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When Sakura becomes head of the village’s medical division after Tsunade retires, Sakura learns two interesting things.
The first thing is when she officially becomes Kakashi’s doctor after he takes office. Sakura now has access to his medical file, which was somehow quite extensive but not nearly as large as one would assume for a man who had a thirty year career as a shinobi. Sakura had combed through every inch in hopes of finding an image with Kakashi’s face, as well as the practical applications of knowing past illnesses, injuries, and potential allergies.
She didn’t find any images of him maskless (she wouldn’t be surprised if he had gotten rid of them even before she became his doctor), though there were a handful of pictures, starting at the age of five. Mission related injuries were required to be documented, and Kakashi had allowed the photographer to do his job, though he seemed unamused in every photo, even at the age of five. Sakura had cooed seeing him at such a young age, even if in the back of her head she was quite mortified seeing a seven year old with a broken arm because of a B-rank mission. It was mainly because it seemed like Minato enjoyed carting him along on high scale missions, and by that point he was a certified chunin, but the first appearance of high rank missions at his age had made her balk.
His medical file had marked him as an alpha, which Sakura had been mildly surprised about. Kakashi had mentioned it being true, but he mostly wore scent blockers for stealth purposes and was far from the usual aggressive behavior associated with them. Sakura had always thought some people were born the wrong secondary gender- Kakashi was a truly pitiful alpha in many ways. His physical traits and demeanor were a far cry from how an alpha should look and act, and it was only his ruthless reputation that convinced people it was true.
Sakura had been disappointed to learn that Kakashi hadn’t been lying, and snapped his medical file shut. A physical exam with the man not long after confirmed he was a healthy young alpha, with a perfectly working knot and the hormones to match (that exam had left Kakashi unable to look her in the eye for a week after, which Sakura had quietly enjoyed).
The second thing Sakura learns is that she has access to all of the medical research Konoha had done or collected. A large library beneath the hospital was flooded with all sorts of fascinating information. Kakashi had also shown her parts of the hokage office that held interesting medical secrets in case they were of any value to her.
Tsunade had heralded much medical research in the last thirty years, but Sakura was surprised to find a few studies with Orochimaru’s name attached. The man had dabbled in everything, so it seemed, and she couldn’t help but curiously skim through some of his work. Most of it was written off as forbidden, given the lack of ethics involved in every project, as well as the dubious purpose behind every study. It seems he managed to leave behind some good, small as it is, and when Sakura isn’t busy at the hospital or hanging out with her friends, she uses her spare time to read through some of the forbidden medical techniques developed.
There was one study she picks up a year after Kakashi had entered office. It was a study looking into the old wives tale of “bitching” an alpha into an omega, said to be done historically when the omega populations were low. Sakura assumed the project would confirm the idea to be nothing more than a fantasy, and skimmed ahead to the results, wondering if it lead to any other interesting discoveries.
Sakura had, in fact, assumed incorrectly.
It was possible to alter a person’s dynamic after presentation. The study showed interest in seeing if it was possible to turn an omega into almost alpha, but concluded positive evidence that an alpha could be turned into an omega. The only issue they surmised from this was that it takes several months for the changes to be viable, and a few years for the changes to be permanent. Another omega shortage wouldn’t be solved instantaneously with this process.
But the fact remains that it could work. Sakura reads through the methodology section with wide eyes, soaking in every word. The first stage was feeding the omega an alpha’s cum every day for multiple months. The alpha should also be subjected to only other alphas and their scents during the time, so the body believes that there are too many alphas in the population and will begin to shift to producing omegan hormones to balance out. Once the body begins to do that, continue to feed the subject with alpha cum, and wait until noticeable shrinkage in the testes, enough to cause the alpha to be unable to knot. Continue the treatment with low level heat inducers, and the subject should develop an omegan cunt. Once the slit is large enough and the penis has fully shrunk, the subject should soon fall into a pseudo heat.
The subject won’t be fertile until a full year of treatment. Two years of treatment prove the alpha will no longer produce alpha hormones, and three years ensures the production of omega hormones and regular heats even with the removal of treatment.
