This originally was going to be another book, however I'm devoting my time to 'Touch Starved' [which if you haven't already you should totally go and read ;)] instead so here it is :) sorry if the writing is a little sloppy, I wrote this while I was a little horny at 5am lmao, enjoy!
Also here's the cover for the book just cause I kinda like it lol, might start doing this for the rest of my imagines too :) okay ENJOY!

A little background before reading: This chapter is set after the events of No Way Home, so SPOILER ALERT!!
Do with that information what you will and see if you can figure out how it adds up in the end :) love ya'll ❤️

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The pillows that surrounded you smelled new and the blanket that covered your lap weighed your figure down into the couch where you were seated, scrolling aimlessly through your phone. Your apartment was quiet, aside from the neighbours having some rather aggressive intercourse next door. All the lights were off, and even your cat, Felipe, was sleeping soundly at your feet, seeming to have lost interest in his little cotton wool ball and somehow unbothered by the constant banging coming from your left. You'd switched from Instagram to YouTube several times already as if something were to magically change each time you reloaded the apps. What you were looking for deep down inside was some attention.

Any notification to spark your interest and make you feel like you were wanted or god forbid even needed again. For context, you'd recently merely escaped your first serious relationship after discovering you weren't built for that kind of shit. It was all work, no play. You knew relationships weren't supposed to be that way, but this one was, and it had put a rather sour taste in your mouth whenever you thought about sparking up a new one.

Felipe ruffled the blanket down by your feet catching your attention, averting your eyes away from your phone for a few seconds to see what he was up to. His little paws clung to the material by your ankles as he rolled onto your back bringing a smile to your face before you once again turned to look back at your phone. You flicked through your apps once again before returning to the home page.

A few days ago you made the brave decision to download Tinder. You still felt a little young to use the app, every time someone mentioned the name your mind came up with the scenario of some woman in her mid-thirties swiping right on every other middle-aged man she thought was somewhat attractive. So as you sat there staring at the app at the bottom of your home screen it only meant one thing; you truly were desperate.

You weren't looking for a relationship, just a fling, maybe even just a one-night stand to satisfy your needs, whatever it was you wanted something soon before you combust into a lonely pile of rubble on your living room floor. You plucked up the courage and braved the cringe in your chest as you opened the app to be welcomed by the home screen. It took you a while to work your way around finding the right words to put in your bio. You didn't want to make it seem completely obvious that you were just looking for a one-night stand, maybe that would have just made you seem desperate. But that was all you were looking for, so why not just jump straight to the point?

You swayed between your options for a good five minutes before deciding maybe the obvious route was going to be the best one to take, and after picking a slightly provocative, slightly cute profile picture you were all set up and ready to start swiping.

"Now what?..." you nibbled your bottom lip anxiously as you stared at the man facing you on your phone screen. "Darren, thirty-two, single, looking for a hookup, winky face," you mumbled to yourself. Your face scrunched up into what could only be described as a 'what the fuck' expression. "Too old," you sighed before swiping left and moving on to the next.

"Sam, twenty-eight, single, I like dogs and walks in the park as well as movie marathons and picnics under the stars," you scoffed, "to cliche," you swiped left again, "Colin, already a reg flag, next," once again you swiped left, "Andrew, twenty-two, cat dad of three, looking for the Rachel to my Ross," you paused, actually debating this one for a second before Felipe knocked the back of your phone, "yeah you're right," you giggled, taking that as a sign that he did not approve, "we can't have any other cats stealing the spotlight off of you, now can we?" you smiled, rubbing your index finger under his chin and listened to he purr in delight.

Your phone buzzed suddenly on your chest bringing your attention away from the vibrating feline beside you. You gave Felipe one last scratch on the head before picking your phone back up and seeing a little notification in the bottom right of your screen. You clicked on it eagerly, maybe a little too eagerly, and saw the message you were faced with.

"Peter Parker, twenty, single... No other description... Hmph," you tilted your head to the side a little in curiosity before clicking his profile picture. "Okay," you smiled, "now you're talking." This guy was cute, his hair a little rugged, you could see a few untamed curls hiding in between the rest of his flattened hair, adorable brown eyes, his jawline sharper than your wit... "Jackpot if you ask me," you smiled to yourself turning the phone to Felipe who was resting beside you, "thoughts?" you asked as though he had the mental capacity to reply. He blinked slowly before turning around to lick his tail.

