currently thinking abt: teaching altan how to eat you out (18+)
"Are you sure about this?" You ask, still somewhat worried your boyfriend was just letting your classmates' words get to him.
Altan had overheard his own peers talking about your relationship with him in the communal showers. Something about Do you think Trengsin even knows how to eat somebody out? and Of course not, I'm sad for his girlfriend. You were sure they talked about something way more than that but Altan rather'd not tell you. He still had some pride, of course.
"Yes." Your boyfriend says, quicker than light even.
His cheeks held that flustered red hue on the surface, something you only saw on very specific occasions. Chest heaving. He's been waiting for you the entire week, waiting until it's the weekends to sit you down about it.
He nestles himself in between your legs, calloused hands eagerly trailing at the side of your thighs. He flicks his eyes up, staring into your awaiting ones. Lips laying down soft kisses over your skin.
"I haven't had any… experiences before," Altan begins, diverting his gaze, "but I can learn. I'm a fast learner. An exceptional one, I promise."
You drop your hand to the side of his face, cradling it with a softness he could never get used to. Before you could speak, he beats you to it, tone slightly embarrassed, "I can't promise it'll feel good immediately though. You gotta give me some time, baby."
A soft breath escapes you, chest shaking, "Don't do that," you tell him.
"Do what?"
"Be in between my legs and call me baby." It's your turn to look away, lips slipping in between your teeth as you try to close your legs, though the big blockage that is Altan Trengsin keeps them wide open.
He chuckles. You could feel his breath at your core, through your thick cotton panties, your breath hitching at the thought of his lips on your heat. Your pants were pulled off some time before already, so all he can see now is just one last tiny obstruction before the real thing.
Altan pulls your legs up, bracing you to him in all of your glory. This time, it's him that gets his breath caught. Eyes roving over your clothed center. He licks his lips, instinctively placing a pair of kisses on either side of your inner thighs making you clench on absolutely nothing.
"What do I do first? Tell me." He looks up at you, eyes rounding uncharacteristically so.
"Do what you think is right first," you tell him, voice soft and guiding.
He gives you a smile, nodding his head.
You fully expected him to take off your panties immediately. Hook his fingers at the sides and pull them off without any grand movements, just the mundane way of starting things off.
But this is Altan Trengsin in between your legs now.
Sinegard Academy's golden boy. The student that had every master wanting him to pledge to them. The student who raised every master's expectation on their students.
If he lives to surpass expectations and come out at the very top, you bet that applies to you as well.
So when he suddenly nuzzles his nose into your clothed core, eyes closed, inhaling such a deep breath, exhaling that same breath on the surface of your panties, you were unable to stop your legs from twitching pathetically.
His grip on your thighs tighten. Letting his lips run through your slit, your slick seeping through the fabric. He lets his lips latch onto the fabric, putting out the tip of his tongue to trace the line of your slit, soiling the fabric even more.
Your hands drop to his hair. Altan takes that as a sign to pull away and look at you. His crimson eyes were wide and round, pupils blown out.
"What do I do next?" He asks, voice painfully gruff.
You hoist yourself up on your elbows, chest heaving, lips parted and wet. "Take off my panties. Now. Please."
Like a soldier, he nods. Fingers hooking at the side of your panties, carefully pulling them down your thighs. You help him out by holding your own legs close to your chest, making it easier for him to slip them off your feet.
When he gets the fully off, curious eyes look at the drenched center of your panties. He blinks. Once, twice, before he brings it to his face. Inhaling in your scent in such a deprived way that you feel yourself grow hotter, wetter.
Fuck, you think, He's insane.
He pulls it off his face, "Do I get to keep this?"
"No, obviously. My panties are just enough for a week," you tell him, shaking your head side to side.
"Just don't wear one when we're together then," he gives you a cheeky grin, winking at you. The confidence he'd been missing earlier now making an appearance.
The thought literally has you blushing furiously. Hand coming over your mouth to hide the downright erotic split of your lips, the way your tongue just slips out to lick the dry muscle.
Altan takes your lack of verbal response as a win for him. Positioning his body back down, he keeps his eyes strictly on yours, not letting himself take in the sight of your core. Delaying his own gratification, if you will.
Your eyebrows curl upward, lips frowning, contradicting the downright hungry look on his face.
"What do I do now?" He asks you, again.
He looks hungry but he looks confused at the same time. You can never really tell him.
You swallow your saliva. "Look at me."
"I'm looking at you."
An irritated look comes on your face. One that has Altan chuckling boyishly to himself.
"Look at me, Altan," you try again, wiggling your legs for emphasis.
"I told you, I already am," he answers all the same.
Annoyed, you push your legs apart, revealing yourself for him, "I said look at my cunt."
His eyes darken, jaw tightening as he now tilts his head downwards. The sight before him has his head spinning with delirium.
You're wet. No, not just wet—you were fucking dripping, drenching the thin sheets of his cot, glistening so beautifully for him. It was unlike anything he'd ever seen, anything he'd ever dreamed of.
“What do I do now?” He breathes, mouth apart and ready, voice impatient. He kept his eyes locked on your core, unable to look away.
You don’t answer. Instead, you drop your hand, letting two of your fingers slip through your slit. The pads of your fingers rubbing at the small bundle of nerves, small continuous circles.
“Do you see how wet I am?” You ask, arching your back, letting your tunic bunch near your chest.
Altan nods stiffly. His body moves down even lower until he’s face to face with your cunt. Barely a hair’s width away.
“You’re dripping,” he observes. “Do you feel this way for me?” He looks up at you, memorizing the way your features twitched with each circle of your fingers.
“Yes—for you, all of it,” the heady feeling stirs in your head. Running out of breath as you move your free hand to grab at his hair softly.
“Put your mouth on me. Lick me,” you instruct.
Altan’s control collapses then. He doesn’t just lick you, no, he swallows you whole. Capturing your entire cunt in his mouth, slithering his tongue in between your pussy lips until he reaches your fingers at the top. Then he moves back down, messy, continuous vertical motions that has your gripping his hair tighter. The suppressed squeaks escaping your mouth only fueling him even more.
He’s messy. He’s impatient. He’s running his tongue all over your cunt, tasting any and all you were willing to give him. Loud slurps fill the air, drinking your wetness with the greed of ten men.
He looks at you, watching with such sharp eyes. Testing every surface, trying to find which spot has your lips falling apart weakly.
His eyes shift down to the spot you kept circling, that small pocket at the top of your pussy. He nudges your fingers away with his face, about to explore the area with the tip of his tongue when you press a palm flat onto his forehead.
“Don’t rush it, Altan,” you remind him, relaxing yourself onto your elbows. “We don’t have to rush. You don’t have to prove anything. I feel good… you’re making me feel good.”
A moan from him vibrates against your core, the intensity making your head fall back.
“Teach me more,” he says, pulling away with a glinting sheen over his chin. “I want to please you more.”