#saitamaki

[bebe-tatsu]

Your Highness, they're cunty asf

[mad3ofstardust]

Defeat - Rated E 🛑

Read on AO3 @ https://archiveofourown.org/works/49475464

“Are you still making this about your sister? To see if I'm worthy?” He asked as she barged into his house, pushing his chest with her hands and looking at her surroundings.

Somehow, her aura felt different while she, with those big determined eyes, stared directly at him. It felt different being touched like this instead of her trying to move or do anything to him with the powers.

“Absolutely not.”

“Then stop with this ...test madness, we can’t deal with any more wreckage, the Hero Association is talking shit, I already told you I’m not hiding anything nor mocking you, much less having secret business with Fubuki.”

“They won’t know about this. Unless...you tell them personally.” Now Saitama was intrigued, what had she been planning?

“Hmmmm. What do you mean?”

She only exhaled a big breath through her nose, never breaking eye contact with him. Once again, he made her speechless. Tatsumaki could only hope he got the hint as she got closer and closer. Her eyes started to flutter as she examined his face.

His expression was blank as usual.

She raised her face the most she could, slightly wetting and opening her mouth to whisper something he could not not hear. 

While trying to hear whatever she had said he looked at her lips and oh. “Oh. Hm.” The sight of her glistening mouth moving and their closeness sparked something. The man found out he really liked her this close and this calm. Then suddenly the blankness of his face gave way to an expression she had never seen before and she raised her body, lightly placing her trembling hands on his shoulders.

Saitama put his hands over hers and she panicked, breath caught in her throat, thinking he was about to reject her. Instead, he tightened his much larger fingers over hers and inched closer to her face. 

“Are you sure about this?”

His answer was an impatient, aggressive kiss, still anxious even without her usual irritation. Which he quickly immersed in, breathing through his nose and moaning at her mouth, fascinated by her and this turn of events.

Tatsumaki’s tiny hands traveled up his neck, coiling them there to push her even more forward, melting into him. His own hands grabbed her face, tongue plunging her mouth and working against hers, appreciating her taste, her scent, her form against him.

Hands slid from her red-hot cheeks, across her back and caught her in an embrace, keeping her glued to him, feet off the ground. 

He was so addictive that as close as they were now, melted into each other, it was not yet enough, she wanted to burn into him. The embrace so enticing she did not perceive her breathing beginning to fail or her knees rising and settling on each of his hips, causing him to move his hands to her tights, instantly flaring shock through both of their bodies as their centers touched.

Saitama broke the kiss upon falling into a cushion on the floor, with her sitting on his lap, legs and arms entangled. Tatsumaki clawed at his shirt with closed eyes, still caught up in the moment but noticing how far they had gone he had to ask again. “Are you really sure you want this? I’ll understand if you don't.” Foreheads stuck together, she opened her eyes, staring straight into his, noticing she needed him now more than she needed anything else, breathlessly answering. “Yes….please….”

With that, clothes flew in a blur, and all care was thrown out the window with their need and sudden desperation. Neither tried to make sense and just focused on each other.

(...)

His lips tasted her neck and shoulders, softly but firmly dissolving the coils and twists permeating her worried mind and soul. She could only whimper in pleasure and hold onto his shoulders while not one singular coherent thought formed in her brain, there was only the delight caused by the movement of his digits inside her and wetness of the tongue kissing her neck. His other arm held her waist.

“You’re so, so beautiful.” Another wet kiss pressed to a sensible spot.

“I…I…Hng…!!”. His thumb had found its way to press on her clit, doubling the stimulation. Doubling her inability to speak, but making her brave exterior mask to slip. ‘“Sait..T..” She began trembling and gasping with the incoming pressure of her peak, but he held her close and let her ride it off, fingers slowly ceasing movements.

A moment passed and she slumped over him, lips lazily seeking his once more, energizing Tatsumaki again, slowly, and she surer than ever she wanted even more. Never breaking the kiss she adjusted and reached down, grasping his hardness. Stroking the length, testing the possibilities. With a deep breath she rose and he guided her down, making her hold back a yelp as he hissed.

