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Nicholas had a thing.
The thing about Nicholas is that he is never the same. As the most adaptive and well-rounded member of the group, easily suits any concept, he is in a constant state of changing, and in turn, his behaviors are often sporadic, unpredictable, and messy.
It started when he first presented.
Another thing about Nicholas---something he will never admit---is he is stubborn. He is so terribly stubborn that it ruins him whole, and somehow, in some wretched bastardry, he revels in it.
Maybe because he has yet to find out how it will cost him.
Jo hasn't quite figured out why Nicholas does the things that he does. Can't figure out the why, but can only sense obstinate stench boiling from his bullheaded head, and observe the way his eyes narrow into something dangerously close to disdain whenever Jo comes around---just not why.
Nicholas has never smelled sweet like other omegas. Jo has a very good nose, so he'd definitely smell it if it were there. Every one of them has a scent. Kei smells like fresh green apples and a breeze, Fuma like smoked tobacco and mint, Harua like marshmallows, Yuma like white gardenia, and Maki like sweet chocolate and wisped smoke.
Yet Nicholas smelled like nothing.
Even when he first presented, and went through his first induced heat, Jo was sure he'd be able to smell it even as Nicholas locked himself in his room, insisted on suffering alone. Kei was afraid he'd die, kicked the door down and promised he wouldn't let anyone else in as long as he let Kei help.
Jo's positive they did nothing---not like it matters. If they did do something--intercourse, he means, because Jo is analytical, very by the book. He wouldn't want to be misunderstood, or lost in translation, but somehow it happens. Maybe because he isn't so good with words; he's always been the quiet type to a fault---it shouldn't matter, because Nicholas is not his, but he knows they did nothing, because he sat on the other side of the door and listened.
Not so that he could hear them have sex--which they didn't, Jo is sure Kei just scented him and wanted to be there to make sure he didn't die---he's not a creep like that. But because when Nicholas presented, he looked at Jo, not with narrowed eyes, but like the world had ended and he was the personal cause of it.
Jo had never seen Nicho's eyes like that.
It did something to him, and he had never been filled with more guilt than that night he had spent, his ear pressed against Nicholas' door, listening to him cry and whimper all night while Kei shushed him until he finally slept--or passed out.
Nicholas made sure Jo paid for it, though.
That was another one of his things---the thing. When Nicholas sets his mind on something, he gets it.
It goes hand in hand, he supposes. The stubbornness, hyperfixation, and denial. It all just seemed to circle around Jo, and he couldn't figure out why.
Nicholas' current hyperfixation now appeared to be Maki, and of all the things he's done; his cat and mouse games with Yuma, his ever-ending bickering with Euijoo, the unspoken bond he's always had with Kei, this was the one that got him.
It wasn't jealousy, he's sure it's not. But again, Jo has never been very good at the how and why of things.
All he knows is one day Nicho and Maki were one and one, they always have been. Attached at the hip, some would say--and no, it's still not jealousy, Jo insists, but he's always wondered why he doesn't have that with Nichol, why it feels like he's not allowed to, but he always accepted it until---
It was middle of the night when Jo woke up, and something pulled him up. It was 2:38 in the morning when he walked into the living room to see Nicholas hitched up on the countertop with Maki between his legs, arms wrapped around his shoulder with their tongues in each other's mouth.
As if sensing him, Nicholas gazed up. Locked eyes. Any normal person's reaction would be stop immediately, apologize profusely until Jo would be forced to awkwardly stagger away in attempts to forget that ever happened.
Except, instead of acting like any rational person, Nicho kept his gaze, his eyes narrowed and sultry, lined heavily with lust, and opened his mouth in a lewd moan as he arched into Maki's touch.
Jo's mouth fell open, tongue swollen with cotton, and stared.
Nicholas kept his gaze like a cruel punishment as Maki swallowed his moan, taking over his tongue and wrapped it in desire.
And instead of forgetting about it, Jo locked it in a box, and Nicholas swallowed the key with another moan.
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"Is there something going on with you and Maki?" Jo finally had the courage to ask one day, caught in the kitchen with Nicholas, and couldn't help but think of that night.
