training mishaps
summary: altan finds your constant training with baji very unnecessary. you think otherwise (not really).
pairing: cike commander!altan trengsin x fem!reader
warnings: 18+ content / wall-fucking / jealousy JEALOUSYYYYY / altan being a petty bf / just mild training violence / dirty talking / p slapping / possessive altan / nothing too crazy really / mentions of being heard / bratty reader / fuck around and find out altan
"You're pushing yourself too much," Altan's authoritative voice sounded through the courtyard.
Baji laughs, lunging at you in three heavy steps, leaving you enough room to side step and avoid the nine-pronged rake from leaving nine perfect holes on your head. "Kinda looks like she's enjoying it," he says in turn.
"Well, it's not like you train combat everyday," you respond, swinging to the left to kick your leg at the back of Baji's head. Thankfully it reaches, though not with the strength you planned. "You just yield that barbaric weapon and hope to your god it kills."
You spot Altan at the corner of your eye, arms crossed, forehead creased disapprovingly. He'd been watching you and Baji spar for the last ten minutes.
"You two just trained yesterday," Altan brings up.
Baji thrusts the butt of his rake back, hitting you at the ribs. You take a step back. Your hand clutching your side. "You're distracting, Trengsin!" You yell out, charging at Baji. You grip the shaft of the weapon, keeping it still for a moment before using the leverage to swing your legs around Baji's neck. The way your body spun so quickly had the bigger man distracted.
His hands grab at your sides, throwing you off with enough strength to have you rolling on the ground. Your arm leaps out, body crouching lowly.
"Could you two just shut it?" Baji says irritatedly. "It's one thing to be fighting this woman. Having Trengsin drilling holes on my head isn't helping!" His voice thunders through the courtyard, birds fleeing from the trees.
"I think you're enjoying it too, Baji," Altan's lip pulls into a scowl.
"Damn right I am," his head twists ever so slightly, brown eyes meeting his commander's with a mischievous glint. You decide to play along, circling him cautiously, "Yeah, I think your hand left a mark," rubbing at the place where he'd held you earlier.
That was a play, of course. Baji's a rough guy but he was always careful training with you.
"Cut it off," in comes Altan's warning. Low voice making your insides jump. The Night Castle's courtyard was a spacious place for training, and even though you and Baji sparred a few meters away from where Altan watched, his voice was as clear as day. "If you two wanted to spar so badly, I am happy to do so with each of you," he lets a beat pass, "—separately, of course."
You exchange looks with Baji. His eyes widening for a second, warning you, already knowing the kind of idea brewing up in that head of yours.
"No thanks. I think I like training with Baji more," and to top it off, you wink at Baji, and flash a smile at Altan.
The moment Altan's jaw ticks, you knew you hit the right spot.
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"Where's that energy now, huh?" Altan pressed you harder against your door. Cheek smushed with the cold wood. One hand holding both of your wrists, the other trailing down your sides with urgency. "Where's that I like him more shit you were spouting earlier?"
Your mouth falls agape when you feel his free hand slip beneath your pants. Palming your wetness through your undergarment while his knee slotted itself in between you, pulling your legs apart. "S—Still here," you say breathlessly, desperately trying to sneak a look at his frustrated face.
"Honestly, me and Baji could have—oh!" Your words gets cut off with a yelp as Altan hauls you off of the door and to the wall of your quarters.
Confused, you squirm in his grip. "What the fuck?"
Altan doesn't answer. Instead, he swipes his fingers through your slit, lewdly spreading your wetness across your clit. A whimper escapes you, hole clenching on nothing, legs threatening to a close. It's been so long since you and Altan had gotten yourselves like this, you couldn't believe it took an intentional trainin with Baji to—
Then it hits you. Why you're at that very wall.
Baji's room was right next to yours, and this wall, this thin and poorly wallpapered wall, was the one you shared with him.
"Surely you could be louder than that," he whispers in your ear. Rough voice soaking you even more. "Didn't Baji say he enjoyed training with you too? Let him hear, then. Wouldn't want him to miss out on the fun." As if making a point, he sucks the juncture of your neck and collarbone at the same time his index enters your cunt.
"Altan!" You jerk upwards, grabbing at absolutely nothing. The iron grip he had on your wrists was unmovable. "Oh gods—Altan, more, please. Need you."
