warning ! : smut x

Demitra had barely crossed the threshold of Atlas's apartment before the quiet hum of her stress faded, replaced by a palpable tension that wasn't entirely uncomfortable. It had been a rough day—the kind that left her head pounding and her patience frayed. Atlas was her safe place, the steady force she could fall back on without putting up walls or hiding her frustrations.

The apartment was warm, faintly scented with the lingering smell of coffee and that distinct cologne Atlas always wore, the one Demitra had grown addicted to. She let out a slow exhale, savoring the peace.

As she walked in, her gaze traveled down the hallway, following the faint sounds coming from the living room. And then she saw her: Atlas, shirtless, on the floor, mid-pushup, her arms tensed, muscles flexing under her skin. Tattoos covered her biceps and forearms, intricate designs weaving up her arms, some words in Italian she couldn't decipher mixed with floral patterns and what looked like a small hockey stick near her wrist. Demitra's breath caught in her throat.

"Damn," she muttered, a little louder than intended.

Atlas glanced up, pausing mid-pushup, her eyebrows lifting as her eyes met Demitra's. She smirked, the corners of her mouth tilting up as she took in the look on Demitra's face. "Oh, shit. Didn't hear you come in." She pushed herself up, moving as if to grab a shirt, but Demitra reached out, her fingers wrapping around Atlas's wrist, stopping her in her tracks.

Atlas froze, studying Demitra, eyes narrowing with curiosity. Demitra took a step forward and closed the space between them, sliding her arms around Atlas's torso. The hug was impulsive, but she didn't care; she just needed the warmth, the solid presence of Atlas around her.

Atlas chuckled, hesitating as she looked down at her. "I'm all sweaty, mami."

"I don't care," Demitra whispered, her voice muffled against Atlas's chest. "My day has been shitty, so make it better by not moving. And no talking."

The words hung in the air, and she felt Atlas's hands slowly encircle her waist, her fingers gentle but firm as they settled against Demitra's lower back. They stood there, wrapped in each other, with the soft hum of the apartment around them.

Atlas let out a quiet sigh, one hand reaching up to stroke the back of Demitra's head. "Wanna talk about it?" she murmured softly, her voice low, vibrating against Demitra's ear.

Demitra shook her head. "No."

"Please?"

She hesitated, but the silence between them felt safe, like Atlas was holding open a door and she could choose to walk through or not. So, finally, she exhaled, the frustration spilling out in a rush. "Well, fine. Some girls on campus were talking today about... you," she began, rolling her eyes. "Talking about how they think you'd hit it right. And I got jealous because I started... thinking about it."

Atlas's lips curled into a half-smirk. "Yeah?"

Demitra groaned, feeling her cheeks heat up. "Then I got mad at myself because it's stupid, but, I don't know, I guess I just assumed you wouldn't... that we wouldn't, you know..."

Atlas's eyes gleamed with mischief as she leaned in, her breath hot against Demitra's ear. "Who said I wouldn't?"

"I... I just assumed you'd... wait, whoa!—"

With that, Demitra felt herself lifted, her feet leaving the ground as Atlas scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her to the bedroom. She was laid down gently, and she watched, heart pounding, as Atlas moved towards the bathroom, clearly preparing to remove her contact lenses.

Demitra's mind raced, replaying her words, wondering if she'd gone too far or if Atlas had caught her off-guard intentionally, yet again. But when Atlas re-emerged from the bathroom, a focused intensity gleaming in her amber eyes, all her doubts melted away.

Atlas returned, tying her locs back with a hair tie, her gaze steady, as if she knew exactly what she was doing—and exactly what Demitra wanted. She climbed onto the bed, her frame hovering over Demitra's, her hands bracketing either side of her head as she looked down, that half-smirk returning.

Demitra swallowed, her hands instinctively moving to Atlas's shoulders. The touch was grounding, solid, as if she could hold on and let herself go in the same breath.

Atlas dipped down, her mouth hovering just over Demitra's, the warmth of her breath ghosting over her lips. Her voice was low, teasing. "I think you know by now, mami... I'm not exactly known for being good at following assumptions."

The kiss that followed was unhurried, thorough, like Atlas had all the time in the world to learn the curve of Demitra's lips, the shiver that ran through her when Atlas's teeth grazed her bottom lip. She felt Atlas's hands slide down her sides, fingers tracing the lines of her waist, before gripping her hips firmly.

When Atlas finally pulled back, her eyes were hooded, a dark gleam flickering in them as she studied Demitra. "I know you had a rough day, but we're gonna make sure you feel nothing but good tonight," she murmured, her voice rough, promising. And before Demitra could respond, she felt Atlas's lips against her neck, trailing warm, lazy kisses down to her collarbone.

"Atlas..." Demitra's voice was barely a whisper, her fingers tangling in Atlas's hair, tugging slightly as a shiver of anticipation ran through her.

"Take your pants off for me."

Oh shit this is happening. Demitra thought as she hastily took off her clothes leaving her in her bra and underwear. Atlas knelt down by the bed, gripping Demitra's thighs and bringing her to the edge. "Do i have permission to please you?" Atlas ran her hands up Demitra's body.

"Mhm hm."

Her hand closed on her neck "Give me words mami."

"Yes."

Atlas didn't waste time ripping her underwear off and devouring her clit. She sucked and licked, savouring all her girl's juices and stuck her finger in her aching pussy.

Demitra moaned grabbing at everything she could, never had she felt pleasure like this before and she knew she was going to be addicted. "You're all mine right baby?"

"Yeah."

Atlas leaned up still fingering her slowly, "say it mami." She kissed the girl's neck languidly, definitely leaving marks. "Im yours."

"All yours." She breathed before cumming all over Atlas's fingers. "Fuck."

"That's it baby let it all out for me." She slowed down her movements and pulled out,  leaning over demitra right by her ear. "Next time i hear you saying you're jealous of someone who isn't you, we're going to have a problem do i make myself clear?"

"Yes." Demitra nodded.

"Good girl." Atlas pecked her on both lips before leaving to get a warm towel to clean her girl up. "What about you?" She asked.

"Tonight isn't about me mami." Atlas pecked her forehead. "Rest now, ima go get you some food."