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It was midnight, about almost one in the morning when this event occurred. While everyone in the detective agency was shut-eyed, (as they should be), Dazai's eyes were wide open. No, he wasn't tired. In fact, his eyes were wide open, filled only with horniness this particular night.
Dazai would usually be asleep at this hour dreaming of suicide—as he does need the sleep after all. But tonight? As the inky, black abyss colored the night sky above, while clouds that were vaguely visible covered the atmosphere—Dazai was awake in the Armed Detective Agency's office. There he stood, in front of the brown desk where his gun layed.
Dazai had been staring at the gun for centuries long, particularly eyeing the trigger—that he desires endlessly . The man's eyes, filled with desire for the gun, yearning for it so desperately, that it turned him on. It got him undeniably horny, that he had instinctively started fingering himself . Gazing deeply into silvery gun, that stood out to him so much. As if the gun was calling Dazai name, the vague metallic scent of the weapon trailing up to his nose—oh how that made Dazai hard already.
His 9 inch dick stood proudly tall, pressing up against his own silky belly. Pre-cum leaked from the tip of his dick, the white substance dripping down the veiny length—down to the ballsack, and down to the floor. The heavy yet gentle and cold air brushed against Dazai's length, as his cock twitched involuntarily. The maniac's pants were down on the floor, that fell long before he even noticed.
The tip of Dazai's two fingers gradually moved forward into himself—loosening his own hole, masturbating while the thought of simply just the gun roamed around his head. The thought about grinding against the gun or it fucking him was just embedded into his mind, it was the only important thing that existed to Dazai at this moment.
His 2 pair of fingers pushed inside his ass further, while Dazai spread his own legs farther apart in desperation for more. Even his own finger fucking, the mackerel couldn't help but release the small yelp escaping his lips. But Dazai's walls only tightened around his fingers, as if his hole was sucking on his digits, making him slightly trembles at the intimate feeling.
"Fuck.. you love watching this sight of me play with my hole, just for you, don't you?" The lunatic smirked at the gun with lust, licking his lips and raising an eyebrow. He silently moaned and grunted when his insides rubbed on the fingers inside him, It felt so painful but in a pleasurable way. Dazai always hated pain. But this pain, it felt so fucking amazing.
After a few moments of moans and groans while Dazai finger-fucked himself, the tip of Dazai's third finger began to slip inside before he knew it. His third finger rubbed against his butthole slightly, before beginning to slowly push it in. The brunette let a gasp escape his lips, as his three fingers began to stretch his insides.
Dazai's third finger was moving gradually further in, slowly but surely moving it faster inside him. Osamu pushed the third one all the way in, resulting in a soft groan released into the air along with his gasps; sounding like a melody. The way his fingers cruelly curled up inside him, stretching his hole out with all 3 digits gave him the look filled with ecstasy written all over his face.
Dazai's deep brown eyes, was like unpolished amber. No, not even amber, just smoothened, dull, brown rocks. If anything, his eyes were polished with only lust. Nonetheless lifeless, as he peered with pleasure at the gun on the table in front of him. With his brown locks that dangled and swayed slightly in front of his eyes, yet effortlessly and elegantly perfect movements like every other movement he made. To the suicidal maniac, the gun was invaluable, worth the weight of gold. Or perhaps it was the result that was oh-so precious to Dazai, the seventh heaven he could receive if he pulls the trigger. It turned him on.
The gun was gleamy, perfectly shaped and untarnished. Oh how Dazai was yearning to dirty it himself, it was hard to hold in the desire to cover the weapon with his sticky substances.
Lube was dripping down his ass as Dazai fingered himself, he could feel it softly and slowly running down his thighs—which sent a gentle shiver of delight down his legs. Dazai's fingers moved inside him at a steady moment, the tip of his fingers rubbing against his prostate from time to time. Cum kept dripping down his veiny dick, the brunette could feel the sticky semen wrap around his cock while it did. After a long moment of finger-fucking himself, Dazai had finally began to stop the favorable movement.
The suicidal maniac softly groaned when his walls tightened around his now still fingers—before slowly beginning to pull the three out. Dazai withdrew his fingers out gradually, which he can't say helped with the pain. His insides were like curling around his fingers, making Dazai have to spread his legs wider. With one final pull, the three fingers exited Dazai's entrance at once. Extra lube dripped down his fingers. In which he whimpers still wanting more, his cock twitching and leaking as if it were begging.
Dazai snatches the gun on the table, holding its grasp while taking the time to take in the burnished texture and perfect shape that caught his eye in a trance.
Moving towards the table with the gun in Dazai's hand, he pointed it to his left, while having the side of the gun face him. Admiring the beauty of the weapon while being turned on, he grips the barrel with his left hand; the grip with his right. With sticky semen dripping down his glans, he began to position the tip of his cock within the space of the trigger guard.
