In This Light Tonight
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summary: on your anniversary with YangYang, you each have surprises for each other, though it's hard to say whose is better
length: 4,865 words
tags: romance, first time (in a long time), oral sex, lingerie
When you started dating YangYang, you made it very clear to him that you weren’t just going to jump into bed with him. You’d done that in the past and gotten burned by men that just wanted to sleep with you then ditch you.
With YangYang, you weren’t taking that risk. You liked him far too much to find out after having sex a few times that he just wanted you for your body and nothing more.
“Oh,” was all he said at first when you confessed that on your third date. “No sex?”
You look at him from across the table for a moment. “Is that going to be a problem?”
YangYang’s gaze touches on yours before he looks down at the menu in his hands. Your heart sinks as you fully expect him to tell you that he doesn’t think this is going to work for him.
But then his lips pull into a bright smile. He shakes his head a little, then looks back up to you. “No, it’s not going to be a problem. I’m perfectly fine with waiting until you’re ready.” YangYang reaches across the table for your hand.
“What are you smiling about?” You can’t help giggling a little as you let him pull your hand towards him.
YangYang laces his fingers through yours. “It’s just good to know that someone wants to get to know me a little. I feel like most girls I meet see the idol, just want that physical connection more than anything else. So, yeah, I’m good with waiting. I like you, and I want to get to know you more.”
There are plenty of things to do other than have sex.
Yeah, there are times that you’re making out with YangYang, or times when you’re cuddled up together, and you can feel him growing hard, but he doesn’t push you. And there are times when you’re feeling more horny, and you think about throwing all caution to the wind and just drawing YangYang in between your thighs.
You fall in love with YangYang as time passes. What began as a fascination and a crush quickly turns into solid, real love. The longer the abstinence in the relationship goes on, the more comfortable you are with YangYang in every way. You want him to see you in every way before he sees you in that way that you consider your most vulnerable.
And before you know it, you’ve been together for three years. A hell of a long time to go without having sex with your boyfriend. But YangYang has been with you through thick and thin. He’s seen you through rough patches, through highs and the lowest of lows. He’s seen you sick and tired and grumpy and angry. He’s seen you and loved you through it all. And you’ve seen him in all the same ways, supported him through his career. You feel strange when he’s not with you.
And on the evening of your third anniversary, as you’re eating dinner together, you decide that three years is long enough. You’re reached that last boundary that you haven’t yet crossed.
You’re sitting there in your shared apartment, eating a dinner that YangYang claims that he cooked himself (although you swear when you left for work this morning you overheard him talking on the phone to Kun about coming over to prepare it). The dinner is delicious, and he beams with pride every time you tell him that, so maybe he did act as chef tonight, but you just keep sitting there gazing at him while both of you eat.
The words almost spill from your lips as soon as you think them. But instead you decide to edge subtly around your true intentions.
“Why don’t you ever ask me for sex?”
YangYang chokes on his mouthful of food, and while he coughs, trying to drown his surprise in a glass of water, you realize maybe that wasn’t so subtle after all.
“I told you I wasn’t going to pressure you,” YangYang says a moment later when he can properly breathe again. “I don’t want to force you into it if you’re not ready, and I always figured that you’d let me know when you’re ready. You like to tell me what you want, I know that. And if you’ve been sitting over there overthinking things, I can promise you, I want to have sex with you. A lot. I have for a long time. I have an extensive mental list of things you do that turn me on belief, a backlog of fantasies, and I’m pretty sure I sprained my wrist one time because I couldn’t stop jerking off thinking about you.”
You snort a laugh into your glass of wine.
“I’m serious,” YangYang says with a toothy grin. “Do you not remember when I kept complaining about how sore my wrist was? I couldn’t help you move that armchair into your apartment.”
“I remember.” You take a sip of the wine, then sit the glass gently back down. “I wasn’t overthinking, though. I was just wondering what your reason was, just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page.”
YangYang nods, then goes back to eating for only a moment before his head jerks up. He stares at you. “Same page? Are we?”
You trace your fingers around the thin stem of the wine glass, smiling a little to yourself before lifting your gaze to your boyfriend’s. “I’m tired of resisting my own urges. It’s been fun to push our limits, a little bit like a very extended foreplay, teasing and edging. But, YangYang, I think I’m ready to finally fully have you.”
“Are you sure?” He asks. The legs of his chair scrape the floor a bit as he pushes back from the table, ready to go now.
“Sit down!” You laugh, stretching your leg out beneath the table to hook your foot behind his calf, pulling to make him scoot his chair back up to the table. “We’re going to finish eating first.”
