on my ass. “Jos- fuck!” I groaned as he licked up my cunt.

He hummed and flashed me a mischievous grin, “taste like heaven, Y/N.” I whined at his words and brought my fingers to his curls, pulling him back to my core. He chuckled and started to suckle at my clit while keeping his eyes locked on mine. I bit my lip and tugged hard on his hair. He groaned against my cunt, making me gasp as a vibration shot through my body.

He pulled away from me, before i could protest he pushed me on to the edge of the bed. He spread my legs wide, placing wet kisses along my inner thigh. I smiled to myself as I propped myself up on my elbows to watch him. I bit my lip. I was right, his facial hair made the sensation much stronger. I moaned as he bit down on my soft flesh.

He brought his thumb to my clit, watching my face closely. I blushed and bit my lip hard to hold back a moan. “Fuck. you’re so gorgeous, Y/N,” he mumbled before he replaced his thumb with mouth.

I threw my head back at the sensation, his mouth feeling like complete ecstasy. I moaned his name loudly, his tongue quickly flicking against my sensitive nub before wrapping his lips around it.

I fell back as he took turns sucking on my clit and rolling his tongue around it. I wrapped my legs around his head to keep him as close to my cunt as possible.

Joseph intentionally hummed against my clit, earning a scream from me. He brought one hand up to my chest to roll my hard nipple between his middle finger and thumb, the other came to lace his fingers with mine. I squeezed his hand hard as his tongue left my clit and started to run through my folds. “Fuck,” i whined, bringing my eyes back to his.

His hand left my chest and removed his tongue from my cunt, replacing it with his fingers. He tongue peeked out from between his lips, concentrating hard as he watched his fingers trace up and down my slit before slowly pushing two in. He pumped them in and out slowly, curling them upwards every time he reached my g-spot. My breathing became uneven when he brought his gaze back to my face. He smirked at me, winking before he put his mouth back on my clit.

I groaned and i could feel myself already clenching around his fingers before i breathed, “cheeky fucking bastard.” I was almost annoyed that his wink was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Joe always became somewhat cocky when he had his head between my legs because he knew I was putty in his hands. He chuckled against my clit, his tongue working quickly as his fingers moved at an agonizingly slow pace.

I rolled my hips to meet each of his thrusts, “that’s it,” he mumbled against my core. I could feel my climax approaching, the combination of his tongue and fingers making a tight knot form in my belly. “Cum for me, love. I know you’re close, I can feel ya squeezing my fingers.”

“Mmm, don’t stop,” i whined as he brought his mouth back to my clit. He stopped pumping his fingers, instead repeatedly tapping them on the sensitive spot deep inside me. I started to squirm, my eyes rolling back him my head. He released my hand and brought it to my thigh to hold me still, my fingers immediately tangling in his curls. “Shit, s-so good, Joe.”

He started humming as he sucked on my clit, the constant vibration making my toes curl. My hips bucked against his mouth as i felt the beginning of my orgasm wash over me. Each sound that left my mouth sounded more pornographic than the one preceding it as I started to clench around his fingers. He kissed my thighs as his fingers gently worked me through my orgasm.

When my breathing slowed he climbed up my body, pushing my hair out of my face and peppering kisses along my cheeks. “Hey,” he mumbled. I realized my eyes were still squeezed shut. I slowly opened them and met his eyes, they were scanning my face as a soft smile formed on his wet lips. “God, you look so beautiful,” he breathed.

I smiled and slightly looked away, “I probably look crazy,” my voice shaky. i cleared my throat, “and I’m wearing my glasses.”

He turned my head to face him again, “I love you like this, all fucked out. You look breathtaking,” he said placing a soft kiss to my lips. “And your glasses are adorable,” he mumbled against my lips.

I smiled into the kiss. His tongue gently grazed my bottom lip asking for entry, which I happily granted. Our tongues tangled together while I moved my hand from his chest, down to his cock. We both groaned when i wrapped my hand around the base. I was shocked he was still fully erect, i started to pump him in my hand.

“Fuck,” he groaned as i ran my thumb over his tip. Joseph shivered when I ran my tongue along his bottom lip as I collected the pre cum that was leaking out of his cock. He grabbed my hips and pulled me on top of him. I immediately straddled him, lining his hard cock up with my wet slit. He gripped my waist hard stopping me from sinking down on his length. I whined looking up at him. He shook his head, “that wasn’t the deal, love.”

I groaned, his cocky tone reappearing. I never understood how he could be so sweet and loving one second and then a greedy horn dog the next. “C’mon Joseph, I wanna feel you. You teased me all las- ah!”

Before I could finish my thought, he was pulling me up his torso until my cunt was hovering over his face. “I’m not done tasting you,” he mumbled before slipping his tongue along my slit. I bit my lip and looked down at him, his eyes wide and dark were on me. He pulled back a little, i shivered when i could feel his breath fanning over my cunt. “I’ve missed the way you taste, it’s my favorite flavor and I haven’t had it in months, please?”

