A/N: Bit of an odd one this is, as whilst it's set in the Kantai Collection/Azur Lane universe, it's more centred around a requester's OC - HMAS Stuart, the details of whom can be found under at Stuart_Leader~

Characters from both series will make appearances, but it'll be mainly focused around Stuart~

Enjoy~

Down Under

Chapter 1: In The Office

Summer had at last begun to wane over the Naval Base; the heat gradually easing off by the day until it was cool enough to walk around without outright collapsing from the heat.

Combined with the air conditioning that chilled the air and blew it about the Admiral's office was pleasantly cool, allowing both him and his secretary to get through their workload with a swiftness previously unseen since the cooler spring months. Papers were signed, shelved or slid into folders and envelopes, until soon they actually managed to get through all of it. Until the next inevitable batch manifested somewhere on his desk, that is.

''Haah...'' The Admiral breathed out a light sigh, adjusting his glasses as he stood. ''What time is it?''

''Um... just past three, Admiral.'' A feminine voice answered from across the room, a filing cabinet thudding shut.

He smiled lightly, glancing over at the speaker in question. ''Thanks... Stuart.''

Stuart herself smiled, nodding slightly at him before grabbing some other spare envelopes from the top drawer of the cabinet. Stuart herself was one of his longer-term Ship-Girls at the base, having been there for years and worked alongside him for the entire duration. Light brown hair was tied into a low ponytail and bright blue eyes roamed through the contents of the cabinet idly, her lithe fingers shifting through it. The white open serafuku-like shirt she wore hid the blue crop-top she had underneath, containing her modest bust but leaving her flat stomach bare to the heat, the pair of brown shorts she wore loose and suited for the heat.

The Admiral was stirred from his staring as Stuart turned, the Destroyer murmuring to herself as she carefully hefted a couple envelopes into her hands, leaving the rest in the filing cabinet. Perhaps sensing his gaze she looked up and caught his gaze, her cheeks going pink and a slight, fond exasperation filling her bright blue eyes.

''You're staring at me again, Admiral.'' Stuart noted aloud.

''Sorry.'' He chuckled sheepishly.

Stuart pouted at him but let it drop with an exasperated sigh, all too familiar with him to be truly bothered by it. Smiling warmly at that the Admiral walked out from behind his desk, catching Stuart by her elbows as she made her way towards her desk. The brunette blushed, her pinkish cheeks becoming a rosy hue as he took the envelopes out of her hands and laid them behind him on her desk, freeing her arms and allowing him to wrap his own around her in a hug.

''Thanks for helping today.'' He told her, kissing her forehead.

''I-I've been doing it for years now, Admiral...'' Stuart bashfully responded, flustered by the simple affection.

''I know, but I feel like I haven't been showing you enough attention recently.'' He said, tucking her head into his shoulder and resting his chin upon her head. ''I've been hanging out with Newcastle and Vampire more than you, and I'm not blind to that.''

''Hanging out in your bed, you mean.'' Stuart dryly commented

He chuckled, sheepish. ''Haha... true, I guess. Still, it's only right I show my appreciation, right?''

Stuart hummed, but the smile on her face told him she appreciated the simple acknowledgement; reminding her that she was a valued member of the fleet despite being far from the strongest. The Destroyer's smile widened a touch when she slipped her hands forwards and he slid his into hers without question, the gentle hand-holding warming their cheeks more.

And also enticed him to lean down and her to lean up, standing up on her tiptoes – allowing their lips to meet. It was a slow, intimate kiss, neither too light nor too deep; just sharing a moment of intimacy. After a few moments they withdrew, drifting apart... only to then lean back in and ignited a second kiss.

''Mm...'' Stuart hummed into the slow kiss – and then yelped as she felt a pair of hands grab her butt. ''H-Hey...''

''Heh, sorry.'' The Admiral chuckled quietly into the kiss, his lips sliding over hers. ''It's finally cool enough to... you know.''

''In your office?'' Stuart murmured, glancing at the door.

