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Adrien had never gotten used to being a werechat. Besides the transformations that took place on a full moon, he had to deal with his once a month ruts. Something that he lacked the ambition to deal with. His father had told him that it was normal, but the constant desire to fuck and cum was enough to drive him mad. He hated it. It felt like a curse to want to mount and fuck anything on two legs. His dick wasn’t picky, but his scent was. For some reason he was drawn more towards his friend and co-worker, Marinette than others. In fact he spent most of his ruts following her in his father’s office and chasing her down on the weekends. Her strawberry shampoo and constant buttery scent after seeing her parents at their bakery drove him wild. He was not just any werechat, but an Alpha and he could tell by her scent that she was an Omega. He didn’t know if she was aware of it yet or not, but he knew. He knew all too well. Her sweet scent drove him wild and caused many nights of him trying to compensate his craving for her with his hand. But his hand could only suffice so much.
That was how he found himself standing outside of Tom and Sabine’s Boulangerie and Patisserie on a cold Sunday morning. He was wearing a grey wool peacoat and a pair of dark skinny jeans. Reddish brown ankle boots sat on his feet and a blue scarf was wrapped around his neck. He was sweating in his winter outfit, but he had to play the part. Parisians would wonder if he walked around in shorts and a loose t-shirt in the middle of winter.
His rut made it nearly unbearable to wear winter clothes, but he had no choice. He wiped the sweat from his brow and opened the shop, lured there by her scent more than the freshly baked goods inside.
“Bonjour!” Marinette called out with a tone that only showcased she knew how to do customer service well, until she realized it was Adrien. “Salut, Adrien!”
Adrien licked his lips and walked up to her with a wild expression that made her nervous. “Salut, Marinette.”
“Are- are you okay?” Marinette raised an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah. I- I’m fine. Why?” Adrien cleared his throat and relaxed his hunger filled expression.
“You look like you don’t feel well.” Marinette walked around the counter and stepped closer, reaching up on her toes to brush his golden damp bangs to the side. “You’re burning up and sweating despite the snow outside.” She ran her hand down his cheek and gazed into his eyes, before he closed them.
“I’m fine. Really.” Adrien touched her hand and slowly opened his eyes, locking his glowing emerald eyes with her sapphire ones.
“No. Wait here. I’m going to grab my coat and get maman to take over the boulangerie. Is Nathalie home?” Marinette walked away from him, leaving a trail of her scent in her wake that made heat pool between his thighs further.
“No, she’s not. Mari, you don’t have to. I’m fine.” Adrien cleared his throat and made sure his fangs weren’t showing.
“Maman?” Marinette walked to the back to tell her mother that she was going to see Adrien home because he wasn’t feeling well.
Adrien sighed with a hand in his pocket, wiping the sweat from his brow. He was burning up and it felt like he was standing on the surface of the sun. His clothing felt too tight and his jeans were murdering him more than any other item. He tugged at his shirt, fanning it and trying to cool down. Nothing was working and a whine passed his lips, as Marinette came back into the boulangerie with her purse across her body.
“Alright, I’m ready. Let’s go get you home and in bed.” Marinette smiled up at him and took his clammy hand in hers. “You really aren’t well, are you?”
“I-” Adrien couldn’t talk with her so close to him. With her scent surrounding him and her hand touching his. She was too close. Much too close, but he couldn’t tell her that. “Thank you, Marinette.”
“Of course.” Marinette smiled up at him as they left the boulangerie and walked through Paris’s streets together beneath flurries of snow. “Snow came earlier this year, huh?”
“Yeah.” Adrien softly chuckled with blushing cheeks as his breath cut through the cold night air as puffs of white smoke.
“Yet, you’re still hot.” Marinette sighed, worrying about him.
“I’m really okay, Marinette. Nothing I can’t handle.” Adrien warmly smiled down at her.
Being outside broke up her scent enough that he could focus a bit better. He wasn’t used to someone caring so much for him, especially during this vulnerable time.
“Did you happen to catch the news lately? About the werechat terrorizing Paris?” Marinette swallowed hard as they headed to the Metro.
“Y-yeah.” Adrien rubbed the back of his neck with his sweaty hand. “What- uh… what about it?”
“It’s crazy right? A werechat?” Marinette giggled and chewed on her bottom lip.
“Yeah, pfft. Who would believe in that?” Adrien waved her away and she giggled harder. “But if… he did exist?”
“What about it?” Marinette waited for the Metro to stop and they boarded it.
“Would… you, be scared of him?” Adrien swallowed hard.
“Would I know him, or no?” Marinette walked with him to sit down, rubbing his hand between hers.
“Both?” Adrien peered through his damp bangs at her with flushed cheeks.
Marinette’s shoulders slumped as she reached over to touch his cheek, grazing her thumb beneath his eye. “You poor thing.”
