A/N: Murmy is lovely~ And yes, the title is referring to Netflix and Chill, heh.
Do enjoy~
Shipflix and Chill
''Commander, do you want to watch some movies with me tonight~?''
That was the request that the Commander received mid-way through his work day, sat behind his desk scribbling away when Murmansk came to visit. It wasn't unusual to see the Northern Parliament woman about; she was a friendly face that often came by to drop off a piece of fruit for him to keep him going through the day or just to perk up his spirits. Even his ever-stern secretary Kaga couldn't find it in her to turn the chipper girl away... mostly because Murmansk would just dance around Kaga's requests to leave, and the carrier knew better than to kick someone out of his office without his orders. In that regard, she'd mellowed out somewhat under his command.
The offer Murmansk presented, however, piqued his interest. He'd been meaning to spend more time with his subordinates, and without thinking he'd agreed with smile and all. It was only after he agreed that Murmansk let him know that she didn't mean a group movie night or anything; it would just be the two of them chilling on her bed watching TV. The idea embarrassed him and drew a glance from Kaga, but he didn't see anything wrong with it and agreed all the same, much to Murmansk's delight.
''Hm... this is her room, isn't it...?''
That was how the Commander found himself in the Ship-Girl dorms, slowing every so often to greet one of his subordinates, many on their way to bed given the late hour – just past nine at night, the sky outside pitch-black and the air chilly when it crept through ajar windows or miniscule cracks in the window frames. Being a more recent resident to the base Murmansk resided up on the third floor of the dormitory, close to the stairs but a healthy distance from others, presumably for the added privacy.
Approaching her door he rapped his knuckles upon it, hearing what sounded like a TV program on inside – when the sound paused, and he heard feathery-light footsteps hurry over. A lock audibly rattled open and the handle bent down, allowing the door to swing open-
-and the Commander's breath caught in his throat as Murmansk stepped into view, a bright smile lighting up her pale face. Gone was her puffy and thick clothing and instead all that covered her curvaceous body was a thin, partially-translucent white nightgown that left her pale legs bare to his gaze, from her slender feet to her thick thighs. The low cut of the nightgown left plenty of cleavage on display, his gaze lingering on her breasts before he hurriedly looked back up into her mismatched eyes. She smiled a tiny bit wider, but said nothing.
''You came~'' With a merry smile Murmansk stepped aside. ''Come in, come in~''
The Commander obliged. ''Thanks... uh, I forgot to bring snacks. Sorry.''
''It's fine~'' Unphased Murmansk shut the door behind him, gesturing to her bed. ''I had some in stock just for tonight~''
Taking his eyes off Murmansk the Commander swept the room, finding it much different than most other dorm rooms. The roughly-cubical shape remained the same, but the floor was layered with a thick blue carpet, the furniture was of a darker pine, the bed was a wide double and numerous bits of memorabilia dotted the shelving units near her bed. Bowls of snacks rested upon said bed, arranged in a semi-circle so precise he suspected she had deliberately arranged them as such; the level of care Murmansk put into it endearing him.
''Have a seat~'' Cheerfully Murmansk wrapped an arm around his, guiding him over to her bed.
Chuckling sheepishly the Commander complied, slowing only long enough to take off his shoes before climbing onto her wide bed, the quilt soft and thick beneath him. Murmansk joined him with a cheery smile, moving some of the bowls so she could grab the remote and turn the TV off of the cartoon she'd been watching and onto Shipflix, the popular streaming platform designed for the Ship-Girls.
''Hm... anything you want to watch~?'' Murmansk inquired, crawling closer to the TV for a better signal, flicking through the various movie pages.
The Commander opened his mouth to speak – but any words he mustered died on his tongue. Namely because, on all fours and leaning forwards, Murmansk unintentionally gave him a good view up her nightgown. The back of her thighs were smooth, her ass shapely and hugged by a pair of lavender panties, the outline of her puffy folds visible through the fabric. Only when Murmansk peeked back at him did he avert his eyes. The slight, teasing gleam in her eyes told him she'd noticed.