"I'll take that as a yes," you nodded. You pushed your nerves aside and clicked the tab to message Peter, sending him a quick "hi :)" before locking your phone and putting it to the side. You had the idea that maybe if you put it away and didn't think about it he might message you back because these things never seemed to go right for you. The manifestation was key if you wanted something magical to happen.

A few moments passed as you sat there in silence, well, not total silence. Your furry friend was still purring loudly beside you, now tucked up into a ball hiding his little paws beneath his stomach. You flicked on the TV, playing 'Friends' quietly in the background of where your head was; waiting for that familiar buzz of your phone. When the sound finally rang through your ears you almost jumped for joy, picking up your phone and seeing the notification light up on your screen ' Tinder: Peter Parker sent you a message.

Your heart swelled with excitement so hard you had to inhale a deep breath, filling your lungs to the brim before you exhaled and unlocked your phone revealing the message at hand.

'hey'

You gnawed the inside of your cheek as your thumbs hovered over the keyboard. You wanted to try and give the conversation some flavour, you'd gone down the 'what you up to?' or 'how are you?' route too many times so this time you wanted it to be different.

'so can I ask what it is you're looking for on tinder? :)'

You mentally face-planted as you sent the message; out of everything in the world you could have said, that is what you chose. Inside your head you hoped maybe he'd respond with something spicy, to kick start a lasting conversation. Your chest buzzed as you watched the three dots appear at the bottom of the chat, signifying he was typing.

'tbh I don't know what I'm doing here

"Okay..." you mumbled to yourself. It wasn't much to go off, Peter sure wasn't making this easy for you, but you were unwilling to give up just yet. Peter was cute, and if he was going to make you work for a conversation you were willing to put in just a little bit of effort. It was the weekend, you had nothing else to be doing or to be waking up for tomorrow morning.

'i guess you could say I'm the same,' you typed, 'you don't have anything in your bio, Are you looking for a relationship or just like a one-night stand?'

'just a friend I guess'

You were starting to lose interest, you had to admit.

'do I look like friendship material? you did swipe right on me, after all, lol' you were trying your best to hype up the conversation before you gave up together. Yes, you were willing to put in the effort, but if this was just how this guy was, plain Jane style, it wasn't something you planned to peruse for the rest of your night. Wasting your time didn't seem very entertaining.

'yeah ig so'

'yo is there something wrong? you're kinda giving me the cold shoulder here?'

On the other side of the phone screen, Peter was staring down at the recurring text messages in pain. His eyes stung from the aftermath of a poorly dealt cry as he sat on his windowsill, knees to his chest. He snivelled softly, turning his head to look out the window over the bustling streets of New York drenched in the late night rain. His apartment was quiet, apart from the neighbours having rather unpleasantly loud intercourse next door. It had been a rough few months, Peter had lost everything and everyone he cared about. He wasn't sure what he was doing or why he was now talking to strangers on Tinder but in the slightest way possible it was blocking out the noises inside his head.

'sorry I'm just kinda lonely lol' he typed back, trying not to pin up the banner of his pity party all over the screen.

The red and blue suit that he once wore so proudly lay scarce and crumpled on his bedroom floor, holes that he didn't know how to sew protruding through the biceps and shoulders, his boots were mucky and the colours were kinda faded from putting it on a wash that was a little too hot for the fabric to handle. Usually, it was his aunt May who helped him with such simple tasks, but after her death, everything changed.

Peter jumped lightly as his phone vibrated once, then twice, then a third time. He glanced down to see your profile picture illuminating the screen and the infamous 'slide to answer button just below. He swallowed, brows furrowing in confusion. He looked around his apartment again as his phone continued to vibrate, seeing the darkness swallowing the paintings on his walls and the dripping sink tap. The wallowing feeling in his chest of complete hopelessness was beginning to sting a new hole in his heart and he was exhausted, but he picked up the phone anyway.

There was a moment of silence before he heard your voice for the first time.

