#hoshi ff

[an-annyeoing-writer]

perhaps also, at your own request, “This wouldn’t happen if you just listened to me.” + hoshi? uwu

PLS YOU TOTALLY DIDN'T HAVE TO SAY I ASKED YOU FOR IT you little rat hiding behind the anon button

No idea what I made out of this. It's weird. That's it.

Hoshi x Reader // WC: 1.0k // G: Hurt/comfort, tiger hybrid!Hoshi, owner!Reader // TW: Ownership, graphic descriptions of injury, fetishization (?) of injury, sharp teeth, Reader feels guilty for having questionable thoughts

There is some ultimate level of intimacy in treating each other’s wounds. But you would hate to let him know that it brings you comfort to tend to the slash on his back, the thing tainting his skin that is now pale from fatigue. You would hate for him to know how beautiful you find it. Because you are supposed to discourage this behavior. You are his owner, and teaching him the ways of the world is a responsible thing to do.

He lets out a small hiss when you press a wet cloth into the wound.

“Don’t move” you murmur. His fingers clench around the bedsheets that the two of you are sitting on top of, but he doesn’t say a word.

You press into the wound again and he flinches.

“Does it hurt?” you ask. You put the cloth down without hurry and reach to his bare shoulders, kneading his muscles gently to help him relax. The wound, although long, is not deep nor dangerous. It might need stitches, you ponder. You’ve never stitched a wound before. You don’t think you should, not without the training and expertise. But you can’t help but imagine how it would feel to put a needle through his skin, to hear him whimper as you pull the flesh together.

“Just a bit” he admits hesitantly. He doesn’t like to show when it hurts. He doesn’t want you to feel bad for him.

“This wouldn’t happen if you just listened to me” you hum, almost pleased with yourself when he turns his head just to send you a dirty look. You can’t help but chuckle. “Thoughtless tiger. Why did you even go there? I told you the villagers are scared of hybrids. This isn’t the city, Hoshi, we need to be careful.”

“Something smelled nice.”

You hesitated, tilting your head to the side.

“Nice? Like what?”

“Sweet. Like edible flowers. I got curious.”

“Edible flowers…?”

He shrugs and then winces when it makes the skin of his back move uncomfortably. He looks tired, and before you notice, he’s prying your hands off himself and laying down, placing his head in your lap. He seeks comfort. You provide.

“You know I only want what’s the best for you” you whisper, placing your hand on top of his head. His hair is soft, although you’re starting to miss his fur. But it’s best so that he doesn’t try to shift now.

Maybe he can stay like this some more, so you can enjoy the view before having to patch it up. It isn’t bleeding anymore. It’s good that it isn’t. But you have to force that thought to sound out in your head, because there is a pang of disappointment. He’s beautiful when he bleeds.

“You’re so messed up” he suddenly whispers and your hand stills.

“Hm?”

“I know what you’re thinking.”

“You don’t” you reply, maybe a bit too fast.

He shifts, looking up at you. The movement is careful, but he still winces ever so slightly at the motion. His eyes look through you. You swear that he can see everything. All the messed up things that go on in your head when you try to maintain the reputation of a guardian.

“Don’t be afraid of it” he suddenly says. “And be honest with me. I’m honest with you, aren’t I?”

You only part your lips, but realize that the best you can utter is another excuse, and he must sense it because he suddenly places his hand on your chest and pushes you down, your back hitting the mattress as he climbs on top of you.

Your heart flutters. It makes you feel guilty.

You’re supposed to take care of him, for God’s sake.

He tilts his head to the side, observing you curiously. Your eyes skim over his bare chest but linger on the little red patch where the slash on his back reaches his shoulder.

He notices. And smirks.

“You’re so messed up” he says again and you cover your face with your hands, looking away – anywhere but at him, because you can’t take the pressure of his gaze. “Touch it.”

The command comes out of nowhere and he pries one hand away from your face, guiding it to his back. Your heart is thudding in your chest, but you don’t think he’s leaving you a choice. You reach and your fingers find the rough edge of a wound. He quivers a little but his gaze remains strong. You can’t see it, but you envision it as your fingers reach further and brush the wet inside of the gash.

“Do you want one, too?” You aren’t sure what he’s referring to until he bares his teeth, elongated fangs coming into your vision as his jaws hover inches above your neck. You hear a low growl that resonates through your bones.

“P-please…” It slips your lips before you can think about it.

It will hurt if he does, you realize. It might even be lethal. But these are the secondary thoughts. The primary is that it will be so, so beautiful, and finally you will be able to enjoy one without the guilt of it costing him his pain.

