Saitama's lips found Mizuki's, and he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with a newfound urgency. His hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her breasts, the definition of her muscles, and the smooth expanse of her stomach.
He broke the kiss and started a trail of kisses down her neck, his lips brushing against her collarbone, his tongue tasting the salt of her skin. Mizuki's breath hitched, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
Saitama's lips moved lower, capturing a nipple between them, his tongue flicking against the hard peak.
"Aaaah!!" Mizuki gasped, while her back arched, her body was pressing against his.
He switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, his hands cupping her, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. She moaned, her fingers digging into his scalp, her body writhing against his.
Saitama's lips continued their descent, kissing her stomach, her abs, each muscle tensing under his touch.
"Nnnh! Ahh yes!" Gasped Mizuki while Saitama kissed and sucked every part of her body.
He could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps.
He looked up at her, his eyes locked onto hers, a wicked smile playing on his lips. She knew what was coming, and her eyes widened in anticipation.
His lips reached her intimate zone, and he kissed her there, his tongue dipped into her folds.
"Ahhhh!" Mizuki cried out, her hips jerked again, while her hands gripped the couch cushions.
Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck!
Saitama's tongue explored her, tasting her, teasing her. He could feel her getting wetter, her body responding to his touch.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
He moved his fingers, one sliding into her, then another. She was tight, her muscles clenching around him. He started to move his fingers, his tongue continuing to tease her. Mizuki moaned, her body moving in sync with his, her hips thrusting against his face.
"Ahh Saita!! Pleaseee!!" She moaned, her words came in the middle of short gasps while her body trembled.
Saitama could feel her getting close, her body was tensing and her breath was coming in short gasps.
So, he increased his pace, his fingers moving faster, while his tongue flicked persistently against her clit.
"Ahhhhh!! Yess!!" Mizuki cried out, her body convulsing, her orgasm washing over her.
However, Saitama didn't stop, his fingers kept moving while his tongue lick all over her body through her climax.
"CUMMING!!!" She said as she finally felt all the tension that have builded up, combining into one point on her body and then finally going out.
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
She squirted all over Saitama's face.
And then…
"Gasp that was incredible." She said as her body finally relaxed, although her breath still came in soft gasps.
Saitama looked up at her, a satisfied smile on his face.
She looked back at him, her eyes filled with desire and a hint of challenge.
"Your turn," she whispered, her voice a low purr.
Saitama grinned, his hands moving to his own body, his fingers wrapping around his cock.
Schlap! Schlap! Schlap! Schlap!
He stroked himself, his eyes never leaving hers.
Meanwhile, Mizuki watched, her tongue even darted out to lick her lips.
She wanted him, wanted to feel him inside her. So, she moved, her body straddling his, while her hands guided him to her entrance.
"Shit!" Saitama groaned, while his hands gripped her hips, his cock was now pressing against her.
She lowered herself onto him, her body taking him inch by inch.
Mizuki's breath hitched as she felt the last inch of Saitama's massive cock slide into her, her body stretching to accommodate his size. "Nhhg! Fuck," she cursed, her face contorting in a mix of pain and pleasure. She could feel every inch of him, filling her completely, her insides pulsating around his thick shaft. The sensation was overwhelming, her body struggling to adjust to the sheer size of him.
Saitama groaned again, his head falling back as he felt the tightness of Mizuki's body enveloping him. His eyes were closed, his lips parted, a look of pure ecstasy etched on his face. He could feel the heat of her, the wetness, the way her muscles clenched around him. It was incredible, and he never wanted it to end.
Suddenly, everything was ready. Mizuki had taken all of him, not without consequences. A giant, visible bulge appeared on her stomach, just where her abs were, as if someone had put a trunk inside her. She looked down, her eyes widening at the sight. "Oh god," she whispered, her voice shaking. "You're... you're so big."
Saitama opened his eyes, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He reached up, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. "You can take it, can't you?" he growled, his voice low and husky. "You're my girl, and you can handle anything I give you."
Mizuki bit her lip, her eyes locked onto his. She nodded, a determined look in her eyes. "Yes," she whispered. "I can take it."
Saitama's hands moved from her hips, his fingers tracing the curves of her body, the definition of her muscles. He could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps.
So he leaned up, so then his lips captured hers in a fierce kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, while his hands roaming her body, and cupped her breasts, and even managed to squeez her ass.
