synopsis: yangyang wins you a plushie at an arcade and names it after himself. at first, it’s just a joke but he lowkey gets jealous when you cuddle it too much. turns out, he was using it as an excuse to get closer to you, and he finally confesses.
wc: 829
genre: fluffyyy
You never expected the day to go like this.
Yangyang was the one who suggested going out. Nothing big just walking around, getting snacks, doing nothing together. Those were the kind of days he liked most. No plans, no loud places. Just you and him, wandering around until the sky turned orange.
It was your idea to stop by the little arcade near the corner. You liked the lights. He liked the silly games. The place wasn’t busy, just a few kids and someone eating soft noodles near the back. You both drifted from machine to machine, laughing, losing, laughing more.
Then you saw the claw machine. You paused in front of it, pointing through the glass. There was a little bear inside, tucked in the corner light brown with a floppy head and a tiny smile.
Yangyang leaned down beside you.
“You want it?”
You didn’t answer right away. You just looked at it. It reminded you of something small and sleepy. It was cute. You liked cute.
Before you could say yes, he was already pulling coins from his pocket.
“I’ll win it for you,” he said.
You smiled, but your voice was teasing.
“You really think you can?”
He glanced at you with that grin half cocky, half playful. “I’m lucky when you’re watching.”
The claw dropped.
Missed.
Twice.
Then three times.
You were trying not to laugh, but he was talking to the machine like it could hear him.
“Don’t embarrass me,” he whispered to it. “She’s watching.”
On the fourth try, the claw actually caught the bear. Wobbly and slow, it pulled it up and over and barely dropped it into the prize chute.
“HA!” he shouted, way too loud for how small the bear was. “See? Told you.”
He grabbed it and turned toward you, holding it out like a gift. But then paused.
“Actually,” he said, “I’m naming it after me.”
You blinked. “What?”
“It’s me now. A mini version. So technically I’m giving you me.”
You stared at him. He kept going, clearly nervous now. “Like, now you can cuddle me whenever. Or yell at me if I’m not there. He’s me. So be nice to him, okay?”
He pushed the bear into your arms and walked away before you could say anything, muttering, “Just don’t forget he’s me.”
That night, the plushie slept beside you. You didn’t plan it, really. You were just lying there, and it was already in your hands. You looked at it for a while, then turned your head and tucked it under your arm.
The next morning, Yangyang texted you.
“Did he behave?”
“No talking back?”
“He snores, I’m warning you.”
You sent him a picture of the plushie sitting on your pillow.
“He took your spot.”
“Too late to take him back.”
Yangyang didn’t answer for a while.
But when he did, it was just:
“Don’t let him fall in love with you too.”
Weeks passed.
The plushie started showing up in your photos. You didn’t mean to include it, but it was always there—in your bed, on your desk, beside your juice box, hiding in your hoodie sleeve. You started calling it “Yang.”
Yangyang didn’t say anything at first.
Then one day, he came over. Late afternoon, golden sunlight peeking through the blinds. You were curled up on your couch, half asleep, the plushie tucked under your chin.
He sat beside you quietly. Didn’t say anything right away. Then, softly, he lifted the plushie out of your arms and looked at it.
“He’s getting a little too comfy,” he said.
You smiled, eyes barely open. “He’s warm.”
“I can do better than warm.”
Yangyang set the bear down gently, then pulled the blanket back and slid beside you. He didn’t ask.
He just settled in slowly, his arm brushing yours, his hand close but not touching.
“Hey,” he whispered after a moment.
You hummed in response.
“That plushie thing,” he said. “It wasn’t just a joke.”
You turned your head, eyes meeting his.
“I think I gave it to you because I wanted to give you something of me. But then I started getting jealous of it. ‘Cause you hug it like you’d hug me. And you smile at it. And sometimes I think… maybe you like him more than me.”
You stared at him, heart softening.
“Do you?” he asked, voice a little smaller.
You shook your head. “No.”
He let out a breath like he’d been holding it for hours.
You turned your body toward him. “You can stay tonight.”
He blinked. “You sure?” You reached out and pulled his arm around you.
“Yeah,” you said. “But only if I get the real thing. Not the plushie version.”
Yangyang smiled so gently it made your chest ache.
“Deal.”
That night, you didn’t need the bear.
