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Chapter 1 [IKYLHT]

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Ghost’s initial impression of you was not necessarily a fond one.

Admittedly, he was pushing down a scoff long before the humvee even entered the far side of the compound.

So when Shepherd’s slow drawl crackled over the comms, he resigned himself to letting his frustration fester deep under his skin.

“Marines are loading in now. You and the Sergeants are leading the way on this.”

“The Sergeants?”

“Sergeant ‘Soap’ MacTavish, Gunnery Sergeant ‘Rabbit”

He held back a groan.

Not these two.

Now Ghost hadn’t minded Soap’s presence in Verdansk, he could hardly remember Johnny if he’s being completely honest. It was years ago, and if you’d told him he worked with over 50 soldiers in that month alone he wouldn't bat an eye.

It was your callsign that had pushed forward the memories of the man- hours of incessant rambling to Price about the mission you’d just come back from, updates about an ankle injury, and just about anything else he could think of. Ghost was almost surprised the Captain contently sat through it all, but he always had been a patient man.

Narrowly avoiding the elbows of your comrades shuffling off the humvee, you spot your superior from your seat next to Johnny, averting your gaze to grab his outstretched hand and drop the small distance to the ground, patting his shoulder with a smile as he turns to the lieutenant.

“Let’s get ourselves a win, yeah, L.t.? Save ya’ a seat, sir.”

Watching the man’s dark eyes brush past Johnny’s shoulder and onto your frame, you give a nod and shout, “Lieutenant, sir!”, before following Soap’s quick steps as he loads onto the heli.

Following you and Johnny’s retreating forms, he sighs out through his nose and feels his eyebrows furrow. You fist-bump each soldier you pass, all smiles and laughs as you say something that gets the soldiers talking.

Fucking hell.

“Ghost- you copy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Any issues?”

“Negative, sir. Out here.”

Buckling yourself in, you watch him walk up the ramp and settle into the seat across from Johnny.

“Nice to meet you, Lieutenant. I serve as this unit’s operations chief, please let me know if there’s anything I can assist you with. I go by Rabbit, sir.”

Ghost swears he feels his blood pressure rising, but stomps it down best he can and huffs a breath under his mask.

He knows it’s irrational- there really is no reason for the irritation your introduction brings him, especially when your job is centered on keeping the unit well-tempered, but he’s tired. Tired of unpacking his duffle only to be called back to base mere hours after returning to the subsidized accommodation he calls home.

He really is a sweet man. Despite his cold exterior and intimidating reputation, he was hardly ever mean with his words. Curt, maybe. Brief, blunt, clipped- all fine words to describe the man but never mean. Enough missions with him- hearing the petnames roll off his tongue when dealing with hostages, feeling the gentleness of his hands as he patches bullet wounds, seeing the way he gladly takes the bedroll by the open window to ensure his comrades aren’t harrassed by the winter breeze- one may come to believe he was actually the kindest soldier among the squadron.

So he keeps his tone level.

“Anything else?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Anything else you go by, soldier?”

“You can call me Gun if you’d like, sir. Not sure if anyone here would know you’re referring to me, though.”

He nods once, leaning back and turning his head to look towards another soldier.

“Beside me is Sergeant John MacTavish. We call him Soap, sir. You two worked alongside Captain Price in Verdansk.”

He’s quiet, nodding once to Johnny before turning again.

Crossing your arms with a smile, you nudge Soap and give a small nod in the direction of the lieutenant.

“What’d you do to piss him off?” You murmur with a poorly concealed smile.

“No idea. We hardly spoke. Was too busy tellin’ Price all about your little oven incident on base.” Soap teases with a nudge of his shoulder against yours.

You roll your eyes and nudge him back before resting your head on the now departing heli and closing your eyes. “Oh, so you were chatting everyone’s ear off like always? That explains it.”

Letting out a low chuckle, he knocks his boot into yours twice before copying your stature, arms crossed and head leaning back.

Unlike the duo, Ghost doesn’t find sleep easily.

If you ask, he’d say it was for the betterment of the mission. No team can afford a groggy, sleep-ridden lieutenant, especially not before a kill-or-capture.

In actuality, he’d always been a light sleeper, ever since he was a boy. The military hardens you, gives you the ability to sleep in cold, damp environments that make you question if you’ll wake up having grown moss. But Ghost had never gotten over his need for a solid ground to sleep on, no matter how hard he tried.

He finds himself thinking of those futile attempts once more as he sits across from the two of you, shoulders squished as you lean on each other for support in the shaking heli.

He feels a sense of deja vu, though you’re both a tad more battered than the first time this scene played out. Securing the crash site was bloody, but he recalls Johnny’s soft smile when you knocked your boot against his and asked how his bleeding head felt.

“It’s just a graze, Bun. How’s the ankle?”

“Still clicking. Don’t think it’ll ever go back to normal.”

“A shame, really. Guess fate is forcing you to stick with me. Just for the foot rubs, o’course.”

“Of course, no other reason.”

He knocks his boot against yours, twice, and ruffles your hair before he leans back into the wall of the small exfil aircraft and closes his eyes.

“Hey! You know I’m low on gel, ruin my hair again and I’ll have you written up for insubordination.”

“Cry me a river, Bugs.”

“‘Oh, good one, Johnny. Hurt my heart with that one, truly.” You tease, giggling as he tosses his MTP cap onto your head and pushes the brim well below your eyes.

“Sleep, Bunny.”

You look much better now, Ghost thinks. You’ve had a night to recoup- shower and rewrap the ankle he’s since learned you don’t go a day without tending to. The same could be said for Soap, bloody hair having been washed and cropped down an inch. He distinctly remembers hearing you snip at Johnny’s hair from the men's showers, pleading for him to grow it out at one even length and forcing the shortening regardless of Soap’s whines.

He had stopped dead in his tracks the first time he heard your voice ring out, fully convinced he was mere steps away from walking into the women’s showers and living the rest of his military career with the word ‘nonce’ attached to his image.

His internal panic was silenced when he heard an unfamiliar voice ring out.

“Just tell ‘em your hand slipped, Rabbit. We’ll vouch for ‘ya!”

“Daniel, I swear to god, I’ll shiv ya’ in yer sleep.” He hears Soap’s loud, muffled voice.

“Johnny, you move again and you’re gonna have a stripe of beard missing.”

“I’d listen to her, Soap. Oliver’s already slipped her 20 quid to give you a chinstrap.”

“You’re full of shit, Daniel!”

He did his best to ignore the two men’s loud argument as he opened the door to the showers, just barely getting a glimpse of Soap’s side profile where he sits in a small towel and faces the wide mirror, blocked by your figure as you prop one knee on the bench and trim away at his beard. His arm is lazily wrapped around your waist, keeping your balance and occasionally fiddling with a fraying belt loop.

“Hey, L.t. Hittin’ the showers?”

Ghost lets out an affirmative grunt as you turn to face him with a grin he knows by now is mildly troubling.

“Good evening, Lieutenant. Need a trim? I’ve used my model, Mr. MacTavish here, as an example of how a good, clean cut can shape up any fixer-upper. By law I must state, I am eligible to receive a small commission based on the sale of any products sold here today. So, whatchya’ thinking, sir?”

You gesture towards the half empty USO Care Package that holds generic two-in-one toiletries with a giggle that’s spurred on by Daniel and Oliver’s loud chuckles. He takes note of your freshly washed hair and knows the good mood stems from the fresh cooked dinner and warm shower you’d clearly had the opportunity of enjoying. He’d scarfed down the dinner same as you, though in his private quarters, and now wonders how you’d freshened up so fast.

He doesn’t recall Gunnery Sergeants being permitted upgraded living arrangements during deployments. Even he had to fight for authorization for an ensuite bathroom, and the showers were completely unusable. But the women’s barracks were on the other side of the compound, the showers close-by having been closed for refurbishment. You couldn’t possibly have been so fast as to have walked over there, showered, blow-dried your hair, changed into your civilian clothes, and walked back- all in a matter of minutes. Daniel and Oliver were just wrapping up their showers, and seeing by the small bottle of conditioner clutched in Soap’s hand, he isn’t far behind. Did that mean-

“Can I take your silence as a yes, Lieutenant?” You grin, wiggling the razor in your grasp.

Ghost steps around you and barks out a ‘Negative, Gun,” before walking to a shower in the far corner and pulling the curtain closed. Stripping down and turning the water on, he listens for the sounds of footsteps before even thinking of removing the balaclava. He doesn’t hear any, but rather your low voice speaking to Soap as the sounds of running water stop.

“Alright, I’m done. Go finish up.”

He scrubs the dirt and grime away as he listens to the other two men say their goodbyes as they leave, and only once he hears you chat to Soap from the bench as he conditions his hair does Ghost remove the balaclava and scrub at the greasepaint around his eyes.

He thinks back to later that night, hours after you and Soap had left the shower room he may or may not have locked by way of pressing an oddly misplaced chair firm under the handle of the door.

“Johnny, that slice is way too big. You’re gonna get a stomachache again. And this time I’m not- Lieutenant! Hello again! Take a seat, sir.”

At his lack of movement, your smile widens and you gesture toward the shared dining table.

“Please, go ahead.”

“What’s this?”

“It’s a little tradition Soap and I have. Buttermilk pie after every successful mission. I make it myself, secret recipe. Please, join us. The rest of the unit’s already had their slices.”

“We lost sight of Hassan and four of our men, Gun. You consider that a success?”

He isn’t unkind with his words, just factual.

“Johnny, am I standing here talking to our lieutenant?”

“Indeed, Bonnie.”

“And Lieutenant, would you say you feel alive?”

“Hardly.”

“I’ll take it.” You mumble, shrugging. “Sounds like a success to me. I’ll grab you a slice, sir.”

He wasn’t able to get a word out before you were shoving the flimsy plate into his chest, small dabs of whipped cream hitting his black hoodie. He moved a hand to push the plate away, but somehow you were faster in turning that hand and precariously balancing the wobbling desert plate in the center of his gloved palm.

“Please, Lieutenant. It boosts team morale. You’re here to do your job. I get that. Let me do mine.”

You’re physically able to see the breath he lets out, gently curling his fist around the desert and blinking owlishly.

“Here’s yer fork, L.t.”

Mouth stretched into a wide grin, Soap throws an arm over your shoulder and directs you down the hall and into the empty common area, grabbing the remote and switching the channel over to some old Scottish comedy movie you detest but could recite by heart.

Looking down at the now-flaking whipped cream stain, Ghost breathes out a soft growl and flips open the cabinets, grabbing a roll of cling wrap and sufficiently covering the slice of pie.

Opening the fridge, he goes to place the dessert on the top shelf before stopping to read the comically large, sparkly pink piece of poster paper taped to the bottom two bins.

Property of Sgt. Soap and GnSgt. Rabbit. Failure to comply with direct no-contact orders will result in disciplinary infractions. Don’t think we won’t notice. We see all.

Shaking his head with a small chuckle and roll of his dark eyes, Ghost turns back to the small camera he spotted lazily hidden behind the coffee machine and holds up the pie, before turning back and sliding open the first bin.

There isn’t much- some salsa, two ripe avocados, and a few Trader Joe’s microwave meals Ghost imagines cost a fortune to import.

Opening the second drawer, the bin catches on the lip of the fridge and Ghost has to shimmy it back and forth before it gives way.

Just barely keeping himself from letting out a full-bellied laugh, he’s able to catch a stray candy bar that falls from the overflowing stash of refrigerated sweets.

It’s a milk chocolate cadbury bar, and he only slightly over-exaggerates his movements in brushing his hand over the top of the pile before discreetly palming the chocolate bar up his sleeve.

