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'oh to make you mine'

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WHAT HAD BEEN A BORING DAY was gradually turning into something a little more exciting. After being greeted rather abruptly back into the land of living by the floor, tumbling out of bed in the early hours your mind instantly ticked to the new, fresh taster that was brightening up your life. It instantly flowed back to last nights events and your body was suddenly tingling all over again. It was a rather pleasant feeling, sinking into the gist of your life being back on track again, in the fact that you were soon going to be getting everything that you needed.

Having to subdue yourself in sexual activity could get rather irritating over time. Yes, it was pleasant, but it required a special taste and adequate mood. You would have much preferred something like eating away your feelings or maybe crying yourself to sleep the odd night in the week. But instead you were subjected to writhing beneath, or above someone for hours until the pain of insanity dissipated.

After soothing your bruising elbows from falling off of a three foot bed, you knotted yourself in pillows and blankets on the couch and decided to catch up on some re runs of old TV shows and movies while you waited for your plan to unveil itself.

A plan in which was so perfectly formed it was almost as if it had been crafted all along, waiting for its time to pounce.

Upon flicking through social media late into the evening last night you discovered one of the high end girls at your college was throwing a party. There weren't any specific invitations, it was more of a 'just show up and see how long it takes before the party gets absolutely annihilated by the police'. So, it was open to everyone, which was where the lightning struck the crown of your head.

Being at a party wasn't exactly your scene, although you'd had your fair share. However, it was the perfect opportunity to get closer to Peter. Teenage parties where filled with drinks, only inflicting the natural nature of following the crowd to get absolutely hammered, and dance floors, which called out for some casual grinding and close encounters. It was just getting Peter there that you considered being the problem.

Peter was a quiet guy, from what he had explained to you last night. He kept himself to himself and was focused on his work, so getting him out to a teenage party was going to be... A challenge. But what's the point in winning the prize if you didn't put any work in, right? Peter was just going to have to wind down a little, relax and understand that he needed to broaden his mind... To your body and un-natural sense of dire need of sexual activity.

For the time being you had accumulated to sit around and do nothing until Peter got home. At the current time, which stood at just past six, Peter wasn't even awake yet. But, after he was he would be spending the day away at college on the other side of town while you were taking study leave. 'Bumping' into him tonight would be where the question would 'slip out' unaccounted for. There was the worry of him disagreeing, which could possibly ruin everything and you'd have to make up for a plan B, which would probably result in you confessing your needs and running into things which was certainly something you didn't want to do... This friendship was really complicated...

Would you have even called it a friendship at this stage in the game?

Taking a deep breath you snuggled down further into the pillows and blankets that barricaded you against the soft couch, wide screen right in front of you ready to steal away some well deserved free time until around four o'clock in the afternoon. All you needed now was a personal slave to come and hand you hot chocolate...

On the other side of the apartment wall Peter was far from asleep, in fact he'd barely caught a wink all night. Too busy counting sheep, those bastards never jump the fence when he needed them to.

With sore eyes and a heavy cloud hanging over his head Peter wondered around the apartment for a couple of minutes before deciding it would probably be best to try and shovel down some breakfast before being moaned at for the rest of the day and throughout half of the evening. Peter was at the top of his class, but that didn't mean he actually liked attending college. For him it deemed to be pointless, he already had his life written out for him and signed at the bottom by Tony Stark. But, maintaining that normal and natural life of a teenage boy was important as not to turn heads, and he understood such concept. But he would still give an arm and a leg to be like his mentors. Instead of solving equations he could be saving the world.

Not that much happened in little old Queens. Of course there would be the occasional store robbery, or mugging, but Peter could handle those situations with his eyes closed. He knew he was ready for something bigger. He was desperate for some kind of action, something to keep him on his toes, something to experiment with.

After leisurely eating some breakfast at the kitchen counter, Peter managed to change before finding himself sat on the couch again, thinking about last night. He was momentarily proud of actually introducing himself, finally. He was glad he got to know you a little better, his accusations were correct when he presumed you were a fun person. Your smile was so angelic, your eyes were bright and filled with so much emotion. Although, he could tell from your stories and the way you spoke that you'd been through some shit. He had been monitoring your heartbeat the whole time, at first just wanting to hear it. But after a while it started to falter, speed up a little when certain things came up. Almost like you were beating around the bush about something.

