new year’s eve **
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader
Prompt: New Year’s Eve
Rating: R for Smut, (warnings include: dry humping, fingering, handjobs, couch sex, motorboating, hickeys????)
18+ please, for the love of god I beg you
The dress mentioned, because I saw it and thought it was perfect for our resident titty man XXX
New Years Day had become a rather special time for you and Sy. It was when you had your first kiss 5 years ago and from then on it was your special day. The two of you always going all out with your party planning and when you finally tied the knot, even going so far as to have a New Year’s Eve wedding.
You’d gotten married in the early evening and then spent the rest of the night, ringing in the new year as newlywed’s. To say that it was your favorite day of the year might be an understatement. However, with everything going on this year, your plans had been changed drastically and had turned into you and Sy spending the night in together.
Sy had ordered an army’s portion of Chinese food and had cued up the Dick Clark’s Rockin New Year’s Eve show per your request and was currently waiting for you to join him on the couch.
You came out of the bedroom, in your full get up that you’d bought for your party early in the year.
Sy turned at your footsteps and whistled under his breath. “Damn, Bug,” he murmurs, smiling at you.
You smile and strike a pose.
“Little over dressed aren’t ya?” he asks, lifting the blanket so that you can slide in next to him.
You shrug, “Maybe, but I paid money for it. So I wanted to get my money’s worth and I wanna wear it so someone can enjoy how hot I look in it.”
He smiles, “You spoil me, Bug.”
You bite your lip and run your hand up his thigh. “You deserve it, baby,” you coo, palming his half-hard cock where it rest it against his thigh.
His tongue dips out to wet his lips as he swallows hard. “Fuck,” he grunts.
You giggle, “Does that feel good?”
He nods, dropping his head back against the couch.
You give his cock a slight squeeze before pulling your hand away. He groans at the lose of the contact, turns his head towards yours.
“You’re a fuckin tease, ya know that?”
You chuckle, “Maybe, but I didn’t want the food to get cold.”
“Bug, please,” Sy begs, softly.
You turn towards him, setting the take out container back down on the coffee table. “What do you want, Baby?”
He grabs you waist and tugs you onto his lap, burying his face in your tits. He presses scruffy kisses to your exposed sternum.
You run your hands through his hair, arching into him. “Sy,” you gasp as he sucks a hickey to the swell of your breast.
“I gotta say I love our parties but this, this is much more fun,” he says with a smirk.
You lick your lips, kissing between his brows. “Is it?”
He nods, scratching his beard against your chest as he tilted his head back to look up at you. “Can I have ya, Bug?”
“If you’re patient, Big Daddy. I wanna watch the program,” you say, softly.
“What if I don’t wanna be patient?” he says, eyes darkening.
You frown, “That won’t do. Besides I’ll make it worth you’re while if you behave.”
Sy thinks for a moment, before nodding. “Alright, deal,” he says, kissing your lips quickly.
You smile and stroke his cheek. “Good boy,” you say with a smile, climbing off his lap.
The two of you eat, watching the different artists perform as midnight grows nearer and nearer. Once you’ve eaten your fill and gotten tipsy on champagne, you climb back onto Sy’s lap, hiking your dress up around your waist and showing off your bare pussy.
Sy clutches your hips with a moan as you begin to rock back and forth on his lap.
You lean down and cup his face, capturing his lips in a deep kiss as he slipped a hand between your thighs to find you sopping. Your chest starts to heave as he strums at your clit, ratcheting your pleasure higher and higher as you reach for his pants, pulling them down and freeing his cock from his sweats. You lick your palm and then grip his cock in your hand, pumping in time to his movements on your clit.
Through the blood pounding in your ears, you vaguely hear the countdown start on the tb.
“Bug, want to you to cum for me. Want us to cum together, ring in the new year with a bang, can ya do that?”
You whimper and nod, “Yes!”
Sy chuckles, his gruff voice, joining the countdown, “Cum in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.”
As the sound of fireworks erupting on TV fill the room, you stiffen and cum, soaking your husbands fingers as he cums over your fist, painting it with thick gobs of his spunk. You collapse against his chest, panting as you press kiss to his neck. “Happy New Years, baby,” you coo, looking up at him with big eyes.
He chuckles and presses a scruffy kiss to your forehead. “Happy New Years, Bug,” he murmurs, smiling down at you with a lazy smile.
A Happy New Year indeed.
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