Sweet and Spicy Saigenos Stories

Warning! Leakage May Occur.

Genos had been doing obscene things for about a month now.

At first it was just an upgrade from Dr. Kuseno, his more organic alternative to balancing the cyborgs brain chemicals. It didn't seem too bad, but Genos was against it. He didn't feel the need to stimulate himself sexually, so the sensitivity and pressure didn't sway him. The Doctor insisted though, so he put up with it.

A month had gone by of Genos giving himself sexual release via a nob located where organic parts should be. The next step of the plan was to adjust him to an actual part insert. When the insertion was completed, Genos was expected to be able to release himself in a continuous way without the turning of a nob. The primary function of the part worked perfectly as well, balancing Genos in a good way.

It was at this exact moment that Genos was regretting the part. He was making tea, his sensei in the living room playing some video game. The kettle was on and everything was fine, that is until his lower half began to tingle, and his insides wet. It seeped down to soak into the black jeans he was wearing, causing Genos to shudder.

'This cannot be happening now. Is it malfunctioning?' He bit his lower lip and peeked at his teacher, who wasn't even close to paying attention to anything else. This was a relief, because if Saitama saw his soaking pants. Genos was sure he'd have to self-destruct right then and there.

The blonde began to tug at the bottom of his jeans to maybe stop the friction, but he accidentally rubbed against his entrance and moaned softly, knees feeling weak from pleasure.

The tips of his ears and nose were glowing an orangish/red, and he pressed against the fabric hard. The pressure felt good, his pants soaking more than they already were. The slight panic of his sensei being only a few feet away was creating an intense anticipation for being caught, which sent the rest of his face to glow.

"..haahh...." Genos breathed out steam, rubbing his finger back and forth at a continuous pace. The stimulation was building up slowly and sweetly, his fingers and body twitching. It kept building up and up and up and up until at the point of climax, he dug his finger in a little and moaned loudly, luckily blocked out by the sound of the steam escaping from the kettle.

Genos stood there and twitched for a few seconds, unable to move but just breathe heavily, as if that would help him recover. He only took the kettle off the stove when Saitama called out his name, wondering if he was spacing out. The blonde straightened himself out and continued to make tea, steaming the entire time and glowing bright red. The bald hero noticed, but he didn't comment on it, only thanked him for the tea and turned back to his game.

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This incident happened a few more times, Genos finding that each one morphed into fantasies about his sensei more and more. He already had feelings for his sensei, so it moved into more than just thinking about him, but wanting him in more ways than one. Soon he couldn't even get off without imagining Saitama.
He felt so guilty about it, and blushed whenever he saw the other. It was starting to get to Saitama, and then finally one day it all came to a head.

That day, fate had decided to take things in a new direction. That day, Genos fought a slime monster in the city and came home covered in it, only to find that Saitama had set the oven on fire. The thing he used to put out the flames were Genos's pants, which meant they were burned and ruined. He apologized profusely and Genos waved it.off, saying he could get more another time.

But these circumstances led to Genos taking a bath and putting on his clean clothes, aka, just a big shirt. His only non-destroyed pants were in the wash, so Genos tied his pink apron to hide his lower-half a little more, even though the shirt came down far. The S-class hero stood in the kitchen preparing dinner when his sensei came back from the store, walking in.

"Good news! I got all of the leeks in the store for only 250 yen. We're stocked." Saitama put the leeks down and paused, assessing his disciples new attire.

"Man I'm sorry you don't have any pants. Are you sure you can't fit into mine?"

Genos shook his head, "No sensei, they keep sliding off. Thank you for offering though." He couldn't imagine wearing his sensei's pants. They would have been drenched by the time he stopped wearing them.

Saitama looked put down by this but kept it quiet, putting the new food away and peeking at whatever the cyborg was making. "Soba noodles? Nice. I've been craving that." He gave the male a thumbs-up before moving to the fridge to rummage.

Genos watched him bend over and began to steam, flustered at the beautiful curves of his teachers butt. He had to completely focus on his cooking or else this would take a bad turn.

Too late.

Genos began to think of Saitama more, making up more fantasies in his mind. It was getting him warmed up and the male fidgeted a little more, rubbing his thighs together. His hands were shaking with the cutting of the vegetables.

He imagined his sensei pushing him against a wall, tugging on those blonde locks. He'd whisper his name into Genos's ear, making the boy moan and squirm under his grasp.

"Genos..."

He'd slide his hand along the front of Genos's chest, inching down towards their destination, the source of his heat.

"Genos."

Slowly his fingers would slip inside, making the blonde gasp and writhe where he stood, moaning his sensei's name loudly with pleasure.

"GENOS!"

Genos snapped out of his fantasy, turning around to see his Sensei, who was a little red in the face.

Genos was blushing hard, his insides squeezing in occasional pulses from his arousal.

"You... you're leaking.." Saitama nodded down to his disciples legs, diverting Genos's attention to the spot he was feeling most. A sticky and wet substance was dripping out and down his thighs, making small drops on the floorboards. Genos pulled his shirt down in a weak attempt to hide it more and steam began to pour out all around him, showing how embarrassed he was. "S-Sensei, I-I..!" The words wouldn't come out, but he didn't know what to say either.

Saitama was blushing as well, but he kept looking. "Is that... you know.."

Genos covered his face with his arm, nodding with absolute shame.

"....huh." Saitama took a step forwards and dropped down to one knee, lifting Genos's leg up to rest on his shoulder. The boy gasped in surprise, looking down at him. He wasn't given time to react before he felt a wet tongue on the slip of his warmth, his eyes widening.

The pleasure was instantly better than anything he had done to himself. Saitamas tongue was a different texture, and it began to lick and swirl around the area slowly.

"S-S-Sensei!!" He grasped onto the edge of the counter behind him, watching while breathing heavily and blushing bright red. His body was trembling badly at this point, and he moaned softly for the other. "Mm-mmmhnnnh~!"