The Sex Disciple (One Punch Man) (Patreon)

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Themes: Rough Sex, Fucked Silly, Anal Sex

Summary: Inspired by this image. Refusing to let a gem like Saitama slip through her fingers, Fubuki decides that the only way to get him into Blizzard is to challenge him in the one arena where she's SURE she's his better. After all, a man like Saitama must have absolutely no sexual stamina or experience to speak of... right? Right?! 

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She’d planned it out perfectly. And it wasn’t easy either, making sure that Saitama would be alone when she finally made her move. She’d skulked around like a villain, having her minions in The Blizzard Group do the work to make it all happen. All she needed was a window of opportunity… and now she had one.

Stalking up to Saitama’s door, Fubuki, aka the Blizzard of Hell, uses her psychic powers to… knock calmly, not wanting to startle the man inside. As much as Fubuki’s instincts might have screamed at her to tear the door of its hinges and make a dramatic entrance, she knew better at this point.

Her first time coming here to this place in the abandoned and condemned part of Z-City had been a disaster by all counts, but she’d still count it as a success for one reason and one reason only. Well, two reasons. One, she’d managed to escape with her life and her reputation largely intact. Two, and more importantly to her, much to her own surprise, was that she’d come away with knowledge of an S-Class Hero masquerading as a B-Class.

And the best part was, Saitama didn’t even seem to understand that he was masquerading in the first place. The man, overwhelmingly powerful and surrounded by S-Classes like Genos and King, was seemingly also simple in the head. Pah, who in their right mind would be ‘A Hero for Fun’? Honestly?!

At the same time though, Fubuki couldn’t deny… his power. There was a reason Genos considered Saitama his sensei. There was a reason King was Saitama’s contemporary. Fubuki had gotten a first row seat to those reasons the last time she was in the area. Saitama was not normal. He was a freak, an overpowered buffoon who had no place in the B-Ranks.

And yet… Fubuki still wanted him. She wanted him in the Blizzard Group so that she could say he’d started out with her and her people, before advancing to the top where he belonged. He was obviously S-Rank material already, and if that meant he would only get more powerful… maybe he would be strong enough to ascend even higher than S-Rank. If he was a hidden S-Rank in the B-Ranks… could he one day become an SS-Rank?

Her inner monologuing is suddenly broken up by the door of Saitama’s apartment opening. The bald man is standing on the other side of the door looking at her blankly, still dressed in his pajamas.

“Huh? What is it?”

Trusting her presence to do the fighting here, because she already knew her psychic abilities weren’t up to the task, Fubuki tries to take a step forward. Luckily, Saitama steps aside, because she knows she couldn’t force him aside, not if he didn’t want her to. Still, exuding an aura of supreme confidence, the Blizzard of Hell sniffs haughtily as she discards her furred jacket and tosses it over the back of a nearby chair before spinning to face Saitama, now stood in the middle of the room.

“I’m here to offer you a deal you can’t refuse!”

Blinking, Saitama cocks his head to the side.

“I already said I’m not joining your group.”

Smirking easily, Fubuki puts a hand to her chest and nods.

“Yes, you did say as much… but I believe your decision was a rash one, made without all of the proper knowledge! After all, you did not know that if you agree to join the Blizzard Group as my personal right hand man… you can have ME!”

Suddenly turning the hand on her chest into a grasp, Fubuki pulls harshly and with the use of her psychic abilities creating a thousand different micro tears in her dress at once, she easily rips her own clothing off her body, pulling the dark-green garment away as it shreds easily, and exposing her naked, voluptuous, curvaceous figure in its entirety. She’s wearing neither bra nor panties under her dress… it’s just her, au natural~

Sliding her hands up and down her body, Fubuki smirks as she cups her tits, giving Saitama a sultry smile.

“So, you see… you should really reconsider. Though, not to worry. I am a generous leader, and I am more than willing to prove it to you. Today will be, shall we say… a test run. You don’t have to immediately join the Blizzard Group… to take advantage of my offer.”

