Aaron Warner Is Really Making Me Doubt My Moral Code And I Love It But I'm Also Horrified At Myself For

Aaron Warner is really making me doubt my moral code and I love it but I'm also horrified at myself for giving in so easily

Toothbrush

Pairing: College!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Your best friend, Peter Parker, was known to be the campus crush. However, little do they know that your name is the only one he’s moaning in bed and little does he know that you’ve been falling for him despite the boundaries of your “agreement”.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: sexual themes, cursing, angst

A/N: This wasn’t a request, but it just sort of popped into my head as I was listening to the song “Toothbrush” by DNCE, but I hope you still enjoy! Peter and reader are both over 18.

Masterlist

FRIDAY

You collapsed onto the bed as you gasped for air, Peter beside you doing the same just as breathless. The sounds of your heavy breathing filled the room, a common occurrence during your ‘hangout’ sessions.

“Jesus…” you trailed, your eyes fixed on the ceiling. You heard Peter let out a soft chuckle as he leaned over the bed to hand you a glass of water that was sitting on the bedside table.

“Nope, it’s just Peter,” he laughed as you took the glass with one hand and playfully hit his chest with the other. “You’re an idiot,” you mumbled before taking a swig of water, letting it soothe the dryness of your throat caused by the screaming from earlier.

You set the glass down on the table by your side of the bed then pulled the covers over your body. Closing your eyes, you sighed. “I should probably go,” you stated to Peter who was resting his head on your shoulder, staring at you.

Silence filled the room except for the faint sound of the clock on Peter’s desk. This was a normal night for you and Peter. One would turn up on the other’s door, expecting to receive or provide some sort of relief for the other. It became an unspoken rule between the two of you that this was a regular thing. It usually happens thrice a week, but it would become more frequent if you were both stressed like when it was finals week or if Peter had a particularly rough patrol.

It would always end up in messy sheets and tangled up limbs as you two would make each other forget about your days. It was just you and Peter, and nothing else mattered.

However the fairy tale would always end just as quick as it started because that was all you and Peter had to offer each other. Nothing was ever discussed further than the current arrangement and after a serious discussion, you both agreed to keep things as it is for the best.

“Yeah, you should,” Peter replied, leaning over and placing a quick kiss on your lips. You stood up to collect your clothes only to remember that Peter ripped your shirt into two a few hours earlier. You turned to him, “Can I borrow a shirt again? You seem to make it a habit to rip everything I’m wearing whenever we fuck.”

Peter laughed before walking towards his dresser to grab one of his larger shirts. It was an oversized Black Sabbath tee, one of his favorites to give you after every time. “Things would be easier if you just showed up naked every time you come here,” he quipped, throwing the shirt to you.

“Screw you, Parker.”

“You just did, (Y/L/N).”

You scoffed as you grabbed your bag and slipped on your shoes. With Peter on your trail, you tiptoed towards the door, careful not to wake his roommate, Harry. “I’ll see you tomorrow, man,” you said, offering him a smile before opening the door and exiting his dorm.

WEDNESDAY

“Oh, I’m really flattered, but you’re not really—“

“I’m not your type, huh?”

“It’s not you, it’s me, really,” Peter replied sheepishly as he stared at the girl in front of him who just handed him a note to confess her feelings while you desperately tried to melt into the ground to hide yourself from second hand embarrassment.

You were quietly having your lunch with Peter at one of the benches scattered around campus when Leah, who you recognized to be a year younger than you and Peter, shyly approached your bestfriend and handed him a note.

“Hey, I could set you up with one of my friends if you’d like?” Peter suggested, earning a disapproving look from Leah. You watched her shake her head before snatching the piece of paper from Peter’s hands. “No thanks, I’m not that desperate,” she muttered through gritted teeth before stomping away.

“Sheesh,” you teased, dragging out the word as you fiddled with your sandwich. This wasn’t anything new for Peter as he was well-known around campus as the pretty boy genius, Stark-prodigy, who also happens to be Spiderman. Girls (and the occasional boys) would always come forward to tell Peter that they’re attracted to him in some sort of way, but he would always turn them down for some reason.

“That’s the third time this week and it’s only Wednesday,” you pointed out. He didn’t reply, but you saw him slowly try to reach for the other half of your sandwich which was out in the open beside you. Your hand quickly flew out of your pocket to swat him away.

“Ow,” Peter whimpered, cradling his hand to his chest. “Look who’s keeping count,” he quipped, smirking. “Don’t worry, baby, they could never steal me away from you,” he continued, making kissy noise towards you only to have you shove his face away with your hand.

Your hand remained covering his face, a desperate attempt to silence him, only to have you recoil in disgust upon feeling something warm and wet on the palm of your hand. “Gross!” you exclaimed, wiping the saliva on Peter’s hoodie as he doubled over in laughter.

“You’re an idiot,” you groaned as his laughs died down. “That’s not what you said last Friday,” he retorted, raising his eyebrows. “Yes, it was. I literally call you an idiot every time we hang out.”

