A/N: Wasn't truly planning on having a Hatsuzuki fic up today, but managed to get it done in time for uploading~ Bit shy on plot, but been musing over doing a chapter two featuring her bikini skin and a slightly more intimate tone. We'll have to see if my muse goes along with it, alas~

That said, do enjoy~

Favourite Seat

It was a quiet day at the port, the Commander had to note.

In large part because most of the fleet had gone out on sorties. The seas surrounding the Sakura Empire were eternally at threat from the Sirens and today the weather reports indicated suspicious Siren activity – you didn't get simultaneous storms showing up around key island bases out of the blue, after all. Once was chance, twice was coincidence, thrice was a pattern, after all.

Of course the base wasn't completely unstaffed, but most of those present were probably relaxing on their days off or attending to less strenuous matters – though as was the nature of Ship-Girls they were ready to fight at a moment's notice. Naturally he also had a secretary to aid him in his work, mostly due to the volume he'd had to deal with ever since Amagi took ill a few days ago.

Hatsuzuki. A fairly new ship that he'd only gotten acquainted with a few weeks ago – but ever since then she'd stuck by his side, throwing teasing jabs and smug quips. She fancied herself a tease but lacked the true gall to back it up, but he found that endearing rather than not – it was refreshing to deal with a tease that wasn't arrogant or so haughty that he just had to purse his lips and endure it.

''Commander~ Your mail has arrived~''

The Commander hummed and glanced up as the aforementioned Destroyer sauntered up to his desk, a grin on her lips as she tossed the mail onto his desk. Touching it he spun it around and examined the writing, amused to find it from Mutsuki – the crayon gave that fact away well enough. Nonetheless he popped it open... and was entirely unsurprised to find that the 'Council of Candy' had signed a 'petition' to 'usurp his rule as overseer of candy containment'.

Followed, of course, by a much more polite note from Musashi if he could please organise another deliver of sweets to Mutsuki and her sisters.

He chuckled ruefully at the sight, earning a raised brow from Hatsuzuki. ''What is it?''

Amused he handed over the letter and Hatsuzuki read through it, scrunching her nose. ''Seriously? They're wasting your time with this?''

''Eh, I wouldn't say 'wasting'. More entertaining than anything else.'' The Commander brushed off. ''It's nice to have something other to do than read documents – can't even do many inspections nowadays since Kinu has been doing that on my behalf.''

Hatsuzuki huffed and handed the document back. ''Still stupid.''

He just hummed at that, his amusement only growing as Hatsuzuki seemed to sulk a bit, marching over to her own desk and meaninglessly rearranging some papers. She was always at her cutest when she was pouty like this; and even more so when he managed to cheer her up with a bit of candy. Alas, he didn't have any with him today – no doubt swiped by a certain class of usurpers.

As if sensing his gaze Hatsuzuki looked back at him; a dusting of pink colouring her cheeks before she grinned. ''Heh, can't take your eyes off of me huh~?''

He looked back down at his work. ''Of course not.''

''As it should be.'' Regaining her earlier swagger Hatsuzuki harrumphed.

The Commander just hummed and returned to his work, reading through the report before him, the slow turning of the pages the only real noise – until motion in the corner of his eye made him lean back, words on his tongue.

Words that failed him as Hatsuzuki suddenly plopped herself down onto his lap. Instantly warmth flooded his cheeks and crept down his neck, his mind momentarily malfunctioning as his cute secretary sat on his lap. She peeked back at him then, pouting once again but with a glint of mischief in her eyes. One that seemed to amplify itself as she slowly rolled her hips, grinding her ass into his crotch.

''This is my seat now.'' Hatsuzuki remarked haughtily, crossing her arms. ''And there's no way you'll be able to move me.''

''...well, I mean, I can just yeet you across the room.''

And gone was the confidence as she spluttered. ''Y-You can't do that! I'm your secretary!''

The Commander cracked a smile and Hatsuzuki instantly pouted again; an annoyed whine escaping her as she rocked her hips. He made the mistake of letting out a grunt; the noise bringing a smirk to Hatsuzuki's lips as she did it more, her motions deliberate as she pressed herself against his hardening bulge. There was no way she didn't notice it, doubly so when she hummed haughtily and wriggled herself about on his lap.

''Hatsu-''

''You said it's nice to do something other than read documents, right?'' Hatsuzuki remarked, cheeks red but her grin unabating. ''Since I'm feeling generous, why don't we do something... e-entertaining?''