The real one held you tighter than any stuffed animal ever could. And this time, when you fell asleep, he was still there in the morning.
𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖮𝖴𝖦𝖤 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀. hers
2031𝗐𝖼 (best friend) yangyang & (gn) reader sickening sweet love confessions friends to lovers | kissing
"WANNA DATE?"
It's a question poised in the lull of your favorite song, asked within half of a beat before it's drowned out by the rhythmic thrum of the lyrics and consumed by the canary-esque tone of the vocalist. A tone which has nothing on you, voice sweet and even, every word framed with the melodic waver in your pitch. And when you propose this question, head dangling off the edge of your mattress, that ever-so-pretty voice of yours is nothing but nonchalant. As if you had just asked the time.
From your upside down world, there's a tingling feeling which races from the stretch of your abdomen to your nostrils, forcing you to blink fast and swallow hard. Your nose twitches, scrunching and relaxing in a poor attempt to relieve itself of the buzzing sensation. But it doesn't seem to make any semblance of a difference. Instead, it begins to throb in the top of your temple, pressing down against the walls of your cranium as if they might very well break down. You're not quite sure if it's the silence from your best friend or your position that's making it hard to swallow, but you don't think that the cause exactly matters at the end all be all.
You watch him with doe eyes, lashes fluttering against your cheeks only to be stuck in the arch of your brows as you blink back at him. You can feel your face getting hot, a blush burning at your cheeks and searing the tips of your ears. This reaction, without a doubt, is from him. Not being upside down. Not the silence. Just Yangyang, puffy lips parted and eyes wide.
He blinks obliviously at you, tongue hesitating at the back of his teeth, and you begin to wonder if he had ever heard you in the first place. So you open your mouth to say it again, lips just barely pursed in into the beginnings of a consonant before he's waving you off. "I heard you the first time,"
Unlike the songbird singer of your favorite song and unlike you, Yangyang's voice is caught in between something strained (tone low and rough as if it has been dragged upon gravel) and hesitant (yet you're not quite sure if you could describe it as that, not with the way that each ending syllable seemed to rush after one another). In all iterations of his voice, this is one that you like least of all. It tells of an oncoming rejection, the thought process of finding just the right words to let you down.
"Ah," you're less casual this time, words stuck in the back of your throat, "Is that a no?"
"What?"
"I'm asking if you're rejecting me," you clarify, finally unable to take the rush to your head as you sit upright, "My confession,"
He leans forward and if you weren't so preoccupied with picking yourself up, perhaps you would have been flustered by the lack of distance (though you guess that personal space has never been a forte of Yangyangs). He raises a finger in the air, gesturing in circles as if to rewind to your previous words. "That was a confession?"
"What else would it be?" the sudden surge of movement forces you to clench your eyes shut, pressure mounting up behind them as if it might spill out with tears. It takes a couple moments of blinking before your vision returns to normal, accompanied by a faint ringing in your ears. "Anyway, I thought you knew,"
Yangyang sputters for words, blonde hair falling onto his face in a manner that really doesn't help you keep your composure. He shoots you an incredulous look, eyebrows arched and jaw nearly touching the floor. He brings a hand to his chest, tapping as he speaks, as if he couldn't believe that he's the crush in mention. "Knew that you're into me?"
"Yes," your tone is bordering the line between a twinge of embarrassment and the foundation of irritation that's bubbling at the back of your throat, "I've been making it pretty obvious,"
"Not obvious enough," he grumbles, spoken under his breath as he brings a hand to scratch at the bridge of his nose--looking everywhere but your eyes, narrowed in on him with something more akin to a glare than a glance.
You huff, rolling your eyes as you lean onto your arms, flicking him on the forehead with a force much to harsh to be anything lesser than aggravation. "Next time I'll make sure to get on one knee to propose so it's obvious enough for you,"
He swats your hand away, pouting as he nurses his forehead. His discomfort evokes a laugh on your part, lips twitching upwards from their previous position held in the beginnings of a sneer. You can never stay annoyed at him, not when he looks like that. An expression that screams pathetic in every way but overt words as he looks up at you. His bottom lip is caught in his teeth and his next words are spoken within a silver of a breathe--desperate and urgent.
