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If anyone asked Felix if he ever thought about how his life would be if he was an alpha or if he had ever wished he had presented as an alpha or even a beta, his honest answer would be a single one: no. He was pretty happy as an omega. Really. He enjoyed being an omega, he enjoyed his cocoa strawberry scent with a milk undertone. His heats were a bit of a problem usually, considering he was a single omega, but even so he enjoyed it. He knew deep down in his heart that he never had any other option if not presenting as an omega. However, there was one little thing that he did not enjoy as an omega. 

His very overprotective older brother. And his also very overprotective father. And if it was not enough, both men were alphas. Older alphas. His dad, Bangchan was forty four, his brother, Minho, twenty seven. And somehow, even if he was an adult now by the age of twenty two, both men still acted as if he was still their little Lixie. Every time he got home from work, both alphas would scent him, making sure he smelled of nothing but their scents. His dad's scent was a nice cedar with a smoky undertone and a hint of vanilla that made you feel safe, relaxed, but also made you want to bury your face on his neck and never leave. To Felix, he smelled like a safe place, like home. His brother’s scent though, was something completely different. Minho’s scent was a really comforting scent of fresh rain with an undertone of incense and a hint of coffee. It was something that brought you a cozy feeling and nice memories, a scent that made you feel warm and content during a cold, gloomy day. So every day he ended up smelling like the two alphas. Even the few times Felix had tried going on dates and even dated a guy or two, his brother and father would overreact a little. Of course he could understand them, though, he was the youngest and the omega, after all. It was natural that both older figures would feel protective of him, right? They were his family, after all. They cared and worried about him.

But that was also another reason why he could never let them know the truth about his job. For all means, both were convicted; he worked with Jisung at a club near his house… And it was not all a lie. He did work at a club with Jisung. Except Jisung was a bartender and he… Well, he was an exotic dancer. Or a midnight ballerina, how they preferred to be called. It was not that he was ashamed of it, no. He loved his job to bits. He loved the eyes upon him whenever he had a performance. Every night was funnier than the previous one thanks to his friends and coworkers, Hyunjin and Seungmin. They were great, they always took care of him and taught him everything he needed to know to become one of the main stars of the club. The issue was: if his father and his brother knew he was a midnight ballerina, they would probably drag him away and lock him home first thing after giving him a long ass scolding. And Jisung would also be scolded for lying too. Second thing, they would probably have a stroke and Felix definitely did not want to cause his two alphas a stroke. Or a heart attack. So lying about it was the best choice in the end.

“.... And you’re next.” 

The voice took Felix out of his thoughts, a blonde head shaking slightly while his gaze slowly focused on the beautiful and slender figure of Hyunjin standing behind him. The mirror was big enough that he could see his friend looking at him with an amused expression – Felix usually got lost in his reveries, in thoughts that never left his too active brain, and usually Hyunjin was the one to bring him back to earth. 

“Sorry, Jinnie. I was distracted. What did you just say?” He asked with a faint blush spreading over his cheeks, reaching for the intricate black and pink cat mask he usually wore. There, at the club, he was not Felix or Yongbok. Each of them had a stage name for their own security, just like the masks each of them wore granted them more privacy about their real identity. There he was known as Pixie. 

“I told you that Seungmin is ending his performance and you’re next. So you better wear that mask and rush to your spot, princess.” Hyunjin was never rude to him, the other omega was actually quite maternal sometimes. Point proven by the slender hand tugging playfully on the small braids on his blonde hair before squeezing his shoulder in a supportive way and the wink that followed in his direction. “Slay, babe!”

With a final look at his reflection while Hyunjin’s heels echoed as he moved around the room (probably looking for his phone to message Changbin, his boyfriend), he grabbed his mask and put it on, being careful not to ruin the small braids. His blonde hair fell on his shoulder beautifully, the red lipstick was a nice contrast to the freckled skin that showed under the mask and his glittery baby pink top and the baby pink micro skirt that left nothing to imagination sat wonderfully on his body. Now, on his way to the main stage of the club and under the low lights, all he could hear was the clicking of his own heels against the floor and the ending of Seungmin’s performance. 

The beta was a wonderful dancer too – he never failed to grab the attention of one of their security guards, Jeogin. Felix was sure the baby alpha had a massive crush on Seungmin, not just because he stared at him as if he hung the moon, but because he always blushed whenever Seungmin waved at him and greeted him whenever his performance had ended right after leaving the stage. Sometimes Felix wondered if Jeongin would ever act on it or if Seungmin would be the one to take the first step. Probably Seungmin

Now, on the stage and as his song started playing all thoughts left his brain; his focus being only his performance. A deep breath was taken and brown eyes opened, head looking around in a sensual way, taking a brief look at that night’s audience as his hand gripped the pole while rolling his lips slowly. The beats of the song took over him and every move was perfectly executed as if he was not the one in control, but the song was the one controlling his body and each and every move of him instead. Strong hands and arms held his body up while legs moved smoothly around the pole, air walking like a graceful, superior, divine being levitating under those lights. It was needless to say the whole audience was hypnotized by the blonde omega on stage. Even more obvious by the surprised gasps and even a few groans from other alphas and even omegas when the tiny figure wrapped his legs around the pole and started spinning, slowly at first but soon there were arms moving sensually over his chest and neck at the same time the music reached its climax and a faint scent of incense and smoky cedar hit his nostrils – something that he did not pay much mind in that moment. At that moment he was not Felix anymore. His aura was filled with the lust, the desire, the confidence and the appeal that only Pixie could have. Even his scent was sweeter, with a hint of arousal – he could feel it on the way his panties under the skirt became slightly wetter. He loved knowing all those lust-filled gazes, groans, and the bills being thrown on the stage were for him solely. 

