A/N: A wholesome Asashio fic; haven't done one of them in a while.

Enjoy~

Admiral's Reward

Like many days beforehand, the Admiral found himself at work in his office.

Or at least, he was supposed to be working. Instead he found himself laying face-down on said desk, groaning tiredly – his pen abandoned just a few feet away from his hand. Weeks of preparing for the inevitable Christmas chaos had left him drained, and the lack of sleep didn't help either; just keeping his eyes open when he was so tired was a challenge in and of itself.

The weather didn't abate his weariness either; the sky outside grey and pouring with freezing rain, snow just a few degrees away. If it was snowing then at least he could get some festive cheer from the dull weather, but as it stood the rain just made it feel depressing. Though he did at least try and be a bit more upbeat when his subordinates dropped by to deliver documents; going right back to being tired the second they left.

''Admiral! You have to keep working, please!''

Of course, one subordinate in particular was privy to his tiredness. His wife and secretary, Asashio.

''I'm too tired~'' The Admiral mumbled into the desk.

Asashio sighed, marching up to his side and putting her hands on her hips – posing a decidedly cute figure. ''I know that, Admiral, but this work needs to be done! Just a little more and we're done until lunch.''

The Admiral just whined, face-down on the desk. Asashio was used to his antics by now however, sighing and looking around, her cheeks turning a cute rosy hue.

''If... if you do all your work...'' Asashio mumbled embarrassedly. ''I'll wear something special for you tonight, after dinner.''

Her offer worked; scribbling soon filling the office as he went right back to work with vigour.

Seeing that Asashio just sighed exasperatedly, yet a fond smile still curled at her lips as she went off to get the rest of the things needing signed, her silver wedding ring gleaming in the dim lighting.

X-x-X

Hours passed, and as agreed the Admiral got all of his work done – in record time too, much to Asashio's embarrassed exasperation.

However his wife held up her end of the deal; retreating to their room to get changed, leaving him alone in the living room. He didn't mind, taking the time to tidy up some items they had left lying around and putting them away. Both of them shared the house and had since they had gotten married a while ago, and with the festive season ongoing they had spent a good few late nights dressing their house up with Christmas decorations; contributing partially to his tired state during work.

The Admiral's mind was focused not on the clean-up job, though, but on his wife. The two of them had discovered their mutual love of dressing-up, and Asashio had a sizeable collection of outfits, many of which were used for more lewd purposes. Which left him shifting in anticipation, trying to guess what outfit she would pick out. Would it be a bunny-girl leotard? A skimpy bikini, or a too-small outfit? Just an oversized shirt and no more, or only her underwear? Maybe nothing at all? He shivered at the lewd possibilities.

And as if summoned by his thoughts the bedroom door clicked open, and the familiar gentle footsteps of Asashio came down the hallway towards the living room. The Admiral had been adjusting the curtains when he heard it, immediately prompting him to turn around and take a few steps in her direction, laying his eyes upon her just as he did so. And he wasn't disappointed by her outfit.

A Santa outfit.

It was a fairly simplistic one, but one that fitted Asashio nicely. The smooth, lightly-fluffy red dress stretched from her demure chest down to her mid-thigh, black stockings covering the rest of her slim legs. Red arm-warmers hugged her arms and bore a white fluffy trim to them, matching the white fur covering the hem of her dress. A Santa hat with a bell on the end rested atop her head but was slightly oversized, causing it to cover most of her head and forcing her to constantly adjust it.

Asashio blushed at his gaze. ''...does it look nice?''

The Admiral grinned, closing the distance and wrapping his arms around her – smooching her cheek. ''Definitely~''

In response Asashio went red in the face, a cute, shaky smile curling at her lips before she leaned her head back. He knew a sign when he saw it and leaned down, kissing her full on the lips and muffling her pleased sigh, encouraging the demure Destroyer to wrap her arms around his shoulders. Due to the height difference he had to lean down a bit, but fixed that by grabbing her butt and picking her up – earning a muffled moan from his wife before she wrapped her slim legs around his waist.

Shuddering with arousal the Admiral carried her over to the couch, slowly easing himself down with her on his lap. Asashio quickly took advantage of the position, moaning into his mouth and rubbing his shoulders idly, her lips parting away from his before she kissed him again, barely giving either of them a chance to breathe. In response his own hands began to wander, his fingers squeezing and rubbing her ass idly before moving to her thighs.

''Mmph~'' Asashio quivered at the feeling, their lips briefly breaking apart. ''I only just put it on, and you're being so lewd...''

The Admiral unashamedly grinned at her, cheeky. ''You look too cute to resist.''

