A/N: Victorious is quite lewd, you know~

Do enjoy~

Good Smashing Fun

Chapter 2: The Day After

The Commander wasn't usually one to be fidgety, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't squirming in his seat.

Last night being the primary reason.

'Gods I'm such an idiot...'

Even as the sun began to set, bathing his office in amber light, the Commander's thoughts turned towards the night beforehand. To pulling Victorious back to her room, to getting on top of her, to their hips moving and hands roaming; touching, groping, feeling. If he closed his eyes he could hear her moans and giggles, feel her heat clamp down on his cock, and remember the utter relief that rushed through him as he blew his load inside her.

He shuddered, simultaneously aroused and a little ashamed at how turned-on the memory made him. The morning right after had been just as chaotic, if only for him – he'd woken up first next to a naked Victorious and hurried to get his clothes on and leave before the blonde woke up and realise what had happened, narrowly avoiding getting caught by a passing Perseus by hiding in a closet before escaping the dorms proper.

Sighing at the memory the Commander spun in his chair, about to get up – had he not received a knock at the door.

''Hm?'' He tensed subtly. ''Come in?''

With a click of the handle the person on the other side obliged, pushing the door open – and to his surprise he found himself staring into the chipper eyes of Victorious. The blonde was dressed in her usual outfit, not a hair out of place and clearly having come back from a picnic judging by the smudge of some cake on the corner of her dress, hurriedly rubbed with a wet cloth and leaving a slight stain but little else. He glanced over that little detail and focused on the woman herself, watching silently as she shut the door behind herself... and locked it.

''Victorious?'' Only then did he speak, a bit nervous.

''Geez, relax. I'm just here to talk.'' The blonde held up her hands in mock-surrender, though the way her lips quirked up betrayed her amusement. ''Though given the way you reacted to me, I guess you remember last night too, huh?''

The Commander grimaced, leaning forwards onto his desk. ''Yeah... listen, sorry about that, I shouldn't have-''

''It's fine.''

''-let myself... wait, what?'' He paused, gazing at her in slight bewilderment. ''Just like that?''

''Well yeah, I'm the one that roped you into it.'' Victorious shrugged; utterly casual. ''So it's fine, don't worry about it.''

The Commander relaxed slightly, but Victorious wasn't done. ''I also spoke with Illustrious about it.''

''Ah.'' The fact he hadn't gone and told her yet probably wasn't a mark in his favour. Not that he'd wanted to keep it under wraps or anything, but it wasn't the sort of thing you broke to your significant other first thing in the morning.

Victorious seemed to read his thoughts as she smiled, wiggling her brows. ''Again, don't look so tense Commander; she understood and isn't mad at you – she even said she wouldn't mind if it happens again!''

''She... what?''

Victorious frowned, putting a finger to her lips. ''Hrn... I think her words were 'I know the Commander's a dependable person, so if it's with him, I'm fine with it. I'm content knowing you'll be in good hands.'. I think that's what she said!''

The Commander briefly wondered if Victorious was lying, or at least 'misremembering', but that did sound like something Illustrious would say – men weren't exactly common in their line of work, so if Victorious was going to get it on with anyone, he supposed it made sense Illustrious would want him to be her partner, whether as friends-with-benefits or something more. He pushed aside the thought, making a mental note to talk with Illustrious when he got back home. Regardless of what Victorious was or what she became, Illustrious would always be first and foremost in his heart, and he should remind her of that.

Pointedly he ignored the tiny voice in his mind suggesting a threesome with them both. It was tempting nonetheless.

''Still.'' He coughed into his hand, trying to act professional. ''We shouldn't make a habit of it, understood?''

''Eh~?'' Victorious pouted, crossing her arms under her ample bust and pushing it up – knowingly, most likely. ''But Illustrious said it's fine, so we could do it, y'know?''

''Even then, it's not something we should do so casually.''

The blonde replied by pulling the little sister card; smiling cheekily. ''Then I'll just ask Illustrious not to be lewd with you until you do it with me~''

The Commander pursed his lips, knowing full-well she had the gall to ask such a thing, and that Illustrious would likely go along with it – if only to tease him.