"Me? Really?" He swipes again, using his thumb to rub circle your clit. His fingertips tease your hole. Letting the first few inches of his unbelievably pointer and middle finger enter you. Massaging your walls in slow, teasing motions. "But you said Baji…"
"No, no, no," you repeat, shaking your head, "You—I need you—"
He chuckles, pressing himself closer until you could vividly feel his length, steadily growing, rutting against your ass. The hand holding your wrists leaves, only to wrap around your neck, pulling you against him until the back of your head rested on his sternum in a nasty fucking bow.
He licks a fiiiilthy strip up from your jaw to your ear, nibbling at the soft flesh, "I think you're lying, angel."
"I'm not!" You let out loudly, grabbing at his arm—the one inside your pants—desperate to get him to go faster. "I swear, I'm not lying," you look up at him with those round eyes you know he's weak for, but instead of giving in, he returns the look with a darker, more menacing look in his crimson eyes. You clench around him, unable to stop yourself. "I want you—ah—fuck, need you, not Baji."
"Baji?" For a split second, he looked terribly boyish, innocent actually. But he's shifting quickly, features reverting back to that battle-hardened gaze that always has you in a puddle.
The hand on your throat tightens. You swear you could feel yourself drip onto his hand even more. "Can't believe you're still muttering that swine's name while my fingers are inside you," he curls his fingers upwards, watching you sharply as your eyes roll back in absolutely ecstasy. Then, he shoves another finger. "This ought to shut you up, yeah? Get that swine's name off of this pretty lips. My lips."
"These are mine, right?" He smirks. His fingers find that spongey spot inside of you, stroking and pressing it mercilessly until your legs began to tremble. Knees threatening to close together. Altan had to adjust his leg, keep it propped in between yours.
He stretches you back even more, enough so he can close the gap between your lips and his. Exploring your mouth as messily as he could, tongue leaving no place untouched. You whimper into his mouth, jerking your hips, "Yesyesyes—they're yours!"
"Both of them?" He questions with a loud kiss over your lips. "Her too?" His fingers quicken just a bit, loud squelches filling your ears, moving against the clenching of your walls. His movements were rough, intentional—insane.
When you nod, head struggling against his hold, he smiles. Wickedly. "Say it. Tell me she's mine."
Too fucked out to think, you obey, "It's yours. It's all yours—oh fuck! Please let me come. Please. It's—nghh—'s not mine it's yours."
"Say my name and I'll think about it," he breathes against your neck, grunting as grinds his erection on you. "The prettier you say it, the faster I'll let you come, angel."
His name leaves your lips as a desperate plea. A beautiful, wretched sound that always has the blood flowing straight to his cock. You prided yourself in control, always lecturing the other members about taking your mind back from the gods the plague it, and yet here you are on your own wall, thighs shoved apart and quivering, mind barely hanging on as your commander brutally pressed into the spot that had you seeing stars.
Not even stars. They were fucking constellations. Forming a fucking shape that resembled his cock in the most absurd way. And you wanted that badly.
When he tilts his head, feigned disappointment and contempt on his face, you feel your stomach twist.
"Altan," your voice shakes, staring at him pleadingly all the while he's shoving your pants down in one swift gesture. His pants following suit, revealing that aching, leaking cock of his.
Fuck. You could feel yourself salivate.
"Eyes up here, angel," your eyes snap up, locking with his. Lust-blown eyes clouding his usually bright crimson eyes. Your mouth parts when you feel the bare skin of his cock tap against your ass, dipping down to rub against your slit. "What did I tell you, huh?" His voice came out breathy, labored. Lips darting out to wet his own lips.
You whimper, shaking your ass just slightly, feeling your clit come in contact with his shaft. "Altan, please."
"You can do better than that, angel," he tells you, rutting his hips against yours. The tip of his cock peeking every time, spreading your wetness all over. "C'mon, don't you want it? Should I call Baji, get you beggin' for him too?"
Your legs quiver at the thought. Damn you.
"I want you, Altan," you grit your teeth. Moving your hips back and forth on his cock, you try and drive yourself to your own climax out of pure desperation. "It's yours—this pussy's fucking yours—always. Jus' yours, nob—Aaaahh."
Altan pushes himself inside of your cunt, gummy walls stretching deliciously. You both let out a dragged aaahhh. The hands on your hips tightening the more inches he puts in you.
"Fuck—m-made for me," his voice drops. The timbres of his own pleasure overtaking him as he bottoms out, head resting on your shoulder, groans filling your ears. You clench, legs beginning to tremble. "Don't do that—shit, I'm gonna come fast if you clench, angel."
