A/N: So... here the Kirov fic. Slightly different style than usual, due to the nature in which it was written, but thought you'd all enjoy some Kirov love~ Didn't even intend to write this much, it just sorta happened, haha~
There's also a short 1.5k extra bonus bit featuring another BJ from Kirov and a sex scene with Minsk that I could upload tomorrow as a tiny bonus fic, if that piques your interests~
That said, enjoy~
Special Blend
''Haah...''
The shared apartment was warm as the Commander walked inside it, shivering off the last few dregs of snow that clung to his coat. He helped that along by ruffling his coat before stepping fully inside the apartment, only then taking his coat off and shutting the door behind him, exhaling a pleased breath.
''Welcome back, Comrade Commander~'' A familiar confident voice drew his eye.
The source revealed itself in the kitchen section of the apartment – an apartment he shared with Kirov off-base. The woman in question stood by the kitchen counter, coffee machine whirring, a mug in one hand and a bottle of strong vodka in her other, the slightest of flushes already colouring her cheeks thanks to her 'special' blend of coffee. Such a combination might be worrisome in any other woman... but he'd learned over the years that Northern Parliament women had a strong tolerance for alcohol, even amongst other Ship-Girls.
Her outfit though caught his eye. It was a loose casual vest with a pair of shorts, both of them black and distinct against her pale flesh, her long legs on full display and her hair tied up into a neat ponytail. Compared to her usual outfit Kirov looked much more relaxed in her casual attire, and he had to admit he liked the sight of her too.
''Oh, hey Kirov.'' The Commander greeted in turn, idly removing his shoes. ''I didn't know you would be up yet.''
''I woke up early.'' She explained lightly. ''Am I correct in assuming you're finished with the shopping?''
''Mm. It'll be delivered later today.'' He confirmed. Whilst Kirov often did the shopping with him on their days off, she needed the rest thanks to a long night of strategising with the other Northern Parliament girls the night before.
Kirov just hummed an acknowledgement, lifting her mug and gesturing to the coffee machine, offering. The Commander readily agreed and approached the kitchen. As he got close he noticed the distinctly small amount of alcohol left in the vodka bottle, inspiring his curiosity.
''How much have you had?''
Ship-Girls, especially the Northern Parliament ones, were hard-pressed to get poisoned on anything short of an entire keg's worth of alcohol, so he wasn't worried about that... but judging by the colour in her pale cheeks, he had a feeling she'd had enough to get at least a fair bit tipsy.
''Not enough.'' Kirov remarked with an amused smile; purposefully pouring some more into her half-empty mug and downing it right in front of him.
The Commander just shook his head in bemusement. ''Anyway, I think we've still got some eggs left. Want me to whip up a breakfast?''
''Da, Comrade Commander~''
X-x-X
Just over an hour and a half passed; noon slowly coming around.
Not that you could tell by looking outside thanks to the heavy snow; the sky outside white and the surrounding buildings a similar hue, perhaps owing to why Kirov was drinking so much; it reminded her of home. The cruiser, like many of her comrades, treated getting drunk as a casual thing and not a negative thing, often participating in drinking games as a result. Even now, as the Commander stood in the kitchen washing up dishes, he could see Kirov from the corner of his eye downing another glass of vodka, laid sprawled on the living room couch and idly watching a movie.
He didn't mind though; just seeing Kirov acting so relaxed around him was always a treat, especially since he knew how tough she could act during work.
Turning his gaze off of Kirov he refocused on the dishes, his back to the cruiser. Humming a light tune to himself he busied himself with his task, unaware of the eyes that were drawn over to him thanks to his humming tune – and as the eyes lingered, lust began to bubble up within them, until their owner slipped off of the couch with a smirk.
It wasn't until Kirov was behind the Commander that he knew she was there – and that was because of the hand that grabbed his crotch from behind.
''Mm?!'' The Commander grunted in surprise. ''K-Kirov?''
He blushed as the cruiser pushed her face into his neck, inhaling his scent. ''Mm... you smell so very wonderful today, Comrade Commander~''
''A-Ah, thanks...?''
Kirov smirked, pushing her body against his back and darkening his blush. Even with her clothes on he could intimately feel her soft, plush breasts press against his back, her skin warm and her breath hotter as she dragged her tongue up the back of his neck.
