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unfortunatelycake · 4 years

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SG 39. Kissing tears from the other’s face.

Aaa this took me forever because my brain was being a jerk.

Terminus

Rated T, minor character death, references to canon-typical violence

Cross-posting to AO3, will update post with link later

Fire and smoke filled the air, and the wind bore the stench of scorched metal and burnt clothing. A series of harsh, metallic pings rose up from within the flames-- and then came the explosion.

It was ear-splitting and sudden, and made the ground tremble as shrapnel embedded itself into anything still standing.

Anything except Saitama. The shrapnel - bent screws, crumpled fragments of metal, even a couple of finely-engineered fingers - bounced off of him, leaving little smears of ash where they hit.

He wiped absently at the marks and tugged away the shredded rags that had, that morning, been clothes.

Ahead, a trembling, ruined figure appeared amidst the slowly clearing smoke. Half-hidden behind torn chest plates, a dim blue light flickered and died, and the body crashed backwards onto the torn-up earth.

Another crash caught his attention, this time softer, and behind him: Genos was on his knees.

Saitama crouched beside him, heedless of the steam that poured from his vents as he patted his shoulder. Genos' clothes had been burned away, his plating torn up and littered with shrapnel in the places Saitama hadn't been able to shield.

"Good job, Genos," he said.

Genos' limbs twitched, a low ticking rising from amidst the strained hum of his core, like the cooling of a scorching hot engine. His fans whirred, and he swayed, gaze fixed upon where his opponent had fallen.

He said nothing, only stared.

"Genos?" Saitama threaded his fingers into his hair, pushing it back from his forehead and trying to look him in the eye. When Genos didn't respond, he cupped his cheek and turned his head to look at him.

Genos' eyes widened when their gazes met, his brows rising and his pupils like tiny suns in a night sky. He looked a lot younger in that moment, less like a confident, powerful man and more like a terrified young boy.

Saitama shifted onto his knees, bare skin crushing a few dismembered cyborg fingers. "You okay?" He rubbed a smudge of ash from Genos' cheek with his thumb. "Your voice box broken?"

A whine escaped Genos' form, coming from his throat rather than his core, and he shook his head. His attention drifted over Saitama's shoulder, to the crumpled form beyond.

"It's dead?" His voice was weak and uncertain, and his eyes glowed from within the cracked surface of his face, betraying that he was running a scan.

"Yeah, dude," Saitama smiled. "You beat it."

Genos shook his head rapidly. "I can't have," he uttered. "It was too easy."

"Nah, you're just real strong."

Something glistened at the corners of Genos' eyes. "But it was so powerful," he insisted, voice rising as he spoke. "It destroyed everything, it ruined my life, it killed my family, IT CAN'T BE THIS EASY!"

Saitama cast a glance at the dead cyborg, and shrugged. "You were stronger, Genos."

Oily black tears spilled over onto Genos' cheeks. "It was too easy," he repeated.

A gentle tug to his shoulder, and he was in Saitama's arms. Saitama held him close, rubbing his back and stroking his hair as the tears dripped from Genos' face and onto his skin.

"Was easy 'cos you're strong," he murmured. "You did great. This 's what you always wanted, huh?"

"But it was too easy..." Genos pressed his face against Saitama's neck, his artillery still hot as he wrapped his arms around him. "It shouldn't have been that easy."

"Why not?" Saitama tilted his head.

Face smeared with tears, Genos peered at him. "Because it was the Mad Cyborg, sensei." His voice wavered as he peeked over at it. "It was powerful."

"Yeah but you trained hard and got real strong," Saitama caressed his tear-stained cheek. "You're amazing, Genos. You beat the Mad Cyborg."

Fresh tears sprang up in Genos' eyes. "I beat it..."

"Yeah." Saitama smiled. "You beat it."

"Why doesn't it feel better?"

Saitama's smile faded. "...Sometimes it doesn't, when you're really strong."

"Oh." Tears slid down Genos' cheeks, and his brow wrinkled beneath his mussed-up bangs. "I wanted to avenge my family."

"You did."

"It was too easy."

"Doesn't matter. 's through all your hard work, dude." Saitama stroked his hair. "You got hurt a lot so's you could get this far. Dunno how many times you nearly died in the process but it's more'n enough. All the things you've done and all the stuff you've been through to get here, none of that was easy. This fight might've been easy but it's only 'cos you did all the grunt work on your way here."

The words came from the heart, spoken with a voice unused to giving motivational speeches. Genos stared at Saitama unblinkingly, the hum of his core rising between them.

"...'s like, you massively levelled up your character way before you reached the final boss," Saitama added.

Beneath his gaze, Genos' expression contorted with grief, and he bowed his head, a sob escaping his lips. "Sensei--!"

"Hey." Tilting his chin up, Saitama gazed into his teary eyes. "It's okay, Genos." He leaned in, kissing the oily streaks upon his face, first one cheek, and then the other.

