A/N: And thus like AK-74M, this is the second fic this month involving a character who, at the time of posting, wasn't even released. The lewding cannot be stopped~ I wanted to do more of a 'love at first sight' idea since I don't think I've done that trope yet, too~
(And if it turns out I was completely wrong and it wasn't New Orleans, then... oh well~ A lewd is a lewd, yes~?)
Enjoy~
At First Sight
''Is the welcoming party prepared?''
''Yes, Commander. Illustrious is currently working with Saratoga to finish up the last of the preparations~''
The Commander smiled at the news and bid his secretary, Hood, a thanks. The blonde returned the smile and brought her teacup up to her lips, taking a little sip as they walked side-by-side through the base, taking the most direct pathway towards the docks.
It was a sunny afternoon for a walk, though that wasn't the purpose of him taking his secretary out of the office. Instead the reason why was simple; they had a new arrival coming to base fresh from HQ – a Heavy Cruiser from the Eagle Union, going by the name New Orleans. Quite naturally a lot of the Eagle Union girls at the base were excited to meet her, some eager and others nervous about how she might be; what her attitude or her personality would be like. If Baltimore and the other Heavy Cruisers were any indication, however, she would be on the more friendly side.
A thought that the Commander kept in mind as he and Hood crested the seawall, their boots tapping down against the concrete stairs. Ahead of them a small crowd had formed, chatting avidly and excitedly with someone within the huddled crowd, the forms of Baltimore and Bremerton merrily chatting with someone and laughing over it. That was until the dozen or so ships present noticed his arrive, and with a semi-formal greeting made some space for he and Hood.
''New Orleans?'' Hood called out.
''Ah, that's me...?'' A soft, mature voice called out.
The Commander laid eyes on the source, and froze as he met her eyes – losing the ability to breathe momentarily. Greyish-blue eyes stared back into him own, enamouring him with their shade; movement tempting his gaze down to her pale lips, watching them part and purse, forming no sound. Grey hair was tucked to the side gracefully, a slight breeze ruffling her thigh-length black dress. His gaze slid over her ample bust and to the dark blue shrug she wore, the long sleeves hiding her lithe arms and ending with black gloves to hide her hands. Black thigh-highs hugged her thighs, emphasising their softness with how they dug in slightly, his gaze soon flickering up to meet her eyes once more.
She was beautiful. So much so he could've stood there all day just staring at her.
The others with them however didn't share the same desire, and after several moments of silence Hood not-so-subtly nudged him with her elbow. ''Commander?''
''Ah?'' He blushed lightly, coughing. ''Sorry, sorry.''
''Oh, um, it's fine.'' New Orleans's own cheeks grew an attractive red hue, earning a snicker from Bremerton as the busty cruiser nudged her. ''It's nice to meet you, Commander. I'm New Orleans; I look forward to working with you.''
The Commander pushed down his embarrassment and offered a hand, taking hers in it and giving it a firm shake. ''And I look forward to working with you too. Baltimore, can you show her to the dorms and give her a tour? I'll finish getting her paperwork sorted and we'll work out sorties later.''
''Sounds good, Commander~''
X-x-X
Well over a month passed. New Orleans adjusted to her newfound home well, making friends and serving the fleet well during sorties.
All throughout that time the Commander's sudden enamoration with her didn't wane one bit. If anything his spontaneous attraction only grew by the day – only growing when Hood suggested New Orleans be his secretary until they were more familiar. It was standard procedure for him to assign the new girl as his secretary, both for the purposes of getting to know them and guiding them into their newfound duties, so for him to refuse would be seen as unusual. Thus, New Orleans became his secretary until further notice... which meant they spent pretty much every day in each other's company.
And it drove him insane. It took a conscious effort to not just rest his head on his hand and gaze at the busty cruiser from across the room as she scribbled someone on a document, brow furrowed with determination and lips cutely pursed with focus. It didn't hurt that New Orleans was attractive in both body and mind, her soft-spoken personality backed by a more firm resolve, reminding him somewhat of Shangri-La when she first arrived at the base. Only unlike the carrier, New Orleans captivated him in ways that could only be described as love-at-first-sight.
Of course he hid that fact from her, but every passing day was harder than the last; the secret begging to be released.
''Haah...'' The Commander sighed, stepping out of the break room with a fresh cup of coffee.
