[ohkura/tabe, various/ryo] (do ya think i'm sexy) do ya? do ya?
Title: (Do ya think I'm sexy) Do ya? Do ya?
Fandom: Johnny's & Associates (Kanjani8), Tabe Mikako
Characters: Ohkura, Tabe, Meisa, Ryo
Pairings: Ohkura+Meisa, Ohkura/Tabe, Various/Ryo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PORN PORN PORN WHEEEEE implications of ryo being into some weird shit
Word Count: ~1100
Summary: Ohkura, breaking his own rules.
Notes: For epicwaters who requested "Then I'm going to throw Okura at you! since he wasn't in any of those pairings lol poor Okura.. you die in one AU and that's that! ;D Okura and Tabe!! and Meisama!!!" on tumblr. Part of a Misfits-based AU.
Kuroki Meisa is a technopath. Ohkura finds out on his third visit to the ramen place, because she waves her hand at the locked cash register to get it open and pass him his change instead of calling her manager over. "Don't tell," she says, and smiles a little dangerously. Ohkura's stomach flip-flops in a way that is definitely not the fault of his lack of breakfast, and he nods his head as he takes the bag.
He thinks about her as he walks home; he thinks about her as he scoops noodles into his mouth; he thinks about her as he settles into the bathtub; he certainly thinks about her as his hand drifts between his thighs after he's flopped, spread-eagle and naked as the day he was born, on his futon, and he wanks off with the leisure promised by a locked door and none of Yoko's stupid neighborhood patrols for a day.
Ryo sees him the next morning, a dark purple bruise on his wrist he seems loath to do anything but poke at, and Ohkura rolls his eyes pointedly before he goes back to his eggs. "Try to be a little quieter," Ohkura says, eyes lidded as he stares down at his food, "I can't sleep when you spend half the night sobbing for more."
Ryo snorts, which hauls Ohkura's eyes back up. There's a bruise on Ryo's cheekbone that he hadn't noticed before because of the shag of Ryo's hair, and Ohkura reaches forward now to press the broad of his thumb to it, hard. Ryo hisses, but the sound is laced with longing, and Ohkura pulls his hand back to his plate.
He thinks about asking Meisa if she wants to meet up for dinner, but then Subaru and Karina get into a fight that nearly destroys the bar, and 'powers only cause trouble' beats a drum in Ohkura's chest. No matter that either way he's immune; he thinks there must be something off about anybody with a power, something irrevocably made wrong by the storm, and he's not getting mixed up in it.
He doesn't go back to that ramen shop. There's a soba place down the street, and that's where he spills a whole big bowl in the lap of a young woman with long dark hair and big doe-like eyes. He bends to begin wiping her thighs clean, and it's only when her hands (they're soft, he thinks, distantly noticing it and tucking it away for later) press to his chest and push him back that he realizes how creepy he has to look.
"I'm sorry," he says, "I just didn't want you to get burned."
The girl looks up at him, eyes bright and merry despite the redness of her skin. "Don't worry about it," she says, strangely firm, "I'll be just fine."
He reaches up and curles his fingers about the hand still pressed to his shoulder, and he can feel the dim throb of a power under her skin. It figures, he thinks, bitter and enthralled all at once, that she's managed to take his breath away anyway. "I'm Ohkura," he says.
"Tabe," she answers, "Tabe Mikako." Her expression is sparkling, now.
"Let me at least help you home," he says, before the part of him that wants to run can win.
"Home's a little far away," the girl says, and Ohkura clears his throat in order to tear his eyes away from hers.
"I'm sure my roommates will have something you can borrow," he says, and shambles up, offering her his wide-spread hands.
She slips her fingers across them, cool and smooth, and lets him pull her upright. By the time they get back to the Club Eight, the burns on her thighs have faded to pale pink, and he has to tear his eyes away from the brush of her gray skirt over them in order to unlock the doors.
When he lets her into his room, she marvels at how clean the place is; he's glad he remembered to pick up after all. There's a pair of Yasu's sweatpants folded in among his pajamas in the third drawer, and he passes them to her. "They'll be baggy, but the waist should fit," he says, over his shoulder.
When he turns around she's staring at her skirt. "I think I want you to make things up to me a little differently," she says.
Ohkura's temper flares, for a moment, and then he realizes the sloppy oppressive heat of Ryo's sex dungeon isn't spreading all over his place. "I'd be happy to," he says, then, and smiles wide, a white crack in the half-light of his room.
Her giggles as he tugs her underwear down with his teeth are cute; her gasps as his tongue seeks inside are less so. Her fingers are sure and calm when they find his hair, and she shudders through an orgasm just when Ohkura's jaw is starting to get too tired to keep up with him any more. He pulls away, prepared to simply collapse next to her, but then she leverages up, setting her knees on either side of him and hauling him over her by the front of his v-neck. Her short black office-skirt is still damp when he shucks his clothes, but he's distracted by the way she's undone her button-down and blazer, and leans forward to kiss his way up from her chest until he can lick at her mouth, pressing into her all at once.
"Are you skipping work to be here?" he asks, after. She presses her mouth to his pulse, open and wet, and works a hickey there for a moment.
"I quit this morning," she says, "the boss tried to pop a hand up my skirt, can you believe it?" She looks younger when she's mad, her cheeks puffed out despite the sharp set of her eyebrows.
He reaches up and smooths them out with the pads of his thumbs, and flutters kisses over her cheeks until she's rutting against his hip and he's hard again.
It's slower the second time, but no less sweet, and they're still in the midst of coming down from it when Ryo comes home and his angry, miasmic cloud of 'come have sex with me' starts to seep into the air. Tabe is half-asleep when it happens, and succumbs to Ohkura's fingers seeking where his cock had just been in lieu of stumbling up and looking for Ryo.
