Let Me Teach You A Trick || J. Daniel Atlas x Reader smut
explicit sexual content, dominance/submission dynamics, consensual bondage (wrists restrained), dirty talk, sexual teasing/edging, sensory overstimulation, embarrassment kink, semi-public kissing as a distraction, intense sexual tension, mention of past relationship
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The running and jumping and hiding that commenced after the show was something you loved more then anything in the world.
The adrenaline, the rush. You loved it.
Atlas and you had stuck together, or more so he had followed you.
As more cops chased you you swiped a jacket off a rack and a beanie.
You watched as Atlas grabbed a large coat.
You swept quickly through the crowds and threw the jacket on and the beanie, as soon as Atlas had the coat on he grabbed your wrist and basically slammed you against the wall.
He leaned close to you and kissed you.
Your hands went up to his neck.
No one keeps looking because it seems intimate.
As you kissed you heard the cops run by. One stopped at the front you and pulled Atlas in closer, gripping the sides of his coat and his head tilting to hide you both more.
As soon as the foot steps pattered off you felt Atlas pull back.
You looked up at him silent for a second as he looked around, breathing deep.
You hadn't kissed many people.
But by god was he the best kisser you've ever had the pleasure with.
His lips were firm against yours.
His tongue hadn't even made it past your lips though.
And god were you regretting it now.
When Atlas's face came back to yours you heard more yelling.
The cops were coming back from the other direction.
Seconds later Atlas was against you again.
Like a prayer being answered he kissed you once more.
You slowly opened your mouth for him and he did the same.
Your tongues brushing against each other.
He was such a good kisser.
You tilted your head back and he moved his closer as he kissed the side of your face down your jaw and to your neck.
You hadn't even thought to stop it till it escaped you.
You moaned. A light delicate moan.
You heard one of the cops yell in your direction, "Get a room."
Then Atlas pulled back a bit and whispered in your ear.
You looked over a bit and watched the feet of the soldier disappear behind the buildings edge.
Atlas stepped back and sighed, "Thank god."
You basically melted to the ground.
Knees bent and chest pulled to them.
Your fingers went up to cover it in embarrassment.
Your brain trying to process the fact that what just happened wasn’t a training drill, a diversion tactic, or anything work-related.
Your hands press tightly to your hot cheeks cooling them a little bit.
He crouches down in front of you, "You know. You've got a very... dramatic way of hiding."
You practically groan as you mumble, "Shut up." face still so hot.
“No, really. That little meltdown just now?” He gestures vaguely at your curled-in posture. “10/10 would recommend to anyone trying to make themselves invisible in a crowd.”
You don't know if you want to cry or try to get off right now. Your body putting you in disarray.
"You're impossible." You mumble face burning in embarrassment.
You hadn't kissed a guy in probably over a year. Since your last relationship. That ended quite poorly.
He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “I know. And you’re… very distracting. For someone who’s supposed to be good at hiding.”
You scoff, "Well we hid in plain sight."
His elbows are rested over his knees as he stays squatting in front of you, "Look , don't freak out. You did fine... more then fine actually." you watch his hand ghost over your shoulder, "Though... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't noticing every little reaction."
You have died and this is heaven.
You feel heat pool between your legs.
You basically let out a squeak as your hands hold your face tighter and you basically sink further onto the dirty ground of the alleyway.
His head tilts as you peak through your fingers at him, "You seemed... into it."
“Stop saying things like that!” you hiss, though your voice betrays you, trembling slightly in your state of embarrassment.
Atlas laughs quietly, amused. “Oh, come on. You think I didn’t notice?”
You slide further in on yourself.
He lets out another laugh and puts his hand out, "Common we gotta get back to the others… unless you’re planning to show off more of those distractions."
You put your hands over your face again, "Please stop."
His chuckle is nice s he grabs your elbow leading you gently while you calm.
When you make it back into the crowd you calm.
You force it. You're calm again though.
He falls into his usual stride beside you steps in sync, but with subtle changes- he’s just close enough to brush against you, his shoulder occasionally nudging yours. Every time your eyes flick to him, he catches you and gives a sly grin, like he’s daring you to react.
You feel his hand ghost yours and you cheeks get warm again.
