Category: Serials

Syrupy Heat – Ch. 1

Hope ZaneSerials

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.

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.

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the city lights bleed

Hope ZaneSerials

(Koreatown chapter 1)

The city lights bleed green and gold over the floor of their new loft. It had taken a fucking lot to get here.

“You’re sure they can’t find us?” Jisoo asks.

He wasn’t going to lean against Minjae—keeping that space between them; he’s not a baby. But Minjae loops his arm around Jisoo’s chest, warm and steady and perfectly heavy-strong, and pulls him closer.

“Absolutely sure,” Minjae says, pressing a kiss to the side of Jisoo’s face. “I swear on my life,” he says, kissing his way across Jisoo’s temple, fluttery across his eyelashes, and then down to his nose. “Absolutely no one is going to find us here.”

The final kiss lands on Jisoo’s mouth.

The loft inside is still dark. They haven’t called to hook up the electricity yet. Candles line the counter, melting down into warm puddles and casting everything in a warm and ghostly glow.

They would call it romantic.

“Don’t say that,” Jisoo says, twisting around in Minjae’s arms.

“That they won’t find us, or—”

“On your life,” Jisoo says, twisting his hand around Minjae’s finger. “Don’t ever say that.”

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