"Yes, I do. So, so badly,"
It's a statement spoken in the middle of one of your songs, tone so gentle that it was almost drowned out by the steady beat of the instrumental. So quiet, that you're tempted to ask him to repeat it--partially to make sure that you really did hear him correctly but mostly because you just want to hear him say it one more time. There's no question about what he's responding too, voice completely consumed by a honey, lovesick lilt. One that you find far superior to any intonation used by your songbird singer or any emphasis that falls from your own throat. An inflection that you will revisit, over and over and over again until any and all accuracy of the memory is lost.
"Ok,"
"Ok?"
"Ok," you repeat, lips quirking into a teasing smile (one he knows all too well, one that sticks to his skin and haunts him with every waking moment--god, he can't get you out of his mind), "What? You disappointed or something?"
He's quick to clarify, rebutting with a dirty look, "No. I just...I don't know. Not very romantic was it?"
"Ouch," you wince back in faux pain, holding a hand to your heart with a dramatic drawl, "Should I have bought flowers?"
"Yes, sure, whatever," he acknowledges your quip only to ignore it, spitting out an agreement as quick as he can in order to get to his next phrase. So rushed that you're fifty percent positive that he didn't even hear what you said, "Can i kiss you?"
His question makes you reel, feeling dizzy as the words are punctuated with a look from him that's a hair away from begging. And, oh god, you feel like you're going to faint. Maybe you're still feeling the aftereffects of your head rush. One look at him says otherwise.
"Do you even have to ask?" your lips curve into a smile as you answer. A smile that makes his hands curl into tight fists, knuckles burning a bleach white. He's one hundred percent sure that if he doesn't kiss you right now, then he'll explode. Though, it doesn't exactly matter in the grand scheme of things as he thinks that he'll reach the same fate when he actually does.
And that's certainly what it feels like as Yangyang leans forward, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. One that he ends only to begin another, more assured and slightly less gentle, less featherlight. He sighs when he kisses you, as if he's been holding back that same sigh since he met you. One only to be relieved by a kiss he has always so desperately craved. He kisses you urgently, like he's making up for lost time. A pacing and utter adoration that makes your head spin, butterflies fluttering in your stomach only to emerge from your throat in the form of a quiet whine. A noise that has Yangyang practically lunging on top of you, hands coming up to hold your face. Slender fingers sliding up your cheekbones and resting before your ears, fingernails knotted in the edges of your hair. And then he's pulling away, smushing messy, lingering kisses all over your face.
His lips are everywhere, on the full of your cheeks and the space beneath the arch of your brow. The corner of your mouth and your chin, your forehead and eyelid. Chest against chest, his heartbeat hammering so loudly that you wouldn't be surprised if it leapt straight out.
"Maybe we should have skipped the confession part and went straight to this," your words are hummed against his face, eyes fluttering somewhere between open and shut as he lines kisses down the angle of your jaw. Your arms coming to hang around his shoulders, "Might have saved you from my unromantic confession,"
You can feel him grin against you and you know a teasing comment isn't too far behind. "I wish we did. That was the worst confession I've ever received,"
He makes his way back to your lips, pressing soft kisses to the corners before capturing your lips once more. This time, you lead, pulling him ever-so-slightly closer as you take his bottom lip in between your teeth. You nip playfully, soothing over your bite with a passive, lazy drag of your tongue. A feeling that evokes a groan from your counterpart, fingertips digging into the flesh of your face.
"Should I take it back then?" it's muttered against his lips, each word spoken between kisses that have his knees buckling, "The worst confession you've ever received, that is,"
Yangyang scoffs, words slurred and spoken in the middle of a kiss. "You can't take it back,"
You laugh, a pretty sound that has his ears ringing. One that starts in the back of your throat and ends up bubbling in his, before it's interrupted with a whiny whimper as you pull away. A reaction that nearly has all the blood in your body rushing to your head. You're not sure that sitting up could fix the sensations this time.
Instead, you bring a finger to trace along the expanse of his neck. Fingernail grazing against his adams apple (which bobs when he swallows, hard, at the feeling of your touch, an action accompanied a slight shiver and unsteady inhale). You continue your journey upwards until you're skimming the curve where his throat meets his chin. And there you hesitate, before flicking your finger harshly upwards. "Can't I?"
