A/N: Honestly never really got the hang of using MG's in GFL. Only recently made a squad for PK and MG5, and for the most part they've been meh, especially on night battles (where I need that AP most).
That aside, enjoy~
Photo Shoots and Wedding Dresses
''Suomi, it's your turn next!''
''A-Ah, right. I'll be there in a minute!''
The Commander hummed lightly and bid the nervous girl goodbye; making his way further down the long hallway lined with makeshift changing rooms, allowing the T-Dolls within to get changed, do their make-up and prepare themselves fully for the small crew of photographers waiting in the studio area.
He had been rather surprised when Helianthus came to him to discuss using some of his subordinates as models for a wedding dress shoot, but when she explained the idea in more detail, he had to admit it made sense. G&K wasn't exactly rolling in money, and when a fashion brand got in contact with them to use their T-Dolls as models, Kryuger had agreed without hesitation.
It didn't hurt that many of the girls were overjoyed at the prospect of putting on wedding dresses, even if only for a short while. Their photos would be shown in magazines and posters for the brand, and while their names would be kept secret for security purposes, the fact they got their faces on such a well-known brand was a point of personal pride for many of them, especially since much of their work usually went unheard of; being a PMC and all.
''Haah...'' Of course, that put him in the position of being the 'manager' of his subordinates, helping them get ready for shoots. And since he knew less than zero about make-up or fashion sense, he relegated that duty to Kalina, who seemed all too happy to help the bustling girls out.
Seeing all the girls acting so happy, however, he couldn't help but smile. Even if they weren't actually getting married they certainly looked like it, and he even caught one or two whispering about maybe getting enough recognition to get suitors. The thought, while amusing, did bring up the question if such a thing would come to pass. If it did, he wouldn't stop it; his subordinates deserved to be happy, and if there was a person out there willing to jump through the hoops just to meet and get to know them, who was he to stop them?
Murmurs up ahead made the Commander look up, his footfalls slowing as he came to a stop outside the doors leading to the main studio area – technically a large storage room, but nobody complained about refitting it to a studio for the time being. The murmuring voices approached and soon it opened, their words becoming audible.
''Thank you for the opportunity.''
''Aha, the pleasure's all mine, Miss PKP. Have a good day.''
PKP dipped her head in a respectful nod to the photographer, stepping out into the hall and only then meeting the Commander's eyes. Her hair was tied up into a high ponytail, the long length of her silver hair giving it a wild, almost-messy look as it spilled down her back to her thighs. Her wild hair failed to hide her inquisitive gold eyes, nor her slim shoulders and collarbone that was fully revealed by her wedding dress. The white skirt of it fell down farther back than the front, exposing her slim legs to him, her right leg clad in a pure white stocking while the left was bare.
And unlike the others, this wasn't PKP's first time wearing that dress.
''Greetings, Commander.'' PKP dipped her head in a slight nod, looking almost regal in her wedding dress; though the faint pink tint to her cheeks betrayed her slight embarrassment.
''Hey.'' The Commander smiled back. ''Everything go well?''
''Of course.'' The MG T-Doll replied nonchalantly; her silver wedding ring glinting in the light as she brushed some hair out of her face. ''Suomi should be next, correct? Would you prefer me to accompany her?''
''No, it's alright.'' He waved off her worry. ''She's more than capable of handling herself; MK23 offered to help too, so there's no need to crowd the studio.''
''Fair enough.'' PKP didn't protest, merely humming as she began strolling down the hall. ''Shall we head back to our room then? I don't fancy staying in this dress for too long.''
The Commander chuckled lightly, following after her. The two walked side-by-side down the long hall before crossing over to the dormitory wing; and only once they were out of sight of the majority of the T-Dolls did PKP allow him to take her hand, her cheeks tinting a little darker as they held hands – a distinctly simple, yet embarrassing thing for PKP. She was never good with simple displays of affection; it was either no affection, or full-on passion, no in-between.
His room came into sight swiftly and without hesitation he unlocked the door with a sweep of his card. PKP strode inside and he followed, the overhead lights flickering on with a flick of a finger.
''Want a drink?'' The Commander asked lightly.
