Warnings: Violence, strong language, arguments, mature themes, sexual content (18+). Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with these themes.
The story is about Ryomen Sukuna and you, who have been living together in an apartment for three years. Sukuna works as a famous tattoo artist. But lately, they've been getting on each other's nerves, petty issues are piling up, tensions are rising, and a simple breakfast situation turns into a toxic argument that reveals long-standing problems in their relationship.
The morning felt different. The first thing you did after waking up wasn't making breakfast. It was a small act of revenge.
You got up on purpose, much earlier than usual. You knew Sukuna had to go to the tattoo studio today, but his first client wasn't scheduled until ten. On days like that, he liked to sleep in. *But after yesterday's argument, you had absolutely no intention of letting him enjoy that extra sleep.*
You headed straight to the kitchen. You turned on every light you could, opened the cabinets a little louder than necessary, and while making breakfast, you managed to make noise with just about everything you touched.
..A disgruntled growl came from the living room. "If you don't stop do noise, I'll fuck you..." His voice was still sleepy, but loud enough to make you smirk.
You ignored his threat. You just continued to fry your eggs calmly, as if nothing had happened. Of course, you made breakfast for him too. *Who are you to deny your boyfriend food?*
*He wouldn't even have breakfast without you.He would probably starve to death one day just because he was too lazy to get up.*
You left a plate of eggs on his table. *And then came the little icing on the cake.* You dumped a spoonful of salt into his tea. Just enough to make it undrinkable-enough to ensure he'd never forget that first sip.
And the eggs? A little more pepper than necessary. Just enough to let him know yesterday's argument was far from over. Not until he apologized.
And then you left the kitchen with complete calm. Now came the second part of your plan.
His favorite blanket. You weren't going to act like a psychopath. You weren't going to burn it or throw it out the window. You just picked it up and carried it to the living room with complete confidence. So. "Now it seemed like it had always belonged there."
You couldn't resist but stuck a note there with the words "VIP access to the bedroom has been revoked. Thank you for your understanding."
After all, he had been sleeping on the couch since yesterday's argument. You had just made sure all his things were where they would obviously stay for a while. How practical of you. You smiled to yourself. Maybe that was a little childish.
When Sukuna finally limped out of the livingroom, he looked like a bear that had been forcibly woken up from its winter sleep. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were barely open, and his face wore the typical annoyed expression of someone who had slept woefully little. And he had clearly not yet realized one important thing.*You were still mad at him.*
Without a word, he shuffled over to the table and sat down lazily. Then the smell of fresh eggs wafted through the kitchen. His expression changed in a second. A satisfied, almost smug smile appeared on his lips. "So she made me breakfast after all."
He reached for his fork, took a large bite, and popped it into his mouth without thinking. The smile disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. His face twisted. Pepper! Lots of pepper Instinctively he grabbed the mug of tea and took a deep drink.
That was a mistake. In the next second, he almost spat it all back out. Salty! The tea was disgustingly salty.
He just sat there for a moment, staring alternately at his mug and plate, as if waiting for the food to apologize.
Then he slowly raised his head, his gaze settled on you. And it finally dawned on him. This wasn't an accident. This was revenge. "Oh, so that's what you want, huh?!"
He growled so deeply it sounded like a beast warning. âWhat the hell is that?" It wasn't a question. It was an accusation
You were just leaning against the kitchen counter with your arms folded across your chest. The exact same spot he had stood yesterday when the argument started over that stupid piece of cake.
An innocent smile appeared on your face that was anything but innocent. "What?" you tilted your head slightly. "You don't like it?" Your eyes sparkled with amusement.
His ticking nerves were just a step away from exploding. âIs this supposed to be a joke?" His voice was deep and irritated. You just leaned lazily against the kitchen counter and shrugged. "I don't know. It sounded like breakfast to me." Sukuna set his cup down on the table a little louder than necessary. "Do you seriously think this is some kind of game?"
"You started it." The words flew out before you could even think about them. Sukuna scoffed. "I ate a piece of cake." He said it so dryly, as if that should have settled the whole dispute once and for all. But it didn't. "No." You shook your head. "You didn't just eat a piece of cake." He frowned. "You told me I had no right to my own things!"