''K-Kirov, you're drunk...'' The Commander weakly tried to deny her.
''No? I couldn't tell.'' Kirov retorted with a smirk, nipping at the back of his ear – whispering into it. ''But what difference does that make, hm?''
She didn't let him reply; groping his crotch once more. She pushed herself against him from behind at the same time, slowly humping him as she began to massage and rub at his clothed cock, her mere touch getting him excited. Still he tried to deny her, fighting back his own arousal to do so.
''W-What if someone finds us? The others were supposed to visit later, a-and the delivery-''
''Who cares?'' Kirov cut him off, her voice deep and sultry. ''That just means we have to either be quick... or stop and finish later?''
She knew well what he would want; his pants getting tighter as he grew rock-hard. Smirking saucily Kirov took advantage and grasped the zipper of his pants, pulling it down all the way and allowing his dick to spring out, her lithe fingers sensually grasping it a moment later.
The Commander gasped softly at her touch, a shudder lancing through him when Kirov blew a breath into his ear, the ticklish sensation leaving him panting in arousal. Kirov was unrelenting however, giving him no quarter as she began to move her hand back-and-forth, stroking him off and cooing hot, sensual sounds right into his ear the whole time.
''That's it, Comrade Commander...'' She whispered, nipping his earlobe. ''Get it up... I'll reward you if you do~
The Commander groaned in response, his shaft growing to full size under her hot ministrations. The cruiser escalated her hand-job the harder he got, her strokes transforming into lustful jerks of her wrist, her fast movements coaxing out more stiff moans from his throat.
Until Kirov then suddenly stopped, and grabbed him by his waist. She spun him around and without giving him a second to think she crashed her lips against his in a deep, searing kiss, the intensity of it instantly making him moan and grab her by the waist.
''Mmph~'' Kirov moaned into his mouth, leaning forwards so she could press her breasts against him whilst still jerking him off. ''Da...''
Her thumb played with the tip, rubbing and stroking it in short, hot circles. The Commander shuddered at the erotic feeling and finally mustered up the courage to counter; his right hand coming up and grabbing her right breast. A surprised moan filled his mouth before it melted into a satisfied one, her free hand coming up and nudging her shoulder-strap off.
The Commander took advantage, pushing his hand under her vest and then grabbing her breast directly, loving how soft and large it felt in his palm. She was big enough that there was no hope of him groping her fully but he certainly tried, lust bubbling up within him as he hefted her tit about, paying her back for her passionate hand-job.
''Mm~'' Kirov moaned softly, finally breaking the kiss off with a brief, satisfied gasp. ''Hah... finally giving in, Comrade Commander~?''
''Maybe.'' He said breathlessly.
Kirov just smirked, slipping back a step and then lowering herself down to her knees. His hand left her breast and both of his hands instead grabbed at the counter behind himself for support, lust making him throb within Kirov's hand as she positioned herself below him.
Then with a naughty glint in her eyes the cruiser leaned forth, her pink lips parting and swallowing the tip between them. Warmth teased his nerves and the Commander gasped shortly, a groan soon following as Kirov gave the tip a light suck. Several more sucks followed the first, her head tilting each time to suck a different way, the constant changes making it impossible to adjust.
''Ah, hah...'' The Commander panted, gripping the counter behind him. ''Kirov...''
Kirov smirked – and then took him deeper. In a single fluid motion her lips slid down his shaft, swallowing him up within her wet, warm mouth and pressing her tongue up against the underside of his cock, sending lightning rushing down his sensitive length.
''Mn!'' He gasped powerfully, knees buckling.
Kirov said nothing but her satisfaction was evident in how she sucked him, her lips flush against his shaft as she dragged them all the way back up to the tip. There she began to swirl her wet tongue around the tip, lavishing it in saliva and making it wet and slippery.
Then slowly she took him back down into her mouth, her lips sliding over his hot meat until she had half of him in her mouth. She bobbed her head back and forth from there, tilting her head this way and that but taking him no deeper, her eyes peering up at him the whole time, savouring the expression of pleasure on his face. Still holding the base of his cock Kirov stroked him slightly, not enough for it to be qualified as a jerk but more of a teasing rub, the sensation amplified when combined with her wet blow-job.
Doubly so when she pulled her lips off entirely, smirking pridefully at him as she instead licked the underside of his cock, his shaft flush against her face in the process.