When he didn't respond Victorious sauntered closer, a distinct sway to her hips as she approached – and then leaned over his desk, caressing his cheek. Now that she wasn't black-out drunk he could appreciate the blonde's cheeky sensuality more, drawn in by how her fingertips grazed his cheekbone and trailed around to the back of his head, gently holding him and drawing him in close, making him lean in – until soon they kissed over his desk, the little bit of intimacy promising something much more spicy.

Shuddering the Commander drew back from the kiss first, staring at Victorious for a moment before gesturing to the space to his right – moving his chair back a little so she'd have room to stand. Grinning lightly Victorious obliged, sashaying around his desk until she stood before him, but rather than sit on his lap the blonde instead decided to give him a show. One that started with her stripping off the golden ropes just under her bust, her lips curving into a decidedly inviting smile as she kept moving her hips; swaying them side-to-side as she got them off.

The moment they were on the floor her hands were running over herself, sliding up her front and groping her own breasts. Victorious giggled, undoing the various latches on her dress one by one... and then all at once she peeled her flowing white dress off, letting it flutter to the floor around her ankles. Without it she was left stood in just her panties and stockings, the black material standing out against her creamy skin. No bra was present to cover her ample bust though; leaving her tits free to see and pushed up by an arm, her smile turning distinctly inviting.

''Commander~'' The blonde carrier then sung, tone cheery but eyes seductive.

The Commander shivered at the sight, leaning back into his chair as Victorious approached, his hands settling on her hips. She cooed and sensually turned around, presenting her shapely rear to him and enticing him to slide his hands down, copping a feel. Victorious giggled at that, peeking at him from over her shoulder and winking, unbothered by his increasingly-lustful touching. His hands were forced to move back to her hips though when the carrier eased herself down onto his lap, her hands grasping the arms of his chair.

Then with a cheeky hum Victorious started rolling her hips, grinding her ass against his crotch. The Commander groaned in arousal and ran his hands up to her breasts, shamelessly grabbing her large tits and squishing them between his fingers – his thumbs finding her nipples and rubbing them about as she practically gave him a lap-dance. She was good at it too; her hips moving smoothly and grinding her ass back against his distinct bulge, tempting the Commander to hurriedly reach down and unbuckle his belt, getting his pants down to his knees and allowing him to feel his cock rub between her cheeks, her panties smooth against his length.

''Fuck, Vicky...'' The Commander breathed, giving her butt a little smack.

Victorious giggled back, standing up for just a second before turning around to face him. Without breaking eye-contact the blonde lowered herself down to her knees, a touch smug as she pulled his pants and boxers down before shifting between his legs, her gaze finally coming to land on his cock. With pinkish cheeks the carrier curled her fingers around it, pumping it slowly and admiring his size, unheeding of the soft groan she coaxed out of his throat.

Then with little warning her lips touched the tip in a kiss. They were soft, gliding along the head before shifting slightly down his cock, kissing her way down before suddenly pressing her tongue against it and licking straight back up it, stroking a stiff moan from his throat. Giggling Victorious replied by nudging his thighs further apart, licking the tip repeatedly with quick side-to-side licks or swirling her tongue around the bulbous head, unheeding of how his dick twitched against her slippery tongue.

''Guh, Vicky... you're good at this...'' The Commander groaned out.

''Hm... better or worse than Illustrious~?'' Victorious teasingly asked.

''I'm not... mn, gonna answer that...''

Victorious conceded to that with a quiet snicker, responding by kissing the tip of his cock – then parting her lips, The head of his cock was engulfed by her mouth with aching slowness, the carrier taking her time sliding her lips down the head, soon pursing her lips just under it. She stayed where she was but that didn't mean she was idle; her tongue licking and lashing the tip of his dick relentlessly, forcing more stiff moans from this throat.

Settling his right hand on the back of her head the Commander pushed her down more – moaning in surprise when he met no resistance. Her head buried itself between his thighs and he couldn't even see his cock anymore, just a head of bright blonde hair present whilst his dick was resting upon a wet tongue, her blissfully-hot mouth surrounding his cock on all sides from tip to base. The intense sensation only became much more so when Victorious reared her head back, sucking up to the tip before willingly letting him shove her nose-first back into his crotch, her mouth stuffed with his dick.

