Unknown Pleasures Ch.1

Unknown Pleasures Ch.1

You’ve had a crush on Katsuki Bakugo since joining UA, but will another student change your mind?

Warnings: Minor angst

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The hum of the engine filled the car as the song stopped and Denki continued driving down the road. The last few weekends had consisted of Denki riling up whoever he could to come out on an adventure in his new car.

You sat in the middle back seat between Hanta and Katsuki, leaning your head against the headrest you let out a heavy sigh. A wave of relief washed over you finally being able to take your mind off responsibilities for a moment.

These random weekend adventures always lifted a weight off your shoulders and allowed you to enjoy your youth.

In the front seat, Hitoshi shifted uncomfortably. Hitoshi was a new addition to your usual cast of shenanigans. Denki had quickly befriended him much to the dismay of Katsuki who detested anyone new.

"What's Kirishima doing tonight?" Hanta asked curiously. Denki fiddled with his phone at a red light attempting to change the song.

"Oh, he is busy with Ashido~," Denki said in a sing-song voice.

"Tch- that's why you picked up this mind freak?" Katsuki huffed, making his disdain for a new face heard.

"Hey play nice blasty!" Denki called back to him.

Katsuki grunted and you giggled pinching his cheek, "Come on don't be rude," You teased.

"Cut it out!" Katsuki yelled smacking your hand away.

The light turned green, and Denki shoved his phone into Hitoshi's hand. "Why don't you be DJ man?" Denki suggested as he focused back on driving.

"You want me to choose a song?" Hitoshi clarified.

"Yeah, go ahead! I want to hear what you usually listen to!" Denki said encouragingly.

Hitoshi fiddled with Denki's phone until selecting the song Atmosphere by Joy Division.

"Oh! I love this song!" You exclaimed and began to sing.

Hitoshi's eyes wandered to the rearview mirror where he caught the reflection of you singing. The calm smile that painted your face as you sang the words perfectly caused his stomach to flutter.

However, the euphoria your playfulness gave him came crashing down when he noticed how your eyes wandered to Katsuki. Your eyes danced as they admired his face as if you were waiting for Katsuki to acknowledge you.

But what if you knew he looked at you the way you longed for Katsuki too?

His stomach only soured the more he observed the interaction. Katsuki's gaze stayed out the window completely indifferent to the softness of your expressions and the longingness in your eyes.

As if your soft features and carefree personality weren't enough to do him in, your voice was intoxicating as well. Hitoshi was sure he could spend a whole day listening to you sing his favorite songs.

Denki's voice infiltrated Hitoshi's daydream shattering his lovely image of you singing just for him.

"Alright, we're here!" Denki announced.

"About fucking time- had enough of being in this stupid car," Katsuki exclaimed and threw open the door exiting eagerly.

Hitoshi's eyes followed your figure as you quickly jumped out after Katsuki. The way the moonlight hit your skin as soon as you stepped out and your features bounced as you happily sprang in excitement forced him to suck in air to ground himself.

"You ready man?" Denki asked, noticing Hitoshi's slowness.

"Yeah," Hitoshi answered, forcing himself to blink away his desires and exit the car.

You five began to walk up a hiking trail. Denki had claimed the view had to be amazing at night, and hiking was one of the only things he could get Katsuki to agree to come to.

Hitoshi was new to the group and hung back observing the four of your interactions. It didn't take long for him to notice your gaze never left Katsuki. He was always in your line of vision and most of all he was the main person you responded to in the conversation. The other two boys might as well not have been there at all in your eyes.

Eventually, the conversation pushed you out as the three boys got into a heated discussion regarding something pointless.

Hitoshi quickened his pace, taking this opportunity to speak more with you.

"Hey," He called out to get your attention.

"Hey general studies~," You teased.

Hitoshi would have corrected you that he was enrolling in the hero course now, but your teasing caught him off guard and it took all his concentration not to be flustered by your comment.

"How are you enjoying the hike so far?" You asked.

"It's fine-," He shrugged his shoulders." So- what usually happens on these night outs?" he asked.

"Hmm- well usually we try to get in as much trouble as we can before Bakugo yells at us to go back," You giggled.

Hitoshi's nose scrunched up at the sound of how you sang out Katsuki's name. Your crush on him was all too evident.

But why?

What did you see in that belligerent blond?

“Are you excited to be in the hero course now?” you asked, snapping Hitoshi out of his thoughts.

“Yes of course. It’s all I’ve ever wanted… I’m especially excited to get to know everyone more.” He stated.

“Oh, that’s funny~ last I remember you said you weren’t here to make friends.” You teased.

Hitoshi flushed slightly at your comment, “Yes, I did say that- however, I find myself particularly excited to get to know you more. Speaking of that- would you like to go out to eat sometime?” He asked.