Or, hadn't stopped thinking about that night, his hands soaked in his own ruin as he replayed Nicho's moan again and again.
Nicholas was sitting on the counter top again, completely unsuspecting, as if he didn't know; legs dangling with a tub of vanilla ice cream in his hands and a spoonful of ice cream shoved in his mouth.
The ice cream was still melting on his tongue as he raised an eyebrow. "No?"
Jo doesn't realize how tightly he's gripping the countertop. "Really?" He asks darkly, a hearth burning beneath his heart.
Nicholas bats his eyes prettily, and smiles vindictively. "Nope." Then he pushes himself off the counter, shoves the ice cream back in the freezer, and licks the spoon clean before flicking it past Jo, hips swaying past him.
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Nicholas' thing seems to be with Jo, and he's not quite sure why.
For some reason, Jo seemed to get heated any time Nicholas was around, and that, that was not normal. Jo is not a stereotypical alpha who thinks he can control anyone he wants simply because of his status. That simply is not within his realm, never something he had ever considered.
Jo likes to think of himself as rational, content, sturdy.
But something about Nichol makes him come undone.
It was one thing to haunt him. The eyes, the sight, the sound that played through his mind every time he touched himself only to wash his guilt way under cold sink water in the middle of the night. He could handle that.
If Nicholas didn't want him, then he could accept that. Jo didn't feel the need---the right to change that. Didn't have the skin for it. Had always been content accepting his fate.
Something Nicholas had never accepted.
But to play in his face---now that ignited a fire Jo never knew he had fuel for.
Everyone had left the house. For once, Jo was truly and wholly alone. Kei and Fuma had gone on a date, Yuma and Taki left for the studio to practice some more, Euijoo was in Korea for promotions, and Harua was visiting home for the weekend.
Until Nicholas and Maki come stumbling in the dorms, giggling and stumbling through the door with leftover boxes of takeout from wherever they had gone and not invited him, and Maki's arm around Nicholas' waist.
Something sparked in him.
Why, always why. He could never stop asking, wondering, to a fault.
They're still laughing, and Nicholas is leaning half his weight unto Maki, while Maki closes the door behind him, and then Nicholas eyes him, and Jo feels on fire.
There had only been two times where Nicholas has looked him directly in the eye.
When he first presented, and when he kissed Maki.
Each time, reserved only for him.
He couldn't quite figure out why Nichol looked at him like he was the only one who could see him.
Maki leaves Nichol in favor of storing the leftovers in the fridge, and Nicholas smiles viscously as he stumbles over. He's not drunk, Jo can smell that, but still, something that he is not entirely in control of takes over him. Jo can feel his heart in that box pounding, like a bird in a cage, and the key hovers over him, just like the dog tag around Nichol's neck dangles over him until Nicholas plops down, right onto his lap.
Jo's breath hitches.
Nicholas entirely leans onto him, spreading his legs in feigned comfort. Nicholas never man spreads, not since he presented. There was no need to. It would only put emphasis on his--
"What movie ya watchin?" Nicholas drawls, spread all over him, and Jo wonders if there was a possibility he may actually be drunk.
Jo gulps, trying his best to pretend like this wasn't happening.
Nicholas hasn't touched him since presentation, let alone even be in the same vicinity as him.
Not since kissing Maki.
Speak of the devil, he comes running in the living room. Sweet, puppy dog eyed Maki, who never changed even after presenting, swept down to the floor in front of them, falling perfectly with his back between Nicho's legs, broad shoulders forcing him to spread even wider as he looked up excitedly towards the television.
"You started watching Halloween without me?!" He asks overexcitedly, because everything that Maki does has always been with passion.
That was another thing---thing, all the things, so many things. Jo can't help it.
Where Jo hopelessly tried to be understood, yet lacked understanding, Nicholas tried fiercely to be misunderstood in all of his rebellion, and Maki was understood effortlessly.
As Maki whined, he looks up over his shoulder, cheek smushed against Nicho's soft thigh, and pouts at Jo.
