[Fic] Yearn
Title : [Fic] Yearn
Rating : NC 17 R
Pairing : Ohmiya (girl!Nino) l possibly JunBa XD (very weird Aimiya bff-ery)
Summary : AU. She was the flame that ignites the fire within him; his girl, his angel, his everything.
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Note : Backstory still! This comes after the last one. More will come soon!
{Reap}
“If you ask me, I really think he’s into you,” Aiba says, conversationally, as he is thoughtfully picking through her choices, piling one dress after another, throwing them on her bed for him to look over. It’s not like she trusts his judgment better when it comes to dressing up for an event, but she knows it is way better than to trust her own in picking an outfit and then suffers the humiliation later.
After all, if there’s someone who knows how to look good on a simple pair of shirt and jeans, that would be her best friend. And maybe Ohno-san, too, but she’s obviously not going there now, is she?
“And I hate to break it to you, Nino-chan, but I think you’re into him too.”
She scoffs. It’s not like she’s denying it, but admitting it out loud is a completely different matter altogether. She knows herself enough to realize that, and despite her initial plans to stay as far away as she could from Ohno-san, that’s obviously far from happening now.
“Am I wrong?”
She shrugs. “I’m not going to dignify that with an answer,” she says, “although we both know I don’t have to.”
“Nope,” Aiba says, turning to her and giving her a wink. “since it’s - kind of already all over your face,” Aiba says, pointing at her face and gesturing with his fingers. “I can tell you’re trying hard not to give in to it, to him, but you’re clearly failing. He’s the same guy you were telling me about, right?”
She sighs. “Yes.”
Her reaction seems to trigger her best friend’s protective instinct, because right after, he is turning completely around to face her, frowning at her, his lips curled with worry.
“Kazu, seriously, is there something wrong? Is there something else you’re not telling me, about this guy?”
“No,” she says, quickly, before she recovers herself. “I mean, nothing’s wrong. It’s just. He makes me feel - weird.”
“Good weird or bad weird?” Aiba clarifies.
“I’m not really sure,” she answers, shaking her head, wondering if she’s even making sense. She doesn’t even know anymore. “Just - being around him scares me and - excites me at the same time. When he looks at me, it feels like I’m the only person in the room and it’s - it scares me, in a way I couldn’t explain. A part of me knows he won’t do anything to hurt me, but another part keeps telling me I should stay away from him anyway. It’s rather confusing.”
“Do you feel ill when he’s close? Or when he touches you?” Aiba asks, and this time, Nino notes that her best friend’s voice is softer, his expression fond.
She remembers the way Ohno-san held her close, possessive and equal-parts wanting, the way she leaned into his touch as if she couldn’t exactly help it. She’s drawn to him as he is to her, and that’s not something she had a chance to think over, not that she doesn’t want to but just she doesn’t know where to begin, apart from the fact that he wants her enough to make her cautious.
That part, she’s still trying to wrap her head around, but god knows she still couldn’t fully understand it all.
“No, not really.”
“Nino-chan, this is me, okay? It’s just you and me here. You don’t have to be afraid. You can tell me anything, I promise I won’t judge,” Aiba says, voice still soft and coaxing. “It’s not about your - what your Dad did, is it?”
She releases a somewhat shaky breath, Aiba’s hand catching her when she wobbles shakily on her feet. She hasn’t thought that far ahead, not really, but it seems like her best friend had caught on her pretty quickly. She hasn’t thought about it, but she guesses the pattern is so familiar now that Aiba has managed to read the signs before she does.
“I’m - not really -“
Aiba pulls her into a hug before she could even finish. “Kazu, not everyone is like him, you know that, right?” Aiba says, into her temple, squeezing her tight and making her feel safe. It’s not something she openly talks about with just about anyone, but Aiba knows her struggles with her past that still obviously affecting her in the present.
“Of course,” she agrees, before she pulls away. “Do you think this - this is because of that?”
“I’d cut my own arm if you say it isn’t,” Aiba tells her, “and I understand, I totally do; you’re trying to be cautious, I know that, I can see that, but you know you don’t always have to be, right?”
To that, she doesn’t really have an answer. And Aiba knows her enough not to ask.
+
It’s a little over six when she decides to call Ohno-san.
