Aurora - You are my light (Ateez x reader)

FORTYFOUR 🌶

HONGJOONG

She froze under my hand on her chin, just like submissive women do. My mind filled with commands I'd have loved to give her. Kneel. Turn around. That kind of thing. I shook those thoughts aside, trying to banish them from my head. With her, I had to be careful, take a different approach than I was used to. And I wasn't talking about my late-night flings with Seonghwa.

I didn't know what she liked, her preferences, how she enjoyed things. Damn it. I should have asked Yeosang. It would've given me more confidence with her. But this moment was purely impulsive, no time for thinking or rational action. Then again, Yeosang and Wooyoung didn't get any instructions for her, either. I'd just have to figure it out on my own.

Would she want to take control? Would it give her a sense of security to hold the reins after everything she'd been through? Or would she submit to me and let me lead? I doubted it, considering how often she'd already rebelled against my authority as Captain, refusing orders. A flicker of anger rose in me at the memory of her defiance, and my grip on her chin tightened slightly. She hissed but didn't pull back.

Was that a sign she'd yield to me? Her body had burned under my gaze more than once. I'd noticed, even if she tried to hide it. Her body language and expressions were far from controlled. But would her mind surrender to her physical needs?

I pulled my lips from hers briefly to look at her. She stared back, breath heavy, her wide, turquoise eyes innocent. Was she really that innocent?

God, I wanted her. I wanted her skin glistening with sweat as I fucked her to the edge of madness. I wanted her begging me to let her come. "You should let me go now," she murmured hoarsely, her eyes narrowing briefly.

So, a rebel after all. She wasn't going to make this easy for me. What was I doing differently from Wooyoung or Yeosang? Fine, it wasn't quite the reaction I'd hoped for, but I'd play along. For now. I loosened my grip on her chin. I might be dominant, but I wasn't an asshole.

"We should stop this. We rely on each other," she whispered with an undertone that lacked conviction.

"Stop what?" I asked, feigning innocence as I tucked a stray strand behind her ear.

"This is too far. Any sensible woman would know that." Her eyes held something more, though. But what? Fear? Lust? Disdain? Whatever. I wanted her. Now.

"Screw sense." I pressed her backward onto the bed, easing her down onto the edge. Her hands weakly tried to push me away, but there was no real resistance. I had no idea what was driving me. My impulsiveness, my lust, this need to dominate her—I didn't know.

I knelt at the edge of the bed, spreading her legs. Then I let my hand trace her thighs slowly, deliberately. Bit by bit, I pushed her dress up, exposing more of her skin.

"You can't do this," she whispered, her voice hoarse with a hint of panic, shifting nervously on the bed's edge. I seized the moment and hooked my fingers in her underwear, sliding it down in one smooth motion.

"Should I stop?" I teased, looking up at her. Her eyes were wide, the blue sparkling with arousal, and she looked bashful. Far too bashful to say anything back. God, I hoped I'd burn this image into my brain forever.

"All you have to do is say no."

"I should be saying 'yes,'" she replied through gritted teeth, shifting closer to the bed's edge. A clear signal. She wanted it.

"Don't worry, I'll get you there." I pulled her underwear off completely, tossed it to the floor, and firmly spread her legs a little wider. I kissed my way up her thighs, being especially tender at the spots marked by scars, and I felt her tense more and more under my touch