just pro gamer!yangyang eating you (afab reader) out after winning an important game. no biggie.
being friends with benefits with pro gamer!yangyang was something you least expected to happen this year. you were just a mere supporter of your friend, kunhang, who happened to be on the same team with yangyang and then, this happened.
you shouldn’t be here, laying on his bed, underwear nowhere to be seen and yangyang deep into your womanhood, sucking the life out of you. they just won an extremely important game tonight and instead of attending the after party prepared by their staff, he chose to be with you.
excitement and lust flooded over his entire body, two slender fingers plunging deep inside your pussy as his tongue flickered your pussy, making you whimper in pleasure. “i-i should be the one serving you, y-yang… you’re the one that won,” you struggled forming a coherent sentence when he was so into eating you out but he didn’t care. “mmm… don’t care about it, doll. this is my prize. you are my prize,” was all he replied, still playing with your pussy the way he wanted to.
the sound of your womanhood squelching filled his entire room, the neon lights not helping with your current position–making him more aroused. “fuck, y/n. what would kunhang think if he saw us like this?” you can feel his annoying smirk over your mound. the thought of getting caught by your friend doing things with his teammate behind his back made you clench tightly on yangyang’s fingers, earning a small groan of approval from him.
“of course, you’d love that. maybe you’d like it if he joined, huh?” you could only nod, his fingers now curling deep into your g-spot, abusing it and roughly thrusting in and out. every enter of his fingers made you see stars. your eyes rolling behind your head, mouth agape, the knot in your stomach begging to be released. you were relentlessly grinding your hips to his whole face, your hands shoving his head even more close to your pussy. he can sense that you’re about to cum making his movements swift and direct, adding another finger to the sensation, earning another delicious moan from your lips. “hmm, that’s it. cum for me.”
synopsis: yangyang is a man who would completely back off from people his friends like, but not this one.
tags: alternative universe, rock band au, wayv ensemble, unrequited love, rockstar!yangyang ft. hendery, one-sided attraction, implied pining, house partying, yangyang is head over heels for you consented, drunk kissing, slight heavy make-out session, alcohol consumption, mentions of vulgar/foul words.
note: the plot idea came from my sibling who intended to make this as a xhy social media au to be posted on another platform (if you are interested in reading it, please anticipate later on in twitter!), so i was granted permission to write their favorite part of the plot to see how it would turn out, and here it is!
yangyang couldn't understand why every person he knows is so drawn to him but not you.
he was that rockstar who played his maroon matted electric guitar in big bars to perform on stage. he was that rockstar that everyone would talk about in broad daylight. he loved the way people would get excited seeing him at his gigs and get asked to take pictures with him.
but the fact that out of all people, you don't show interest in him in the slightest bit upsets him.
one of his friends was hosting a party later tonight, and he was asked to perform at their place. yangyang made sure to dress nicely in case you were coming to see him perform.
when he and his band arrived, you were already there chilling in the backyard; drinking, talking, having fun with your friends. wanting to approach you, he took a step forward with a gentle smile on his face that was completely wiped off as soon as his other band member snaked his arm around your waist. the man holding you closer to an intimate position which led you to place your palms on his chest.
“hey, beautiful.”
right, he exactly understood why you never had interest in him.
he had no choice but to watch hendery spew out sweet words to you. he stared at your reddened cheeks, letting out a nervous breathy laugh while the man before you held you still with a hand on your hip.
“we’re about to perform, cheer for me?” the way hendery held eye contact with you was long and arousing. yangyang couldn’t handle watching anymore, tearing his eyes away from the scene, leaving the band member alone.
as he walked towards the set where they were gonna perform, the sound of short breaths coming from his back until a hand grabbed on his shoulders to stop him.
“why'd you leave me there?” hendery asked, there was laughter in his tone, which made yangyang roll his eyes. he took the maroon electric guitar in his grasp before turning on the amplifier beside him to adjust the sounds.
“jealous, perhaps?” a question that kept him still in his spot.
yangyang knew he was trying to insinuate things, but he also knew that he wasn't wrong for that. although his friend had his eyes for you, yangyang wanted you, too- despite how impossible it was considering the fact that you were at the brink of being wrapped around hendery’s finger.