When you meet up with the others you notice the way they notice.
They know somethings changed between you and Atlas.
They can read you like a book.
Atlas leans over and whispers into your ear, "You're still flushed."
Your probably pink cheeks go bright red at this remark.
You all follow together quickly.
By the time you're all back at the wearhouse where you're safe you're basically exhausted from how many times your face has gone red only to calm down and repeat.
You walk quickly past the others to your room.
The second you're in there you grab a pillow and push your face into it.
Your thoughts circling, for Christ sake it's only bee like a year.
You mumble to yourself, "It's not like you've never been kissed before. get it together y/n."
You take some deep breaths before crawling off your bed.
You're hungry. It's been a long day. You need sustinance.
You make your way into the kitchen and all the guys are there.
Merritt has a beer and Jack has a drink as well.
You walk around them all pushing into the pantry.
Atlas peaks his head over your shoulder closer then normal as you look for something to snack on.
You hear Jack call out, "Wow... Someone's clingy today."
Your face flushes once more and Atlas flips around, "Not clingy, Observant."
You grab a bag of chips and pull back quickly, spinning around coming face to face with Atlas.
He leans his head in and whispers in your ear quiet enough the others wouldn't be able to hear, "Have to keep an eye on my good girl. Can't let you melt in front of anyone else now can I?"
Your face basically poofs red as you turn and dart out of the room.
Merritt and Jack both let out laughs and you basically slide down your door when you get back to your room cradling the bag of chips.
You can hear their voices echo as you open it and chomp into the chips now more sexually frustrated then you've been all year.
You munch and munch and munch till you're out of chips to munch on.
Then you throw the bag into your bedroom trash can.
When you're finally curled up in your bed you slide a hand down your pants.
The sound of his voice calling you a good girl echoing in your mind as you rub circles into your clit.
You rub faster as your brain pulls back the feeling of his lips guiding along your jaw to your neck.
Throwing your head back you let out a small whimper.
You imagine being trapped back against that wall, his kisses following your jaw again and his hand sliding between your legs this time instead.
You imagine how good it would feel to have him touching you and rubbing circles into your clit for you.
Then the thought strikes you.
His fingers are bigger then yours.
You can't help but slide one of your inside of you and imagine how much better it'd feel with his.
You're practically panting as you keep touching yourself.
Your other hand goes up and slides across your chest. then you push it all the way up to your neck you firmly squeeze your neck, imagining how good it'd feel to have the J. Daniel Atlas touching you like this a faint moan leaving you.
The knock at your door has your had quickly pulling out of your pants and you sitting up quickly.
The door opens faster then you like and you curse yourself for having not locked it.
Atlas walks in and you can see the gears turning in your head as he looks at you. His shoulder brushing against he door frame as he take you in.
Your face flushed, you're practically shaking on your messed up bed.
He's not very far away maybe a few feet.
A snarky grin plays on his lips as he looks at you.
You're flushed but you spit out quickly, "What do you need?"
He looks at you for a second contemplating.
"Jack ordered pizza earlier, it just got here if you want some.''
You nod quick, "i'll get some later."
He stares at you for a second and you stare back at him quiet.
He give a light chuckle, "Funny." his eyes look you over again, "You're acting like I interrupted something."
You squirm a bit thighs pressing together for a split second.
He clears his throat, "Come find me when you're... composed."
You shake your head quickly in a nod.
"I'll be in the kitchen."
His eyes linger for a second before looking to the hallway and back.
"Oh and...next time you want help. You don't have to use your own hand."
Your voice cracks. "What?"
He steps in closer, leaning towards you, "I could smell you the second I opened that door."
And you grab a pillow to hide against.
His laugh rings in the air as he closes the door walking out.
You sit there shaking for a second before throwing the pillow at the door.
He knows what he's doing the asshole.
You take a few minutes to calm down before rinsing your face in the bathroom.
Then you pull out your phone and google. Can men smell women's arosual.
The results make you wanna almost curl up.
Because he very well could have actually been able to smell how turned on you were.
You take another deep breath before stepping out into the hallway.
The second you walk into the kitchen his gaze meets yours.
His cocky grin on display.
You can see that knowing look in his eyes.
You grab a slice of pizza from the box before huffing into one of the chairs.
