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rinoahyunaPossessive
Ohno/Nino, R, 1770 words
It’s unfair, he thinks; Ohno shouldn’t be able to do this to him anymore, make him feel like he’s sixteen again and crushing on the sexiest teenager he’d ever laid eyes on, seeing him for the first time dancing on stage in Kyoto, but Ohno still can, apparently.
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“What were you thinking?”
Ohno shrugs. He doesn’t look particularly bothered, and for the life of him, Nino wonders why he’s not the least bit surprised.
“Leader, you punched a Senpai in the face,” he points out, torn between amusement and incredulity. Sometimes, he really, really wonders what is going on in Ohno’s head. Most of the time, to be honest. “You’re not even – wait, are you drunk?” he segues, then leans in forward to sniff at Ohno’s face. Ohno chuckles, the sound itself makes Nino pause.
“I’m not,” says Ohno, hands somehow ending up on either side of his neck. He smells a little bit of alcohol but he does sound and looks sober, it makes Nino frown. “I had as much drink as you did. I knew what I did, okay?” Ohno says, then somehow, he is being pulled closer, finds himself cocooned inside the cradle of Ohno’s warm embrace, feels Ohno’s lips against his left brow.
“You punched Sakamoto-kun in the face, Leader,” he mumbles, shaking his head against Ohno’s shoulder, remembering the way Sakamoto received a fist to the face before anyone around them at the time had the time to react. “I – what the hell?”
He vaguely remembers fending off Sakamoto’s drunken advances – the older man tends to get more than a little touchy-feely with people when he’s pissed drunk – and getting tugged aside a few moments later. He blinked and somehow, he found himself staring at the familiar sight of Ohno’s back, the stiff line of his shoulders, before he realized Ohno’s fist flew hitting Sakamoto straight to the jaw.
“He should have seen it coming,” Ohno returns with a huff aimed against the start of his hair, fingers massaging the back of his head. “Bastard always thinks he could get away with groping people just because he has an excuse.”
He smiles, couldn’t not, but opts on hiding it, for propriety’s sake. Goodness knows how bad things are going to be in the morning, what punishment they all could be facing for not being able to stop their Leader in time, but who cares. Sho, Jun and Aiba obviously don’t think much of it, either, and he thinks, why should he? The other three think it’s hilarious even, and they swore it’s not going to be a problem anyway. Sakamoto tends to forget every little stupidity he did when he’s drunk, anyway, so that’s that.
Although he’s certain Sakamoto will surely feel the ache in his jaw come morning, and that’s going to be hella hard to explain, considering the last thing he would remember was having a drink with the rest of Arashi.
“He’s drunk,” he points out, his voice muffled against Ohno’s shoulder. “You could have just let me take care of it, you know? Punching him is a little – extreme.”
“He’s got his hands on your butt, and that’s not…okay with me, you understand? He had it coming.”
“He touched your butt, too, you remember, and I didn’t feel the need to break his nose,” he reminds Ohno, and gets an annoyed huff in return. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I don’t like it when other people are touching you,” Ohno says, “because I know you don’t like that, either. I saw your face, okay? When he – when he was groping you. I - It made me angry.”
“Satoshi –“
“And I’m feeling kind of possessive tonight, what of it?” Ohno pulls away, just far enough to look at him. He finds that he has no answer to that, no witty reply for the way Ohno has once again made him speechless.
It’s unfair, he thinks; Ohno shouldn’t be able to do this to him anymore, make him feel like he’s sixteen again and crushing on the sexiest teenager he’d ever laid eyes on, seeing him for the first time dancing on stage in Kyoto, but Ohno still can, apparently.
A fingertip slides across his bottom lip, soft and barely-there, before it ends lingering on his jaw, the mole on his chin. The gesture is as intimate as the look on Ohno’s face, soft around the edges and so, so fond. Like he’s still so in love with Nino, still crazy for him.
“No one’s allowed to touch you like that, you hear me?” Ohno whispers, their lips so close they’re almost touching. His heart is beating a mile a minute at the proximity, just like it always does when they’re this close.
“No one.” Ohno repeats, and he is only given exactly two seconds to breathe air into his lungs until Ohno’s mouth is there to steal it all, kissing him hard, arms tight around him, making him feel trapped, wanted, possessed.
He gave in to it willingly, leaning further into Ohno with so little resistance, squeaking in surprise when he realized the ground beneath his feet disappears because he has somehow ended up in Ohno’s arms, Ohno picking him up effortlessly, mouth still insistently moving against his own.
+
“This is mine,” Ohno is saying, whispering harshly into his skin, tongue circling one of his nipples as Ohno’s fingers tug on the other. He’s delirious with pleasure, moaning with it, his hands tight around Ohno’s shoulders for support.
