Sukuna pulled out with a grunt, fixing his boxers and not giving you so much as a second glance as he stands up. He takes a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table and with all his massiveness and height opens the balcony door and with a sigh he looks out at the city lights. I roll my eyes, by now used to his indifference, for him it was just sex, there was no aftercare or affection at all. I get up with my legs a little shaky and my cheeks full of tears from the intensity I've just experienced. I stand in front of the balcony door, admiring his back muscles and his black tattoos, I try to get closer looking out next to him. "can I have a drag?" I mutter, my voice a little hoarse and annoyed while bringing two fingers close to the cigarette. he doesn't speak, passes me the cigarette and continues to look out the balcony I take a long drag, releasing the smoke out the window, watching it dissolve into the air "you look like shit, go take a fucking shower", he looks at me with disgust, almost, speaking in his usual raspy tone. "bastard, It's not enough for you to leave me there in bed alone, you also have to tell me what to do!" I scoff, he just raises his eyebrows like this doesn't effect him at all, "You treat the other girls well, right? I'm sure they're covered in affection and love" I shake my head disappointed my tone now shifting in a more sarcastic one, when he doesn't answer me I repeat louder as my voice cracks at the end "you treat them better, don't you!?", "I don't have any other girls, there's only you",I laugh but it's very bitter "I'm not even going to talk to you, fuck it.. " , I murmur, turning away from him before he roughly takes my arm, pulling me onto his chest " what the fuck do you want, I'm giving you everything", "maybe affection, but you're too busy thinking about sex, If you're going to keep treating me like a slut I'm leaving.", " I-I'm not treating you like that, be careful how you talk to me" his voice it'a still harsh but with a hint of defensiveness, as if he knows that what I'm saying is true. "I've never been good at these things... I, yeah I really love you but after I'm used to taking a cigarette and walking away, I don't know what I should do" he looks away after saying that, as if he wanted to erase his words. my gaze softened a little "I'd just like you spending a bit of time in bed with me, you ask me how i'm feeling.... I'm not asking for much", " yeah then I assume it's fine... but don't expect it every time" he scrunches his nose, as if he were embarrassed by his own sentences, I stay silent, nodding as I cling to his waist not too tight, just for him to feel my presence. His hands hovers above my head before cradling the side as he scoff,this time is laced with affection.