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Tommy is the perfect little omega.
It doesn’t take them long to realize this—the catalyst for what would grow to be their improved family dynamic was finding their little brother rutting against Phil’s pillow, smelling of slick and heat, when he was only fourteen years old.
They all knew this day would come, but….none of them really expected Tommy to be an omega. He had all the makings of an alpha, and he never got any of those blood tests done to determine his dynamic pre-presentation, so it was quite the surprise when Phil walked into his bedroom one night, curious about the thick smell wafting through the house, to find his youngest pup naked and damp with his own sweat and slick, rutting against his pillow and begging softly for his father and brothers’ cocks.
Maybe it was the lack of other alphas in his life. Maybe it was the general lack of outside social interaction in general, and Tommy’s almost unhealthy dependency on his father and brothers throughout his life. Whatever the case, it was Phil (and his brothers) he wanted.
Phil wasn’t just going to take his virginity right there, though. Tommy didn’t just want him, after all. He moaned Wilbur’s and Techno’s names, too, interspersed with his breathy whines and mewls.
“Hey, Tommy,” Phil says softly, sitting on the bed and reaching out to card his fingers through Tommy’s messy blonde curls. The omega gasps at the touch and scrambles off the pillow and into Phil’s lap, immediately going straight back to rutting his clit against Phil’s thigh with a pleased sigh. Phil smiles. “I can’t help you yet, baby boy. I need to make sure you’re all taken care of, first. Okay?”
Another moan is all he gets in reply.
“Wilbur?” Phil calls out, hoping the eldest of his sons will be able to hear him from the living room. “Come here. Techno, too.”
“What do you—” Wilbur stops short when he sees what’s going on, and a smile creeps across his face. “I see.”
Techno says nothing. He stands at the door while Wilbur comes to sit beside Phil and press kisses along Tommy’s jaw—awaiting direction, perhaps.
“Techno, go get some water for Tommy, and bring the purple bottle from the medicine cabinet.”
“Anything else?” There’s a glint in his eye.
Phil tilts his head thoughtfully, and lifts Tommy’s chin with a gentle finger as Wilbur dives in to suck at his bottom lip. “Bring whatever you like. I’ll let you decide.”
A smirk tugs at Techno’s lips, and he leaves the doorway, his quick footsteps creaking the floorboards out in the hallway.
“Alright, Tommy,” Phil chides, lifting the boy off his lap and lying him down in the middle of the bed. He pushes his hands against Tommy’s thighs, spreading them open to reveal his slick-coated thighs and pretty, untouched pink pussy.
“He’s so beautiful.” Wilbur growls softly, then, and butts his head against Phil’s shoulder, his scent spiking. “I want—”
Phil snaps at him. “No,” he says sternly. Wilbur backs down without question, his eyes downcast. “Good boy.”
Wilbur whimpers and then reaches out to caress Tommy’s cheek. “He is beautiful, though,” he murmurs. “Our pretty omega.”
“I have everything,” Techno says, sitting on the other side of the bed and dropping a bottle of water, the purple pill bottle, and a small heap of other things beside Tommy. “I’ve always wanted to dress him up like this,” he says, hooking a finger around a thick leather collar attached to a leash. Among the other things he brought are a set of clip-on cat ears, a tail butt plug, and a harness, all clearly built for a dainty little omega like Tommy.
“That’s perfect,” Phil says. He coaxes Tommy into a limp seated position and opens the bottle of water. “Take a sip, baby boy. We need to keep you hydrated. Your body is working so hard to make all this lovely slick; we can’t have you drying up.”
Tommy weakly latches onto the bottle and takes a few gulps, then pulls away with a drop of water sliding down his chin.
“Alright, now take these.” Phil holds out two pills from the purple bottle—birth control, which he brought preemptively in case Tommy did present as omega. He made sure to prepare for either scenario, just so they wouldn’t have anything missing for when he presented. Tommy takes those obediently, and sucks up a few more gulps of water before Phil hands both the water and the pill bottle to Techno to put on the bedside table.
“Can I do the honors?” Wilbur asks, reaching out to grab the collar.
Techno growls lowly at him. “No. Mine.”
“Fine,” Wilbur concedes, looking a bit dejected. He leans into Phil and keeps stroking Tommy’s thigh, occasionally pulling his hand to his lips to suck off the slick.
Tommy moans breathily as the collar snaps around his neck, just tight enough to be secure but not so much that it inhibits his breathing at all. The clips slide easily into his hair, the fur on them matching his golden locks perfectly, with two pink bows on each one. Then Techno straps the thin leather harness on. All it does is cages in Tommy’s pale torso, leaving him flexible for maneuvering, but Technoblade tightens it enough to (hopefully) leave pretty red marks on him by the time they’re all done with him.
