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Shinsou's Safe Place

Request: Hi! First of all - love your work, you're an amazing writer. Second, would you be open to do some sub hitoshi? ummm maybe sum starting with angst - maybe he feels not good enough/too villainous and y/n has to fuck it out of him?

A/N: Thanks for requesting :))) And sorry it took so long! I ran into some issues along the process of making it. I didn't know if fucking it out of him meant pegging or not, since I do write a lot of pegging things but I was already halfway through and it seemed too late to ask. I went ahead and stuck with just normal sex, since not everyone is into the whole pegging thing.

CW: Nsfw, Top (female) Y/N, Bottom Shinsou, Shinsou needs assurance, oral (receiving), fingering (receiving), hand job, riding, Shinsou begs a lot, Y/N likes teasing, some fluff in the end

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Shinsou hadn't always been the most confident. There was always one insecurity or another poking at his mind whenever he was out of his house. His house was his safe space.

Alone in his smaller house, with all his needs and wants. He lived practically in the middle of nowhere, no neighbors, just trees and field. He was alone and he liked it like that.

No one was around to tell him to turn his music down, or tell him that he HaD tO WeAr PaNtS. Losers.

ESPECIALLY no one was around to tell him that he had to sleep at a regular time or couldn't have ice cream for dinner. He had no rules in his house. He had no insecurities in his house. It was HIS safe place.

Then Y/N came along.

He bumped into her in a train station, and completely knocked her down. Shinsou was quick to apologize and help her up. She looked awfully familiar but he couldn't think of her name.

"I'm so sorry, are you okay," He asked, grabbing her hand to help her onto her feet.

"Uh, yeah, I'm okay," He watched as she quickly went digging into her bag, then frowned. "My camera broke though."

"Fuck, okay, how much was it," He pulled his wallet out, at the view of the completely shattered camera.

"Nah, it's all good. I can replace it myself," She shrugged. "It's pretty expensive."

"And I have about 888,000 yen here," Shinsou shrugged.

(Uh just to give an idea maybe: 7000 US Dollars, 5,500 Pounds, 9,806 Australian Dollars)

"...you keep that much money on you," She questioned.

"I don't trust banks."

"Well okay," She shook her head. "But as long as the card is intact, it's fine. I have the money to replace it."

"Where do I know you from," Shinsou asked, getting genuinely curious.

"Oh! I'm a reporter. I do a lot of work that revolve around heroes and such," Then she tilted her head. "You want to pay me back?"

"Yeah, name a price and I got it," He looked back to his wallet.

"Let me do a story on you," His eyes shot up, watching her smile brighten.

"You recognize me?"

"I practically live around heroes, I spot them anywhere," She pulled out her phone. "Give me your number. I will be contacting you."

"And what happens if I don't let you do the story," He questioned.

"Then Japan shall know how Brain Rot shattered my camera and all my work and just walked away," His eyes widened.

"Seriously?"

She scoffed. "Hell no. I'm a reporter, not a bitch," She bit her lip. "But I do desperately need a new story. Villain attacks are going down so that means there is nothing interesting around. BUT if I can interview the one under ground hero who has never been in any kind of interview, then I get ahead of the game."

"...alright, deal," He nodded.

That was about 10 months ago. Shinsou ended up giving Y/N her story, but they also got to know each other during that time. They started dating admittedly quickly, but it worked out in the end so neither minded.

As for Shinsou, he always thought of he started dating someone that cared for him, especially like how Y/N did, his insecurities would magically go away. Why would he be insecure when someone as genuine and gorgeous as Y/N would love him?

He was wrong. If anything, they got worse. He was constantly worrying about his body, never wearing any less than a hoodie and sweatpants around her.

Always worried about his quirk accidentally going off, barely talking or zoning out to focus on not using it on her.

He was terrified of doing something wrong with touching her, so he let her start anything intimate.

He was scared he was going to say something wrong and ruin everything, so he was rehearsing things he would say to her like a dork.

Whenever Y/N asked about any of this, he brushed it off and enclosed himself in his own mind. Suddenly, his safe place wasn't his home anymore. He was constantly thinking of ways he would fuck up.

Shinsou degraded himself when he did something wrong, thinking Y/N would be mad at him. But she never was. She was never mad at him for anything. More just confused on why he was so closed off.

