Peter was having a tough day.

Correction:

A terrible week.

First, he missed his photo deadline and got a serious scolding from his boss. Then, his favorite snack from the local diner was taken off the menu. He ended up stuck at work late (trying to make up for the late delivery), which led to him walking back through the cold night rain, since he had forgotten his umbrella (obviously). The following night, he had to cancel his date with his beloved at the last minute; a bank robbery with hostages was more urgent. And to make matters worse, when he got home, tired and needing comfort, he found his beloved already asleep. He didn't even get a goodnight kiss.

The next morning, when he woke up thinking things would get better, he found the bed empty beside him. His girlfriend? She had left for work early.

Now he was without his goodnight kiss, good morning kiss, and goodbye kiss.

It was definitely the worst day of the week, even though it was Friday. To make matters worse, he overslept and was late for work, at least his boss hadn't noticed. During his shift, every little thing confirmed that this was definitely the worst day: his coffee was too bitter, the light in the developing room flickered too brightly, ruining some of his two best photos. Lunch was bad, and to make matters worse, Yn didn't answer his messages.

At the end of the shift, his head ached, and for some reason, so did his wrists.

Normally, Peter returned home the same way he came, using public transport. But that night, he wanted to get there as quickly as possible, so he was going to cut through the skyscrapers.

He moved his fist in the typical way, trying to make that anatomical structure under his skin stir and release the sticky, extremely strong silk threads. His webs.

He moved it again and again. And nothing came out.

"what…?" he huffed, trying with his other hand, but nothing came out. And to make matters worse, a thunderclap rang out loudly in the sky. He was without his webs. Without his umbrella. And with at least a twenty-minute walk to get home.

Soaked and with his spirit heavier than his body, Peter finally crossed the threshold of his apartment, greeted by a scent so comforting that his eyes even closed, his mouth releasing the longest sigh as if finally relieved to be home.

"Peter! Finally!" Yn's voice sounded cheerful coming towards him, as if she didn't mind hugging him even though he was soaked. He received four small kisses on his lips. " Why did you walk in this rain?"

"I had a little problem."he replied, taking off his bag and jacket, hanging them near the door and hoping they would dry by some miracle.

"What happened?" she asked, handing him a towel to dry his hair. Peter, instead of using words, used the gesture that Yn also knew so well. With his ring and middle fingers flexed in his palm, his index and little fingers extending as if they were aiming for the web to follow, he did it. Normally, with his fist extended to its maximum, sticky silk threads would come out of a subtle hole in his wrist, but that night nothing happened.

"Ah… Web blockage? " it wasn't the first time it had happened. Yn discovered who he was precisely because of a web blockage, many years ago when they were still just teenagers.

"To top off the miserable week I had" he huffed, awkwardly running the towel through his hair, messing it up even more.

"How about… You take a hot bath while I finish dinner and then I help you relax a little? " she suggested, not hiding her mischievous undertone, especially in the second sentence.

"Sounds good" Peter replied, stealing another kiss from the woman before heading to the bathroom.

Peter allowed himself to sink into the hot water of the small bathtub in the apartment. The rain outside no longer seemed like a storm, but rather a cozy soundtrack. He could still hear Yn in the kitchen, moving the pots and pans and humming something. It was the perfect melody of his home.

When the water started to cool down, she dried herself off and put on comfortable clothes, just a pair of sweatpants. She went to the living room to find the lights off, but it wasn't dark; instead, there were pockets of orange light that were the result of the flame burning the candle wicks. The table was set, with Peter's favorite meal right there waiting for him.

"Ta-da!" she made a sound, gesturing to the table as if it were a work of art. "I wanted to create a romantic atmosphere… A date we couldn't have a few days ago…" she said, walking over to Peter and placing a kiss on his surprised smile. "Besides, I thought you'd like it… It'll help you relax after the dog of a week you had…"

"I don't deserve you" Peter pulled the woman into the deepest kiss, daring to lean his body against hers. When he let go, both were breathless and had silly smiles on their faces.

"You'll be eating cold food if you keep this up, Mr. Parker" She teased him, removing his hands from her waist and turning around to the table.

"Sorry, future Mrs. Parker. " he replied, teasing his girlfriend with a smile, before sitting down at the table across from her.

As they ate, Peter told her a little more about his week, feeling a little lighter with each sentence he spoke. She listened attentively, knowing where to suggest changes and where to just listen; sometimes that was all she needed. With her hand anchored to his on the table, she made small drawings that calmed Peter's thoughts.

"Maybe… Your block is a sign that you need a break. A peaceful breath." she stood up after finishing her meal, pulling Peter to the nearby sofa. "Maybe a night's rest will be enough for the block to go away in the morning?"

"Maybe" Peter replied, sitting on the sofa as she guided him. "That's what happened last time, I went to sleep and poof! It came back as if it hadn't gone" he said, moving his hand in the air and trying again to activate his webs, failing as usual.

