Bf!Sukuna who loves the taste of your bitter coffee in the morning
A/n: back at school so less time to write but wanted to throw this into the abyss while i work on a longer piece :>
You walk back into your room after making your weekend breakfast: blueberry bagel with cream cheese and a mug of coffee with light creamer. The slight sweetness so the coffee isn't completely bitter.
Placing your breakfast on your bedside table, the lump that is your boyfriend grumbles and turns over, your body covering his face from the early morning light. Sukuna sits up slights and places a hand on your upper arm, signaling you to move down into a kiss. After he's had his fill, he moves back down under the covers and goes right back to sleep.
As the morning creeps on, you start eating your breakfast, scrolling on your phone as you do. It's only a Saturday and, while you do have a short list of tasks to get done this morning, your main goal is to let yourself relax and stay in the company of your sleepy boyfriend.
30 minutes into your breakfast, Sukuna reluctantly rolls out of bed, plants a quick kiss on your head, and trudges to the bathroom to get refreshed for the day. You hear the sink start and stop a couple of times before he reemerges into your shared bedroom and resits himself next to you on the bed. Covers placed back over his lap, head on your shoulder looking at your phone screen as you scroll.
With your bagel finished, you bring your mug back up to your mug back up to your mouth to take a few sips of your warm, bitter coffee. Watching you carefully, Sukuna lightly sets his fingertips on your chin to turn your face towards him where he firmly sets his lips on yours before gently sliding his tongue between to meet yours. When he tastes your coffee he groans. Sukuna groans. You knew he liked sitting with you and observing your routine in the morning, especially since you weren't loud or talkative in the morning. He liked existing next to you, his calm oasis amidst his hellish weeks. You knew all of this and accepted it. You let him lean into you in the morning, steal the occasional bite of bagel, and even make him his own cup of coffee in one of your cutesy mugs on the mornings he follows you into the kitchen.
What you didn't know (yet) was how much he loved the taste of your coffee on you. He'd never told you, but the first time he kissed you after a sip of your morning coffee, he'd almost begged for more. The bitter roast of the coffee mixed with the sweet taste of you that he adored energized him more than adrenaline injected straight to his veins. That taste became his new internal motivation for making it through the week without ripping someone's head off or driving into a guardrail in frustration. That taste became his new reason for life and for waking up on the weekends. He'd been treating you extra sweet on Friday nights for the past month or so and you'd had no clue it was because he knew he'd be able to kiss your coffee tainted lips silly for the next 48 hours.
Sukuna never thought he'd have soft or happy mornings even less than he thought he'd ever deserve the prettiest girl sitting next to him in bed letting him steal all the coffee-infused kisses he could ever dream of off her lips.