A/N: Another oldish fic~ Aoba's quite charming though, especially for an often-forgotten common-tier. She's got quite a bit of personality to her~
Do enjoy~
Secret-Spilling
The Commander was a man of many secrets.
It was only natural, really. Being privy to so many navy secrets, tactical plans, so forth – but they were actually the minority of secrets he held, albeit some of the most important. The majority of his well-kept secrets however didn't involve the navy at all... rather, it involved the Ship-Girls under his command, and the secrets they both told him, and those they made him promise to never tell another soul. Few knew this; those that told him perhaps presuming that they were the only ones who approached him to tell their secrets to.
Aside from one girl in particular, who was an expert at weeding out secrets, and had practically smelled the secrets within his head from a mile away – tracking him down and pestering him for info for her to publish like an overeager reporter. He had tried to dissuade her, sometimes distracting her with small but ultimately harmless secrets he 'accidentally' let slip, but she was far from satisfied with just the dry stuff; she wanted the juicy, gasp-inducing secrets. Perhaps quite literally, in a sense.
Which led to his current situation. Sat behind his desk... with Aoba stood in front of it.
''C'mon Commander, just tell me and I'll be off your case! What am I gonna tell my readers when there's nothing but weather reports in this week's magazines?! You know I won't name names – I'll keep everything vague and up to imagination, not even a subtle hint of who it could be; promise!''
''I told you how many times now, Aoba, no.'' The Commander sternly said, gaze down on his work as he scribbled his signature – only to twitch when Aoba laid her hand on top of it, leaning forwards to put her face in his line of sight.
''C'mon~!'' The reporter whined childishly. ''I can pay you back, you know? I know money isn't a problem, but I can give you gossip too – some of the girls have been chattin' about you in the showers or in the dorms after all. You tell me stuff, I tell you stuff, see?!''
The Commander uttered out a denial, but his eyes traitorously went lower. Thanks to how Aoba had leaned forwards her tank top had sagged a little, exposing her plump breasts that hung forth, the cups of her black bra visible. Unfortunately by the time he averted his eyes Aoba had noticed his wandering eyes, blinking slightly in confusion – before her cheeks went pink as she realised where exactly they had gone, a grin swift to curl at her lips.
''Hey, hey~'' Aoba crooned, capitalising on this new information. ''I didn't know you looked at me that way, Commander~''
''S-Shut up.'' He scowled, leaning back in his chair and looking away.
Snickering Aoba leaned more upright, gazing at him even as he himself resolutely avoided look at her, the warmth colouring his own cheeks taking its sweet time to abate. Then he caught sight of her eyes lighting up, an idea almost-visibly forming in her head and widening her grin to cheeky proportions. And then she spoke.
''Say, if rumours and girl-talk aren't enough to convince you...'' Aoba grasped one strap of her tank top, tugging it. ''I could offer... more~''
The Commander stiffened. ''What?''
''I'll give you a blow-job under your desk if you spill the beans.'' Aoba cheekily said. ''You keep talkin', I'll keep suckin'~''
The open, almost blunt offer instantly darkened his cheeks to a dark red hue, somewhat shocked that Aoba would offer something so blatantly. The smirk and slight blush on her cheeks told him however she wasn't joking – much – or trying to get a rise out of him. The thought fuelled his embarrassment, his eyes flickering over her body as discreetly as he could, becoming increasingly tempted. Aoba may not be the strongest Ship-Girl around, but he would be lying if she wasn't attractive, and knew how to use her words to rile him up.
Thus the Commander swallowed, and pushed his chair back from his desk. ''Lock the door, then get over here.''
Aoba grinned brightly, chirping a merry agreement as she skipped over and locked the double doors of his office, returning to his desk moments later. She waltzed around the edge of his desk, a slight swagger to her hips as she eased herself down onto her knees in front of him – giving him an ideal look at her cleavage, not hurt when Aoba pushed her arms together and trapped her chest between them; pushing them up and making her boobs more pronounced.