You’ve waited this long, so it’s not like another hour is going to hurt anything. You both finish eating, finish off your glasses of wine. You stand together at the sink as you wash dishes while YangYang dries them.
He must be excited or nervous or something. Every now and then he’ll open his mouth while he’s wiping down a plate with a dish towel, only he’ll shut his mouth again without saying anything. You notice more than once his hands tremble when your fingers brush. He wipes his hands on the legs of his pants.
“Calm down,” you tease as you kiss him quickly on the cheek. “You’re acting like a nervous virgin.”
“It’s not that.” YangYang shakes his head, sliding his hands against your hips to keep you standing right in front of him. He draws you closer so your chest meets his. His lips hover, almost touching yours. “I want to ask you something.”
“Hmm?” You tilt your head, skimming your lips along his jaw. “What’s that?”
YangYang swallows, fingers flexing against your hips. “I can’t remember while you’re doing that.”
You flick your tongue against his pulse point just beneath his jaw, nip lightly with your teeth, and suck.
YangYang’s knees nearly buckle. “Stop that. Oh my god, I can’t keep my head on straight right now. Shit,” he moans as you keep going.
When you pull your mouth away, there’s a pretty rosy mark left behind. You lick over it once just to hear the pretty sound your boyfriend makes.
“What were you going to ask me?” You bat your eyes innocently.
“Don’t worry about it.” YangYang’s hand flies to your hair, pulling you roughly forward so he can crush your mouths together. His kiss is intense, powerful, determined to turn your blood into molten arousal — something that he succeeds at.
You consider letting him fuck you right there on the recently cleared kitchen table. It’s right there, and he backs you up until your ass hits the edge of it.
“Bed,” you murmur into the kiss. “Take me to bed, YangYang.”
In your bedroom, YangYang’s hand slaps against the wall until he finds the light switch.
“Wanna be able to see you,” he groans into the kiss when you make a soft questioning noise. “God, I want to be able to see all of you.”
You clutch him tighter, deepen the kiss, raise one of your thighs up to his hip.
Despite having been in this relationship for three years now, you’re not even certain that you’ve ever seen each other fully naked. Yeah, you’ve seen YangYang shirtless plenty of times. You’ve seen him down to his underwear. You’ve seen his dick too on the occasions when you’ve walked in on him showering or when he’s come in to use the bathroom while you’ve been in there. And he’s seen you in a bikini, has seen you when you’ve been using the toilet while he was in the shower. He’s seen your boobs on more than one occasion (walking in on you changing, the time you had a crazy swollen bug bite under one of your boobs so you had him check to make sure it wasn’t like in need of medical attention, and more).
You’d each seen bits and pieces of each other, but never all laid out like this. Never in this light — both the literal sense of the golden glow of your bedroom light, and in the less literal sense wherein you’d never seen all of YangYang’s bare skin with this sexual tunnel vision that you currently possess.
He’s all you can see, all that you care about.
“Sit back,” you tell him, pushing lightly at YangYang’s chest. “Let me show you.”
He takes a seat on the edge of your bed, hands folding in his lap as you take a few steps away towards the small vanity table you’ve got. You can see YangYang waiting patiently and eagerly in the reflection, watching your every move as you reach up to pull the clip out of your hair.
Your hair falls free around your face, and as you reach for the jewelry you’re wearing, YangYang makes a sound behind you.
“Don’t take it off.”
You turn around to face him.
“Don’t take off the jewelry I gave you, baby. I want to see you in it. Wearing nothing but that necklace, those bracelets, those earrings.” His eyes shine as bright as the diamonds adorning the jewelry he’s been gifting you with daily for the past four days. Of course you’d worn it tonight, and part of you wondered if he was planning to give you more jewelry tonight; the anniversary gift from him was sitting in a nicely bound box on your bedside table.
But you have more important things to unwrap right now.
YangYang’s hands slide to his thighs as you lift your hand to the tie fastening shut the wrap dress you’d worn for dinner. A simple tug is all it takes on the carefully tied bow for it to fall apart, and your dress falls open.
“Come here,” is all YangYang can say, the words somewhere between a command and a desperate request.
As soon as you’re within reach, YangYang’s hands are on you, sliding beneath the dress to your hips, touching, brushing his fingers along the edge of the lingerie you bought just for this moment.
You let the dress slip down your arms, pooling around your bare feet on the bedroom floor.
YangYang wastes no time in coiling his arms around you, drawing you into his lap. You lower your mouth to his, sinking into him, falling into kissing him while his hands explore your body.
