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ft. osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, atsushi nakajima, ryunosuke akutagawa & ranpo edogawa
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: a morning together with them.
𝐂𝐖: female reader, slightly suggestive in dazai’s part.
# wc, 2,9k total
your morning didn’t start how you’d liked it to.
‘…bella. wake up.’ you faintly felt a hand ghosting over your thigh, and warm breath tickling the shell of your ear.
a hand patting your thigh repeatedly woke you out of your half asleep state.
‘goodmorning, belladonna.’ you heard dazai say in a tone that’s too bright for this time of day, especially for him, considering he’s never fully awake until 11 am.
‘…what time is it.’ you asked groggily, stretching your limbs with a groan to rid your body of any remaining sleepiness.
‘4:30’ you could hear the smile in his voice when he said it, like it’s the most normal time to wake up. which it definitely isn’t.
‘4..am?’ you questioned, voice eerily calm. deciding to not let your developing irritation get the best of you. ‘mhm, couldn’t sleep,’ dazai wrapped his arms around your waist tight. pulling your back flush against his chest.
you felt his lashes flutter against your nape. ‘darling,’ your voice was steady, unwavering. not allowing him to hear the anger boiling in you.
he hummed, signaling for you to continue.
‘why the fuck. did you wake me up at four in the fucking morning ‘cause you ‘couldn’t sleep.’’ he didn’t give you a reply, nuzzling his face further in your neck. which was the worst possible thing he could’ve done right now.
you rushed yourself out of his embrace, shoved him on his back and straddled his lap, leaning over so you’re face to face with him.
it all went by so fast he had no time to react, his hands instinctively flew to grip your hips since he got a faint idea of what you were planning.
his idea was far from correct, ‘cause you saw the split second his hands made the move to reach for you. you pinned them above his head with one hand. your grip tight so he won’t squirm away, not that he will anyway. he loves it when you manhandle him.
‘where in hell did you get the idea to wake me up, when you’re the one who can’t sleep, huh?’ god he loves it when you’re all riled up like this, because of him.
‘ah, i jus’ missed you bella. wanted to hear your voice.’ that was the worst excuse you’ve ever heard. almost nothing can be important enough to be woken up at 4 am for.
‘don’t give me that bullshit. don’t ever fucking wake me this early again unless you’re on the brink of death. got it?’ you sneered, gripping his chin harshly to keep his attention on you.
his expression was so inappropriate for the situation. his face showed nothing but bliss, you can probably see hearts swimming in his eyes if you squint heart enough, and his lips are slightly parted.
this was so fucking irritating, you were on the verge of screaming at him and he’s liking this, you manhandling, straddling his lap, and god, that expression on your face.
you were about to give him his last warning, but then you heard a sound coming from dazai, an unmistakable moan. and you felt something poking at your inner thigh.
it all clicked now. ‘osamu what the fuck!? are you seriously hard right now?’ you were genuinely speechless, does he really get off from this shit?
‘ ‘m sorry bella, y’re just so hot like this.’ his voice was low, and you heard a slight whine in his tone.
‘ew! ‘samu, what the hell is wrong with you!’ you scrambled off of his lap and sat back on the bed next to him.
‘don’ go baby, please?’ his voice came out no louder than a whisper.
this was absolutely not your intention when you got ontop of him, trying to teach him a lesson. but everything you said went in through one ear and out the other. he didn’t hear a word you said.
you laid back down, still slightly horrified at his intentions. and ofcourse he wrapped his arms around you, pressing himself against your body.
there was no way in hell you were going to give him what he wanted, so you went back to sleep and let him suffer on his own.
chuuya’s favorite way to spend a free morning is to go out and get breakfast with you.
but when the weather’s bad, he settles for making you breakfast at home.
today is such a day, the downpour never ceasing to stop. raindrops pattering against the large window in the bedroom.
chuuya woke up early, like usual. he’s gotten so used to waking up early that it’s rare for him to still be asleep after 8 am. even on a day off.
he’s laying on his side so he’s face to face with you. one arm under his head.
lithe fingers brushing a few stray hairs from your face. his fingers ghosting over your skin. his fingers traced your features with a featherlight touch.
you look so adorable like this, hair all messy from tossing and turning, a very small smile on your face, your soft skin in it’s bare glory, no makeup to cover it up.
he loves seeing you like this, it feels so domestic and intimate.
his thumb was trailing over your cheekbone when your lashes fluttered open. ‘mornin’ baby.’ you stretched your arms out foward, wrapping them around his neck while you’re at it.
you pushed yourself closer to him, his body radiating a comfortable warmth on you.
one hand moved to your waist and the other settled on your thigh. his hand lightly sqeeuzing the skin.
you inched your face close enough to give him a quick kiss, and rested your head on his pillow. ‘goodmorning chuu, you sleep okay?’ you asked him, fingers tangling in his copper strands.
