[Fic] Charmed
Title : [Fic] Charmed
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!
{Yearn}
She’s shaking still when it stops, when Ohno-san takes his hand away from her ever so gently, the sensation of his fingers as they are being slowly pulled out of her is making her shiver. Her skin still feels electric after those two explosive orgasms; her senses alight as she feels his gentle hands on her ankles, warm and somewhat coaxing, as he sets them down.
She feels his lips against her temple a moment later, kissing her softly and murmuring her name before he kneels back just far enough to look her over. Nino breathes through the conflicting emotion he lit up within her, and barely able to stop herself from hiding away when he smiles at her in return.
“God, you’re so beautiful, Ninomiya-san,” Ohno-san breathes, fingers reaching over once again to touch her still burning cheek. “So beautiful; I swear I can’t wait to get you to bed and pound you till you’re screaming my name,” he says, roughly, his tone completely contradicting the gentleness of his touch.
She bites her lips and does her best to sit up straight, despite the difficulty, feeling Ohno-san’s hands on her arms to help her up. She’s too wind up to say anything in return, but the way he settles his arms around her hips to keep her steady tells her he understands.
“Are you okay?” he asks anyway, stroking the small of her back lightly. “Hey, come on, let me look at you for a bit,” he coaxes her, hand reaching up to cup her chin, tilting her face up.
“No,”
She ducks her head in shame, mumbles his name against the warm cradle of his chest but he doesn’t let her. Instead, his fingers frame her face to keep her from hiding.
“I’ve scandalized you,” he whispers, his voice low, his touch lingering. “I - God, I’ll apologize if that’s what you want me to, but - shit, I can’t, Ninomiya-san. Because I wanted it. I want you so much it hurts. Just. Please, please talk to me.”
She shakes her head and bites the inside of her cheek as the warmth settles on her face, made worse by the way his finger stroke her face, the underside of her eyes, her lips.
“Are you mad at me?” Ohno-san asks, still smoothing a fingertip across her heated cheek. She shakes her head. “Did I hurt you?” he asks next; he sounded very much worried that she couldn’t help but smile at him in return.
“You didn’t, I promise,” she husks out, chuckling at his answering exhale of breath. “It’s just that…wow, I don’t even know what to say, really. I mean, did that really happen?”
“Yes,” Ohno-san breathes, smiles in a way that is both charming and deadly. Nino could feel her insides melt at the sight of that lovely smile, feels the way her heart warms up to the idea of having to see it up-close like this everytime she wants to. God, what in hell is she thinking?
“And I swear I want to do more, but unfortunately, I can’t. We can’t miss this event. This is important for us both, so despite my wish to take that robe off you so I could be inside you as soon as possible, it has to wait. Now be a good girl and go back to your room so you could finish preparing. I’ll wait here for you.” Ohno-san says, dropping another kiss to her temple and making her swoon.
Nino really doesn’t have an answer to that, so she just nods her head in answer and allows herself to be hugged one more time before she starts walking, hoping her legs are strong enough to carry her towards the direction of her bedroom without tripping.
+
The moment she disappeared behind her bedroom door, Ohno sighs and reaches down to rearrange himself in his pants. His dick is so hard it is borderline painful, his chest too full that he’s afraid he’ll physically combust the moment Ninomiya-san turned her back to return to her bedroom. His fingers tingle with the need to touch her all the fuck over, and he could still taste her in his mouth that he’s aching to do it all over again.
Still, he restrains himself and breathes to collect himself. He’s already lost it enough as it is, and the last thing he wants is to scare Ninomiya-san away because of his selfishness. But, God, he wants her; he wants her so badly that it’s taking all of his reserved strength not to cross that distance to follow her, pull her in his arms and kiss her senseless. He’s too worked up that he has to remind himself to breathe, breathe, breathe, hoping that by the time she comes out of her room, he’s calm enough to look at her without wanting to rip her clothes off and fuck her with abandon.
He groans and drops on the couch she’s previously occupying, licking around his lips and closing his eyes, willing the memories of her blissful face and the sounds she made when she came, away.
+
When she steps out of her bedroom minutes later, Ohno is once again floored at the way she looks, his chest tingles in a completely different way when she smiles at him through lowered lashes. She’s put on a light yellow cocktail dress that compliments her curves, the neckline is low enough to show off a hint of a cleavage that makes his mouth water. When he lowers his gaze, however, a soft whistle escapes his lips at the sight of that slit on the side of her dress that runs from her left toe and ends just below her hipbone.
She didn’t even put on that much make-up either, but she did worked on making her eyes stand out, using a darker color, making her eyes look bigger, and honestly a thousand times more beautiful. She leaves her hair as it is, letting it dangle over her shoulders in a way that makes him want to thread his fingers through them while he kisses her.
“Jesus, Ninomiya-san, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes, in awe and in surprise the moment she’s close enough to hear him, offering his hands to her, hoping she would take them. She does, and his heart takes a leap to his throat, barely able to keep himself from leaning in so he could kiss her lips.
He doesn’t, though, because he’s afraid he’ll ruin her makeup by doing so. Her smile is shy and a little reserved; her hands feel cold against his own and he struggles to find words to tell her how lovely she is, but knows that words are not enough right now. So he doesn’t, and instead just leans in to press his lips to her temple with his arms branded around her, and hopes it is enough.
She says nothing in return and just leans in to his kiss as if she doesn’t need to hear anything, either, fingers clawed into the front of his dress shirt as she breathes him in. He stays there, enjoying her presence for a minute longer before he pulls away, gives her a once-over and touches her pretty face.
“Shall we go?”
Ninomiya-san nods and his heart takes another dive at the sight of her smile. He offers her one of his in return and takes a hold of her hand, hooking it against his elbow as he guides her out of the apartment without another word.
