Tags: Omegaverse, Polyamory, Heat Sex, Transmasc Character, PIV sex
Ships: Lynx/Shun, Lynx/Adia, Lynx/everyone

Author’s Note: Hello and welcome to an omegaverse AU I wrote about a book I have not yet published ^^’ Goofy business, I know, but love them, and I hope you love them too.

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Chapter 1: Wolfpack

It’s another rainy day outside, not that that bothers Lynx much inside. He lolls over the bedsheets that smell like all of them, the grey comforter scratching against his nose as he rubs it into the soft nap, letting it drag against his tummy as his shirt rucks up.

He barely realizes he’s doing it and definitely doesn’t notice that he’s making soft little noises, little whimpers and grunts, until he feels a warm hand on his bottom.

Lynx jolts a little, rolling over and out of his hormone-induced haze to blink those pretty, dark eyes up at Adia.

“Whaa?”

He maybe doesn’t realize how slurred it comes out, only that Adia is here and that’s fantastic, and the bed smells really good, and it feels really good, and he’s soft and warm all over. He is maybe, probably, never getting up out of this bed.

“Wooow, Lynxie is really out of it,” he says. It’s not mean, exactly. Adia is never mean, or at least not to Lynx, but it’s a little bit sharp with a mocking edge to it that makes the bottom of Lynx’s tummy cramp.

“’m just tired,” Lynx says, nuzzling his face back into the sheets again.

The way he’s pushing his face into their bed, it’s starting to make his cheeks and muzzle area all red.

“God, Shun would kill to see this,” Adia murmurs, and it registers just enough to make Lynx whine.

His pale and long legs are bare from his thighs to his ankles, little white tube socks and grey boxer briefs the only thing covering him up, and when Adia pulls up the covers, he’s hit with a wave of pheromones so strong he can feel his teeth lengthening. There’s a wet spot on Lynx’s underwear from where he’s leaking through it, jesus. His little hips keep working against the mattress, humping himself against the sheets twisted in between his legs. Hooooly shit Adia wants to fuck him so bad.

And, well. Adia’s never been very good at not getting what he wants. For what? He’s not like Shun. He doesn’t feel guilty about this. He’s hot, and Lynx is hot. He wants to fuck Lynx, and Lynx wants to fuck him too, so what’s the problem, really?

Adia reaches down and slides his hand up the curve of Lynx’s spine. His skin is hot to the touch and just a little bit sticky with sweat. “Are you horny, baby?”

“No,” Lynx says, sounding snippier and more short than he ever does with Adia, and it’s kind of darling. It makes Adia want to eat him all up even more.

“No? But you’re humping the bed, baby.”

And instead of holding him still, Adia pushes on Lynx’s ass himself, encouraging him to keep working his hips. It’s like Lynx just notices it, because he gives a guttural groan at the friction of the sheets between his legs, pressing up against him but still not enough.

“You sure you’re not horny?” Adia asks, snaking his hand around to the front and slipping his long, cool fingers—deliciously cool against Lynx’s poor, overheated flesh—under the waistband of Lynx’s briefs.

He worms his fingers all the way down until he’s touching Lynx where he’s so hot and slick.

Adia whimpers when he feels it, because fuck, Lynx is even hotter here, like fever-hot, and he jerks against Adia’s hand and lets out a low, heartrending wail, eyes snapped shut and mouth panting open as soon as Adia touches him.

“O-oh fuck,” Lynx whimpers, grinding against Adia’s hand, and Adia slips two of his fingers between Lynx’s lips to tease the stiff, hard nub of his clit.

“You feel so good, baby boy,” Adia pants, getting on the bed so he can hold Lynx close and tip their foreheads together. He pants like he’s the one getting touched, and his cock feels huge, already rock-hard in his dancer’s pants, pushed up against Lynx’s skinny thigh while his hand works between them, rubbing Lynx’s hard, swollen clit while Lynx grunts and rocks against his hand.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum. Dia—”

“Oh fuck yes,” Adia groans.

It’s so hot. Lynx here in his bed, so hot and needy for him, working himself up for who knows how long, already ready to bust for him and Adia has barely even touched him yet, hasn’t even gotten inside him yet—

Adia’s cock twitches hard at the thought of being inside Lynx’s hot and tight body, but first thing’s first—

First he’s gotta make his baby cum, and he does, with expert precision and his long, long fingers, slipping two inside while his thumb keeps rubbing at Lynx’s clit, and Lynx gurgles and squeezes his thighs shut tight around Adia’s hand, cramping tight against the bone. He squeezes around Adia’s fingers, his little cunt gripping tight, and Adia groans.

“Killing me,” he murmurs, but his finger keeps fluttering over Lynx’s clit, slippery and hard and it’s just enough to tip Lynx over the edge.