Of course he wasn't going to pry or question you about it, that wouldn't be a great second impression. But, at least he knew if you needed it maybe he could help you.

Time was ticking on and soon Peter was grumpily making his way out of his apartment, rubbing his sore, sleep deprived eyes while walking down the hallway. He knew the morning would be bitter, the city's day break always had been at this time. So, he prepared, the chill already running down his spine as he entered the lobby. The windows were fogged, decorated with hand prints and smiley faces from the children on the ground floor, and it was only the same outside.

The streets where thick with mist and fog, cars headlights beaming indicating the way in which was right. He wouldn't be surprised if he ended up in front of a car at this rate, he could barely see his hands in front of him.

Sighing, Peter contemplated whether or not it was worth going to college today. He was an A* student, he wouldn't be missing out on much, and not to mention it wasn't really worth the risk. He knew if it was so much as low cloud coverage the buses wouldn't be running, and he couldn't make the twenty minute bus drive equivalent to an hours walk, which would be an hour and a half, that half an hour dedicated to not dying in the fog. So with little guilt or much more contemplation Peter made his way back inside.

His bed sounded more than appetising, calling his name as he jogged back into the elevator. He knew what he'd be spending the rest of the day doing.

Sleeping.

7am came and went, slowly passing over eight while nine was filled with you studying a little in front of the TV, 10am was the time to make yourself some breakfast and stop the aching in your stomach while eleven was spent nestled back in your books. Mid day you decided to waste the next three hours with sleep and four o'clock was soon on your doorstep.

Admittedly you could have been a little more productive, perhaps putting some washing on but sleep sounded much more pleasing. College had been hanging off your back like a child craving attention ever since the final year dawned on you. You knew it was going to be difficult, but not this difficult. It drained you down to the core on the contrary that you weren't the only one who was feeling this way.

Finally bringing yourself to sit up your blurry eyes caught sight of the TV screen, displaying the 'are you still watching?' Netflix notification. You groaned, feeling sleep trying to take over again when you knew you needed to stay awake. The party started at seven, so you needed to up and ask Peter now so you would each have time to get ready, that's if he was feeling up to it.

Stretching out, you pushed the blanket off of your legs, the heat from your skin evaporating practically immediately leaving you shivering. Your teeth began to chatter as your feet hit the cold floor, now off of the carpet, as you wondered around to your bedroom to look half decent for asking Peter.

Peter had managed to sleep the day away, only waking up once around an hour ago to use the bathroom before diving back under the quilt. He'd fallen back into the abyss instantly, healing the black rings under his eyes.

It wasn't rare that Peter would dream in his sleep, usually something about his past, the majority of the time being nightmares. But, there were times where the world would let him have a break from chaos, and treat him in a way.

Peter had become quiet fond of wet dreams over the months of living alone, as before he would do anything to keep them away. Now he was more than welcoming to them. Although he never remembered them when he woke up, he certainly knew he'd had one. The reason being the painful ache he'd awake with, his cock throbbing behind his pyjamas. It resulted in him sleeping completely naked most nights, as to have to feel the uncomfortable grip the clothes had on his length was no short of excruciatingly painful.

There had been moments where the dream had been so mentally pleasing he'd woken in a mess, sheets sticky and the bed unmade, quilt thrown on the floor and all. Not to mention every time it happened he'd wake in a boiling hot sweat, panting breathlessly. It almost seemed real.

And that's how Peter had awoken around twenty minutes ago, trying to calm himself down. It was already hot in his room, but his rising body heat was only making it worse. It was at times like these Peter seriously considered getting the shortest hair cut possible, because feeling his thick curls sticking to his forehead and the back of his neck- uncomfortable wasn't the word.

Most day's Peter would be too tired to put himself at work trying to rid of the unbearable horny-ness, but today it wasn't the case. Usually the pain would dissipate after a while and his cock would soften, but today it was strung up tight even after ridding himself of any sinful thought, the tip desperate for attention. His balls where heavy, ready to explode so much so that Peter just had to touch himself.

And you knew.

