"Sir Hokage, is this a good time?" I asked, knocking on Kakashi's door twice.

"No," he replied. His voice was faint, yet alluring.

Everyone knew Kakashi Hatake was desirable for his deep voice, and strong intellect. His eyes were another mystery.

"I just have some papers to drop off!" I said quickly, entering his office anyway.

The second I entered, I was overwhelmed by the scent of his pheromones. It was almost drowning. I covered my nose with my sleeve. I was a beta which meant my role in society was to serve the Alphas, and mediate their relations with Omegas.

I had known Kakashi Hatake for years, back when I was still a student, he was in the Anbu, and after that, he became the leader of Team Seven.

"Out," Kakashi Hatake panted, his voice raspy and deep.

He looked a mess, he was sweating severely, and his sleeves were rolled up past his elbows. When he spoke, his canine teeth were elongated due to the start of a completely unexpected rut.

"Sir, do you need anything?" I asked, my voice instinctively shaking from his pheromones, which were starting to make it hard to breathe in the room.

"Suppressants," he growled deeply, he was digging his hands into the papers on his desk.

I stared for a minute, unable to move until he realized I was still standing there, "Go," he ordered. His pheromones lessened, the naturistic pine smell backed off momentarily, and I left the room immediately.

I walked to a locked drawer in the hallway and pulled the key from my pocket, unlocking it quickly, I grabbed three of the small blue shots from inside of the drawer.

When I had returned to the room, Kakashi wasn't sitting at his desk anymore, he was lying down under a blanket on a large black sofa on the opposite side of the room.

I walked over to where he was sitting, making sure to cover my nose to the best of my ability. As a Beta, I never had to worry about his impulses, nor ruts. He typically managed them himself, but at this point I had memorized his cycle. This one was extremely out of the blue.

His hand reached out for the suppressants, and I handed them to him.

As he attempted to give himself the first shot, his hands were shaking so badly he couldn't manage, I grabbed it from his hands, our fingers brushing, he glared at me, the pheromones in the room were rising.

"Sorry, sir," I said, quickly.

I opened the capsule, and pressed the needle to his upper forearm, I watched as the syringe emptied. I did the same with the next one, but when I opened the third one and placed it against his arm, he grabbed my wrist.

"Sir?" I asked, confused.

"No more," he said softly, his tone had changed from the dominant husk, to a soft plea.

I dropped the syringe to the floor, and he scooted over on the couch, motioning for me to sit.

I sat down beside him, and he gently started to trace the stripes on my pants, running his hand up and down my thigh.

I was confused as to what he was doing, but I assumed whatever it was, was his alpha instincts versus his actual feelings.

He lifted my chin with his other hand and he stared into my eyes, his dark brown pupil heavily dilated, and watching my every move as if he was waiting for me to give him permission for something.

I knew what he wanted, so I nodded, this wasn't the first time we had done something like this. He pulled me close to him in a tight hug, and I felt his breath on my neck. His warm tongue started to trace my collarbone, his canine teeth occasionally catching on my skin, and softly pricking me.

The sensation was immense, soft tingling paired with deep warmth. All of a sudden, there was a momentary surge of pain as he bit into my nape. He didn't stop at one, he would lick the spot, and then continue biting, marking me as his. A beta, marked as an alpha's possession.

Although betas were not acquitted to handle an alpha's rut like an omega was, it didn't mean the experience was enjoyable. I had to bite my lip to keep soft moans unheard. The pleasure was unlike anything you could imagine, his soft tongue gently lapping at my neck sent shivers down my spine, and caused small goosebumps to cover my body.

He pulled away from my neck for a moment, he looked at me with a sense of hunger and desire, and then he put his mouth to mine. It was a kiss unlike anything I had ever experienced before. His lips were soft and moist, and he knew exactly what he was doing. He gently pushed his tongue into my mouth, showing his power by dominating me within my own mouth. A deep-pitched moan rumbled from inside of him, I could feel his unsteady breathing against my face.

All of a sudden, he pushed me back onto the couch where my back was against the cold leather, and he was towering over me.

He continued to kiss me in this form, gently grinding his body against mine. We had never gone this far before, so I was unsure what to expect as he continued to use me as his own.

He gently bit down on my tongue, and I yelped in shock.

"Good girl," he whispered in my ear, praising me.

A shiver erupted throughout my entire body.

I could see how swollen he was through his pants, he continued to grind the large bulge caused by his rut against my body, enjoying the physical contact.

My hands reached for the base of my shirt, but as soon as he saw me taking the invite, he grabbed the base of my shirt, pulling it over my head. He stopped kissing me for a moment to trace his finger gently around the base of my stomach. He trailed up with his hands until he was at the base of my bra, he gently undid the clasp in the back, and watched as it revealed my lush breasts.

