#everybody just put your hands in the air. no sudden movements. just slide the book over real slow and nobody gets hurt | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

notchesandbullets · 3 years

Text

Gifts From the Heart (Soft!Ojiro x Wolf!Reader)

Art credit: Pixiv ID 4177162

Requested by anon: Saw the word Ojiro, came running. Can I request fluffy, wholesome Ojiro x Fem!Reader where Ojiro makes the reader a gift?

A/N: This is a chapter from my unpublished Ojiro x reader book that will be uploaded all at once very soon xD. Stay tuned!! there needs to be more ojiro content out there, this boy is so underrated

[anon, i got so carried away the full fanfic is at 50k words and its climbing im so sorry it took me so long to post what you requested, it spurred on my creativity and now i have a fanfic sitting in my docs waiting to be shown to the world lol]

✨Edit: this is part 10 of Ojiro’s fanfic series titled “Saving Her”. Masterlist for it found here!! ✨

Words: 3.8k

It was a lazy Sunday and everyone was lounging around the Heights Alliance dormitory. Aoyama was sitting at one of the tables with Midoriya, Iida and Uraraka, serving hors d’oeuvres.

It made a great accompaniment to Yaoyorozu’s herbal tea.

Ojiro gathered what he would need in order to make you your gift. It was almost done, but it was missing a few key finishing touches.

Throughout the time you had spent with them, he had found himself growing more and more attached to you and given your past, he wanted to show you just how much you were welcome here.

Alright, maybe it was a little bit more than that. Maybe it was more along the lines of wanting to confess to you badly, but if he went in with that idea, he was sure he would get rejected. Not to mention, he lacked the courage.

He had roped in the assistance of Yaoyorozu and Hagakure. They were the only ones who knew of his feelings and his plan for your gift, but they roped in the rest of the girls to keep you distracted while he put his plan into motion.

He had been surprised when Hagakure suggested it to him, since he wasn’t able to get you anything from that day at the mall when you all went. You didn’t want anything but what once was bewildering gave him an idea for your next present.

He was the only one who hadn’t gotten you anything, desperately wanting it to be perfect before he gave it to you.

His lack of creativity was soon solved by one simple thing as his eyes fell on what you had discarded on his bed the day before.

While you were distracted by the girls upstairs, he got to work. Pushing up his sleeves alongside Sato and Koda, he started to prepare what he needed.

Meanwhile, you were having a blast.

Yaoyorozu was teaching you how to braid your own hair so it wouldn’t get in the way and so that your fluffy ears would be shown off and not hidden. You and Asui were talking about the upcoming week where they were going to get trained for the provisional licensing exam. Since you were so new, you wouldn’t be able to take it at the same time as everyone else but that didn’t deter you.

If anything, you were even more pumped to catch up to them.

Things had been rough. You had narrowly escaped a bad situation only for Ojiro to save you. Since then, things had started to snowball one after another, but in the best way possible. Aizawa had arranged a temporary agreement with Principal Nezu concerning your enrollment into UA which also enabled you to stay at the dorms.

But what once was supposed to be temporary solidified into a permanent situation as Aizawa adopted you and now you were hoping that they would let you stay.

Overtime, you had grown close to all of them. The paperwork had all been filled out but you were nervous if they would all really be okay with letting you join their ranks. You just had to ask your fellow classmates if they would accept you.

Orjio had been particularly nice to you, taking you under his wing and letting you explore your new surroundings with a safety net that he provided.

You gulped. Just thinking about him made your heart flutter and tail wag.

“Oooo, Y/N’s thinking about him again.” Ashido teased, sidling over to you from her closet to where you were sitting on the floor by the window.

“Huh?” You blinked, your fluffy ears twitching. “Who?”

Uraraka swatted your arm playfully, mischief gleaming in her eyes. “Oh come on!! You don’t expect us to fall for that again after all this time!! Who do you take us for?!”

You flushed, gaze dropping into your lap where your hands were folded neatly. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

Trailing off with a nervous mumble, you fiddled with your tail as Yaoyorozu shot you an empathetic smile.

“It’s alright, Y/N-chan,” She reassured kindly. “You don’t have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“But Yao-Momo!!” Ashido pouted. “She was about to admit her feelings for him!!”

“No I wasn’t!!” You protested, then clapped a hand over your mouth but it was too late.

The damage had been done.

Squeals burst out all around you and you had the sudden urge to take refuge in your room, no longer wanting to be a part of this humiliating conversation.

“How long?!” Ashido shrieked in your ear, tugging on your arm, wanting to know the exact time it started.

“I don’t know!!” You cried out, burying your face in your hands, utterly embarrassed.

Uraraka and Hagakure let out a gasp at your indirect confession but squealed excitedly as realization finally hit them.

“You guys would be so cute together!!” Hagakure gushed.

Uraraka’s eyes crinkled up joyously. “Aww!! I can already picture them out on their first date!!”

“Guys, give her space to breathe.” Jirou said, rolling her eyes at her overexcited friends as she freed you from their grasp.

Yaoyorozu seconded that, even though she was equally as excited as her friends at this new information.

“I didn’t know you had feelings for Ojiro-san.” She lightly teased with a soft smile on her face, patting your back like an older sister would.

“I don’t!!” You denied but winced at the collective glare that was thrown your way. “... Maybe…”

Ashido sprang up to her feet. “She’s totally crushing on him!!”

You grabbed onto her arm to prevent her from leaving the room, finding Ojiro and outing your secret. “No I’m not!!”

“Are too!!”

“Am not!!”

“ARE TOO!!!!!”

“NO!!!!”

The both of you fell back on top of the bed, bouncing a couple of times on the mattress as the other girls forced the two of you to sit down.

Even Asui seemed on board.

“I think you would be able to make him very happy, kero.” She relayed, a finger resting on her chin. “He already thinks very highly of you.”

You couldn’t help but blush at that, wiggling around uncomfortably as your heartbeat echoed loudly in your ears.

“W-What…?”

Hagakure shoved your shoulder and you nearly toppled over, not expecting her to do that.

“Y/N!!” She chastised, wagging a finger at you. “You can’t be serious!! Haven’t you noticed it?!”

You were lost. “Noticed what??”

“Oh dear.” Yaoyorozu commented, gazing at you sympathetically.