She curls against him to sleep, and he's glad he already locked the door.
Fandom: Johnny's & Associates (Kanjani8), Tabe Mikako
Characters: Ohkura, Tabe, Meisa, Ryo
Pairings: Ohkura+Meisa, Ohkura/Tabe, Various/Ryo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PORN PORN PORN WHEEEEE implications of ryo being into some weird shit
Word Count: ~1100
Summary: Ohkura, breaking his own rules.
Notes: For epicwaters who requested "Then I'm going to throw Okura at you! since he wasn't in any of those pairings lol poor Okura.. you die in one AU and that's that! ;D Okura and Tabe!! and Meisama!!!" on tumblr. Part of a Misfits-based AU.
Kuroki Meisa is a technopath. Ohkura finds out on his third visit to the ramen place, because she waves her hand at the locked cash register to get it open and pass him his change instead of calling her manager over. "Don't tell," she says, and smiles a little dangerously. Ohkura's stomach flip-flops in a way that is definitely not the fault of his lack of breakfast, and he nods his head as he takes the bag.
He thinks about her as he walks home; he thinks about her as he scoops noodles into his mouth; he thinks about her as he settles into the bathtub; he certainly thinks about her as his hand drifts between his thighs after he's flopped, spread-eagle and naked as the day he was born, on his futon, and he wanks off with the leisure promised by a locked door and none of Yoko's stupid neighborhood patrols for a day.
Ryo sees him the next morning, a dark purple bruise on his wrist he seems loath to do anything but poke at, and Ohkura rolls his eyes pointedly before he goes back to his eggs. "Try to be a little quieter," Ohkura says, eyes lidded as he stares down at his food, "I can't sleep when you spend half the night sobbing for more."
Ryo snorts, which hauls Ohkura's eyes back up. There's a bruise on Ryo's cheekbone that he hadn't noticed before because of the shag of Ryo's hair, and Ohkura reaches forward now to press the broad of his thumb to it, hard. Ryo hisses, but the sound is laced with longing, and Ohkura pulls his hand back to his plate.
He thinks about asking Meisa if she wants to meet up for dinner, but then Subaru and Karina get into a fight that nearly destroys the bar, and 'powers only cause trouble' beats a drum in Ohkura's chest. No matter that either way he's immune; he thinks there must be something off about anybody with a power, something irrevocably made wrong by the storm, and he's not getting mixed up in it.
He doesn't go back to that ramen shop. There's a soba place down the street, and that's where he spills a whole big bowl in the lap of a young woman with long dark hair and big doe-like eyes. He bends to begin wiping her thighs clean, and it's only when her hands (they're soft, he thinks, distantly noticing it and tucking it away for later) press to his chest and push him back that he realizes how creepy he has to look.
"I'm sorry," he says, "I just didn't want you to get burned."
The girl looks up at him, eyes bright and merry despite the redness of her skin. "Don't worry about it," she says, strangely firm, "I'll be just fine."
He reaches up and curles his fingers about the hand still pressed to his shoulder, and he can feel the dim throb of a power under her skin. It figures, he thinks, bitter and enthralled all at once, that she's managed to take his breath away anyway. "I'm Ohkura," he says.
"Tabe," she answers, "Tabe Mikako." Her expression is sparkling, now.
"Let me at least help you home," he says, before the part of him that wants to run can win.
"Home's a little far away," the girl says, and Ohkura clears his throat in order to tear his eyes away from hers.
"I'm sure my roommates will have something you can borrow," he says, and shambles up, offering her his wide-spread hands.
She slips her fingers across them, cool and smooth, and lets him pull her upright. By the time they get back to the Club Eight, the burns on her thighs have faded to pale pink, and he has to tear his eyes away from the brush of her gray skirt over them in order to unlock the doors.
When he lets her into his room, she marvels at how clean the place is; he's glad he remembered to pick up after all. There's a pair of Yasu's sweatpants folded in among his pajamas in the third drawer, and he passes them to her. "They'll be baggy, but the waist should fit," he says, over his shoulder.
When he turns around she's staring at her skirt. "I think I want you to make things up to me a little differently," she says.
Ohkura's temper flares, for a moment, and then he realizes the sloppy oppressive heat of Ryo's sex dungeon isn't spreading all over his place. "I'd be happy to," he says, then, and smiles wide, a white crack in the half-light of his room.
Her giggles as he tugs her underwear down with his teeth are cute; her gasps as his tongue seeks inside are less so. Her fingers are sure and calm when they find his hair, and she shudders through an orgasm just when Ohkura's jaw is starting to get too tired to keep up with him any more. He pulls away, prepared to simply collapse next to her, but then she leverages up, setting her knees on either side of him and hauling him over her by the front of his v-neck. Her short black office-skirt is still damp when he shucks his clothes, but he's distracted by the way she's undone her button-down and blazer, and leans forward to kiss his way up from her chest until he can lick at her mouth, pressing into her all at once.
"Are you skipping work to be here?" he asks, after. She presses her mouth to his pulse, open and wet, and works a hickey there for a moment.
"I quit this morning," she says, "the boss tried to pop a hand up my skirt, can you believe it?" She looks younger when she's mad, her cheeks puffed out despite the sharp set of her eyebrows.
He reaches up and smooths them out with the pads of his thumbs, and flutters kisses over her cheeks until she's rutting against his hip and he's hard again.
It's slower the second time, but no less sweet, and they're still in the midst of coming down from it when Ryo comes home and his angry, miasmic cloud of 'come have sex with me' starts to seep into the air. Tabe is half-asleep when it happens, and succumbs to Ohkura's fingers seeking where his cock had just been in lieu of stumbling up and looking for Ryo.
She curls against him to sleep, and he's glad he already locked the door.