Something thrums in Jo's mind. Or dick. He couldn't tell. They both seemed to be lodged in the same place right now.
"Uhm," he mutters shakily, almost a whisper, unsure of himself. "Yeah. Sorry." He clears his throat.
"It's fine." Maki blinks. The soft white light of the television illuminates his face in the dark room, and his eyelashes are lined darkly by the shadow and he smiles softly, simply happy to be there, before turning back around to face the movie, settling against the back of the couch before resting his head against Nicho's plush thigh, as if it were a pillow, or a shoulder to rest on.
Jo swallows roughly, perspiration building at his temple. There was something about Maki being below him that did something. In technical terms, Maki was always below him. Jo was taller, had always reign over him, but like this, he looks so cute. Innocent. Unsuspecting.
Nicholas---not so much.
That was another thing about Nicholas. He always knew what he wanted. Just never knew how much of it.
And so, for once, Jo knew it was on purpose when Nicholas shifted against him. Once, he could pass it as just him trying to get comfortable in his big lap. Twice, changing positions. People often shift in their seats. It's a natural thing to do. But three times, Jo couldn't contain the growl that was ripped from his throat as Nicholas moved right against his member, and Nicholas froze in his place.
It was silent. It was right during the build up of a jump scare, and Jo feels something heavy weigh over him. Something terribly like instincts, and out of all the things Jo wanted to know, he wanted to know why he couldn't smell Nicholas' fear.
His eyes darken, and he can feel Nicholas tense just as the jumpscare occurs. Maki jolts too, his hand wrapping around Nicho's thigh out of instinct, yet it stays there, and the television illuminates Nicholas biting his plump lip in anticipation.
He's right here, pressed against his chest, and he's sure Nicho can feel his arousal---wants it, even. But that's not what Jo focuses on.
His hand slithers around Nicholas' waist, until it hovers over Nichol's abdomen. He can feel Nicholas tense underneath his touch; hold his breath.
So why can't he smell it?
Why is he doing this?
It's so quiet, but Jo knows it's not. The movie is still playing, but all he can focus on is Nichol in his lap, after months of not being able to touch him.
Slipping beneath his shirt, his large hand covers Nichol's abdomen, slips beneath the band of his underwear, and Jo wonders which one's he's wearing. If it's the soft pink panties he had seen in his drawer once, or if he still insists on wearing his boxers.
Nicholas shifts again against his lap, but not in rejection. In fact, Jo's hand slipped down further, until it hovered over his arousal, and a soft whimper escaped Nicholas' mouth. He slapped a hand over his mouth, and he felt his neck turn to face Jo, but he growled instead, nosing alongside his neck. Scenting him.
Nicholas pushes against him yet again, sinking deeper into his mouth as Jo nosed along his jaw, leaving a trail of soft kisses has his hand hovered teasingly above his pussy, pressing against it, but not touching it. He can feel the strain of Nicholas neck as he withholds another desperate whine, could trace the intricate bones of his pretty neck if he wanted to.
He drags his tongue down the side of Nicholas' neck, and that's when he finds it.
Jo's hands stop.
"You've been hiding it?" He growls into his ear.
Nicholas shivers against him. "What?" He whispers.
He tightens his grip against his hip. "Your scent," he hisses, slipping his hand out of his pants, followed by a displeased cry from Nicho, and rips the tape off of his scent gland. Immediately, the sickeningly sweet scent of strawberries intoxicates the room. Jo's eyes dilate, and his gaze grows hazy.
Nicholas gasps, his mouth falling over softly, and his hand comes up to cover the scent gland, to hide his scent, his arousal---his true nature, and that's when Jo realizes.
The thing about Jo is that he's never felt the need to prove his alpha status. He took his alpha status and rolled with it, but it never occurred to him that some people need it.
They need that bite.
And Jo was beginning to have too much fun with this.
"Nonono," he whispers, large hand wrapping around Nicho's hand, a force, and yanks it away as Nicho squirms. Nicholas fully turns to glare at him now---those narrowed eyes of disdain, but Jo pays it no mind now. Instead, he feels intoxicated off the overwhelming scent.