Not surprisingly, she felt amazing, tightly enveloping him in her wetness. It felt so right and perfect, being inside her, guiding those soft hips and hearing those high, sweet, perfect moans coming out of her mouth with hot breaths.

Warm puffs of air were shared among kisses and undulating hips. Trying to keep up with him, thrusting downwards, Tatsumaki’s walls clenched and pressure began to boil from the increasing intensity, unable to hold back any more noises, she let out wails that mixed with his groans, until they both felt the high, depriving their lungs of all oxygen for a little while that felt like an eternity. Time had completely stopped. Or had it sped up? Neither could figure out what exactly happened at their pinnacle.

But definitely something out of this world.

(...)

Shyly putting her clothes back on, Tatsumaki observed Saitama, who was leaning against the wall on the floor, eyes closed, and for the hundredth time felt speechless. She always felt like that with him, but somehow felt she needed to keep the mood light and not awkward.

“So…” She nervously giggled. “I think you passed the test”. She said while putting a strand of hair behind her ear, hoping he would joke back at her or just say something bland.

“Test, huh?” Saitama opened his eyes and to her shock, he did not sport the usual expression. His face was still sharp and eyes mischievous.

“That was supposedly your test…”. He reached and pulled her hands to the floor again, pinning both of her wrists with one of his hands and making her lay down. Her breath started to falter and that pressure threatened to appear again. Heart accelerating and feeling like it would burst out of her chest at any minute.

“Now, it’s my turn to test you.”

[mad3ofstardust]

Alkaline - Rated T

Read on AO3 @https://archiveofourown.org/works/49453543

Damaged buildings, a prelude and some perspectives.

“She's not acid nor alkaline

Caught between black and white

Not quite either day or night

She's perfectly misaligned"

“Oh no, she fainted.”

After depleting herself while trying to test him, Tatsumaki was down. Saitama sighed, and got down on where she fell. 

Even though he had not quite yet gotten her protectiveness over Fubuki and reasons to fight him so ardently (and his jacket had gotten ruined), it had been a fun exercise. The Esper’s powers were cool and, having never paid much attention to her, he was impressed now.

For a moment, though, Saitama wondered if his own powers were too much for her.

He noticed how much smaller than usual she looked, laying there, stripped off her powerful stance and bravado, however, while he started musing over her youthful looks, Tatsumaki had opened her eyes, she was fine and he was relieved he could finally say what he had been wanting to say for a while, and ruffled the woman’s hair. 

Then a simple action he probably did mindlessly.

Just a simple touch. Did something to her.

Another touch from that man. 

Tatsumaki received lots of unexpected touches from him already, but that one was different. It triggered memories and comfort, was both pleasing and confusing. Had she become a child all over again? Time lost its sense and sense she could not make of that situation, feeling only an odd sensation in her chest that seemed to expand, spreading all over her body like a wave, slowly approaching in a still sea. 

But just as soon that spell came it also soon went away, all at once she was at the current time and conscious now. Ready to put an end to all that situation with her sister and so-called friends yet they seemed to have their own resolve.

Saitama looked at her then.

Examining her face better now that she was calmer, he decided to talk. Calmly noticed how bright green her eyes were, the shape of her lips, things he had not paid attention to before and wanted to just keep looking, but things were in need to be said. 

“Ooh, let's talk about chemistry

'Cause I'm dying to melt through

To the heart of her molecules

'Til the particles part like holy water

If anything, she's an undiscovered element

Either born in hell or heaven-sent

But either way I'm into it”

While wanting her to listen, he had not realized that his own will to talk instead of fighting was itself an attempt to work on his problems.

There was so much he could relate and an anguish he perceived in that entire situation.

“I'm caught up in her design

And how it connects to mine

I see in a different light

The objects of my desire”

She looked back at him. And once again felt a spell. That warmth again wanted to manifest and spread through her body. “What was that feeling?”

His face expressed serenity, confidence, and somehow, a little bit of loneliness. A face she wanted to keep looking for some reason.

His words, however, left her speechless and needing to get out of there. 

Embodying her attitude again, the Esper got up to leave.

