Smut, sweet to spicy to sweet, capitano worships his wife, oral-fem!recieving, nothing too crazy, just big sweet husband showing his wife he missed them :)
Please let me know if you guys want more??? I just cannot get him out of my head haha (not crazy im totally sane)
Smut, sweet to spicy to sweet, capitano worships his wife, oral-fem!recieving, nothing too crazy, just big sweet husband showing his wife he missed them :)
Please let me know if you guys want more??? I just cannot get him out of my head haha (not crazy im totally sane)
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Six months. It had been six long months since Il Capitano had been to the manor. A recent mission had sent him to Natlan, leaving you behind to tend to the affairs. As he approached the estate on his horse, he took note of the soft blanket of snow that lay untouched on the manor grounds. Nobody stood at the entrance to receive him, as his arrival was unannounced. He had vowed to you to always keep you safe, to keep you hidden from the perilous aspects of his sworn duties to the Tsaritsa. Many a nights you had waited in the parlor, praying to Archons you doubted that they may keep him safe to return to you once more.
Silently, he dismounted his steed, tying its lead to the post for the stable hand to take care of later. The glass of the front doors were inky black, except for a pinpoint of warm orange glowing from somewhere far within the manor. Opening the heavy door, he breathed in the familiar scent of your shared home. The warm scent of mahogany, the fresh cecilias he had imported from Mondstadt for you weekly, it grounded him.
Home.
He stepped further into the threshold, closing the door behind him.
“My lord, I am glad to see you’ve returned in one piece. Shall I wake the staff? Surely you are famished after such a long trip back.”
Capitano turned his head, taking in the sight of his most trusted advisor, barely awake, yet still so eager to provide for the harbinger.
“There is no need. Please, Dmitriv, rest.” With the nod of his head, the advisor left down the darkened hall to the staff wing.
Silently, he undid the pins holding his thick coat to his uniform before placing it on the coat rack. Footsteps come from the direction Dmitriv left, and out emerges the young stablehand rubbing sleep out of his eyes. He freezes the second he realizes his master is standing between him and the door. Il Capitano breathes heavily in amusement, stepping to the side and letting the young man rush to tend to his steed.
Further into the estate he goes, heavy boots stepping into the plush carpet that lines the halls. Before your marriage, the manor was cold, echoing every small noise. After you became lady of the house, you breathed life into the once unwelcoming manor. In came carpets, rugs, plush furniture, and your warm personality. As Il Capitano saw it, you were the sun. He smiled to himself at the thought of your lips pulling into a smile, often teasing him for being so cliché.
His steps brought him to your shared room where he expected to see you fast asleep under the covers, your small figure somehow still managing to take up the majority of the large bed you shared. To his surprise, the room was empty, the bed made, and the curtains drawn back. The moonlight illuminated the empty bed, causing his heartstrings to tug at the absence of you. He closed the door quietly, head turning to look further down the hall. Warm light poured out from under the door to his study.
He crossed the distance with ease, pausing before the door with his hand on the handle. Would you be happy to see him? Would you be cross that he had been unable to write to you? Many thoughts flickered through his mind as he slowly turned the handle to his own study. The warm light of the fire place bathed the room in orange. Sitting on the chaise in the corner of the room was his entire world. You sat beneath a dark green blanket, a pile of books beside you, with an open volume in your lap. You wore a simple white nightgown, with one of the straps falling to expose where your neck and shoulder met. His eyes traveled further up your being, taking in the curve of your smile, right to your twinkling eyes.
“Welcome home, my love.” You whispered across the room.
Capitano reached up, removing his helmet and allowing you to see his face. You drank in the very sight of your husbands visage. Closing the book, you held out your arms to him. He quickly placed his helmet down and crossed the distance to you, desperate for your touch. He knelt before you, kissing the palm of your hand.
“My dove, how I’ve missed you.” He breathed into your hand, before closing his eyes and resting his cheek into your palm. You wasted no time in cradling his face with both of your hands, leaning down to kiss his forehead. You thumb over the scar on the left side of his face as you see the tension in his face fade.
He opened his eyes to take in your beauty. The fire cast shadows across his face, his left eye blinded white, the right a beautiful tawny brown. Your eyes trace his features as his do the same to yours. Reaching up, he covers your hands in his own, smiling when the two of you lock eyes. You draw his face to your own, ghosting your lips across his. Before pressing your lips to his, you smile and whisper, “I’ve missed you as well, my dear.”
Your husband takes initiative, impatient and needing to feel your lips on his own. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you deeply. Your eyes flutter shut as you melt into the kiss. Your eyes flutter shut as you allow yourself to be consumed by the kiss. You sigh, smiling against the warmth of his lips. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.
“Shall we retire, love?” you question. He kisses the tip of your nose and nods, picking up the book you discarded and places it at the top of the pile besides the chaise. You push the blanket to the side and swing your legs over the edge. Your nightgown has gathered around the top of your thighs, showing the plush skin on your legs.
Capitano’s breath catches in his throat as your skin glows in the light of the fire. One of his hands comes to rest on your knees, keeping you in place. Cocking your head in question, he meets your eyes. The look he gives you sends a chill to your core. He shifts from where he’s kneeling before you to in front of your legs. Gently, he slides his hand down your leg, before lifting your leg and placing featherlight kisses on your ankle above your slipper clad foot.
Your smile and sparkling gaze causes the stoic man below you to go into a haze. How he desperately missed your touch, your scent, everything about you. He continues to kiss up the length of your leg, stopping at your knee.
“Please, allow me this for just a while longer.” His breath fans across your skin as he places a lingering kiss to the inside of your knee, looking up at you through this lashes. You hum in acceptance as your beloved continues to worship your bare skin. You reach down to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. His hands are eager, they hungrily dance across your skin.
