Synopsis: timeskip!Aone Takanobu x reader. Aone needs to make it home to you to watch Team Japan take on Team Argentina in the Olympics, but the universe has other plans!
WC: ~1.8k
Warnings: Fluff!!! Food is mentioned but not central to the story. Gender neutral reader, their hands are briefly described. One reference to an irl man
Notes: This is a very belated piece for @tetzoro’s Olympics Collab! I am sooo sorry this is so late (,,>﹏<,,) … Banners by @/cafekitsune
Despite it only being 11 am, the July sun beats down oppressively as Aone steps outside to haul another two bags of concrete to the threshold of the framed apartment building. He’s been at work for four hours already, and when he glances at the cloudless sky, he sighs. No respite in sight. Not for another five hours—when he gets to go home to you, sequestered away in frigid air conditioning all day long.
He approaches the shell of the building and deposits the bagged concrete next to eight others. Standing up, he gazes down at his palms, hands large with wide fingers and thick calloused skin. He smiles to himself thinking about yours: palm to palm your fingers aren’t much shorter, but your hands are much more elegant: narrower fingers, softer skin.
Turning around, he heads back to the box truck to restock, hauling two 25-kg bags at a time. Humidity is thick against his skin, drenching him in sweat that gives little relief. Normally he handles tasks that require more skilled labor. But, concrete is heavy and everyone on site knows he’s pure strength (hauling twice as much as Sakunami), so he agreed to lend a hand. Stoic as ever despite the discomfort, he wipes his brow on the hem of his t-shirt as he drops this round of concrete mix.
As he returns to the truck, his mind wanders to you again, directing his thoughts away from the heat. He reminds himself he has to work efficiently today in order to leave early—he has to get home to you. He made a promise, never something to be taken lightly. Luckily, he was able to arrange with his supervisor to leave a little early today, in order to make it home by 4 pm.
The day drags on under the searing sun, abruptly interrupted by a scraping noise that emanates from below the mini excavator, followed by a pop and a hiss. Despite being across the job site, Aone immediately starts running over with an idea of what just happened. The newest contractor on their team, operating the Hitachi, had ruptured the water line leading into the apartment building. The organic, metallic smell of wet dirt fills his sinuses as he drops to his knees to crank the shutoff valve closed.
His lunch feels shallow in his stomach as a wave of dread washes over him. He knows it typically takes four hours, minimum, to repair a service line break. It’s work that would need to be done before he leaves the site, yet he’s supposed to, no needs to leave in just three hours.
Wiping his brow, his focus narrows as he starts to work on the repair. After having his colleagues dig a trench around the broken section for better access, he begins to saw. Aone is never one to get frantic, but he is a little frazzled at the thought of being late to your date. Unnoticeable to anyone except himself, his hands tremble, just barely. Luckily muscle memory takes over: he cuts and cleans the pipe, installs a new fitting, and checks his work.
Striding across to the site supervisor, he gently places his hand on his shoulder to wordlessly beckon him over. After making sure the shutoff valve has been reopened, his supervisor inspects the repair, before declaring, “Nice work. You’re free to go,” with a soft, knowing smile. Aone bows, then wastes no time in gathering his things, waving to everyone else, and marching off.
He squeezes himself into the driver’s seat of his Daihatsu Hijet van and putts away towards your apartment. You always got a kick out of seeing him in his tiny van, but it was a practical choice. It allowed him to haul tools and materials, but not struggle with parking like he would with a full-size pickup.
Arriving at his destination, he unfolds himself from the van, stretching out to his full 1.93 m self. Typically a little self-conscious, this afternoon a determined Aone is less aware of the weight of his steps and expression on his face. He struts down the sidewalk, oblivious as people give him an even wider berth than usual.
He ducks as he crosses the threshold into your favorite takeout place, a family-owned restaurant a short walk from home. The owner greets him, and as Aone bows in return, she rattles off your usual order in the form of a question. He meets her eyes with a single nod as he pulls out his wallet to pay. He knew you had called in an order earlier in the afternoon, and given that this order includes your two favorites, nasu dengaku and veggie gyoza, he knew it must be yours. “Thank you Misaki-san,” he says, nearly a whisper, as she places the bag of food into his hands.
Walking past his van and nearing the apartment, he notices with a frown that because he was late, the food isn’t quite as warm as usual. He shakes his head, ridding it of the thought of the burst pipe before reaching for his keys, dangling from a carabiner attached to his front right belt loop. As soon as he opens the door, the familiar smell of home washes over him, and he’s greeted by the sight of your radiant smile.
“Welcome home sweetheart!” you exclaim, having logged off of your work laptop early and burrowed into a pile of blankets on the couch. The TV murmurs behind you, interrupted by your silhouette, already on the channel set to air the match. Aone gently sets the food down on the coffee table in front of you, and leans in to give you a quick peck. Digging in his pocket, he produces his phone to check the time: 3:55 pm.
He places a firm hand on your shoulder as he leans in again. “Gonna rinse off real quick,” he sighs into your ear, kissing your cheek in the process. You respond, “Sounds good sweetie,” as you look up at him through your lashes, giving him a small smile and nod. With a contented sigh, he takes one last long look at you, relishing in the comfort of being home—with you—before he strides down the hall towards the bathroom.
Faintly, you hear the shower turn on, but it quickly blends into background noise as your focus returns to the broadcast. After the conclusion of the previous event, the channel starts airing highlight reels from Team Japan’s previous match against Italy. Despite having grown up playing the sport yourself, you’re still enraptured by the sheer athleticism and talent of the men on your screen. Their movements are so familiar, yet so fluid and exaggerated, it’s like poetry in motion.
You’re so enthralled that you don’t realize Aone is out of the shower until he pads his way around the corner of the couch and into your peripheral vision. Donning one of his many pairs of teal athletic shorts, a white t-shirt, and white crew socks, he slowly lowers himself down next to you on the couch. Quietly, the national anthem plays in the background, familiar faces lined up on the screen.
Shifting your body towards him, your eyes meet, and an unspoken exchange takes place. He reaches forward to remove the food containers from the bag, opening them and placing them on the table. He knows to put the nasu dengaku in front of you. After you unravel your arms from the nest of blankets, he places a pair of chopsticks into your hand. “Eat,” he says gently, handing you one of the appetizers.
You gaze at him with a smile, warmth spreading into your belly, as you place a piece of agedashi tofu in your mouth. The tips of his ears pinken in the slightest before the broadcast grabs the attention of you both.
Before you had met Aone and his friends, you had no idea how small the world of volleyball really was. Sure, you had played as a teen, but attending a rural high school meant that your weak team never made it past the first round of prefectural qualifiers. He tangentially knew a good portion of the team from his high school days, and had regularly played against several of the members. He and Hinata even continue to exchange texts a few times a year.
Your eyes are glued to the screen as the camera zooms in on who you know as Tsukki, conspicuously dressed in all black, having a conversation with Yamaguchi, wearing a Japan jersey. As the shot zooms in closer, it’s evident that Tsukki knows what’s happening. He locks eyes with the camera with annoyance, looking exasperated and a little disgusted.
There was nothing he resented more than the spotlight, and yet the cameras always seemed determined to seek him out. Tobias, a German national team member, had spent several seasons on MSBY. Through Hinata, he met and started dating Tsukki, and after the press caught wind, Tsukki became a frequent target at matches.
Aone lets out a small huff of laughter after the director finally relents and the shot switches to an overview of the court. You curl up into him, placing your knees onto his lap, and he wraps his arm around your shoulders to pull you even closer. As the broadcast switches to a commercial break, you angle your head to look into his eyes, unable to stop a grin from spreading across your face. A pale pink has already settled across his cheeks when he smiles back at you.
He wraps his other arm around you pulling you close, and murmurs in your ear, “Missed you.”
“I missed you too, ‘Nobu. Glad you were able to make it home in time for the match.”
“Had to make it home for you, I made a promise.”
You squeeze his arm in response, giving him another saccharine look as player introductions start. Familiar faces flash across the screen: first Tobias, then Kageyama, Bokuto, Hyakuzawa, Hinata, Sakusa. Bringing a piece of eggplant to your mouth, nestled into the warmth at your side, you settle in. The match ahead is sure to entertaining and hard fought, and you’re glad you get to watch it with your favorite person at your side.
✧ Bonus ✧
After Japan wins a tight first set 29-27, the broadcast switches to a view of the raucous home crowd. The camera pans for a moment, then zooms in on a couple. They stand with arms around each other and they’re cheering loudly—the man looks a little rabid with excitement.
“And there’s Kuroo Tetsuro, recently promoted to Chief of Marketing for JVA! And of course, by his side, is his lovely wife Aims!” the commentator explains. Recognition flashes across Kuroo’s upturned face as he sees he’s on the jumbotron, then the next moment he has his lips squished against Aims’s cheek. Flustered, she pushes on his chest and he separates himself with a huff before smirking directly at the camera.
Closing notes: Thank you so much for reading!! I would love to hear your thoughts, any interactions are much appreciated :3
If you aren’t familiar with Tobias Krick, he’s a current player on Germany’s national team. This summer, a video was making the rounds where he talks about how much he likes Haikyuu… he says Tsukki is his favorite player and shows off a plushie of him that he carries around. Idk I think Tsukki would hate it and I want to torture him so in this world they are dating! Hope you enjoy that lore
Imagine you started to catch feelings for Rin Okumura and everybody confused your attitude thinking you like Yukio.
content: a lot of fluff, slight angst, school oriented, best friends to lovers, tsunderegirl! x dumbass guy! | warnings: none! | pairing: reader x rin okumura
You don’t know where or how, but you fell in love with Rin.
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— At first sight:
Everything where just laughs and fun when he was around you. You loved his bad jokes. The wrinkles in his face when he showed you his canine smile ¡! A/N: Holyfuck
then he started to bring you every morning breakfast cuz you’re too distracted and lazy to do your own
in the beginning, the gesture surprised you but after Rin continue making you the lunch
it became a tradition
Continue with the topic of school…
Everybody knows that Rin sleeps like a rock
You go every morning to his room, and you scream “TAKE OUT YOURE ASS FROM THAT BED” to waking him up
Taking a “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU” in response
At this point, Yukio is taking both of you out of the room so you can arrive early or mid-early to the class
Both of you assist at the same class of exorcist, but since you’re in different desk you’re in charge that this boy doesn’t sleep and pay attention
It’s a caos over there, you’re throwing him paper airplanes or if you have the chance to stand up, you pinch his arm in the way
Bon is always helping you cuz both of you share the same rudeness with Rin
When the class finally finish, both of you like to choose the long way to talk about anything and everything
After all, Rin is a gentleman, and he always, ALWAYS, walks you at home so you can arrive safe
Finally, when you arrive to your home, Rin hugs you in a gesture to say goodbye
IS IN HERE, WHEN YOU REALIZED SOMETHING IS GOING ON
In the moment his arms closed you to his chest, you started to feel an extremly nervousness and shyness
You were so schock that you didn't response to the hug, i mean, it wasn't weird at all, but your feelings catch you by surprised.
"What's going on? You're ears are red" he said.
"Nothing" you replied with a weird laugh.
"Really?"