She was leaving, but in some way she still wanted to stay there. For whatever reason, Tatsumaki wanted to know more about the plain bald man…what he had to stay and what he would do, wondering if for some reason he was holding back on her or had any other plan.

She did not recognize within herself that those were only excuses for a blossoming feeling she still had no name for. Maybe he was not that plain.

[mad3ofstardust]

A misunderstanding - ⚠️Rated E ⚠️ (2 chapters)

OPM goes Romcom - Read on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/49870309/chapters/125895061

“There, it’s signed.” Saitama watched as Tatsumaki dropped the pen and looked at him. There was a glint in her eyes and a devious smile on her lips, but her heart was also racing. Still wearing their pajamas, the couple barely had time to eat breakfast and go to the registry office before it opened to the public. They needed to go and leave the place as fast as possible, before the media or anyone else arrived.

“I can’t believe we did that.” He was a bit surprised at himself, but there was a little comfort in being impulsive and free, doing things he would never have imagined. The officer blinked confusedly as he printed and handed them their papers. Not the weirdest thing he had witnessed, though.

(Some time ago…)

After becoming the strongest hero, Saitama used to think that his life was as empty as before he started training, and only after rekindling the flame of friendship, compassion, and lately, love, the once depressed man could finally see fulfillment in his life. He had long given up any traditional expectations until then. 

Judging by her attitude and looks, he would never imagine finding so many similarities with the little green esper, but after a couple of encounters, conversations, battles and a little bit of tears, they hit it off, and noticed each other better. In no time, their lives became so intertwined it was almost impossible to imagine them apart, to both joy and confusion from the other people present in their lives.

Like how normally happens to most couples and given how close they were, it was only a matter of time for the prospect of marriage to occur. Something both of them never remotely thought about. It just came randomly on a Thursday evening upon noticing how little alone time the couple was having. 

Saitama’s place had always been crowded and loud, but lately Tatsumaki’s was becoming like that too, and while they both cherished their extended family, sometimes they craved intimacy and being able to jump each other’s bones without the care of anyone accidentally walking on them.

“That 's it. We’re going on vacation.” Saitama said, closing the door, after their last…guest left. He wanted alone time with Tatsumaki and he wanted now. Turning around, he immediately grabbed the very startled and very short woman, pulling her to his chest. 

“Huh?! Just like this?” Her arms made their way from where they got trapped in his chest all the way up his shoulders, the expression on her face turning from confused to malicious.

“Well, Yeah You. Me. Vacations.”   Lately, Tatsumaki had been even sassier, often teasing him and being overall, a naughty brat. However, he had no complaints about that.

The esper’s small hands traced his shoulders teasingly, with a tiny hint of nail. “But what about the mission? Who’s gonna take care and save, well, the world, if we are busy?”

Shit. He had not thought about that detail. The couple and their friends had already talked about having a field trip in the past but never went forward with any idea. Any hypothetical vacation, for the couple or for a group, could definitely get shortened at any call for any threat, no matter their destination, so it would have to be already short.

And if it was just the two of them, they needed to plan that rigorously, so they could go and go unnoticed. And bring little luggage so people would not find it too odd. On the other hand, they needed to choose a place that would be quiet, but not too much, but needed to have a nice weather so they could enjoy themselves while being relatively cheap and -

Sigh.Why are his thoughts sounding like Genos talking in his head??

Saitama let one of his hands go from the esper’s waist and pinched the bridge of his nose, chuckling. Tatsumaki smiled at his sudden goofiness, so enticed she missed the light knock on the door and her phone’s notification.

“What’s on your mind, Sai? Are you really willing to spend money on vacations?” She taunted him, raising her brows innocently. “What do you know about planning trips for couples and picking destinations?”

Little did they know that Fubuki had opened the door and partially listened to the conversation. “Oh my God?!!??” The younger esper made the couple jump with shock as she shrieked, eyes and smile wide as saucers. “Is it the time?? Is it finally happening?” 

Overpassing the initial shock and mild irritation with yet another interruption of that kind, the couple separated awkwardly and faced her, who was anxiously expecting an answer, with glittering eyes and balled up, trembling fists. “Why the fuck did she had to show up this time…And why is she so anxious?”

