✰ Control Your Instincts ✰
-Alpha! Felix-
✩ main: alpha! Felix x alpha! Jeongin x omega! Hyunjin, side: poly! ot8!
✩ Jeongin is still a baby alpha. Thank goodness Felix is there to help control his instincts
✩ wc: 3.3k MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
✩ Warnings: dom! Felix, switch! Hyunjin, switch! Jeongin clubbing, tiniest weed mention but it’s not important at all, minor harassment, mild violence by hyunjin (it’s ok it’s super hot and it’s to stranger), control kink, power kink, omegaverse, abo, traditional and non traditional abo dynamics, grinding, praise kink, possessiveness, marking, voyerism, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, hand jobs, cum eating
✩ Note: ITS HERE!!! Cross posted on ao3
✩ this is a fictional characterization of all people/characters meant purely for fictional purposes
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✩ taglist: @aiyanotfound
Smoke billows in puffy clouds, a mixture coming from the fog machines set up in the corner, and the joints being discretely passed between groups.
The entire building vibrates with a deep bass that overpowers one’s heartbeat. It’s the kind of music that’s so loud the lyrics are unintelligible. Seizure including lights of all colors flash and spark. They illuminate the crowds of people pressed together. The throng undulates as any number of people grind and sway to what music can be heard over shouts and laughter.
The bar is busy with bartenders doing their best to provide drinks to the endless lines of people, the floor sticky with sweat, alcohol, and other questionable substances.
Jeongin leans his forearms against the balcony railing, a glass of something bitter in his hand. He favors this spot because it gives him a birdseye view of the entire club, and his pack.
Felix stands next to him. The other alpha is propped almost lazily against the wall, his hands in the pocket of his tight-fitting slacks.
Felix looks sinfully good, Jeonging thinks. His dirty blond hair shows peaks of natural brown. It’s slicked out of his face with a few strands framing his eyes. The eyes themselves are sharp as they analyze the club floor. Everything about Felix is sharp tonight. His smoldering gaze, his jawline, even the makeup he let Jisung and Hyunjin put on him. Jeongin’s eyes catch on the two silver stars on the inner corners of Felix’s eyes, which are a deep blue thanks to a pretty set of contacts. The stars suit Felix.
As if sensing Jeongin’s gaze, Felix glances towards him. Gorgeous cupid’s bow lips part in a smirk and Jeongin feels heat crawl up his neck. Jeongin indulges himself in one more look before going back to his vigilant observation.
He finds his pack members easily. Changbin and Jisung jump up and down with the crowd, Changbin’s hands securely on the omega’s waist.
Minho and Seungmin are tucked away in a relatively secluded corner. Jeongin smirks when he sees Seungmin’s red hot flush and Minho’s wandering hands. Minho catches Jeongin’s eye and winks.
Jeongin shakes his head and looks for the last two members. He spots Chan easily. The alpha is sitting at the bar facing the crowd of people. His eyes seem to be doing the same as Jeongin’s: searching and analyzing. It’s no surprise that Chan, ever the protector, is making sure all of his pack members are safe.
Shifting his gaze from Chan, Jeonging scans the crowd again. His eyes narrow and his fingers tighten on his glass. Where is Hyunjin? Jeongin’s muscles tense when he realizes the omega isn't anywhere in sight. He sees a flash of metal, Hyunjin’s chain necklace, and relaxes. Hyunjin appears to be coming back from the bathroom.
Satisfied that all members of his pack are safe and accounted for, Jeongin takes a sip of his drink and lets his eyes roam back to Felix. A thrill goes down Jeongin's spine when he realizes the alpha’s eyes are on him. His eyes flick down to Felix’s lips and his tongue darts out to wet his own. Felix cocks his eyebrow but his only movement is to place a hand on the small of Jeongin’s back.
Felix’s palm is warm and Jeongin shivers at the touch. He reluctantly tears his eyes away from Felix to scan the dance floor.