Adrien removed her hand from his face and weakly smiled at her. “I’ll be fine.”
“Um… if I knew him then I would feel the need to protect him, ya know?” Marinette warmly smiled at Adrien. “But… if I didn’t then I wouldn’t feel the need to. I think either way I wouldn’t be scared. I’d be surprised? I guess.”
The Metro stopped and they headed out and towards his apartment. “Nathalie really isn’t there?”
“She’s not always at my place, Marinette.” Adrien softly laughed. “Just seems like it.”
“And Gorilla?” Marinette raised an eyebrow at him.
“Nope. Most the time, I’m alone.” Adrien shrugged and took his keys from his pocket, as they entered the apartment building and took the elevator to the top floor.
The whole ride up was filled with her intoxicating sweet scent that drove him absolutely mad. By the time they got to the top floor, he was panting, sweating, hard as hell, and ravenous for her. His fangs poked his bottom lip and drew blood. He licked the metallic taste from his lips and tried to control himself. He groaned as his ribs cracked, stumbling against the wall in the long hallway and doubling over in pain.
Marinette gasped and grabbed him, leaning down to peer into his face. “Are you alright?”
Adrien raised his hand and winced, peering at her. “I-I’m fine. Ignore it. Just body aches. You know how that is.”
He groaned as the deep dull ache settled in between his thighs and lower stomach. The incessant nagging that was pulling at him and making him want to knot the woman beside him until she couldn’t handle it anymore. Until she was begging and screaming his name in bliss, until he couldn’t handle it anymore either and made her his.
Adrien whined as his keys shook in his trembling hand, while he tried to unlock his front door. He dropped his keys at his feet, clutching his side and hissing in pain.
“Here. I got it.” Marinette bent down to pick up his keys and his thoughts went elsewhere.
He shook his lascivious thoughts away and watched her unlock his door and shove it open for him.
“Thanks.” He cleared his throat and hobbled in.
Marinette gave him a concerned expression and shut the door behind herself, locking it for him. “Are you alright? I’ll make you some tea.”
“No tea.” Adrien raised his hand towards her. “I just- I just need a cold bath and I’ll be okay. Make yourself at home.”
“Are you sure?” Marinette raised an eyebrow at him.
“Yes. I- I’m sure. Actually-” Adrien thought for a moment, ripping off his coat.
“Yes?” Marinette stepped closer, causing her honey sweet scent to surround him.
He whimpered, “You can-” He fought everything in himself to ask her to stay. To help satisfy his need, but he didn’t want to make her do that. To make her run from him, and he’d lose her forever. “-you can go home. I got it from here. Th-thank you, Mar- Marinette.”
Adrien went to walk towards his bedroom, clutching the wall of the hallway. Marinette watched him stop and groan as another crack sounded and within moments, he was on the ground passed out.
“Adrien!” Marinette ran to him, kicking off her shoes and throwing off her coat. She fell to her knees and rolled him over, holding his head and looking over his body. “Adrien!”
“Hm?” Adrien’s breath was shallow and he parted his lips, showcasing fangs. He barely opened his eyes to peer up at her, and she took in his cat-like gaze that was full of lust and a deep hunger.
“Oh, Adrien.” Marinette sighed, touching his cheek. “Rut?”
“What?” His eyes flew open wide and he went to scramble away from her with a newfound strength that he didn’t know he had left in him.
“You’re dealing with your rut. I’ve noticed that once a month you get like this and leave work early with some excuse. I- I’m sorry.” Marinette brought her hands to her face. “I- it’s okay. I-”
“I’m just sick.” Adrien cleared his throat and went to stand up, but Marinette stopped him.
“I know you asked me about the werechat on purpose.” Marinette swallowed hard, holding his hand. “I- I’ve known you were him a long time, but your question only made me know for sure. And Adrien- I- I’m not scared of you. And-” She peered up at him with a concerned expression, taking in his wide and dilated eyes. “-I want to help you. So, tell me what to do. Anything.”
Adrien swallowed hard and searched her gaze, as her scent intensified. “Tell me you know that you’re an Omega.” He licked his lips and his words came out in a whisper.
Marinette blushed and nodded. “I’ve suspected some time and- I’ve been having weird heat cycles. I just- I wasn’t sure.”
Adrien suddenly sat up and wrapped her up into his arms, brushing his nose behind her earlobe to inhale her scent deeply.
Her voice trembled as she clung to him, “You have no idea how long I’ve been dying to help you through your ruts. To take care of you.”
“Same. I would watch you struggle through your heat and want to help, but I couldn’t.” Adrien began to press loving and doting kisses to her neck.
Marinette let him nuzzle her neck with his nose, placing sweet kisses along her skin. “Let me help you, please?”
“Of course.” Adrien sighed, and Marinette pulled away to help him to his feet.