You turn your head just slightly, watching the blissed out look in his features. Gone was the commanding leader of the Cike, it was only Altan Trengsin that remained.
Your Altan. Your lover. Your sweet, sweet lover.
"Move, please," you whisper, squirming on his cock, desperately hoping he'd start moving. "I need you, Altan. Been needing you."
He lets out a sharp breath, taking one hand off of your hip and to your head, moving a section of your hair away to look at you. "Yeah?" He pulls out his length, just until the tip's the only thing inside, "Then take it."
You jerk forward with a loud gasp. Moans spilling out of your lips as Altan began thrusting in and out of you with such strength that you fell forward every time. He had both hands back on your hips, dragging you back on his cock with each thrust, meeting your cunt in borderline feral strokes.
Your nails scratch against the wall, sharp noises filling your ears only to be drowned by the lewd smack! coming from behind you.
His cock drags through your walls like every fucking drug there is, dizzying you with every thrust. The blunt tip of his cock kissing that spot oh so mercilessly.
"I—nghh, fuck! Al—Altan… Oh my—shiiit so good, so fucking good don't stop!"
One of his hands trail upwards, palm slowly heating up as it glides over the peaks of your breasts, rolling a nipple in between his fingers before moving upward to curl his fingers on the sides of your neck. He pulls you back, gingerly, eyes locking with yours. Usually crimson irises now blown-out burgundy.
Your lips part, drool spilling down the sides of your mouth as wanton cries of his names continued. You couldn't care less whether or not Baji heard on the other side of the wall. Hell, even the others at the other side of the castle could probably hear you—who cares, really?
The familiar tension in your lower stomach suddenly appears, prompted by the thumb of Altan's free hand, drawing rushed circles. "A—Ah! Altan… s-so gooood. Right there, right there."
He pulls you closer to him, hand around your neck tightening, thrusts slowing down into long, languid ones that has you feeling every vein. You feel his hot breath on your neck, wet lips desperately marking every exposed skin. The corner of your jaw, the underside of it, the skin of your cheeks—everything.
"Right here?" He rasps, emphasizing his words with a particularly deep thrust.
When you don't respond with an actual answer—since apparently a broken moan of his name wasn't one—he pulls out, leaving nothing but the tip inside of your walls.
"I was askin' you a question, angel," his tone sharpens, a cruel smirk growing on the side of his lips. "If you don't answer, I'm gonna have to go and ask Baji for some assistance."
That breaks you. A wretched sob leaving your lips as you try your best to nod, mumbling out apologies with pleading eyes. He seemed to enjoy the mess that was your cunt because now he's moving his fingers again. The pads of his fingers rubbing slow circles on your swollen clit.
"Such a beautiful angel," he whispers over your temple, thrusting his whole length back into your gummy walls. A scream ripping its way out of your throat. "Want you coming on my cock, yeah? Wanna hear my name out of those pretty lips as you do. Let Baji know who's fuckin' this sweet cunt."
He slaps a loud one directly over your clit, ignoring the way your legs buckled. "Heard, angel?"
"Yes, sir."
You hear a grunt of affirmation from him. Feeling both of his hands plant themselves on either side of your ass, his hips driving into you harder and rougher than it had been before. The mushroom tip of his cock bruising your spot in rough stroke.
The coil in your stomach tightens. The pleasure in between your legs mixed with the way his fingers rubbed at your clit in hasty circles, and his warm mouth biting and licking all over your neck; it was all too much.
His tongue runs over a freshly bitten spot, groaning by your ear with his gravelly voice. You moan his name, unable to think of any other words. mind too mushy with the pleasure, too desperate to release.
"Fuck, you're almost there," he says knowingly, feeling you clench your walls around his cock. He quickens, the sound of skin on skin, and your breathy pleads, bouncing off the walls shamelessly. "Let go for me, angel. C'mon, I know you can do it."
His words hits directly at your core. Your legs shaking uncontrollably as you let out a wail, stars appearing in your vision.
Altan lets out a cold chuckle, followed by a rasp, nuzzling his nose on the crook of your neck. "That's my good girl…" his paces slows, letting you ride out your release. Your eyes peel open, locking with his.
When a drowsy smile stretches itself on your lips, you feel it.
His hands leaving your cunt to wrap around your waist. Tighter. Way fucking tighter than before. "Three more, yeah? Baji does have four letters."
A rough voice beats you to responding. Particularly one that sounds like it's from the other wall. "Shut the fuck up, will you!?"
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