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in a halo | s. hitoshi

➳ !WARNINGS! ;; heavy kinks/dc ahead!! please be careful. gunplay, degradation, adrenaline play (?), unprotected sex, fem!reader, assassin!shinso, graphic violence, mentions of blood/gunviolence, shinso mentions how he kills ppl vaguely, penetration with a foreign object (gun!), facefucking with said object also

➳ wc ;; 1.2k

➳ a/n ;; this is really just a way to use all that knowledge from when i hyperfixated on weapons for a month.

➳ plot ;; shinso hitoshi knows you’re not naive. even with a gun at your throat.. or inside you.

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The metals hot.

Shinso stares down at you with amusement. His eyes are heavier than when he left you in here this morning - lavender eyes accompanied by solace. There’s dark circles like the rings of a tree, eyelids that twitch from exhaustion. He’s admitted to you more than once that he doesn’t normally sleep everyday . He’s averaged out the hours by weeks instead of day.

You squirm under the weight of his eyes, lidded. The mouth of the gun drags slowly along your jaw until it’s under your chin. Shinso knocks it against the bottom of your chin - undoing the safety with a gloved thumb. You gasp a little as he moves it away from you.

He clicks the safety - on again and off again and on again and off again. Over and over until the tick is memorized in your head. You watch him with wide eyes - he’s a shadow over you. Large and looming, spindly over your skin A leather glove cups your face - thumb dipping into your mouth until you open it.

He sticks in between your slow. It’s almost holy - at least for Shinso it is. It slides into your mouth until it reaches the back of your throat. Shinso is careful not to make you choke but you drool. It pools on the floor in puddles - pathetically next to you.

The metals hot. A metallic taste and warmth in your throat. You swallow around, almost on instinct. Shinso chuckles over you as you try to remember the last click. If the safety is on or off. You whimper.

He fucks the gun carefully into your throat. It’s almost gentle. For Shinso - this is as close as he can give you a proposal as of today. You blink up at him carefully, teary-eyed and aroused.

He thinks your too defenseless - always have been. A pretty thing like you has no business being here in his headquarters. You followed him around like a puppy for this long and at first he just thought you were stupid.

But you’re not. Rather it excites you to be this defenseless for him. Shinso thinks you must’ve been tired to end up at his feet like this. Wide-eyed and drooling and sucking the barrel of his gun with just as much vigor as you do with his cock. It aches in his jeans - pushing your head back until your eyes meet.

“You’re really a clueless little slut, arent you?” ― Shinso hums, admiring the view of you on your knees ― “You know how dangerous it is for you,”

Shinso doesn’t phrase it like a question because it isn’t one. It’s a statement - because Shinso knows you’re not stupid but rather a degenerate. He knows you can see it - the blood splatters on his white collared shit and the heel-toe of his dress shoes. He knows you see the teardrops underneath his eyes - knows you see the way the light seems to leave his eyes.

The metals hot still. It would burn your mouth if it hadn’t been forced so deep inside.

A trail of saliva - thick and clear fall onto the floor when he pulls it out. Your mouth gapes, eyes lazy with desire. Shinso grabs your face with his hand, cheeks smushed together as he folds over to reach.

“It excites you, doesn’t it? When I go out there and do my job - you sit and wait for me to fuck you fresh off a hit cause you’re sick just like me right?”

You never fail to surprise him but still - he doesn’t expect you to smile. It’s haphazard and lazy. A confirmation of things he already knew, he laughs. He grabs you by your throat and throws you over the desk till your bent over.

You moan shamelessly as you feel it come between your folds. The metal is warm but not hotter than your cunt. Shinso crouches between your legs only to observe - poke and prod at your warm inside until you.

“Never been so fucking wet before and it’s for this,” ― Shinso chuckles, standing up. He bends over you until your naked back is presed against his chest ― “Spread your legs and take what you asked for,”

Shinso forces your face down on the wood desk as he slides the barrel between your folds. It feels strange and foreign against you, makes your thighs tremble. You squeal at the sensation.

“This was my grandfathers gun,” ― Shinso muses, breath at the shell of your ear ― “It’s an American model, from the 1940′s. It doesn’t shoot quite as precise as a newer model might. A Smith and Wesson”

You whine as Shinso digs the barrel along your clit. The shiny metal feels especially invasive like this but your clit throbs with desire. Electricity all the way down to your spine, making your toes curl.

“There’s engravings on the side,” ― he presses against your walls with a warm sigh. The pressure in your core is only heavy - lust clouding your coherence ― “And the safety is shoddy no matter how much I repair it,”

It clicks against your core and you shake. It almost feel numb - it’s an unforgiving pressure inside of you. The ridges of the outside drag almost too good inside of you. He pulls back and then pushes with immediacy, making you cry out.

“I’ve got precise hands, so it’s fine,” ― Shinso chuckles, sinking his teeth into your neck ― “Or it should be. Can you remember baby? If the safety is on or off?”

You shake your head no - no longer able to communicate anything other whimpers. Lust is overbearing. Your sights and senses are filled with the smell of him and metal and gunsmoke. It’s too much all at once for you to take, but you can’t move with how Shinso pins you.

You remember, briefly - his moniker. Shinso Hitoshi, Angel of Death. You remember how that too was passed down from his grandfather to his father. How angels are benevolent beings, extensions of god. You remember Shinso as benevolent when he fucks you so good with the barrel of his gun that your lungs feel like they’re lacing air.

Your cunt is clenching so harshly, and Shinso’s grunting in your ear. You can feel his cock pressed into the meat of your thigh, the way Shinso ruts in tandem with it. You can’t help but cry out at the foreign object and how good it feels fucking you open. Prepping you for what’ll inevitably be Shinso next.

“T-toshi, toshi - my god,”

“Does it feel good, hm? Feel good getting fucked like this? Even though I could press the trigger at anytime,”

“Feels so good, Toshi,”

Shinso is benevolent - must be, with the way he holds you down. You can feel it coming before you can say it. A choked breath that makes Shinso groan into your ear. Every muscle in your body wound so tightly - your on edge and Shinso has his fingers on the trigger.

“‘m gonna ― please ‘m gonna cum,”

“Cum for me you fuckin’ slut,”

You do, an entire shiver wracking through your body like a storm. You shake and shake until your limp, drooling onto the cherrywood beneath you as little spasms overtake you. You whimper as he pulls it out of you, the sudden emptiness make you whine.

He scoffs at you briefly, patting the metal on your ass.

“Don’t think it’s done yet,” he reminds you “You’ve gotta clean the mess you’ve made,”

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