The suicidal maniac licked his lips, his tongue sliding over his lips alluringly. Before beginning to slightly push the tip of his penis inside the trigger guard—where the trigger stayed at the side. His eyes had the tiniest amount of spark ever, with only lust however.
Osamu smirked a tempting smile, softly gasping while he gradually pushed his cock further in. The trigger guard wrapped around his glans like a cock ring, while the further Dazai's dick pushed in, the more the trigger inside the trigger guard was being pushed to the side for space—which could result in firing the gun. He silently groaned, spreading his legs as he leisurely plunged inside the trigger guard.
The heat radiating from the gun—sweat dripped down the back of his neck. In one final thrust, Dazai rammed his cock inside the trigger guard, groaning as his cock was squeezed—which did in fact trigger the gun almost immediately.
A loud; sudden bang was heard, echoing through the room. It smelt like burnt sulfur, the indistinct scent roamed around the room. The speed of the bullet was as fast as lightning, Dazai couldn't even see the bullet. A dent on the wall was evident, with small and thin cracks that went across the wall from that dent. It gave Dazai a slight shock, but he was quite expecting the bullet after plunging inside the trigger guard of the gun.
Due to dazai facing it towards his left, the bullet didn't hit him. (However that doesn't mean he didn't wish it did.) The gunshot wasn't a bother to him, in fact the mackerel was filled with delight when it was fired. The black powder smell traveling up to his nose, the heat brushing against the skin, the loud and sudden bang, all that gave the suicidal maniac was pleasure. It sent shivers down his spine, but in a good way. The loud bang was followed by a brief silence, that was broken by Dazai's panting.
Dazai started thrusting his dick slightly in and out the trigger guard, though not all the way out because he didn't want to fire all his bullets. Dazai softly gasped and groaned from the pleasure, the trigger guard of the gun tightened around his length felt like a cock ring. He didn't know really what to call it; it's quite unusual to put your penis inside a trigger guard, and Dazai knew that. But it was like fucking the trigger. And oh god was it evident it turned him on.
His veiny dick began to get bigger, before a warm splash of Dazai's sticky substance shot out his glans, squirting out on the wall and dripping down to the table. Staining the objects in front of him, Dazai's back arches; pleasure written all over his face. He thrusted his cock faster, his ballsack hitting the edge of the trigger guard every time he did. Dazai grunts. “Aghn.. this feels so good..”
Dazai couldn't take it anymore, he pulled his schlong out of the trigger guard of the gun, gasping from the sudden release of pleasure and pain. The gun was covered in Dazai's semen, dripping down from the edges of it's perfect shape. The grip was sticky, it was as if the gun was leaking pre-cum. Looking at what he did to the gun; seeing it dirtied by Dazai's release—made him feel many things.
Another wave of hot liquid shot out of his glans, this time though, it was yellow. A transparent golden substance, squirting in two streams. It smelled like gas—ammonia? The blackpowder and gasoline scents contrasting around the room, though it was certainly unpleasant. However, maybe not for Dazai . The gun was now layered with hot liquids that came from a certain somewhere.
Dazai licked the nuzzle of the gun, the two substances staining his tongue. Gripping the gun tightly in his right hand, he begins to push it inside him. The nuzzle began to enter him, it was painful. But the pain was so pleasurable. Dazai groaned, pushing the gun higher up his ass. He was already loosened up by his fingering earlier, but it was still excruciating despite that.
Dazai kept pushing it up higher his ass, close to hitting his prostate—his hole being stretched out like crazy. Dazai’s moans escaped his lips involuntarily, gritting his teeth as he kept shoving it up until it finally hit the trigger. At the same time it hit the trigger of the gun, it rubbed against his prostate. Making Dazai cum once more, yelping in overstimulation as the sticky substance shoots out once more from the tip of his glans.
Though once it hit the end of the gun, the weapon was triggered. A fast and steady bullet shot up inside him, literally piercing through his guts vigorously. “AGHH! FUCK!” Was the last thing Dazai would say or scream before he fell before his knees in pain, and onto the floor while the bullet cut his insides achingly. It was gut wrenching for Dazai, literally.
Blood shot out his butthole, continuously flowing out of him. Blood spilled inside his body, which eventually spilled out of him. While he waits on death’s door will a blurry sight and in excruciating pain, he watches the substances stained on the wall, dripping down the table from earlier. The bullet exited his body at this point, with its fast and immense pace and strength it cut through Dazai’s body from his inside.
Blood poured all around the floor—as well as it dripping all down over his mouth. Then the last tiniest amount of life in the suicidal maniac’s eyes were taken away, and there laid a dead body of once the youngest Port Mafia’s leader. Osamu Dazai. What a gruesome way to die.