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CIGARETTES! — #RYOMENSUKUNA
“if my sweet baby doesn’t like cigarettes, then i hate them also.”
SUMMARY. in which sukuna is willing to give up anything for your love, even if it’s his addiction for cigarettes.
“you reek of cigarettes.” you blurt out.
sukuna blows smoke out of his mouth looking bored as ever. “so?” he blankly replies.
“i don’t like it.” you don’t. it’s unhealthy. dangerous. and disgusting. you hate it when he kiss you with this scent. you hate how much he loves it.
“woman, i’m the one smoking, not you.” he replies, eyes looking up as he continue to smoke, he’s high, you can tell. “chill.” he adds.
“then . .” you started, “let’s break up.”
sukuna then laughs, “fuck off.” he eyes finally landing at you, “what are you on about now? bitchy all of a sudden.”
“you always smoke. i don’t like it. you always get into fights. you always drink. you’re always in trouble.” you state his problems, “it’s tiring. im so sick of seeing you smoke that roll. it smells bad and it’s disgusting.”
he looks at you, “too harsh, aren’t you?” it made you glare at him, he can never, ever take anything seriously. “i’m serious. fix yourself, when you’re ready to be a proper boyfriend come back to me.” you say. taking this as a note to leave. a sign of goodbye.
you don’t know how you and sukuna found comfort with each other. he’s very different from you. extremely. though you say harsh words to each other all the time. you know you don’t mean it. you’re not gonna leave him.
you met sukuna through a billiard hall. he was alone and you were with your friends. he found liking into you. a small talk happen between the both of you which lead to him snatching your time away from your friends.
he taught you billiard that time.
you can’t even remember how it was. was it his billiard teaching? or was it his clothed dick sticking and grinding to your core that you feel and only remember?
that night took into a turn. you slept at his place. and the morning after. you had yourself a boyfriend. sukuna was two years older than you, it was his last year in college. though he goes to a different one he never fails to pick you up after school. he drives a BMW c400x a black colored one. taking you to the streets of tokyo you’ve never laid eyes or even knew exists. being with sukuna made everything different, he showed you a whole new world. he was the only man for you.
so you aren’t surprise when you see him inside of your apartment with a coffee in his hands, it was eight in the morning. and he had a spare key.
“sukuna, you can’t just barged in here.” you say. sitting at the across from him. his nerve really. you can never with this man. he makes his own rules.
“the cigarettes.” he started, “i threw them away.”
you scoff at him, “like i’d believe that?”
“didn’t know coffee tasted quite nice. i should drink this more often.” ignoring your question he complimented the coffee he was drinking.
“you really quitted?”
sukuna chuckles, “come here, baby.”
“that’s not my question.”
“bambi, come sit in my lap.”
bambi he likes to call you that. you once mentioned that you found the nickname cute in one romcom drama you forced him to watch. now he calls you that from time to time.
“okay.” you follow his words, sukuna fixed the position of his legs to give you access to sit at. now you’re sitting on him with your legs beside his. side to side.
“if my sweet baby doesn’t like cigarettes, then i hate them also.” sukuna proudly says grinning. “won’t lose you over that shit, now give me a kiss, my girl been so hard on me, eh?”
gosh you really do love him and can’t ask for more.