You hear Jack mutter to Merritt, "She's toast. He's got her."
Your face flare red again as you almost choke on your pizza.
This is totally not fair.
As you scarf down the pizza slice you walk back to grab another quick.
You’re reaching for the second slice when Atlas steps in behind you again, close enough that the counter digs into your hip because he doesn’t move and you're trying give some space.
He watches you a beat, eyes flicking down your throat as you grab the slice.
Then he says quietly- just loud enough for you “you're…Still shaking.”
You freeze. Because he’s right. You haven't stopped shaking.
Atlas smirks, leaning a knuckle under your chin to tip your face up toward him as he leans in towards you ear. “Relax,” he murmurs, voice warm and maddening. “If I wanted to embarrass you, I would’ve said something in front of them.”
You swallow hard the pizza in your hand basically a past memory.
His eyes drop to your lips again- slowly, deliberately.
“You tasted like adrenaline,” he says with a small shrug, “I wonder if you'll taste like pizza now.”
Jack snorts from across the room.
He shifts his hand from your chin to the back of your neck, his thumb grazing your pulse.
“You should eat,” he murmurs. “After all that? I pushed you pretty hard tonight.”
“Not as hard as you want me to… but we’ll get there.”
You nearly drop the pizza.
Merritt chokes on his drink.
You can hear Jack let out a quick whistle and a murmer.
Atlas? Completely unfazed.
Your face goes completely red again.
Voice dying in your throat.
How do you even respond to that.
His voice is quiet again, "And I wasn't kidding back there. If you want my help, you only have to ask."
He straightens up completely composed. Smooth and casual like it was the most standard interaction ever.
As he looks down at you he chuckles, "Try not to melt on the kitchen floor. I'm not carrying you this time."
Your free hand comes to your face as you cover your mouth breathing quickly through your hand.
He's playing you like a fiddle.
You feel like you're going to combust.
Your breath hitches.
“W–what look?”
“The please don’t say another word because I can’t handle you right now look.”
Jack laughs loudly from the table.
“God, she’s gonna combust.”
You spin around, trying to hide your face, trying to put anything between you and Atlas’s laser-focused attention.
You manage half a step before Atlas’s hand finds your wrist—not grabbing, not pulling.
And that’s somehow worse.
He leans slightly closer again, voice dropping lower than before.
“You know…” His thumb traces lightly over your pulse again. “I could make you stop shaking.”
You almost swallow your tongue.
He tilts his head, studying you, eyes flicking over your face, your throat, down your trembling hand still gripping your slice of pizza like it’s a life raft.
“All you’d have to do,” he says softly, “is ask me.”
You hate that he sees it. You really hate that he likes seeing it.
He hums in amusement, brushing past you to grab a paper plate like this is the most casual thing in the world.
“Relax,” he says lightly. “I’m not going to do anything in front of them.”
Jack speaks up, “Please don’t. Some of us are eating.”
“Speak for yourself.” Merritt speaks up.
You sit there gaping like a fish.
"Finish your pizza sweetheart. Then come to my room. Not yours."
You go rigid as he pushes in closer, "I want to know what you were thinking about when I came into your room earlier."
Your legs shake beneath you and as he walks away you grip the counter with your free hand.
You slide down it onto the floor looking at your pizza slice for some comfort and soothing.
You take some deep breaths on the floor while you eat your pizza.
Basically stuffing it into your mouth to stop your flustered breaths.
Jack's almost laughing and you can't quite read Merritt's expression aside form the teasing smirk.
When you finish the slice you run your hands up and down your face for a second.
Using the counter to stand up you hear Jack jokingly call out, "Yeah. Get some."
You glare daggers his way as you begin your decent into madness on your way to Atlas's room.
His door opens quickly an he pulls you in by the wrist.
Then he almost slams the door shut locking it as he pushes you up against he wall by the door. You hear the soft click of the lock as he leans in closer to you.
"Relax. I'm not going to bite." He leans in closer to your ear, "Yet."
Your legs turn to jelly as you stand there.
"Now before we discuss what you were doing in your room... I need to know what your safe word is sweetheart."
You give a quick nod, "Pineapple."
He nods before leaning into you, "You know I could have helped. Magicians are excellent with their hands."
