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Peter’s entire body locked. A low, guttural sound tore out of him that didn’t sound entirely human. His muscles flexed hard under your hands, denser and tighter than usual, like every fiber had suddenly drawn taut with unnatural strength.

His eyes flooded pure black from edge to edge, reflective and hungry, pupils vanishing completely. Fangs pressed faintly against the inside of his lip. The new spider mutation—stronger, more instinct-driven—took complete control without changing his shape.

He didn’t pull out.

Instead he slammed forward to the hilt and stayed buried deep, grinding hard as he came with a harsh, animal growl. Thick pulses of heat flooded you, over and over, no hesitation at all.

“Peter—!” you gasped, eyes wide. “Wait, you’re still—oh my godd”

One hand shot up, not rough but firm, cradling your jaw and gently parting your lips with his thumb. He leaned in and spit a slow, warm strand of saliva straight onto your tongue, watching it land with those pitch black eyes.

Then he kissed you messily—open-mouthed, wet, tasting you and himself, tongue sweeping deep while his hips kept twitching through the last of his orgasm. The kiss was frantic and claiming for several long seconds, then softened into something almost sweet, like the human part of him was still trying to be gentle even while the mutation ruled.

You made a small, startled sound against his mouth, hands flying up to grip his wrists. “Peter… Peter, what’s happening? Your eyes—”

The mutation receded as suddenly as it had come.

The extra tension drained from his limbs. His eyes cleared back to that familiar dark brown, blinking rapidly. Peter froze, still buried inside you, still kissing you.

He pulled back just enough to look at your face, pupils blown wide with pure confusion. Then his gaze dropped between your bodies.

He stayed buried for a second longer, watching with dazed intensity as he finally eased back the slightest bit. A thick, pearly strand of his cum immediately welled up around his cock and began to drip out of you in a slow, heavy trail, sliding down to the sheets. Another pulse followed, warmer and messier, coating him as he stared. His breath hitched hard.

“Oh my god…” he whispered, voice cracking. He didn’t yank away; he stayed carefully still, eyes locked on the steady drip of white leaking from you around him. “I—fuck, look at that… it’s everywhere. I came so deep and it’s just… pouring out.”

His cheeks flushed dark with a mix of horror and residual heat. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t— I was gonna pull out, I swear I was. Something just… took over. It—fuck, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Please tell me you’re okay.”

You stared up at him, still catching your breath, heart racing from both the intensity and the sudden shift. Your voice came out soft but steady. “Hey… hey, look at me. I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me.”

“…But I came inside,” he whispered with a small pout coating his face, panic rising as another slow drip slid free and he tracked it with his eyes. “I just— I couldn’t stop. And the spit, the kissing like that— fuck, what the hell was that? There’s so much of it… it’s still coming out of you.”

He swallowed hard, gaze still fixed on the mess between you for a long moment. A new, flustered expression crossed his face. “And the worst part is… part of me liked it. Like, really liked seeing it. Filling you up. I think—god, this is so messed up—watching it drip out of you is doing something to my brain and I feel terrible about it.”

You reached up, cupping his face with both hands so he had to meet your eyes. “Baby. Breathe. I’m right here. It felt… intense. But I’m not scared of you. And hey… finding something out about yourself doesn’t make you a bad person.””

His lower lip trembled. “I love you. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll do whatever you need—morning-after stuff, anything. Just please don’t be mad.”

You brushed your thumbs over his cheekbones, voice gentle. “I’m not mad. Surprised? Yeah… but if anything that was really hot”

Peter let out a shaky breath and carefully lowered his forehead to yours again, still half-buried like he was afraid moving would make the mess worse. His eyes flicked down one more time, watching another thick trail of his release slip free. “I hate that it happened like that. I never want to take choices away from you.”

You slid one hand down to rest over his racing heart. “I know. And I trust you. We’ll figure the rest out together, okay? Just… stay close for a minute. Don’t pull away yet.”