“Don’t think we won’t notice. Hmph. Don’t know how you could, fuckin’ mountain of sweets.”

Rifling through the pile, he passes a collection of English candies amongst some Scottish sweets he doesn’t recognize. He notes the small collection of American candies at the bottom of the bin, some he could’ve sworn was banned in the UK around the same time he was still working as an apprentice butcher at the grocery store. Something about red dye or sprinkles or choking hazards, he can’t care enough to remember.

Regardless, he does his best to smush down the pile without crushing anything, once again wrestling the bin closed.

“Fucking hell, half these don’t even need to be refrigerated.”

He scoffs a low laugh as he places the pie in the first bin, barely half full. Securing the sign once again, he rises to his full height and closes the fridge. Making eye contact with the freezer, he shakes his head and walks off with a murmur.

“Don’t even wanna know.”

“-Sir?”

Your voice has his eyes snapping to yours before doing a quick one-over of the helicarrier.

When did the sun rise?

“You okay, sir? Called you a couple times.”

He doesn’t recall hearing you, doesn’t quite recall falling asleep either, but he can’t think of any other way he’d get distracted so easily.

He looks back over to you as you stretch out your arms, giving a nod.

“Freaked me out a little. You, uh… you didn’t blink. For like five minutes. Thought you were having a ‘Nam flashback or something.”

His lack of response and owlish stare has you laughing sheepishly, instead choosing to pat Soap’s thigh, nudging your shoulder against his and stirring him awake.

“Johnny. C’mon, wakey wakey. We’re starting descent.”

Soap mumbles something incoherent but doesn’t open his eyes. You wrap your arm around his shoulders and shake him with a laugh.

“No no no, John, don’t fall back asleep. You’ve got ten minutes to liven up.”

Turning to Ghost, you nod with a small smile.

“Lieutenant. I saved an extra for you, sir.”

You reach into the small cooler beneath your seat and pull out a milk chocolate cadbury bar.

“Since you like them so much.” You add with a wink, closing the cooler and strapping a medieval looking chain lock that definitely surpassed overkill. The tips of Ghost’s ears turn red, and though you couldn’t possibly see that through the balaclava, he swears the mirth in your eyes proves otherwise.

“Grab me anythin’, Bun?”

Rummaging around before handing Soap an Irn-Bru, you look out the small, round window and sigh happily.

Lifting the cooler lid, Ghost nods to a small portion of the sweets at the bottom of the container.

“Weren’t those discontinued?” he asks, glancing over at you as you ignore him in favor of unbuckling yourself and walking towards the cockpit, an excited hop to your step.

“She has ‘er ways, L.t. ‘S Probably best not to question it.” Soap chuckles with a smile and a shake of his head, popping open the can and suppressing his smile in between sips of the sweet drink.

“What’s got her so giddy, then?”

“Closest she’s been to home in a while. Plus, she used to visit Mexico a lot when she was a kid, stationed on-and-off for a few years, too. Don’t mention it, though.” He says, nodding his head in your direction where you exit the cramped cockpit.

“Pilot says we’re three minutes out. I’d eat that chocolate while you’ve got the chance, Lieutenant.”

You turn, taking Johnny with you, and go back towards the cockpit where a few spare medkits lay in boxes. He watches you noncommittally skim your hands over a few of them, and he realizes you’d given him the opportunity to eat in privacy.

He’s tempted to just sit and time how long you’d stay with your back turned. Watch and see if you’d risk falling on your ass as the heli roughly lands if it means he could have an additional few seconds of peace.

But if there’s one guilty pleasure Ghost will always allow himself to indulge in, it’s chocolate. He’s always had a sweet tooth, something about the rich, milky cocoa dessert brings him back to a memory he can’t quite recall but knows feels right.

He doesn’t lift the balaclava, though he probably could’ve with the amount of time you two spent with your backs turned. It’s barely noticeable, but as he slips the small squares of chocolate under his mask and to his lips, he spots the start of a thin, smooth scar trailing a few inches under your right ear to the start of your spine. The scar gets thicker as it trails down, evidence of a deeper wound, and he wonders if you feel just as vulnerable turning your back to him as he does slithering his only free hand under the mask and past the pale scars that decorate his soft lips.

Folding the wrapper and stuffing it into one of the free pockets of his tac vest, he loudly clears his throat and unbuckles himself.

Turning back and smiling, you walk back to the pilot and clap his shoulder with a ‘thanks, James’ before settling back in your seat next to Soap and allowing the landing to jerk you half out of your seat.

He looks towards the pilot, squinting his eyes but only able to see his outline with the harsh sun glaring through the windshield.

He’s not able to get his sights on the man before the ramp is lowering and he’s following Soap in meeting the Colonel.

“Alejandro”

“Sergeant MacTavish”

“Call me Soap”

“Lieutenant. Laswell says they call you Ghost.”

“Actually, I believe he prefers to be-”

“That’ll do.”

Nodding as he fights back an amused grin, Alejandro looks past the two men.

“Gunnery Sergeant Rabbit. What’s in the cooler?”

Whipping his head to turn to you, he almost lets out a sigh. Really, he should’ve expected it by now, but wishful thinking had him hoping you’d leave the cooler of sweet snacks for the pilots to enjoy.

“Doubloons.” You smile, setting the cooler at your feet and shaking Alejandro’s hand. “Colonel Vargas. Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Welcome to the ‘City of Souls’.”

Picking up the cooler, Soap looks out at the rising sun before turning back to Alejandro.

“I’ve never been to Mexico.”

“This isn’t Mexico. This is Las Almas.”

Giving his strong arms an appreciative squeeze, you position yourself between him and Ghost, listening attentively to the Colonel’s words.

“Shephard’s contractors are inbound to reinforce. They’re bringing hardware, they’ll need room. My base is your base.”

“Good. Now, where’s Hassan?”

“Cartel safe-house, ten clicks from here.”

Opening the door and throwing the cooler behind his seat, Johnny reaches a hand out and leads you to the center seat, grabbing the buckle and strapping you in.

“No fun.” You pout and whisper quietly, breaking into a smile as he shoves himself into the cramped seat and knocks his boot into yours with a pat to your thigh.

“This is my second in command, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.”

“Tengo miedo de los fantasmas”

Fighting back a smile, you turn to Ghost.

“Mhm, Fantasma. Sounds sexy. I think that’s what I’ll call you.”

Ghost’s glare settles deep into your soul, but it got a chuckle from the rest of the car- and it’s not like that glare didn’t pleasantly spike your heart rate- so you brush it off with a smile.

“You know Spanish?” Alejandro turns back, but Soap is quick to speak.

“No.” He bumps his boot into yours.

Alejandro lets out a chuckle as he turns back towards the road.

“You will.”

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nymphoheretic · 2 years ago

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˜”°•.˜”°• You're mine now, Private •°”˜.•°”˜

Nymph: Hey! So this is a repost from my old blog that I've edited and added more to it! It's also for @semisgroupie's What's Done in the Dark Collab!

Summary: You decided to join the Marines in efforts to spite a certain blonde Gunnery Sergeant. Little did you know he’d taken an intense desire for you.

CW: Dom!Bakugou, Sub!F reader, Light Bondage, Blindfolds, Gagging, Vibrators, Shower Sex, Masturbation(F receiving), Hand Jobs, Oral Sex (M & F receiving), Vaginal Sex, rough sex, Sex Toys, creampies, squirting , Daddy Kink, Primal Play, Praise, Degradation, Counting, Usage of the nickname “Princess”

Word count: 16.8k

Tags: @katsukichu @bakugosbratx @hvziers @rinnori @sailewhoremoon @babiefwuit @angelltheninth @monaukah @awilddreamermain @tokyometronetwork @suyacho

You walked around aimlessly within the large ballroom that your college had to host the career fair in. You felt slightly overwhelmed by all the booths and panels around you. You were just a general studies major. The jack of all trades, yet master of none. You did not know where you belonged. You glanced over at a booth that held many colorful posters boasting about Telemarketing and how it would be the future of the world and couldn’t help but to scoff slightly.

‘Even I know a cheap hack job when I see one.’ A flash of camo caught your eye and you blinked owlishly at the panel near the center of the crowd. You could barely make any of it out due to the massive swarm of females that were blocking the view, but you did manage to see that it was two men standing in military uniforms. One was cute and had long, bright red hair that was tied up into a neat bun at the nape of his neck, kind red eyes, and a friendly smile.

The other was a rather handsome man with short cropped yet still spikey blonde hair with an undercut design. His sleeves were tightly rolled up to show off muscular and heavily tattooed arms. His narrowed red eyes seemed to pierce right through anyone who dared to look into them.

You were fidgeting as you read the banner. “The Marines”. You were always a bit hesitant about joining a military branch even though you came from a military family and was a rather strong willed girl. You were graduating soon and did need to find a job, that was the whole reason why you were here at this career fair, but to join such a battle hardened company like the Marines? Did you really want to commit to this? You jumped when a gruff voice called out to you.

“Oi, Dumbass?” The blonde called out.

You looked around for a few seconds before pointing at yourself with a confused look. ‘I know this asshole...’

The blonde shot you a cheeky grin as he crossed his arms and motioned for you to move closer. “Yeah, I’m talking to you, Dumbass. Are you going to keep standing over there like a weak little Princess? Or do you want to join the Marines?” He was testing you, you could feel it. He wanted to see if you could handle the disrespect that would come out of the mouth of a Drill Instructor.

With a renewed fire in youreyes, you pushed a girl out of yourway and squared up to the blonde. “Who do you think you are?”

“Gunnery Sergeant Katsuki Bakugou.” He said smugly, his lips curled up into a smirk that you wanted to smack off his face. “So what’ll it be, dumbass? You think you got what it takes to be a marine?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, a sneer on your face as you stared him directly in the eyes. “Depends, Gunny, can you handle me being in the marines? They don’t usually let Drill Instructors be recruiters.” you smiled when his eyes widened slightly in surprise at your knowledge. You were a proud Military brat so you knew the lingo and the attires. You spotted the wide large brown brimmed hat that all Drill Instructors would wear during boot camp.

Katsuki smiled as he leaned forward slightly, towering over your smaller frame standing in front of him. “Not bad for a dumbass.” He then reached for the pamphlet resting on the table that separated the two of you. “Fill this out and come by the office when you’re done. I’ll make a woman out of you, Recruit.”

“I’m already too much of a woman for you, Gunnery Sergeant.” you took the pamphlet from his hands, but you did not expect him to grab your wrists and pull you as close as he could with the table separating you two.

“Careful, Recruit. I may just end up being your Drill Instructor. And I won’t go easy on a dumbass like you.” His warm breath fanned over you, causing heat to burn at your face.

Carefully, you took your wrist back, but only because you knew he allowed you to. (His grip was strong and his hands were so large compared to your thin wrists). You curled your lips up into a catty smile as you began to walk away, making sure you did a perfect half-right turn like your dad taught you. “Only time will tell, Sir. I will see you in the Recruiter’s office at 0800 sharp tomorrow.” You gave the blonde a perfect salute before walking away.

Bakugou watched the small woman walk away from the booth, a smirk twitching at his lips. He crossed his arms back over his chest as he leaned back against the wall as his eyes followed you. You were certainly a bratty little future recruit.

He’d enjoy breaking you down and making you cry once you were in his company boot camp. He nudged his partner who was flirting with some random girl. “Oi, shitty hair.”

Kirishima rolled his eyes as he excused himself from the girl he was talking about. “Sir?” He grimaced slightly at calling his best friend so formally, but Bakugou was a higher rank than he was. He frowned when he noticed that the blonde was watching the young woman he’d just handed a pamphlet to. But then a smile crossed his face as a thought struck him. “You want to break her, don’t you?”