''Mmph, slrp, slrp~'' Wet slurping sounds filled his office as Victorious seductively bobbed her head back-and-forth, the slow sucks dragging her lips along his cock.

Pursing his lips the Commander endured the blissful sensation, reaching down her front with his other hand and groping at her breasts – earning a muffled moan from Victorious. Her voice tickled his cock and only encouraged him to be rougher, his hand settling on the back of her head and pushing her down his cock more eagerly, getting off on the control aspect, of being able to fuck her mouth as he pleased.

Releasing her breast the Commander leaned back into his chair, resting his mouth against his fist to muffle his tight breaths; eyes screwing shut as he focused on bobbing her head onto his cock, her wet mouth engulfing his length. Throbs of pleasure travelled up it, raw and intense as she sucked them up his dick and left him craving a release, the pressure in his dick becoming more potent by the second. Yet the arousing wetness, the slippery sucks and lascivious licks, all of it left him wanting this moment to carry on forever.

''F-Fuck...'' The Commander swore under his breath, shudders of pleasure travelling through him. ''Y-You're really good at giving blow-jobs...''

Victorious made a sound that was probably a 'thanks!', the chirp muffled by the cock in her mouth. Making sure she remembered that – as if she even needed reminding – the Commander started pushing the blonde down more actively, gritting his teeth as he made her blow him faster. The wet sounds that escaped her mouth, from sucks to grunts to gags, only fuelled the heat building in the base of his cock; said heat spreading up his length and forming an addictive pressure made all the more inviting when she grabbed his balls and started squeezing them, as if trying to wring his load out of him.

He tried to hold on, he really did, but she was too good. Every suck, lick, breath – the ensemble of lewd sensations withered away at his self-restraint, his cock throbbing against her tongue as she left his dick sticky with spit and swollen with want. His breathing hastened, his grip on her head tightened and his other hand soon joined it; pulling her head into his crotch with every hurried jerk of his wrists.

Until at last, he couldn't take it. ''S-Shit!''

Cum erupted from his cock, splattering against her tongue or going down Victorious's throat – right up until he yanked her all the way into his crotch, spearing partway down her throat. Rope after rope of heat went straight down it, bypassing her tongue entirely as he came down her gullet, his hips jerking forth and pushing his pelvis against her nose as he emptied his balls in her mouth, the rush of adrenaline it shot through him leaving him moaning.

Until with a softer hiss he relaxed; loosening his hands and allowing Victorious to pull her head back with a gasp; gulping in some much-needed breaths. He let her, leaning back into his seat and still reeling from the force of his climax; pleasure tingling down his length and leaving him shuddering in the aftermath, the sheer intensity of his orgasm still leaving shakes travelling through him.

Movement thought made him look down, and lust reignited itself inside him as Victorious stood up, baring her body to him and pulling her underwear off with a casual tug, unabashed as he looked her over from head to toe.

''Like what you see?'' Victorious playfully asked.

''Yep.'' Was his oh-so-eloquent answer, grabbing her hips.

Victorious cooed; not resisting as he pulled her onto his lap and made her straddle him. It took just a few moments to get themselves comfortable, her legs hanging off the chair as she positioned herself above his length, one hand grasping the arm of the chair to keep herself upright whilst her other guided his still-erect cock to her womanhood, the tip grazing along her folds – and a moan of pure relief expelled itself from her lips as she sunk down onto his cock, his shaft sinking easily into her.

She was already wet, he realised in the back of his mind – glistening fluid on her left fingers betraying why. She'd gotten off whilst blowing him. Shuddering at the thought the Commander settled his hands on her waist and helped her move, lifting her up easier and pulling her back down more firmly, stuffing his cock inside the carrier. Victorious responded by looping her arms around his shoulders and pushing her body flush against his own, her sweet moan muffled as she mashed her lips against his.