"Yes, idiot, you can go now !!"
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— Now you're a mix of feelings:
Now, you're attitude was a whole change of 360° grades.
Seriously
the next morning he arrive to your house, you're too thoughtful to understand that Rin was explaining you his theories of Shura's class
"Y/N, did you hear what I said?"
"Huh?"
"You didn't listen anything I was telling you!" he screamed annoyed, passing an arm around your shoulders.
The gesture freeze you completely and Rin notices it.
"Y/N, you're weird since yesterday" he said getting close to your face.
< those red ears, again > he thought.
"I NEED TO GO, I'M GETTING LATE TO THE CLASS" you screamed and start running to the wrong direction.
Rin was so confused that he scratch his head a little worried about your attitude.
Meanwhile he was asking everyone of you're presence, you were hiding in the library, trying to clear up your mind.
"I know this will happen" you said, a little bit angry with yourself.
"Happen what?" Shura asks, behind you.
You scream out of your lungs reaching a lot of -pissed- attention.
"Holyshit, you scared me"
"It´s not my fault you're acting weird, all the class was talking about you"
"Stupid Okumura" you mumble.
"Do you mind if I ask what's going on?" Shura asks confused, taking a book of the shelves to distract the librarian who was watching both of you long time ago.
"I think I start catching feelings for Okumura" you finally said.
Shura was surprised that you we're too honest, but a fine smile trace her lips when she notices that you were a mix of feelings.
"And what's the matter you like Yukio?" she ask, pissing you.
"Yukio?" you ask confused, opening your eyes worried by that supposition.
Shura was going to say finally the name of the other twin, when the librarian kick you out of the place. Leaving a special group boys surprised by the talk, they already heard.
"There's your answer, Okumura" Bon said. "Y/N likes your twin brother"
If Rin was confused at first, now on he was shock by all the information he heard.
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— Nobody knews the talk Shura had with you, but your attitude with Rin was a holy change:
Rin and you can't talk freely as they do
You always are in your thoughts and Rin is the same as you
You think is necessary to confess your feelings but isn't that easy
You don't want to lose his friendship
And you don't want to be humiliate
in the past a bitter experience caused you to no longer like confessing your feelings
So...you didn't admit it, but you were afraid.
You are afraid.
In the other hand, Rin is confused cuz he understand you can like his brother, everyone loves him. He's intelligent, handsome and brave.
But he can't accept that you didn't have the confidence to talk with him of that topic
He thought you we're best friends
Now, you don't joke with him, you don't go all the afternoons for a ice popsicle, you make your own breakfast, you don't visit his room and stay all the afternoon talking about mangas and playing with Kuroo.
He feels out of orbit.
"Rin" you said, taking out if his thoughts.
"Yes?" he asks.
"I don't think is a good idea to continue bringing me home"
He stop walking believing he heard wrong, and a evident "HUH" is in the air.
"What the fuck are you saying, Y/N?" he ask angry.
"Language, Okumura" You said, furrowing your brows.
"Language, my ass!" he scream. "You have been acting strange for weeks except with Yukio and Shura, did I do something wrong to have this attitude of yours?"
"Rin, isn't something we can talk in the middle of the institute" you said, stressed that a lot of people was watching the scene.
"I DON'T MIND IF EVERYONE IS WATCHING, JUST TELL ME"
Now, everyone is paying attention and you're getting angry.
"I'll say it again, I'm not talking about this topic here. If you don't calm your shit down, I'll leave" you challenge him, holding tightly to the strap of your bag.
He gets close to you.
He watch's you directly to your eyes
Oh god, his eyes
For an instant, the butterflies in your stomach were raising, but the anger was stronger. And your eyes were getting crystallizing by the anxiety.
He notices it, and when he was going to say something to mend the situation, he heard those words that freeze him eternally.
"Don't talk to me ever again, Okumura".
"What?"
"Stay away for me" you said, finally. Leaving quickly, feeling your heart in your throat and your breath stuck in your chest.
Rin was going to chase you, but Bon hold him up, leaving him and all the class surprised by your mad attitude.
You used to be happy, calm, rude and angry as a normal person. But the attitude recently you show...was so cold. Nobody expect that of you. No one except Shura that knows your feelings.
A/N: this wasn't supposed to be angst, but hell yeah...
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— THE DRAMA FINALLY END, but you weren't assisting school:
Your mom didn't pressure you
She knew what happen in the past and she understood your attitude.
You were eating a little bit, but you missed the lunches Rin prepared you. You missed his jokes, his laughs, his eyes, him.
You were so annoyed by your own attitude.
You were out of your mind.
All your life you were honest with all kinda people, but when it's about love, you're totally a dumbass.
You're phone was turned off all the week and Rin was getting anxious about you.
Nobody knew what happen with you
All the teachers said you were sick, but Rin didn't believe that. He was going to run out of classes, when Shura stopped him.
"Hey, kiddo. Calm down, where are you going?" she asks, clearly interested in the situation.
"It's not of your business, Shura" he said. "AUCH! WHY DID YOU HIT ME?"
"Are you going to see Y/N, aren't you?"
He nod, feeling his cheeks warm.
"Listen to me, you little dumb kid" Shura started. "The reason Y/N has those attitudes was because of you. I didn't want to say something cuz I appreciate her, but if you want to know. . . ask her directly, not in front of the middle of the school, idiot" she scold him.
"Ok, I admit it. Was my fault, but I was so stressed cuz I heard you both of you talking and I-"
"Nosy" she said, hitting him in the head. "Be a man and go an see if she isn't throwing by the window, she's a little impulsive like some guy I know"
Rin went to Y/N house the faster as he can, that when he finally arrives, he was just blanked. He saw Y/N in the street too thoughtful petting a cat that he didn't notice that a happy smile was tracing in his lips.
He reached you in silence when you stand up, you hit with his chest.
"IDIOT, WHAT ARE YOU-" the words were in the air in the instance your eyes met.
All the mixed feelings you were carrying all those weeks were finally a war all over your body.
"Rin" you finally said. feeling goosebumps just by saying his name.
He didn't response. He didn't know what to do. He got closer to you and before you said something. He hugged you. He hugged you with a gentleness that you feel dizzy just by smelling his cologne.
"I miss you" he finally said, hugging you more stronger.
"I miss you too, idiot" said honestly, corresponding to the hug.
Now on, you were in the park. Both of you in each swing waiting patiently for someone who can break the ice. You breathed harder and watch your jet black hair friend lost in his own thoughts.
“Rin”
“Y/N”
You hit him in the arm in the middle of a joyful laugh after that coincidence that Rin couldn’t help to dedicate you a warm smile tracing in his lips.
“I’m sorry for being so cold to you that day” you said.
“You don’t need to apologize, it was my fault. I put a lot of pressure on you and it wasn’t correct to expose you in front of all the school” he said, resting his face in chain of the swing.
You sigh, nodding with your head. You stop swinging and leaned to him in a chance to express yourself the things that were in your mind for a long time.
And the reason both of you were in this chaotic situation.
“I need you to tell you something, Okumura” you started, feeling your blood rushing harder through your veins.
“Woah, why you need to be so serious?” He asked with a piece of playfulness in his voice.
“Just, listen to me” you supplicated, closing your eyes pretty nervous.
He opened his eyes bigger as usual and placed all his attention on you.
“I think, no, sorry” you inhale nervously.
“If you are trying to broke our friendship is not fun enough, huh” he joked, watching your hand in his arm. You hit him, again.
“RIN OKUMURA, LET ME FINISH”
“Ok, I’m going to say it now” you said. You breathe again and speak as faster as you can. “Im in love with you and I was to shy to say it cuz you’re my best friend and I didn’t want to break our friendship and now on, you’re watching me weird, what’s the matter?” You said the final phrase in a scream, preparing your feet to run for your life.
“What?”
“I’m not going to say it again” you said, covering your face with both hands.
“I thought you liked Yukio” he said shocked, not moving your eyes from you, contemplating how your hair falling in your hands that covered your face.
Rin was going to take your hands when you lift your head just to scream “WHAT?”
“I never liked Yukio, how do you get to that conclusion?” You continue, showing your red ears and cheeks standing up of the swing and begin to walk from one place to another.
Now, he was embarrassed. He mumbled the response to himself and for an instance you need to get closed to his face so you can hear.
He instantly got red by the closeness. You were a mess too but your curiosity was more.
“That time you run like a crazy donkey, I told to the guys that you were acting weird. Izumo proposed that you’ll be in the library. So…all the boys went there and in the exact moment Shura was asking you what happen, we heard that you liked Yukio” he told you, watching how the iris of your eyes make smaller.
“Idiots. I didn’t even say that. Shura proposed that on purpose” you explained, bending down at the height of him.
“Well, that’s a relief…”he mumble, passing a hand over his hair.
You didn’t understand what he was trying to suggest with that reply. But you were standing up when he stopped you taking delicately your hand.
“Don’t go. You didn’t hear my opinion about your feelings”
“I know what you’re going to say and it’s okay, I don’t mind ignoring this and continue being -“
A soft pair of lips were in yours, stopping your speech.
"I was trying to say that I like you too" Rin smiled. He contemplate your reaction for a second. Your cheeks and ears were red as always. Your eyes were sparkling. And your brows were furrowed in a funny gesture showing your tsundere facade.
He was stunned by the way you looked and the way you looked at him.
Like a dumbass he leaned into you, again. Waiting for a kiss. Rin was telling you that with his eyes. But you tried to provoke him just a little.
"What?" you raised a brow crossing your arms in front of your chest.
"I'm waiting my kiss, I gave you one, it's time to give me one in return"
You looked at the sky being a blushing and erratic mess trying to concentrate
"I'm still waiting ~ " he sang, enjoying the view.
"Oh shut up, you idiot" you said finally closing the distance between the two of them, giving him a much more needy but still sweet kiss.
"Thank you, sweetie. I love you" Rin said, hugging you harder.
"I hate you" you said, laughing after the guy of your dreams make you tickles trying to give you a butterfly kiss.
Warnings: arthritis, sore joints, comfort, hugging, steroid side effects, body image issues
Summary: Aone hates seeing you in pain...
A/N: My arthritis knowledge comes from family and friends, obviously one size doesn't fit all.
Tagging: @dacidolly
Coming home from his shift at the construction site, Aone dropped his bag on the floor and removed his shoes. He could hear you humming in the kitchen when he came in and frowned... why were you doing housework? Picking up the hoover and placing it back in the cupboard where it usually went, the noise of the door closing making you jump and turn to him with a bright smile, he walked over and took your hands in his.
"Hi, handsome. How was work?" He nodded. "I made dinner, y'know that dish your mum usually makes? That one."
He frowned again when you pulled your hands away to stir the pot, your knuckles red and swollen, you were wearing a brace on your knee and he could see the heat patch on your back under the cropped t-shirt you were wearing. Clenching his jaw tightly, he reached over to turn the gas off and took the pan off the stove off before carefully picking you up bridal style.
"Wait! Aone- dinner! Hey! Put me- babe, put me down."
