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With the turn of the season, the days had gotten shorter and colder night by night. The brown leaves that littered the streets skittered about your feet, blown away by a thin wind - the same wind working its chilled fingers through the thin stockings on your legs. You cup your hands around your mouth, blowing hot breath into them, trying to warm numb fingers.
You can't say you hadn't been warned about the weather. The roommate that had been assigned to share a room with you had always been anal about being prepared for anything, and she had offered her gloves, scarf and hat, but you had refused sure that you would be gone for only a few minutes. The walk to the convenience store had taken longer than you were used to, having forgotten about it being the weekend. People loitered through the streets in front of bars, food stands, and unfortunately, in front of your dorms, already getting drunk with a much-needed respite themselves. Truly, it wasn't your fault that you had forgotten - you were swamped with finals and studying. The weekend was no excuse for you to take a break, but you had forgotten to stop to eat anything. Or check the fridge. Which was now empty due to your neglect.
Going to the convenience store was putting off the inevitable trip to the grocery store, but you're hungry now and didn't want to shop with your stomach furiously growling at you. The store could wait a day. Besides the cold, the walk was beautiful - even if your legs that had started to burn with effort climbing the steep hill to the convenience store wanted to refute that. The sky had darkened from its bright autumn blue to a dark purple, and a deeper blue had started bleeding into that purple. Cold stars had started to dot the dark sky, and the leaves that still clung to the trees contrasted with their deep oranges and bright yellows. A deep sigh revealed your breath in the cold air, spurring you to hurry along to the warm lights that had appeared just over the crest of the hill you had been climbing.
You shuffled inside, the warmth enveloping you like a welcome hug. Knowing what you're here for, you wave a quick hello to the clerk you're familiar with and head straight to the packaged food, looking for the dehydrated noodles. Grabbing several days worth, you start to head for the cold drinks when you hear the ringing of the bell announcing another customers arrival. You don't know what makes you look - an innate curiosity, intuition - whatever it is, you see a figure that's suspiciously familiar to you. One that dates back to your high school days.
Thick chocolate hair bobbed in a messy bun that could be seen well over the top of the aisles, and when the figure turned - your suspicions were confirmed. Azumane Asahi - also known as The Ace, Man Bun, Goatee Guy - the last of which was probably still true, as you see he's still sporting the goatee. Its easy to recall the first time you had seen him. You had followed your school's volleyball team on an away game to Karasuno High, hellbent on getting Oikawa's attention - but with so many other girls vying to do the same you settled instead for watching the boys go at it on the court. It was easy to focus on your own team, they were the entire reason why you were there - but then you saw him, and Oikawa was but a distant thought left to wither into oblivion.
Despite his tall stature, scruffy face, and the way he carried himself during the game his demeanor was shy and sweet. You could see it in the glances between him and the Crow's number four. You could see the frustrations that would flit across his face everytime something went wrong - how everyone else could see it too and would take advantage of it, furthering those frustrations. You recalled the words you had accidentally said out loud - "How fun", a hand to your lips, legs clenching with thoughts of frustrated moans.
You learned later that after that game, he had quit playing volleyball altogether. Not that it mattered anyways, the two of you attended different schools and men were always consumed with thoughts of their sports anyways. Like Oikawa, thoughts of Asahi had drifted into oblivion. It hadn't mattered til now, because now in Tokyo of all places he stood in front of you, large hands running through that impressively long hair. Subconciously you had made your way over to him and now he's looking down at you out of the corner of his eye, waiting - so you say the first thing that comes to mind.
"I used to go to Date Tech." you blurt out, instantly embarassed. Now he's facing you, hair back in its trademark bun, a soft smile on his face - almost apologetic.
"Ah. Whose fangirl were you? I think I still have everyone's number." He's pulled out his phone, scrolling through something, but you place a hand over the screen, forcing him to look back at you.
"Yours." You say it so softly its almost a whisper, and enjoy the sight of the light blush that graces his cheeks.