Though she stuttered briefly she still struck a seductive figure, her red eyes lidded and her lips pulled into a cheeky grin. Additionally since she was leaning back against him he could peek over her shoulder and down her dress, her small breasts cupped within the confines of her outfit, no bra or sarashi to cover them. Hatsuzuki noticed him staring and blushed darker but still didn't retract his offer, even when he daringly laid his hands on her thighs, massaging them.

Some small part of him protested, both because his work was still there and that she was just his secretary... but he was not a man of iron wills, and having a cute girl grinding her ass against his crotch was making it hard to think straight. Not least when she was doing it so very intentionally, her smugness giving way to embarrassment, but no regret shining in her eyes. She was all for this, even if she was perhaps a little in over her head.

Swallowing the Commander tried to drum up an excuse... and came up empty-handed.

''...fine, I suppose.'' He murmured under his breath, only loud enough for her to hear.

''Hmph, knew you'd agree. You just can't resist me after all.'' Hatsuzuki grinned. ''Come on then, take it out. Or would you rather me keep doing this~?''

Punctuating her words was another roll of her hips, her small bur shapely ass pushing back into his clothed crotch. Hissing out a tight breath the Commander replied by reaching down and fumbling with his pants, the rattle of his belt audible before he got it loose and unzipped his pants soon after – and allowed his dick to spring out. Hatsuzuki no doubt felt it even through her thick pantyhose, a fact confirmed by the way she suddenly tensed, but with faux-confidence the Destroyer just kept rolling her hips, grinding her ass up against his shaft.

''Y-Yeah, you like that?'' Hatsuzuki tried to sound sassy, but the slight, embarrassed tremor to her voice betrayed her.

''Don't force yourself.'' The Commander muttered into her ear.

''Shut up.'' Was her eloquent response, grunting as she lifted herself up. ''Hold on, if I sit a little further back, like... here...''

The Commander reclined into his seat fully, blushing as Hatsuzuki nearly laid back against him – and with a satisfied grunt the Destroyer got his cock between her legs, sitting back down. A fresh shudder travelled through his body as he felt her lithe fingers curl around the top-half of his cock, gripping it firmly at first but loosening at his hiss of discomfort. The strokes following were much more tender, and equally as pleasurable – her pumps tentative and gentle.

When he offered no further protests Hatsuzuki got a bit more bold. Pushing her thighs together she trapped his dick between them and her crotch, the velvety smoothness of her pantyhose caressing his shaft whilst Hatsuzuki played with the tip, her grip loose as she jerked and tugged the top few inches, forcing all sorts of shameful grunts and groans out of him. He couldn't help it; her hand felt so soft and warm while her digits were ever so slender, much more than his own that was for sure. There was a charm to them, then, as they handled his cock; pulling him up before stroking stiffly back down, only about half or less of his dick visible while the rest was trapped between her slim thighs.

''Hnf... Hatsuzuki, that- nn...!'' The Commander grunted huskily in her ear, biting his bottom lip as she ran a nail down the slit of his tip. ''Easy...''

''I know, relax.'' Hatsuzuki grumbled back but didn't respond beyond that, as if fascinated as she handled his cock. ''...it's kinda big, you know?'''

''Is that a compliment?''

''I think so?''

The Commander chuckled weakly and Hatsuzuki huffed, going back to jerking him off – the motions short but easily forcing groans out of him. Then for a moment her hand left... only for the Destroyer to spit onto her palm, blushing as she immediately grabbed his cock once more and smeared her saliva into the twitching, swollen tip. He pursed his lips but it did little to quell his moan of lust, his dick-tip throbbing against her warm, sticky palm as she smeared her saliva into it; palming the head or squeezing the shaft, spitting again on her hand just so there was plenty of lube.

Then she went back to jerking him off. At the same time though she raised her hips up, leaning up on one arm before sliding back down, caressing his shaft with her inner-thighs and pulling his cock up against her crotch – doing so firmly enough that he could feel her hot core through her underwear. The more she moved the hotter she felt, as if her whole being ached for him. Whether that was true or not it was hot all the same in his mind, his dick throbbing and twitching as she kneaded and palmed it, her humping motions gaining momentum as she got more into it.

''Hnf, so... h-how's this...?'' Hatsuzuki grunted.