A gasp left crimson lips as his front was pressed against the cold metal and he rolled his head back with an open mouth while slowly sliding down, ending the performance on his knees and with his back thrown back, a hand grasping his own throat and eyes rolling back as if he himself had just reached the climax. A minute later after his performance was over and his gaze met with a random gaze on the audience, it was enough to almost make him panic and lose composure on stage. To muffle all those applauses and appreciative noises coming from his audience. Because now the scents he had smelled earlier made sense. Because of course he had recognized those scents. How could he not? Those were Minho’s and Bangchan’s scents. And the eyes staring at him, no, piercing through him in that moment was none but his own father’s. Not with disgust, not with disappointment, but with barely contained lust. And so did his brother. Did they know Pixie was him? Probably not. He had a mask covering his face, after all. Still, it was completely fucked up of him to feel that knowing heat on his lower half, between his legs. 

With a sharp inhale he forced his heart to calm down and focused on gathering all the bills that had been thrown on the stage, tucking some on the waistband of his skirt and some on his top. It was always like this, always picking way more bills than his small hands could hold. He could not help but wonder if his brother and his father had thrown some bills at the stage for him too. 

“Get your shit together, Felix!” He hissed to himself on his way back to the dancer’s room, heels clicking as he walked with quick steps. Now all he had to do was wait until both alphas had left the club so he could return home. Easy. His brother and his father would soon go home and he would be back at home just a little later than usual. He could always say his shift at the club had been hectic and busy. They would totally believe him. End of the story. 

But then, a small, tiny voice in the back of his head was asking him how he could be so sure. What if that had not been the first time? What if the alphas had watched him before, during one of his other performances or even during the duet ones he had done with Hyunjin or even with Seungmin? And if they did… Could it be that the reason why he only caught a whiff of their scents was because they had gotten aroused by his performance? Sure, that one had been his boldest performance so far, so it would explain. And the voice kept going; what if they knew all this time? What if they were aware that Pixie, the star of the club, was their omega son and brother and they kept coming back to watch more? To get more of a show that would never be exclusive to their alpha eyes?
The thought was terrible. It was disgusting. It was wrong. In all the possible levels. And yet, while taking off his mask and looking at his own reflection in the mirror, he noticed. The dilated pupils, the flushed cheeks – not because of the effort during the performance –, and worse; the wetness between his legs. Not wet enough to make the fabric of his panties cling to his parts, but enough to feel the slightly sticky substance whenever he shifted. All the signs that he also had gotten aroused by their gazes. And what did that make of him? Probably the worst son and brother ever. Because he knew. He knew and still he allowed the desire to run through his veins. 

Felix was in the middle of taking off his shoes when a knocking on the door got his attention. 

“Yes?” 

The question was followed by a known voice and a face he knew very well peeking inside the room through a half open door; Orange hair and cute dimples showing as Jeongin appeared into his view.

“Pixie! Uhh, there’s two men here... They asked to see you – they said they are family and they know your real name.” 

Jeongin’s words were enough to make his heart start racing again and his ears to start buzzing, taking a second or two to be able to find his own words again to reply. A high heeled shoe dropped from his hand as he cleared his throat and smiled softly at his friend. It was not Jeongin’s fault, he reminded himself. The poor baby alpha was only doing his job and in the end, he was the one who had lied to begin. 

“Oh, uh, yeah… Please, let them in, Innie-ah. Oh! And please, can you let Jisungie know that I won’t be getting a ride from him tonight? I haven't had the opportunity to tell him yet.” He asked softly, offering his sweetest smile and best doe eyes at the baby alpha. He knew he would never say no to him – the privileges of being the favorite hyung – still, he wanted to make sure.

His back remained turned to the door after he heard the soft noise of it being closed, which could only mean that Jeongin had left and now it was just the three of them. Now he would have to face his father and his brother, face them and tell the truth and maybe even see how disappointed they were. And for sure, he would also have to say goodbye to being a midnight ballerina. The thought brought him a wave of sadness.

“Yongbok-ah.” Minho’s voice was the first to break the silence, lifting his gaze from the glittery skirt to the reflection on the mirror. His father was silent, sitting on the couch with arms crossed and a leg lazily crossed over the other. His brother, though… He could not describe exactly how Minho looked at him, only acknowledge that he was standing close, behind his chair to be more specific. 

“You look surprised… I bet you did not expect us here tonight, huh? My bad, I admit. I got curious to see your workplace and I asked dad and he said he was curious too. It’s only fair, right?” 

His tone was playful, light, matching the eye smile his brother had on, still Felix knew better. He knew that under that facade his brother had other feelings hidden. He was not threatening him or anything, no. Minho never did this, in fact Minho was the best brother anyone could ever have asked for. But he knew that under that, Minho was mad at being lied to. It was one of the things he disliked the most. 

“Though I must be honest and say that we did not expect that their most famous midnight ballerina was no one else but you… It was quite the surprise.” 

A click of tongue followed while he watched as Minho closed the distance, resting his hands on both of his shoulders and squeezed lightly, as if he was trying to help Felix get rid of the tension. The touch alone felt as if his skin was burning where his brother’s hands touched, and he swallowed hard as he watched through their reflection how his father would shift positions, now sitting with his legs spread and a hand resting a little too close to his groin. 