His words took the breath out of your lungs and froze your footsteps. Hitoshi stopped and turned to face you, taking in your shocked expression. You had never been asked out so straightforward before- nor did you expect it from your new classmate. And then there was your feelings for-…

Hitoshi spoke, bringing you out of your spiraling thoughts.

“It’s Bakugo, isn’t it?” He asked simply.

His words sent you into even more peril. In the brief time Hitoshi has spent with you he had picked up your crush on Katsuki. Was it that obvious?

“Is he your boyfriend?” Hitoshi asked further.

You stuttered like an idiot not knowing how to form a sentence after being so taken off guard. “He- well no he’s not but- I uh- I don’t-,” you tried to get out anything that would make sense. Thankfully, Hitoshi hated seeing you in such discomfort.

“It’s all right. You don’t have to explain, I think I understand. However… if you’re ever tired of waiting for him to appreciate you like he should- I can assure you I’d do a better job.” He spoke.

Your eyes searched his, completely overwhelmed by his boldness. His expression was genuine, calm, and serious. Hitoshi had every intention of laying out his affinity for you honestly and politely. It was unlike anything you had experienced before- and left you speechless.

“The hell are you two doing back there?” Katsuki spewed looking back at you both. In the fleeting moment you two had stopped to speak, the three boys had made some considerable distance.

Hitoshi let out a disgruntled sigh, the angry chihuahua's temper poked at his nerves. It was past cruel that such a vulgar man would have your affection. However, as Hitoshi averted his gaze from you to Katsuki he saw for the first time a quick shimmer of possessiveness in the blond's eyes.

Did Katsuki have some feelings for you after all? Or was it just his ego that appreciated your attention? Whatever the case, the tension that held between the two students was not going to be the last.

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From Jealousy to Love - NSFW

Characters: Hitoshi Shinso, Shouta Aizawa

Last Proofread: August 17, 2023

Concept: After years of being jealous of your father's pupil, something begins to slowly change in your relationship with him. Eventually, Hitoshi gets the courage to ask your father's permission to ask you out on a date. From there, things move rather quickly.

Warnings: Mentioned of oral with female recieving. Mention of oral with male recieving. Penatrative sex with a condom. Male and female penatrative sex.

After your legendary blow up with your father at school, you and Shouta took a lot of time (and therapy) to work on mending your relationship. Addressing your underlying anger and jealousy over Eri and Hitoshi as well as your issues with him not making you a priority. It had taken a lot of time, but over the years your relatioship with your father healed.

With that healing, you became a big sister to Eri and even friendly with Hitoshi. Or at least not so jealous of him when your father was spending a lot of time with him. Eventually, having Hitoshi around was a normal thing that did nothing to disrupt your life or cause negative feelings.

So you weren't sure when it happened.

When he would start staying longer at your house after training with your father. Spending nights having dinner with you four as a weird little family. Then he started slowly coming over without the intention or plans of training with your father.

Sometimes he would train with you and Eri. It slowly added you two talking outside of Eri and your father. Sharing laughs and jokes with each other. Especially pictures of the new kitten that you had ended up sneaking into your house.

You were better at asking for forgiveness than permission.

Before you knew it, you would smile like an idiot when you got a text message from him. You didn't think it was obvious to anyone else, but little did you know, your dad still had sharp eyes in his old age.

Though Shouta Aizawa was going to let things play out on their own. This wasn't something that needed his intervention.

"What has you so distracted?" Aizawa finally asked with a sigh. He has bested Shinso several times by this point and that was unsual. It didn't seem that his heart was in the training and that his mind was definately on other things.

If he was honest, Hitoshi wasn't prepared for his mentor to pick up on his lack of focus. So when he was called out on it, his face turned a little red. "I'm sorry, I know I need to focus." He apologized, taking his mentor's extended hand and getting up off of the ground.

Aizawa wasn't about to let that go. In fact, he already had an idea as to why he was distracted. His quirk may of been not as useful as it used to be, but he wasn't blind. "Are you sure this has nothing to do with my daughter?" He asked, raising an eye brow at him as he handed him a bottle of water.

Seeing the clear 'busted' look that came up on the young hero's face, Aizawa guessed that he was correct. He chuckled softly before sitting down on the bench. "I'm old, not blind." He responded to the look, taking a drink from his water and giving Shinso a chance to either respond or take a moment.

Shinso took the quiet option for a moment, coming to sit down next to him and take a drink of his own water. He was secretly hoping that is mentor would say more to give him more of an idea of how to feel this situation out, but when he didn't get it, he realized he would have to ask.

He clearned this throat for a moment before he started. "Soo... is she like... seeing anyone?" He then asked quietly, keeping an eye on his body language. If he was asking his mentor for advice on literally anything else, he wouldn't be so hesitent. But this was his daughter that he was trying to talk to him about and that made it very dangerous territory that he was walking through.

