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Naruto’s skin burned from the harsh summer rays shining down on him, causing his skin to glisten with sweat. He was sitting on the wide wooden porch, feet swinging idly. Across from him was his perverted godfather collecting large toads jumping from the shimmering blue lake, inspecting them carefully before setting the small amphibians free once more. Tension has been steadily thickening around the summer house, causing petty arguments between Naruto and Jiraiya every single day. Despite it being the last week of summer break, the blonde has yet to have a singular moment of peace. What has been agitating him in particular is the nostril-burning smell the stupid old man has been producing. There’s no escape from it since it somehow reaches every crevice of the cabin. Every time the burning smell hits his nose, Naruto’s skin tingles all the way down to the base of his spine to the ends of his toes. It is physically impossible for him to wear shirts these days without wanting to skin himself, particularly in his chest area.
Letting out a deep, rested sigh, Naruto fell back against the cool wood underneath the shade. He closed his eyes slowly and let the world melt away with each deep breath. For a second, the blonde was able to find inner peace until the putrid smell grew more intense, drowning out every other fresh smell of the summer breeze. Ocean blue eyes shot open only to see Jiraiya staring down at Naruto with a critical gaze. His hand flew up to cover his nose and mouth.
“You’re an omega,” Jiraiya stated like a definite fact. The older man’s words took Naruto completely off guard for many reasons. One of the most important facts that medical specialists with outstanding reputations have predicted Naruto would present as a dominant alpha, just like his father, for literal years. But a minor reason was that it was coming from Jiraiya, a man whose brain is occupied with pervert fantasies ninety-nine percent of the time. That type of constant thinking definitely clogs brain function; it has to.
It took a moment for Naruto’s brain to recover from the whiplash. “What the hell are you talking about?” he yelled, pouncing up from his lying position with his eyebrows furrowed in anger.
Jiraiya pinched the bridge of his nose, his frustration growing from the blatant denial. After spending months with the hyperactive brat, his patience had completely dipped a long while ago. “You’re lactating.”
Naruto’s nose scrunched up as he finally became aware of his surroundings. The gentle breeze was filled with the familiar scent of fresh milk. Memories of back home flooded into the blonde’s mind. There would be times his mother, who was an omega herself, would reek of the same smell that would overpower her typical peaceful pheromones. Back then, he had been too young to understand why the people around him carried such a distinct aroma. And at the same time, his alpha father would saunter around gloomily, thickening the atmosphere with suffocating tension. As oblivious as he was, even he could tell that during those periods, his father would create an uncomfortable environment for those around him beyond his reputation as a powerful man and political status. On days like those, Minato and Kushina would disappear into their room for hours, and when they emerged, everything was somehow back to normal. Their pheromones were less intense, providing a sense of comfort to their young son, who had been worried about his parents.
In biology class, Naruto would finally come to understand his parents’ disappearances, the fresh smell of milk that would linger on omegas, and the overwhelming smells that emanated from alphas. His teacher explained that omegas and alphas have had a long-standing mutually beneficial agreement that developed during the pre-civilization era. Apparently, omegas naturally produce milk even outside of childbirth, and they produced a ton of it. From the time an omega hits puberty to menopause, they are constantly lactating. Soon enough, milk became an ideal institution that allowed for packs to connect with one another. Through breastfeeding, omegas received security, soothed the painful pressure of their constant milk production, and experienced a flood of calming endorphins during feedings. In turn, alphas receive nutrients, the generation of aggression-reducing hormones, and emotional bonds with omegas.
Centuries later, this institution seems to be standing strong. Omegas are still highly valued in society for their milk supply and their placating effect on aggressive alphas. Alphas and omegas continuously form trusted bonds with each other out of their instinct to mutually protect and nurture. One drawback is that alphas cannot go for extended amounts of time without being breastfed. Those who do are labeled as ‘thirsty alphas’ for their hunger makes them more likely to commit violent crimes or go into frenzies.
Milk was the only way to soothe such alphas, which led to hundreds of opportunities for the omega. They could work as a wet nurse for companies or government agencies for unrelated alphas. Other forms of service were offered as well in modern society. Although generally, omegas feel the most attraction to these roles for their family and friends.