"Nghhh!!" She moaned into his mouth, her body grinding against his, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles.
Saitama broke the kiss, his lips moving down her neck, his teeth nipping at her collarbone.
Mizuki's head fell back, her body arching against his. He could feel her getting wetter, her body responding to his touch.
And then, he finally moved his hips, his cock slided in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster and harder.
"Ahhh!! Yessss!!" Mizuki cried out, her hands were gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
He could feel her muscles clenching around him, whie her body kept moving in sync with his.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
The room filled with the sound of their bodies coming together, the wet slap of skin against skin, the soft moans and gasps.
Saitama's hands moved to her ass, his fingers gripping her cheeks, pulling her closer, pushing her down onto his cock.
"Hnnghh!!"
Mizuki's body tensed, her muscles clenching around him, her first orgasm building.
"Come for me, Mizuki," Saitama growled, his voice a low rumble. "Come all over my cock."
Mizuki's body convulsed, her orgasm washing over her. She cried out while her body shaked, her muscles, those were clenching around Saitama's cock.
Saitama's hips continued to pound into Mizuki, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove his cock deeper into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of their desire. Mizuki's cries of pleasure and pain were music to Saitama's ears, each one driving him to thrust harder, faster.
"Fuck, you're tight," Saitama groaned, his voice a low rumble. "You take my cock so fucking well, slut." His hips flexed, and he angled his cock to hit her just right, eliciting a loud shriek from Mizuki. She heaved, her body struggling to adapt to the relentless onslaught. She was a heroine and an athlete, and she could take this. She would recover.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
But a few more thrusts and Mizuki threw her head back again, with tears streaming down her face. "N-not anymore," she sobbed, her voice cracking with pleasure. "Shiiit!! This cockkkk...thiiiiis cooocckkk..." Every elongated syllable came from a thrust, her body convulsing with each one. And then it happened what she thought impossible, another near-instant climax.
Saitama laughed, his body slick with sweat.
SLAP!
He smacked her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. "Say it again," he demanded, pounding into her even harder. "Tell me who owns this pussy."
"You do!" Mizuki screamed, her body convulsing as she came hard around his cock again.
"IT'S YOURS, SAITA! YOUR PUSSY! I BELONG TO YOUUU!!! YOUR COCKKK!!!" Her body trembled, her muscles clenching around Saitama's cock, milking him.
He groaned, his own orgasm building. He could feel her, her heat, her wetness, her muscles clenching around him, and it was incredible. He could feel it, the heat, the pressure, the release.
He thrust into her one last time, his cock pulsing, his body shuddering as he came, filling her with his seed.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in soft gasps. The sheets clung to their skin with the warmth of shared heat, Mizuki's head resting on Saitama's chest as his arm circled lazily around her waist.
Saitama looked up at Mizuki, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"That—that… that was…" Mizuki tried to say, her voice trembling as her lungs struggled to catch up. Words, however, betrayed her—her body was still quivering, waves of aftershocks making her muscles tighten and release without her permission.
"Incredible," said Saitama with a smug tone, the kind of self-satisfaction that could only come from someone who knew he was right.
Mizuki immediately puffed her cheeks, swatting his chest lightly with her palm, though it was far from a serious hit. "Well yes, but you could be a little more humble."
Saitama chuckled, the sound rumbling beneath her ear. "Why? Being humble won't make what just happened any less true."
Her cheeks burned crimson as she glared up at him, but her pout was quickly betrayed by a smile tugging at her lips. "You're impossible. Absolutely impossible."
"And yet," he said, tilting his head to look at her with a sly grin, "you don't seem too upset about it."
Mizuki groaned, hiding her face against his chest to shield herself from his teasing expression. "Don't push it…" she muttered, though her muffled voice carried laughter underneath.
For a moment, silence returned, broken only by their slowing breaths and the faint hum of the city outside her window. Mizuki's hand traced small, absentminded patterns along his side, her body slowly relaxing against him.
"…You know," she whispered after a pause, "I never thought I'd end up with someone like you."
Saitama raised an eyebrow, his tone light but curious. "Is that a compliment or an insult?"
She lifted her head just enough to meet his eyes, her lips curving in a soft smile. "A little of both."
He smirked, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her forehead. "I'll take it."