She doesn’t really want to, but she guesses she’s left with too little choices at this point. She did agree into going with him to that party, after all, so doing the opposite would only make her look rather - silly. She pulls her robe tighter around her - she’s actually in the middle of preparing, doing her own hair and make up for an event like this is not something she would readily admit she’s good at, but a girl’s gotta do what she has to do - before sitting her ass on the sofa as she punches the number on the card Ohno-san gave her a few days ago on her phone.
Ohno-san answers on the third ring. “Ninomiya-san, hi.”
Nino starts to frown - how come he knows she’s the one calling? - when she remembers giving him her phone number when he asked for it earlier, after their proposal/meeting.
“Um, hi. Ohno-san, I just called to ask - “
“If I’m on my way? Yes, Ninomiya-san. I’m actually already here.” Ohno-san says.
Nino finds herself on her feet in the next moment, looking around their tiny apartment in confusion.
“What? Here where?” she asks, just to clarify.
“At your door. Care to open up, please?” he says, at the same time he hears the sound of their doorbell ringing. Shocked, she crosses the short distance to the door, unlocking it, belatedly realizing how terribly underdressed she is, with only her bathrobe on and nothing else underneath as she opens the door for Ohno-san.
For a moment, Ohno-san just stands there, looking her over avidly, raw hunger behind his eyes. Nino suddenly feels bare, naked though she isn’t entirely, underneath Ohno-san’s heated gaze. She pulls her robe tighter around her like an automatic reflex, and the action prompts Ohno-san to take his gaze away from her body before he settles it on her face.
“Ninomiya-san,” Ohno-san breathes; he sounded awe and he looks like it too, and Nino feels it acutely. “I hope I’m not too early?”
Nino rolls her eyes at him in answer, before she takes a step back to let him in, since he’s already halfway inside the door anyway.
“You’re joking, right?”
“Right, I’m too early,” Ohno-san says, mouth twisting sheepishly. Nino backs away when the man takes another step, but not before making sure he’s locked the door behind him. “I didn’t want to make you wait?” he says, closing the short distance between them and thus effectively trapping her against the wall.
She swallows hard, gripping the front of her robe tightly. She could feel the warmth coming from Ohno-san’s body, his equally-warm breath painting her face when he leans forward to drop a soft, barely-there kiss to her cheek.
“I don’t even know how you - found out where I’m staying,” she manages to say, gasping when Ohno-san’s hands settle on her hips to pull her closer. “Because I’m pretty sure I didn’t tell you.”
“I have my ways,”
“I hope that doesn’t mean that you had me followed? Because I swear to god I’m going to be pissed.”
“No, why would you think I would do that? I had my assistant checked it over with Taichi-san first, before he went straight to check in with your HR. I hope that’s okay?”
Nino snorts, then tries pushing Ohno-san away with a little difficulty. “It’s not like I have much of a choice. You’re here now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, and I’ll be honest with you, Ninomiya-san, it’s worth the trip finding you like this,” Ohno-san says, pulling away just far enough to caress her cheek, the corner of her lips, her chin, the hollow space on her throat, her collarbones. Nino finds herself entranced at the way he smoothes his fingertip across her skin, as if he’s trying to commit the sight to memory. Nino’s not sure what Ohno-san’s seeing, but she could bet he’s liking it so far enough to keep doing it.
“What, totally unprepared?” she huffs, darting her gaze elsewhere. “It’s your fault for coming over almost an hour early, and unannounced, at that. Will you move away? You’re making me feel so-“
“Nervous?” he cuts her off, and completely ignoring her because then he’s stepping forward again until they’re almost nose to nose. “Uneasy?”
“Suffocated,” she clarifies, only half meaning it, setting her palms against Ohno-san’s chest just to be safe. “No, really.”
“I don’t believe you,” Ohno-san husks out, pulling her in and holding her hips steady. Nino knows this is the part where she should be telling him off, remind him that he’s here for a completely different reason - for business, to be exact - and that he should keep his hands to himself, but she can’t seem to get the words out even though she knows she should.
She can’t. In fact, despite knowing she should be putting a safe distance between them, she finds her arms winding around his shoulders in answer, just as he is doing the same, putting his arms around her waist and hefting her up. Nino whimpers, as she once again finds herself backed against the wall, Ohno-san kissing her hard before she could even voice out her concerns.