PKP didn't bother replying; simply shooting him a slight smirk that told him all he needed to know. With a soft chuckle of his own he shut his bedroom door and languidly walked over to his mini-fridge, pulling out a chilled bottle of vodka; one of the more premium, and more expensive brands out there. And a personal favourite of PKP's, as he had found out over the preceding months.
Rather than pour it into a glass he simply offered the whole bottle, the neck cold against his grip and quickly becoming slippery with moisture. PKP took the bottle and unscrewed the cap, spending only a single second to shoot him a thankful smirk – before promptly taking a deep drink from it, audible glugging fluttering through the room as the Russian T-Doll drank her fill. And much like M16A1, she could handle her weight in booze and then some.
A trait a lot of the Russian T-Dolls shared, now that he thought about it.
''Ahh~'' PKP exhaled as she pulled the lips off the rim, a little bit of clear liquid running down her chin. ''Thanks.''
The Commander merely smiled, taking the bottle off her and resting it down on the nearest table. His hand came up to cup her chin and the T-Doll blushed lightly as he ran his thumb over it, wiping away the dribble of vodka that had escaped her little pink lips. Even if she always put on a tough and unfeeling facade, he knew deep down how much of a softie she could be.
''Have I told you how good you look in that dress?'' His voice was a low murmur.
''Three times today.'' PKP responded in an equally low tone. ''Fifteen if you count our wedding day.''
''Hmph...'' He smirked, leaning down. ''Not nearly enough then.''
Anything PKP wished to murmur was silenced as he claimed her little pink lips in a kiss, melting her words into a soft, pleased groan. Due to the height difference between them she had to tilt her head back to kiss him, prompting him to lay his free hand on her upper-back, holding her still as their lips gently smacked together; the slow, romantic nature of the kiss sending a slow shiver through them both.
They pulled back for air for only a moment before they were back at it again, their lips meshing together in a heated flurry of smacks and smooches. PKP wasted no time in going for the buttons of his red coat, prompting him to slide his hands down to her sides and moving them even further down, soon dipping them under her skirt. PKP shivered into the kiss but didn't tell him to stop, enticing him to slide down until his hands came to settle on her ass.
''Mmph...'' PKP groaned softly into the kiss, yanking his coat buttons apart with increasing feverishness.
The Commander responded by kissing her more deeply, devouring her soft groans and pushing his tongue against her teeth. PKP near-immediately parted them, moaning lowly as their tongues met in a lustful battle for dominance; squirming and writhing against each other like a pair of lewd snakes. At the same time he gave her small ass a squeeze, eagerly beginning to fondle his wife's ass – her butt small and perky, fitting perfectly into his hands.
''Ah...'' PKP exhaled as their lips broke apart. ''Command- Nn?!''
PKP blushed as he gave her ass a rough grope – and picked her up. On instinct the T-Doll snaked her long legs around his waist, grabbing ahold of his now-open jacket for support. She didn't get the chance to voice her thoughts before he crashed his lips against hers in another kiss, this one more passionate than the last and utterly melting PKP's mind, a pleased groan rumbling from her throat.
They reached the bed in record time, something PKP swiftly found out as the Commander loosened his hold on her ass, lowering her down onto the bed. Reluctantly PKP untangled her limbs and let herself flop down onto the covers, her blush darkening when the Commander immediately dove in and claimed her lips in a kiss, the new position eliminating the height difference issue – allowing her to loop her slim arms around his neck, holding onto her husband as they made out.
''Mm- ahh...'' PKP exhaled as their lips broke apart, both of them left briefly panting – before the Commander dove in and started attacking her slim neck with kisses. ''A-Ah~''
The Commander smirked, squeezing his wife's perky ass as he peppering her jugular with quick kisses, easily making her breathing grow laboured and her face flushed red. He trailed kisses down her neck and along her collarbone, nipping at her flawless skin repeatedly and forcing a cute groan from PKP's lips, her cheeks reddening as he worked his way down to her breasts – wasting no time in pulling down the front of her wedding dress.
PKP was never generous in the chest region, but he always found her small, perky breasts just as enamouring as big ones. And that showed as he immediately leaned down and took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking on the pink nub and forcing a strained groan from PKP's throat, one of her hands grabbing the back of his head and pulling his hair, her lips trembling as he teased her small breast.
''M-Mm... Commander...'' PKP murmured lowly, shuddering when he swirled his tongue around the sensitive nub.