You honestly had no clue what had gotten into your husband it wasn't often that he acted like this and you were a little worried since he hadn't eaten dinner yet. Another day off work since your joints were constantly in pain today, working from home made it a little easier and the medication you were on for the inflammation helped a little but you were self conscious about their side effects. The new stretch marks everywhere, the weight gain especially on your face and the stomach, on top of the fact that your boyfriend was built like a Greek god made your thoughts all the more dark.
"Aone, put me down. You'll injure yourself for God's sake, I'm not as small as I was before."
That made him pause, his forehead in a scowl as he looked at you. You could see his eyes tracking down your body, the way his hands held you close to him and he bobbed you up and down as if he was gauging your mass before shaking his head and sitting you both on the sofa. You tried scrambling off his lap but a thick muscular arm banding around you stopped any movements.
"Stay."
"Babe, listen-"
"No."
"Look, I know I've put weight on ok? My clothes don't fit, I have these purple gashes where I've got new stretch marks and no matter what I put on them they don't go away. I'm always in pain somewhere, the amount of money we spend on my medication is insane. Sometimes I just wonder why you even married me."
You sighed loudly, while Aone was quiet usually, when he was adamant about something you had no choice but to listen and to be honest, you loved hearing him speak. But at the point, sitting like this exposed, after you had spent all day at home while he worked to provide for you made you upset. The small comments you got from people sometimes hurt too, the assumption that it's all in your head or that you were being over-dramatic with your pain.
His large hands taking yours, thumbs rubbing over your knuckles which were a little inflamed after your impromptu cooking session and his lips kissing them gently before he held your face in his hands. His intense stare as he held you close, he has noticed all the things you were talking about. And while a fickle lesser man may care, he did not. To him you were still as beautiful as you were when he met you and nothing would change that.
"Not heavy." You scoffed, shaking your head to stop the tears that were threatening to fall down. "Being ill doesn't make you less beautiful and I've never cared about what people say, why would I start now?"
"But-"
"No." His thumbs wiping away the tears that had managed to escape, arms circling you and pulling you close.
You could proudly tell your friends that you were Aone's girlfriend. Unfortunately, your friends were biased about your boyfriend because of Aone's outwardly scary appearance.
“No but…he looks like a bully”
"Yes. Does he treat you badly?"
“Did he do the scar on your knee?”
As usual, they managed to get on their nerves.
“What nonsense are you doing? I fell off a horse last week. Luckily I survived with only one minor scratch. He also put the tape on my knee.”
"You can’t be serious!"
“I am quite serious. He may look like a terrible bully from afar, but he is never what he seems.”
"Is he just being nice to you, then?"
“I have never seen him mistreat his teammates or anyone else. Besides…who knows? Maybe you don't deserve to see the real good side of him. So he's not really showing you how kind and bland he is."
They laughed at the answer. Obviously, no matter what you said, they wouldn't be convinced that Aone wasn't what they thought she was.
“This is crazy. Open your eyes, fool! That guy is a bully. Besides, I've heard that when he gets on the train, no one sits next to him. The team captain punched Futakuchi in the shoulder”
“Who knows what Futakuchi did? Also, Aone doesn't hit anyone for nothing. Either something happened to make him very angry or he couldn't control his power. Doesn't anyone sit next to you? Don't be funny! I'm sitting next to him. Others may fear him, but his kindness and cuteness never frighten me. You are low-thoughted people.”
“You are blinded by love. If you ask me, try to save yourself from this mental patient as soon as possible"
“Watch your tongue! That boy you call mentally ill is the strongest middle blocker on the volleyball team. He’s such an iron wall. Plus it's way better than those cool kids you're dating. Don't ever laugh at him or blab around about him!”
“At least those cool boys can talk, y/n-chan. Can your boyfriend really talk?"
“He can talk. But he doesn't want to talk to you. Why would he talk to fools like you who don't understand the heart and love? He talks when he wants, not when he doesn't want to. Everything is up to his taste. He is aint for none”
Your eyes are filled with anger, but you try not to show it.
“Shut your mouths and keep hunting handsome boys, you jerks! Leave my boyfriend alone! You don't know him! You will never know!”
You quickly drove away from there. You wanted to throw yourself away. It never mattered where. You thought of the attic and you went up there.
You felt a little calm as the fresh air hit your face. You calmed her nerves and kept her eyes from watering.
It wasn't just because you felt the fresh air blowing. When you turned your head, you saw Aone sitting against the view with her back to you.
It couldn't be a coincidence that your boyfriend was here at the same time as you.
“Aone? Were you here too?" you said and you approached him
There was no way he hadn't heard you. Yet he did not react. You knew you weren't supposed to go after him when he didn't want to talk. But you needed to talk too
“It is no coincidence that we are here at the same time. My dumb classmates pissed me off again. I hate when they talk back and forth about you. They don't know that you have a loving heart. Seriously, none of them deserve to see your true personality. People are really cruel and prejudiced…that's why I don't want to make friends. Except for you of course"
Again, Aone didn't react to you. He was just listening to you. He knew that even though he didn't answer you, he could understand your feelings.
"Come on! Will I always talk to your back like this? Okay, I know you don't like to talk. But you don't like talking to me too? I'm literally taking words from your mouth with tweezers"
You sighed and smiled slightly. You turned around and sat down with your back to his
“Well okay. Let's not talk. Then show me a sign of how I can get along with you without speaking."
You rested the back of your head on his back and took a deep breath. Then you turn yourself to the right, face her back, and wrap your arms around her waist. You put your cheek on his back. You could hear her breathing and heartbeat
"Do you know?…I love you. No matter what they say. I'm not ashamed to be with you. Quite the contrary, I'm proud to be your girlfriend. If you're just with me, that's enough for me. I don't want anything else. I don't need any friends but you anyway. Lovers are also like each other's best friend"
Your words must have pleased Aone. You felt the warmth of his hands on your hand. He stroked his knuckles and the back of his hand
“Sit near to me” she said briefly and clearly.
You put your arms around his waist and came over to him. You pulled your knees to your chest and sat down. The Band-Aid on his knee caught his eye
“How was the your knee?”
"Better. For you sticking the tape"
He caressed his kneecap with his huge palm
"Well. I am pleased"
“Do you have practice today?”
He nodded yes.
“Oops! Look at the chance. I also have training. If it wasn't, I would say let's meet in the park at the exit"
“Don't worry, we'll find time to meet up. You go to your training. But watch out. This time, don't fall off the horse"
“I do, don't worry. You do well too. Do well-by to your iron wall nickname"
He took your hand. Your hand looked tiny within his huge hand, and it was literally disappearing. He ran his fingers through yours, she. The warmth of your palm hit your cold palm
“How huge are your hands. Tall people have big hands and feet though. And look at my hand. Lost in your hands" you laughed
While you were laughing, Aone pulled her hand towards her and placed a kiss on it.
You rested your head on his shoulder. His free hand caresses your cheek
"Come on. Lunch break is almost over. Let's go" he said and you stood up
You continued to attend your classes until the departure time. Unfortunately you couldn't meet at checkout and you only wished him a nice and productive workout via text message.
After I came home and had a snack, you went to practice. You loved this job. Both horses and riding them
You took your horse from the stable and rode it, and you were enjoying a workout in the company of your trainer. You felt extremely cool.
I wish Aone could see you on horseback too. You would like him to discover your riding charisma
Then you turn yourself to the right, face her back, and wrap your arms around her waist. You put your cheek on his back. You could hear her breathing and heartbeat
"You know what, I love you? No matter what they say. I'm not ashamed to be with you. Quite the contrary, I'm proud to be your girlfriend. If you're just with me, that's enough for me. I don't want anything else. I don't need any friends but you anyway. Lovers are also like each other's best friend"
Your words must have pleased Aone. You felt the warmth of his hands on your hand. He stroked his knuckles and the back of his hand
“Come with me,” she said briefly and clearly.
You put your arms around his waist and came over to him. You pulled your knees to your chest and sat down. The Band-Aid on his knee caught his eye
“How was your knee?”
"Better. For sticking the tape"
He caressed his kneecap with his huge palm
"Well. I am pleased"
“Do you have practice today?”
He nodded yes.
“Oops! Look at the chance. I also have training. If it wasn't, I would say let's meet in the park at the exit"
“Don't worry, we'll find time to meet up. You go to your training. But watch out. This time, don't fall off the horse"
“I do, don't worry. You do well too. Do justice to your iron wall nickname"
He took your hand. Your hand looked tiny within his huge hand, and it was literally disappearing. He ran his fingers through yours, she. The warmth of your palm hit your cold palm
“How big are your hands. Tall people have big hands and feet though. And look at my hand. Lost in your hands" you laughed
While you were laughing, Aone pulled her hand towards her and placed a kiss on it.
You rested your head on his shoulder. His free hand caresses your cheek
"Come on. Lunch break is almost over. Let's go" he said and you stood up
You continued to attend your classes until the departure time. Unfortunately you couldn't meet at checkout and you only wished him a nice and productive workout via text message.
After I came home and had a snack, you went to practice. You loved this job. Both horses and riding them
You took your horse from the stable and rode it, and you were enjoying a workout in the company of your trainer. You felt extremely cool.
You wish Aone could see you on horseback too. You would like him to discover your riding charisma
You wouldn't fall off the horse like last time. But it didn't turn out the way you think. You lost control of the horse, just as the horse jumped over the obstacle, the reins slipped from your hand and you were blown up.
The last thing you remember was being in the air. You couldn't remember how you hit the ground and what happened after that
You opened your eyes in the infirmary. He was surrounded by your trainer, your fellow riders, and a few doctors.
“How did this happen?”
“Suddenly he lost control of the reins and fell down instantly”
“She walked away from accident. She's conscious. No cracks or cracks anywhere. Just let her rest.”
Luck wasn't really smiling in your face. Just two weeks ago you fell off your horse and injured your knee, and now you're covered in bruises.
This was normal for your trainer. You were still a beginner and you were going to learn by hovering
You're alone with your trainer after everyone leaves
“Yes y/n-chan. Falling off the horse is normal, but you need to be a little more careful. You heard the doctor, rest well. Is there someone to take you home? Do you want me to inform your family?"
You weren't fully sober yet. You had difficulty speaking. It occurred to him to call Aone. must have wondered about you
"No. I hafta call my boyfriend. He can take me home. I don't want to worry my family for nothing"
"Ok. Wait, I'll get your bag"
When he looked outside, it was getting dark. You knew Aone's temper. If he couldn't reach you, he was going crazy with curiosity.
You answered your phone as soon as your coach brought your bag. You saw the screen full of missed calls and messages from Aone.
Y/n…where are you?
Pick up that phone!
Are you gonna make me worried sick?
If you don't response it I'm really going to the police
You immediately called Aone. He picked up the phone instantly. There was fear and anxiety in his voice. Anger stemming from some fear
“Y/n! Finally! Why don't you pick your phone up! I've been calling you for hours! I thought something happened to you, i went through hell and back”
"I am sorry. I didn't want to worry you. But unfortunately I fell off the horse again. This time is worse than before”
"What did you say? Are you ok? I'll come and get you"
You tried to get off the stretcher
“That's why I called you. Please come get me Aone"
“I'm coming right now. I'll be there in a short while" and hung up the phone.
You got dressed and waited outside the training ground. Aone arrived within minutes. You stood up as soon as you saw him.