More tears rolled down Genos' cheeks, and Saitama kissed them away as they fell, stroking his hair and murmuring soft reassurances against his skin.

"It's okay," he whispered. "You did good. It's okay now."

Genos clung to him, core whining and shoulders trembling. He watched him through tears and half-closed eyes, his sobs slowly subsiding in the wake of all those butterfly-light kisses.

"...Sensei..." He said it in a sigh, blinking away the last of his tears. "Thank you."

"Hm?" Saitama drew back a little, rubbing his hand over his mouth to wipe away the oil. "What?"

"For everything."

"I didn't do anything though?"

"But sensei you did!" Genos' eyes grew wide, his back straightening. "You taught me expert battle tactics, you taught me to be strong! You taught me what it is to be human again, without which I may have ended up a heartless shell!" Another wave of tears threatened at the corners of his eyes, and he fought them back as he continued. "You missed a sale today for the sake of supporting me through this battle, you have done so much for me, Saitama-sensei, and you're still supporting me. You're still here..." He brought a hand to Saitama's face, tracing over the contours of his cheek with his fingertips. "I could not have done this without you, sensei," he murmured. "Thank you."

Saitama let out a breath, pink creeping across his cheeks. "Wanted to," he mumbled, patting him.

A single tear rolled down Genos' cheek, and Saitama leaned in, kissing it away.

Then Genos' lips found his, and he held him tightly as the world around them became silent and still.

When Genos drew back, his eyes were bright and his core hummed steadily.

Saitama smiled and ruffled his hair. "You okay?"

"I will be, sensei." Genos caught his hand and kissed his fingertips. "Thank you."

"Heh..." Entwining their fingers, Saitama nodded his head towards the nearest road. "C'mon. Let's go see the doc. He'll wanna hear about this, huh?"

"Yes, sensei. Doctor Kuseno wants every detail, and will carry out a full post-mortem examination of the Mad Cyborg."

"Ah."

"He is sending out droids to collect it."

"Cool," Saitama pulled him to his feet. "Let's go ahead to the lab? Or d'you wanna wait for the droids?"

Genos looked him up and down, frowning. "...Sensei, you are naked."

"Yep."

"What happened to your clothes?!"

"Fire happened," Saitama chuckled. "That was a real cool fight y'know."

Genos shook his head. "It was too easy-- and sensei, you can't go to the lab naked."

"Why not? You're naked too."

"That's different. Doctor Kuseno built my body, and I'm made of machine parts, not flesh."

"You're still human." Saitama tapped at Genos' chest plates with a fingertip. "Still naked, too."

Genos pouted. "Sensei..."

"Genos." Saitama pecked his lips. "Lab's closer'n home. The doc'll have spare clothes, right?"

"...Yes, sensei."

"C'mon then."

Together they picked their way through the ruined landscape, abandoning the remains of the Mad Cyborg to the doctor's droids. The area was desolate and abandoned, and Saitama walked as if public nudity didn't matter in the slightest.

Beside him, Genos was quiet, lips pursed and face stained with oil, his head bowed.

After too much silence, Saitama glanced at him, brow raised. "Hey?"

"Yes, sensei?" Genos sounded tired.

Saitama stopped walking and looked up at him.

"They'd be real proud of you, y'know."

Pain flickered across Genos' face. He squeezed his eyes shut, and kept them closed for a long moment.

When he opened them again, his eyes were as bright as the sun, and he drew back his shoulders, his gaze resolute.

"Thank you, sensei," he said softly. "I think so too."

Saitama smiled, and Genos lifted his head towards the horizon. The sun was high, and there was some way to go before they reached the lab.

"...Doctor Kuseno will be waiting for us," he said.

"Yep." Saitama kissed his cheek, and tugged at his hand, and together they continued on their journey. "D'you think he's got any of those custard creams?"

A pale smile formed on Genos' lips, weary yet affectionate. "I think so, sensei."

"Cool." Saitama grinned, and pulled him along faster.

The quest for vengeance was over.

It was time to rebuild.

#saigenos #genosai #saitama x genos #genos x saitama #saitama/genos #genos/saitama #one punch man fic #one punch man #long post #kakera writes stuff #animepitbull #that opm fanfiction

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v177293 · 7 years

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Sing Me To Sleep

Summary: How do you even tell the one most important person of your life that sometimes, your brain felt fuzzy when they were talking to you without sounding like a creep? It's simple. You don't. Or the one where Genos has ASMR and Saitama has a really nice voice.

Word count: ~2500

Note: What it says on the tin. Canon universe.

It started soon after Dr. Kuseno found what was left of him in the dilapidated wreck of his hometown.

Even years later, Genos still remembered how that conversation went, the memory of the doctor's weary sigh clear as day in his mind as the man suddenly stopped what he was doing to look at him with a heavy gaze.

“You need to relax, my boy.”