All of his mates are still in the same place. All except for Hyunjin, he realizes with a start. Once again, the omega has seemingly disappeared. What is it about Hyunjin and his propensity to vanish?
Jeongin finds him right in the middle of the dance floor. His arms are raised above his head, a strip of pretty skin revealing from his cropped, dark neon blue sweater. Jeongin’s eyes drop to Hyunjin’s abs and stomach where several waist chains are hooked into sinfully tight shorts.
But Jeongin isn’t the only alpha who has eyes on Hyunjin.
An alpha taller than Hyunjin weaves between people, the man clearly set on the dancing omega. The alpha slides right next to Hyunjin. His hand reaches out to finger the blue ribbon dangling from Hyunjin’s half-up hair. The omega’s gorgeous eyes open and immediately narrow. A shake of his head has the stranger’s finger dislodged.
But the alpha is not deterred. Jeongin’s jaw tightens when the alpha leans down to whisper in Hyunjin’s ear. His hand curls around Hyunjin’s waist.
A low growl rumbles up from Jeongin’s chest and travels up into his throat as a flash of anger burns red-hot. He starts to rise from his leaning position, body coiled and ready to jump the balcony railing to get to his omega.
Fingers clamp like a vice on the back of his neck and hot breath hits his skin.
“Stay,” the deep voice of Felix rumbles.
Felix, an older alpha, outranks him. He should follow the order. But Jeongin’s alpha instincts scream to get to Hyunjin as fast as possible. To rip the hands from his omega’s skin and make sure the alpha knows that Hyunjin is not to be touched.
Felix, highly tuned to feel his packmates’ emotions, senses the urges of the young alpha.
Jeongin is still relatively new to being an alpha. His instincts are still being trained and he feels his bond with the omegas fiercely and often needs help from his elder alphas to control his instincts.
The muscles in Jeongin’s forearms flex as he grips the railing with both hands. In the back part of his mind he realizes his drink isn’t in his hand. Felix must have taken it before it could drop and shatter.
“Don’t move,” Felix says again. His commanding tone leaves no room to argue. The grip on Jeongin’s neck stays, but his thumb presses against the scent gland on his neck. The action and command combine to make Jeongin’s mind fuzz at the edges. It leaves him no room to argue or try to disobey.
Felix hums with satisfaction as Jeongin’s shoulders go lax and his tense posture eases. “Good boy,” Felix croons in his deep, dulcet tone. It settles in Jeongin’s stomach, low and warm, and makes his lashes flutter. “Let Hyune try to handle it first.”
Felix is right. Jeongin’s dazed mind supplies the knowledge that Hyunjin doesn't like when his alphas try to solve all his problems.
A whine bubbles up in Jeongin's throat as he realizes his instincts almost lead to Hyunjin’s anger. His omega would be disappointed and upset. The thought makes Jeongin’s alpha cower.
“Aw, I know.” Felix’s fingers knead at Jeongin’s neck. “You don’t want Hyune to be mad. That’s why you need to listen to your alpha. Right, Ayen-ah?”
Jeongin nods, a whimper escaping his lips.
Felix leans down, his lips ghosting over the younger alpha’s ear. “Watch,” he commands. “Look at our Hyune.”
Jeongin is helpless to do anything but obey the honeyed tone. He watches as Hyunjin says something to the alpha, probably a cocky dismissal. The alpha persists however, his fingers still on Hyunjin’s skin.
He watches as Hyunjin’s lips form a vicious, cruel smirk. Hyunjin’s eyes are sharp and dangerous. The combination does something to Jeongin. His omega is gorgeous, especially when he’s out for blood.
Hyunjin’s hand finds the alpha’s on his waist and lifts it. In one fluid motion, the alpha’s fingers are wrenched backwards.
Jeongin can’t hear the cry of pain over the music and the crowd, but he can see the way the alpha’s arm tries to jerk out of Hyunjin’s hold.