Shinsou had a particularly hard day, and was laid on his couch. The fire in the fireplace crackled, the only light that lit up the room. He stared at the wall, thinking about the horrible things people yelled at him that day.

So many horrible things. About his looks, the way he acted, his quirk, his ability to help others, it got to him. He didn't want to cry, he really didn't want to. But god, he couldn't help it.

He cried quietly into his pillow, trying to calm himself down. For fucks sake, he was a pro hero. He should be able to handle some words being thrown at him if he could take a gunshot to the leg.

Without thinking much, Shinsou grabbed his phone and called Y/N. She answered on the third ring.

"Hi Hitoshi," She sounded so happy. He almost hung up to not ruin her night with this.

"Hey Y/n... Are you busy? Can you come over? I had a bad day," His voice was shaky and he could barely keep it together enough to talk clear.

"What's wrong? I'm not busy, I'll be over in a little bit," She sounded worried.

"Okay. Thank you."

"Of course, darling."

It was about 20 minutes later when he heard keys jingle and her shoes clacking against the hardwood floors. "Honey, where are you?"

"Couch," He croaked out, forcing himself to sit up. He watched Y/N enter the living room, immediately sitting by him.

"What's wrong? What happened today," Her voice was so gentle, a hand going to push hair out of his face, the other wiping a tear away. "Unless you don't want to talk about it. I can just sit here if that works better for you."

Suddenly, Hitoshi just broke down. Y/N being that sweet to him was the last straw. He tucked himself into her arms as she rubbed his back, whispering that he was okay, rocking him gently.

Shinsou didn't remember the last time he was comforted like this but it felt nice. Y/N didn't let go of him, wiping his tears away and patiently waiting for him to calm down. He could only think of one question he had been dying to ask Y/N forever.

"Why do you love me," He looked up at her, not letting go or leaving her arms. "I'm genuinely asking."

"Honey," Y/N frowned, wiping the remaining tears from his face. "Where is this coming from?"

"I don't see how you could love me. I'm not that great of a hero, I'm so closed off, I'm not good looking, I could accidentally snap and use my quirk on you and that's terrifying. I want to know why you love me after all of that. How you could possibly see anything good in me?"

Y/N paused, then adjusted so Shinsou was more sat up and looking her in the eye. "I love everything about you, Hitoshi Shinsou. As corny as that sounds, it's true. I love your flaws just as much as I love your strengths."

Y/N sat up on her knees, kissing his forehead. "You're an amazing hero, Hitoshi. You make mistakes, every hero does. If anyone would know that, it's me. I don't mind you being closed off. You might accidentally use your quirk on me but you would never hurt me, huh? You would never let anything bad happen to me."

"No, I wouldn't," He shook his head, shivering when her lips lightly carressed his neck.

"As for your looks... You are the most gorgeous man I've ever see," She breathed, hands moving from his back to his sides. "You're beautiful purple eyes, the messy hair, the sexy eyebags."

"You're lying-"

"I'm not," She laid him down on the couch, getting on top of him. He felt her hands start to explore, and just breathed heavily in response. It felt nice. "Your body is perfect. Your perfectly sculpted hands, long legs, skinny yet so, so strong at the same time. You have it all, darling."

She held his hand, and then pulled it up to her lips gently. She kissed down his arm. "I love this hand. I love this wrist. I love this arm."

Shinsou huffed out a breath of air, watching and listening to her. She moved to his neck, whispering, "I love this neck. I love leaving hickies on your pale skin. They look so pretty on you. You always look good in purple."

Slowly, her hands slid under his shirt. "Is this okay, Hitoshi? Can I take your shirt off?"

"Yes," He nodded.

He helped her slide it off. He felt the warmth of the fire warm his skin, but goosebumps still ran up his arms as Y/N's nails lightly dragged against his chest. And again, she leaned down and started kissing.

"I love this chest, I love this stomach," She locked eyes with him and he didn't miss the way her back arched as she slid down, ass moving into the air. "I love your hips. I love your ribs."

Shinsou struggled to catch his breath. Then she leaned down to his nipple and kissed gently, before pulling it into her mouth with a moan. He whimpered, head wanting to fall back. But it was pushed against the armrest, making him watch this.

"I love these nipples. So pretty," She ran her nails over them, flicking them and watching him jump. Her hands slid to his sweatpants, and she looked to him for permission.

"Yes, please," Shinsou nodded quickly, lifting his hips and helping her. He was getting hard quickly.