This much is familiar – making out with him, being felt up over your clothes, and the feel of his erection straining against the front of his pants and pressing against you. He’s gentle with you, as if even now as you’re happily sat in his lap wearing nothing but lingerie and jewelry that you might tell him you’ve changed your mind.
“More,” you moan softly into the kiss. You reach for one of his hands where it’s cupping your ass, and you bring it around between your thighs. You’re sure you must already be soaking through the thin material covering your pussy, and judging by the sweet moan YangYang makes when you guide his fingers there.
It doesn’t take long before just touching you over the thin lingerie isn’t enough for YangYang. He drags the material aside so his fingers slide through your wetness. And he breaks the kiss so he can lower his mouth to where your nipples are peaked.
You arch into the heat of his mouth, twisting your fingers into his hair. “More,” you repeat, tugging on his hair, which draws a moan from him. And he grants your request, filling your needy pussy with first one finger and then a second, his thumb drawing circles against your clit.
Although you’ve been with YangYang for three years now, he’s never even gotten as far as this. Making out, a bit of over the pants action, that was it until today. And it feels fantastic to finally have his fingers on you, inside of you, stretching you, and sending you teetering towards orgasm already. Too close, if you’re being honest.
You need something like a distraction.
“A backlog of fantasies, huh?” You gasp, trying to distract yourself and maybe YangYang too by referencing his earlier comment. He’s a little too skilled with his fingers, and it’s going to have you cumming very soon if he doesn’t slow down. “Tell me about them.”
YangYang lifts his head from your chest. “Where should I start? Maybe with one very much like we are right now?”
And then YangYang begins talking, his voice low and sexy, and with his fingers still stroking away inside you, it actually does nothing to help hold back your orgasm. The tone YangYang’s taking as he spills out in detail the fantasies he’s had about you has your body reacting more than you’d considered.
“Are you going to cum for me, baby?” YangYang asks after a few minutes of his erotic storytelling. You’re riding his fingers, wetness dripping down his wrist. “You sound like you want to, so come on, cum on my fingers and show me how much you’ve been needing me for the last three years.”
He crooks his fingers inside you, touching just against that spongy sweet spot in your pussy. His thumb flicks against your clit. YangYang leans in and scrapes his teeth over one of your nipples, and just like that your world erupts in pleasure, a supernova of starbursts fill your vision, a series of increasingly loud moans as YangYang keeps finger-fucking you through the orgasm.
You collapse against his chest, hips rolling to take everything he’s giving you on his fingers.
YangYang laughs softly, placing kisses along your neck and the top of your shoulder. “Good?”
“Yeah,” you sigh, clutching at his arm. “So good. Now I need the real deal. I want you inside of me, YangYang.”
“Yeah?” He lifts his head so you’re face-to-face, and he scans your eyes for just a moment before dipping forward, leaving a very brief kiss, and then he’s rolling you over beneath him.
When he raises himself above you, and then removes himself from above you, you make a sound of complaint and lift up onto your elbows. “What are you doing?”
YangYang takes a few steps back from the bed, already working to undo his belt buckle with one hand while the other works at the buttons of the tidy button-down shirt he’d worn for dinner tonight. “I mean, unless you’d rather I stayed fully dressed, my love, I’m taking my clothes off.”
You stay propped up on your elbows to watch him, loving the way that YangYang shrugs out of his shirt, the way he drags off the plain white tshirt he’d been wearing beneath it. He whips the belt off in a way that honestly makes your mouth floor with saliva while you fight the urge to sink to your knees on the floor for your boyfriend. You’ll have time for that later. Right now, you need him inside you.
YangYang loses the pants, steps out of his socks, and then he’s just standing there in front of you in his underwear, his hard dick fully visible against the tight fabric.
You could probably take hours and hours tonight just exploring and observing each other's bodies. You want to sit here and drink in the sight of YangYang like he is right now, especially as he fits his thumbs beneath the back of his underwear, as he tugs them down and his erection is revealed. Again, there’s that urge to sink to your knees, to take him in your mouth, and pour praises on his beautiful dick.
But instead you bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together against the slick heat that coils in your core. God, you need YangYang now.
You flip over onto your hands and knees, repositioning yourself farther on the bed, and you feel the bed shift as YangYang moves to join you. You turn over onto your ass just in time for YangYang to pull himself over you, and together you sink back against the duvet.
YangYang’s body covers yours. His erection digs against your bare thigh, brushes against the barely-there fabric of your lingerie. Shit, you forgot you were still wearing that, and now you just want to feel all of YangYang’s bare skin against all of yours.