''O-Ohh... I-I...'' He groaned out, legs trembling under his own weight.
Kirov replied by kissing the underside of his cock, leaning back – and then taking the tip back into her mouth. Warmth rushed down his cock as Kirov took half of his length into her mouth at once, but his cock didn't go straight inside – hitting her cheek instead and bulging it out. The sight was only more erotic rather than less, and with a teasing glint in her eyes Kirov repeated the movement.
''Mmph, ghk, ghk~'' Kirov made wet, sloppy sucks as his cock hit her cheek repeatedly, her lips still sucking at his wet, sticky length.
The Commander just shook his head, gasping as pleasure climbed up his cock. It was too much. The sight, the sound, the sensation; hot pressure was climbing up his cock and becoming impossible to resist, his body ready to release it.
And Kirov seemed intent on milking it out of him. She sucked him off more vigorously, her ponytail getting messy as she bobbed her head fast and hard, taking him into her mouth and nearly down her throat. Then she suddenly leaned far back, exposing his cock to the warm air and jerking him off with her hand, the saliva on his dick making it incredibly slippery.
''C-Crap!'' The Commander gasped, pelvis tightening. ''Kirov...!''
She understood fair well what he meant, a smirk on her lips as she pressed said lips flush against his cock. She didn't open her mouth wide nor take him back into her mouth, instead sliding her hand rapidly along his pulsating cock, the tip throbbing against her pinkish lips and smearing pre-cum across them. Waiting. Wanting.
She got it. ''H-Haah!''
Milky ropes of cum erupted from the tip of his cock, shooting across her pinkish lips in thick, plentiful amounts. His orgasm was so powerful that his whole body shook and shuddered, more spurts of cum hitting her kissable lips and dribbling down her chin, some going higher and hitting her upper lip whilst some went wide and hit her cheek, dribbling south towards her jawline. Plenty trickled down over her chin too, a thick drip leaving her chin.
Then without giving him warning she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock inside. She sucked wet and hard, her tongue sliding over the sensitive tip and igniting his nerves, extracting a sharp shout of pleasure from him – more of his load shooting across her tongue or down her throat, all of it swallowed up by the sensual vixen.
''Hah, haah...'' The Commander panted heavily, his knees buckling before he steadied himself. ''W-Wow...''
Wet, cum-stained lips slid along his girth before popping off the tip with a soft gasp, allowing Kirov to catch her breath a bit – her tongue slipping out and licking away most of the cum on her face, her arm wiping off the rest. She smirked up at him and leaned in close, rubbing her cheek against his cock and kissing it, making him twitch against her lips.
''See? This is why you should just give into me.'' Kirov teased. ''I know when you're pent up, Comrade Commander~''
The Commander had no retort to that; too busy panting and gasping to formulate a comeback. Kirov didn't need one however; a saucy smirk curling at her lips when she found him still hard, even as a full minute passed. Thus with zero hesitation the cruiser turned around and pressed her appreciable rear flush against his cock, grinding her ass on his sensitive length.
''Hah!'' The Commander gasped. ''K-Kirov...''
''Hmhm, like that~?'' She cooed with a sexy expression, her eyes half-lidded. ''We don't have to stop quite yet, you know.''
He shivered at the prospect... and after a quick, needless glance at the clock, he grabbed her waist. Kirov's smirk broadened and she reached back, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slowly peeled them down, showing more of her curvy ass bit by bit until it was fully revealed, her stern pushing against his wet cock teasingly. Smooth and plump it was inviting as ever, not a mark nor blemish to be found on her pale skin.
Kirov released her shorts a second later, letting them fall to around her thighs. Her ass felt soft as it pressed against his rear, and when he daringly crept his hands around to her inner-thighs he could feel the warmth of her core – enticing him to cup her pussy with his right hand. She was wet.
''After being out in the cold so very long, Comrade Commander...'' Kirov whispered teasingly. ''...why not put 'it' in somewhere warm~?''
The Commander swallowed, and agreed. His right hand left her pussy and he grasped his cock with the same hand, his other hand grabbing her curvy ass and pushing her forth a tiny bit, allowing him to drag the tip of his cock down her rear until the tip was pressed against her slick entrance, her folds parting slightly for his girth.
