A/N: I think this is the first cheating fic I've done, or at least for Azur Lane anyway. Or should it be quasi-cheating? Who know~

Do enjoy~

Smashing Good Fun

Chapter 1: The Party

The Commander was no stranger to parties.

It came with the job, really. Parties with HQ and mingling with politicians, partying with his subordinates as they celebrated one victory or another, partying with his subordinates again but in a less formal sense – the list went on and on and, as such, he'd gotten somewhat used to them.

What he hadn't was uninhibited access to alcohol. He wasn't an alcoholic, far from it, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't have problems stopping himself from chugging back one too many glasses of wine. Given his seniority few bothered to stop him – he could overrule them anyway, and he was a coherent sort of drunk, if a bit less... restrained with his desires. It was ironically that lack of restraint that led to him and Illustrious getting married, so many moons ago, after she'd let him lay on her lap outside the party following an onset of dizziness.

Turns out all it took was one intimate conversation to spark a fire, and just a couple of weeks for that fire to blossom into a blaze in their hearts.

The Commander consciously kept Illustrious in his mind as he stumbled through the great hall, a glass of strong wine in his right hand that he soon drunk. Around him his many subordinates chatted away, some stopping to give him a passing greeting before he carried on his merry way. He returned them as he went, no real destination in mind and just soaking in the warm, fun atmosphere... and his subordinates.

He was married to Illustrious, lovingly so, but he'd be lying if he said he could keep his hands to himself. Never anything untoward nor close to infidelity, but he wasn't entirely placid. His more flirtatious subordinates took advantage of that 'weakness'. Some leaned forwards more than necessary, giving him a view down their dress with a knowing smile, teasing him. Others sat on his lap and 'shifted to get comfortable', apparently unaware of the rock-hard erection that poked them in the butt. Others invited him over to their rooms for some video games, getting casually undressed right in front of him, knowing he wouldn't make a move but relishing the attention he gave them.

And here, surrounded on all sides by his subordinates clad in tight-fitting dresses and smart outfits, he had no shortage of things to peek at. Albacore's underwear when she lifted her skirt up to reveal some sneakily-hidden firecrackers. Bismarck's cleavage as she brushed her blonde locks aside. Jean Bart's back as she arched it. Some of them did it knowingly as he passed, others unintentionally, but he admired it all the same – resisting the urge to stare and instead just taking quick glances.

'Guh... I need some fresh air.'

As the thought struck him the Commander took a right, walking around a group of cruisers and bidding them a good evening as he passed, making his way out onto the balcony. As expected it was populated with others who craved some fresh air, small groups and cliques formed around the C-shaped balcony. There was a few spots near the railing that weren't occupied and he was about to go over and rest there, had laughter not drawn his attention.

Namely to Victorious. The blonde woman – Illustrious's younger sister, in essence – had always been a pretty woman, but now more than ever that fact was apparent to him. The dress she'd picked out wasn't too dissimilar to her usual outfit; white and showing a lot of chest and thigh, but it was the more fanciful pattern that made it seem like a proper dress. The pelvic curtain trailed all the way down to her ankles and black stockings hugged her long, creamy legs, his gaze tracing them even as he approached, noticing she was talking with Tirpitz.

And as he drew close, focusing more on her face, he realised she was smashed. Her face was scarlet, she was giggling every other word, she was leaning on the railing not out of relaxation but because it was the only thing keeping her upright – he didn't doubt if he gave her a pillow she'd be out like a light.

That alone pushed back some of his own inebriation, some sense of duty giving him coherency. ''Victorious, Tirpitz. Good to see you.''

''Hm? Ah. Commander.'' Tirpitz raised her champagne glass in greeting. ''Are you well?''

''Bit tipsy.''

''I can tell.'' She remarked with a flat tone, giving him a once-over before shaking her head. ''This happens every time. Surely by now you realise you can't handle alcohol?''

''Oh I can handle alcohol. Just get drunk easily.'' He cheekily responded, earning a giggle from Victorious and an eye-roll from Tirpitz. ''Anyway, Vicky...''

''Yes~?'' The carrier chirped.

He just smiled wryly back. ''You looked hammered.''

''Eh~?'' Victorious pouted. He hadn't realised she looked so cute when doing that. ''I'm perfectly fin- w-wuah!''