And then on goes the leash, which Tommy sighs into, his moans tapering off ever so slightly. He seems a bit calmer; more….submissive. Sedated, maybe. Phil understands—Techno’s alpha instincts fly out the window when he’s tied up. He says there’s something soothing about the pressure, and about the feeling of being in someone he trust’s care.
Tommy does feel calmer, like this. The heat in his belly is unfamiliar, almost painful as it curls inside him, aching for release. But he can feel Wilbur’s fingers stroking his inner thigh, his dad’s gentle touches, and the tug of the leash in Techno’s hand—it all feels so nice. In any other situation, he’d be satisfied if this was all there was; but his body feels so empty —it’s practically begging to be fucked and bred.
His eyes flutter open, and he tips his head back to see Techno kneeling behind his head, his knees pressed into the mattress on either side of Tommy’s head. Techno’s pink hair is loose and wavy, falling over his shoulders. If he leaned down, his hair would frame Tommy’s face, hiding them from view—
And Wilbur; he’s sucking marks into Tommy’s skin. Rosy red little bites, blossoming like tiny flowers over Tommy’s thigh.
He tries to look at his dad, but then Techno leans down and kisses him, his hair falling exactly as Tommy imagined. For a moment, it’s just the two of them; Techno gently sucking at Tommy’s lips, his tongue licking almost teasingly into his mouth, their breaths mixing together in the near-silence.
All these feelings are so overwhelming—Techno is still kissing him when he feels two fingers slide between the lips of his pussy, spreading them apart and exposing his clit to the cool air. They must be his dad’s, because Wilbur is sucking marks closer and closer to there, but the fingers are coming from the other direction—a forearm is resting across his belly (he thinks), and there’s a dip in the bed beside him, shifting slightly.
He doesn’t mind not being able to see, though.
Techno pulls back for a moment, and sits back enough so that their eyes are level with each other. Techno’s upside down, which makes Tommy smile. His brother’s eyes are pretty. He’s got that thing that makes your eyes two different colors; one of them is blue and the other is grey. Not that it matters much. Tommy is snapped out of his trailing thoughts about Techno’s eyes by a sudden intrusion—not the fingers, as he might have expected, but the wet, wriggling feeling of someone’s tongue dipping into his cunt.
He squeezes his eyes shut as he moans, his hands flying up to clench into fists on either side of his head. Almost immediately, someone—Techno?—grabs his wrists so very gently, and starts rubbing soothing circles into them with his thumbs. When he opens his eyes, Techno is sitting back up, and Tommy can see Wilbur’s head of brown curls buried between his legs, every minute bob of his head in sync with the feeling of his tongue lapping between Tommy’s folds.
“Good boy,” Techno praises quietly, scratching the base of one of the cat ears clipped into Tommy’s hair. Tommy preens, his back arching slightly, and then lets out a surprised yelp when Wilbur nips at his clit. Techno lets out a low chuckle.
“Wil, be gentle,” Phil chides, and Tommy finally looks over at his dad.
What he sees makes his breath catch in his throat momentarily. While his brothers are both still relatively fully clothed (well, Wilbur doesn’t have pants, only underwear and a t-shirt), his dad is naked; one hand is stroking his huge cock, which is so very close to the skin of Tommy’s torso, and the other hand touching one of Tommy’s small, underdeveloped breasts.
It’s all so much . Tommy can’t even begin to describe all of the sensations he feels right now—not to mention the poignant alpha scents assaulting his nose, or the pinch of the harness around his waist, or the sounds—god, the sounds —of Wilbur’s tongue, his dad’s hands brushing his skin, Techno’s breathing right above him, his own halting moans and gasps.
“ Dadd-yyy,” he finally cries out, “I need you!”
That’s all it takes—he doesn’t really pay attention as the alphas all switch positions, because the heat in his belly is so strong that all he can properly think about is how much he needs to be fucked.
“I’ve got you, baby,” his dad assures him, and then he slides inside of him with no resistance, bottoming out immediately.
Tommy cries out and clenches his thighs around his daddy’s waist. “Yes!” he sobs. His words taper off, giving way to sweet little gasps and shudders as tears well up in the corners of his eyes.
Phil starts ramming into him without any warm-up—not something he’d normally do with Wilbur or Techno, but Tommy is positively soaked with slick, and there’s no resistance in the little omega’s cunt. Tommy is the perfect little hole—and hopefully he’ll be just as needy and obedient outside of his heat as he is now.
Techno busies himself with stripping off his own clothes, then he positions himself on Tommy’s left side and lifts the boy’s head onto his lap, where his cock is waiting, leaking precome from the tip. “C’mere, Tommy,” he mutters, pressing the tip of his cock against Tommy’s spit-slick lips. “Don’t bite, okay baby?”