“Make sure she’s in my company once her profile is complete, Kirishima.” Katsuki said as he pivoted on his right foot in a clean half right and walked off without another word. He would break the brattiness out of that cute future recruit. He licked his lips in anticipation of seeing you again the following morning for your interview. “You really think you’re too much of a woman for me, Princess? We will see indeed.”

-0-0-0

You woke the next day at 0715 and quickly got ready for your interview with that cocky asshole of a Marine Recruiter. When you had told your dad over the phone that you had decided to join the Marines, he’d scoffed while making a joke about how his “Squid-raised” daughter was turning into the enemy branch.

You knew that your father was holding out on the dream that you would follow in his footsteps and join the Navy, but that just never called out to you like the Marines did. A little evil voice in the back of your head told you that you were only interested because of the Gunnery Sergeant.

“Hell no, I’m not joining for that bastard!” you slapped your hands against your cheeks as you finished washing your face and brushed your teeth. You decided to wear one of your dad’s Navy t-shirts and a pair of cute denim shorts that showed off your legs and hugged your figure quite nicely. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you realized what you were doing.

You growled, “Dammit! I am not attracted to that man!” You checked your watch and saw that it was 0745. You needed to leave now to be on time cause in the military being early meant you’re on time, on time means you’re late. And you were not about to give that man the satisfaction of calling you out on practicality.

You got into your car and drove to the recruiter’s office in less than five minutes. Double checking to make sure you had everything you needed to sign up, you got out. Walking up to the office, you drew in a deep calming breath to calm your suddenly frayed nerves.

What were you nervous about? It was just a meeting to talk over your enlistment. You may not even run into that cocky blonde asshole of a Gunny. Glancing down at your watch, you saw that it was 0755 and you needed to get inside or you’d be late.

Opening the door, you were greeted with a friendly smile. “Hey there! You must be the new recruit, Bakugou was going on about yesterday.” It was the redhead that was at the career fair. “I’m Sergeant Eijiro Kirishima, nice to meet you.” He reached out with a hand as a greeting.

You returned his kind smile with one of your own. At least this one was not a cocky sonovbitch like Gunny Katsuki Bakugou. “Nice to meet you, sir. I’m-”

Kirishima raised his hand to stop you as he grinned widely. “Oh, I already know your name, but for now, I’m just gonna call you “Tiny”.” He laughed when you gave him an annoyed look. What was with these Marine buffoons and never wanting to call new recruits by their real names?

You let out a huff and crossed your arms before walking over to the desk where Kirishima was standing next to. Looking up at him curiously when You noticed that he had yet to sit down, You arched a brow. “Aren’t you going to conduct my interview, Sergeant?” You nearly jumped out of your skin when someone suddenly clamped a firm hand on your shoulder.

“Oi, Dumbass, you really came.”

Your annoyance increased tenfold when you recognized that voice behind you. You quickly grabbed the hand on your shoulder and tried to remove it. You failed when he tightened his grip on you, causing you to grimace slightly. “Of course I came, Gunnery Sergeant. I am interested in becoming a Marine.”

Bakugou squeezed your shoulder tightly once more before moving to sit down in the chair behind the desk. His vermillion eyes scanned over you as you stared just as intensely as he was at you. “You’re dismissed, Kirishima. I’ve got this one.” He growled when his subordinate tried to protest slightly. “I said you’re dismissed, Sergeant! Don’t make me repeat myself, shitty hair!”

Kirishima was a bit surprised at how possessive Bakugou was towards this recruit. Usually they would share new female recruits, but it would seem as if Katsuki had no intention of letting this one go. Looking back over at you sitting in the chair, Kirishima sighed out dejectedly. You were a cute little thing, too. “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” Giving his commanding officer a salute and retreated to the back room.

“You enjoyed asserting your authority, didn’t you?” You said, rolling your eyes when he smirked down at him. You crossed your arms over your chest in an attempt to seem indifferent to him and that cocky ass smile on his face. When that did not work, you leaned over and grabbed your paperwork to hand to Bakugou.

Your back stiffened when his fingers grazed over yours when he took the packet from you. You quickly snatched your hand back and held it to your chest, your heart racing slightly.

Katsuki smirked as he looked down at you. You were being so coy now that you two were the only ones in the room. He scanned over your attire and frowned when he noticed that you were wearing a navy T-shirt.

Flipping through your paperwork, he saw that your father is a Navy veteran. “Tch, your dad was a Squid, no wonder you’re such a brat, dumbass.”

You let out a huff at the name he called me. “Look here asshole, do not insult my dad.” He could talk down about you all he liked, but no one and you meant no one was allowed to talk shit about your dad. Glancing back up at him, you drew in a sucking breath when you saw that he was staring at you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. Like he was the hunter and you were the prey. “You don’t scare me, Sir. I am a Navy brat and I know how you Marines are.”

Bakugou crossed his fingers and placed them under his nose, tilting his head slightly. “Who said I want you to be afraid, little recruit?” His eyes never left yours and he could see the confusion wavering in those eyes of yours. Eyes of a bratty little prey that he wanted to put in your place. “Anyway, Dumbass, why do you want to join?” He stared at you intently, carefully judging you as you took in another breath.

“Sir, I come from a heavily influenced Military family. My dad was part of the Navy, mother from the Air Force and I have two brothers, both in the Coast Guard.” you answered, never breaking away from his predatory gaze even though you wanted to shy away, but you never backed down from a challenge. “I am a strong willed person who can handle anything dished out to you and I will never back down from a challenge. I will serve my country beyond my abilities.”

A feral looking smile spread over the Gunny’s lips as he placed his hands down on the desk, long fingers splayed. “Never back down from a challenge, eh?” He rose to his feet slowly, his eyes locked with yours as he watched you shrink back when he stood to his full height. His smile curled up more when you hopped out of your seat as he stalked closer to you . “Little recruit, I thought you said you don’t back down?”

You could feel your body starting to tremble as you took several steps back to avoid the blonde as he advanced on you. You felt like a rabbit waiting to be devoured by a hungry wolf. It was not until your back touched the wall did you realize that you were trapped.

“Sir, what are you doing?” Your breath hitched when he slammed his hands against either side of your head and your hand came up to clutch at your chest. Why did you feel so small around him right now?

“Come now, little recruit.” He said as he leaned down on his elbows, his hot breath fanning out over your face. “Where are those nerves of steel you had yesterday? You can see you trembling. All talk no bite, dumbass?”

Bakugou reached out and cupped your chin in his fingers, tilting your face upward so that you were staring into his eyes. “Or was all that the Squid in you. You were such a little brat.” He slid his knee in between your legs, pressing up against your crotch.

A small whimper left your throat as you tried to turn your head away from him. “Sir, this is inappropriate.”

Bakugou leaned in closer, his scent overpowering your senses. “What is, Princess?” His lips were just a breath away before he pulled away with a cocky laugh. He moved his knee away from your legs and moved to sit back at his desk.

“I like you, little recruit.” Katsuki folded his hands under his nose once more as he analyzed the young woman. Your face was still slightly flushed and your hand still clutched your chest while the other was pressed tightly against the wall. “I’ll schedule your swearing in for next month.”

He grabbed a pen and began filling out some information in a small folder that was next to your paperwork.

You blinked in confusion. What the fuck just happened? Did he do all of this just to fluster you? You could feel your anger start to get the best of you as you marched over to where the arrogant male sat and pointed your finger at him. “You ass! Don’t you ever pull some shit like that ever again. I am not some little toy that you can play with.” His laugh caught you off guard.

“On the contrary, little recruit. Once you’re in boot camp, heh, your ass is mine.” His eyes narrowed in challenge as he dared you to question him.

Your eyes narrowed in challenge, glaring at him. “I belong to no one, sir. Just try to make me.” With those words said, you gathered your things and exited the building. “I will see you at training, Gunnery Sergeant Bakugou.”

-0-0-0

The following month seemed to fly by. You had spent time with your family and friends as they all prepared themselves for your inevitable departure to Parris Island, South Carolina. You hadn’t heard anything from that arrogant ass Katsuki Bakugou since that incident at the recruiter’s office. Your face still flushed every time you thought about how close he was to me. You could literally smell the bitter chocolate scent of the cologne he wore and feel his hot breath against your lips. You quickly slapped your cheeks. “Get it together, girl! You do not want that asshole! He insulted Dad.” But an evil sounding voice in the back of your head told you that you indeed did want the blonde and wanted him bad.

“Fuck it all to hell.” You cursed when your phone started ringing loudly on your desk. Who could be calling me? You told everyone that you would be busy this week in preparation for you swearing into the Marines. Glancing down at the screen, you saw that it was a number you did not recognize. “Hello?”

“Oi, dumbass. You ready for departure?”

You instantly pulled the phone away from your ear as shock registered on your face. How in the hell...Oh? The paperwork had your number on it. “With all due respect Sir, kindly fuck off, I’m busy.”

“Is that any way to talk to the man who changed your life?” His voice was a slight mocking sounding laugh.

Your blood was boiling. You could not stand this arrogant man! Screw what that evil little voice said. “Get off my line, Gunny.” You then promptly hung up in his face. Feeling quite satisfied with what you had done. You got back to work with filling out all the appropriate paperwork you would need for swearing in. You felt mentally prepared, now to work on your physical condition.

You considered yourself rather fit, as you did go to the gym about four times a week and go to a high intensity cardio class twice a week. But you knew that the training under the Drill Instructors was going to be brutal as they weed out the weaklings and only accept the mentally, emotionally, and physically strong.

You dug around your closet for your workout mat and quickly began doing multiple sets of push-ups, sit-ups, burpees, jumping jacks, up and down planks and other various workouts. Once you were done, you decided that you would go for a run knowing that running was going to be a huge part of everything especially during phases one through three. Grabbing your phone, headphones and fitbit, you left your apartment.

Running felt good. The air was cool with the approach of fall and although you dreaded doing all this training during the winter, you knew that it would only motivate you to work even harder. You knew that you would have to run both a 5k and 8K hike during week one so you pushed yourself to run at least a 10K, making sure that you stuck to more off road trails to simulate the uneven terrain that was going to be the beaten path.

Sweat ran down your body by the time you were finished and you were exhausted. But you felt amazing. You accomplished your goal of running a 10K hike. It only took the whole month! And just in time too. You swore in in three days. Meaning...You’d have to see Katsuki Bakugou again due to him being your recruiter. You were dreading that. You hoped he would behave himself in front of your family. Only the Gods knew with that man.

After reaching your apartment, you quickly hopped in the shower to wash the sweat and grime off of your body. You loved getting clean, but you knew after you swore in it would only be a matter of time until you would not be able to enjoy such long hot showers for about thirteen weeks. ‘Ugh, I’m so not looking forward to that part of boot camp.’ you reached for your favorite shampoo and washed your hair quickly before rinsing off and getting out. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you left the bathroom and laid out on your bed. “I am making the right choice, right, Dad?” Your eyes felt heavy as sleep overcame you.

-0-0-0

You drew in a calming breath as you tried to not fidget with the bottom of your skirt. Today was the day. Today was your swearing in and then you would get your departure date. You could only hope that they would wait a few months so you could spend more time with your family. Your dad’s health was not the best after years of working on the Navy Ship’s engines and you wanted to be close to him for a bit longer.

“You nervous, Squirt?” you heard your dad call out as his hand landed on yours to give it a comforting squeeze. “You can always back out and join the Navy like your old man?”

Laughing at your dad’s attempt to have you change branches like he’s been doing since you told him you were enlisting in the Marines. “No, Dad. For the last time, I’m not joining the Navy just so you can brag to your buddies that your little girl is following in your footsteps.” you flashed him a reassuring smile. “I really do want to join the Marines and serve this country beyond my own expectations. I won’t let the Drill Instructors intimidate me into quitting.”

