He was your Air Force drill sergeant. Strict as hell, hot as hell, aaaand dense as hell. But to be completely honest the whole bloody place was a LIVING hell so it all fit perfectly really.
You were one of the unit’s best fighter pilots, cool and calm and extremely skilled in aerobatics, no one even came close to achieving the things you could do with your fighter jet- Sukhoi Su-35. Because of your reputation you had a lot of free-rein on campus but the only person who didn’t seem to acknowledge you or your constant flirting and suggestive comments was Karasuma Tadaomi, that drill sergeant mentioned above.
“Good morning Pilot L/N!” The mess hall supervisor said cheeerfully as you entered the breakfast tent, ambling in calmly, late as usual.
“Hey.” You greeted blandly with a jerk of your head, “what’s good?”
“We have scrambled eggs today, miss.” The supervisor said proudly.
“Powdered?” You asked as you wrinkled your nose with distain.
“No ma’am! Fresh! Real eggs!” He replied excitedly.
“You’re shitting me?” You said with a dumbfounded expression on your face.
“It’s the truth, ma’am.” He replied again, stoked that he had had the pleasure of being the bearer of great news.
“Aight let me get a plate.” You said with a shrug and a smile, “if it’s the real shit, I’m in.”
“Certainly, ma’am!” The supervisor replied before scurrying off to get you a plate.
You watched him go before turning and looking around the empty tent. Empty, except for one lone person eating by himself at the furthermost table away from everything.
“Daddy instructor eating by himself.” You thought with a smirk as you strolled over and grabbed the chair opposite him before spinning it around and plopping yourself down on it with your legs straddling the seat and your arms draped over the back of it.
Karasuma glanced up at you as you sat down then he looked back down at his food and continued eating without saying a word.
“Good food?” You asked in a casual tone.
“Bet I’d taste better.” You leered.
Karasuma looked up at you, stared silently, then looked back down at his food and kept eating.
“Guess that’s a no then?” You commented dryly, not really expecting an answer.
Just then the mess supervisor arrived with your plate of scrambled eggs and you thanked him briefly before digging into them, not bothering about trying to eat delicately or trying to be more ‘lady-like’, you just chugged that food like it was going out of date and you even beat Karasuma, who was still picking through his breakfast at a much slower pace.
“Ay.” You said to him as you threw the last mouthful of eggs into your mouth and chewed them down, thumping your fist against your chest and burping loudly before continuing, “swing by mine later, got something I wanna discuss with you.”
He looked up at you again and nodded slightly, a little confused, before looking back down at his plate and continuing his breakfast and you smirked before getting up and walking out.
It was later that day and you had just stopped by your tent to change when there was a knock on the wooden rail outside your tent door.
“Yeah?” You called as you took your shirt off, giving zero fucks about being seen in your bra.
“You wanted to see me?” The voice of Karasuma said as he entered.
“Yo? You actually came?” You commented with a laugh as you turned around and faced him, still in a bra and pants.
Karasuma kept a steady eye contact with you, refusing to look anywhere else except your face and you smirked at his resolve.
“What’s the matter old timer? Having trouble keeping your eyes up top?” You provoked.
“No.” He replied nonchalantly.
“So you wouldn’t mind me taking it off then?” You asked, toying with your bra line and tugging at the fabric.
Karasuma swallowed dryly and continued to stare you down.
“No.” He said again in a stern voice.
“Aight.” You said with a shrug as you took it off and unzipped your pants as well, letting them fall to the floor. “How about now?” You leered.
“Pilot, was there something you needed to discuss with me?” He asked in a cold, monotone voice.
“Yeah actually.” You replied, a little angered now that he was so fucking dense. “Want to talk about how stupid you are.”
“Excuse me?” He said with irked indignation, “that is not how you talk to your superior.”
You stepped out of your pants and walked towards him.
“Listen, buddy, I’ve been at you for months now, what’s it going to take for you to notice me?” You said in a short tone, hands on hips to assume the best power stance you could.
Karasuma clenched his jaw, looking down at you as you stood in front of him, trying to be ‘up in his face’ as much as possible.
“I have noticed you.” He said darkly.
“Not like that, you dipshit, I know you can physically see me, I mean like notice me as in, ‘take notice of me in a sexual w-.”
Karasuma flicked his hands out and grabbed you by the arms, pinning them to your side firmly as he breathed out heavily through his nose.
“I know what you mean.” He growled. “But you aren’t straight, I saw you kissing another of the female pilots here.”
His comment stunned you and you stood there staring at him for a minute.
“I’m not straight or gay, I’m pan, I like who I like, is that a problem?” You asked. “I’m not in a relationship with anyone, I do as I please. So now that you know that, what do you say?”
He quickly spun you around and pulled your body sharply back against his as he held onto one of your arms and twisted it up behind your back in a hammerlock, his other hand wrapped around your throat.
“Do you really want to mess with me?” He whispered roughly into your ear.