“She probably thinks we’re planning the group trip we postponed that time…how do I say it’s another trip and nothing is yet confirmed…”. Saitama looked at Fubuki and scratched his head, figuring what to say to the puppy-eyed woman. Meanwhile, Tatsumaki, flooded by a wave of unexplained need to justify her actions, impulsively answered:

“Yeah! You guessed right! Then she proceeded to join Fubuki, talking her hands. Maybe it would be nice to tell her sister they wanted to travel alone so she’d help them take cover.

Saitama just stared blankly.

“We’re going to….”

“You’re going to….”

“Go on vaca…

“GET MARRIED??!!?” Talking over her sister, Fubuki barely heard what she originally meant to say and celebrated, excitedly.

…

…

…

“W-WE…WHAT? GET MARRIED?”

“Big sis!! I’m so happy for you! I knew that was coming, I just knew! I felt it in my veins! Even mentioned that to Psykos yesterday and discussed that possibility with King some days before that!

…

Fubuki would not stop talking, while Saitama and Tatsumaki stood motionless, mouths agape. “And then!! I got suspicious cuz you liked that wedding dress pic I sent you.”

“THAT WAS A WEDDING DRESS??” Fubuki hugged both of them. Tightly.

“Yeah! Anyway, I’m so happy for you two. There’s no one else in this world that deserves it more than you. Then, she started crying, bawling her eyes out. “Don’t worry!I’ll help you organize everything!” 

With that, Fubuki stormed out, leaving the groceries she had bought after a lost bet on the floor.

“We’re fucked.” He huffed, dropping on the couch. They could not say no to Fubuki and now they were fucked. Just thinking about the amount of time, money, stress and overall boring stuff they would have to go through now….he also hated the idea of being in such a spotlight.

Tatsumaki, on the other hand, was starting to think a little differently as she remembered the nice dress Fubuki had sent her the other day, which she did not recognize as bridal attire. “Are we, really? Is the idea of me being your wife that bad?” She pouted and crossed her arms.

He looked up, motioning her to sit next to him so he could look her in the eye..

“Well, Tatsu, to be honest, I never imagined myself being married. I gave up on this idea a long time ago…along with other stuff I thought I’d never do. “

“Look at you now, though…” She gently took hold of his face, smiling. “You’ve accomplished so much.”

Foreheads came closer together. “Yeah, hmm, I could say the same about you actually. Look at us now…What we’ve got…Where…and how we are now…” 

Saitama took in her calming scent, sweet smile, the softness of her skin and vibrancy of her soul. Her entire presence got him thinking how much he loved her, how happy they had been. How their life together has been so right. With her, he could finally feel. Like it was always meant to be. He imagined her as a bride, so beautiful and radiant. His bride. His wife.

Maybe. Just maybe…

Considering they already had quite a solid life together, woke up next to each other practically everyday, getting married was not a bad idea….

They decided to get along with the misunderstanding and actually do it.

While the couple had started getting used to the idea, however, chaos ensued. 

They did expect some stress, but they did NOT expect what came next. Uncomfortable and awkward moments with service providers, tight, troublesome clothing AND schedules, people prying into their personal lives. Fubuki and Tatsumaki bickering like teenagers. Unfathomable stress and Genos almost malfunctioning daily. Excessive food.

Too. Much. Candy (even for Tatsumaki).The methodical planning took all the personal, intimate aspects of the celebration, it was stressful and seemed like it would never end.  And the worst of all:  Atrocious, humongous budgets. 

It was not necessary to have such stress in their energetic, but happy life. They were fighting with their extended family and friends, spending way too much money, for basically nothing - something that would last one night or one moment. Marriage was supposed to be a time of happiness, union, celebration, for them and for others. It was supposed to be the completion of their love, not a time for stress and headaches. 

And one single moment would never compare to an entire life together.

And just for that simple reason, Tatsumaki one day simply snapped and booked a hotel, not giving any fucks and just being spontaneous, not minding if Fubuki or anyone else decided to murder her. 

The next day, she woke up. It was time. “Saitama, wake up.” Shaking his shoulder urgently. “Sai, wake up now, let’s go.” The man opened his eyes with a jump.