The kitchen suddenly fell silent. All you could hear was the faint hissing of the pan, with a few egg crumbs left on it. Sukuna glared at you.
"But that's exactly what it sounded like."
"The cake, it was in the fridge, I didn't know that-."
"And is that fridge a public pantry?" you interrupted him. "If I buy something, does that automatically mean it's yours?"
The muscle in his jaw twitched as he glared at you with a deadly glare. She's really trying her luck isn't she?
It was funny how quickly an argument over a stupid piece of cake turned into a fight over who would back down first. And neither of you planned on losing.
"So this is your answer."
"Yeah." you snapped. "You really don't know when to stop, do you?" The words almost hissed. You raised your eyebrows. "And you don't know when to stop hurting." This time Sukuna didn't answer, he just stared at you with his scary red eyes. The tension between you was so thick you could cut with a kitchen knife.
But you refused to argue any further. You turned and headed straight for the balcony. On your way, you grabbed Mici without hesitation, who was lazily sprawled on the back of the couch.
"Come here, sweetie," you murmured, pulling her close to you. Mici gave you one annoyed cat-like look, but in the end, she let herself be carried away like a queen who knows that resistance is beneath her.
You settled down on the outdoor seat and the cat immediately curled up in your lap. She started purring loudly, as if nothing had happened. You stroked her between the ears and sighed.
"Maybe I should have let him sleep a little longer..." you muttered. Mici blinked lazily. "At least I could have had half an hour more peace." The cat purred in agreement.
Sukuna watched you for a few more seconds before snorting in amusement. "Suit yourself-sulk, then."
Without a moment's hesitation, he headed into the bedroom. Your charger was lying exactly where you left it every night, right next to the bed. * Snatching it up took barely two seconds.* In the kitchen, he opened an upper cabinet and tucked it all the way to the back, behind a box of cereal a spot so absurd it would never even occur to you to look there. A satisfied smirk played on his lips.
*She's still glued to her phone. Well, how long will it take before she starts looking for it?*
Sukuna is convinced that the best way to punish you is to leave you "at the mercy of boredom". When he's at work, you'll have no choice but toyou is to leave you "at the mercy of boredom".
When he's at work, you'll have no choice but to realize that the only fun is his presence and start appreciating it.
"This is what you get for ruining my breakfast," he muttered to himself, and left to get ready for work.
When you returned from the balcony with Mici in your arms, you headed straight for the kitchen counter. The cat jumped down and immediately made for her bowl. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," you murmured with amusement.
You poured in some kibble and topped up her water. Mici dug in with such enthusiasm, it was as if she hadn't eaten all day. You watched her with a smile.
*At least someone in this apartment knew how to appreciate being taken care of.*
When you turned around, your gaze fell on the dining table.
There were the keys to Sukuna's motorbike.
You paused for a moment. Then you slowly bit your lower lip. "Hmmm..." You walked discreetly past the table, as if you weren't interested at all. On the way, your hand only briefly reached out. The keys disappeared from the tabletop as silently as they had been lying there before.
You look at the fruit bowl and without the slightest hesitation, tucked them among the apples and bananas. *No one would look for them there.* You turned the bowl slightly so that nothing was visible.
You dusted your hands off contentedly. *A walk never killed anyone.* An innocent smile appeared on your face. *At least he'll have time to think about his life decisions on the way to work.*
It didn't take long for Sukuna to reappear. This time he was dressed in the black oversized T-shirt and dark work pants he wore to the tattoo studio. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed for the door. Just a leather jacket, some boots, and he was good to go. He reached for his motorcycle keys.
He frowned. "Where are my keys?"
He began searching the entire apartment. The table, the kitchen counter, the pockets of his jacket, the shelf in the hallway. He even looked under the pile of mail, as if it could walk there on its own.
You just leaned comfortably against the desk and watched his futile search in a suspiciously good mood. âI don't know," you replied with an innocent smile. âI guess you'll have to walk to work today."
The smile on your face was so content, as if you had just had the best idea of the century.
Sukuna was slowly ending. His gaze locked directly with yours. A muscle twitched in his jaw.
Another second, and he might really want to wring your neck. âAre you fucking kidding me?!"