“This, and this,” Ohno breathes, this time into his collarbone, up his throat, his chin, dragging his teeth across Nino’s abused lips. He keens when Ohno’s mouth reaches his jaw and sucks a spot there, before taking it elsewhere, to the underside of his ear and licking the sensitive skin with purpose. “Everything belongs to me. You are. Nino, tell me. Tell me who owns you. Tell me.”
He wants to say no, wants to shake his head and tell Ohno he’s a bastard and that no one does – he’s his own person and that will remain as that – but the way his body reacts to Ohno makes him second guess himself. He could feel his cock throb as it rests against his thighs, hard and erect, leaking precum, and Ohno’s own is buried into the depths of his body, hard as steel and making him lose his damn mind with how perfect it feels, with Ohno barely moving, not giving him what he wants, at least not yet.
“Ah – S-Satoshi –“ he trashes his head, gives in to the need by pulling himself up, just slightly, feeling Ohno’s hips following. The movement pulls Ohno’s dick out by half, and he groans at the way his body clings to Ohno, his inner muscles contracting around Ohno’s cock. Ohno groans as if he’s wounded, arms bracketing around his hips to keep him from moving.
“L-Let me go, f-fuck –“ he swears, because this is all getting too damn long. He wants to come, he wants to, and Ohno is being a bastard, a jerk, god, he’s – “Satoshi, please, I need it.” He groans, ducking, framing Ohno’s face with his hands.
“Tell me first,” Ohno counters, breathless, into his cheek. He could feel him harden inside him, just the tiniest fraction of it, filling him even more. “Tell me, Kazu. Please, just tell me.” Ohno says, and it sounded more like a plea than anything, eyes catching his.
“You’re a fucking jerk,” he says, but it lacks its supposed bite. Well, he guess that’s just understandable, given the circumstances. He’s slicked and turned on to the point of pain, and Ohno isn’t making it any easier.
“I know,” breathes Ohno, and this time, he’s smiling. God, how can he even smile like that, now, when Nino feels like screaming already? “Believe me, I know. Now, tell me. I need to hear it, too.”
He shakes his head and considers being a jerk in return, but his body has demands that he knows he can’t ignore now. Besides, it’s not like he’s disagreeing per se, he can’t; Ohno’s the only one who could do this to him, break him down and make him feel like he’s burning under his own skin. It’s hopeless, really.
“I’m fucking yours,” he hisses, feel Ohno’s fingers lightly catching his balls, the bastard. “Only yours. Now, will you fucking get on with it and fuck me? God.”
Ohno laughs, loud and unguarded, like his eyes staring Nino over. “God, I love you.” Says Ohno with a sound kiss planted to the side of his mouth, giving him a wink before flipping their positions over. He barely has time to react, sounds of surprise trapped in his throat when he lands on his back on the mattress without dislodging Ohno, arching when Ohno’s body follows to cover his.
“Hang on to me.” Is the last thing he heard Ohno say until he is being fucked hard, Ohno grabbing his hands above his head with one hand and keeps them there, the other Ohno uses to part Nino’s legs apart. He’s crying out, eyes tightly shut, legs unconsciously bracketing around Ohno’s hips as Ohno jerks into him, cock filling him to the hilt time and time again. He knows he’s screaming but he can no longer hear himself, but it’s probably because Ohno’s mouth is there to swallow the sounds before he makes them.
“Ah, God, Nino!” Ohno screams into his mouth, thrusts harder that the next one makes Nino shudder in return. He is coming before he even realized what is happening, shakes violently as his cock spurts in between them and feeling warmth spreading inside him at the same time. Ohno growls into his cheek, hips jerking in counter, dragging his movements to prolong the pleasure as Nino lies there panting, losing the next few seconds as Ohno jerks his hips shallowly into him, still half-hard, inside Nino’s body.
+
“Do you intend to sex me to death whenever you feel particularly jealous?” he tells Ohno, once his brain is working again and he could finally string words together properly.
Ohno snorts at him in return. “Well, I didn’t hear you complain.”
“My brain obviously wasn’t working,” he spits, not really meaning it. “and you weren’t really – wait, hey, what were you saying earlier? Didn’t I tell you not to ask me questions when your dick’s in me? Hey.”
Ohno looks amused, pulling at him until he has no choice but to obey. He’s half-lying on Ohno when Ohno cups his chin and tips his face up.
“It wasn’t a question,” Ohno says, “but a confirmation.”
What? “What?”
Ohno slides a finger across his cheek, eyes gone dark and possessive. Nino finds himself shivering at the intensity of that stare, breath shaky as Ohno leans in to press their mouths together for a gentler, tamer kiss, but still as conquering as his hold around Nino is.