Again, she leaned down and moved down his leg, kissing and carressing gently to the point, he wanted to shiver. "You're so pretty Shinsou. So gorgeous. So fucking handsome. I'm so in love with you. All of you."

She leaned forward, wrapping his legs around her waist. "Can I make you feel good, baby?"

"Yes, yes please," He groaned, moving closer. Shinsou watched Y/N smile sweetly at him, leaning down and finally giving him a proper kiss.

"I love your lips. They're so soft. They speak the voice that makes me repeatedly fall in love with you. They kiss me with so much adoration. They leave me constantly wanting more from you. More kisses, more talking, just more. That's all I ever want from your touch. I crave you. I crave more of you. I fucking love you, Hitoshi."

"I love you to- ah," He moaned as she grinded right between his legs, the rough fabric of her jeans rubbing against him perfectly.

"What was that," She giggled, biting his lip.

"I- I love- fuck, Y/N," She kept grinding on him.

"You're going to have to say it louder," She grabbed the arm rest behind his head for stability as she kept a pace of grinding on him.

"C'mon Y/N," He moaned, hands grabbing the couch. "I love you too, ple- please don't stop."

"I would never," She gasped like she was offended, then giggled as he pushed his hips against hers. "You're so desperate. Just over some grinding? I can do so much better than that."

"Please do it, oh god," He groaned, meeting her grinds in the pace she set.

"You want more, honey," He nodded roughly, nails digging into the couch. "Okay, spread your legs for me."

Shinsou obeyed, going still when she pulled away. She didn't bother to take his boxers off, just pulling them down and letting his dick free.

"You're even pretty down here," Y/N's hand lightly wrapped around his dick, slowly stroking him. His breathing kept getting heavier.

"Want more," He spoke after a minute.

Y/N sighed, continuing her slow pace. "Don't get greedy on me Shinsou. Take what I give you and you'll get what you want."

Shinsou just nodded, head laying back. His mind was spinning. He didn't know what to focus on. Y/N's hand, her voice, the pleasure he was feeling, or the fact he was still on the verge of crying.

After a few minutes of feeling like the stimulation wasn't enough to get off, he decided to just relax and enjoy it. It felt amazing. It was his and Y/N's first time. Why rush it?

"Oh, such a good boy," Y/N kissed him. "So relaxed, taking it so great. You're so pretty with your face all red. Blushing so hard."

"Oh fuck, Y/N," Shinsou huffed before leaning up and kissing her. She hummed, kissing back and quickening her hand.

"You're such a beauty."

Shinsou grabbed onto her, hips starting to fuck themselves into her hand. "It- it's so good. It feel so good Y/N."

"You're such a mess, over just my hand," Y/N pouted. "I wanted to ride you but I doubt you can take it."

"NO- No Y/N, please I can take it," He yelled out, eyes rolling back. He was going to come.

"I don't think you can, Hitoshi. Just seeing how you're reacting to my hand..." Y/N sighed, pulling her hand away and Shinsou groaned, hips still trying to chase her.

"N- no no no, please Y/N. I'm begg- I'm fucking begging! I want to come, I want inside of you! Please Y/N," He sobbed, moving to start humping her thigh. He groaned, hands gripping her hips.

"Then say you're beautiful," Y/N whispered gently into his ear, kissing his temple right after. "Tell me how gorgeous you are. How good you look. How much you accomplished. I want to hear you say how great you are."

"But Y/N-" She cut his whine off.

"If you want me to ride your pretty cock until you come, you'll look me in the eye and tell me," She suddenly roughly grabbed his face, making him look at her. "Say it."

"I'm beauti- beautiful," He gasped, still humping her thigh like a whore.

"Good boy. Keep going."

"I'm a good hero," He whined, the texture of her jeans catching on his tip.

"Mhm."

"I... I- oh god! I worked hard for everything I have," He moved his hips faster, feeling like he was going to come once again.

"You may be pretty and smart, but man, are you a fucking whore," Y/N laughed bitterly, watching Shinsou's legs clench. "Go on, Hitoshi. Come on my thigh like a dog. That's what you are right now, huh? My fucking dog."

"YES, OH- OH GOD YES Y/N," He choked, coming.

Once he came down from his high, he watched Y/N use two fingers to wipe his come off of her jeans, then lick them. She slowly smiled, looking down at him, where he was panting with a wide eyed expression. "You're lucky you taste good."