The cold drinks that had been bundled in your arms fall to the ground and you rush to pick them up, heat lining your cheeks. Without thinking, you bend over at the waist, a breeze the only confirmation that you need that you've just flashed your panties to the entire store. Dropping the rest of your items, you rush to pull your skirt down. Why had you picked today of all days to motivate yourself to study harder by "looking cute"? A chuckle makes you look up, but Asahi is looking towards the ceiling, a true gentleman. Looking around, you see there are other customers milling about, and you're sure that it was probably one of them that the salacious chuckle had come from.
It takes a few moments to pick them up, and by the time you stand up, he's gone. A disappointed groan leaves you before you can stop it. You had confessed to a years old crush, flash him your panties (even if it was on accident) and he leaves? How embarassing. You check out with your drinks and snacks, then leave the convenience store, looking into the now fully dark sky. Since the sun has left, so has any semblance of warmth, and you shiver as you try to huddle deeper within your jacket. A jacket that had a broken zipper, making you struggle between keeping the jacket closed and keeping your goods clutched in your hands. You stop for a moment to adjust your stockings, then head back down the hill back to the dorms.
Though you had only been inside the convenience store for a few minutes, drunk people milled about almost as brain dead as a movie zombie - except their penchant for groping was infinitely worse than a bite. You bounce on the balls of your feet and bite your bottom lip thinking, before you slip into an alley that should be dark enough to hide you from the growing crowd.
Your steps echo off the lonely walls, not that you notice. Nor do you notice the growing shadow that creeps behind you, or the footsteps that fall in line with yours. Your thoughts are consumed with thoughts of shy smiles and and long fingers. You only notice something is wrong when the double steps stop, but you can't place the wrongness of the sound. You stop to look at your surroundings, and with nothing seeming to be amiss, you clutch your bags a little tighter to you and take off again.
Its hard to see in the dark alleys, and so you can't say what snagged the plastic bag holding your goods, all you know is that its ripped and your drinks are soon spraying everywhere and the bowls of dried noodles are rolling away into dark crevices. A frustrated shriek slips through your teeth, and soon you're on your hands and knees searching for your things. Your stomach growls at you, and you're reminded all over how hungry you are.
Something nudges at the back of your leg, and you screech in fear, spinning around to find - a bowl of noodles thats rolled up against your leg. You sigh, and gather the only item that can be salvaged and hurry as fast as you can towards the nearing light. You're nearly to the street when you feel something hit your foot. You look down, and freeze to find one of the missing bowls of noodles at your feet.
"You forgot something back there." A deep voice calls from the cover of darkness. The same voice that you had talked to only minutes before.
Shoulders sagging in relief, you take a step towards his voice. A hand caresses your cheek, and you lean into it, not expecting to be slammed against the wall behind you - that once soft caress now brute force against your neck. The combination of the hand on your neck and your body slamming into the wall has you gasping for breath, and that's when you can see Asahi lean in, a new look on his face. A look of want, all hints of softness gone, replaced by feral need.
Uncaring - but not disinterested eyes peer down on you as you struggle to breath, chest heaving in panic, eyes filling with tears. His lips part as he licks them, and the action somehow terrifies you more than you were just moments ago. Your hands scrabbled at the hand holding you down, but Asahi had retained his strength from years of working out and playing volleyball. He laughed at your futile efforts.
"You know, if you hadn't run back there, I wouldn't have chased you. You could have just gone home, even though you teased me." His free hand had made its way to the bottom of your skirt, a finger tracing the top of a stocking. His eyes left your face in favor of the chest that was now bared to him, the broken zipper now causing you a disadvantage. A cry breaks free from you as soon as he's distracted enough to release some pressure on your throat, and he laughs at your attempts to call out for help with your hoarse voice.
"Do you know why I choose alley's for this? Because on the weekends, not only are these strangers too drunk to notice, they just think that people are just being a little extra freaky in public. Its easier to get away with...this." He sweeps a hand over your body.
The words strike a cold bolt of fear in your heart as you comprehend what he's saying. "You've done this before?" you choke out. He's increased the pressure enough to hold you in place, but its not enough to not let you talk. He laughs, and that's answer enough.
The fingers that had only been tracing the top of your stocking slowly trace a path up underneath your skirt, and you squirm to get away from him. His hold on you tightens, and you look at those feral eyes, narrowed at you almost angrily.
