Advice ^_^"
Saalve, rieccomi di nuovo a rompere (dovrei studiare ma va be', stendiamo un velo pietoso...). Ho scritto questa piccola Ohmiya xD dato che in italiano secondo me non rendeva bene, ho preferito lasciarla in inglese così come l'ho scritta (non ho neanche usato un dizionario, quindi probabilmente c'è anche qualche neologismo inventato da me xD), solo che essendo l'inglese tutto tranne che la mia lingua madre >-< mi piacerebbe ricevere consigli da chi conosce meglio questa lingua, per verificare se è corretta, ma soprattutto se la trama ha senso, se è scritta bene o male, se Ohno e Nino sono troppo OOC...grazie in anticipo ** e perdonate questa richiesta assurda, ma non ho una beta reader e non so a chi chiedere >-<
Hiii, there! I need a little advice :P I wrote this little Ohmiya in a few minutes and without a dictionary, but English is not my first language, so if anyone knows well English I'd like to receive advices about this fanfic :) and also about the plot, if the story is well written or bad written, if it all makes sense, if Ohno and Nino are too OOC...thanks in advance if you read :) and sorry if I make this absurd request, but I don't have a beta reader since I don't know anyone in the fandom, because I've been inactive for a long time and I didn't have time to make new friends here >-<
Everyone has a little obsession.
A little thing which scares us, but fascinates us as well.
A little thing we own and we're owned by at the same time.
A little thing sometimes so simple but yet so deep.
For MatsuJun, it's to have the house clean and tidy, even if the house already is perfectly clean and tidy.
For Sho-chan, it's to read the morning newspaper. Every single fucking morning, we'll meet him in the green room and he will greet us while reading some boring economy news and sipping green tea.
For Aiba-chan, it's to buy t-shirts with perverted prints on it. He's very proud of its collection. He lacks sexual life, I guess.
And for you, my Kazu, it's obviously your fucking Nintendo DS. You bring it in every place you go, and you have this annoying vice to play with it while sitting with your head on my lap.
Now, what could it be my obsession?
You could answer it's fishing. You've got it wrong. Or catching a tuna. Wrong either.
Fishing and catching a tuna are respectively an hobby and a desire. Nothing to do with obsession.
My obsession is you, Kazu.
It's you, you, you, and you. You and your fucking DS, of course.
I can't avoid to follow you with my eyes when you're dancing, or singing, or playing the piano, or doing every single fucking thing you can do with your magic fingers.
Your hamburger hands are mesmerizing: I find myself observing every single movement you do with your stubby, graceful fingers, and my chest burns every time. It fucking hurts.
And your eyes...oh God, your eyes. I can die in them. I can see the sea in them, even if they're chocolate brown and you're seasick. Your eyes are fucking killing me.
And, oh, your mole...your tiny, cute mole...I dream of it every night. I wish I could just bite and lick it while I fuck you until you will moan out loud and scream my name and I come and you...
Ah. Stop. Something's arousing here and I don't want to make things worse with you noticing what's wrong in my mind.
I have an obsession. A secret obsession. And I'm starting to think that's not so little as I supposed it to be.
Another sleepless night. Again.
With you disturbing my dreams, I think I will die for lack of sleep.
And I have to take care of my neighbor downstairs. Again.
This is fucking killing me.
I was outside the green room's door, which was half-closed, and I listened to something I shouldn't have listened to.
"Nino-chan, something happened between Riida and you?" I heard that nosy Aiba-chan asking. I could perfectly imagine the questioning look in your eyes, along with your lovelycuteyadorable smirk (I shouldn't find it adorable, you know, because when you have this creepy smirk on your face it means you're plotting something against me. But I'm obsessed, I can't help it).
"Oh, I don't know. Why are you asking?" you replied with your usual sarcastic tone.
"Because, from about a week, Riida is acting weird. Yesterday, he snapped because I greeted him while reading my newspaper as usual, and blurted out something like: "Good morning, you and your useless newspaper". It's not like him, you know. And seems that he lacks of sleep and doesn't eat properly." Sho-chan answered to your question, and I was getting really pissed. But I didn't enter. I wanted to hear your answer.