Sakura’s mouth is practically watering by the time she finishes the study. The results were found with a large sample size, and Sakura was already pondering how she could make this work. Some people were born the wrong secondary gender, and Sakura now had the knowledge and power to correct this.
The obvious answer was to start small, with one subject.
Kakashi arrived at his scheduled annual physical exam thirty minutes late. Sakura watches him squirm for a little while, knowing he despises these things but also well aware that Sakura will drag him from his office and force him into doing it anyway. Worse, she had threatened stripping him down and performing the exam in public if he tried to put it off long enough that she would forget, and Kakashi had taken that particular threat to heart.
Sakura didn’t know why the man was so nervous about his body. He was incredibly handsome when she had forced the mask off his face, even with that miserable look he had carried throughout the exam. His body was fit, lithe, and well proportioned. Yet he had spent the past twenty years once Tsunade had left the village avoiding these exams, and had rarely ever shed an article of clothing beyond taking off his flak jacket in front of team seven. Sakura doesn’t think Kakashi is insecure about not having the physicality of an alpha- perhaps he might be dysphoric, however, lacking a broader, taller body and the excessive musculature they possessed. Kakashi shyly removing his pants in front of her for the exam solidified her convictions.
Sakura performed the physical, leaving Kakashi bright red, only barely restraining herself from cooing over him. She drew some blood and asked for a few other bodily samples to run tests on, then asked him to come back within a few hours while she faked a few results. Kakashi would trust whatever she said- he had some medical ninjutsu knowledge, but never asked to see the results himself, believing whatever Sakura would tell him. It never hurts to be prepared, however.
“It looks like you have a few vitamin deficiencies,” Sakura informed a few hours later, pretending to study the chart on her clipboard. Kakashi’s brows furrowed slightly in confusion, his head tilting adorably like a dog’s.
“My diet hasn’t changed since the last time I had an exam,” Kakashi states, though he isn’t challenging her, simply curious. Truthfully, Kakashi’s diet is a health professional's dream, a perfect balance of fruits and veggies, proteins and carbs, and he’s not lacking a single vitamin. The man was meticulous when it came to his body- she suspects it’s because that body spent so many years as a weapon, and lagging in performance was both a death sentence and a personal affront to his reputation.
“Well, your metabolism changes as you get older. You may find yourself needing more nutrients as the years continue, funnily enough.” She shifts, pretending to sift through a cupboard. “We’ve been trying to develop tastier methods of improving nutrient deficiencies that aren’t as severe as a soldier pill. Here!”
She produced several protein bars, offering Kakashi one. He peered at it almost suspiciously, turning it around in his hands for a moment. She was slightly afraid that Kakashi had sniffed her out and knew that she had baked them as a method of getting the first step of the procedure started. Kiba hadn’t smelled anything off, so she crossed her fingers and hoped Kakashi wouldn’t notice, either.
“Did you bake these?” Kakashi asks, tentatively, and Sakura almost sighs, knowing he’s teasing her lackluster cooking.
“Yes,” she answers defensively, then deflated. “But Shizune had given me a lot of help in developing them.”
Partially true. They had experimented a few times in less extreme alternates to food pills for normal diets. Sakura had used that knowledge to create these, and slip in a few extra indredients.
Satisfied, Kakashi lowered his mask and bit into one. Sakura crossed her fingers, begging she had managed to hide the flavor. Kakashi wasn’t one for sweet things, so if Sakura wanted to make sure he would actually eat these and not seek out an alternative, they had to be palatable. Sugar was an easy mask for the taste cum produced, but Sakura soon learned a combination of mint and bitter dark chocolate helped as well.
“Hm.” Kakashi swallowed, Sakura’s eyes trailing his throat. “Not bad. And not very sweet.”
“There’s a tasty milk chocolate version if you get over your aversion to good tasting sweets,” Sakura teases, and is gifted with a small smile in return before he finishes the protein bar.
