A/N: Anyone order a side of drunk horny Hornet~? If so, here you go~
Enjoy~
Honesty
Christmas was just a few days away.
Perhaps thanks to that fact everyone had been rushing around base practically non-stop, finishing putting up the last decorations and cleaning out old rooms to prepare for various Christmas parties and events. Javelin had her nativity play she was going to put on, already having the stage set up next to the cafeteria, Illustrious was teaching a number of other Ship-Girls the last lines of their carols; there was an air of haste around the base in places. Yet in others, an air of relaxation reigned.
Such as at the Commander's house. Located on the edge of the base it had been done up lavishly with Christmas apparel, be it the gingerbread men and reindeer statues out in his garden, to the rainbow-coloured fairy lights that dangled from the gutters around the house. Naturally the festivities extended to the interior of his house as well; a Christmas tree located near the stocking-laden fireplace, various Santa-themed items dotting the shelves and of course presents abound at the base of the tree – and that was just the gifts he had received thus far, to say nothing of the amount he'd get on the big day itself. He almost dreaded the sight, if only because he'd be drowned in wrapping paper for aeons to come.
And of course, considering how busy they'd all be on the big day he'd hosted a small party for a select few – just to relax and have fun, away from the stress of their regular duties.
''Hehe, pass the wine~''
''S-Shoukaku-nee, I think you've had enough...''
''Mm, Hammann~ You're so comfy~''
''Awah... B-Big Sis...''
The Commander smiled ruefully as he passed by Yorktown pampering Hammann, cheeks flushed red with alcohol as she nuzzled Hammann's head, much to the cat-girl's embarrassment. Not far behind them, laid with her head in Zuikaku's lap was an equally-drunk Shoukaku, giggling and trying to reach for the wine bottle that Zuikaku was carefully keeping out of her sister's reach – lest she become even more drunk than she already was.
Christmas music was playing through the stereo but few were standing around listening to it; chattering away with one another merrily instead. Many of them had donned Christmas-themed outfits considering the occasion, mostly Santa-themed ones with the occasional elf or reindeer amongst them. One of whom caught his eye immediately, his gaze flickering over to Hornet as he spotted her standing in the kitchen talking with a Washington; both women equally hammered and laughing at each other's slurring tones.
Until she saw him that was. ''Hey Commander~!''
''Hey.'' Chuckling he stepped into the kitchen, the bright white tiles a contrast to the warm wooden interior of his home. ''No need to shout Hornet, my house isn't that big.''
The blonde carrier chuckled sheepishly at that, scratching the back of her head. ''Y-Yeah, sorry 'bout that.''
Washington rolled her eyes in fond amusement and walked off, striking up a conversation with North Carolina instead in the living room, leaving just him and Hornet in the kitchen. Something that the carrier noticed easily, a grin curling at her lips as she stumbled the short step towards him – and to his embarrassment wrapped her arms around his neck, laying against him.
''H-Hornet?''
''Mm, you smell nice, Commander~'' Hornet drunkenly giggled, nuzzling his shoulder.
''And you're drunk.'' He countered lightly, pinching her nose and earning a pitiful whine from the carrier.
Leaning back Hornet pouted at him, rubbing her nose and mumbling petulantly under her breath. It was only then that the Commander consciously noticed her outfit; it was the same one she usually wore, only now it was more Christmas theme. Her short-shorts were red and with a white fur trim, her bikini top was red and seemed a tiny bit too small, showing off more cleavage than she did normally; even her hair was tied up in a pair of red ribbons, a reindeer headband resting on her head.
Hornet easily noticed his staring, her pout melting as a grin took its place. ''Heh. Like my outfit?''
''Yeah. It suits you.'' He pointedly didn't mention it was just the same as her normal outfit.
''Ooh, does it now~?'' Hornet wiggled her brows and cupped her breasts, pushing them together. ''Makes me wonder which part you're looking at~''
The Commander's cheeks pinkened and he looked to the side. ''...only a little bit.''
''You're being honest? Now there's a Christmas miracle.'' Hornet teased, unhanding her breasts and poking his cheek. ''Since you're being like that, wanna come spend a lil time with me~?''
''...and what would you mean by that?'' The Commander murmured, looking around. Nobody had overheard.
Rather than respond with words Hornet just flashed him a wicked grin and grasped his wrist, stumbling slightly as she pulled him out of the kitchen. Blushing lightly the Commander followed her, bidding a quick greeting to Illustrious as he passed by her – soon led out into the hallway connecting all the other rooms in the house. Nobody else was currently in it but he could hear some other guests talking on the stairs just out of sight – and before he could ask Hornet where they were going she stopped... and instead yanked open the door to his storage closet.