“i don't have time for that,” prompted him, his tone sounded harsh and rude, but the latter never questioned. “you know, what i want you to do right now is to get the others. we'll be performing in 10 minutes.” completely deviating from the topic, a sigh left the latter's lips before leaving the guitarist alone in the area to set up the instruments.
when yangyang performed on stage, he scanned the crowd in search of you because seeing you always left him in excitement, thrill, and motivation. he wanted to impress you so much that during their performance, he turned the volume knob up to blast the sounds of his electric guitar, purposely overpowering the other instruments being showcased by his band mates. they would give him stares, but he didn’t care.
what matters to yangyang is that everyone would get on their feet and jump to the beat, and there he could see you, just watching the band perform.
his heart raced, finally getting your attention as you stared at him. it saddened him by how impassive you were, and to fix that, he flashed you a smile before going back to strum his fingers on the strings of the instrument. his charismatic image sparked the performance, causing the people to remarkably cheer for the band that gave him a content look on his face. yangyang grinned when you looked away, as he wondered if your cheeks heated up under the flashing color fairy lights shining and blinking above.
by the time they were finished, the band got off stage to have their time to rest too. hendery left to get the drinks, ten followed to get the food, and kun thanked the host for letting them perform at their house party.
the rockstar sat in one of the tables in the corner while the next performing band played a soothing jazz genre in the background. a helmet resting beside his clothed thigh while he thumbed over the motor gloves he was wearing in his hands. he inspected the area, finally looking in your direction at the other side of the yard as he watched you talking to your friends. he was so fixated on you, and wondered why you didn't feel the same.
moments passed after casually having a conversation with kun, his eyes found their way back to the direction where you previously were, only to find no one.
he looked back at the latter, “hey uhm, i'm going back inside, really need to use the restroom right now.”
getting the chance to excuse himself, he headed inside the house through the crowd. the pulsating of his heart throbbed from the loud beats coming from the speaker that is somewhere around the room that didn't matter to him.
walking through the crowds was such a hassle to get to the other room, his voice low and soft as he gently pushed through people. it took him a while to do so, the room was illuminated by led lights so it was hard for him to find the exit area to the next room with such minimal source of light.
once he arrived at the corridor, the roaring sounds of screaming filled the room next to him. of course, hendery's voice can't go unnoticed. yangyang exhaled, walking past the door, not feeling the need to come inside and deal with the latter's drunken state. he then continued to find where the restroom is. it could possibly be upstairs, but he might end up witnessing something that he shouldn't need or might regret seeing.
avoiding the 2nd floor, he continued searching for an available restroom. when he finally found one, he wasted no second getting inside, instantly reminding himself that he got here with a motorbike, and he couldn't risk getting into an accident from drinking too much. yangyang faced the dirty mirror that was filled with smudges of fingerprints and lipsticks. not that he minded it, it was a party after all, he expected these to happen in a house party.
opening the faucet, he removed the leather gloves from each hand, placing it aside before gathering a normal amount of water in his palms, splashing it to his face to try and sober himself up. he repeated the procedure several more times before wiping his face with a clean towel he found in the drawers.
as he was about to turn off the faucet, the door beside him swung open. startling the rockstar, he reacted quickly, backing away from the door with a wide-eyed expression. then the look on his face softened, finding you holding onto the doorknob.
he watched as your legs couldn't hold you up anymore, with one step your body launching forward to the ground. “fuck!” yangyang instinctively held his arms out to catch you, preventing you from falling on the floor.
“i got you, i got you.” he repeated, assuring you in an embrace where you nuzzled yourself in his chest, letting out a laugh as your hands were placed around his shoulders. he heard you slur, telling him how good he was at playing the guitar, following with how good he was with his fingers. yangyang felt like his mind was going blank, hearing some very vulgar words you were whispering to him that he wouldn't even dare to think about.
you really were that drunk.
yangyang's cheeks heated up, shifting in his position to hold you properly in his arms. “god, what have you been drinking this whole time?”
“red juice,” you beamed in between hiccups and sniffles. because of the proximity, yangyang couldn't help but feel his heart race at how close you were to him. you were really pretty up close and he wished he could just stare at you for how long he wanted— but you needed help right now and gaping at you wasn’t the best option in this situation.
“hey, let’s get you sober up, okay?” his arms moved down to your thighs, holding it firmly before lifting you up to place you on the restroom counter. your hands never parted away from his neck, instead, you interlock your hands together as you keep clinging onto him, making it harder for yangyang to actually help you.