It would be far from the first time. Far, far from it. But that didn't mean it was any less embarrassing. Yet the prospect of finally being able to get it on without being left terribly sweaty and overheated was too tempting for either to them to resist, and all it took was a few slow gropes of her butt to convince Stuart that yes, there was no better time than now. Thus with only a little hesitation Stuart slid one hand up to the back of his neck and pulled him down into a kiss – one much more deep than those previous, her lips mashing up against his with clear intent. Smiling into the passionate kiss the Admiral groped her ass, feeling her small but perky rear through her brown shorts and pulling her waist against his.

A moment later they broke apart from the intense kiss, panting lightly. The two of them shared a look and blushed in unison, and with a bashful grin the Admiral took Stuart by her wrist and pulled her away from her desk and over to his own. The brunette didn't resist, her cheeks retaining their rosy hue as she he eased himself down into his chair and guided her onto his lap, her legs ending on either side of him.

Their lips met before either could speak; both of them groaning into the kiss as they continued their spontaneous make-out session. The Admiral eagerly let his hands climb up her stomach, taking the time to feel it up and admire her flat belly before creeping his hands further up, eventually reaching her blue crop-top – and then wasting no time in hiking it up. To his delight, she wasn't wearing a bra.

Stuart's cheeks burned as his hand cupped her right breast, pinching her pinkish nipple between his thumb and index finger. ''I-I didn't wear one 'cause I thought it'd be hotter today...''

The Admiral just grinned, releasing her nipple and groping her breast proper. Stuart may be on the smaller side, her size somewhere between a B or C-cup, but that didn't mean he paid any less attention to her chest. Something he reminded her of by shifting his other hand up as well, both hands fondling her small but soft tits with growing lust, massaging them more than he was squeezing them.

Stuart moaned at the feeling, squirming slightly in his lap as he played with her breasts – leaning back in with a whispered groan. Their lips touched a moment later and meshed together, the deeper, more lustful kiss muffling their mutual groans as she started rocking her hips. There was little friction and she wasn't truly grinding on him, but the motion alone reminded them of when she had done that, and that thought was all that was needed to turn them on.

''Mm...'' Stuart slipped her right hand down, her left soon joining it – both working together to unbuckle his belt.

The familiar jingling sound aroused the Admiral, and with a groan he released her breasts and reached down with his own hands, helping her along. Between the two of them they had it unbuckled and got his pants unzipped within moments, prompting Stuart to lift herself up and off his lap so he could shove his pants down, revealing his slowly-hardening cock. She blushed at the sight, one hand coming down to grasp his length and slowly stroking it, her hand soft as she held it.

Groaning at the gentle pleasure the Admiral leaned back into his chair, gazing at Stuart as the brunette bobbed her wrist. She was swift to distract him with a kiss, devouring his bubbling groan and prodding his lips with her tongue, instantly tempting him to slip his own tongue out; their tongues meeting and warring between their mouths, their sealed lips muffling their mutual moans.

''Mm...'' The Destroyer hummed into the kiss, pushing into it – before breaking it off with a gasp. ''Hah...''

Their eyes met and Stuart blushed, smiling bashfully as she shifted back – sliding down his legs until she was sat on the floor. The new spot provided ample room for her to shift between his legs, grasping his pants and pulling them down to his ankles; leaving nothing to stop her from grabbing his dick and taking it into her mouth.

''Hah- ohh...'' The Admiral groaned in bliss, tilting his head back – unable to ignore the breathy warmth that enveloped the head of his cock, and then slid down it, taking more of it into her mouth.

Blow-jobs were far from new to Stuart, having given him dozens upon dozens throughout the years – and that skill showed as she continued pumping his dick whilst she sucked upon the tip, knowing the double stimulation made it more intense for him. A fact proven true when he grasped the arms of his chair with a groan, unable to take his eyes off of the brunette Destroyer as she swirled her tongue around the tip.

Then Stuart shifted her hand slightly, moving it more to the base – and then easing herself deeper down. Her lips grazed over his hard length and she tilted her head in such a manner that the tip pushed out her cheek, bulging it lewdly before she pursed her lips around his meat and sucked back up to the the tip, nearly kissing said tip before pushing herself right back down it; slowly giving him head.

