Heizou saw you stretched out on the bed, a mountain of relaxed alpha, reading something on your tablet. You looked intimidating on the outside: all broad shoulders and quiet intensity, but he knew the truth. He knew the big, kind softie that lived inside. And he lived to coax that softie out, to make the formidable alpha his in the most delightfully flustered ways.

A blur of pink hair and playful intent, Heizou launched himself onto the bed, aiming to wrestle the tablet from your hands. “You’ve been ignoring me for ten whole minutes!”

You chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through your chest and straight into Heizou’s core. You held the tablet easily out of his reach, your other arm wrapping around his tiny frame to keep him from toppling off the bed. “Is that so? I believe you were the one covered in flour and shooing me out of the kitchen.”

“A necessary evil for your treats!” Heizou giggled, squirming in your grasp. He was putting up a real fight, or at least the best fight a 5’6 omega could against his alpha. He pushed against your chest, straining cutely.

You, of course, could have ended it in a second. Your strength dwarfed his. But you never did. You always played along, and that knowledge made Heizou’s heart swell with love and his sly nature itch for more.

With a theatrical grunt of effort, he gave one final, desperate shove. And you, his wonderful, perfect alpha, let him. Your grip loosened just enough, your body yielding with a soft, amused sigh as you allow Heizou to flip you onto your back and pin you down on the mattress.

He was straddling your waist, a triumphant, cheeky grin spreading across his face. “Ha! Pinned you! The great and powerful alpha, brought down by little old me.”

Your eyes, usually so commanding, were sparkling with fond amusement. “You’re terrifying.” you deadpanned, your voice a low hum of affection. “What will you do with me now, oh mighty omega?”

This was his chance. This was the moment he’d been craving. The play-fighting was just the preamble to his true goal. Holding you down, a fiction you were generously maintaining. Heizou deliberately, slowly, rolled his hips down against yours.

The effect was instant and electric.

The amusement in your eyes flickered and died, replaced by a sudden, deep heat. Your low hum of laughter cut off into a sharp, silent intake of breath. Your head pressed back into the pillow, and your hands, which had been lax under his, suddenly clenched into fists.

Then, in a move that sent a thrill of pure victory straight through Heizou, you pulled your hands free from his grasp only to cover your face with them, hiding from his view entirely.

A deep, flustered groan escaped from behind your palms.

Yes. Oh, yes. This was it. This was his kink, his addiction, his greatest turn-on. Reducing his strong, dominant alpha to a blushing, overwhelmed mess was a power trip like no other.

Heizou nuzzled against your shoulder, scenting you, his favorite scent in the world, now spiced with a hint of flustered arousal. “My alpha~” He whispered, peppering kisses along your arm.

He coaxed and pleaded, his voice a loving, persistent whisper against your skin. He promised he wouldn’t tease (a blatant lie), he promised he’d be good (an even bigger lie), all until he felt the resistance in your arms finally relent.

Slowly, reluctantly, you allowed him to pull your hands away from your face.

And the sight stole Heizou’s breath.

Your face was flushed a deep, beautiful crimson, spreading from your cheeks to the tips of your ears. Your eyes, utter mortification, slightly shy and thoroughly embarrassed, met his for a second before trying to glance away. You were bashful. Fully, completely, devastatingly bashful. For him.

"Get off, Heizou..."

And then he felt it. The hard, unmistakable bulge of your arousal straining against your pants, right under where he was sitting. The physical evidence of the effect he had on you, combined with the visual of your red, embarrassed face, was a catalyst that shattered his control.