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Everyone knew you were Aiku’s biggest fan, your parents, your family, your friends- hell, even the Ubers team fans knew your user and mentioned you often in the team subreddits. Everyone knew you were his biggest fan; except for Aiku himself.
Aiku lived a busy life, never a moment of peace outside of the field, and when he did get any time, he spent it with prostitutes and girlfriends with half baked relationships, wanting to get quick moments of pleasure out of it before moving on. So unfortunately, Aiku wasn’t very aware of your existence, or your dedication towards him as a person; he had thousands of fans all around the world, what was one more?
Despite this, you never really tried to get Oliver Aiku’s attention more than you did, understanding he was a busy man, you let summer slip through and into fall, you were filled with the familiar excitement of soccer season, knowing you were going to be able to watch Aiku on the field more often again. Absentmindedly, in your excitement you had entered into a raffle for a single person ticket to an Ubers game, not thinking much of it as you submitted your name to the subreddit poll, too giddy with anticipation for the games this season. But perhaps you should have, as time passed and you received the life changing email, that you had won the raffle.
You had been sitting in biology, dazed and bored to death, trying not to die as you stared at the wall, feeling your consciousness slip from your soul as the teacher in front of the class commanded you to open your computer. And it was then, when you pressed the enter key after your password, you saw the open tab to your email, with the headline catching your eye.
“Congratulations Ticket #90271, user @aikusbiggestfan, you won the giveaway!”
Your pulse quickened and your heart raced, you let out a loud squeal in class, not caring for your classmates reaction as you kicked your feet back and forth in disbelief, over the moon that you had won. When you had returned home from highschool that day and told your parents the news, they immediately congratulated you and offered paying for your ride to the stadium, your mother cooking a large meal to celebrate you winning such an opportunity.
However, now you were left with so many questions, what were you to wear, should you ask a friend to come with you, what if Aiku was signing things that day, then what were you to bring? You flopped onto your bed, belly full, mind racing with millions of thoughts a second, all with a huge smile on your face, so incredibly happy you were able to see your Idol; Oliver Aiku, in the flesh.
You crossed off calendar squares, day by day, until finally- Game day. You had woken up early, completing a ritualistic like self care routine as you thought about one person and one person only: Oliver Aiku. You wondered what he’d look like up close, how much cooler his game skills would be in person while you lathered soap in your hair, trying to ignore how intimate and inappropriate the moment felt, subtly grooming yourself in ways, hoping, that maybe, just maybe, if Oliver Aiku looked your way; his gaze would linger.
You slipped on a set of denim shorts and a signed jersey you received last year for your birthday with a smile, basking in the shirt that had Aiku’s messy cursive across the front of it. The longer Aiku stayed in your mind, the more heat flooded your system, pressing your legs together as you got into your parents car, preparing to leave, trying to not draw attention to the fact that you were turned on by the man you were about to watch play soccer.
I have to be on my best behavior today. You thought as you rubbed your thighs against each other more, sighing frustratedly at the fact that you were so worked up and you hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet. Your gaze lingered outside the window as you watched the buildings pass by you, slowly zooming past you as the car you were in drove past everything in your town.
It was roughly mid day when you arrived at the stadium, hundreds of people pouring in at a time while advertisements and music blasted over the loud big screens.
Your parents had dropped you off, and been gone roughly an hour as you got checked in; the overwhelmed teenager working concessions begrudgingly scanning your ticket before letting you in to the stadium seating area.
To say the stadium was huge on the inside was an understatement, hell, it could house a ten thousand people and then have room for some. And in the humongous area, on the field, warming up, was your favorite all time player: Oliver Aiku. You watched from your seat with anticipation as he stretched, ran, and prepared himself for the game to come, you swallowed hard on your saliva as you felt your face heat up watching Aiku like this.
As the match started, you set on the edge of your chair, clutching your jersey at the hem and watching intensely as Aiku played against PXG, the ball being passed between players at intense speed constantly, never catching a break as goal after goal, each team went up a peg.
However though, in the end of it all, PXG ended up winning, not after Aiku scoring a goal at the end in an attempt to even it. You felt defeated and slumped as you watched the grim and depressive players walk off field. As you watched Aiku begin to turn around, you felt your stomach lurch and you knew you had to do something as his biggest fan.
So you did something you knew you could and ran, you sprinted and pushed through the angry crowd of Ubers fans, you squirmed and snaked through to the lower level where a mob of angry and demanding fans were. Pushing your way through to the gate separating the public from the players, you clutched the metal bars and exclaimed with lungfuls of air.