''Uh... anything is fine.'' He finally answered.
Murmansk sung a sweet-tuned 'okay~' and flicked through several more pages; soon settling on an action movie. Pressing play the cruiser finally shuffled back and sat down next to him, both of them leaning back into the pillows... and his cheeks warmed up when Murmansk shuffled over a tiny bit, putting herself shoulder-to-shoulder with him. He spared her a glance and she just gave him an innocent smile, tempting him to look back at the TV...
...but when she shuffled closer again, this time laying against him, he had to say something. ''Murmansk?''
''Yes~?'' With a kind smile she tilted her head, innocent as could be.
The Commander opened his mouth, then shut it, sighing. ''Nothing. Mind passing the sweets?''
Murmansk giggled and agreed, sitting up and laying the bowl down on his stomach. The Commander didn't protest and plucked a few jelly snakes from the bowl, chewing away. Murmansk took some as well, and from the corner of his eye he watched as the cruiser held a red one to her lips and licked the tip, her pink tongue sliding over the red jelly sweet, soon pressing against the underside and guiding it between her pale lips. Sucking on it she slowly slurped it in, using her teeth break it in half – before letting the other half slip free from her lips, chewing on the other half.
''Hm?'' Mirth twinkled in her mismatched eyes. ''What's the matter, Commander? You're staring at me a lot~ You'll make me blush if you keep doing that~''
''S-Sorry.'' Coughing he looked to the side, trying to look back at the movie – but unable to without having Murmansk in his peripheral vision.
Her giggle was like a chime against his left ear. ''It's alright. I don't mind if it's you~''
''H-Huh?!''
''I don't mind if it's you, who makes me blush.'' Murmansk innocently said, giggling. ''I know you won't tell anyone if you make me all embarrassed~''
The Commander wasn't sure what to say to that, his voice drying up in his throat and coming out as a feeble 'right'. Murmansk was on the offensive however; her breasts pushing against his left arm and her cheek rubbing his shoulder, eyes not leaving his as she stared almost adoringly up at him, giving him a natural puppy-dog eyes that he found irresistible. She somehow managed to come off as cute and sexy at the same time, not hurt by her choice of clothing.
''Say, Commander...'' Murmansk took the bowl off his stomach. ''Why don't we forget about the movie?''
''...what do you mean by that?''
The Northern woman just giggled, pushing her face into his neck and inhaling his scent – the feeling making him shiver, as did her words. ''Hehe. What I mean, Commander... is I wanna suck on something other than a jelly snake~''
The implications took a second to hit him, darkening his cheeks to a scarlet hue – only then realising why she'd invited him over. However his body responded to the mere implication she dangled in front of him, his pants tight and only becoming more-so when he glanced at her cleavage, her pale flesh bare for him to see. Murmansk noticed easily, her soft giggle tickling his neck, and her equally-soft hand landing over his crotch.
''Mm, is there a delicious snack in here, I wonder~?'' Murmansk sung so innocently he almost thought she didn't know what it was.
Almost, being the key word. Murmansk proved that notion wrong by pinching his zipper and pulling it down, letting her slender hand fish into his pants. The Commander tensed at the feeling but couldn't find it in him to stop her, his own arousal embarrassingly evident when she grabbed his dick – his rock-hard cock throbbing against her palm. Murmansk cooed at the feeling and gently tugged his cock out into the open, releasing his dick just so she could stare at it, innocent fascination in her eyes.
''Wow~ So big~'' Murmansk cooed, shifting down until she was at eye-level with his waist. ''I can't wait to taste it~ Can I, Commander~?''
She looked up at him, the tease an actual question – and with a shiver he nodded. ''Y-Yeah.''
Without needing to be asked he undid his belt and pants button, allowing him to push his pants down his thighs more. Murmansk grasped his boxers and pulled them down too, cooing as she pushed her face against his cock and nuzzled it, nose rubbing against the shaft and her lips smooching it, her heterochromatic eyes peering up at him. The ticklish sensations left him shivering, his cock throbbing against the cruiser's lips and enticing her to kiss further and further up – until without warning she gobbled the tip up.