The carrier made the mistake of trying to stumble over to him; her legs weak under her and making her fall had Tirpitz not swooped in and caught the other woman with one hand. ''Idiot. Listen to him.''

''Ehehe, thanks Tirpy~'' Victorious leaned over to give the Ironblood woman a kiss.

Tirpitz deadpanned, and let her go. Victorious fell flat on her front with a yelp.

The Commander chuckled, carefully controlling his own balance and pulling Victorious up by the arms. The blonde woman wasn't heavy by any means but she wasn't light either, and he didn't have the benefit of superhuman strength like a Ship-Girl did. Whether or not Victorious remembered that he didn't know, but the carrier at least made an effort to keep her feet under herself, giggling senselessly as she leaned against his chest.

''Where's Illustrious?'' The Commander managed to ask, looking over Victorious's head of blonde hair and at Tirpitz.

To that, the Ironblood woman merely shrugged. ''I can't says I've seen her. My apologies.''

''It's fine.'' He dismissed without much problem. ''If you see her tell her I'm taking Victorious back to the dorms, that she's drunk.''

''Ah'm not drunk~'' The slur to Victorious's words were proof enough.

Tirpitz looked vaguely amused. ''I'll be sure to tell her.''

''Thanks.''

With a light wave the Commander retreated from the balcony with Victorious in his arms, heading for the dorms.

X-x-X

Normally the walk to the dorms would only take about five, maybe ten minutes, but with a drunk Victorious in his arms it easily took fifteen.

That didn't bother the Commander; the cool night air gave him some much-needed clarity, easing off his inebriation somewhat. Victorious didn't share the same sentiment; she was giggling and mumbling through the whole journey, a smile rarely leaving her face and, while her hair was a bit of a mess, he had to admit she looked hot when she threw it over one shoulder and winked up at him.

Pushing that thought from his mind the Commander escorted Victorious inside the dormitory building. It was empty, expectedly, leaving nobody to interfere as he escorted her all the way up to the third floor where her room was – withdrawing his master key and seamlessly unlocking her door. Victorious hummed a little, managing to stand now that she could lean on the door-frame and giving him a cute smile as he took her hand, leading her inside. Her room was fairly big but it was the pale white walls and light blue floor that made it feel truly grand; giving it an openness complimented by the tall windows and lack of much furniture.

''So, do you want some water or- oof!''

Faster than he expected Victorious lunged at him, pushing him down onto her bed. The Commander grunted, briefly distracted by the softness of the yellow quilt before he refocused on Victorious herself, only then noticing that their noses were inches apart. She giggled down at him, leaning in for a kiss – and would've gotten one had he not covered her mouth. Didn't stop her from kissing his palm though.

''Vicky, you're drunk.'' He stated the obvious.

''Mmhm~'' The blonde didn't sound all that discouraged, leaning up on her elbows and grinning cheekily at him. ''And so are you~''

He didn't contest that point, more than a little curious now. The air was quiet, their own breathing sounding so loud, and thanks to their position he got a good view of her bust. Victorious noticed that and licked her lips, clearly trying to act seductive despite her hammered state and leaning back slightly – straddling his waist but not doing more than that. Instead her hands went to her dress... and she started to strip.

In the back of his mind the Commander reasoned he should stop her, but he didn't. Instead he just laid there, slowly shifting both hands behind his back and resting against them, watching as Victorious stripped one bit of cloth off after another. Golden ribbons came undone and her white dress was pulled off haphazardly, falling onto the bed to his left, but his gaze was fully on Victorious. It perhaps only occurred to him then that she wasn't wearing a bra beneath her dress; leaving nothing to hide her large, plump breasts tipped with pink nipples, the darkness doing little to disguise them.

''Commander~'' Clad now only in a pair of black high-leg panties and her stockings she struck a sexy figure, even when she looked two minutes from passing out.

The Commander cocked his head a little to the side, feigning innocence. ''Not that I don't like the view, but mind telling me why you just took your clothes off?''

Victorious made an exasperated sound from the back of her throat. ''Don't play dumb, Commander~''

There was a slight whine to her voice; not quite need but certainly a want. ''I'm married to Illustrious.''

''And I'm her sister.''

''I think that makes it worse, not better.''