“Take it off,” you say, putting a hand on YangYang’s chest to stop him from pressing you entirely into the mattress. “The lingerie, YangYang. Take it off of me.”
“Fuck, uh, yeah, of course.” He kneels up then, hands curling against your thighs before sliding higher. His fingers catch on the sides of the panties before zipping higher up your sides to the lacy bralette. “God, you’re beautiful. I can’t believe I’m this lucky.”
Heat floods you – arousal and love and pride.
YangYang’s fingers just seem to slide over the bra’s clasp before it’s undone. He brings both hands to your boobs, pulling the material away with one hand while the other dives beneath to touch, just needing to feel the soft skin of your bare breast in his hand as he whispers, perfect.
Again, your body flushes with heat. You arch into YangYang’s hands, hips trying to roll down for any friction or contact you can get, but you have no luck with that.
And then he’s leaning in, leaning down. His hot tongue is on your boobs, soft lips, gentle nips of his teeth. Your body is covered in goosebumps, sensitive and coursing with pleasure with each move he makes. And as his mouth leaves your boobs, trailing lower and lower over the expanse of your belly down to the edge of those lacy panties, you can feel your heart racing, and your core is tight with anticipation.
YangYang’s teeth catch on the front of the panties. His hands hook in the material at your hips. Slowly, so devastatingly slowly, YangYang drags your panties down – lower and lower and you’re going to lose your mind, you think. You watch as his head sinks down, as the panties lower so they’re not covering anything anymore, just banded around your thighs.
YangYang’s mouth is still so warm and soft when he kisses your clit. His tongue sweeps down to gather your wetness, and you’re not the only one that moans at that. Your hands fly to his hair, and YangYang moans again into your pussy as he gets a good long taste of you. Your hips rock against his face, and YangYang lets you ride his tongue, lets you grind your clit against his mouth.
He pulls back far too soon.
You cry out, and reach for him, trying to pull him back in, but YangYang’s already backing out of your reach, dragging your panties the rest of the way down your legs. They disappear over the edge of the bed, but then YangYang is back, sliding back over you.
Bare skin meets bare skin as he supports himself over you with one arm. The other hand dips between your legs, two of his fingers sliding right back inside you.
YangYang looks down at you with a look in his eyes like you’ve never before seen. He’s absolutely in love with you, enamored by you bare for him, open and sweet and vulnerable, and he grins.
You laugh and reach up to touch your fingertips to his smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I love you,” YangYang replies, and his smile grows even wider. “You’re so wonderful, and I love you. I’m just happy to be here.”
“Just happy to be here,” you tease him a little, but you know exactly what he means. You’re so happy to have him there with you, about to take this step in the relationship, a step that should probably feel momentous after so long but instead it just feels right and easy.
You reach up, curling your fingers against the back of his neck so you can pull him down for another kiss.
You make a noise of complaint against his lips, but when you feel his penis bob against your thigh a moment later, you cut that noise off. You hold your breath and glance down.
You’ve never seen him like this before either. Sure, once you walked in on him in the bathroom, but it was just a very brief glimpse and he’d not been erect. Now YangYang kneels confidently between your legs, his erection standing slightly curved and dark in the air, engorged. Handsome.
You sigh and moan into the kiss as YangYang twists his fingers inside you just right, as he rolls his hips forward. You feel the hot glide of his erection against your thigh.
“C’mon,” you moan encouragingly. “Inside me, YangYang.”
“D’you want a condom?” He asks without hardly pulling his mouth away from yours.
“No,” you gasp, bucking your hips up. “You can even cum in me. Just buy me a pill in the morning.”
YangYang laughs a little. and falls forward to kiss you again, and you both laugh when your teeth knock together, and then he’s rolling his hips forward, one hand on his cock to guide himself into where you need him most.
You sigh when the head of YangYang’s cock slips just inside your hole, catching like a key in a lock, and he pushes in further, stretching your walls. And the friction feels better than you imagined after so long without having a dick inside you. Three years with nothing makes you feel like a virgin experiencing this all over again for the first time.
And doing this with YangYang?
Incredible.
His hands rove your hips and your thighs, sliding down to touch your clit, exploring higher to your boobs.
“YangYang, baby, oh god!” You claw your fingers up his back, and grip his shoulders as he rolls his hips against yours. His cock feels so perfect inside you, the perfect size, perfect shape, perfect curve. You know it’s a cliche, but right now, you feel like you can’t tell where you end and he begins.
YangYang presses his lips to your hair and lets out a breathy sound. “I love you. I’ve wanted this for so long, that’s why I—“
Whatever he was going to say gets cut off by a low moan as you squeeze around him, your pussy, your thighs, your arms all clenching around him at the wave of pleasure that jolts through you.