“Aone…so you got here”
He took her face in his hands and examined the scars on his face.
“God! Don't you ever pay attention y/n?"
He kissed you on the forehead
“It happened in an instant. The reins slipped out of my hands.”
You were dizzy and almost lost your balance.
"Are you ok?" ' she asked, holding her shoulders.
"I feel dizzy. I am not able to stand”
He took you in his arms and hugged you tightly. You lay your head on his chest
“Get some rest. I will call a taxi. Then I'll drop you home"
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Somethings and someones made me Aone fan and this is my first Aone x reader fic
I love him so much, he’s not popular but he deserves to love more
aone was such a puppy f’you, and it never failed to put a smile on your face.
MINORS FEM ALLIGNED DNI
warnings: body worship, inexperienced puppy aone, scent kink, body worship, marking, TOP MALE READER
at school, he was like a little bodyguard for you, tending to your needs, looking out for you, and just being so protective over you.
you loved him just as much, looking out and defending him from any mean people that dare be rude to your gentle giant of a boyfriend. thats what you did today and whenever that happens, aone gets very needy. whenever you two are alone, aone is like a puppy. so cute and cuddly, and verrrry needy
thats where you were now, messily making out on him as his large body sat on your lap. your teeth clashed against eachother as you massaged his hips, telling him to calm down, and that the two of you were alone, with no one else to see. you felt him tense down, before he pressed himself against you, rutting sloppily onto your stomach.
aone let out an inexperienced whine, clearly not used to the pleasure of grinding. his teeth clashed against yours and you cringed at the sound. you pulled away from him, analyzing his blushy face.
“you have to calm down puppy, to make it enjoyable for both of us. we will do all the things you want, yes? so take it slow, we have all the time in the world baby.” aone visibly shivered at the word puppy, and you kept note of that as you continued.
you leaned close to him, smelling his cologne as he stuck out his neck for you. you smiled against his skin before sucking, your hands reaching around his back, each hand around his ass cheeks. you made sure to mark him up real good, all purple and pretty. you wake up sometimes to see him smiling at the marks at his neck
you felt the vibrations in his throat as he moaned into the air, before pawing at the bulge in your pants, trying to see your cock. you chuckled at him before pulling down your pants for him, watching him stare at your cock with admiration. he slipped off of your lap before bringing his large hands to your cock, lightly stroking it to bring it to hardness.
you watched him, putting your hands around his face as you kissed his nose. he seemed to blush more as he got on his knees, bringing his face to your cock. you watched as he took a deep breath of your sweaty cock before lightly licking the side, him having to close an eye because your cock was smacking it.
you shivered, his face felt so nice against your cock, you started to grind aganst his face, rutting against it as you smacked your cock against his face. he sat there, licking and smelling your cock, visibly cock drunk. you watched him gulp before taking your cock inside his mouth.
you smiled at him, sighing in pleasure as he turned red in the face, trying to take your cock down his throat.
that was before he accidentially gagged, scraping your cock against his teeth. tears welling up in his eyes as he thought about how much he disappointed you, plus as a mechanism.
you pulled his head away, sighing softly at his reaction and wiping his tears away, doing so even as new ones began to whell in his eyes. you softly stroked your cock, soothing the light pain.
“m-m’sorry, just wanted to show you how much i like you.” he whispered it softly
“oh baby, you can still show me. you’re so cute and inexperienced, but your oral skills really need work, don’t want you to chomp my dick off! but thats okay baby.”
“you leaned back, signalling him to get on the bed ontop of you. you leaned back, completely nude, and watched as aone licked his lips shyly, eyes trained on your cock, but also bouncing between your abs and chest and thighs. he was just staring at all aspects of you
you smiled, feeling him pounce on you, stroking your cock in inexperience as he licked and suckled at the cleavage of your chest, leaving little red hickies on your skin.
when he was done lapping, he turned to your chest, one hand roughly squeezing your chest, while the other was still jerking you off, your cock starting to leak precum into his palm.
he sat there, before pressing kisses on your chest, being sure to tease and flick your nipples. when he was done kissing and nipping at your chest, he went up your arms and left hickies on your biceps and shoulders, and licking your fingers. for someone so inexperienced, he sure was dirty
you smiled at him, watching as it spurred him on, and continued to do that with the other side. when he was done, he was lightly red faced from the amount of kissing and sucking he did. you watched as his fingers traced the skin and the outline of your abs, before turning to your thighs.
he sat there, pressing kisses and licking at your muscular inner thighs. when he was finally done, his eyes travelled back to your dripping cock. it covered his hand in precum and made a mess on your thighs.
you watched as he pulled his hand away, seeing the threads of precum before licking at his entire palm, taking the slick liquid into his mouth.
when he was done, he turned around, and presented his clean ass to you, muttering. “p-please, show me how good you are.”
Warnings: It´s nsfw, so you can imagine, graphic descriptions of sx.Unprotected. Mentions of a!cohol.
Characters are aged up!
MY MASTERLIST
Parties, the weird social meetings were everyone gets drunk, dances and does stupid shit with their friends.
Tonight wasn’t different from others, the party was held in a house you already knew well, not your first visit, so after a few light shots and dumb dances, you messily returned to a spot that had become your favourite to relax in between the noise and crazyness, a yellow beat down couch, cozy but with a good view of everything so you could keep an eye on your friends.
Smiling, you watched some of them dancing like maniacs, jumping around like they were having the best time of their lives.
Apart from your friends, a lot of known faces crowded the place, people that knew other people but weren´t really close outside groups.
‘‘Y/n!’’Sugawara practically screamed into your ear, his voice as drunk as he was.
‘‘What?’‘you screamed back.
‘‘You want another drink?’‘he managed to say, shaking his full glass of alcohol in front of your face.
‘‘No’‘
‘‘Come dance later, I´ll be over there’‘
In his head, Sugawara probably pointed somewhere that made a lot of sense and not the ceiling, but alas he just giggled and left.
You were just tipsy enough to enjoy things without passing out or not controlling your body, and for now that was the perfect condition.
Kuroo tried to make you dance from afar, but you declined pointing that your feet hurt and actually took your heels off, at the same time someone sat down next to you.
Crossing your legs up and putting a pillow on your lap, you looked to see who it was, finding who your friends called ‘’the stone wall’’, a huge dude with white hair and a quite serious face.
‘‘You got tired too?’‘you asked, trying to start a casual conversation.
He turned to look at you,it surprised you to see his face instantly flushed and Adam´s apple moving when he gulped before responding.
‘‘My friends were bothering me’‘
‘‘Oh, mine do that too’‘laughing, you pointed at Sugawara making stupid faces from across the room.
‘‘They are good players’‘he said.
‘‘You guys are too, I saw you at last week´s match’’
‘’I know’‘
He did?, probably when Nishinoya screamed he looked and saw you cheering for your friends.
Talking to this guy was the equivalent of talking to a wall, and maybe that´s why he had the nickname and not because of his volleyball status.
‘‘What´s your name?’‘a mix of curiosity and finding him interesting made you ask.
‘‘Aone’‘
‘‘Nice to meet you, I´m Y/n’‘
‘‘I know’‘
‘‘You do?’’
‘‘Yeah, Hinata told me’’
‘‘That little tangerine’‘you joked, his face not cracking even a tiny smile ‘’Why is he talking about me to other people?’’
‘‘I asked him, I hope it doesn´t bother you’‘
It didn’t,having in mind you both moved in the same circle he would end up knowing anyway, but it surprised you that he asked specifically for your name when you didn’t cross a word with him before.
“Don’t worry”you smiled “it’s fine”
“I wanted to talk to you for a long time”
Now, picture this, the entire conversation had been and still was, you smiling and him showing no emotion apart from his cheeks slightly blushed.
“Why didn’t you?”
“You make me nervous”
Okay, his face STONE COLD but him saying that, started to get a bit weird, but still not uncomfortable, it actually got you more interested.
“You get nervous around girls in general? It happens to me with being social and all that, but I just drink to be brave and do it”you said, taking a sip of your drink.
“I don’t drink”
“I mean, whatever makes you happy”
“Would you dance with me?”
Quickly, you nodded and got up, offering your hand for him to take and drag him into the crowd of drunk people dancing. At first you stopped and looked at him, expecting a reaction or a move, because honestly he didn´t look like someone who dances and you ended up locking your eyes with his, moving slowly to the rhythm.
His eyes had something misterious about them, for some reason his intense gaze gave you shivers, and not in a negative way, it made you want to kiss him. Blame it on the alcohol.
Now small flashbacks of you and your girlfriends commenting about how you imagined some guys were in bed came flooding your judgement. He had been a topic of those conversations more than once, wondering how his huge size and emotionless face would play part in that case.
Deciding to spice things up, and still blaming it on the alcohol, you shamelessly took both his hands and placed them on your hips in an attempt to make him move with you. And so he did, letting you lead.
He wasn´t such a bad dancer, not good either but who cared, his eyes still locked on yours seemed much more important, like everything else disappeared around you until some asshole passing by pushed you so hard you slammed against Aone´s chest, resulting in him covering you with his arms and tensing up.
‘‘Are you okay?’‘he asked,sounding concerned and pissed off at the same time.
‘‘I´m good, thank you for catching me’‘
‘‘You´re welcome’‘
The smell of his cologne got in your system, butterflies in your stomach as you wondered why the hell this guy had you weak like this. Usually it was the oppostite, you having men weak.
It was a bit pathetic for you, he spoke about three words and didn´t express a single emotion but made you nervous? why?
Putting the pieces together, maybe shooting your shot wasn´t such a bad idea, and if he rejected you then whatever, life goes on.
Forming a small plan in your head, you stepped away from him and looked around, smiling when you found Sugawara right next to you, perfectly placed so you could snatch the shot in his hand and drink it. Your friend didn´t care at all, he smiled and waved at you, going back to dancing like nothing happened.
Aone on the other hand, showed the first emotion of the night, surprise with wide eyes, even more so when you held his wrist and dragged him out of the party and into the nearest empty bedroom.
‘‘Okay now, that´s better’‘you said locking the door ‘’some peace and quiet’’
‘‘Did you not want to dance anymore?’‘ he asked standing still as a rock.
‘‘I wanted to ask you something away from all that’‘
‘‘Okay’‘
‘‘Do you have a girl?’‘
‘‘No’’
‘‘Good’‘ inhaling deeply you gathered courage to keep going ‘‘Do you find me attractive?’‘
‘‘Yes’‘
‘‘Interesting’‘ with a smile on your face you slowly inched closer to him, step by step until your hands landed on his chest and you looked up trying to seem as sexy as the alcohol in you system let you ‘‘do you wanna kiss me?’‘
That last sentence was a mere whisper, sweet honey leaving your lips like music to his ears as he stared in disbelief waiting for someone to pinch him and see if any of this was real.
Aone´s gaze traveled to your lips, shiny and probably delicious with the peach lipgloss he saw you put on earlier that night.
Just before you chikened out from his lack of a reaction, he slammed his lips with yours with such passion that made you melt in his arms, linking your hands arund the back of his neck.
Aone was a dominant kisser, but still sweet and caring, soft with his touch.