The command building was quiet this late in the afternoon; the sun turning into an amber hue and peering in through the windows facing it. Thus the Commander was bathed in pleasant warmth as he meandered down the hallway, slowing momentarily at the open doors of his office to peek inside, spotting New Orleans. Like always she was behind her desk with a cute frown of focus, scribbling words and signatures down onto the paper with a passion he envied, and sought to emulate.
Dismissing the thought he entered his office as casually as he could. New Orleans glanced up at him but quickly looked back down at her work, her pen slowing noticeably. He paid it little mind however and simply returned to his desk, opting to stand behind it and examining the documents he had laid on it, re-reading the monochrome text with a critical eye; searching for the slightest error within that might give him a headache later down the line.
Just as he signed off on them however, New Orleans called his attention. ''Commander, can you sign off on this ?''
''Sure.'' Without really thinking about it he meandered over, leaving his coffee mug abandoned on the desk.
New Orleans lifted the document in question and leaned back in her seat slightly so he could read it, glancing over the details about a supply thing or something related to it. His gaze however was easily distracted by the cleavage right beneath the piece of paper, one made all the more alluring when New Orleans looked away to grab a pen for him, giving him an unashamed second to peek. He hurriedly looked away and instead took the document from her hand, murmuring a thanks for a pen and signing off on the document.
As he pulled back however he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked again, his gaze running over her forehead and noting the couple beads of sweat there due to the warm temperature, his gaze sliding down to trace her parted lips. Movement made him flick his gaze up to her eyes, embarrassment colouring his cheeks when he locked eyes with her and realised she'd caught him staring.
''Sorry.'' A hurried apology escaped him and he leaned back. ''Got distracted.''
''O-Oh, don't worry Commander.'' The cruiser hastily reassured him.
The Commander just smiled and attempted to return to his own desk, sorely needing some coffee to calm his nerves – only for New Orleans to stand up and grasp him by the wrist, stopping him. ''W-Wait, I...''
She trailed off, silence answering her. The cruiser moved her lips, parting and pursing them several times, before at last she loosened his hold on his wrist with a murmured apology. ''N-No, it's nothing, sorry...''
Simultaneously befuddled and eager to get out of the embarrassing situation the Commander stepped to the side, allowing New Orleans to get past him. In his haste however he ended up stepping into the cruiser's path – their legs hitting and causing them to stumble with mutual yelps, fumbling, grasping at each other to steady themselves. And in the process he ended up pushing New Orleans against the wall, narrowly avoiding banging their foreheads together.
''Ah...''
The Commander tensed, the apology that had been bubbling on his lips dying a swift death – New Orleans's face filling his vision. Their faces were barely an inch apart, lips nearly touching and noses brushing together, the sudden closeness quelling any words. His hands remained on her shoulders even though neither were in any more danger of falling, her own hands resting on his sides and remaining equally as stiff.
Slowly he swallowed, the sound loud in the sudden quiet. Feelings previously suppressed bubbled up to the surface and he couldn't help but soak in her beauty, from her kissable lips to her alluring grey eyes, her hair tickling his forehead. Unconsciously he found himself leaning in, closing the miniscule distance between them with nary a sound to be heard, darkening the blush on New Orleans's cheeks; her lips parting to form a soft, whispered word.
''Commander...''
And then their lips connected in a kiss. It was slow, their lips pressing together and making New Orleans's eyes widen, only to then close shut a moment later – releasing a soft, muffled moan of embarrassment. The sound encouraged him to gradually deepen the kiss, tilting his head slightly and tempting the cruiser to tip her head back more, her lips never leaving his for even a moment – dragging the romantic kiss out for as long as physically possible.
Until soon they had to break apart for air, releasing a mutual breath. Their eyes gazed into each others before once again they leaned in, engaging in another soft kiss, their mutual groans arousing the other and tempting them into a deeper, more purposeful kiss, consciously going with the flow. Gradually his hands left the cruiser's shoulders and he held her waist instead, holding her close as his lips pressed against hers with romantic intent, something New Orleans felt and reciprocated wholeheartedly, pouring her feelings into the kiss.
''Mm... ah~'' New Orleans exhaled as their lips broke apart, leaving both gently panting. ''C-Commander... I...''
''I think I love you.'' The Commander murmured against her lips.
The confession brought a smile to New Orleans's lips, a soft, pretty giggle escaping her lips. ''I like you too, Commander... I have since I first saw you...''