“Is that right, little recruit?”

Your back crawled at the sound of that, now, very familiar gruff voice that could only belong to Katsuki Bakugou. “Gunnery Sergeant Bakugou,” you placed a fake smile on your face as you extended your hand out for him to take. “How are you today, sir?”

Bakugou stared at your extended hand for a few moments before arching a blonde brow. “That is not how you greet a commanding officer.” His lips curled up into a snarky smile when you blushed and quickly tried to change your greeting to a salute. “Calm down, recruit. You’re not at boot camp yet.” He glanced over at your family that had come to witness your swear in ceremony. “You must be the family she boasted so much about. I’m Gunnery Sergeant Katsuki Bakugou, the man who’s stealing your daughter away.”

You sucked your teeth at the way he said that last line. He was not stealing you away! Crossing your arms over your chest you rose to your feet and introduced your family. “Sir, This is my Dad, a retired Petty Officer 3rd Class. My mother, a retired Senior Airwoman.”

You smiled as you glanced down at your two brothers. They were the ones who were most excited for you to enlist in the Marines, although they hated the fact their little sister was stronger than them. “And these are my brothers, both Lieutenants in the Coast Guard.”

Dad rose to his feet and gripped Katsuki’s extended hand and clapped him on the back. “Nice to meet the recruiter that managed to convert my Squid raised daughter to enlist?”

Bakugou returned the gesture, clapping the older man’s back. “Likewise.” He cut his eyes over towards his little recruit and signaled with his head for them to follow after him. “If you’ll follow after me, I’ll take you to where the swearing in ceremony will be held after that she will learn her departure date.” He shot you a smirk that he thought only you could see, but your father’s watchful eyes caught it.

Your back stiffened when you saw the smile that was sent your way. Cocky asshole. You blinked when your dad grabbed your hand and squeezed it. Did he see the look Bakugou gave you?

No.

You shook your head. He could not have or he would have said something to your brothers. You followed the Gunnery Sergeant to the back room where there were three other people there waiting to be sworn in as well.

The ceremony lasted about thirty minutes and you were allowed to take pictures afterward. Mom cried when she heard you recite your oath, your brothers were grinning as they watched you salute the General, and Dad simply was watching Katsuki with a stern look on his face, but clapped when the ceremony ended.

After everything ended, you followed the General to sign your contract that would bind you to the Marines for a minimum of four years if you did not fail boot camp.

Katsuki leaned back against the wall, his eyes following after his little recruit as he watched you sign the papers that would allow him to do whatever he wanted for thirteen weeks. Sure, he’ll have to pull a few strings and get yelled at by his superiors, but he would make sure that you would be put into his platoon and that he would be your drill instructor.

He grunted when someone placed their hand on his shoulder and he noticed that it was the retired squid. “Can I help you, sir?”

“You’ve been staring intently at my daughter for a while now, Gunny.” Dad replied quietly, not to alert his sons of the situation. “What are you planning with her?”

“Heh, with all due respect, sir, what I have planned for my training of making your daughter into the perfect Marine soldier is private information.” He said with a slight smirk, his heavily tattooed arms crossed over his chest with a blonde brow raised. “But I promise you she’ll be in good hands, sir.” His smile widened just a bit at the double meaning to his words that seemed to calm your father.

If only he really knew of the plans he had for the little dumbass.

-0-0-0

A month. You were given only another month to spend with your family. You finished school and graduated top of your class. And now you are spending your last few days of civilian life in your apartment. You had already prepared myself for the nearly three months away from family and friends. You told your landlord that this would be your last week here and she was kind enough to let you stay rent free for this last month.

You packed your rucksack with only the necessary items i.e. travel sized things that will only get tossed after receiving week. You sighed as you remembered your Dad’s words. He told you to be careful around Gunny Bakugou and he really did not have to tell you that. You were already going to avoid him like the plague although that little voice in the back of your head told you that you liked this game of cat and mouse you were playing with Katsuki.

...And it was right. The more you tried to deny your attraction to the blonde, the stronger it got. But you would not let him distract you from your goal.

Deciding to go for one last run before you were shipped off to South Carolina, you grabbed your phone and headphones and took off.

-0-0-0

It was time. You were on the long white bus heading towards Parris Island. It was late at night and most of the other recruits were trying to get the last bit of sleep that they could, but you could not.Your nerves were too frayed. What if Katsuki was your Drill Instructor? But he’s also your recruiter? Is there not some military code that disallows that? You buried your hands into your hair and pulled. “Ugh! Stupid asshole!”

“Woah, Dollface, what’s got you so uptight?”

You turned at the sound of the voice and saw that it came from a young man with bright red hair and stunning turquoise eyes. You sighed and removed your hands from your head, before shaking it. “It’s nothing that concerns you.” You frowned when you realized that he had called you a doll. “And who are you calling a dollface, redhead?”

He chuckled as he lifted his hands in surrender. “Sorry, bad habit of mine to give cute girls nicknames. “I’m Touya Todoroki, but a girl like yourself gets to call me Dabi.” he sent you a flirty wink and smirk.

Rolling your eyes, you held out your hand for him to shake. “Nice to meet you, Dabi.” Your eyes widened slightly at the sight of the nasty burn scars that lined up his arms and you could not stop the gasp that left you. Realizing what you had done, you started apologizing immediately. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to stare.”

Dabi cracked a slow smile that pulled at the corners of his cheeks. “No worries, Baby girl. I’ve got more scars if you wanna oogle them too.” He laughed when you punched him on the arm. Grimacing playfully as he rubbed the sore spot your strike caused, Dabi was slightly surprised at your strength. “Damn, Dollface, you’re strong.”

You sent him a smile and started to reply when the bus came to a startling halt, nearly causing you to be ejected from your seat. Your heart began to beat a mile a minute when the first gruff voices of the Drill Instructors began barking out demands for you to get off the bus. You quickly made a beeline for the center aisle because rule number one of boot camp: Never be the last person off the bus. You will get slayed. You felt bad for leaving Touya behind but it was every person for themselves from now on. As you rushed to get into formation you ran into something solid.

“Watch where the fuck you’re going, Private!”

A chill went down your spine as you immediately recognized the voice. It belonged to the one man you both were dreading and elated to see. Gunnery Sergeant Katsuki Bakugou. Steeling your face into a neutral expression with a blank look in your eyes, you saluted, “Sir, I apologize, sir!” you withheld a gasp of surprise when his hands snaked out and grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer. Damn him! He was using the rush of chaos that was receiving week to camouflage what he was planning.

Bakugou pulled his prey closer to him, slightly thankful that Kaminari, Kirishima, and Sero were his fellow underlings and would turn a blind eye to what he was doing to his new little private. “I told you, dumbass. Your ass is mine now.” His hands tightened around your waist when you tried to pull away. “Oh no, princess. You’re not getting away that easily.”

You kept a blank face as you tried to pull away from his strong grip. “Sir, I’d like to get to in-processing now.” A blush warmed your face when his fingers dug into your flesh and yanked you even closer to his chest. You placed your hands against him to prevent your face from colliding with his.

Big mistake on your part.

You nearly melted from the feeling of those strong muscles of his under your fingertips. ‘Fucking hell...Muscles are my weakness...’ You shook your head when you felt your expression trying to change. “Sir, I am asking you to let me go through in-processing. It is very late and will take a very long time with how many of us there were on the bus.”

“Tch...” Katsuki scoffed as he knew his time was running out. Kirishima and the others would not be able to buy him much more time. “Okay, Dumbass. You go do your in-processing, but remember for the next thirteen weeks, heh, I’ve got plans for you, Princess. Got it, Private?” He said in a commanding voice, smirking as he knew that you would have to do everything he said. When you replied with a dry “Aye, sir.” Bakugou grabbed your wrist. “One more thing, Private.” Twirling you around, he pressed his lips against yours in an intense, passionate kiss.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

That was all that was going through your mind as you felt the Gunny’s lips on yours. Your heart was racing a mile a minute as you debated whether you wanted to grab that blonde head of hair and pull him closer or to bite his lip to get him the fuck off of you. His tongue took advantage of your open mouth and snuck inside to wrap around your own. A low soft moan rumbled in the back of your throat at his flavor. Bakugou tasted surprisingly sweet like he had eaten some kind of caramel candy. But before you could respond, he pulled away with a smirk on his face.

Bakugou released you, stunned, with a sly look on his face. He ran his tongue over his lips slowly. “I’ll be taking a lot more than a kiss next time, little Dumbass.”

-0-0-0

For the next few weeks, you’ve been on your toes whenever Bakugou was around. There were a few times where he’d managed to trap you. Each time kissing you and his hands wandering a bit further each time. You could feel yourself anticipating his next attempt and was starting to lose focus on your training. I’ve gotten slain so many times by other Drill Instructors that my muscles were beyond exhausted. You even got your whole platoon slain due to you laughing at something Dabi had said. And it was by Bakugou no less.

You had let out a very short, barely there laugh when Dabi commented on how Kaminari seemed to always go into a stupid daze when Jirou was around. Your back immediately stiffened when you heard Katsuki call out your last name with a certain sternness to his voice. You’ve learned to differentiate the tones to his voice. That level of sterness was meant as a warning for you. As those vermillion colored eyes landed on you, you knew what was about to happen and sent Dabi a mental apology.

“Private Todoroki, want to tell me what was so goddamn funny that this little dumbass had to laugh?” Bakugou stepped up to the redhead’s face, their noses nearly touching as he glared into the man’s blue eyes.

Dabi said nothing as he rolled his eyes. “It was nothing, Sir. Just said an observation, Sir.” He scooted back discreetly and moved just a bit closer to the woman he’s set his sights on.

Bakugou eyed the new recruit standing way too close to his prey. The smug looking bastard had the audacity to question him! "Oi, Burnt looking bitch, you will respect my authority! And I'm giving you orders to shut the hell up!" An evil smile crossed his lips and a vile thought entered his mind.

Time to slay them.

“Better yet!!” He yelled, his eyes gleaming as he witnessed the slight shoulder drop of the whole platoon. "Too easy. Half right face! Front leaning rest position! In cadence! Move!" Bakugou watched with mild glee as he watched the frustrated look on his Princess's face as he slowly counted out each up and down movement, making sure to make them wait for thirty seconds on the up. 'Maybe that will teach her to be so close to that burnt asshole.'

You groaned as you did the push ups as the Gunny crossed his arms, staring down at you. He was purposely slowing down the count and was also not counting certain ones. He then made you all do Iron walks all the way back to the barracks. Your legs and thighs were screaming at this point and all you wanted to do was shower and lay down to prepare for the next day. Because tomorrow was the start of swim week. You’ve up put with Katsuki’s slow burn torture for over a month now. And you've caught yourself thinking about him way too often.

Sure, he was an insufferable asshole, but he was an asshole with the softest pair of lips and the most sinful of touches. You knew the next time he’d caught you in a trap, you may just break and give into his seduction. You were starting to like the Gunnery Sergeant and you knew you were tempting fate because he would soon be your superior (which you think he’d like due to his superiority complex), but you did not care. That little voice in the back of your head was right. You did want him.

You waited until you were able to be the last person to take a shower and let the lukewarm water soothe your aching body. It did not help that all those teasing touches Bakugou does is leaving you with pent up desires. That was the main downside of being a woman in boot camp, there was no way to relieve any type of tension. The guys could make jack off socks, but you women were out of luck. ...But you had to try. You needed to release some of this pressure that the Gunny had built up in you or else you’d go insane.