It takes forever before he pulls away. The disappointment on your face must be visible enough that he chuckles, almost childishly. Innocently. Like it doesn’t bother him in the slightest.

“You’re so messed up. You’re lucky that I like you.”

Your breath is heavy, mind still high on the image he’s put in your head with that little offer, even though he tore it away in the end.

“Y-you know I wouldn’t take advantage of you, right?” you say, but there’s uncertainty in your voice. Like you don’t fully believe in your own words. The guilt is ripping at you.

“I know.” He doesn’t hesitate. “That’s why I trust you.”

Later, when you finish patching up his wound, you press gentle kisses along the dressing. You think you feel him purr as you do, but you can’t be too sure.

The image of his teeth stays in your mind for a long time after that.

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[the-therapist-needs-therapy]

Dates Like You (2)

Pairing : Soonyoung x Reader

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : None

Comfort In You (1)

Soonyoung's first date with you doesn't go as he expected. But at least it was fun.

Soonyoung's ideal first date was a pottery studio. His grin was bright as usual as he stands proudly in front of the only studio he could find in that area.

"So, pottery?" you giggle at the adorable idea he had came up with.

"Yes. I was thinking of something unique," he says, "You don't like it?"

You shake your head aggressively, partly wondering where he had gotten that idea from, "Of course, I love it. I've always been an arts person and yet I've never tried pottery before"

"Good thing I brought you here, then"

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"Look here, kids, you both seem like trouble. I have some foreign tourists who want to learn pottery as well. Please don't make any mess," Mrs. Yoon, the owner of the studio says, but the grin you and Soonyoung share doesn't seem convincing to her.

"Of course, Mrs. Yoon. We're angels"

"I hope that's true," she sighs and walks off to the tourists who had been waiting for the past 10 minutes.

"Do you know how to do it?" you ask Soonyoung once you were not able to see the lady anymore.

"Of course," he replies confidentially.

"Then, you'll have to teach me"

Soonyoung walks over to one of the pottery wheels where Mrs. Yoon had already set up all the equipments including a decent amount of clay. You follow him and sit by the wheel, and Soonyoung plops himself next to you.

"I seriously have no idea what to do," you admit, your ears turning red.

"You have to place the clay on the wheel first. Then, while the wheel spins you can shape the clay into literally anything," Soonyoung explains and you look at him blankly, still not feeling confident.

He sees your expression and laughs, "Let me help you," he moves behind you.

You flush at the sudden closure between the both of you.

"So," he whispers in your ear, placing his hand on yours, his legs trapping your own, leaving no gap between you, "We have to put the clay on the wheel head, first," he grabs some clay from the side and places it on the wheel and turns it on.

"Now, we have to shape it," he guides your hands, fingers sliding into yours as he shapes the clay. You watch in amusement as the clay takes form, wondering if your hands were the one doing it.

You didn't say anything, being too focused on your beating heart and through your back you could hear Soonyoung's too. Your face was set in a dark shade of scarlet.

"I know it isn't easy but it's fun," Soonyoung whispers in your ear and you nod, as no words came from your throat.

A while later, you were done with your pottery and Soonyoung frees his tangled limbs from yours, making you sigh in relief because finally your heart can calm down.

Soonyoung's eyes were on the mug he made. It had some minor flaws but you thought that it still looked cute.

"I'm not an expert as you can see from the final product," Soonyoung looks sheepish, his cheeks dusted in red.

"It looks adorable. I'm keeping it forever. I mean, if you let me"

"Of course," he pulls you closer by your hand. He cups your cheek, despite his hands being a mess from all the clay, "Can I kiss you?"

Man, you would have died then and there. The look in his eyes was enough to make you breathless. It wasn't the most romantic place, with all the clay and dust, but for you it was enough. You nod, flustered and Soonyoung grins before pressing his lips against yours.

You could feel his smile as he kisses you slowly but before you could kiss back, you hear Mrs. Yoon's shriek.

"You kids, my studio is not the place for you to be making out. Get lost before I kick you out. And take that thing with you," you pull away from Soonyoung, all flustered from the second kiss you shared with him.

"We're sorry, Mrs. Yoon," you apologize and pack up your things including the mug, while Soonyoung stood by with a giddy smile.

"Bye, Mrs. Yoon," you say, grabbing Soonyoung by the arm and leave the studio.

"You shouldn't have done that"

"I asked your permission though!"

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"Soonyoung, are you done?" you ask trying to peep through your fingers. Soonyoung had brought you to his house, wanting to show you something and had you close your eyes. You were sitting beside him at his dining table.

