#shinsouxy/n

[melanatedkink]

Not This Time, Love

Pairing: Y/NxShinsou

Pro Hero AU (aged-up obviously)

Warnings: Sensory deprivation, angst to comfort, masturbation (Y/N recieving) slight dumbification themes, mentions of love, baby, sweetheart, daddy; comfort sex, aftercare

When you two first got together, it was pretty established that you were both night owls. You met him at an early morning diner, one you had been working for a few years. At that hour, all you had were the regular party animals slinking in for something to soak up the liquor in their systems, or the occasional sidekick getting ready to punch out of their night patrols. As far as the pros were concerned, not one would be caught dead in a tiny diner like this. It wasn't a chain, nor was it close to the city or high end neighborhoods they typically resided in. So, when Mindjack appeared after a sea of drunkards had found their usual seats, you were utterly confused. Was this even the same man? The one you'd caught glimpses of on TV? It would be one hell of a cosplay if not.

As you made your way to take his order, though, someone had gotten the idea that pinching your butt would bring them coffee faster. You were used to the occasional handsy customer. You were ready to play bouncer, when a looming shadow put stop to your readied retort.

"You wanna try that again?" Mindjack bellowed behind you.

The bleary eyed coward didn't even give him a chance to fully activate his quirk, turning and ushering his friends to the other side of the diner, mumbling something about his aura being creepy.

As you turned, you found a sheepish hero, thumbing at the mask dangling around his neck.

"A-are you good?" he stuttered.

You thought a man of his stature would be running on adrenaline from an altercation, but it seemed that had the opposite effect on him. What a cutie.

"Yes sir, thank you for your service," you winked," Are you good, though?"

He sighed, retaking his seat," Never done that before,"

He said that, but ever since that morning, he was showing up to the diner around the same time. Just in case he needed more practice in defending your honor.

Months had nearly become a year filled with change. Mindjack, formally introduced to you as Hitoshi Shinsou, never lost his prepencity to protect you. He opted to invite you to his side of town to live in, and recently has been pushing you to give up your job. And, although the idea was great, it was hard enough to find a job in the first place considering your horrible worries of becoming a burden again. See, you had never finished school, which meant you were sent back your folks' home without a degree for them to boast about and a sizeable hole in their bank accounts. It seemed to take forever to get a job, and it took even longer for you to become independent. Your friends even offered handouts just to get you your own place faster, seeing as you weren't going to be finishing the semester with them, and they still wanted you close. Something about the look of pity in their eyes stung. It didn't feel generous. It felt like a burden. You felt like a burden.

Somehow, that realization set a precedent of you needing to be independent. Meaning you had to do this by yourself. You weren't at school anymore, sucking up thousands just to be a C average student. That meant you were an adult. And adults needed to be responsible for themselves. Their goals. Their mistakes. It was all on you. That was the message that was hammered into you your entire childhood. There was no way that wouldn't apply now.

Unfortunately, these days, it was getting tiresome to uphold that level of independent thinking. Not tiresome. Overwhelming. Every day felt as if you were playing a different role. You'd be the adult your folks wanted when they called to check up on you. You didn't want to worry them. You'd be the square, reassuring old soul with your friends. You needed to be there for them. You'd be the level-headed manager at your job. Somebody had to keep it together, and you were the best. And you'd be the low maintenance partner for Shinsou when he came home from work. Something you had felt pride in doing at first but now...

Oil from the pan popped you right out of your thoughts. Your sandwich was sitting on the plate, waiting for you. You sighed, turned the stove off, and headed to the living room. The TV wasn't on, indicating your boyfriend was hard at work filing a report. Before you, he'd do this at the office. Though, knowing you were close motivated him to finish faster for more cuddles. He focus broke as soon as you entered.

"You almost done?" you sweetly asked.

He nodded, pecking your cheek as you placed his food on the coffee table.

