Requested by dreamylinx: Y/N is at her worst after having a really rough week, so her boyfriend, Peter, does everything that he can to make her feel better, which ends in very soft sex.

I lay on my side in bed, tears streaming down my face as I cried into my pillow. I choked and wiped my eyes with the wet tissue that I had in my hand, the tears continuously streaming down my face as I lay in my soft sheets. I had had the day from hell, which had perfectly ended the week from hell. The week had started with a date with my boyfriend of three years, Peter, one that I had been expecting and hoping to end in sex. I had hoped that...until I had gotten my period just an hour before meeting up with him. Of course we had still hung out and I had gone down on him considering that we couldn't do anything more than oral on him, but the entire time, I had wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me into next week. Then, at work I had gotten blamed for a mistake that my coworker had made, and no one had believed me when I had tried to set the record straight. The rest of the week had just been shitty in general, despite my period having ended two days ago now, so when Peter had texted me half an hour ago to tell me that he was coming over with food, alcohol, and movies, I hadn't argued with him. As if on cue, my doorbell rang. I sniffed and forced myself to sit up, my feet making contact with the wooden floor as I stood up. I slumped through my apartment, my eyes sore from crying as I got to my front door. I opened it, Peter's eyes on me as he appeared. He sighed and gave me a sympathetic smile as he opened his arms up.

"Come here, babe." He nodded. I choked and walked into his arms, mine wrapping around his waist as I hugged him. I cried into his t-shirt, his lips pressing to the top of my head as we just stood there in each other's arms. I had to admit that I already felt better in the love of my life's hold, his gentle heartbeat slowing my own down and soothing me as we hugged.

"I'm sorry that you've had a bad week, baby. I'm sorry." He spoke softly, making me choke and bite my lip as he shut the door with his foot and gently shuffled us into my apartment with his arms still around me.

"It's not your fault, it's just been awful. It's as if the universe threw everything that it possibly had at me to see if I can handle it. And, well, I can't." I shook my head, making Peter sigh as I finally left his arms to go and slump down on the sofa instead.

"And that's okay, angel. And that's why I've got snacks, alcohol, and your favourite movies." He smiled as he sat down next to me and put the bag on the table before putting his arm around me.

"God, I love you." I huffed as I looked up at him.

"I love you too, baby." He smiled, making me return it as he leant down and gently kissed me.

Peter and I lay on my sofa, my body on top of his and his hand protectively rubbing up and down my back as we watched the movie that he had brought over. I may have been feeling like shit when he had first come over, but I was feeling a lot better after we'd had a drink, we'd eaten my favourite snacks and he'd put on my favourite movie to cuddle to. Peter really had done everything that he could to make me feel better, and I appreciated it so much. But there was one thing that I still wanted, one thing that I'd wanted to do a week ago, and couldn't do because of my period. And that was to be fucked into next week by him. And so, that was what I planned to make happen. I bit my lip and looked up at Peter, making him return the glance.

"You okay, baby?" He asked.

"Thanks to you, I am. But there is one more thing that I want, that I haven't gotten yet." I stated. He raised his eyebrow at me.

"Oh? And what's that, babe?" He asked. I bit my lip and sat up to straddle him, making his other eyebrow raise too.

"Oh, okay, I understand." He smirked, making me return it as I leant down and kissed him. He returned it immediately, our eyes fluttering shut and my hands raising to hold his face as his hands moved to my waist. Within seconds the kiss became more, Peter gently slipping his tongue into my mouth and deepening the kiss to initiate a slow and passionate make out session. I smiled against his lips, making him also smirk into the kiss as he held my legs and gently rolled us over so that he was on top, and his body was in between my legs. We continued the chilled make out, my heart still speeding up and the space in between my legs getting damper despite the slow-paced nature of the moment. I still wanted sex, no matter how slow and love-filled Peter made it. He broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck, making me breathe out and let my eyes flutter shut as he immediately started to leave open-mouthed and nippy kisses against my skin.

"Pete." I breathed as his hands started to pull at the bottom of my t-shirt.

"I know, angel, I'll look after you, don't worry." He cooed, making me gulp and try not to moan as he pulled the garment off to reveal my naked chest to him.

"You're so beautiful, baby." He mumbled as his lips and tip of his nose trailed down the valley of my breasts.

"Only for you." I teased, making him smirk and look up at me through his eyelashes as he continued to kiss down my body. My breathing was getting more jagged by the second, my heart racing and the space in between my legs soaked as I mentally begged Peter to hurry up and see to me already. His lips got to the waistband of my shorts, his fingers hooking into the elastic to pull them down to leave me in just my underwear. He pulled them down seconds later, making me hiss quietly as the cold air hit my pulsing clit.

"You ready, babe?" He checked, his eyes glued to me as he put my legs over his shoulders and gently pressed his lips to the insides of my thighs.

"Please." I nodded. He returned it and gave me one last smile before leaning down and attaching his lips to my clit. I breathed out, my eyes fluttering shut as pleasure already started to fill me at the feeling.

"Fuck." I moaned quietly as I leant my hands down to gently start pulling at Peter's curls.