Peaking your head out of the shower, you scanned the area and saw that there were only a few loose stragglers. You had a few minutes before Jirou came in to make sure the entire bay was in bed. So, you need to be quick. Softly, you trailed my fingers along the front of my body, skimming over my nipples and tugging at them briefly. You tried to mimic the way Katsuki’s rough fingers would touch you. You twisted a bit more roughly than you would usually and had to bite back the loud moan that escaped. “Yes...” you hissed. “Katsuki...”

Knowing that my time was coming to an end, you quickly touched my slickened slit and rubbed at the hard bundle of nerves. You were grateful for the water as it made it easier for you to quickly glide your fingers into your quivering hole. You rode your fingers hard as you tried to bring myself to completion before Drill Instructor Jirou caught you still in the shower with your fingers up your cunt. Within minutes you came, your legs shaking as you let out a broken sounding moan of Bakugou’s name.

Your embarrassment was instant. You quickly cleaned up and washed everything within seconds. You could not believe you just did that while thinking about Katsuki Bakugou no less! But...you could feel the heat swimming in my cheeks, you could not deny it anymore.

You wanted him.

“Fuck...” you whispered as you got out of the shower and dried off. You changed into your PTs for bed and hurried out. You just barely made it to your bunk when the Drill Instructor came in. Your eyes widened when you realized that it was not Jirou as usual but Katsuki.

Bakugou walked into the barracks, his hands behind his back as he scanned over the beds. His slow methodical footsteps echoed through the bay area. He was on a prowl, looking for anyone who dared to have anything out of place, but he was also seeking out a certain little Princess who got a bit naughty. He’d overheard yourr little escapade while you were in the shower. Hearing his little recruit moan out his name in that sweet voice of yours was such a goddamn turn on. He stopped when he reached the foot of your bunk.

You quickly close your eyes and tried to feint sleep when you heard Bakugou’s boots stop at yor bed. Sweet mercy, you prayed that he did not by chance hear you outside the barracks. Even if the water was loud enough to muffle your cry from the inside, you knew that you were in the shower closest to the window. Your face grew even hotter when you felt the tips of his fingers graze the top of your feet before slowly moving upward. You struggled to remain still even as those firm caresses reached my upper thighs. By the time you felt them ghosting over your sex, you were already wet again.

The Gunney smirked down at his captive, happy for the darkness of the barracks to conceal him and that you had chosen the last bunk. “You naughty little private.” His voice rumbled from his chest as he leaned down to growl in your ear. “Were you fucking touching yourself while thinking about me?”

Bakugou chuckled as he watched your face scrunch up in embarrassment. He moved his fingers to cup your sex through the blanket, grinding his palm against your clit and causing you to gasp out. “Quiet, Dumbass. Don’t want the others to hear you.” His lips curled into an evil little smirk. “Not quite how I’d imagine hearing you moan my name for the first time but, heh, it was fucking hot, Princess.”

You let out a quiet whimper when he pressed his hand down harder against your dripping sex. Fuck, you wanted him to touch you directly and not over these blankets. You wanted him to kiss you so you could taste more of that sweet caramel flavor of his favorite candy on his tongue. You wanted to run your fingers through those soft looking blonde spikes as he took advantage of you. “Sir...” you let out a soft whisper before he placed a finger against your lips.

“Soon, Private, very soon.” The look on his face held the promise as his crimson eyes bore down into yours. “You will be mine. Until then how about I give you a little sample of what’s to come?” He arched a blonde brow as his lips curled up into a feral smirk at your confused look on your face. Bakugou curled his fingers inward, digging them into your center. “Do you want it, Princess?”

Your body was visibly shaking with anticipation. You wanted to touch him so badly, but my hands were spasming under the sheets from his hot touch. “Yes, sir, I want it, please.” Your voice came out in a breathy plea. You wanted, no you needed more. To feel him, to touch him, to become one with him. Although you knew that Katsuki would not be a gentle lover. You’ve experienced his hard touches so much that your body was used to them. You saw the slow smirk that spread over his lips at your nod. And then the sound of a zipper echoed in your ears. ‘He wouldn’t?!’

Katsuki watched the surprised look on your face as he tugged down his zipper. He leaned over and pressed his lips against hers as he pulled out his semi-hard cock. His hand stroked down the length, his mind replaying the sound of your sweet voice calling out his name. He felt himself harden fully as his eyes slid closed and swept his tongue between your parted lips. His fingers grinded harder over your clothed crotch as he stroked himself faster, smearing his pre-cum around the thick, swollen head. “Fuck, you’re such a naughty little Princess.”

You wanted to touch him. You wanted to touch him so badly. Even in the darkness of the barracks you could tell that Katsuki was long and thick. Fuck. You let out another moan muffled by his kiss. Slowly to not draw attention to yourself, you reached out for him. You felt his jump in surprise when your nail grazed the tip of his cock before your hand wrapped around the thick shaft.You was right. The Gunny was thick, so thick that your hand could barely wrap around it fully. You stroked him firmly as his tongue invaded your mouth, claiming you as his. You could feel his pre-cum smearing over your hand with each upward pull.

To say he was surprised that his little private touched him was not the furthest from the truth. He had slowly been training you to respond to his touches. But damn did it feel great to have your small, yet rough hand on his cock stroking him so earnestly. He pulled away from your sweet lips to let out a grunt as he felt his release coming. “Damn it, Private. You’re trying to milk me for all I’ve got?”

Katsuki wanted to rip that thin blanket off of you and shove his hand down your shorts to touch you directly, but he knew that you would scream out if he did that. And he did not want Jirou to catch him inside the women’s barracks this late when all he was supposed to do was a bed check. He curled his fingers in deeper, pressing them tightly against your throbbing clit while he cut off your gasp with his mouth pressing against yours.

The rush of liquid that left you when his strong fingers ran over your sensitive nerves made you dizzy and you could barely register the wet feeling of his cum against the top of your fist. As you were reveling in your high, you came to a realization. He’d made you cum without touching you directly.

This man was the devil.

You pulled your hand away when he moved away from your mouth. If he wants to be a devil, then you can show him a demoness. “Bet you’re tasty.” While looking him directly in the eyes, you stuck out your tongue and licked your hand clean.You were surprised at how sweet it tasted. He must eat plenty of fruits as well as that sweet caramel candy he loved.

Bakugou’s eyes widened briefly before a feral grin overtook his features. “Not bad at all, Princess.”

-0-0-0

It was finally swim week. You’ve actually been dreading this week. You may be a Navy brat with Coast Guard brothers, but you can barely swim to save your own life. No matter how hard my dad and brother tried to teach me, you just could not get swimming down.

Your mom often joked it was because you belonged in the sky like her. But you just think it was that you were just not a swimmer. You looked down at the large pool with slight fear in your eyes as you could feel every pound of the heavy gear we had to wear.

“Alright, you unmanly weaklings!” Kirishima barked out. “Today you will learn how to survive in the water!” He smiled, teeth gleaming sharply in the dimmed lighting of the pool house. This was his favorite week to train. Kiri loved being in the water more than anything. “You will learn to tread water while in full combat gear! You will also use issued epiquitment to stay afloat and shed your equipment while still in the water.” He held up a stopwatch, his smile still in place even as his red eyes shined with an evil glare. “Oh and you will only have fifteen minutes to do it all. If you cannot do it you will be dismissed from boot camp!”

Shock ran down your spine. Dismissed? Fuck. Your. Life. You adjusted the heavy pack on your shoulders and repositioned your helmet. Fifteen minutes. You can stay afloat about twenty on your own. So you quickly calculated the extra weight and it came to about fifty extra pounds on you. ‘I can do this.’ you patiently waited in line, your eye catching a flash of blonde hair and your body instantly warmed. He was watching you. That gave you a slight confidence boost knowing that he was there.

You could not explain why you felt better with the thought that Bakugou was watching me. How did you go from not standing that man to wanting him to ravage you so badly it hurt? You drew in a calming breath when you locked eyes with him and he gave you that little smirk that has begun to grow on me. When they called your name, you took another deep breath and jumped. The water was cold and instantly began trying to drag me to the bottom. You had to claw your way up to the surface and slowly began to kick your feet and wave your arms to tread the water.

“Oi, Dumbass. Catch!”

A long floatation device smacked you in the head as you were treading causing you to lose focus and you began to sink. Desperate to remain here in boot camp, you struggled back to the surface launching towards the floatation device. Once you had it secured under one of your arms, you began shedding the heavy equipment down to just your military green t-shirt, camos, and boots. Quickly you swam over to the other edge of the large pool and pulled yourself up out of the water.

“Time!” You heard Kirishima call out. “13:45!”

You beamed brightly. You did it. Youfucking did it! You glanced over at Katsuki to see the tiniest of smirks on his face as his eyes gleamed. He was proud that you would be able to continue boot camp. You felt my racing heart finally ease into a normal pace as you grabbed the towel that Jirou had set out for you. As you walked back to the door, you could hear the Drill Instructors yelling at a few other recruits who were taking up a lot of time just trying to tread water. You could only hope they weren’t part of your platoon. You did not feel like getting slayed today. You were exhausted.

But it was no such luck. Dabi was one of the recruits that was getting yelled at by the Drill Instructors so of course, our entire squad got slayed...in the fucking sand pit while we were still wet from the pool. Jirou and Kaminari kept us out in the sand pit for hours, calling out push ups, sit ups, burpees, high knees, every single type of plank and squats.

You were caked in dirt and grime by the time of it all it was over. You had sand in places you did not even want to describe. The sun had already set by the time Jirou and Kaminari let you all go, so it was also freezing. Wrapping your arms around your wet body, you hurried to your barracks.

You let out a surprised yelp when someone caught you by the waist and quickly covered your mouth with their hand. While you wanted to flip the person over your shoulder, your body seemingly melted into their touch. It was not until that familiar gruff voice rumbled in your ears, did you realize who had captured you. “Drill Instructor, sir, what are you doing?” you questioned, trying to pull away so that you would not dirty his pristine camo uniform.

Bakugou leaned over you, his hair tickling your forehead. “There will be a line for the showers at your barracks. Come on, Private.” He wrapped his large hand around your wrist and pulled you alongside him. You moved in the opposite direction of yourplatoon’s barracks and closer to the Drill Instructors' personal barracks. An area where you, privates, are not allowed to go. “What are you waiting for, Dumbass? Get inside before someone sees you!”

You swallowed dryly as you stepped into Katsuki’s private quarters. Why were you here? You could have waited to shower or atleast scrubbed off some of the sand and grime off your body in the sink. “Sir,” you said in a quiet, nervous voice, “Why am I here? I need to get back to my barracks before Drill Instructor Jirou notices.”

A feral smile spread over his lips as he stalked towards his prey. His eyes gleamed as he watched you take a step back every time he moved closer until you were pressed against the wall. “Private...” Katsuki growled out. “You know why you’re here. Don’t act like a dumbass.” He slammed his hands on either side of your head when he saw that you were contemplating your escape. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to your dusty ones, not caring that he would taste the sand covering them. “You think you're dirty now, recruit? Get in that shower and I'll show you just how dirty I can make you.”

Your eyes widened as you nodded your head, a sudden wave of nervousness washing over you. Were you really about to do this? Were you really prepared for this? That evil little voice in the back of your head was rejoicing and telling you to just indulge in your desires. Desires that only Katsuki Bakugou would quench. With that confidence boost, you slowly began to peel off your wet, sand covered clothing as he watched with eager eyes.

“Do you like what you see, Sir?” you taunted as you walked into the bathroom. “If you want it, just try and come and take it.” With those words floating through the air, you started up the shower and began rinsing away the sand and grime that coated your body.

