TW: smut, masturbation, mention of stolen items/clothes
ayano takes her usual commute home; the route that takes nearly 20 extra minutes just to follow alongside you—more so closer to behind you.
it’s sweet, in a way. her everlasting devotion of watching you, following you, protecting you—she’s your guardian angel!
she tosses her bag onto the floor and takes a seat at her wooden brown desk. she doesn’t care about her work too much, it’s irrelevant.
but, she can’t exactly fail a class or else she won’t share classes with you!
just barely finishing english homework, ayano sluggishly stands up and makes her way to the kitchen. eating you out across from the benches in the courtyard is the world to her and eating without you is like the sun suddenly disappearing from the solar system.
sitting back at her desk with her microwaved broccoli and rice, she stares ahead at the wall with images and flashes of you crossing her mind a million miles per hour.
her food has remained untouched for a while now, a long while. partly due to the fact she has her hand roaming the space between her thighs while on her bed.
between the flick of time that was getting food to now, she’s undressed, crawled onto her bed, and is now with your stolen items pressed against her chest like she can align the atoms perfectly and force them into her body.
her breaths are staggering and come after beats past, her head is tiled back against the pillow, her back is arched against the bed, thighs split open and shaking, while her red panties are long gone on the floor.
“a-ah… fuck!” her moans are short and stanch, but sweet—at least that’s what she hopes you would think.
with a sock stolen from your locker in the shower room—something she knew would be meaningless to you and easily forgotten about— she presses it against her lips, as if to give your ankles a sweet kiss.
her mind reels as the soft fibers of the fabric tingle and tickle her sensitives lips that crave to be against yours.
a hot pool of pleasure starts to warm and spread throughout her chest and core as she starts to edge closer to her climax.
she throws her head back further onto the pillow while her fingers work magic on her clit. her thighs twitch and shake even more violently while her orgasm comes crashing down.
a guttural groan turns into a cry for you, calling out your name, howling like a dog in heat.
her breath is heavy, chest rising and falling, while her eyes remained closed with the image of you. the image is so detailed that she could zoom in endlessly.
your hair sprawled on the pillow, eyes closed, chest fluctuating with the same beat as hers, nipples still perked, all while you both bask into what is known as afterglow.
however, her heart aches at how it can’t be like that. it can’t be like that all the time, not even sometimes.
as ayano reminisces over what she want and what she’s determined to get, the steam on her food ceases. gone cold.
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mentions of scars, but no specific mention of s/h, obsession, a itty bitty bit of smut ;)
sitting on the bench up top the akademi high school roof with papers bundled in your lap while you rapidly write down answers—dammit, why didn’t you do your homework sooner?!— she sits. it’s almost like she has super vision from how far away she sits while meters away. picking at the scabs on her wrist; she watches. she watches, and watches, and doesn’t let go. her gaze is penetrating you, your skin, your hair, your focused and rushed eyes, your hole, everything.
it’s been a hard day for little Ayano. sitting through hours of useless discussions on the mitochondria, how to find one inscribed angle with another inscribed angle, how to hold a brush correctly for chinese calligraphy, everything useless. useless, useless, useless! she doesn’t need it. she doesn’t need the uselessness that plagues her everyday high school life. she needs you. she needs every single bit of you. she needs your hands tangled in her hair, her lips pressed tightly and messy against yours, her body compressed roughly, teasingly on yours, needs to hear your moans slice through the silence of her room while her tongue and fingers delves deep into your forbidden hole made solely, only for her and—
“hey, ayano?…” she was so deep in her thoughts of being deep in you that she hadn’t even realized you had disappeared from your little area. you’re still frazzled with work and worry, but now you’re tapping her on the shoulder. you’re touching her. her face turns scarlet red at the sight of your perfect face and the rushing warmth of your fingertip grazing her uniform top, her heart races in her chest so much most would confuse it for a heart attack. “hi…” she replies meekly while trying not to double over the railing. “i know we both have chemistry together and i’m not getting… any of this—any of this!” the vibrations of your giggles is practically a shot through her heart; her aching, cold heart. she stumbles so hard that it’s obvious to everyone. embarrassing!
she scrambles for your paper and looks at it like she knows what she’s doing—news flash, she doesn’t. however, she calmly leans over and points out a small equation, “the carbon is what makes it explode.” she stares back up at you. her eyes and bold and boring into your eyes with a deep intensity similar to an erupting volcano. the ash spreads across her cheeks which forms a pink dusty layer on her face that matches her lips. her sweaty hands give you back the paper with a… blank expression. her emotionless face leaves you confused. for a girl whose palms are sweaty, knees weak, and wished she was eating spaghetti, she’s weirdly calm.