She grabbed the rest off of her, and pulled his head back. "Mouth open," He obeyed, and licked her fingers cleaned.

He sucked her fingers, cleaning them thoroughly. He desperately tried not to moan but a few slipped. "You're such a good boy, Hitoshi."

Y/N was back to being gentle, holding his face in her hands and kissing him all over the face. He smiled, feeling Y/N's happiness practically shine off of her.

"We can stop, baby," Y/N spoke up, leaning back to look at him. "We don't have to go further tonight."

"No Y/N, I want you. I especially want you to finish, one way or another," He assured her before kissing her.

Shinsou's hands were shaky as they held Y/N, she noticed. "Are you nervous?"

"A little," He admitted.

"Don't be nervous, baby," Y/N smiled softly. "It's just me. You're safe with me. I will let nothing happen to you, alright?"

Shinsou nodded, kissing her before he could get all emotional. Why was he so emotional tonight?

Slowly, he moved to take her shirt off. He took her helping him as a good sign.

They continued to move slowly, kissing each other's bodies. They were both breathing heavily, pulling remaining clothes off.

Once their naked bodies were pressed together, Shinsou leaned forward, laying Y/N back. "Wanna eat you out, Y/N. Please? Can I Y/N?"

"Yes baby," Y/N nodded, kissing him one last time before he was buried between her legs.

He ate her out like he was desperate, sucking on her clit and fingering her when his tongue wasn't buried as deep as it could be inside of her. He was rough, moaning just as much, if not more than Y/N.

Y/N gripped his hair, controlling his head. His eyes were focused on her's, getting more and more teary eyed as he continued.

"You're doing so good, baby," Y/N spoke breathlessly, trying not to tighten her legs around his head.

Shinsou sucked her clit one last time, dragging his teeth against it, making her come. She moaned out, legs closing around his head. He just moaned back, hands gripping her thighs.

After she came down from her high, she giggled, pulling her legs apart and watcjing him gasp, licking his lips. "Well aren't you a mess?"

"Mhm," He hummed, moving up to kiss her. She kissed back, smile plastered on her face.

"I taste good too," She flipped them, laying him back. "Still wanna continue?"

"Yes, yes please," He nodded, voice rough.

Y/N straddled him completely, letting him get comfortable, before she slowly sat down. Shinsou groaned, hips thrusting up quickly. It felt too good.

"Hey! Stay still," Y/N smacked his chest. "You can't go shoving your dick all the way in within a few seconds. Gotta go slow baby."

"Sorry," He whined, forcing his hips down. "I want more, Y/N. You feel so good."

"Yeah, yeah," Y/N smacked his chest again. "What did I say about being greedy? You'll get what you want, just give me a minute to adjust."

Shinsou nodded, staying still as Y/N adjusted herself. It only took around 1 minute before he was whining again. "You are so fucking needy, Shinsou. Lay down," Y/N shoved his hips back down.

"C'mon Y/N," He huffed, wanting to fuck her. He raised his head, glaring at her. "I've watched porn. It doesn't take this long to adjust. You're teasing me."

"Not every man has a 9 inch cock, asshole," Y/N leaned forward, small smile. "And yes I am."

"I'm already so close," Shinsou gripped her hips, turning his head to kiss her hand, where they were planted for stability. "I wanna come inside of you, Y/N. Wanna fuck you. Please. I'm begging."

"If you're already about to come, how are you going to fuck me," Y/N raised an eyebrow, sitting down fully. Shinsou groaned, throwing his head back. "Beg harder. I'm not convinced."

"Y/N please," He yelled out, hips rutting up. "It feels- Oh god you feel so good! Wanna fuck you- wanna make you come please!"

He sobbed when Y/N yawned, making a show of smacking her lips.

"Please please please, wanna fill you with come," He felt his breathing pick up even more. "I wanna come so bad, you're so tight- PLEASE- Oh fuck- I'm gonna- I'm coming- I'm fucking coming so hard!"

Y/N felt his dick twitch, as his hips started to fuck into her. She sighed, rubbing his chest as he groaned, jaw dropping. He whimpered as he came down, hands loosening her thighs.

"I'm sorry," Shinsou gulped. "It felt too good, I couldn't-"

"It's okay, Hitoshi," Y/N ran a hand through his hair. "You did good. Such a good boy, baby."