“Someone tell her or else I’m going to explode!!!” Ashido shouted, throwing her hands up in the air.

You opened your mouth to ask just what was going on when the door suddenly opened and everybody fell silent.

Todoroki didn’t do or say anything. He simply inclined his head to the side and the girls who were so docile for a few seconds burst into action.

You weren’t sure exactly what happened but within the next minute, you were being shoved outside and hastily instructed to go downstairs in exactly five minutes while they all raced out, Ashido dragging a reluctant Todoroki along with them.

Since you left your phone back in Ojiro’s room and you didn’t want to be rude and barge in just to get it, you stayed outside in the hallway, counting the seconds that passed until five minutes had passed.

You lagged behind, not really sure what to expect. They had never acted like this around you before.

Maybe Aizawa had told them of your permanent stay at Heights Alliance and they were all against it.

But that didn’t make much sense since they went to such lengths to be so friendly and open with.

Shaking your head to clear the muddled thoughts, you continued on down the staircase until you reached the first floor.

When you arrived, it was dark. All the lights were turned off, which was strange because you vividly recalled Iida saying something about how important it was to keep the lights on 24/7 so that none of the students tripped or anything.

Mostly for your benefit since you tended to trip over air.

Claws sliding out, you narrowed your eyes, baring your canines threatening as you scanned for any signs of movement.

Putting into the play the training Aizawa had taught you, you crouched low to the ground, slinking along the abandoned corridor.

Adrenaline pumping through your veins, you crept around the corner, coming to halt just before the common room.

Here goes nothing.

You stepped out.

Then, several things happened at once.

You were blinded as the lights suddenly flashed on and you shrieked, jumping on the nearest person out of instinct.

“What the fuck, dumbass!!!” Bakugou raged as he caught you when you tunneled into him.

You squeaked frightfully, backpedaling until you were a sufficient distance away from the group of twenty now standing in front of you, clearly seeing them for the first time.

“I told you she would get scared!!” Jirou chastised, smacking the sheepish-looking pikachu on the head.

“I’m sorry, I thought it would be fine!!” Kaminari argued back, gripping his head in pain. “Ow!! That hurts!!”

“Serves you right!!” She snapped back.

You retracted your claws, reverting back to the adorable wolf that they all knew and loved now that you realized there wasn’t any threat. Your ears perked up and your lips curled into a smile of disbelief.

Beaming happily as Ashido smothered you in a hug, you blinked back tears as your eyes fell on the banner that said, “Welcome Home!!!”, in bright lettering above the entire class of 1-A.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. “You guys did all of this for me?”

Uraraka gestured to the pile of presents behind Shoji and Tokoyami.

“It was Ojiro-kun’s idea for the presents and Hagakure’s for a party.” She told you cheekily, pointing to the embarrassed boy hiding behind the counter to make himself appear smaller. “We just all pitched in to help.”

“You didn’t have to do all of this for me…” You said softly, in awe and vastly overwhelmed.

“You’re staying with us from now on.” Todoroki quipped plainly from the back row. “This was in order.”

Hagakure rushed over to you. “Do you like it?! Are you surprised?!”

You nodded and squeezed her tightly, thanking her before making your way over to Ojiro, who had yet to acknowledge you. At least, with words.

He couldn’t tear his gaze away from you, completely under your spell as you padded over to him.

Blushing, you tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, then cursed yourself for doing something so embarrassing in front of your long-time crush.

“Mashirao?” You said curiously, noticing his arms were hidden behind his back.

Man, he was never going to get tired of hearing your sweet voice saying his name in such an intimate way.

Winding his tail around your waist, he tugged you closer until you fell into his chest. You shivered as you felt one of his arms snake around you, as if shielding you from the people who were crowding around you.

Your face burned and you were thankful it was hidden from all of your classmates as they ‘awwed’ at the two of you. Vaguely, you heard someone slyly note how cute the two of you were and you swore, feeling more self-conscious than ever.

You didn’t get a chance to wiggle out of his hold to smack Ashido on the head for her comment since Ojiro decided to give you what was behind his back.

It was a small, carefully wrapped gift box, not impressive on the outside by any means, but your eyes sparkled and your heart skipped a beat.

Seeing the expression on your face, his shoulders shook with laughter. Your eyes were shining in excitement at seeing his present as opposed to all the other ones that were much larger than his.

He strangely felt touched by it.

You placed it on the kitchen island, running your fingers over the velvet bow and pretty gift wrap. You almost didn’t want to ruin it.

“Oh come on,” Ashido squealed in frustration the longer you prolonged it and everyone else crowded around you. “Open it already!!”

You shot her a playful glare, taking your time despite the many groans that sounded around you as you carefully unwrapped the neatly decorated box. By the time you finally finished taking off all the wrapping paper, everyone, even Bakugou, was leaning forward in anticipation.

Taking off the lid so that it covered whatever was in the box from their prying eyes, even though there were several loud protests, your eyes widened as you saw what was nestled inside several layers of crinkled paper.

Reaching in eagerly, you pulled it out and held it up.

It was a lion plushie. A beautifully crafted, complete with whiskers and a fluffy mane, stuffed lion. And you already adored it.

There were some disappointed complaints that his present didn’t live up to the hype they were expected to believe, but Ojiro didn’t hear them, only having eyes for you. As they started to disperse throughout the living room, you couldn’t tear your gaze from the cute lion.

“I seem to recall someone getting ahold of the giraffe in my room.” Ojiro teased with a knowing smile. “You seemed to like to have something to hold onto at night, so I figured another stuffed animal couldn’t hurt, right?”

Your ears swiveled happily as you heard him say that and you couldn’t refrain from bouncing in place, tail swishing behind you.

“It was so long ago, I would’ve thought you had forgotten by now.” You beamed, smiling from ear to ear as you tested out its squishiness. “Where in the world did you get this?! It’s so plushy!!”

When he didn’t answer you right away, you paused your shower of adoration over the beloved lion, tilting your head curiously at Ojiro, who was now bright red and mumbling something under his breath.

“Huh?” You squeaked, unsure if you really heard him right.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, grinning at you sheepishly. “Well, it’s just— The stores didn’t really have any lions that looked cute enough when I took my sister to the mall and that’s when she suggested making one for you.”

Your jaw dropped to the floor.