The second you came out of the bedroom you could smell him. Practically feel the pain on your side of the wall, having to sit down to contain yourself. The second Peter wrapped his hand, unnecessarily tight around his base you almost screamed. This isn't usually what happens... Sure you can smell it, but not feel it like you were there with him...

To no consideration, because of course he had no clue, Peter wasn't resisting. He was going hard. You could sense his fingertips digging into the tangled bed sheets, his other hand squeezing the tip each time he pumped. Thinking about it, Peter had never been this rough before, like he was desperate for sweet release more than any other day.

You didn't need the heightened hearing to hear his moans, getting louder and louder as he almost came to an end. You could feel the way his thighs twitched, stomach flinching and tightening, almost bending him in half as he stifled out another moan. He was close, and desperate. His hips rutting up into his own hand, merciless actions getting needier and needier. God, if he knew you'd be there in a second, but for now you just had to sit there and listen.

You could feel the way sweat sank down his face, dipping past his temple and rolling down his cheek, his lips dry, tongue slipping over them now and again as he panted. Planting his feet on the bed he shifted uneasily, before slamming back down again unable to find the right spot. His movements where slowing, thumb rubbing across the tip now swollen and red. He was completely lost, so tired and exhausted he couldn't do it. But he needed to. He knew he'd only be more flustered if he didn't cum soon.

Pushing harder, pumping faster and squeezing like there was no tomorrow he continued, his free hand gripping his balls as if to force his orgasm out of him. It was the time now where he wasn't even enjoying it, it was just pure pain of needing to cum. And then, he put his mind to the task. Replacing his hand with something wet and warm like a mouth of god forbid a pussy, clenching, squeezing, mewling out over his skin. Tilting his head back he imagined hands around his neck, choking him lightly, or maybe even with a force. His head hitting the headboard as he thrust he found maybe he wanted hands in his hair, tugging and pulling with force. He wanted weight on top of him, something else doing the work. The thought of someone towering over him, whispering such filth into his ear. Giving himself up to someone, letting them use him only made him harder, more desperate. More want for the power to be controlled, be touched by someone, be fucked by someone. He wanted it passionate but fuck he wanted it rough, hard and powerful, loud and crazy. He wanted chains, ropes, ties, the whole package. He wanted to taste someone, tongue deep. He wanted to be tasted by someone. Just the thought of a tongue running up and down his stomach or maybe even his length, sucking on the tip. By the end he wanted to be left bruised, scratched, deemed as useless. He wanted hickeys, lipstick staining his chest, hands roaming his skin, damaging him all they liked. He wanted you...

At the sudden thought of your body, hot, thick cum shot out over his chest, a yelp leaving his lips as his body shuddered. Moans left his lips with every breath and just behind those walls you were left baffled. Completely star struck. He was left twitching like he was being electrocuted by a thousand bolts, body shaking, crying out praise. Finally he began to soften, cock still twitching milking out every last drop before falling and calming.

While Peter was left breathless, so were you, resting back against the couch, a small sweat of your own beginning to develop. This was new, and kinda scary. You'd never experienced anything like this... Feeling it with him, like what?

You chose not to masturbate along with it because it can ruin the natural experience when or if it really happens with the person that you desired, but god you wanted to.

But, if there was one thing you did know... He was awake.

Peters thoughts had never travelled so far, as usually he would go off of the feeling of pleasure. But he knew somewhere inside he that's what he wanted. He wanted to be used by someone.

God he was so touch starved, and even yet, he'd never actually been touched. Never handled by someone, but he wanted to. Wanted to fall down on his knees for someone, left completely used.

Peter brow scrunched at the thought. This was normal... Right? He presumed this was what people called a kink. But... It was so strange. Thinking about it delved into all new levels of pleasure, sparking a fire inside of him. Like it was his power.

Time passed before you plucked up the courage to finally ask Peter, which was exactly 45 minutes in order to allow yourself to calm down before actually leaving the apartment.

You knocked on the door gently, wondering whether or not this was even a good idea, but before you could turn and make a run for it he was standing in the doorway with a nervous smile on his face.

"Y/N... Uh, I- is everything okay?" he asked nervously. You presumed that was coming from the fact that just a few moments ago he was loudly masturbating.