At first, he gently thumbed over my already stimulated buds, but then he lowered his face, and sucked softly. I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him closer, and as soon as I had touched him, he bit my nipple softly, my body spasmed into his involuntarily, and he growled excitedly. The mix of pain and pleasure reminded me every second that I was under his control.

As he focused his mouth on one half of my chest, he thumbed the other side with his hand, pulling, and pinching my sensitive bud.

I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

"Mhmm, you still have some self control I see," Kakashi said, pulling back. He gently placed his thumb on my lip dragging it down.

I didn't say anything because frankly I was at a loss of words.

"If you don't give me anything, how am I supposed to know you're enjoying yourself?" he asked, his voice enchanting.

With his body towering over mine, I couldn't help but feel like prey underneath a beast.

"I am," I mumbled softly, my face as red as could be. I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment.

He grabbed my wrist and pinned them down above my head, "I can't hear you doll," he said, his face only inches from mine.

I tried to speak, but I had completely lost my voice.

"If you refuse to speak, then I'll just have to give your pretty little mouth a different task," he said, sitting back up.

He unzipped the front of his pants in one go, and he looked to me as if he was waiting for me to make my move.

I crawled across the couch to close the gap between us before letting my hands go to the thin fabric of his underwear that was holding back his dick. I pulled the waistband back, and then down, revealing the size that I was completely unprepared to see.

His dick was warm against my cold hand, and I could feel him throbbing. I was sexually inexperienced, and didn't quite know what to do in this situation, so I returned to something I had read in an erotica book a few months ago.

I placed my thumb over the tip, and his pre-cum glistened in the well-lit room. I used his pre-cum as a lube as my small fingers wrapped around his enormous dick.

I started to stroke him slowly. He closed his eyes, and rocked his hips with my movements. I continued the slow, steady pace.

"You can do better than that baby," he urged, the desire for more evident in his deep and seducing voice.

I lowered my mouth to his dick, planting a kiss on the tip. I could taste the sweetness of his pre-cum on my lips. I licked it off before returning my lips to their rightful place.

I explored more of him with my mouth, my tongue dancing on the tip of his dick. The mix of his sweet, and salty taste filled my mouth. I could feel him growing harder for me within my mouth, which I couldn't believe was possible.

I was just starting to enjoy myself when I felt his hands on my head, and he pushed me down onto his dick. His lengthy cock hit the top of the upper palate of my mouth, and I started to gag, he let off, and I jerked my head back coughing.

He looked at me and smiled.

"Come on precious, you can't be chickening out already. Don't you know we're just getting started," he said with a slight smile.

I started to suck again, this time with more passion, and speed, I used my hand at his base, making sure I gave him the proper stimulation throughout. I wanted to prove to him that I was just as good as any omega could be.

I felt him tense, and I thought he was going to finish, but then he grabbed the back of my head again. This time instead of forcing my head down, he held it in place as he thrusted deep into my mouth. Each time I felt filled to the brim with his throbbing cock.

And then. All of a sudden he stopped. I looked at him with disappointment as my saliva remained on his dick.

"Don't look at me like that baby," he said, lifting up my chin. "It's my turn to please you," he said, pushing my back onto the couch. He unzipped my shorts before slipping them off of my hips. He spent no time with my panties either before slipping them off one-handed and discarding them into the floor of his office.

"Look how wet you are, what a dirty girl," he said before bringing his head between my legs, lapping at my pussy viciously. I tried to close my legs by impulse, but he held them open with his hands, he pushed his tongue into me, and I could feel his warmth exploring me.

He pulled back, and slid one of his fingers into me. The inside of my pussy instantly closed around him, wishing for more. After one finger, he added a second, and then a third, I winced in pain, but I knew it was necessary if I had any hopes of being able to withstand his dick.

He slowly slid his fingers out, and then brought them to his mouth, sucking on them slowly.

He looked at me with a sense of urgency and desire, and I watched him back.

He spread my legs further, and positioned his tip at my entrance before pushing it inside of me. It was only the tip, yet it was filling, and warm.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his tone changing from the previously dominant, uncaring alpha, to his usual kind self.

A tear welled up in my eye, but I nodded anyway.

He continued to slide himself into me, and with each inch of him I took in, the closer I felt to exploding. A deep moan worked its way out of me as I became an empty shell for Kakashi to use. Every inch of my body was numb to the pain of the pleasure.

Kakashi started to move in, and out, slowly at first, but he started to pick up speed. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, a chorus of our moans filled the room, his deep and soft, mine completing his with a higher pitch.

He kept a steady pace until I felt him finish, it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The inside of my body felt as if it was on fire, burning from the inside out.

He knotted inside of me, linking our bodies together, at some point he eventually fell asleep on top of me.

He muttered, "I love you," as I drifted off to sleep. 

you can stage an intervention for me whenever. i need it.