One Punch Man Oneshots

Saitama X Fan! Reader

Y/n's Pov-

I followed him, fairly far away. It seemed he hadn't noticed me, but you never know, he was a powerful hero.

Saitama led me to a small alleyway, his grocery bags in hand. He had bought apples, udon noodles, tons of ramune and saki, and some basic packets of seasoning. 

How did I know this? Or that he went to the grocery store every Saturday and Tuesday for the Mega sale?

Well, that's best saved for later...

I crept into the alleyway, biting my lower lip as I nervously turned the corner.

Nothing.

"What?!" I said aloud "He just walked into here!" The air swooshed, my hair following the air current.

"How come you keep following me?" His voice rang low, no emotion hinting anything whatsoever.

I turned quickly, meeting his chocolatey brown eyes. My face turned low as I bowed in apology.

"I-I'm s-so sorry!" I squeaked, "I just am a f-fan." 

"A fan?" Saitama seemed genuinely surprised. I straightened, my face dark red with embarrassment. 

I nervously scratched neck, nodding. "Yeah, I-I'm surprised you d-don't have many. You've s-saved millions and yet they hate y-you..." 

Saitama cracked a smile, offering me his hand in salutation. "I'm Saitama, what's your name?" My blush darkened at his words, did he really want to know my name?!

"Y/n, Saitama-Kun!" I said, shaking his hand eccentrically. 

"Well, Y/n. Nice to meet you. Would you like to join me for dinner? I don't have much going on and I was just going to make something small, it'd be nice to have someone over for a change."

A small smile fell upon my lips, "O-Of course, Saitama-Kun!" He grinned, and began to walk away, me following.

-Time skip two weeks-

I sat next to Saitama on the small, green couch, casually sketching. I may or may not have been sketching the hero. 

Saitama just sat there, in his Oppai hoodie and jeans. He had his arm slung over the couch and his eye-lids were half open-Just- watching TV. God, he looked hot. 

He caught me staring from the corner and I felt my shoulders stiffen and face grow hot. I squeaked, my eyes tearing from him to my sketchpad. 

"What'cha drawing there, Y/n~" He cooed, a smirk forming on his perfect lips. I really wouldn't mind kissing him. 

"N-NOTHING!" I squealed, maybe a little too loud. I wasn't going to let my feelings get in the way of my friendship with him. 

Saitama crawled towards me. Leaning in front of my face, he whispered "Is that me~?"

"NO! Y-YOU BAKA!" 

Saitama laughed, his hands on either side of my waist. He leaned in, licking his lips. My face preceded to burn with embarrassment as he eyed me.

"PERV! BAKA! BALDY!" I screeched, the last one seeming to hit a nerve. 

"SO WHAT I'M BALD SINCE WHEN DID YOU CARE!?" He yelped, pushing himself of me. 

"SINCE WHEN DID YOU ACT LIKE A PERV!?" I yelled back. We inched away from each other, taking sides on the small couch. 

We glared at each other, our side eyes burning. The door clicked open, revealing the blonde cyborg.

"Bout time you got here, Genos." I growled, my eyes burning with anger. His brows furrowed with confusion. 

"Is something wrong? Sensei?" Genos said, deeply confused. Me and Saitama each sent angry glares, making the cyborg sigh in defeat. 

"When was the last time you ate? I'm making food." And with that he walked into the kitchen. Is stood up turning to Saitama.

"I don't know why you're so sensitive." I said, pursing my lips. He stood up from his end of the couch, our height difference making me chuckle sheepishly. He stalked closer, his face showing no emotion. Normally this was typical, but something felt....off.

"Sai...Saitama?" I said, trying to keep my glare. A smirk twisted at the corner of his mouth. "What a-are you doing?!" 

Saitama pushed me against the wall, a yelp falling from my lips. He kept my wrists above my head and pressed his chest against me. His hot breath tickled my neck, a shiver running down my spine.

"Sai-"

He pressed his finger to my lips, then came closer. He paused, our lips barely touching. His eyes looked for permission. I moved closer, closing my e/c eyes in bliss as our lips came in contact.

He moved from my lips to my jawline, leaving butterfly kisses there and down my neck. 

"Saitama?" I asked, my voice quiet. "W-What are you doing?"

"I'm giving my number one fan my version of an autograph." He wrapped his arms around me, lifting me up with ease. He carried me to the bedroom, lust flickering in his eyes.

Tonight was going to be something...