"No no no, we can't have that now can we? After all, you were basically begging for this just a few moments ago, remember?" He leers down at you, his warm honeyed voice a distraction. His fingers have made their way to the top of your panties, and he snaps the band against you. Laughs, as you kick a leg out at him, missing. He takes the opportunity of your missed kick to catch your leg, hitching it up and holding it against his hip, pressing himself against you.
Your squeal soon turns into a cry as you feel how hard he is, how he's pressed against your most sensitive spot. The hand around your neck turns gentle as it releases its hold on you, and travels over your bare skin of your chest - only to turn violent as soon as it touches the fabric of your shirt. There is an audible rip as Asahi tears your shirt from collarbone to navel, leaving your bare skin to pucker in the cold wind.
"Listen to you you little slut, you're begging for this," he croons as he bends down and you feel his hot breath over your neck and now bare shoulder. "You're my fan, I know you want me." There's a trace of laughter in his words and you know he's making fun of you. Angry tears create tracks down your face and you lunge at him while he's within your reach, latching onto his neck with the force of an angry dog.
Stars bloom in your vision and you're dazed before the pain hits. Your hands drop to your sides as you try to process what just happened, and Asahi takes the chance to flip you around. Your cheek scrapes against the rough brick of the building and you shiver at how cold it is. His hands warm your chilled skin as they roam over any exposed part, until they arrive at your breasts. He isn't as rough as he was just a moment ago, taking his time to free your breasts from their restraints.
Your nipples have stiffened against the cold wind, and you bite your lip to keep from groaning as he teases them. You can hear his heavy breathing as he softly twists and tweaks your nipples, slowly getting rougher with them. You don't notice that your breath is coming out faster, heavier, until his lips touch your ear and you hear him murmur to you, "So you do like this after all" and you can't deny the pool of heat that's started to warm you from the inside out. "N-no, I don't" you manage to stammer out and you struggle to get free again, not caring about your half naked state.
In the process of trying to push away from the wall, you've pushed yourself against him and you can feel how hard he's gotten. You can feel the length of him, the girth - his pants hide nothing from you and you gasp in fear of him coming anywhere near you, swinging a fist behind you trying your damndest to connect to anything. It takes seconds for Asahi to grab the hand you've tried to swing at him, and then the other that's braced against the wall, mostly holding your body away from the cold wall - only to pin them together above your head. His hands are so large they easily hold both wrists at once, no matter how much you struggle to pull them away.
His free hand has made its way back under your skirt, which offers you no protection against him. "You know, if you didn't want attention, you wouldn't have dressed like this. Its like you're literally begging to be touched." he says, as his fingers slip into the crotch of your panties. He laughs as his fingers glide against your lips, unwillingly wet from the nipple play. "You're so wet already, and I barely had to do anything - you must really be a big fan, huh?" He slides his leg between yours, forcing them apart, and pushes your torso forward forcing your ass to stick out. "Please Asahi - don't do this, I - I'm not ready. It'll hurt. Please." Your plea has come out in rasping breaths, and you can hear the frown in his voice as he answers you.
"Aw, you aren't ready for me? Why don't we remedy that?" There's no chance to respond before he slides your panties to the side and plunges a finger inside you. A cry escapes your lips, but he only takes it as encouragement and adds a digit to join the first. Its embarassing how wet you already are, to the point that you can hear the noises made as Asahi plunges his fingers in and out of you. The pace is brutal, and does absolutely nothing for you. He stops pumping his fingers to scissor his fingers inside of you, but stops as you stiffen when he hits that sensitive spongy spot he had so far been missing. He waits until you've stopped clenching around him, then scissors again, noting when you clench around him again.
"Ah, so that's your secret spot huh? I think I know how to get you ready for me now Princess." He takes advantage of the spot, pressing his fingers against it in a constant beat. Your breath has come out faster now, and you can almost ignore the bite of stone against your skin, the panting of your need replacing the fear you had felt only moments before. Your only focus on the need building in your clenched cunt.