“Mhm,” Tommy hums, his lips opening up and sliding down Techno’s length. His tongue wiggles awkwardly—it honestly doesn’t feel amazing, but granted, this is his first time, so Techno just strokes his cheek and rolls his hips, making tiny little thrusts into his little brother’s mouth.
It’s all so much and Tommy doesn’t even know what Wilbur’s doing—all he can focus on is the way Phil’s cock hits deep into his core, sending shocks of pleasure through him and satiating the hot need coiled up in his belly. Techno’s hand strokes through his sweaty curls, rocking into Tommy’s slack mouth, his warm head brushing the back of Tommy’s throat with every thrust. There’s a hand on one of his wrists, still. Wilbur’s, maybe.
Tommy whines and arches his back, but Phil’s hands grip tighter to his hips and slam him back down onto the bed. He pushes up one of Tommy’s thighs and adjusts his angle, suddenly hitting so much deeper —Tommy didn’t know it could get better. He feels every inch of his daddy’s length inside him. The head hitting against what must be his cervix, making it ache pleasantly; the growing knot slipping in and out of his entrance, stretching him almost painfully; and every inch in between stretching him wider than he’s ever been before.
“You’re doing so good for us,” Wilbur’s voice hums low in his ear. Tommy vaguely realizes that through his haze of pleasure, Wilbur’s taken his hand—the one he’d been holding up against the sheets only a moment ago—and started stroking it up and down his cock. Tommy clenches his fingers weakly, and Wilbur huffs a smile into his ear and leans down to lick at his neck, right over the scent gland beading sweet-smelling sweat onto the collar sitting right below it. “I can’t wait to knot you, baby.”
A little whine slips out from Tommy’s throat, and Techno responds by burying his cock deeper into his throat and staying there until Tommy finally gags.
“ Good boy,” Phil praises, and for a moment, Tommy’s vision goes blurry as the three of them shift around him. He blinks open his eyes to find himself resting against his daddy’s chest, knot growing bigger and bigger in his cunt. Tommy hiccups and nuzzles against Phil’s neck, pressing his nose into his scent gland and taking a deep inhale of the alpha scent.
Tommy whines again, his tongue lolling out from between his spit-slick lips as he pants softly. His daddy’s seed spills inside him, swelling up his belly and sitting there, trapped by the knot locking him onto Phil’s cock.
He can hear his older brothers wrestling on the bed behind him. Tommy can’t tell what they’re doing exactly, but their scents spike with dominance, making Tommy feel a little light-headed, and he can hear both of them growling playfully.
A finger settles under his chin and gently lifts Tommy’s head up until he’s looking up at Phil, eyes shining with the haze of his heat.
“Daddy….” he breathes, his eyes fluttering shut. “ Daddy…”
“I’ve got you, baby boy,” Phil assures him, leaning down and kissing the tip of his nose. “You want more, don’t you?”
“Mmm,” Tommy hums, nodding weakly. Daddy is still inside him but he can already feel the heat coming back. It’s so consuming and he just isn’t sated yet. “Need…..Wilby.”
The growling behind him stops, and suddenly a chin hooks over his shoulder and hands creep over his waist from behind. “Tommy wants me?” he murmurs, then playfully butts his nose against Tommy’s cheek. “Baby wants Wilby?” he says, this time a teasing lilt to his tone.
Usually, Tommy would retort back with a witty comeback, but he’s not exactly in the best state of mind for that right now. Instead, he chokes back a sob and ruts his hips down on his daddy’s knot. “ Please,” he cries quietly.
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby boy,” Phil says, rubbing soothing circles into Tommy’s back, lifting the straps of the harness with his fingers and letting them snap back onto his skin. “You’ll have to wait until my knot goes down.”
“Soon, baby,” Wilbur says, dropping a wet kiss against Tommy’s cheek. “Tech, c’mere.”
Techno appears at his side and leans in close enough that Tommy can hear his breathing.
“Let’s help Tommy get off, hm? I don’t think he’s come yet,” Wilbur says to Techno. Tommy barely understands a word they’re saying, but he can feel daddy’s knot getting even bigger and he can still feel his belly swelling slowly with his come. He doesn’t want to wait long enough for daddy’s knot to go away.
A hand dips between his legs, then, sliding in between Tommy and Phil until two fingers press against Tommy’s clit, applying slight pressure to the sensitive bud. “Does that feel good?” Techno asks against the shell of his ear. Tommy shudders at the feeling of Techno’s stubble brushing against his jaw, and at the pleasure that pulses up his spine when his brother’s thick, calloused fingers touch his clit.
Tommy swallows thickly. “ Please, ” he pleads, trying to buck his hips up into Techno’s touch but failing when his cunt clenches around Phil’s knot.
He comes rather quickly after Techno begins rubbing circles around his clit. It’s clear he was already on the edge, just waiting to be pushed over.
