[FIC] Arashi - Ohmiya Drabbles (Set Four)
Title: teeny tidbits of whimsy and schmoop (set four)
Fandom: Arashi
Pairing: Ohno/Ninomiya
Rating: In order: G, R, G, R, G
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: It's really hard deciding which of these to post?? I have a bunch that are just random AUs that I can't decide if I want to share or not lol. How do y'all feel about random AU drabbles? \curious. Also on AO3 (Link).
invader
There is someone in Ohno’s bed.
There is someone in Ohno’s bed, and he’s wearing Ohno’s clothes.
“Nino,” Ohno says, insistent as he shakes Nino’s shoulder. “Nino, roll over.”
Nino grumbles and curls into a little ball.
Ohno sighs. “Nino. There’s no room for me.”
“Mhfph,” Nino says. “Go ‘way Oh-chan.”
This should be irritating. Ohno is tired; he’s had a long day and he really wants to sleep. Nino is being a nuisance. It should make him angry. But, perhaps in reflection for how hopeless Ohno is when faced with Nino in any circumstances, all Ohno can really do is smile faintly at the way that Nino manages to take up very little space while also taking over the entire bed in the process.
Nino makes a quiet, sleepy noise. He nuzzles at Ohno’s pillow.
Cute, Ohno thinks with a sigh, and then begins the process of figuring out how to get into his own bed.
(It’s not really that big of an annoyance; it wouldn’t feel like his bed without Nino in it anyway.)
***
it’s a battlefield out there
As soon as Ohno walks through the door, he finds himself seized by the lapels and forcefully yanked inside his apartment. The door is slammed and Ohno is shoved back against it. He barely has a chance to breathe before lips descend against his - harsh, brutal. Teeth biting, tongue pressing between his lips.
It’s sudden. A little desperate.
So incredibly hot.
Ohno shoves back and Nino stumbles. It’s enough; Nino might be a bit taller, but Ohno’s got weight on him and he’s not afraid to use it. They go down together, falling over the genkan. Nino grunts when they land, contorts his lithe little body so he can hitch a leg over Ohno’s hips and leverage himself up. He perches there, presses his hands against Ohno’s chest to balance himself as he rolls his hips. It drags a groan from Ohno.
“Fuck,” Nino breathes out. “What the hell took you so long? I’ve been waiting.”
Ohno tries to buck under him; it’s difficult with Nino’s weight. “Sho-kun,” he says. “Wanted to go out for drinks.”
“Hope he wasn’t too disappointed.”
“I really don’t want to talk about Sho right now,” and Ohno twists so that he’s on top, catches Nino’s wrists and presses them against the wood floor. When he looks down, he aches at what he sees - Nino spread out for him, cheeks flushed, his eyes half-lidded with pupils so blown that all Ohno can see is the black of his irises.
He’s so goddamn beautiful. Ohno fixes it so he’s still holding Nino down with one hand and drags the other across Nino’s cheek, his lips, his neck and chest.
“So pretty,” Ohno murmurs, lifting his hand back up to cup Nino’s cheek. He draws his thumb across Nino’s bottom lip, applies a little pressure until the tip of it slips into Nino’s mouth. “I wanna paint you like this sometime.”
Nino nips at the pad of his thumb. Such a tease. “You’ll have to tie me down, first.”
Ohno inhales sharply at the mental image that conjures. “I can do that,” he promises.
***
inspiration is a fickle mistress
“Oh-chan,” Nino says, in a tone that is not quite dangerous but hedging that direction. “Why is my head a balloon?”
Ohno lifts his head from the sculpture he has been devoting his morning to, looks over his shoulder and wonders when it was that Nino wandered into his studio. “Hi, Nino.” He says, because that’s the proper thing to say when you’re happy to see someone.
Nino’s lips quirk up in a smile that Ohno is quite sure is instinctive more than intentional. “Hi, Oh-chan.” He parrots. Then jabs a finger at the painting propped against the far wall to dry. “Balloon-head. Why?”
Ohno looks at the canvas in question. It’s very bright, all vibrant colors and odd angles. There’s a man wearing a suit and yellow bowtie depicted in it with, yes, a large balloon for a head. Nino’s features have been painstaking painted across the surface of the balloon. Ohno smiles at it. Looking at it prompts a warm, fluttering feeling in him, and Ohno is pleased that that feeling has remained even now that he’s finished working on it.
He opens his mouth only to be interrupted by Nino, who threatens at the last moment, “If you say one word about heads and hot air you will sleep on the couch all week.”
Ohno smiles despite himself. “Nino makes me feel all floaty,” he says fondly.
Nino expression goes pinched and confused, which Ohno takes for success. He turns back to his sculpture and leaves Nino to puzzle it over.
***
office drones have all the fun
Ohno starts working at Arashi Towers on a Tuesday. It takes him until Sunday before he ends up on his knees under Ninomiya’s desk, petite hands in his hair and a heavy weight on his tongue.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Ninomiya tells him afterward, when he can speak again and Ohno’s vision is no longer full of swimming stars. Ninomiya regards him carefully, then reaches out and runs his fingers through Ohno’s hair, straightens his collar. “Sho-chan is going to have a fit when he finds out. He’ll make me sit through another lecture on sexual harassment.”