"You didn't have to, sweetheart," he crooned," But yeah, I have about three more pages to fill out, and I'll be all yours,"

You flashed him a warm smile before heading down the hall to change for bed. As soon as you closed the door, the silence of the house crept into the crevices of your fragile mind. It was dark due to the hour, but you couldn't turn on the light. Being reminded of a home you could never a hope to afford sent pins and needles through your blood. You turned to the bed, its comfort mocking you. It was like everything kept reminding you that you didn't deserve it. You were an intruder. You didn't work for any of this. You were a-

Your jaw clenched tight while you gingerly peeled the covers back, and settled in the best you could, facing away from Hitoshi's spot. Cuddles could wait. Cuddles would be something to look forward to as the tears of exhaustion started up again. You had done this song and dance many times. You clutched the underside of the pillow, and pressed your sniffles into the fabric. You'd force horrible conjectures about yourself, just to "get it all out" faster. Then you'd listen for Shinsou to come back. Wait, how long did it take for him to finish again?

The bed dipped behind you, making you flinch. When did he get in here? Why didn't you notice? While you were beating yourself up for slipping, Shinsou pressed his chest up against you. He wiggled a little, sighing into your hair and petting it.

"Cuddles?" he pressed.

"Mhmm," you relaxed your shoulders, silently hoping he'd take that as sign that this position was fine. However-

"Can you face me? I want to hold you tonight," he suggested.

Dang it. You swore he was using a soft tone out of spite. But he didn't know, right? Just play it off.

"You're holding me now, baby," you reminded him.

"Pleeease?" he groaned.

It was dark. It was safe to turn around. You flipped your pillow and flopped in front of him. As promised, Shinsou's long, heavy arm wrapped behind your back. His fingers lightly scratched at your back, bordering on tickling. Silence still made you a little uneasy, especially when his ministrations came to a halt.

Just chill out. He probably fell asleep. You tried to relax in his hold when Shinsou suddenly found something to say.

"Why do you cry without telling me?"

Your heart skipped a beat. Maybe a couple. You couldn't tell; you'd gone completely rigid at his accusation.

"Sweetheart," his fingers snaked across the back of your neck," why are you hurting by yourself?"

It was dark. He couldn't see the tears welling up, but you could feel his eyes. He scooted so he could press his forehead against yours.

"I noticed you started flipping your pillow once I come to bed. I just thought you were trying to hide your phone or something, but one night, you had gone to the bathroom. I checked your pillow. It was still... how long? What's bothering you, honey?"

You curled in on yourself. That was the thing with juggling so many personas. None of them allowed you to be vulnerable like this. There wasn't a mask ready for this situation. You shielded yourself the best you could as you sniffled quietly.

He hummed. You were at least allowing yourself to cry. But there was no way in heaven nor hell you were going to bed with a wet pillow again.

"Close your eyes," You did as he said. He planted a soft, firm kiss to your unsuspecting lips. You whined at the contact, but he didn't let up until you slowly began kissing him back,"Keep your eyes closed, and listen to everything I say, okay?"

His fingers traveled down your spine and over your tummy, laying you on your back. He pressed his body against your side, dotting kisses down your neck and shoulder.

"I want you," he whispered into your skin, "Open your legs if you want me,"

You spread your legs, breathing still uneven as your tears were still waning. He pushed his hand underneath the waistband, and cupped your sex saying," I love you." in a way that conveyed so much more than an affirmation. It felt like a blanket of reassurance. It was dark behind your eyelids. With his weight on your side, it felt safe. He played with you beneath your clothes, encouraging every little sound you made until you were ready for his fingers. Slowly, Shinsou spread you open, moaning along with you while he pushed inside.

"Take my finger, love. Focus on how it feels,"

Your cheeks were on fire. Something about is his word choice felt so exposed. Like he was exposing you akin to the way his finger was exposing your insides to the embers of pleasure. You grabbed at his working arm, not to stop him, just to comfort yourself. His chest rumbled in approval. You were clenching now as Shinsou wiggled around inside you. Maybe it was your mind, maybe it was his total control of the situation but you whispered," C-can I ... Can I call you daddy?"