He stops only moments before you cum, and you don't know whether to scream or cry. He withdrew his fingers from you entirely, and you sobbed as you pushed your ass out towards him, embarassed to be begging for an orgasm. "Do you think you're ready for me now? After all, I already almost made you cum on my fingers alone. Think about what this cock could do for you."
You refuse to answer him, head hanging in shame at the thought of your pussy chasing his fingers after he had refused to let you cum. The sound of his pants being unzipped sets your heart off at a stuttering pace, not ready, not wanting what was to come next. Your legs clenched together, but it was useless against his muscular thigh which easily thrust them back apart.
He doesn't waste time sliding your panties down, instead pulling them to the side again. The head of his cock glides through your folds, and you rut against him as he teases your clit. The loss of your previous building orgasm has you needy, wanting. He groans as just barely slips inside of you and you tense against him. "It'll be easier for us both if you just relax Princess." he says, as he starts slowly thrusting into you. The threat of the size of him was nothing compared to how he felt inside you, stretching you in a way you'd never been stretched before. It takes a few moments before he's fully sheathed inside you, the burn of the stretch almost too much for you to handle. He finally releases your pinned wrists and both his hands travel over your body, stopping to knead your breasts and painfully pinch your nipples, before finally settling on your waist. He starts to fuck you, not letting you adjust to his size. Your hands remain where they are, trying to brace yourself as he pounds you into the wall.
Its hard for you to keep yourself quiet, hard to admit that this feels good. Asahi's fingers dig into your hips as he pulls his cock out of you, only to snap it back inside of you, forcing you to cry out. "That's right, let me know how much you want this cock Princess -" his voice cuts off as you clench around him, your pussy finally starting to adjust to the size of him. Asahi doesn't bother to mask his grunts and moans as he fucks you, catching the attention of strangers passing by. Finally - you think, but your relief is short lived as laughter meets your ears. "Get a room you two!" Angry tears come to your eyes, but Asahi takes this chance to show off, and angles himself in a way that presses himself against your most sensitive spot. You cry out as he fucks you, the fullness and stimulation forcing that heat in your belly to finally grow.
Asahi snakes a hand from your waist to the still clothed pussy, slipping a hand inside. His deft fingers find your clit and trace lazy circles over the sensitive digit, causing your knees to buckle. The other hand that remains on your waist helps support you as you struggle to stand. Finally, finally the brutal pace that Asahi has set starts to become uneven, and you moan in relief. "You close Princess? Want me to fill you with my cum? Want me to fuck it into you?" His words seem to excite him and the hand in your panties now move at a more frantic pace.
His words douse the heat that had been building inside you, and you struggle to pull away from him. He takes it as encouragement and fucks you faster, the head of his cock bruising your cervix with force he's using. His thrusts slow, and you feel his cock start to pulse as he releases hot ropes of cum, filling you. He stills entirely, panting into your ear from the exertion of fucking you. Finally his breathing slows and you feel his cock start to shrivel.
He pulls his cock from you, quickly replacing it with the underwear you're wearing. "Can't have any of that leaking out of you now can we?" he says, gripping your panties in his hand, pulling it tight between your soaked folds. You cry out at the roughness, and he turns you to face him pushing your back against the wall. He traps you between his arms easily while you gather the remaining material of your shirt to cover yourself with.
"Next time you want a little fun, wear those stockings again. I'll find you."
You sink to your knees as he pushes himself away from the wall and walks away from you, adjusting his pants as he goes. A hand drifts to your aching cunt, and you hear him call out to you. "Don't you dare."
You look down the alley to see him staring down at you, eyes feral. "You're mine."
It takes you awhile to collect yourself before you can walk home. You ignore the stares, the offers of help. Ignore your roommate as you walk into the room and slump into bed. Your fingers keep returning to your abused pussy, running over the swollen lips, playing with the cum thats managed to leak out. You ache as you stand, your arms sore as you change your clothes into something warm. Its too much to walk to the bathrooms this late at night. You'll shower in the morning.
The next morning as you get dressed, your eyes return to the pile of clothes that lay next to the bed. You hesitate before making a decision.
As you leave your dorm to go to your classes, you shiver at the wind that caresses your legs. The thin stockings offer little protection against cold autumn winds.