“What,” he answered flatly, his voice a mixture of offence and disbelief.

Relax? How could that old man ask him to relax when they still didn't have any news on the whereabouts of the mad cyborg? When he wasn't ready to even face him, weak and useless as he was, let alone fight him? The doctor had been looking for that monster for years, surely he understood how important his revenge was?

With all the finesse of an angry teenage boy, Genos told him exactly where he could shove his advice.

It was a testimony of Dr. Kuseno's patience – or maybe the fact that he was by now far too used to those kind of comments – that he simply laughed at him.

Silence filled the underground laboratory once again, occasionally broken by the clatter of fingers on a keyboard or random high pitched chirps coming from the multiple computers and other pieces of equipment around them. The new familiarity of the scene was enough to lull the teenager into a false sense of security, thinking to himself that the doctor had decided to drop his crazy idea.

No such luck.

“Just,” the old man started again an hour later, seemingly distracted by the mess of wires he was patiently untangling from his left shoulder and connecting to his new metallic arm. “Look up some techniques on the Internet, perhaps? Isn't that what young people such as yourself like to do nowadays?”

Genos wasn't sure there was a way to say that all the parts of him that gave a shit about what 'young people' did died along the rest of his family without sounding over dramatic.

He told so him anyway.

Unsurprisingly, the doctor laughed again.

Eventually, begrudgingly, when the sleepless nights, the pain and the stress just became too much, the teenager ended up doing just that. At this point, he would have given anything for a distraction and this seemed as good as any. Still, it probably took him way too long to realize that trying to fall asleep to another hours long playlist of mind numbingly boring music just wasn't going to do him any good.

Genos was just about to give up when, after a week of fruitless research time spent between painful upgrades followed by the even more taxing rehabilitation, another video caught his eyes.

The term itself – ASMR? - was unfamiliar to him; he'd never been a fan of technology, despite what he was slowly turning into, and even before, he'd never really spent a lot of time on his old school's library computer, even for research purpose. And this was not something he had ever encounter in any of the books he had read in the past. In the end, curiosity and boredom won as he clicked on the thumbnail, expecting another useless piece of junk video that would do nothing more than make him loose another twenty minutes of his life.

What he got instead was the weird close up of a woman talking in soft tones, explaining exactly what that ASMR thing was and what it stood for while something was suddenly happening in his head.

The feeling was... strange. Good, but strange, like little starbursts bubbling in his brain and down his spine, making him want to just stay there and listen until he fell asleep, away from the world. Away from everything.

He was transfixed.

It wasn't much. Not during the first couple of months when his body slowly but surely started to feel less and less human and more like a machine, metal, silicone and wires creeping higher and higher as the blood, the bones and the human flesh was eaten away in his need for revenge. Not when, later, the last piece left of his humanity was a brain floating in his cyborg body, his senses still so dull at the time that most days he simply couldn't even feel anything.

No, it wasn't much, but it was enough to calm part of the anxiety and the boiling anger for a time, to make some of the pain more bearable, to starve off the worst of the sensory deprivation that came right after the end of the transition.

It wasn't really much of an issue, at first.

Even after Genos became a fully fledged cyborg, a lone wanderer looking for the monster who destroyed not only his family and his village, but also every single bit of the normalcy of his old life, those feelings weren't something he had the opportunity to experience very often. He had other things to do, always moving and fighting and searching. Clearly, there was no time to allot to something so frivolous now that he was out of the lab.

And then he met Saitama.

Saitama with his incommensurable strength, his unparalleled sense of justice and his voice.

Usually, it wasn't so bad. Saitama wasn't much of a talker and Genos could fill the silence for the both of them when prompted. And even then, his sensei's voice didn't usually have that strange soothing quality he found in some of the people he'd managed to discover on the Internet over the years.

Nothing to worry about there, really.

But then, when the other hero got especially serious before a promising – but always so disappointing – fight, or when there were so many stores to hit for sales and so little time to do so, his tone would shift, a bit lower, a little slower. And later, when the line between teacher and disciple started to blur and they became more, the late night conversations accompanied by hushed voices became the norm instead of the exception.

That's when the tingles in his head would start.

Which was another problem in itself. How do you even tell the one most important person of your life that sometimes, your brain felt fuzzy when the we're talking to you without sounding like a creep?

It's simple. You don't.

“Oi, Genos.”

Blinking, the teenager lifted his head, eyes tearing away from the screen to look at his teacher. The man, despite his usually inexpressive face, seemed almost uncomfortable for some reason. Sensing he should probably pay attention, Genos paused the video he'd been watching for the last 15 minutes or so – another one of those, it couldn't do any harm after the hectic week they just had -, locating his notebook in case he ended up needing it.

You could never know when someone as wise as his sensei was about to drop another one of his invaluable pearls of wisdom.

“Yes, sensei?”

