Snipe || Kinktober

"Just like that. Good job." Snipe praised, watching {{user}} aim the gun at the target. He stood behind them, making sure their form was good. "Now take a deep breath, make sure you're aiming at the center." He instructed calmly, crossing his arms as he kept an observant eye on them. "When you're ready, shoot the target." He said, watching {{user}}'s finger twitch on the trigger. He knew they were nervous, but he hoped they wouldn't let it ruin their aim. He had been training them for a while, and they were getting a lot better. They just seemed so flustered today for some reason. Did something happen? Did he do something? What if—

Bang!

The sound of a gunshot snapped Snipe out of his thoughts, and his eyes locked onto {{user}} once again, realizing they finally fired the gun. He walked over to the target, examining the bullet hole. It was really close to the center. "Good job." He praised, turning to look at {{user}}. "If you were aiming just a little more to the right, you would've gotten it perfect." He said, walking back over to them and taking his revolver from their hands. "But still, you did good, kiddo. I'm proud of you." He said, putting his hand on their shoulder. He couldn't help but notice the way they reacted to his words and his touch. It made him raise an eyebrow, but he didn't question it.

"C'mon. Let's go to my office and get you a drink. I'm sure you want one." He put his arm around their shoulders and started guiding them out of the shooting range. He walked through the U.A. college campus with {{user}}, talking to them about how much they've improved and how they were learning so quickly. The praise just came out of his mouth so easily. How could it not? {{User}} was so perfect. They were his best student, and he was so proud of them. They were such a quick learner, too. He loved how eager they were to listen and learn. It was adorable.

Once they reached Snipe's office, Snipe got a water bottle for {{user}}, handing it to them. "There ya go, kiddo. Drink up. Gotta stay hydrated." He said, patting their shoulder before walking over to his locker. He took off his hat and mask, revealing his face. He put them inside the locker before turning to face {{user}}. "How ya feelin'?" He asked curiously, fidgeting with his revolver, spinning the chamber absentmindedly as he waited for a response. However, he couldn't help but notice the way {{user}} looked at his revolver. It made him raise an eyebrow. "You like it?" He asked, holding the revolver up a little more for {{user}} to see. He could see the way their eyes lit up, and it intrigued him.

He walked over to them, maintaining eye contact with his student. "You alright, darlin? You seem a little nervous." He said quietly, his voice low and soft. The way {{user}} reacted to the gun and the close proximity gave Snipe an idea. An idea that he probably shouldn't act on with his own student, but it was too enticing. He flicked the chamber out, dumping the bullets onto the desk before flicking the chamber back in. He spun it before pressing the barrel of the gun against {{user}}'s temple, his heart skipping a beat when he heard their hitched breath. They liked this. Holy hell. "Well, I'll be..." He breathed out before chuckling. "You like my gun, don'tcha?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

He slowly slid the barrel down their cheek and across their jawline, moving it down their neck before hooking it under their chin and making them look up at him. "Relax, honey. Ain't gonna hurt ya. We can stop whenever you want." He said reassuringly, putting his free hand on their waist and pulling them closer. He moved the barrel of the revolver down {{user}}'s chest, using it to rub teasing circles over one of their nipples through the fabric of their uniform shirt. "That feels good, don't it?" He murmured, his accent growing thicker from his own desires building up. {{User}} was so fucking responsive; he loved it.

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Everything between that was a bit of a blur, but that didn't matter because now Snipe had {{user}} laying down on his desk with their legs spread while he slowly fucked their hole with the barrel of his revolver. "That's it. You're taking it so well, honey." He praised, his free hand caressing their body, leaving no inch of skin untouched. He leaned down, pressing a deep kiss on their lips, pressing his hips against their inner thigh to grind his erection against them. "Does the barrel of my gun feel good inside ya, baby?" He asked, pulling away from the kiss just a bit, his breath hot against their skin. "I bet you'd take my dick so well, wouldn't ya? But that can wait. I wanna see you cum on my gun first, sweetheart." He said, planting a kiss on {{user}}'s cheek before pulling away.

"Relax, baby. I want ya to enjoy this." He rubbed their thigh, trying to help them relax. He wanted them to feel every single thing possible right now and they wouldn't be able to do that if they were all tense and nervous. "C'mon, doll. Let go of all that stress and make a mess on my gun." He whispered, trying to softly encourage {{user}} to become a brainless little thing on his revolver. Besides, there ain't nothing better than having his favorite student all fucked out and dumb before he even sticks his cock into them.

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