"Y-yeah, actually it's great, uh," you paused, swallowing as you looked up into his innocent brown eyes, suddenly feeling the walls begin to close in behind you, he was right there and you'd do anything to have him, "I was actually wondering if you were busy.."

"No, no of course not," Peter smiled, butterflies erupting in his stomach, "w-why?"

"Oh, um there's this party at my college campus and I was wondering if you, um, wanting to tag along? It's just me, I'm uh not taking anyone else and I don't really wanna go alone so... Yeah, but like, you don't have to," you nodded, eyes wondering up and down his body before accidentally stopping at his crotch. The things you'd do to get those jeans off...

"Uh, yeah. Yeah why not?" Peter smiled. Although he basically despised parties, what was one? Plus, it was with you.

"Oh, okay, great!" You smiled, "It uh starts at seven," you rocked gently on your feet, watching Peter nod. "So, we've got like two hours."

"Oh uh, I'll get ready then," he smiled, "do you maybe wanna come in for a bit?"

"Sure," you smiled, walking forward eagerly as he opened his door for you.

As you had predicted, his apartment was much like your own; small and cramped. But, quite cozy. His decor fitted nicely, and it was a lot cleaner than you had thought. The smell from earlier had completely gone, which was strange. You thought it would have been ten times stronger in his apartment.

"You sure you don't mind coming? You don't have to if you don't want to... It's gonna be pretty wild."

"Nah, it's fine," he shrugged, clearing an empty plate off the coffee table, "I should probably get out more anyway," he smiled at you from a distance, just catching your eyes again, remembering how beautiful they were.

"Can I get you anything?"

"Do you have any coffee?"

"Sure do," he nodded, browsing through the cupboards as you stood against the kitchen counter, watching from afar. "Do you take it black or with milk?"

"Uh, either I'm not too bothered," you nodded, "just been one of those days," you sighed with a smile that wouldn't leave your lips.

"Tell me about it, you can barely see a thing out there because of the fog," he commented, setting your mug down on the side before boiling the kettle.

Your mood had completely changed now you were right next to Peter again, like your spirits had been lifted.

"So what's with the party?" He asked, tugging the lid from the coffee container.

"I don't know really," you lied, but what's one white lie? "I used to go to parties all the time when I was in High-School and I kinda miss the vibes... Like, just not caring about anything, getting so hammered you forget your own name," you chuckled, "it's just nice to forget everything once in a while."

"I feel you there."

I wish you would...

"I've never been to one personally, but my old class mates used to brag about how good they were," he shrugged, pouring the powder into the mug, "are they as crazy as people say they are?"

"Definitely, but it depends who the host is," you signed, bending your leg lightly to rest your weight, "I think Sophie's hosting this one, so expect crazy."

"Oof," Peter smiled, turning as the kettle finished boiling.

Silence fell until your coffee was fully made and sitting in your palms. While Peter had been wondering around the kitchen you couldn't pull your eyes from his body. You hadn't realised how muscular he was.

As you stood and sipped your coffee Peter joined you at the counter, sipping on an orange juice carton like the child he played to be.

"Wow, this is really good," you complimented, gesturing down to the coffee as you licked your cream smudged lips.

"Thanks," he smiled, "my aunt taught me when I was a kid."

You nodded, drumming your fingers lightly on the porcelain. From the little that Peter had explained, he'd lived with his aunt for most of his life, and his uncle before the accident. It must have been pretty hard not having parents growing up.

For the two hours that passed you and Peter spoke some more, you explained some things that might go down in the party like drugs, alcohol and that he'd see people sucking the life out of each other. You saw a flicker of tension in him for a moment, but luckily it passed. Although you weren't surprised that it came back when you were standing outside the doorway.

There were teenagers everywhere doing everything that you had said might happen. This was going to be a roller coaster...

"You sure your ready?" You giggled, nudging him gently.

"Uh, pass," he smiled, tightening his lip as he looked down at you.

You sure weren't ready for the upcoming events....

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Hello all! Now chapter one of Touch Starved has been released on my main profile again, I will privatising the book on my second profile as not to cause spoilers! Hope you can understand :)
Thank you so much for reading! Chapter three coming soon.