"Hey," you spoke softly. Peter chewed his bottom lip, lowering his legs down and spreading them across the length of the windowsill, feeling the cold starting to sink in as the heat departed from his skin.

"Uh, hi," he replied nervously.

"Sorry for calling, I just- you said you were lonely so I thought I'd just call instead of texting 'cause you know sometimes calling can be way more comforting than a text message," you were rambling and rambling was embarrassing, but in a way it made Peter smile a little and most certainly eased his nerves.

"Yeah, you could say that," he nodded, turning to look out over the city once again, "so uh... H-how are you?"

"I'm okay, but I would like to know how you're doing," you smiled as you sat up on the couch, butterflies beating against your chest like angry bees, "you sound I don't know... you kinda sound like you're coming down with a cold or something," you visibly cringed as you waited for his response, he could have easily taken that as some kind of insult.

"Yeah uh... It's just kinda been one of those nights," he admitted. Usually, Peter was so closed off but you were just some girl, he didn't have to be shy about confessing anything, it's not like you were ever gonna run into one another.

"One of those nights?" you repeated in question, "you going through some shit?"

"You could say that," he nodded. Peter felt his chest tighten suddenly, squeezing his eyes closed as he fought back the raging tears trying to escape the brim of his lids every time he remembered that image, that scene, that moment in time.

"If you wanna be alone I don't mind dropping the call?"

"N-No it's fine," Peter breathed softly, trying to gather himself, "I'm okay, and if I'm not then well... I'll be okay eventually," he spoke with a rasp, sucking the tears back and straightening his back against the wall, feeling the ache in his bones beginning to settle in.

You paused for a moment unsure as to where to take the conversation now. As all had fallen quiet for a moment you heard some quite obscene sounds coming from your neighbours once again and sounded like they were travelling down the phone, hearing the backlash of audio sounding through the call.

"Sorry if you can hear that, my neighbours are a nightmare," you apologized hearing Peter giggle softly, "tell me about it, mine have been at it all night."

"Young love," you sniggered, "well, not really, Mrs O'Neill is like in her late fifties or something, all the power to her I guess," you sneered. The call fell quiet for a minute or so leaving you listening to nothing but the sound of your breath beating down the microphone.

"Is everything okay?" you asked after a moment, pulling your phone away from your ear to check the call hadn't ended. To your joy it was still ongoing, so you snapped it back against your ear and waited patiently for Peter's reply.

"Mr's O'Neill, she's like... 5'3, short black hair, has a tattoo of a paw print on her left wrist?"

"Uh yeah?..." you answered rather puzzled and a little freaked out, "w- how-how do you know Mr's O'Neill?" you asked.

"Because she's my neighbour."

Your heart stopped for a moment as your mind put the pieces together. The call suddenly fell flat as you listened to the three beeps of the line cutting. You pulled your head away from your phone watching Peter's profile picture disappear.

"What the fuck?" you whispered to yourself. Your TV still played softly in the background as you switched off your phone and stood up from your couch and headed over to your door. Surely there was no way that what just happened. If Peter Parker lived in your apartment building you would surely know about it.

Grabbing your keys you unlocked your door and pulled the handle, letting the door hit the wall behind you as you stepped out into the hallway. You looked to your left, down towards the top of the stairs and the other doors of your apartment, and then to your right. You bat your eyes a couple of times, taking another step to face the person who was staring at you.

"Peter?" you called out in minor confidence, watching his face closely.

"Yeah..."

There was something that exploded in your chest that you couldn't quite describe when you saw Peter standing there. As if you were two strangers, once aware of each other's presence and yet you'd been walking past one another as if you were just shadows cast by street lamps this entire time. You were still standing there, even after a minute had passed looking at one another in somewhat disbelief. This isn't the kind of stuff that happened to average people like you and Peter, this was the kind of stuff that was written in fantasy novels. Like as if, how? Just how had this happened?

"Hi..." you spoke softly with a gentle smile on your face. Peter looked just as confused as you did, although somewhat a little relieved. You could see now what he truly meant when he said he was having a rough night. His cheeks were blotched his eyes were red. You could see even from the door space between you that his eyelashes locked together from the dampness of tears he'd shed. You couldn't help but soak him in, aside from the sadness that reined in his eyes you could see his figure standing there so meekly, yet there was a sort of... heat that radiated from him.