''Mmph... Mm...'' Stuart didn't maintain the slow pace for long; spending a moment to spit a little on the tip and let it dribble down his girth.

Then she shut her eyes, and went down on him. Her lips went down his shaft until they touched her fingers and then she sucked right back up to the tip, humming around his cock as she sucked it. She tilted her head this way and that, her tongue lashing at his shaft as she bobbed her head up-and-down, each suck becoming a wet slurp thanks to the saliva she drooled onto it, uncaring of the slight mess she made on her hand in the process.

The Admiral endured the pleasurable sensations with low groans and shuddering grunts, keeping his hands on either side of him – knowing she didn't like it rough, unlike Vampire or Newcastle who wouldn't mind when he shoved them down his shaft. Still he couldn't resist the urge to thrust his hips up lightly, eliciting muted grunts or gags from Stuart as his cock poked the back of her throat, prompting his lover to suck his cock a little stronger in return.

''Hah... o-ohh...'' He shuddered when she tilted her head again, causing the swollen tip of his cock to slide along her wet cheek – until she held his cock and tugged it back into position, grunting as the tip hit the back of her throat.

The Destroyer then let go of his dick, both hands coming to rest on his thighs and squeezing them as he bobbed her head up-and-down, her sucks becoming audible slurps as she moved. The occasional grunt or groan interspersed her slurps, joined by his own rising moans as she sped up, her tongue hot as it pressed against the underside of his shaft and teased it with the hot wet appendage.

And faster than he expected it he felt a distinct heat race up his cock. It was as sudden as it was intense, extracting a gasp from the Admiral as he tensed up, fruitlessly trying to hold back his orgasm – to enjoy her blow-job for longer. However Stuart was relentless, sucking and slurping his cock relentlessly and frying his nerves with her sensual lips, each pursed-lipped suck spreading bolts of pleasure up his shaft, heightening the heat within it; until at last he peaked.

''Hah!''

''Mmph?!'' Stuart's eyes widened as several thick spurts shot into her mouth, splattering over her tongue in hot streaks.

The Destroyer got over her surprise a moment later, and with an embarrassed moan grabbed the bottom-half of his dick and jerked him off quickly, helping coax out his cum – swallowing all that went down her throat. His orgasm rapidly waned and his cock buzzed with bliss, her mouth so hot it felt like his dick was going numb from the pleasure.

And then at last Stuart stopped, gave one more suck back up to the tip, and let his cock spring out of her mouth. ''Hah... haah...''

The Admiral relished the cute expression on her face; her lips parted as she panted and her cheeks flushed red, both from their act and her own arousal. Then she glanced up, meeting his gaze with her bright blue eyes and blushing darker, yet a shy smile quivered across her lips as she rose back up to her feet, standing before him.

''One sec...'' Stuart breathed, reaching down and unbuckling the belt of her shorts, tossing it onto the floor.

A quick undoing of the buttons later and her shorts came loose, allowing Stuart to push them down her creamy legs. Despite having been naked before him more times than either could count, she still blushed darkly as her simple white panties were exposed, her underwear tight-fitting and emphasising her hips. After a second she removed them too, tucking her thumbs under the elastic waistband and letting them fall to the floor with her shorts, exposing her womanhood to his aroused eyes.

Only then did Stuart step out of her brown shorts, bashful as she turned around and then eased herself down onto his lap; bottomless and with her top still pushed up over her breasts. The Admiral savoured the sight, one hand coming to rest on her smooth thigh whilst his other held her defined hip, guiding her into position on his lap; sitting reverse-cowgirl. His cock was hard and she undoubtedly felt its heat against her ass, tempting Stuart to lift her hips up a little.

The Admiral was the one to make the move; grasping his dick and bending it forwards slightly, allowing Stuart to ease herself down – and both of them shuddered as the swollen head pried her pussy lips apart, before at last the Destroyer sunk down his cock. She enveloped the head first and his shaft swiftly followed, her vaginal walls clenching around his intruding cock and holding it tightly, her walls hot and wet against his meat.

''Mm!'' Stuart pursed her lips and tightened around him, shivering. ''H-Haah... doing it in this position...''