The Commander looked up at her and smirked, gently rolling her nipple between his teeth and eliciting a slight gasp from PKP, her gold eyes immediately flickering aside in embarrassment. He chuckled softly and swapped other to her other nipple, licking it and rolling it between his teeth teasingly, loving all the little reactions his wife made. This was far from their first time together but she was just as submissive as their first time, content to let him take the lead.
Though she had shown how dominant she could be, as he so found out the first time she blew him. She could work wonders with her mouth, and she had no shame in making that known to him when he got too overconfident in his own skills.
Stifling a smirk the Commander shifted slightly between her breasts, kissing and gently nipping at the skin between her small boobs before trailing down, pulling her dress down as he went. PKP groaned, squirming against the bed as he systematically undressed her bit by bit until her wedding dress pooled around her waist. Immediately he went for her taut stomach, smirking as he dragged his tongue along her flat belly; earning himself a low groan from his wife as he teased her.
''Mn... Commander...'' PKP breathed, blushing a demure hue as he ran his hands down her thighs. ''Stop... just teasin' me...''
''Don't act like you're not enjoying this.'' His light tease easily shut PKP up; her cheeks darkening further.
With a soft chuckle he planted one last, extra-wet kiss on her stomach before shifting between her thighs. PKP shivered and grabbed her dress, hiking it up to reveal her snow-white panties that hugged her narrow hips nicely. Instead of going for her underwear however he went for her long slim legs; grasping her left and trailing affectionate kisses up her leg. Her thigh was warm against his lips and he gently nipped at her perfect skin, relishing the stifled gasps or trembling groans that fled PKP's lips, embarrassment mixing with open arousal.
He trailed up until he reached her shin; curling his fingers into her shoe and pulling it off her foot – immediately peppering her foot with quick kisses. At the same time he grabbed her other boot and pulled that off too, dumping them onto the floor behind him and peeling off her single white stocking next; leaving her beautiful legs bare.
''Mn~'' PKP tipped her head back and groaned as he kissed her other foot; trailing slow kisses back down her leg towards her aching womanhood, her arousal easily apparent.
He purposefully slowed down as he neared her thigh, taking his time to kiss, lick and nip at every bit of her skin he could touch. PKP soon grew impatient and simply pulled on his hair, pulling him against her underwear – and immediately mewled as he nipped at her inner thigh, punishing her for her impatience. She held herself back for only a few moments, her desire all too apparent as she blindly shoved her thumbs into her panties and shoved them down her thighs, blushing as her hairless pussy was laid bare to him.
The Commander didn't delay any longer, grabbing her snow-white underwear and yanking them down her thighs – before pushing his head between her slim thighs, and kissing her pussy. His mere touch sent a jolt running through PKP, her low moan of pleasure ringing through the bedroom and enticing him to tease her more, his slow kisses transforming into lustful licks as his tongue explored her smooth folds with increasing intensity.
''Ah... a-ah~'' PKP sucked in a gulp of air and swallowed the saliva in her mouth, her other hand landing on his head. ''Yes...''
Given PKP's small stature it was only natural their first time together had been a bit difficult, not helped by his above-average size. Thus things like foreplay and oral became something both were well-versed in, and it showed – his tongue masterfully licking and lapping at her pussy until the normally-composed PKP was rendered a breathless, gasping mess, her body flush with arousal.
The Commander smirked at that and swiftly took things further, his hands curving around and holding onto her perky ass – before his tongue plunged between her smooth folds. PKP bit her lip but couldn't hide the sharp groan that rumbled from her chest as his tongue squirmed around her insides; exploring and teasing her pussy with lustful intensity. The sensation was so powerful she could do nothing but hold onto his head and push him between her thighs, moaning deeply as her husband ate her out.
''Mm... ahn~'' PKP bent her legs at the knee and raised them up, her toes curling as his tongue weaselled in deeper – swirling around her pussy pleasurably.
He slipped his tongue back out and smirked up at her, planting a deliberately-slow kiss on her pussy before lapping at her womanhood instead, teasing her with his rough, wet tongue. PKP tried to hold back but just having him between her legs licking her aroused the T-Doll more than she'd admit; breathless grunts soon fleeing her pursed lips as she failed to hide her pleasure.