Saitama is just standing there, so Fubuki saunters over to him, swaying and sashaying her hips as she licks her lips. Despite making every effort to avoid advancing into the A-Ranks, despite doing everything in her considerable power to stay in her lane… there’s no denying that Fubuki has an inferiority complex a mile wide thanks to her much more powerful sister, Tatsumaki. She didn’t like to lose… and maybe part of her imagined that beating Saitama in this arena at least, would give her the satisfaction she craved.

Dropping into a crouch in front of him, Fubuki uses her psychic powers to cradle his junk through his pajamas, feeling out the length of his cock. While she pauses for a moment in disbelief at the sheer size, Fubuki nevertheless rallies quickly, the Blizzard of Hell smiling up at the bald superhero with a wide grin.

“So… what do you say?”

-x-X-x-

“Oh! Oh, oh, OH!”

With a squeal, Fubuki cums again on Saitama’s cock, her pussy juices squirting all over his rock hard abs as he thrusts up into her from below. It’s taking every bit of her power to hold on for dear life. This was NOT how things were supposed to go!

It had all started out so well. In her crouched position, with Saitama staring blankly down at her, Fubuki had felt like she had the upper hand. So, she’d taken his cock out and began sucking it. The entire time, Saitama hadn’t seemed sure what to do… but his lack of reaction had started to get to her. She wasn’t one to fellate many men, or really any men… it was like he didn’t understand what a big deal it was.

She’d even tried wrapping her breasts around his dick and suckling at just the tip to really get to him, but beyond his cock throbbing and pulsating, there’d been nothing. And so Fubuki had, perhaps foolishly, decided to move onto the next act earlier than intended.

She had initially expected to make Saitama cum with her mouth, to lay down the law and show him who was boss in their new sexualized relationship. Then, she would ‘let him’ fuck her, if she decided he was ‘worthy’. Instead of that happening, Fubuki had told Saitama to lay down and climbed aboard before ever making him cum. She’d taken his large, spit-polished cock and both hands and she’d impaled herself upon it.

This proved to be a mistake, because… because Saitama was not only well-endowed, but once he was inside of her, he began moving. Short thrusts at first, almost instinctive, but they were picking up speed as time went on. Fubuki… Fubuki couldn’t quite keep up. Her psychic abilities were helping, but not entirely. She was slowly but surely losing this battle somehow.

“Y-You’re so big! You’re filling up my insides with your c-cock!”

“Is that a good thing?”

“YES! You big dicked bastard, YES it’s a good thing!”

Cocking his head to the side quizzically, Saitama hums for a moment… and then nods decisively. A moment later, he redoubles his face, jackhammering up into her from below. She was supposed to be in control, being on top and everything. Instead, Fubuki’s tits are practically flying up into her face with the speed she’s being power-fucked from below with. It’s like riding a bucking bronco, except Fubuki could use her psychic abilities to calm such a creature down!

She can’t do anything to stop Saitama. He’s a fucking Force of Nature, and while she’d known that she’d hoped that his obvious inexperience with all things sexual would be… enough to give her the edge she needed. Gods, what a fool she’d been. Unfortunately, she was in too deep to back out now. It felt too fucking good.

With a yelp, Fubuki cums AGAIN, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head as her hair, now sweaty and stringy, drapes across her face. She tries to hold on, really, she does, but it’s so hard… her legs are starting to give out on her. Her pussy clenches and squeezes down on his cock, but she can barely feel anything below the waist. It’s like he’s fucked her numb.

“Shooooo g-goooood~”

“Should I fill you up more? Should I fill you up all the way?”

“W-Wha-? D-Don’t ask like that! J-Just do it!”

“Ok.”

A moment later, and his impossibly powerful hands are on her hips, dragging her down his cock further than she had thought possible. He FILLS her with his dick and Fubuki loses it… only to squeal as she feels him cumming inside of her a moment later. That was what he meant by fill her up more, she absently thinks even as her mind EXPLODES with pleasure.

Even his orgasms are enough to prompt her to cum her brains out, and Fubuki shrieks as her entire body shakes and spasms. The onslaught of thick, white, sticky substance into her womb is… beyond this world.

Of course, just as she’s collapsing, Saitama suddenly moves and Fubuki finds herself moved with him, abruptly standing and leaning against the wall, pressed up against it in a way that smooshes her tits and leaves her ass jutting out and her hips still in Saitama’s grasp.