“I remember you saying that you liked lions because… well, you said they reminded you of me so I really wanted to get you a lion.” Ojiro continued, not noticing your reaction, too caught up in his rambling.

You had told him one night after playing with his tail to calm you down after you had a nightmare and he hadn’t forgotten it since.

“Holly-chan helped me sew it, I got the materials from Aizawa-sensei and Shoji helped me attach the tail and the mane and everything else.” He told you, pointing out all of the features that were carefully crafted together with the utmost love.

Your heart skipped a beat.

He hesitated, now picking up on the fact that you had yet to say anything. “Is… Do you like it?”

You would’ve punched him for his obliviousness if it weren’t for the fact that you didn’t want to let your lion go in order to do so. “Are you kidding?! I love it!!”

Ojiro’s chest deflated as he released a breath he didn’t know he had been holding in, scratching the back of his neck. “Oh, thank All Might.”

“You could’ve done this in private, you know.” You lightly teased, brushing your fingers over the soft material in awe. “I’m sure it would’ve been less stressful for you.”

He made it for you. You’ve never had anyone buy anything for you for the longest time, let alone make something for you with their own two hands. The time and energy it must’ve taken, not to mention the thought he put into it.

That was it. You were going to explode with happiness.

“I was going to.” He said, shooting a look over your shoulder at a satisfied Shoji and a smug Tokoyami gazing at you from the sidelines while everyone else wrecked havoc on the common floor. “But everybody kind of wanted to see what it was. And your reaction.”

You giggled, hugging it tightly to your chest. “Thank you, I love it, Mashirao.”

He kissed your forehead, murmuring, “I’m really glad you do, Y/N.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you bit your lip to stop your smile from getting too wide. It was too much. You felt like you were going to burst.

“Y/N?” Ojiro asked worriedly, cupping your chin and furrowed his eyebrows. “Your face is all red.”

“Dummy!!” You pouted, pushing him away and clutching the lion plushie tighter. “It’s your fault, you know!!”

He chuckled, patting your head. Your lashes fluttered shut at the stimulation, throaty growl emitting in approval at the affectionate gesture.

Ojiro’s gaze softened, brimming with love. He couldn’t believe how far you came from being that shy, wary girl back then.

You raised the stuffed animal up, tapping it on its nose. “Your name will be Koko!!”

Squeezing it tightly to your chest, you rocked back and forth on your heels, gazing at it with adoring eyes when you held it up.

Ojiro’s heart melted at seeing you so happy.

Your other friends insisted that you open their gifts next, nearly dragging you over the table. Everyone had given you something, even Bakugou.

You objected to their generosity, protesting that they spent too much on you already the first time around but it was like all of them went deaf and ignored your objections, shoving box after box in your hands.

Sato had made sure to have enough food on hand for moments exactly like these, when everybody got swept up in the energy of it all and were literally bouncing off the walls.

Somehow, somewhere, Aizawa was found and dragged out of his cave to join his students in the party. But he mostly was out of the way, watching from afar as you were handed gift after gift.

Aoyama had gotten ahold of a painted tea set that looked very fragile and it was paired with Yaoyorozu’s jasmine tea she had gifted you.

It took a couple of turns for you to realize that they had collaborated when giving you things.

Sato’s cookbook filled with a couple of his own added recipes he knew you loved went with the polished pots and pans Shoji gave you. Tokoyami and Asui’s were combined into a patterned quilt that everyone had pitched in to help with.

The two tickets you got for the autumn festival stumped you but that mystery was soon cleared up when Todoroki gave you what looked to be an extremely expensive, embroidered kimono.

“When you two finally go on a date.” He said monotonously, pointing a finger at Midoriya and Jirou. “They said that you two will have to confess first, though.”

Your jaw dropped and you and Ojiro both turned opposite ways, unable to look each other in the eye in case that claim wasn’t true.

You had to physically push Ashido and Hagakure away when they made kissing sounds at you, embarrassed beyond belief.

Ojiro had to fight to keep Shoji at bay but his friend was much stronger than him and the tailed teenager ended up losing his balance and careened into you.

You yelped as your face ended up right in front of his, a millimeter away. Breath catching in your throat, your heart stopped and he audibly gulped at your proximity.

Neither one of you moved.

It wasn’t until you shakily held up the tickets Kirishima had given you did he blink.

“Would…” You swallowed hard, gathering your courage. “Would you like to go with me?”

Ojiro didn’t even think of saying no.

A huge smile broke out on your face as he said yes and you covered your face with your hands as Uraraka and Ashido squealed, instantly hiding into Ojiro’s chest out of instinct.

He didn’t mind but the heat that was creeping up his neck turned into a full-fledged blush as he hugged you, keeping you close even after Shoji and Tokoyami sent him a pointed glance.

Mouthing for them to mind their own business, he held you until you collected yourself enough to face them. Even then, he kept you seated on his lap, running his fingers through your fluffy tail as you opened the rest of your gifts.

He knew you were going to cry by the end of the night, most likely when the two of you were alone, but he couldn’t help but agree with everything that his classmates had thought of for you.

You had been without love for so long that when you saw it, you didn’t know what to do. He would take every opportunity to show you how much you meant to him and how precious your life was.

After hours of playing video games, eating Sato’s delicious cooking and getting caught up in Kaminari’s schemes as he tried to push you and Ojiro together not-so-discreetly before Jirou bonked him on the head, you were so tired you felt like you could fall asleep standing up.

Aizawa had left a while ago, once Bakugou destroyed the TV remote, lacking the energy to deal with his students outside of the classroom.

You had run up to him, begging cutely for a hug and he hesitated but didn’t refuse you.

Everyone except for Ojiro’s jaws dropped as you called him dad so nonchalantly but they were even more shocked when Aizawa simply ruffled your hair and told you not to stay up too late.

You had made your way back into Ojiro’s arms as soon as the older man left his student to their craziness, and you tumbled onto an empty sofa with him cushioning your fall.

He smiled at you fondly, eyes softening as he swept the hair away from your eyes, his heart stopping as you nuzzled into his chest.

“Princess…” He murmured, tucking a lock behind your ear, as he had seen you do earlier. “Are you happy?”

A smile curled against his neck.

“Mmhm…” You hummed happily. “Thank you, Mashirao.”