"Almost. Don't look," he says, "And done. You can look now"

You remove your hands from your face. Soonyoung smiles and hands you the now-painted mug. His smile widens seeing upon your reaction.

"Oh my god. It looks so adorable," you say cupping the mug in your hands with a grin, "Thank you"

"No problem. I just thought it looked too plain. Also," he pointed at the bottom, "I wrote our initials".

You turn the mug over and sure it was there. K.S.Y + Y/N written in bold letters with a small heart below it. 'First Gift on the First Date' was written in even smaller letters and it puts a smile on your face.

"You're my girlfriend, now, Y/n. This gift proves it"

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[kpop-kitkat]

Hi! Can i request a seventeen hoshi angst inspired by rihanna's song california king bed where hoshi is giving mixed signals and reader is wishing secretly that he will love them back in spite of their "arrangement"?

Wishing On Stars | Kwon Soonyoung

pairing | arranged husband!kwon soonyoung x f!reader 

genre/cw | angst, fluff, heavy sexual content but not exactly smut, mention of sex, explicit language, unrequited love (temporarily), crying, arranged marriage, fluffy end

wc | 1.5k

notes | thanks for the request! as you requested, this fic is based off of the lyrics of california king bed by rihanna. also sorry if you didn’t want a fluffy ending, I just love him too much to let it end so sad, you know? nonetheless, enjoy! :D

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Y/n smiled at the sight before her. A beautiful Kwon Soonyoung, sleeping peacefully as the light from the window poured in through the opened curtains. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and brush the silver hair away from his angelic face, but reality stopped her. It didn’t matter what happened last night. In the morning, everything was always different. 

When he began to stir, she moved away, not wanting to disturb him. And when she saw him yawn, she quickly got up, and decided to get herself ready for the day in the grand bathroom. Washing up, doing her makeup, and deciding on a decent outfit. When she exited the bathroom, she saw the dreamy man sitting on the edge of the bed, looking right at her. She felt bare to him, when he looked at her like that. She hated and loved the feeling at the same time. 

“Y/n?” 

Her ears perked up. He was talking to her. All of these possible scenarios ran through her head. Could this be the moment she’s secretly been waiting for ever since they were arranged to be married by their parents? Could it be?

”Yes?” Y/n smiled.

”I’m working late today, so don’t bother waiting up for me. I’ll probably get dinner somewhere else,” he deadpanned as he stretched his arms. 

“Oh, okay,” she fake smiled. Inside, she was hurt. Did he really ever care for her at all? 

“Oh and also, my laundry needs done, if you could please take care of that,” he said before going up to her. Confusedly, she backed into the door of the bathroom. What was he doing? “I need to use the bathroom Y/n,” he gestured to the door behind her. 

“Oh, right sorry,” she moved out of the way for him. He entered and closed the door, locking it behind him.