Lynx cums with a jagged whimper, and then Adia is done with holding back. He’s too horny, too, and he surges forward to kiss Lynx filthy while Lynx is still trying to catch his breath, tongue in Lynx’s mouth and his fingers still slick inside, hand cupped possessively over Lynx’s wet mound while Lynx kisses him back, always fuck-drunk and uncoordinated right after he’s cum. His tongue trips against Adia’s, and it makes Adia’s free hand tighten around his hip, holding him closer possessively. Wolfishly.

“Feel good, baby?” Adia asks, pulling back when Lynx’s tongue and little mouth finally go slack.

“Mmmh,” Lynx hums absently, smiling as Adia rubs their noses together.

Adia is still hard in his pants. So hard he’s aching. So hard he’s wet and staining the front of his charcoal grey pants with a darker wet spot. He ruts his hard cock insistently against Lynx’s hip, not demanding but horny.

And Lynx still smells so sweet. Sweet like pastries and earthy animal things. Adia fits his long nose to the crook of Lynx’s neck, where the skin is white and soft like velvet. Vulnerable, and Adia slips his tongue in that space, runs it down a tendon. Moans at the silky feel of Lynx in his mouth and then bites down—not hard enough to hurt him, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough that Lynx can feel the indent of Adia’s teeth in his neck. His breath catches charmingly in his throat, some dim and distant prey instinct. He rolls over and shows Adia his belly with his throat still gripped in Adia’s teeth.

Adia stays latched on for a while more, a low growl barely audible but felt through the rumble in his chest. Then he finally lets go and examines the bare indents left from his teeth with something like satisfaction, licking over the marks that will be gone in a little while. Something in him grumbles in dissatisfaction at that, the part that wants to bite and mark and keep, but there’ll be time for that later.

“Can I have you, baby? Can I get inside?” Adia is already asking, licking the front of Lynx’s throat some more and hooking his fingers once more into the waistband of Lynx’s underwear, starting to peel it down to reveal the tight, sharp cut of his hip bones, the taut and soft skin stretching in the hollows.

Two truths war within him: Lynx is so pretty, and he needs to feed Lynx more.

Lynx nods, still sleepy. His limbs feel slow and tasty, like dragging them through molasses he lifts up his hips and then spreads his legs for Adia, and his underwear lands somewhere in the pile on the floor.

“Need you,” Lynx sighs. He reaches out for Adia and holds him close. Makes little grabby hands. “Missed you.”

He loves Adia so much. His best friend. His anchor. The one who loves him the most.

Adia peers at him with such intense fascination, like Lynx is the most interesting thing he’s ever seen.

“Alpha,” he sighs, and Adia groans.

“Say it again, say it again,” he urges. As he does, he fits himself between Lynx’s legs, his cock hot and twitching in his own hand.

His eyes flutter as he rubs the head through Lynx’s folds, all of him hot and wet and so open for the taking.

“Alpha,” Lynx sighs again as Adia pushes in.

His breath catches on a moan as he feels Adia’s cock breaching him, thick and hard and so perfect inside him. He wraps his arms around Adia’s neck and his legs around Adia’s hips, melting into him as Adia moans, pushing all the way inside.

It’s one long, fluid thrust and then they’re sealed together. It feels so good to be filled. Better than his fingers and better than his toys—not that he’s needed any of those in months. Having not one but seven alphas has meant that he’s never empty unless he wants to be, and right now, he very, very much wants to be filled.

“Oh, Adia, Adia, fuck me,” Lynx croons, biting one of Adia’s ears with his sharp little teeth, a nipping ache that gets Adia to stutter his hips into Lynx.

Lynx never needs much time to adjust when he’s like this, he likes being fucked a little raw, likes feeling the way Adia’s or Shun’s or even Jaehee’s cock stretches him open, peeling him open inside, wet and raw, just like he’s supposed to be.

Adia growls above him, snapping his hips in long, rolling thrusts, giving it to his Lynxie just like he wants it. Lynx looks so pretty beneath him, delicate and pretty just like a doll, nothing delicate about the way that Lynx’s nails score red lines down the back of his smooth skin, though, a stinging bite of pain that makes Adia snarl, throbbing as he pushes even deeper inside.

Like this, it feels like he’s fucking right into Lynx’s womb. So close. So close.

They’re so wrapped up in each other that they don’t hear the bedroom door quietly open, and they don’t hear it close.

It means that Adia jumps when he hears Jaehee’s voice, so much closer to his ear than he ought to be. When he’s like this with Lynx—not knotted into him yet, but close—there’s no way that Lynx can’t feel it too. Adia’s startle only fucks him deeper into Lynx’s cunt, makes Lynx moan out so sweet as Jaehee’s smooth and dark panther tones prickle Adia’s bare skin and makes his hackles raise.

“Is that where you two got off to, sneaking into Lynx’s room to have a taste before the rest of us get any.”