For the rest of the night, you didn’t let go of the stuffed lion he gave you once, eventually falling asleep on the couch with your new present tucked safely in your arms.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you once as he used his tail to pull a blanket over the both of you.

“Anything for you, Y/N.”

Taglist: @katsukis-sad-angel

59 notes · View notes

nyanbinary-chatnoir · 5 years

Text

Swing To Your Hearts Content

Characters: Le Gorille & Adrien Agreste|Chat Noir & Plagg

Words: 1095

Read on AO3

_______________________________________________

A short couple of days later Adrien still had Desperada on his mind. While the thoughts now were only scattered through out the day. The akuma never leaves his mind. Failing his Lady multiple tries still in his mind. Nino immediately took notice of his lethargy. Adrien shook his head, assuring his best friend he is okay, and had trouble sleeping during that week.

Nino did not buy his excuse but he dropped it, seeing Adrien would talk eventually. He couldn't stop himself from commenting.

“Bro, your father needs to give you a break or vacation. You're only young for so long. You need time to kick back and enjoy life.”

Adrien half-halfheartedly chuckled.

He had sailed through with a photo shoot for the day, giving his thanks and goodbye to the photographer and all the other members. Thanking the heavens this day is over, Adrien could go back home and relax. Praying Hawkmoth would give him and Ladybug and night off fighting akumas.

Climbing into the back seat of the car and buckling himself Adrien leaned his head on his hand. Staring outside the window.

Gorilla adjusted his rear view mirror. Taking a moment to take site of Adrien. The kid had done a excellent job today, per usual. He couldn't help notice Adrien was off. To everybody else, yeah sure Adrien seemed fine. To the Gorilla's trained eye he caught a somber expression. Tired. Worried.

Hands on the steering wheel Gorilla made a split-second decision. Turning the car on he made his way. Not to the manor but another location near by.

Adrien's head peered up, noticing the car was heading in the direction of his home. He glanced at his bodyguard. Gorilla wearing his usual poker-face, not saying anything.

“Where are we going?” Adrien asked.

Gorilla glanced at him in the mirror but said nothing. He parked the car and unbuckled himself. Adrien hastily following suit having no idea what Gorilla is thinking.

Adrien hopped out of the car, shutting the door behind him and stared. Confused Adrien found himself staring at a park with swing set and play structure.

A park, the Gorilla brought him to park.

“Why a park?”

Walking to a near by bench Gorilla sat down, pulling out a book and begin reading it.

Standing awkwardly by the bench Adrien stared at his bodyguard in mass confusion. Did the Gorilla want him to play? Not that there was anything wrong with the play struck but Adrien was getting too big for it.

Realizing Gorilla isn't going to comment or explain Adrien wearily stood beside the swing set. He glanced around, nobody was at the play struck around this time. Maybe that's why he brought him here? Nobody else around to see Adrien Agreste play on the playground.

Taking a seat on the swing and Adrien kicked off with his feet. Adrien smiled, its been a long time since he'd been on a swing set or a playground. Forgot how much fun and freeing it felt swinging. Sure as Chat Noir he got to view Paris from up high up and maneuver all over. For Adrien it was not nearly enough. He could see the top of the play structure. The surrounding business.

The wind in his hair felt refreshing. Like taking a huge gulp of air. He felt a tiny amount of guilt. His hairdresser spent time on his hair. Adrien shook his hair grinning. Father and Natahlie would have a freak out, who cares though. Now is about having fun he'd worried about his hair later.

Adrien grinned. Wondering how fast and high he could swing now.

“Do you have to swing so fast,” Plagg commented dryly.

In a midst of nap Plagg had woken up by sudden movement. First he thought it was a akuma and Adrien called for his transformation, but a quick peek told him it was not the case. His kitten was on a swing. He groaned.

“Shouldn't you be used to this by now, Plagg,” Adrien shot back playfully. He continued swinging.

Plagg huffed. “For your information I was in the middle of a beautiful nap. One you rudely interrupted.” he snipped playfully.

Sure his lovely nap had been interrupted however seeing Adrien smiling he'd let it slide. Adrien would owe him cheese.

Bookmarking his place Gorilla glanced up to check on Adrien. Smiling when he caught site of him still swinging and laughing. He'd figured Adrien could use time to himself.

Gorilla stood up putting his book in his jacket and walking towards Adrien. He'd give him another five or ten minutes. They could blame it on traffic.

Seeing his bodyguard walking over Adrien felt his shoulders slump, was his time on the swing already up? It only felt like he'd been swinging for a minute. Two minutes top.

Walking carefully behind Gorilla caught Adrien's swing, and without giving Adrien a chance to question Gorilla gave him a push.

Thankful he still had a grip on the chains Adrien grinned. Gorilla was only giving him a push.

Gleeful Adrien called for Gorilla to give him another push. From help from his bodyguard Adrien had been able to make it to the top of the swing set. Plagg clutching to him.

The next ten minutes spent were Adrien swinging happily, kicking his feet out laughing.

The watch struck 1800 and Gorilla stalled their park adventure to an end. Maybe next time after Adrien's photo shoots or lesson if he got released early enough the two could come back.

Adrien shoved his hands in his pockets, he smiled. While the day hadn't been bad, going to the park, and swinging cheered him up.

“Thank you,” Adrien said glancing at his bodyguard.

In return Gorilla nodded. Earlier Adrien could of sworn earlier on the swings he saw a smile. Adrien shrugged. The man never talked or at least not when he or Father are present.

-----

Hopping back in the car Adrien listened to the engine, his eyelids drooping. He had no idea how tired he'd been, but after playing in the park Adrien felt sleepy.

So Adrien closed his eyes and let himself sleep until he returned back to the mansion.

Plagg smiled from Adrien's pocket. The kid deserved a good nights rest.

In the driver's seat the Gorilla for the second time smiled. Happy to see Adrien sleeping and not restless. He'd just let Gabriel know the photo shoot wore Adrien and to allow him to nap for an hour or so.

The rest of the drive home continued in a peaceful silence.

#le gorille #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #ml #jaydens writing.txt #i finished it!#plagg

8 notes · View notes

failaise · 7 years

Text

a green christmas | min yoongi

🎄 summary 🎄

the greenhouse was your spot. you never knew that someone inside it was always watching you.

harry potter!au, slytherin!yoongi, gryffindor!reader

SMUT.