But Hyunjin is stronger than he looks. He keeps his vice-like grip on the man’s fingers. His dark eyes are full of a manic glee that makes Jeongin let out a moan. Felix’s growl in his ear tells Jeongin that the other alpha is just as affected.
They both watch as Hyunjin keeps the man’s fingers bent, not letting up until the man clearly pleads for mercy. Hyunjin finally releases him, and the stranger scampers away cradling his hand.
Then Hyunjin’s eyes lift up, immediately finding Jeongin’s, and the omega’s lips curl. His wet, pink tongue darts out of his mouth in a coy smile.
Jeongin feels himself begin to salivate at the sight. Heat rises in his stomach and he’s filled with the urge to take Hyunjin into his arms and claim that mouth.
Jeongin’s instincts to rush to his omega fight with the need to obey Felix’s still-firm grip on his neck. The conflict warring in his instincts has him whining again.
“Our omega handled that so beautifully, didn’t he?” Felix’s honeyed tone contrasts with the way his nails dig into Jeongin’s skin.
Jeongin nods. “Please,” he croaks desperately, his eyes still locked on Hyunjin.
Felix chuckles, breathy and oh so deep. He gives one last, firm squeeze to Jeongin’s nape and removes his hand. “Go,” Felix says.
Like a dog off its leash, Jeongin bolts. He races down the stairs from the balcony and shoves through the crowd. He ignores the sharp protest from a stranger whom he treads on, his focus solely on getting to Hyunjin.
Hyunjin is still wearing his coy smirk when Jeongin reaches him.
His hands wrap around Hyunjin’s waist and pull. Hyunjin is forced to steady himself with hands on Jeongin’s chest. He feels the cool metal of Hyunjin’s waist chains on his palms and buries his face into Hyunjin’s neck.
Hyunjin lets out a breathy laugh as the alpha begins to tongue at his scent gland. Jeongin needs to coax out as much of Hyunjin’s coffee and crème brulee scent as he can. He needs to prove that Hyunjin belongs to him.
“Someone’s instincts are flaring, aren’t they?” Hyunjin’s teasing voice ends in a sharp inhale as the alpha’s teeth nip at his gland. Jeongin feels Hyunjin’s fingers tangle in the hair at the base of his neck and he shudders.
Jeongin laps once more at Hyunjin’s neck before his lips move to suckle at the omega’s pulse point. His tongue drags up the column of Hyunjin’s throat.
“That bastard can’t touch you,” he rasps against Hyunjin’s skin. His teeth scrape over Hyunjin’s Adam’s apple. The omega’s fingers fist into Jeongin’s hair as he throws his head back with a gasp.
Jeongin growls low in his throat. “Only we can touch you. Our omega.”
“Yeah?” Hyunjin asks, his throat bobbing. “Only my alphas get to touch me. Isn’t that right, Innie?” His hips roll against Jeongin’s and the alpha groans.
His hands tremble against Hyunjin’s waist as his hips rock. Hyunjin feels so good, his lean body pressing against Jeongin’s hard planes. He’s intoxicated with his omega. Jeongin’s alpha whines for Hyunjin’s attention, his touch, his everything.
Hyunjin seems to sense the way Jeongin’s possessive grip turns needy and kisses become sloppy against his skin. The omega hums deep in his throat and coaxes the alpha away from his neck.
“I saw you on the balcony,” Hyunjin sings into his ear. One palm roams over Jeongin’s chest, up to the arms he’s always loved. Jeongin shivers at the touch, his own grip tightening on Hyunjin’s waist.
“You were such a good boy, waiting until Lixie gave you permission.”
The praise is molten magma in Jeongin’s veins and he rolls his eyes back as Hyunjin’s nails scratch lightly down his biceps.
Then Hyunjin’s lips are on his ear. “Look,” the omega whispers. His fingers curl around Jeongin’s chin and direct his gaze to the balcony.