I sighed, there was the Joseph that made my heart melt. At the end of the day, if I didn’t want him to do something, he would stop immediately. A fact that I was very much aware of, I could pull away if I wanted to and he wouldn’t even be mad; but I also knew I had missed this just as much as he had. I sighed and nodded. Although I couldn’t see his mouth, I could tell there was a smile on his lips. I smiled back briefly before a moan ripped through me as he pulled my hips down onto his tongue. I was no longer hovering over his face, i was fully seated and he was devouring me. His tongue running over every inch of my cunt.

My breathing became erratic again, grinding myself against his tongue. I reached back and took his cock in my hand. Joseph shut his eyes as a feral sound escaped from his mouth and shot through my core.

Every time I rocked my hips, his tongue buried deeper inside me. I whined when his nose started to bump against my clit. I pumped him faster and his grip tightened around me, lifting me up. “‘m not gonna last long if you keep doing that,” he grunted.

I brought my hand away as he rolled his tongue over my clit. I spit in my hand bringing it back to his cock so my hand could glide more easily. His eyes fluttered shut and he hummed. “Mmmm, Joe,” i whined, “Wanna feel you cum in me, babe.”

He sucked hard on my clit one last time, making me throw my head back. He released my clit with a pop and ran his tongue along my slit one last time before before he breathed, “Wanna ride my cock, love?” I moaned and nodded quickly. He placed a kiss to my clit before releasing his hold on me. My shaky legs moved off his face.

Joe inched back so he could rest against the bed frame. I moved down to straddle him, but first stopped to admire his cock. I took it in my hand, letting a drop of spit fall from my tongue and drip on to his bright red tip before stroking it. I then realized he had been hard for an hour with very little relief. I looked at his face, his eyebrows were furrowed, his lips were red and wet, his chest rapidly moving up and down There were very few times in our sex life where i felt I was the one in control. It wasn’t that he was necessarily dominant, but he loved making me feel good which often led to me feeling like I neglected him. I would try to take care of him but often he would have my hands trapped in his so I couldn’t touch him or I’d be four orgasms deep and couldn’t remember my own name, let alone stroke his cock. Right now he looked spent and i could easily tease him like crazy.

I bit my lip and looked at his cock again, it was red and angry. “Does it hurt?” I asked. He nodded, looking at me through hooded eyes. “Can i take care of you?” He sighed, giving me a look. I knew he understood me. He knew i was asking to take control and make him cum whether I did or not. I gave him a pleading look.

He groaned and finally gave me a small nod. I smiled and brought my lips to his giving him a soft, sweet kiss. Joseph whined as i moved to straddle him. He sighed as i slowly slid down on his cock. I saw the immediate relief on his face as i fully seated on his cock. His hands moved to the back of my neck, pulling my face closer to his. “Thank you,” he choked out.

I started to bounce on his cock, slowly at first so I could adjust before reaching a steady pace. I watched his face contort as i rode him. “So pretty,” I mumbled as I brought my hand to his cheek. He blushed and it felt so natural how our roles had reversed. I stopped bouncing and let his cock fill me all the way up. I moaned and started grinding against him. He bit his lip and a mischievous grin spread over my face. I wanted to see him cum and I knew how to do it. I slightly pushed away from him and grabbed his hand. I placed it on the lowest point of my stomach before rolling my hips again, “feel that, babe? Feel how full you make me?”

I smiled as he whined at his own trick, I held his hand there as i continued my movements. I leaned forward to attach my lips to his neck, sucking a mark onto his neck. He released a choked moan as i moved to nibble on his ear lobe.

“Cum for me baby, wanna feel you fill me up,” I hummed, speeding my movements up. His cock felt amazing, but I didn’t want to try to chase my own release. I knew it would only take me a little longer, but I was dying to help him reach his. I reached one hand behind me and cupped his balls in my hand.

“Fu-uck!” He whimpered, his voice catching in his throat. I rolled my hips two more times before he grabbed my hips to still my movements.

I pulled his hair, forcing him to look at me as he started to fill me up. I bit my lip, his cock twitching in me felt like bliss, “I love you,” i moaned, “love you so much.”

He held me tight against him, bringing his face to the crook of my neck, “thank you,” he chuckled, “i needed that.” I continued to roll my hips slowly. I nodded and kissed his temple. He sighed, I could feel his contentment and the feeling was mutual. “You’re the love of my life, ya know that?” he mumbled.

I smiled, and hummed in agreement. “Glad I’m not the only one,”i mumbled as he held me close. I ran my fingers through his hair, “tired?” I asked in a low voice. He nodded, “jet lag?” He yawned and nodded again. I kissed his cheek before I slid off his cock, earning a desperate whine similar to the ones to the ones I make when he pulls out of me. I couldn’t help but blush as I thought, ‘god, is that what i sound like?’

He immediately pulled me to his side so I could put my head on his chest, I nuzzled my head in his neck and placed a soft kiss there. He sighed, “you didn’t cum,” he sounded frustrated.

I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous man, it was like he didn’t remember the countless earth shattering orgasms I’ve had since he came home. “That’s alright, I know you’ll make it up to me,” I laughed, he squeezed me tight and nodded with a breathy chuckle. I rubbed his chest and stomach before closing my eyes. I felt his stomach rumble against my palm. “Let’s take a nap and then we’ll get take out, okay?” He pulled me closer, squeezing my shoulders. I took his soft snores as an agreement to my suggestion.

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