''Amazing.'' He hissed back, looking down her dress. ''You're really good at this.''

''Hmph~'' Back came the overconfidence. ''Of course I am. So you better praise me lots, got it?''

''Can do.'' He breathed into her ear, not missing how she shuddered. ''Work your thighs some more.''

Hatsuzuki just mumbled out something inaudible, lips pursing as she kept working her hips, rising-and-falling onto his cock in increasingly hurried motions. The friction set his nerves alight and try as he might he couldn't hold back the needy urge climbing his cock, like a swell of pressure that needed release. He rocked his hips in tandem with hers, lifting his hips with hers and falling when she dropped.

When suddenly Hatsuzuki lifted up and didn't come back down. Grunting with effort the Destroyer put her feet on the ground and leaned forwards a little, both hands hurriedly going up her skirt – and a second later they came back down with her pantyhose and white panties in tow, both ending around her thighs. She grabbed his cock and lowered herself down, his twitching tip grazing a pair of lips once, twice-

-and then before he could warn her, she impaled herself onto him.

''H-Hatsu...!''

The Commander hissed her name out as pure, muscle-seizing pleasure shot down his dick and through his whole body, his teeth clenching and jaw tense as he held back a shout of pleasure – and Hatsuzuki squeaked as he nutted inside of her. Her wonderful tightness, her snug fit, easily coaxed out an eruption of molten-hot semen into her insides. With how wet she was too Hatsuzuki easily impaled herself all the way down, his tip pushing up against her cervix as he delivered load after load of cum into her womb, her tensing muscles only serving to wring more of his virility out of him.

''A-Ah...'' Hatsuzuki stammered, squirming on his cock. ''D-Did you seriously just cum the moment it went inside?''

''You did jerk me off beforehand.'' The Commander rasped back.

Hatsuzuki shivered – whether at his tone or the feeling of his hot cum he didn't know. What he did know was that the Destroyer soon regained her swagger, her lips twitching up into a devious look – and he moaned as she started to ride him. Slowly, tentatively even, but the gradual rise of her hips followed by the inevitable drop felt electric, his dick aching as it was stimulated. Yet he could do nothing but hold onto her thighs as she rode him reverse-cowgirl, his shaft sliding between her petals into her hot, tight depths.

And oh how tight she was, her loins practically strangling his manhood as it speared into her. She always took him in as deep as she could before she rose once more and with each successive penetration he felt like he was losing his sanity a little bit more. It was only made worse when he pushed himself against Hatsuzuki, his nose grazing her nape and inhaling her natural scent, the hint of some fragrant perfume lost to a day's work but retaining a faint, pleasant odour that just made his dick get so unbelievably hard.

''Hnn...! Commander~'' Hatsuzuki mewled out, leaning forwards as she picked up the pace – the slow but firm slap of their flesh audible. ''It's reaching... r-really deep. You like that right?''

''Goddamn right I do.'' The Commander hissed back, kissing her nape – relishing the squeak he got in return. ''Keep going.''

''S-Sure, just this once though!'' Came her feeble attempt at acting sassy – one ruined when she was panting for breath as she jammed herself onto his rock-hard shaft.

The Commander just endured it with groans of satisfaction abound; the enveloping heat of Hatsuzuki's pussy derailing any attempt at higher thought. The slight angle he went in at made his shaft throb with such need it felt like he might cum again already, his breathing sharp and shallow as he started to buck his hips as well, slamming his cock up into Hatsuzuki's tightness and making her squeak and yelp, the cute noises only fuelling his need.

A need that soon prompted him to stand up. The horned Destroyer squawked as he nearly pushed her off but with his hands on her sides he kept her impaled, shoving her up against his desk and bending her over it – and a fresh wail fled Hatsuzuki's lips as he did the moving, slamming into her sopping-wet cunt and stuffing her to the brim with every furious, lust-addled buck of his hips, his tip kissing her cervix with the promise of another load.

''Nnyaah! Commander~!'' Hatsuzuki cried out.

The Commander just grunted back. He released her sides and grabbed her shoulders, those slim things held under his iron grip as he pushed her torso down against the desk. Hatsuzuki didn't even resist, merely moaning as he drove his swollen cock into her tight, receptive pussy, her lips grazing his girth as he jammed himself into her so vigorously. The plunging thrust preluded the clap of flesh as his groin hit her ass, her small rear jiggling from the impact and just encouraging him to pound her all the more.