+
She wouldn’t have believed her either, if she is to be completely honest about it; her actions contradicts everything, especially with how she’s eagerly kissing Ohno-san back, moaning into the other man’s mouth and clinging unto Ohno-san’s neck for dear life as he navigates them through the apartment with such swiftness that impresses her despite herself. She vaguely feels the softness of the couch under her hips when it catches her weight, Ohno-san putting her down on it carefully. A part of her is thankful she has the apartment to herself - Aiba has to work night shifts this week - but the more sensible part isn’t completely in favor of it, considering the fact that she’s totally and very obviously not immune to his charm and his presence as it is.
Pressing one more kiss to her mouth, he pulls away but only so he could take his suit jacket off and sets it aside, before Nino finds him kneeling on the floor between her legs, trailing his fingers from the sole of her foot up to her calf as he stares at her. She shivers, barely aware of the way he is parting her legs as he keeps his gaze on her face, letting her see the way he’s licking his lips wet, his eyes gone dark and hungry as he rakes his eyes all over her.
“God, Ninomiya-san, you’re so beautiful,” Ohno-san mumbles, surging forward to press a kiss to Nino’s cheek, her eyes, the mole on her chin. She’s unable to do anything to stop him now, her fingers ending up gripping his forearms for support, watches him as he leans down to stamp kisses after kisses from her kneecap and up. She feels one of his hands parting the front of her robe ever so gently, revealing bare skin underneath. He gasps just as she does, especially when one of his unoccupied hands find its way to her right breast, mounding it softly, curiously, as he licks the other. Nino throws her head as sensation punches right through her, the heat of his mouth around her hardening bud makes it even more difficult to think straight.
“And so damn soft. I could lick you for days, and it won’t still be enough.” He adds, his lips soft and his breath is warm, mouth leaving a trail of heat on her skin and making her shiver.
“O-Ohno-san -“ she stutters, barely able to string words together as Ohno-san ducks his head once again, this time giving her other breast the attention he gave the other, sucking her nipple hard enough to make her scream. The quick stab of pleasure-pain has her keening anyway, breathing harshly by the time Ohno-san is pulling away to look at her, but leaving his hand where it is.
“This is going to sound insane, I know but - but I have to make you come, Ninomiya-san,” Ohno-san says, fingers digging into the soft skin on Nino’s thighs and making Nino tremble at the very sudden confession.
“I’ve been thinking about it for days, ever since I met you, and I honestly couldn’t wait until after this dinner party is over until I do.” He says, squeezing Nino’s legs and barely giving Nino any more verbal warning before he is parting her legs further apart and leaning down in the same hurried movement, his mouth covering her quivering heat before sucking her hard.
She must be screaming though she can’t be certain when the noise is being drowned out by the sounds of her blood pounding through her ears combined with the noises her heart hammering inside her chest is making. She doesn’t even realize she is tugging at Ohno-san’s hair until his moans reverberate around her, heightening everything by sucking on her clit over and over until her orgasm sears through her and makes her scream.
She is shaking still when he lifts his head, his eyes filled with pure, un-adulterated masculine triumph as he stares at her with dark, dark eyes. His lips is damp, shining with the remains of her pleasure when he lifts one of her legs and hooks it behind his back before she could even say another word. Then he is slipping a finger inside her, tongue spearing into her before rolling it across her still oversensitive clit, teasing her into another orgasm when she knows she can’t have one again so soon.
“N-No, I can’t -“ she whines, and tries to push him away, but he is quick to grab her hands, trapping them aside one-handedly. He’s rimming her with such ferocity that makes her weak, her whole body spasms as her orgasm hovers just within her reach.
“Yes, you can. You will. Come for me, Ninomiya-san,” he whispers, hoarsely, two fingers fucking her now as he thumbs her clit at the same time. Nino keens, then screams when he wastes no time and ducks to attach his mouth against her quaking cleft, sucking on her trembling clit while pushing his fingers into her.
“Now, Ninomiya-san!” Ohno-san hisses, licking her and finger-fucking her, and Nino does, throwing her head back as she screams for the second time, hips undulating in counter to the movement of Ohno-san’s lips sucking her and his fingers slipping in and out of her in a steady rhythm.