She helped him walk down the hallway to his bedroom. He stumbled and groaned along the way. “How long do you have before you transform, Adrien?”
“I- I don’t always transform during ruts, Marinette.” Adrien hissed as another crack sounded.
“You sure about that?” Marinette raised an eyebrow at him.
“I’ve learned to manage it. Just get me to the bathroom.” Adrien cleared his throat, and Marinette stumbled and got him to where he wanted.
The room was modern with it’s white bathtub that was built for two and vast shower. Two sinks lined one wall with round mirrors above them. The lighting was better than most bathrooms in Paris and it really didn’t surprise him.
“Tub.” Adrien walked over to his bathtub and turned on the cold side, beginning to fill the tub. He grabbed the back of his shirt, yanking it up and over his head. “If you want to leave? I won’t blame you.” He hissed as another crack shot through his spine.
Marinette turned around and took in his muscular back and how he was slightly hunched over in pain. His muscles flexed beneath his skin, and she shook her head when he peered over his shoulder with cat-like eyes. “I won’t leave you.”
“Suit yourself.” Adrien undid his belt and yanked it from his jeans, undoing his pants in a haste to slip into the cold water.
“Why does cold water help?” Marinette walked over towards him, as he settled into the freezing water.
“Brings down my temperature and stalls my transformations. I really can’t explain why. Ruts are a pain in the ass being alone. I won’t lie. I can only satisfy the surface with my hand.” Adrien blushed and sighed as the pain eased in his bones and muscles. “Fuck, that sucked.”
“Sorry.” Marinette sat down beside the tub and folded her arms on the edge of it. “So, you just live in a bathtub for days?” She smirked, picking on him. “Rather than…” She brought one hand out to trail her fingertip between his abs and up his chest to rest her finger beneath his chin. She gently turned his attention towards her. “... ya know… sleeping around?”
Adrien searched her gaze for a moment with parted lips before they curled up in a smirk. He lowered his lashes. “What can I say, I’m picky.”
Marinette giggled and rolled her eyes, shoving his face away from her. “Does your father know?”
“Mm-hm.” Adrien sighed and sank lower into the water until his face was beneath the cold water. Bubbles came up to the surface from him breathing out. He sat up, flinging his wet hair back and rubbing his face with his hand.
“Does your father- is your father a werechat too?” Marinette got lost in the way his slicked back wet hair made him more attractive and how his chiseled jawline was more defined now than before.
“No, well. Maybe. Could explain why he’s such a dick at work, huh?” Adrien burst out laughing and Marinette gasped and slapped him on the bicep.
“Don’t be rude.” Marinette giggled and squealed when Adrien pulled her into the tub of freezing water. “Oh my God! How do you sit in this?”
Adrien softly laughed and wrapped her up in his arms, warming her with his body heat. Her shivering soon calmed down as she became warm. “Like that.”
Marinette snuggled her cheek against his warm chest with a sigh. His hardened length flexed against her ass and she squeaked.
“Sorry.” Adrien chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.
“It’s ok. Do you… want help with that?” Marinette blushed and Adrien raised an eyebrow at her.
“I’m afraid if you help me with that particular thing then I won’t let you leave for a week.” Adrien cleared his throat and peered away to mumble. “Including the many spots at work.”
Marinette shifted to straddle his lap, pushing him back by his chest. “Spots at work?”
“Did I say that out loud?” Adrien gave her a shit-eating grin, and she gave him an unamused expression. “Alright, alright, woman.” He laughed and sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Once I have you, I’ll just crave you more and more until I claim you as mine. I can’t do that. Kittens won’t go over well with my father.”
“You mean breed me?” Marinette swallowed hard and watched him nod.
“The very statement.” Adrien sighed and touched her thighs with his hands. “Your clothes are soaked.”
“Gee, I wonder who’s fault that is.” Marinette rolled her eyes and lifted her sweater up and over her head, leaving her in thin lingerie and stockings. “Better?”
His hungry gaze ran down her slender body, taking in her hourglass figure and gorgeous breasts. “I don’t know if it’s better or more torturous for me.” He softly laughed with a blush.
Marinette took his hands from her thighs and pinned them to the edges of the tub, leaning in to bring her lips close to his. “Better then.” Her voice came out dark and sultry and her warm breath feathered along his parted lips.
“Is it?” Adrien swallowed hard. “You’re playing with something dangerous. Something a mouse shouldn’t be tempting.”
“Mmmm… all I see is a pained kitty that needs taken care of.” Marinette let go of one of his hands to flick her index finger beneath his chin. “Or are you really something to be afraid of like the media says?”
“You don’t know the half of it, Princess.” Adrien swallowed hard and closed his eyes to purr, as she scratched beneath his chin.
She leaned in to whisper into his ear, “Scary things don’t purr like house cats.”