“We’re doing it. Get up!” She haphazardly threw some clothes into a bag, urging him up. Saitama quickly attempted to do as told, putting on a shirt and grabbing his stuff and a bag too, but it was just fucking early, his brain still mildly asleep. “NOW!!” The green-glowing woman screamed and they finally took off to their destination, hearts beating faster than ever.

Chapter 2

(Current time)

 “They’re gonna kill us.” Still pumped with adrenaline, Saitama laid the bags on the floor, falling face first to the hotel bed she had booked the day before and tried to relax. Tatsumaki seized this moment to grab something from one bag while he could not see and started removing and changing her clothes. “No, they won’t, they’ll understand.” 

“Yeah, they will, Tatsu. I’m sure they will understand. After they kill us.” Saitama still faced the pillow.

“Aww, come on, Baldy, don’t be like that. Aren’t you happy?” She finished changing and added a sweet note to her voice. “To finally be my husband?” That made him turn to face her and gasp with shock, which quickly turned into interest, seeing her choice of attire. All his doubts about what they just did completely vanished from his mind.

The woman was sitting on her side, leaning on her arm with legs straightened. Her body was clad in a waisted short dress, which was completely transparent and made her look absolutely delicious. Nothing underneath. Saitama immediately sat up, eyes filling up with lust forgetting any desire to go back to sleep..

“Like this? I bought it some days ago…Was saving it for the wedding night.” She giggled while playing with the strap on her shoulder. “Guess it’s a wedding morning now. You may kiss the bride.” She lifted herself with her powers and spinned in the air, giving the man a show..

He usually did not mind this type of dress choice, they long rejected since they would end up ripping and destroying everything anyway, but now, with the combination of well, being just legally married and the secret itself, he decided to give it a chance and try not to destroy this one.

“I like it, I like it very much.” Reaching out to her waist, he snatched Tatsumaki to his lap, barely giving her time to react and catching her lips into a deep kiss. His hands roaming through everything he could reach, enjoying the transition from her soft skin to the texture of the fabric. Meanwhile her own hands clawed at his back, desperate to remove his shirt and feel his muscles, tongue warm and wet entangling intensely with his.

Saitama let go of her lips, breathing harshly. “You always know exactly what to do, huh?”. He moved at her neck, inhaling her scent, while his hand traveled up her head, lightly massaging her scalp.

“I gotta know what to do…as…my…wifely duties.” She tried to joke but his caresses were starting to make her mind travel far, far away, reducing her to a mass of nothing but gasps and moans.  

Their hips grinded against each other, her naked sex moistening his pants that only got tighter every minute. His hands firmly kneaded her rear and tights, lips marking her neck.

Saitama moved her chest closer to him and cupped each of her breasts, loving how he always fully engulfed them in his grasp. He squeezed and sucked her perky nipples through the fabric, one at a time, making Tatsumaki hiss in delight at the double stimulation caused by the roughness of the tulle combined with the warmth of his hands and mouth, core throbbing in need. Her moans getting louder and himself getting harder and harder.

His hands grabbed harder at her butt while his teeth teased her nipples. He groaned trying to contain himself but he wanted her so much, needed her close, closer. Wanted to melt himself to her and become one single element. She whined, undulating her hips and throwing her head backwards, one hand stroking his neck and the other holding herself up on his leg.

With some difficulty, Saitama freed her and her breasts, looking at her foggy eyes. “Let me taste you.”

His answer was her pushing his back on the bed, slowly crawling towards his face. She was so hot he could have snapped right away, but thanks to his self control, he stood still until she came up to trap his head with both of her tights, the scent of her center intoxicating him.

Tatsumaki could only cry out as Saitama started tasting and worshiping her enthusiastically, like a good husband should.