"Or…" Yn said, running her hand along his wrist, bringing his member to her lips where she placed a kiss on the area where the web should come out. She suppressed a smile as she saw the shiver raising his hairs. "Or can I help you?" she suggested, moving her kisses up Peter's arm, tracing a path over his shoulder and neck to his face.

Before Peter could deepen the kiss, Yn got off the sofa, falling to her knees between her beloved's legs. Her hands immediately lowered the waistband of his pants, smiling as she saw Peter's penis already ready and waiting for her.

"Do you want my help, Peter? " She whispered, provoking the man's excitement with small kisses on his muscular body. Smiling, feeling the pulse of lust under her lips. Peter gripped the sofa tightly, throwing his head back and bringing his hips forward, making Yn's job easier.

"Please, darling" he sighed, wanting more than anything the help of Yn's soft, warm mouth.

"Since you asked so politely…" first she kissed Peter's head, wet with lust, smiling at how that gesture alone made him tremble all over. Then, she let her tongue fall out of her mouth, making it easier for Peter to slide his body until he felt his girlfriend's throat accommodating him there.

Peter moved his hands to Yn's hair, pushing the strands out of the way so that he could facilitate the woman's work, and of course, also have a better view of the beautiful act she was performing.

His moan was loud, his head falling back as he felt all the stress of the week vanish in the blink of an eye. Peter didn't want to say he was on the verge of an orgasm, but it was hard to contain himself with YN's throat squeezing him so tightly, or her saliva making him so wet and even more aroused. Or the simple fact that she was sucking all his weekly frustration into his penis and seemed to enjoy doing it. Peter was feeling his pleasure reaching its peak, feeling the sensation in the lowest part of his body, a pulse as fast as his heart filling those balls that were ready to explode with pleasure.

But, YN stopped.

Smiling as she heard Peter's loud and clear groan as he felt that sensation of pleasure fading away.

At least, she didn't stop completely, deciding to take off her clothes and sit on Peter's lap. Her legs wrapped around his body, her hands pinning his wrists against the wall behind them, smiling mischievously at his pout. If she knew Peter well, he would want to touch every inch of her body, give her all the pleasure independent of his own, but that wasn't going to happen. At least not that night, the focus was on him and only him.

"Relax, Peter" Yn whispered, nibbling his earlobe, using her other hand to guide his member to her own sex, sliding over it until it settled perfectly in her lap. That was one of Peter's favorite positions; not only could he feel every part of her body, but he also knew it was the position where he could go deepest inside his beloved, touching the spots that made her eyes roll back. Obviously, in that position, she had a perfect view of when that would happen.

Yn began to move her hips, first forward and then backward, feeling Peter so deep that it took her breath away. Then, she began to really ride him.

She had never appreciated her leg workout as much as in that moment. Peter tried desperately to free his hands from her prison, but he wanted to obey Yn with all his might. She smiled through her panting breaths, accepting Peter's kisses, who also wasn't breathing as rhythmically as he should.

The obscene sound echoed through the apartment - smack smack smack-, again and again, each time more sexual and intense. YN moaned shamelessly, just as Peter didn't want to hide his own pleasure. The thrusts became less rhythmic and more desperate, their moans faster and more intense. Peter closed his eyes, clenching his fists, trying not to come before his beloved, but it was very difficult. YN no longer had the same thought; as soon as her orgasm came, she surrendered to him. Her body fell against Peter's even more, her breasts crushing against his chest, and her lips marking his neck in an attempt to stifle her pleasure. This only led Peter to forget his principle and surrender to the sea of ​​pleasures. Her heels lifted off the ground, giving a little extra momentum for her pleasure to enter Yn's body. And then it happened.

Peter let out another loud moan. His whole body trembled as if it were something so intense that he lost the ability to breathe or even think. YN felt a pulse, but not inside her body as usual, but rather under her palm. She opened her eyes just in time to see the web strand coming out of Peter's wrists and hitting the ceiling with a tap.

She smiled, leaving a kiss on Peter's sweaty skin, finally letting his wrists fall to the sofa, limp like any other part of his body. Peter had a lazy smile on his face and a tired, yet light, air about him.

"So… To remove the web block, all I have to do is make you cum? Good to know." she commented with a laugh, taking one of Peter's hands and kissing it right over the hole where the web came out, seeing that this simple act seemed to be much more sexual than she thought, since Peter practically groaned at it. He opened his eyes and let out a small, sly smile, as if he were hiding an ace up his sleeve. "What?" before she could get an answer, Peter acted quickly, lifting their bodies off the sofa and walking across the room to the nearest wall, trapping her. He used his web to ensure her wrists wouldn't move. " Peter! " she shouted in surprise, trying to move her hands but unable to do anything.

"My turn."