Drunk off of Nichol. Drunk off of revenge. For once, Jo had the key. Snatched it right off of Nicholas' neck and dangled it right in front of him.
"What.." Maki shifts, obviously sensing the change in scent, and turns his head to look up, brows furrowed, head tilted like a cute puppy. "Nichol?" He asks, the edge turning into a growl, voice gruff, eyes dilated as the scent of omega arousal sifts in the air.
Nicholas whimpers in pain, his face twisted in embarrassment. This isn't what he wanted to happen. He wanted to embarrass Jo, gain the upper hand. Not whatever this is.
And all Jo can think of is those eyes. Those eyes as he forced Jo to watch.
And now, he doesn't even speak before he thinks. Hand still wrapped around Nicho's wrist as he attempts to get up, move, anything, but is forced down by Jo's strength, he says, "Maki,"
And Maki looks up at him, eyes wide, eager to please, and it only makes Jo's dick ache with want.
Heat coils in his stomach, sharp and lined with intent, searing through his morality and coming up bloody. Twisted, morphed, unidentifiable. The room is a disgusting amalgamation of all their scents, and only clouds their minds. Jo finds he revels in the fight, in the push and pull as Nicholas struggled in his grip.
"Yes?" Maki breathes, obedient as a dog.
It's silent for a moment, aside from Nicho's whining as he struggled to get away, to run from something he started---typical. And it makes Jo all the more less sympathetic.
In fact, he's excited. Invigorated to see the undoing of Wang Yixiang.
"Listen to me," he growls. "Take his pants off. Slowly."
Something darkens in Maki's gaze. He nods softly, turning between Nicho's legs so that he can sit on his knees, and reaches up to unbutton Nicholas' pants.
Nicholas whines, writhing against Jo's lap. "No, no," he mutters, but Jo only tightens his grip and hisses, reaching up to nip Nicho's earlobe, sharp enough to drag a jagged gasp from Nicho's lips.
Jo runs his tongue along his ear tauntingly before he murmurs against it. "What's the matter? Don't want our little maknae to see you like this?" He growls as Maki slowly tugs his pants off, revealing that pretty pink underwear soaked by his own mess. Jo laughs out of disbelief, cruel and so unlike himself. "Like the slut you are?"
Nicho whines, his face pulling back in a near cry as Maki faces his arousal, eyes darkening and jaw falling slack like a dummy, enamored.
Jo scoffed, but then Maki looked up at him expectantly, as if waiting his next command.
And fuck, Jo nearly came in his pants just at the sight.
Instead he tightens his grip on Nicho's wrists, holding them tight against his chest, sure to leave a bruise, and tugs on the shell of his ear with his teeth, dragging it down in a way that makes Nicho mewl. "Cmon, tell me what you want. You want pup to see your pink pussy, him?" He noses alongside his neck, nipping at the scent gland.
"No," Nicho shakes his head, writhing.
"No what?" Jo hums. "Tell me."
Nicho only shakes his head, a moan threatening to escape before he swallows it stubbornly. Jo narrows his brows, frowning in disapproval, before his other hand grasps Nicho's jaw much too hard, forcing him to face Maki before him, on his knees, near drooling, desperate.
"Look at him," Jo goes. "So desperate for a taste of mommy, right puppy?" He asks, and Maki groans softly before running his nose along Nicholas' thigh, and Nicholas shivers at the feeling, goosebumps littering his pretty pale skin, and Maki eats it up, nipping at the skin before pressing soft kisses against his skin, getting closer and closer until Jo grasps his hair, yanking him back. Maki moans lewdly, looking up at him with soft, fucked out eyes and Jo knows then that he's a goner.
"Jo," Nicho's voice shakes. "Don't do that..." He whimpers.
"Do what?" Jo cocks his head, tugging on Maki's hair again. Rough. "You want it, don't you?"
"No." Nicholas cries a pathetic attempt, thighs already shaking, panties soaked even more. His scent was undeniable. Jo soaked it all up, never knowing how he could go so long without it.
