Warnings: There will be a great deal of unusual sexual content here, with a few variations on standard ABO tropes. Be aware that female Alphas have penises, there will be descriptions of non-human genitalia, and mpreg is common in this universe. See the end of this chapter for more details.
The work will touch on romantic and sexual relationships between the "OT4" of Luka, Adrien, Kagami, and Marinette, primarily from Adrien's perspective. He begins in a relationship with Kagami, but both of them have an instinctual desire to form a "pack."
Adrien almost wilted with relief when he collapsed into bed after a grueling day at school which had become more of a prison even than the gilded cage of the Agreste mansion. His one escape had become torture.
It was damn unfair, he reflected, watching Plagg dart off into his mini-fridge to start scarfing down stinky cheese that turned Adrien's stomach with the stench.
Though even that wasn't enough to dispel the thick pounding heat in his gut that had him tugging at his belt to get some relief for the ridiculously painful swelling that had been plaguing him all day.
He had expected his awakening to be something like puberty, a gradual process where he woke up to find one or two more wispy hairs growing from his chin, and started to outpace Ladybug over several months until he had five inches on her with more clearly on the way if he was going to match his father.
Thick with red-veins, his cock flopped forth from his boxers while he tugged down the tight jeans that were simple agony. The urge to knot and breed almost had him trembling now that he didn't have to suppress the searing fire that washed over him. Laving his tongue over his palm, slicking it with spit, he gripped his cock-head and began to twist it in his slick palm. His eyes drifted shut as he imagined the tip and just the tip piercing into a mouth, a pussy, an ass ... anything that would ease this pain
He'd hoped it would be easy, familiar. Instead, awakening had jumped him in a dark alley, kicked him in the balls, shanked him, stolen his wallet, and then left him to bleed out in a dumpster.
Chat Noir's enhanced senses had prepared him to some degree, but this was even worse, as Alpha senses stacked on top of those he already possessed.
And, to use the kind of terms that Nino had taught him and that his father would still wash out his mouth with soap for (or, at least, have Nathalie wash out his mouth for), it was like he was just one massive walking hard-on. He didn't know that he knew the things that he wanted to do to just about every person he passed.
Luka at band practice for Kitty Section? Somehow despite the unpleasant odors of the Seine, he smelled of the ocean breeze and sea water and engine grease from the ship's motor and as Adrien fumbled through his section of practice, he stumbled over every chord, just staring because goddamn did he want to drown. Tongue him loose and then fuck him over the side-railing of the Liberty while everyone watched him get knotted like a bitch.
Alya, sidling up beside him to show off her latest post on the Ladyblog? She was a Beta, so not alluring like Luka, an Omega, but fuck it! Literally. It didn't matter. Just bend her over the school desk, tear off her jeans, and then mount her right in front of the partner she was cucking until she screamed for him to give her all of the knot that she never knew that she needed.
It would be so beautiful to see Nino grabbing his little Beta cock and masturbating through the tears as he watched his girlfriend getting dicked down.
He huffed and writhed into his mattress, blood on fire, thoughts a tangled mess of scenes as he fumbled for some lube on his desk and poured it over his cock, headless of the chill or the sloppy mess that he left on his sheets as the lube got everywhere.
That longing expression he could see on Nino's face made him kind of sad, even in the haze as he started to slick his tightly clenched fingers over his cock.
So do the exact same thing to Nino. They were friends so it wouldn't do to leave him feeling left out, and because I love you, man, I'll even give you a reach around! What's a "good friend" for if not to give you a really amiable reach-around while they knot you?
Ugh.
Had Nathalie failed to inform him in health science that the bulbous curves of his knot actually held a brain? It was surely doing all of his thinking for him these days.
His hand fell to the base of his cock, the knot just under his skin, searing hot against his palm. That only seemed to make it worse.
Chloe, mouthy little bitch that she was – an Omega who tried to pass herself off as an Alpha just because she was rich – force her down to her knees and get her to put that mouth to good use for once.
All that makeup would bleed from her eyes, mascara streaking along her cheeks, as she cried in outrage and joy at being used. Put in her place. Those pouting lips would leave lipstick rings on his knot when he forced himself all the way down her clenching throat.