“Aiku! Oliver Aiku! Over here!” You screamed, desperately trying to get Aiku’s attention over all of the other fans trying to do the same. However though, in some form of a miracle, Aiku turned to face you, quirking his eyebrow before approaching you with a confused and entertained expression, watching you push away the crazy mob members who were shoving and kicking as they watched Oliver Aiku walk towards the fence. Seeing him feet away from you, you felt your heart pound out of your chest as you exclaimed breathlessly from the tussling
“Mr Aiku…I’m your biggest fan.”
Aiku was beyond bewildered as to how his team has lost the match when he heard the familiar sound of the referee whistle blow, he ran his hands through his messy hair with a heavy sigh as Aiku watched his teammates retreat to the locker room; defeated and humiliated. With a frustrated grunt, Aiku turned to follow, brain flooded with ways he could’ve prevented their team from loosing when he turned to the direction of the fans, and that’s when he saw you.
A teenager, no older than 16, shoving and screaming at the fans who shoved her further against the protective fence, Aiku watched as she screamed out his name, obviously trying to get his attention while battling for enough room to breathe with the other people who had come to watch the Ubers game.
Curious as to what you could possibly be screaming about, Aiku walked over to the fence, watching your eyes follow him with an excitement he knew all too well from his fans.
“———“
Hearing you breathe out a sentence he’s heard one two many times before, Aiku rolled his eyes. His biggest fan? Really? As if Aiku hadn’t heard that from the dozens of women that climbed their way to his bed…but something about the vigor and passion in your eyes told his gut that you were different.
So, with a large breath, Aiku barked at the pushy bystanders angrily. “Hey! Back up, you’re gonna suffocate the poor kid!” Oliver Aiku commanded to the crowd, waving security over to move them away, watching as you nearly collapsed to the ground, your shirt clutching the shirt you were wearing- his signed jersey, now that’s something you don’t see every day.
“Really? Biggest fan huh? What makes you think you’re my biggest fan?” Aiku asked with a halfhearted chuckle, security collapsing the gate between him and the teenager, you. Aiku’s hands grabbing your arms firm enough as he helped you up, allowing you to dust yourself off momentarily and watching as you looked up at him with an awestruck expression, a cute one if you asked Aiku.
“Well- Sir, Aiku, I-I’m in charge of your fanbase sites, I help moderate them, my username is known by almost everyone! I own several of your jerseys, I know almost every goal you’ve ever scored!…Not including today, of course.” You word vomited in front of Aiku, eyes shimmering with adoration while a faint blush painted your soft face.
“Wow…guess you’re really dedicated then huh?” Oliver Aiku mused, refusing to admit that he was at least, in the slightest impressed by you. The way you stood there, panting, smiling, and rambling on about his certainly did do wonders for his ego, especially after a lost game, so Aiku didn’t necessarily stop entertaining your fangirling.
Feeling the sweat dry on Aiku’s neck however, reminded him that he still had other things to tend to, but having you here gush over him was certainly helping. So with a mental ‘Fuck it’, Aiku turned to you and asked with a grin “Wanna keep talking to me while I head back to my room? I can get ya a signed jersey and everything kid.”
As soon as the words left Oliver Aiku’s mouth, you felt your heart slam out of your chest as you agreed. “Yes! Absolutely!” You gasped and exclaimed, clasping your hands together happily as Aiku slowly escorted you off the field.
It was weird, walking past all of the normal people just like you- staying glued to Oliver Aiku’s side as the two of you reached the exit of the stadium, a large black car parked on the outside. You winced when you stepped outside, being met with the flashes of cameras and lights, loud news reporters shoving to get questions in with the team captain of Ubers: Oliver Aiku.
“Mr Aiku! How do you feel about loosing as team captain?!” “Oliver Aiku, what do you have to say about allegations that your team’s members were being careless on the field?” “Oliver Aiku!”
The voices crowded and crammed in your brain as the two of you walked, making you glance up at Aiku at some point, noticing his careless behavior and persona for the news reporters and their questions. But as the two of you walked, one particular question stuck out, making Aiku pause in his tracks.
“Mr Aiku! Who is this young woman you happen to be escorting away?”
A sudden shift in the air could be detected as you fidgeted uncomfortably, waiting for an answer or for Aiku to keep walking with you. But just as suddenly as the tension appeared, Aiku soothed it; placing two large hands on your shoulders before speaking, his deep booming voice ringing in your ears. “This right here, is my biggest fan, here to support me at my game! I thought it was only fair for her to be treated with the kindness she’s been giving me, no?” Aiku spoke, a smooth smirk crossing his lips, his usual charismatic manner fronting for the reporters to see.