Felix has taken Jeongin’s previous spot. His chiseled forearms are resting on the railing, exposed from his rolled up sleeves. His eyes are sharp—almost predatory—and they’re trained on them.
It has Jeongin gasping, his hips stuttering against Hyunjin’s. His cock is painfully hard as he grinds, trying to get as much friction as Hyunjin will allow.
Hyunjin holds Jeongin in place, fingers wound tightly in his hair and a hand forcing his face towards Felix. All the while, Hyunjin rocks his hips slowly.
Jeongin can do nothing but try to match Hyunjin’s rhythm as he looks at Felix watching them.
“Can you be good for us, Innie?” Hyunjin breathes into his ear. “Be good and let Lix watch?”
Jeongin so desperately wants to be good, to please his alpha and his omega. So he nods. “Yes,” he whimpers. “Yes, I’ll be good.”
Hyunjin purrs and Jeongin can feel his lips curl into a smirk against his ear.
Hyunjin feels so good against him. He feels Hyunjin’s cock through the omega’s tiny shorts, half hard. It only serves to add a wave of embarrassment and arousal through Jeongin. Hyunjin’s only half hard, while he’s fully erect with his cock begging to be taken out.
He closes his eyes only, to have his face shaken by Hyunjin’s grip on his chin. “Keep watching him,” Hyunjin orders. Jeongin might be the alpha, but he’s helpless to obey his omega.
He fixes his eyes on Felix as Hyunjin manages to press even closer to his front. The alpha looks casual from an outsider's perspective. But Jeongin knows Felix. His shoulder muscles are tense and coiled as he leans on the railing, his hands clasped together with white knuckles. There’s a dark smolder in his eyes that makes Jeongin want to melt into a little puddle on the floor.
But he can’t, because Hyunjin uses that moment to start nipping at Jeongin’s scent gland. “Hyung,” he gasps. “Please.”
Hyunjin merely giggles and lavs his tongue in lazy circles. “Look at Lix,” the omega says against his skin. “Imagine what we look like. One of his alphas and one of his omegas grinding in a club where anyone could see.”
And Jeongin does look. He drinks in the sight of Felix. Jeongin imagines he must look like a mess; rutting against Hyunjin in desperation. He hopes his desperation arouses the alpha. His eyes drop to Felix’s slacks and a low groan leaves his lips at the sight of a very prominent bulge.
Trying not to groan too loudly at the sight of his alpha’s obvious arousal, Jeongin raises his gaze to meet Felix’s.
Felix’s lips twitch into a smirk, and Jeongin realizes a second too late that Hyunjin’s hand is on the move. Jeongin’s mouth falls open in a silent cry as the button on his slacks pops open and clever fingers delve into his briefs.
“Hyung!” Jeongin’s cock seems to harden even more when the omega wraps his fingers around his shaft.
Everything feels so intense. Hyunjin’s soft fingers and Felix’s unwavering gaze start to make his head spin. Hyunjin’s hand pumps slowly up, then down. Jeongin spares half a second to think about the fact that he’s getting jerked off in a club surrounded by people, but the thought is quickly gone when Hyunjin’s thumb swipes over his head.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” Jeongin whines. He wants to bury his face in Hyunjin’s neck. But the omega’s grip on his chin forces him to keep looking at Felix.
He feels his breathing get heavier as Felix stares at them. Jeongin feels helpless but oh so turned on. He’s stuck in the older omega’s grip, only able to rut into his hand as Hyunjin jerks him off.
“Shit, Innie,” Hyunjin curses against his neck. “You’re so fucking hot like this.” Then the omega’s soft, plush lips are on his and Jeongin puts all his pent up arousal into the kiss.
Somehow, Felix’s eyes darken even more. He looks dangerous, like he’s about to eat his lovers alive.
Hyunjin’s tongue licks into his mouth at the same time his hand speeds up. Jeongin practically shoves his own tongue down the omega’s throat. Then Hyunjin breaks apart and Jeongin drinks in the sight of his flushed cheeks and sweaty strands of dark hair sticking to his face.