Despite the way in which his face is forced upwards by the motion of your hand, Yangyang's eyes never leave yours. They're half-lidded, eyelids drooping down like he's drunk. Lips are a vermillion red, puffy and swollen. A small line of spit stuck between the top and bottom and you can't be sure whether that's his or yours. All you do know is that if he keeps looking at you like that, you might just drop dead. They say looks can kill, after all.
"No," he replies, voice hoarse and eyes drawn in soft crescents "It's too late. We're dating, aren't we? You said ok,"
You huff out a whisper of a laugh, expression darting into a grin that you just can't hold back. One that practically threatens to split your face in two as you undertake a teasing lilt. "Only because you looked so pathetic when you agreed,"
He wrinkles his nose at your words, toying with a lopsided smile that makes your heart flip. "If that's what it takes for you to date me then I'll look pathetic all you want."
"I don't think you'll have to try any harder than usual in that endeavor," you remark, shutting your eyes as you lean back onto your palms, "In fact, I'd say that--"
But you're cut off with a kiss, then another, and another, and another. Until you've all but forgotten about rescinding your confession, or what you were going to say about him. And the only thing you can think about is him. Not that that is anything out of the norm.
🦌: this song reminds me so much of yangyang ... i love you hers
pairing : a relationship that has never been defined! liu yangyang x gender-neutral!reader
genre : sick fic. angst.
warnings : sick fic! mentions of hospital and the typical hospital related warnings (sickness/dying/medications etc)
summary : you visit yangyang in the hospital.
You're a little nervous, unsure about whether or not you should be there or if you even deserve to be there. His friends know you as a rendezvous that they're used to on a Friday night. His family know you as a regular face during some early morning breakfast with easy conversations.
It was a casual situationship that bordered on relationship and friendship, crossing the barriers more often than not. But it was fine. Labels weren't necessary neither were they scary.
Until now
The smell of antiseptic was once a comfort to you. You ceased to understand why people would find it traumatic, you found it soothing, healing.
Now, you understood.
A little.
You find Liu Yangyang, jokester. Pain in your ass. The only person who seems to understand you body and soul. Heart and all. Looking too frail and weak on the hospital bed.
His soft eyes, and soft conversation with his mother halts at the sight of you by the entrance.
"Hi darling," Yangyang's mother sweetly smiles at you, "Come in."
"You came?" Yangyang questioned, a little touched. You look pretty as per usual. But hes super excited by the sight of you. Finally someone that isn’t his family that hover over him, nor his friends that sneak him shots of alcohol only to drink them themselves seeing his state.
You nod, a basket of fruit sitting awkwardly in your hands.
"That doesn't suit you," He comments and he's quickly chastised by his mother swiping him across the chest. You see the way he smiles, almost as if he's chasing the normalcy of being told off by his mother for his cheeky retorts.
Yangyang's mother excuses herself, rubbing your shoulder before exiting.
"Thanks, dickhead," You huff, and Yangyang's mother loves the laugh that escapes her son's mouth as she wanders down the hallway to give the two of you space. Her arm quickly wrapping around her husband's in a tight grip and an emotional sniff of breath.
You kneel beside him on the bed, eyes trailing across his body with wide eyes.
"Do I look that terrible?" He snorts and he expects you to laugh. To smile. Be the normal he craves. You know he does.
But,
Your expression crumbles instead, and he's alarmed by the pure emotion that glazes your eyes over, "I'm sorry."
He frowns, leaning over to wrap you in an awkward embrace, courtesy of the wires he's plugged into and the IV drip, "Why are you sorry?"
"I wasted too much time," You confess, gluggy in the throat and stuffy in the nose, "All this time."
"It's not too late at all," Yangyang chuckles, "Tell me what you want to."
"I like you," You vent, "Have for ages. So much so that I think I love you now..Surprise!"
His body shakes with laughter, but even he can feel his eyes welling with unshed tears, holding you, "I love you too."
He listens to the slow rise and fall of your chest. And you feel the warmth of his body soothing you. You've got your chin hooked over his shoulder as if you're the sick one.
His arms are like pillars, strong and inviting. And you feel the butterflies as his soft hair brushes against the skin of your shoulders and lightly touches the skin of your neck.
It's quiet.
But you enjoy it.
Basking in the hold a little longer before visiting hours end. You don’t talk and neither does he.
It’s serenity.
