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Heatstruck - A/B/O MinjiG!P

Hanni had no idea what she was doing anymore. It was past midnight, and here she was: disheveled in her bathrobe, slugging cheap wine and thumbing through page after page of dick pics on her phone. Not exactly her finest hour, to say the least. Blame it on pheromones. Her heat was coming.

Yesterday in the office, she'd merely felt mildly funny. Her shirt had clung more than usual, and her pulse sometimes leapt to her throat for no reason. Hyein had looked at her strangely, but that was nothing new. By early evening, however, the funny feeling had departed for a very familiar one.

Her body had begun to clamor its needs as she wrapped up her last meeting with the team from Ador Developments. She'd almost embarrassed herself by puking all over the conference room desk, but managed to hold it together only by the skin of her teeth. Worse still, she'd had to decline a dinner invite that would have certainly furthered her career. Omega woes, once again.

By the time Hanni made it home, her belly roiled with cramps, and her brain had long ago departed for another, saner land. Luna, her cat, greeted her with an expectant prrrt and received a hurried head scratch in return, and a handful of kibble in her bowl. The ragdoll turned her nose up at such a coarse treatment, but Hanni didn't stop to console her. She fled into her bedroom, shedding clothes as she went, and dove into the drawer for her trusty 'cycling aide'.

Several hours and two rounds of batteries later, she was still gritting her teeth and flexing her thighs, pacing the apartment because laying on her bed and panting only made her predicament seem worse. Luna had long ago given up on her and curled up in her cat tree, green eyes luminous as she surveyed the scene, but Hanni couldn't settle.

This was going to be an absurdly bad heat. She could tell. The precursor was worse than her worst heat in college had been, and she couldn't imagine what the real peak would feel like when it hit. This was going to be bad, and she was already contemplating things that would never have otherwise crossed her mind.

Normally, she rode her heats out alone. The busy life of a graphic designer left little room for relationships, aside from a few failed flings with coworkers. She'd had to cut the last one off in a rather excessive fashion, and from then on, had sworn off the dating pool until she got her business off the ground. That had been some time ago, and her friend Danielle was always rolling her eyes, asking when Hanni would, quote, 'get dicked down already so you can quit whining about it'.

This was, theoretically, all Danielle's fault. Danielle had forcibly downloaded the app onto her phone, at the last girl's night out, several weeks prior. Hanni had rambled about how hard it was to find someone in her line of work, and Danielle — while sighing loudly — had asked for Hanni's phone. She'd unthinkingly handed it over, then sputtered when she saw Danielle open the App Store.

"What are you doing?" She'd tried to snatch the phone back, but the beta deftly avoided her grasp, and entered Hanni's passcode without hesitation.

"Downloading AlphaMatch onto your phone." Danielle shouted over the thumping bass from the dance floor below. She slid Hanni's phone back. "Start swiping through some good-looking alphas, get yourself satisfied, and then come tell me I'm a good friend."

"You're an asshole, is what you are," Hanni protested, but Danielle only shrugged and grinned. That was as far as the conversation went.

Hanni had let the app sit on her phone, unopened, idly wondering why she didn't just delete it right away... until tonight, when it became obvious. Danielle was right, at least partially. The vibrator wasn't going to cut it. Her fantasies were wilder, darker than her own hands could provide, and her body needed something stronger. And if she felt this way now, she could only imagine what she was going to feel like tomorrow.