“Yeah?” You replied bluntly, “why not? All these other pussies and bitches on campus don’t even know where the fucking hole is. I want a man to take me and own the fuck out of me.” You said, voice straining behind his grip on your windpipe.
“Well if that’s what you want then that’s exactly what you’re going to get if you’re with me.” He said as he tightened his grip on your throat and tugged your neck to the side so he could bite into your soft flesh while he kept your other arm pinned behind you. “The only rule is you can’t make a sound.”
At that point you already desperately wanted to moan. His masculine hands reducing you to your most submissive form, finally in the hands of a master.
Karasuma walked your over to your bed and pushed his knee in behind yours to make your legs buckle and forced you down onto the mattress, pushing your face down into the pillow as he slid his hand from your throat around to the nape of your neck and held you there as he untwisted your arm from behind your back and pushed it up above your head.
“Other arm up too.” He demanded, waiting until you had moved your other arm up before grabbing both your hands in his, pinning you to the bed by your wrists and neck.
“Ohhhh shit I feel so powerless, this is amazing.” You cried internally as you tried to wriggle a little to see just how much pressure he was using to hold you down.
“Safe word is: Jetpack. If you don’t say it I’ll keep going.” He uttered in a low, gravelly tone as he then nudged your hip with his knee. “Ass up.” He demanded authoritatively.
You obeyed, shimmying your legs up a little so your ass was sticking up in the air.
“Good.” He grunted, taking his hand from your neck to pull your panties down to your knees and then unzip and pull his own pants and boxers down too.
After doing this he quickly put his hand back on your neck and applied pressure as he got into position behind you and loomed over your ass, his large, twitching cock gently tapping one ass cheek.
“Because I’m in the habit of explaining procedures.” Karasuma said in a raspy voice, doubling over your ass as his cock poked at your entrance, “I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen.”
Your brows furrowed in sexual excitement, his confident words making your pussy juices flow freely.
“First. I’m going to make you wet. Second. I’m going to fuck you into the mattress. Third. You’re to cum quietly, and fourth. No one is to hear about this or there will be consequences.”
“Holy shit.” You whispered. “You’ve already achieved the first then.”
“Good.” He replied gruffly, “time for second.”
Suddenly, without warning, his cock slammed into your slick, throbbing pussy, thrusting into your core at a smart pace, the angle making it easier for him to be hitting your g-spot as his dick swiped it over and over again.
Desperate to stop yourself from making a noise you turned your head slightly and buried it into the pillow, biting down hard on the fabric and suffocating as he leaned over you and put more pressure on your neck.
You gasped heavily, trying to pull your head up a bit to breathe, or your arms out from his grip on your wrist, but to no avail. You were well and truly pinned down by his body, forced to enjoy his cock as it slid in and out of your pussy.
“Oh god, oh god,” You wailed internally, “shit! This feels too good!”
Your toes curled as a small whimper escaped your lips and disappeared into the pillow, any noise you made being muffled by the soft fabric.
Suddenly Karasuma pulled out of you and flipped you on your side, clamping one hand over your mouth as he pulled your panties off and pushed one of your legs up and over his shoulder and pinned the other one down under his leg before thrusting his cock into your pussy once more, relishing in the look of pure ecstasy on your face as he railed you.
After fucking you on your side for a bit he pulled out again, dragging you forcefully up off the bed and making you stand at your desk, hands planted on the wooden top with feet apart.
“Those hands never leave the desk, understood?” He rasped with a heavy breath into your ear.
You nodded, panting harshly as you hung your head, your overstimulated pussy begging to be released.
Once again he took you from behind and slammed into your pussy, one of his hands finding your hair and kitting into the short locks as his other hand snaked around to your mouth and pried it open, two fingers forcing their way in between your lips as he controlled your mouth.
You gagged and coughed on his fingers as he pulled you back by your hair, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as you completely let him have full ownership of your body, every inch of you screaming ‘yes!’ at being controlled but his masterful hands.
Karasuma pulled his fingers from your mouth and tugged your hair sharply to get you to stand up a bit, your arms straining to stay on the desk as his saliva coated fingers slid firmly over your clit.
Your pussy clenched, legs spasming as Karasuma held you up by the hair, cock pounding into your pussy while his slick fingers rubbed back and forth over your clit.
Fighting to stay quiet you screamed internally, your body heaving as the sudden climax took over, legs shaking wildly and your breathing coming in short sharp, sporadic bursts.
Judging by your reaction, Karasuma knew you had cum so he quickly let you go and pulled out before releasing in the bin nearby.
You slumped forward onto the desk, sides heaving as you gasped for air.
“You’ve ruined me.” You panted.
“How? You didn’t use the code word.” He commented as he pulled his boxers and pants back up.
“You’re too good, everyone else is going to be second rate from now on.” You replied mischievously.
“Maybe that was the point of this exercise.” He commented as he turned and walked out of your tent, leaving you speechless.
~ END ~