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Hitoshi stared at the recent text, confused. What on God's green Earth would Izuku want with him at the dead of night? But his message wasn't helpful either. He really didn't want to get reprimanded by a teacher if he was caught sneaking out of his dorm to go to the 1-A dorms to see what Izuku wanted. But he sighed heavily and opened his balcony door. Shoving his phone into his sweatpants pocket he gets a good grip on the railing before looking over. He can make his way down using his capture weapon and jumping from balcony to balcony. Whatever Midoriya needed him for, it had to be important.
The same way he worked his way down he climbed up to Midoriya’s dorm room. The balcony door creaked open just a bit. He pulled at his scarf, ready in case something was seriously wrong. Sliding the door open, a sweet scent engulfs his nose as he steps in. Midoriya lay on his bed a small nest already made.
“Izuku? You alright?” He stepped towards the boy and reached over to grab his shoulder. Izuku groaned as he turned over and looked up at Shinsou.
“Hi,” he groaned out.
Hitoshi pressed his hand to Izuku’s forehead, feeling heat and sweat on the back of his hand. Izuku groaned ever so softly at the touch before reaching out to grab his hand.
“We need to get you to Recovery Girl immediately,” Hitoshi spoke, concern lacing his words as Izuku pulled his hand down to his cheek and nuzzled against his wrist scent gland. Only then did it hit Shinsou what was wrong with Izuku. He pulled his hand away immediately, hearing a whine pull from Izuku's throat.
“No, please, please Toshi,” Izuku sits up as best he can with the sluggish movements of his heat. Hitoshi could only stare at a future Pro Hero who was an Omega. He had naturally assumed that Izuku was a beta since he never had a scent on him. He always smelled like deodorant and laundry detergent.
The sickly sweet scent of honey and vanilla was encasing him. He swallowed thickly as he stared at Izuku. The moonlight spilled beautifully into the dorm room. It lit Izuku up like he was a muse waiting to be painted. Curly viridescent hair, shiny wet emerald eyes, flushed pink cheeks, and red lips.
Shinsou held back the lock and key of his inner alpha, begging and rattling its cage to breed, knot, and claim the omega so beautifully presented in front of him.
“Please, Shinsou, I need you. Please, please, oh please Shinsou,” Izuku begged, sitting up on his knees. Shinsou noticed that Izuku was only wearing an oversized T-shirt and nothing else. In the white moonlight, he can see the shiny, slick trickling ever so slowly down his muscled thighs. His cock twitches at the sight as tears begin to form in emerald eyes.
He silently cursed his mentor Aziawa for not teaching him more about self-control. He could leave the way he came and let any teacher know that a student was in heat would send any unmated alphas into a frenzy rut. Or he can take an alternate course and sate Izuku’s needs. Either he does it or someone else does. Jealousy and possessiveness fill his chest as he can only imagine who could take this opportunity for themselves.
No doubt Katsuki Bakugo would jump at the opportunity to just humiliate Midoriya more in the future. He also knows that Kirishima or Todoroki would also take care of Izuku if it meant no one else would touch him. Shinsou made his way back to Izuku, pulling his capture scarf off, and settled on the bed. The nest was filled with different scents he desperately needed to ignore the one of ash and pine.
“Lie down,” he ordered.
Izuku wasted no time, so eager to please even now in the midst of his heat. It made Shinsou smirk as he lay down on the bed and spread his legs for Shinsou.
Hitoshi dragged his hands up and down Midoriya’s thighs, relishing in the soft shudder, leaving the omega. Spreading his legs open he watches Izuku's cunt continue to leak slick. Sliding his forefinger up and down, slick folds, feeling soft, heated skin under his touch.
“Toshi… please,” Izuku begs again, bucking his hips slightly to get more friction from the alpha. Shinsou planted one hand down on his stomach before leaning down to kiss his inner thigh. Sticky remnants of his slick coating his lips. He can tell Izuku is at the peak of his heat as his whines become more desperate and soft sobs start to escape him. Once Shinsou deemed Izuku’s thighs marked up enough he buried his face between his legs. Izuku gasped a moan as his fingers tangled into indigo strands. Shinsou lapped his tongue around where Izuku continued to spill slick beneath him. His nose nudged perfectly against his swollen clit. Gripping Izuku’s plush thighs, Shinsou fucks his tongue into him, relishing in the moans spilling loudly from the omega. Shinsou was glad Principle Nedzu had decided to make each room soundproof.
Izuku's breathing came out ragged and his body pulled taut as he felt his orgasm reaching him fast. But before he could melt into the bliss, Shinsou pulls away and leans forward capturing Izuku’s whines in a soft kiss. Arms wrap around his back in a weak attempt to pull him closer than they already were.
Izuku pulls away breathless, “Too hot. Off.”
Shinsou wasn't sure if he was talking about himself or him. Sitting up he feels Izuku's nimble fingers pulling the hem of his T-shirt. Taking it off Shinsou does the same for him before pushing him back down into his nest. Izuku sighs in little relief at the contact of skin against his heated skin. Pulling Shinsou back into a kiss that's messy and sloppy, he tugs at his sweats. Shinsou barely gets his pants all the way down before Izuku is bucking his hips upward feeling the tip graze his clit.
“Shinsou, please. I need you,” Izuku whimpers, kissing his neck and burying his face into his scent gland, sucking and licking it.
Hiking Izuku’s leg over his hip, he guides the head of his cock into Izuku’s cunt. Shinsou watches the omega’s face for any sign of discomfort but doesn't find any. On the contrary Izuku’s in pure bliss. Shinsou leaned over Izuku, closing his eyes to melt into the warmth of tight, slick walls hugging him too perfectly. He moans and he can feel Midoriya clench around him tightly.
He's breathless but he lets curiosity take root, “You like that, Izuku? You like hearing me moan in your ear… You want to hear what you do to me?”
Izuku's response is more of a moan and the shaking of his head in agreement.
“Words baby,” Shinsou lazily smiles as he bottoms out.
“Yes—fuck!” The omega shouts.
This was the first time Hitoshi ever heard Midoriya curse. And he wanted to do it again. Izuku’s whines and moans continue as he thrusted harder into him relishing in the wet tightness clinging around his cock like a vice. Curses leave their lips. Violet and emerald eyes lock together in a lust-filled gaze. Izuku gets more desperate. His body is burning with a need that Hitoshi is gladly trying to satisfy. Izuku doesn't tell Shinsou what he's doing till the teen is flipped over. Izuku tosses his head back in pleasure as Shinsou’s cock hits a deeper part.
Just nearly kissing his womb.
“You look better on top,” Hitoshi whimpers as his hands grip Midoriya’s waist helping him ride him. A perfect muse. So fucking perfect.
“Yeah, baby?” Izuku manages to smirk in his hazy heat. “Need you to knot me up.”
“Anything, anything for you, Izuku,” Hitoshi starts meeting the omega’s thrust, feeling his knot begin to swell. Both are lost in pleasure to notice the door cracked open. The footsteps that retreat silently. Finally, Shinsou's knot swells, locking Izuku to him for the following hours. Izuku screams and convulses through his orgasm. Collapsing atop Shinsou, he finally feels sated.
“Thank you,” Izuku mumbles, falling straight into blissful sleep.
Unfortunately, Hitoshi can't sleep. Not anymore. Sleep doesn't come to him as Izuku peacefully sleeps stuffed with his cum. His knot.
He makes a reminder to make sure Izuku takes Plan B in the morning.