“Lixie… Why did you lie to us? Do you really not trust in us?” 

This time it was his father’s voice that reached his ears, finding himself shaking his head in an automatic response. He trusted them more than anything… It is just that he knew they would never tolerate this job. Their overprotectiness would never allow it. 

“N-no, that’s not—. I mean. You– You’d never have let me. Am I wrong? I know you two worry a lot about me, you would worry someone could do anything bad and you would never let me be an exotic dancer…” 

And just like that all the confidence Pixie had was gone, leaving just Felix back to deal with the two alphas. 

The hands on his shoulders somehow had gotten to the ties of his top and now were playing with it while watching the interaction between father and son. Felix could smell it, both their scents were starting to fill the closed room. The smoky cedar of his father was way stronger than previously and the incense of his brother so intense that it felt as if there were at least ten incense lit up in the room. It was overpowering. He felt his own wolf responding to it, purring inside him in delight and almost nuzzling him while basking in the mix of those alpha scents. He felt how his nipples hardened against the soft fabric of the pink top and how the tingling between his legs got stronger accompanied by a gush of slick. His own scent was reeking arousal now; the cocoa strawberry so strong it made him disgusted. He hated all of this. Hated how his body reacted so strongly to the two older alphas, how his wolf was purring so pleased. Damn, those were his brother and father, he was not supposed to want them! 

“Mnm… And you thought lying was the smartest choice, right? Lixie, Lixie… You should know that in the end, dad will always find the truth, mn?” 

His father, Bangchan, said while eyeing his figure through the mirror, even brushing his hand over the noticeable bulge on his dark pants before standing up and walking to the other two sons. 

“And do you know why?” 

He asked once he was close enough, turning Felix’s chair around so now the blonde would have no choice but face him directly. His larger figure looming over him in such an intimidating, domineering way that made the omega gasp and hold his breath. He could only watch as his father ran his fingers through his blonde hair, tugging lightly onto the small braids before resuming the way down his neck with his fingers, touching lightly between his chest before moving his finger up, until his index was holding his chin and tilting it up. Brown hues meeting dark hues, the lust dripping from it. And his skin burning on the trail his father had touched.

“Because dad knows what’s best for you, Lixie… And so does your brother. You’re our little Lixie, our perfect omega… Of course we have to be protective of you.. We must make sure no scum of an alpha will get their dirty hands on our precious omega.” 

Words spoken with such tenderness, in such a soft tone that it almost made Felix agree to whatever he was saying right then and there. His father’s and his brother’s touch felt so right even if he knew it was so wrong… No alpha he had dated before had him feeling like this; as if his body was burning and his brain getting more and more fuzzy with just a couple of words and some light yet teasing touches. His wolf was delighted. It craved more of it. 

“Dad’s right… You are too good to any alpha here. Or anywhere. You only deserve the best, Yongbok-ah.” 

His brother’s words accompanied skilled hands untying his top faster than he could ever process what was happening, feeling how the fabric fell into his lap and left his chest exposed to everyone in the room. Yet, his hands never dared to touch more than his freckled back, tracing the pattern of his freckles with his fingers. 

“Oops. I just thought you could feel more comfortable out of this top. It looked a bit tight on you, especially after such a wonderful performance. So talented our little Yongbok-ah…” 

Minho said with his words tugging onto the braids on his hair this time, making his cheeks gain a deeper shade of pink and his breath to hitch for a moment as a small noise left his lips. That was wrong. That was utterly wrong. He tried reminding himself, watching as Bangchan lowered himself in front of him and held onto his thighs oh so gently. It was as if the spot where he had touched was on fire, leaving him scared that if he looked down, he would see the perfect marks of his father’s big hands on his skin. 

“You thought we would not recognize you, mm?” Bangchan said while running his hands up and down his son’s thighs, pushing his legs apart a little while looking up at him. Those intense dark hues and his touch sending shivers down Felix’s spine and a new gush of slick soaking his panties. He watched as his father’s nostrils dilated enough to take a whiff of his sweet, aroused scent and how Bangchan’s became even more suffocating, clouding his brain in a way that should never happen between a son and a father. 

“The thing is, little one… We will always recognize your delicious scent. Your plump lips. Your freckled legs. Your beautiful hair… And you know why, Felix?” 

The question was not really expecting an answer, yet the omega found himself shaking his head in response while watching as one of his father’s hands moved under that glittery micro skirt, gasping as a single digit brushed over the fabric of his panties. This is so fucked up… The omega thought, yet he found himself spreading his legs even more, almost as if unconsciously offering himself to the man who was none but his father. He could feel the grip he had on his wolf and on what was right and wrong slipping through his fingers – and he could not find in himself the strength needed to stop it from happening. 

“Because we raised you.” A tender kiss pressed to his inner thigh, his father’s big nose brushing against his skin while his brother’s hands now touched his sides on the way to pick the top from his lap so Minho could discard it somewhere behind them. “And we know everything about you.” Minho’s voice whispered in his ear, lips brushing against his earlobe before nibbling lightly. “We know even the parts you don’t think we do, Yongbok-ah… You can never fool us.” 

And fuck. Felix could not really focus anymore. His wolf wanted to present himself, to purr as loud as he could and to be the goodest omega to these two alphas. To give them anything and everything they wanted. To let them breed him over and over and over again. 