Rating : NC 17 R
Pairing : Ohmiya (girl!Nino) l possibly JunBa XD (very weird Aimiya bff-ery)
Summary : AU. She was the flame that ignites the fire within him; his girl, his angel, his everything.
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Note : Backstory still! This comes after the last one. More will come soon!
{Reap}
“If you ask me, I really think he’s into you,” Aiba says, conversationally, as he is thoughtfully picking through her choices, piling one dress after another, throwing them on her bed for him to look over. It’s not like she trusts his judgment better when it comes to dressing up for an event, but she knows it is way better than to trust her own in picking an outfit and then suffers the humiliation later.
After all, if there’s someone who knows how to look good on a simple pair of shirt and jeans, that would be her best friend. And maybe Ohno-san, too, but she’s obviously not going there now, is she?
“And I hate to break it to you, Nino-chan, but I think you’re into him too.”
She scoffs. It’s not like she’s denying it, but admitting it out loud is a completely different matter altogether. She knows herself enough to realize that, and despite her initial plans to stay as far away as she could from Ohno-san, that’s obviously far from happening now.
“Am I wrong?”
She shrugs. “I’m not going to dignify that with an answer,” she says, “although we both know I don’t have to.”
“Nope,” Aiba says, turning to her and giving her a wink. “since it’s - kind of already all over your face,” Aiba says, pointing at her face and gesturing with his fingers. “I can tell you’re trying hard not to give in to it, to him, but you’re clearly failing. He’s the same guy you were telling me about, right?”
She sighs. “Yes.”
Her reaction seems to trigger her best friend’s protective instinct, because right after, he is turning completely around to face her, frowning at her, his lips curled with worry.
“Kazu, seriously, is there something wrong? Is there something else you’re not telling me, about this guy?”
“No,” she says, quickly, before she recovers herself. “I mean, nothing’s wrong. It’s just. He makes me feel - weird.”
“Good weird or bad weird?” Aiba clarifies.
“I’m not really sure,” she answers, shaking her head, wondering if she’s even making sense. She doesn’t even know anymore. “Just - being around him scares me and - excites me at the same time. When he looks at me, it feels like I’m the only person in the room and it’s - it scares me, in a way I couldn’t explain. A part of me knows he won’t do anything to hurt me, but another part keeps telling me I should stay away from him anyway. It’s rather confusing.”
“Do you feel ill when he’s close? Or when he touches you?” Aiba asks, and this time, Nino notes that her best friend’s voice is softer, his expression fond.
She remembers the way Ohno-san held her close, possessive and equal-parts wanting, the way she leaned into his touch as if she couldn’t exactly help it. She’s drawn to him as he is to her, and that’s not something she had a chance to think over, not that she doesn’t want to but just she doesn’t know where to begin, apart from the fact that he wants her enough to make her cautious.
That part, she’s still trying to wrap her head around, but god knows she still couldn’t fully understand it all.
“No, not really.”
“Nino-chan, this is me, okay? It’s just you and me here. You don’t have to be afraid. You can tell me anything, I promise I won’t judge,” Aiba says, voice still soft and coaxing. “It’s not about your - what your Dad did, is it?”
She releases a somewhat shaky breath, Aiba’s hand catching her when she wobbles shakily on her feet. She hasn’t thought that far ahead, not really, but it seems like her best friend had caught on her pretty quickly. She hasn’t thought about it, but she guesses the pattern is so familiar now that Aiba has managed to read the signs before she does.
“I’m - not really -“
Aiba pulls her into a hug before she could even finish. “Kazu, not everyone is like him, you know that, right?” Aiba says, into her temple, squeezing her tight and making her feel safe. It’s not something she openly talks about with just about anyone, but Aiba knows her struggles with her past that still obviously affecting her in the present.
“Of course,” she agrees, before she pulls away. “Do you think this - this is because of that?”
“I’d cut my own arm if you say it isn’t,” Aiba tells her, “and I understand, I totally do; you’re trying to be cautious, I know that, I can see that, but you know you don’t always have to be, right?”
To that, she doesn’t really have an answer. And Aiba knows her enough not to ask.
+
It’s a little over six when she decides to call Ohno-san.