“look, i’m trying to help you here,” he sighed, his hands going up to clasp around your wrists, trying to pull it down. “your friends might also be looking for you.”
“i don’t care.” you responded, following with a hiccup leaving your lips. “i’m here with you, and that’s all that matters.”
even if yangyang wanted to believe that, you were drunk. he knew what you were like towards him if you weren’t wasted at all with all that drinking. he did wish that there was more to what you stated, as some people said that one’s true feelings unveil when they’re under the influence.
“y-you’re drunk, you don't mean that.” he tried to pull your arms away from him for the second time, only for you to pull him closer.
yangyang's breath hitched, finding himself entangled in an embrace with his face inches to yours, the invitation of your lips tempting him to close the gap.
he composed himself, his arms caging in between your body as his palms rested on the counter to balance himself. as much as the desire was kicking in, he wouldn't do such a thing to you especially of how intoxicated you were, your vulnerability lay bare before him.
“come on, i need to help you and you need to help yourself. we’ve been here for god knows how long and people might start looking for—”
a pair of lips brushed against his. his completely blown pupils dilating at the action as the way you slid your tongue against his bottom lip melted him entirely, his soul leaving his body at that very moment.
yangyang was a nervous trainwreck at this point, not sure whether to push you away or to reciprocate. no matter how much he wanted you so bad, he wouldn’t want to be in conflict with someone who also liked you, especially hendery. he was a man who would completely back off from people his friends like, but not this one. the drummer had already expressed to the rest of the band that he liked you for too long, yet how he craved for your flavored chapstick smearing over his lips, your mouth driving him insane, and shared breaths between kisses was something he yearned for in every way.
he had fallen hook, line, and sinker.
fuck it, hendery won’t know.
it didn't take long before yangyang returned the kiss. he fluttered his eyes closed as he matched the pace of your lips while his hands traveling to grip the sides of your hips to hold you still. he wasn't so sure anymore if he was still sober, but one thing he is certain is how much he felt drunk from the make-out session.
the air around him turned hot, and somehow your hands were now on his hair, tugging it lightly, pulling him closer. his nails digging into the cloth covering your skin. how he wanted to get that thing away, but he eventually didn't as he just wanted to concentrate on your lips over his.
it was merely a perfect mold to his. both lips moved with such passion and hunger for each other as your tongue slipped into his mouth with ease, causing the rockstar to let out a breathy moan.
he felt his heart thumping against his ribs and your chest the more you tried to close the gap between you. the rhythm of both lips turned sloppy, messy, and fiery, craning his neck to deepen the kiss. yangyang knew that once he broke the kiss, he would never get to feel your lips on his again— yet his lungs were screaming at him, begging and seeking for air.
yangyang's chest heaved up and down, finally abandoning your lips to catch his own breath. his sweaty forehead covered in his bangs rested against yours, completely worn out and drained while his hot breath fanned over your mouth.
“you know, you and i are going to regret this when we wake up tomorrow.” he mumbled through exhales. you laughed in return, and it was such a pleasant sound for the rockstar.
an hour passed by and everyone soon left the party, including you. yangyang carried his things to the truck of kun’s car along with the other instruments and equipment. he gave a double pat on the shiny steel of the vehicle. “there you go, take care of roxanne for me.”
kun scrunched his nose up at the name, an eyebrow raised while looking at him. “roxanne?”
“my guitar.”
“...right.” kun's gaze went back to the front window of his car, the key that was inside the ignition key was pulled back out after he had started the engine. yangyang could see hendery and ten's sleeping silhouette in the backseat through the tinted windows, tired after all the performing, eating, and drinking.
“where were you a while ago? i was looking for you after i found out you've been gone for too long,” the former questioned, which made the latter feel a lump in his throat.
“sorry,” he apologized, “i went up to the balcony to use some stig.”
“oh, well...are you coming with us?” kun asked, hands gripped on the stirring wheel. yangyang refused, waving his hands at him and indicating the three to leave without the rockstar. “i came with my motorbike, i'd be fine alone.” signaling them to go, kun made no second thoughts before driving away from the party, leaving him alone with his motorcycle just around the corner.
he walked back into the backyard where he found his friend and other people cleaning up the area, picking up the used cups and plates on the grass. his hand grasped onto the helmet that he left a while ago during the party as he carefully placed it on his head, adjusting the helmet so that it wasn't too loose nor too tight to wear.