''So.'' Aoba purred. ''Start talking. You stop, I stop~''
Pursing his lips the Commander murmured an agreement, thinking. ''What do you want to know?''
Aoba hummed, rubbing her hands over his thighs. ''Something attention-grabbing. Saucy. Raunchy, even.''
The Commander thought for a moment, before sighing. ''Dorsetshire and Portland were starting a 'Sister Appreciation Club', to, well, appreciate their sisters.''
''I heard about that already.'' Aoba dismissed.
He expected as much – but he still had more to tell. ''Did you know what happened during it?''
''Oh?'' Aoba suddenly looked quite interested. ''I didn't stick around because it looked boring. Do tell~''
''They had their sisters do some nude modelling, under the excuse of raising money for a made-up charity called 'Sisters In Need of Love'.'' The Commander revealed.
Aoba's eyes gleamed with interest, mentally scribbling that down. However she complied with their naughty deal, her smirk becoming a touch smug as she slid a hand over his crotch and pinched his zipper, pulling it down with a low, satisfying buzz. The Commander helped her along and unbuckled his belt, allowing Aoba to pull his pants down to his shins, his boxers soon getting tugged down with it – revealing his slowly-hardening cock.
The cruiser cooed at the sight, lithe fingers curling around his length and lightly stroking it, getting him hard. He groaned at the pleasant feeling, eyes fluttering shut as he endured the soft strokes, his gaze inevitably wandering to her face, and then down to her breasts; admiring her cleavage. Aoba made no move to stop him, smirking and gesturing for him to keep talking with her other hand.
''I caught Queen Elizabeth and Warspite making out in the gardens.'' Aoba's eyes gleamed the moment she heard the information, delighted. ''They made me promise not to tell... so don't you name them, alright?''
''Of course~'' Aoba cooed, adjusting her hand now that he was hard – planting a smooch on the tip of his cock.
The Commander was about to continue speaking – only to moan as Aoba opened her mouth and took the head of his cock inside, pursing her lips snugly just under it. Her tongue slapped against the tip of his shaft, sliding over it and swirling wet circles around and about, alternating the pattern constantly and leaving it sticky and wet with her spit. At the same time she kept pumping his cock with her hand, jerking him off as she sucked on the tip, her hazel eyes glancing up at him, her motions slowing as she waited for more details.
''Hah... I also caught Hood and Bismarck together.'' The Commander breathed, revealing his subordinates secrets with little shame. ''They didn't do much, but they were in the town... I caught them sharing a kiss, hence why Hood asked me to not say anything.''
''Mm~'' Aoba hummed appreciatively, tilting her head and licking a new spot just under the head of his cock – eliciting a gasp of pleasure from his throat.
The cruiser shifted her hand further down, holding the bottom-half of his cock – allowing her to slide her lips down, sucking on the top-half of his shaft. He moaned at the feeling, her tongue expertly sliding over or around his meat, applying a delicate amount of pressure with her tongue or lips before sucking back up. Her saliva stuck to his cock as she moved, making wet slurping sounds as she bobbed her head up and down his cock, her hand still continuing to stroke him off as she gave him head.
''Mmph, Mm, Mm~'' Aoba hummed as she blew him, gesturing for him to keep going with her other hand.
The Commander shuddered, laying one hand on her head and pushing her down, taking control of her pace and enjoying the wet warmth that enveloped his cock repeatedly – speaking out in a low groan. ''Ajax is seeing someone, a human woman from the next base over; she's been leaving a lot during the night and coming back in the morning so nobody suspects anything...''
A wet suck answered him, eliciting a throaty moan from the Commander. His hand shifted to her animal ears as he played with them a little; running his thumbs over the back of them or rubbing them about, eliciting a pleased purr from Aoba – the low sound tickling his cock with the vibrations. Stifling another moan he leaned back a bit, arousal throbbing through him as she tilted her head to the side, causing the tip of his cock to bulge her left cheek out; the tip sliding against her wet cheek as she kept bobbing her head.