The Commander blushed, his cheeks darkening when Hornet glanced back at him and winked; stepping inside. He couldn't quench the flicker of excitement bubbling up within him and followed her in; having to walk in sideways due to how narrow it was, various objects littering the floor and coats hanging from the metal bar overhead. The aforementioned coats came in handy though as Hornet pulled the door shut, plunging them into darkness and allowing her to push the coats towards the door, hiding them should anyone decide to open the door for whatever reason.
Then at last the carrier pulled on the dangling light-switch; preluding the soft click as the closet was bathed in amber light.
''There.'' Hornet purred, wiggling her brows suggestively at him. ''Wanna be more honest now, Commander?''
The Commander knew full well what she meant; her intent made clear as the tipsy woman ran her fingers along his crotch, undoubtedly feeling his swelling hardness. In response he grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against him, earning a surprised coo from Hornet before she cupped his nape, pulling their lips close – and tempting him to close the remaining distance between them, mashing their mouths together in a kiss and devouring Hornet's pleased moan.
He kept the kissing going for several long moments, breaking apart only for a quick gulp of air before reclaiming her lips once more, muffling Hornet's horny voice. She snaked one hand up into his air and ran her other down to his belt, fumbling with the buckle with her nimble fingers – the soft rattle lost amidst the shuffling of cloth as they nudged against the coats around them. The Commander didn't tell her to stop; busying himself with making out with the carrier and pulling her waist against his own, almost-humping in the dim glow.
''Mm, Commander~'' Hornet exhaled against his lips, whiskey on her breath. ''We gotta be quick if you don't want anyone to find us~''
''Could've picked a better time to do this then.'' He grunted back, grabbing her ass.
Hornet shivered at his hold but didn't resist it. ''Just felt like hookin' up with ya right now.''
''Because you're drunk?''
''Maybe~'' Hornet sang, snickering as she pushed her face into his shoulder. ''I ain't gonna remember this in the mornin', so just fuck me senseless, ya hear~?''
In response the Commander slipped one hand down and helped her with his belt, getting it unbuckled. Hornet cooed and shamelessly stumbled down onto her knees in front of him, yanking his pants down to his knees and pulling his boxers down with them barely a second afterwards – nearly getting hit in the face with his hardening cock. Hornet showed little embarrassment though, curling her slender fingers around his sizeable shaft and stroking it from tip to base, her lithe hand gripping it more firmly as she started to jerk him off properly.
The Commander groaned under his breath at the feeling, leaning back against the wall and enduring her pleasurable hand-job – getting a nice look down her bikini top in the process. Hornet undoubtedly knew that and made no move to hide her breasts; going as far as groping her left tit and hefting it about for his entertainment, her other hand still stroking his length with smooth rolls of her wrist, her thumb sliding over the tip repeatedly.
''Mn... Hornet...'' He breathed.
Hornet smirked up at him, leaning in and kissing the tip of his shaft. The kiss merely preluded the next two smooches to come, and on the fourth kiss Hornet parted her lips, allowing his cock to glide past them and into her wet, warm mouth; the feeling alone coaxing a moan out of the Commander. On reflex alone he grasped the back of her head, pushing the carrier deeper down his dick and relishing the wet warmth that engulfed his shaft, her lips sliding halfway down, then two-thirds – and then all the way down his dick. She'd deep-throated him on the first go.
''Fuck...'' He swore under his breath, feeling her throat muscles clench around the tip.
A muffled, warbled laugh escaped Hornet before the blonde carrier reared her head back, slurping up to the tip before willingly deep-throating him once more – bobbing her head in smooth, repeated motions. Her tongue pressed itself flush against the underside of his cock, teasing him with its hotness and easily sucking more moans out of his throat, the sounds stiff and stilted as they filled the snug closet; wary of being overheard. Thankfully the music playing outside muffled their voices enough that nobody had noticed them yet, though for how long he wasn't sure.
Hornet wasn't either. Something that perhaps contributed to her picking up the pace a little, her sucks becoming wet-sounding slurps as she glided her lips along his erect cock. Her lips smooched off of the tip and she jerked him off hurriedly, her thumb rubbing the tip several times before inevitably she guided his dick back between her pinkish lips, humming as she deep-throated him without a hint of shame.
''Mn... ohh fuck yes...'' The Commander hissed in bliss. ''You're real good at this...''
Hornet silently gave him a thumbs-up in response, holding onto his thighs as she throated him merrily, grunting wetly or sucking along his shaft – the lewd noises her mouth made only pushing him closer to the edge. Screwing his eyes shut he focused on the sounds, able to also hear the noise of people talking in the corridor just outside the closet, unable to hear Hornet giving him a blow-job over their own talking.
The risk of being caught, the exciting embarrassment, all of it mixed inside him and made it feel so much better. Heat travelled up his cock as Hornet sucked her lips along his dick, her nose brushing against his pelvis when she went down deep, his balls bumping against her chin as he started to thrust into her mouth too and practically face-fuck her, pleasure rushing up his shaft-
''Mn!''