“You're not...” Discarding his manga on the floor next to him, Saitama turned to face him fully, visibly bracing himself before opening his mouth again. “Dude, you're not watching porn, are you?”

The subsequent amount of steam that shot out of his vents would probably have been enough to fog out the entire living room of their apartment had the balcony door not been cracked open. If it was at all possible for people to die of mortification, the cyborg was sure that now would have been the perfect occasion.

“Wha- sensei!” he spluttered, closing his computer by reflex with almost enough strength to break the screen even though he didn't have anything to be ashamed of, thank you very much. “How- why?”

Raising his hands in defence, Saitama shrugged helplessly. “It's just- you've been staring at your screen for a while now, and you're not doing anything, dude. And your, uh,” Gesturing at his own face, he hesitated a moment before adding, “Your expression is just... I don't know, man. Forget I asked.”

Genos could have sworn his face was burning if not for the fact that he knew he had lost the ability to do so for a long time, now. Still, that didn't stop him from lowering his gaze to the table, trying to not only tone down his embarrassment, but also find something to say that wouldn't make Saitama judge him.

Not that his sensei would, of course. He was, after all, too much of an amazing man to ever do something like that. Only, it always seemed so hard for the ones who didn't experience those kind of sensations to actually understand.

That simple fact was almost enough to keep him from saying anything despite the uncomfortable tension he could feel growing steadily around them. Or at least, until his desperate need to give an explanation won against his desire to simply keep that part of him silent, boiling over in, he had to admit, perhaps not the most dignified way possible.

“Sensei! I want to explain!”

As soon as the words left his mouth in what was almost a yell, the cyborg couldn't help but cringe inwardly. Clearly, with all the time he had taken to compose himself, his window of opportunity to avoid making this even more awkward than it was had closed already, right? His sensei obviously thought so, if one was to believe the slightly taken aback look on his face.

“It's, uh, it's okay dude. You do whatever you want, you don't have to-”

“Please! Allow me, Saitama-sensei.”

Throwing him an almost suspicious look over the top of his manga, Saitama eventually gestured him to go on.

“So, let me get this straight.”

Sitting in perfect seiza at the other side of the table, Genos waited in silence, not wanting to put him off with another long winded explanation. Despite Saitama's patience, he honestly wasn't sure how much of what he just said the other hero actually understood.

“There's this AR-something in your head that makes it sometimes feel all nice and tingly.”

“Yes, sensei.”

“And it happens when people are, like, whispering and stuff?”

“As always, sensei knows how to find the right words to perfectly sum things up.”

“And you definitely weren't looking up dirty stuff in the middle of our living room?”

“Saitama-sensei! You know I would never-”

“I know, I know,” Saitama said while flapping a dismissive hand in his direction. “I was just kidding, sheesh. But, uh, yeah. That's... cool, I guess.”

Right away, all the tension that started building up in his synthetic body was released, a slight smile finding it's way on his face. Really, Genos should have known not to worry; not when he had a sensei as perfect as Saitama. His relief was almost enough to miss the slightly considering look the other hero sent his way before said man started reading his manga again.

Almost, but not quite.

And that was it, for the most part. Things continued as they did before, and the topic wasn't brought up again.

Or at least, not until the latest Hero Association meeting he was strongly suggested to attend to.

Alone.

As if Saitama wasn't the most capable hero of them all. As usual, most of the S-Class didn't even bother showing up, and the few ones who did, him included, probably all wished they hadn't. A colossal waste of time, if one where to ask him, especially since it was about something no one gave a damn. Which, all things considered, hasn't been that bad until another useless argument broke out between some of the heroes, making the remaining hour even more unbearable than it was to begin with. Honestly, some of them could be so fucking frustrating.

Especially that annoying little green goblin. The way she just kept disrespecting Saitama was just unacceptable.

“Bad day?” The man asked when he finally came back fuming, listening patiently – or at least doing a great job of pretending to – until Genos ran himself dry after almost half an hour of uninterrupted ranting.

After several minutes, probably sensing his leftover agitation – as if the way he kept looking at the table like he was seriously considering burning it to the ground wasn't enough of a clue -, Saitama eventually reached over to where he was silently seething. The gentle tugging on his arm made the cyborg finally relent, letting himself be moved enough to put his head on the man's shoulder.

“So,” Saitama said, clearing his throat, face almost pinched in discomfort. A strange occurrence, really, considering they'd passed the cap of casual touches months ago. “Did I tell you about that great deal I found in D-City earlier today?”

Without waiting for an answer, he then started getting into the details. How much he bought, how good the hot pot they were going to make tonight with all that discounted food was going to be, and had he mentioned the fresh cabbage he had found for only a third of the regular price?

Lost in the midst of his sensei's story, the first tingle at the back of his titanium skull almost caught him by surprise. Yes, Saitama's voice could hit just the right kind of triggers to make him want to go lax and listen to him for hours, but it was usually always during very specific kind of circumstances and this just wasn't one of those.