She doesn’t really want to, but she guesses she’s left with too little choices at this point. She did agree into going with him to that party, after all, so doing the opposite would only make her look rather - silly. She pulls her robe tighter around her - she’s actually in the middle of preparing, doing her own hair and make up for an event like this is not something she would readily admit she’s good at, but a girl’s gotta do what she has to do - before sitting her ass on the sofa as she punches the number on the card Ohno-san gave her a few days ago on her phone.
Ohno-san answers on the third ring. “Ninomiya-san, hi.”
Nino starts to frown - how come he knows she’s the one calling? - when she remembers giving him her phone number when he asked for it earlier, after their proposal/meeting.
“Um, hi. Ohno-san, I just called to ask - “
“If I’m on my way? Yes, Ninomiya-san. I’m actually already here.” Ohno-san says.
Nino finds herself on her feet in the next moment, looking around their tiny apartment in confusion.
“What? Here where?” she asks, just to clarify.
“At your door. Care to open up, please?” he says, at the same time he hears the sound of their doorbell ringing. Shocked, she crosses the short distance to the door, unlocking it, belatedly realizing how terribly underdressed she is, with only her bathrobe on and nothing else underneath as she opens the door for Ohno-san.
For a moment, Ohno-san just stands there, looking her over avidly, raw hunger behind his eyes. Nino suddenly feels bare, naked though she isn’t entirely, underneath Ohno-san’s heated gaze. She pulls her robe tighter around her like an automatic reflex, and the action prompts Ohno-san to take his gaze away from her body before he settles it on her face.
“Ninomiya-san,” Ohno-san breathes; he sounded awe and he looks like it too, and Nino feels it acutely. “I hope I’m not too early?”
Nino rolls her eyes at him in answer, before she takes a step back to let him in, since he’s already halfway inside the door anyway.
“You’re joking, right?”
“Right, I’m too early,” Ohno-san says, mouth twisting sheepishly. Nino backs away when the man takes another step, but not before making sure he’s locked the door behind him. “I didn’t want to make you wait?” he says, closing the short distance between them and thus effectively trapping her against the wall.
She swallows hard, gripping the front of her robe tightly. She could feel the warmth coming from Ohno-san’s body, his equally-warm breath painting her face when he leans forward to drop a soft, barely-there kiss to her cheek.
“I don’t even know how you - found out where I’m staying,” she manages to say, gasping when Ohno-san’s hands settle on her hips to pull her closer. “Because I’m pretty sure I didn’t tell you.”
“I have my ways,”
“I hope that doesn’t mean that you had me followed? Because I swear to god I’m going to be pissed.”
“No, why would you think I would do that? I had my assistant checked it over with Taichi-san first, before he went straight to check in with your HR. I hope that’s okay?”
Nino snorts, then tries pushing Ohno-san away with a little difficulty. “It’s not like I have much of a choice. You’re here now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, and I’ll be honest with you, Ninomiya-san, it’s worth the trip finding you like this,” Ohno-san says, pulling away just far enough to caress her cheek, the corner of her lips, her chin, the hollow space on her throat, her collarbones. Nino finds herself entranced at the way he smoothes his fingertip across her skin, as if he’s trying to commit the sight to memory. Nino’s not sure what Ohno-san’s seeing, but she could bet he’s liking it so far enough to keep doing it.
“What, totally unprepared?” she huffs, darting her gaze elsewhere. “It’s your fault for coming over almost an hour early, and unannounced, at that. Will you move away? You’re making me feel so-“
“Nervous?” he cuts her off, and completely ignoring her because then he’s stepping forward again until they’re almost nose to nose. “Uneasy?”
“Suffocated,” she clarifies, only half meaning it, setting her palms against Ohno-san’s chest just to be safe. “No, really.”
“I don’t believe you,” Ohno-san husks out, pulling her in and holding her hips steady. Nino knows this is the part where she should be telling him off, remind him that he’s here for a completely different reason - for business, to be exact - and that he should keep his hands to himself, but she can’t seem to get the words out even though she knows she should.
She can’t. In fact, despite knowing she should be putting a safe distance between them, she finds her arms winding around his shoulders in answer, just as he is doing the same, putting his arms around her waist and hefting her up. Nino whimpers, as she once again finds herself backed against the wall, Ohno-san kissing her hard before she could even voice out her concerns.