''Seriously?'' He couldn't stop the chuckle that arose from his throat; finding a strange humour in it all, elation rising up his body. ''So did I.''
New Orleans smiled brighter at that, one hand leaving his side and coming to cup his cheek. She said nothing further, silently pulling him down into a kiss – one that the Commander gladly reciprocated, groaning slightly against her lips as he kissed her back. They dragged it out for as long as they could until they had to draw apart for air, panting lightly before then swiftly reconnecting their lips in another kiss, this one even more intimate than those before it.
It felt right; to have his lips on hers and his hands gently rubbing her waist. New Orleans clearly agreed, one of her hand coming to rest on his lower back and pulling his body flush against hers, unintentionally allowing him to feel her plump breasts press against his chest through the layers of fabric separating them. The sensation ignited a more passionate type of love within him, tempting him to break off the kiss and instead bury his face into the crook of her neck, hungrily kissing her creamy flesh and pulling a sweet gasp out of New Orleans, her lithe frame tensing up.
''A-Ah... yes, Commander...'' New Orleans moaned into his ear.
Shivering at the sound the Commander made his way down, kissing down her jugular vein towards her collarbone – kissing hard enough for her to feel but not enough to leave hickeys. Instead he was gentle with her, making sure she could feel his overflowing affection for her as he made his way down, soon reaching her chest. When New Orleans didn't protest he indulged in his mounting passion, his lips touching the top of her tits with a trail of gentle kisses, tugging a mewl out of his newfound lover – her hand coming to rest on the back of his head, holding him close to her bust.
''Mn, Commander...'' A hand touched his crotch, rubbing the slight bulge present. ''Let me...''
The Commander murmured an aroused agreement, leaning back upright and claiming her lips in a kiss, suppressing her own moan of arousal when his left hand came up and groped her breast. At the same time New Orleans palmed his bulging crotch and fumbled about for the zipper, soon tugging it down and allowing the busty woman to snake her gloved hand inside – discovering his cock and tugging it out into the open. The smoothness of her glove made her hand feel all the more erotic as she started stroking him off, a low groan tumbling out of his throat as she got him off, tempting him to kiss his newfound lover with growing passion.
New Orleans reciprocated wholeheartedly, moaning into his mouth and kissing him back. She adjusted her hand several time, getting a feel for his cock before giving it a more firm hold and jerking him off in earnest, tugging it back-and-forth and coaxing moans up out of his throat. Paying her back the Commander shifted his right hand down and reached under her short black dress, pressing his fingers against her panty-clad pussy and coaxing a short gasp out of New Orleans, one that melted into a shaky moan of arousal when their lips reconnected in another kiss.
''Mm... ah... a-ahh...'' New Orleans let her eyes flutter shut as he tucked his fingers around the side of her underwear, his digits sliding over her folds. ''Commander... go on...''
The Commander readily agreed, his fingers pushing past her folds and pumping into her womanhood – earning a soft moan from the cruiser before him, the sound soon muffled as he kissed her lovingly. New Orleans moaned in response and kept jerking him off, her gloved hand sliding along his cock with passionate back-forth jerks. She adjusted her grip again and this time rubbed the tip with her thumb, teasing it and coaxing a stiff grunt out of him. Rocking his hips he gently pumped his cock into her hand, darkening New Orleans's cheeks and earning a demure moan from her throat.
As one they got each other off, his fingers growing more bold as they pistoned in-and-out of her folds, feeling her searing hot insides clamp down around his fingers. He curled them slightly within her, pressing his digits against her walls and earning a soft gasp, one he summarily muffled with a hot kiss – devouring the subsequent moan that tumbled out of the cruiser's throat, her fingers curling up into his hair and holding him into the kiss, dragging it out as she jerked his cock.
Before they broke off the kiss, panting – and he spoke. ''Can I try something?''
''Ah? Sure...'' New Orleans breathed, flustered.
The Commander smiled and kissed her again, distracting her as he tugged his fingers out of her sex and nudged her hand off of his cock. Instead he grasped it and guided it forth, pushing it just under her sex and between her thighs – before with a moan he held her waist, and began to thrust; fucking her thighs.