The Commander moaned at the sensation; tingling pleasure surging down his shaft as Murmansk lovingly sucked on the tip. Staring into his eyes with her own heterochromatic ones the cruiser slowly slurped down his cock, holding his gaze as over half of his dick disappeared between her pale lips before she sucked back up to the tip. Her wet tongue swirled around the head of his shaft, wetting it with her saliva before she bobbed her head back down; repeating the pattern several times.
''Ahh... Murmansk...'' The Commander moaned out.
Giggling prettily around his cock Murmansk tilted her head slightly, sucking on his now-wet cock once more before taking him in deeper, her tongue pressing itself against his shaft as it slid deeper and deeper, his cock entering her warm, wet mouth – until soon Murmansk took him down her throat. She barely gagged, holding it back and pursing her lips around the very base of his cock, letting him feel her throat muscles clench and spasm around the tip.
Until with a shaky mewl Murmansk slurped back up to the tip. She took a moment to catch her breath, panting lightly before readily slurping her way back down his cock. The way her lips grazed along his saliva-coated shaft before pursing around it, sucking strongly up to the tip, left the Commander gasping with bliss. Craving more he laid his right hand on the back of her head, pushing her down and earning a muffled hum from the pretty cruiser, her eyes shutting as she obediently sucked him off.
''Mmph, smch, smch, mm~'' Murmansk audibly sucked him off – her tongue stroking and slapping against his cock as she did so.
The feeling coaxed another moan from the Commander's lips, a shudder travelling up his spine. His gaze lingered on her face as she bobbed herself up-and-down his cock, but his gaze soon travelled to her chest; able to see it thanks to her laid-down position. Watching her soft-looking breasts jiggle as she moved, her nightgown so criminally close to slipping off, only further fuelled his lust – accelerating the heat that travelled up his cock.
A stronger suck forced a hiss from his throat, his eyes briefly screwing shut and his head pushing back into the pillow behind him – enduring the wet warmth of her mouth for a second before he came down from his high, moaning as she followed up with several quicker slurps. Rubbing his thighs Murmansk got more into it, tilting her head slightly as she sucked him off and coaxing pre-cum out with her tongue, inviting his load by pressing her hot tongue against the underside.
''Murmansk...'' He hissed out, throbbing with want.
In response Murmansk popped her lips off of his dick and grasped it instead, shamelessly jerking him off – the saliva smeared onto his cock causing it to make wet squelching sounds. ''Hm? What is it, Commander~?''
''Gonna cum...'' He murmured back.
Murmansk made an understanding sound, nodding slightly... before immediately smooching the tip of his dick and taking him back into her mouth. Unheeding of his stilted moan Murmansk went back to blowing him with quick bobs of her head, sucking on his cock without pause for breath; pushing him to his limit. He endured it, his legs tensing and his fingers gripping onto the sheets, unable to do anything but endure the sensual lips that stroked along his cock.
Until suddenly, he couldn't. ''M-Murm- mn!''
Cum erupted from the tip of his cock and splattered across Murmansk's tongue, earning a surprised coo from the Northern woman before she slurped up to the tip, keeping it in her mouth as her slender hand stroked off his shaft. The unrelenting jerks left him seizing, moans both loud and stilted escaping him as she milked him dry. Her movements were timed just as spasms jolted up his cock, eliciting every last drop from him.
Only when his orgasm waned did Murmansk pop her lips off of his dick, peeking up at him – before with a healthy blush she stuck her tongue out, showing the pool of cum on her tongue. She closed her mouth not a moment later and audible gulped, her pale lips curving up into a shy smile and a giggle soon escaping them, somehow still managing to come across as cute and innocent despite her lewd act just now.
''Hehe... it's a bit of a weird taste, but if it's you, I think I could get used to it~'' Murmansk warmly said – before promptly cupping her reddening cheeks. ''Gosh, I'm saying such embarrassing things, aren't I...?''