''Ah, fuck... uh...'' The Commander was struggling to think with her sucking his cock. ''Illustrious and Littorio are dating now, I notice they keep going out on 'sorties' alone at night... Carabinierie and Le Triomphant have been spending a lot of time together too...''
''Ooh~'' Aoba pulled her head up long enough to coo before going back down again, sucking on the head whilst she jerked him off with her hand. ''Mm~''
The Commander gritted his teeth, gripping the arms of his chair as the fox-girl sucked him off so arousingly, her lips sliding up-and-down his length with vigour. He could feel heat throb up his length, his gaze flickering between her cute face or her ample chest, the latter drawing his eyes quite often. Doubly so when Aoba cheekily reached down with her free hand and pulled her shoulder-strap off, giving him a better look at her right breast when her top was hanging down a bit.
Groaning he grew tense, enduring her sucks – made much harder when Aoba reached down and started playing with his balls, jiggling with her lithe fingers and sucking him off faster, deliberately drooling on his dick to keep it nice and wet. Dribbles of drool ran down his cock and under her fingers, allowing her to jerk him off with equal vigour; the stimulation coaxing a gasping groan out of him, pressure rapidly rising up his cock.
Until soon it peaked. ''C-Crap!''
Cum erupted from his cock with little warning, splattering across Aoba's tongue. The reporter hummed approvingly, not slowing her motions one bit – jerking and sucking his cock with vigour, searing his hypersensitive nerves with the pleasure. He gasped and buckled, trying and failing to endure the wet heat that enveloped and sucked upon his length, practically emptying his balls within her warm wet mouth. Gradually she slowed her motions as he reached his limit, easing him down from his orgasm.
Before with a lustful moan Aoba sucked one more time and then leaned back, his dick slipping out of her mouth with strings of saliva hanging between her lips and his dick. ''Haah~''
The Commander groaned, shuddering as his dick was exposed to the lukewarm air of his office – a sharp contrast to the wet heat of her mouth. Aoba teased him further by opening her mouth wide, revealing the cum that she hadn't swallowed on her tongue; before she pursed her lips and audibly gulped, finally swallowing. The sight darkened his cheeks, watching as Aoba rose back up to her feet, smug as she looked him in the eyes.
''Thanks for the info, Commander~'' The cruiser chirped cheerfully – before she smirked deviously, eyes becoming slits. ''But I can tell you have saucier secrets in that noggin' of yours~''
''Hah... maybe...?''
''Hm~'' Aoba dramatically tapped her chin. ''Then perhaps if I was to offer more than a blow-job~''
She knew full well what that might be, something she blatantly teased by reaching both hands up and under her white skirt. It hiked up a little but her skirt was long enough to hide everything above her thighs, allowing Aoba to fumble about – and then pull her black panties down, leaving them around her knees. She smirked a little, tugging them down an inch or two more; teasing him by pulling them back up a bit.
The Commander swallowed, deciding if he'd spilled his subordinates secrets, he could spill his own. The fact Aoba was practically offering to sleep with him played a large part in that. ''Fine...''
''Hehe, a pleasure doing business~'' Aoba giggled, shutting her legs together and allowing her underwear to fall onto the carpet underfoot, stepping out of them.
With a smug glint in her eyes the reporter sashayed up to his front, sliding one leg over his and straddling him. On reflex the Commander laid his hands on her waist, feeling her hips through the fabric of her skirt – before boldly his hands went under her skirt. Or he attempted to, as Aoba was quick to swat at his hands and nudge them back out, waggling a finger in his face cheekily.
''Spill the beans~'' Aoba cooed.
He did so. ''I slept with Lexington the other day.''