''Feels erotic?'' The Admiral offered with a cheeky grin.

Stuart blushed, looking aside with a slight smile. ''...yeah.''

The Admiral chuckled, slipping his right hand into hers and squeezing it, his other hand holding onto her hip – guiding her as she eased deeper down. She was still as tight as ever, his cock inching into her pussy bit by bit until eventually he managed to fit it all inside her, her butt soft as it pressed against his pelvis.

They released a relieved breath together, taking a moment to just enjoy the feeling. His cock twitched and throbbed within her and her walls pressed down upon his cock in response, the subtle twitches and shudders of their body only turning each other on more. Until soon Stuart couldn't endure it, and with a soft groan she started to move.

''Ah... ahh...'' The Destroyer panted softly as she lifted herself up a few inches before easing herself back down, his cock sinking into her wet folds with only minor resistance.

The Admiral pursed his lips, restraining a moan and instead pressing his lips against her neck, kissing her. Stuart mewled at the slow kiss and lolled her head to one side, tempting him to lean over her shoulder and kiss her, the two of them making out with muffled moans. His left hand came up to grope at her breast, squeezing it slowly and adding to Stuart's arousal, her moans taking on a softer, whinier quality.

With each passing moment the brunette got more confident, loosening up enough that she could move more actively – groans bubbling up off of her tongue as his cock slipped halfway out before she pushed back down. The head of his cock pushed and pressed against her innermost parts, the deep penetration never failing to make Stuart mewl and pus herself back down again.

''Mm, Mm~'' The Destroyer's butt impacted his pelvis each time she dropped down his dick, enveloping it in her honeyed inner walls.

Their position was compromising, dangerous even; should anyone walk in through the front doors of his office they'd get a blatant view of Stuart's bared chest, yet neither of them could muster the urge to stop or even to simply cover her chest. Instead the Admiral took the time to pay attention to her breasts, his right hand slipping out of hers and coming up to fondle her other tit, teasing her with every slow grope and rub.

And at the same time he started to thrust up into her more, his hips lifting up off the chair and impacting her cute butt, driving his pulsing cock deep into her. Stuart gasped, grasping the arms of the chair and pushing herself back down, getting him in deep before she jerked back up again, repeating the hasty, passionate movement and coaxing mutual moans out of both of them.

''Ahh, A-Admiral...!'' She gasped, tightening around his girth.

He merely groaned in reply, pulsing against her clenching insides, the friction growing intense. Rapidly he could feel himself coming undone, thrusting himself up into Stuart's quivering folds, their flesh smacking together loudly and in a quick, slapping tempo, the force behind their motions leaving Stuart's butt slightly numbed from the impacts.

''Hah, Admiral...!'' She gasped.

''Me too...!'' He groaned, squeezing her hips and thrusting up.

Stuart pursed her lips, mewling through them as she dropped herself down his dick, the friction hot and intense-

-until he slipped a hand around and rubbed her clit, the unexpected pleasure coaxing a gasp up out of Stuart, and pushing her over the edge. ''Hya~!''

The Admiral moaned as she tightened around him, searing his cock – and at last coaxing out his orgasm, a rush of relief shooting up his cock as he came inside his brunette lover. Stuart pushed herself down onto his cock, whimpering as his cum spurted into her and painted her inner walls white, making an absolute mess within her. Every clench of her insides squeezed more out of him, the sensation adding the icing to Stuart's orgasm.

Their mutual climaxes waned slowly; dragged out by how Stuart rocked her hips back-and-forth, stirring his dick around her honeyed inner walls. Soon though their stamina waned and they couldn't keep moving any longer, a mutual groan escaping the two of them as they went slack, panting and gasping.

''Ah...'' Stuart leaned back into him. ''I love you, Admiral...''

He smiled, kissing her cheek. ''Love you too.''

Stuart giggled breathlessly, movement drawing her eyes ahead – and both of them froze as the door creaked open, revealing the smiling face of Newcastle beyond.

''Master, if you intend on doing such lewd acts in the office, please remember to lock the door beforehand, alright?''

''Aha... s-sure thing, Newcastle...''

[END]