> Yoba(Self Insert/Oc) x Mr. Qi
Tooth rotting fluff + Very small suggestive talk
✦✦PROSHIPPERS/COMSHIPPERS DO NOT INTERACT.✦✦
Mr. Qi woke up from his bed as he rubbed his eyes and stretched his body.
He turned, eyes half closed towards the other side of his bed. Usually, his wife, Yoba, was there either smiling at him or asleep.
Today, she wasn't, and he panicked mentally.
"Calm down, she has a life Qi." He told himself verbally.
"BUT WHO KNOWS!? SHE MIGHTVE GOTTEN KIDNAPPED AND I WOULDN'T KNOWN ABOUT IT!? OR MAYBE SHES TIRED OF ME AND DITCHED!!" His thoughts rased otherwise.
He sweats, furrowing his eyebrows and shutting his eyes tightly, trying to at least calm down.
He flinched when he got a kiss on the cheek.
Yoba was looking at him, giggling.
"I just took a shower, I didn't mean to scare you," She told him, sitting on the bed with a towel wrapped around her body, caressing his cheek with her hand.
"No, no, It's fine.. I mean.. You have a life. I shouldn't be expecting you to always be there on the bed." Mr. Qi chuckled softly.
"We both know you don't mean that, I would rather not have a life when I'm without you." Yoba gave him a nose kiss, softly patting his chest.
Mr. Qi couldn't say anything. He just leaned his head on her wet shoulder.
"What's so special about today anyway.." Mr. Qi asked Yoba.
"Let me get dressed first." Yoba chuckled, rubbing his back and getting up from the bed.
He watched his wife get dressed from the other side of their room.
"She's so gorgeous.." He thought to himself with a flustered face.
Mr. Qi always felt so giddy about his wife. She never managed to make him feel old even with having just a simple lifestyle since they are both extremely rich anyway.
Yoba always manages to make him feel new, making him feel like nothing has changed when he and her were young.
And by young like quite literally when they were both stars, but thats another story.
More giddy thoughts continued, and eventually, Yoba asked Mr. Qi if she can blindfold him.
"Are we trying a new thing or.." He asked with a furrowed eyebrow. She was always a surprise to him.. especially in bed.
"Pft, No.." Yoba laughed, "It's a surprise but not that kind." She puffed her cheeks.
Mr. Qi agreed to let her blindfold him.
"I mean not yet, but still.." Yoba joked.
She held his hand, and the two got up from the bed. She kept her hand held to his as the two walked downstairs.
She made him sit on a chair and eventually let go, Mr. Qi furrowed his eyebrows to this.
"No, I am not leaving you, Qi. I just needed to get something." It's like she read his mind, being a little far from him.
Silence as she unblindfolds his eyes.
He looks down, a stardrop shaped purple waffle plated before him, with a lighted up purple candle in the middle of the open circle.
"I know you won't like it, but I'm going to do it anyway." Yoba said as she grabbed a tambourine.
She plays the tambourine, "Happy birthday to you~" She sang the same word three times, Mr. Qi chuckled, blushing.
"Happy birthday to~ youu~" Yoba stopped playing as she hugged Mr. Qi's neck sideways, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Letting him go and standing beside him, Mr. Qi blew out the candle and took it out, "Did you make your wish?" Yoba asked.
"Well, I did, but everything I wished for is already granted." Mr. Qi looked at his wife, smiling as he softly pulled her closer, his head placed on her upper stomach.
"Even me?" She asked with a flustered face.
"Especially you." He hugged her, Mr. Qi eventually let go and asked Yoba to sit beside him. Obviously, she agreed.
He cut a piece of the waffle and ate it, flinched at the amazing flavours.
"What'd you put in this?" Mr. Qi asked Yoba with a mouthful.
"Iridium quality ingredients, and also Iridium quality Ube (Purple Yam) and an extremely tiny pinch of your own seasoning (Qi seasoning)," Yoba replied to his question
Mr. Qi turned back to his food, finishing what he chewed, "You shouldn't have used the seasoning, you know, I would've loved to taste this naturally." He smiled as he ate some more.
"Not my fault you keep so many in our cupboards.." Yoba pouted.
"You don't like my cooking!" Mr. Qi cried
"I dooo!!" She argued back
"The last time I cooked naturally, you gagged.." He pouted back.
"And that was quite literally the first time you cooked. We aren't born to be master chiefs in a day." Yoba rubbed his shoulder softly.
"I'm not taking the risk." Mr. Qi pouted more.
"You know how much I love anything you make Qi Qi, Just saying you should give it another try without the seasoning.. Since you're asking me not to use it too." She pouted, resting her head onto his shoulder.
Mr. Qi stopped pouting and replused, groaning, "I will never say no to you.." He tilt his body so it was facing towards her, grabbing her face firmly yet softly.
"Hm?" Yoba looked up at him, with a soft smile.
Squeezing her face, she was smothered by his kisses, "Graugh!!" She pouted.
Mr. Qi eventually stopped and continued to eat his dish.
"Have you eaten yet anyway?" He asked her.
"No, I haven't, but it's okay." Yoba responded. It's not like she didn't mind. She doesn't even have to eat anyway. Since she's a god.
"Have some." Mr. Qi took a piece, as if reading her mind, "You should at least try some of what you made, I don't want you to just watch me eat.." He giggled.
"Mmmm, okay.." She took a bite and chewed.
Mr. Qi cut the waffle perfectly 50/50 and put it on another plate for her.
"And you can't say noooo because it's my birthday and you have to eattt~" He smiled.
"We both know we don't need to actually eat.." Yoba made him lean closer to her as she bit his cheek.
"Yeah, but it wouldn't kill us to try some dishes." Mr. Qi kissed her cheek.
"Whatever.." The two ate together.
A silent, comfortable minute passed by, and Yoba gave him another piece.
"I'm full.." Yoba told him.
"We can save it for later." Mr. Qi got up and held the plate, putting it in the fridge.
"I'll go wa–" She was instantly softly pushed onto the couch in the living room.
"It's my birthday, and whatever I say goes, take it easy today." Mr. Qi said, walking away to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Yoba turned back to look at her husband, the birthday boy, washing the dishes for her.
"So stupid.." She smiled, turning back around and covering her flustered face with her hands.
