exo (ot9) oneshots

kiss it better [zyx]

pairing: yixing x reader

summary: yixing burns his tongue on something hot, you kiss it better.

tags: gender-neutral reader, established relationship, fluff, domestic, slice of life

words: 374

notes: this was written for his bday in 2021

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"would you like some coffee with that?" you ask, already reaching for the coffee pot to refill yixing's mug. he nods, cheeks full as he continues to chew his breakfast. smiling, you fill the cup to the brim and place it near him.

yixing wipes his mouth with a napkin, "you didn't have to do this," he says, gesturing at the breakfast laid out on the table in front of the two of you.

"don't be silly," you respond, shaking your head slightly. "it's your birthday, of course, i'm going to do something for you."

he smiles, timidly ducking his head at your response.

"drink your coffee," you command playfully.

"yes, dear," yixing reaches for the mug, he blows on it before taking a sip.

you watch as he drinks the coffee before scrunching up his face, immediately putting the mug down as he hisses in pain.

"babe?" you reach forward with a napkin but stop when he shakes his head.

yixing whines, sticking his tongue out sadly. "my tongue hurts," he says, or you assume he does. his lisp kinda makes it hard to understand him.

"too hot?"

he nods, "too hot."

pouting, you slouch in your seat. "i'm sorry, i didn't realize how hot it was."

noticing your genuine disappointment, yixing takes your hands from across the table. there's a gentle smile on his face as he caresses your palm with his fingers, "don't worry about it too much," he speaks, the lisp still there. "but if you still feel bad you can always make it up to me."

you raise an eyebrow, "oh, yeah?" a smile blooms on your face at the obvious suggestion. "and how can i make it up to you?"

yixing doesn't respond, instead, he points to his lips. giggling, you get up from your chair and walk over to him, taking a seat on his lap, watching as yixing wraps his arms around your waist and his eyes flutter close on instinct.

he's so beautiful like this; cheeks still slightly puffy from recently waking up, long eyelashes fluttering against his flushed skin, and of course, his pursed rosy lips waiting in anticipation for your kiss.

you smile, acknowledging your luck, "happy birthday, beloved," and kiss it better.