You fingers ghost across your cheek as you stand there a mess.
"Now... are you going to tell me what you were thinking about when I knocked?"
Your legs almost give out as his thigh pushes between your legs to prop you against the wall.
He smirks before following up with, "Because if it involved me doing anything with my hands... I'd love to know which trick you were hoping for."
Your hands shake as you pull him forward by the jacket, "Just... be careful with me. it's been... a long time."
He's quiet for a second as he takes in how tense you are, "How long?" he asks.
You melt back into the wall and he pulls you toward him by the hip, "a month? 3 months? 6 months? a year?" you flinch as he say a year and you hear his light chuckle.
His fingers brush your face pulling your chin up to him,"No wonder you're so cute and flustered."
His hand on your hip grabs your hand and presses it against his chest, "Feel me? Don't be shy."
Your body is basically in heat. It's so hot. You're so turned on.
His other hand drops to the hem of your shirt, "We're just exploring. You tell me if it's too much... or if it's not enough."
You whimper as your other hand goes up to his chest.
You run your hands all the way up to the tops of his shoulders as you feel his fingers ghosting aroudn the hem of your shirt.
Goosebumps dance across your arms as you start to tug his jacket off.
He basically throws it across the room when he notices what you're doing.
Then he does the same to you.
Slides your jacket off you.
You ghost your hands up his shirt pulling it up and over his head as he leans back a bit hands following up your own shirt almost ripping it off of you.
Then he slams you into the wall again, "Jump."
You do as he says and he grips you by the things as he holds you against the wall.
You can feel his pants against yours.
The bump in them obvious as he pushes it against you.
You let out a whine and throw your head back a bit.
He basically growls against your neck, "God. Your reactions are... perfect."
You whine and buck your hips towards him a bit as he speaks.
"I could watch you rediscover yourself all night."
Your face is hot as he puts a hand behind your back.
Then he turns you around and drops you onto the bed.
He's eager in pulling your pants off.
You sit there on his bed panties and bra still on.
Your eyes are darting between his as you lay there.
He leans down and starts kissing at your jaw again. Down you neck.
Then he keeps getting lower.
Down your chest all the way to your belly button.
Then he goes back up kissing slower this time, taking some time to suck on you while he kisses back up.
When he gets to the valley of your breasts you let out a whine as he sucks.
Then he sucks harder, and flicks his tongue against the skin.
It's quick then slow and back and forth.
You buck your hips up as he does and you watch as he pulls back flushed, "I think i've found my favorite spot." he mumbles and your eyes dart down to the hickey he just put on you.
Your hand shoot to his belt buckle pulling it off.
You start to remove his belt before he grabs your wrist.
"Patience, the best tricks take time."
He sits up pull his belt the rest of the way out before putting a hand out for your wrists.
You put them forward for him as he uses his belt to tie your hands together.
" Magic isn't about speed. It's about discovery. Let me discover this new side of you."
You nod frantically as he slides his hands up and down your sides.
One of his hands stay on your side and the other works it way up to your neck.
You push your hands up and over your head out of the way still bound as his fingers ghost to your neck.
Your breathing hitches and your hips buck as they graze against you.
"There." he mumbles as his fingers press into your neck softly, "Just like that. Feel it? Perfect."
You moan as you feel your heartbeat against his fingers.
He gives a faint squeeze and you let out a moan head flying back opening up your neck more.
You start rocking you hips up towards him getting little friction.
His hand on your side goes to your hip and pushes you down, "Careful, you might make me forget my own tricks."
You whine out as he speaks, hoping so much for more.
His hand moves from your neck and to the bed by your head, "You know there's a lot of magic in anticipation. The trick isn't just the touch, it's the waiting... watching and learning what makes you shiver."
His fingers graze against your chest. Over your bra.
You feel his fingers ghost your nipple through the fabric.
You pant out, "It's been so long."
He shushes you, "That's perfect." his fingers pinch through the fabric lightly, "Because that means I get to teach you... step by step."
He pulls your breast out pushing past the padding in you bra, "One trick at a time."
His fingers are gentle as they ghost over top of you.
You give a few whines before you realize he's not doing more.
Then his fingers gently brush your nipple and your head flies back.
