Not Complaining (One Punch Man) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Rough Sex

Summary: Based on this image. He never would have thought that he'd attract the attention of Tatsumaki of all people, not in a million years. He was nobody, a minor cog in the Hero Association who helped her out a time or two. But apparently that makes him perfect for her to take care of some of her womanly needs. Of course, they can't just do it anywhere... they have to do it clandestinely. But then, wouldn't it be better to do it indoors? He's starting to think Tatsumaki has an exhibitionist kink.

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As he sits there in the dark, Hotaro wondered, not for the first time, how he’d gotten into this mess. Really, when he’d gotten that job at the Hero Association, he’d thought maybe he finally had it made. They even gave him quarters in the Hero Association HQ itself! And sure, that let them call him in on his scant few days off of course… but at the same time, it meant he was as safe as humanly possible from the monsters that were constantly blowing up cities out there and turning the world into a very unsafe place.

After all, there was always a couple of S-Class Heroes lounging around HQ, to say nothing of the numerous A-Classes and B-Classes, along with C-Classes and even aspiring Hero Potentials who were there for evaluation. So even if the unthinkable did happen and a monster attacked the Hero Association, the likelihood of them being able to do much damage before they were put down would be next to none.

Really, even though he was nobody special and merely a cog in the Hero Association, just being hired had left Hotaro feeling like a million bucks. Maybe that was why he’d found himself singled out by the Tornado of Terror herself, Tatsumaki. The Rank 2 S-Class Hero had showed up out of nowhere one day, looked him up and down for a long moment, and said ‘you’ll do’ before whisking him off to do unmentionable, thoroughly enjoyable things to him!

Hotaro wasn’t complaining of course… but he had to admit, even now he was a little afraid of her. Not for her power or her ability to kill him with a single thought… but rather, because of her predilections.

Feeling himself landing, Hotaro is ready when the ball of stuff that Tatsumaki has wrapped around him suddenly collapses, leaving him sitting on the ground. Slowly, the young man stands up, looking around himself. It would seem they’re in a back alleyway, surrounded on almost all sides. There’s a large wooden fence between them and the main street if what Hotaro is hearing is correct.

And of course, finally, there’s Tatsumaki herself, standing there with a scowl on her face and her arms crossed over her chest.

“W-Well? What are you waiting for?”

Ah, right. Swallowing thickly, Hotaro reaches down and quickly unbuckles his belt. Then, he unbuttons and unzips his pants, before reaching in and fishing out his cock. Once it’s out in the open air, he gasps, feeling as Tatsumaki reaches out with her psychic abilities and begins to fondle him with literally nothing but her thoughts.

This was the only issue with their relationship. She insisted they couldn’t go public… which truth be told, was fine with Hotaro. If he was known gas the Tornado of Terror’s boyfriend, or even as her boytoy, then he’d probably be kidnapped or killed within days. There was no doubt about that.

However, she also insisted that they couldn’t just fuck in his quarters or at her place. Because what if someone saw them? And also, they weren’t allowed to go to a hotel either… because again, what if someone say them?

Instead, Tatsumaki insisted on covering him up with stuff, whether it’s debris or rock or garbage or metal, and floating him along beside her to a secluded area away from HQ. To be fair, it’s a pretty solid plan. If they saw the Tornado of Terror flying along with a man held in her telepathic grasp, then people were bound to ask questions.

But seeing Tatsumaki flying along with a ball of stuff… well, that was pretty normal actually. She might be taking a ball of stuff with her to fight some monster. Or maybe even she had a monster contained in the ball of stuff and was steadily squeezing the life out of them. Basically, Tatsumaki and Hotaro being seen together was a problem, but Tatsumaki and her ‘ball of stuff’ wouldn’t have anyone so much as batting an eye.

Still… even as he tries his best to stifle groans from the pleasurable experience of a ‘mindjob’ from Tatsumaki, Hotaro has to admit… he’s starting to think that Tatsumaki might be a little bit of an exhibitionist. It feels like every time they go out, she gets a little more adventurous. This is definitely the closest they’ve ever been to a busy street before, for instance.