“Mine.”
Ohno/Nino, R, 1770 words
It’s unfair, he thinks; Ohno shouldn’t be able to do this to him anymore, make him feel like he’s sixteen again and crushing on the sexiest teenager he’d ever laid eyes on, seeing him for the first time dancing on stage in Kyoto, but Ohno still can, apparently.
Also in AO3
“What were you thinking?”
Ohno shrugs. He doesn’t look particularly bothered, and for the life of him, Nino wonders why he’s not the least bit surprised.
“Leader, you punched a Senpai in the face,” he points out, torn between amusement and incredulity. Sometimes, he really, really wonders what is going on in Ohno’s head. Most of the time, to be honest. “You’re not even – wait, are you drunk?” he segues, then leans in forward to sniff at Ohno’s face. Ohno chuckles, the sound itself makes Nino pause.
“I’m not,” says Ohno, hands somehow ending up on either side of his neck. He smells a little bit of alcohol but he does sound and looks sober, it makes Nino frown. “I had as much drink as you did. I knew what I did, okay?” Ohno says, then somehow, he is being pulled closer, finds himself cocooned inside the cradle of Ohno’s warm embrace, feels Ohno’s lips against his left brow.
“You punched Sakamoto-kun in the face, Leader,” he mumbles, shaking his head against Ohno’s shoulder, remembering the way Sakamoto received a fist to the face before anyone around them at the time had the time to react. “I – what the hell?”
He vaguely remembers fending off Sakamoto’s drunken advances – the older man tends to get more than a little touchy-feely with people when he’s pissed drunk – and getting tugged aside a few moments later. He blinked and somehow, he found himself staring at the familiar sight of Ohno’s back, the stiff line of his shoulders, before he realized Ohno’s fist flew hitting Sakamoto straight to the jaw.
“He should have seen it coming,” Ohno returns with a huff aimed against the start of his hair, fingers massaging the back of his head. “Bastard always thinks he could get away with groping people just because he has an excuse.”
He smiles, couldn’t not, but opts on hiding it, for propriety’s sake. Goodness knows how bad things are going to be in the morning, what punishment they all could be facing for not being able to stop their Leader in time, but who cares. Sho, Jun and Aiba obviously don’t think much of it, either, and he thinks, why should he? The other three think it’s hilarious even, and they swore it’s not going to be a problem anyway. Sakamoto tends to forget every little stupidity he did when he’s drunk, anyway, so that’s that.
Although he’s certain Sakamoto will surely feel the ache in his jaw come morning, and that’s going to be hella hard to explain, considering the last thing he would remember was having a drink with the rest of Arashi.
“He’s drunk,” he points out, his voice muffled against Ohno’s shoulder. “You could have just let me take care of it, you know? Punching him is a little – extreme.”
“He’s got his hands on your butt, and that’s not…okay with me, you understand? He had it coming.”
“He touched your butt, too, you remember, and I didn’t feel the need to break his nose,” he reminds Ohno, and gets an annoyed huff in return. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I don’t like it when other people are touching you,” Ohno says, “because I know you don’t like that, either. I saw your face, okay? When he – when he was groping you. I - It made me angry.”
“Satoshi –“
“And I’m feeling kind of possessive tonight, what of it?” Ohno pulls away, just far enough to look at him. He finds that he has no answer to that, no witty reply for the way Ohno has once again made him speechless.
It’s unfair, he thinks; Ohno shouldn’t be able to do this to him anymore, make him feel like he’s sixteen again and crushing on the sexiest teenager he’d ever laid eyes on, seeing him for the first time dancing on stage in Kyoto, but Ohno still can, apparently.
A fingertip slides across his bottom lip, soft and barely-there, before it ends lingering on his jaw, the mole on his chin. The gesture is as intimate as the look on Ohno’s face, soft around the edges and so, so fond. Like he’s still so in love with Nino, still crazy for him.
“No one’s allowed to touch you like that, you hear me?” Ohno whispers, their lips so close they’re almost touching. His heart is beating a mile a minute at the proximity, just like it always does when they’re this close.
“No one.” Ohno repeats, and he is only given exactly two seconds to breathe air into his lungs until Ohno’s mouth is there to steal it all, kissing him hard, arms tight around him, making him feel trapped, wanted, possessed.
He gave in to it willingly, leaning further into Ohno with so little resistance, squeaking in surprise when he realized the ground beneath his feet disappears because he has somehow ended up in Ohno’s arms, Ohno picking him up effortlessly, mouth still insistently moving against his own.
+
“This is mine,” Ohno is saying, whispering harshly into his skin, tongue circling one of his nipples as Ohno’s fingers tug on the other. He’s delirious with pleasure, moaning with it, his hands tight around Ohno’s shoulders for support.