Asashio just flushed lightly, hiding how flustered the simple compliment made her by kissing him, muffling her quiet whine. The slow smooching of their lips rung in the silence, his hands working their way up to her chest before he pulled the front of her dress down, allowing him to cup her small boobs – no bra to hide them. While Asashio didn't have much in the chest department her boobs were still doughy-soft, her pink nipples equally soft as he flicked them about and coaxed out more cute moans from his wife.

Their lips broke apart with a mutual exhale, her warm breath tickling his lips. Then Asashio happened to shift about, gaze flickering south as she felt something hard rub her thigh. She glanced back up at him and blushed a darker red hue, sliding her right hand down his chest and quickly grabbing the zipper of his pants, pulling it down with a low buzz. His cock practically sprung out and slapped against her hand, worsening the dark blush on her cheeks but failing to stop her from grabbing his cock, stroking it with quick bobs of her wrist.

''Mn...'' The Admiral shivered in pleasure. ''Asashio...''

A kiss silenced him; muffling his groan too when she licked his lips. He parted his lips and Asashio boldly pushed her tongue into his mouth, the slick appendage sliding over his teeth before finding his tongue, tempting him to fight back with his own tongue .At the same time she began to jerk him off more, shifting her position so his swelling cock was between her legs and near her crotch, the heat of her body adding to his pleasure.

The Destroyer stroked him off fast, her hand audibly slapping against his pelvis as she bobbed her hand up-and-down his length, before slowing down to a more teasing stroking pace. She alternated between the two speeds, riling him up with one only to make him simmer with the other – until soon Asashio stopped altogether, breaking off their stream of kisses too. Instead she blushed and shifted backwards, sliding off the couch and pushing her face into his crotch.

''Ahh...'' The Admiral twitched as her breath washed over his cock. ''Asashi- ohh...''

Wet lips kissed the tip, sliding over it a moment later as she took him into her warm, wet mouth. Asashio had given him head more times than he could count and was very skilled at it, something that his wife reminded him of as she slid her lips down his length. Her tongue wasn't idle either; the wet appendage stroking the sides of his length or lapping at the underside of it, wetting it with her saliva and making her muffled exhales feel all the more hot against his cock.

With red cheeks Asashio laid her hands on his thighs, pushing her head further down. Intimately he felt his cock slide over her tongue and down her throat, her lips sucking on his cock as she slid back up to the tip. Asashio didn't take her eyes off him as she did it either, gaze peering up at him as she slid her lips down his dick. In response he laid a hand on her head, threading his fingers into her black hair and knocking her hat off in the process, though neither minded in that instant.

''Mmph...'' Asashio slurped back up to the tip, letting his cock spring out – rapidly jerking him off instead. ''Does it feel good?''

''Mm...'' The Admiral agreed breathlessly.

Asashio smiled lovingly, smooching the tip and rubbing her cheek up against his cock .She looked him in the eye again, holding his stare as she slipped her tongue out and stroked the tip all over with her tongue, lapping up the pre-cum that wetted the tip. Then with one last smooch she took him back into her inviting mouth, moaning as she deep-throated him with only minor difficulty, grunting and gulping down her own saliva as she sucked his dick.

Shudders of pleasure began to creep up his spine, his cock pulsing and throbbing against Asashio's tongue. His breathing grew tight and quick, air struggling to get into his lungs easily as Asashio bobbed her head more and more vigorously. She squeezed his thighs in response, quiet grunts escaping his petite wife as she did her best, his cock easily managing to plunge down her tight throat each time.

''Mm... ghk... slrp...'' Asashio's lips were slick with saliva, smearing it along his girth as she moved.

''Ah... yeah, just... Mn...!'' The Admiral gently gripped the top of her head. ''I'm almost there...''

Asashio just grunted in acknowledgement, her tongue tickling the underside of his swollen cock and her saliva trickling down his pulsing length. The pressure within his burning-hot cock grew and grew, the need for release rapidly becoming an inevitability. He tried to hold back, to enjoy the wet lips sliding along his dick, but the pleasure overwhelmed him and he rapidly found himself unable to handle it.

And in a matter of moments, his orgasmic high hit. ''M-Mn!''

He pushed Asashio all the way down his cock just as he came, muffling his wife's slight gag and cumming straight down her throat. Asashio got past her surprise quickly, moaning around his length and giving it a good hard suck, swallowing his cum load easily. His hand kept her pinned against his crotch, somewhat blocking her airways as he just blew his load, lost in the moment.