Bakugou felt his lips spread even further at your taunting. Oh, he would enjoy breaking you and making you into a Princess meant just for him. He would fuck the attitude right out of that little recruit. But he will make you wait and anticipate him for a while. Then he would pounce. Walking over to his bed, he opened the top draw of the bedside table and pulled something out. Another wicked smile curled at his lips as he set the items down on the bed. Oh, it was going to be a very long night for his little naughty Princess.

You were nearly finished with your shower and were just enjoying the warm water like you did when you were back at home. ‘Guess he was all talk, no bite.’ you laughed to yourself as you allowed the water to run down your face as you scrubbed it with a towel. You let out a small yelp when rough hands grabbed your waist and pushed you against the wall of the shower. Firm lips caught yours and a slick tongue found its way inside and wrapped around yours. That sweet hint of caramel flooded your taste buds and you moaned softly. “Gunnery Sergeant...” you let out a whimper when those firm fingers of his twisted at one of your niples while the other pinched your clit.

“Oh, no little dumbass, tonight I’m either just Sir or Daddy.” Bakugou slid his fingers hard against your already slick nerve. “Got it?” He smirked at your consenting nod. “That’s an obedient Dumbass.” Katsuki pressed his lips back against yours, trying to mark you as his.

His fingers found their way inside of you, the water from the shower making it easier. As he pumped two fingers in and out at a slow, almost maddening speed, he watched your face contort with pleasure. “You know what, I take that back. Cry out my name, baby. Moan it nice and loud for me.”

You shook your head, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing you turn into putty in his hands. you bit your lip hard to hold in your whimpers when he picked up the pace of his thick digits, sliding along your slick folds.

He was going to break you.

You could feel it. But you were not going to go down without a fight. No, he wanted to hear you cry out his name, then he will have to work for it. You gasped when you felt his teeth and tongue on your neck, nibbling down to your pulse point. Fuck... He found a weak spot. Your legs began to quiver and threatened to give out.

Katsuki smirked against your flesh. “What’s the matter Dumbass? Stand straight or can’t you handle a little teasing? Or maybe you want to be impaled on my fingers?” His teeth grazed over the junction where her neck and shoulder met and gained the same reaction from her again. “Oh? Sensitive here, I see.”

He trailed the hand that was not currently inside you to trace random patterns on your back. His nails scratched a line down to your lower back and you opened your mouth in a loud wailing moan. “Heh, looks like I found the ultimate spot here, Private.”

‘Fuck...’ The things he was doing to you should be illegal. The things he was making your body feel should not be right! You bit your lip again to stifle your cries when he inserted a third finger, stretching you out. You could feel his hard cock against your stomach but the maddening pleasure he was giving you had one of your hands clenched tightly at your side as you drew the other to your lips to bite down on your knuckle after your lips were bruised from your abuse of them. It did not help that everytime you could feel yourself nearing completion, the cocky asshole would slow back down and start the build up again. “Sir, please...”

“Please what, Princess?” He lifted his head to look into her eyes. A smirk titled at his lips as he saw the lewd expression on her face. Eyes glazed over with lust, mouth open as she panted around her knuckle, face flushed with an adorable blush. “Give me what I want to hear and I may be merciful and let you cum, little dumbass.” He shoved his fingers inside your dripping hole roughly, nearly picking you up off of your feet as you were forced to grab onto his forearms to keep from falling over. “Stand up straight, Private. That’s an order.”

“Fuck! Katsuki!” you screamed out. The response was immediate. His fingers drilled in and out of you at an almost inhumane speed, hitting depths that your own could never reach. You were a sobbing mess as you pleaded for your release. “Katsuki, please. Let me cum!” you begged him as you held onto his forearms, the feeling in your legs finally giving out.

He pushed you against the wall and lifted one of your legs to wrap around his waist. You were so close you could taste it. “Shit, shit, shit...please?” you tilted your head back against the wall of the shower and let out a lustful mewl of Bakugou’s name as you came hard on his fingers.

You felt dizzy as you leaned your head against his chest to try and catch my breath. you saw that the sleeve of tattoos that went up his arms, also covered his chest and down his abdomen. you blinked when his fingers were suddenly pressed against your lips. ‘Did he want me to...?’ Seeing the stern look in those carmine eyes of his, you knew he was serious. Parting your lips, your tongue slipped out and curled around his thick digits and licked your juices off them.

“Good girl.” Katsuki murmured as he picked up your other leg, “I’d rather taste you directly.” With just his arms, he lifted his little recruit up on his shoulders and buried his nose into your crotch. “You smell fucking delicious, Princess.” He wrapped your legs around his neck and held your hips down with his hands. “Let’s see if you taste as good as you smell. What did you say to me before? Oh, right. Bet you’re tasty.” Bakugou slid his tongue along your wet slit, grunting at the flavor of you.

A rush of liquid flooded my center as you tried to thrash around when you felt his tongue on me. It was too much too soon. you had just come and he was already doing more torturous pleasure to your body. You were still sensitive. He curled his wet muscle around your clit while his lips sucked at your labia. “Oh god...” you cried out when he moved one of his hands off of your hips to spread your lower nethers further for his assault. You bit at your knuckles when his chuckles sent vibrations all through your body.

“God? Thanks for the compliment, Dumbass. But the name is Katsuki. That’s the one you should be screaming.” He glided his finger over the swollen nub and gave it a pinch as he stuck his tongue inside your quivering hole. He was not going to stop until you were a sobbing mess underneath him. Right where you belonged. “Maybe I should spell my name down here? The only name you’ll ever cry out.” Katsuku growled against your sex.

Your voice was starting to go hoarse from the overuse of it, but that did not stop him. You were starting to really believe that Bakugou was a sex demon sent from hell to tempt you. And it was working, you curled your fingers into his thick, wet blonde hair, pushing him closer to your core as his tongue worked wonders over you.

You could feel him spelling things out on your clit, but you were too dazed to figure them out. The pleasure was almost painful, so you did not know if you wanted to pull him even closer or try to shove his head away so you could breathe. That warmth in your lower belly grew hotter with each stroke. “F-fuck...Katsuki...please?”

Bakugou chuckled once more as he sucked on your clit. “Begging again, Private? I can't understand you with the water running.”

You bit your lip. You did not want to give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg him to let me cum. But damn it, if he did not give you a release soon, you were going to go insane. But your pride? When his teeth grazed over that sensitive little bundle of nerves, you broke. “Please, sir, let me cum!” you screamed when Katsuki bit down on your clit again and shoved two fingers inside your slick, quivering hole at the same time. You felt drunk as you came hard, a flood of your juices coating his face. Your breath came out in pants and your body was still twitching as he gave you little licks and nips, easing you down from your high.

He grinned as he lowered you back down onto your weak legs. He licked his lips, still tasting you before grabbing your chin and pulling you in for another wild kiss. “That was how I imagined hearing you saying my name, Dumbass.” He watched your face go through a myriad of emotions before settling on bashful. “Now,” Katsuki said, his voice stern. “Turn around, Private. Right fucking now. That’s a direct order.”

Your eyes widened as you stared up at him. you had just come again. Could you not get a chance to rest? Plus the water was starting to get cold. But the look in his eyes said that he was not going to wait. If you did not turn around, he would make you. “Aye, sir.” You said as you showed him your ass, pressing your hands against the shower wall. You flinched when his hands slammed against the wall next to your head. “Sir?” you said shly.

Katsuki leaned his head down on your shoulder, his hand stroking over his cock. “Listen Dumbass, count the inches and you better not fuck up.” He smirked as he rubbed the tip against you, circling around yourr tight little hole. “Or there will be hell to pay.” Slowly he pushed inside, a groan caught up in his throat.

“Fuck...” you cried out, Just as you imagined. The Gunny was large. Very large and thick. This felt very different than having him in your hand. The feeling was not the same. In your hand, it felt like steel wrapped in velvety skin, but inside you? You could not describe the feeling. “1..sir...” You began to count as he slid deeper within you, inch by painstaking inch. “2..sir...3...sir..” you let out a loud gasp when he purposely shoved it in deeper and pulled out. “Katsuki!”

“What was that, Dumbass? You messed up the count.” He pulled out completely and slapped the head of his cock against your ass cheeks. “Do it again. Right now, Private.” Bakugou growled against your neck, hands pulling at your waist as he sank back within the warm depths of your clenching insides.

You could not think. Your mind had gone blank at this point. The pleasure was driving you insane. And he wanted you to count?! You could not do that with how he keeps going in and out at such a pace you could not keep up. Was it eight inches or ten? You could not remember. All you know is that he was long and thick to the point it nearly hurt to take all of him inside. The tip of his cock was pressed so tightly against your cervix that your legs were shaking.

You could not keep yourself standing for long. You needed a break. The back to back orgasms. The over stimulation of your senses. It was all too much. And with the water turning cold against your heated flesh, striking against your back was also doing things to you. “Ah, Katsuki, please. I can't take it anymore.”

Katsuki, the sadistic asshole he was, wrapped his hands tighter around your waist and pulled you down more. “Yes, you can Princess. Or are you really Marine material?” He knew that would awaken your competitive, strong-willed side that attracted him to you. And it did. He felt you start to push back against his thrusts, your inner muscles clenching down on him. “F-fuck...heh...maybe you are Marine material.” He sped up his thrusting.

Your legs were about to give out at this point but you were not going to let him win. You were going to make him go mad for you. Using your hands as leverage, you pushed back against him and squeezed down, trying to milk him of everything he had to offer. You enjoyed the feeling of him sliding in and out, rubbing against your walls, but this was a competition now. He was going to cum for you first. You were not going to cum anymore for him. “Oh shit...” you moaned when his fingers began sliding over your clit. ‘Fucking cheat...’

“Did you think you could beat me, Princess?” Bakugou licked the shell of your ear before nibbling on the lobe, working his digits over that cute little sensitive spot of yours. “I know all your weaknesses.” He trailed his teeth down to your neck, grazing the flesh roughly before biting down on your pulse point.

He could feel your legs trembling as you tried your best to keep up with his pace. He decided that maybe he should end her suffering. Dragging his nails down the small of your back and sucking at the bite mark he had created, Katsuki started thrusting even harder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck...” the curse left you as a mantra. Damn it. You were not going to last much longer. You could feel your walls fluttering around him as that itch for release burned in your belly. When he gave another sharp, hard thrust, you felt yourself come undone. Your mouth hung open as your tongue fell out as you came.

Your chest was heaving heavily as you tried to catch your breath. That was such an intense orgasm that your arms and legs finally gave out and Katsuki had to wrap his arms around you to keep you from falling. “Oh hell...”you drew in several deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart.

Katsuki waited for you to catch your breath before he slowly slid in and drew a surprised gasp from you. He smirked down at you. “You really thought I was done with you? Oh no, Dumbass. I’ve only just begun.” He pulled out completely and picked you up in his arms, ignoring your protests and demands for a rest. “You’re mine now, Private.” He walked out of the bathroom and tossed you on the bed.

You wanted to protest but you had no strength left in your arms and legs. Your eyes widened when you saw Bakugou reach for something that was sitting next to you. “W-why do you have those?” He smiled that feral smile I’ve grown used to seeing when you were alone and your heart began to beat even faster in your chest. Why did he have a blindfold? Not to mention a fucking vibrator! What did he plan on doing with that! “Bakugou, sir?”

He silenced you with another deep kiss, his tongue wrapping around yours. “Listen, Dumbass. You trust me?”

Did you? You did just let him have his complete and utter way with you in the shower?

Slowly, you nodded my head, “Aye sir.” As soon as you said that my vision was stolen as Katsuki placed the blindfold over your eyes. A sense of panic washed over you briefly until you felt soft touches running along your body and your skin felt alive. “Oh?”youI cried out, unprepared for the rush of sensitivity that spread over you.