"You taste amazing, baby, shit." Peter hummed, making me choke at the feeling of him talking against me. Peter's lips sucked on my clit, his tongue dipping in and out of me as he softly ate me out. The pleasure was already starting to build, every movement that he made helping me to get to my first orgasm in a week. I arched my back off of my sofa, my eyes shut and my mouth open as I gently pulled on his curls. Quiet moans left my lips, the sounds seemingly spurring him on as he worked me with his mouth. He wasn't devouring me like he normally did, especially after I had just come off of my period, but tonight was different. Tonight, I could tell that it was all about me. Peter was pleasuring me so delicately, so softly, it wasn't about fixing our horniness but instead about making me feel better. And I loved him for that. The knot was getting tighter by the second, moans now freely spilling from my lips as my body got pushed towards my orgasm.

"Peter, fuck." I choked, my grip on his curls getting tighter as he curled his arms around my waist and sprawled his hands out against my stomach to partially pin me down.

"You getting close, baby?" He hummed against me, his tongue kitten-licking my pussy as his lips sucked on my folds.

"So close, please." I moaned, my back arching and my body squirming underneath Peter's grip as the knot got unbearably tight.

"I'll get you there, angel, let go, it's okay." He nodded as he pulled me closer and continued to delve into my pussy. I pulled uncontrollably at his hair, my body starting to become rigid underneath his in preparation for what was about to hit me. Until it finally did.

"Peter, fuck, please!" I cried out, my back arching off of the sofa as my orgasm hit me. Wave after wave of pleasure started to move through me, my legs shaking against his shoulders and my mouth hanging open as I let the feeling of pure bliss engulf me. After a second, it passed, making me sigh out and relax back against the sofa as I let go of Peter's hair.

"Holy shit." I breathed out as Peter raised his head from in between my legs and stood from the sofa.

"You enjoy that, babe?" He chuckled as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans before pulling them down.

"It was amazing. But I'm looking forward to what's coming next more." I teased.

"Good. Because so am I." He smirked, making me giggle as he pulled his boxers down to allow his rock-hard dick to spring free before grabbing a condom from his wallet. He crawled back over me, my legs raising to wrap around his waist as he opened the condom and rolled it onto his dick before looking down at me.

"You ready, angel?" He checked.

"Please, Pete." I nodded. He returned it before leaning down and kissing me again. I returned the kiss, my eyes fluttering shut and my hands curling around his neck to pull him closer as we slowly made out. A quiet sigh left my lips, my eyes fluttering shut as Peter used the kiss as a distraction to start pushing into me.

"Shit, babe." I breathed out against his lips as he bottomed out within seconds.

"Oh, you feel amazing, fuck." Peter choked as he broke the kiss and dropped his head to my neck.

"Move, Pete, please." I nodded. He returned it, his lips starting to press to my neck as he thrusted out of me before thrusting back in. He picked up the pace not having sex with me, not fucking me, but instead making love to me. His thrusts were still enough to feel pleasurable though, my still sensitive pussy allowing my second knot of the night to start building in my stomach as he fucked me. He had developed a steady rhythm by now, his hips gently colliding with mine every few seconds as his tip hit my g-spot perfectly each time.

"Pete, shit." I moaned, my arms curling around his shoulders to pull him closer as his lips continued to leave open-mouthed and yet still soft kisses on my neck.

"I know, baby, you feel amazing too, fuck." He nodded into my neck as he curled his arm underneath me to pull me closer and push our chests together. My hands were pulling at Peter's curls ruthlessly, the knot in my stomach getting tighter with every thrust as Peter made love to me. The sound of his hips colliding with mine bounced off of the walls of my living room, the chorus of our moans and the smell of sex all around us as I got thrown towards my second orgasm. I could tell that Peter was getting close too, his thrusts getting more harsh and quick as he chased his orgasm, and pushed me towards mine.

"Babe, I'm getting there, I won't last much longer." he choked into my neck.

"I'm not far off too, I'm so close." I moaned as I arched my back into his chest. My eyes were squeezed shut, my mouth hanging open as I held him impossibly close. Before I knew what was happening, my second orgasm of the night hit me. I moaned loudly, my back arching into his chest as the feeling started to take over again. The knot broke, my legs shaking around his waist and my fingers pulling as harshly as possible on Peter's curls as the euphoria once again took over and refused to let go.

"Angel, fuck, shit, shit." Peter choked, the boy's teeth scraping against my skin and his arms tensing around me as he came too. His body stilled on top of me before relaxing a few seconds later. We panted heavily, our chests pressed together and our skin sticky with sweat as we both came down from the amazing highs. My eyes fluttered in tiredness, Peter's hot breath fanning over my neck as he just lay on top of me.

"Wow." he breathed, making me smirk and nod tiredly as he gently pulled out of me before sitting up and binning the condom.

"I needed that, Pete. I really fucking needed that." I smiled, making him laugh as he lay back down next to me on the sofa and curled his arm around my waist so that I could rest my head and hand on his chest.

"I can tell, baby, but that's okay. Do you feel better now? Have I helped by coming over?" he checked, his gaze flicking over my face as his hand soothingly moved up and down my back.

"Of course it did, Pete. Even if we hadn't had sex, just you coming over with food and drink, and a movie was enough. It was really sweet, and I love you for it." I nodded.

"It's okay, baby, I love you too and so I wasn't going to sit by and do nothing when I knew that you'd had a shit week." He reassured.

"You're too sweet to me, Pete." I whispered.

"Nonsense." He smiled, making me giggle as I leant up and gently kissed him. He returned it, my hand against his cheek as we shared the intimate moment. I may have felt like shit when Peter had first gotten here, but I felt like myself again now. Peter had made that happen, just like he always did, and I'd never stop loving him because of that. I broke the kiss and rested my head back against his chest, Peter's lips pressing to my chest as I sighed out in bliss and let my eyes flutter shut.