Genos was seconds away from asking him what he was doing when he noticed the faint pink tinge of Saitama ears, the hero's eyes staring resolutely at the wall in front of him.

Oh.

All of the sudden, his mind went back to that moment, weeks ago, and that look his sensei had given him. Genos had assumed Saitama had forgotten all about it, or just didn't care much about the whole conversation after his first moment of fleeting interest had passed. It seemed that, once again, the cyborg had underestimated the man.

That, or Saitama cared about him more then he'd thought at first.

Closing his eyes, core surging with unexplained warmth, Genos pretended not to notice, silently urging him to continue. His mind started relaxing more and more as the nervousness slowly bled out of Saitama's voice, his body following suit as the tingles occasionally caused him to almost shiver when they ran down his mechanical spine.

Then a short pause, before a low “That's alright?” reached his ears. The man must have taken his vague noise of affirmation as a yes, because he only stopped for a couple of seconds before he kept going, calmly explaining exactly how much he managed to save with the combined coupons and sales of today's grocery shopping.

When he normally would be paying a lot more attention to what the hero was saying – maybe hiding somewhere in there was the secret of his sensei's strength -, Genos stayed still, letting Saitama's voice wash over him, luring him into this in-between place right at the edge of sleep and wakefulness.

At this moment, despite everything, all was right in the world.

And really, the fingers that kept slowly carding through his hair were just an added bonus.

Melodies stuck inside your head A song in every breath

#dessy writes #opm #saigenos #genos #saitama #fanfic #asmr #one punch man #fluff

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prussianvenom · 7 years

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Roseblush

Saitama loves her cyborg companion, but well, shes not great with words,gestures, or well anything romantic. But she wants to do something special for him. Well, theres that new lingerie boutique. Maybe that'll do the trick?

I’m not attractive.

At least not in a conventional sense. I’m just not hugely attractive to the majority.

Not everyone digs a 6” foot buff bald woman, and well, I’m pretty ok with that, especially since I already found someone who does.

I love him, but the kid explodes anytime someone opposes or even considers thinking negatively of me. It’s sweet in a way. Cute even. Even if this behavior could be handful sometimes.

I wish I was better with my words so I can tell him that I don't care about what anyone says about me, except for him. His is the only opinion I care about and generally listen too. Which was, was weird to me. It was weird to have someone to care about, to care about so intently. I never really thought that I would feel that. Never even thought about it since I became a hero, hell probably before that too. I thought I was going to end up drifting through life unsatisfied, alone, and … empty.

I love Genos.

I love Genos so much.

I love him.

And I have no idea how to convey that to him.

How do you? I feel like just sayin it, it wouldn't be enough. Well it might be for Genos, but not for me. I don't feel like telling him would carry the weight I would want it to. Ah, I’m not very good at gestures though either. I’m not a very romantic person in general. Genos isn't either, or at least I don't think he means to be when he is. He’s just very…. What's the word….Blunt. He was very blunt about his feelings. I’m envious of it sometimes. It’s still very surprising sometime when out of nowhere he’ll turn to me and randomly spout out how much he enjoys the color of my eyes or how incredible he thinks my physique is, or how peaceful he feels now that he has me...How he feels whole...Human.

I need to show him, to tell him. I want to do something special for him.

Well, maybe I can find something while I’m out. I already got all of our groceries and we have a good amount of extra money thanks to coupons. Maybe I can get him something like a token? Jeex, I really wish there was a how to book on romancing and idolizing cyborg for antisocial super humans. Lets see, what would Genos like? He wasn't someone who owned or wanted physical things, all things he had were out of necessity. Of course if I gave him something he’d keep it on his body at all times.

Hmm?

Thats new.

Among the little boutiques in town it seems they built what looks like something similar to a Victoria Secret, except with more lingerie.

Maybe….

No, I shouldn’t, I still don't have enough control in….

Those situations

To try something new would be foolish. But…. I didn’t exactly hurt him that bad. And Genos seemed to be ok with it, didn't even realize it happened when it did. He does really enjoy our more intimate moments together. Surely it couldn’t hurt? Could it?

Oh, oh my, it is really pink i here. Are those pink lights too? That's just overdoing it. Sheesh, perhaps this was a mistake, or at the very least a horrible eyesore. Alright, Now that I’ve gotten used to the surroundings I can get a good look at what they have. Mmm. Lot of people staring. Lot of them look confused. The sales people look fairly intimidated and based on a quick glance around at the merchandise gave me a good idea why. They don't exactly make lingerie for people of my body type. This, this might be more difficult than I though.

“C-can I help you with something miss?” a poor little blonde girl decides to approach me. I’m not that scary am I?

“Uh, yeah, I was looking for something to wear for my boyfriend.”

“Oh, ok, give me a sec.”

The blonde scurries off, collects a couple more sales people, huddle up, occasionally glancing up at me before breaking apart and scattering in several directions.

