Lust And Despair | Bungou Stray Dogs

rise and shine | d. osamu (fluff)

A low groan bubbled from your throat, annoyance in your movements as your body lurched, shoving blankets around you. You quickly drifted to reality as the sun, whom you now understood, awoke you in the first place. Warmth spread throughout your face, rays upon your eyelids as you squeezed them tighter in reflex. As you peeked an eye open, immediately regretting it with stinging pain in your eyes; the windows reflected the star rising directly in your face, the man in front of you completely unharmed, fortunate to have your shadow cover him as he faced you, completely unaware of the irritation you were now experiencing from the rude awakening.

Dazai laid completely limp next to you, his bare, scarred shoulders moving as he dwelled in a yawning sleep. It was quite rare to wake up before Dazai, the man uncomfortable with the fact anyone could be watching him, or that he always awoken before you due to insomnia. You never understood why he went to work late, his neck always rung, sore from the grip of Kunikida at the early hours of noon, his pleas for you to instead choke him, free him of this world.

A puff escaped you, quietly yawning before hesitantly gazing to the man whom you've come to love. He was truly in a deep state of sleep, soft pale lips parted as sensual deep breaths escaped him, his eyebrows knitted, a trait you've noticed. He was knocked out, and you used that time to admire his somewhat peaceful face, however, this man still couldn't look content in a regretful void of nothing. His face turned, a look of discomfort and you blessed him with a gentle touch. Fingers lowly scanned his cheek, resembling a board as you stilled when your contact caused him to stir. You didn't want to wake him, softness unlike you.

A sad smile graced your face as Dazai leaned into your touch, his cheek squished as you now arched forward. Your hips and legs halted in pain, deep in your tissue as your sudden movement tensed your muscles. Your hand traveled to his neck nonetheless, rubbing circles at his jaw. A domestic feeling in your veins came to life as his face calmed. Beautiful, you thought. A low hum rubbled in his chest, and a brief moment of embarrassment struck you. Your ears flushed as he blinked his sleep away, loudly breathing through his nose before peering into your eyes. Cocoa-coloured, bathed in sunlight. "G'morning.." Dazai softly mumbled, hands reaching at your waist, squeezing the taut skin. He playfully reached for your ass and you squished your legs, wrapping you and him together, molding. You fondly smiled, eyes watering as his hand squeezed your sore, marked body. His espresso hair tickled, and with a moment of worship, you breathed him in.

Sake burned onto him and last night's not-so innocent activities lingering. His head smelt of your sweet shampoo, a light whiff of natural body scents mixing, your mind dizzy. Your silence brought concern, your warmth not his sole priority for now. "Belladonna?" You hummed, too busy indulging yourself with his scent. "Good morning, Osamu, my love." A pleasant smile pulled at his soft lips, eyes full with glee. He was your shot of espresso that woke you up in the morning.