It was so meek the way you said it, which earned you another finger aimed directly at your sweet spot. If you were allowed to open your eyes, they'd be crossed from the way he angled perfectly inside.

"Listen carefully, you hear that?" The sound of your arousal mingled nicely with your moans," Sounds like you're feeling good,"

Your nails dug into him. Your hips ground into his palm, the friction becoming unbearably addictive. You needed to sink lower.

"Daddy~ hah Daddy can I please have more? I want all of you,"

He hummed to himself," Only if you promise to remember something," Shinsou slipped from your entrance and rolled you on your side, facing away from him. The tip of his burning shaft parted your hole, teasing and creating more of a mess,"Tell me you earned this,"

Your mind went blank. You'd never heard anything like that in your life. You were certain you were aware of you kinks, but the way the command seared your core, you found yourself incredibly wrong.

"It's okay baby. You're just telling me the truth," He teased himself inside again, "You know it's true. All you have to do is say it,"

And with a frustrated sigh, you yielded.

"I earned it,"

Your confirmation quickly shot up into a high squeal. Shinsou didn't mean to push all the way in at once. Yet, with the mess you were making, it was almost a necessary accident.

"Ohhh God," he moaned into your shoulder, as he began to grind into you. He hooked his arm under your thigh, keeping you open for him to rock his hips into you. You grabbed at your pillow for support, tears springing in your eyes from the feeling of him spearing into you.

"And you're right," he grunted," You fucking earned it. All. of. this." he accented each word with a forceful thrust," You hear me? I love you. I appreciate - ah fuck - I appreciate everything you do for me. So let me - oh God - Let me fucking take care of you,"

His movements were becoming erradic as he was making a point to hammer in his thoughts into every corner of your body. Your mind had melted deliciously by now. You blindly took every word as fact, feasting on it like you were starving. He was right. No wonder you loved him. He made it a point to protect you, take care of your every need even when you found yourself unable to justify that level of trust. Just as you somehow earned this life of ease, he'd earned that level of trust.

With that you screamed," Daddy! I love you so much, 'm sorry. I want you. I-I need you! I need Daddy please,"

"Oh fuck, you have me. Never fucking forget that,"

He bit into your shoulder finding himself on the verge of crashing into that high head on. He could barely muster a warning before his eyes screwed shut, and he slammed his hips right into you, releasing a flurry broken moans. His sounds kick-started your orgasm. You shuddered and squealed through your high, your nails creating permanent indents in your poor pillow.

As you both floated back to earth, Shinsou relaxed his jaw. Luckily, he didn't draw blood, but he was still uneasy about the indents he could feel in his kisses. Your voice cut his thoughts short.

"To everyone else, I have to have it together, or I'm treated like I can't do shit right. That's why I can't ask for help. Or at least, it feels impossible to," you admitted," I just didn't want to be incompetent to you,"

He scoffed,"There's not a chance. You can't be an incompetent partner because you are you. Not because you don't ask for things,"

This time, you took the initiative to lay into his chest, facing him. You pecked little kisses into his collarbone while he rubbed your back. All your life you needed those words. Since Shinsou believed them, you could too.

"Now, what are we watching tonight?"

You chuckled dryly," Nice try, I have work,"

"Oh no no, you're calling out,"

You wrenched yourself away from his neck," Nooo-"

You were cut off by his finger on your lips. He leaned right in front of your face, close enough to feel his breath as he whispered,"I'm not done taking care of you, sweetheart. Simple. As. That,"

[myherowritings]

guys we gotta make fan accounts for shinsouxy/n rIGHT NOW. where are the fan accounts i-

AHJFJFJD THEY HAD LIKE ONE INTERACTION PFFT SHIPPING ALREADY?🤡🤡🤡