"Maaaa maa...what you want me to do?" you asked with a playful tone. As if this thing was totally uninteresting for you. Okay, now I was EXTREMELY pissed off.
"Talk to him, you're the only one who can manage to make him feel better. Maybe he's just nervous, maybe it's lack of sleep, or it's just stress, I don't know! But he's acting weird and we don't wanna see Riida in this state ever again. And we know you don't want it either".
This time was Jun who answered. Despite I knew, at the bottom of my heart, that I should have been grateful to them concerning about me, I was really mad at every single man in that room. I didn't know why. It's like...sort of...I was totally busted. I thought I could manage to handle my obsession, to hold back my pervy little secret, but I failed. Everyone noticed something was wrong with me. I hoped they hadn't noticed EVERYTHING.
I heard you puffing and saying: "Okay, okay, I'll try. I have an idea in mind to make him talk". And even if I couldn't see you, I'm sure you smirked again.
I was recollecting quickly my things after VS recording, and I was just about to leave and go to my fucking lonely home, when I heard someone close the door and holding my wrist. I startled. I knew who he was, because I recognized the touch. It was your touch. My skin was burning, and my heart started to pound fast, too fast for my taste.
"Oh-chan."
Your voice was low, sensual, almost a whisper. I felt a shiver along my spine. You were touching it with your stubby and cute fingers.
"Ni-nino...w-what do you wan-t?" I tried to regain my sanity and think of something comprehensible, but as I heard a low chuckle, I knew I failed (again).
"Relax, Oh-chan. Whatever makes you feel like this, I want it to get out from your head. Just relax."
"B-but Nino, I-" my reply was totally useless since you started to lick my earlobe slowly, slowly. My head was spinning, and I didn't noticed the moans escaping from my mouth.
"Wha-ah-t are you doing, Nin-aaah!" you left my earlobe and looked at me, as if you were expecting something.
It was now or never. Your mole just looked so cute, and I licked it. Slowly, as if it was all a (too vivid) dream, then I started to suck it and suck your lips and your earlobes and your nipples and...
"You don't know what you were doing to me in all these years, Oh-chan. I think I was on the verge of losing my sanity" you muttered while I was fucking you as if there wasn't a tomorrow. When I came, I took a deep breath and smiled.
"Oh, I know, Kazu, I know".
Everyone has a little obsession.
Sometimes, there's someone who shares the same obsession as you.
You try to hide it, to forget it, but it will always come back when you go to sleep.
Then, when every thing you do goes to waste, you will try to escape. But, sometimes, it's your obsession which decides to face you.
And you will always lose.
Hiii, there! I need a little advice :P I wrote this little Ohmiya in a few minutes and without a dictionary, but English is not my first language, so if anyone knows well English I'd like to receive advices about this fanfic :) and also about the plot, if the story is well written or bad written, if it all makes sense, if Ohno and Nino are too OOC...thanks in advance if you read :) and sorry if I make this absurd request, but I don't have a beta reader since I don't know anyone in the fandom, because I've been inactive for a long time and I didn't have time to make new friends here >-<
Everyone has a little obsession.
A little thing which scares us, but fascinates us as well.
A little thing we own and we're owned by at the same time.
A little thing sometimes so simple but yet so deep.
For MatsuJun, it's to have the house clean and tidy, even if the house already is perfectly clean and tidy.
For Sho-chan, it's to read the morning newspaper. Every single fucking morning, we'll meet him in the green room and he will greet us while reading some boring economy news and sipping green tea.
For Aiba-chan, it's to buy t-shirts with perverted prints on it. He's very proud of its collection. He lacks sexual life, I guess.
And for you, my Kazu, it's obviously your fucking Nintendo DS. You bring it in every place you go, and you have this annoying vice to play with it while sitting with your head on my lap.
Now, what could it be my obsession?
You could answer it's fishing. You've got it wrong. Or catching a tuna. Wrong either.
Fishing and catching a tuna are respectively an hobby and a desire. Nothing to do with obsession.
My obsession is you, Kazu.
It's you, you, you, and you. You and your fucking DS, of course.
I can't avoid to follow you with my eyes when you're dancing, or singing, or playing the piano, or doing every single fucking thing you can do with your magic fingers.
