Aurora - You are my light (Ateez x reader)

SIXTY 🌶️

- Hey lovelies 💫
just a quick author's note before we dive in: it's... a little later than planned, but hey, it's still Wednesday! At least in my time zone. 😅

The long-teased chapter is finally done, edited, polished, and ready to mess with your heads. Phew, you have no idea how many versions, plot changes, and "ugh, this just doesn't fit" moments I had to survive before these three finally got to have their well-deserved fun.

I hope you enjoy it. It's definitely not for the faint of heart 😇
That's all I'll say: it gets dirty. So get comfy, grab a cold drink, and I'll see you down below 😏💋-

The night had taken on a heaviness, the kind that presses against your skin before you even notice it's there. The warmth spreading through me had nothing to do with alcohol anymore.

Hongjoong sat to my right, his hand resting on my thigh, tracing delicate circles on it. He had this effortless way of taking up space, as if he had been born knowing how to make his presence felt without words. His dark hair was exceptionally well styled, and the piercings in his ear sparkled in the light of the candles and oil lamps when he moved. He had rolled up the sleeves of the white shirt he was wearing, and the fabric was just tight enough to hint at the hard contours of his chest beneath.

Seonghwa, to my left, radiated a lean, controlled energy. He had one arm stretched across the back of the sofa, his fingers occasionally brushing my neck and making me shiver. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, the sleeves rolled up so that the veins on his forearm were visible. His lips were slightly parted, as if he were about to say something delicious, and his sharp, deep brown eyes never left me for long.

We had been laughing earlier, that carefree, drunken laughter that makes your stomach ache. But now the jokes had dried up and been replaced by something denser, something that hummed in the air like a live wire. I could feel Seonghwa's thigh pressing against mine, his heat penetrating the thin fabric of my dress. I could see it in the way Hongjoong's gaze fell on my lips, then lower, lingering on my breasts, where the neckline of my dress was a little too low.

To be honest, I hadn't put much effort into getting ready when I decided to trade my sleep for Hongjoong's company. At least I had managed to swap my unflattering sleepwear for underwear and a simple black strapless dress, which I was now more than grateful for in this situation. However, it was also very dangerous, because it ended in the middle of my thighs, leaving many possibilities open.

I looked back and forth between the two of them. "You're both pretty quiet all of a sudden," I murmured, my voice sounding rougher than intended.

Seonghwa's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. "We're just enjoying the view," he said in a deep, rough voice. His fingers finally stopped aimlessly caressing my neck and instead slid down my thigh, his touch burning through the fabric of my dress. I didn't pull away. I couldn't. The warmth of his palm was intoxicating, his thumb slowly and deliberately tracing higher and higher circles until my breath caught.

Hongjoong laughed softly, a dark, velvety sound. "You're tense, jagi," he murmured, leaning forward just enough that his breath brushed my ear. His fingers touched my arm, slid up my neck, and caught in my loose waves of hair. "Relax." The word was a command, quiet but unmistakable. His lips brushed the sensitive skin just below my earlobe, and I trembled, my fingernails digging into the leather of the couch.

Seonghwa's fingers wandered further up, his little finger brushing the hem of my dress. "Or don't," he replied in a rough voice. "I like her like this. All wound up." His thumb pressed a little harder, and I bit my lip to stifle a sound. My dress was made of thin fabric, and I knew he could feel my heat beneath it. I knew he could probably sense how wet I already was.