The soft leather of his traveling gloves ghosted over your calf. His jet black hair shone blue in the moonlight cast from the study windows. You leaned back against the downy pillows, sinking into the touch of your husband.
Suddenly, he hooks his hands under your legs and pulls your hips to the edge of the chaise. A slight gasp leaves your mouth, causing his eyes to flicker to yours. “My apologies, my dove. Allow me to make up for it.” His pupil is blown and dark, hungry. He sets your knees over his shoulders as he kisses your inner thighs, worshipping every inch you allow him. He reaches where the hem of your nightgown rested against your thighs. “May I?” He spoke against your skin.
“You may.” It came out breathier, needier than you meant.
His hands fold the fabric back, exposing your underwear. He kissed further and further, inch by inch, up your leg until he reached your core. His eyes flickered up to yours once more, his very gaze told you everything you needed to know. He kissed over your clothed cunt, before hooking his fingers through the waist bands and tugging them down. You lifted your hips to help him shimmy them down, desperate for his touch.
Within seconds of your garment being removed, he was back between your thighs. His leather clad fingers dug into your thighs, repositioning your hips so he could take in all of you as your hands held the skirt of your nightgown back for him. “Gorgeous.” He looked up at you, taking in the flush of your cheeks and the rapid rise and fall of your chest. Placing a final kiss to your inner thigh, his lips traveled to your sex. A featherlight kiss was placed on your clit, the very feeling sending a thousand butterflies through your body. He placed another kiss to the bundle of nerves, deepening the kiss.
Your breath caught in your throat as you gazed down at him. He was intent on worshipping every inch of you, intent on showing you how much he missed you, how he couldn’t get your intoxicating taste out of his mind. He flattened his tongue and licked from your hole to your clit, causing you to shiver under his touch. Enjoying your reaction, he repeated the action, again and again until he could taste your sweet nectar. What were once gentle licks soon became sloppy, needy, fully intent on drinking in every drop of what you had to give.
Your hand clasped to your mouth, head thrown back, relishing in the pleasure your husband was giving you. One of his hands left your leg as he withdrew from your heat, causing you to gaze down at him. His chin glistened with your juices as he took the tip of his finger in his teeth, removing the glove. “The light of my life, I have thought about you every second of every day since I was last in your embrace. I promise to make up the time I was away.” He promised you before returning to your core. Collecting some of your nectar on his finger, he drew tiny circle on your clit, all the while using his tongue on your hole. You sighed contentedly from the pleasure your were feeling. You watched as he drew his fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them while holding your gaze. He didn’t break eye contact as he dropped his saliva coated finger back to your cunt, tracing the smallest of circles around your hole. Bending forward, his fiery gaze held you captive as his tongue returned to your bundle of nerves, sinking a finger into your cunt.
Your eyes flutter shut from the pleasure you were feeling. He slowly pumped his finger in and out of you as you breathed a sigh of content. One of your hands left your nightgown and found purchase in his silky hair. Carding your fingers through his locks earned you a noise somewhere between a hum and a growl. Waves of electricity danced through your nerves at the blissful feeling. Slowly, he added a second finger, all the while lapping your clit while his tongue. Your hips stuttered at the full feeling he was giving you.
You began to scratch his scalp with your nails. “Oh, please... It feels so good. Oh-” You breathed. Your praise drove him wild, taking your clit between his lips and sucking gently. The small gasps coming from you got louder and louder, causing him to start curling his fingers in your cunt. His fingers continued to rub against your g-spot, your body heating up with every stroke. Your hands began to tug at his hair and your thighs threatened to trap his head between your legs.
His lips broke from your sex while his free hand gripped your thigh hard enough you were sure it would bruise. “Stay. Still.” He growled, eyes dark with a primal lust. A wave crashed through your chest, his need for you making your heart swell. He returned to your sex, fingers never having stilled. Breathy moans left your mouth as he continued to worship you.
A third finger entered entered your weeping core, causing you to gasp. The hand gripping your thigh still released you, only to rest on your stomach. He slowly began to add pressure, and between that and the assault on your core, you began to feel yourself unravel.
Your husband looked up at you, “Please, come for me.” He spoke before returning his mouth to your bud.
A blinding wave of pleasure washed over you, causing you to clamp down on his fingers. He hummed in approval against your core as your fingers grasped at his hair. “Oh please! Yes, thank you, thank you!” You cried out, rocking your hips against his mouth.
“Good girl, let go my love, I have you.” He whispered as you continued to grind against his fingers. As you began coming down from your high, he left opened mouth kisses to your inner thighs, helping to ground you. He gently placed your legs down. Your heart hammered against your chest as your tried to even your breathing.
A sleepy smile graced your features as he looked at you like you placed the stars. Sitting up, he placed a sweet kiss to your lips, his swollen lips tasting of you. He sat back, running his hands back down your body, eliciting a shiver from you. He placed a kiss to your ankle before removing your slipper.
Gently, he rubbed your feet. “How are you feeling, my dove?” He smiled up at you.
You gazed as him with the sweetest smile. “I am much better now that you are home. Shall we head to bed now?”
His smile grew as his eyes twinkled at you. “Of course, my heart. Shall I carry you to bed?” He placed your slipper back on your foot before gently picking you up and drawing you near.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed kisses along his jaw before planting a final one on the corner of his mouth. You felt safe in his arms as he escorted you back to your shared room, content he had returned home to you finally.
an: do yall want another one of these? is this good or is this dumb? this is my first fic lol idk what im doing, no thoughts only horny
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