“oh, thanks ayano!” your soft smile and teeth that glow under the radiating sun almost confuse her that you are the radiating sun that lays a layer of light on the roof. she watches your shadow dwindle as you rush back down to your class as the bell obnoxiously warns everybody that they have three minutes to rush to their next class. she stays behind on the roof while everyone else walks, chats, and runs to the doors. it isn’t until she’s alone that she runs her hands over her scars with fervor for some comfort while her heart is seconds away from breaking free from her ribcage.
she sits by her bag and laughs—quietly—maniacally to herself. she eventually pulls herself up from the bench, slings her bag over her shoulder, and makes her way to the doors with a swooning smile and brooding surge in her chest.
hai dis was random but i had no acc to write my fics so… new writer ig!!!! if this goes well ill make an intro… ok bai
Oblivious, supportive fem Reader x Ayano Aisha, the reader really doesn't get that poor Ayano likes her. It would be nice if they are childhood friends and if Reader isn't a pushover or weak, just clueless as fuck when it comes to love.
After all, girls make shrines about each other all the time, right? And really, getting chocolate from your gal pal on valentines day is the best, good thing you got her home made chocolate too!
My first Yan sim request:D
Ayano Aishi x Female reader
Side note: this character is a yandere,wich means yandere themes might appear disturbing to some readers.
T/W: mentions of kidnaping,mentions of drugging, obsessive behavior,murder,blood, stalking, pshycothic behavior,mentions of self harm and suicide.
Ayano has known you ever since she started first grade. You being her only friend in school,and with time this friendship evolved.
Which made you and the dark haired girl grow closer.
Her behavior never made you uncomfortable around her, neither did her silence. Because in truth,you liked it better, the difference between you two matched perfectly.
Your out going and talkative personality tangling with Ayano's introverted and silent language.
Kids your age called her many names due to her lack of emotions,but every time you were there to send them on their way with a bruise or two, nobody talks to your best friend like that!
At first when she was little,the girl saw your behavior towards her unnecessary. Why were you trying to get close to her? She had nothing to offer back to you.
But as she grew, whenever you weren't around her there was this empty spot in her heart,and that dull feeling griping her soul.
Not long before starting highschool did she realize what this meant.
Her mother talked to Ayano about this,since she was a child.Of course you were her special person,the one who will fill her heart with joy and warmth.
You belong to her.
And nobody can convince her otherwise.
You noticed when she became more clingy to you during breaks,but what you didn't see was the way she was glaring down at any student who dared to look at you for more than one second.
You didn't ask questions when your things were 'Borrowed' and never given back,it's what friends do,right? They share things with each other.
There would be times when you felt followed,like a shadow was glooming over you, following your every move when she wasn't with you. Even if you turned around to ease your paranoia,not seeing anyone there made it worse for you.
People noticed how tight you were with Ayano,so they chose not to meet pats with you. After all the shorter girl was creepy,who would want to tangle in something so complicated, definitely not most of the students,that's for sure.
But some couldn't help but be curious, maybe the feeling of being with someone they shouldn't be excited them.
But it didn't matter to Ayano. How do I know? The student coincidentally died because of food poisoning.
Rat poison isn't a condiment,silly.
Nothing changed after the incident,you and Ayano were closer,yes, that's because she offered you more protection than before, promising something like this will never happen to you. Unless it has to
Oh and she was over the moon when you accepted her invitation for a sleepover over, barely waiting to see your beautiful sleeping face,maybe she could even steal a kiss.
It didn't strike you as weird when you accidentally found her little shrine.
Dedicated to you, you even found it cute.
It had some of the hair ties and pins Ayano 'borrowed' from you a long while ago, pictures with the two of you as little children,pre teens and one from the first day of school.
She even kept the doodles you drew for her couple of months ago. Awh,she really is a sentimentalist even if she doesn't show it.