He smells like baby soap and bandages but you can’t help but settle into it. Committing it to memory.
Warmth like you’ve never felt before.
"This is comfy," You whisper, pulling away. Laughing softly as his head follows your body, "Are you sleeping, love?"
‘Love’ is a first, but you hope to use it more often starting right now.
You laugh because you don't know.
And you only stop laughing when you see.
Your body moves on auto pilot. Feeling the rush of movement around you. He sleeps and sleeps. Even when his friends and family plead with him. Bargain with him and with people they can't see.
pairing: little!yangyang x neu!reader
word count: 561
genre: fluff, drabble
warning(s): not proofread, anti agere dni, sfw interactions only
summary: when yangyang is sick and falls asleep on top of the blankets, it's up to y/n to tuck him in so he can rest comfortably
inspired by a prompt from this post by @urfriendlywriter
from the moment that yangyang woke up this morning, it was evident that he was unwell. his eyes lacked the usual spark of excitement, appearing glassy and exhausted - a stark contrast to the eyes you were used to seeing in the morning. this disparity was even more pronounced, particularly when he woke up regressed. in fact, his eyes even seemed watery, clearly irritated from the illness.
his fussiness was another clue, as he seemed determined to remain under the warm protection the blankets provided his shivering body; no matter how much he was sweating. he grew even more fussy if you tried to leave the bed, wanting you to remain close by for extra comfort.
as much as you yearned to linger in bed with him for the entire morning, the pressing responsibilities as his caregiver eventually pulled you away. with his nose runny and a persistent cough that was clearly beginning to test what little patience he already had; yangyang needed medicine, tissues, anything to ease the discomfort he was currently feeling.
you reluctantly peeled yourself away from the fussy little, the cool hitting you as you left the warmth of your bed. he remained nestled under the covers as you exited the room on the search for things to make your little feel even the slightest bit more comfortable than he clearly was in this moment.
as you attended to him throughout the day, you could see the poor boy was exhausted, especially once the medicine seemed to be easing his symptoms. he did leave the bed once his fever subsided some, requesting some food and to watch tv in the living room with you.
eventually, you had to go buy more tissues for him, seeing as he went through a box within just a few hours. as tempting as it was to have him tag along, you recognized he was in no condition for that, especially considering the winter chill outside. the brisk air would only intensify the flush in his cheeks and his runny nose would likely worsen beyond the current state. you promised him that you would only be gone for five minutes, thankful a store was within walking distance.
upon your return home, it seemed oddly quiet. no tv, no music, nothing. you removed your shoes and coat before tiptoeing to the bedroom, unable to hold back a soft coo when you discovered yangyang fell asleep, clutching his stuffed bunny, asleep on top of the blankets.
now, you knew he might get cold, so you had to figure out how to tuck him back in without disrupting him too much. with a gentle touch, you caressed yangyang's cheek while softly whispering to wake him up, while keeping him at the border of dreamland.
"hey sunshine," you said softly, "can you get up for a moment so cg/n can tuck you in?"
yangyang's eyes fluttered open as he nodded softly, still clutching his bunny. "okay, cg/n."
the delicate dance of tucking yangyang in was done within under 30 seconds, with yangyang falling back asleep almost immediately after thanking you for tucking him in.
you placed a soft kiss to his forehead, which thankfully wasn't as warm as it was earlier. petting his hair a couple times as you wishes him sweet dreams, reminding him that you would be there if he needed anything else.
Just had an idea of a yandere drabble, WayV as kings of different kingdoms fighting for Y/N who’s a maid for one of the members.
That sounds complex….
"Pardon the intrusion," a voice from the open doorway catches your attention and you turn to meet the gaze of Soyeon, another of the palace servants whom you've worked with on occasion, "our king would like to see you in the grand hall."
You nod, placing your cleaning tools to the side and wiping your hands off on a cloth, "I'll be right there."
Soyeon leaves you after that, probably to go inform the king that you will indeed, be right there. As you traverse the many halls, you begin to wonder what the king could have summoned you for. After all, you know his friends, some neighbouring kings and princes, are at the palace currently for a visit.
Meanwhile, within the grand hall, seven men stand precariously throughout the room. One sits on his throne, leaning to one side as he rests his elbow on the arm of his seat, head being supported by his hand. He frowns.