A muffled moan escaped through his lips as Minho’s tongue found his neck – his scent gland to be more specific at the same time Bangchan’s index circled his clit over the soaked fabric of his panties, teeth biting down hard onto plump bottom lip. He had never felt so good before, and it was embarrassing to admit that because hell, he should not be enjoying his father’s and brother’s touch that much. He should not be enjoying AT ALL, for beginners.  

And Felix tried. He tried to hold onto the sane part of himself, the one that screamed at him to get up and run away from the two alphas, the one that had a massive red warning saying this was wrong and disgusting and fucked up. Yet, the part of him that was enjoying this whole situation was much stronger. And maybe, just maybe, deep down Felix did not want to fight it. Maybe he just wanted to surrender to that taboo, strange pleasure and let it fill him like never before. 

“‘M sorry…” Nothing more than a weak whisper was Felix’s answer, licking lips while shifting his head slightly to the side so he could look at their reflection on the mirror and the sight did not fail to make another gush of slick pool on his panties. It was probably the most unholy, sinful and sexy thing he had ever seen. The sort of image that could ban countless of angels from Heaven straight to Hell. A visual image that would make even Asmodeus himself blush from the depths of his realm. 

His cheeks were even more flushed, highlighting his freckles and his lipstick was smudged from how much he had bitten and licked his lips. His neck had a red mark near his gland where Minho was licking, sucking and nibbling, and his own brother looked a mess – tossed hair and dark pupils dripping lust. His father looked just as affected, ears red and a dark, hungry look in his face. As if he could eat Felix whole right then and there. 

“Sorry for what?” 

The words coming from his father’s mouth so close to his clothed pussy sending shivers down his spine and making the omega shift on his seat, moving hips closer to the edge of the chair and closer to his father’s nose. The feeling of his parts tingling and even aching with the need to be filled was starting to drive him crazy. Be it a finger, a cock or even a tongue, either would be welcome by him. All would be welcome by him. Yet he knew that if he did not answer, his brother and his father would probably torture him even more instead of giving him what he wanted. Needed.

“S-sorry for lying!” 

He squealed lightly as his brother bit a little harder against his scent gland, causing his body to jolt even closer to Chan and so, making the sculpted nose of his father to brush lightly against his clit. Needless to say the noise that left Felix’s lips was just a taste of how much he was craving that contact. 

He did not know the exact moment his father's hands had gotten rid of his panties, just watching as the older man pressed the soaked fabric against his nose and took a deep inhale, a low rumbling echoing in the silent room. The scene was so… lewd inherently, that it made him blush hard, feeling the blood burning against his freckled cheeks as his cunt fluttered around nothing. He needed something so bad. Anything. 

“He smells delicious… I bet he will taste even better.” Minho’s voice said from behind Felix, low and husky, breaking the silence while he walked over to join Chan, both men now staring hungrily at him. He felt exposed, aroused, and needy. Not even during his worst heat he had felt such an urge to be filled, to be bred. 

And it was like the mention of his taste was all Chan needed, because next thing he has his nose pressed against his clit, tongue lavishing his pussy like a needy dog. He could tell the surprised moan came from his lips thanks to his brother’s laugh. Mockingly. Mean. Aroused. Minho was enjoying seeing how confused and desperate he was, he could tell. A quick look and he saw. His brother had his own pants down his thighs and his cock on hand, stroking languidly the length while watching their father eat Felix out. 

Meanwhile Bangchan could not even find words, too busy and too deep into getting more and more of his son’s slick. His taste, better than the sweetest ambrosia. It was like he had been made just for him. Just for them. No one else deserved to ever taste his son if not his older son and himself. He knew the thought was utterly wrong and yet he could not find in himself to stop, or to care about it. All he wanted at that moment was Felix. 

The lewd noises filled the room quickly, with Felix panting and not knowing whether to look at his father between his legs or his brother now by his side, with his cock so, so close to his face. He was sure that if he leaned just a little to the side he would be able to smell it, to lick the precum off his shaft. His brain was too clouded by Minho’s incense scent and his father’s smoky cedar one. The combination was enough to send him into a very specific headspace where his main urge was to be a good omega. To please. And maybe they both knew that too, after all.

“Please…” The whiny words left plump brims of the blonde omega while his hips grinded down against his father’s tongue, panting a little at the feeling of the smooth muscle intruding his hole and sucking all the slick he could gather. His nose rubbing against his clit felt heavenly. It was just right. The right size, the right pressure; made the omega think in the high of it that maybe he could ride it later again. And again. 

Doe eyes looked up at his brother in a silent ask for something they both knew, tongue licking lips almost in a desperate way and maybe that had been all Minho needed as the next second he was holding the base of his length, rubbing the wet tip against Felix’s lips with a wicked smirk on.

“Suck it.” 

It was what Felix needed to hear while his tongue circled the angry tip and played with his slit – not to tease the alpha, no, but to gather all the precum there. With a kiss to his tip, he wrapped his lips around it. hollowing cheeks as he slowly started sucking his brother off. The weight of his length felt just right against his tongue, his taste so strong and so… Minho. Eyes fluttered shut as his brother grabbed onto his braids and tugged while letting out a breathy moan. He wanted nothing more than to be the perfect little omega for them. Let them use him however they wanted.

And as if Minho had read his mind, soon enough he started moving his hips, forcing the omega to swallow him and take. Not even the light gaging noises could stop him. He knew Felix could take it. And if he was honest, to would love to see his little brother choke on his cock, all covered in spit, precum and with that fucked out expression on his face. 