Your hamburger hands are mesmerizing: I find myself observing every single movement you do with your stubby, graceful fingers, and my chest burns every time. It fucking hurts.
And your eyes...oh God, your eyes. I can die in them. I can see the sea in them, even if they're chocolate brown and you're seasick. Your eyes are fucking killing me.
And, oh, your mole...your tiny, cute mole...I dream of it every night. I wish I could just bite and lick it while I fuck you until you will moan out loud and scream my name and I come and you...
Ah. Stop. Something's arousing here and I don't want to make things worse with you noticing what's wrong in my mind.
I have an obsession. A secret obsession. And I'm starting to think that's not so little as I supposed it to be.
Another sleepless night. Again.
With you disturbing my dreams, I think I will die for lack of sleep.
And I have to take care of my neighbor downstairs. Again.
This is fucking killing me.
I was outside the green room's door, which was half-closed, and I listened to something I shouldn't have listened to.
"Nino-chan, something happened between Riida and you?" I heard that nosy Aiba-chan asking. I could perfectly imagine the questioning look in your eyes, along with your lovelycuteyadorable smirk (I shouldn't find it adorable, you know, because when you have this creepy smirk on your face it means you're plotting something against me. But I'm obsessed, I can't help it).
"Oh, I don't know. Why are you asking?" you replied with your usual sarcastic tone.
"Because, from about a week, Riida is acting weird. Yesterday, he snapped because I greeted him while reading my newspaper as usual, and blurted out something like: "Good morning, you and your useless newspaper". It's not like him, you know. And seems that he lacks of sleep and doesn't eat properly." Sho-chan answered to your question, and I was getting really pissed. But I didn't enter. I wanted to hear your answer.
"Maaaa maa...what you want me to do?" you asked with a playful tone. As if this thing was totally uninteresting for you. Okay, now I was EXTREMELY pissed off.
"Talk to him, you're the only one who can manage to make him feel better. Maybe he's just nervous, maybe it's lack of sleep, or it's just stress, I don't know! But he's acting weird and we don't wanna see Riida in this state ever again. And we know you don't want it either".
This time was Jun who answered. Despite I knew, at the bottom of my heart, that I should have been grateful to them concerning about me, I was really mad at every single man in that room. I didn't know why. It's like...sort of...I was totally busted. I thought I could manage to handle my obsession, to hold back my pervy little secret, but I failed. Everyone noticed something was wrong with me. I hoped they hadn't noticed EVERYTHING.
I heard you puffing and saying: "Okay, okay, I'll try. I have an idea in mind to make him talk". And even if I couldn't see you, I'm sure you smirked again.
I was recollecting quickly my things after VS recording, and I was just about to leave and go to my fucking lonely home, when I heard someone close the door and holding my wrist. I startled. I knew who he was, because I recognized the touch. It was your touch. My skin was burning, and my heart started to pound fast, too fast for my taste.
"Oh-chan."
Your voice was low, sensual, almost a whisper. I felt a shiver along my spine. You were touching it with your stubby and cute fingers.
"Ni-nino...w-what do you wan-t?" I tried to regain my sanity and think of something comprehensible, but as I heard a low chuckle, I knew I failed (again).
"Relax, Oh-chan. Whatever makes you feel like this, I want it to get out from your head. Just relax."
"B-but Nino, I-" my reply was totally useless since you started to lick my earlobe slowly, slowly. My head was spinning, and I didn't noticed the moans escaping from my mouth.
"Wha-ah-t are you doing, Nin-aaah!" you left my earlobe and looked at me, as if you were expecting something.
It was now or never. Your mole just looked so cute, and I licked it. Slowly, as if it was all a (too vivid) dream, then I started to suck it and suck your lips and your earlobes and your nipples and...
"You don't know what you were doing to me in all these years, Oh-chan. I think I was on the verge of losing my sanity" you muttered while I was fucking you as if there wasn't a tomorrow. When I came, I took a deep breath and smiled.
"Oh, I know, Kazu, I know".
Everyone has a little obsession.
Sometimes, there's someone who shares the same obsession as you.
You try to hide it, to forget it, but it will always come back when you go to sleep.
Then, when every thing you do goes to waste, you will try to escape. But, sometimes, it's your obsession which decides to face you.
And you will always lose.