He pulls your hands forward to him. Pressing them against his chest.
"That's step one. Never underestimate a gentle touch."
You whimper slowly and carefully touching his chest.
You watch him sigh as you do.
Then he leans forward your wrists trapped between your bodies, "Step two" he chuckles hands going to either side of you, "Is learning how to make me react."
your hand move lower till they're toying with the hem of his pants.
You rub at him through his pants, softly. Carefully.
His face contorts as you do into one of pleasure.
He stands up quick, pulling his pants down, leaving him in his boxer and to you it looks like he just tripled in size at how much his pants had been constraining him.
Your fingers are light, barely touching him through his boxers.
You watch as he gasps and lets out a whiny moan, "Perfect." he mutters, voice strained, "See how you're learning already."
Then he drops back over you, a finger going back to your neck then sliding down against your collarbone.
He kisses lightly and a shiver racks your body again.
"Magic, darling, is about misdirection. While you're focused... here." his fingers slide against your collarbone again. "I could be making you melt somewhere else."
His other hand is quick in cupping you between your legs.
You let out a moan and thrust your hips against his hand.
Your fingers grip against his lower abdomen as he does.
Then his hand grabs yours and pushes it up above your head into the bed.
The belt is tight when he does.
"Let me show you another trick."
He rubs his hips against yours softly this time, "You know the disappearing coin trick?"
You nod, having learned to do it with not just coins but poker chips now too.
He leans down breath fanning your face, "I can make your ability to think straight vanish."
You feel his fingers move up and down your panties before his fingers push them to the side.
You feel his rough fingers rub up and down your clit for a few minutes.
Bucking your hips everytime he did something right.
A free finger ghosts your enterence.
You let out a loud whine as he slides it inside you.
You feel yourself clenching around him, trying hard not to buck your hips.
You catch his eyes, the look of amusement.
"Good girl." he mutters and heat gushes from you.
He slowly pulls his finger out and tears gather in your eyes, "Let's try another trick." he says full of amusement.
Your jaw clenches as you look up at him almost pleading, " This is for when you feel me and i'm not even using my hands."
He pulls a pair of cuffs from is nightstand and cuffs his hands behind his back.
He's careful as he uses just his knees to navigate the bed, grinding on you.
"Please. Please. It's not fair-"
He chuckles, "Magic isn't supposed to be fair. It's always rigged by the performer."
You feel a tear start to glide down your cheek as you buck your hips up to Atlas's.
"I see, you're waiting for my next trick." he says kneeling on the bed over top of you still.
You let out a small huff, "Which is?"
He grins the handcuffs behind his back suddenly undone as he brings one side to the belt and the other to his headboard.
"The one where I make you forget." The cuff snaps shut, " That you were ever nervous around me."
Your legs shake in anticipation.
A breathy moan leaving you as you whisper his name.
He freezes his grin wide as he looks over you, "I think that's been my favorite sound from you so far."
His fingers run along your jaw for a second.
"And for my next illusion..." he mutters voice growing dark, "I need verbal consent."
Your breath hitches, "Yes... please. God yes."
“You don’t have to say that so breathlessly,” he murmurs, voice low, teasing, but with a dangerous edge. “I already know how much you want it… even if you’re trying not to admit it.”
You shake beneath him waiting for him to touch you again. Praying for it.
He's enjoying this though. Enjoying edging you.
He stands all the way up looking down at you, "I could watch you like this forever."
A whimper leaves your lips as you sit there exposed to him.
Then you feel his hands pulling your panties down.
They're slow and careful.
He trails kisses from your hip to your ankle as he pulls them down.
A kiss at your hip, then an inch below, then one on your thigh, right in the middle of your thigh on the outside of it.
Then another just an inch above your knee.
His lips are wet as he kisses you knee, then just below your knee.
Following the muscle in your calf he kisses quicker. Then getting all the way down to your ankle.
You whine in anticipation as he pushes himself back up.
He pulls on your ankles sliding you down before laying flat to the bed and nudging his face between your thighs.
"I want to know what makes you shiver."
Your lips parting as he starts licking.
When he flicks his tongue he notices how your hips buck.
He sees how you clench when he kisses then nips your thigh.