Ohno merely grins. He doesn’t feel particularly harassed. Ninomiya snorts at him, but his eyes are twinkling.
The phone on Ninomiya’s desk rings then. Ninomiya gives it a baleful look.
“Never a dull moment,” he sighs and waves Ohno away. “Back to work then, Oh-chan.”
Ohno tries not to beam too hard at the nickname. If the eyeroll Ninomiya gives him is any indication, he doesn’t try quite hard enough. “Yes sir, Ninomiya-san.”
A tiny huff. “For god’s sake,” Ninomiya says. “You just blew me under my desk. Call me Nino.”
Ohno no longer bothers to try. “Yes, Nino.”
He goes back to work obediently, but his mind is far away from the spreadsheets and documents, all the way back in Nino’s office, thinking up something fun for tomorrow.
***
can’t run from love
It takes Ohno all day to pin Nin down. And by ‘pin’ he means literally - the only way he can get the slighter man to stay in one spot, Ohno finds, is to creep up on him when he’s dozing on the couch and unceremoniously flop on top of him.
Nino grunts, surprised, and begins squirming under Ohno’s weight. “Leader, what the hell.”
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Ohno pouts, cuddling harder.
“I haven’t.” Nino insists. More squirming. Ohno wraps his arms around Nino to hold him still. “Let go, you freak!”
“No.” Ohno says. “You’ve been avoiding me today and I want to know why.”
Ohno went into this knowing Nino very well, so he’s not expecting it to be easy. Which is why he’s thrown when Nino abruptly stops. His whole body slumps and goes limp, like the fight’s been drained out of him, and he stares at the ceiling for a long time before he finally answers.
“You know why.” Nino says. Soft. Unsteady.
Ohno does. “You ran away.” He says. “You kissed me and then you ran away.”
Nino winces. “You didn’t exactly give me any encouragement, Oh-chan.”
“You surprised me!” Ohno pulls back so that he’s sitting on Nino, their faces inches apart. “I was surprised. I didn’t think it was real, and then you ran away before I could do anything.”
Nino stares at him - his eyes, his lips, back again - and there is something like hope starting to blossom in his gaze. It makes Ohno smile, brush his hair back and out of his face. Nino wets his lips and whisper, “What - what would you have done, then? If I hadn’t…”
Ohno slides a hand down, cups Nino’s cheek with a gentle grip. “Why don’t you find out?”
Nino does.
Fandom: Arashi
Pairing: Ohno/Ninomiya
Rating: In order: G, R, G, R, G
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: It's really hard deciding which of these to post?? I have a bunch that are just random AUs that I can't decide if I want to share or not lol. How do y'all feel about random AU drabbles? \curious. Also on AO3 (Link).
invader
There is someone in Ohno’s bed.
There is someone in Ohno’s bed, and he’s wearing Ohno’s clothes.
“Nino,” Ohno says, insistent as he shakes Nino’s shoulder. “Nino, roll over.”
Nino grumbles and curls into a little ball.
Ohno sighs. “Nino. There’s no room for me.”
“Mhfph,” Nino says. “Go ‘way Oh-chan.”
This should be irritating. Ohno is tired; he’s had a long day and he really wants to sleep. Nino is being a nuisance. It should make him angry. But, perhaps in reflection for how hopeless Ohno is when faced with Nino in any circumstances, all Ohno can really do is smile faintly at the way that Nino manages to take up very little space while also taking over the entire bed in the process.
Nino makes a quiet, sleepy noise. He nuzzles at Ohno’s pillow.
Cute, Ohno thinks with a sigh, and then begins the process of figuring out how to get into his own bed.
(It’s not really that big of an annoyance; it wouldn’t feel like his bed without Nino in it anyway.)
***
it’s a battlefield out there
As soon as Ohno walks through the door, he finds himself seized by the lapels and forcefully yanked inside his apartment. The door is slammed and Ohno is shoved back against it. He barely has a chance to breathe before lips descend against his - harsh, brutal. Teeth biting, tongue pressing between his lips.
It’s sudden. A little desperate.
So incredibly hot.
Ohno shoves back and Nino stumbles. It’s enough; Nino might be a bit taller, but Ohno’s got weight on him and he’s not afraid to use it. They go down together, falling over the genkan. Nino grunts when they land, contorts his lithe little body so he can hitch a leg over Ohno’s hips and leverage himself up. He perches there, presses his hands against Ohno’s chest to balance himself as he rolls his hips. It drags a groan from Ohno.
“Fuck,” Nino breathes out. “What the hell took you so long? I’ve been waiting.”
Ohno tries to buck under him; it’s difficult with Nino’s weight. “Sho-kun,” he says. “Wanted to go out for drinks.”
“Hope he wasn’t too disappointed.”
