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✦ 𝒪𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓉𝒽 ✦
A HyunMinLix Omegaverse Oneshot
𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢
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❝ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞
⚠ 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 (𝟏𝟖+) – Contains lactation kink, possessive Alphas, and sensual feeding.
⚠ 𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 – Includes Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, heat cycles, and biological instincts.
⚠ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 – Focuses on lactation, bonding, and dominance/submission elements.
⚠ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄!𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐈𝐍 – Minho and Hyunjin are highly possessive and deeply attached to Felix.
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Felix knew his two Alphas were ignoring him on purpose.
The two dominant Alphas, who usually couldn’t stand being away from him, were now pretending to be busy with their own affairs. Hyunjin sat on the sofa with his laptop open, his expression seemingly focused, though Felix knew he was just staring blankly at the screen. Minho was in the kitchen, playing with his phone with an icy look on his face, acting as if Felix wasn’t even in the same room.
Felix let out a long sigh.
He knew the reason.
Hyunjin and Minho were never good at hiding their desires—especially when it came to this. They were two dominant Alphas who had grown up without love, hardened by an environment that had never shown them kindness. Felix was the only one who had ever held them, the only one who had ever given them something they had never received before—warmth, protection, and… milk.
Back then, they were just children, curling up against his chest, nursing to find comfort.
But now, they were grown men, Alphas with much stronger instincts.
And this was already the eleventh time they had asked to nurse in the past two weeks.
Last night, for the first time, Felix had refused their request.
So now, they were ignoring him like petulant children sulking after being denied what they wanted.
Felix tapped his fingers on the table, looking at them in mild annoyance. “Seriously, how long are you going to stay mad like this?”
No response.
Felix shifted his gaze between Hyunjin and Minho, waiting for one of them to break. Usually, in moments like this, at least one of them would give in—either Hyunjin would tease him, or Minho would grumble before finally approaching him. But this time, they were both completely silent.
That was not normal.
Felix narrowed his eyes, then slowly shook his head. If they wanted to act like stubborn brats, then he could play their game just as well.
With deliberate ease, Felix reached for the top of his shirt and began unbuttoning it one by one. The thin fabric slipped off his shoulders, revealing the soft curves of his bare chest.
The cool air brushed against his skin, making his nipples harden slightly. And when beads of milk began to form at the tips, the two Alphas—who had been so determined to ignore him—suddenly tensed in place.
Minho looked up first. Hyunjin followed shortly after.
Their gazes darkened.
Felix smirked, enjoying how quickly their pretense shattered.
“Still planning to ignore me?” he asked, his tone soft, yet laced with challenge.
Hyunjin closed his laptop with one hand. Minho put his phone away without a sound.
Felix knew the game had only just begun.
Minho moved first.
His steps were firm as he approached, his tall frame towering over Felix, who remained seated in his chair. His gaze was dark, filled with a hunger he could no longer hide.
Felix stayed where he was, waiting with his chest exposed, his slightly hardened nipples tempting the two starving Alphas.
Minho knelt in front of him, his face leveling with Felix’s bare chest. His fingers found Felix’s waist, gripping tightly as if to ensure he wouldn’t escape. His touch was strong, dominant, yet radiated a warmth that couldn’t be ignored.
Felix held his breath as Minho slowly lowered his head, his warm lips brushing against Felix’s skin, right beside his nipple.
But Minho didn’t latch on immediately.
Instead, he parted his lips slightly, his tongue flicking out to trace slow circles around Felix’s nipple, wetting the skin with deliberate care. His tongue moved lazily, spreading warmth and sending small sparks of sensation through Felix’s body.
Felix bit his lip. “Min… don’t play around.”
Minho chuckled softly. “I’m not playing, Felix.”
And then, his lips closed over Felix’s nipple.
The first suck was gentle—just a light pull, coaxing the milk to flow slowly. His tongue pressed underneath the nipple, teasing it in sync with his soft sucks.
Felix felt the warmth leave his body, transferring into Minho’s mouth.
As the milk began to flow more freely, Minho deepened his suction. The pressure increased, a quiet, wet sound filling the otherwise silent room.
Felix shuddered, his breath hitching at the sensation spreading through him.
A low, pleased hum vibrated in Minho’s throat.
“Tastes good,” he murmured before sucking again.
His large hand slid up Felix’s back, stroking slowly as if trying to ease him into relaxation. Meanwhile, his mouth worked more insistently—each pull was deeper, stronger, drawing more milk from Felix’s body.