Y/n stared at her feet. Soonyoung always acted like the night before never happened. How he had her screaming his name, and cumming all over his cock. Her hands pinned above her head as his length filled her to the brim. The tears that ran down her face from the overwhelming pleasure. It never happened, according to Soonyoung’s face. But she knew that at night, he’d forget his coldness towards her and do it all over again. It was just the way he did things, whether Y/n liked it, or not. And she couldn’t say anything. She was bound to him through marriage. She had to obey and respect him for the rest of her life. And no, it wasn’t fair to her, to be in love with someone who didn’t treat her right. But it was normal for her. She was used to it.

~~~~~

Soonyoung adjusted his tie as the meeting finished, the board members filing out. He took a sip of his coffee and leaned back in his chair with a sigh, obviously stressed.

”Hey Soonyoung, you don’t look too well,” Seungkwan noted, looking at his friend’s face. “Are you feeling alright?”

”Fine… just… tired,” Soonyoung lied through his teeth. He couldn’t tell them the truth without breaking down in tears, and he knew it. 

“I’ve seen that face before. Tell us the truth, it won’t hurt you,” Minghao deadpanned, crossing his arms. 

Soonyoung sighed. “It isn’t any of your business, alright?” He snapped, causing Minghao to back off slightly.

But he persevered. “No Soonyoung. It is our business if you being like this is going to effect our meetings. And it isn't doing you any good keeping things in the dark. We’re your friends. What could hurt you?” Minghao reasoned.

”You are persuasive,” Soonyoung admitted. “Well, truthfully, I’m in love with my arranged wife.”

”That’s amazing! Y/n is such a nice girl, she deserves a good person like you,” Seungkwan clapped. 

“No it’s not like that it’s… complicated. I convinced myself I wanted this arranged marriage to be strictly for business. So I built myself a reputation and I was cold towards her, rude even. And I know Y/n did nothing to deserve it. To deserve me. But now I’m not so sure she’ll be so understanding if I tell her the truth. I wanted it to be business until I fell in love. And now… it’s messy,” he explained. “And it doesn’t help that we fuck almost every night and I pretend like nothing happened in the morning. I just didn’t want anything between us, but she was always just so tempting. Now, I see that I really was just being selfish. I had no regard for her feelings and only focused on myself. Now fixing things is going to be… not so easy.”

Minghao and Seungkwan listened intently to their friend’s rant.

”She deserves the world. And I’m just not sure I’m the one to give it to her anymore.” 

“Soonyoung, you are the one. From what you’ve told me about her, I’d say she’s in love with you too. And I bet she’d be more than happy hearing your confession. She’s been chasing after you in secret. Now you should tell her the truth. Everything will be right again,” Minghao smiled. “Come on, I can’t see you like this everyday. You deserve love as much as she does. Go get your girl.”

”Yeah. Go get her,” Seungkwan agreed.

Soonyoung only nodded before leaving the room. 

The drive back home allowed him to think about what he’d say. And he thought it through very carefully. He hoped she’d still be up, him being gone pretty late and all.

He quietly opened the door and looked around. He noticed a familiar h/c head on sofa, reading a book. He decided to sit beside as he still thought about how he’d go about his confession in his head. And truth be told, he’d never been more nervous in his entire lifetime. Then, he thought maybe he’d act like he normally did, and then surprise her with a change of heart. 

He liked that idea. 

He moved closer to wife, as she slowly set down her book. Once directly in front of her, he gently raised her chin, looking directly into her eyes. She stared back up at him, already seeing stars. It was just how every night between them went. She shuddered when she felt his hand slide up her shirt. And it wasn’t long until his lips came down onto hers. Their lips moved in perfect sync, like always. His hands traveled all the way up to her breasts as he began massaging them through the fabric of her lingerie. The one Soonyoung liked best on her. 

Y/n realized then, she couldn’t do this anymore. She was done. She pushed him away, leaving him confused. “Soonyoung,” she began, tearing up unintentionally. “I can’t do this anymore.”

”What?” He asked, backing off of her.

”I can’t go any further until I get an answer,” she explained.

”What is it?” He tilted his head.

”I need to know if you love me, Soonyoung. Because it seems that every time we do…. this, you forget it the next morning. You act like it never happened. I can’t do this anymore. I love you, okay? And I need to know if you love me or not because I’m getting mixed signals from you and I hate it,” she said quietly, head hanging in sadness. “I need to know.”

”Y/n baby,” he began, catching her off guard because he’d never called her that before. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something. And that something answers your questions. I do love you, whether you believe me or not. At first, I’ll admit, I wanted us to be strictly business. No intimacy, no real relationship, just business. But then we started this new nightly routine and I… fell in love with you. Every single part of you. And I’ve realized how messy I’ve made things. I hurt you and disregarded all of your feelings. But if you give me a chance, I’ll give you the world. Just like you deserved in the first place,” he smiled, taking her hand in his. “Will you give me a chance?”

”Oh Soonyoung,” she smiled, despite the tear that left her eye. “Of course I will.” 

Soonyoung smiled back nearing her face. “I love you.” 

He wasted no time reconnecting their lips, as he hungrily kissed her. He wanted to savor this kiss, like he never had before. Remember how she tasted. He wanted to remember how she felt when he was inside of her. He wanted all of her. 

~~~~~

Y/n smiled at the yet again peacefully sleeping Soonyoung. She reached out to brush the hair away from his face, not afraid of his reaction. And when he woke, he smiled at her. “Good morning love,” he smiled. 

“Good morning sunshine.”

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Hoshi/Kwon Soonyoung x reader- High school AU

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Summary:

Wonwoo is warm. He smells like smoke and tastes like ash. I like it. I like when his arm is around my waist and his tongue is in my mouth. I like when he reaches his hands up and squeezes my breasts over the summer uniform. My legs shift so I’m straddling his lap on a rickety old chair on the roof of our school. He pulls back and looks at me seriously, “So do you like someone?” I nod. “Is it Hoshi?” I nod again. He chuckles. __________ Whirlwind romances are a high school thing. Kwon Soonyoung's conquests are no different. But as high school is drawing to a close and the noose of adulthood tightens over youth, can people make the right decisions? Can young love stand the test of time?