“Hmm, yes, yes, right there. HNNG!” She rode his face and he lapped her arousal, his mouth doing wonders and his hands, damned be his hands, held her legs so strongly she knew it was going to bruise, but she did not care. He squeezed a finger between them, finding her clit. “You’re so good, hmmm, Gods! Sai-Sai…!” Her body twitched and burned above him, but he was being such a good husband she decided to give him a little help. She waved her hand and suddenly pants were pushed down and his throbbing cock enveloped in an extension of her, green misty glow, helping him reach his peak as he continued his firm sucking and licking her folds, flicking his tongue and diving it inside her. That was new, but not unwelcome. She regained her breath and moved next to him, hand drawing circles across his pec and down his abs, promising more.

They both needed more. He wiped his glistening face and licked his fingers, looking straight at her with such a look on his face and now was her time to almost snap. Tatsumaki flew and climbed on top of him again. “Am I such a good husband already? What did I do to deserve two rides in one single day?” He smiled smugly while trying to grab her ass again, but she took his hands before he was able to and held them above his head, leaning down to his ear and whispered in a predatory manner. “You think you’re so smart, hm, honey? I’ll wipe that grin out of your face.” Damn. She was so bold he immediately hardened again. He would easily overpower and roll them around, but she was so hot like this we would play along. Then Saitama felt the slickness of her walls sliding into him, tight like a vice and thought maybe he was wrong, she definitely could overpower him.

She bounced energetically, feeling his member fill her to the brim, every inch of him always felt so absurdly good inside her, like he was made for her. Melodic whines and deep grunts filled the room as the couple moved, celebrating their union. Tatsumaki’s hands left Saitama’s wrists and clawed at his pecs, panting and whimpering his name repeatedly, but never losing the momentum of her hips, while Saitama’s rose up to push into hers with the speed only he could reach. And that only she could take. “Tatsu, Tats-Hng!” The man grunted among shallow breaths, trying not to snap. She could and she would drive him crazy anytime.

He took his chance to grasp firmly at her flesh again, her flesh spilling through his fingers. Feeling her clench around him, he could not resist rising up, feeling the need to capture her pink lips again, sucking her tongue and swallowing her loud moans for a minute. The new angle added more friction to her already sensitive nerves, and she quivered, hugging his shoulders desperately and orgasming once more.

Saitama kissed her temple lovingly while ruffling her tresses, the panting woman in his arms still trembling a bit, his cock still hard inside her. He pulled it out and rolled them over, taking a moment to just appreciate her. Red cheeks, red, puffed lips, and red chest. Misty, gleaming eyes and that outfit. She looked so biteable and juicy like a peach. “I’m such a lucky bastard…I love you so much.”

While regaining her breath once again, she herself took her time admiring him, feeling a little possessive. Pure muscle and sweat, displayed just for her. A hypnotizing drop of sweat ran down his neck to his chest, making way down his abs. She was ready once again. “I love you too.”

She bit her lips and hissed with the slide of his member as he entered her again, her moans now languid, long and loud, just how he liked. Tatsumaki’s hands gripped the sheets and pillow, body moving up and down the bed with his thrusts, the slap of hips now being added into the music they made, echoing in the entire room. With his control gone, Saitama pounded her wildly knowing he would not last much longer, tears of love, happiness and pleasure forming in his eyes, driving into her core, watching her small boobs jiggle with their movements and face contort in delight until he saw nothing else but white.

Her own teared up eyes rolled up and shut close, sobs escaping her mouth. “Ahhh, aahh…Hmmm…Hmmngg….Sai…Sai…Saitama!!” The woman’s nails clawed his elbows when the exploding hot pleasure took over her first, then claimed them both. The couple desperately tugged at each other, feeling the flames  consume their bodies, minds and souls.

After a while and having quickly regained their breath and energy due to their seemingly infinite stamina, the couple cuddled facing each other, one of Saitama’s arms pillowing Tatsumaki’s head. “Oh, I forgot something. Can you grab the bag for me, darling?” She giggled, not used at all to such a pet name, and with a twirl of his hand brought the bag to him.

“We were in such a hurry earlier I totally forgot about those”. He reached inside the bag and got a small velvet black box. She sat up and knew what it was right away.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” He sat up as well.

“How could someone forget their own wedding rings?” She teased him, knowing damn well she had forgotten about it too.

“I don’t know…I never got married before.” 

