Defeat

"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 do." 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 again, 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 again 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."