❝ why do you like to fucking argue so much? ❞ - ryomen sukuna
❝ why are you so fucking easy to start an argument with? ❞ - noemi hughes
╰ 🍯 ⊹. in which two short fused people have to share a dorm, and unsurprisingly don't along. ༉‧
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 loading . . . ❝ just kiss me ! ❞
- | 🍯 | -՞ "TURN THAT FUCKING MUSIC DOWN NIGGA."
noemi yelled, standing at sukuna's door and banging on it slightly. she didn't hear a response and definitely didn't hear the music turn down at all. like was that nigga really sleeping through all this?
she rolled her eyes, opening the door and casually strolling in to grab his remote. well that was what she was gonna do until she realized what he was doing.
she walked in on him masturbating.
oops.
his dick looked a little scary when she just stared at it, girthy as fuck with veins bulging out of it and a pink tip. that lil hoe from the car was really taking that shit? no wonder she acts like that.
"...what i tell you 'bout barging into my room?" sukuna asked, doing little to no effort to hide his big buddy bulging out in his hand. genuinely, she didn't know how the guy could just have no shame.
noemi couldn't even respond at first, her cheeks heating up as she slowly started to take her steps out the door. "turn the music down." was all she said before closing the door and retreating back to her room.
sukuna just hummed, thinking over the way she embarrassed herself with her blank staring at the sight of him flustered like that.
"she's so cute, 'nd fuckin' dumb." he mumbled to himself, his head tilting back as he grinned.
at this point naoya would have to share.
actually, fuck that, naoya had to give her up.
and he definitely wasn't getting any permission from ol' boy to continue with his idea either, the line was already about to be crossed whether the zenin liked it or not.
sukuna hopped out his bed, cleaning his hand off with a baby wipe before tossing it into a mini trashcan. he then shut off the tv which was blasting the music noemi was complaining about before walking towards her room.
surprisingly he knocked, because he was for sure hypocritical and never knocked on her damn door. after hearing the low come in, he entered, and shut the door behind him.
"like what you saw? you're still red." he commented in a snarky tone. he seemed unfazed when the lightskin girl hopped off her bed so she could pop him in his mouth, this time he caught her hand by the wrist though, watching her eyes avoid his gaze.
"lame ass nigga." she spat.
"i'm lame but you probably wet as fuck right now." he teased, his head tilting as he kissed along the palm of her hand. "we can help each other out y'know. i'm just a door down always."