âNo way." You shrugged. âA walk is healthy."
But unlike you, he couldn't afford to be late.
He didn't work in an office. He was a tattoo artist. And his first client was waiting for him in no time. Every minute of delay meant explanations, rescheduled appointments, and unnecessary complications.
âThe damn keys didn't disappear on their own." Sukuna walked towards you with slow, heavy steps. "Stop kidding, girl. Give me the keys." You didn't move. âNo." His eyes narrowed. "Don't be a slut."
At that moment, he grabbed your shoulder and jerked you closer to him, as if trying to force an answer out of you. âFuck, give me those keys before you really fuck me up!" His voice was no longer calm at all. A vein stood out on his forehead, his breathing quickened. It wasn't entirely clear if it was anger... or something between desperation and panic that he would be late.
You just stared at him with that annoying, slightly satisfied smile that irritated him even more than the keys themselves. You waited. For an apology. For him to finally back down. But nothing came. Instead, without another word, Sukuna pushed you aside until she was between the table and a small decorative table with a bowl of fruit. And then he saw them. The keys. "...Really?" he said through his teeth.
Without further comment, he grabbed them. He didn't even look at you again. He just put them in his pocket, turned around, and headed for the door. âWe'll deal with this later." he said under his breath, and slammed the door shut.
As soon as the door slammed behind him, you noticed one small thing. You were in a good mood, almost victorious. but it was exactly the kind of day when joy never lasts long. Your phone vibrated. A message from Ryomen flashed on the screen.
"Congratulations, you won today. I already have the keys. You can celebrate without your phone."
You froze a few times, what does it mean? But.. you have the phone in your hand... But your phone battery wasn't doing too well, it was at two percent. "Great..." you mumble to yourself. You went to the bedroom to get the charger. Nowhere, Nothing on the nightstand, Nothing in the drawer, The socket was empty...,âThat bastard!"
You exhaled slowly. "Fine."
âAs you wish Ryomen, if you want war, then there will be war!"
The first retaliation was "quick."
His closet. You opened it and mercilessly pulled everything out. T-shirts, sweatshirts, jeans, shirts... everything ended up in a pile on the bed.
And then you got down to it.
With a meticulousness that would normally border on madness, you began to reassemble your clothes by color. Black, Dark Gray, Light Gray, White, Red. It didn't matter that the jeans and the sweatshirt ended up next to each other. The main thing was that they matched in color. When you finally closed the closet, you took a step back.
A satisfied smile appeared on your lips. You put down his favorite black hoodie, the one you knew very well was not just an ordinary piece of clothing. He wore it everywhere. Even on your first winter date, even though at the time it only warmed his ego. You left it lying aside.
Of course. Some things deserve special treatment.
You put the sweatshirt on the floor. The cat immediately lifted her head, blinking, as if she sensed something important was happening.
âLook, princess... a new bed."
The cat jumped down without hesitation. She settled down on the black fabric, wiggled a few times, clenched her tiny claws... and within seconds, she looked like she had always belonged there.
The cat's contented purring filled the room.
"Excellent," you muttered.
*You were getting more and more creative *
Then it was the turn of the remote control. You carefully took the batteries out of it and put it back on the table. "If I can't have a phone..." you muttered to yourself, "you won't have a TV.â You also stuck a small piece of paper on the remote. CONFISCATED And you hid the batteries in the cutlery drawer, Of course, where else.
Then it was time to get to work, You sighed.
âWell... someone here has to be at least a little productive." You moved to your desk, opened your laptop, and logged into your work account.
There was one huge advantage to being a social media manager, you could do almost everything from home. All you needed was an internet connection, a laptop, and a little patience. A phone would have been handy for quick responses to clients and approval of posts, but you managed without it. At least for now. You opened your post planner. A coffee shop scheduled photos for the week, a beauty salon prepared a text for a new promotion, and finally answered a few emails from clients. The work took you barely two hours. When you closed your laptop, you stretched and looked at the clock. "So... what now?" It was only early afternoon. Phone still dead. Charger still missing. And Sukuna still had a few more hours at work.
You propped your chin on your hand and stared into space. Boredom, the worst kind of boredom.