🎄 .

The soft scent of gingerbread hot chocolate steamed upwards, filling you with the cozy sense of comfort. The greenhouse was kept warm for the plants and beings that lived within it, though you found solace in the cotton blanket wrapped around your shoulders. You wore it over your head like some kind of snuggled child, book in the lap of your crossed legs. In your hand, you held the handle of your hornbeam wand, held just above your knee.

Squinting at the Latin on your novel page, you cleared your throat, held your wand higher and with straighter shoulders. The familiar language rolled off your tongue in unison with the gentle arch of your wrist, sending out tiny spirals of golden light. Your serenity melted with the glow of your patronus, a miniature mare that began to hop gleefully on the air.

Something behind you cluttered and fell. A vase holding some type of healing flower crashed to pieces. Almost immediately, your patronus vanished with a burst of light, and you hurried to your feet. Blanket still wrapped around your head, you held your arm out, eyes wide in shock.

“Who’s there?” You demanded.

The greenhouse looked empty, you had thought. The glow of night outside illuminated the glass walls with soft light, along with the candles whose flames burned brightly on the stone. The vase was one of many stacked along the tables under heated lamps, intended for tomorrow’s herbology class. The vase was shattered and littered with released soil.

“Who’s there?” You asked again, though this time finding the strength in your voice. Muttering under your breath, the tip of your wand grew as bright as a torch, shedding light across the seemingly vacant greenhouse. It was supposed to be empty, anyway- Christmas was tomorrow, and nearly everybody in Hogwarts had gone home for the holidays.

The air shimmered for a moment, before what looked like a rip in the air muffled the colors around. Emerging from what seemed to be a reflective blanket came a boy with black hair and mischievous eyes, holding his wand in hand. He was as pale as the moon, with slightly reddened cheeks and soft lips tilted in the hint of a smirk.

You halted.

“Min Yoongi?” You wondered, momentarily taken aback by his appearance.

He tilted his head, like a curious cat might. “You know who I am?”

Your face grew hot as you looked for an excuse, anything other than the fact that you’d been completely head over heels with him when you were a fifth year. But that was two years ago, and you never spoke to him.

“I know everybody,” you quickly announced, “it’s my job.”

Yoongi’s lips quirked, “A perfect prefect.”

You hesitated. How did he know you were a prefect?”

“Have you been... watching me?” You blinked, confused. You wondered how often he was in the greenhouse with you, hidden under that hexed blanket. The idea that he’d heard every conversation you’d ever had with yourself, or every.... you didn’t even want to think about it.

“Depends,” Yoongi shrugged. His eyes grew tinier under the glare of your wand, yet you held it sturdily.

“On?” You shot back quickly.

“Do you like knowing that I’ve watched you?”

Your mouth went dry. In your chest, your heart began to beat faster, rushing color into your face and sending nerves into your steady fingers. “No,” you swallowed.

Yoongi took another step forwards, soft as a mouse and quiet over the broken vase. His black eyes searched yours, glowing with mischief in the darkness, scanning your features for any semblance of nervousness.

“Why are you here on Christmas Eve?” Yoongi asked, another step closer.

“Why are you?” You retorted, swallowing.

Yoongi shrugged and spun on his heel, leaning against one of the tables. He waved his hand in the direction of the vase, muttering Latin under his breath, before turning to face you. You watched as the pot resembled in surprise. You knew Yoongi was a powerful wizard, but casting without a wand was a special talent only very driven wizards and witches possessed- you would know.

“I like being alone,” Yoongi declared, seemingly unbothered by the fact. You knew this to be true, but he did have quite a large friend group that tended to lead him around.

“Then there’s your answer,” you slipped your wand into your pocket, letting your blanket fall from your shoulders and fold in your arms. Your book lifted up into your clutch.

Yoongi glanced towards you. “Leaving already?”

“No point in staying,” you smiled at him teasingly, before heading towards the stairwell. Yoongi watched you go, admiring the way your legs strode and the powerful layout of your shoulders. Just as you reached the door, it slammed shut, sending a burst of air back that blew out the glowing candles. You stopped, heart racing and a sudden aching taking over you.

“I don’t want you to leave,” Yoongi’s voice was soft, but strong, like music to your ears that sent a rush of heat down your spine.

“You can’t make me stay,” you turned on your heel, eyeing him sideways.

“You’re right,” Yoongi tilted his head, smiling softly. His tongue darted out like a serpent’s, swiping along the pillow of his bottom lip. In the darkness, you could’ve mistaken the glint in his eyes as that of a predator’s. “But I can convince you.”

You set your book and blanket down on the table. There was a delightful throb between your thighs now, and a fire in your cheeks that you couldn’t quiet down. The air was warmer you thought, pulsing in unison with the erratic beat of your heart in your chest. Your hair felt heavier, every limb heavier, as if you’d been put under a spell. “And how would you do that?” You asked, your voice suddenly soft and small, shrinking into your skin.

Yoongi rose from his seat, slowly sauntering in your direction. You turned so that you could face him, watching him walk with his hands in the pockets of his dress pants, that emerald glint of his house emblem glittering spectacularly on the shoulder of his vest. He stopped just inches away from you, dark gaze lowering down onto you. His breath was hot as it reached your neck, moist as his lips teased the sensitive skin there. Careful fingers curled around your jaw, gently caressing your soft cheek. That wet tongue of his swiped across your throat, tasting the area before his lips attached themselves. You sucked in a breath of surprise, instinctively reaching to grab his shoulders, holding tightly as he pushed you backwards, guiding you against the glass wall. His mouth moved like a leech on your neck, undoubtedly bruising you for the next day, as his fingers crawled up your chest, sliding up around your throat. They tightened and your eyes widened, mouth wide at the unexpected action. Inhaling suddenly became more difficult, though the pool between your legs only grew.

Yoongi’s soft lips moved up, grazing your cheek, your chin, before they found yours. He took advantage of your shocked expression, nearly devouring you with a single kiss. It was soft yet rough, his other hand cradling your head so that the glass didn’t hurt your skull. His tongue slid inside your mouth and beneath your own, tasting chocolate and strawberries. The fingers around your throat unlatched and reached down to your skirt, gently pushing it up your thighs.