“i’ll get going, thank you!” he yelled out, calling his friend's attention, to which the latter smiled, acting out a salute gesture to acknowledge his presence and bid farewell.
yangyang set his foot out to leave the house, and there he saw his motorcycle at the side that awaited him. he made sure to look at the road before crossing, not wanting to run into some vehicles like he did last time.
the keys in his pants jingled as he took it out, inserting it into the ignition to start the engine of his motorbike. he ensured that his extra helmet was inside the storage under his seat before hopping on, and once he did, he left the area.
he crashed into his bed by the time he arrived at his apartment, and when he woke up this morning, his head throbbed from the massive hangover he had last night. he found himself tucked with the velvet covers of his mattress, his throat dry and itchy, and the oppressive force of his headache squeezing his head tightly.
his phone that was on the nightstand next to him was filled with notifications of messages from his friends. he was met with a video clip that was sent to him and some screenshots of people commenting under the video that was uploaded in a social media platform.
then his heart dropped, watching the video of you and hendery kissing each other at the party last night.
abt me: hi i’m sunny! i’m from southeast asia! been inactive for sooo longgg bc i lost interest in kpop LMAO. js to clarify some of my works r under the blog @puresealeina , so i’ll put it in this masterlist.. don't expect too much w/ the works from 2021/2022....
just to clarify: I don’t write EXPLICIT SMUT but some of my works have mature content & sexual implications. (titled with M)
i write FANFICTION so my work remains FICTIONAL and they have no relations with the persons involved. let's not be parasocial here..
♡ - timestamps
M - mature
NCT DREAM
RENJUN
[9:27pm] renjun’s painting you? ♡
[9:57pm] heart trend with renjun ♡
[elf hunter] you hunt for the last huang elf, but things go differently than you expected
WAYV
YANGYANG
[sweet] it’s so sweet, knowing that he loves you. M
[you deserve this] - falling for your childhood enemy is NOT okay, especially when he left a little suprise on your desk one day
EXO
BAEKHYUN
[slice of me] - you, reeling from a bad breakup and determined to avoid complications, are challenged to a "trial period" of dating by the charming, captivating man whose easy confidence is impossible to ignore
[good morning] - you are violently awakened on Sunday morning by Baekhyun enthusiastically blasting the wrong, ear-splittingly loud song.
[who is kyoong?] - In which a winter gathering leaves you holding a gift no one should’ve been able to get
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[REVERIE] - an illustrator seeks inspiration in a timeless café, only to meet a man who seems to know you better than you know yourself.
✧ WayV Yangyang x gn!reader
✧ words: ~800
✧ genre: fluff
✧ warnings: suggestive
✧ prompts: kitchen counter make-outs + “i’ve had a terrible day at work so just kiss me”
Your shoulders ache and your back feels strained when you finally come home that night. You silently curse through gritted teeth when you accidentally drop your keys as you’re about to unlock the door, and picking them up to look for the right one a second time feels like it requires way too much effort. At last, the door opens and you can drop your bags and take off your shoes by the entrance, before scuffing right over to the living room. You let your body collapse down onto the sofa, and for a while you just sit there and stare at a wall, before your ears register the rustling noises coming from the kitchen.
“Babe?” you call out, and your boyfriend answers, albeit a bit delayed.
“Baby? You’re home?” Yangyang walks around the corner, ready to greet you with a bright smile, but once he sees the state you’re in, his expression shifts and he raises his eyebrows. “Did something happen?” You groan, not even wanting to talk about all the details that made this day so terrible.
“I had a bad day and I’m really exhausted,” you simply state, and a moment later you feel your boyfriend wrapping his arms around you from behind, squeezing you tight.
“My baby had a bad day?” he coos, snuggling up closer to you and pressing his nose and lips against your cheek. He faintly smells like vegetables and seasoning, and you’re wondering if he’s attempting to cook something for dinner. “Do you need some coffee?”
“At this hour??” you retort.
“There’s nothing a cup of coffee can’t solve,” Yangyang states as he gets up, letting go of you.
“It certainly can’t solve whatever just went down in the past hours…” you mutter.
“That bad?”
“Yeah.”
“But you didn’t get fired, right?” You ignore the concern in his voice and you let out a bitter laugh.