‘‘I like how your lips taste’‘he said, one of his hands travelling up to hold your chin up, his thumb putting light pressure on your bottom lip.
‘‘Damn’‘that´s the only thing you said, your mind clouded with how much you wanted him.
‘‘What is it?’‘ he blurted out a half smile for the first time that night.
Cute.
‘‘Nothing, you look hot’‘ your voice was braver now that you knew he wanted you too.
‘‘Damn’‘ he imitated you ‘‘says the most gorgeous girl I´ve laid my eyes on’‘
‘‘Shut up’‘blushing, you pushed him slightly making him sit back on the bed and straddling his lap right after.
‘‘I like you’‘ he said.
‘‘I figured’‘you laughed, capturing his lips again and feeling tough hands on your waist ‘’I think I´m starting to like you too’’
‘‘That´s hard to believe, you´re way out of my league’‘
Who knew this gentle giant would be so insecure?
‘‘Not at all’‘trying to reassure him and make him feel better, you made a trail of kisses from his lips to his neck, biting and kissing the sensitive skin between words ‘‘you know what?’‘
‘‘Mhm?’‘he hummed with a deep voice, his breathing getting thicker.
‘‘My friends and I talk about you guys’‘
‘‘And what do you talk about?’‘ poor Aone tried so hard to focus on the conversation.
‘‘You know, girl´s things, like wondering how some guys are in bed’‘you felt his body twich and sneakily lowered yourself to feel the outline of his dick against your clothed core ‘‘You are one of our favorite topics, so big and misterious’‘
Aone´s grip on your waist tightened in a desperate attempt to move you against him, a deep growl leaving him when you did.
Your words felt like poison, and he knew you wanted to tease him.
‘‘Do you want to find out?’‘he asked, making you leave his neck and look at him.
‘‘Please’‘
The confirmation was music to his ears, before you could blink or react, he put your back against the mattress and towered on top of you, making the size difference much more noticeable now.
His lips were on yours quickly and one of his hands made his way down your body, exploring until he found the hem of your pants and undid the first button, the warmth of his skin brushing your lower stomach.
After a few moments of heavy makeout, Aone´s movements got hesitant and he broke away from the kiss to focus on you.
‘‘Do you really want to do this? we just met, and I won´t judge you if you want to get to know me better first’‘he said, making sure he had absolute consent.
‘‘I do want it, and I plan on getting to know you more after this’‘you answered, caressing his cheek and giving him a sweet smile ‘‘Do you want to do it? I won´t judge you either’‘
‘‘I´ve wanted to for a long time’‘his cheeks got even redder ‘‘And I don´t mean just sex, you know, I asked Hinata your name for a reason so I don´t want you to think it´s just that because I really like...
You cut him off with a kiss, not agressive or passionate but a simple peck so he knew you understood.
Aone´s eyes scanned your face before returning the kiss, deeper and much more exciting when you felt him smile against your lips.
There was something about him, a charm that envolved every sense and feeling in your body so fast it was ridiculous. He got you so distracted that you didn´t notice his hand creeping in your underwear until his big fingers run between your folds stopping to play with your clit. Naturally you gasped, moaning and biting his bottom lip as small shock waves of pleasure controlled your every move.
Just the thought of his fingers inside you was like a fever dream because of how thick they were and let´s not talk about his probably huge dick that you so badly wanted to touch and pleasantly slid down your hand to do so palming him outside his pants, hearing a moan in response.
‘‘Aone’‘you mewled in between moans ‘‘Please do something, I need you’‘
‘‘Let me do something first’‘
His hand left your core and you almost complained until you saw him trying to help you undress and doing the same right after, leaving you fucking speechles at the sight. That would either hurt or be the best hook up of your life.
Aone didn´t give you much time to stare, giving you a quick peck and continuing his way down your body, stopping to bite or suck on his favorite spots, neck, collarbone, nipples, down your stomach and then ding, his tongue gave a tentative lick to your already more than wet pussy. Your legs instinctively spreaded for him and the bastard looked up at you smiling and making sure you focused on his eyes while slowly inserting a finger and moving it in and out slowly, enjoying your reaction and licking your clit again, now applying pressure.
You couldn´t help but tangle your fingers in his hair and closing your eyes letting him do his magic. He truly listened and felt around to see how you were reacting, getting faster and rougher when he heard you almost screaming his name, curling his finger until he found your sweet spot.
‘‘Oh god’‘your voice came out shaky and he moaned against your clit, keeping up the pace.
Was this man really going to make you cum this fast? yes, apparently yes, because one moment your body was shaking with overstimulation an the other you came undone with a loud moan, your chest raising and falling at a rapid pace when he got up to kiss you.
He was so careful, taking time to let you calm down so you wouldn´t be so overstimulated while kissing you and caressing your hip. What he didn´t figure out was that you didn´t care about that, of course it was sweet, but having seen his dick just a few moments ago... you wanted him inside you now.
‘‘Please’‘
‘‘Mhm?’‘he asked not stopping the kisses.
‘‘I need you inside me’‘ with that, he had to stop and look at you.
‘‘I don´t want it to hurt’‘
‘‘I’ll tell you if it does’‘
‘‘Tell me and I´ll stop’‘
You eagerly nodded and observed him get slightly up and stroke his hard dick a couple times before lining it up with your hole and pushing it in slowly. Your attention was now on the beautiful sight of him stretching you out, still you felt his eyes on your face, making sure you were okay.
You were more than okay and raised yourself to kiss him, giving the cue that he was good to start moving.
Aone supressed a deep moan, thrusting rythmically with his hands squeezing harsh on your waist.
‘‘You feel so damn good’‘he managed to say.
His voice sounded almost distant, muffled with the pleasure clouding your brain, eyes tearing up already.
The sound of flesh slapping together and moans quickly filled the bedroom, thankfully you were almost positive no one heard over the loud music outside.
You truly couldn´t understand how Aone managed to make you feel this way so fast, the bastard already found your g spot and as soon as he saw you throw your head back and your face contorting with pleasure, he slammed inside you harder, making sure to get it every single time.
As much as you enjoyed this, he enjoyed the way your boobs bounced and how beautifully you squirmed and moaned under him.
Usually, you tended to be vocal in bed, but it was impossible to speak now, no direction or anything he needed to do it perfectly. It was like he understood your body better than you did.
A few minutes later you could feel an orgasm coming, Aone letting out a deep moan when he felt your pussy clenching around him and your movements getting sloppy, to wich he captured your lips one more time before making you cum on his cock and getting out of you to release himself on your stomach.
Both of you looked a mess, hair everywhere and sweaty.
‘’I´m sorry, let me see if I can find something to clean you up’’Aone said blushing and looking around, coming back in a short moment with a towel and lovingly cleaning you up.
‘’It´s okay, you don´t have to apologize for that’’you smiled for the millionth time that night, and all because of him.
‘‘I know, It´s just...you make me nervous’‘
‘‘Still?’‘
‘‘Yeah, I can´t help it’‘
Sitting up, you got close to his face, stunned that he got shy after what you guys just did. At the same time you found him so cute.
‘‘Are you going to be nervous every time we fuck from now on?’‘you teased, placing a soft hand on the side of his neck.
‘‘And every date we go on’‘he pointed.
‘‘That too?’‘you laughed.
‘‘Yes’‘
‘‘You´ll have me around a lot tho, you know, so it won´t be as hard to not be nervous’‘
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Aone had grown used to people avoiding him. A silent brute, he always noticed when people would go out of their way to avoid him, when they would stare at him with varying emotions, like fear, and morbid curiosity. He felt eyes on him when he would run errands, seeing parents pull their kids closer to them and hurrying away. It hurt when it first happened, when he hit his growth spurt in middle school. He always noticed the awkward smiles he received from his teachers when they first saw him after the summer break, knowing that they had unkind thoughts and decided to keep it to himself. His classmates weren’t so kind. Hurtful words were slung and he found himself isolating more and more, until he felt like he had no one. The only thing he had left was his family and his love for volleyball.
When he graduated and made his way to Date Tech, he was immediately wary of people, but he found himself hovering around the club room for the volleyball team. He had put in his application to the team, and found himself hoping that things would turn out better this time around. It definitely did, with finding teammates who were kind to him as well as patient. They never pushed him to talk, and he would meet their excited motions with his own. High fives, fist and chest bumps and the like were always reciprocated by him, but he often forgot his own strength, hurting his teammates in the process. He would often feel sorry for that, but they never allowed him to feel bad for too long, mumbling a quiet “it’s okay”, or “I’m fine” through their pain. This really showed when they were on the court. Aone would react without thinking, pure instinct fueling his movements, and they would often lead to great blocks, but he would bump into the other blockers more often than he’d like to admit, but every time they would hold onto themselves in pain, they would grunt out pained reassurances, feeling his body worriedly towering over them.
Years later, and it was a lot of the same. He was trying his best to avoid harming his teammates, but oftentimes he couldn’t help but accidentally knock them onto the floor while going in for a block. His teammates were sturdier this time around, so they didn’t clutch their sides or arms in pain, but Aone still couldn’t help but hover over them, concern swimming in his eyes. His teammates would tell him that it’s okay, and would give him bright smiles that would make his worries melt away. He did learn to hold back with how he celebrated with his teammates. His high fives didn’t sting as much as they used to, and chest bumps didn’t knock the air out of his teammates. He would fist bump his teammates after a good play, or lightly punch their arms, and it wouldn’t feel like he was punching the daylights out of them. Even when he slapped them on the back he restrained himself, and he felt happy doing so, knowing that his teammates genuinely wanted him around, and enjoyed playing with him. Not everyone was as kind as his teammates. He would often find himself sitting alone on the train, no one wanting to sit next to him. Even when the train was crowded, the seat next to him remained empty. He completely resigned himself to that fate, until you came along.
It was early in the morning and you were exhausted. Sleep may have been important, but finishing the new season of the show that you’ve been obsessed with was way more important. Every part of you felt sluggish, and it felt like no matter what you drank, you still felt the weight of your exhaustion. Grabbing your briefcase and keys, you made your way to the train station. This route was new to you since this was your first day at this new job, but you tried your best, keeping the directions on your phone. Anxiety crept up on you as you waited for the train. This exact feeling was why you stayed up so late, figuring that you’d watch TV until you were tired to escape those feelings of dread, but it ended up coming to bite you in the butt. Letting out a yawn, you stretched, hoping that the train would come soon.
The station was empty to no one’s surprise. If you didn’t have to be in the office so early, you would definitely still be asleep right now like most people. A robotic voice announced the train's arrival, and you watched as the train slowly pulled into the station. Once it came to a complete stop, you walked in, moving past the people standing around to make your way to the center of the train car. It was kinda crowded, but you looked around hoping to find a seat. Your eyes settled on one, and you walked up to it before turning to the man sitting next to it. He was scary, but he was quiet, and so it wouldn’t be horrible if you sat next to him. Besides, he was so enveloped in reading something on his phone, so you knew that he would leave you alone.
“Is this seat taken?” His eyes bolt up to you in shock, not expecting anyone to ask about sitting next to him, but he nodded, eyes now fixated on your face as you smiled. “Thank you!” He watched as you sat down, and pulled out your phone, leaving him be. It felt exhilarating to him, knowing that someone decided to finally sit next to him. A small part of him hoped that you would be taking this train more often, so he had company on his way to work. Neither of you spoke during the train ride, falling into a comfortable silence.