He nodded against you, pressing a soft, apologetic kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another to your cheek. “Okay. I’m here. I’m so sorry… and thank you for not freaking out on me.”

You gave a tiny, breathless laugh, fingers carding through his damp hair. “We’ll talk about the mutation later. Right now just hold me. You’re still my Peter.”

He wrapped his arms around you carefully, burying his face in your neck with a quiet, relieved sound. “Always. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back, stroking the nape of his neck. “Even when your DNA decides to get dramatic mid-orgasm.”

That pulled a small, watery chuckle out of him, and he held you tighter—still apologetic, still a little shaken, but softening into the comfort of knowing you weren’t going anywhere.

dividers — @/pixopix

an — just saw the movie today and im going crazy just mmm i need him

But when you showed up, sukuna was sitting, legs spread, jeans hanging loosely off his hips, a loose black shirt coating him, that cocky grin fitting his face as soon as he saw you, pulling you onto his lap. “C’mon baby, stay for a bit, have funnn.” His voice was low and persuasive, those crimson eyes locking onto yours with that intensity that made your knees weak.

You had protested weakly — midterms were coming, you had studying to do, but he backed you into his room, lips crashing into yours, hands roaming under your shirt. “Just five minutes,” he murmured against your neck, nipping at the skin until you shivered.

And well five minutes turned into him carrying you upstairs to his room, clothes hitting the floor in a frenzy, and now here you were. In a mean matting press, knees right by your ears, his tatted, veiny hands holding your legs still, his faint pink hair sticking to his forehead, biceps flexing, eyes locked on where he disappeared inside you, stretching your walls to the brink, your slick coating his shaft and dripping down your thighs. “Fuck you feel soo good, baby,” he growled, voice rough.

Drool slides down your chin as he pushes your left leg further up, his cock hitting deeper with every thrust a little more of your arousal drooling out every time he hits your g-spot.

Each time he slams back in it coats a cute, little soft whimper out of you, and Sukuna is so amazed by sight your cunt drooling all over his dick, molding to his size he almost a cute little bulge appearing in your stomach he almost doesn’t hear your hoarse voice.

His phone starts vibrating again somewhere nearby “Kuna–” Your nails down his neck gripping his shoulders. “K-kuna hah– your phones ringing.”

Sukuna ignores it, waiting for the ringing to stop “don’t- don’t care.” His focus doesn’t waver, his ruby eyes still staring to where you are both connected in a beautiful mess, his free hand pinning your thigh wider as he keeps slamming into you.

He slides all the way out dragging his tip through your folds, then smushing it against your clit with a little tap! tap! before he slams right back in.

“Hah- fuck your pussy so fucking–”

His phone rings, longer this time. His brow twitches, he exhales through his nose, clearly annoyed but he doesn’t reach for it. Instead his hand drifts down to your pussy drawing tight circles on your puffy clit.

And as the coil in your stomach gets tighter as his fingers grow sloppier while his thrusts get deeper, making you cry out as he grounded against that spot that had stars exploding behind your eyes, you forget all about his phone. “ah- kuna- m’gonna cum!”

“Yeah, baby? You gonna cum all over this dick?” his calloused finger tips slide up your thigh, moving his head to side, pressing a little kiss to ankle. “God you look so fuckin good like this- love—“

Ring!

The phone lights up again — persistent, obnoxious. Sukuna finally stills, clicking his tongue sharply, but he didn’t slow down – instead, a wicked grin split his face as he reached over with his free hand, muscles ripping under his tattoos, slamming into you harder, making your vision blur. “Fucking annoying,” he snarled, voice gravelly with lust, not even looking at the screen when he presses answer, while his free hand clamped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp.

Sukuna can hear a breath of relief on the other side of the phone. “Finally! Sukuna! What the fuck!? I’ve been trying to reach you all week!”

“Huh?” he interrupted, his breath catching slightly as he drove deeper, making you gasp, his rhythm turned brutal, his balls slapping against your ass relentlessly, your juices squirting around him with each punishing stroke.