With a soft huff the Commander kissed her clit – before immediately shoving his tongue deep inside her. PKP buckled and moaned, shivering as he affectionately ran his hands up and down her smooth thighs, groping and squeezing her legs whenever they buckled too strongly. In a fit of lust PKP released his head and grabbed the sheets above her with her right hand, gripping onto his hair with her other.
''Ahh... more...'' The prideful T-Doll reluctantly groaned, pulling his hair. ''More.''
The Commander was all too happy to oblige, tongue-fucking her with renewed eagerness. His assault was relentless; alternating masterfully between swirling licks, thrusting jerks or horizontal wiggling. The constant, maddening technique rapidly ate away at PKP's resistance, her embarrassed moans soon flooding the bedroom as she gave into her burning lust, the pleasure in her pelvis too strong to ignore.
He easily sensed her approaching climax, feeling her inner walls quiver and clench erratically around his tongue. The knowledge only enticed him to eat her out more ravenously; tongue-fucking his wife until stifled moans and sweet gasps fled her little lips, gripping his hair tight as he swirled and plunged his tongue into her – until he brought his hand down onto her pelvis, and rubbed her clit.
The single act pushed PKP over the edge – her climax rushing through her like a spasming fire. ''H-Haah!''
With a sharp exhale PKP orgasmed, a wheezing cry stuttering from her parted lips. The Commander eagerly licked and lapped at her pussy, drinking up her sweet honey and prolonging her climax for as long as he could, her thighs locked tight on either side of his head.
Slowly her orgasm subsided and her muscles loosened; and with a breathless groan PKP went slack against the bed, panting and sweaty. He didn't mind; smiling as he sat up on his knees and discarded his jacket and pants, his eyes lustfully roaming over his wife's half-naked body – her wedding dress so ruffled that it reminded him of their wedding night, though back then things were a lot more heated. Lots more smacking pelvises and roaming hands; more carnal passion as they sought to experience as much as they could, whereas now they could take things slower, experiencing each other more intimately.
Partially undressed and out of his heavier clothes the Commander leaned down, capturing PKP's lips in a kiss; stifling the T-Doll's deep moan. She grabbed rough handfuls of his shirt and gladly deepened the kiss further, moaning into his mouth when he teasingly rubbed her soaked pussy; his fingers easily slipping and sliding over her lower lips.
''Mm... c'mon...'' PKP breathlessly muttered, breaking off the kiss – staring up at him with flustered, but demanding eyes. ''Stop stalling...''
The Commander smirked slightly and leaned down, claiming her lips in another kiss – pulling his boxers down at the same time. Without breaking the kiss he tugged them off and got between PKP's slim thighs; his wife opening her legs wider as he got into position. The tip of his ample girth pressed against her slick pussy and both of them shivered, a jolt of arousal shooting through them in unison.
''M-Mm...'' PKP tensed as the tip pushed between her dripping folds – before his cock entered her tight pussy. ''A-Ahh...''
The Commander barely stifled a moan of his own, utter warmth engulfing his cock as he slid inside his wife. Due to the size difference she was immensely tight, her inner walls near-strangling his cock as he pushed inside her, spreading her apart with his shaft as he slowly sunk inside. Despite his own lust he deliberately took things slow, groaning under his breath as more and more of his girth inched inside her glistening-wet pussy.
Tugging on his hair made him glance to PKP's face. She blushed and pulled again, and this time he took the hint; reclaiming her lips in another kiss. Their locked lips helped muffle their mutual groans of pleasure as he sunk inside her, progressively sliding deeper until just over half his ample cock was snugly buried inside his wife's tight pussy. No matter how wet she got there was no getting around the simple size difference; only once they got more into it did she relax enough he could fit himself fully inside her.
''Ahh...'' PKP relaxed just a tiny bit. ''You can... move now, Commander...''
Trusting his wife the Commander grunted in acknowledgement, rearing his hips back. Just as the tip was about to slip out he pushed back inside, forcing a hot groan from PKP's lips as he buried himself deep inside – repeating the slow but infinitely-pleasurable motion several times. Her hands soon slipped from his shoulders and went to his chest, ripping the buttons of his shirt open. Not pulling them open, but outright ripping them from the holes and sending them pinging across the bed, revealing his chest to her.