Marc and Nathaniel, paired Omegas of all things – perfect for breeding so that they could care for each other's children.
Oh, God...
Seeing their bellies swelling up with his children as they fought to suck his cock, trying to show him which of them deserved his knot.
He started to clench and roll his balls, the ache of release building up at the base of his shaft.
Every random person on the street turned his head.
Lila...
He slowed his furious pumping of the bulbous blood-red cock head that had swelled with need, thumbing back his foreskin, his knot having started to swell up on the cusp of release.
Okay, so Lila was pretty much the one person that his dick had no designs on.
Quite the opposite, in fact. He scowled, tugging his hand away with some regret as his dick started to deflate, utterly unsatisfied.
When she leered at Marinette when it seemed like no one was watching?
Blood raced from his cock to his head, pounding out reason.
He wanted to rip off her lying face and make her eat it!
These kinds of thoughts were making him feel like an unmitigated asshole. How could he have designs on his best friend's girl? On his best friend?
How could he want to... hurt people even if they were horrible?
This wasn't who he wanted to be, even if Chat Noir always had a ... darkness to him.
He... he had just wanted friends, people in his life, and everything that he had been taught be his father told him that this was sick and wrong. He was a gentleman, polite, deferential, accepting, never complaining, living the life his father wanted. Submissive.
He smothered his face in his pillow, muting the scent of his own arousal as it deflated.
A shower would be in order soon.
He was supposed to be a bitch, something dark that really didn't sound like him at all whispered in the back of his head.
That was what his father wanted. Something easy to control.
So much for that idea.
Instead of a bitch, again, he was a walking hard-on for everything on two legs this side of Lila.
Hell, he'd never thought about another guy that way, but now it didn't seem to matter one way or the other to his dick.
The only two people in his circle who didn't call to his instincts were Marinette and Ladybug, who hadn't awakened as anything yet.
Marinette...
He hoped to god that she never awakened, even if that was in vain.
She was endless sunshine and warm support to everyone, especially him when the raging fire welled up and he... he wanted to do things that would make him a very bad person he hoped never to be.
Her stutters made him laugh; her touch soothed his raging need like a cool washcloth to a fevered forehead.
All that giving; all that gentleness; all that love.
She was an Omega, through and through, even if she hadn't awakened. She had to be.
He couldn't lose that no matter what happened – couldn't let his instincts drive him to do something ... so temptingly horrible when she actually awoke as one.
She was going to make... a perfect mate for... someone in the future. Maybe that mystery boy she loved, if he ever got a whiff of the perfection that would no-doubt be her awakened scent.
She didn't love him. She told him that herself. And ... and she deserved an Alpha for whom she really cared.
Pity that she had been ill the last two days and unable to come to class. He could have really used her help to soothe the raging need.
And then there was Kagami.
Given their parents' resources, they both knew that they were Alphas, MRIs having been used to detect Adrien's premature knot and Kagami's internal testicles early on in their lives.
Their competitive friendship and rivalry was the stuff of legends, and most students at the D'argencourt fencing academy had been placing bets on when one of them would kill the other in a duel or, given the time they spent together, when they would try to tear out each other's throats over a suitably attractive Omega in heat. The running joke was that it was going to be Marinette, but that was ridiculous. From their friendly meetups, it was clear that Kagami adored the girl in her own way. She didn't have feelings for them, and they... they could never force her.
No one expected, or could prepare for, Kagami, though. Even knowing that he was an Alpha, or was to present as one, she had wanted him. If she was going to mate with someone, whatever the complications, she wanted an equal – someone who could challenge her, beat her, and lose to her, making both her victories and her loses worthwhile.
Adrien rather liked that idea, however much he wanted and needed softness.
Rutting some submissive Omega in heat or forcing a Beta orbiter into line was child's play. She wanted her relationship to be a clash – a duel, and a partnership where their competition – their mutual quest to better each other – would only pause when they had to band together to slaughter an interloper.
Paired Alphas were rare, but not unheard of or illegal. Given contemporary trends towards monogamy and the rise of Omega rights over the last two centuries, most Alphas pair-bonded with an Omega, some with two. Laws were in place, though, for paired Alphas, though there were only eighteen such couples in France at the moment.