"You're lying," he whispers. "You're being a very bad girl, you know that?" He murmurs against Nicho's jaw, bites, tugs the skin hard enough until Nicho cries. Revels in the sound. "What will we do, hm? What should we do, pup?" He turns towards Maki, who tugs on his lip before he shoves his head into Nichol's thighs again, moaning pathetically as he bites at Nicholas' skin until it turns a pretty pink.
"Please," Maki begs, his eyes wide and innocent. So innocent it almost makes Jo combust. He knows his dick is red and leaking beneath Nicholas' weight, and he knows Nicholas can feel it too. Smell it. But this is his game he likes to play.
"Take them off," Jo commands, and when Maki moves to tug the panties off, Jo grabs his hair again and tugs him away. "Not you." He growls.
Nicholas turns to glare at Jo, still trapped against him. "Jo." He says, as a warning.
"What?" Jo smirks. "Go ahead, baby." He releases Nicholas' wrists. "Take them off."
Nicholas furrows his eyes, mouth hung agape softly. Jo takes his jaw in his palm, and pulls him into a kiss. Nicholas gasps into his mouth so prettily, his lips warm and plush, and Jo groans into him, and for a split second, he looses control. Almost forgets why he's doing this and nearly falls into Nicholas' grasp, willing to lose it all if it meant he could have all of Nicholas, but then he hears Maki whine, and it makes his dick twitch painfully.
He pulls away, barely, a string of saliva connecting their swollen lips, and he finally looks up into Nicho's eyes, a mere breath apart, and breathes heavily, "See," he nods his head towards the pathetic image of Maki, desperate, drooling. "Show him what you are." He growls.
Then Nicholas looks at him, really looks at him, and it's those eyes again.
Realization hits.
Oh.
Oh.
A cruel smile spreads upon Jo's lips. "You--" he sucks in a breath, before searing arousal hits him. "Fuck." he breathes. "You've never--?"
Never touched yourself?
Nicho shakes his head, eyes innocent and vulnerable. For once, he submits.
Jo just feels a little too cruel.
His eyes darken, and he hovers over Nicho. "Take. Them. Off."
A cry of shame escapes Nicholas' lips, and he shakes as he lifts his hips, pulling the panties down slowly until the hit the floor, and Maki helps him tug the rest off before looking up at Jo obediently, and Jo groans before tugging his hair and pulling him up to his level, pulling him into a heated, open mouthed, disgusting kiss before ripping him off with a growl, and Maki already looks so fucked out it's pathetic. So easy and pliable in his hands.
He pushes him back down to his knees, and without even being told, Nicholas spreads his legs.
Jo doesn't know what's gotten into him, but then he's shoving Maki's face into Nicholas' arousal, and the sight is pure filth.
It was like Maki was made for this. He moans in pure, desperate yearning before he spreads Nicholas' legs even far apart, and sinks his tongue into the wet desire before Nicholas nearly melts before him. And Maki takes his time learning every single crevice of Nichol. His licks a stripe up his pussy, soaking up all the juices before going again, mapping out every single fold and basking in the way Nicholas writhes against him, hips bucking and cries every time he sucks his clit.
Maki breathes in the scent, revels in it. He nips at his thigh and licks up until he reaches his pussy again, basking in the sight before him.
"So pretty, hyung," he murmurs, and Nicho clenches his eyes shut as a moan escapes his wretched lips.
"No, no," Jo kisses him, cupping his jaw again and forcing him to look down as Maki spreads his lips and takes one long strip painfully slow, and then his eyes look up as his tongue moves up and down in a tantalizingly slow pace. His hands grip into Nicholas' thighs, and he smiles against his pussy, sucking messily on the clit.
Nicholas writhes and attempts to turn away, overwhelmed by the site, but Jo won't have it. One of his hands slips beneath Nicholas' shirt, tugging on his perk nipple. Nicholas' mouth falls lewdly, still attempting pathetically to resist.