“This, and this,” Ohno breathes, this time into his collarbone, up his throat, his chin, dragging his teeth across Nino’s abused lips. He keens when Ohno’s mouth reaches his jaw and sucks a spot there, before taking it elsewhere, to the underside of his ear and licking the sensitive skin with purpose. “Everything belongs to me. You are. Nino, tell me. Tell me who owns you. Tell me.”
He wants to say no, wants to shake his head and tell Ohno he’s a bastard and that no one does – he’s his own person and that will remain as that – but the way his body reacts to Ohno makes him second guess himself. He could feel his cock throb as it rests against his thighs, hard and erect, leaking precum, and Ohno’s own is buried into the depths of his body, hard as steel and making him lose his damn mind with how perfect it feels, with Ohno barely moving, not giving him what he wants, at least not yet.
“Ah – S-Satoshi –“ he trashes his head, gives in to the need by pulling himself up, just slightly, feeling Ohno’s hips following. The movement pulls Ohno’s dick out by half, and he groans at the way his body clings to Ohno, his inner muscles contracting around Ohno’s cock. Ohno groans as if he’s wounded, arms bracketing around his hips to keep him from moving.
“L-Let me go, f-fuck –“ he swears, because this is all getting too damn long. He wants to come, he wants to, and Ohno is being a bastard, a jerk, god, he’s – “Satoshi, please, I need it.” He groans, ducking, framing Ohno’s face with his hands.
“Tell me first,” Ohno counters, breathless, into his cheek. He could feel him harden inside him, just the tiniest fraction of it, filling him even more. “Tell me, Kazu. Please, just tell me.” Ohno says, and it sounded more like a plea than anything, eyes catching his.
“You’re a fucking jerk,” he says, but it lacks its supposed bite. Well, he guess that’s just understandable, given the circumstances. He’s slicked and turned on to the point of pain, and Ohno isn’t making it any easier.
“I know,” breathes Ohno, and this time, he’s smiling. God, how can he even smile like that, now, when Nino feels like screaming already? “Believe me, I know. Now, tell me. I need to hear it, too.”
He shakes his head and considers being a jerk in return, but his body has demands that he knows he can’t ignore now. Besides, it’s not like he’s disagreeing per se, he can’t; Ohno’s the only one who could do this to him, break him down and make him feel like he’s burning under his own skin. It’s hopeless, really.
“I’m fucking yours,” he hisses, feel Ohno’s fingers lightly catching his balls, the bastard. “Only yours. Now, will you fucking get on with it and fuck me? God.”
Ohno laughs, loud and unguarded, like his eyes staring Nino over. “God, I love you.” Says Ohno with a sound kiss planted to the side of his mouth, giving him a wink before flipping their positions over. He barely has time to react, sounds of surprise trapped in his throat when he lands on his back on the mattress without dislodging Ohno, arching when Ohno’s body follows to cover his.
“Hang on to me.” Is the last thing he heard Ohno say until he is being fucked hard, Ohno grabbing his hands above his head with one hand and keeps them there, the other Ohno uses to part Nino’s legs apart. He’s crying out, eyes tightly shut, legs unconsciously bracketing around Ohno’s hips as Ohno jerks into him, cock filling him to the hilt time and time again. He knows he’s screaming but he can no longer hear himself, but it’s probably because Ohno’s mouth is there to swallow the sounds before he makes them.
“Ah, God, Nino!” Ohno screams into his mouth, thrusts harder that the next one makes Nino shudder in return. He is coming before he even realized what is happening, shakes violently as his cock spurts in between them and feeling warmth spreading inside him at the same time. Ohno growls into his cheek, hips jerking in counter, dragging his movements to prolong the pleasure as Nino lies there panting, losing the next few seconds as Ohno jerks his hips shallowly into him, still half-hard, inside Nino’s body.
+
“Do you intend to sex me to death whenever you feel particularly jealous?” he tells Ohno, once his brain is working again and he could finally string words together properly.
Ohno snorts at him in return. “Well, I didn’t hear you complain.”
“My brain obviously wasn’t working,” he spits, not really meaning it. “and you weren’t really – wait, hey, what were you saying earlier? Didn’t I tell you not to ask me questions when your dick’s in me? Hey.”
Ohno looks amused, pulling at him until he has no choice but to obey. He’s half-lying on Ohno when Ohno cups his chin and tips his face up.
“It wasn’t a question,” Ohno says, “but a confirmation.”
What? “What?”
Ohno slides a finger across his cheek, eyes gone dark and possessive. Nino finds himself shivering at the intensity of that stare, breath shaky as Ohno leans in to press their mouths together for a gentler, tamer kiss, but still as conquering as his hold around Nino is.
“Mine.”