“is this okay?” Yoongi whispered. His voice had become so low and so gravelly that you lost yours, gulping. You opted for a nod. “Out loud, sweetheart,” his lips twitched, as if he wanted to smile, though his eyes were far from amused.

“It’s okay,” you returned, voice shaky.

A cat-like grin stretched across his face. Vases flew off the table, shattering here and there as he lifted you up onto the polished wood. His hips pushed between your legs, skirt riding up your thighs as he pressed himself against you. His mouth found yours again, this time with a kiss more feverish and wanton than before. Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair and you scooted back, allowing him onto the platform with you. A cat-like grin stretched across his face. Vases flew off the table, shattering here and there as he lifted you up onto the polished wood. His hips pushed between your legs, skirt riding up your thighs as he pressed himself against you. His mouth found yours again, this time with a kiss more feverish and wanton than before. Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair and you scooted back, allowing him onto the platform with you. He crawled atop you, guiding your hips in reverse. His lips moved back to your throat, littering it with tiny, discolored marks. Needy fingers pulled at the buttons of your blouse, threatening to rip them from the fabric. You quickly helped him remove it, revealing the sheer tank top underneath. Hungry eyes gazed over your chest, at the bralette you wore under, black and laced.

“Who knew...” Yoongi whispered as he pulled the bottom of your tank top from the waist of your skirt. You lifted it up and over your shoulders and tossed it aimlessly into the vague direction of the floor. It was hotter than you remembered it being in the greenhouse, your cheeks flushed and chest as well.

“You’d be such a naughty girl,” Yoongi continued as he tugged your skirt down your legs. His work had left you in nothing but panties and a bra, shivering under his lustful gaze. Those onyx eyes of his skimmed up your knees, over the swell of your breasts, virtually eating every curve on you up. Lowering himself ever so slowly, Yoongi kissed along your collarbones, licked underneath your breasts, though his sneaky fingers had begun to slide under the fabric. He lifted it with one strong pull and snapped the back, effectively ripping the bra apart. You couldn’t find it in yourself to scold him as his stare held onto the hardened nature of your nipples. In one sudden movement, he’d attached his mouth to your breasts, swirling his tongue around the sensitive skin. Arousal grew between your legs and you were sure you’d be soaked when he finally found you there. Heart pounding and breath held, you grabbed onto his locks of hair, soft moans escaping your lips. Yoongi looked up to admire the sight of you. Your head was tilted back, your jaw flexed and your eyes shut, swollen lips pursed as you spread your legs wider and pulled him closer. A dangerous thought crossed his mind;

His. You were all his.

It was odd to think that now, of all times, he’d advanced in his feelings for you. Since his first year at Hogwarts, he’d noticed you- how could he not? Your bright smile when you were named a Gryffindor somehow made his face hot, in a fashion that no girl or boy had never done. In most of his classes, you excelled at the top- you took pride in your work, strength, and knowledge. Second year, when you were invited to the Yule Ball by an upperclassman, as had he been, his eyes were not able to move from you in your golden dress. You shone like a beam of sunshine, and now here you were, glistening in the moonlight before him, whispering his name and smiling at his actions- all of it was overwhelming, in a glorious way that had him returning to devour you.

So distracted by the way he feathered kisses along your stomach, pressed them against your thighs, you barely noticed the way he dragged your panties down your sides.

Warm air met your lewd foldsglistening in the soft glow of the moon. Yoongi had never seen something quite so beautiful, except perhaps the precious curve of your lips into that utterly adorable smile. Your entrance was wide now, just waiting for his fingers to slip in.

Overcome with his hunger, Yoongi’s tongue licked one long stripe up your nerves, paying special attention to the center pearl. Pleasure burst up your chest and your head, unable to be held up, fell back onto the table with one long, unbelieving moan.

Yoongi wanted to laugh at how easily you became undone before him. You were so adorable, pulling at his hair and begging for him to put a finger in. After moments of licking, tasting, and the picturesque portrait of you with your legs spread, one long, pale finger teased its way at your entrance.

“Hmmm, Yoongi,” you mewled, your head tilting to watch.

His finger pushed into you with leisure. Wet, soft skin covered him, tightening around the appendage and clenching when they came to an end. “Another one, darling?” Yoongi rested his chest on the inside of your thigh, sparkling black eyes gazing up at you with the slightest hint of amusement. With words lost in the abyss of your throat, you managed a weak “yes”, and a nod to pair, bottom lip struck by your top row of teeth.

Without a second to pass, another finger entered you, languidly sliding between your legs. The feeling of your pussy, so tight and dripping and so delicious, Yoongi wasn’t sure how long he could continue before he lost control of himself.

His clothed body climbed atop yours, lips dripping with your cum pressing down onto you. You accepted his kiss eagerly, tasting yourself on his tongue, fingers running through his dark locks. Yoongi’s fingers worked magic on you as he left bruises behind on your collarbones, pushing in and out of you at a gentle, halted pace. You wished he’d go faster, but you kept that bit to yourself, suddenly feeling a bit shy at the fact that you were completely nude before him and he was still wearing his uniform.

“Yoongi,” you whispered, tugging at his button-up.

“Oh,” he kissed your lips chastely, “I’m sorry.”

Swiftly, he sat up to undo the buttons, raising the shirt and vest up and over his head. The loss of his fingers inside you had you writhing, though you found yourself lost in the exposed, cream-colored nature of his lean torso. He wasn’t overtly muscled, like his fifth year friend he adored so much, and yet muscles rippled in his shoulders as he moved them. You hurried to help him undo his belt, aiding in their exclusion amongst the pile of your own uniform. Left in dark green boxers, Yoongi’s length stood tall and hard, slightly dampened with traces of pre-cum.

You wanted to taste him ever so badly.

“Yoongi...” your darkened eyes lifted to look at him, “can I...?”

Yoongi stared at you, searching your features for a moment, before he understood what you meant. “Sweetheart,” he chuckled softly, “if you do, I won’t last.”

A sense of pride swelled in your chest, even though you hadn’t exactly done anything.

“Then...” you bit the inside of your cheek nervously, avoiding his eyes as color rushed into your face. “Can we...”

“Of course,” Yoongi returned breathlessly, pressing his lips to yours once again. He held your face gently, as if you were a piece of porcelain he might somehow shatter, though you were nothing of the like. You were strong and capable and he knew this to be true.