At that moment, a strange thought occurred to you. * Maybe I should look in Sukun's laptop... *
After all, he's your boyfriend, you thought selfishly, he shouldn't have any secrets from you.
After a short hesitation, you opened the laptop. You found nothing interesting, no suspicious messages or secret folders. just work files... and
You found nothing interesting, no suspicious messages or secret folders, just work files... and your photos together.
You started to look through them one by one.
There were pictures from your first date, your first kiss, trips together, and long car rides. In one photo, Sukuna was sitting behind the wheel while you showered him with kisses. In another, he was just smirking, with small marks on his neck from your playful displays of affection.
Another photo made you stop. There were four of you in it. You, Sukuna, Gojo, and Geto. It was the night Sukuna first introduced you to her high school friends.
You couldn't help but smile as you looked at the photo. Satoru, as always, looked like he was enjoying everything. He had once teased Sukuna about being suspiciously possessive, and even made fun of him for being secretly in love with his own ego.
Sukuna dismissed him with a single annoyed look each time. *But Geto...*
That was a whole other chapter. You remembered how he had started talking to you that evening. He told one joke after another and you must have laughed naturally. And that was when you noticed how Sukuna's expression changed, his red eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Males..." you sighed softly. You remembered what followed very well. Sukuna immediately intervened between you. He discreetly grabbed you around the waist and behind your buttocks and pulled you closer, as if to remind everyone in the room of one thing. She's mine.
âDon't you have anyone else to bother?" he snapped at Geto with an arrogant grin. Geto just smiled. âWe were just talking."
âThen talk to someone else." From that moment ÙÙ on, Sukuna hardly let Geto finish. He would throw out every comment he made, make every joke even more sarcastic, and take a dig at him at every opportunity. At the time, you thought he was just having fun. It wasn't until much later that you realized why he did it.
Sukuna knew full well that Geto was popular with women. And even though he never admitted it, he couldn't stand the thought of someone else looking at you for longer than necessary.
On the way home, Sukuna grabbed your arm without a word and pulled you briskly towards the car. "Sukuna, slow down! You're going too fast!" you complained, trying to keep up with his pace. He didn't even turn around. His jaw was set tightly and irritation was evident in his red eyes.
It wasn't until you reached the car that he unlocked the door. You expected him to open the passenger seat for you, but instead he unexpectedly sat you in the back seat.
"Be a good girl," he said in a deep voice, "and shut up." Before you could ask a single question, he got in behind you and slammed the door.
In the next moment, he grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in hard. The kiss was rough, impatient, his tongue pushing roughly over your teeth and up to your tongue, as if it were some kind of lamin teeth and up to your tongue, as if it were some kind of dominance struggle...
you were stunned *why now? Isn't he tired from tonight?* You had fun, yes, but the company of his friends had taken a toll on you and you were tired. His hands were holding your head as if he wasn't going to let you move an inch.
When you finally took a breath, you bit his lip lightly and pushed him away from you âRyomen!" you blurted out angrily. âWhat the hell is going on with you?!"
Sukuna just wiped his lip with his thumb and looked at you with that haughty look of his. A smug grin appeared on his lips.
âWhat is it? I thought you wanted sex." Sukuna grinned, as if he was amused by your reaction.
You looked at him in confusion. And his red eyes pierced yours. *It wasn't desire burning in them, it was jealousy. A burning, angry jealousy that he didn't even try to hide.*
"You were laughing at his stupid jokes all night," he said through gritted teeth. âYou let him stand too close. He leaned in towards you as if he had a right to be in your personal space."
You shook your head in confusion. "Ryomen, we were just talking."
âReally?" he snorted contemptuously. âThen explain to me why you kept smiling at him."
âBecause he told jokes."
His voice sounded angry, he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you down onto the seat. âIf a guy leans in that close to you, he's definitely not doing it because he's interested in the cards." His hand slid down your side, and he hiked up your skirt.
âHe thought he had a chance," he spat out the words in disgust.
âHe didn't," you whispered.
Sukuna just smirked. âI hope so."