“I wish…”
“Well, let me at least make you some dinner then,” Yangyang proposes as he walks back to where he came from.
“Babe, you can’t cook…” you remind him, but you follow suit into the kitchen anyway.
“I’m learning!” he argues, pointing at a recipe on his phone that he’s trying to follow and some half chopped up ingredients.
“Sure…” You sigh and you hop up onto the free kitchen counter on the other side.
“Babe…” he calls out to you as he walks over, resting his hands on your thighs and tilting his head to the left slightly. “You’re not supposed to sit on the kitchen counter while someone else is making food.” You’re speechless. You’re tired and in a bad mood overall, and he thinks now is the time to scold you for something like that. However, you don’t really have the energy left to fight, so instead you put your hands over his.
“Baby, please… I’ve had a terrible day at work so just kiss me.” The mischievous grin on his face disappears immediately, and after a second of processing the meaning behind your words he lifts one hand to put it behind your neck, pulling you closer.
“Okay,” you hear him mutter before closing the distance between the two of you, and when you feel his lips moving against yours you can finally relax a bit. He kisses you slowly at first, but when he pulls back and you both catch a glimpse of each other’s faces, you immediately connect your lips again, kissing each other more passionately now. Hungrily, he runs his tongue across your lower lip, and you permit him to deepen the kiss, while you throw your arms around his shoulders and you bury your fingers in his hair. Breathlessly, you part, and you find his gaze burning with desire for you behind half-lidded eyes. So you lean in again for another kiss, but soon his lips wander to your jaw and he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck. You sigh, enjoying the tingly sensations coursing through your body, and you hold him close as if to tell him not to stop.
“Babe,” you mumble, and he comes back up to kiss you on the lips, before answering.
“Yeah?”
“I think you should cook a little later,” you say in between kisses. Knowing exactly what you’re trying to tell him, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you off the counter and making you stand right in front of him.
“Yeah,” he agrees, lips only parting from yours to speak. “I think it can wait.”
“TEN NO-” you covered yangyang’s mouth with both your hands, stopping him from interrupting ten.
the male in front of you continued, “as i was saying, yangyang has this grand romantic gesture on how to confess his feelings to you but shit hit the fan” you nodded, hands still clamping his mouth.
someone made up a rumour that yangyang was seeing other people when he was obviously into you. to avoid a misunderstanding, he explained everything to you including his feelings.
“first, he’d take you out on a date. arcade, the mall, buy you whatever you want and stuff. Then he’d take you to the beach to watch the sunset” ten continued.
yangyang muffled something against your hands, making you remove them. “i prepared everything from the picnic blanket, a cooler full of coke, basket full of your favourite snacks and a bouquet of fresh pink peonies, your favourite.” he said, face flushed pink in embarassment. with a sigh, he carried on.
“we’d stay in each other’s embrace, talking about everything and anything with Matt Maltese playing. then i’ll hand you a handwritten letter with my honest feelings since I’m terrible with words.”
the smile on your face never left, only grew as he kept going on and on about his plan. your cheeks physically hurt from smiling too hard and when he didn’t say anything, you assumed he finished talking.
“you did all of that for me?” a part of you still can’t believe he planned all that but god he’s so cute when he’s shy.
all he did was nodded, still not meeting your eyes. a million thoughts race through his mind most of them with a negative outcome. why are you so quiet? are you gonna laugh at him? why aren’t you saying anything?
cupping his face, you kissed him. You felt him tensed up for a bit before reciprocating the kiss. your hands slid down to wrap around his neck and his around your waist.
this is what he’s been waiting for. this moment right here right now. your lips,his lips, apocalypse. he dreamt about this for so long ever since he set his eyes on you in the library.
so soft. strawberry flavoured lip balm. his new favourite flavour.
yangyang was pulling you closer, lips slowly moving against yours before a cough interrupted the sweet moment. the two of you pulled away from each other to face ten, arms folded with a teasing expression.
“i’ll leave you two but please don’t make out in broad daylight. at least wait till it’s nighttime.” he winked before leaving.
you turned to face yangyang but his eyes were already focused on you with the widest smile on his face. the glint of pure euphoria and lovesickness evident just from the way he looks at you.
