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Being an omega was truly an experience.
You were painted to be sweet, cuddly, delicate yet expected to be fierce and protective.
You were envisioned to be a hard worker but told to take it easy.
Society admired you but demeaned you at the same time.
A walking irony and one giant headache of a second gender.
Why?
Well, if you ignore all the shallow minded and outdated opinions and remarks, it’s simple, really.
One word.
Heats.
Apparently biology felt that Alphas and Omegas had too much of an upper hand against betas so beloved mother nature decided to even the playing field by disabling the two rarer sub genders by handicapping them for a definite period of time, monthly.
A period of time where the only thing that runs through an omegas’ mind is breed, breed, breed .
The urge to get fucked senseless rising with every minute, bodies overheating and shivering no matter what, intense usage of toys and fingers or whatever’s at hand if not a partner or mate to assist them.
The omega part of their brain simply won’t be satisfied until they either get stuffed full of a fat knot and are bred thoroughly or the wave passes and their dumb counterpart simply gives up on getting pregnant as the cycle repeats and their ovulation period ends.
You get the gist of how troublesome it can be despite the pleasure acquired throughout.
All omegas can give their statement on that.
Every single one. Mated or not.
Isagi was no different.
Like any typical omega, Isagi hated those days where he laid immobile in bed, fingers deep in his cunt as he imagined random, faceless alphas bedding him thoroughly.
He was not excited to get pregnant, much less leave football to take care of a crying and screaming bundle of joy so early on. He hated those times where he was unable to play football because biology wanted to be a bitch. So as soon as he was old enough to get his hands on suppressants, Isagi took them with a punctuality that surprised his family and himself.
He was never that responsible, ever; even if that aspect of him changed later on when he learned health was a huge factor in an athletes’ career. This also meant he had to learn how to limit his daily takings if he didn’t want any adverse side effects later on.
Didn’t mean that Isagi went off the pill anytime soon.
A decision that he hadn’t regretted at all with how much better he felt without heats interrupting his daily life.
Honestly.
Even if some animalistic part of him urged him to stop taking those damned pills the second he laid eyes on Itoshi Rin. Something completely unreasonable and far more suiting for a person with questionable morals.
Too bad the sentiments were returned by the teal eyed striker.
Blue Lock had made Isagi stop taking pills in case of steroids. The ones prescribed to him were left behind along with his phone and belongings. At the beginning, Ego had offered an alternative in place but Isagi had felt hesitant to ingest something that could possibly damage or fuse with a part of his reproductive system.
Lies. He just wanted Itoshi Rin to smell his true scent without the pills blocking their appeal, even though that wasn’t part of the original plan.
The one great outcome of going off the pill was the effect it had on his scent. His previously sweet scent had turned more minty according to his fellow omega, Bachira, who spent half of their free time in Blue Lock burying his nose deep in the crook of Isagis’ neck.
If anyone could spot a subtle change in his scent, it’d no doubt be the semi blonde omega, so Isagi took his words without a grain of salt.
Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for others to whiff out the change in his scent. The vanilla and raspberry scent had a cool tinge to it, similar to chamomile. Something that happened when he was near his heat before he started taking suppressants.
It also didn’t take long until eyes started lingering on his body.
A whole group of Alphas, Omegas and Betas wondering who was the pretty omega so close to their heat.
It was quite worrisome as it was arousing.
Knowing he had a roo full of people willing to help him act out his wildest and nastiest fantasies.
Truthfully speaking, Isagi wasn’t worried the slightest what to do if his heat arrived all of a sudden.
Ego had already consulted with them what would happen if a rut or heat took place.
There were rooms and necessary materials available, all clean and newly bought, events would be postponed for a day or two while Ego would inject them with the standard neutralizers so their predicament could pass quickly and even how they had the luxury to choose if they wanted a partner or not.
So yeah, Isagi wasn’t worried the slightest about what to do if his heat would appear out of nowhere.
What he was worried about was who would be the daring person to first step up to help him during his heat.
Isagi was aware of the fact that there were many players in Blue Lock who wanted to fuck him at least once.
Whether they had genuine feelings or not, Isagi didn’t care. He just wanted a nice cock that could make him cry and a pleasant scent to drown in.
That was a lie as well. There was just one single alpha in the whole facility he was willing to fuck.
He just didn’t want the pain of dealing with rejecting an over cocky Alpha or a full-of-themselves omega. Betas were fine too but Isagi really wanted a knot to even think of giving them a chance.
Besides if worse comes worst, he’ll have Bachira to play with during the entire expanse of his heat. Chigiri too, if the red headed omega wanted to join in.
It wouldn’t be the first time the three omegas fooled around, something Team Z could confirm with how often their room smelled like a brothel.
But that was another matter.
All he wanted now was the tall, imposing citrus and cherry scented Alpha to take him to bed.
Even if it meant Isagi had to use underhand tactics like going off the pill to lure Rin in with his scent.
If only he knew how little it would take much to get the younger Itoshi brother to agree.