Adia realizes he should stop, probably. His alpha instincts are at war inside him. He needs to keep fucking Lynx as much as he needs to get the other alpha the fuck away from him. It doesn’t matter that they’re a pack. It doesn’t matter that it’s Jaehee, not right now.

Adia bares his teeth at Jaehee, but the expression comes out more seductive than predatory. Adia can’t help it that his O-face looks like that, that his cock is making him feel so good while Jaehee is here being a pain in the ass and Adia is trying to warn him off.

Jaehee just laughs at the younger alpha. It’s fucked up that it makes Adia get even harder, gets him that much closer to the edge. Lynx moans below him. He can feel Adia’s cock getting bigger and harder inside him.

“Lynx, don’t squirm—” Adia gasps, but it’s too late.

It’s already a chain reaction. Lynx whimpers and clenches around him, which makes Adia gasp and fuck into him harder, which makes Lynx’s pussy squeeze him even tighter—

Jaehee laughs, low and amused. It makes the hair on the back of Adia’s neck prickle. “Look at the two of you, looking so pretty together. So pretty I ought to take a picture.” And then he leans in and licks the side of Adia’s neck, licking into his ear, and Adia whimpers, and his hips stutter, and he starts to cum.

“Shit. Fuck,” he’s swearing, and then Lynx is gasping beneath him, eyes growing wide and round as he feels Adia’s knot start to swell, plugging him full as Adia pumps load after load of cum into his belly.

Lynx moans, his eyes rolling back in his head and his legs falling open as he feels Adia’s knot filling him, stretching him just to the point of pain, keeping him filled and so perfectly owned.

“Well then. Looks like the two of you are going to be busy for a while. Maybe I really should take some pictures. Smile for the camera, baby.”

“Jaehee, don’t—” Adia starts to say, but for real there’s already a camera phone in his face.

Jaehee snaps pictures of the both of them, Lynx all fucked out and boneless and Adia still feeling like jelly as his cock twitches and his orgasm rolls on and on, with cum still dribbling into Lynx where they’re still joined every few minutes.

Once Jaehee is done being a weird pervert and making his porno of them, he slips his phone back into his pocket and stops being a weirdo.

It was true what he said—Lynx and Adia really do look gorgeous together, like two pretty swans. Fortunately, he doesn’t mind being the big bad wolf come to mess things up, but that doesn’t mean he’s heartless.

He turns up the thermostat in the room before he gets on the bed. It’s pretty warm in here from all their exertion, but they’ll be cooling off soon with the sweat still drying on their skin, and Jaehee is the only one still wearing clothes. He doesn’t bother taking them off before he gets on the bed to join them, careful not to jostle.

His voice is soft, too, not whispering but pitched low and soothing—hypnotic, might be the better word, as he asks,

“Did our Lyn-lyn even cum again or were you a selfish boy?”

Adia huffs.

“’m okay, hyung,” Lynx huffs sleepily. But he still moans quietly every time he feels Adia’s knot pulse inside him, the drag of his big knot inside his inner walls delicious every time Adia shifts or huffs or even breaths.

Jaehee gives a hum that seems to say, oh really? As he ignores him and puts a hand between the both of them, where they’re still joined and very wet. It’s a little bit gross and a lot arousing, and Jaehee can’t even be mad that his dick gives a twitch at that.

Or at the way Adia whines when Jaehee’s fingers brush him, sensitive after his orgasm and still getting squeezed by Lynx’s tight body.

“Nonsense,” Jaehee chides.

Adia’s eyes widen when he figures out what Jaehee means to do, and he leans back on his heels to give Jaehee room—not that there’s much room to speak of, even on a bed this size—they’d got a California King bed when it became clear that this was going to be a regular thing, but they’re still subject to the cruel whims of biology.

It’s still so much to watch their hyung with the sharpest tongue lean down between them with that same tongue stuck out. He runs it lightly around Lynx’s plugged hole, which means Adia’s cock gets stuck in the blast radius, too. Their hyung’s tongue, hot and wet and deliberate, and if Adia wasn’t already coming, he thinks he’d come again.

Lynx is especially enjoying it. No matter what he said, he’s always insatiable around his time of the month. He’s already getting wet again, as if he wasn’t already soaked, to the feeling of Jaehee’s tongue lightly tracing his clit over the hood. He moans aloud and bears down hard on Adia’s knot, although he tries not to—he knows Adia gets sensitive—when Jaehee’s clever tongue pokes its way beneath the hood, tracing Lynx’s glans where it’s the most sensitive and sending feelings like electric shocks running all up and down his body.

Jaehee looks so pretty down there, lapping at Lynx, cleaning him up from Adia’s spend, that Adia can’t help dropping a hand on the top of Jaehee’s head, feeling the silky hair beneath his hand, the feeling somewhere between soft and crisp. He’s mesmerized by the sight.