"Hey..." he mumbled back, altering his stance to look a little more inviting, "this is... Weird?"

"Coincidental is a word I'd use," you chuckled nervously, "how-how long have you lived in this apartment complex?"

"Like..." he looked around for a moment as if the walls of the building would provide him with an answer, "I don't know, six months?"

"How have we not crossed paths yet?" you squinted your brows, "I know for sure if we had you'd be someone to remember," you commented bravely, this all didn't seem real anyway so why put any walls up now? Peter smiled sheepishly, it was endearing the way your little comment affected him.

"I don't get out that much," he shrugged, "I know I'd remember you if we had crossed paths too, though," he swallowed, his eyes scanning your body up and down. You were still standing about a meter apart, neither of you yet making a single move to step forward. There was a silence that washed over you as you both stood there admiring one another. Peter's eyes still stung with tears but seeing you was like a breath of fresh air. He wanted to reach out and touch you to feel as if you were there looking at him. Seeing your face, your features, the colour of your hair, it was as though the void inside his chest was beginning to grow inches smaller with the admiration you were filling it with.

You weren't sure how you'd gotten to this position, but you weren't about to question it. Everything had moved so fast you don't even remember closing the door behind you, but from where you were sitting all you could see was miles of pale white skin and the odd dainty freckle. Your hands were lost in the locks of Peter's hair and your poor lips were beginning to swell from the abrasive action they were being corrupted with. Your noses bumped as teeth clashed as you fought one another's tongue for dominance over the kiss, all the while your hands began to roam into uncharted territory.

You were sitting side by side on your couch, Peter's smell intoxicating you as you made out. Felipe had darted for the bedroom as you came crashing down in the spot where he would usually nap, but you knew he would forgive you later. Right now there was some kind of heat taking over your body and you weren't about to stop it. Kissing Peter, this borderline stranger was easing the chattering crowd inside your brain and quietening down the voices almost to a complete halt, and Peter wasn't shy in admitting the same. You tasted like honey lemon tea and your skin felt like silk, you smelled like expensive perfume and the way you pressed against his lips begging for more had him aching for you.

"Mph-P-Peter-" you stuttered between heated kisses. Peter heard you, he heard you loud and clear, but the taste of your lips was like heroin, all he wanted was more. You didn't fall shy of his desperation, but there was something you wanted to ask him. Swinging your leg over his lap your hands braced themselves on his shoulders, curling your finger into the tense muscle, your thumbs dancing along the length of his collarbone. Your lips detached for a second giving you room to spin your sentence freely; "Peter you've done this before right?"

"Done what?" his tone was sharp as he sat upright, almost knocking you backwards and onto the hardwood flooring of your living room before his large, tensed hand panned out across the land of your lower back, holding you in place. Once you were secure he spared no seconds before grabbing the hem of his shirt and sliding it over his head, pulling his already messy curls into an even messier poof of fluff.

"You've had sex before right?" you asked through gentle pants as he tugged on the bottom of your shirt.

"More times than I can count," he answered smugly, a cheeky smirk painting itself across your lips. Usually, smugness was either a red flag or a turn-off, but for some reason hearing those words come from Peter's mouth had your core gushing. His hands grabbed fistfuls of your shirt now as you lifted your arms. He tore the material from your skin exposing your perky breasts. Usually, you weren't this confident, but as you had been sitting in Peter's lap while you spoke and not so leisurely stripped yourself of every item of clothing within reach, you could now feel his hardening cock poking against your core.

Peter wasn't sure why he was so turned on, maybe because he hadn't had sex for six or seven months, maybe because he was crossing the line of depressed or maybe it was because he did find you obscenely attractive, whatever it was he let it slide, just for one night. Just for tonight, he was going to let himself enjoy this, enjoy you.