''Mn, ah...'' Shifting one hand down to her ass he lifted her up a little more; bouncing her onto his cock.

However his lust craved more; tempting him to hold her ass with both hands – and with little warning stand up. Victorious's surprised yelp was devoured by a kiss; melting the sound into a low moan as he carried her over to the nearest wall and pushed her against it, still thrusting into her all the while – driving his cock nice and deep into her honeypot. The sound of clapping flesh echoed off of the walls as he moved, his cock coming out glistening-wet before he promptly slammed it back inside, his hands shifting up to the underside of her knees and holding her that way, her legs nearly lifted up to her shoulders as he mating-pressed her into the wall.

Victorious told him how she felt about that, a hot cry fleeing her lips in the split-second before he kissed her again; devouring the lewd sound. He kept up the pace, pounding her pussy and shuddering as she ran her hands all over him, touching him from his chest to his nape to his hair, sliding her fingers through the latter and keeping the kiss going. Their heads tilted slightly, spicing the kiss up and breaking off long enough to get a breath before immediately reconnecting their lips, both of them groaning into it when he hit a sweet spot inside her; making her tighten up around his cock.

''A-Ahh, Commander...'' Victorious moaned against his lips, eyes half-lidded with lust. ''Don't stop.''

''Didn't plan to.'' He countered with a grunt, bucking his hips harsher.

A whimpering mewl answered him; her arms wrapping around his back and pulling his torso flush against her own, letting him feel her ample breasts squish against his chest. Groaning in response the Commander kept up the roughish pace, his lips finding hers and drawing out the inevitable kiss that ensued, his focus shifting to the slippery vice that clamped down on his pulsating cock, pleasure surging up his length.

It felt too good, whether thanks to the warm-up blow-job or just how wild he could be, he didn't know. Unlike with Illustrious he didn't have to care about feelings, about having to be mindful about how she liked it – Victorious wanted it rough and didn't care how he did it so long as his dick went in her. The thought propelled his hips, the tempo of smacking skin ringing louder as he absolutely ploughed the blonde carrier, her back arching and pressing her chest against his own as she squealed.

Sensitivity spiked up his length, amplified as her walls clamped down on him, hot and tight and begging for a load. He growled at that, maintaining the rapid pace even as his muscles burned from the constant movement, lust surging up his cock as he railed her, pressure building-

''Comm- a-AH~!''

-when Victorious broke off the kiss with a ecstatic squeal. Her inner walls clamped down on him in an instant, the pressure tight and oppressive – and with a moan the Commander slammed into her sex and busted a load inside her. It felt so good he lost himself in the sensation, waves of lust washing over him accompanied by pure relief, her tightness squeezing him dry. The moment seemed to last forever; waning only slightly as the seconds ticked by, his spent load leaking around his shaft.

Exhaling a heavy breath the Commander wasted no time in pulling out, his dick escaping her nether lips with a wet-sounding pop, allowing a trickle of white to start leaking out. Victorious moaned shakily at the feeling, her legs quaking underneath herself when he set her down – holding her shoulders to make sure she didn't fall. Victorious flashed him a slight smile of thanks, one that grew cheeky when she noticed him peeking at her chest. She pushed it up with an arm and shook her torso a little, making them jiggle for his entertainment.

''Fuck you're hot.'' He growled in a moment of lust.

Victorious's smile widened at that. ''Hehe~ I do like it when you say things like that~''

The playful coo was accompanied by a hand to his cheek – tempting him to grab her wrist and yank her closer, pulling her into a messy kiss. His other hand ended on her ass and smacked it, coaxing a pleased whine from the carrier; both of them dragging the kiss out for several lust-filled seconds before the need to breathe forced them apart once more. The moment they parted Victorious extradited herself from his hold, her brows wiggling as she passed him and pushed herself up against his desk... and then bent over.

''Do you like it when I do this, Commander~?'' Victorious cooed.

He gave her ass another firm smack. ''You bet I do.''