“Such a good boy…” Bangchan’s voice echoed, pulling back from his pussy enough to look at his – already – fucked out son. He could tell Felix was close; the shallow breathing, the legs shaking and the way his cunt fluttered around his tongue as if trying to keep the muscle there, the whiny noise in protest. But not yet. They still had a lot of fun ahead before Felix was allowed to cum. 

“Fuck… He looks so pretty like this… Those lips were made for sucking cock.” 

His father’s praises sent a new gush of slick down his pussy and he was sure the chair would be completely stained by the time they were done there. In response, a pleased moan resonated against his brother’s cock, making the man’s hips stutter for a moment before he was tugging harshly against his braids, forcing his cock down his throat and stilling there for a moment while staring at their father. Not cumming yet, no. Minho was merely training him to be a good cocksleeve.

“Enough, Minho.”

Bangchan’s voice forced the other alpha to pull back, making a lewd amount of spit and precum run down his brother’s chin. Lips red and swollen for the effort. It made the older brother want to kiss those lips, bite them. But he knew the best part was yet to come. 

“Come here, little one…” The oldest alpha said while lifting Felix up with ease but always with love, moving him from the – now ruined chair – to the couch, his own bigger figure under the omega’s, as that one was sat on his lap. 

“Mnm… So wet… You are going to ruin my pants too.” 

Chan said with a chuckle, nose brushing against his son’s jaw before peppering kisses around his face. “You are so beautiful, Felix… So perfect…” Each sentence follows a kiss and each kiss closer to his mouth. 

Minho was jealous, he had to admit. Chan and Felix had always been closer; but he and Felix also had been joined on the hips. He just wanted to be the first one to corrupt those plump lips… But he respected their hierarchy, even if Chan was not the type of alpha that cared about such things, so he only walked behind the omega, focusing on playing with his chest in the meantime. Skilled fingers circled his nipples before finally playing with the sensitive buds. 

Both alphas watched as Felix squirmed back and arched his back, as if trying to fight the urge to seek for more of that pleasure, but very clearly losing the fight against his wolf. Against his body. Both knew it was just a matter of time until Felix was surrendering to the pleasure, to their most carnal and basic instincts. It had been like this the first time Minho had come to Chan, too. 

“You were made for us, Yongbok-ah… It is okay to give in to the pleasure…” 

His brother said against his ear, pinching and rolling his nipples between thumb and index fingers. His own eyes glued to his father’s lips. They looked so inviting… So plump and perfect… Before he could think too much about it, he closed the distance himself, pressing brims together and licking his bottom lip in a silent ask to deepen their kiss; and who was Chan to stop him? To say no when he had Felix doing exactly what he had been wanting? So with a low growl he deepened their kiss – tongues meeting and dancing in a sensual dancing while his omega grinded his pussy against his clothed erection, almost humping him. And it was probably one of the hottest things he had ever witnessed. Strong hands holding his hips as if guiding him exactly where he wanted, where he felt his cock twitching and throbbing under the fabric of his pants.

“D-daddy…” 

The needy moan had been probably too much for Chan, as the next second he was pushing his pants down and freeing his big cock, not wasting any time before he was forcing Felix to rub down his soaked pussy against his length, coating it in his slick while lying down against the coach. Sure, the couch was small for what both alphas wanted, but it would have to do as fucking on the floor was not an option. Felix was not a common whore, no. That was their little one, the reason for their existence, the sunshine who lit up their whole lives. And so, Felix deserved just the best; only the best.

“Shh… You’ll get what you want, little one. I promise.”

Bangchan mumbled to him with a kiss on his forehead and one on his lips – a contrast to all that was happening just moments prior and his big hands spread Felix’s legs, making the omega straddle him.

“Minho, you get behind him.” 

The command was enough to make the blonde omega confused for a moment, especially because his father’s cock already throbbed and leaked precum against his pussy, making him give the older alpha a confused look. Which did not last much because right after he felt his brother cock against his ass, the wet tip slapping his cheeks, marking them with his precum.

“Fuck… Am I the first one, Yongbokkie?” 

Minho asked with a ragged breath already, rubbing his length between his asscheeks slowly. Obviously he was teasing the blonde omega. He wanted to see his younger brother begging for it. 

“Am I the first one fucking your tight little hole…? Will you even be able to take me full?” He could hear the smirk on his brother’s voice, hear that humiliating tone that should not, but caused a billion shivers down his body and made his cunt and his ass squeeze around nothing. 

“Worry not, Bbokie… I will be so gentle. I’ll prep you so well…” 

And as if to prove his point, Felix felt Minho start peppering kisses along his back, almost as if the alpha was kissing each freckle of his, tracing a particular constellation that only the both of them would know. His fingers found their way to his soaked cunt, spreading his lips so he could coat his fingers in the sweet slick. That was his chance to finally taste his little brother, and so he did. Tongue meeting middle finger to lick and suck on the substance. Just the scent was enough to make any alpha crazy – and the jealous thoughts that filled his mind for a second were enough to make him smack down his pert ass, watching as the left cheek would get the red shape of his hand – and the taste itself was enough to make his cock leak even more precum and throb painfully. His brother tasted divine. Nothing could ever compare to the sweetness of his little Yongbok.