Sakura sends him away with a month supply. The first month is a placebo, in case Kakashi connects the eventual changes in his body to the time he began to eat her protein bars. The next month is a potent batch, and Sakura keeps a meticulous eye on Kakashi for the next few months. Kakashi is unlikely to report the symptoms and physical changes immediately, so she had to keep a sharp eye on him. The part about keeping him away from other omega would be a bit tricky, but Sakura has never been more thankful that a majority of the shinobi community present as alphas, and that Kakashi was holed up in the hokage office, often only interacting with Shikamaru or team seven or clan heads, all of whom are either alphas or betas.
It takes more months than the study had suggested, but eventually Kakashi shows up to the clinic, a slight red flush peeking from above his mask. “Are you busy, Sakura? I would… like to book an appointment.”
Sakura feigns surprise and concern. “If you’re actively seeking me out, you must be dying. I can do an exam now.”
“We don’t have to,” he counters, looking a little shy. “I’m sure you’re busy. It’s not a big deal. I’m probably just misinterpreting things.”
“Your thoughts on injuries that don’t require immediate treatments are vastly different from mine,” Sakura deadpans, taking his arm and guiding him to her office so he doesn’t chicken out. “Let’s go.”
It takes another ten minutes for Kakashi to admit what exactly is ailing him. It’s like pulling teeth with him, though Sakura can’t lie and say she doesn’t feel a bit of pity for what he’s about to admit. It would be embarrassing for anyone, let alone having to admit it to his former student.
“I was…” Kakashi trails off, blushes, then keeps his eyes on the ground. “I noticed my… I think I’ve gotten…” The next word is practically whispered. “Smaller.”
“Smaller?”
Kakashi resolutely will not make eye contact with her. “I noticed about a month ago, and I think it shrank even more after, and I… well I’ve heard of it happening in old age but I’m thirty three, for crying out loud… so…”
“What is smaller?” Sakura demands, because she’s not supposed to know, after all, and because watching him squirm with humiliation is turning her on.
Kakashi flushes fully, ears bright red. He glances at his crotch, seemingly losing the ability to speak. Sakura takes the cue for what it is and takes some pity on him, demanding him to take off his pants, then boxers, so she can examine him further. Kakashi is still as a statue as she fondles him a little less than professionally, feeling the size of his testes, eyeing the length of his cock.
“They don’t seem different to me.” They do. His testes have definitely shrunk, and she’s noticing his dick is slightly shorter than it was a few months ago. It’s slightly too early for her to begin the next step of the treatment. “But if you’re that concerned, I have some mild hormone supplements you can take.”
Kakashi frantically pulls his pants up, staring at his crotch for a few moments. “I guess if you’re not concerned, I’m not either…”
It’s another month before Kakashi returns, even more flustered than before. It takes half an hour before he finally admit what’s wrong with him, sinking his face into his hands in embarrassment. “I can’t… knot.”
That was promising. Sakura perked while he wasn’t looking. It meant the next part of the treatment could progress if he’s experienced that much shrinkage and hormonal imbalance. “Show me.”
That makes Kakashi turn a brilliant color. It takes ten more minutes for Kakashi to work up the nerve to take his pants and boxers off, and another five before he begins to stroke himself. Sakura pretends to watch him with a clinically detached expression, but she’s practically salvitating. His dick is noticeably shorter, and it’s clear his testes have shrunk. He’ll have a cute omega cocklet in no time at this rate. It’s also incredibly hot watching Kakashi try to pleasure himself and fail, his breathy little half moans he tries to swallow as he stimulates himself.
Sakura watches for a reasonably professional amount of time before interviewing, reluctantly putting on a glove and enthusiastically trying to jerk him off. Kakashi makes a few truly pitiful noises that have Sakura’s dick throbbing by the time they’re done, and Sakura has confirmed that Kakashi is unable to form a knot. She pretends to mull over this predicament for a while, though not long enough to truly make Kakashi worry.