This is kind of a dangerous move—in a certain kind of mood, Jaehee is as likely to take his hand off as he is to tolerate it, but now, apparently, he’s so turned on by eating out Lynx that all it earns Adia is an approving rumble. Mesmerized, feeling bolder, Adia scrunches his fingers in Jaehee’s hair a little, fascinated by the way that Jaehee purrs—and shivering like electric shock every time Jaehee’s tongue goes astray and brushes against him.

Lynx is having a great time. Adia can feel him getting wetter, christ, and he’s getting louder and louder, like someone’s turned the volume up on his voice box. He leans back on his elbows, getting closer the longer Jaehee laps at him with patient determination.

And, well, Adia’s never been careful. He’s always liked to flirt with the edge a bit, not a death wish but something that looks a little close in the low light, because his lightly petting hand slides from the top of Jaehee’s sleek and slick hair down to his ear. He pinches the lobe between his hand—soft—and runs his fingers along the shell of Jaehee’s ear.

Jaehee has pretty ears, and they’re small, for a grown man. If Jaehee had his mouth free, he’d snip, Not now, Kim, probably. But his mouth is full, and Adia is playing with his ear, and no one is expecting the wrecked, throaty sound that ekes out of Jaehee’s mouth. Adia freezes, going stock still, as the shock rills through him, along with something that might be a bone-deep arousal. Jaehee is Chaewon’s, but Adia’s whole body is going kind of funny from being with Lynx in a heat.

So Adia does something insane and leans forward, still tied to Lynx, and licks up the side of Jaehee’s ear, sucking that soft, pretty earlobe into his mouth.

Jaehee lets out a sound that might want to be ‘what the fuck,’ but instead is just desperate and garbled into Lynx’s pussy. He pants into it like he’s being tortured, and Adia sucks harder and more determined, licking along the shell of Jaehee’s sensitive ear.

And it’s no secret, really, that Jaehee gets off on eating out Lynx—he’s got a service top kink that way, always happiest when he’s buried between someone’s legs. Right now, his control is starting to fray. He’s jolting his hips into the mattress, cock so hard it’s nearly painful where the others can’t see, leaking into his pants while Adia plays with his ears. He latches onto Lynx’s clit with his mouth and sucks, and it only takes a few seconds of that until Lynx is coming fast and hard into his mouth, sinking his fingers into Jaehee’s hair.

It’s not more than a second after that that Jaehee finally lets himself go, coming untouched, just from fucking the mattress and sucking Lynx off, with a stifled groan and a series of wet pulses into his now-sticky jeans. Ugh.

As soon as he comes, he’s far too sensitive to be touched, and he swats off Adia with a nettled, “Stop that.”

Adia’s finally soft enough to slip out of Lynx with a murmured whimper from Lynx, and just like that, Adia is laser-focused on him again, too consumed to even bother dodging the half-hearted smack that Jaehee sends his way.

“Impertinent,” Jaehee snips, but Adia is already gentling Lynx.

“Hey, pretty baby, are you hurt anywhere? Sore?”

“Only the good kind,” Lynx says, smiling up at him, a bit more lucid now. He’s always more comfortable during his heats once he has a few orgasms in him.

Adia slants a quick glance at Jaehee—probably wondering if he’s going to be hit again—but Jaehee only clicks his tongue. “Get on with it.”

Satisfied, Adia wraps Lynx up in a big hug like he wants to. The slightly dusty scent of Lynx’s hair, lightly spiced with the smell of his sweat, is the world’s best soother. It nearly makes Adia go crosseyed with pleasure, but not the horny kind, as he wraps Lynx up in his arms and continues to coo at him, wrapping their legs together until they’re twisted up in each other like one living thing.

It’s no secret that Adia loves Lynx the most, that he’s intense about him. Jaehee looks down at them with a kind of helpless fondness, nevermind that it’s covered up behind the ice in his eyes.

Adia is already tired—he always gets super sleepy after knotting. Lynx is already dozing in his arms, snoring lightly—so cute. But before the feeling can pull Adia under, he forces his eyelids open and looks up at Jaehee, still dressed and looking untouchable, only there are the signs of the both of them on him now, the dark wet spot on the front of his dark pants, his mussed hair, the redness creeping up from the collar of his shirt.

“Get in here,” Adia mumbles.

“And smell your sweaty body all afternoon? I think not,” Jaehee scoffs.

But somehow, he still does it. He looks heavenward for a moment as if asking the heavens why they’ve cursed him with two horrid boys, then climbs into the big bed behind Adia and wraps him up in his arms with no more complaining. Adia keeps his mouth shut, knowing better than to disturb the moment.

“Should have locked the door, silly boy,” Jaehee says, but there’s no heat in it, and he presses a kiss to the top of each of heads, just once, once he’s sure they’re really asleep.