New Orleans shuddered into the kiss, moaning embarrassedly as his hard cock pistoned between her legs. Helpfully she pressed her legs together, increasing the soft friction against his cock. The Commander couldn't believe he was doing something so debauched but he got off on it, his hips bucking with growing vigour as he plunged his cock between her thighs, his pelvis pressing against hers before he promptly reared his hips back, repeating the motion with vigour.
Any sounds were muted however as the two of them kissed; lips mashing with growing passion, discarding their initial gentleness in favour of more hungry, more loving acts. Her hands ran up his back and around to his front, finding his shirt buttons and hurriedly undoing them one by one. She fumbled and struggled a bit but he didn't mind, rather enjoying the act of thrusting between her thighs, his cock sometimes rubbing against her exposed slit when he adjusted the angle slightly – practically grinding on her sex.
''Mm... ah...'' New Orleans drifted back from the kiss, panting as she finally got his shirt open. ''Commander, stop for a second, please...''
The Commander groaned and obliged, rearing his hips back and letting his cock spring out from between her thighs. The moment nothing was holding her back New Orleans lowered herself down to her knees in front of him, cheeks rosy and an embarrassed smile curling at her lips as she grabbed his dick, jerking it off with renewed vigour. Leaning in the cruiser wasted no time in planting a kiss on the tip, her lips sliding over the head lovingly and then engulfing it; a hot, wet suck punctuating its entry.
Gasping he planted his hands on the wall above her head, leaning over her and releasing a moan when she did it again, her lips sliding back up the head of his cock. A slight smile curled at New Orleans's lips and she licked the tip of his dick repeatedly, slithering her tongue up and around it, smearing her saliva into his twitching tip. The cruiser however was quick to take things further, humming around his length as she went deeper; dragging her lips down his shaft inch by inch, stopping only when the tip hit the back of her throat and made her gag.
''Mmph... ghk... Mm...'' Then with a sensual flourish New Orleans started giving him head, bobbing her head rhythmically back-and-forth with punctuating slick slurps. ''Mhk, gkh...''
The Commander moaned under his breath, shudders of pleasure arcing up his spine and tempting him to grasp her head, holding onto it as she sucked him off. The prior thigh-job and hand-job had already eaten into his stamina and left his dick twitchy, but having his dick in her mouth felt far better than he thought possible – unable to ignore the hot tongue that stroked over the head or pressed against the underside, teasing his girth with the wet heat.
And New Orleans proved to be excellent at giving head; a demure smile on her lips as she tilted her head slightly and brushed her grey hair to the side, giving him an uninhibited view of her face as she blew him. Her hand remained at the base of his cock, still jerking the bottom-half of his cock as she sucked on the top-half, soon popping her lips off his cock entirely and jerking him off with longer, faster strokes; her tongue teasingly licking at the tip. Moments later she engulfed the head once more and went down his dick, mewling around his throbbing shaft as she sucked away.
''Ah... I... I'm close...'' He breathed out, groaning when she popped her lips off and jerked him off quickly instead – her silky-smooth glove just as pleasurable as her bare hand would be, if not moreso. ''Hah... hah...!''
New Orleans replied by swirling her tongue around the tip, her hand bobbing from base-to-tip as she got him off, his swollen cock throbbing within her hand, heat racing up his cock – and then just as it peaked, as the head throbbed, she took her tongue off the tip.
It was too much for him, a sharp moan escaping the Commander as she jerked him off, and he shot his load. New Orleans yelped as a small spurt hit her cheek, preluding the much thicker ropes that splattered over her face in long streaks – splattering across her forehead and cheeks, several thick ropes landing on her lips and chin whilst several smaller spurts fell short and landed on her cleavage, making a mess of her face.
''Mm... ah...'' New Orleans licked her lips clean, shivering. ''You came so much...''
The Commander merely groaned in response, panting from the force of his orgasm and stumbling back a step, putting a hand on her desk to support his weight. Murmuring something unintelligible even to himself he made his way over to his own desk and withdrew some tissues from the box on the edge, handing the bundle over to New Orleans and earning a bashful smile from his love. Using them she cleaned her face and chest up, getting rid of the cum and dumping the now-used tissues into the bin.
And then the moment she was up on her feet again he drew close, one arm wrapping around her waist and luring her into a kiss – muffling her sweet moan. She snaked her arms around his neck and returned the kiss, the couple taking the time to make out and convey their feelings solely through action, pushing and pulling against each other's bodies, an insatiable need arising within them – riled up by the foreplay prior. Something that perhaps tempted New Orleans to break off the kiss, and instead shift over to her desk... and then bent over at the waist, causing her dress to hike up and show off her black underwear.