He's watching every little movement. Every single detail. Taking it all in to play with you.
When he pulls back he sees how flushed and dazed you are, "I want to make sure you enjoy this." she says again as he moves back in.
As he teases your clit he slides a finger in you too.
He folds them up and down, brushing back and forth against your walls.
Then you feel him suck hard on your clit and thrust his fingers in far against your walls.
Your hips buck and you let out a loud moan. Louder then you intended.
You can feel his breath as he chuckles against your clit.
You whine and buck and eventually he pulls himself up and over you.
He's slow in leaning down to kiss you.
When he pulls back you hear his voice, "I'm glad you got to taste the real magic too."
Your face flushes once more as he kisses you again.
You kiss passionately over and over again.
Then you feel his hips shift.
His finger guides a hair out of your face, "Let me show you just how good this can feel."
You feel him press against you, his cock rubbing and his hips shuttering against yours.
By the time he's pressing in you can feel him moaning into your shoulder.
Your head falls back and you pick the lock on the cuffs above your head keeping your bound wrists high up.
Your hands fly to the back of his head, fingers in his hair as he slowly thrusts into you moaning against your collarbone.
He thrusts again and you let out a moan head falling back.
You feel him shift and his voice is louder this time, "Magic, sweetheart is all about timing. And right now... this is the perfect time."
You're shaking as he keeps going.
You have more tears in your eyes as you keep him pulled tightly to you.
Then one of his hands moves up and pins your belted wrists above your head.
His other hand going to your neck first then his head dipping lower to take your nipple while his other hand goes to your clit.
You feel him thrusting into you and you can't help but moan.
He lets your hands go, "Keep your hands up for me. That's right. Be a good girl."
You moan at his command as that hand now comes down to your neck.
You feel it firm as he sucks on your neck and rubs your clit.
You let tears fall from the anticipation.
You start moaning out and your voice slips, "Good boy."
His body shivers when he hears that.
Hips snapping into yours as he moans.
He pulls himself back over you as he keeps going, pulling one of your legs up high, proping it over his shoulder while he looks down at you.
"That's right. Common. Say it again pretty girl."
You moan as he stares at you, now hitting somewhere deeper with this change in position.
He works himself a bit faster and you can hear him begging, "Please pretty girl, my queen, i'm begging you. Call me again. I want to hear it."
You moan out again and this time your voice is a bit more hesitant thinking through what you're saying, "Good boy."
He shakes when he hears it, driving himself deeper now.
He picks up the pace and starts pounding into you, "That's right, i'm your good boy. I'm your magician, your performer. You're going to take me right here right now."
You moan over and over again as he pounds into you now.
He's still not lost control though. He's just changed the response.
You slip your hand out of your belted hands and put it down between you both to rub circles into your clit as he keeps going.
You whine and moan as he keeps going.
Gripping the belt in your other hand as you now rub your clit while he pounds into you.
"Oh Atlas, you're such a good boy. Making me feel so good." you moan.
His hips are going faster now, " Please don't stop. Please keep going my magician."
You hear him gasping out a moan as he sends a hand down to grip at your hip.
You feel him start thrusting harder and he gets a little more sloppy, "Oh fuck Atlas. Good boy. Such a good boy. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
He thrusts over and over.
You can feel him dragging against your walls each time he does, using every part of your reactions to tell where to hit again.
Then he pulls himself up and grips onto your leg the raised one on his shoulder and starts bucking his hips more wildly, "Good girl. That's a good girl. Take it princess. You're doing such a good job."
You feel tears sting your eyes as you buck and moan and whimper.
Your other hand goes to his hair and his hand grips it down fingers intertwining. "Keep your hands down. Good girl."
You moan and whipser, "Yes sir."
You feel him twitch inside of you and still.
You let out a small whine.
He takes a few breaths, "don't wanna cum before you."
You keep rubbing frantic circles into yourself as he catches his breath.
Then he starts pounding into you again.
You whine and buck your hips.
Then you feel him go to still again.
You wrap your legs around him, "Don't stop. Please don't stop. 'M so close."
He keeps going, harder and faster then before, "That's a good girl. Come for me. That's right princess. Cum. I want you to cum your your magician. Show me how good my performance was."