‘mhm, always sleep good when y’re next to me.’ he said, voice low and groggy.
‘ya wan’ me to make you breakfast?’ he asked you, azure eyes staring into yours.
you nodded, and so he got out of bed. he stretched his arms out, showing the insane definition of his back muscles, it was a sight that could make you drool on the spot.
he snatched a pair of sweatpants from the armchair, put them on. and made his way to the kitchen, with you following after him a minute later.
he told you to sit on a barstool at the kitchen island and that he’d do all the work.
you absolutely adore watching him cook, even if he’s just cutting up fruit or frying an egg. he looks so good with just an apron on and no shirt underneath.
breakfast is done relatively quickly, your favorite meal and some cut up fruits along with a cup of coffee. sweetened just the way you like it.
he hangs his apron back on the hook on the wall and sits on the barstool next to you.
‘chuuya. are you seriously going to watch me eat?’ you held a forkful of food to your mouth, about to dig in to the meal he prepared for you with care.
‘can’t a guy admire his gorgeous girlfriend, hm?’ he teased. you couldn’t fight the blush creeping on your cheeks at the compliment.
you were happily munching on the food he made, telling him about your week through bites.
‘was it good, doll?’ he picked up your plate and put it in the dishwasher, only now making a cup of coffee for himself. ‘mhm! was delicious.’ you walked over to where he stood at the coffee machine and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder.
‘c’mon chuu, let’s get back in bed. pretty please?’ you knew he never said no to you, so you expected nothing less than him taking your hand. leaving behind the cup of coffee to go cold.
atsushi love love loves waking up to your pretty sleeping face. he may even love it more than ochazuke, which is hard to top.
your face is just so freaking adorable when you’re asleep, he just wants to pinch your cheeks from the cuteness overload.
your hair is all messy, sprawled over the pillow, your lips are pursed together in the cutest pout he’s ever seen.
his arms wrap around your waist, careful to not accidentally wake you.
sunlight poured into the room through the thin curtain, giving the room a pretty orange hue and comfortable atmosphere.
he was staring at your face so intently, he barely noticed your body twitching just slightly.
your eyelashes fluttered open and you imagined noticed him staring, even through blurry vision from having just awoken from your slumber.
‘baby,’ you said, voice rough and laced with remnants of sleep, making him shriek audibly. ‘…yes!?’ he was very caught off guard to say the least.
‘you’re staring.’ you said with the straightest face he’d ever seen from you, were you mad he was staring?
he immediately started apologizing profusely, so you slapped a hand over his mouth to stop him from throwing out apologies like it’s an olympic sport.
‘don’t apologize for that ‘sushi.’ you said, cupping his cheeks with both your hands, thumbs caressing his cheeks gently.
‘-sorry!’ another apology. he laughs awkwardly, concerned why your face looks so disappointed.
‘sweetheart, i’ve told you so many times. you don’t need to apologize for so many things. i know you mean well.’ he was about to blurt out another sorry, and you saw it, so you shut him up with a soft kiss on his lips.
‘i’m serious.’ you say, voice stern. not to lecture him, but to make sure it gets to his head. ‘..okay.’ he says shyly.
‘you’re just really pretty.. couldn’t help myself.’ he blurts out after a moment of silence, it makes you giggle. ‘you’re so cute, atsu.’ you pinch his cheeks, exactly what he wanted to do to you earlier, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
his heart swells at how cute you’re looking right now, a happy expression on your face and a bright smile from simply pinching his cheek.
atsushi loves mornings like this with you so much, waking up to your gorgeous face is something he wants to do everyday until you grow old and wrinkly with him, and even then he’ll love you more than anything.
waking up together with akutagawa is rare. he doesn’t sleep very often, or he’s already up and about for his demanding job.
even getting him to rest is nearly impossible, you’ll have to strap him down to the bed if you want him to get very well needed rest.
and sometimes he comes home from work in the early morning, like today.
you woke up since your throat was as dry as the desert, and on your way to the kitchen you ran into akutagawa. who was on his way to your shared bedroom.
‘[name].’ he said, slightly surprised from you walking into him. nearly dropping your empty glass from the impact and shock.
you steadied yourself on two feet before properly greeting him. ‘hi ryu,’ you greeted him with a tired smile.
‘why are you awake at this hour.’ he inquired, his gaze moving to the clock on the oven to check the time. 5:43 am.
‘got thirsty, why are you back just now. thought you had a short assignment.’ you retorted with a yawn, your tone had a slight hint of annoyance.