''Ooh~'' She cooed, releasing his hands – not protesting when he slid them under her skirt, grabbing her bare, smooth hips. ''Gimme more.''
''We did it in her room. She sung me a song, somewhere along the line it became a lap-dance, and uh... she gave me head, I threw her on the bed and we... did it.''
Aoba visibly relished the details, repaying him by grasping his still-hard cock and stroking it a little. ''What was it like?''
''Hot.'' The Commander shuddered as he confessed. ''She's a screamer. Vocal. I've never heard Lexington swear so much until that night; she even tried to hide it by pushing her face into the bed, but I heard it all. She likes it when her face is in the sheets.''
''Mm~'' Aoba's own cheeks became a little more pink, arousal gleaming in her hazel gaze as she guided his cock closer to her – lifting her hips. ''Saucy indeed~''
Any further secret-spilling was put on-hold as Aoba pressed the head of his cock against her pussy lips, her folds parting as the head slid along them – before she lowered herself down onto his cock. Hot wet flesh smothered his cock, tight and oppressive around his girth and coaxing a sharp moan out of his throat, making him hold Aoba's hips in an iron grip as she impaled herself on him. The cruiser herself moaned sexily, her lips pursing together as inch after inch of him filled her sex, not stopping until his entire length was balls-deep in her pussy.
''Mm~'' Aoba hummed, tightening and relaxing around his shaft with every flex of her pelvic muscles. ''How's it feel~?''
''Amazing.'' He groaned deeply.
Aoba snickered, leaning in and brushing her lips against his – teasing him with the prospect of a kiss. ''So how many girls you went balls-deep in, huh~? Tell me~''
''Lost count.'' He confessed with a groan.
''Ooh~ Gimme some names.'' Aoba capitalised on that.
''Valiant. Georgia. Arizona and Pennsylvania. Oklahoma.'' He panted. ''Ayanami, Z23, Z1...''
''A man of many tastes~'' Aoba teased, kissing him on the lips lightly. ''And what about me~? I fit your tastes~?''
''Definitely.'' He grunted out, squeezing her hips.
Aoba cooed and responded by leaning back a bit, holding his gaze as she reached up with both hands – and then tugged the spaghetti straps of her tank top down along with those of her bra. A quick reach behind her back unclipped it and she pulled it off, laying bare her breasts to him; instantly tempting both of his hands up to grab them from below, sinking his fingers into her soft, malleable tits.
''Mm~'' Aoba hummed approvingly, exhaling a hot breath as she started to ride him. ''You like them~?''
''Yeah.'' He ran his thumbs over her perky pink nipples. ''Big and soft, just how I like them.''
''Ooh, noting that one down~'' Aoba teased, shivering as he manhandled her breasts. ''Hey, not too rough~''
''Sorry.'' He murmured – releasing a groan when she pushed herself back down his cock. ''Crap... ahh...''
Grinning Aoba leaned in, her lips brushing against his ears as she dirty-talked him. ''You feel so big in me you know~? I can see why so many girls talk about you when you're packing this thing around... Mm, the way it rubs so deeply in me when I move my hips like this... I can only imagine what it feels like to have you bust in me. Did you do that to the other girls you slept with~?''
''Y-Yeah...'' He groaned out. ''Some were on pills or whatever, but some weren't... not sure if I knocked them up or not...''
''Mm~ I think it's a safe day for me, so feel free to cum inside when you wanna~'' Aoba purred into his ear, licking it – eliciting a shiver from the Commander. ''I can't wait.''
The naughty words encouraged the Commander, lust flaring within him and prompting him to release her right breast and grab her hip instead – yanking her down his cock. Aoba moaned approvingly, riding him with more vigour than before; her walls pressing down upon his slick cock as she went up-and-down it, their pelvises smacking together each time he bottomed out within her hot core, intimately feeling every part of her insides as he went in.