When the train was pulling into your stop, you stood up gearing up to leave, but so did he. He grabbed his hard hat and tucked it under his arm after he stood up and made his way towards the doors. The crowd practically parted and you took advantage of that, standing right behind him. The moment the door opened, he stepped out and made his way out of the station. You followed suit, but when you got out all the signs almost felt like gibberish. You couldn’t make sense of the street signs, and your directions were confusing, so swallowing your pride, you ran to catch up with the man.
“Hey, um, can you help me out?” He stopped and turned to face you. His stature may be intimidating, but his eyes were anything but. He may have looked calm and in control, but internally Aone was freaking out. First you sat next to him, and now you’re asking him for help? He could barely believe what’s happening right now. “I’m trying to get to this office complex.” Sticking out a small card, you handed him the business card that the interviewer gave you, and pointed at the address. Aone nodded and relief washed over you. So today wasn’t going to be a complete loss. He gestured with his head for you to follow him, and you did, keeping at least a little distance, since he was a total stranger. He understood why you were so far away, but he hoped that you were keeping that distance because you didn’t know him rather than you being scared of him. He would walk along populated streets, making sure that you felt comfortable before stopping in front of a large office building. He pointed towards the building’s number and excitement buzzed through you upon seeing it. “Thank you! You’ve been such a huge help!” You waved him off as you walked towards the office, and Aone couldn’t help the warm feeling buzzing through himself.
After work, you made your way towards the station, but the sounds of construction caught your attention. Your boss did mention a new store being built nearby, but you didn’t realize it was so close, since you couldn’t hear it within the office. Walking towards the sounds, you arrived at the construction site and were staring at the hustle and bustle of the workers, but a head of white hair caught your attention. It couldn’t be, it would be way too much of a coincidence. The moment he turned around, your suspicions were confirmed: it was the guy from the train. He seemed to be packing up to leave, and so you waited across the street. Once he left the site, you ran up to him.
“Hey, you helped me out earlier! I was walking by and realized you were working at the construction site. But you got out, and I was hoping you would walk me to the train station? I’m still not used to the area.” A small smile graced his lips and he nodded before making his way back. You followed suit, but this time you walked alongside him. He still walked along the main streets, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable by walking through alleys. They may be quicker, but your comfort was paramount to him. Once you arrived at the station, you smiled up at him.
“I can’t seem to thank you enough. This whole day has been stressful and anxiety inducing, but you’ve made it significantly better.” You smiled at him, and he was almost blinded by it. Seeing you happy brought back that fuzzy feeling from earlier. He nodded and turned to look away, feeling warmth take over his face. You would have felt like he was ignoring you, but the color of the tips of his ears quickly made you think otherwise. Deciding not to make him blush any further, you looked forward, waiting for the train to arrive.
Once it did, you both made your way in, and you grabbed a seat next to a random man. Aone stood in front of you, holding onto the railing. The guy sitting next to you quickly stood up and moved away, fear lacing his features. Confusion laced your features as you watched the scene unfold, but Aone knew all too well why he practically ran away. Sighing, you patted the now empty seat beside you, and he hesitated before slowly sitting down.
This train ride was silent too, with both of you engrossed in your own phones. There was a little moment where you were writing something down, but Aone ignored it, opting to mind his business. Soon your stop was announced, and as you got up, you turned to look at him, and reached out your hand.
“I hope to see you again soon!” He shook your hand, and you smiled again, before letting go and walking towards the doors. Aone felt the paper that you had placed into his hand, and held on to it tight, afraid that he may lose it. Placing it softly into his pocket, he watched as you left the train once it stopped, returning your wave goodbye with one of his own.
Once the doors closed and the train pulled out of the station, Aone felt a little lonelier than usual for the rest of the ride, the cold air starting to steal the remnants of your warmth from his now exposed leg.
When he arrived home, he opened the paper you gave him, and realized it was your phone number. It almost felt like his face was on fire. Quickly, he put your number into his phone and sent you a text, the excitement of hearing from you easily taking over him.
“Hi, it’s the guy from the train.” Was that too straightforward? Was that a really weird way to say it? Should he have added an emoji or something? Thoughts raced around his head, but the moment a chime came from his phone, those thoughts stopped immediately. He looked at his phone and saw a notification from you.
“Oh thank goodness, I thought you wouldn’t text me! Would make tomorrow morning awkward, right? I’m Y/L/N by the way.”
“Aone.”
You both texted each other back and forth throughout the night, and Aone couldn’t help but feel like he was in highschool again, with a little schoolyard crush. Soon enough it was time for the both of you to go to bed, preparing for your shifts the following day.
Aone woke up earlier than usual, and made his way to work, but he got off at your station instead, setting himself down on one of the benches. He texted you that he was here, and you quickly made your way to meet him. The moment you set your eyes on him a sigh of relief escaped your lips, and you walked over to him.
“Is this seat taken?” He looked up to see you smiling down at him and he scooted over to make space for you. Sitting down, you placed one of your hands on his. “Thank you for walking me to and from work. I’m still getting used to the area. Everything is so new to me and it’s kinda overwhelming. I think you’re the first friend I made around here.” His eyes were stuck on you, and his gaze felt so intense, but it felt less intimidating and more him just focusing on every word you said. How could he not? Your energy felt contagious, infecting him in every sense of the word, but he wanted it. He wanted more. He wanted to know your favorite foods and flowers, if you’re into sports, or what you like to do in your free time. He wanted to know you inside and out.
His wish came true, with each conversation you shared while texting each other, not just at night, but during your breaks, and little moments where you can both catch each other when work lulls, as well as conversations when you’re on the train or walking together. At first you felt as if you were annoying him, the spoken conversations being extremely one sided, but one time you had tapered off as you were walking to the train station, and he stopped walking to specifically tell you to continue talking, and you couldn’t help the feeling that bubbled in your chest.
Aone felt more and more overwhelmed the more time he spent with you, and he enjoyed that feeling. His problem easily became what to do with those feelings. He texted Hinata, seeking advice and Hinata told him to find a common interest and go from there. So he texted you asking if you were into volleyball, which you excitedly responded yes to. There it was, your common ground. Sending you a photo, he told you about a volleyball game tonight. The photo consisted of a ticket for the local team, as well as the address and time. You agreed without very much convincing.
That night, Aone felt nothing but jitters which his team members quickly noticed. Futakuchi was the first person to bring it up.
“Hey big fella, why are you so antsy?” Aone looked down as he stayed seated on the locker room bench. “Is something up?” He shook his head, which left Futakuchi was extremely confused. This was just like any other game. There’s nothing special, since it’s just a regular season match. So if it isn’t the game that isn’t making him nervous it has to be something or someone else making him nervous. Aone quickly looked at his phone and blushed immensely when he read the message from you, just stating that you’ve arrived, and thanked him for the ticket. A lightbulb lit over Futakuchi’s head. “You have a crush on someone don’t you?” Aone’s head snapped to Futakuchi, his eyes wide. A smirk placed itself on Futakuchi’s face. “And they’re coming to the game tonight, right? That’s why you’re nervous?” Aone’s hands immediately went to cover his face but he couldn’t hide how red his ears became. Futakuchi sat next to him and placed a hand on his back. “Dude, relax. Play like you usually do. You’re impressive all on your own. If they aren’t impressed watching you play tonight, they aren’t for you.” Aone looked up to see Futakuchi’s smiling face, and took a deep breath before giving him a small nod.
Sitting in the bleachers, you got a really close seat, since the tickets that Aone gave you were for a special section. It was weird sitting alone when Aone invited you out, but you figured that he gave you his ticket since he couldn’t make it. Or at least you thought he couldn’t make it. The audience quickly settled down, and the match started, but your breath caught in your throat the moment you saw Aone on the court. So that’s why he wasn’t here. You couldn’t help but stare in awe as the teams were introduced and made their way to their sides of the court. It felt like you couldn’t look away as you watched Aone play. He was big but he was fast, easily shutting the opposing team down.
VC Date won the first set, and as they switched sides, Aone made eye contact with you, and you gave him a simple thumbs up and a smile, which he responded with a small smile of his own. Aone felt on top of the world, completely shutting them out this set, and winning the game. His teammates ran to him and jumped on top of him, cheering, and you couldn’t help but cheer as well, the energy of the gym buzzing through you. You called out his name and he couldn’t help but smile. No one usually calls for him in particular, so he couldn’t help but feel happy at the sound of your voice saying his name.
Once his teammates got off of him, he jogged over to you. A simple “stay” came from him, and you couldn’t help but nod, really excited to talk to him about the match. His teammates couldn’t help but watch this interaction go down and decided to bother him about it once they went into the locker rooms. He didn’t mind it at all, knowing that they were bothering him about you.
Once he finished showering, he grabbed his duffle bag and walked out, smiling when he saw you still in the bleachers, completely immersed in your phone, your body contrasting against the emptiness of the gym. As he neared you, you heard his footsteps and gave him a soft smile before standing up.
As you walked back to the train station, you couldn’t help but gush about his gameplay. Hearing you throw compliment after compliment at him made him feel like he was going to die with how full his chest felt, but he didn’t mind, knowing that you could feel the same way he does. Once you two arrived at the train station, you made him an offer.
“We should go and watch a game together! I have family that live in Osaka, so we could watch a Black Jackals game! I try to catch one here and there. We can make it a whole thing.” He nodded at your suggestion. “Yeah, it’ll be nice for us to go together, maybe as a date.” That last part of your sentence was a mumble, and you hoped that he didn’t hear it but the way his face was redder than a tomato, you know he did. “Or not! We could just go as friends, maybe best friends, we don’t even have to go, I need to shut up.” Embarrassment burned through your face, but a quiet sentence came from him.
“It’s a date.” You stared at him in shock before giggling.
“Yeah, it’s a date.” You both waited for the train in a comfortable silence, and when your train arrived, you waved him off, your heart beating so fast you were afraid it was going to beat out of your chest. Aone wasn’t faring any better, immediately shooting Hinata a text about nabbing tickets for next weekend. He was more than willing to get you both the best tickets he could, pulling strings that only he and his teammates could. Before the end of the night he sent Aone a link to two tickets practically front and center, as well as pulling so many other strings without either of you knowing.
When that Friday night came, you had your luggage packed, and met Aone at the train station. It was such a long trip, but feeling you fall asleep on him made him feel so soft. Aone looked up the hotel Hinata insisted you two stay at, even comping the room, and it was super high brow and expensive. The both of you easily felt out of place once you checked in that Saturday afternoon, but Aone immediately felt regret asking Hinata for help once he walked in, seeing that there was only one bed with rose petals all over it. He would much rather stay in a shoddy inn than stay with all of this, scared that you would feel overwhelmed, or that he was coming on too strong. That feeling dissipated once he heard you laugh.