‘went longer than i anticipated,’ he brushed past you, too tired to argue with you about him getting home later than he promised to.
this wasn’t new behavior or anything, you know he doesn’t like talking about his job so you never press on it.
he looks exhausted. his movements are sluggish and his eyes have dark bags underneath them.
he takes his coat off, hangs it on the clothing rack, and walks past you again. this time heading for the living room.
you know what he’s doing. he’s not letting himself fall victim to slumber. he’ll stay up reading his book until it’s an appropriate time to wake you up.
‘ryunosuke please.’ you stand infront of him, a hand on his shoulder so he won’t attempt to leave so easily.
‘what,’ he knows you care for him, and sometimes it’s too much for him. why do you insist on staying with him all these times? he knows he’s not the easiest person to be around, he’s stubborn, and doesn’t want anyone to worry for him. especially you.
‘just come to bed with me, please. you need to sleep.’ the hand on his shoulder falls down to gently hold his hand.
you’re looking at him with the most doe-eyed look he’s ever seen from you.
he doesn’t say anything. ‘i’ll make sure you’re safe, ryu. you need to sleep. i’ll wake you up in a few hours, promise.’ he lets you guide him back into the bedroom.
you’re right. he really needs sleep, he can’t remember the last time he got a full eight hours of shut eye, it’s definitely been weeks.
he lets you tuck him under the covers tightly, and wrap your arms around his waist, his head tucked under your chin.
his arms also wrap around your waist. holding you very close against him to let your bodyheat seep into his colder skin.
you press one kiss on his hair and mutter a goodnight to him, muffled by his hair.
he drifts off into a peaceful slumber, the thumping of your heartbeat easing all his worries.
the morning didn’t go as you imagined, but you’re happy akutagawa’s finally asleep.
ranpo refused to get out of bed. yes it was his day off, but it’s nearing noon and you want to spend time with him out of bed.
‘ran, would you please get out of bed? i’ll make you breakfast.’ you stood at the foot of the bed, pleading for him to get out and spend the day with you.
but he wouldn’t budge at all.
nothing you said or promised made him move so much as an inch.
you told him he could stay in bed for an hour longer. said hour has long passed already, you promised to run to the convience store for snacks and then he’d be out of bed. he stayed in the same exact position when you returned.
‘c’mere, sugar.’ he opened his arms for you to join him. you hesitated for a moment, but caved and settled beside him, safe in his warm embrace.
he shoved his face inbetween your tits the second you laid down.
your hands move to scratch at his scalp with your nails, he absolutely loves it when you do that. he loves having your hands in his hair, whether it be playing with the hair at his nape, scratching his scalp or simply carding your fingers through the soft black strands. he loves it all.
he could definitely fall asleep like this, his arms and legs wrapped around you like a koala, your nails lightly scratching his scalp, the rise and fall of your chest with every breath you take, and the rhythmic thumping of your heart nearly lulling him to sleep.
but he can’t. you’ll kill him if he falls asleep now. he’s already slept out for longer than you want him to.
you can’t even blame him if he falls asleep right now. if you were in his position you’d definitely snooze a little too.
but you really needed him out of bed, you weren’t going to let him sleep the entire day away since it was a rare occurrence that you both had a free day, so you decided to use up the last option you had to convince him over.
‘ranpo,’ ‘what.’ ‘if you get out of bed in 2 minutes, i’ll let you sleep ontop my chest, kay?’ having a head on your chest isn’t very comfortable, but you know he loves it. your chest is better than any pillow in the entire universe.
he immediately shot up from his very comfortable position, eyes wide open to convince you he’s fully awake now.
you can’t do anything else but laugh out loud at his immediate switchup.
‘hey! what’re you laughing for?!’ he shot you an accusatory glare. he knows it’s him your laughing at, but why?
‘-i can’t— believe- you folded, -so easily!’ you were laughing so hard it hurt to breathe, and he just stood there like🧍♂️, his shirt completely crinkled.
‘that’s so stupid.’ he was sulking now, arms crossed over eachother and his lips formed into a pout. if he stomped the floor with one foot he’d literally be like a kid throwing a tantrum ‘cause their mom wouldn’t buy them any more candy.
although you could’ve spent a few more minutes laughing your ass off, if you didn’t console him now and promise to buy him snacks, he’d be sulking for days on end and that’s something you do not want to experience again.
you walked over to him so you stood opposite of him.
‘ ‘m sorry ran, you’re just so cute sometimes!’ you cupped his cheeks and kissed him on the lips, making his pout slowly fade and turn into a small smile.
‘fine.. but don’t laugh at me like that again! and for the record i’m cute all the time.’ he said, whispering that last part. likely to himself. but you definitely heard it.
you gave him his snacks later to stop his complete sulking, and he comfortably fell asleep on your chest that night.
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