With a low hum he focused on the omega again, circling his entrance with his index finger before slowly easing its way in, watching his body language for any sign of discomfort that he might feet. Once he saw Felix was relaxed enough and even struggling to keep his hips still, he gave a sign for their father which promptly started rubbing the omega’s clit with his thumb, being gifted with moans and gasps. That was his lead to ease a second finger in, taking a minute or two until his brother was used to it before doing scissor moves. He was so tight, so warm, it drove Minho crazy, wanting nothing more than to bury his cock to the hilt in that tight hole and fill it with his cum until he was leaking. 

“Nn-nggh…Alpha…”

Felix gasped, cheeks flushed and eyes glossy. He needed them inside him now or he would go insane. His wolf was going crazy already.

And no words were needed as Chan slid inside his son’s tight cunt, feeling how his pussy slowly arranged itself for his cock, feeling the rigged walls squeezing him. A grunt and a moan that left his son’s lips being muffled as he clashed their lips together, swallowing any noises that could escape past his lips. At the same time Minho eased his cock into his brother’s ass, throwing his head back and letting out a low curse as Felix’s tight walls also squeezed his cock. It was almost painful. A delicious mix of pain and pleasure.

“Ahhh… Fuck fuck…!” 

Felix was sure that he would feel both alphas later. For hours. Maybe even days. He never felt so full in his whole life before, the stretching was burning, borderline painful, but there was that pleasure running through his veins, that lust and the need for his father and his brother. And if he bit hard into Bagchan’s lips while getting used to the intrusion, that was no one’s problem but his father for having a big cock and his brother for being thicker than average.

“Fuck, Felix… You are so tight… How can a slut be so tight?” 

That was his father. And the surprise for being called such names was clear in his face, feeling a rush of heat running down his spine and his cunt gush more slick. He was probably a freak, that was the only explanation. Something was wrong with him for getting aroused by being called names. Not only that, being called names by his father AND his brother. But before he could protest both alphas started moving, slowly at first, as if letting him get used to the overwhelming feeling before properly – and finally – fucking him good. 

“Yeah…” Minho started, panting a little as he thrusted into his ass shortly, but hard enough to make his body jolt a little on top of his father’s. “No one is fucking that ass but me.” And another slap followed, marking his other cheek with his palm. “Just dad. Dad and I.” And as he shifted to bite into Felix’s shoulder – a mark – he felt how his cock went deeper into him, making Felix suppress a sob. “You are our little slut. You hear me? I don’t care if you are a whore who likes to dance for money…” A deep thrust followed, skin slapping against skin. “You are ours.” Words said while pulling into his braids, causing his head to tilt back slightly, leaving the omega's throat on display for their father. 

“Nngh… D-Daddy!” 

The pleading caused Chan to growl, thrusting up against his son’s cunt as if his life depended on it. A horny dog seeking relief on his bitch, that was what it felt like. His breath was shallow and the effort made his dark curls cling onto his forehead, sweat making their bodies more slippery. 

“Y-yes, little one?” He asked, slowing down the speed of his thrusts on purpose to edge his son longer. He looked so beautiful like this, with tears starting to pool on his eyes and cheeks flushed. It made Chan want to completely ruin him for anyone else but his older son. Even to himself, a possessive part of himself whispered like a devil on his ear. 

“Tell me, baby… What do you need?” 

And Felix hated (loved) how both alphas seemed to be teasing him, mocking him for his inability to think straight and form coherent thoughts in that moment. The shame only causing his body to feel hotter and hotter. To make his eyes water up in need to be bred and filled with their cum until he was dripping – and maybe even more. 

“Breed… More…”

Both alphas smirked as they looked at each other and nodded, syncing their thrusts so they could fuck Felix the best way and give him the utmost pleasure he deserved. The wet sounds of slick dripping from Felix’s pussy and easing the pounding was pornographic in essence. A symphony made of different sounds caused by three souls loving each other, by bodies finding home inside each other. Gasps, moans, grunts and groans. Skin against skin. Meowls and sobs. Everything forming the beautiful symphony that was their fucking. 

The omega could not even form any thoughts, he was only moaning, meowling and squirming as if trying to match all the thrusts from his alphas. A few tears ran down his freckled cheeks, leaving a wet trail that only highlighted his freckles and his pretty button nose – now red from the tears. Bangchan was sure that his son was the most beautiful crier in the whole universe. No one could ever come close to him, no matter how much they tried. It also made him fuck his cunt faster, groaning with his legs burning from all the effort. He could feel the growing heat on his lower bottom, the way his knot was getting stuck already to his pussy – a sign that it would not take long for him to reach his climax. 

Minho was not far behind, his thrusts erratic and sweat dripping from his forehead, a few strands clinging to the skin. His brother felt wonderful and he knew that it would not take much longer for him to climax and fill his omega with his seeds. Obviously none of them would make him pregnant – Felix was not in heat and neither of them were in rut – but the thought alone was very hot and arousing. To imagine his brother round and with their pup was nearly enough to make him cum. 

“Mnmm… Once I am done with you no one will be able to fuck you. To pleasure you.” 

His father said between thrusts, his hands gripping his thighs so hard that Felix was sure he would leave the mark of his fingerprints. That would be a bitch to cover later for his next performances, but that was an issue for later. For now he just wanted to be covered in marks from both alphas. To let everyone know that he had not only one alpha, but two. Two loving alphas who fucked him so good. 

“This pussy…” He said against his lips and Felix nearly orgasmed the moment he felt Chan’s fingers smacking his pussy, consequently his clit. “Is mine. Mine to ruin. Mine to fuck. Mine to eat…” each following more smacks against his pussy and causing his legs and his body to shake as he tried to hold back his orgasm. 