Satisfied with his answer, the reporter who asked the awkward question slowly disappeared back into the mob of people, prompting Aiku to guide you back on track to the car. As you two entered the car, you felt your heart drop to your stomach as you realized you were in the care with the entirety of the Ubers team, making you sob mentally as you shrunk slowly into your seat, hoping nobody else noticed your existence.
Surprisingly, the car ride to the blue lock training grounds wasn’t as miserable as you thought it’d be, with you spending the entire car ride shrunk away in the corner, occasionally sending a smile to Niko or Snuffy. But you couldn’t help but get worked up, sitting next to Aiku. The sweat on his body making his clothes stick to him more than they should’ve, your eyes subtly looking him up and down, hoping and praying that once you left the car you would get a better view.
After what felt like ages, you arrived at the blue lock training grounds. You stared up at the huge building in awe as Aiku gave you a miniature tour of it all. You internally cursed not having a notebook of sorts on your personnel while you kept walking, wanting to be able to savor the moment forever that Aiku blessed you with. And to think it all started from winning a silly subredddit raffle.
As you reached the end of the blue lock institute tour, you and Aiku had ended up in the bedroom quarters. Aiku, trying to show as much hospitality as possible, told you to stay in the rooming quarters while he called a ride for you. You, being so excited and grateful to do anything else, obeyed.
Enjoying the tour Oliver Aiku had with you, retreated to the showers, getting somewhat distracted from his original task of getting you a ride, but hey, he’d get to it, right?
Unfortunately no, Aiku being exhausted and distracted didn’t realize his mishap until he was out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist as water droplets fell down his back, skin slowly drying when he pushed the door open to his blue lock quarter, roommates not back quite yet, must be eating dinner.
And then it clicked, his gaze shifting to you who sat on the edge of the bed, face redder than a tomato as you stared at the wall, hands covering your mouth in awe. Oliver Aiku, being as shameless as he was didn’t really mind and if anything teased you more with a smug laugh, “Ah, forgot you were in here for a hot minute, my bad…” he dawdled his attention to the fact that he was still borderline nude and sighed. “Well let me get dressed and then I’ll call you a ride, Kay?” He hummed and walked over to his blue lock uniform, hearing you mumble out a quiet squeak of agreement.
You were awestruck, shocked, literally anything to describe the way you were spiraling while your mind was on fire. You slowly turned to Aiku and dared to speak, “Would you like me to leave?” You stuttered out quickly, tripping over your words as you spoke. Aiku, again being unbothered simply laughed and answered “Nah, you’re fine kid, just stare at the while some more.” He commanded, the sound of his deep, masculine voice unintentionally turning you on so bad.
Despite Aiku’s commands, you proceeded to stare at Aiku’s back, salivating as you stared at the way his back muscles flexed, the shape and curve of his biceps, down to the way water made his massive thighs shine. “…Fuck.” You exhaled in disbelief as you watched the borderline sexual scene, your tiny word not being missed by Aiku though.
Aiku however, felt his ego thrive, feeling your eyes fuck the sight of his body with a shit eating grin, wanting to test the limits, turned around, watching you turn your head away suddenly in a horrible attempt to hide what you were doing. “Like what ya see, kid?” Aiku asked, swallowing the gap of space between you as he walked over to the bed you were sitting on. The longer Oliver Aiku stared at you, the longer he contemplated having his way with you, you were a decent build; thin limbs, breasts weren’t huge, but big enough with a tiny curve in your ass and thighs to compliment it. With a heavy inhale, Aiku fixed his gaze on you, watching you shake like a leaf before licking his lips and speaking, “Wanna see some more?” Watching the words catch your attention immediately as you turned to look at him as you took his bait. Neither you or Aiku moved for a minute before his hand reached down, playfully slapping your face for a response.
Feeling Aiku’s hand meet your face, you immediately gasped and brought your attention back to the situation, feeling your stomach lurch with an arousal that consumed you, lusting over how taboo the situation was. With a choice to make, you nodded quickly and stood up to meet Aiku’s face, albeit shorter than him.
You weren’t completely clueless as to what to do, you had watched a few pornos before in your teenage lust that hormones cursed you with, so with little experience and the courage of a god, your hands snaked up to grab Oliver Aiku’s shirt, gripping it as you pushed yourself up onto your tippy toes and kissed Aiku. The kiss was awkward and immature, but Aiku fixed that quickly and took the lead, his hand coming down and resting on your back as he serenaded you down onto the bed, laying you down before breaking away from the kiss.
“Not bad kid, not bad.” Oliver teased and connected his lips to your neck, pressing kisses down onto your collar bone then snickering at your shirt. “Hey, nice shirt you got there, wonder where you got it from.” Aiku joked and watched you roll your eyes playfully, but then fixate on him with a lustful need. With a soft groan, Aiku grabbed at the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and off of your body, hands quick to undo the clasp on your bra next.