Peter laughed, “Touche,” as he was finally successful in snatching the other half of your sandwich.

Silence consumed the both of you as you ate your sandwich whilst admiring the scenes in front of you. By the lawn, the cheer team was practicing their newest routine (much to Peter’s delight), and across from them were a few couples practically eating each other’s faces off (much to your disgust).

“So prom’s coming up,” Peter piped up with a mouthful of bread and turning to you, “you coming or what?”

You groaned, snatching the juice box beside him and taking a gulp. Sandwiches and juice boxes, a seemingly childish meal for two college students, but no one was looking.

“You know I don’t go to those things, they’re excessive and unnecessary,” you explained, earning a snort from Peter. “Would it help if you had a date?”

It was your turn to snort. “And who would want to be my prom date?” you asked turning to him only to be surprised that he was already staring at you. His curls were slightly all over the place as they tousled from the lightest breeze, perfectly framing his angular face.

“Me,” Peter answered in a tone that would’ve fooled you into thinking he was serious.

“Really?” you stuttered, an unfamiliar feeling pooling in your chest as your gaze stayed fixated on your best friend who was doing the same. Suddenly, it was just you and Peter— the rustling leaves from the trees above you and the shouts from the cheerleaders growing distant.

You saw Peter nod ever so slightly, but just as you were about to say yes he opened his mouth to say, “So I won’t feel bad after rejecting anyone’s promposal, you know?”

You tried to hide the way you deflated after realizing that he was just doing this so that people would lay off of him during promposal season. You masked your disappointment with a roll of your eyes. “You really are an idiot,” you quipped, finishing his juice before throwing the box at his face, completely catching him off guard as it bounced off of him and onto the floor.

“Hey, what was that for?” he whined, picking the juicebox off of the floor and throwing it in the bin beside him. “You know, for someone who claims to have super speedy reflexes, you’re pretty bad at catching things,” you retorted, standing up and dusting off bread crumbs from your lap. Just then, you heard the bell ring, signalling that break time was over.

“Well flying juice boxes are exempted from those super speedy reflexes,” Peter replied, mirroring your actions.

You laughed as you slung your bag over your shoulder, preparing to part ways with him for your next class. “You never answered my question,” he reminded.

You paused, trying to restrain yourself from saying yes. You were just friends anyway, what was wrong with going together just so he could get away from the girls that constantly swarmed him?

There was something inside of you that prevented you from agreeing to these terms. It was new and uncomforting, a juxtaposition to the overwhelmingly addicting feeling you experience whenever you have sex with Peter. Nevertheless, you decided to listen to it just to see what will happen.

“I know you’re not used to hearing this, but no,” you said, tauntingly.

“What, why?” he asked, quickly following behind you as you started to walk away from him. You shrugged your shoulders, trying to think of another excuse for your rejection other than the fact that you just wanted to go to prom with him if he wasn’t just going to use you.

“I told you I don’t go to those things, Parker. It’s a waste of my time,” you replied, nonchalantly. You saw him nod his head in understanding, before quickly turning to you. “Give me a chance to convince you otherwise,” Peter suggested, hope filling his eyes.

For someone who was just using you to get girls off of his back, he sure was determined to get you to agree, you thought.

Reluctantly, you whined, “Fine, you have one week.”

MONDAY

Peter proposed to you again four days after the initial proposition.

“So prom?” he asked, in between breaths as you tried to catch your own beside him. You laughed as he pulled the covers over both your bodies and guided you towards him. You immediately wrapped your hands around his torso and buried your face in his neck.

“If you think mind-blowing sex is enough to convince me to go to prom with you, think again,” you chuckled as he groaned. “Boo,” Peter pouted as he pushed you off of him. You took this as a sign to stand up and pick up his discarded shirt to put it on. “What can I say, if you want me you gotta work for it.”

Peter rolled over to his side and propped his head on his hand to look at you. His eyes quickly scanned over your figure as you were slipping into his oversized shirt, the material barely covering your bare bottom half. Involuntary, his tongue peaked out to swipe his bottom lip at the sight of you.

“That certainly wasn’t the case when you showed up at my door earlier,” he teased, causing you to grab a nearby pillow and throwing it at his face.

“What’s the rush, it’s barely eight,” Peter asked as he took note of how you were already getting ready to leave which was unusual for you, considering you hang around until the early hours of the morning every time you and Peter get together.

“I have a date,” you replied, stepping into the bathroom. Peter’s ears perked up upon hearing the word as he swiftly stood up and trailed behind you. “A date? Who the hell with?” he asked, an unfamiliar feeling creeping up his chest. “Some guy from my literature class,” you replied as you searched for something by his sink.

“Crap, I forgot to bring my toothbrush,” you muttered to yourself, but was loud enough for Peter to hear. From the corner of your eyes, you saw Peter reach for something on the shelves and realized it was an extra toothbrush.

“Here, I bought one in case you wanted to leave a toothbrush at my place,” he explained, handing it to you.