“I really don’t want to talk about Sho right now,” and Ohno twists so that he’s on top, catches Nino’s wrists and presses them against the wood floor. When he looks down, he aches at what he sees - Nino spread out for him, cheeks flushed, his eyes half-lidded with pupils so blown that all Ohno can see is the black of his irises.
He’s so goddamn beautiful. Ohno fixes it so he’s still holding Nino down with one hand and drags the other across Nino’s cheek, his lips, his neck and chest.
“So pretty,” Ohno murmurs, lifting his hand back up to cup Nino’s cheek. He draws his thumb across Nino’s bottom lip, applies a little pressure until the tip of it slips into Nino’s mouth. “I wanna paint you like this sometime.”
Nino nips at the pad of his thumb. Such a tease. “You’ll have to tie me down, first.”
Ohno inhales sharply at the mental image that conjures. “I can do that,” he promises.
***
inspiration is a fickle mistress
“Oh-chan,” Nino says, in a tone that is not quite dangerous but hedging that direction. “Why is my head a balloon?”
Ohno lifts his head from the sculpture he has been devoting his morning to, looks over his shoulder and wonders when it was that Nino wandered into his studio. “Hi, Nino.” He says, because that’s the proper thing to say when you’re happy to see someone.
Nino’s lips quirk up in a smile that Ohno is quite sure is instinctive more than intentional. “Hi, Oh-chan.” He parrots. Then jabs a finger at the painting propped against the far wall to dry. “Balloon-head. Why?”
Ohno looks at the canvas in question. It’s very bright, all vibrant colors and odd angles. There’s a man wearing a suit and yellow bowtie depicted in it with, yes, a large balloon for a head. Nino’s features have been painstaking painted across the surface of the balloon. Ohno smiles at it. Looking at it prompts a warm, fluttering feeling in him, and Ohno is pleased that that feeling has remained even now that he’s finished working on it.
He opens his mouth only to be interrupted by Nino, who threatens at the last moment, “If you say one word about heads and hot air you will sleep on the couch all week.”
Ohno smiles despite himself. “Nino makes me feel all floaty,” he says fondly.
Nino expression goes pinched and confused, which Ohno takes for success. He turns back to his sculpture and leaves Nino to puzzle it over.
***
office drones have all the fun
Ohno starts working at Arashi Towers on a Tuesday. It takes him until Sunday before he ends up on his knees under Ninomiya’s desk, petite hands in his hair and a heavy weight on his tongue.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Ninomiya tells him afterward, when he can speak again and Ohno’s vision is no longer full of swimming stars. Ninomiya regards him carefully, then reaches out and runs his fingers through Ohno’s hair, straightens his collar. “Sho-chan is going to have a fit when he finds out. He’ll make me sit through another lecture on sexual harassment.”
Ohno merely grins. He doesn’t feel particularly harassed. Ninomiya snorts at him, but his eyes are twinkling.
The phone on Ninomiya’s desk rings then. Ninomiya gives it a baleful look.
“Never a dull moment,” he sighs and waves Ohno away. “Back to work then, Oh-chan.”
Ohno tries not to beam too hard at the nickname. If the eyeroll Ninomiya gives him is any indication, he doesn’t try quite hard enough. “Yes sir, Ninomiya-san.”
A tiny huff. “For god’s sake,” Ninomiya says. “You just blew me under my desk. Call me Nino.”
Ohno no longer bothers to try. “Yes, Nino.”
He goes back to work obediently, but his mind is far away from the spreadsheets and documents, all the way back in Nino’s office, thinking up something fun for tomorrow.
***
can’t run from love
It takes Ohno all day to pin Nin down. And by ‘pin’ he means literally - the only way he can get the slighter man to stay in one spot, Ohno finds, is to creep up on him when he’s dozing on the couch and unceremoniously flop on top of him.
Nino grunts, surprised, and begins squirming under Ohno’s weight. “Leader, what the hell.”
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Ohno pouts, cuddling harder.
“I haven’t.” Nino insists. More squirming. Ohno wraps his arms around Nino to hold him still. “Let go, you freak!”
“No.” Ohno says. “You’ve been avoiding me today and I want to know why.”
Ohno went into this knowing Nino very well, so he’s not expecting it to be easy. Which is why he’s thrown when Nino abruptly stops. His whole body slumps and goes limp, like the fight’s been drained out of him, and he stares at the ceiling for a long time before he finally answers.
“You know why.” Nino says. Soft. Unsteady.
Ohno does. “You ran away.” He says. “You kissed me and then you ran away.”
Nino winces. “You didn’t exactly give me any encouragement, Oh-chan.”
“You surprised me!” Ohno pulls back so that he’s sitting on Nino, their faces inches apart. “I was surprised. I didn’t think it was real, and then you ran away before I could do anything.”
Nino stares at him - his eyes, his lips, back again - and there is something like hope starting to blossom in his gaze. It makes Ohno smile, brush his hair back and out of his face. Nino wets his lips and whisper, “What - what would you have done, then? If I hadn’t…”
Ohno slides a hand down, cups Nino’s cheek with a gentle grip. “Why don’t you find out?”
Nino does.