“Fuu— Ahh! P-please— I can’t mmmm…” 

The blonde omega blabbered, squeezing his pussy and his ass down on his father and brother’s cock, wanting nothing more than to have both knots inside him. And not much after he heard a sharp inhale and a stretch against his ass – a sign that his brother’s knot had popped. The thrusts that followed were shorter but still intense and soon enough he felt his father pop his knot on his pussy, causing his legs to shake even more and his teeth to close around his father’s neck.

“Our little slut… We’re gonna breed you so good…” Chan said, giving the last thrusts before finally reaching his climax, his hand finding home in Felix’s neck. “You are gonna be so pretty all round and full… Our… Pretty omega.” 

And after his words Felix felt. The moment his brother reached his climax and stilled for a moment, shooting his cum inside him, filing up his ass with his seeds. Next was Felix himself, a loud sob leaving his mouth as his body stilled for a second when his father squeezed his fingers around his neck, the orgasm hitting him like a strong wave and clouding his brain for a moment, legs shaking and hips stuttering as he coated both his and his father’s body with his release. And finally, his father. He felt as Chan kept moving through his orgasm, causing him to whine a little due to his oversensitiveness, filling him up with his hot cum for what it looked like forever. The best forever. He had never felt so full before. He could feel their cum everywhere. He was sure that had they been in another position, his stomach would be a little distended by now. 

Somewhere in the background he could hear his brother and his father saying something, probably talking to each other or even whispering sweet nothings to him – probably the second option, considering well, everything – but his mind was far away from there. In a place that looked like it was made of cotton. His own tongue felt like cotton at that moment. His brain conjuring words that could not pass through his tongue.  

They had fucked any thoughts out of him. 

A minute had passed – or maybe fifteen, Felix could not tell – and he was back to his body, blinking slowly and lazily while trying to focus on his surroundings, only to be met with his father’s face. A handsome one, he had to add. And the alpha looked at him with so much adoration, so much love that it almost made him feel shy. He was sure his brother was still behind him by the kisses being peppered over his shoulder and the calming scent coming from his body – maybe Minho was scared that he would freak out and try to run away, which could possibly end up hurting the three of them, but especially him. 

“Hi little one… Are you okay…?” 

Bangchan asked and Felix could see the genuine worry in his eyes, his answer coming in the shape of a small nod and a positive hum. His tiny body shifted enough so he was able to free one of his hands and touch his father’s hair, pushing the sweaty curls back and away from his forehead. He took a minute or two just looking at him, taking in all the features on his beautiful face, the little wrinkles due to the age and even the grey hairs. For a forty four man his father looked like he was not past thirty five. His genetics had always been great and both he and Minho were lucky to have got the same genetics. Felix was aware that his father was a desired alpha. Countless times before he had seen all kinds of people approaching him with the intentions of asking him on a date or with even bolder intentions, yet his father had never said yes. It was like he had closed himself off after his and Minho’s mother died. And maybe now he knew why. He wondered silently how long this thing between him and Minho had been going, though. And how he never noticed anything. 

Speaking of, his brother remained pampering him with tender touches, and it made him wish he could see his brother's beautiful face. People usually said they did not look alike much – and he agreed – but his brother had always been one of the sweetest men he had ever known. Minho had always treated him like something precious. He had always been protective ever since he was a kid. He remembered the times his brother fought with bullies to defend him, to the point he had broken the arm of one of them. The times his brother helped him learn a new language because he was struggling. And how he would always have The Talk to any guy that dared to ask Felix out on a date. The memories did not fail to put a smile into the omega’s lips. 

And maybe Felix should panic indeed. He should wait until their knots had gone down and run away from that room, even run away from their homes because damn it. He had just banged his own blood. His family. He had let his own blood cum inside him.

And he had liked. He had enjoyed every second. He had loved how right it all felt. How it did feel like he had been made for the two alphas. So how could he run away if he never felt like he belonged more?

“Hi, dad… Hi, hyung…” He whispered with a shy smile adorning his lips, clearing his throat before shifting enough to be able to look at his brother, a tender look in his eyes as he stared at his beautiful face – his brother’s feline eyes meeting his gaze with just as much tenderness. 

“Couldn’t you have waited until we were home…?” 

The question slipped through his lips faster than he could stop then, groaning a little as he felt both bodies shaking as his father and his brother laughed at his question. He could not even blame them, it had been random indeed.

“Look at the mess we made… I will definitely have to fucking replace that chair!” 

He said pointing at the chair that now had a dark wet patch right in the middle of it. He was sure that even if he washed that chair, his scent would be stuck to it for eternity. It would save him time and effort to just buy another one. Of course it would not save him money; but he would make sure both his father and his brother would pay for it. 

“He’s got his brother and his father knot and he is more worried about the chair… Yeah, that’s really our Yongbok.”

His brother’s words got his attention again, making him whine in embarrassment. Of course he had not forgotten that detail, but the chair…

“Shut up! You two cornered me.” 

Words spoken in a playful tone even if the three of them knew that no lie had been said. They had cornered Felix and seduced him. And they were not ashamed of it. Not even a bit. 

“We did, didn’t we?” His father said, smiling at him while pulling some blonde strands away from the beautiful face. “And we don’t regret it. We were scared that if we tried talking to you at home, you would panic and run away. You would get your things and leave home.” 

His father’s words were soft while he stroked his thigh with his fingers, searching for his gaze every now and then while explaining their plan.