“You’re a bit young to be having these sexual difficulties,” Sakura admits. “But you have had a pretty stressful life. Some dysfunction is to be expected. I can prescribe you some hormone treatments that should do the trick, though if you’re having this much trouble, it might take a month or two before your body starts accumulating alpha hormones again.”
Kakashi gratefully takes the treatment she gives, which happens to the last stage of this treatment- low level heat inducers. Satisfied, she’ll keep an eye on him for a while until he notices the changes his slit will go through. Once that comes to fruition, it won’t be long before he under goes his first pseudo heat, and Sakura will visit him for that, to help satisfy his new cravings, and to give him the mating bite he’s been absent of since they had known each other.
It’s only another month before Kakashi is back in Sakura’s office, looking far more wild than Sakura had seen him before regarding the changes to his body. He’s slightly less hesitant to take off his pants and show her the problem, likely because of how big of a change it is, and because he had been doing that quite frequently this past year. Sakura also noted that when Kakashi removes his flak jacket his pecs have developed into A cup sized tits- barely noticeable, if Sakura wasn’t keeping a keen eye for this.
Kakashi has removed his pants and Sakura has him sit on the counter so she can examine the developed slit. Betas are born with only one sexual organ, and have reduced fertility. Alpha and omegas are born with both sets of organs, but only one is activated during puberty when their hormones flood their bodies and increase their fertility. Whichever sexual organ isn’t used tends to atrophy; cocks tend to remain incredibly short while vaginas are shallow and too tight to comfortably stick a finger inside, much less another cock. Sakura’s an alpha and her own cunt is barely even noticeable.
His cock is noticeably smaller than the last time she had examined him. She spreads his legs and finds his cute cunt quite easily, much more noticeable since the last time she had examined him, well developed folds and a larger hole circumference. It was clear he had been holding off on coming for a visit for some time, considering how developed this vagina was- he had probably been quite freaked out.
Sakura feigns needing to do a physical exam of his new cunt. The professional thing to do would be to glove herself and find medical lube, but Sakura only does one of those things. Sliding on a pair of gloves, Sakura stimulates Kakashi’s cock, a few careful strokes until he begins to leak beads of precum which she uses as lubrication for stronger, faster strokes. Kakashi grips the counter tightly, knuckles white, jaw clenched as she teases the slit of his cocklet, jerking him off slowly, calmly. The aim wasn’t to get him off from his cock, however.
A few minutes of stimulating his sensitive dick finds his cunt leaking onto the counter. Kakashi’s face is beet red when they both look at his cunt, dribbling clear slick down the lips of pussy, so tantalizing Sakura needs to take a moment to control herself. Calmly, she begins to push one of her fingers inside, feeling his virgin walls squeeze tightly as she presses knuckles deep, and confident that his cunt can handle it, sliding in another finger alongside. Kakashi lets out an adorable little gasp, thighs twitching as her fingers push back inside, exploring the depth of his pussy before slowly beginning to scissor, stretching his incredibly tight hole for a few moments before she begins to finger fuck him.
She pulls back just to slam her fingers back inside, making Kakashi jerk, one hand rising to cover his mouth, a small squeak escaping him for just a moment. It’s incredibly difficult to maintain a professional aura when Kakashi is fighting not to roll his hips in time with her thrusts, when he’s blushing so profusely his ears are red, when he’s struggling not to moan in pleasure as she forces her fingers deeper and deeper inside of him. A bumpy patch of nerves against her fingers makes Kakashi mewl, a sound that goes straight to her dick as she begins to mercilessly pound his pussy, thrusting hard and fast against that sensitive spot.
Kakashi squirms, hips thrusting forward to meet her fingers, begging her to stay inside, begging for more stimulation, to abuse that cunt she had given him. She’s nearly dizzy with arousal as she fucks him, watching slick leak from his pussy, lewd noises the only sound between them except for Kakashi’s occasional bitten off moans as she finally forced him to climax, his cunt becoming a vice against her fingers as he hits his peak, fluid gushing from his pussy on to the counter, staining his beautiful thighs and making his pussy glossy with his spend.