"Cmon," Jo mouths at his neck, saliva drippling down until it pools in his collarbone. He flicks at Nicholas' nipple, and Nicholas moans loudly. His other hand still holds Maki in place, moving his head up and down in a cruel pace that makes Nicholas' legs nearly lock around Maki's neck. "You love it, don't you? Love the way your maknae eats your pussy, don't you?"
Nicholas shakes his head. "No, no," he tries, but can't manage anything else other than soft cries of pleasure and incoherent babbling. "Make it stop, please, Jo, I-I can't--"
"Can't what, baby? Want to cum?"
"Yes, please, God, Maki--" he moans as Maki's thick lips consume his entire pussy, his face covered in Nicholas' arousal like he thrives in it.
"Come on, pup. You're doing so good." Jo tugs on Maki's hair again, shoves his face further into Nichol's arousal until he's nearly being fucked by it, and Maki moans loudly, making a mess of everything. Saliva, arousal and slick sounds sound from the room. It was filthy, disgusting. It was everything.
"Go on, touch yourself, pup." Jo orders. "Touch yourself while making mommy cum."
Maki looks up at him, eyes glistened and full of tears before slipping his hand into his pants, stroking himself until he works up to a faster pace, and cries as he licks up into Nicholas.
Nicho is shaking in his lap, and finally, finally, reaches out and threads his own fingers through Maki's hair, much softer than Jo certainly was, and only then does Jo relinquish his hold. His other hand travels up Nicho's chest, now twisting both nipples until he nearly cried out from overstimulation---what with Maki's tongue and Jo's hands.
"So good, you're doing so good, puppy."
Maki moans, closing his eyes and bobbing his head. "Want to make mommy come."
Finally, Nicho sobs, tears spilling from his eyes. He was close, he was so close. Jo ran his hands all around Nicho's body, still mouthing at his neck possessively.
Nicho nods his head and leans into Jo, writhing up and down, hips bucking as he fucks Maki's face. Maki begins to grow sloppy. Nicho's pussy is dripping wet, sweet slick dripping between his legs as Maki desperately laps at it, beating his own meat to the rhtyhm of his tongue, entirely getting off on it.
"M'gonna come," Maki whines.
Nicholas turns and hides his face in Nicholas' neck, sobbing as he twists his nipples cruely, and nods. "Okay, baby, you can come." His lips mouth against Jo's neck.
"No," Maki grunts. "Not until you say so."
Then he looks up one final time, a pathetic attempt. He's sucking Nicholas clit, always so eager to prove, and the sight sends Jo into full overdrive. He groans loadly and nods his head, and then Maki is whining, coming into his pants before pulling out, fingers covered in come, and keeps licking at Nicholas before shoving his fingers in, two at a time, and Nicholas screams.
He jolts at the sudden digits, and his teeth spread against Jo's neck in a growl, something feral, something entirely animalistic, and he breaths--- "Fuck, gonna--"
And then he clamps down on Jo's neck in a desperate attempt to hold on to something, and comes.
Even after he comes, Maki still licks up the mess softly, lapping at his pussy as Nicho rides the high, whimpering and crying as blood falls down Jo's neck, until he cries, completely overstimulated, and Jo has enough mind to pull Maki off by his hair, much softer this time, and pulls him up onto the couch, pulling him onto his chest.
It's silent for a moment, and Jo's positive Maki has fallen asleep on his chest, and on the other side, Nicholas finally relinquishes from the bite. It hurts as he feels Nicholas' teeth pull away, surely leaving a Nicholas shaped mark forever marred into his skin, and Jo reaches up to cover it.
Nicho grasps his wrist, pulling it away, a drunken, fucked out smile on his bloody lips. "Uh-uh. No covering."
Jo stares at him, panting, bulging, leaking. Desperate for some relief. His chest rises up and down, brows furrowed, "What is this?" He whispers shakily.
Nicholas only reaches down to kiss the mark he made. Laps at it and cleans it up until it doesn't sting anymore.
"You fell right into my trap, Asakura Jo," and then he pushes himself up, pulls his panties up, and smirks. "Have fun with that, pup." He glances to Jo's painfully obvious hard on, before stalking back to his room, slamming the door shut.
Jo curses his name.
Check one.