The Commander sat up, his eyes locked onto Murmansk's chest as the cruiser sat up as well, unintentionally pushing her boobs together with her biceps. With her nightgown presenting plenty of cleavage he rapidly found himself unable to resist, lust surging through him – until the Commander acted upon it, closing the distance between them in a single lunge and pushing Murmansk onto the bed.
''Oof!'' Murmansk cutely grunted, blinking up at him. ''Commander?''
''Murmansk, I...'' He breathed, sliding his right hand down to her shoulder – tugging the strap down. ''Sorry, I can't hold back.''
Murmansk blinked once. Then a soft sort of smile crossed her lips and she hummed, tilting her head submissively to the side – offering herself to him. That was all that he needed to convince him, his other hand hurriedly pinching her other strap and pulling it down, allowing him to all but yank her translucent nightgown to her waist. laying her ample chest bare to him. Murmansk blushed darkly but didn't lose her gentle smile, offering no resistance as he slid his hands to her bust.
The Commander couldn't contain himself. In an instant he groped her breasts, cupping them from below and sinking his fingers into her soft, shapely chest – barely able to cup them fully in his hands. Murmansk moaned softly at his touch, a shiver travelling through her frame when he flicked her pale pink nipples. Just groping the cruiser was exciting in its own right, getting his cock swelling back to full hardness in mere moments.
Something Murmansk took notice of. ''Mm... Commander, do you want to put it in me~?''
''Huh?'' He was startled by the sudden offer. ''You sure?''
In response the cruiser just hummed, reaching down and pulling her nightgown up, leaving it bundled around her stomach. The pair of lavender panties she wore felt like they hid nothing, dampness making the fabric cling to her lips and enticing the Commander to run his fingers over them – earning a gentle moan from Murmansk. Slipping her slender fingers into her panties she pushed them down a tiny bit, giving him a peek at her pussy until he grabbed the waistband and yanked them down to her thighs, leaving her smooth slit bare to him.
Pulling her lavender panties the rest of the way down her legs the Commander laid his hands on her thighs, pushing them apart and groping them. Murmansk cooed appreciatively, laying her hands on his shoulders and snaking them around him, pulling him down on top of her. Both of them shivered as his erect cock touched her pussy lips, a slow rock of his hips grinding his dick-tip against her entrance, not able to push in on its own. Prompting Murmansk to reach down and grasp his shaft, guiding the tip in-
-and both of them moaned as he rolled his hips forth. She was hot; her inner walls clamping around his intruding shaft and squeezing him ever so lovingly. His girth speared in deeper regardless, more and more of his shaft filling Murmansk up until he was fully hilted inside of her, joined in the most intimate way possible.
''Gosh~'' Murmansk mewled, running her hands over his back. ''You feel amazing, Commander~''
''You do too.'' He murmured back, twitching within her.
Murmansk smiled at that and coaxed him down, her lips brushing against his right ear and whispering into it. ''It's feels so long and thick in me, you know? My fingers can't compare to how good it feels~''
''Your fingers...'' He repeated, shuddering at the thought.
Murmansk only fuelled the dirty thoughts circling his mind. ''Mmhm~ It's super embarrassing, but I've done it a few times to the thought of you.''
Her teeth gently nipped on his earlobe, her words bordering on seductive as she whispered them. ''Having your big, strong hands on my waist, feeling you kiss me on the neck, having your thick, powerful cock enter me again, again and again... hehe~''
She licked his ear then. ''Won't you do that for me, Commander?''
The Commander responded immediately, leaning back slightly before diving down – mashing his mouth against hers. Murmansk moaned in surprise and held onto him tighter, her body tensing as he pulled his cock partway out before plunging it back between her slick walls, hilting inside the cruiser and fucking a sound of pleasure from her throat. The sound only encouraged the Commander to move, thrusting his hips back-and-forth until he was bumping up against her innermost parts; eliciting a muffled moan from his partner.
Groaning into her mouth the Commander reached up, grabbing her slender sides for a better grip and lifting her waist off the bed slightly – pounding Murmansk with a low growl. The cruiser moaned adorably in return, her hands grasping the sheets above her head as he roughly pumped his cock between her lips, her own arousal easing him inside her without causing her any discomfort, letting him bottom out inside her with abandon.