There it was. Shouta took a moment to fight back the smirk on his lips and hide it from Shinso. He was intentionally making him squirm in the silence. Making him wait longer between his reply. "Well, there is this one guy that she's been texting a lot recently." He responded, rubbing his neck like he was revealing some information that Shinso may not like. "Smiles like an idiot when she's texting him, too."

Hook, line, and sinker. Shinso felt his already quickly beating heart fall down into his stomach. "Oh..." Was all that he had been able to let out softly. Someone had beaten him to it? His mentor has always been a stright shooter with him, so he didn't pick up on Aizawa's deception of him.

"That's it?" Aizawa then asked, looking over at Shinso again and raising another brow at him in question. "Damn, guess she's never going to get that date she's been hoping for." He then added, letting a little smirk come up on the corner of his mouth closest to Shinso.

It took a moment. Partly to process what he was hearing and another part to realize that he had been referring to himself. "Wait... for real?" It was a hard for Shinso to keep the smile off of his face and he found himself rubbing the back of his neck. "Would you be okay with me asking her out on a date then?" He asked, feeling hopeful about this.

That had been the biggest thing holding Shinso back from asking you out. You were his mentor's daughter and he wasn't sure how asking you out would effect the dynamic of his relatiosnhip with Aizawa. So, was this Aizawa giving his blessing?

Aizawa found one of his rare chuckles escaping him at Shinso's question. "Why are you asking me?" He responded. "I'm not the one that could say yes to that and I'm pretty sure she would kill me herself if I tried to get involved." He added, giving the young man the side eye.

Hitoshi had a hard time clamping down on his excitement. This had been something that he has been struggling with for a while and wanting to bring up, but wasn't sure how he would feel about it. "I just don't want things to be weird with us if I do." He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

Being in the middle of taking a drink from his water, Shouta chuckled briefly before swallowing the moutful of water. "Don't be a dick to my daughter and things won't be weird." He responded, fixing Hitoshi with a very dark look he had rarely recieved from him.

The look made him pause for a moment and reminded him that, as excited as he was about this opportunity, he was still your father and his mentor. "Are you sure you'll be okay with this?" He then wanted to confirm, making sure that his mentor was absolutely okay with this.

Now it was Aizawa's sigh that left him and having an eye roll making his eyes go from the spicy look to one of his normal dismissal. "Fine, if you need to spell it out for you." He said, once again giving a sigh, but this one being more dramatic. "I give you my blessing to ask my daughter out on one singular date."

"Thank you, sir." Hitoshi had caught his extra dramatic sigh and his specification on exactly how many dates he was giving permission for. "It means a lot coming from you." He was still excited regardless. He could work on that later if your first date went well.

Shouta gave a sigh of relief in sarcasm, but coudln't quite hide the smirk on his lips. "Can we get back to training now?" He finally said. Getting up from his seat and giving him an approving hand on his shoulder before walking back out into the training area.

When the door bell rang, you didn't think anything about it. It was a normal thing for Shinso to be spending time at your house and when your father answered it, you didn't pay any attention. At least not right away. You vaguely heard your father telling the person that you were in the living room and that was initially what got your attention. Especially since you weren't expecting any visitors.

With your kitten in your lap, you turned your head to look and saw Shinso walking into the living room with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. "Hey Hitoshi!" You greeted him, sitting up a little straighter. "I don't think my dad is a fan of flowers." You teased, but you couldn't help the smile that started sliding on your face even as your cheeks grew hotter.

"They're not for your dad." Hitoshi couldn't help but to chuckle at your joke Continuing to approach where you were with your new kitten. "I brought these for you." He said, his face turning red a little bit as his free hand reached out to play with the kitten that came up to him.

Your face lite up as you gently took the flowers from him and pulled them into you. Admiring the plants and enjoying the fragrance that came from them. "They're lovely! Thank you." You shined a bright smile at him and for only him.

"I'm glad you like them." Hitoshi was glad it went so well and couldn't hold back his own smile. Your father had offered him great advice on the type of flowers that you liked. "I was thinking, maybe if you don't have any plans on Friday, if you would like to go out on a date with me." He then asked, his eyes glancing up from the kitten to your face.

"It's about time." You had to stop yourself from squealing. You couldn't count how long you have been waiting for him to ask you out and all of the hints that you have laid out that you wanted him to. "Yes, I would love to go on a date with you." You beamed happily up at him as he finally did it.

Hitoshi's heart slammed in his chest at your acceptance of his date! He coudln't believe that you had actually said yes! "How about I pick you up on Friday at eight then?" He suggested, deciding to follow through on his idea of planning it and surprising you based on what he learned about you.