"I was the first one to propose a transfer of his maid to me, so I should be the one to attain them," King Ten says, voice firm and commanding.
"And since I am the youngest out of all of you geezers, I should be the one to have them," Prince Yangyang crosses his arms. "I'll make sure they're treated the best out of all of you."
"That's bullshit," Prince Hendery seethes, pushing himself upright into a standing position from the pillar he had just been leaning against.
Kun straightens himself on his throne, the king leaning back as his expression narrows in on the youngest prince, "are you saying my own treatment of my favourite person under my service is insufficient?"
"It could be better." Prince Lucas scoffs. "They'd be best off with me."
"No one is 'better off' with you," King Sicheng rolls his eyes, malice clear in his voice.
Xiaojun, the newest crowned king amongst them, scowls, "you six are so narrow minded. Always treating them like all they're meant to do is serve you."
"You have no idea of the plans I have for them once they become mine," Ten's gaze is deadly as he fixates on King Xiaojun from across the room.
"Yours?" Prince Hendery is the one to scoff this time. "Do not make me laugh. I will be the one to have them in the end."
"You're delusional if you think I'll let you be the one to take them away from me." King Sicheng's voice is low, threatening as his eyes flash.
"What makes you think you're worthy of them?" Prince Yangyang growls.
"And you are?" Prince Lucas looks at him in bewilderment.
"Neither of you could ever treat them as well as I could." King Xiaojun spits. "Instead of wasting their talents on mundane tasks and keeping them only to serve me, I would raise them to the stars with me. Treat them like the royalty they are, that they will be. With me."
Six pairs of eyes flash, Xiaojun's words striking deep and true with his intentions. Intentions which they all share in one form or another. For he is not the only one who will make it so that you rule by his side, like you've always been meant to do; where you've always been meant to be.
An argument breaks out amongst the royals, each man bickering back and forth between each other. Some stand firm in their spots while others not so subtly begin to reach for their weapons. After all, none are afraid to kill to get what they want, and what they all want is you.
The whole while, Kun sits on his throne, silent and observing. Each and every one of their trivial voices falls on his ears, their arguments beginning to raise in volume the more time that passes.
His shoulders begin to shake. Slowly at first, as silent chuckles escape him, until he can no longer contain the laughter that falls from his lips. The six royals turn to look at Kun.
"You all are pathetic," Kun shakes his head, tutting all the while. "You're all forgetting one major component to all of this."
"Enlighten us." Ten crosses his arms.
Kun meets his gaze, a darkness lingering there that none of the others have seen before ."They have been and always will be mine."
As if to emphasize his point, a knock sounds at the grand hall doors, a guard opening the door to announce your arrival. In an instant, you are stepping through the threshold and bowing to the seven royals in the room. As soon as you right yourself, you meet Kun's now tender gaze.
"My King," you address him as you always have done, but what you fail to notice is how the others stiffen at your choice of words. Kun smiles. "You wanted to see me?"
Interviewer : “So a lot of people are wondering are you two an item?”
I knew it. Of course they'd ask that. Predictable.
Yangyang let out a laugh and replied with “No it's not like that, we’re just friends.” You smiled, silently thanking Yangyang for taking the wheel.
“But you two have been spending a lot of time together. The cute IG pictures and videos. Surely there’s more to what you’re saying” the interviewer pressed on.
Now it’s your turn to answer him.
“I assure you there’s nothing going on between me and Yangyang. We just hang out a lot.” you smiled, trying to conceal the fact that a part of you wants shove that chair so far up.
You let out a breather after going into the makeup rooms, Yangyang following behind and closing the door.
“That was ROUGH” he chuckled, handing you a water bottle
“You good?”
“Yeah I’m fine. Expected that to happened tho” you replied, fixing your hair in the mirror.
The male wrapped his hand around your waist from behind, placing a kiss on the crook of your neck.
“Does your friends do this?” dragging his lips down the curve of your neck, putting slight pressure on your pulse point but careful to not leave a mark.
Subconsciously you tilted your head to the side, giving him easier access. Yangyang loved seeing you succumb into his touch so easily. Your small whimpers as evidence how much you're loving this.
In the back of your mind, a part of you acknowledge the risk of being caught in a compromising position. The other part of you wants to continue said sinful act.