Until she tapped on his hand, prompting him to loosen his hold. Asashio exhaled as she slid her lips up and off his cock, panting but still having the energy to grab his dick and jerk him off – licking the tip and swallowing the small spurt she managed to coax out.

''Ah...'' The Admiral twitched at the feeling.

The Destroyer took notice, smiling lovingly at him and stopping. She began to reach over to the table to grab some tissues but he grabbed her arm, sharing a silent look with her that conveyed his desire for more – and so with a blush Asashio abandoned her attempts at cleaning up, opting instead to slide up and straddle his waist, her breathing quick and heavy as she reached under her dress. A quick tug got her festive-patterned red panties around her knees, and with his help she stepped out of them; kicking them off her ankles and leaving them on the floor.

Immediately the Admiral pulled the front of her dress up, revealing her glistening-wet sex; her folds puffy with want. He smiled at the sight and ran his fingers along her slit, eliciting an embarrassed moan from his wife – tempting him to seal her lips with his own, devouring her moan of pleasure as he began to stroke her a little. His fingers found her clit and he drew circles around it, listening to her gasp and shudder against him; and when he flicked her clit her stomach grew taut.

''M-Mn~'' Asashio quivered, reaching down and grabbing his cock. ''Admiral...''

The want in her voice was audible, tempting him to stop teasing her smooth pussy – instead holding onto her hips. Asashio smiled and leaned back a bit, cheeks aflame as she guided his cock to her dripping entrance – and with a soft moan she impaled herself down upon him, her lower lips spreading for his cock. Searing heat squeezed his intruding shaft, smothering him with her wet heat and taking his breath away in an instant.

Asashio pursed her lips together, moaning quietly as his cock filled her tight pussy up. As always it was something of a snug fit thanks to her petite frame, yet the feeling of fullness inside of her melted away any pain she felt – her eyes fluttering back open and finding his gaze. The Destroyer managed a shy smile for him, rubbing his shoulders as she leaned in and kissed him, muffling their mutual moans as she began to move.

''Mmph~'' Asashio held onto him tighter as she worked her hips, sliding halfway up his cock and then pushing all the way back down, embracing his cock with her slick insides.

The Admiral groaned back into her mouth, squeezing her thighs and helping her move. Her pussy felt heavenly around his cock, constantly seizing up and smothering his shaft in ways that left him breathless. His hands briefly crept up to her chest and fondled her small boobs before returning to her hips, lust compelling him to help pull her up-and-down his dick, hitting her deepest parts with soft smacks of skin-on-skin.

His fingers crawled along her hips around to her ass, digging into her soft butt and heaving her up – leaving it to Asashio to push herself down. She broke off the kiss and shoved her face into his shoulder, moaning deeply as he throbbed inside her womanhood, her slick inner walls conforming to the shape of his length. The sensation encouraged him to thrust his hips more, grunting and groaning as he felt the tip impact her innermost parts, each thrust making her alluring body jolt and tense up.

''Mm, Admiral~'' Asashio mewled his name, bouncing on him faster – pushing past her own pleasure to move as quick as her hips would let her.

It also made her tighten up more around his dick, her clenching warmth melting his mind and making him groan, bucking his hips up. His cock hit her sweet spot and she yelped, her cheeks rapidly darkening as she made such an embarrassing sound – but any embarrassed sounds were muffled by a kiss to her chin. Asashio tilted her head back a little and allowed him to claim her lips, both of them moaning into the kiss as he bucked his hips up more, finding a quick rhythm that matched her own.

Slick squelching sounds graced their ears as he entered her sex, the lewd slapping of their skin partially muffling the sound. Repeatedly they broke off the kiss and gasped in air only to initiate another kiss moments later, moaning into each other's mouths as they fucked so intensely. Asashio's grip on his shoulders grew tighter and he could tell she was getting close, her pussy quivering around his cock as their lower parts slapped together.

''Hah...'' He exhaled a quick breath. ''Asashio, keep going...''

''M-Mm...!'' Asashio nodded jerkily, moaning as she leaned back a bit – rolling her hips forth more vigorously. ''Mn, Admiral, Admiral...!''

Rapidly Asashio alternated between bouncing her hips, moving them in circles or sliding them back-and-forth, her tightening insides wringing his cock as she tried to coax out his orgasm – and when she suddenly lifted and dropped herself down his cock, the Admiral came undone.

''Gh-!'' He bucked his hips up and came in an instant, shooting hot ropes of cum into his wife's pussy.

The sudden creampie elicited a shrill squeal form Asashio, her body buckling forwards before she immediately began grinding her hips back-and-forth, gasping into his neck as she chased her own orgasm – before with a cute cry she climaxed too. Her inner walls spasmed and clenched wildly around his throbbing cock, squeezing the cum out of him as her own honey dribbled down his length, their fluids mixing as they seeped out of her sex.