Shuddering the Commander got behind her, grabbing her panties and pulling them down to her thighs, allowing him to rub his cock against her folds. New Orleans quivered at the sensation and moaned softly in anticipation, leaning forwards on her elbows and with head bowed slightly, demure but eager for what was to come.
She didn't have to wait long, the head of his cock sliding over her slit once, twice, thrice – before at last he pushed inside.
''M-Mm...!'' New Orleans tensed up as his cock pushed in.
The Commander groaned, grabbing New Orleans's hips and easing his cock into her hot pussy, intimately feeling her walls clamp down around his shaft. The sensation was enthralling, tempting him to slowly pull out – feeling her walls tighten around his shaft and encouraging him to plunge back inside her, his pelvis smacking against her peachy ass with a slap. Moaning ever-so-sweetly New Orleans pushed her ass back against him, a mutual shudder lancing through them both as he bottomed out within her, his cock throbbing against her deepest parts.
He didn't stay sheathed within her for more than a moment before pulling back, and with low moans of bliss the Commander repeated the motion. He started slow, not wanting to hurt her, but when New Orleans merely moaned for more he grew more confident, more eager; his hips matching that and rocking with growing speed. The sound of slapping skin began to echo throughout the office as his pelvis clapped her ass, his cock snugly enveloped within her slick sex and coaxing mutual moans out of both of their throats, pleasure making New Orleans bite her bottom lip attractively.
So attractively the Commander couldn't resist; leaning down over her shoulder and kissing her. ''Mm...''
Lips parting in a soft moan New Orleans kissed back, her own hips starting to push back with more fervour – not wanting to be entirely submissive. Releasing a quiet growl of arousal the Commander responded by bucking his hips forth rougher, pounding the cruiser against his desk and drawing a cute gasp from her lips, one summarily muffled by another kiss a second later. Mewling at that New Orleans leaned more upright, one hand on the desk and the other reaching back and clumsily pawing at the back of his head until she found his hair, pulling on it and keeping their lips heatedly mashing together.
''Mmph- haah~! Oh, C-Commander...!'' New Orleans gasped out in a single breath. ''Harder, please, I want- Mm~!''
Her request was accepted with lustful glee; a sharp gasp tumbling out of New Orleans as he stopped holding back. The clasp of flesh grew loud, his cock slamming itself into her tightening tunnel and scraping against her clenching inner walls, the friction so intense New Orleans could only moan, leaning forwards on her elbows once more – taking the rough pounding. A cute squeal escaped her when his right hand daringly went around and groped her breast, his hand dipping into her dress and hefting her tit out just so he could grope it easier.
''Hah... Orleans, I'm...'' The Commander panted into her ear as he kept thrusting, his cock pulsing against her inner walls with every rough, jack-hammering thrust, his pace reaching a crescendo.
''Mn~?'' New Orleans moaned in confusion – until she realised what he was meaning. ''Ah, wait, you can't- ah, not inside- a-ah~''
Too late. The tight, wet flesh smothering his cock pushed the Commander to his limit – and with a sharp groan the Commander blew his load in New Orleans. The cruiser cried out in shock, stumbling forwards; bowing her head and pursing her lips as her own climax hit just a second after his. She gasped in short, laboured breaths, buckling as she felt his seed spurt deep inside her over and over again, filling her innermost parts with his load.
''A-Ah... hah...'' New Orleans panted. ''Commander... it's not a safe day, you dummy...''
''Sorry.'' He kissed the back of her neck. ''Got too into it there.''
New Orleans just sighed exasperatedly, shivering when he pulled his dick out – allowing her to twist around to face him. Her pout lasted for all of a few seconds before she broke out into giggles, her arms snaking around his neck and pulling him down into a kiss.
A kiss that quickly escalated into a second round, her legs wrapping snugly around his waist and pulling him back into her, their bodies pressing and pushing together in the heat of it all.
Safe to say the Commander found a bunch of overprotective New Orleans-class ships on his door the following morning.
[END]
A/N: Also I was half-tempted to do a titfuck scene here too, but I decided that I could do that another time (rather than having thigh sex into blow-job, into titfuck into facial)~