"Sounds like a date." You responded, unable to make your smile leave your face as you wiggled a little in your seat. You used your spare hand to scare your kitten for a moment so he could leave with his hand not having claw marks in it.

"Alright. I'll text you later." Hitoshi promised, hearing Shouta yelling for him to stop waisting his time. You both could tell that he had been standing in the hall waiting for him to finish asking you out before he spoke up. He flashed you a smile as his reddness across his cheeks deepened before he left to join your father.

Before you knew it, three months had passed and you two were in a committed relationship with each other. It had been a whirlwind romance where you two couldn’t get enough of each other. You felt like he was the air in your lungs and that you couldn’t breathe without him.

And it was all reciprocated.

The fact that you two had been able to make it to three months before you two had sex was frankly a miracle. But yet, here you were. Staying at his place this weekend has already lead to you sucking his soul out through his cock and now he was wearing your thighs as ear muffs.

"To-shi!" You moaned his name as you feel over the edge into orgasm. Your legs squeezing his head nightly as he remained buried between your legs and your hands tightening in his hair. Working you through your orgasm. It was the least he couldu do for you sucking him off almost as soon as you two got through the door after your date earlier tonight.

With your legs released from around his head, Hitoshi's head popped up from between your legs. "Sounds like you enjoyed yourself." He said softly in his raspy voice. Kissing up your body as he made his way to your face. Your lips colliding and the kiss instantly becoming deep and passionate once again.

When your kiss broken, you were both chuckling and smiling softly at each other. Your eyes both hooded with lust as you gently touched and caressed each other. His cock was already hard again and you could feel it poking against your body. "I bet we'd both enjoy it if we..." You said suggestively. Wiggling your eye brows at him.

He didn't hesitate on taking your hint and Hitoshi rolled over off of you as he reached over to the night stand. "Your dad will kill me if I don't use a condom." He commented as he fumbled around in the drawer and finally pulled one out. You two had talked about you being on birth control and while you had both had sex without condoms with other people before, but it felt weird not having a condom when having sex with you.

Like your father would just know or something and would kill him.

"Better hurry up then." You teased as you watching him put on the condom. Rolling over onto your stomach as well as you taunted him a little. Sliding like you were about to move off of the bed. "Or I might change my mind." Your voice gave clear intention that you were just joking, but he was enjoying that game anyhow.

"Oh no you don't." Hitoshi said playfully, reaching over and grabbing your wrist with a laugh as you giggled. You squealed slightly at him as he pulled you back over to where he was now sitting on the bed. Your lips gently coming back together as they slide across each other.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you crawled into his lap. Neither of you were virgins and you both knew that going into your relationship, so neither of you had any reservations about knowing that you were doing going into this. You had both had plenty of sexual partners, some of which that you both knew from the pro hero circles.

“Fuuuck!” Hitoshi's raspy voice broke the kiss first as his head fell back when you sunk yourself onto his cock, wrapping your legs around his back. His moan was sinful as your lips found his neck and you began working some sensitive spots you had found that he liked.

His hands on your hips helped you set a rough and very enjoyable pace. Hitoshi helped to bounce you up and down his cock as both of you began breathing heavy and panting. Your hand slid into his hair at the base of his neck. His mouth on your neck, certainly working to leave a love mark on your neck.

You weren't thinking about what your father would think of the love bite. Your brain was far from there as you rode his cock. Your head falling back as you moaned loudly when he found a particular spot that was the spot. "Fuck, right there!"

Dislodging his mouth from your neck and getting a good hold on you, Hitoshi held onto you as he changed your position. Staying inside of you, he flipped you over to your back and pushed you up towards he head board. With one hand on the head board and another holding thighting on to one of your hips, he resumed his rough pace.

When he got another sinful moan out of you quickly, Hitoshi pace picked up as he focused there. "Yeah, baby." He rasped out, working his hips hard. The sound of his balls meeting your ass as his hips slapped into yours. "That's the spot you like?" It wasn't a real question, but he was satified when you moaned his name in response. It sent a heat wave down his spine.

You had both worked up a considerable sweat. Hickies littered across your necks and the sounds of your sex echoing through his bedroom. Skin slapping against sin. Your moans mixing together to create a beautiful sound that spread throughout.

Even though it had taken you longer because of the condom, you were both just right there. Your body's hot as you were both about to reach your orgasms and you were both working hard to come to them together.

Then, like coils snapping from being wound too tight, you feel over that edge into your orgasm first. "Hitoshi--" You moaned his name and his lips came to yours. Swallowing the rest of your moan as his own orgasm shook and vibrated through him. He continued to fuck you both through your orgasms, his condom catching his cum as your pussy begged and tried to milk it from him.

As your orgasms eased, your kiss broke. Hitoshi let go of the bedframe and you hip. Instead, gently laying his body on your's as his forehead came to rest against your's. "You're so perfect." He whispered softly to you in his raspy voice. Your lips coming up to softly meet his in response.