At the time, Naruto had been taught this in middle school, where he was too immature to understand the gravity of something that seemed like it was a made-up fantasy book. One that could be produced by a pervert at that. Being the young preteen he was, he made fun of the situation alongside his friends. Of course, he’d gotten in trouble with his mother after the school had called her about his antics, and the older omega had torn him a new one when they got back home. He had never made a joke about omegas breastfeeding again, but he still didn't take it as seriously as he should have. Doctors around him predicted that he would present as an alpha anyway, so the blonde just didn't see the point in caring.
Now, he was wishing he had.
The pressure in his chest was getting a lot worse with each breath he took, inhaling the ozone that the perverted old man had been producing for who knows how long at this point. Not knowing what else to do, the blonde lifted his hand to squeeze his chest, hoping that it would provide some relief. Jiraiya growled before slapping Naruto’s hand harshly, “Don't.”
In a flash, Naruto was pushed onto his back by his shoulders. Jiraiya’s large figure loomed over him dangerously. The alpha stared down at the young new omega with a small amount of softness despite his frustrated state. Despite the number of times they argued, Jiraiya cared for Naruto like a grandson, and he wanted to help more than satisfy himself. “Do you trust me, brat?”
Did Naruto trust Jiraiya? He had no reason not to. Slowly, he closed his eyes before nodding. The instinct to soothe both himself and the agitated older alpha, who is practically family, above him, was growing stronger by the second. Within seconds, Jiraiya’s lips attached themselves to the blonde’s right nipple and immediately began to suck. After some minor adjustments, the milk began to flow like a broken dam.
Naruto let out a contented sigh, his shoulders dropped from the tension evaporating out of his system. Feeling eager, he pushed his chest upwards. The sensation of a hot, wet mouth on his nipples felt oddly satisfactory. Jiraiya maintained a steady rhythm of firm suction, draining milk from the omega’s chest smoothly. Decades of experience allowed the older alpha to provide an amazing first time for the newly lactating omega. Naruto’s brain became riddled with static, his consciousness floating outside of his body.
This was the best feeling in the world. It might even top the fuzziness Naruto feels whenever he enjoys a fresh hot bowl of his favorite ramen, and that’s really saying something.
More than ever, the blonde felt foolish for ever making fun of this tradition in middle school. He finally understands why this institution has lasted for centuries. Nobody in their right mind would want to give this up.
Eventually, Jiraiya switched to his left nipple to drain that one also. Moments passed with Naruto in this relaxed state of mind, the alpha at his chest drinking idly, until the blonde succumbed to sleep on the wooden porch under the harsh summer sun.
When Naruto woke up, he was back inside the cabin, lying across the couch. Steam from the kitchen flowed into the living room, causing the blonde to pounce up. On cue, his stomach rumbled at the delicious smell of food. Standing up, he was hit with a wave of dizziness that almost had him tumbling into the coffee table.
“Careful, your body might still be too relaxed from the endorphins,” Jiraiya warned from the kitchen, his deep voice alarmed Naruto. “Sit down. I’ll bring your food to you.”
While Naruto wasn't the type to listen to anyone’s orders, sitting down sounded a hell of a lot better than wobbling to the kitchen. His butt hit the soft cushion and he found himself sinking into it. Jiraiya came around the corner with a plate of rice balls. The older man set it down in front of the blonde before sitting down next to him.
“We need to talk about you being an omega.”
Clarity hit Naruto like a bucket of ice water to the face, “Why the hell would we need to talk about that?” Tension eased back into his shoulders.
“Because it is very important. This is just something that you can’t avoid when so many bad things can happen. If you don’t want to talk about this with me, then we can fly you home and–” Naruto cut off Jiraiya with a sharp no. The last thing he wants to do is tell his parents, knowing that it will turn into a humongous deal. Due to his father’s position, his second gender would have to be reported to the stupid council so that certain precautions are made involving his life. Back home, Naruto already has to deal with heavy security and nagging attendants who all watch over him like hawks. Sure, the reckless young blonde has made plenty of mistakes, but none of them warranted such surveillance. It’s so suffocating. Them knowing that he’s an omega will put him into an even smaller cage.