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!
{Yearn}
She’s shaking still when it stops, when Ohno-san takes his hand away from her ever so gently, the sensation of his fingers as they are being slowly pulled out of her is making her shiver. Her skin still feels electric after those two explosive orgasms; her senses alight as she feels his gentle hands on her ankles, warm and somewhat coaxing, as he sets them down.
She feels his lips against her temple a moment later, kissing her softly and murmuring her name before he kneels back just far enough to look her over. Nino breathes through the conflicting emotion he lit up within her, and barely able to stop herself from hiding away when he smiles at her in return.
“God, you’re so beautiful, Ninomiya-san,” Ohno-san breathes, fingers reaching over once again to touch her still burning cheek. “So beautiful; I swear I can’t wait to get you to bed and pound you till you’re screaming my name,” he says, roughly, his tone completely contradicting the gentleness of his touch.
She bites her lips and does her best to sit up straight, despite the difficulty, feeling Ohno-san’s hands on her arms to help her up. She’s too wind up to say anything in return, but the way he settles his arms around her hips to keep her steady tells her he understands.
“Are you okay?” he asks anyway, stroking the small of her back lightly. “Hey, come on, let me look at you for a bit,” he coaxes her, hand reaching up to cup her chin, tilting her face up.
“No,”
She ducks her head in shame, mumbles his name against the warm cradle of his chest but he doesn’t let her. Instead, his fingers frame her face to keep her from hiding.
“I’ve scandalized you,” he whispers, his voice low, his touch lingering. “I - God, I’ll apologize if that’s what you want me to, but - shit, I can’t, Ninomiya-san. Because I wanted it. I want you so much it hurts. Just. Please, please talk to me.”
She shakes her head and bites the inside of her cheek as the warmth settles on her face, made worse by the way his finger stroke her face, the underside of her eyes, her lips.
“Are you mad at me?” Ohno-san asks, still smoothing a fingertip across her heated cheek. She shakes her head. “Did I hurt you?” he asks next; he sounded very much worried that she couldn’t help but smile at him in return.
“You didn’t, I promise,” she husks out, chuckling at his answering exhale of breath. “It’s just that…wow, I don’t even know what to say, really. I mean, did that really happen?”
“Yes,” Ohno-san breathes, smiles in a way that is both charming and deadly. Nino could feel her insides melt at the sight of that lovely smile, feels the way her heart warms up to the idea of having to see it up-close like this everytime she wants to. God, what in hell is she thinking?
“And I swear I want to do more, but unfortunately, I can’t. We can’t miss this event. This is important for us both, so despite my wish to take that robe off you so I could be inside you as soon as possible, it has to wait. Now be a good girl and go back to your room so you could finish preparing. I’ll wait here for you.” Ohno-san says, dropping another kiss to her temple and making her swoon.
Nino really doesn’t have an answer to that, so she just nods her head in answer and allows herself to be hugged one more time before she starts walking, hoping her legs are strong enough to carry her towards the direction of her bedroom without tripping.
+
The moment she disappeared behind her bedroom door, Ohno sighs and reaches down to rearrange himself in his pants. His dick is so hard it is borderline painful, his chest too full that he’s afraid he’ll physically combust the moment Ninomiya-san turned her back to return to her bedroom. His fingers tingle with the need to touch her all the fuck over, and he could still taste her in his mouth that he’s aching to do it all over again.
Still, he restrains himself and breathes to collect himself. He’s already lost it enough as it is, and the last thing he wants is to scare Ninomiya-san away because of his selfishness. But, God, he wants her; he wants her so badly that it’s taking all of his reserved strength not to cross that distance to follow her, pull her in his arms and kiss her senseless. He’s too worked up that he has to remind himself to breathe, breathe, breathe, hoping that by the time she comes out of her room, he’s calm enough to look at her without wanting to rip her clothes off and fuck her with abandon.
He groans and drops on the couch she’s previously occupying, licking around his lips and closing his eyes, willing the memories of her blissful face and the sounds she made when she came, away.
+
When she steps out of her bedroom minutes later, Ohno is once again floored at the way she looks, his chest tingles in a completely different way when she smiles at him through lowered lashes. She’s put on a light yellow cocktail dress that compliments her curves, the neckline is low enough to show off a hint of a cleavage that makes his mouth water. When he lowers his gaze, however, a soft whistle escapes his lips at the sight of that slit on the side of her dress that runs from her left toe and ends just below her hipbone.
She didn’t even put on that much make-up either, but she did worked on making her eyes stand out, using a darker color, making her eyes look bigger, and honestly a thousand times more beautiful. She leaves her hair as it is, letting it dangle over her shoulders in a way that makes him want to thread his fingers through them while he kisses her.
“Jesus, Ninomiya-san, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes, in awe and in surprise the moment she’s close enough to hear him, offering his hands to her, hoping she would take them. She does, and his heart takes a leap to his throat, barely able to keep himself from leaning in so he could kiss her lips.
He doesn’t, though, because he’s afraid he’ll ruin her makeup by doing so. Her smile is shy and a little reserved; her hands feel cold against his own and he struggles to find words to tell her how lovely she is, but knows that words are not enough right now. So he doesn’t, and instead just leans in to press his lips to her temple with his arms branded around her, and hopes it is enough.
She says nothing in return and just leans in to his kiss as if she doesn’t need to hear anything, either, fingers clawed into the front of his dress shirt as she breathes him in. He stays there, enjoying her presence for a minute longer before he pulls away, gives her a once-over and touches her pretty face.
“Shall we go?”
Ninomiya-san nods and his heart takes another dive at the sight of her smile. He offers her one of his in return and takes a hold of her hand, hooking it against his elbow as he guides her out of the apartment without another word.