"I think I love you."

"I know I'm in love with you."

Hitoshi Shinso Masterlist

Yandere! Hitoshi Shinso x Yandere! Fem! Reader—Bound Together: Chapter 1 (ONGOING SLOW BURN SERIES):

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Headcannons + oneshots:

To be added when requested or written.

"I like 'em thick."

"But, sir Newton, we can't write that.."

"Then write 'The greater the mass, the greater the force of attraction.'"

May I request an a/b/o hitoshi shinso x cismale reader? They're all aged up, and a hero Shinso meets civilian reader. Just some fluffy interactions of shinso courting the reader, with a fluffy'n'smut ending? Thank you for your time!

wow this took so long to write lol

honestly i just took this idea and ran with it so i hope the wait was worth it ! also i haven't written for Shinso before so hopefully he isn't too ooc

(also he doesn't have a cannon hero name so i tried to get around that by the reader giving him a nickname instead)

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CONTENT WARNINGS - 18+ MDNI, a/b/o, alpha!Shinso, omega!reader, slight scent and breeding kink, knotting, mating press, reader is a paramedic, reader treats shinso's minor wounds, fluff n smut, no beta we die like men w/c - 3.7k

Red and blue flashing lights made Shinso’s head hurt, straining his already tired eyes. Police cars and ambulances surrounded him and his fellow heroes, showing up after a particularly rough takedown. He had a couple of scrapes and bruises, but the paramedics wouldn’t let him leave before they assessed him. The only problem was, that there were others with more severe injuries than his own so it was taking a while.

As he sat on the curb, fiddling with his capture weapon, two work boot-clad feet entered his view. His purple eyes trailed up their legs, noticing the deep green uniform they wore with the paramedic shield embroidered over their chest pocket which held a couple of pens.

“Alright Mr. Hero, it’s your turn,” you grinned down at him, waving him towards one of the empty ambulances. He stood with a groan, feeling one of the cuts on his arm burn and sting. You climbed into the back of the ambulance, guiding Shinso to sit on the stretcher. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from you as you fluffed around his, slipping a sphygmomanometer around his arm and a pulse oximeter on his finger.

“Any pain anywhere?” You asked, and if he wasn’t looking at your lips he wouldn’t have noticed.

“No,” he muttered, watching how you gently inspected the cut on his arm. Even through the latex of the sanitised gloves, he could feel the warmth of your fingertips. Just when the band around his upper arm felt like it couldn’t get any tighter, it slowly deflated. You looked at the reading and smiled.

“Blood pressure is good.” But when you read the result of the oximeter, you frowned a little. Shinso didn’t like seeing you frown, and he wanted to do anything to see you smile again.

“Pulse is a little high,” you mumbled. If it was possible, he would’ve slowed his pulse at that moment, just to make this stranger happy. Readjusting the device on his finger, you also squeezed his hand in yours absentmindedly as you typed in his results onto your little laptop.

“I’ll keep this on a little longer, but otherwise you’re in good shape! I’ll just clean up your wounds a little and you should be good to go.” Finally, that smile was back on your face, showing off your pretty teeth while you changed your gloves.

The alcohol used to disinfect his cuts and scrapes stung, every time he would wince you would softly apologise. One by one, you tended to his wounds and with each bandage he felt himself growing more and more infatuated. As you softly dabbed an alcohol-soaked cotton pad over the smell scrapes near his hairline, he spotted something shiny under your uniform collar.

It was a scent-coating collar, torn and ragged around the edges, clearly old and worn out, but as he inhaled, he could smell the faint scent of you.

“You’re an omega,” he mumbled. You chuckled nervously, movements stuttering for a moment before you leaned away from him.

“Oh, yeah, guess I need a new one huh?” You joked, referring to the band that circled your neck. With a bandage in hand, you leaned back over Shinso and softly pressed it over the scrape, smoothing the edges down with your fingers.

“I’m just gonna check your eyes for any signs of a concussion,” you explained as you pulled out a pen from your pocket, clicking the small button on the side of it. The end lit up, and you pointed it towards his eyes.

“You should be fine… just making sure because you did hit your… head.” You trailed off, too concentrated on the way his pupils contracted and expanded. The way you bit your lip made his heart flutter, and he almost got worried the oximeter would read too high again. But that would mean he would get to stay with you longer so maybe it wasn’t a bad thing.

“Just keep staring at my nose.” Gladly. The light flickering in and out of his vision irritated his eyes even more, so he was thankful when you pocketed the pen and smiled.

“Alright, you’re good to go!” He almost wished there was something wrong just so you would stay with him, but alas, he left the ambulance. All of the other ambulances and police cars were gone, leaving just you, him and your partner.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

“No problem, Mr. Hero,” you grinned back.