As did the drooling hotness clamping down on his cock. It was utterly hypnotising, dragging him down into the depths of his lust and leaving him with no choice but to pound the sassy Destroyer raw – sloshing about the cum already inside of her, some of it spilling out and dripping onto the panties still around her knees, catching the fluids that sept out of her. A good thing too with how rough he was being with her; clapping her ass and stuffing his dick inside of her without relent, her needy pussy weeping with want.

''Fuck, you're getting so tight...!'' The Commander groaned out.

''Don't say it like t-that- hnf~!'' Hatsuzuki whined under him, bowing her head.

Up until he grabbed her right horn and used it like a handhold, pulling her head up. Hatsuzuki moaned sharply but he didn't stop pounding her tightening cunt, his dick fitting deep inside of her in such a way it felt right, like they were fated to do this. Her loins clung to his shaft even as he pushed himself to his limits, his pulsating girth entering her quaking insides and forcing another cry out of her, the sound of slapping flesh reaching its crescendo-!

And then with a high-pitched wail Hatsuzuki orgasmed. The Commander didn't last another second and slammed himself up to the hilt, shoving himself against her so hard the desk lifted up off of the floor momentarily, his cock-head pressing harshly against her cervix as he unloaded explosive gushes of semen within her. Spurt after spurt of it filled her womb, each one sending fresh shocks through the Destroyer and leaving her with a true ahegao; mouth open, tongue out and eyes unfocused.

The Commander wasn't sure how long he was cumming, her insides practically squeezing him dry – until with a sharp exhale he pulled out. The moment he exited her quaking pussy Hatsuzuki flinched; whimpering and then whining as she went slack against his desk, her horn slipping from his hand as she was left panting for breath. When he peeked over her shoulder he found several of his documents now marred with drool.

''...ahh...'' Hatsuzuki then breathed, trying to stand only to slip; catching the edge of the desk with her arm. ''Nn... m-my legs are like jelly...''

She turned her gaze onto him then, eyes half-lidded... before they fell to his cock. His hard, still-erect cock.

Then before he could hope to react Hatsuzuki lunged in – and the Commander cursed as she took his dick into her mouth. Slim lips pursed around his cock and Hatsuzuki thirstily sucked back up to the tip only to shove herself back down a mere second later, deep-throating him and letting him feel the back of her gullet. The sharp stab of pleasure nearly sent him to his knees but he held onto the desk for support, gritting his teeth as the cheeky Destroyer earnestly began giving him head right then and there, down on her knees and slurping his dick for dear life.

Sucking in a desperate breath the Commander released the desk and instead grabbed Hatsuzuki by her horns, pulling her deep onto his cock. The Destroyer grunted and gargled his shaft as it slid over her tongue and thrust down her throat, the back of it so very enticing that he eagerly bucked his hips more, moaning as the Destroyer deep-throated him. The blowjob on the whole was sloppy and messy but in that moment it just made it feel so damn hot he couldn't bring himself to care; moaning freely as she blew him.

''Crap, Hatsu...!'' The Commander rasped out, eyes screwing shut – not that it stopped him from feeling it.

The hotness of her mouth, the wetness of her tongue, the gentle caress of her lips – all of it sliding back-and-forth along his aching cock repeatedly, accentuated by the sloppy grunts and slurps. Spit dribbled down her chin, felt as his balls slapped against it, and plenty of it lubed his cock as she gave him the sloppiest blowjob he could envision, making him see stars as she guided his dick down her throat over and over again.

Worked up from his two back-to-back orgasms he couldn't hope to last – and with a sharp, strained curse the Commander busted his load once more, yanking Hatsuzuki down by her horns and shoving her nose-deep into his crotch. Gouts of semen shot straight down her throat, his tip dipping down it as he unloaded his balls; aided as she sucked him off while he came, one hand suddenly grabbing his balls and squeezing them too; milking him dry.

After a small eternity he loosened his hold on her horns – and Hatsuzuki jerked back, gasping and immediately breaking out into wet coughs, wiping at her lips dry with her wrist.

''Haagh... hah...'' Hatsuzuki lifted her gaze, looking him in the eye.

''You better... pay more attention to me for this, Commander~''

A beat.

And then a squeal as he pinned her to the carpet – before Hatsuzuki moaned as he entered her once more, the sound of slapping flesh echoing on for a little longer.

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