Y/N was nice enough to give him a second to calm down. He seemed so fucked out, it seemed wrong to continue on quite yet. She didn't want to fuck him unconscious... Yet.

So she sat there, comforting him until he was able to catch his breath. She was seriously wondering if he was a virgin because he sure as hell was as sensitive as one. Coming almost as soon as she sat? Maybe she was just really hot.

"You okay to continu-"

"Lemme make you come. Want you to come on my cock, please Y/N," He lifted his head to make eye contact. "Please don't make me beg more. I just want you. I want you so bad."

Y/N paused for a second. She's never seen him so vulnerable. So genuine. He was always so closed off, never showing any emotion around her, barely talking, and just listening closely to her. This was new to her. Seeing him so genuine.

Finally, she started to ride him. He moaned, keeping hold of her thighs. "It's so good, Y/N. Don't stop- please don't."

"I thought you were done begging," She huffed with a smile. He really was big, filling her.

"Wanna beg for you," He smiled back, eyes crossing slightly whenever their hips met. "Wanna beg for your pussy. I wanna beg to be your fuck toy. Wanted to forever."

"Then why didn't you say anything," She moaned, hands moving to his chest as she rode harder. "God, you feel so good Hitoshi."

His hands traveled to her hips, to help start moving his own. "Too embarrassed. Too scared to do or say something wrong. I want so much from you, Y/N. It scares me."

"Tell me," She gritted her teeth, one hand moving to his throat ss he slammed into her. "Tell me what the fuck you want from me. I'll give it to you."

He whined loudly, thrusting as deep as he could. "Wanna try everything with you. I want you to tie me up, I want you to fuck my ass with all your strength, I want you to use me however you want for hours on end."

He felt tears start to well, fucking into her as fast as his hips could allow. "But I'm so scared. I don't want to fuck something up. I want to make you happy. I want to feel safe with you and I don't because I'm so insecure. I don't want you to hate me because I make a mistake."

Y/N threw her head back and moaned, his words processing slowly. It was hard to hear him over the sound of their hips smacking together and hard to pay attention with him railing her.

"You're just so perfect," He continued, tears falling. "So gorgeous, so nice, so smart, so funny, you are everything I've ever wanted. I can't mess up."

"FUCK- fuck," Y/N moaned, nails digging into his chest. "I don't want you to be fucking perfect Hitoshi," She dragged her nails down, listening to him hiss and just continue to mian. "I want you. I want all of you, even your mistakes. I love you. I love all of you."

He sobbed, tears falling quickly. "You don't mean that."

"I do baby," She started to breathe heavier. "I mean every word. I want you safe around me, I would do anything to keep you safe. I love you, I love your body, I love when you scrunch your nose ehen I say something weird, I love when you lay your head on my lap when we watch a movie, I love when you listen to me like I'm the only thing that matters. I fucking love you."

Shinsou gasped, coming as Y/N tightened on him. She came as well, moaning out and holding still as he slowly fucked them through it.

When they did, she laid down on him, pulling out. They were both tired, eyes heavy and the warmth of the fire comforting them against the cold of the air.

Shinsou rubbed her back, kissing her. "Did you really mean that?"

"Yes. I meant every word. I love everything about you and I want to stick by your side as long as I can. You make me hapoy and safe, I want to do the same if you would loosen up," She smacked his chest at the end of that, as if scolding him.

"I'm sorry I haven't been so open," He whispered. "I'm just so scared of losing you. Every one of my insecurities just gets worse the second I go to talk or take my shirt off."

"Well, you're naked under me right now, so...," She smiled, propping her head on his chest. "You're safe with me and we can take things slower. If you need some more time to be able to open up more, that's okay. I'll wait."

"But baby," She spoke again, sitting up now. "I truly think you are beautiful, and I love to hear every word you have to say. You can't say or do something wrong if you're just being yourself, Shinsou. Especially around me. I WANT to see you. I WANT to hear you. I want you, fucker."

Shinsou smiled softly, and Y/N wiped away tears he didn't even know were there. "Let's go get cleaned up, Hitoshi. Then we can go to bed and talk about this more tomorrow. We both need sleep."

"Yeah, okay," He nodded, following her when she stood up.

Maybe Shinsou was safest at home. He sure as hell felt like it. But if Y/N was with him, laying with him, making love with him or just talking with him? He knew he was safe with her.

Y/N was his new safe place.

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