Even if nobody can really look over the top of the tall fence and see them, they still might hear them. Hotaro does his best to hold in his voice, to hide his pleasure. This only causes Tatsumaki to stomp up to him though, arms still crossed over her chest as she glares at him. It probably says something about how fucked up in the head he is that he finds her glare cute rather than terrifying.

“I see. So just this isn’t enough, huh? I bet you want my mouth as well, don’t you? Ungrateful cretin.”

Hotaro doesn’t take it personally. Tatsumaki always talks like this. Even when they were fucking for the first time, with her bouncing up and down on his cock, it had been all ‘you don’t deserve this’ and ‘be grateful, bastard, this is just one time’.

He’d taken her words to heart back then, but then she’d kept coming back for more and these days it was all but impossible to take her that seriously. Instead, Hotaro just smiles and shrugs.

“If you’re offering, Tornado.”

Tatsumaki puffs her cheeks outward at that… before finally leaning forward. Due to her short nature, the green-haired woman doesn’t even have to get down on her knees. She doesn’t even uncross her arms from over her flat chest in fact. Instead, the incredibly powerful S-Class Hero bends over, her ass jutting up in the air as she opens her mouth and takes Hotaro past her lips.

Her mouth and tongue, combined with her psychic abilities… shit, he doesn’t stand a chance. It won’t be long now, and Hotaro doesn’t even try to resist the combined efforts as his balls churn and his cock pulses. Instead, he enjoys the show. Not just Tatsumaki looking up at him the entire time as she bobs up and down on his cock, but also the way her ass shifts from side to side while she works.

There’s simply no denying it… her ass is her best feature. At least when it comes to those sorts of body parts. Tatsumaki is a full-grown woman, but she’s not very well-blessed in the tits department. Her breasts are as ‘smol’ as her height. But her ass… her ass is to die for. Her ass is the perfectly sculpted ass of a goddess and Hotaro has never once minded worshipping at its altar.

In the end, he can’t hold back. Not with her subconsciously wiggling her ass so much. With a lustful growl, he reaches forward and claps both of his hands down upon Tatsumaki’s cheeks. Her black dress still covers her jutting bottom of course, but he doesn’t care. He gropes, squeezes, and kneads her buttocks through her clothing, groaning as she squeals up and down his cock in surprise.

This might be the moment he dies for finally overstepping his bounds… but if he does, then Hotaro doesn’t care. Totally worth it. Except, that doesn’t happen. While Tatsumaki is certainly caught off guard by his antics, she doesn’t twist him into a pretzel with her mind. Instead, she continues to suck his cock, albeit a lot deeper now that he’s palming her ass, squeezing it, and pulling it towards him.

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

The Tornado of Terror is gagging on his dick while he kneads her perfectly sculpted ass cheeks. Hotaro can officially die a happy man, he decides in that moment. Instead…

“A-Ah! Madam Tornado… I’m going to cum!”

At least he’s smart enough to warn her that he’s cumming. Which is good, because Tatsumaki does not swallow his seed like a good little bitch like all of the hentai doujins and porn fics he’s read would imply she should. Instead, she finally uses her psychic powers to pull him off of her. His hands leave her ass while she pulls back from his cock.

But at the same time, the pressure from her mind redoubles along his shaft, as well as invisibly fondling his balls. Shuddering, Hotaro tips over the edge despite losing her perfect posterior and the feel of her lips wrapped around his dick. He cums and cums, groaning as he tosses his head back and closes his eyes for a moment.

Then, before he knows it, it’s over. As he slowly comes down with post-nut clarity, Hotaro looks… and blinks, seeing his load of seed floating in midair under Tatsumaki’s control. For a moment he thinks she might do something gross with it… but instead she just brings it up to her face, eyeing it for a second before sticking her tongue into it and licking up a dollop.

That’s not gross at all… that’s actually kind of hot. His load is suspended by Tatsumaki’s mind, and she’s treating it like a snowcone, lapping away at it as he watches. To say Hotaro doesn’t stay soft for long would be an understatement. He’s rock hard again in no time at all, seeing a gorgeous thing like that.

When Tatsumaki notices this, she looks at him and blushes lightly for a moment.

“Hmph. Very well then.”

