The one where he's surprised to find out what has been your companion while he was away
Warnings: smut, captain kink, slight obedience kink, use of sex toys, threat of orgasm denial, masturbation (f), threat of overstimulation, cockwarming, mention of double penetration
Word count: 1.3k
A/N: This is for a request I got a few weeks ago ✨ Can’t believe I managed to finish it so quickly, what a miracle 🙌 Thanks to my ride or die, @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for checking this over for me! You know I love you!
Y/N’s P.O.V.
I knew he was about to walk through those doors anytime now. I was prepared - waxed, hydrated, even ate properly for the last two days, knowing how my man could get whenever he got home after a long deployment. Only problem was that the longer it took for him to get home, the hornier I got.
I hadn’t touched myself for the last week, waiting for him to arrive, knowing that my first orgasm with him would be that much more powerful and that he would appreciate that. Maybe I’d even get to squirt again - something he’d only been able to make me do once, and had been dying to achieve again ever since.
But now that it was past eight and he was supposed to be home by six, I was fidgety. I should have gotten at least four orgasms already. I was not known for my patience, and having to stretch it for longer than I anticipated was making me anxious.
So really, was it any surprise that when Sy walked into our bedroom, it was to find the dildo version of his cock buried deep inside of me, while I whined and moaned, desperate for a release?
“I was hoping you’d be waiting for me by the door, sweetheart,” was the amused comment he threw my way as his eyes darted between the toy I slowly pumped in and out of me and my fucked-out gaze, taking in the entire debauched picture.
“I was hoping you’d be here by six, like you said you would,” was my retort, but its delivery was definitely softened by the wanton moan I released by the end of it, having managed to finally locate that sweet spot that Sy seemed to have memorized by now.
“Flight took off later, couldn’t ring you to warn ya. Doesn’t seem like you’re very concerned about it, though. What you got there, hun?” The way he licked his lips at the wet sounds the fake cock made as it dragged against my walls didn’t escape me, and I shivered in anticipation when I saw his hands drop to his belt, making quick work of getting himself rid of it.
“Remember that time I asked you to make a mold of your dick?” It had been a gag gift from a friend, one that didn’t particularly make me laugh as it came with a comment of how I should make everyone a favor and give them each a mold of my husband’s dick. I don’t think they got just how possessive I was of my man and his junk, but right now, I really didn’t mind the comment, as I managed to hit that sweet spot once again, making my things tremble in desperation.
“Yes…” His tone was amused as he seemed to catch on to what was happening. Still, he wanted to hear me say it - that much was obvious. And who was I to deny my husband, especially since I needed him so badly?
“So…” I panted, never stopping my movements as I watched him watch me. “It was for a kit to create your own toy. This way, I managed to still be fucked by you even while you’re away.”
His smile told me he was somewhat flattered that my arousal was connected to him even when he wasn’t around, but I knew him enough by now to know that it wasn’t the end of it.
“Oh, fuck,” I cursed, feeling my high approach, but I knew that now that he was here, I wouldn’t reach bliss - not without his touch on me. “Get in here, Sy! I need you.”
Much to my surprise, my husbands eyes darkened, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip before he told me, “Oh, no. You seem to be pretty occupied with that sorry excuse of a toy inside of you.”
His tone was so snarky, so vengeful, it brought tears to my eyes, my need for my man reaching unreasonable levels. Meanwhile, he just kept caterwauling, “Wearing my shirt, playing with my pussy when I was about to get home… I hope that’s enough for you, doll, because I sure as hell ain’t helping you out.”
A broken gasp escaped me, the tears now falling freely down my cheeks. I knew how Sy could be when he got like this, and the perspective of being so close to where I wanted to reach and yet so far was heartbreaking to me, in my current state of arousal.
I must have babbled something resembling a ‘please’ because suddenly, I heard his loud footsteps approaching my figure in bed, and he leaned over me, brushing our lips together just to tease me.
“No, sweetheart. You don’t get to cum today.” I would have whined if he hadn’t connected his lips to me right then, finally kissing me after almost a year apart. My sounds of pleasure and frustration were eagerly swallowed by my husband, who didn’t seem to remember that we both would need to breath eventually.
It was nothing and everything at the same time. Even when he deepened the kiss, wrapping his fingers in my hair, bringing me up to a seated position as his tongue reached as far as it could in my mouth, trying to reacquaint itself with my flavor.
“I don’t feel bad for you, honey,” he taunted. “Not when you got this toy to help you get by while I had to resort to my fucking fist.” In a few quick movements, he had sat against the headboard and adjusted me between his legs, keeping me spread as he took control of my movements and fucked the toy into me.
“How does it feel, doll? To have fucked up so badly?” Gasping, I threw my hand back to try to hold onto his chest, not that it helped in any sense. “I could be fucking you senseless right now. Instead, I’m just gonna keep you creaming around this fake cock.”
Sy was nothing if not a man of his word, so the perspective of this punishment was enough to make me full-on start sobbing. “Please let me cum, please, please!” I whined, knees trembling as he pretended to think.
I was drooling with desire, willing to do whatever it would take to get him to fuck me. “I’ll be such a good girl…” I tried to negotiate, knowing how much of a sucker my captain was for obedience. “Please, Sy. Please!”
If it was any other day, I knew there was no way I’d be having my way. But it had been too long since he felt my soft flesh under his fingertips - he was as deprived as I was. So when I felt his sharp inhale of breath, I knew I’d managed to get to him.
Somewhat.
“I shouldn’t…” he pondered out loud, hand never stopping the penetration of the foreign object into my clenching heat. “But if you really want to, fine.” The words were enough to get me to release a loud moan of pure and utter relief, but that feeling only rested long enough for him to say, “I don’t wanna hear you begging me to stop later, though.”
As the sounds of my sopping pussy drowned out my own whimpers and whines, I knew I was in for a long, exhausting night.
Three orgasms later, I still had his cock - his actual, flesh cock inside of me as he rubbed random patterns on my back, allowing me to catch a breath for only a second before he started to tear me apart again. His rough voice interrupted my mindless thinking as he asked, “… Do you think you can handle two of me?”
I didn’t immediately answer, taking some time to process what it was that he meant. “You mean in my ass and pussy or both in my pussy at the same time?”
The way he flipped me onto my back as he started to thrust himself into me again told me everything I needed to know about what was going through his head.