Until he then pushed his cock inside. Searing wet heat clamped around his cock and they both moaned in unison, the incredible heat enticing him to push more of himself inside Kirov, inch after inch of his dick sliding inside until nearly his entire length was snugly embraced by her honeyed inner walls.
''Ohh~'' Kirov moaned sensually. ''Mm... big as always, Comrade Commander~''
He just groaned back, holding her hips and pulling her back against him, his sensitive cock throbbing within her pussy. They stayed like that for just a few moments, the shock of his cock entering her fast fading, and emboldening Kirov to start moving.
''Mm...'' Kirov breathed as she leaned forwards, his cock sliding halfway out before she pushed her ass back, impaling herself upon his dick.
The Commander shuddered, leaning back against the counter and letting her do the moving. Kirov did that gladly, a saucy smirk on her lips as she tilted her torso back, her hips doing all the work as she rocked back-and-forth. He went deeper and deeper until he pressed against her innermost parts but she didn't stop nor slow down, a slow string of moans escaping her kissable lips.
Lips that the Commander couldn't resist; leaning over her shoulder and kissing her. Kirov moaned into his mouth, smooching him back even as she continued to impale herself back on him, moving her hips faster. Their flesh began to smack together, her curvy ass jiggling lightly each time it impacted his pelvis, the repeated sensation coaxing out a moan from them both.
''Kirov...'' The Commander murmured against her lips, shifting his hands up her front – grabbing onto both of her breasts through her vest.
Kirov moaned at his bold touch, her ass clapping back against his pelvis each time she pushed herself back onto his cock. The feeling of her wet, searing insides engulfing his shaft and squeezing him so very tight left his already-weak knees shaking with pure pleasure, a throaty moan bubbling from his throat when she wiggled her rear when he was inside her, stirring him around her tight insides.
In response he bucked his hips forth, instantly coaxing out a deep moan from Kirov. She got the message though and resumed her back-and-forth movements, her breathing heavy enough that he felt her breasts heave into his hands, enticing him to buck his hips forth more, driving himself into her folds. Her boobs jiggled erotically as a result, only encouraging his action.
''Hah, ah!'' Kirov breathed out, eyes fluttering shut. ''Da, da...!''
The Commander gritted his teeth, groping her boobs one more time before shifting his hands down, holding onto her firm stomach for support instead. He plunged himself forth into her just as she shoved her ass back, his cock becoming buried in her snug warmth repeatedly. In the brief moments he spotted his cock leaving her sex he found it wet with her honey, the erotic sight only encouraging him to sheathe himself in her more passionately.
''Hah, yes...!'' Kirov gasped out – and then buckled forth. ''DA~!''
Her hot cry preluded the tight flesh that clenched around his cock, and in an instant the Commander blew his load within her slick inner walls. Ropes of semen splattered across her seizing insides, her tightness wringing more ropes of cum out of his pulsating cock – the tip of which punched up against her cervix and delivered his seed into her womb.
Soon his stamina ran dry, and with a grunt he held her flush back against him – both of them remaining still as he deposited the last of his load inside of her, both of their orgasms finally waning. Then with a mutual exhale they both slowly relaxed, the tension seeping from their frames.
The Commander took the chance to pull out, his cock leaving her folds with a soft wet pop. ''Hah...''
Kirov moaned slowly, stumbling forth a few steps to the other counter in front of her, leaning against it. Both were quiet, their heavy panting making it impossible to formulate words – though that didn't mean he couldn't check Kirov out, admiring her bottomless frame; her shorts having slipped and fallen down to her ankles and leaving nothing to hide her rear.
The cruiser then looked back at him, smirking. She twisted around so that her back was the the counter and then offered a hand – a hand that the Commander took, letting her pull him close. Once he was close enough she wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep, lip-mashing kiss, moaning into his mouth as she held onto him. From so close his cock pressed flush against her pelvis, the feeling adding to the moment.
''Mm...'' Kirov slowly hummed as their lips broke apart. ''Still eager for more, Comrade Commander~?''
He flushed, but didn't deny it. It was hard to calm down when a woman like Kirov was holding onto you, after all.
Smirking seductively at him Kirov reached down between their flushed bodies, grasping his cock. ''Let's do it like this for a change, da?''
''You sure?''
''Mm. Do it.''
The Commander obeyed; reaching between their bodies and grasping his cock, aiming it for her sex. Thanks to the slight height difference all he had to do was bend his knees slightly – before finally he could aim his cock right and slide inside of Kirov.