“Do that again,” you moan, trying to roll your hips to meet his thrust, hoping to recreate the angle that he just hit because it was so damn –
You and YangYang fold yourselves together, bodies pressed tightly, moans blending between your lips when he picks up the pace, his hand on your clit matching the pace of his hips, and just like that it’s over for you.
Your climax burns through your body, more intense than the one earlier. Your legs shake, nails biting into YangYang’s back. Your thighs squeeze his hips, your ankles locked behind YangYang as you arch your back, hips rocking on the bed, trying to get him deeper inside of you.
And YangYang groans, hides his face in the dip of your shoulder, and he bites down as he cums inside you.
“Oh God, oh fuck. I love you. YangYang.” The words fall out of you again and again as you come down from your high, holding him tightly, your pussy milking the last of YangYang’s cum out of his cock. Pleasure still courses through you, your stomach muscles still jolt and your chest heaves with the force of your breathing.
YangYang kisses your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, and lastly your lips.
You lie like that for a while, kissing and murmuring soft words of love to each other. But eventually, YangYang sits up, pulls away from you, leaving you empty, but that strong tether of emotion remains.
You close your legs, curling in on yourself while the last effects of the orgasm wick off of you, your whole body buzzing with the most intense orgasm you’ve had in over three years.
YangYang climbs off the bed and walks off, ducking into the ensuite for a moment to grab a damp cloth to clean you up. He returns, gentle as he cleans at the cum between your legs, leaving affectionate kisses across your thighs and belly. His hands are soft and tender as he undoes the shiny necklace from around your neck, unfastens the bracelets from your wrists, and helps you take out the earrings.
“Did you like seeing me in them?” You ask, passing the second earring into YangYang’s waiting hand. “Dressed in nothing but the jewels you gave me?”
YangYang grins. “I like it more than I should have. I think I’d like to see you in the full set again, shining for me like the star that you are.”
It’s cheesy but sweet, and you laugh, lifting up on your elbows to kiss YangYang’s wide smile.
He leaves again for a moment to put the cloth in the laundry basket, and you close your eyes, sinking momentarily back into the passionate heat of a few moments ago. The intensity of it all, the pleasure and bliss.
You can hear YangYang rummaging through a drawer for clean clothes, and when you open your eyes he’s coming towards you with a pair of underwear and a shirt. The shirt he hands to you, but he lingers a moment longer outside the bed to pull his underwear on.
You slip into the shirt and pull the collar up to your nose. It smells like him and you curl into the pillows and close your eyes, soaking yourself in the scent of your boyfriend, satisfied and settled in the moment, knowing that you finally feel completely 100% settled in this relationship, perfectly happy and comfortable and at home and in love with YangYang. And you can’t wait to have YangYang like that again, to show him all of your love to the greatest extent.
After a moment, YangYang slides back into bed, and you roll over to look at him, blinking because the lights are still on. One of you is going to have to get back up to turn them off, and it’s not going to be you.
But YangYang doesn’t look like he has any intention of it being him either. He sighs, sliding back down beside you. He drags the sheets up to cover you both, and in the soft heat that rises beneath the sheets, YangYang presses kisses to your shoulder and reaches for one of your hands.
“I love you,” he whispers softly, the words uttered like the beginning of a declaration of love, but the silence hangs afterwards. YangYang just plays with your fingers, and you watch his face and his hands. You notice the way that his lips keep twitching at the corners into a smile, like he can’t fight down his happiness about what has finally happened between you.
Outside, a car rumbles by, headlights bright and music blaring. You twist, turning to look at the window, hoping that the car keeps going and doesn’t stop to visit any of your neighbors.
Something slides around one of your fingers, and you look back at YangYang, his hand around yours, two of his fingers holding something around one of yours.
A closer look reveals it to be a ring.
Your breath catches in your throat.
“Happy anniversary,” YangYang’s voice shakes. “I thought you might like a ring to match the rest of the jewelry, but this one comes with one condition.”
Your heart is in your throat. Time feels frozen. Everything around you has gone silent except for the sound of your raging heartbeat and the sound of your breaths mingling with YangYang’s.
“Will you marry me?”
a/n: originally, this was posted as A Proposal (a T**il fic), but while I was reworking this to eliminate that guy from all of my fics, I decided to just completely rewrite this. It's still got some parts that weren't really changed, but mostly it's just the plot of A Proposal adapted and improved (in my opinion) to this
I hope you enjoyed! I liked writing this because it was the first thing I've actually written in a while
