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"Mm! Mmmm! Ah!"
"You like riding my cock? Feel good?"
"Mmmhmm~ Coming- I'm gonna cum!"
You'd watched this video before. It was the one with the slow, romantic start and the grinding hips. The alpha licked over his omega's mark, showing it off proudly to the camera. You loved that part.
The omega in the video was twenty. They'd revealed that recently and lost fans over it, but you liked that fact.
See, despite eighteen being the age of adulthood, citizens were banned from marking and mating until the age of twenty-one. It had been that way for decades. Usually, anyway. Sometimes, exceptions were made.
You rolled over on your bed and closed your eyes, imaging a beautiful alpha above you. Your vibrator felt good, sure, but it didn't really work, even with you raised your hips to thrust on it like the omegas on reddit suggested. You just couldn't orgasm.
It wasn't because you weren't feeling good. It was just that each time things started building, you were overwhelmed with this loneliness. There were no hands to hold you, and there were no alphan pheromones to send you in a daze.
Your breathing picked up, and you pushed your vibrator hard into your clit, letting out just one, short, panicked moan before the pleasure cut off prematurely. Still no orgasm. It was for the best this time, though.
The phone range next to you, and you closed out of your porn, picking up. "Hey, dad."
"Hey, honey!" Your father chimed. "I got more heat aids! I'm coming over with them."
Heat aids. You weren't opposed to getting help from medicine this time of month, but you'd much rather have nature's heat aid: dick.
"Thanks. I'll leave my dorm unlocked." You gave yourself a sprits of perfume to cover your copulins.
It was a Sunday. Just recently, you'd had your eighteenth birthday, and your parents expected you to start taking charge on your own more often. That meant they'd no longer be managing your heat aids by texting you to take them.
Your mother and father (they did everything together) bought them each month, but it was up to you to remember to take them. Easier said than done, especially when your nights consisted of shedding a few tears over surprise assignments and falling asleep at two in the morning to the sound of Denki making tiktoks one floor up.
Your clit throbbed as you went off to the bathroom. Yes, you were incredibly blessed to live in the dorm you did, eating and getting an education, but this was one of the worst miseries you knew. Clit throbbing, begging you to orgasm, and neck aching to be bitten. You could hardly stand up straight. Monday was going to be a mess.
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"Sero."
"Here."
"Mina."
"Here!"
"(Y/N)."
You wanted to groan. "Here."
Aizawa cocked an eyebrow at you as he moved passed, but you ignored it. You were already focusing on his hips again.
His body was build like a tank. Those hips. Oh, those hips. He could have broken down a door just by thrusting on it.
You let out a shaky breath and covered your head with your arms.
This was torture.
Momo reached up to tap your shoulder, and she handed you a pair of heat gummies when you turned around.
Heat gummies were banned by your parents. While they were easy to get and worked well to satisfy a heat temporarily, your mother claimed it made heats worse when it came back. You didn't care. It was the only thing that worked for you these days. You thanked her.
Just minutes after taking them, you perked you a bit and managed to get through the day. It wasn't until the very end, at p.e, when you had to sit out.
Why omegas were required to go to school during heats, you weren't sure. It seemed cruel. Then again, you weren't allowed to get a mate until you were twenty one, yet omegas suffered heats long before that. It seemed a little cruel too.
You got why they did it. There was evidence that most minds couldn't fully comprehend relationships until twenty-seven, and the mind didn't finish growing until around thirty-two. It had been a compromise to make the age to mate twenty-one. Again, usually twenty-one.
That couple you'd been watching earlier. The omega was just twenty, yet she had been marked by her alpha since she was nineteen. They'd explained they met through a special program, and it was also the reason they both posted videos so frequently. They mated like bunnies in spring.
The Emergency Mating Service, or the EMAS law. Also known as the Mating Exception Act. It had been put in place by the government around twelve years ago, and it was incredibly taboo. Many believed it was a scummy way of getting rich alphas a young, sex-addicted, vulnerable mate to control. Others thought it was a great way to make sure those who suffered from higher hormonal effects could be functioning members of society.
The law, despite being new, had been inspired by an incredibly old method of mating rituals. Thousands of years ago, a mother would choose her omegan daughter's mate for her, and she would marry her off to avoid intense heats.
People often said those ways were barbaric, and that omegas should be allowed to fend for themselves and choose their own mate. And since EMAS had taken inspiration from those old ways, it had received a lot of backlash.
Your parents were against it as well, though for other reasons. The way emergency mating service buildings did their work was unknown. Workers were usually not allowed to speak about how things worked, as it was an invasion of privacy to the omegas and alphas involved.
But...
But sometimes, you wanted to know what it was like.
The alphas who signed up were mysterious, and nothing was known about the requirements, but as for omegas, they had to be in good mental health and physical health, at least in certain ways. It was important that therapists on the EMAS buildings could know who was and wasn't truly experiencing high heats caused by hormones and not caused by stress or a disease.
Nobody was physically or mentally perfect, but for the sake of hopefully getting into one of those programs, you had been eating extra healthy.
You didn't know if you'd try to enter a program, but if anything happened, you wanted to be prepared to.