“You’ve been ignoring me, asshole!” His brain throbs at her voice, moving his phone. “Yorozu, I already told you we’re not fucking anymore – I said it's done. So stop calling my ass like a pathetic loser. What part of ‘it’s over’ do you not understand?”

The line goes quiet for a few moments, he leans down closer to your ear biting it as his pace turned crazy. “Hold my phone will you, baby?”

Your back arches into him, nails scratching at his nape. “ngh- w-what?”

“K-kay.” you pant eyes blown wide.

He places the phone in your hand, and guides it down low, positioning the phone right where your bodies connect. Then leans down, catching your lips in a messy kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “Good girl.”

“Sukuna!” she yelled “You better respond right now!”

His lips narrowed “I’ll fucking respond whenever I fucking feel like it.” the wet sounds of your bodies colliding filled the room, you bite your lip trying to stifle a whimper, adrenaline thrumming through you at his anger.

“Sukuna, please! I can’t stop thinking about you. No one else compares, Just give us another chance! I’ll do anything!”

“Anything? How about shutting the hell up and deleting my number? You're embarrassing yourself.” His was loaded with mockery, but his thrusts grew erratic, harder, your pussy clenching around him as the thrill of his dominance sent shivers down your spine.

You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, trying not to moan too loudly, but sukuna noticed and the restraint that he had left snapped smirking as he released you flipping you onto your stomach effortlessly, like you weighed nothing.

“That's better” he groaned, pulling your hips up high and slamming back inside you from behind his hands gripping your waist with bruising force.

He kneads your ass, groaning internally at the squelch! Squelch! streaming from you every time his dick pushes back in. He’s honestly surprised Yorozu hasn’t said anything about it, but then again the girl is obsessed with her voice, and everything having to do with her.

Then yorozu’s voice cracked over the speaker, desperate and whiny. “Don’t be like this! I love you – I know you feel it too. Remember how I made you cum so hard? I'll come over right now-”

“—Oh my god! Kunaaaa!” You whine pushing your head further into his pillow, as he pounded deeper, his free hand smacking your ass hard enough that it definitely left a mark.

“You're treating me like a slut kuna!” Yorozu snapped. “And I know you want me in your life, so just open up and let this go somewhere.

God, you felt so full in this position.

Sukuna leaned down, hand pressing firmly against your back as he planted a foot on the bed to get a better angle that had you sobbing even more. You can feel every ridge and vein of his dick, and you swear in that moment you almost scream, because why the fuck did it feel so good?

“Sukuna, hello?!?”

He laughed darkly, the sound vibrating through you as he pounded into your soaked pussy, the new angle letting him hut even deeper, your ass jiggling with each impact. “You’re fucking obsessed, that’s what you are.” his hips start to snap faster against yours, grunting everytime you clench around him because he could give a fuck less. “And are you being deadass?” he laughed.

“This is going to be something, so I'm not giving up on it.” She chirped. “But I'm not gonna beg here and look stupid as the prettiest girl at our college.”

He continues his relentless pace, leaving you breathless. “Right. Right. Rightttt- Because that’s not what y’re doin’ right now” He grips your waist a little tighter when you start fucking your hips back into his but sliding your hand back pressing it against his lower abdomen grazing his dark happy trail, trying to push him away like your saying it’s to much, but not enough.

Fuck.

Cute.

Your so fucking cute.

“Well I’m gonna go now, so block my number” Sukuna declared, ready for this just to be over with so he can give all his attention back to you.

“No! Sukuna! Please!” Yourozo shouted.

“Hah- fuck you.” Sukuna grabs a fistfull of your hair pulling you up closer to him, because it didn't feel enough, nothing felt enough when it came to you. “And you wanna know why I’m done? Cause I already got the perfect fucking girl who’s way better than you’ll ever be.” And right after those words escape his pretty pink lips, it’s like a shell snapped off you because you started fucking back into him, mean, hard, relentless.