(His first orgasm is beautiful. Wilbur had quickly fished out his phone when Techno began touching him, and he managed to get a stunning video of Tommy’s head falling back as pleasure wracked through his tiny body.)
Techno and Wilbur both sit back to wait while Phil’s knot goes down. It doesn’t take long, but they busy themselves with scenting each other liberally. Usually alphas don’t tend to scent one another, but Phil’s said many times that it’ll be better for Tommy if there aren’t three competing alpha scents in the house, regardless of how he presents. Techno and Wilbur are already littermates, so their scents are fairly similar, but scenting each other often makes them basically homogenous.
They both watch when Phil lifts Tommy’s limp body off his dick. Cum drips out of Tommy’s cunt, coating his thighs, and the boy whines desperately as his hole clenches around nothing. Phil gives Wilbur a look. “Your turn.”
Wilbur smiles, and catches Tommy in his embrace. He sits back and crosses his legs, positioning Tommy on his lap with his legs wrapped around Wilbur’s torso. “ Tommy, ” he sings, cupping the boy’s face in his hands and pulling him in for a deep, sloppy kiss. When he pulls away, the taste of Techno’s cock lingering on his tongue, he lifts Tommy’s hips up just enough to slip his cock into Tommy’s cunt. It slides in with no resistance; his cunt is lubricated excessively with Phil’s come and Tommy’s own slick.
He’s still tight, though. That’s the wonderful thing about omegas; their pretty little holes don’t loosen after a rough fuck. They can clench just as tight, so long as they know how to control it well, and Tommy’s still instinctively clenching up tight like a virgin.
“ Wilby,” Tommy moans. His cheeks are red with the heat radiating off his body. “Tech- nooo ” his voice breaks when Wilbur rams up into him with a particularly hard thrust. “Techno, please.”
Techno leans in and kisses Tommy softly, rocking along with Wilbur’s thrusts so Tommy’s lips stay locked with his.
Wilbur glances over at their father, who’s watching them with a lazy smirk, his thighs damp with come and slick, his cock half-hard between them. The sight is enough to make pleasure coil in his abdomen, sending a shudder through his body.
After a moment, Techno presses up against Tommy’s back and lifts him up slightly, sliding underneath to press the head of his own cock against Tommy’s cunt. He looks up, and his eyes meet Wilbur’s for a moment. The two of them exchange a nod, and Wilbur stops thrusting for a moment so Techno can push his cock in alongside Wilbur’s.
Tommy, not expecting the new intrusion, lets out a sob, and instinctively jolts away from Techno, but Techno grabs the leash still hanging from his neck and pulls on it not-so-gently, yanking Tommy back against his chest.
“Fuck,” Wilbur growls. He reaches out and grabs Techno’s arm as an anchor and starts thrusting again, falling into a pattern with Techno’s thrusts. Tommy is barely conscious, between the haze of his heat and the overwhelming pleasure and likely pain as well filling every inch of his body. He flops between them like a ragdoll, his tongue lolling from his mouth.
Techno reaches forward and grabs Tommy’s face, sliding two fingers into the omega’s open mouth. He starts thrusting them in time with the thrusts of his cock, keeping a bruising hold on Tommy’s jaw to keep him from closing his mouth.
Wilbur just fucks Tommy, his eyes fluttering closed as he revels in the feeling of his baby brother on his cock. He can feel his orgasm approaching; he knows he doesn’t have much stamina, though, and Techno clearly does . So Wilbur pulls out of Tommy’s cunt and pushes the boy down against Techno, smirking as Techno continues fucking Tommy, mostly unfazed. He straddles Tommy’s neck, though, and pushes his cock into Tommy’s mouth, moaning when it hits the back of his throat. “God, Tommy, ” he groans, his hand reaching down to pull roughly at Tommy’s hair. His knot grows at the base of his length, but he ignores it; his cock’s too long to knot Tommy’s mouth, so he doesn’t need to worry about it.
After a few violent thrusts into Tommy’s throat, Wilbur buries himself deep inside and climaxes, his seed spilling into Tommy relentlessly . If Tommy was more aware of himself now, he’d likely be gagging, possibly puking—but he isn’t. Wilbur groans as he keeps unloading into Tommy’s mouth, Techno still fucking into the boy’s tight cunt.
When he’s finally done, Wilbur sways and collapses back onto the bed, his head most likely landing somewhere near Phil because a hand starts carding through his wavy hair as soon as he closes his eyes.
Techno finally knots Tommy, pulling the omega onto his lap and digging his fingertips into his waist as he breeds him.
They all take a moment to breathe and take in the sight of Tommy; his harness falling off, one of the clip-on ears missing, his body covered in red marks, bruises, tears, slick, and come.
“Pretty boy,” Phil murmurs, tracing his fingers down Tommy’s back.
Tommy offers a small, fucked out smile. “Pretty,” he repeats brokenly.