The moment your shirt hit the floor your eyes glanced down as the moonlight shone through your living room window down onto Peter's toned chest. His abs could cut glass they were so defined, his arms toned with miles and miles of delicious skin and veins running over them. The hand that once caught your lower back to stop you from falling was now gently caressing your right breast with the other he kept warm with his soft lips, gliding his tongue over your hardening nipple. You tossed your head back, revelling in the pleasure and began grinding your core down against the material of his jeans where his cock lay not so snugly beneath.

"You gonna fuck me, big boy?" you teased, unsuspecting of what your words could do to him. Most of the time you were used to being in control and teasing made your subjects weak in the knees, but not Peter.

"Fuck, princess," he had mumbled against your breast before grasping your body, pulling you flush against his chest and spinning you around, planting your back softly against the couch. You yelped suddenly from the quick motion but soon relaxed when you felt his hot breath coating the skin of your neck, taking his time in trickling kisses down the path from your collar bones to your core.

You lifted your hips as you felt his fingers tugging at the hem of your sweat pants, giving him all the access he needed to pull down the material blocking him from what he craved the most. To his delight, he tore away the fabric to reveal your bare core staring back at him.

"God look at you," he whispered, wrapping his hands around the flesh of your thighs and lifting your leg over his supporting shoulder as he dipped down on his knees, hooking his hands under your hips and dragging you down to the edge of the couch, "you're such a slut, already dripping, fuck, I can practically taste you already," he continued sending shock waves to your core. Peter was giving you all kinds of pleasure and he hadn't even touched you where you needed him the most yet. His soothing hands caressed your skin as he placed soft kisses down the insides of your calves, making his way up past your thighs and without warning took a bold long lick straight up the length of your core.

"FUCK!" You yelled in harmony, arching your back against the comfort of your couch seemingly pushing your core deeper into Peter's mouth. You could feel your clit pulsing with pure lust as he danced his delicate mouth around your core, teasing your tight hole with the tips of his warm fingers.

"You like that?" he teased, rolling the gentle buds of his fingertips around your entrance.

"Y-Yes," you gasped, "please Peter please please fuck me," you begged.

"Beg harder," he grasped your clit between his index finger and his thumb making you scream.

"PLEASE, PETER!"

"Please what, princess?"

"Fuck me!" you moaned, lifting your head to look down at him. Peter would have teased you for longer but god that look made his cock jump behind his jeans.

"You got any condoms?" he asked as he dropped your leg softly from his shoulder, wiping his mouth clean of your juices as he stood. You looked at him for a moment, standing there in the moonlight, his hair a rugged mess, body looking as though it had been carved by the gods themselves before you pulled yourself to answer.

"Yeah, they-they're in my bedroom," you swallowed, pointing down the hallway to your room.

"Alright," he sighed. You expected him to turn away and at least give you a moment to collect yourself, but instead, you once again felt his strong arms slipping beneath you and lifting you swiftly off the couch. You gasped softly followed by a giggle of excitement as he carried you towards the bedroom, your arms wrapping tightly around his neck as he carried you. Your hair bounced lightly with every step and your nipples began to soften from the heat of his chest pressing against the sensitive buds.

You reached the bedroom in record timing and loosened your arms from around his neck as he dropped you down onto the bed, turning away to grab where he presumed the condoms were hiding; in your bedside drawer. But, you had other plans. You sat up swiftly, grabbing the belt loop in his washed-out jeans and pulled him with force to sit with you on the bed. Wrapping your hand around his throat you threw him down, swinging your leg over his lap once again and slid down the length of his legs, dragging his pants down with you as you reached the floor.

"Jesus Mary and Joseph," you fluttered your eyelids as your eyes shone down on his length, strung up proudly against his chest, tip an angry purple as it ached for attention. His veins protruded from base to tip like the roots of a tree and you didn't even want to question that math of how his length and width were about to fit into your tight little hole.

"What? Scared I'll tear you apart?" he smirked.

"Don't get too fucking cocky, daddy," you winked. You didn't think Peter would be this forthcoming in the bedroom, but maybe you judged too fast, and maybe even a little faster on what you thought would bring him to his knees. You thought with the sheer confidence he was radiating it would take much more than a simple word to tear down everything he had just lay on the table, but boy wasn't you wrong. That word, that one single word suddenly had his lips zipped shut.