+
She wouldn’t have believed her either, if she is to be completely honest about it; her actions contradicts everything, especially with how she’s eagerly kissing Ohno-san back, moaning into the other man’s mouth and clinging unto Ohno-san’s neck for dear life as he navigates them through the apartment with such swiftness that impresses her despite herself. She vaguely feels the softness of the couch under her hips when it catches her weight, Ohno-san putting her down on it carefully. A part of her is thankful she has the apartment to herself - Aiba has to work night shifts this week - but the more sensible part isn’t completely in favor of it, considering the fact that she’s totally and very obviously not immune to his charm and his presence as it is.
Pressing one more kiss to her mouth, he pulls away but only so he could take his suit jacket off and sets it aside, before Nino finds him kneeling on the floor between her legs, trailing his fingers from the sole of her foot up to her calf as he stares at her. She shivers, barely aware of the way he is parting her legs as he keeps his gaze on her face, letting her see the way he’s licking his lips wet, his eyes gone dark and hungry as he rakes his eyes all over her.
“God, Ninomiya-san, you’re so beautiful,” Ohno-san mumbles, surging forward to press a kiss to Nino’s cheek, her eyes, the mole on her chin. She’s unable to do anything to stop him now, her fingers ending up gripping his forearms for support, watches him as he leans down to stamp kisses after kisses from her kneecap and up. She feels one of his hands parting the front of her robe ever so gently, revealing bare skin underneath. He gasps just as she does, especially when one of his unoccupied hands find its way to her right breast, mounding it softly, curiously, as he licks the other. Nino throws her head as sensation punches right through her, the heat of his mouth around her hardening bud makes it even more difficult to think straight.
“And so damn soft. I could lick you for days, and it won’t still be enough.” He adds, his lips soft and his breath is warm, mouth leaving a trail of heat on her skin and making her shiver.
“O-Ohno-san -“ she stutters, barely able to string words together as Ohno-san ducks his head once again, this time giving her other breast the attention he gave the other, sucking her nipple hard enough to make her scream. The quick stab of pleasure-pain has her keening anyway, breathing harshly by the time Ohno-san is pulling away to look at her, but leaving his hand where it is.
“This is going to sound insane, I know but - but I have to make you come, Ninomiya-san,” Ohno-san says, fingers digging into the soft skin on Nino’s thighs and making Nino tremble at the very sudden confession.
“I’ve been thinking about it for days, ever since I met you, and I honestly couldn’t wait until after this dinner party is over until I do.” He says, squeezing Nino’s legs and barely giving Nino any more verbal warning before he is parting her legs further apart and leaning down in the same hurried movement, his mouth covering her quivering heat before sucking her hard.
She must be screaming though she can’t be certain when the noise is being drowned out by the sounds of her blood pounding through her ears combined with the noises her heart hammering inside her chest is making. She doesn’t even realize she is tugging at Ohno-san’s hair until his moans reverberate around her, heightening everything by sucking on her clit over and over until her orgasm sears through her and makes her scream.
She is shaking still when he lifts his head, his eyes filled with pure, un-adulterated masculine triumph as he stares at her with dark, dark eyes. His lips is damp, shining with the remains of her pleasure when he lifts one of her legs and hooks it behind his back before she could even say another word. Then he is slipping a finger inside her, tongue spearing into her before rolling it across her still oversensitive clit, teasing her into another orgasm when she knows she can’t have one again so soon.
“N-No, I can’t -“ she whines, and tries to push him away, but he is quick to grab her hands, trapping them aside one-handedly. He’s rimming her with such ferocity that makes her weak, her whole body spasms as her orgasm hovers just within her reach.
“Yes, you can. You will. Come for me, Ninomiya-san,” he whispers, hoarsely, two fingers fucking her now as he thumbs her clit at the same time. Nino keens, then screams when he wastes no time and ducks to attach his mouth against her quaking cleft, sucking on her trembling clit while pushing his fingers into her.
“Now, Ninomiya-san!” Ohno-san hisses, licking her and finger-fucking her, and Nino does, throwing her head back as she screams for the second time, hips undulating in counter to the movement of Ohno-san’s lips sucking her and his fingers slipping in and out of her in a steady rhythm.