Sakura sucks in a deep breath before removing her fingers, trying to remain as professional as possible when she sets a box of tissues next to him. Kakashi’s face is burning so hot she can feel the warmth radiating from him as he struggles to catch his breath.
“Your vagina seems quite developed,” Sakura notes, voice as steady as she can manage, making Kakashi choke from the blunt words. “It seems like your body is having a difficult time balancing your hormones. I’ll put you on proper hormonal treatment. If we don’t see any changes in three months, I’ll need to investigate your pituitary gland.”
“But this is reversible?” Kakashi asked as Sakura placed a bottle of pills in his hand. They were the same heat inducers, just in a different package.
“Of course.” Sakura places a hand on his shoulder, offering faux comfort. “You aren’t fertile, either, so don’t worry. Just let me know if you develop any more odd symptoms, alright?”
Sakura is nearly giddy when Kakashi leaves. It shouldn’t be long now before she can sweep in and take a reward for all of her efforts. The study was correct that this was quite a time consuming process, and it might be best that it’s forgotten, since it won’t be of real use in the real world. It’s nice that Orochimaru’s experiments resulted in one good thing, however. Kakashi was going to become the gender he always should have had.
Sakura continues to keep a quiet eye on Kakashi, visiting the hokage’s office here and there to bother him about budgets, academy training, and anything else she can think of. She hits gold one day when she comes around lunch break to see that Shikamaru had sent Kakashi home; the man had been listless with a fever nearly all day and Shikamaru did not want to be responsible for whatever might happen.
When Kakashi doesn’t show up for work tomorrow, Sakura knows it’s time to make her move. Sakura assured Shizune and Shikamaru that she’ll make a home visit to check on his health and report back if anything is wrong. Kakashi might slack on his duties and show up to work hours late but he wasn’t one to take a day off, and wasn’t one to take his duty lightly despite all of his posturing.
Sakura doesn’t bother knocking on his apartment door. She climbs to his window and disables the traps he had set before opening it wide and shimmying inside. The scent of an omega in heat was thick and heady, making her dick throb as she shut the window and turned her attention on her prize. It spoke volumes of just how out of his mind Kakashi had to be not to notice her, focused instead on humping one of his pillows, his small cock fisted in his hand as he grinds his cunt, searching for any friction he can get.
Sakura coos at the sight. Kakashi was completely naked, his tiny breasts bouncing slightly as he continued grinding his pussy, letting out pathetic little cries as he remained unsatisfied, omega instincts craving a good knotting. His scent was distressed, a gentle rainstorm with echoes of lightning ozone, soured slightly by his frustration, but far sweeter than she had ever smelled from him before in the rare occasion he removed his scent blockers. The lightning storm of his scent, electricity static and wild, had been tamed into something warm.
It was time for Sakura to claim her reward.
Sakura placed a hand on Kakashi’s head, stilling him, brushing his sweaty bangs from his forhead and out of his eyes. Kakashi doesn’t even startle, languidly moving his head to look at her with dreamy, half lidded eyes. “S-Sakura?”
“You’re so cute!” Sakura cries, cupping Kakashi’s face in her hands, watching him squirm slightly, confused but craving her touch, instinctively leaning in. “I always knew you were never meant to be an alpha, and it turns out I was completely right. Look at you! You’re so beautiful now, positively glowing as an adorable omega.”
Sakura trailed a hand down his chest, pinching one of his nipples, earning a breathy moan, instinctively thrusting his chest into her hands, glassy eyes squinting as he tried to think. It was cute, watching him try to work through the fog of an intense heat to understand what she had just implicated, and she remains patient, watching the realization slowly dawn as she continues to knead at his tits.
“You?” Kakashi croaks, barely able to muster up the brain power to speak. Omega heats weren’t usually so powerful, but Kakashi’s body was working on over time, thinking it had twenty years worth of heats to be making up for, as well as hormones and instincts Kakashi had never had before, struggling to control himself. “You did this…?”
“I am a prodigal medical ninja,” Sakura reminded him, flicking his nipple, earning a low groan. “Some people present incorrectly. I felt it was my job to fix you.”