Giggling sheepishly Victorious wiggled her butt, tempting him to get behind her – his dick hard after such a display. Taking advantage of that fact the Commander lined himself up with her dripping-wet entrance, the dribble of white cum like a target, guiding him in. A tense sigh fled his lips as he sunk inside her, inch after inch prying her vaginal walls apart until he was balls-deep in her once more, intimately aware of how her insides clamped down on him.

Considering how wet she was and how downright horny he was the Commander didn't hesitate to grab her hips, pull partway out – and then slam right back into her drooling snatch. Victorious yelped in surprise, her body relaxing the next moment even as he plunged back into her; moans fluttering off of her tongue as he fell into a quick, roughish rhythm; driving himself balls-deep into the carrier with every buck of his waist.

''Ah~! That's it Commander, r-ravage me- ee~!''

Victorious squealed as he did just that; planting his palms on either side of her and slamming into her with sudden roughness, clapping her ass with every powerful thrust. The edge of his desk dug into her waist and her torso was bent forwards over the wood, breasts bouncing with every thunderous thrust of his hips. Taking things further Victorious bent her legs at the knees and lifted her feet off of the carpet, the feeling weightlessness only arousing the carrier further; her walls clamping tightly on his cock.

Growling the Commander reached up and grabbed her right tit, manhandling her large breast and burying his face into her nape, kissing and nipping at her flesh. She whimpered, bowing her head and letting her voice out shamelessly, apparently unconcerned with the risk of passing by and realising she was being bent over his desk and fucked raw. The lewd squelches that escaped her pussy when he slammed into her only hinted further at what they were doing, arousing both of them more with the risk.

''Oh! Ah! Myn- hya~!'' No small number of noises were fucked from her lips, his hands shifting back down to her waist before going to her shoulders – pawing all over her body as he kept ramming into her from behind.

That was until they got a knock at the door. ''Commander? What's going on in there?''

Formidable.

''Busy!'' The Commander raised his voice to be heard – grunting when Victorious tightened around her.

There was a moment of silence on Formidable's end, punctuated by incriminating smacks of flesh and whorish moans from Victorious, before she soon spoke. ''...does Illustrious know of this?''

''Y-Yep!'' Victorious managed to get out – moaning much louder when he smacked her ass. ''C-Commander, not like that~ People will see the marks~''

Another spank made her squeak. ''Good. Let them know you got a spanking for being so lewd.''

Victorious pouted back up at him, lasting all of a few seconds before he leaned down and gave her a rough over-the-shoulder kiss, devouring her moan. She put her feet back on the ground and started pushing her ass back towards him, taking his cock deep inside her even as he picked up the pace, pounding her with guttural grunts of exertion. Even then the Commander was half-listening to Formidable, waiting for the carrier to say something as he railed her sister; only a door between them.

She soon did. ''I uh... I'll excuse myself...''

He grunted, pushing the thought of her from his mind and refocusing fully on Victorious – grabbing her shoulders and pinning her down against the desk. Her ample chest squished against it, a pen rolling off the desk and the edge lifting off the floor only to thud back down against the floor; the repeated noise ringing their ears as he clapped her ass, his pace unrelenting. Pressure accelerated its way up his cock at the same time, raw and intense and ever so inviting-

-until with a shout he slammed inside, shot a spurt – and then pulled out and came up her back. Victorious squealed, legs giving out under her and collapsing against his desk, presenting an easy target for him. Ropes of white fluid arced up her back and hit her shoulder blades and nape, each following spurt shorter than the last and hitting her lower back, then only reaching her ass – ending when the Commander stuck his dick back inside her and went balls-deep, groaning as he emptied the rest of his load inside her innermost parts.

''Fuck...'' The Commander breathed, giving her ass a lighter smack for good measure. Her near-masochistic moan told of how she liked that. ''You better hope Formidable doesn't spread word of this, or I'll have to punish you more...''

''You make it sound... like a bad thing, eheh~''

Another spank made her squeak, and a throat-grab followed by a kiss left her moaning with lust; blue eyes full of want.

He gladly gave her it, taking her on the floor right then and there and leaving Victorious with a limp.

And leaving Formidable with many embarrassing thoughts in her head, both unaware of the carrier standing outside the doors, still listening with a rosy blush.

[END]