Let's hope it doesn’t escalate to a full on fuck session. Again.
“Does your friends do this?” his fingers slid underneath your skirt, ghosting over your clothed pussy.
“You're this wet and all I did was kissed you.” he chuckled deeply, latching himself off you. The lost of body heat made your skin crawl due to the coldness of the room.
Yangyang sat back on the couch, manspreading with a proud curve on his face.
Little fucker.
A soft knock on the door followed by a staff, requesting your appearance for one last segment before heading out where they came.
Yangyang put his jacket on your shoulder, shielding you from the cold. “We shall continue in the car later princess, you will ride me till I tell you to stop.” he whispered.
anon that asked for yangyang 5,15,39 i meant 6 not 5 i’m so sorry 😭
Oops, well, I'll write another version of it, don't worry 🤣🤣
Walking into your bedroom, Yangyang smiled when he saw you brushing your hair, taking care of the curls you had managed to make thanks to a wonderful youtube tutorial you had found last night "I wouldn’t spend that much time on your hair, I’m going to be yanking it soon anyways"
"Hands to yourself Yang" You glared at your boyfriend through the reflection of the mirror "Don't start something we can't finish" You warned, trying to focus your entire attention in fixing your hair "We're going to be late to Xiaojun's birthday party"
Yangyang grinned at your words, definitely amused by your attitude. He got closer, wrapping his arms around your body, leaving a kiss on the curve of your neck "Can't we just stay home so I can fuck your brains out?"
His words brought a blush up to your cheeks, breaking your concentration to the point that you almost dropped the earring in your hand "And not show up to one of your best friend's birthday? Come on Yang" You said gently, patting one of his hands
Yangyang whined, obviously not happy with your response "I really don't care" He protested like a little child, making your smile bigger "You still look hot and Im trying not to fuck you senseless right now"
There was something in him, something in the way he became so vulnerable and so eager to beg for some attention what turned you on the most.
"We have to be quick though, we really can't be late to Dejun's party, you promised to help him out decorating the place" You warned turning around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck
"We'll be on time" He said reassuringly, brushing his lips against yours as he gently guided you towards the bed "Keep the lights one, I want to see you come undone"
YangYang absolutely loved to cuddle around your bump, whenever he had even so much as a spare minute to himself, he would move his arms around your waist and draw you in nice and tightly against his chest.
B ⇴ BUMP
His curious mind was on overdrive whilst you were pregnant, keen to research and find out as much as he could about pregnancy. He found it fascinating looking at how the science behind pregnancy worked, whilst also doing a lot of research on all of the things that he could to help you when you weren’t particularly comfortable.
C ⇴ CRAVINGS
Your cravings are something that YangYang always tries to nip in the bud as soon as he can tell that you’re having a hard time and getting frustrated. He keeps plenty of food in the kitchen, with a dedicated drawer to all of your favourite snacks too, so that he can get up and get you what you need as soon as he possibly can.
D ⇴ DUE DATE
Whenever you get nervous about your due date, YangYang is very comforting of you and helpful to keep you calm. Unlike you, he’s very good at keeping himself composed, and so although he gets nervous too, he does a great job of disguising it. Not only is he comforting you when he tries to reassure you, but he’s also comforting himself, even if you think he’s fine, on the inside he’s just as panicked as you.
E ⇴ EMOTIONS
He can’t wait to become a dad and start a new chapter in his life, although a few people argued that YangyYang was still young to be starting a family, he couldn’t wait and knew that he was still going to do a great job of being a dad. It didn’t matter how old he was, YangYang knew he was more than capable, and he also knew that the two of you together would create the perfect environment for your baby to be a part of.
F ⇴ FAMILY
Being away from your families was hard at times for the two of you, when you wanted a bit of advice or just a familiar face to come by, it was hard when you weren’t able to go straight to your families. The two of you coped just fine most of the time, but there were certainly a few moments every now and then that certainly made you both miss your families and wish that they were able to be with you guys too.
G ⇴ GENDER
He couldn’t wait to find out the gender of your baby and seeing the excitement in his smile whenever you mentioned finding out the gender of your baby too, you just knew that you couldn’t make YangYang wait. At the earliest time possible, you found out, to calm him down and give him exactly what he wanted.