Should….Should I be doing something? What about my measurements, or even preferences? I suppose I’d be lucky if they find anything close to my size. I feel a bit on display here. The sales people scurry around, occasionally holding something up against me to size me up or eyeing me weirdly before running somewhere else to retrieve something. Not to mention all the other woman here buying stuff also. A good amount of them are giving me weird disgusted looks, or looks like disbelief, like I had no business being in here. I guess they’re a little right about that for the most part.

Finally the first saleswoman came back holding a couple of different color assortments. Her co-workers stood behind he , both them and her looking put out and relieved at the same time.

“We tried to find things we thought would fit you nicely. We have a fitting room if , if you'd like to try some on?”

I nod and followed her further into the store. It looks like they were only able to find 4 things for me. They were red, blue, white, and yellow and were varied in straps and lace.

Alright let's try the blue one, it looks like it’d be the easiest to get on. It seems more like a nightgown than lingerie. It had shorts that were satin with lace fur around the bottom and a baby doll sort of to that was sheer and also had a rim of lace going around the bottom. It was a bit short though and looked silly on me. Unfortunate.

Eh, was looking for something sexier anyways.

The white one was like a one piece swimsuit made of lace, and again it was a bit small and very uncomfortable because of it.

The yellow one was pretty easy. The only part that was a bit difficult was the top. It was made of a very soft meshy satin. It had a choker that attached to the bra part which was just a straight band of fabric that pulled across my breast with little frills at the top and bottom. The bottom part was similar, panties that were meshy and hat this satin garter skirt that also had frill lying over it. This one was definite maybe, it did kind of blend into my skin tone, which is the only thing I see that's really bad about it.

The red one is very strappy. I might have to get someone in here to help me with this one. Ok, so my arms go through...Why is this so complicated? Its meant to be taken off right? Ok, this one is possible winner, at least in terms of attractiveness. Alright there were straps going across my chest, 2 of them, then criss crossing around my neck in a X, then cross my back round to my front where it connected to the bottom part which was a thong, and from the straps hanged garters. I should probably get matching stockings to go with it. If I were to guess, this one I think is probably the sexiext one of the bunch. That being said I’m going to go ahead and get this and the yellow one.

When I came out with the 2 items the sales peoples looked surprised and excited.

“DId you find everything alright? Did those fit okay?” The blonde sales woman excitedly bounced. Perhaps it was some accomplishment to get me into something?

“Yeah, I was also gonna go ahead and get stockings to go with them.”

“Sweet! I'll go pick some out and ring you up.”

That, that was a lot more grueling than I thought it would be. Hopefully Genos likes em.

I got home before Genos? Hmm, I don’t remember him having to go to Kuseno’s today, but then again if he was out on patrol then there was a good chance he might’ve gotten roughed up. Regardless, this is a perfect opportunity. I can go change and wait for him. Though I originally said red, I think I’ll go with the yellow one since I don't know how much time I’ll actually have before he gets back and I don't want him to walk on in me all tangled up in lingerie.

Ok, now what? I should pose or something, that’s what you're supposed to do in these situations right? I guess I can...hmm, I can lay on my back on my elbows, be casual about it. Try to make it looks like it's not a big deal or-

“Sensei? Are you home?”

Fuck.

Instinctively I turn to see Genos, wo comes in and stops dead in his tracks. I feel like I can hear the gears turning in his head. He has no idea what to say. Shit, neither do I. I didn't plan this through thoroughly enough.

“That’s….Um, would sensei like to uh, cover up? Sorry.” Genos makes an attempt to look away but ultimately fails.

He likes it. Good. I can work with that, I can feel a bit more confident about this.

“No.” I saunter up to him, in a way I hop is sexy, or least I think it is, if the funnel of steam coming from his back is anything to go by.

“What do you think of it Genos?”

I see it finally clicked in his eyes, he finally gets what I’m doing.

“It is very nice sensei, yellow really is your color.”

“There’s a red one too.”

“There’s a red one too.” Genos repeats, flushes, shorting out at the prospect of another lingerie tryst.

He looks like he’s already ready to keel over. The closer I get the more I can feel how hot his body was getting. It was steady, increasing to a sweltering degree, almost unbearable once he got chest to chest with me.

“Sensei.” Genos breathed.

I placed a hand against his chest, looks like he went without a shirt, or lost it or something, he was shirtless. The metal would burn a normal person, I suppose that’s a benefit to my condition. I trace the curves of silver till I get to the vents, out of curiousity I push one of my fingers carefully inside.

“S-sensei!” Genos gasps. I can't tell if he was surprised that I did that or if it actually had an effect.

Only one way to find out. I push a bit deeper. I thought I would hit something, but no, just a weird warming buzzing trills up my fingers.

“Sensei.” Genos groaned and grabbed my wrist.

I looked at him questioningly.