And perhaps because of the position or the sheer novelty of it, but she felt extra tight when he slid inside – coaxing out an instant groan from the Commander. He put his hands on the counter behind him and thrust his hips up, burying himself inside her and pressing his pelvis flush against hers, his dick snug within her womanhood.
''Ohh yes...'' Kirov moaned in pure bliss, one hand slipping up into his hair – and then whispered to him. ''Fuck me.''
The Commander did so with glee. He yanked his hips back until the tip nearly slipped out before ramming himself back inside, smacking their skin together and extracting a yelp of pleasure from Kirov – a yelp summarily muffled by a deep, searing kiss.
The cruiser shut her eyes and kissed him back a second later, moaning into his mouth as she melted into him. His cock entered painlessly, the mixed fluids slick along his cock letting him piston into Kirov's pussy with slippery ease, their flesh colliding with repeated wet smacks nearly every second. Her body jerked in tandem with his, the slow throbs of his cock making her tighten pleasurably.
''Hah, Kirov, oh god Kirov...'' The Commander muttered against her lips, his breathing hard and fast as he rammed himself inside of her.
''Mn... what is it, Comrade Commander?'' Kirov groaned the words out with a sexy flourish, her eyelids half-lidded sensually.
He answered in the form of a rough kiss, pounding her pussy with growing vigour. The fleshy smack of him entering her made Kirov cry out hotly, the sound only partially muffled by their mashing lips. It was a heated, messy thing; their lips together and parting in erratic intervals as they fought their instinct for air, getting off on the lip contact.
The position was made more erotic by the fact they were doing it in the kitchen, and with her lacking any bottom layers too – strangely made more lewd by the fact she was actually wearing a vest, rather than if she was just completely naked. As such he made no move to take her vest off, instead focusing on driving himself deep into her sopping pussy, the wet squelches of him stirring her sloppy insides up melting his mind.
''Hah, da... da...!'' Kirov broke off the kiss and threw her head back, pushing herself forth to meet his vigorous thrusts.
The tight wet flesh around his got grew tighter, the immense pressure pushing him closer to his limit, his breathing getting short and raspy. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, panting and gasping, his breathing hot against her flushed skin. In turn she grasped onto his head, moaning loudly into his ear as he gave her the fucking of a lifetime, their bodies smacking together intimately.
''C-Comrade... C-Commander!'' Kirov finally cried out.
A lance of fire shot up his cock, bringing with it a wave of tingling pleasure that sucked the air from his lungs – before with a sharp moan the Commander buried himself balls-deep inside Kirov and blew his load inside her pussy. Gushes of cum filled her as she came with him, her honey mixing with his semen-
-before he pulled his hips too far back and slipped out of her snug sex. The sudden absence of gripping flesh made him gasp, pushing himself against her pelvis and shooting several more ropes of cum up her pelvis and up her stomach. Feverishly the Commander grabbed his dick and jerked himself off rapidly, more of his cum splattering across her belly – before he shoved his dick back inside her folds, moaning as he shot the last of it back inside of her pussy.
''A-Ahh, ahh, haah...'' The heavy, rasping breaths of Kirov were accompanied by heaving motions of her chest. ''T-Too hot...''
Without missing a beat the cruiser fumbled with her vest, peeling it up over her head and throwing it blindly behind her, letting it land somewhere and uncaring if it hit something. He didn't mind either, his cock leaving her snug sex as he buried his face into her bust, moaning against her warm flesh and motor-boating her.
Kirov giggled, holding him to her chest and kissing his forehead messily. ''Satisfied now... Comrade Commander...?''
The Commander, too out of breath to reasonably respond, just nodded jerkily – leaning up and kissing her deeply on the lips, making her moan approvingly.
Only then, when their lips broke apart, did he dare then try to speak – only for another voice to cut them off.
''Uhh...''
Both the Commander and Kirov looked over... and found the door partly open, with the familiar face of Minsk in the doorway, wide-eyed and mouth open, her face crimson. In her hands was the groceries he had ordered, though the way her legs were pressed together foretold that she had lost herself in watching them, her shock the only thing keeping her holding the box.
''S... Should I come back later, or...?''
Kirov, breathless as she was, just grinned.
''Why not join us, Minsk?''
[END]