H ⇴ HEARTBEAT
As a result of how much he loved hearing the beat of your baby’s heart, YangYang bought a piece of equipment that you could use at home so that he could their heartbeat then too. He couldn’t get enough of it and loved to make sure that their beat was nice and consistent so that he knew that they were healthy.
⇴ “I LOVE YOU”
YangYang always worried that you didn’t know just how much he appreciated what your body was doing, and so he always made sure to try and tell you that he loved you as often as he could so that you knew how grateful he was for everything that you were going through to make sure that his child grew healthily.
J ⇴ JEALOUSY
He was the first person to admit that he had a tendency to get jealous from time to time, although YangYang tried his best to not get jealous and focus on the excitement that came with expecting a baby, he couldn’t help being jealous from time to time. If someone made him feel jealous, YangYang would move straight to your side so that he could keep an eye on you and also make sure that you were protected too.
K ⇴ KICKS
Although he loved every part of your pregnancy, your baby’s kicks were up there as one of his favourite things of all. He loved how frequent your baby’s kicks were so that he could often get a little something from them, even if it was just a light kick, every time YangYang still got incredibly excited about it.
L ⇴ LABOUR
He was nervous whilst seeing you in labour, even if his face didn’t show it. It was incredibly reassuring for you to have YangYang by your side as he made sure that he had a comforting expression on his face so that you knew not to worry. He kept a hold of your hand from start to finish, helping you whenever you began to panic, forcing a smile onto his face to let you know that you had no reason to.
M ⇴ MORNING SICKNESS
Every morning YangYang would make sure to be there for you, even if you didn’t want him to be. You often got embarrassed about the state that you were in some mornings, but that never seemed to bother YangYang, the only thing he cared about was helping you out and making sure that you were feeling alright.
N ⇴ NURSERY
He couldn’t wait to put your baby’s nursery together, it was a new skill for him to learn, and although building the furniture took him a bit of time, eventually YangYang managed to perfect his skill and the nursery too.
O ⇴ OBSESSION
YangYang was obsessed with your laughter, he loved seeing when you were in a good mood and feeling happy in yourself, the last thing he ever wanted you to feel was low or not quite like yourself whilst pregnant.
P ⇴ POST BIRTH
For the first couple of days after you gave birth, YangYang barely let you lift a finger unless you were focusing on your baby. Nothing was too much trouble for him whilst you were recovering, after all you had done for nine months, the least YangYang could do was take care of you for several days, doing everything that you needed.
Q ⇴ QUESTIONS
Whenever he had a curious thought in his mind, YangYang loved to ask you what you thought about things. Most of the time you had never even thought about it before until YangYang asked, making you curious too.
R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS
He loved to tease you whilst you were pregnant and play a few pranks on you. Most of the time you received them very well, but from time to time when you’re having a few low moments you certainly let YangYang know that you’re not impressed, and also make sure that you get your own back on him too.
S ⇴ SCANS
Your scan photos were something that YangYang adored, he kept every single one of them so that he could see just how much your baby changed every time you had an appointment. He couldn’t believe how big your baby was getting with every single appointment, until eventually they grew to full term.
T ⇴ TEST
The two of you had never really discussed having children before, and so when your pregnancy test came back as positive, the two of you knew that you needed to have several conversations about where you saw life going.
U ⇴ ULTRASOUND
You were often a little nervous before your appointments, but YangYang would always be there to reassure you and stay right by your side too.
V ⇴ VISITS
The two of you couldn’t wait for your families to come and visit you so that you could introduce them to your baby. Although it wouldn’t happen straight away, everyone was keen to fly over as quickly as they could.
W ⇴ WAITING
Out of the two of you, you’re much more impatient than YangYang is, often just wanting your baby to arrive to stop your pain.
X ⇴ XXXX
It’s rare for YangYang to kiss you, and so when he does it often comes as a bit of a surprise to you. Whenever he cuddles your bump, he’ll sometimes kiss you to let you know that he’s thinking about you, making you jump.
Y ⇴ YOU
You were his best friend, there was no one else that YangYang wanted to settle down with.
Z ⇴ ZZZ
Whilst he usually has a habit of playing with your hair at night, whilst your pregnant it’s much more of a habit of his to play with your bump, drawing pattens across it absentmindedly most evenings whilst he sleeps.