“It’s-“ The walkie on your belt started barking out codes and addresses, to which you grimaced. Must not be good.

“Shit, gotta go,” you muttered, quickly turning and rushing back into the passenger seat of the ambulance. Your partner got in the driver's seat, and just before they turned on the lights and sirens, you leaned out the window and shouted goodbye to Shinso. He couldn’t stop his lazy grin as he waved back at you, watching you zoom away, off to save someone’s life, he presumed.

He didn’t realise how much of an impact you made on him until he had another rough take down and you weren’t one of the paramedics that showed up. He felt disappointed, and the way the paramedics tended to his injuries wasn’t as gentle as you were. He wasn’t sure why, but he missed you.

It took some searching, but eventually, he found you at an ambulance station during one of your few breaks from being on the road helping patients. As you were taking stock of the inventory in your ambulance, Shinso’s messy indigo hair.

“Hi Mr.Hero,” you greeted happily, climbing down from the back of the ambulance, clipboard in hand.

“What can I do for you? If you’re looking for medical assistance I’m required to tell you to go to the hospital, I can take you there if you need?”

“No, I’m okay,” Shinso denied. While your eyes flashed with confusion, the same gentle yet gleeful smile stayed on your lips.

“I just wanted to thank you.”

“Oh! There’s no need, I’m just doing my job,” you dismissed with a wave of your hand. It looked soft, and he wanted to hold it, brush his thumb over your knuckles, or maybe his lips. To stop him from grabbing your hand and doing just that, he fiddled with his capture weapon, just like he was doing when he first laid eyes on you.

While he didn’t like you denying your hard work as ‘just part of the job’, he understood where you were coming from. He often has the same mentality when it comes to being a hero, and that makes him feel closer to you.

“I also wanted to,” he hesitated, feeling an unusual anxiety bubbling up into his throat. Why did this feel so difficult?

“Ask you to dinner.”

Your smile dropped, and so did Shinso’s stomach. Your cheeks grew warm as you looked away from the hero, covering your mouth with your hand to hide your giddy grin. If you had a tail, it would’ve been wagging at the speed of sound. Composing yourself, you looked back at Shinso, but nervously couldn’t meet his hooded eyes.

“I’d love to.”

The weight on his shoulders lifted, and he quietly sighed in relief with the faintest smile. But as soon as you started to organise when to go out, you both realised that your schedules didn’t align very well. Shinso kept on his stoic appearance even as he felt his hopes crumble. Was this really how it ended, before it even started, all because of conflicting schedules?

But finally, there was a night when you and him were free. It was a month away, but at least it was something. That date is what carried him through work. On tough days, he would remind himself of his dinner with you, counting down the days until it finally arrived.

He couldn’t believe how nervous he felt, but at least his stoic demeanour didn’t betray that fact. The flame of the candle on the table flickered and swayed, Shinso’s purple eyes watching its every move. Time felt like it was moving too slowly. What felt like ten minutes of watching the flame dance was truly only a minute, but every second of it made him more and more anxious.

The longer he waited, the more he fretted that you weren’t going to show up. Perhaps the month's wait had given you enough time to change your mind. Tugging on his sleeves and collar didn’t help to cool him down, but it was the only sign that he was upset. Just as he was about to get up and leave, the chair across from him was pulled back.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” How could he be mad at you? Your skin glowed in the candlelight, your lips parted in an apologetic smile that showed your beautiful teeth (even with any imperfections). You sat down before holding up a single rose in your hand and handing it to him.

“As an apology.”

“I wasn’t sure what kind you liked,” you explained sheepishly, hands nervously fiddling in your lap under the table.

“Don’t worry, it’s perfect,” he smiled softly. Thankfully dinner continued without a hitch, except for when a fan wanted a picture with Shinso. He was annoyed until he caught you stifling a giggle across the table. He loved to see you laugh.

When dinner was over, he didn’t want to say goodbye, even as you stood outside the restaurant, a cab waiting, he didn’t want to let go of your hand. It just fit so well in his. As you turned to him, looking up into his tired eyes, you smiled.

“I had a really good time,” you admitted, squeezing his hand. Lifting up onto your toes, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. While it was only quick, to Shinso it felt like an eternity. Your soft lips on his skin, your scent clouding his senses, your palm on his chest to steady yourself. It took everything in him to not sweep you off your feet at that moment and claim you as his omega. But alas, you stepped away, with a final call for him to text you before you climbed into the taxi.

He was more infatuated than ever, finding more and more opportunities to visit you at the ambulance station. After learning your favourite snacks, he would drop them off for your lunch or dinner if you were working later. Sometimes he’d even leave flowers and on a Valentine’s Day when you were working, he left chocolates and a stuffed bear.

On nights when it was too late for a date but you were both free, you would talk on the phone for hours.