You turned around to open your drawer and grabbed a condom from the box sitting at the back behind your photo album. You tore it open with your teeth, watching as Peter propped himself up on both arms as you gripped the condom at the tip and aligned it with his, being careful as you rolled the base ring down his length. The sudden tightness made Peter shudder, head rolling onto his shoulders as the rubber finally snapped against his base.

"Now are you gonna fuck me or am I just gonna stand here all night waiting?" you asked, hands on your hips, acting a little too smug for Peter's liking. The devilish smile that crept its way across his mouth made goosebumps erupt over your skin. He followed your figure as you lay down on the bed with your head on the pillows, spreading your legs for him to slide between. It didn't take him long to get the message.

"Peter," you spoke softly, adjusting the mood a little as he propped himself above you, angling his cock over your hole now seeping with your pre cum.

"Yes?" he asked, his brown doe eyes staring down at you.

"Be gentle, you are... Quite large," you bit the inside of your cheek as your eyes floated down, locking on his thin lips wanting nothing more than to have them on your own.

"No promises, princess," he smiled, gripping the base of his cock and slowly sliding the tip into your hole. Your arms swung up, clasping themselves around his back as the intensity of being stretched and stretched washed over you. Your mouth wouldn't stay shut, profanities and obscene noises flowing from the back of your throat as he continued feeding his cock into you.

"Think Mr's O'Neill is gonna have a hard time beating that," Peter quipped, readjusting himself slightly, "f-fuck you're really fucking tight," if you hadn't been listening properly you would have missed the little whimper that slipped from his lips, your pussy clenching around his cock abruptly causing Peter to shudder.

"M-Maybe you're just really big," you tipped your head, catching his lips in your own. You couldn't take it any longer, you needed to kiss him.

It took both yourself and Peter at least a good minute for you to adjust to one another's sizes before he was ploughing into your core, your arms still strung around his back. The way he rolled his hips, pushing himself impossibly further into your heat made you cry out his name over and over again, deep into the night. You could feel the way his pace began to quicken and his moans grew more desperate, the way his cock began to stretch and swell inside of you that he was gaining on his orgasm.

"I-I'm gonna cum," Peter warned, "fuck please- I don't want it to stop- mmph, fuck, fuck," he grunted against your ear, releasing his lips from yours just to let you know how much you were pleasuring him, and you only had the means the egg him on further. Peter usually didn't cum this quickly, but it had been so long and, he wasn't going to say it out loud but, god you were the best fuck he'd ever had.

"What you don't wanna fill me up yet, baby? Don't wanna pour that hot seed deep into my core?" you teased, nibbling on the base of his ear, "don't wanna hear me screaming your name while you empty your balls deep inside me?"

"Fuck- Y/N please you're gonna make me cum,"

"Don't wanna dump your load deep in this pussy? I can be your little cum slut, if you want me to be?"

"Y/N- please fucking stop, please- fuck- FUCK-"

"Go on baby, that's it," your hands slid down the length of his back, pushing on his tail bone keeping his length deep inside you, "cum inside me, now"

"I'm cumming, fuck I'm cumming, I'm cumming," he moaned deep into your ear, panting restlessly as you felt the burning heat fill up your core, "fuck-fuck-fuck," he continued, and you didn't plan on stopping him, his moans alone were bringing you to your edge, "Y/N fuck you're squeezing me so tight,"

"Keep fucking me Peter I'm gonna cum," you whispered breathlessly, and he followed your demand without question.

"Cum for me, princess, be a good girl, be my good girl."

"Fuck!" your whole body shook as your legs lifted, wrapping themselves around his core and dragging him down, bringing his cock to nestle deep inside you as you poured your cum out over his length.

"Fuck, feels amazing you cumming all over me again..."

... Again?

"W-what?" You paused for a moment, breath hot and heavy as Peter panted above you, heart pounding in his chest from the words that had slipped mercilessly from his lips

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Again sorry if this was a little sloppy but thank you so much for reading! It's not quite as filthy as I'd like it to be, I was planning on going through and proof reading before I uploaded this chapter but you guys wanted it now lol, more chapters coming soon, part two of 'Her World' is in the works as requested, love ya'll thanks again for reading! ❤️