“I don’t n-need-“
“Look at you,” Sakura coos, interrupting him, pushing him down on the bed, climbing after him. Kakashi struggles, limbs too loose to be much of an issue as Sakura straddles him, slotting the tent in her pants against his cunt, rutting against him slow and steady. Kakashi’s protests break off into a needy whine, instinctively rolling his hips towards her, trying to encourage her cock to slip inside him. Sakura leans down, nipping at his mating gland, earning an adorable yip as she sucked hickies along his neck. “You were born for this role. So wet already, just for me. Submissive, docile, just like a good omega should be. You were never very aggressive, too soft. And look at your body…”
Her hands touch every surface of his skin, enjoying how the hormones have softened him, relaxed his muscles. She cups his tits, kneading them a few times before sliding away, sliding across his rib cage, before gripping his cute cocklet that was drooling little beads of infertile precum.
“It’s not like you can use this anymore,” Sakura reminds, giving his useless cock a few strokes, making Kakashi’s hips buck. “You can’t even knot. I bet you didn’t even like knotting when you were a supposed alpha, anyway. You were made to be bred, not to breed.”
“Not-“ Kakashi groans. “Stop-“
“You don’t want me to stop. You want me to put you in your place, remind you of what you’re true nature is. You want a nice, thick cock in your virgin little cunt. You want me to knock you up with a thick knot stretching you wide and keeping you stuffed.” Sakura lowers the waistband of her pants, sliding her cock out. Kakashi whined at the sight, instinctively salivating, licking his lips, eyes glassy with need. “You want to be a good omega, don’t you?”
“I-I’m…”
Sakura shuffles, her cock hitting his cheek, precum smearing across his rosy tinted skin. She grabs a fist full of his wild hair and forces him against her crotch, next to another scent gland, releasing her scent fast and thick, domineering and heavy with lust. Kakashi squirms against her hold for a few moments; Kakashi may have been trained to have a precise handle on his alpha instincts, but Kakashi had never had to face his inner omega before, and it was clear those instincts were winning out.
It takes a few more moments before Kakashi goes still in her hold, pheromones forcing him to relax, his own scent sweetening the longer she holds him in place. Kitten licks eventually tease near her balls, fat tongue sliding across her skin, eager to please, and Sakura pulls his head back, smiling at the sight of his glazed eyes.
“So cute,” Sakura coos, watching him sink deeper and deeper every minute he spends in the presence of a real alpha. “There you are, Kakashi. This feels so much better, doesn’t it? This feels right. You love being a pretty little omega, no longer chained by the expectations of being strong or dominant or in control. You like being sweet and docile for your alpha, like a good omega.”
“Alpha,” Kakashi slurred. Sakura wouldn’t be surprised if he had forgotten who he was with. She’ll bite him later to remind him of who he belongs to, but it almost makes her giddy, knowing how deep he’s sank into his instincts, all from her meticulous machinations.
“That’s right,” she murmurs, catching his chin and forcing him to make eye contact. He’s so beautiful already and Sakura hasn’t even fucked his addling brains out yet, lips glossy with drool, an adorable pink that matches his perky nipples. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, like a good omega.”
Kakashi is sluggish but obeys the command, slowly sticking out his tongue. He’s nearly crossed eyed trying to look at himself and Sakura’s cock throbs at the sight of him. She guides her cock to his mouth, setting it on his tongue, watching him reflexively swallow her precum, shivering at the feeling of his wet, hot mouth around the tip of her cock. “Suck me.”
Kakashi makes a small little noise, vibrations making her dick pulse as he slides his tongue around her cock, taking care to follow the thick veins, teasing her slit before pushing more of her cock down his throat. Kakashi is languid, slow, heat frying his brain as he pushes himself to swallow her cock whole, pressing his nose against her pubes, moaning as her scent fills him.
“Look at you,” she groans. “You don’t even have a gag reflex, do you? Fucked out of you by stronger, better alphas. You already know your place.”