Aoba was far from done however; leaning back in and stealing a kiss from him. He kissed back with equal measure, their lips staying sealed together as the cruiser rode his throbbing cock, squeezing him with her tight walls – until they broke off for air, gasping, and she probed him with another question without ceasing her hip movements.
''More. Tell me... Mm, more~'' It was harder for her to talk and ride him but she did her best, grinning.
''I fucked Formidable the other week there.'' The Commander admitted with a grunt. ''She used that time trick of hers to make me last longer. I made her climax a dozen times that night.''
''Hah, sounds useful.'' Aoba breathed before stealing another kiss – moaning when he groped her breast extra roughly. ''Hehe, you really like my boobs dont'cha~?''
A rough squeeze served as more than enough of an answer, but the Commander punctuated it by leaning down and taking her right nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. Aoba tipped her head back and moaned loudly, tightening sharply around his cock as her sensitive nipple teased. Sensing that the Commander eagerly exploited her newfound weakness, sucking on the pinkish nub in his mouth and lashing it with his wet tongue, leaving it glistening-wet with saliva by the time he pulled back.
Fleshy smacks of skin echoed louder as Aoba got more into it, her thighs hitting his and his cock snugly embraced within her wet womanhood, the tightening clench of her pussy coaxing moans out of his throat. Frequent kisses helped mute the sound but failed to truly muffle it, not hurt by the hands that he ran over her body – groping her sensitive breasts or rubbing her hips, even going as far as to smack her ass a little, relishing the yelps and moans he tugged out of Aoba's throat, paying her back for all her teasing inquiries.
''You're twitching a lot.'' Aoba breathily noted, smirking as she grazed her lips against his. ''You about to cum~?''
''Maybe...'' The Commander groaned, hefting her left breast about eagerly.
''Then do it~'' Aoba kissed him only lightly. ''Bust your load~ Cum inside~ Knock me up~ Whatever you wanna call it~''
The silky, teasing tones hastened his end, encouraging the Commander to grab Aoba's hips with both hands and pound his shaft up into her tight tunnel, clapping his pelvis against hers. Startled yelps of pleasure tumbled out of Aoba's mouth, transforming into hot, pleasure-filled moans as she bounced with his movements, her tits jiggling without anything to hold them. He relished the sight, eyes flickering between her flushed face, her bouncing boobs and her glistening pussy, heat rapidly rising up his shaft as he plunged it into the latter.
Until that heat peaked, shot up like a lance – and with a sharp moan the Commander blew his load inside Aoba, giving her the creampie she wanted. The cruiser moaned loudly until their lips mashed together, muffling the hot sound; one of his hands darting up and groping her right breast as she feverishly rolled her hips back-and-forth, milking him for every last rope of cum she could. Even when his orgasm waned she kept rocking her waist, riding out her high for as long as she could.
Eventually though even fatigue hit her, and with a tumbling moan Aoba came to a stop, breaking off the kiss and panting. Their eyes met and Aoba flashed him a breathless grin, her walls clenching and relaxing around his cock erratically – gripping him tight briefly when she raised her hips up, and let his cock slide free from her sex with a moan.
''Ahh... hah...'' She grinned. ''Guess that concludes our deal~''
''Yeah...'' He murmured breathlessly, watching as the Ship-Girl picked up her panties and put them back on. ''You know we could keep going. I've still got some things I didn't say.''
''Save it for later. Your secretary will return shortly~'' Aoba smugly sang.
''Tonight.'' The Commander stated instead. ''Be in my room at nine. I want you on the bed naked. Use my shower if you want to. Do that, and I'll tell you whatever you want to know... including the couple orgies I've held.''
''Ooh~'' Aoba cooed in interest, pulling her bra back on. ''Sounds spicy. I'll bring a notepad~''
The Commander just grunted and waved her off, watching as the Ship-Girl pulled the straps of her tank top back on, and with a merry wave left.
Leaving him dimly wondering what he had gotten himself into.
[END]