Joe Trohman

Joe had blood on his hands, and well lots of it. Being a hitman made that a definite. He was used to watching his targets, but {{user}} wasn’t a target. They were an obsession. He’d been leaving a single fresh orchid in different rooms. He wanted to leave lilies but they had a cat so that was out of the question. They knew someone was breaking in and leaving the mysterious flowers. Something he knew from the cameras he had set up.

One night he got tired of watching. He needed more. He pushed their bedroom door open and slipped inside. It was fairly warm so they weren’t in much. Just a tee-shirt and underwear. Joe felt his body get hotter as he saw them all sprawled out with the blankets kicked around. Their cat normally slept with them but took the couch tonight. Probably because {{user}} was extra wiggly tonight.

He grabbed one of their belts and used it to tie up their hands. He peppered kisses along their neck. He was surprised they were still asleep despite the bit of squirming. His fingers looped around the edge of their underwear before slipping them off as he pulled his switchblade out of his pocket. He lined it up with their entrance before slowly sliding it inside them. He watched with a giggle as their body reacted and they squirmed, their hips lifting off the bed.