Katsuki trailed his fingers along his recruit’s body slowly, stirring you back up in a state of arousal. He brought his hand up to your face, caressing your cheek before moving to your lips. His cock twitched at the thought of having those pretty little lips wrapped around him, to feel your warm, wet mouth sucking him dry. “Fuck...” He cursed as he grabbed the back of your head and guided you down. “Open your mouth, Princess.”

You flared your nostrils, taking in his manly scent as you did as you were told. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. He filled your mouth and stretched your lips to the fullest extent. You took in as much as you could without choking, but he touched the back of your throat.

So you wrapped your hands around whatever was left out. You bobbed your head up and down on his lap, working your tongue over him. The sweet taste of his precum flooded your senses and you couldn't help but moan at the flavor. You heard him groan in pleasure and you so desperately wanted to see his face contorted in ecstasy, so you silently cursed the blindfold around your eyes.

Your tongue felt so amazing on him. His head fell back and his hands came up to run fingers over your hair, wrapping it around. Bakugou guided you down further on his cock, wanting more of your lips around him. While he was careful to not choke you ‘Too much.’ He needed more. “Use your tongue more, Dumbass.” He grunted out when you took his command and ran your tongue over the underside of his cock.

With each drag down your throat, you worked your tongue over the sensitive head, licking up any liquid that may have collected at the slit. Fuck, he tasted so good. Shaking his hands off of your head, you said, “You’re holding me back, sir.”

With renewed freedom, you placed your hands around the base of his dick and licked at the tip with the tip of your tongue, drawing small circles around him. You could hear him moan out and that only spurred you on as a rush of liquid dripped down your thighs. Gods, he sounded so sexy. “Keep your hands off of my head.”

Katsuki curled his fingers into the sheets of the bed, letting you take control. Watching your head go up and down on his cock, seeing it slip in and out of that pretty little mouth of yours was mesmerizing. He would let you have control for now, but... Bakugou reached for the hitachi wand and turned it on. If you noticed the buzzing, you paid it no mind. He bit back a smug laugh when you jumped as the wand glided over your back, sending tingles down your spine.

He moved the vibrating wand over the curve of your ass until he reached that dripping hole of yours. He pressed it against you and felt you moan deeply against his cock, the vibrations of it causing him to tremble and let out a groan. His hips began to move as he slid more of him down that pretty throat of yours as he kept the vibe in place on your sex.

You moaned again, your body beginning to spam when he placed the device on your throbbing clit.

“That’s it, Princess. Let’s cum together.” He commanded as he felt his balls tighten in preparation for his release.

You swallowed him down your throat, working your hands over the parts you could not fit. Drool was leaking out of your mouth and your jaw was starting to ache, but you were not going to stop. You wanted to taste more of his seed, fresh from the source this time. You sped up your sucking, hollowing out your cheeks and working your tongue over him.

Slowly, to not scare him, you brought your hand up and cupped his balls, rolling them around between your fingers. That seemed to be his undoing asyouI felt him swell in your mouth before a rush of hot liquid struck your tongue. That same sweet, yet slightly salty taste filled your mouth and you moaned at the feeling.

Bakugou’s hips gave soft little jerks as he felt his release come to stop. His lips curled into that trademark feral grin as he turned the wand up to the maximum settings. He watched as your body twitched beautifully as your head swung backward with your mouth still full of his cum.

“Don’t swallow yet, little recruit.” He grabbed you and pulled you back against his chest, the toy pressed so tightly against her clit. “I want you to come undone first.” Katsuki bent his head and bit down on your neck, soothing it with his tongue right after. Your moans were like music to his ears and he wanted to hear more. Using his free hand, he scratched a long line down your back.

You let out a muffled moan as you started to cum against the intensity of the vibrator and from Katsuki running his nails down the length of my spine to your lower back. Hot liquid ran down your thighs as you tried to cry out the Gunny’s name. You swallowed when he gave you the order before he pressed his lips against yours in a sweet, gentle kiss.

You crawled into his lap when he pulled the wand away and pulled at your arms, cuddling against his chest as he pressed soft kisses to your forehead. “Katsuki...” you said his name in the softest of whispers. “C-can I take the blindfold off now?”

His eyes widened for a second before his lips spread into a grin. “Not yet, Private.” Even as he was just holding you against him, he could feel his cock twitch back to life. Bakugou took your hand and placed it on him. He laughed at the confused expression on your face as you bit your bottom lip. “You ready for round three?” Katsuki took hold of your leg, placing one over his shoulder and giving it a long, wet lick.

You bit your lip in anticipation for the first thrust of his hard cock sliding inside your weeping sex. I still let out a surprised gasp when Bakugou probed at your entrance with his fingers, spreading you with his thumbs. “Katsuki...I...I need it.” you could sense the smile that was more than likely spreading over his lips.

He had won.

You were a pleading mess under him. You wanted him so badly that it hurt. You did not care if your body was still tingling from the multiple orgasms. You wanted more from Katsuki. To feel his long, thick cock filling you. “Please, Daddy.”

Katsuki licked his lips. He’d finally gotten you right where he wanted you. His Princess was where you belonged. A dripping wet, begging little dumbass that was only his. “That’s a good little naughty Princess.” He leaned down and gave your ear a nibble as he aligned his cock with your honeyed entrance.”You’re mine now, Dumbass.”

With those words, he sheathed himself inside in one smooth glide. His hands tightened on your thighs, feeling them tremble. Bakugou knew that you would not last long but he couldn't help but to torment you a little. He gave slow, shallow thrusts meant to drive you up the wall with desire as he kissed all over your body.

You could feel your legs shaking as Katsuki moved slowly within you. You could feel each and every inch as he took his time. The pace he was going was damn near maddening. While you liked that he was taking his time and tending to your sore and tender body with wet kisses and slow thrusts, you wanted him to take you fast and hard like in the shower.

Your body was thriving with pleasure, but your clit was throbbing, aching because your body wanted release. You were damn near in tears behind the blindfold. “Daddy...I need to cum. Make me cum!”

“Hmm?” He hummed in between kisses. “What did you say, little recruit?” He slid his tongue over your collarbone down to your chest and closed his lips over a taut nipple. You mewled so beautifully for him when he did that, your back arching off of the bed. Katsuki decided that he wanted to see your eyes as you came for the final time due to his cock.

Reaching for the blindfold, he ripped it off of your eyes and at the same moment, sped up his thrust. He heard your strangled cry and saw the way your eyes crossed and your tongue hang out as the pleasure drove you mad.”Look at me, Princess. Fucking look at me. That’s an order.”

You tried to focus your eyes on Katsuki as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You pulled him in closer and he met your seeking lips in a wild, sloppy kiss, wrapping his tongue with yours. Your breasts jiggled from his deep, powerful strokes and you broke away to gasp out.

The tip of him was pressed so tightly against your cervix, striking the sensitive spots deep within you repeatedly. You felt that telltale itching warmth in your lower belly. You lifted your head to gaze into his bright vermillion colored eyes like he had ordered you to.

Katsuki grunted as he stared down into your eyes. Fuck, you were so beautiful with sweat glistening on your body, tears in your eyes from the intense pleasure. “Fuck, Private...” He could feel your inner muscles fluttering around him, trying to milk him of all that he had.

Bakugou cursed as he took hold of your legs and pushed them towards yourr chest, ankles by your head. He began thrusting in and out, satisfied with the new position that allowed him a deeper penetration. Leaning over you, he moved his hips, drilling into you at a fast, hard pace as he felt his balls tighten up with the pending threat of release. “Princess...” he growled.

“Fuck, Daddy, Oh, shit Katsuki...” You screamed out as he held down your legs by your ankles. The new position let him reach even deeper parts of you and you could feel your walls spasm around his cock. You opened your mouth and let out a soul shattering mewl as a rush of honeyed liquid left you and dripped down the sides of your legs to pool underneath you. You placed your hands against his tattooed chest, your whole body trembling. “K-Katsuki...”

“Keep moaning my name, baby.” He kept thrusting for a few more strokes until he locked his hips in place. His warm seed flooded your tight cunt as he left out a deep groan. He fell against you, his forehead touching yours.

Katsuki pressed gentle kisses to your lips as he slowly eased out. He then wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against his chest. “Sleep, Dumbass. I’ll wake you at 0200 so you can leave in time for formation.” He knew that he had to have you back before 0400 or Jirou would have his head for having someone from her platoon late.

Yiou looked up at him, cuddling against him for warmth as he pulled the blankets over the two of you. You smiled when he stroked his fingers along the side of your cheek and down your neck. He was being unusually tender and you enjoyed it. This was a side of Katsuki that only you would get to see and you felt a sense of happiness fill your heart. “And to retaliate, you’re mine too, Katsu.”

-0-0-0

Over the course of the next month, Katsuki had pulled you into his barracks atleast twice a week to fuck you senseless. Not that you were complaining but it was a bit of a distraction. Your grades in the classroom were slacking and your endurance was going down. So for the past week, you’ve been denying him anything more than a kiss.

While it was hard resisting him because he was being so very tempting, rubbing his hands along your body and trying to pull you towards his barracks. But you put your foot down. Last week was Basic Warrior Training. You were taught basic skills of survival in combat, such as combat marksmanship skills, land navigation, proper gas mask use, and how to maneuver under enemy fire.

The gas chamber was the first thing that you did and the tear gas burned at your eyes, nose and mouth when they made you take off your gas masks. You could barely breathe without it feeling like fire was spread down your lungs.

Combat marksmanship was fun and you made high marks at the range and you were able to bring Dabi to his knees during combat. You could tell that Katsuki was happy about you bringing that redhead down since he was constantly flirting with you. The intense kiss he had given you along with the heavy petting after the day was over confirmed that.

Land navigation was a bit tougher due to you being clueless when it came to maps, but you managed to pass the class with average marks. Your platoon did get slayed during learning how to maneuver under enemy fire because some people thought it would be fun to turn the safety off the weapons as a joke.

Drill Instructor Kirishima was nearly shot but luckily the bean bag pellet struck a large boulder next to him instead. But dammit, Kirishima is the last Drill Instructor that you wanted to get slaid by. He worked you down to the bone and did it all with a smile on his face. Situps, crunches, butterfly kicks, squats, high knees, a five mile run, every high intensity workout you could imagine the Sergeant made you do.

The next week you still avoided Bakugou’s attempts to snatch you away to his barracks. This was an important week of your training and he knew it. The advances grew less, but the looks of want and desire still continued.

You could tell he was just biding his time until he could get you alone. You knew the next time the teo of you were alone, he would show you no mercy. Your studies for the practical application evaluations were important, and you were not going to let your own desires get in the way.

You worked hard and managed to pass everything unlike a few of your comrades. You were determined to see this through to the end and get your title as a Marine. Nothing would stop you! You will pass the final exam.

It was finally time. Week ten began with a physical test which you aced due to the many times your platoon got slaid and along with your own endurance. Next was the written exam and that was not too hard since Katsuki offered to help you study, but only if you did it while sitting in his lap and for every question you got wrong he left a mark on your body.

That nearly broke you down. The feeling of those lips, teeth and tongue dancing over your body was so arousing. You were glad that you were wearing your winter gear due to it being early December, so that the many dark bites were hidden. You were dead tired by the end of the day. You showered and went to bed. Tomorrow was the Crucible.

Katsuki was slightly bitter that his little recruit had been avoiding him other than the few times he’d managed to pull you aside to kiss you senseless and slip you a few fingers inside your awaiting hole before you’d shove him away.

The only time he’d managed to convince you to come to his barracks was to help you study for the exam. His conditions were for you to sit in his lap and everytime you got an answer right, he’d reward you with a kiss, but everytime you got one wrong, he’d leave a mark on your body anywhere he chose. ‘And the little dumbass got many questions wrong before she started to get them right.’