''Mm...'' Asashio rocked her hips with a whimper, her movements slowing. ''Ahh...''

The Admiral groaned back, rubbing her ass. Asashio finally stopped moving a few moments later, instead just laying against his chest with a breathless look of content, her eyes shut. No words were said but both felt the buzzing pleasure working its way through their systems, their bodies shivering and trembling against one another.

''Asashio...'' He murmured, kissing her cheek.

His wife moaned, tilting her head until their lips met, both of them sharing a deep kiss. Slowly he curled his fingers around her perky butt and lifted her up his cock inch by inch, eliciting a muffled moan from Asashio as his cock slid out of her dripping pussy – the tip soon springing free. She shuddered and lifted herself up onto her knees, mewling under her breath as she climbed off his lap and bent herself over the back of the couch next to him, her Santa dress slipping down as she shot him a demure, wanting look.

The Admiral complied with lustful enthusiasm, moving behind her. One hand landed on her perky ass and groped it whilst his other held his cock and lined himself up with her asshole, making her tense up – before with a sigh of bliss the Admiral pushed into her, letting his cock get swallowed up by her searing heat. Asashio gripped onto the back of the couch with a gasp of her own, back arching and defining her shoulder blades all the more, a cute moan of pleasure escaping her parted lips.

''A-Ah~'' She didn't even try to hide the lewd sound; cheeks afire as she made it.

With a tight smile he grabbed onto her hips, hissing out a tight breath as he pushed in more – sliding into her ass until his pelvis bumped against her butt. Asashio clenched tight around him, lovingly squeezing his girth and enticing him to start moving nigh-instantly, his cock sliding partway out of her asshole before he pushed back in again. With how tight she was it was a challenge to move but that didn't stop him, lustful determination welling up inside him as he pumped into his wife's ass.

''Mn... ah...'' The Admiral grunted into her ear, his thrusts quickening. ''Asashio... relax a little...''

Asashio mewled, her tight ass clenching in response. He just groaned and rubbed her thighs as he pumped into her, doing it slow enough to give her time to adjust. And it gradually worked, her vice-like insides relaxing enough he could move more freely, his pelvis smacking against her perky ass over and over again – eliciting a seemingly-endless stream of hot moans and quivering mewls from his wife, her asshole tightening and relaxing at erratic intervals.

Slowly he ran his hands up her sides, hiking her dress up slightly so he could squeeze her sides – relishing the cute moans he squeezed out of his wife. Asashio got him back, mewling cutely as she pushed her ass back and impaled herself upon his swollen cock, clenching him tight with her asshole and sending waves of electric pleasure down his cock; the tight friction melting his mind and making him addicted to the movement.

''Hah... A-Admiral...'' Asashio's grip on the couch grew tighter. ''I-I'm nearly... ahh...''

Smacking skin answered her, a hot moan escaping Asashio's lip as he pounded her tight ass – her small butt jiggling from the force of his rapid thrusts. His left hand gripped onto her hip strongly and his right went between her thighs, eliciting a sharp gasp from Asashio as she felt his fingers probing her sex; before said gasp melted into a whining moan as he jammed three fingers into her womanhood, finger-fucking her powerfully.

''M-Mm!'' She clenched around his cock. ''Ah, y-yes...! It feels... t-too... K-Kyaa!''

With a sharp cry of bliss Asashio orgasmed on his fingers, squirts of honey gushing around his digits just as her asshole smothered his shaft with her clenching heat. The sudden, unbearable tightness immediately pushed him over the edge with a gasp of pure bliss, his cock slamming into Asashio's ass as he came inside her rear – ropes of cum splattering deep inside her, heightening her own orgasm.

He could barely even thrust with how tight she became, his hips jerking back-and-forth only slightly before he just buried his cock deep inside her, groaning as he humped her from behind.

''Hah... haah...'' The Admiral slowed his thrusts down to a stop with a strained groan. ''Mn...''

Beneath him Asashio moaned, quivering as he reared his hips back and pulled out of her asshole. Clenching warmth gripped his cock as he pulled out, determined to not let him leave, but he managed to pull out regardless and collapse down onto the couch with a spent sigh, his cock slowly going soft after multiple back-to-back orgasms.

Asashio limply slid down onto the couch next to him with a moan of content, face buried in the couch.

The Admiral smiled at that. ''Enjoy it?''

A happy moan answered him.

Safe to say, Asashio added the Santa outfit to her collection without hesitation.

[END]