“So we had this plan… And Minho asked Jisung the place where you two worked. He just didn’t know for sure if you were Pixie or not, so our only chance was to mingle with the audience and watch you. Pixie. Well, you get what I mean.” And Felix could not suppress the giggle at his confusion, taking a deep but relaxed sigh.

“And the plan was to talk to you first. To be honest and transparent about your brother and I how we wanted you to join us… But then your scent… Felix, your scent drove us crazy.” 

And if Felix did not know better he would say his father was blushing. In fact, upon taking a quick look at his ears he could definitely say his father was blushing. 

“And well… I assume it’s safe to say we did a poor job in suppressing our scent too. In the end we were too deep into the lust and so were you, even if we could see you were fighting it. That was not very nice of us, I admit.”

Minho’s hum behind him was a sign that his brother agreed to his words, and he loved the two of them a little more after that. After the confession and the explanation. No, what they did was not right, but… Nothing about the whole situation was right, if seen through other lenses.  But Felix did not care. He could care less about morals at that moment.

He just wanted Minho and he wanted Bangchan. He wanted the three of them together. He wanted the late night kisses and the tender sex, he wanted the domesticity of being with the two of them in a way different than son - brother. And maybe society was not ready for it. For them. But, no one needed to know what really happened inside the four walls. That was a matter between the three of them only. 

“I love you.” 

Felix said after both alphas had finished their explanation, head tilting against his brother’s head since his knot was still linking them and he could not turn around fully, but he knew to Minho that was enough for now, a loving smile on lips, and next he pressed his forehead against his father’s, closing eyes with a smile on brims. The low purring coming from his father’s chest nearly made his eyes water up again. Bangchan was not the type of guy who purred easily – that was considered an omega thing in their society, even if Felix thought it was bulshit. So to hear his father purr so strongly solely for him… It was more love than Felix ever thought and knew he could feel. 

The room was filled with a mix of all their scents, the love and the care in it was nearly palpable.

Felix knew being with Minho and Chan would not be easy. He knew they were prone to be even more possessive and protective of him after that night. Hell, he did not even know if he would be able to still work as an exotic dancer… And the thought did make him a little sad, even if he believed Minho and Bangchan would not force him away from something he loved so much. Especially after tonight’s performance and especially after both alphas knew now he was theirs. Still, the omega knew any hardships would be worthy in the end. Because there was no one and nothing that was worth it more than his father and his brother. His alphas. And no one would ever protect, provide for him and love him more than his alphas. Maybe they had never been one of those matches made in heaven. Maybe they were a match not even made in hell. Instead, they were a match that had been threaded carefully, with a certain purpose, against all ways that destiny or fate might have traced for them. A match forced by two men who would never take no as an answer when they wanted something and they knew that something belonged to them. It was never fate or destiny in their case. It was something much deeper and much stronger. Something only the three of them knew. 

A pop broke the silence as his brother finally pulled away as his knot went down and he instantly looked for anything he could use to clean his brother’s ass. As much as Minho loved watching his cum oozing out of his hole and running down his perineum, he knew it would not be very comfortable once it dried and they had to leave. 

The pack of baby wipes on the table was just perfect. 

“Are you thirsty? Let me get you some water.” 

Minho said after cleaning him thoroughly, handing the clean baby wipes to Bangchan now that his knot had also gone down before walking away to grab some water for Felix. 

“Easy, baby.” 

And the tenderness which he was being treated filled his heart and his chest with warmth. His father made sure to clean his legs and his chest first, cleaning his pussy and the mess he had made on the alpha’s abdomen right after pulling out. Once he deemed Felix was clean enough, he had adjusted him again before sitting up with the omega on his lap. 

“Thank you, Hyung.” He said before taking a sip from the plastic cup of water that his brother was holding up for him. The cool water was very welcome after their intense activities. He was even sure that he had heard his tummy growl a little. 

“Our perfect little omega… Our perfect Lixie.” Minho said, brushing away his blonde strands. His eyes were filled with nothing but worshipness and love. “Let’s go home, little one. You need a proper dinner. And rest, mn? And then, later, once you are fully rested and fed, we can have a proper talk about the three of us.”

His father’s tone left no room for arguments or negative answers. And even if it did, the prospect of a homemade dinner made by Minho sounded really appealing to him. A nod from a blonde skull followed as he stood up from his father’s lap and looked for his backpack where his clothes were stuffed inside. In the meantime, Minho and Chan were already waiting for him, both figures using the mirror to fix – or at least try to fix – the mess that was their hair and shirts. 

“I’m ready!” 

A deep voice announced once he was properly dressed up again and the crime clues’ (his top, his skirt and his panties) were hidden inside his backpack. No clothing, no crime, right? (Their scents were clue enough, but no one would make use of that room after him, so he was not very worried.)

Hand-in-hand with both his brother and his father, the omega left the club with a smile adorning brims. Maybe the brightest smile he had shown in months. It was not his fault; he just could not control the happiness that filled him and the love that ran through his veins. And neither could the alphas, who looked just as happy and just as in love. 

The people outside would never know the extent of their feelings. They would never know how sick and twisted their relationship was. Some maybe even think that they were nothing but good friends. Some think that they were only partners and nothing more. Those who knew them could even see that something had changed. 

In the end, the truth mattered only to the three of them. 

And if Felix got eaten up again later in their house while in his sleep and had another mind blowing orgasm… Well, let’s just say that Minho deserved his fair share of his omega’s sweeter-than-ambrosia slick straight from the fountain.