“And then she tried to hit me when I tried to check her blood pressure! I get that no one likes it, but come on! There’s no need to get violent,” you ranted.

“I know what you mean, I feel like old ladies just want to let their anger out at anyone who cares. One time I got a lady's purse back from a robber and she yelled at me for swinging her purse around too much,” Shinso replied with a soft chuckle. You bit your lip when you heard the sound. It was melodic.

“I mean, we’re just trying to help, aren’t we?” You agreed, rolling onto your stomach, legs idly swinging behind you.

“How did you go after the handoff today?” Shinso asked, running his fingers through his soft hair as he also lounged on his bed. Earlier that day, he caught a man in a hit-and-run who didn’t quite like being held accountable. He was claiming he had chest pains which meant an ambulance had to be called, and Shinso was super happy when he saw you climb out of the vehicle.

“He got worse once you and the cops were gone, the asshole even ripped off my collar,” you grumbled. Shinso felt possessiveness and anger at the thought of that guy putting his hands on you and harming you.

“You weren’t hurt, were you?” He asked.

“I’m fine, my partner managed to subdue him until we got him to the hospital.” It eased his worries to hear you were unharmed, but he was still worried about you.

“Are you doing anything tomorrow night?” He asked, chewing on the inside of his cheek. Your hum through the speaker sounded like a soothing drone, he could use it as white noise if he wanted to.

“Don’t think so, why?”

“Do you want to come over? Dinner and a movie at my place?” Your legs kicked behind you like an excited teen, butterflies swarming your stomach.

“I’d love to.”

Both you and Shinso slept with grins, excited for the next evening. Work felt like a breeze, nothing could get you down when you knew you would be seeing Shinso when your shift ended. He felt the same, if not more excited and anxious.

Before you knew it, you were standing on his doorstep, fist raised shakily to knock on the door. As soon as your knuckles hit the wood, it swung open, revealing Shinso. He must’ve been waiting on the other side of the door.

He invited you in, to which you graciously accepted. You didn’t miss how he held one arm behind his back, but you were too distracted by looking around his home to say anything. It was cute, and you noticed the cat toys strewn about. Shinso cleared his throat, your attention now trained on him.

“I got something for you,” he mumbled, revealing the box he was keeping hidden. He seemed nervous, which made you feel anxious in return. With ginger touches, you took the box and opened it enough to peek inside. It was a collar, amethyst in colour with shining silver metal on the buckle. A definite upgrade from your last one.

“Shinso!” You gasped, picking it up from the box. The inside of it was soft so it wouldn’t irritate your skin, and you could smell that slightly chemical scent that would cover yours.

“It’s beautiful!”

“Do you like it?” He still asked, wanting to quell his anxiety.

“I love it,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around his waist, and pulling him into a tight hug. He quickly reciprocated, head tucked into your shoulder. Without the old collar, he could smell your scent entirely. It was sweet, intoxicating. You pulled away and turned your back to him while holding up the collar.

While he wished you didn’t have to cover your scent, he still complied, clipping on the collar, wanting to do anything to make you happy. Using your phone as a mirror, you admired how the piece looked around your neck, unable to hold in your excited squeal.

Pulling the hero in for another hug, you muttered repeated thank yous. He held you in his arms as you pulled back to look up at him. Shinso’s smile was soft, but it was enough to make you feel jittery. With your gaze locked on his, the world around you fell silent.

Slowly, he leaned down, lips meeting yours in a kiss so passionate it made your knees weak. But you weren’t worried, you knew he would catch you. His hands groped and tugged on your body, palms rough from years of hero work. Your hands found his hair, threading through the soft strands. Everything grew heated, clothes striped and initial date plans pushed to the side until you were finished.

The rest of the night felt feather light, and like there was a warm glow around Shinso, the edges of your vision tinted in rose. Dinner tasted like magic because he cooked it. And the movie was perfect because he picked it. Everything about him was amazing. You were on cloud nine, even as you went to bed alone in your home.

But that all changed by the next morning. Your body felt hot, coated in a sheen of sweat, and struggling to breathe. Stumbling out of bed and making your way to the bathroom, you could feel the slick between your thighs and realise how hard you were. Your reflection showed your sweat-dotted face and messy hair. Your cheeks didn’t cool even after you splashed cold water on your face, so all you could do was slink back into bed.

Your encounter with Shinso last night must’ve had more of an effect on you than you thought, leaving you in heat and needing more. Even as your hands shook, you managed to dial the man in question.

“Hello?” He spoke into the phone. His voice made you whimper, which he heard.

“‘toshi,” you whimpered.

“Is everything okay, baby?” He asked.

“Need you. So bad,” you panted, unable to resist the temptation of palming yourself through your underwear.

“What’s wrong?” The concerned tone in his voice was noticeable.