Kakashi whines as he begins to slide back down, bobbing his head in a steady rhythm, Sakura moaning every time his teeth scraped delicately across a vein. Kakashi laps at her like a sweet treat, hollow cheeks sucking her tight, warm and wet as he works. She adjusts a knee to slide between his legs, feeling his leaky cunt press against her, grinding helplessly, searching for his own pleasure. She grinds back, enjoying the adorable squeak he makes, the vibrations of his throat making her fist his hair tightly.
She pulls back from his sweet mouth when she threatens to grow a knot, a small popping sound echoing as she removed her dick, watching spit soak his red lips. Kakashi whined, grinding harder against her, not satisfied that all of his holes were empty now, and Sakura hushed him before adjusting herself, scooting back to give Kakashi room for her next order. “Present.”
Kakashi rolls onto his stomach, forcing himself on his hands and knees, ass raised high. She smiles, kneading the fat of his cheeks as she moves behind him, grinning wider as Kakashi whines into the pillow, thighs squeezed tight together, jerking slightly, in desperate need of friction, of attention. She forcefully parts his thighs, peering at his leaking cunt, watching slick roll across his folds and down his pale, smooth thighs.
“Please,” Kakashi slurs, gripping the pillow he was laying his head on tightly, pushing his cunt towards her, trying to invite her hands to fill him up, a pale substitute, but desperate for any stimulation she can provide. “Please, please…”
“What do you want?” She asks, rubbing circles into his thighs. Her cock twitches at his desperate, needy voice, a far cry from his usual calm and collected, almost constantly bored demeanor. There were tears forming in the corner of his eyes as he tried to form the words for his need, making Sakura smile condescendingly at him as he let out a pitiful whine.
“Please,” Kakashi repeated, nuzzling against the pillow, bearing his throat to her. She squeezed his thigh tighter at the sight, pinching his sensitive skin earning a small yip, thighs quivering beneath her fingers. “Please, need- need your cock, need you, need-“
“What do you need me to do with my cock?”
“Please, it hurts, it’s so hot, so hot.” Kakashi squirms, threatening to dip his waist down so he can rut against the bed but Sakura forces him steady, patiently waiting him out, even as her dick throbs painfully. She’s waited this long, she can wait to hear what she wants. “Please, fuck me, fuck me, need your cock, need you, please!”
“You want me to fuck you?” Sakura purrs, leaning over his back, letting her breath ghost his ear. Kakashi pushes back, successfully grinding against her cock, making her groan low, watching his pupils dilate at the sound.
“Please!” Kakashi’s voice breaks pitifully. “Please, please fill me, fuck me, knot me, please!”
“Such a good omega,” she praises. “Asking so nicely.”
She guides her cock to his hole, watching it flutter, desperate to be filled. It will be a tight fit, considering it’s still rather small, but Sakura doesn’t mind, and Kakashi’s likely too heat addled to care. She presses her tip against his hole, slowly pushing it, groaning as his wet heat flutters around her, velvety walls contracting, wanting to pull her in and keep her cock inside him forever. It’s tight, almost painfully slow, but he’ll be opening up soon once she breaks in his virgin cunt, grown just for her, proof of his new status, proof of his true purpose.
Kakashi whines, his scent becoming excited, hips pushing against her, trying to force the cock inside him. Sakura feeds him, inch by inch, until she’s finally fully sheathed, groaning at the sensation of being inside him, at the knowledge she’ll be able to knock him up in another year. Kakashi whined, rolling his hips, wordlessly begging for her to move, and Sakura indulged him, pulling out slowly before pushing back inside a little faster than before.
It isn’t long before Sakura develops a steady rhythm, trying to keep her own hormones in check as she fucks him. His cunt is new and needs to be broken in, and she has no desire to tear it up on their first round of many. Little by little his cunt begins to respond to her thrusting, not near as tight as it started off as, growing sloppier and looser the more she thrusts into him, enjoying the lewd, wet sounds their coupling makes while Kakashi whines, thrusting back, begging to go harder, faster, deeper.
