𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Hip Cramp*

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → slight smut, 18+ nakedness, language

Summary → You get a hip cramp while having sex.

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Peter was deep inside you, moving with a slow, unhurried rhythm, each thrust deliberate and tender. His body fit perfectly against yours, his warmth wrapping you in a cocoon of intimacy as his skin brushed against your own. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and steady against your collarbone, the soft scent of him filling the air around you. You could feel the gentle press of his lips on your skin, a delicate kiss that lingered as his movements flowed in sync with the quiet heartbeat of the moment. His touch was light, exploring the curve of your waist, his fingertips tracing patterns on your back, sending shivers down your spine.

But just as you began to lose yourself in the feeling of him inside you, a sudden sharp pain shot through your right hip, jolting you from the pleasureful state. The ache was unexpected, cutting through the pleasure with a biting intensity that made your body tense. You gasped, your breath catching in your throat as you tried to shift, hoping to ease the discomfort. Peter, oblivious to the situation softly murmured your name, his forehead resting gently against yours.

"Peter," you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the sound of his moans.

He groaned in response, thinking your cry was from pleasure. "Fuck, baby," Peter breathed out, his hands gripping your waist tighter, pulling you closer.

"Peter- pull out! Pull out right now!" You exclaimed, pushing on his chest, the pain overwhelming you.

Peter froze, his eyes snapping open in panic. He immediately pulled out, his body jerking back, leaving you both startled and breathless. "B-babe, I-" He was stuttering, his face turning bright red, wide-eyed and terrified. "Oh my god, did I hurt you? What happened?! I-I'm so sorry!"

You groaned, rolling onto your side and grabbing your hip. "Cramp," you whimpered, rubbing your leg.

"Cramp?!" Peter's eyes widened even more, but a bit of relief washed over his face because he didn't hurt you.... hopefully. "Oh, thank god." His chest heaved as he exhaled deeply, finally understanding what had happened. "Here, can I help?" He asked, hovering one hand over your hip.

You nodded, your face scrunched up from the pain. Peter quickly positioned himself beside you, gently massaging your hip and thigh with his warm hands. His fingers worked with care, trying to ease the tension as you hissed at the sharp pain. "I-I'm so sorry, baby," he stammered, glancing at you with a mix of concern and guilt. "Did I... did I hurt you? What did I do wrong?"

You shook your head, wincing as his thumbs pressed into a particularly tight spot. "It wasn't you," you sighed, your body slowly relaxing under his touch. "Just... bad timing. And maybe all the sitting in class today didn't help."

Peter let out a soft chuckle, the sound light but still filled with lingering worry. "I wasn't even rough today," he teased, his voice carrying that familiar cheekiness that made you roll your eyes.

"Shut up," you grumbled, though you couldn't hide the smile tugging at your lips. Peter grinned, sensing your mood shift as he continued to knead the cramp away.

His fingers pressed into your muscles gently, working out the tightness while his lips ghosted over your shoulder, planting soft kisses. "Better now?" He murmured, glancing up at you with those soft brown eyes that melted your heart every time.

"Yeah, much better," you whispered, finally feeling the pain subside as you relaxed into his touch. The warmth of his hands, the way his body hovered protectively over yours- it was comforting, familiar.

Peter's hand moved to cup your cheek, turning your face toward him. "You scared the hell outta me for a second there, you know," he whispered, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. "Thought I really messed up."

"You're fine," you reassured him, placing your hand over his. "I think my body's just rebelling after sitting through a whole day of lectures."

He raised an eyebrow, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "Guess next time we'll have to do more warm-ups before we get started," he said, his voice low, teasing.

"Peter!" You swatted at him, laughing despite the heat rising in your cheeks.

He grinned, shifting his body closer to yours again. "What? Just saying, I take our activities very seriously, you know. Gotta make sure you're ready."

You couldn't help but giggle at his playful tone, the embarrassment fading away as he kissed the corner of your mouth softly. "You're such a dork," you muttered, though there was no bite to your words.

"But I'm your dork," he replied, nuzzling his nose against your neck, making you shiver.

You sighed, relaxing fully into the mattress, your muscles loosening as the last remnants of the cramp faded away. Peter's hand slowly trailed down your side, his touch feather-light, sending warmth through your body. His lips followed, peppering kisses down your jaw, his gentle affection soothing you.

After a few moments, you glanced at him, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Thanks for helping with the cramp, though," you said, running your fingers through his curls.

He hummed, his eyes meeting yours with that familiar sparkle. "Anytime, baby. I'll always take care of you, even when your body's trying to sabotage our fun."

You giggled, swatting at him lightly. "Yeah, yeah, I'll make sure to stretch next time."

Peter gave you a cheeky grin. "Or, we could just try some new positions that won't risk any more leg cramps. For... safety reasons."

"Peter!" You laughed, burying your face in the pillow.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, his laughter joining yours. The playful teasing in his voice never failed to make you feel lighter, even in the most awkward situations.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop," he promised, pressing a kiss to your temple. "But seriously, let me know if you feel anything weird again, okay? I'd rather not give you another cramp."

You nodded, leaning into his embrace, feeling safe and content in his arms. "I will. Promise."

Peter's lips curled into a soft smile, and he kissed the top of your head, holding you close. "Good. Now... how about we cuddle for a bit?"

You smiled, snuggling into him. "That sounds nice."

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