Without hesitation PKP ran her nails down his chest and around to his back, smirking tightly up at him as she got him back, asserting what little dominance she could when she was bottom. In response he kissed her deeply, devouring her pleased moan and shoving his tongue into her mouth; their tongues writhing against one another as he gradually picked up speed, thrusting into her slick womanhood with smooth rolls of his hips.
''Mmph... Mmph... ahh...'' PKP moaned lowly into his mouth, gently rocking her hips to meet his thrusts.
In response the Commander moved his hips faster, their moans growing louder as he pumped his cock in and out her slick pussy faster and faster. She squeezed him tightly but he still managed to slide more of his considerable girth inside her wet tightness, spreading her inner walls apart with his cock – the pleasurable fullness making it hard for PKP to breathe normally, her hot moans muffled by the kiss.
They broke off from the kiss and an idea struck the Commander; a smirk quick to cross his lips. Without missing a beat he slowed down and grabbed PKP's ass, before rolling them over. His wife blushed as she suddenly found herself on top, his pulsating cock still snugly buried inside her tight pussy.
''Hmph...'' PKP huffed softly, blushing a cute, embarrassed red hue. ''Fine by me...''
Her knees dug into the bed, and with a low groan PKP began riding him cowgirl – low moans slipping off her tongue as she slid up and down his cock. She adjusted to his size enough that she could move more easily, his dick sinking deeper into her womanhood as she bounced up and down, his shaft penetrating her deeper and deeper; until finally the tip of his cock hit her deepest parts.
PKP let out a deep moan of pleasure, her hips slowing for only a few moments before she immediately sped up – bouncing on his cock with passionate rolls of her hips. Her right hand settled on his stomach while her left came up to her face, brushing some messy silver hair from her face as she gazed down at him; her rosy face looking infinitely more beautiful when she was in the process of bouncing on his dick, the angle giving him a perfect view of his dick disappearing between her glistening folds.
''Hah... haah...'' PKP's breathing grew laboured, her small perky boobs heaving with her breaths. ''Commander...''
He understood what she meant, gripping her hips in response and helping her move. PKP groaned approvingly and started grinding her pelvis against his, trembling mewls fleeing her lips as his pulsating cock was stirred around her insides, both of them so close to cumming it drove her mad. Just the thought of being filled up aroused her even more, her hips rocking and bucking with more force as she impaled herself on his shaft.
PKP arched her back more, her gold eyes screwing shut as she felt her insides quiver, her orgasm drawing so close she could feel herself running out of stamina. His cock slipped and slid in and out of her pussy faster and faster, their pelvises audibly smacking together lewdly. When he started bucking his hips up to meet her thrusts PKP couldn't contain her bubbling moans, her throat slowly closing up as she felt her breath grow short, her pussy tingling with divine warmth-
-when the tip of his cock hit a sensitive spot inside her, and she came undone.
''M-Mn~!'' PKP's pursed lips did little to stifle her orgasmic moan, her hips buckling powerfully as waves of pleasure rocked her petite body while she came.
The Commander couldn't contain a moan of his own as PKP tightened around him, her hot inner walls squeezing his throbbing cock tightly – the heavenly sensation immediately pushing him over the edge, a hot jolt racing up his cock. He pulled PKP all the way down his cock and bucked his hips as he came, each rough buck of his hips preluding the rope of cum that shot deep inside his wife's pussy, forcing a carnal moan from PKP's lips.
''M-Mm...'' PKP bit her bottom lip hard; grinding her pelvis against his with breathless rolls of her hips, extracting as much pleasure as she could from the mutual orgasms.
Soon however the blissful warmth died down and their muscles went slack, their orgasms subsiding. PKP's rolling hips slowed and she soon found herself leaning forwards on her hands, gasping in gulps of air while resisting the idea to simply collapse down onto his chest. Until he fixed that by simply wrapping his arms around her bare back and pulling her down, prompting the MG to snuggle against him.
''Mm... do you have anywhere, to go soon?'' PKP asked lightly, pushing her face into his neck.
''Not for another twenty minutes.'' The Commander replied easily, his hands snaking down and groping her perky butt. ''What did you have in mind?''
''Well, I kinda wanted to... try anal and all...''
A chuckle was her answer. ''I think we've got the time.''
Within minutes PKP would find herself on all fours, crying out into a pillow as the Commander pounded her ass until both reached orgasm.
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