Adrien growled from deep within his chest as he slowly opened his eyes to peer over her shoulder with glowing eyes. “House cats have claws too.” He suddenly touched her back, grazing his claws along her shoulder blades. He parted his lips to bite her shoulder, grazing his fangs against her sensitive skin and causing her to tremble. “Cold?” His warm voice ghosted along her shoulder.
“Nuh-uh.” Marinette gasped as his soft lips brushed along her skin. Another tremble ran through her body. “It’s you.”
“If I go further.” Adrien slowly brushed her bra strap off her shoulder, curling his claws beneath it. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself.” His fangs grazed her skin again, as he ghosted kisses up her neck. He brushed his nose along the scent point beneath her earlobe with a shuddering breath.
“Then don’t.” Marinette swallowed hard and her breasts rose and fell in quick pants, as she reached behind herself to undo the clasp of her bra. She sat back and let her straps fall down her arms, causing her breasts to bounce free in front of him.
Another growl passed past his lips as he stared at her gorgeous breasts. Her peaked nipples grabbed his attention and he watched her brush her hair aside and down one shoulder. “If you want it… I’m here for you to take.”
Adrien whined and suddenly cupped her breasts, hungrily licking his lips and running his thumbs over her nipples. He circled them and she tilted her head back to moan, rolling her hips against his hardened length. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes.” Marinette ran her hands along his built shoulders and gripped them with a moan, peering through her dark lashes. “Knot me over-” She kissed his neck, “-and over-” She kissed his jawline, “-and over again.” She nibbled on his bottom lip and he groaned, gripping her chin with his thumb and index finger and covering her wanton mouth with his own.
He suddenly leaned forward to climb on top of her, leaning on the edge of the tub with his hands and causing his muscles to flex from bearing his weight. A smirk fell onto his lips as he slowly peered from her eyes to her lips and back up. “You asked for it.”
“Do it.” Marinette challenged him with a voice laced in honey. “I want it.”
Adrien ran his claw down between the valley of her breasts and down her slender stomach. He gently ran it over to her hip and ripped her panties from her body. She gasped and rolled her hips, running a hand down his body to wrap her slender fingers around his hardened length.
He grabbed her wrist and brought her hand away, shaking his head. “Not yet. Let me play with you first.”
Marinette swallowed hard and nodded as he lifted her foot from the water to gently trail kisses up her inner calf to her inner thigh. She gasped when she felt his fangs graze her sensitive skin to bite her stocking. He locked his cat eyes with her sultry gaze, as he slowly pulled the sheer fabric from her leg with only his teeth. She pointed her toe as her leg was freed from the material.
She panted and gripped the edge of the tub with her fingers, as he made his way up her other leg to pull her last stocking off. He threw the wet items onto the bathroom floor, ran his claws up her outer thighs to grip her rounded behind, and lifted her hips from the cold water. The air kissed her sensitive folds, and she gasped with a shiver.
Adrien gently blew on her swollen clit, causing her to tilt her head back in a moan. He smirked and parted his lips to run his hot tongue along one side of her folds. He slowly ran the tip of his tongue over her clit and down the other side. He sucked one of her plump lips into his hot mouth, teasing her with his tongue and lips. She gasped and rolled her hips, wiggling and begging for more. He softly chuckled and ran his tongue along her inner folds, grazing the sides and making her whimper. He gathered her swollen clit into his mouth and sucked on it, running his tongue along it in waves at the same time.
She panted and moaned, gripping the sides of the tub until her knuckles turned white. She was so close. Her toes curled and her muscles tensed and trembled. Whimpers and moans fell from her lips like a prayer, as he continued to edge her.
He took one of his hands from her behind to tease her outer lips lightly with his claws, bringing in a whole new sensation that had her whimpering louder and shivering harder. He circled her clit with his tongue and pulled away to blow on it. She gasped as he picked up the cold water and dripped it along her hot folds, creating a second sensation that drove her wild.
“ Shit. ” Marinette gave a whine and he softly laughed. “Evil.”
“I said I wouldn’t play nice.” His voice came out deeper and filled with temptation like a serpent in a utopian garden. Something that she was told not to touch, but she craved to. Begged to. Wanted to.
“I don’t want nice.” Marinette peered down at him and watched his expression darken.
Adrien suddenly yanked her down against his thighs and ran a hand up to her throat, spreading his slender fingers and gripping it gently. She gasped out a moan. He grazed his hand up to her chin, turning her head to the side to expose her neck. He gently brushed his fangs along her neck and whispered into her ear with a husky tone, “What do you want then?”
Only one word fell from her lips in a moan, “Danger.”
Adrien moaned and ran his hand back down her neck to caress one of her breasts. She slowly turned her head to peer into his pained eyes.
She reached up and caressed his cheek with her eyelashes lowered. “I want you and only you.”
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