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“I love when people of color come up to me and say, ‘You don’t know what it meant to me to see myself in a cartoon. I got one little black girl that I get to see that looks like me, thank you so much.’” 

                            —Cree Summer on her impact.

okay okay we've all heard of nerd!jo and frat!jo twins...but have we considered nerd!kuna and frat!kuna?

(art on left by @to00fu + art on right by @winterrbluess)

sukuna had a split personality.

half the time he acted like he could barely stand you, grumbling that you were a brat in that deep, gravelly voice of his when you bumped into him at frat parties only to drag you to a bathroom to fuck you against the door. but in class, he was practically a star student, slouched forward in his seat and studiously taking notes, thick glasses low on the bridge of his nose and a band hoodie hiding his bulky frame. sitting next to you and nodding in acknowledgment, even sliding over snacks sometimes.

like he hadn't blown your fucking back out last weekend in some hockey player's bedroom, bent over a cluttered desk that wasn't his with your hair wrapped around his fist.

you guessed he was just embarrassed.

or maybe he didn't want a relationship with you.

it wasn't like you fit in with the usual type you'd heard he went for - the perky, pliable sort he could use as he pleased. you only transferred here at the start of the semester, struggling to find new friends, to figure out where you fit in.

which, admittedly, probably wasn't in sukuna's sheets.

"what are you doing tonight?" but when he asked that after class friday morning, you were already daydreaming about his cock being buried inside you anyway.

you tilted your head to the side, blinking up at him like he didn't already know. "probably going to gojo's party."

"wanna grab dinner instead?" he grunted, brows knitted together as his usual scowl softened the tiniest bit.

you thought maybe you misread him the past few months.

maybe you meant more to him than sloppy drunk sex in secret moments.

and when he paid for your meal and begrudgingly chuckled at your bad jokes a couple hours later, muttering under his breath that you could call him ryo instead, you were sure of it. fantasizing about going on another date before he'd even brought you back to your dorm, walking a little too fast ahead of him in a hurry to do what the two of you always did.

fuck.

it was sorta funny to see his face scrunch up in surprise when you unzipped his jeans the second you were both through the threshold, probably not expecting you to take the lead for once.

but who could blame you when you thought you were about to have the hottest guy on campus to call your own?

trailing your hands over the tattoos inked across his skin, noting what you supposed must be a new one just above his hips, pausing for a second when you noticed it didn't really look new, not red or inflamed-

and then he was kissing you hard enough to knock the air from your lungs and the common sense from your head. greedily sucking on your bottom lip and shoving his tongue in your mouth while his fingers worked to yank the zipper down on your dress.

you were riding him ten minutes later.

bouncing up-and-down on his fat cock, burying your face in his neck, the tendon there flexing as he rutted his hips up to grind himself deeper inside of you.

"f-fuck, you're so-"

well, he'd always been big, but had he always been so fucking thick?

it felt like you were being molded around him, every one of his ridges and veins standing out and pulsing as your thighs strained to keep yourself up-right and steady through his thrusts.

you were sticky too, his body heat enveloping you and his hair hanging loose, a little shaggier than you last recalled, framing his face as he groaned and clenched his jaw.

"if you keep gasping like that, m'gonna cum," he warned, his gravelly voice deep and low as he gritted his teeth.

"can't help it," you whined back, wiggling your hips down as you reached up to cup his cheek, enjoying this point of view for once when you were usually the one under him.

completely clueless you'd never actually been under him at all until a second him walked through your fucking door.

barging in unannounced, shoving it open hard enough to hit the wall as you whipped around to see someone with the same face. who was staring back at you with a borderline disgusted expression.

"what the hell are you doing with him?"

it took you an embarrassingly long five seconds of glancing back and forth between them to figure out what the fuck was going on.

"you're twins?" you gaped, feeling your walls squeeze down on the cock spearing you open while you wondered how you had failed to notice the fact there were two of them.

"triplets, actually," ryo corrected you, glaring over your bare shoulder at his brother, his fingers splayed out and pressing down possessively on your spine while sukuna scoffed.

"we don't talk about jin."

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