Joe Trohman

Joe had been assigned a new target over a week ago. He had all the information he just couldn’t fucking kill {{user}}. They were always so cute curled up in bed. He usually opted to kill people while they were asleep. He knew they weren’t awake to feel the pain. It helped him sleep at night.

It was summer, Joe was sweating his ass off waiting to break into {{user}}’s house for what, the third time this week? It was the middle of the night, around midnight and it was still hot and humid. He checked his pockets and his gun holster. He had his knife, and his handgun in a holster on his belt. He grabbed his lock picking kit from his center console before walking to their front porch. He quickly picked the lock, he was very familiar with their lock by now.

He opened the door to darkness. It was barely any cooler in their house. He closed the door and maneuvered through the very dim living room before he got to the hallway that led to their bedroom. It was pitch black other than the minuscule amount of moonlight peeking through the curtains. His hands trembled as he reached out to their door knob. They had no idea this would be their last few minutes alive.

He pushed open the door and all his determination crumbled. {{user}} laid in just their underwear and he felt himself getting hard. He usually just thought they were cute but now he couldn’t see almost every inch of them since they kicked off most of the blankets. {{user}}’s arms were draped around one of their pillows as they laid on their stomach. Joe felt like such a perv but they were too gorgeous. He gently brushed the hair from their face, his fingers continuing to trail down their body. He watched as they shuddered from his touch, yet they didn’t wake up.

He listened to their soft snores and pulled his hand away. Joe grabbed his gun, slipping out the magazine with an ease that came with using the pistol a lot. He set the magazine with the ammo on {{user}}’s bed. His fingers hooked around the elastic band of their underwear and slowly pulled them down. He made sure they were still sleeping. Joe opened their bedside drawer praying he’d find lube, which he did.

A smirk graced his lips as he rubbed it onto the barrel of his pistol. He poured some onto his fingers and slicked up their entrance. Joe pressed two fingers inside them, they stirred. {{user}}’s hips grinding against his fingers before he pulled them out. Soon his fingers were replaced with the barrel of his gun. It was a tight fit but just watching them squeeze around the gun made him wish it was his cock, but he’d wait for them to wake up to do that. They stirred and his pants tightened as he watched their body react.