“we have to redo the date” you were adamant about it.
getting your daughter ready for her first day of pre-school | l.yy
➸ request from yellow anon; hi sadie! i hope you're doing wonderful these days <3 i miss yangyang and julia content sooooo can you maybe do yangyang getting emotional sending julia off to her first day of pre-school? you can do this request whenever you want to, no rush! -yellow anon
➸ note; hi thank u so much yellow anon bestie!! i had so much fun writing this and i can’t wait to get back into writing now!
➸ word count; 1404 words
➸ julia; aged 3
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‘I don’t think I can do this,’ Yangyang declares, back flat against the mattress as he stares up at your bedroom ceiling.
You’ve only just silenced your alarm, groggily stretching your legs and shifting around in his arms, getting comfortable, but he’s wide awake, dreading the thought of having to send his baby girl off to school for the first time.
‘I just hope she makes friends,’ you ruminate, several scenarios running through your mind all at once. Julia was a sociable and friendly girl, already having a best friend in Ten’s oldest, Charlie, who was a year younger than her in school, and thus won’t be joining her today. Visions of Julia potentially not fitting in or struggling to talk to the other children make your heart split in two.
‘I just hope she makes friends,’ you ruminate, several scenarios running through your mind all at once. Julia was a sociable and friendly girl, already having a best friend in Ten’s oldest, Charlie, who was a year younger than her in school, and thus won’t be joining her today. Visions of Julia potentially not fitting in or struggling to talk to the other children make your heart split in two.
‘I just hope she makes friends,’ you ruminate, several scenarios running through your mind all at once. Julia was a sociable and friendly girl, already having a best friend in Ten’s oldest, Charlie, who was a year younger than her in school, and thus won’t be joining her today. Visions of Julia potentially not fitting in or struggling to talk to the other children make your heart split in two.
‘See, you’re worrying too,’ Yangyang gives you a lukewarm smile, slightly teasing but also mirroring your worry, ‘to be honest, my stomach hurts. I feel sick.’
‘My chest hurts,’ you admit, ‘mix of worry for her but also it hurts how old she’s getting. She’s so big and independent, I remember when she was just our little baby girl, just born in her crib.’
‘I miss it too,’ Yangyang smiles, thinking back on the fond memories, ‘maybe we should make another one.’
‘No, not yet,’ you dismiss the suggestion immediately, ‘maybe in a few more years, when I’ve caught up on some sleep.’
‘Fair point,’ Yangyang mumbles sleepily, ‘speaking of which, we should probably wake the sleeping lion up. Make her some breakfast.’
‘We have the right stuff for pancakes?’ You check, knowing Julia’s favourite.
‘Yeah, I checked last night. I knew she’d probably ask.’
The two of you sleepily toddle into your toddler’s bedroom, which is illuminated only by a small pink nightlight.
Julia herself is fast asleep, bundled in a heap of blankets and stuffed animals, notably her Jellycat sheep bought by her uncle Kun.
‘Jules,’ Yangyang lightly shakes her awake. She grunts in protest, squirming around and chasing the warmth that has been made as she’s slept.
‘Julia,’ he tries again, and this time her eyes flutter open, meeting her fathers own identical ones.
‘Wha-‘ she mutters, tiny hands starting to rub at her eyes.
‘It’s a really exciting day today Jules,’ Yangyang smiles, ‘it’s school today, remember what I told you about? I’m going to make you special pancakes, ok?’
Julia nods sleepily, approving of this plan, and and you lift her up by her armpits, setting her down in the middle of the room so you can start getting her dressed.
In the Liu household, ‘special pancakes’ are characterised by blueberries being mixed into the batter, as well as seven different shades of food colouring so that the pancake stack forms a rainbow. Naturally, Julia only eats two or three of the toddler-sized pancakes, so you and Yangyang gorge on the rest. Julia just appreciates the visuals.
Yangyang takes his place in the kitchen while you set out Julia’s outfit for the day, which you had meticulously chosen the day before.
You wanted something she could play comfortably in, something she could get messy with paint or pens or dirt if needed, so you chose a plain lilac shirt and some dark blue cotton trousers.
‘I don’t know if I should dress her now or not,’ you say, ‘cause if she eats pancakes she’s just going to get muck all over them before we even leave.’
‘Good point,’ Yangyang has just served the last pancake of the stack, ‘i’ll get her ready once she’s finished.’
‘But you’ve already done her breakfa-‘
‘Don’t worry about it,’ Yangyang hums, kissing your cheek, ‘just get her packed lunch out the fridge and make sure her bag is all packed and we’re golden.’