Felix felt the rhythm of it, the way Minho’s lips sealed tightly around him, how his tongue occasionally swirled before sucking him in deeper.
Each time Minho swallowed, a faint sound accompanied it.
Felix bit his lower lip harder, his fingers unconsciously threading through Minho’s hair, gripping slightly.
Minho glanced up, his gaze locking onto Felix’s.
“I’m still thirsty,” he said in a low voice before latching on again, sucking even harder, making Felix’s body instinctively arch forward.
The warmth continued to flow. Minho drank each drop patiently, savoring the sweetness only Felix could provide.
And Felix could do nothing but let him.
He could feel how his body responded to it, how every pull from Minho made him more sensitive.
When Minho finally pulled away, milk still lingered at the corner of his lips.
Felix looked at him, breath slightly uneven.
Minho licked his lips slowly, savoring the taste on his tongue.
“Sweet,” he murmured in satisfaction.
But before Felix could respond, the other Alpha—who had been silently watching—finally moved.
Hyunjin followed.
Unlike Minho’s slow, teasing approach, Hyunjin was more aggressive.
He grabbed Felix from behind, lifting him slightly to press his lips directly against the nipple that had yet to be touched.
Felix gasped at the sudden movement.
“Hyun—”
But Hyunjin didn’t wait.
His lips closed over Felix’s nipple, sucking deeply without hesitation.
Felix jolted.
The milk flowed faster this time.
Hyunjin let out a pleased hum, his hands gripping Felix’s waist tightly as if to keep him still. His tongue was more active than Minho’s—licking, circling, teasing, before sealing his lips tighter and drawing more from Felix’s body.
Felix exhaled shakily.
Hyunjin was always like this—greedy, impatient, never satisfied with just a little.
His mouth moved quickly, his sucks stronger, more desperate. Each pull made more milk spill into his mouth, filling it within seconds.
Felix could hear the faint sound of him swallowing.
Hyunjin exhaled in satisfaction, then sucked even harder.
Felix’s hands gripped his shoulders, his body trembling slightly from the heightened sensitivity.
“Hyun… slower,” Felix whispered, his voice softer than he intended.
But Hyunjin had no intention of slowing down.
Instead, he sucked even harder, as if to prove he wasn’t going to listen.
Minho, still kneeling in front of Felix, smirked.
“He’s not stopping, Felix,” he said, his voice amused yet possessive.
Felix sighed, his fingers drifting into Hyunjin’s hair, trying to soothe the impatient Alpha.
But Hyunjin remained latched on, sucking deeper, stronger.
Felix could feel his body growing more sensitive.
The milk kept flowing, and Hyunjin swallowed every last drop eagerly.
When Hyunjin finally pulled away, a single drop of milk clung to the corner of his lips.
Felix looked at him, his breath slightly uneven.
Hyunjin licked the remaining milk with a slow, deliberate motion, his eyes still locked onto Felix as if he wasn’t satisfied yet.
Felix knew he couldn’t deny them.
And he didn’t want to.
Minho and Hyunjin exchanged a brief glance before leaning in again—this time, together.
Felix barely had time to react before their warm mouths latched onto his chest once more, one on the right, one on the left.
The sensations were different—Minho’s sucks were deep and steady, while Hyunjin’s were greedier, more demanding.
The two Alphas sucked in alternating rhythms, as if deliberately playing with his body. Sometimes they pulled gently, only to increase the pressure the next second, making Felix jolt slightly.
His hands moved down, threading through their hair with quiet affection.
Once, they had been just children, seeking shelter in his embrace, searching for warmth within his small frame.
Now, they had grown into strong Alphas—yet they still sought the same comfort from him.
Felix let out a shaky breath, a small smile gracing his lips as they continued nursing from him with quiet possessiveness.
It was fine.
If this was how he could bring them peace, then he would let them stay as long as they wanted.
Until they were truly satisfied.
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𝐄𝐍𝐃
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𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞
Thank you so much for reading Once More, With Warmth! This story was a pleasure to write, blending intimacy, comfort, and the unique dynamics of omegaverse. I wanted to capture the deep bond between Felix, Hyunjin, and Minho—one that goes beyond words, expressed through trust, devotion, and the warmth they share.
If you enjoyed this oneshot, I’d love to hear your thoughts! Comments, kudos, and feedback are always appreciated. And if you'd like to see more stories like this, let me know!
With love,
𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢
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