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how about something where peter and reader are having sex but reader gets a bad calf cramp midway. peter tries to help by massaging the leg but he's just laughing really hard. overall v funny and crack. love your work btw!
w: smutty smutty, a little name calling.
Your arms are glued to Peter’s while he thrusts into you, you grip him tightly trying to keep him close. The sheen that covered his body made him both sticky and sweaty.
“Fuck!”
The back of your head rubs against his pillow, his hands push higher on the backside of your knees, you’re fully spread open and he continues to push further, you’ve never felt him so deep.
“Baby, you’re… fuck,” you can’t even compliment him, you’re a million percent cockdrunk at the moment.
You could kiss your left knee with how high Peter had it pushed up, he grunts at the new angle and thrusts deeper. You shoot out a cry of pleasure, his words come out between clenched teeth.
“So good, you’re doing so good for me.”
You whimper and whine along with his praises, you’re so lost your words tumble out.
“Thank you, thank you, you know me so well.”
Your boyfriend grunts but a smile takes over, he slows down and puts a hand on your cheek. Your mind races but his touch grounds you a little, you push your hips into his, trying to get back the momentum.
“Are you thanking me for fucking you?”
You try to clasp your hands around his neck and he narrowly misses, you roll your hips into his taking control.
“You were being so nice, now you’re being mean.”
A sarcastic pout takes over his face, he pushes his body down, anchoring himself into place with an arm by your head, the other hand takes your leg to push it over his hip. In one fluid motion he thrusts into you hard, you lose your breath and gasp against the pillow.
“This what you wanted? Wanted me to fuck you hard and deep?”
He keeps going, drilling in and out and your mind spins with pleasure.
“C’mon, baby. Said I was being mean, is this better?”
Your fingernails pierce the skin on his shoulders, your boyfriend's aggressive words made you slicker, you can hear the difference in sounds and know he can feel it on his end.
“Like that? You like when I make you needy? Like you’re a dirty slut who-”
A punch to his chest, panicked words usher from your mouth.
“Out! Get out of me!”
He didn’t mean to take it that far, he thought you liked it, it felt like you liked it. Peter paused, his motions stopped but he didn't move.
Your leg had slipped down on his thigh and you were met with a wicked cramp that you needed to step down on to fix it, the pain and pressure was spreading up your thigh, a true life or death moment. You pushed at his chest to get him to move but he was frozen, you let out a yelp and threw his shoulders away the best you could.
“Get the fuck off of me!”
More aggressive than you meant but, fuck, charley horses were the worst cramps imaginable.
Peter finally snaps into motion and pulls out of you quicker than he normally would’ve, you hiss at the feeling but jump from the bed, he watches you with scared eyes. He shouldn’t have said that, called you a dirty slut, he was just talking in the moment.
The second you’re able to stand you deflate with air, the pulling motion eased. You finally had control of your leg back, it was tender as all hell from being locked up but it was your leg again. Picking it up and pressing your weight back down you felt ready enough to finish what’s been started.
You flop back down to the bed and open back up, “ready.”
Peter doesn’t move, you look down at the foot of the bed. His eyes are focused on yours, he looks scared.
“Are you-”
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking and it was a just in the moment thing and I didn’t mean it.”
You squint your eyes and look at his face, “what?”
Peter’s arms fly out to cup your face, you have squished cheeks and are forced to look in his eyes as he hovers over you.
“I don’t think you’re a slut. Like, at all.”
You bat his hands away, “I didn’t think you did but, thanks for the vote of confidence.”
Well, now he has no idea why you threw him off.
“I thought you didn’t like it.”
You sit up with him, “calling me a slut?”
A nod, you retraced the steps and let out an “ohhh,” then shake your head and smile at your boyfriend.
“I had a cramp! I feel like you know how much I liked you saying that.”
Peter’s hand was thrown over his chest, telling his heart it can stop going so fast.
“I thought you did, but then I thought I went too far, thank god.”
You scoff and tilt your leg open more.
“Not far enough, now give my leg a rub down and fuck me like a dirty slut.”
His fingers dig into the plush of your calf, already tenderizing the area, “yes, ma’am.”