“This is so corny! Tell your friend I said thank you!” Plopping down onto the bed, you marveled at the size of it. You both could lay in it outstretched and still have room between the two of you. Looking around the room, you noticed a large curtain. When you first glanced at it, you thought of it as a simple window, but actually taking the time to look at it, you realize how large the curtains are, covering a big section of the wall. You wanted to take the time to marvel at what lies beyond the curtain, but you were in a little bit of a crunch, having to take a shower before heading to the game.
You took a shower first, leaving Aone to iron out the details of the tickets and how you’re getting to the venue. After your shower, you took one of the robes the hotel provided and it almost felt like you were enveloped by clouds. The sight of you simply in the fluffy robe made Aone internally combust, watching as you came to sit next to him on the bed in almost slow motion. Aone couldn’t get up fast enough, and almost ran into the bathroom, afraid that he would embarrass himself a lot more than he already has. Once Aone hopped into the shower, you got dressed, and sat on the bed, scrolling on your phone while you were waiting for him. It was something almost brainless for you to do, easily letting time pass you by. When the bathroom door opened, you looked up and couldn’t help but stare at him. He only wore a towel on his waist, and his hair was stuck to his face. He was too deep in thought to notice you staring at first, but once he did he froze, not knowing what to do. You both kept eye contact until you squeaked out “we’re gonna be late”, and Aone quickly grabbed his clothes and ran into the bathroom. It felt like every part of you was on fire. It definitely wasn’t an unwelcomed sight, it was just unexpected. The door opened again, and Aone almost ran to get his shoes, and you could feel the awkwardness oozing from him, so you grabbed his hand and smiled, effectively calming him down.
As you two made your way downstairs, a sleek black car was parked outside with someone holding up a sign with Aone’s name. You both climbed into the car, Aone trying his best not to look overwhelmed with how extravagant everything is, but seeing the pure joy on your face made it worth it. When you arrived at the stadium, Aone walked in front of you as you walked towards the gate, and you managed to finally get a glimpse of the number on the back of his jersey. It so happened to match the number on yours. Smiling, you waited until you got into the stadium before telling him that you both matched with your Hinata jerseys without even meaning to. You both laughed about it and made your way to your seats, and once you realized where you would be seated, you felt like a kid in a candy shop. Aone couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at how above and beyond Hinata went, putting little “reserved” cards on the seats, as well as placing vouchers for food at a restaurant near the stadium. You thought it was super cute, and knew that when you were done with the game you would definitely be in the mood for onigiri.
“Whoever you know that works for the team really pulled out all the stops huh.” You nudged him gently and gave him a soft smile which he returned. Soon the game started, and you both were so enthralled that you forgot to speak to each other, your eyes focused solely on the ball. When the sets were over, you both looked at each other and passion raged in your eyes, excited for the next set. When the game was over, and the Black Jackals won, a security guard walked over to the both of you and escorted you to another section of the stadium, and you waited there in silence, excitement fully taking over you. Voices started coming in and you held onto Aone’s hand, the anticipation getting to you. Aone had completely gone above and beyond for this first date, and it felt like he was always one-upping himself. The doors opened, and your jaw dropped when you saw who walked in.
“What do you think Hinata’s friend looks like?”
“I don’t know, but I wanna know about their date.”
“Atsumu, you pig.”
“Aren’t you curious too Omi? Hinata really did pull out all the stops.” The four athletes stopped and watched as Hinata ran to Aone. Aone quickly got up and bowed to Hinata, with Hinata bowing back.
“It’s so good to see you again Aone! I know it’s been a while since I went to visit Miyagi, and Osaka is far, so I’m glad that you made some time to visit.” Hinata turned to you and laughed at your gobsmacked expression. “Aone and I played against each other in high school. He constantly shut me out. His team actually knocked our’s out to go to Nationals in his 3rd year.” You turned to Aone, and he was bashfully rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “I’m excited that he brought you along as well. Aone’s a really good dude, people just tend not to get to know him in the first place. Plus from what he’s said to me, he really likes being with you.” If any merciful god was listening, they would have struck Aone down right then and there. Hinata fully enjoyed messing with Aone, but to divert the attention off of him, he introduced you to his teammates.
“It’s really nice to meet you! You seem really nice!” Bokuto was the first to walk up to you after they were introduced.
“It’s nice to meet you too.” Bokuto loved your response, a huge grin plastered on his face. Atsumu sauntered up to you soon after.
“The name’s Miya, but you can call me any time.” It almost felt like your face was on fire at his words, unable to respond other than staring at him with wide eyes.
“They’re literally on a date right now.” Sakusa rolled his eyes as he spoke.
“Yeah, I know. But it was fun trying to fluster them.” The flames in your face quickly rose to the tips of your ears as Atsumu winked at you. Sakusa shoved him aside, and walked to you.
“Ignore that idiot. He just loves the attention. I hope you enjoyed the game today.”
“I did. It was really fun watching you all!” Collecting yourself, you stood up and smiled. “I’ve been watching games here and there because sometimes I visit family who live around here, but today was unlike anything else. I can easily say that today has been one of the best days of my life.” Hinata smiled at your words. “Thank you. For everything.” Clasping Hinata’s hands you shook them, before turning to Aone. Holding his hand, you looked up at him. “I think it’s time for the both of us to grab some onigiri.” Aone looked down at you, and everyone could practically see the hearts in his eyes. Atsumu yelled out a quick “tell my brother I said hi”, as you both made your way out of the stadium. The sky had darkened by the time the game had finished. The car from earlier was parked in the same place it dropped you off, which you couldn’t help but be grateful for the convenience. Climbing in, you both made your way to Onigiri Miya, the vouchers sitting in Aone’s pocket. Once you both arrived, you made your way to the cashier, and presented them with the vouchers. They quickly made their way to the back, and came out with a man who looked a little too much like Atsumu.
“So you guys got vouchers? Lemme see ‘em.” You handed him the vouchers and a smile came on his face. “‘Tsumu’s so lucky I love him,” you heard him mumble before he took you both to a secluded section of the restaurant. “Usually the place is empty, but I have this section whenever my brother visits so he can eat in peace but I also don’t have ‘ta deal with his fangirls bustin’ down the door to take photos with him. Have anythin’ you want, it’s on the house.” With that, he walked away. You both stared at each other before just ordering a couple onigiri. You both hadn’t realized it, but you both haven’t really gotten a chance to sit down and eat actual food until now, even though it's onigiri. When your food arrived you both tried your best not to inhale it, taking the time to actually sit and enjoy the food. There wasn’t even words exchanged between the two of you, but based on the blissful and satisfied expressions on your faces, no words really needed to be said. After you both finished, you waited for the check to come wanting to at least pay for some of it, but it never did. Instead, Osamu came and shooed you both out of the restaurant, a soft smile on his face. He wouldn’t kill Atsumu for giving out those vouchers this time.
As you both made it back to the hotel, you decided to look at the curtains, and the sight before you was breathtaking. The curtains hid floor to ceilings that looked out to the Osaka skyline. Aone walked to stand beside you, and while you were admiring the city lights, he was too busy admiring how the glow illuminated your face in the best ways, making you look ethereal. Feeling his gaze, you turned to look at him, and he tried to turn his face away, but you held onto the side of his face. You held him with such gentleness, as if he was a glass figurine, ready to break at any moment. No one has touched like that other than his mother when he was young, used to the more rough treatment he was handed since he was “built to take it”. He loved that feeling, knowing that here in this moment with you, he doesn’t have to be strong like everyone knows he is, he could be vulnerable and open, and that with you, he was safe. He easily leaned into your touch and reciprocated with his own. His calloused hands were a stark contrast to your softer ones, but you leaned into his touch too. The both of you stayed like that, before subconsciously leaning in. You could feel his breath on your lips.
“Can I kiss you?” You nodded quickly to his soft question, and he kissed you with such passion it took your breath away. Pulling away, you let out a sigh before he placed a thumb on your bottom lip. You gave it a soft kiss, and smiled at him. In this moment it truly felt as if you two were the only people in the world, and all you could think of was the hope that this would be your last first date. Aone didn’t voice it, but he wished for that as well. Either way, today turned out better than either of you could ever hope, and there was a silent wish in both of your hearts, that there would be many more dates after this one.
a/n: welcome to chapter 3 of thirteen nights of whorror! please read the tags before proceeding - if you think i am missing anything let me know and i'll fix it. this chapter is inspired by frankenstein and his monster. enjoy! feedback is appreciated!
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Thirteen Nights of Whorror MASTERLIST
If there was a fine line between what was ethically right and wrong from your perspective as an assistant to Dr. Futakuchi Kenji, you’re almost certain that you’ve barrelled over the latter side months ago, and this was not helping your case.
Futakuchi’s greatest creation – a mass pile of dead limbs brought back to life, a man of solid muscle, daunting height and lips that stay sealed, only to emit grunts from a face that seems forever etched in a scowl. Aone, he calls him.
He is terrifying, as he is heart-breaking.
It was always going to be an unethical experiment, you knew that, but your arrogance, your wild pursuit of knowledge and legendary status as a scientist was enough to have you running blindly into the arms of Dr. Futakuchi Kenji, a man who toyed with your mind and body as much as he did with his special project.
And after a gruelling three years of trial and error, of late nights pouring over notes and destroying vials, Futakuchi finally got his wish of bringing the dead back to life. This creature - Aone - stood tall and menacing, a tower of terror, looking to his creators for guidance like a lost soul wandering in the dark.
Makes you wonder if he even had one in this form.
Which is exactly what Futakuchi intends to find out.
You can’t say you were an entirely willing party to the new onslaught of experiments the Doctor had lined up. Some were basic – lift a hand here, walk over there, pick up the ball and balance it on your head. Some were outright cruel.
Stick your hand into the flames, Aone.
Stop breathing, Aone.
Kill that bird, Aone.
One command, right after the other. All in the name of science.
But this one seems like a step too far, and you should never have agreed to it.
You lay panting on the leather chaise, a mess of sweat and shaking limbs, a body so hot it almost feels feverish, yet the hands gripping your hips are cold. So very cold. Almost lifeless. But you know Aone better than that. His heart may not beat, but it’s bigger and purer than anyone’s, especially your own blackened heart.
Your walls fight to accommodate his length, a size so huge and long just like the man it belongs to. It’s rock hard in your core, sitting like a stone in your pussy and waiting for the command from his creator to come so it can plunge itself in and out and destroy you once more. You’re dripping wet, cum as thick as treacle oozing out of your cunt and sticking to your thighs in clumps, with a milky ring found at the bottom of his cock.
Your arms are weak and struggling to lift your body off the couch, but you find the last remaining bit of strength you have in you to raise yourself up the slightest and lock eyes with your superior.
Doctor Futakuchi sits before you both with a critical eye, soaking up every expression, every sound, every movement like a sponge and recording them into mental notes to look back on later. His toned legs are spread wide, his trousers pushed down his hips and shirt lifted to show off his abs, and a calloused hand holds his cock up with gentle strokes, the tip a glaring red and weeping with precum that you always adored licking up like the good kitten he always called you.
It’s enough to have you shivering in place, and those big hands on your hips grow tighter as you involuntarily clench around Aone’s dick.
“Mm,” Futakuchi hums. Slender fingers squeeze the base of his cock. “I think this position is much better. Easier on the little doctor, hmm?”