His hands ran down your inner thighs and he pushed them apart, his hand playing with the hem of your panties and running his fingers through your pussy. âI hate it when someone thinks they can touch what's mine." He said and looked down at your panties. He bent down as I got between your legs, he quickly put your legs on his shoulders and buried his face between your legs.
âRyomen!" you squealed in embarrassment as he began to lick your pussy through your pants.
"So sensitive," he murmured, his voice muffled by the fabric of your panties. He slipped his fingers into your panties and pulled them aside to reveal your shiny skin. His tongue darted out and lazily circled your clitoris before diving deeper to taste you. He deliberately hummed into your pussy to send a wave of pleasure through you.
You taste even better when you're all upset," he remarked in a low, husky voice.. When she tried to push him away, he gripped your thighs tighter and pinned you to the seat. âDon't move, I'll be done in a moment." He said with a mischievous smile, burying his head back between your thighs. You started to moan and Sukuna stuck two fingers inside you and started to suck your clit.,,fuck, yeah, moan for me."
As soon as he finished those words, there was a loud knock on the window from outside. You both jumped.
Sukuna hissed in annoyance, quickly throwing his black leather jacket over you and piercing the intruder with a murderous glare.
Gojo was standing outside the window, holding your purse.
âY/n?" he called cheerfully. "You left your purse with me. I was taking out the trash after the pizza and beer when i noticed Sukuna's car..."
He leaned closer to the window. *Then he looked at you. Then at Sukuna. At the jacket he had wrapped you in. There were a few seconds of near silence.*
Gojo's eyes slowly widened. "...Ouch."
He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and smiled nervously. âI guess... I came at an inopportune time.."
Sukuna rolled down the window just a few centimeters. âDid you just notice that?"
Gojo handed him his purse. "Here... here it is."
Sukuna snatched it from his hand without a word. âNow get out of here."
âYeah, yeah... I'm coming." Gojo took a few steps back, but he still couldn't help but smile amusedly. âJust for your information... next time, find a place where no one can see you."
Sukuna's red eyes narrowed dangerously. âOne more word, Satoru..."
Gojo raised his hands in surrender. âOkay, okay! I'm out!" He turned on his heel and headed back into the house with a suppressed laugh.
As soon as Gojo was out of sight, Sukuna rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
You looked at Sukuna and couldn't help but laugh. You laughed. âYou're not telling me that Gojo ruined your mood?"
Sukuna snorted. âIf he tells anyone, I'll kill him."
âI wouldn't bet on it."
When you think back to it now...
you wrapped in his leather jacket, Sukuna sitting beside you with that irritated, permanently arrogant expression on his face, and Gojo outside holding your handbag like he had just walked in on something he definitely wasn't supposed to see...
You can't help but laugh. Just like you did back then. "This can't have been real..." you exhale between soft laughter, shaking your head.
For a moment longer you just smile to yourself, before lowering your gaze back to the laptop again. But it was the last photo that really caught your eye.
Sukuna was looking straight into the lens. His signature arrogant smirk played on his lips, while his eyes radiated the self-assurance and ego he never tried to hide. Yet, there was something in his gaze that he revealed only on rare occasions.
Tenderness. Not toward the world. Only toward you. "You're the only one who looks at me like that..." you whispered with a smile.
But it vanished the moment you opened the last photo. *It was from your birthday celebration.*
The sight of the cake instantly reminded you of yesterday's argument. "That jerk..." you muttered, gripping the notebook tighter. The smile vanished from your face. Anger took its place.
You spent the rest of the day in living room "between attempts to read" and "failed attempts" to do something.
Mici was the only one who seemed completely content. You weren't. You just heated up some instant soup for lunch. Cooking didn't appeal to you, not even a little. After yesterday's argument, a strange tiredness had settled over you not physical, but the quiet kind tha settles somewhere between your thought doesn't want to go away.
So you just sat there, waiting. When the lock finally clicked, you jumped.
You quickly grabbed a magazine from the coffee table and opened it, as if you were deeply absorbed in reading.
Hi, I'm a beginner writer >-< and I would be grateful for your support. If you liked the story and wrote a comment, I would be very grateful. Please do not copy or republish my story without my permission. Sharing the link is, of course okay, allowed, and I would be very happy if you did so.
Chapter 3 will be up soon!