Hyunjin’s hand is skilled as his fingers rub and squeeze. The strokes have become slightly wet from Jeongin’s constant dribble of precum. He feels his heart pound as the heat behind his stomach burns bright.
He’s so, so close, each feeling magnified with Felix's unwavering gaze. But he can’t come yet. Hyunjin hasn’t given him permission. He can’t disappoint his omega by cumming early.
His hips stutter when two fingers circle the vein running underside his cock. “Jinnie, please,” he begs.
Hyunjin hums deep and runs his thumb along Jeongin’s jaw. “I don’t know,” he coos. “You look so pretty like this, giving Felix a show.”
“Hyung, please!” He doesn’t know who he’s calling out for, Felix or Hyunjin.
He whines high in his throat, and he’s unable to even be embarrassed by it in his chase for release. “I’ve been good,” he whimpers. “Hyung, I’ve been so good.”
Hyunjin’s jerks get rougher and his grip gets harder. “Look at Felix,” the omega commands with a rasp. “Look at him while you cum.”
Sweet relief joins the burning arousal and Jeongin lets his hips meet each of Hyunjin’s strokes.
Felix locks eyes with Jeongin at the same time Hyunjin whispers a command. “Cum.”
Only two long fingers shoving into Jeongin’s mouth stifles the incredibly loud cry that’s wrenched from his throat. The pleasure crests in one intense spark, then Jeongin is cumming hard.
The force of his orgasm makes Jeongin’s lashes flutter. He rides out the pleasure by thrusting into Hyunjin’s hand, eyes slipping shut as he tongues at the omega’s fingers.
Finally his hips stutter and stop, the last spurt of cum collecting on Hyunjin’s fingers. He whines as the other fingers slip out of his mouth.
Panting, Jeongin opens his eyes. He has to blink to clear his vision and he sees Hyunjin take his cum-covered hand out of Jeongin’s slacks.
A smirk curls Hyunjin’s lips as he brings his fingers to his own mouth. The omega darts out his tongue and moans at the taste of Jeongin’s cum.
Jeongin could have cum again at the sight. He’s so captured by it that he nearly jumps into the air when he hears a deep voice.
“I hope you’re going to save some for me.”
Both men turn to see Felix pressing in close. His eyes are still burning as they scan up and down Jeongin’s rumpled, sweat soaked form. Then they land on Hyunjin.
The omega pokes his tongue out with another coy wink. “Of course,” he purrs. He holds out his fingers and Felix leans in.
Jeongin whimpers as Felix takes Hyunjin’s fingers in his mouth. He watches as his alpha eats his very own cum off his omega’s fingers.
He’s never seen a hotter sight.
Then Felix turns to him and leans in close. “You taste so good, Ayen-ah.”
Heat rushes to his face and Jeongin’s hands leave Hyunjin’s waist for the first time to cover his eyes.
Felix chuckles deep in his throat and presses a kiss to Jeongin’s temple. Hyunjin giggles and re-buttons his slacks for him.
Two different hands grasp his wrists and free his face. He looks at Felix and Hyunjin, embarrassed but pleased.
“Come on,” Hyunjin says as he intertwines his fingers with Jeongin’s. “Let’s go home and let Felix be more than a bystander.”
He huffs out a laugh as Felix squeezes his other hand.
“Let’s go,” Felix says.
They walk hand in hand through the crowds of dancers until they reach the door. Changbin and Jisung stand there, apparently ready to depart themselves.
Jisung takes one look at Jeongin’s face and smirks. “Have a good time?” He asks.
Jeongin feels warm in his face again and he pouts. Hyunjin’s elated laugh makes him smile, and Jeongin tugs both him and Felix towards the door.
He wants to go home. And if the tight grip Felix has on his hand is anything to go by, the alpha is intending to do much more than watch.