You buck you hips frantically cumming, fingers rubbing frantically as he keeps bucking his hips.
You moan loudly as he moans too. Panting into your ear as you both lie there.
You can feel his cum spurting into you as he lays on you. His voice a sweet melody.
You feel his hand in yours squeeze a few times purposefully.
You drag your hand up from between your legs.
And slide it up and down his back slow rubbing circles into his shoulder.
You lay there with him catching your breath.
When he sits up a bit you catch the look on his face.
He rubs his face into you neck a bit, voice steady, "You did amazing."
Your face is pink as you pull him tighter to you.
As he shifts around you feel him pull out and it makes you gasp.
He runs a finger down your face, "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
You shrug your shoulders, "I think I just need to clean up."
He smirks, "What do you need? A bath? Shower? Wash cloth?"
You sit there for a second.
He helps pull you up softly, guiding you to your feet and walking you into his bathroom.
You feel his cum leak down your legs as you wobble on your feet.
Yous hand is on your waist immediately, "I've got you. Let's get you cleaned up."
He's careful guiding you to the bathroom, Speaking slower then normal.
He sets you up in the shower, making sure the water's not too hot.
Lets you sit on the ground to clean up while the water runs.
"I'll be right outside sweetheart. If you need me."
You smile as he walks out.
You shower slower then you had initially intended, but once you're out you feel so clean.
You notice a towel sitting on the counter with one of his shirts.
You dry quickly, pulling his shirt on.
When you walk out your hairs a bit tangled and he guides you to the bed softly.
Pulling you by your wrist.
"Come here sweet girl." He grabs a brush from his night stand and starts brushing your hair while keeping you close. "Your hair's all tangled."
You chuckle, "Yeah... wonder how that happened."
Your hands go to your face and you notice when he notices.
"Hey. No hiding now. Let me take care of you." he whispers leaning over your shoulder.
Your face gets even redder as you pull your hands into your lap.
You're both quiet when he finishes brushing your hair.
Then he's careful doing one large braid.
When you hear his brush put back into the drawer you turn around to face him.
He pulls you in for a nice hug, "You handled everything so well- even with me teasing you."
You sit there for a second running your hand down the braid.
"I didn't know you could braid Atlas."
He chuckles, " I can tie fifty types of knots behind my back with one hand. I can handle a braid."
You give a small grin, "Why am I not surprised."
He runs a hand down your side, "Everything feel alright?" he asks voice soft.
He looks you over again, "Are you sure?"
You nod once more, "I'm sure Atlas."
He pulls you towards him into a small hug, "You did so well tonight." his fingers run across the top of your head and a kiss is pressed into your temple. "I know you're exhausted. I know I pushed you."
You feel his hand run up and down your back, "I've got you. I"ll always take care of you afterwards... always."
You smile and pull back a little to look up at him, his lips are a bit parted and his cheeks are a light pink.
You hear a sigh leave his lips and you can't help but be content in this moment too.
Then you realize, "How are you doing Atlas? Are you okay?"
He smiles softly at you, "Yeah... it's just... I don't get to see you like this often."
You feel more heat in your cheeks. "Like what?"
He stares for a second taking you in.
"Soft." he mumbles “Letting me take care of you. Trusting me.”
He swallows like the words cost him something.
“You’d think someone who makes a living reading people would be better at handling things when they let their walls down.” His fingers resume tracing small circles on your shoulder. “But it hits me harder than I ever expect.”
You cup a hand to his face, "You don't always have to be in control Love."
He stares at you for a moment, "I kind of do."
You shake your head, "Not with me."
He gives a breathy chuckle. It's quiet.
He doesn't say much to that.
Then you hear it, the sweet sound of his voice, "You scared me earlier."
Your eyebrows furrow, "How? When?"
He laughs a bit, "When I walked in on you. You didn’t see your face. You didn’t see how nervous you were. How much you wanted me. How little experience you had.” He swallows. “And I realized I had to slow down. Or I’d lose you before I ever really got to have you.”
You settle softly against his chest, "You have me now."
His voice shakes, "Yes I do."
You feel his finger rub against your lips faintly.
Then you see him move in.
Your eyes flutter shut as he kisses you again.
He's careful. His lips fitting to yours oh so gently.