“In, ah, heat.” You swore you could hear him fumble the phone.

“I’ll be right there okay? Just hold on for me.” He hung up, much to your chagrin as you wanted to keep listening to his voice. It felt like an eternity before he finally showed up. You met him at the door, almost tackling him the second the door opened. He managed to get you back inside, even as you tried to climb him like a tree.

With your arms and legs wrapped around him, he carried you back inside, trying to ignore the way your scent made his body react. He felt himself growing hard, and a hot flush washed over his body. He wanted nothing more than to fuck you right then and there, but he needed to wait a little while longer, then he could have you. Carrying you to your bedroom was the easy part, but getting you to let go of him was another level of difficulty.

You ended up just dragging him onto the bed with you, desperately clawing at his back to keep him close, to drown in him. His hands shook, his grip on you wavering as he fought his urges. As much as he wanted to breed you, he wanted to make his omega as comfortable as possible. 

Finally unlatching you from his body, leaving you to whine and squirm on the bed. Hitoshi shrugged the duffle bag off his shoulder, one you hadn’t even noticed. Blanket after blanket, he pulled them from the bag and placed them around you on the bed, creating a nest for you. 

“I wanted to bring pillows but I didn’t have enough room-” your lips collided with his, arms pulling him close till your body was flush against his. 

“It’s perfect,” you whispered between kisses, slowly pulling him down to the bed. Desperately needing air, he parted from your kiss as your back hit the mattress. You looked like a god below him, the sweat dotting your skin made your body glow. Your hands cupped his face, warm palms on warmer cheeks. 

“Please Hitoshi, make me your omega, be my alpha.” All self-control left him when he heard those words fall from your sweet lips. Capturing your lips once more, his needy hands started pulling on your clothes, desperately wanting to feel your bare skin against his. He couldn’t get them off fast enough, almost resorting to tearing them off when your lips trailed down his neck. Your scent had flooded his senses, his vision clouded fuchsia and all he could think about was you, you, you. 

The moment your underwear was pushed down enough, your hand travelled down between your thighs, fingers collecting the slick around your hole before gently but eagerly pressing them inside. You couldn’t wait for Hitoshi to undress himself, and the sight of you preparing yourself for his cock was something he never wanted to forget. As soon as his clothes were off, his fingers prodded your entrance. Reluctantly you removed your fingers, but you were given little time to dwell before his thicker digits fingered you. 

You occupied your hand by jerking your cock, the wetness on your fingers helping your hand glided smoothly. There were practically hearts in Hitoshi’s eyes as he watched your face contort with pleasure, your eyebrows knitting together when he added a third finger to your wet hole. 

He couldn’t wait any longer, retracting his fingers and hooking your knees over his shoulders. Using your slick as lube on his cock, he pressed his tip to your tight ring of muscle, biting his lip to hold in a hiss of pleasure when he slowly thrusted himself inside you. You, however, moaned unabashedly as his cock carved itself inside you, making it fit perfectly like two puzzle pieces. 

Hitoshi was quick to start an even pace, pressing your knees to your shoulders so his cock could thrust even deeper inside you. You couldn’t grab him in this position as much as you wished you could, instead twisting his blankets in a white-knuckled grip. Your eyes rolled back, swearing he was rearranging your guts at that very moment. Hitoshi couldn’t stop his groans as he felt your walls cling to his cock, pulling him back in every time his hips pulled away. 

Precum dribbled from your tip, leaving glistening droplets on your stomach. The purple-haired man above you leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours to inhale your scent, angling his cock to hit your prostate in the process. Each thrust against the spot sent shockwave after shockwave of pleasure through your body, making your fingers and toes tingle. 

Groans turned to growls as Hitoshi felt his peak building, his knot beginning to swell. He rut could only rut himself inside you, letting go of your knees to wrap his arms around your arched back instead, bodies pressed together. Your ankles quickly locked behind his back, preventing him from pulling out, as if he even wanted to, nails leaving red marks across his shoulder blades. Hitoshi tucked his head between your neck and shoulder, teeth brushing against your skin, but not yet biting down. 

“Mine, mine, mine,” he growled over and over, his voice straining and growing in pitch until he reached his peak, ropes of cum coating your insides as his teeth finally sunk into flesh. The feeling of him filling you with his seed, his knot locking you together, and him officially making you his omega brought you to orgasm. Hitoshi’s hips finally stilled, panting against your neck as you both came down from your highs. Your fingers played with his soft hair, unable to stop a smile from gracing your lips. 

Hitoshi pressed a soft kiss to the bite mark on your shoulder before lifting his head. He smiled softly, threading his fingers with yours as he kissed you deeply. 

“My omega.”

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i hope you enjoyed :) also writing the next chapter of personal pornstar so stay tuned ;)