Smutshots

(E)I'm supposed to kill you

This is heavily inspired by black_broken-mask The chapter "Knife and Gun Play" in his one book "Gay smutshots" (the one with the Two dudes on the Cover)

Go Look at his stuff, he writes really good shit.
Now let's do this

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Miranda Pov

'God, i really needed that shower. After that shitshow of a mission my shoulders really hurt'
I look in the mirror in the bathroom of my safehouse, even calling it a house is sad, and only see tired blue eyes staring back at me. I look around, I look at the mould on the walls of this shitty apartment in the middle of nowhere.
'I'm already excited to get home, but for now a uncomfy, annoyingly loud bed is calling my name.

Still only dressed in a towel, leaving my bloody clothes in the bathroom to be tommorrow-me's problem, I walk into my bedroom.

"What a view"
I startle and frantically check the whole room.
"Who's there?!" I'm frankly just scared now, nobody is supposed to know where I even am. Or if I'm Even alive
"Please honey, you should know who I am, I'm the Person who's supposed to kill you." That fucking sultry voice murmurs.
'Fuck, that is one Namina Newhall, if thats even her real name' Everybody just knows her as the Nirvana Killer, the best mercenary out there. Apparently now she was sent to kill me. 'I am so fucked'
"Miranda Vallova. you've gotten my employer into a lot of trouble" I finally spot her sitting on the armchair in the corner of the room, when she leans forward a bit so her upper body is bathed in the moonlight from the one single window.

"So why am I still alive then?" I decide that if I'm about to die I'll at least go out with a bang.
She gets up and walks toward me.
"Because you intrigue me darling."
I would be lying if I said that my knees didn't feel like pudding at those words.
"But isn't your mission more important than some intrigue?" I just need her to keep talking.
'Fuck' Now she is pointing the gun I didn't even notice before right at me.
"I'm supposed to kill you, but we could also do something way more interesting sweet heart."
'Oh?' I can only imagine how much my eyebrows must have raised at that.

"Kneel down for me will you?"

I decide to follow her orders eventhough I'm probably about to die.
She is right in front of me now, pointing that gun at my forehead.
I look at the gun, look at her fucking handsome face and decide, fuck it, at least I'll die happy.

Nirvana Killer (Namina?) Pov

Here I am with the person I'm supposed to murder, gun pointing at her way to pretty face.
Imternally groaning at how easily she followed my order.
'I dont know what to do, should I continue my mission or finally do something I want for once'
Wait what is she doing now?

She tilts her head up just the right way, so my gun is resting on her lips.
Her tounge flits out to kittylick at the tip barrel, just a tiny bit, but I can:t help my baited inhale of breath, waiting for her to continue. To do something, anything else.
Miranda looks up at me with those pretty eyes, through her pretty fucking lashes and sucks the gun into her mouth, swirling around it with her tongue.
"Fuck Darling, was this part of your military training or something?" My voice is already breathless and raspy, barely even tame anymore.
Her exhale, almost like a laug was worth it though. She pulls of for a second "No, but im still good at following orders from superiors." she has the audacity to wink at me and starts caressing the barrel with her tongue, up and down, up and down.

"Fuck this shit" I'm fed up by this teasing, I grab her hair and pull her up towards me. Waiting for her to push me away just a second but when she closes her eyes, leaning up towards me. I lose all illusion of selfcontrol I had and crash my lips against her, her soft fucking lips.
I've never felt anything this good before, ironicly I feel like I am about to go to Nirvana.