“You’re getting close to my core.” Genos blushed and looked away.

“Sensitive?”

“You know it is, we had this conversation before.”

“Were either of us fully dressed during said conversation?” Genos laughed and shook his head no and then leaned in to kiss me.

You wouldn’t think silicone would feel so soft and warm. It still catches me by surprise how human this body feels sometimes. I think Genos has been bothering Kuseno to make him feel more human since we got together.

I shove a couple more fingers in and push in deeper. Genos lurches forward into my grasp. I hear him groan when he;s met with the lingerie at my tits. A whine crawls out of my throat when he starts kissing hotly across my collarbone and down my chest.

“Sensei.”

“You’re ruining that word for me.”

Genos face came back into view as he smirked up at me. My face now was heating up for a completely different reason. This kids personality rests on a damn pendulum. Shy one instance, total lady killer next. Worries me sometimes. I shove my fingers as far as I can without hurting or breaking Genos and the metal. The resulting shout from Genos trailed off into static and he fell to his knees.

Shit!

I was about to follow him down when his hands shot out to grab my waist. What was he doing? His head still hung between his shoulders so I couldn’t make out his face. When I did see it again it was making a beeline to in between my thighs. The first swipe of his tongue against my groin nearly brought me to my knees. He hums against my taint and continues to lick and suck where the underwear lay. I moaned and braced my hands in his hair before reeling them back to my side. I shouldn’t. I already hurt him accidently during sex enough as is. Genos tells me he doesn't care, and well I think he tries to be nice about it but….

He puts my hand back in his hair.

Ok, perhaps he's just a masochist.

“G-genos l-let me take it off if y-”

“No. I want you to keep it on. I want to fuck you in this.” Fuck me. A heat bursted low in my belly.

Jeez, for as young as he is he sure does know how say all the right things. That shouldn’t even be that hot. A hot metal finger pulled the flimsy panites aside and teased the seam of my thighs. Even as hot as his hands were they still sent a chill up my spine as they danced around the inside of my thighs, always inching closer to where I need them but never quite getting there. In my frustration I jerked his head violently. I hear his neck crack quietly and he groaned in pain.

“S-shit Genos I’m sorry.”

“Saitama~,” Genos winked up at me and I felt my heart flutter. “How many times have we been through this?” Genos for back to his feet and moved us forward until my back hit a wall then pressed flush against my body. God he was so hot. “You don’t have to hold back with me.” He grabbed my wrists and put my hands back on his chest.

He has no shame, or self preservation at that.

Sigh, so be it.

I dip my fingers into the vents and pull him hard against my body. Genos had a small smile as he crowded my area. I heard his breath hitch against my ear as I pushed my fingers deeper into the vents on his chest. The metal was hot and scorching and white against my body, getting to a point where I worry that I won't be able to peel the lingerie of later, with sticking to me now like a second skin. That, or Genos was going to burn them off.

“Genos.” I warned as I felt the metal plates of his fingers teasing the inseam of my legs again. Genos smirked against my neck as he finally pushed a finger inside my pussy. Finally. This guy, for as serious as he appeared to be was very playful and teasing when it came to intimacy. A side of the demon cyborg only I got to se.

A second finger pushed in very abruptly and I gasped in surprised. He was getting impatient. He usually took his time with things like...well, fingering me. His fingers felt white hot and vibrating…..Vibrating?

Oh Christ.

Oh christ! His fingers are vibrating.

They’re burning and hot, and fuck, they’re vibrating

I threw my head back against the wall, briefly paying mind to the quiet splintering of plaster and exposed more of my neck for the cyborg to mark. And marked he did. It’s a good thing resilience didn’t really cover this area of my physique.

I’d never tell him it out loud, but I love to see him so possessive of me. Maybe it’s because I’ve never really had this. Regardless, the marks left will go unchecked and I’m sure I’ll get looks both in and out of hero business, no doubt Fubuki will say something, but that was all the more reason to let him do it.

Metal ben as my fingers curled. His fingers sped up and a third one was added. I tried to keep quiet and focus on the sound of Genos’ breathing, of the obscene slick noise coming from between my thighs. Tried to focus more on the feeling of inside Genos’ mechanic chest humming against my fingers, or the length of his dick inside his jeans grinding against my leg in an increasingly broken rhythm.

“S-saitama, you’re so wet~.” God, I love it when he says my name. “C-can I fuck you?” I giggle at that.

“Of course Genos.” I spread my legs further and the blonde damn near took them out from underneath me. He put my thighs over his hips and pressed me flat against the wall. I was completely pinned. I made a move to brace on of my hands against the wall or his shoulders and was stopped by the hand that wasn’t holding me up.

“Keep them there. I got you.” My face felt flush.

There was the innocuous statement that felt weirdly romantic.

