Aurora - You are my light (Ateez x reader)

FORTYSIX 🌶️

Hongjoong briefly pulled away from me and straightened up beside the bed. I propped myself up on my forearms to get a better view of what he'd do next. With a smooth motion, he shrugged off his black leather jacket, which hit the floor with a dull thud. Beneath it, he wore a black shirt paired with a suit vest that only added to his commanding presence—as if he needed any help with that.

In short: he looked irresistible. And for the first time, I admitted to myself how desperately I craved him. The fleeting touches and kisses earlier were nowhere near enough.

"Stand up," he commanded, his voice rough, sending shivers down my spine. Without hesitation, I obeyed, standing barefoot before him. He towered over me by several inches, and I tilted my head to study his expression. But there was nothing—no hint, no emotion betraying his next move.

His left hand slid to the small of my back, caressing the skin there almost tenderly. Then, with one swift motion, he unclasped my bra, letting it fall away. His gaze flicked over my exposed chest for only a split second before his right hand began its slow ascent up my arm. It reached my neck, encircling it firmly. A startled sound escaped me, the pressure instantly reminding me of the demon and the suffocating visions I'd endured in the infirmary. Yet Hongjoong didn't loosen his grip.

Instinctively, my hands shot up to his, attempting to pry it away, but my feeble effort failed. Instead, I elicited a quiet, amused laugh from him. "Lower your hands."

I stared at him, confused. He knew what had happened with San and the demon. Why was he ignoring it? But... wasn't this exactly what I wanted? For him not to see me as a fragile, broken girl?

The grip around my neck tightened, yanking me from my thoughts. I hesitated briefly before lowering my hands. Almost immediately, his grip loosened just slightly but remained present—a firm, inescapable constant.

"I need to explain something," he began calmly. "A safeword is essential, but I want more clarity. We'll use a three-color system."

I slowly processed his words and nodded.

"Green means everything's fine. Yellow: it's becoming too much. Red: stop," he continued, his tone firm but not devoid of warmth.

A small wave of relief washed over me. Despite everything he'd implied, he wouldn't completely ignore my boundaries. At least not entirely.

"When I ask you for a color, you tell me where you are. Will you do that for me?"

I nodded, but that wasn't enough for him.

"Use your words." His gaze bore into me.

"Yes... Yes, I will," I stammered, attempting to make my voice steady despite his grip. He seemed satisfied.

"Good girl."

A shiver ran through me, my nipples hardening involuntarily. Hongjoong's reaction was a slight raise of his eyebrows, amused.

"Are you going to undress me now?" I asked, unable to hide my impatience to be claimed by him.

A smirk tugged at his lips. "Patience, my hungry little princess."

Before I could respond, he had seated himself on the edge of the bed and pulled me over his lap, stomach down.

A startled yelp escaped me as I struggled to find balance, my hands grasping at air. Hongjoong held me firmly, his grip unyielding yet controlled.

"Before we begin, there's something we need to address," he said, his voice rough. His right hand pressed against my back, keeping me immobile, while the other gripped my rear firmly.