Jiraiya’s eyes narrowed as he noticed the slight panic in Naruto’s eyes. From the years he’s been around the brat, he knows where his fear is stemming from. Their summers together at his lake house are one of the few moments of freedom he gets away from the intense political world he lives in. Reaching out, the old man planted his hand on top of Naruto’s fluffy blonde hair. “Okay. Okay. You don’t have to tell your parents until you’re ready, so stop thinking so hard,” He reassured calmly. Instinctively, he allowed his calming alpha pheromones to seep through despite knowing they were ineffective to the omega who had yet to fully present. “Although we still need to talk about it.”
Naruto took several deep breaths with closed eyes to calm his thoughts down. As much as he wants to avoid talking about second genders, he knows that he needs to. Opening his eyes, he met Jiraiya’s eyes with seriousness, “Fine.”
For over a whole gruesome hour, Naruto was planted on the couch, forced to listen to Jiraiya’s lecture about what it means to be an omega. Part of him questioned whether he should be listening to a perverted old alpha’s advice, but who else did he have to turn to without exposing himself? Surprisingly, some of it was pretty good. Apparently, the main thing he needed to worry about was paying close attention to his body. Instincts are the most important factor when it comes to suppressing or exerting himself, and they will sometimes be the only thing guiding him to safety. On the last note, the older alpha finished off by saying that he will contact Tsuande, an old friend of Jiraiya, to get him some suppressants under the radar. Tsuande is a world-famous medical professional who specializes in complicated surgeries in risky areas such as the heart and brain. Recently, she moved back to Konoha in order to pick up the mantle at her grandfather’s hospital. Naruto has met Tsunade a couple of times, though both Jiraiya and his own mother, who has ties to the old woman through lineage. Based on their few meetings, the older woman didn't seem like the type to engage in illegal activities.
“Are you sure that the old hag would be willing to help?” Naruto frowned, not entirely trusting of Jiraiya’s resources.
The old man only howled with laughter in response to the blonde’s skepticism, “Trust me, she’ll help. She owes me a favor, after all.”
Two days later, there was a firm knock at the cabin’s door. Naruto, who was eating some ramen, stood up from his seat to answer. When he opened the door, there was a delivery person holding a small box in one hand with a clipboard in the other.
“Good evening, sir. Is there a man named Jiraiya here, perchance?” The delivery person questioned with a gentle smile, holding out the clipboard with a paper that looked like it needed to be signed. Naruto nodded his head before loudly calling out for the old man, who was probably in his study, looking at Playboy magazines for research. It took several annoyed calls from the blonde and several uncomfortable shifts from the delivery person before Jiraiya finally came out grumbling. Instantly understanding what was going on, the perverted alpha signed the papers and took the package.
Once the exchange was completed, Naruto shut the door and turned to the old man with a curious expression, “What is it?” He hoped that it wasn't some more exclusive porno magenzines. That would be pathetic, considering it warrants for papers to be signed.
Jiraiya ripped open the box to see several bottles of suppressants sealed in a thin brown paper bag with a detailed prescription on top. There was also a note with his name on it. He took out the suppressants and handed them to Naruto while keeping the note for himself. “These are yours, brat.”
Naruto took the brown paper bag into his hands with a raised eyebrow. He read the prescription carefully. Supposedly, he’s supposed to take two pills every single day until his first heat arrives. When it inevitably does, then he'll have to up the dosage to four pills a day. If there are any changes or adverse effects, he is to contact Tsunade as soon as possible. The symptoms were also listed in detail for him so that he knows what to expect.
Taking a bottle out of the bag is when it finally registered that this is real. Naruto is really an omega now, something that he is going to have to hide until…Truthfully, he doesn't know yet. His body is going to go through changes, he’s going to have to manage his lactating situation, and navigate through life when he goes back to school at the end of the week, all at the same time.
There’s no doubt about it now.
Naruto’s life from here on out is truly and utterly fucked.
And that scared him.