Victorious just wiggled her brows and pushed her boobs together. The Commander didn't even try to not look. ''She doesn't need to know~''

''She will.'' He grabbed her ass, squeezing it, but made no move to do more. ''I won't lie to her.''

''And will she be mad at you?''

The Commander paused to consider that. Thinking was hard, alcohol fuzzing up his thoughts and hampered further by the topless woman straddling him, but he managed. ''...no. Though she'll probably make me sleep on the couch and give you chores for a month.''

''I'm willing to do that for a night with you.'' There was a slight undertone to her words that he couldn't perceive. Lust, affection? Or was it something deeper, more needy?

The Commander decided he didn't need to know. Sliding his hands up he cupped her breasts from below, shamelessly groping his wife's sister and relishing the mewl he squeezed out of Victorious. They felt just as big as they looked, far too big to fit into his hands, though not for a lack of him trying. His thumbs and index fingers slid over her nipples repeatedly, flicking them slightly before he went back to groping her, his gaze roaming over her near-naked self.

Victorious took that as a sign to lean down. He let her, getting one elbow under him and moving his other hand to her nape – pulling the blonde into a kiss. Her lips felt so much like Illustrious's that he could almost confuse the two, but it was Victorious's soft, delighted mewl that distinguished them the most. Without loosening his hold on her he rolled them over, leaving her the one pinned under him, his hands shifting to the sheets to support his weight as he leaned back.

It was hard to resist the lust rising within him. Chasing away any thoughts the Commander let his body do the talking; shifting his hands down to her waist and pulling her black panties down them. Victorious smiled up at him, eager as she raised her long legs and let him take her underwear off – a soft, aroused coo escaping her when he spread her legs open and laid down between her legs. His middle finger touched her lips, probing, and a moment later he pushed that same digit inside her – fingering a little moan from her lips.

''A-Ahh~'' Victorious tipped her head back, her toes curling.

The Commander put his tongue to work as well, dragging it over her sex even as he finger-fucked her, easily coaxing a mewl from Victorious. So she was the vocal type. He filed that information away almost idly, gazing up at her as he added a second finger and started thrusting them into her womanhood more firmly, feeling her heat press down on his digits as he moved them. His nose brushed against her pelvis as his tongue lashed at her sex more, dragging over her clit and making her toes curl, her breathing becoming tight.

Up until the tip of his tongue teased the little nub directly. An aroused moan answered him, sweet and shivering; encouraging him to pump his fingers into her more rhythmically, sliding between her folds and into her clenching heat. He wiggled his fingers about as he did so, relishing all the little sounds he coaxed out of Victorious, the drunk carrier slurring her words and fumbling with her right hand before it eventually settled on the top of his head, pushing his face into her crotch.

He took the hint, leaning down, pulling his fingers out – and then put his tongue to work. A hot, whimpering moan answered him as his tongue lavished her pussy with a slew of hungry licks, his tongue slithering over her slit before teasing her entrance, wiggling side-to-side in short, fast movements and easily coaxing moans from Victorious's lips.

''A-Ahh... Commander~'' She whined, legs shifting across the bed.

The Commander peered up at her, holding her gaze as he tongue-fucked her, watching how red her face became within moments. He moved his hands onto her thighs and spread them open more, getting a taste for her pussy and brushing his nose over her clit; deliberately shaking his head side-to-side a little to tease it. She moaned, the sound tight and laboured, yet one that begged for even more pleasure.

He gave her it, letting his eyes shut and focusing on going down on her. His fingers sunk into her thighs and groped them almost idly as he did so, moving his tongue now in lustful swirls that coaxed gasps and mewls from the carrier's lips, her back aching and her fingers raking through the sheets in search of something to grip onto, her other hand still on the back of his head and keeping his face flush against her nether regions.

Up until she curled her digits into his hair and tugged him up. ''Commander, I can't wait~''

The way Victorious pouted at him, struggling to hold the expression when she was breathing so heavily, endeared him more than he wanted to admit. Without saying a word he shuffled up onto his knees, stumbling slightly in his own inebriated state, but he pushed down the slight dizziness tilting his vision and got into position between her legs. Victorious reached down and fumbled with his belt for him, tugging and yanking – ending up snapping the buckle when she used too much strength.