Her heart fluttered at the gesture, and she nestled closer, her earlier irritation fading into warmth. Despite his teasing, despite his smugness, Mizuki couldn't deny the sense of safety that wrapped around her whenever she was with him.
"…Just don't go thinking you've 'won' anything, Saitama," she said suddenly, narrowing her eyes at him with mock seriousness. "Because next time, I'm setting the pace."
Saitama snorted, amused, tightening his arm around her. "Looking forward to it."
Burrr!
Suddenly, Saitama's cellphone vibrated. The sharp buzz broke the quiet rhythm of their post-intimacy silence. He groaned, rolling over and stretching his arm toward the floor. His discarded pants lay crumpled by the bedside. With a reluctant sigh, he slipped out of bed, padded over, fished the phone from the pocket, and climbed back under the sheets beside Mizuki.
"What is it?" Mizuki asked curiously, propping herself up on one elbow. Her hair was a little messy, falling over her shoulder, but her eyes were sharp with interest.
"Nothing too big," Saitama said, flicking his thumb across the screen. "The Association texted me. Apparently, they want me there tomorrow—they're summoning me and other S-Class hero for a secret meeting, they didn't tell me much more so I have a theory they want to do another S-Class meeting."
"Again?" Mizuki blinked, tilting her head. "I thought they already had one when… well, when the aliens attacked."
"Yeah," Saitama replied, tossing the phone onto the nightstand with a careless flick. "But that meeting was interrupted. By Boros."
"Ohhhh!" Mizuki's expression shifted into realization, though her brows quickly furrowed again. She pulled the sheet up to her collarbones, tucking it around herself like a cocoon. "That makes sense." She paused, hesitating. "However, Saita…"
"Hmph?" he mumbled, his head turning lazily toward her, though his gaze was steady.
"Who is Boros?" she asked softly.
Saitama blinked, his mind briefly going blank. Oh yeah… I never told her that part, did I? When I explained what happened that day in A-City, I skipped over Boros entirely.
He scratched the back of his neck, looking oddly sheepish. "Right. Uh… Boros was the boss of the aliens. The guy leading that whole invasion."
Mizuki's eyes widened, her lips parting slightly. "The boss? You mean there was someone behind all of it, and you never told me?"
"Yeah, I guess I forgot." He shrugged, but his voice carried a weight, more serious than his usual tone. "Boros wasn't… ordinary. He was strong. Honestly, maybe the strongest opponent I've ever fought."
Her fingers tightened around the sheet, knuckles paling. "Stronger than the monsters you've crushed with one punch?"
"Much stronger," Saitama admitted, his eyes narrowing as if recalling the battle. "He could regenerate, adapt… and his energy blasts were destructive enough to wipe out cities. If I hadn't been there, the world might not have stood a chance."
Mizuki's breath caught, her chest rising and falling. She looked at him in awe, then slowly lowered her eyes. "And you fought him alone? Nobody else even saw him, right?"
"Not exactly, Tatsumaki fought before me, but in short words, pretty much. I handled him because he was too strong after all, if the other heroes tried to fight him, they would have perished. It was just me and him in other words." Saitama's tone softened, and he leaned closer, brushing his fingers along her hair. "But don't worry. I handled it."
Mizuki studied his face, her heart beating faster—not out of fear, but from the calm certainty radiating from him. "Handled it… you mean you defeated him."
Saitama chuckled, a little smug. "Yeah. Even Boros couldn't keep up forever. But… he was the first one who ever pushed me. The first who made me feel like I wasn't just going through the motions."
There was a pause. Mizuki reached out, her hand brushing his chest. "You risked everything… and you don't even talk about it unless someone asks." Her voice trembled with a mix of frustration and admiration. "You're unbelievable."
Saitama tilted his head, giving her that small, almost boyish smile. "Maybe. Or maybe I just don't like bragging." He tapped her nose gently, disarming her intensity.
Mizuki let out a breath, half a laugh, half a sigh. "You're frustrating, you know that? You carry the weight of the world, and you act like it's no big deal."
"Well…" He shifted back under the covers, pulling her close again. "As long as the people I care about are safe, that's enough. I don't need the rest of the world patting me on the back."
Her cheeks warmed, but she didn't look away. Instead, she nestled against his chest, closing her eyes. "You're impossible, Saita."
"Yeah," he murmured, resting his chin on her head. "But I'm your impossible."
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