Despite your history of watching sexual content, nothing could prepare you for the way real life stuff felt, the way your cheeks burnt with embarrassment, the way you squirmed every few seconds from the cold air hitting your bare breast, the way you so badly wanted Aiku to make a move but all he did was sit there and stare.
Oliver Aiku on the other hand, sat there, mouth watering and mind racing as his fingers slowly crept up to your breast, playing with your nipples half heartedly, waiting for a reaction from you. Aiku knew what he was doing was bad, you were so young, so pure, so…fresh, and Aiku was going to rip you up and devour you whole. As the elder man atop you continued to fondle your breasts, an unmistakable sound of pleasured moans left your lips, but they sounded pained, and needy, Aiku wasn’t dumb, he knew what needed to be done.
And like that, you watched as Aiku unhooked your denim shorts and peeled them off with one fell swoop. The man borderline growled as he soaked in the sight of your arousal stained panties, Aiku had barely touched you, and caused all this?. “Looks like someone’s excited to see me.” Aiku murmured quietly, lowering his face slightly to hover above your cunt, hand placed on your thighs that were instinctively trying to shut.
“Aiku…Don’t stare, ‘s weird to stare.” You whined and squirmed more, almost sobbing then and there as Oliver Aiku nearly ripped your panties off, wasting no time in devouring your soaked cunt. Colors exploded in your brain as pleasure ran wild through your veins, of course you had never received oral before, and you thought it’d be good, but fuck this was amazing.
“Oh fuck! Aiku, hurts!” Was all you could manage to squeal out in between moans, wincing from the way the stubble on Aiku’s chin pressed against your sensitive cunt. As moments passed, you eventually melted into the bed bellow you, mind hazy and full of pain and pleasure while you felt a familiar sense of your orgasm approaching. And it was like that, when you felt something push into your virgin heat it all came crashing down. As Aiku pumped his ring finger into you, a loud, sob escaped your throat before you came all over his face and finger, hand gripped tight on his hair for dear life as he fucked you slowly through it all.
“That was quick…huh kid?” Oliver Aiku teased for what felt like the millionth time that day, really holding anything over you he could. You watched as Aiku stood up and wiped his face a bit and leaned down, kissing you again, you moaned into the kiss lewdly as you tasted your own flavors on your tongue. Without you paying attention, Aiku had already freed his own growing erection, with the head now pressing against your entrance.
“Tell me kid, you a virgin?” Aiku asked nonchalantly as if it was a normal thought before shoving his cock in all the way, bottoming out with a loud groan. “Fuck, definitely a virgin.” Aiku whispered with a shit eating grin, watching as you bounded beneath him, the way your tiny breasts rolled everytime he bucked his hips up into your cunt. Soon enough, lewd, wet noises had filled the room, loud enough for Aiku to drown out the sound of your protests for him to pull out.
“A-Aiku, it hurts! Pull out, please!” You sobbed out, fists pressed against his chest in an attempt to get him off, but all of your protests had eventually drowned out, turning to loud whimpers and moans for more, your greedy cunt pulsing around his cock the more he drilled into you. “Fuck, kid, it’s like you’re built for this shit.” Aiku groaned into your ear as he gripped your ankles and pushed them back to your head, re-adjusting and fucking into you deeper and harder, cock slamming into you as precum lubricated your cunt more than it already was.
“S-Shit, gonna cum, oh fuck.” Aiku whispered into your ear with a heavy groan, catching your attention as you immediately whined. “Want me to breed this cunt? Fill you up…then you’ll really have something to be a fan about.” Aiku egged you on more, pulling his face away to witness your fucked out expression nodding enthusiastically like a slut. Seconds later, Aiku felt the familiar twist in his stomach as he moaned out loudly, the gratifying sound ringing in your ears as your cunt squeezed once more around him, cumming with arousal fluid leaking all over the bed beneath you both, staining the sheets. Aiku watched as you finished on his cock for the first time that evening, eyes rolling back momentarily as he finished inside of your abused cunt, pressing his cum as deep into you as possible before pulling out and letting go of your ankles, making you fall onto the bed with a quiet yelp.
Panting, Aiku savored the sight one last time for the night before pulling up his pants, not bothering to help you clean up at all, his attention shifting to the dormitory door opening, watching as his teammates that he roomed with poured in. Aiku chuckled lowly as they all collectively stopped and stared at the sight of your weeping cunt leaking out on the bed, Oliver breaking the silence with a simple question.
“Anyone else want a turn? She’s a fan.”