I felt that indulging that masochistic desire of his might have been a mistake as he slowly breached my insides with his cock and my hands almost curled completely into fists. I could see into the casing of his chest. I opened my mouth to apologize but all that came out was a squeal as Genos dropped me down on his dick.

Fuck!

Genos decided to go with a thicker model this time around. It burned almost as much as the fingers, and god I’ll never get tired of this feeling. This burning stretch, the pain. It was so nice to feel pain, especially in this circumstance.

Genos held me there for a couple moments, during which I noticed a small warm whirring against my fingers. I pushed my fingers so deep I was able to reach the core. Tentatively, sort of out of curiousity, Genos said it was sensitive, I gently pushed it. Genos knees buckled and brought both of us tumbling down to the ground.

“G-genos? Are you ok?” His face was buried in my neck and muffled his answer.

“Genos?”

“I-it felt good. S-sensei touching t-the most sensitive p-part of my body w-while I’m inside, it’s, it’s so amazing, so, so good.” He struggled to get out.

He was breathless and panting and when he pulled back he had a lopsided grin on his face and his eyes were glowing brightly. I felt his excitement vibrate inside his chest.

I ran my fingers against the smooth ridges of the core and the reaction was violent and instantaneous. Genos hips snapped up against my ass and he moaned wantonly into the side of my neck. The metal actually stings when it slapped against my thighs.

Genos was acting different.

True, he never held back during sex, there was no need to, but with every gentle stroke of my fingers some new energy surged through Genos, some newfound strength erupted forth. I just kept pressing my fingers against it harder while he began to fuck my insides vigorously. Genos was growling and biting into my neck. I think I’m bleeding.

My grip almost slipped when Genos leaned back and pulled me by the ankles so I was now on my back. Genos smirked darkly down at me as he mounted me again. Then, then, I found out something extremely pleasant. The same vibration functions his fingers apparently had, attributed to all of his body.

I thrusted up against him when I felt the first ring of vibrations run through my pussy. I had to pull my fingers back. I couldn't contain myself and I didn't want to accidently break the core. We were already going to have another awkward meeting with the doctor, always did after sex. This doesn't dissuade Genos as he viciously fucked me with his vibrating cock. I tried to put my hands down. I won't be able to hold back at this pace, but was stopped again by Genos.

“N-no, p-ples, finger my c-core.” I bit back a low groan and tied to resist him

“G-genos I don't w-want-”

“No, it's fine, p-please. I d-dont care if you b-break me S-saitama-sensei. I’d love i-i-t if it were you. I-I want you to b-break me.” Genos panted out like a whore in heat.

This guy

This guy really had no sense of self preservation.

“F-fuck Genos.”

He picked up pace, now using his inhuman form in his benefit. Metal crooned under my hands as they curled into fists. Genos moaned in glee and the vibration coming for his cock sped up tenfold. I screamed and threw my hands out to the side, unfortunately bringing the chest casing with it, exposing the core. Genos screamed, but, but again I can't tell if it's in pleasure or not. He doesn't stop, he just keeps fucking harder and faster. And it's so good and it hurts. I’m sweaty, strained and fuck, I’ll have to wear this all the time.

The core..I...I shouldn't~~

Once Genos got completely erratic I reached up to caress the core again. Genos shouts and pins my wrists to the ground, rearing up, my legs over his shoulders now and goes at it again from a new angle. My back is starting to feel raw from being pushed moved across the floor, and fuck, so are my inside.

I’m so close, I cant, I cant, its so good. It felt like he grew wider and that brought a whole new level of stretch, and shit, shit. I need to give him something, I want us to come together. The core… I leaned up and licked a long stripe across the glowing orb. Genos screamed statically and threw his head back, his fingers splintering from their grip on my wrists as he came drtly. I followed shortly after, the force of his orgasm dragging mine violently along.

Fuck. Fuck me.

Holy shit.

It took Genos a minute to cool down. Literally. As it generally does.

I heard the very quiet almost mute whir of his systems rebooting. I also was going through a sort of cool down as well. My whole body was still twitching and spasming as I came down from one of the most intense and powerful orgasms I've had in my life.

“Core structural integrity at 90%.”

Ok, that's better than I thought it was going be. Looking at the vibrantly glowing orb in his chest I can now see the small hairline fractures and scratches on the surface.

“Sex with me is getting pretty dangerous for you huh?” Genos laugh tiredly and slumped forward more before falling completely on me.

“Careful, you don't want to mess that thing up anymore than I already have.”

“Sensei it is fine.” I glanced down to look at him incredulously. He looked utterly sated and at peace with his head laid upon my chest.

“What's the occasion?” Genos asked, thumbing the yellow fabric stretched across my body.

“Oh?” I smiled back at the blonde laying on me. “I wanted to do something nice for you Genos.”

Genos smiled brightly, almost childlike. If I wasn't already a hot mess I would’ve melted.

“I love you sensei.”

“I love you too Genos.”

I wonder what response the red one will get.

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