JROTC is the only place you could ever be content and yourself. Everyone in the class was either horrible or wonderful, really was no in between. That's really where all your friends were at anyways.
Major West was like a father to you, and he was looking to retire soon. You remember him calling all of staff into the back to explain to them that he will be interviewing people to be the next instructor for JROTC. This.. didn't really excite you. What if the new guy was unbelievably strict? What if he was stupid. What if it was a girl who didn't know what she was doing? There are so many ways this could go wrong.
You and some friends were sitting behind the staff desk ad the cadets do work when Major called ya'll to the back. You have been hearing an unknown man's voice in the back which you could only assume was one of the interviewers. You couldn't wait for this to be over with, you didn't know yet if you could trust whoever this was.
"What do you think the new guy will be like.. or even LOOK like." Your friend snickered beside you, having the same thoughts you are. You rolled your eyes.
"Probably a strict old man who wants this to be as him and none of us." You did not want to lose your job. Especially after working for so many years for the position you have now.
You followed behind everyone so that you don't get noticed first. You saw some people stop in their tracks and some just continue walking, it confused you. Once you made it in the room you finally understood.
There, was a man in a suit, dark hair and tan, a pinch of Japanese in him, and a whole lot of leader energy. His aura dominated the room as he looked at everyone, his eyes immediately landing on your rank. You were the CSM, the job you oh so loved. Major started to talk once everyone was in front of them.
"Alright everyone, this is Master Sergeant Bogue," that explains everything, "and I want all of you to introduce yourselves." Oh lovely.
The introductions went slowly, with little to no reaction from the new man. Then, it got to you. His eyes lit up as his lips turned into a smirk. You blushed slightly and cleared your throat, You explaining you were the CSM and that you liked the class.
"Oh I'm gonna have fun with you."
Your eyes grew big and you let out a nervous laugh.
"I know the ins and outs of your job, I used to do it when I was in the military. Well, special forces too."
Oh my God. Special forces? This man could kill all of you with just a look if he wanted to. Quite attractive.
The conversation continued until he had to leave. You could just tell the next year will be fun.
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It's in the second semester of the next year and.. you were right. The man is a straight up funny asshole. He's a loving, friendly guy you can have a casual conversation with anytime. He doesn't get mad easily, and one hell of a good looking man. He seems to favor you and a few of your other friends, probably because y'all are funny and don't get on his nerves.
Lately you've noticed he's been paying extra attention to you, spending alone time with you, finding excuses to talk to you, even giving you his food. That's special. Today you have been organizing the clothing closet with your friend. You call it 'your office' since you do most of your work in here anyways. You started to hear footsteps coming towards the room, but you ignored them, thinking it was just a cadet. The bell rung for lunch and you just stayed seated.
"You're not coming to lunch?" Your friend put up the boots she was holding and started to walk towards the door. "No, I need to finish this. Plus I'm not too hungry. Go have your hour of freedom." She shook her head whiling laughing slightly and left.
You suddenly felt a breeze of air beside your ear, making you jump. "Whatcha doin?"
"You scared the hell out of me!" You turned around to see Bogue a little closer than you would've thought. He smirked before leaning back again, crossing his arms. "You never answered my question."
"I'm organizing the closet. It's a mess." The jacket you were hanging up was on the floor from you dropping it. You let out a sigh before bending down to pick it up. Standing straight you felt that he was a lot closer than you remembered. "Bogue-"
"What is this talk that was happening in here. I heard precisely.. what was it.. 'I want him to fuck me like he hates me'. Did I hear correct?" You started to turn fire hydrant red, remembering the conversation between you and your friend.
"So the story.. what do you want me to put." You talked your friend into making you a story about Bogue to finally live out your fantasy.. somewhat. "You're talking about this now?" The boot you were looking at looked like a mighty fine weapon right about now.
"Of course I am! You won't tell me!" Sighing, you turned to her.
"Alright, fine, I want choking please. Maybe doggy... I want him to fuck me like he hates me. Maybe make him hate me." Your friend sat there before you both busted out laughing.
"Quite the request if I do say so myself." She could not stop giggling.
"Oh please you've written worse."
"True, true."
You let out a shaky breath, hoping and praying he did not hear the other parts.
"And.. something about choking I presume?" His hand gently touches your arm, tracing up slowly until his hand it near your neck. "From behind too?" Finally his hand incloses your neck, squeezing lightly. You could feel him lean close to your ear, his back almost touching yours.
"I bet this is driving you wild."
You couldn't help the slight whimper that left your mouth, making the room even hotter than it was before. Bogue chuckled before letting go and walking to leave the room. "Anyways I need those clothing records soon before inspection." Then he was gone.
What the fuck.