Neither of them commented on it though. Lust he didn't know he'd been holding back coursed through him, hot and wanting, enticing him to undo the button on his pants and shove them down post-haste. The moment they were around his knees he shoved his boxers down with them, laying down atop Victorious and earning a tipsy giggle from the blonde, her smile just as inviting as the look in her eyes.

''Come on, Commander~'' Victorious tried to sing, but it came out more like a slurred hum. ''Put it in and f-fuck me.''

There was a slight stutter, whatever semblance of regality she was holding onto now thoroughly forgotten in favour of unbridled lust – a change the Commander couldn't say he disliked. With blood pounding in his ears he took his cock in hand and lined himself up with her entrance, gently thrusting himself forth and hissing as he rubbed along her wet pussy lips, not quite entering her. He tried again, but he was a bit too drunk to do it with any sort of grace, missing the hole again.

Victorious giggled at him. ''Need a helping ha- a- ohh~''

His cock got in on the third time. With a single slow, smooth thrust the Commander buried his cock inside the blonde carrier, a wave of pleasure washing over him as he felt her walls clamp down on him. She was hot, ungodly so, her heat pressing down on him like a vice but slippery enough that he could still move. Something he exploited gladly, groaning under his breath as he kept rocking his waist and pumping between her nether lips, his pelvis bumping against her own with quiet slaps of flesh.

When Victorious didn't protest the Commander kept going, his left hand supporting his weight whilst his right landed over her left breast, groping it. She moaned, head lolling to one side as she peered up at him, smiling stupidly in her drunken state and reaching out with one hand, tickling his cheek with her slender fingers. Sensing what she wanted the Commander leaned down, lips brushing against her own before connecting in a roughish kiss, one made messy by their drunken states.

''Mmph~'' Weaving her fingers through his hair she ran her other hand down his front, undoing the buttons of his shirt.

Feeling a bit hot and bothered the Commander did so as well, leaning back upright and stripping his shirt off swiftly – tossing it behind him. Victorious cooed in delight, eyes roaming over his naked chest until hands on her hips made her look down; right as he started to pound her proper. A squeal fled her lips before she covered them, the sound contained behind her palm as he ploughed her raw into the sheets, his shaft seamlessly sliding between her gripping walls.

Though that didn't mean she wasn't tight, far from it. In the back of his mind the Commander wondered if this had been her first time but couldn't find the air to speak; grunts and groans spilling freely from his lips as he went balls-deep in Victorious, the raw clapping of flesh ringing through the bedroom. He lifted her waist slightly off of the bed too to get a better angle, his cock fully engulfed by her searing walls and fucking no small number of moans out of her.

''Fuck...'' The Commander groaned, tipping his head back on reflex as he pounded her. ''I wanna bust inside you...''

''Mm, do it~'' Victorious mewled.

Part of him rationalised he shouldn't, but he couldn't quite remember why – and with a groan he just sped up instead, clapping her flesh with every vigorous thrust. Her womanhood clamped down on his cock, her walls hot and oppressive and sending waves of bliss roiling through him. Warmth throbbed up his cock, amplified when he slammed into her harder, the mere act of jamming himself into her tight hole giving him a pleasure he hadn't felt in ages; primal and vigorous in nature.

And then suddenly Victorious tightened. She pulled the bed sheets into her face, squealing, and he felt wetness squirt against his pelvis – but he didn't stop. Couldn't. Carnal pleasure hastened his hips and he kept slamming into her slippery pussy, watching her stomach grow taut and her back lift off of the bed, her legs wrapping around his waist-

-and with a deep, relieved moan he blew his load inside her. His muscles tightened and relaxed at just the right moments, allowing thick spurts of semen to splatter inside Victorious – the pleasure accentuated when he bucked his hips several times, pressing his pelvis against hers as firmly as possible, making sure there was no risk he'd slip out of her hot, snug vice. He could feel her insides clenching down on him even as he came, practically squeezing the cum out of him and leaving the Commander groaning throatily.

''Ahh...''