Sakura begins to increase her pace once she feels confident his hole is loosened enough. She thrusts, hard and deep into him, causing him to squeal as she brushes against a senseitive bundle of nerves that has his cunt squeezing her tight in a vice, making her vision nearly white from pleasure.
“Does that feel good?” Sakura asked, shifting her hips so she can slam against that sweet spot over and over again. Kakashi makes incoherent little noises as she thrusts into him so hard their bodies are rocking from the force, his small tits bouncing. “Does it feel good when you get fucked like the omega you are now?”
“Please,” Kakashi whines, white knuckling his pillow. “So good, alpha, please-!”
“You’re a natural at this. It was a complete mistake for you to have presented as an alpha when you’re so clearly meant to be fucked full of cum and knocked up.” Sakura leans over him, biting his ear lobe before trailing down his neck, tasting the salt of his skin. “I’m going to get you pregnant with our cute kids. Like a good omega, you’ll get filled with my pups every time you pop one out, constantly sated with my knot in your tight little pussy. You’re my omega, now, just like you were always meant to be, and I’ll make sure you love your new role.”
Sakura bites, teeth sinking into Kakashi’s mating gland, a flurry of euphoria passing through her body as she stakes her claim. Kakashi mewls, body flooded with content, happy hormones at being claimed, hitting his climax with a drawn out keen, pussy clenching so hard Sakura grips Kakashi’s hips tight enough to leave bruises the next day. Her knot forms as Kakashi goes stiff in her arms, squirting his climax messily, slick staining his thighs, sheets covered in their essences.
Her knot plugs his cunt up tight as he collapses on himself, strength sapped from his orgasm. Sakura keeps his legs spread wide as she rocks into him, watching Kakashi vacantly lay beneath her, eyes fogged over, a line of drool sliding past his puffy red lips, enjoying the full body bliss of an orgasm during his heat. She coos at the sight of him, rutting hard into his tight cunt at seeing such a reserved man completely unraveled, and it isn’t long before she reaches her peak, spilling her load into his pussy, knot keeping every drop inside.
He won’t get pregnant during this heat, not for another year, when his internal sex organs are completely activated with his new hormones. The mating bite is enough to tie him to her, however, even if she is slightly disappointed she won’t be knocking him up this month. She’ll have plenty of chances to do that later, she supposed, and she certainly will. The idea of Kaksshi’s breasts swelling, tender with milk, sore and in need of pumping has her salivating, reaching up to fondle his tits, Kakashi instinctively pressing his chest into her hands as she kneads the tender flesh. Kakashi, fat with her pups, too pregnant to be the hokage, holed up in her bed in a comfortable nest, hormones begging her to fuck him over and over again, watching his stomach bounce as she thrusts into his tight hole over and over, prepared to stuff him full, prepared to try to put another baby inside him.
Kakashi whines, still deep in his heat, cunt fluttering around her cock, already begging for another round. The knot deflates and Sakura forces him into his back, surveying his debauched form beneath her, enjoying the way his thighs squeeze as he searches for friction, the way his small tits lay across his chest, nipples hard and aching, the way his hand is snaking between his thighs, one preparing to enter his cunt, another to touch his cocklet.
She grabs them both, pinning them above his head. She’s still a bit too sensitive to go for another round since she doesn’t have the stamina a rut would allow, and instead presses her knee between his legs, grinding against his wet pussy, watching some of the cum drip out, staining the leggings she was still wearing. Kakashi whined, half heartedly trying to break her hold on his wrists before giving up, focusing solely on rutting against her leg like a bitch in heat.
“Omegas don’t need their stupid cocks during heat,” she chides him. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fucking your cunt enough that you won’t even need to think about that useless thing.”
“Please,” Kakashi whines, already riled up, thrusting his chest in the air, half lidded gaze focused on her, pleading, begging for relief. “Please, alpha.”
“Shh,” she coos, using her free hand to stroke at the mating bite, watching Kakashi sink into her touch as hormones flood his entire body, dizzying him with relief and desire. “I’ll take good care of you.”
It’s a promise.