“All the way, right?”

Was that… was t-that a hint of TEASING she heard in Saitama’s voice? S-Surely not? Surely, she hadn’t been so thoroughly bamboozled and t-tricked!

And yet, the presence of his cock, suddenly at her back door… Fubuki’s breath hitches and she whimpers, wiggling in his grasp but not quite resisting. He was going to fuck her in the ass. She had… actually, she had prepared for this eventuality. It had been something she thought had a very small chance of happening, but Fubuki was nothing if not prepared for every contingency! She’d used her own abilities to loosen up her asshole the night before just in case, making sure she was very clean back there.

Of course, she hadn’t thought that it would happen like this. As Saitama’s cock slides into her ass, as he takes her silence as permission, Fubuki squeaks and her already incredibly weak jelly-like legs give out on her entirely.

As she begins to slump down the wall, Saitama catches her, and the next thing she knows she’s held aloft in the air. Her legs are folded up against her body, the bald hero’s powerfully built arms up under them, and his hands laced through her hair behind her head. The full nelson, because that’s what it is, only registers with Fubuki for a moment before she’s dropped back down onto Saitama’s thick cock, her anus impaled upon his member right then and there in a standing full nelson fuck.

The voluptuous Blizzard of Hell squeals like a stuck pig, her entire body shaking and trembling in Saitama’s grasp as he begins to bounce her up and down on his dick again. However, though she thought it impossible, THIS time is more humiliating than the first. She can’t fathom how badly her plan to bring Saitama to her side has backfired on her. She was… she was a fool. All that talk about remaining as the number one B-Rank, all that talk about staying in her lane and avoiding the terrifying monsters in the A-Ranks and above… and yet, here she was, consorting with the greatest monster of them all.

None of them knew it… not even Genos or King, she was sure. How could they. They were them and she was her. Only she, the foolish little heroine who had dared to awaken the Beast lying within Saitama’s soul, knew the truth. He was a sexual FIEND!

Of course, as he bounces her up and down on his cock, fucking her ass just as hard as he fucked her cunt, Fubuki’s eyes are fully rolled up in her head, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Only a very organized mind and her psychic abilities allow herself to keep a small corner of her mind intact and her thoughts coherent while she’s ahegaoing from the full nelson, her anus tightening and clenching on Saitama’s throbbing, rock-hard dick, her pussy squirting juices and cum in equal measures all over the bald man’s floor.

Her body is surrendering to him… and so is her mind. She’s not sure she’ll be able to live without him after this. Rather than her original plan, which was to make it so that Saitama couldn’t survive without her, the opposite had happened! She was supposed to have him wrapped around her finger by the end of all of this! Instead, she was wrapped around his cock and had just given him all three of her holes f-for nothing!

As he slams her down one final time, Fubuki shudders as she feels him seeding her bowels just as he did her womb. He creampies her back door as well, with his thick, hot cum drooling out of both of her lower orifices. She can see it as she looks down at herself, folded up and lifted free of his cock at last. And she knows… she knows there’s no going back anymore.

-x-X-x-

A few minutes later, Fubuki prostrates herself before a cross-legged, still naked Saitama, her hands pressed palm down to the floor and her forehead pressed to the top of her hands. His seed still exudes from her cunt and ass as her hips are lifted slightly in the air.

“P-Please, Master Saitama… you have conquered me, mind, body, and soul. Please take me as your disciple in all things sex.”

Saitama places a hand on his chin consideringly… before narrowing his eyes at her.

“You just want me to keep fucking you.”

Fubuki can do nothing but freeze in panic. He’s seen through her again so quickly!

“… But I suppose it was fun. So, sure.”

Ah, but he had agreed anyways. Truly… truly Master Saitama was merciful…

“You have to work on your oral technique though. Honestly, you really don’t know what to do with your mouth. You’re lucky your body makes up for your lack of experience in that arena.”

“… Y-Yes Master.”

Lifting herself up onto her hands and knees, Fubuki crawls forward and takes ahold of Saitama’s cock. He blinks in surprise for a moment, before grinning and nodding his assent. Lowering her mouth onto his dick, Fubuki begins her training… as the Hero For Fun’s Sex Disciple.