-until with a stiff grunt the Commander yanked Hornet down his cock and busted a load down her throat. The carrier shuddered, her tongue hot against the underside of his throbbing cock as he unloaded rope after rope of semen straight down her gullet, her punctuating gulps assuring him she was swallowing every last drop. He shuddered at the mere thought, pleasure making him twitch and shiver, barely able to keep himself from moaning in total bliss.
Gradually over the course of several long moments the intense pleasure waned and he dared to relax, releasing the back of Hornet's head and allowing the blonde carrier to rear her head back; gulping one more time before gasping in some much-needed air. The Commander listened for a moment but thankfully didn't overhear anyone outside reacting; the chattering trio moving elsewhere in the house, probably taking the conversation to the kitchen for some snacks.
The Commander's attention refocused on Hornet however as the busty blonde stood up. In the snugness of the closet there wasn't much room between them, nearly chest-to-chest even with their backs to the walls – something Hornet took advantage of. Grinning cheekily at him she undid the buttons on her red Santa-themed shorts and wiggled her hips, shimmying them down her hips and along her creamy legs until they fell to her ankles, the red panties she was wearing underneath falling to the floor too, leaving her clad practically in just a bikini top and some matching red stockings.
''Commander~'' Giggling his name Hornet looped her arms around his neck, waiting until he had his hands on her bare ass before hopping up – prompting him to instinctively carry her, and allowing her to lean in for a kiss.
One the Commander didn't resist; a low groan escaping him as he pushed back against Hornet. The kiss was as rough as it was passionate, her bare back soon pressed flush against the opposing wall as he held her against it, one of his hands sliding from her ass down to his wet cock, guiding it to her entrance. Hornet helped him along and spread her lower lips apart with her fingers, guiding the swollen tip inside – and as one they exhaled as he lowered her down onto his cock.
''Mm~'' Hornet buried her face into his neck, shuddering as she felt him spear between her hot walls. ''Fuck... Mn, oh yes~''
The low hiss turned him on more than he wanted to admit, sending a pleasant shiver up his spine and encouraging him to push himself as deep inside her as he could. She felt like a wet furnace around his dick, her walls clamping down on his shaft and squeezing him ever so tightly, the slightest twitch of his dick making Hornet mewl. His lust craved more though, enticing the Commander to slowly pull himself out and then hurriedly drive himself back in, groaning into her neck as he slowly fucked her against the wall.
Someone in the next room over changed the music to something more upbeat and pop; the hard beats felt through the wall and briefly making him wonder what kind of Christmas song that was. Any such thoughts were purged from his mind though as he felt Hornet moan into his neck, the ticklish sensation tempting him to lean back and reclaim her lips in a deep kiss – devouring the carrier's voice as he pumped into her womanhood more vigorously, bottoming out inside her with every thrust.
''Fuck, ah, shit~'' Hornet moaned against his lips, digging her nails into the back of his head. ''C'mon, do it harder~''
''Keep it down.'' He murmured tightly back, stealing a quick kiss.
Hornet snickered back, tongue licking his lips. ''If ya don't fuck me nice and rough I'll start hollerin'~''
''And have everyone in the house find us like this?''
''Yup~'' Hornet shamelessly grinned, snickering and kissing his forehead; moaning against it as he hit a sweet spot inside her. ''Mm... y'know, would be cool t'have a nice little orgy with everyone here.''
Hornet pulled his head into her neck, panting into his ear even as he kept pounding her sopping sex. ''Don't pretend that you... ah, aren't turned on by that. I see how ya look at Yorktown, how you wanna bend her over and fuck'r senseless~ Pin Enty down and go to town on her~''
The Commander groaned at the mental images she put into his mind – of Yorktown bare of cloth and on all fours, peeking at him over her shoulder. Her hair dishevelled, her face flushed and skin shiny with sweat as he railed her raw from behind; the mental image made all the easier with Hornet's pussy clamping down on him. It also helped him picture himself railing Enterprise, holding the carrier's wrists to the bed and slamming into her until she cried out in ecstasy, the image of the normally so serious Enterprise reduced to a flushed, limp state fuelling his lust.
And soon coaxing a low groan out of his throat. ''Fuck I wish you were horny more often.''
''Heh, who says I ain't~?'' Hornet connected her lips with his in a quick kiss. ''I always wanted you ta bend me over that desk of yours, ta get 'punished' for being tardy~ Damn shame ya can be as dense as a friggin' door-knob, ya dunce.''
''Noted.'' He huskily grunted. ''Fuck I'm gonna cum.''
''Just bust in me~'' Hornet moaned – yanking him back into a kiss before he could form a reply.