And each one of them had a pack.
A half dozen Omegas and Betas and all their children – the Alphas' children, of course, from any willing mother or Omega father - aggregated into a communal family around a pair of Alphas.
After growing up in the isolation of the Agreste mansion, there was nothing that Adrien could imagine being better than that.
No wonder they had packs if they too were walking hard-ons.
Kagami hadn't seemed to complain about that, but that wasn't her way.
But he ... needed to be touched in a way that she kind of did too. Maybe that was why they both spent so much time with Marinette. He didn't know what Kagami did with her, but the baker let him lay his head on her lap as Chat Noir during his increasingly frequent visits to her attic room and she just eased away the fire in his skin.
Adrien leapt from bed when the warning klaxon of an akuma alert tore from his cellphone.
Plagg simply rolled his eyes as he was dragged into Adrien's miraculous.
Ugh. That magical leather was soft and form-fitting, perfectly comfortable unlike the stiffness of real leather.
It hugged and caressed his still-twitching cock in a way that was ... really horribly good and would probably result in a few photographs showing of his bulge appearing on the internet.
It would be nice to let loose though, pound out some of his frustrations, he thought to himself as he bounded out of his window into the night.
At least his lady could take charge of things, as she always did, easing some of the mental load off his shoulders.
The minute that he arrived on scene to see a multicoloured fashion monstrosity terrorizing Paris while a flushed and huffing Ladybug battered him with strikes from her yo-yo, his knot swelled and screamed at him.
His costume rippled and stretched to accommodate him, the tight magical fabric forcing his cock to slide up his belly, leaving a creased protrusion.
Paris was going to be getting a real eyeful tonight.
And every night that he had to fight alongside his Lady.
The pheromones washed over him. Like never before, he hungered to tear the akuma apart with his bare claws and show off both his strength and his prodigious knot that Ladybug kept on starting at throughout the fight, looking like she was about to start drooling.
His lady had awakened; and he'd always suspected that, with her no-nonsense attitude and forceful personality, she would be an Alpha.
Heaven help him and his raging erection, better and worse than it ever had been before.
He was wrong.
His Lady was an Omega.
Author's Notes:
The A/B/O dynamics scene is not one that I'm familiar with, and what we've got here reflects only my limited knowledge of wolf behavior, a smattering of research into that community, and a skimming of fan works.
Some notes about this "take" on an A/B/O universe based on that limited knowledge.
Everyone has the same fundamental equipment, but physical development diverges radically around the age of 16 due to differences in hormonal development, when they begin to 'present' as an Alpha, Beta, or Omega. Male Alphas have functional knots, while Betas and Omegas do not, and both male and female Alphas become more physically robust. Omega males can be identified from birth due to their having "cloaca" and, though they have functional penises, they cannot really get erect.
Impregnation by an Omega would be incredibly taboo, though.
As you can see from what's been written already, male pregnancy and female impregnation are possible.
Pair bonds, relationships, and marriage can occur between any combination, including paired Alphas. In the latter case, they usually attract a pack of betas and omegas in a fashion similar to the Alpha male and Alpha female of a wolf-pack. Unlike wolf-packs, the Alphas, who can be male or female, are welcome to mate with any other members of their pack, though sexual interactions between the betas and omegas themselves is generally frowned upon, and there's little desire in that direction. Paired omegas can appear, but there is no instinctual recognition of their "pair bond." They are protected by law, but most do not last long as they still have the instinctual drive to find an Alpha mate. If an Alpha were to claim one or both of them, the majority of people would probably condemn him or her, but still think that it was good that he/she helped those Omegas to finally grow out of that "silly phase."
In contemporary society, Omegas are legally protected and, though they go through a rut when they first present (and do so periodically afterwards), it is a crime to claim them without consent. Still, "victim blaming" is common if an Omega who has not been scent-marked and/or mated tries to live "normally" while in rut: "he/she was asking for it, walking around like that." Also, the instinctual demands of both Alphas and Omegas are quite strong, which muddles the issue far further.
Also, Gabriel Agreste and Tomoe Tsurugi are, as ever, horrible human beings...