‘Okay,’ you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat and taking a seat at the table.
The three of you happily chow down on your pancakes - Yangyang really makes great pancakes - and as there’s no time to waste, dishes are quickly thrown into the dishwasher.
Yangyang takes Julia to get dressed in her bedroom, as you rifle through her little backpack, double checking everything that should be there is there.
‘Change of clothes, sun hat, rain hat, empty bottle- lunchbox.’
You head over to the fridge and pull it out. It’s cute, light pink with her favourite Kakao friends character on.
You and Yangyang had already made up her lunch and packed the bag the night before to save yourself time this morning. You had both had throughly enjoyed making the food for her, cutting up ham sandwiches with a star shaped cookie cutter and making little fruit kebabs with grapes and apples.
You’re just slipping the lunch bag into the backpack when Yangyang appears in the doorway, Julia on his hip.
‘Oh, are we ready to go?’ You smile, ‘I love your outfit Jules.’
She looked so cute, Yangyang had tied her thin hair into a tiny ponytail.
‘Mummy/mommy, I don’t want to go,’ Julia sniffles, small hands balled into fists, ‘I want to stay and play with you all day.’
You feel your heart split into two, and judging by Yangyang’s expression, he’s feeling the same way.
‘Aww, Jules,’ you try to remain strong and reassuring to her, ‘you’ll have so much fun! There will be so many nice people and cool toys to play with. And mummy/mommy and daddy have made you star sandwiches that you can have while you’re there.’
She seems a bit less apprehensive, but still a bit nervous.
‘And you’ve met your teacher,’ Yangyang points out, ‘Miss Choi was really nice wasn’t she? She’ll take good care of you.’
Julia nods, remembering the settling in session she’d been to.
‘And you’ll have so much fun all day, that before you know it, mummy/mommy and daddy will be back to pick you up.’
‘Really?’
‘Yeah sweetheart. It’ll go so fast.’
‘Ok, I’ll go.’
‘That’s my girl,’ Yangyang grins, ‘let’s go get our shoes on.’
A few minutes of velcro straps and putting on coats one arm at a time later, you’re walking to the car.
You can sense Yangyang’s emotions even without seeing his face; he doesn’t want to let her go. Regardless, he hides it well in front of his daughter, strapping her safely into her car seat.
‘I’ll drive,’ you hold up the keys, ‘I don’t think you’re in a fit state to do it yourself.’
He laughs weakly at this, ‘you’re not wrong.’
The drive is filled with mostly Disney music (specifically Encanto and Frozen, Julia’s favourites) which has become a regular daily occurrence for your drives. You worry for your Spotify wrapped.
Eventually you make it to the pre-school, where several teary parents and small children are descending on the entrance.
Yangyang takes a deep breath before unloading Julia and her bag from the car, holding her little hand as the three of you walk across the car park.
‘Mr and Mrs Liu, it’s so nice to see you both, and Julia!’ Miss Choi smiles, ‘I know you’re probably both a bit emotional today, but before you both know it it’ll be home time.’
You squeeze Yangyang’s hand.
‘Are you ready to go Jules?’
She nods her head shyly, taking her backpack from your hands.
‘You can put that on your peg over there Julia,’ Miss Choi motions towards the lines of pegs for the children.
Julia realises this means she’ll have to venture off without either you or Yangyang, so she turns back to the two of you, brown eyes wide in worry.
You both crouch down to her level.
‘There’s nothing to worry about Jules,’ you reassure her, ‘we’ll be back very soon, ok?’
‘Bye bye mummy/mommy.’
‘Bye angel,’ you hug her, ‘love you.’
‘Love you too. Bye daddy.’
‘Bye bye Jules,’ Yangyang hugs her too, I love you.’
‘I love you too daddy.’
‘I know sweetheart. You wanna go put your bag on your peg?’
She nods, waving one last time before rushing over to her peg, before disappearing out of sight into the toddler room of the pre-school.
Ohhh man it’s Yangyang day!!! Plsss just soft giggly sex with him it’d be so great like “babe I’m literally balls deep inside of you what’s so funny” “nothing! I’m just so happy I’m with you” ahhhhh 😩
Mornings with YangYang were good. Rolling over in bed (kicking a cat out because really, Leon?) and laying your cheek against his bare back.