The Commander groaned into her mouth and sped up, yanking her towards him even as he speared himself forth, clapping their flesh together and causing Hornet to seize up in his arms, her hot moans muffled by their connected lips. He could taste alcohol on her tongue as it shoved itself into his mouth, his own reciprocating and wrestling with her own, fierce and passionate as they neared their peaks.
The slick, gripping heat of her womanhood proved too much for the Commander to handle – a throaty, if stilted groan escaping his throat as he slammed into her and blew his load inside her. Hornet dug her nails in and gasped, breaking off the kiss and holding his face into her neck as he creampied her; his thrusts jerking several times in short, hurried thrusts, pumping his semen deep into her willing womb.
Until with a grunt he pulled out, gasping into her neck. ''Fuck.''
''Mm~ Say it again~'' Hornet mewled – the sound escalating into a moan as he slid his face down and kissed her on the throat. ''Mm~''
The Commander chuckled breathlessly and lowered her down, letting Hornet stand on her own two feet. Without missing a beat the carrier twisted around so her ass was facing him, flashing him a cocky smirk as she pushed her ass back towards him – eliciting a soft hiss from the Commander, his cock sliding between her cheeks. He pushed back against her, one hand pressed against the wall above her head and the other on her hip, grinding against the drunk woman and tempting her to grind back.
''Put it in~'' Hornet breathed, still horny.
He didn't even hesitate to agree; grasping the base of his cock and sliding it down to her entrance, the tip sliding inside – and with a low moan the Commander pushed inside Hornet. Hissing in pleasure Hornet shoved herself back, getting him balls-deep inside her right off the bat and tempting him to buck his hips back; pushing her forth and enticing Hornet to teasingly impale herself back onto him; her hands on the wall as she did the moving.
The Commander gladly let her; his hands settling on her waist and helping her move back-and-forth, his gaze running over her shapely butt as it impacted his pelvis, the quiet slaps of flesh sounding so loud in the tight closet. The music from outside was as prevalent as ever but he could hear people talking not that far from the closet door, the risk of being caught prompting him to shove some jackets and such towards the door as if to hide them... not that it would do much good given they didn't hide their legs.
''Mn!'' The thought was purged from his mind as Hornet tightened around his cock; the blissful grip enticing him to give her ass a little smack.
Hornet moaned hotly, bowing her head as she took him inside her – her slippery insides conforming to the shape of his cock. He could feel her insides press down on his length; every little twitch and throb of his cock sending shivers running through Hornet. He felt those acutely as he ran his hands up her sides and down her thighs, feeling her up and committing every little detail to memory, his palms soon pushing her bikini top up and groping her tits, squeezing a hot groan out of Hornet's lips.
Just then he heard the voices outside the door grow louder; nearer the door. The words were muddled by the door and his own breathing but he could make out the odd word or two, and soon realised it was Yorktown looking for him. The mere realisation it was her brought back Hornet's dirty talk to the forefront of his mind, the ideas that swam around his mind only hurried his thrusts, ploughing Hornet as punishment for her dirty words.
''M-Mm~!'' Hornet clasped a hand over her mouth, trying to be quiet. ''Hah, Commander, j-just like that...!''
He grunted a short agreement, both hands digging into her waist as he railed her raw, struggling to keep his voice down. Yorktown's voice grew distant but she didn't leave his mind, nor did Enterprise – and most certainly not Hornet herself, his gaze glueing itself to her back as he fucked her senseless. Barely a second later he slid his hands up to her breasts and roughly held onto them, using them like handholds as he pulled her back towards him, earning a soft curse from Hornet; one muffled by a swift over-the-shoulder kiss.
The Commander broke off the kiss a moment later; his breathing ragged as he pushed his face into her neck, her hair tickling his face. He ignored the sensation and kissed her nape relentlessly, coaxing moans from Hornet as he hilted inside her again and again, their movements short and rapid, fucking each other with desperate, unrelenting need-
''Oh shit!''
-when Hornet tightened around him. The slick, searing flesh that clamped down on him proved too much for him to handle and he slammed into her in an instant, gasping against her nape as he busted a second load inside Hornet. The carrier whimpered at the feeling, her legs buckling underneath her as he painted her insides a sticky white, every squeeze of her walls wringing out another thick spurt of semen.
''Ah... oh fuck...'' He breathed. ''Feels so good...''
''Same...'' Hornet breathed back, panting. ''Y'know, offer's still on the tabl-''
Hornet was cut short, however, as the closet door opened – and the jackets were pushed aside.
Allowing Hammann to find them.
…
''...hi?'' Hornet raised a hand in a wave.
Hammann's face glowed scarlet and she slammed the door shut hard enough to rattle the frame before running off, calling for Yorktown.
Safe to say both of them hurried out of the closet, barely getting their clothes on as they ran upstairs to hide.
[END]
