Mine

Ruts

The next morning, Kakashi woke up feeling a deep sense of contentment as the familiar scent of Sakura filled his senses. Her skin felt soft and warm against his as he gently caressed her side. He was keenly aware of the emotions that had blossomed within him—strong and intense, growing faster than he'd ever anticipated. His mind drifted to their recent union, and he noticed the bruises on her skin, a pang of guilt tightening in his chest. Had he been too rough with her? He had never experienced such overwhelming, primal urges.

Kakashi surmised that their bond was the source of this intensity. His gaze wandered down the curve of her body, and his hand followed, tracing the lines of her form. The sweetness of her scent was intoxicating, stirring something deep within him. His body began to heat up again, a fine sheen of sweat forming on his forehead. His face flushed as that primal urge reignited, fueled by the pheromones that enveloped him. Unable to resist, he leaned down to nuzzle her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. The way she affected him—making him feel as though this were his first rut—was both alarming and exhilarating.

Sakura stirred, roused by the sensation of his kisses on her neck. She looked up at him as he pulled back slightly, her emerald eyes locking with his. A warmth spread through Kakashi's chest as she gazed at him. "Good morning, Hokage-sama," she teased, her voice soft and playful as she stretched. Kakashi smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Good morning, Ms. Haruno. To what do I owe the pleasure of finding you here?" His tone was as cheeky as ever.

"Well, it all started with you being devilishly handsome..." she giggled, her laughter light and musical as he pulled her into his arms, covering her face and neck with kisses. He was already hard, his arousal pressing into her side. From their passionate night before, his rut still felt feral, as if it was nearing its end. But this was only the second day. He wondered if her unique Omega abilities were somehow enhancing the cycle. Though he had more experience and knowledge than she did, this was all new territory for him as well. He was grateful to share this experience with someone as special as her.

Sakura's face flushed as she felt him grow hard against her, her own feelings swelling in her chest. As much as she tried to deny it, she had fallen in love with Kakashi. She loved how he made her feel, the way his emotions resonated within her. She loved the sound of his voice, both spoken aloud and in her mind. Her feelings for him were overwhelming, almost impossible to contain, and that frightened her. It hadn't even been two months, yet she was already head over heels for him—her former teacher, the Hokage.

Suddenly, Kakashi was on top of her, his eyes locked onto hers with a mix of affection and raw desire. He captured her lips in a deep, searing kiss that sent heat coursing through them both. Sakura instinctively bucked her hips toward him, her body reacting to the intensity of his presence. Kakashi could feel the familiar loss of control creeping in, the overwhelming need to claim her again as his rut hit him full force. She was so small, so perfect beneath him, her core already wet with arousal. He moved his lips to her neck, his hand sliding between them to find her swollen pearl. He coated his fingers in her slick, bringing them to his mouth to taste her, the flavor sending a surge of energy through him that obliterated his restraint.

"I'm sorry, this is going to hurt," he muttered quickly with a gaze that bore into her, Kakashi gripped her hips and thrust his cock into her tight pussy without hesitation. The sudden, brutal intrusion sent shockwaves of pain through Sakura; Kakashi was massive, and she was already sore from the night before. She cried out as he began pounding into her with a ferocity that took her breath away. Her pussy throbbed around him, wetness spilling down her thighs as his teeth sank into her skin, drawing blood. Bruises and bite marks bloomed across her body, but the pain only heightened the pleasure. The sheer force of his possession over her drove her closer to the edge.