When ayano saw you looking trough her prized possessions she swore she saw her life flash before her eyes.
Heart rate quickening and this panick taking place in her chest. What will you say now? You will definitely hate her and then you won't want to be her friend anymore. How will she see you if you won't be her friend? How will she confess her love to you?
Of course all those thoughts broke when she heard your chuckle. Mind suddenly clear from the anxious rambling in her head.
"Man, why didn't you tell me? If I knew you prized those moments so much I would have taken more photos!" Relief completely washes over her when she sees that grin on your sweet lips. Why was she over thinking in the first place? You never doubted her, you're her loyal friend.
Of course,if you ever were to be creeped out by her she would have to take you, she'd never allow you to leave. After all you two can have a wonderful life together, whether you like it or not.
But that's not the case now, fortunately she doesn't have to drug you and tie you to her bed. How fortunate !
She smiles, nodding and promising to ask you for more photos for her 'prized moments'.
More people started either going missing or end up dead. People who tried taking you away from her,can't they see? You belong with her, you belong to her.
Since people are so stupid,she has to make it obvious and spell it in their face.
Slowly, letters practically spawned in your shoe locker.
Love poems calling you the sweetest of names. You were intrigued who this anonymous fan was,you must say you even tried peeking to see who was leaving them,but failed each time.
Ayano on the other hand was overwhelmed by pride when she heard you rambling about your secret admirer, cutely giggling over one particular sentence or so.
But she also felt... jealous? It doesn't matter that she's the one who wrote them,but seeing you so enamored with this 'anonymous ' person annoyed her.
On occasions she started gifting you chocolate she knew you liked. Mostly doing it because she loved your happy little squeals and that hug that followed after. She loved the feeling of your chest pressed against hers so tightly. Often wondering how it would feel without the layers of clothes on top of it.
This was only a step further to her plan, this way it wouldn't be a shock when she confessed her undying love to you. You will realize she's the only one you deserve,and you'll accept her love,even return it!
By the end of the first school year you're ready for the final part of her plan.
Yeah the people in your class wonder how you two are not dating yet. Of course they can see how deep Ayano is in for you,but you simply can't.
Making you hers. After she worked so hard this whole year to please you and gain your affection (even if she already had it) she's finally ready to spill her feelings to you.
So here she is,hidden behind the Sakura flower tree, waiting for you to join her.
Your secret admirer called you here to tell you something important,right in the last day of school,in case something goes wrong.
She will leave with you in any case scenario, preferably hand in hand ,rather than taking you home in a box,oh well.
If all goes well,by this time next year you will be her beloved girlfriend,but if not, then you'll be in her basement accompanied by her. Easy.
"Ayano?" Your sweet voice calls out once you get a whiff of the dark ponytail behind the thick tree. It's now or never.
And there she goes, spilling her feelings to you hoping you will return them. Telling you how she wrote those letters meaning every single word that was written on the paper. How she spent her afternoons making the chocolate gifted to you.
This of course came off as a surprise to you, never really thinking Ayano would be able to fall for somebody , especially you. Her best friend since first grade. We're you just so obvious you never noticed the signs?
One look at her flushed face and hopeful eyes and you knew that you also liked her all along,you just chose to push those feelings aside due to your fear of them never being returned by the brunette.
Of course you accepted her confession,and returned it of course.
But if you truly knew the things she had to do to have you,never In a million years would you choose to be hers.
Bonus, slightly suggestive
Ayano didn't usually dream,but when she did ,you were the star of the dream.
Most of her dreams would end up with you on display for her. The next morning she would check you out and pout, thinking that it's a long way before she actually gets to see you and touch your naked body.
There, done with the little comic I thought about while reading an AyanoxReader fanfic.
I made an AyanoxO.C comic where like, O.C is part of a swim club. O.C takes interest in Ayano as she creeps around while Friend* appears to be concerned. 🤣
I made them wear classic rashguards too, also Friend* grappled O.C with a towel. 🤣
Like I said before, I got this idea because I read an AyanoAishixReader fic, so instead of me, I put an O.C. The idea here, is that O.C and Friend is part of the SwimClub and I gave them outfit similar to what my University has. Ayano is snooping around looking to kill a target, which intrigues O.C, and terrifies Friend(Because, Knife) So yeah. Hopefully I can color this gracefully 😅
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