Yoongi discarded his boxers along the tile floor. His manhood sprung free, all pink and shiny and looking just about as delectable as ice cream. Your mouth salivated at the sight of him, legs instinctively parting further. He placed himself at your hips, licking his fingers before rubbing it against your entrance. And once he was sure you were wet, he placed the tip at your hole, lewdly pressing into you.

A long gasp escaped him. Shuddering, Yoongi moved until all of him was sheathed inside you. You welcomed him easily, tightly, wrapping all of your wet skin around him until he felt like he’d implode.

Eyes heavy and half-lidded with ecstasy, his hips met yours, hot skin on top of hot skin. He nearly collapsed on top of you, lips finding your bruised throat.

“Fuck,” you moaned, clawing down his back.

Yoongi’s hips moved, reeling back only to slam into your folds once again. “Jesus,” he groaned, throwing his head back with a half-smile, “you’re so fucking tight.”

His appreciative words only did more for your arousal. Yoongi’s hips snapped back and forth, his cock digging deeper into your pussy with each thrust. Your fingernails dug into his skin, leaving behind pink crescents of pleasure, undoubtedly leaving marks for him to view tomorrow morning.

That familiar coil of pleasure returned. Your pussy was so absolutely delicious that he felt inferior, and for the first time it was inexplicably hard to keep himself from cumming inside you. He held onto your waist, thumbs digging into your skin.

And as he worked himself between you, you found yourself thinking of him as a first year, beautiful and quiet and always lost in a book or two. Talented, handsome Min Yoongi- the boy you thought had never noticed you, or never thought to say hello. You wondered momentarily if this affair was once in a lifetime, or if he’d felt that tug of magnetic attraction the same as you had that day on the train. It was that day his young self had found you, sitting alone with your eyes peering out the window, and when you’d spotted him staring from the sliding door, he’d disappeared in a flash of dark hair and dark robes.

You hoped it was more than a fling, but if it wasn’t, you were prepared.

“Fuck,” Yoongi’s forehead rested on the space between your neck and shoulder, sweat dripping onto your hot skin. “I’m... ______, I’m so...”

“Inside me,” you begged suddenly, running your hands up to pull on his soft, yet matted hair.

He lifted his head in surprise, staring down at your flushed, gorgeous face.

Another thrust and you were clenching so tightly around him that a long, strangled moan rumbled in his throat, his movements suddenly jagged and short. Yoongi emptied himself inside you in a flood of hot liquid, another lewd slap of skin on skin.

You laid there on the table like some kind of specimen, arms above your head, chest heaving erratically as you tried to catch your breath. Beside you Yoongi fell, pulling you into his chest with one bicep to hold up your head. The simple action of holding you warmed your heart, enough that you kissed the skin of his chest and smiled ever so softly to yourself.

“You...” Yoongi whispered breathlessly above you.

You smiled, confused. “Me?”

“You.” Yoongi said in finality, as if addressing you was the solution to the world’s problems.

You stifled your laughter, “You, too.”

His lips twitched into a smile. Yoongi rarely smiled, and when he did, it was as if the clouds on a rainy day had parted to allow a beam of sun to stream through. Now, in the moonlight, he was a beam of silver, dark locks disheveled on his pale forehead. He looked, in short, like an angel. Or a demon in an angel’s disguise.

“______,” Yoongi began, sounding as relaxed as he’d ever been, “do you wanna hang out tomorrow?”

Hang out? Did he mean “hang out” in a friend way, or was this his polite way of asking you to be his friends with benefits? You swallowed, preparing yourself for the latter.

“....Hang....out?” You repeated slowly.

Yoongi sensed your hesitation and ran his fingers down your forearm, “I mean like, get hot chocolate and... whatever people do on dates.”

Excitement bubbled within you. And worse, hope.

“Dates?” You wondered, trying to hide your eagerness.

“Yes,” Yoongi laughed awkwardly, “yes, a date.”

You couldn’t fight your triumphant smile.

“Yes. Yes, I’d love to.”

a/n: its the holidays! send in your holiday-related requests! (:

🎁

848 notes · View notes

undertale-rho · 4 years

Text

Underearth: Book 4 - Chapter 16

As Frisk walked along the narrow bridges that connected the small spires of rock at the start of the Hotlands, he couldn't help but imagine the bridge below his feet exploding like the one before did, and him falling into the river of lava below. Shuddering at the thought, Frisk broke into a run, hurrying across the last bridge and approaching the laboratory.

With the laboratory coming into clearer view, Frisk noticed something wrong. The sliding doors were jammed open; one of the doors was only in partially, while the other stood lopsided. Approaching the doors, he saw that the inside of the laboratory was pitch black.

Stepping through the broken doors, Frisk continued through the laboratory, hugging the right wall, until he had come to the elevator on the far side of the building that led down to a hidden laboratory. Across from the elevator was a light switch which, as soon as Frisk felt where it was, was flipped, turning on the lights.

When the lights flickered to life, Frisk saw that the elevator door was also broken, though this looked more like it had been pried open by force. Behind the doors was nothing, just an empty shaft. Approaching the elevator, Frisk suddenly heard a familiar voice from behind him.

"Greetings, Partner." it said.

Frisk shot around only to find a blur of flesh flying at him, quickly followed by a tackle that spun him around, back towards the elevator doors. When his mind had finally made sense of what was happening, he saw Chara standing right in front of him, her arms up over his shoulders and around his neck.

Chara, once the movement had finished, leaned backwards into the empty elevator shaft, her arms still around Frisk's neck. Feeling himself being pulled in, Frisk shot his arms out to either side of him, grabbing the frame of the elevator door to stop him from being pulled into the shaft by Chara's weight and falling quite the distance, probably to his death.

"What is taking you so long?" she asked. "Every time you decide to murder all your friends again, you always get here way sooner than you have this time."

"In case you haven't noticed, Chara," Frisk strained out, his focus more on keeping himself from death by falling. "everybody was expecting me."

"Oh I know. Isn't it exciting?" Chara said. "Everyone started evacuating a lot sooner, too! Made it a lot easier to cut them all to ribbons.