His smirk is twisted and sinful but it makes your cunt burn in pleasure. Oh, how he’s teased you for so long, brought you close and touched you in ways that made you scream only to keep you at arm’s length the whole time, and you fell for his fleeting smiles and his empty promises.
But maybe you were just part of this elaborate plan all along. Another tool to be used for his greatest joy and pride in life – the gentle monster forged by his own hands.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” the brunette asks with a coo that sounds as genuine as the someone telling you the grass was blue. You can only give a croak in response, a weak groan as you involuntarily shift your weight and take Aone’s cock further inside of you. Futakuchi snorts. “Use your words. What about you, big guy?”
Aone remains as silent as ever, yet the deathly tight grip on your waist gives him away; fingers pressing deep into the flesh of your skin, nails just shy of biting into your skin as the subtle rise and fall of a chest hovering over your back keeps you warm. It’s almost like he’s fighting to keep his composure, holding back an unknown energy that’s no doubt been building up for the last few hours as Futakuchi has ordered him to take you in any position he demands.
For science, he says, to see if every part of him is truly alive. For his own sick pleasure, more like.
The Doctors’ laugh cuts through your thoughts like a scalpel.
“Should have known better than to expect an answer from you.”
Aone emits a grunt, a sound that voices his displeasure at being mocked in such a way. You glare at Futakuchi through the haze of lust clouding your senses, but he only smirks at you, finding his own joke endlessly amusing. Trust him to bring a man back from the dead and try to start a fight with it.
“Aww, you think I’m being mean?”
“Y-Yes. You are,” you snap, feeling your legs tingle with restlessness and your knees hurt from the awkward friction of the leather couch. “You are cruel to him. He doesn’t deserve t-that! This whole thing is one big joke. This is wrong.”
Dr Futakuchi’s eyes darken; a darkness you had only seen on nights when his experiments failed him, when his work was torn to tatters and violent storms brewed behind his eyes. He was angry. Betrayal and disobedience from his most trusted, his beloved little assistant, must taste so bitter. He snorts without a hint of amusement, curling his lips up into a feral sneer.
“I’ll show you just how cruel I can be, doctor.” Brown eyes lock with Aone’s. “Fuck her. Hard. And keep your hands away from her clit. If you even remember where it is.”
There’s a beat of silence as the weight of his words descend upon you, but it’s a moment too short to fully prepare for what’s to come as Aone dutifully acquiesces with his creator’s request. Just as he has been made to do.
His cock pulls out at an agonisingly slow pace, and with the sheer size of it you can feel your walls retracting to their original state, clenching around a glaring emptiness that has you whining until the air is ripped from your chest as Aone gives his first, hard thrust and doesn't stop.
It's difficult to gain your bearings when his pace and strength are relentless, hips slapping against yours so heavily you're convinced they'll turn black with the bruising but he doesn't stop. He can't. Forever doomed to do his Master’s bidding, and the assault on your already aching cunt has tears springing to your eyes, unable to blink them away fast enough and avoid having Dr Futakuchi witness the droplets streaming down your face. But he laughs. He laughs at your tears.
You’re scrambling to find purchase on the leather, nails scraping and digging into fabric frantically, but you just can’t do anything but collapse onto the chaise as Aone pounds into you at a brutal pace, one that feels so fucking good despite the roughness of it. And when he adjusts, when he moves his hips ever so slightly, you scream out loud for everyone to hear as his cock brushes repeatedly over your G-spot until you’re seeing stars dance behind closed eyelids and a weird sense of dizziness takes over you.
Aone grunts into your shoulder when you tighten like a vice around him, squeezing hard and not letting up so long as he continues to assault the spongy flesh inside your walls. His cock is so big that when he reaches a hand around your waist to cradle your belly, he feels his member bulging through your flesh, and it drives you insane as you feel your peak build again for what feels like the millionth time that night. Your sex is twitching, it aches, it’s begging for rest, but Futakuchi doesn’t care.
You can tell Aone is getting close by the way his thrusts grow harsher, more abrupt, until you’re nearly falling off the couch, held up only by his strong grip on your body. Through your haze you just about manage to see Futakuchi rubbing himself faster, pumping furiously at his length while your cries and screams get louder as you approach your high.
And he knows you’re close. He’s been with you long enough to know all your tells; the way your eyes roll back into your skull, how your moans come sporadically rather than constantly as they break off in euphoria, the furrow of your brows and the clench of your fingers.
Which is exactly why he uses this moment to speak up again.
“Aone – stop.”
Like a switch that was just pulled Aone’s hips stop immediately. There was no gradual stop, no twitch of his hips – just dead stillness while his shaft pulsed in time with the sad fluttering of your walls that are fighting to find release, to resume the delicious thrusting so you can finally come. The frustrated cry you let out is pathetic, and Dr Futakuchi seems to agree.
“Aww, do you not like that? Did I stop you from cumming?”
“Y-You bastard!” you wail into the seat beneath you, trying and failing to grind your hips and finish the job yourself, but with exhaustion slowing your movements and Aone gripping your hips hard it’s hard to fall over the edge even though you’re right fucking there.
Aone doesn’t seem to be faring any better. Were it not for his face shoved into the crook of your neck, you would have missed the little whines of displeasure that rumble out of his chest, and your heart aches for the torture he must be feeling as well.
“Do you want to cum?” Dr Futakuchi asks, and the speed you nod your head is embarrassing. He doesn’t seem satisfied, though. “Say it.”
“I want to cum so bad, please please just- let me cum!” You’ve been through this song and dance for the past few hours now – you’re not about to let your pride get in the way now. Anything to shut him up and let you find satisfaction. But he shakes his head no as the thumbs the tip of his dick, hips jerking and teeth gritting.
“As much as I like to hear you beg, that’s not what I was looking for.”
You look at him in confusion. He narrows his eyes in contempt.
“Say that this is the right thing to do. That I was right all along. This is for science, after all. My- our breakthrough is going to change the world.”
He sneers down at you as he rises to his full height, wandering over to wave his cock in your face tauntingly. You bite your lip, shake your head.
“N-No…”
Dr Futakuchi shrugs.
“Then you don’t get to cum. I’ll order Aone to exit the room, and I’ll leave you here alone. But admit that I was right, and you’ll get what you want.”
Thoughts of having to lay here all night, body spent but unsatisfied, has you panicking, and though the words are like acid on your tongue, you know in the end that these are only words to appease the monster before you.
“You…” swallowing hard, you avoid his gaze, staring at the science award you won years ago that he hung on the wall for you. It almost laughs at your misfortune. A top scientist brought down to her knees, so weak, so compliant. “Y-you were…right…”
Silence. Those three words are all he will get from you. All is quiet for a moment, until the doctor laughs again.
“Good girl,” he sighs, and moves to pat your face condescendingly, and it’s cruel how it sends a beat to your core. “Was that so hard?” Eyes move from yours to Aone’s.
“Resume. And this time play with her clitoris until she tells you to stop.”
Aone doesn’t need to be told twice. Maintaining the same angle and speed, your orgasm begins to build much faster now, especially when thick fingers rub over your bud with great speed. You scream above the obscene sound of your wet pussy gushing around Aone’s cock, above the hisses and grunts of Dr Futakuchi as he jerks himself off right in front of your face.
All it takes is two more thrust to have you squirting around Aone’s member, mouth dropping open and drool spilling out the corners of your lips as you finally orgasm, a rush of heat spreading from your head to your curling toes. It’s heavenly as it is painful to reach your peak once more, body so terribly overstimulated that tears fall down your cheeks in streams. The suddenness of your orgasm cause Aone to cum with you, shooting more and more loads of useless cum into your womb and filling you up. It’s just as well – he can’t get you pregnant with that kind of semen.
Futakuchi takes advantage of your open mouth and surprises you by pressing his cock into your mouth and spilling his seed down your throat while you fight to swallow it down without choking.
He sighs in satisfaction, thrusting lightly into the warmth of your mouth and smiling down at you with such sweetness you’re almost inclined to believe it was genuine in your post-orgasm haze.
“See how easy things are when everybody just does what I tell them to?”
He tuts as he crouches down to be eye level with you. His kiss is firm and as mind-blowing as the first he gave you many months ago, and you hate yourself for being so terribly in love with this monster of a man.
“Aone, go back to your room. You’re done here.”
Futakuchi kisses away your tears and silences your whimpers as Aone finally exits you, walls clenching around air and caught between wanting to be full again and enjoying reprieve. But it seems as though you don’t get to relish this moment for long.
Aone doesn’t make a sound as he leaves the room, only eyes the way your fingers stretch out to him with a sadness in his dark orbs, but unable to do anything than listen to his Master, closing the door behind him with a finality that makes your heart sink, especially when you look back to see Futakuchi removing his shirt and shimmying his pants down his lithe legs.
“Now, I think it’s my turn to do some experiments up close and personal. Wouldn’t you agree?”
You say nothing, and bury your head in your arms as cum pours out of your awaiting pussy.
.
.
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You gulp down your bottle of water as if it was the first drop you’d received while lost in a desert, the bottle nearly crushing under your grip as you keep chugging until you hit the very last drop, swallowing it down with haste and relishing the coolness of it running through your body.
Your whole body aches; your legs are cramping, your back is arched awkwardly, not to mention the massive dick that’s been hammering into you for the past few hours, only stopping if the script demands it or if it’s time for a break like now. You’re grateful for the breather, for the fan placed directly in front of you to cool you down, for Aone’s gentle hands that massage your sore hips and thighs as he slips out of you for the duration of the break.
But you loathe Futakuchi for messing up his lines nearly every take so far and prolonging this entire affair. Sex was good, great even, depending on the person you’re with, but sex for four hours while filming fancy porn was not. You hate yourself even more for demanding the perfect shot to be taken, for using the most artistic lighting that make you sweat out of every crevice with the heat they emit, for writing this damned script to begin with and casting Futakuchi Kenji of all fucking people.
The man was hot as fuck and had a good dick but good grief were you so over this already, and you haven’t even begun to feel satisfied with any of the takes you’ve filmed.
The brunette in question gasps loudly as he finishes his own bottle of water, tossing it over carelessly to your sound tech who looks ready to throttle him for the disrespect. You don’t blame her.
“Damn, this is so tiring. Who knew porn would be hard work?”
Aone’s hands still from their soothing motions on your aching muscles, shock evident in all of his minor movements, and you match his bewilderment with a lot more anger than him. The audacity of Kenji to complain about how hard this is when all he had to do was memorise his fucking lines and jerk off.
He narrows his eyes at you. “What?”
“How do you think I feel, asshole?! Or how Aone feels?”
“Uhh, pretty good? You’re getting fucked and he gets to do it. Dunno what the problem is,” he snorts, but blanches at the sight of two dark glares pinning him down, feeling the weight of the judging eyes of the crew boring down on him as well.
He stutters, before falling silent and sitting on the couch like a chagrined lap dog.
“I’ll remember that,” you say threateningly as your makeup is touched up before the cameras are rolling again. “I’ll remember those exact words the next time we have sex. We’ll see how you like it when I bring out the strap and fuck you for four hours straight.”
“H-Huh?!”
“You heard me. Now get back into position for Scene 5 - and please, for God's sake, remember your lines!”