''Ah~ Ahn, oh gosh~'' Murmansk whined the words out – moaning when his lips touched hers in a quick, heated kiss. ''Mm, it feels good, please don't stop~''
The Commander had no intentions of doing so, and made that fact quite apparent to Murmansk as he sped up his thrusts – unable to contain his lustful groan as he railed her raw. The lack of any condom or anything left nothing to stop him from feeling her fleshy walls clamp around him, his shaft scraping between them and rubbing up against several spots that left Murmansk gasping or moaning for more. To the tune of smacking flesh her breathy voice filled the air, stuttering slightly when he plunged into her mid-moan or muffling it entirely with a deep, passionate kiss that left her tightening around his cock with happiness.
Until soon he drew back from the kiss and grasped her thick thighs instead, lifting her legs up. His thrusts ceased for all of a few moments before he folded her legs over and pressed down on Murmansk – mating-pressing her into the sheets. Murmansk had only a moment to register that fact before he started pounding into her once more, his shaft slamming between her wet lips and hitting her innermost parts like a batting ram.
''Ahn~!'' Murmansk cutely cried out, gripping onto the sheets.
The Commander growled back in wordless lust, ploughing the cruiser under him with rough downwards thrusts, pressing Murmansk into the sheets. The position let his cock curve in and prod a sensitive spot inside Murmansk, every thrust extracting a moan or gasp from the cruiser's pale lips. He gripped her legs under the knee and kept her folded, leaning over her as he moved and nearly squishing the pale woman into the bed.
The position proved too much for Murmansk. Her walls clenched around his cock as he railed her raw with it, their flesh clapping together and their lips soon meeting in a rushed, messy kiss, barely muffling Murmansk's high-pitched whine as he fucked her to her limit.
''C-Command- ahn~!'' With a cute, blissful cry Murmansk finally reached orgasm – her pussy constricting his thrusting cock like a wet vice.
And with a deep, guttural moan of his own the Commander blew his load inside her. There was no time to pull out and he made no move to; driving himself into her instead and spilling his thick seed inside her, managing to jerk his hips back-and-forth and continue thrusting for a little bit longer. Every little bit of friction felt downright heavenly, stirring up her insides and painting her walls white with his creamy load.
Until with a grunt the Commander pulled out; releasing an explosive moan the moment the tip sprung free from her lips. For a moment he stayed where he was, leaning over an equally-breathless Murmansk, before with a unified moan they relaxed – his hands releasing her legs as he leaned back. Booping him on the nose with her big toe Murmansk giggled, letting her legs lay on either side of him as she caught her breath, every exhale making her chest heave arousingly.
''Gosh, that was...'' Murmansk broke out into flustered giggles. ''Everything I imagined it to be~''
The Commander blushed at her pure, heartfelt admission, the angelic look she shot his way too pure for words to encapsulate. ''T-Thanks.''
Murmansk hummed and shifted upright, sitting for a moment before crawling closer – her smile turning coy as she climbed onto his lap. The Commander shuddered at her closeness, not resisting as Murmansk unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off of him; a soft coo escaping the cruiser as she felt him up. He did the same for her, spending just a moment to remove her bundled-up nightgown before exploring her body, his hands running over her shapely behind and up her slender sides, ending on her shapely breasts that he sunk his fingers into.
Mewling Murmansk laid her hands on his shoulders instead, rocking her waist. The tip of his dick prodded at her pussy lips, nudged about by her movements and enticing the Commander to reach down, holding it steady – and a synchronised moan escaped them as Murmansk lowered herself down onto it. She felt just as hot as before but with his cum inside her he slipped in even easier, his previous load acting like a crude lube.
''Mm~'' Murmansk pressed her lips against his forehead, kissing it. ''I'll move this time, okay~?''
''Fine with me.'' He murmured against her collarbone, planting a kiss there.
