❝ 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 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 loading . . . ❝ back to square one ! ❞
- | 🍯 | -՞ "NOT NOW, WELL... JUST NOT HERE."
noemi told sukuna, swatting at his hands. her brows raised at his reaction, he was surprisingly... calm. what the hell was up with him lately? hes been so patient with her all of a sudden like he doesn't cuss her out daily.
"do you miss naoya or something? feel guilty?" sukuna queried, his brows slightly furrowing. always questioning her, like he knew everything.
and he didn't.
because noemi wasn't avoiding sex because they were at a party, and she didn't feel guilty about naoya. if she wasn't a virgin, she'd probably have stripped right here.
if.
but she swore to herself she'd lose it in a bed to at least maintain her dignity— she refused to strip down naked and end up getting fucked in some random persons bathroom as her first time.
and knowing sukuna, with how jealous he was acting right now, even if she just stripped and hoped he'd only play in the kitty, he'd end up convincing her to let him put in just the tip. she wasn't stupid and she wasn't getting caught up.
and sukuna was definitely buying that she had some experience because he was too caught up on the way naoya would take everything slow, it just settled in his mind that maybe she hadn't done things in so long that she just... was a bit sloppy.
"just a bit." noemi mumbled, looking away. "just not today, okay?" this was fine. him thinking that she missed naoya and felt bad for basically playing in his face or something, for now she could deal with that.
it wasn't that virginity was embarrassing, but she knew sukuna would drag it, and she wasn't mentally prepared for his foul ass mouth.
who ever could be?
sukuna frowned, his arms wrapping around her waist in a hug before he buried his head into her neck. "you don't need him." he reminded her lowly.
"yet you think i need you?" noemi asked him, her brow raising. but she still wrapped her arms around him, receiving the hug.
her hands toyed with his hair as he thought about what his answer would be.
he was getting too damn mushy for his own liking.
"no shit."
"i was wondering when you were gonna curse at me again.
the two just started smiling, chuckling lowly as they let go of each other.
"meet me near the kitchen, 'm gonna go find kenny." noemi informed sukuna. she hopped off the table, smoothing over her clothing ti make sure it fit tight and properly.
he watched her exit the bathroom, deciding to stand there for a bit, calm himself down.
"...'m hard and she left me." he mumbled to himself, a bit of a frown on his face as he pulled out his phone. as if timed, a text appeared on the lock screen, his eyebrow raising as the name "tatiana" popped up on his screen.
he almost forgot about her, he hadn't spoke to her since the day he dropped her off after picking up noemi from her classes.
the text read a simple 'wya,' which slightly made him chill. if's like she always knew when she was in the same area as him— she probably ran into toji and he ratted him out or something.
that poor fucker.
before he could text back, the bathroom door opened, his brows furrowing as he expected to just scare the person out, but it was more of a speak of the devil situation.
the brown skinned woman was now in front of him, phone in hand, a bit of a surprised expression across her features as she closed the door behind her.
"why are you hiding in the bathroom? didn't you see my texts?" tatiana asked him, her slim brow raising as she looked at him. her brown eyes bored into his red ones, an annoyed gaze forming in them.
"i saw them, and i was gonna text you back just now, so quit whining. i'm not hiding either. fuck you ask a lot of questions, y'know that?" sukuna sucked his teeth, stuffing his phone back into his pocket. his eyebrow raised as his eyes skimmed over her revealing outfit. a cropped graphic tee and a denim mini skirt hanging low on her hips.
"what are you dressed up for?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. she came in here all like that while he was in his feelings about being left hard again... she really struck a nerve by just being pretty.
"i'm at a party. why would i not want to look pretty?" tatiana asked him, dumbfounded. "anyways, what are you in here for—" she started off, walking towards him and examining him until her eyes fell on his... 'problem,' "oh."
"what, one of your bitches didn't wanna get your dick wet?"
"watch your mouth, she isn't a bitch." sukuna groaned, leaning back against the counter. he glared down at the brown skinned woman, his hand grabbing her wrist to pull her closer. "why do you act like that?"
"you play in my face every day, what do you mean why do i act like that?" tatiana asked him, sucking her teeth.
"yet you come back."
"i'm not fucking you. shut up and die."
sukuna just stared at her, neither of them looking away from each other. her hands rested on either side of the counter while his free hand held her hip, the other still gripping her wrist to keep her close.
"we both know thats a lie."
and it was, because she definitely ended up stripping right there.