Until soon the pleasure slowed down to a simmer, giving him a moment to finally breathe. His own heavy breathing was joined by Victorious's, the two of them laid there in breathless bliss. It took a long minute for the Commander to come down from his high, blinking away the spots in his vision and rocking his hips back – groaning as he felt her walls cling to his cock, begging him not to pull out. He did so regardless, tracing her legs as they flopped limply on either side of her

With a mewl Victorious moved onto her side, panting and staring at nothing in particular. The Commander however was staring straight at her ass, tracing her curves even in the dark; the little bit of light from the moon enough to make out her shapely behind. Whether out of sheer lust or a lack of inhibitions he grabbed it, earning a sound of surprise from Victorious – one that melted into a mewl when he groped her butt.

''Mm, Commander... wanna do it again?'' The blonde managed to lift her head and give him a silly smile; the smile made all the more lewd when she raised her leg, revealing her glistening pussy lips.

The Commander merely growled playfully back, shifting onto the bed behind her. It took a minute of fumbling about until they were in the right position, one hand dragging the head of his cock along her puffy lips – and a mutual moan escaped them as he pushed inside Victorious. Without reservation the Commander pushed all the way in, fitting himself as deeply as he could inside her.

Then right off the bat he started to move. Dragging half his cock out, slamming himself back inside, her moved with sudden but not unwanted vigour – fucking a delighted moan out of Victorious's lips. The door was still open, allowing the sound to carry out into the hallway, but neither bothered to get up and shut it since the dorms were empty regardless. The risk of someone returning early though and overhearing added an extra layer of spice to their dirty act, coaxing a groan up from the Commander's throat as he kept pistoning into her honeypot.

''Myn, mm, ah~''

Victorious's moans were interspersed by the sounds of smacking flesh; the sound almost-rhythmic as he pounded her pussy. His cock glistened in the dim light with their mixed fluids as he pistoned into her, some of his cum spilling out of her from his thrusts but just making room for the next load he was undoubtedly going to pour inside her – the lewd thought hurrying his thrusts, the tempo increasing as did Victorious's moans.

''God you're so hot.'' The Commander grunted out; burying his face into her nape and inhaling her scent.

Victorious giggled back. ''Mm, t-thank- ahn~''

The moan that tumbled from her lips enticed him to lean in over her shoulder, her own head lolling back to meet his – allowing their lips to mash together in a kiss. Victorious moaned into it, her inner walls clamping down on his cock even as he kept spearing it into her quivering womanhood. He could feel his seed in her, mixing with her juices and clinging to his cock in a sticky mess, the lewd feeling only hastening his thrusts that little bit more.

His hands weren't idle either. His left grabbed onto her soft thigh and held her leg up as he pounded her whilst his right dove under her, squeezing between her ribs and the sheets just so he could grab her breast, fondling her as he ploughed her pussy. Victorious moaned lewdly at the feeling, her voice slurred with drunkenness but the pleasure she felt was undeniable. Even in her drunken state her muscles still clenched tight around him, the friction driving more grunts from his own lips and melting his mind, naught but pleasure coursing through his veins.

His stamina however was running out fast; his orgasm racing to the forefront of his mind. His muscles all tensed against his will, the urge to blow another load inside Victorious overwhelming his urge to keep fucking her, hastening heat up to the tip of his dick-

''Vic- guh!''

-until with a short, tight groan he came inside her again. The feeling was enough to push Victorious over the edge, her own sweet cry filling the dormitory building and her walls clamping down on his length, wringing out rope after rope of white heat from him. He tried to keep thrusting but his stamina waned, leaving him balls-deep in his wife's sister as he filled her up with dollops of molten baby-batter, the risk and implications totally lost on the two of them.

''Ugh...'' Muscles weakening the Commander pushed against Victorious, panting heavily. ''Fuck... you feel good...''

A drunken giggle answered him and Victorious tried to kiss him but missed, smooching his neck instead. The sensation elicited a shiver from the Commander and he hummed, pulling out and rolling over onto his back – left panting from the force of his orgasm.

For what felt like a small eternity they laid like that, sprawled across the sheets and the room spinning slightly; broken only when the Commander spoke.

''So uh... should we uh...'' Words became hard to form and he looked over at Victorious... only to realise that the blonde had fallen asleep, a stupid smile glued to her face. ''...eh, maybe in... the morning...''

Rolling onto his side the Commander cuddled up to the naked carrier, her warmth lulling him into a daze – and within seconds he was out like a light.

[END]