#werechat

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?”