"Speaking of which, I found where everyone was hiding." she gestured her head downward. "Alphys put them all down here. They clearly weren't expecting me to break in and kill them all. Oh, you should have seen the look on Alphys's face when I cut her open." Chara then laughed sadistically as Frisk looked on in horror, thinking Was this really how I acted with LOV!?

Chara's smile then faded slightly. "Though, come to think of it, I thought I saw a ghost fleeing with a Human who was carrying a robot. When I went down to the reactor to kill them, I found that the reactor elevator was missing." Her grin widened again. "Looks like you've got some trouble up in Elysium." she said slyly.

"Why are you telling me this?" Frisk asked. "Why not just kill me like you did last time, up in Helios Station?"

The corners of Chara's mouth curled upwards slightly. "To show you that I don't need you anymore. I have found a way to destroy the Barrier myself. I am letting you live for now in the hopes that you'll once again see things my way and join me in destroying all of Humanity!"

Before Frisk could raise protest, Chara pulled herself back up to his face, their noses just barely touching. "You have company." she whispered. "See you soon." Chara then let go of Frisk, falling away into the dark depths of the hidden lab below.

Pulling away from the empty doorway, Frisk then heard heavy footsteps coming from the opening to the laboratory to his left. Looking over, he saw the Riverperson approaching him.

"You..." the Riverperson mumbled, his voice hoarse. "you killed them all..."

Frisk looked back at the elevator, then back at the Riverperson, unsure of what to sayâ€”whether he should defend himself, or to take the blame.

"I am such a coward..." the Riverperson mumbled. "I trusted that they all could have killed you... Grillby... Gerson... Undyne... But with you here, they're dead, aren't they... And not just them, but everyone in the Outskirts..."

Frisk looked away, his own eyes beginning to show signs of flooding. Damn it... he thought. What am I doing?

The Riverperson raised one of his marred hands up to the neck of his cloak and tore it off. Frisk couldn't believe what he was seeing. The figure beneath the cloak looked Human, though more like a zombie with the exposed bones from the complete lack of flesh in multiple areas. What hair he had was black and messy, with most of it on his face in the form of a mustache and beard. Of the skin that the Riverperson did possess, Frisk noticed that it was of a remarkably similar shade to that of Serif's.

The brown eyes of the Riverperson shot into focus at Frisk, a burning hatred appearing deep within them.

"I am Charon Courier Gaster, Riverman of the Acheron." he spat. "Seeing as your filth-heap clawed its way out of the Citadel, I trust that my brother Serif is dead too, murdered at your sadistic hands."

Frisk stumbled backwards in shock at this sudden shift in tone. Instead of answering with words, Frisk simply pulled the spinal sword from his wrist. Seeing it, Charon's eyes burned ever brighter.

"I see..." he said. "so... this is for Serif, Toriel, Sans, Grillby, Gerson, Undyne, and every Monster that fled into that hole to hide from you. I ask you; who's the real monster here?"

The sound of shattering glass then rang throughout the lab followed by a light blue SOUL rising from the broken jar next to Charon. Seeing it, Frisk swung his sword towards the pair, though it wasn't fast enough to stop him from absorbing the SOUL.

As the tip of the blade shot itself at Charon's head, his eyes snapped open with blue glowing in them and, with a swift movement, shot himself upwards to avoid the thorns. Frisk looked up at the now airborne Charon as his eyes turned from blue to grey.

Frisk looked into an infinite black. The silence around him, deafening. The smell of putrid flesh corroded the inside of his nostrils as a chilling breath swept across his body.

Stumbling through the darkness, Frisk felt a surge of pain hit a side of his body as though he had placed his hand on a still-hot burner. Stepping away from the place he had felt the sensation, the opposite side began to burn.

Continuing to stumble drunkenly away from the places that burned, a blinding light shot through his eyes as a sensation of falling suddenly gripped him. With his eyes closed, he could hear wind rushing past his ears. Opening his eyes again revealed that he was now within the elevator shaft, falling far from the light above.

"Foolish child." Charon muttered above, looking at the broken elevator doors. "Although you'd presented skill in seeing through my illusions, you were no match for that spell." he then let out a sigh. "It has been so long since I've had the power to use that for any amount of time. Thank you, Human, for letting me use the power of your SOUL."

Looking away from the shaft, Charon turned to face the way he had come in. "I should tell him that the Human is dead..." he then muttered; a mournful song hinted deep within his voice.

As Charon walked towards the exit, a thorny rope shot past him, wrapping fast around his neck, and squeezing as soon as possible, crushing his neck into nothing as his head shot upward, its fading eyes catching sight of Frisk floating just above the ground at the maw of the elevator shaft, his eyes glowing a vibrant blue.

Breathing heavily, Frisk relaxed his focus and collapsed to the ground, the spinal sword in his hand vaporizing back into red energy before flowing back into him. "Thanks for showing me that I could use that magic on myself." he said to the slowly crystallizing corpse after a few seconds' work at catching his breath.

Standing up, Frisk walked towards the door that led deeper into the Hotlands. Upon nearing the door, the sound of a fridge opening caught his attention.

"For a scientist, I expected more from her stock..." Chara said, pawing at something in the open refrigerator. After a few seconds, she pulled out a package of instant noodles, ripped it open, and began crunching on the contents within. "Eh, they're better dry anyway." she muttered.

"What are you doing back here?" Frisk asked, turning to face her completely.

Crunching on more noodles, she quickly swallowed her mouthful before answering. "To congratulate you on a most excellent kill. I wasn't entirely sure you'd actually pull through, yet here you are, and here is Uncle Charon as a worthless pile of rock."

"Uncle Charon?" he asked, somewhat bemused.

Chara's smile faded slightly as she simply stared at the dead Monster. After a few seconds, she suddenly sucked in a load of air and looked back at Frisk. "All the elevators are unlocked. You can go all the way up to R3 from the L1 elevator." She then walked to the broken entrance. "See you soon." she said before exiting the lab.

Quickly, Frisk charged after her. Upon exiting the lab himself, back into the area out front, he found nothing. Where does she keep vanishing to? he thought.

About a minute later, Frisk stopped looking around and walked through the opening in the cliff-face and into the L1 elevator, selecting R3, hoping that all the questions he had piled up would eventually be answered.

Sozo : Evacuation Failure

Previous First posting First of this book Next

#undertale #undertale au #undertale rho #UTRStory #underearth #sozo

0 notes