Yorozu's voice cracked over the speaker, desperate and whiny. "Sukuna, don't be like this! I love you- Who is she anyway? Some freshman slut you picked up at a kegger? She can't satisfy you like I can. Bet she's boring in bed—"

"—Boring? Fuckkk no. She's everything you're not — tight, wet, and mine. Wanna see for yourself?” He switched to facetime with a grunt, her face appearing on the screen – eyes puffy from crying, makeup smeared, before he flipped the camera without mercy.

He angles it down low, capturing the obscene view: his girthy cock plunging in and out of your glistending, swollen pussy, splitting you wide open, your cream forthing around him as he fucked you senseless.

“Fuckk– Look at this– see how she’s taking me? Every fucking inch, like she was made for it. That’s my girl–” his hips are snapping with feral intensity. No barrier, just him filling you completely, something he'd never allowed Yorozu, no matter how many times she begged on her knees, whining about wanting to feel him bare.

He'd always shut her down cold “Nah, not you." The wet, squelching sounds echoed obscenely in the room, your pussy gushing with each thrust.

Sukuna's eyes narrowed in surprise as he glanced at the screen. "Damn, Yorozu, you really couldn’t hear that? All this nasty shit—her pussy's so fucking soaked, sucking me in like a vice. Listen closer," He thrust harder on purpose, the lewd slaps and squirts amplifying.

Her gasp turned into a horrified sob, words tumbling out in a frantic mess, “No! Sukuna, stop! That’s– that’s disgusting! How could you–”

Her voice hitched into a wail as the full view sank in, her eyes widening in horror at the raw, unprotected sight. "You're... you're fucking her raw? You never let me, even when I begged! I offered everything, and you said no! How could you give that to her? Some nobody who's been stealing you away?"

"Stealing? She’s always had this shit first” Sukuna snarled, his thrusts turning vicious, the camera shaking in his grip as he drove deeper.

Her gasp turned into a horrified sob, words tumbling out in a frantic mess. "No! Sukuna, stop! That's-that's disgusting! How could you do this to me? You're an asshole! I hate you!”

He stares, starstruck in awe watching you chase your own pleasure, as your fingers reach down to play with your aching clit, rubbing it as fast as your thrusts. “Shiiiit– Shut the fuck up.”

“Really S–” He presses the red circle before she can even finish, blocking her number while he's at it, throwing his phone somewhere in his bed, focus going back to you. “Isn’t she so fucking stupid, huh baby?” He groans watching your hand clench the filthy sheets.

“M-mhm” you mindlessly agree too focused on trying to cum.

“Thinkin’ I’d want anyone but you. This dick’s yours – only yours. Say it.” he pants, moaning when your legs slide over his thighs forcing you deeper into each other. “Haah– fuck– love this pussy so much, baby”

“Y-yeah– angh– mine kuna! It's mine.” you gasped, voice breaking as pleasure coiled tight in your core. His face and chest are flushed, his abs dripping with sweat, as he feels you tighten around him finally coming undone, a solid white forming at the bottom of his flushed dick. “Good girl- god damn”

“Fuck yeah.” he groans, "Gonna fill you up, make sure everyone knows you're mine. You switched me up, baby — made me yours too, fucking pussy whipped. Now cum for me, scream my name."

The command shattered you — your body tensed, vision blurring as the coil snapped, a gush of liquid squirting out around his dick, soaking his thighs and the sheets beneath you in a messy floss. “Ryooo!” You screamed, trembling violently as waves of euphoria ripped through you, your walls spasming wildly around him.

That pushed him over the edge; with a guttural roar, he buried himself balls-deep one last time, his cock throbbing as he pumped you full of his hot seed, thick ropes flooding your puddy, marking you from the inside out.

He collapsed over you, both of you panting, his weight pinning you down in the best way, lips brushing your ear. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, satisfied and spent.

Beautiful dividers - @uzmacchiato