But, he had plans for when it was time for the 54-hour long field event tomorrow. And they all included having a certain Princess screaming his name. He ran his tongue over his lips in anticipation. Bakugou was going to make you wish that you'd not denied him.

-0-0-0

You were nearing the last couple of hours of the Crucible. Your water was starting to get a bit low so you moved to go towards the spring you had managed to find, your weapon held close to your chest. Your eyes scanned the dark forest as you slowly made your way over to the water source. You made it to the spring without being tracked by an enemy platoon member.

Before refilling your water camel, you got down on your hands and knees and took a deep sip of the cool water. You shot up when you heard the leaves rustling behind you. “Hello?” You asked automatically before clamping your hand over your mouth. Fuck, that was stupid of you.

Holding your weapon close, you strained your eyes to see who could be hiding in the shadows. Your fear and anxiety was starting to get the best of you. You had been lucky so far as to not run into an enemy except during the first 12 hours, but you managed to beat them down without much of a challenge.

Just beyond the treeline, you could faintly make out the silhouette of a tall figure hiding against a tree. Taking aim with your weapon, you shouted. “You’ve been located! Surrender now or I will shoot!”

You waited for the other recruit to step out of their hiding place and admit defeat like they were supposed to, but they did not. Your nervousness grew. Why were they revealing themselves for hand to hand combat? Could it be that someone snuck into the field?

Your anxiety grew as you slowly began to back away from the silhouette that was slowly advancing on you. You took a few steps back when the clouds moved away from the moon, lighting the area. A gasp left you when you saw who was stalking you. It was Katsuki. He was dressed in his full camo gear, face paint included. “K-Katsu?”

Bakugou moved closer to his prey, a grin spreading over his face. “You’ve got to the count of ten, Princess.” He growled low in his chest as he crouched down, pressing his hands against the ground in a runner’s pose. “Then I’m hunting you down.”

Carnal desire and fear streaked you through as you watched him drop into that position. Your eyes widened and breath shortened as you dropped your weapon on the ground. You knew your current location so you could always come back to pick it up before the Crucible was over.

When he started counting backwards from ten, you took off in a sprint. Your heart was beating so loudly you could hear it in your ears. And with your limited vision, it made the thrill of the chase even more fun. You ran as fast as you could, but all too soon, you could hear Katsuki’s heavy footsteps closing in on you.

You quickly jumped over a fallen log, using the momentum to propel yourself further over the ground so put more distance between you two. After running for a few minutes, you got curious as to where he could be and ducked behind a tree. Kneeling, you took in a few breaths to calm your racing heart, you glanced around to see if you could spot him. A few clouds had obscured the moon, making the lighting limited. You sighed a small breath of relief when you could not spot the feral hunter.

Your heart stopped when you heard a soft growl rumble above you. You looked up and could see glowing crimson eyes gleaming at you; eyes the same color as the fading sun over the horizon. You quickly jumped back to your feet and took off running.

Heat was coursing through your body, so you shed your heavy camo coat and tied it around your waist. You were not going to make this easy for him. Launching yourself through a low hanging tree branch, you hid behind a large boulder. Despite the cold, sweat was running down your body. A chill ran down your spine and you scanned the area for Bakugou.

Katsuki observed his prey from the tree above you. He made sure to stay out of yourr sight, but he knew you could feel his presence. A wicked smile spread over his lips as you tried to search for him but you could not find him.

He silently dropped to the ground behind the boulder you were hiding next to. Taking extreme care to not make a sound, he walked around your hiding spot. As Bakugou watched you scan the area, he let out another growl, the sound loud and primal, that caused you to jump. “That’s two times I’ve caught you. One more, Princess.” He slinked off back into the darkness.

You watched with wide eyes as he moved back into the shadows, the camouflage paint on his face concealing him even further. Your heart was beating a mile a minute in your chest. You could not let him catch you again. Wiping at the sweat that formed on your brow, you took off again. You pushed leaves out of yourway and jumped over fallen logs.

The hidden threat in his voice made adrenaline pump through your veins that you barely registered that it was starting to snow. Your feet crunched against the leaves as you ran. You kept running this time despite the burning of your lungs. Each time you stopped, Katsuki managed to find you; so to resolve that you needed to keep running.

Pushing your legs beyond their limits, you could faintly make out the outline of the homebase camp that the company had set up. If you could make it there, Drill Instructor Jirou would make you stay there until morning.

A smile crossed your face as you ran in the direction of camp when something hard slammed into you, tackling you. You rolled onto the ground with whatever crashed into you and rough lips claimed mine in a passionate kiss. ‘Katsuki.’ Your body instantly melted against him as he pinned me to the ground.

Katsuki pulled away from your soft lips to smirk down at you. “Caught you, Princess. Now you’re mine.” He quickly pulled your shirt over your head, but kept your hands trapped inside, tying it around your wrists. He made quick work of the plain white bra that was issued to the recruits.

“You know, Dumbass, if you hadn’t refused me for so long and been such a fucking brat about it, I wouldn’t have had to hunt you down like this.” His deft fingers twisted a nipple, making you moan out loudly. “Careful there, we’re awfully close to Jirou’s home base. You wouldn’t want them to hear the slutty noises I make you make.”

A blush lit up your face as I realized just how close I had made it to the line of lights of the home camp. You were so close that you could practically see Drill Instructor Jirou marking off tasks on her clipboard. You pulled at the shirt tied around your wrists. “Katsu....” I pleaded.

He knew there was no way you could be quiet and that Jirou had some type of supersonic hearing. You were actually surprised she did not notice you earlier. He silenced youwith another kiss, his tongue pushing between the seam of your lips to intertwine with yours.

“Be quiet.” He growled. “Prey do not speak once the hunter has captured them. Now be a good little Princess and let me devour you.” His lips trail down to your jawling, where his teeth left his marks as he sucked harshly at your flesh. Katsuki reached into one of the pockets of his camos and pulled out a small cloth gag. “Only because I don’t need Jirou on my ass.”

You could only whimper as the Gunny tied the cloth around your mouth, using it to muffle your cirlcries as he attacked your neck once more, licking and sucking his way down to your breasts. His hot hand cupped one and brought the taut nipple to his lips. Your body gave a jolt when his other hand went between your thighs, pressing tighty against your covered pussy.

Katsuki bit down on your nipple, tugging on it as his paint of his face began to smear into you skin. Trailing his hot, open-mouth kisses down your belly, tongue flicking out to taste the salt on your skin from the light mist of sweat. He knew that he couldn’t take his time like he did the first time he took you. “Y’know, little Recruit. I can’t be gentle this time.”

A moan bubbled up in your throat when he smirked so ferally down at you, the black paint smeared over his eyes making his crimson eyes glow in the darkness. He’s never been this rough with you and it makes your thighs squeeze together in anticipation as Bakugou nibbles his way down your body. When he reached the apex of your thighs, his hands forced your legs to part as he slotted his torso in between them.

Bakugou smirked when the heady scent of your arousal assults is nose. Leaning down, he pressed his nose against your crotch and took him a deep breath. “Fuck, you smell good.” Using his teeth, he slid the zipper of your pants down beore popping the button open. Quickly he yanks them down to your knees and folds your legs back against your chest.

You let out a squeak when you feel his sinfully hot tongue lapping through your folds. You bit down on the cloth covering your mouth as you try to buck your hips to get away from the eveousl licks and bites. His nose rubbed your clit as his tonue dipped into your gushy hole. Saliva dampens the cloth as your tongue wets it when he pushes two of his thick fingers in with a lewd squelch.

“Be a good little slut and cum f’me already. Then I’ll give you my cock so good, you’ll barely be able to walk for a week.” His thumb worked your clit as he pumped his middle and ring finger in and out at such a pace that your breasts were jiggling from each impact. Each push and pull, the intense drag of the pads of his fingers, in your sticky walls brought you closer and closer to the explosive finish. “Atta fucking girl.” He cooed.

Coming apart from the rough treatment of your cunt, you could feel your juices run down the line of your ass and pool on your jacket. Your moans were muffled by the cloth ties around your lips as you clenched down tightly on his fingers as his tongue dragged across your clit in furious circles. Your back arches off the ground as you felt your climax hit, soaking his fingers and tongue.

Katsuki wasted no time as he licked up everylast drop you had to offer like it was his last meal. His fingers still trust in and out, albeit a bit slower as your slick coats them. “Look at the mess you fuckin’ made, Princess.” He growled as his other hand unzipped his pants and freed his throbbing cock. Stroking his lengh a few times, he pushed your legs up to your chest as he swiped the fat tip through your sticky folds.

“You’re fucking mine and don’t you ever refuse me again.” He leaned over as he slid his cock into your pretty cunt, his hands caging your head as his body pushed down on your legs. Ankles by your ears, Bakugou started harsh, deep snaps of his hips into yours, the front of his thighs slapping against the back of yours and made a wet lewd sound that echoed in your ears.

You could only lay there and take the slow, deliberate thrusts Katuski gave you, each one growing in strength that makes you tits jiggle. The clapping of his thighs meeting yours rang so loudly in your ears, that you were worried that Jirou could hear them. Your cries were muffled as you tried to press your bound hands against his chest. You plead with him with your eyes to slow down as you feel that tight ball of heat burn low in your belly.

He was going to make you cum. His quick animalistic thrust into your sloppy pussy, the gooey pat-pat-pat, his growls and groans in your ear all overstimulating your nerves. Your belly clenches as your clit throbbed, begging for release. Tears stung at the corner of your eyes, running down the sides of your face and into your hairline as your back arched off the cold ground violently. Hot, honeyed liquid squirted out of you, drenching Katsuki’s cock.

Katsuki’s face splits into a shit-eating grin. He just fucking made you squirt all over him. “Look at the mess you made. Am I fucking you that good, you had to squirt?” He laughed before reaching up to pull the gag away from your lips. Before you could make a sound, he covered your mouth with is own, swallowing down your pathetic cries as he fucked you through your high, chasing his own.

Heavy balls slapped against your ass in a rythmic pattern that was beginning to grow sloppier with each passing second. “Gonna fill this slutty pussy up. Mark you as mine on the fucking inside.” Katsuki growled against your lips as his hand came up to cover yours. His cock twicthed as it swells, his abs clenching as he felt his end nearing. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

His voice came out in snarls as his hips pumped once, twice, three times before stilling. Cocking twitching within your drippig pussy, his cum paints your walls in thick, creamy ropes of white. “You’re fucking mine. Got it?” He placed his forehead against your, the greasy war paint smearing against your skin as he moved his hand away.

Bakugou kissed you over and over again as he rocked his hips gently, making sure none of his sticky seed escapes. “All fucking mine.”

-0-0-0

You stood tall and proud on the podium, dressed in your new uniform; your Marine blues. You had finally done it. You made the transition from a civilian to a US Marine soldier. You received the highest marks in your platoon. You waited for the Drill Instructor to hand you your Eagle, Globe and Anchors, the three awards that symbolized your transformation.

You held your breath when you saw Katsuki step in front of you, your three pins held out in his palms. His face was the usual stern look of a Drill Instructor, but his eyes were burning intensely with an emotion that was meant only for you.

“Congratulations on your transition, Private!” He said loudly, voice strong and clear. As he pressed your awards into your hands, he leaned in close without being noticed and growled, “I’ll give you your proper graduation gift later. My barracks. 2300, Princess. And don’t you dare be late.”

Your knees nearly gave out as memories of the Crucible drifted through your mind. He really almost made it so that I could not walk for the next couple of days after. You have a barely there nod to let him know you understood.

Gunnery Sergeant Katsuki Bakugou always gets what he wants.

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