You were grateful everyone else was gone. Just you and YangYang in the apartment, everyone else gone, not even in the same country as the two of you. It makes waking him up with morning sex so much easier when you know that Kun isn't about to come barging in (having forgotten that you'd been there last night when he'd gone to bed) and knowing that Ten isn't going to quietly sneak in to look for lost cat toys that one or the other of the cats is telepathically communicating to him that it wants.
It's just you and YangYang.
He sighs sleepily when you kiss across his shoulders, when you start leaving kisses on his neck.
"Yang," you whisper, moving so even more of you is draped across his back. You kiss his cheek. "YangYang." The corner of his mouth.
His lips twitch when you kiss him there too. A soft hm? and his eyebrows quirk, but his eyes are reluctant to open.
"I'm horny," you whisper, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. "Wake up and touch me."
YangYang just makes another sleepy mhmm, but he doesn't move. He doesn't open his eyes or kiss you back or touch you at all except where you're touching him.
You sigh. Sometimes it's difficult to get him up in the morning, and last night you know he was up late playing games after you fell asleep. You pull away from him, slumping back onto your half of the bed.
Just as you're considering getting up to go search for Leon since he at least will cuddle you, YangYang suddenly turns over, and he moves in to attack you with kisses.
But, unfortunately, it's early and he's less coordinated than he might usually be, so when he goes to cup your cheek with one hand, he accidentally hits your jaw. And then he knocks his head against the side of yours.
You cry out, but your cry quickly turns to laughter and YangYang laughs too, apologizing and pressing kisses to the side of your neck and your jaw and the rest of your face for good measure. "I'm sorry, baby," he laughs.
"You're not smooth, YangYang." You complain half-heartedly, teasing. "Make it up to me."
He agrees, scattering light kisses down your neck and you chest, down your belly. He kisses your thighs, hands gently pressing your legs apart to make room for his fingers to work you open. YangYang makes you melt into his mattress with his tongue and his touch, and your first orgasm of the day is thanks to his mouth.
You feel glowy and happy, kissing the taste of yourself from your boyfriend's mouth. He smiles when he kisses you, laughing when the brush of his fingers along your inner thighs makes you squirm and giggle, the ticklish feeling preceding the moment when he guides his cock inside you.
You don't speak, just trading moans and sighs, exchanging touches and looks. YangYang looks into your eyes as he rolls his hips forward, burying himself inside you, and you know that he's already worked himself up so much despite only having been awake at this point for half an hour.
And then you remember how gently you'd tried waking him up, how he'd responded by cracking his head against yours.
It's a bad time to laugh because at that moment YangYang had thrust in deep, and your laugh mixes with a moan, and the combined sound just makes you laugh again.
You bring your hands up to cover your mouth, and YangYang smiles, reaching down to grab your hands, pulling them away from your mouth as he says, "I'm literally balls deep inside you right now, baby, what's so funny?"
YangYang's skin is warm under your touch when you reach for him, a hand curling against his side and pulling him down over you.
He sighs, mouthing at your shoulder, laughing softly when you let out another louder-than-usual moan mixed with a laugh.
"I'm just happy," you tell him. YangYang lifts his mouth up to yours. "Just happy with you."
You love morning sex. The way that it's not too rough, too passionate. It's not about just the pleasure. It's about each other, feeling each other, enjoying each other, waking up and feeling like you're still dreaming because in the entire world it's only you and him.
YangYang drops his mouth back to your throat, and you sigh in delight at the sharp pinch of his teeth against your skin, the hot prickle as he starts to leave a mark.
Morning orgasms are the best. The way that it's just a slow rolling pleasure that builds and just keeps going as YangYang rolls his hips against yours, his lips on your throat, your hips rising from the bed to meet his thrusts until he's cumming too, gasping against your neck.
YangYang lets out a breathy laugh against your throat as he comes down. He brushes his lips over the dark lovebite he's surely left you with, kissing along the line of your shoulder.
He pulls out and settles down on his side right beside you, facing you with his head on his pillow, his arm slung over your belly.
You lift a hand up to brush the backs of your fingers against his cheek. You're smiling, enjoying the quiet and the peace right now. You don't get a lot of either of those when you're with YangYang, but right now it's here.
YangYang's lips twitch into a smile too, and his eyes close as he quietly requests, "Wake me up again in a little bit?"
