Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 3.0

Make it all okay *SMUT* (Peter Parker)

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.