Turning away from him, she walks over to the large wooden fence and plants her hands on it, bending over and thrusting out her ass in his direction. The glob of his cum follows her, supposedly so she can continue snacking on it, Hotaro thinks in a daze. And as if it couldn’t get any hotter, Tatsumaki then uses her mind to flip up the back of her dress, revealing a gorgeous set of black lacy underwear that slides perfectly up into the crack of her absurdly gorgeous ass.

Mouth suddenly dry, Hotaro stares for a moment… before suddenly he’s sliding across the ground, right up behind her.

“Don’t keep me waiting…”

Honestly, he doesn’t need any more encouragement than that. His thumbs hook into Tatsumaki’s panties and he yanks them down to her knees. Then, grabbing her by her ass cheeks, now bared before him, he guides his twitching cock in between her thicc thighs and up to her dripping, drooling cunt.

The Tornado of Terror moans softly as Hotaro sinks into her from behind. At the same time, she’s still licking his cum out of the small glob of seed floating in front of her face. Shuddering as he finds her to be just as tight as she always is, Hotaro starts off slow, taking his time with thrust after thrust… but of course, he can’t hold back for long.

Who could? This sexy fucking bitch, with her sexy ass and her amazing psychic powers and her gorgeous body… is basically asking to be fucked rough and hard. Even if there are people and cars right on the other side of the fence, Hotaro doesn’t think he could have held back. And really, if Tatsumaki wanted him to hold back, she would have just made him.

Instead, he begins to thrust forward faster and faster by the moment. His cock, spit-polished by Tatsumaki’s mouth and tongue, drives deep inside of her cunt, filling her to the brim. His hands start on her perfect ass, but the more he fills her with his dick, the more he has to transition his grip to her hips and then her waist.

Until somehow, at some point, he finds himself holding Tatsumaki off the ground entirely. Still planting her hands on the wall, Tatsumaki’s feet are now dangling… no, Hotaro realizes, they’re floating. She’s using her psychic powers to basically float herself upwards so he can fuck her harder and deeper without having to bend his knees quite so much. This allows him to put more power into his thrusts as he fucks her harder and faster from behind.

Fuck, she’s just so hot. He must be the luckiest man alive, to be the Tornado of Terror’s boytoy. Frankly, he doesn’t care if they get caught… and neither does Tatsumaki. She’s moaning, squealing, and crying out at the top of her lungs as he fucks her against the fence. All the while, Hotaro is grunting and groaning. As for the sounds their bodies are making…

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He’s turning her ass red with just the impact of his crotch into her butt cheeks. Clapping her buttocks while fucking her incredibly tight, sopping wet pussy, Hotaro groans all the louder as he feels himself getting closer and closer to the end. There’s just no way they can’t be heard at this point. Someone on the other side of the fence must be able to hear what’s going on, right?

But in the end, it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t care anymore. With one last growled groan, Hotaro unloads inside of Tatsumaki. She squeals in response, thrusting her hips back into his cock as floating toes curl down below. Hotaro shudders as he fills and fills the half-pint psychic with his cum. He’s imagining her taking it out of herself later with her mind and slurping it down, just like she did his first load.

Finally though, it’s over. His balls have literally been wrung dry, with Tatsumaki’s invisible ‘touch’ working over time to massage every last drop of seed from them. Tatsumaki herself is panting but still clearly more than cognizant, because her psychic abilities haven’t even lapsed once. Pulling out of her, Hotaro almost expects someone to come looking to see what all that noise was. Certainly, they should have been caught out by now.

… But nobody shows up, so he just tucks his dick away.

“Let’s get back.”

Nodding, he lets Tatsumaki wrap him up in the ball again after she fixes up her clothing, pulling her panties back into place and smoothing down her dress. Then, they both rise up into the air. There’s a small crack that he can see out of this time however… and to his surprise, as they pass over the fence, there’s no sign that anyone heard a thing. Everyone is still going about their days, and though a couple of people notice Tatsumaki, nobody seems to have any idea what just happened.

How can that be? Ah… wait… finally, Hotaro gets it. Tatsumaki was using her powers to create a sphere of contained wind around them so that nobody on the other side of the fence could hear them. The noise was all being contained to just the two of them. Clever, if still pretty risky. But hey, he’s not complaining.

Nope, not complaining one bit…