Murmansk moaned approvingly at the affectionate smooch, rocking her waist slowly at first but quickly getting the hang of being on top – starting to bounce onto his shaft after just a few moments. The Commander stifled a moan and instead buried his face into her cleavage, shaking his head about and unashamedly motor-boating the busty Northern cruiser, relishing the surprised giggle he coaxed out of her. In response Murmansk ran her slender fingers through his hair, almost petting him as she bounced onto his swollen cock, her wet walls lovingly embracing him.
Shifting his hands to her ass the Commander helped her bounce; lifting her up before Murmansk pushed herself down with a delighted mewl, getting his dick nice and deep in her before he inevitably lifted her back up again. Relishing the feeling he slowly eased himself back until he was laying back against the pillows once more, eyes hungrily roaming over Murmansk's naked body and admiring her curvy figure, his eyes drifting to her tits as they bounced.
''Mn, ah... does it feel good, Commander~?'' Murmansk breathily asked, giggling when he nodded. ''That's... mn, good~''
The Commander grunted at that; shifting his hands from her ass around to her front, slipping them into her own. Murmansk's cheeks darkened but she interlocked her fingers with his obligingly, her smile turning bashful as they held hands – the simple act seemingly more lewd than actually having sex. The reminder prompted the Commander to buck his hips up, fucking a startled squeak out of Murmansk before it melted into a satisfied moan, her insides lovingly constricting his cock in return.
''Mm, make sure to cum inside me again, okay~?'' Murmansk kindly breathed. ''I wanna feel your warmth deep inside me~''
''Risky though... might, mn, get you pregnant...''
''That's... fine~'' Her words came out laboured, a moan briefly interrupting her. ''Gosh, please, I want you inside me so badly~''
Even as she said such lewd things Murmansk's gentle tone didn't waver, giving her words an almost-innocent edge to them – and one that turned the Commander on, a shaky moan escaping him as he slammed up into her. Moans answered him in turn, their loins afire as he speared between her quivering wet lips and hilted in her pussy, the friction hot but leaving him wanting even more. Murmansk clearly was of the same mind, her knees digging into the sheets as she bounced faster, leaning forwards unconsciously as she focused solely on moving her hips.
The Commander moved as best he could, thrusting up into her tight, slippery grip, but the constant moving sapped at his stamina – pleasure creeping up his length and leaving it afire. The prospect of busting his load in her pussy for the second time only fuelled his lust, the heat in his cock spiking and hurrying his own thrusts, their flesh loudly slapping together and joined by the occasional lewd squelch, some of his cum leaking out as he made room for the next batch.
A batch that soon came as Murmansk tightened around him, gasped – and seized tightly around him. ''G-Gosh~!''
The enveloping heat, the slippery grip, her orgasmic expression – all of it contributed to the end and pushed the Commander to orgasm, a throaty groan bubbling up his throat as he nutted inside her at last. Her voice spiked in pitch, her pussy erratically clenching and relaxing around his swollen cock and helping milk spurt after spurt of semen from him, the inviting vice making him unload everything he had deep inside her, some of it already starting to leak out around his girth before he'd finished cumming.
For a long moment they stayed where they were, paralysed by ecstasy – before a heartbeat later Murmansk relaxed with a moan. Hunching forwards slightly and supporting herself on her arms she panted; inhaling much-needed lungfuls of air that left her ample bust heaving, the sight catching the Commander's eye. If Murmansk disliked that she certainly didn't show it; a slight smile twitching across her lips even as she raised her hips, allowing his swollen shaft to slide out of her creampied sex and flop against his pelvis, limp.
Murmansk laid herself on top of him immediately after, cuddling into him for warmth. ''Mm... that was so nice~''
''Y-Yeah.'' The Commander breathlessly agreed, idly draping his left arm over her and earning a cute coo in response.
They laid there for a long moment, cuddling even.
Until soon the Commander posed a question.
''So... what movie are we watching?''
Murmansk giggled, adoring eyes on him as she began listing off a number they could watch – of both the tame variety, and the more spicy ones they could watch while she was on top of him.
[END]