Tatsumaki rolled her eyes, but extended her hand to him anyway. They really were not a normal couple, exchanging rings and vows after the officialization of the marriage, both on paper and in bed. In their underwear. However, it was fine to them, since they could barely do anything other than sign their names earlier. He held her hand and slid the ring on her finger and kissed her hand.

“Tatsumaki, I didn’t really prepare anything to say. You know words are not my strong point…But I was told we usually have to say something during this time, so…You’re my entire world and my heart and I can’t imagine a life without you. I’m beyond happy to be your husband”. 

“Well,” She wiped her tears with her other hand and giggled, choking a sniffle. “I’m also fucking terrible at this, but let’s go. Saitama, you changed my life and made me the happiest woman in the world…I…I want to spend the rest of my days with you and no matter what the future holds, I know we can face it if we are together.” Tatsumaki struggled to talk through tears, taking his much larger hand and sliding the ring into his finger. “I feel like we need champagne now.”

Jokes and lust aside, the couple was immensely happy. They would never have guessed that eloping would be just the right marriage plan for them. “Now we just need to figure out what to say to everyone else.” That would require some quick planning on its own. Probably the hardest task the couple would ever face. To face the wrath of an angry sister….

“We can think about that later.”

“Maybe we can order room service?” 

Sadly for them, the hotel did not offer any services.

And to make it even sad, Fubuki started calling some time later that night, and Tatsumaki had no choice but to speak the truth.

“YOU GUYS DID WHAT?????”

[mad3ofstardust]

How to get rid of self-doubt - Rated E 🛑

Read on AO3 @ https://archiveofourown.org/works/49527334

Alternate title: How to boost an Esper's ego

When they first confessed and got together, Tatsumaki had some insecurities about herself, and while confident in her Esper powers and capable hero abilities, her diminutive stature and small chest brought her down sometimes. Despite trying hard not to, sometimes she ended up comparing herself to other women, also, to make it worse, people just did not usually made moves at her.

People feared her. She was somehow okay with that, given her decision of cutting ties with everyone. But still made her hurt, thinking others associated her isolation with her appearance.

However, to be feared felt better than feeling hated for how she looked and most definitely felt better than being ignored, which Tatsumaki loathed. There was also some occasional hate mail that absolutely did not help.

Before, even while dating Saitama and having fun intimate moments together, deep down the Esper doubted and was afraid of him not being attracted to her as she was to him. But that was in the past. Whatever doubt or insecurity Tatsumaki felt about her body started fading as soon as they first got intimate.

After some time in the relationship she stopped having doubts. 

“ YES!!”

A shriek, faintly muffled by a pillow was heard as another peak rocked her sweaty body, making her already tired out form shake with the washing of fire-hot, electric pleasure that coursed through her nerves.

“Good girl.” Was warmly whispered in Tatsumaki’s ear as he lowered her hips and backside to the futon. Calming her trembling shape by laying kisses down her back.

Saitama always made sure she felt cherished and loved, but most of all, she felt different now. She felt attractive, sexy like she never did before, and they both discovered a way to engage their endless stamina that did not involve the destruction of any city.

Sluggishly turning around to face him, it was not a surprise Saitama barely showed any signs of exhaustion, sporting the predatory grin and expression reserved only for her, shaft still hard. Still gasping a little, she let out a giggle. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, sometimes I just can’t believe this happened to me.”

“This what?” The man inquired, attacking her neck. “You.” Her hands came up to his back, brushing over the fresh scratch marks she inflicted earlier that night, and her legs looped around him.

“Oh me? I’m just a guy.” Groaning, he sheathed himself into her tight pulsating heat again. Eyes rolled, mouth opened and nails dug deep in his back one more time, but Tatsumaki’s energy matched his own, her own eyes darkened with lust staring deep into his. “Just a guy that loves this beautiful, amazing, hot girl.” How did he manage to say sweet things even when about to pound the life out of her again ?

When he unhooked her arms from his back and trapped her, pulled her knees to her shoulders, holding them, though, she knew that would be her ending for the night, being folded like that. Knowing that, she decided to end in style with the ultimate taunt that would also be his ending.

“Don’t pull out this time” .