Trying to hide the shock on your face, you politely accepted it. “Offering me to leave a toothbrush at your place? That’s a big step for someone who claims to be afraid of commitment, Parker,” you teased, turning on the faucet and began to brush your teeth. Peter only laughed in reply before placing a firm slap on your ass and heading out of the bathroom to let you prepare for your date.

“You want me to go back to your dorm to get some clothes?” he shouted from outside.

“No,” Peter heard you reply as the bathroom door opened, revealing you wearing his shirt with a pair of high waisted jeans.

Peter scoffed as he approached you, placing his hands on your waist. “You’re seriously wearing another guy’s shirt to a date?”

You laughed, placing your hands on his and detaching them from your torso. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” you replied, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek before grabbing your bag and heading out the door. “Later, Parker!” you shouted, leaving Peter behind to process what he’s feeling.

Later that night, Peter woke up and almost threw his lamp at you when you entered his dorm. “Woah, hey, it’s me!” you exclaimed as you froze in your tracks.

“Sorry, I know you hate it when I use the spare key, but I left my keys here and I didn’t want to wake you up,” you explained, shly walking to Peter’s desk where you had left the keys to your dorm.

“You should’ve just knocked, I would’ve woken up either way,” he mumbled, sleep still evident in his voice as he rubbed his eyes. “I know I’m sorry, I thought I could beat your Peter tingle,” you replied as Peter rolled his eyes.

You picked up the keys and stuffed them into your bag as you began to make your way out of the room. Suddenly Peter piped up. “Stay the night,” he murmured, causing you to stop in your tracks. Slowly, you turned to him, “What?”

You never spent the night. Ever. It was one of the first rules you talked about upon coming to your current arrangement.

You and Peter, no matter what the circumstance, are not allowed to stay the night. Even if it was the apocalypse and zombies were walking along the hallways, you weren’t allowed to stay the night. So your heart is racing at the fact that Peter is willingly breaking that rule, but for what reason? Did he actually want to spend the night with you or—

“Maybe I can convince you to go to prom with me with my insane cuddling skills,” he continued.

Right, everything still goes back to prom.

You stood there and stared at his face. His stupid, gorgeous face, who was looking at you with the prettiest eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed in anticipation as he awaited your answer, almost as if he really wanted this. But with a sigh, you replied, “You know the rules, Parker. We can’t spend the night.”

Without another word, you turned away and walked out the door, failing to catch the look of defeat on Peter’s face.

FRIDAY

You were studying when you heard a series of knocks coming from outside. Quickly setting your textbook aside, you ran towards the door to open it, only to reveal Peter whose chest was heaving, cheeks were red, and eyes dark.

“Hey, what’s u—“ before you could finish the question, Peter’s lips were already on yours as his hands framed your face. Closing the door behind him, he began to guide you to the nearest wall, as his lips parted from yours and his hands immediately went to unbutton your pajama top. You teased, “Slow down, tiger.”

“Shut up,” Peter said through gritted teeth as he began to nip at your neck. Your hands flew to his head and slightly tugged at his curls, earning a low groan from him and causing him to plant his lips back on yours.

He was having a very bad day. Not only did he have to turn down three girls who confessed today, but his professor gave him a grade he didn’t deserve for a paper he worked hard on. Other than that, he didn’t get to see you all day so it made things worse.

His hands traveled down to your thighs and squeezed them, making you instantly jump and wrap your legs around his waist. Your lips moved to work on his neck, immediately going for his sweet spot, drawing another heavenly sound from his mouth.

He traveled towards your bed as he set both of you down, with you straddling his hips. Successfully unbuttoning your top, your hips began to grind just where Peter needed you the most. His hands instantly flew to your hips, fingers digging into the flesh as he threw his head back. “Fuck, baby, just like that,” he groaned, only urging you to continue. “You like that, tiger?” you whispered in his ear, nipping at it as you pulled away.

He nodded in response. “God, when I’m done with you, I’ll have you saying yes to be my date to prom in no time,” he muttered, immediately causing you to stop.

You lifted yourself off of Peter and began to get dressed again. “What?” Peter asked, sitting up and looking at you.

“Seriously, Peter? Is that really what’s on your mind when we hang out? I feel like every time we talk, you always find a way to make it about prom. I mean, are you really that desperate to take me so that your army of girls will get off your back?”

Peter raised his eyebrows and let out a scoff in disbelief. “You really think I’d just use you so that people will lay off of me? Do you really think I’m that shallow?”

“Well, isn’t that what you said when you asked me in the first place?” you retorted as you started pacing around the room, something you usually did when you were anxious.

Peter stood up from the bed and walked to the opposite side of the room, running a hand through his hair. “Have you ever stopped to think that maybe, just maybe, I wanted to take you to prom because I actually wanted you to be my date?”

“How was I supposed to know, Peter? You could’ve asked anyone to be your date to prom. Anyone! You chose me because I was the closest to you, because you were comfortable with me, so why would I think I was someone special?”

“Because you fucking are!” he shouted, catching you off guard. He ran a hand down his face in frustration. “God, (Y/N), you’re hot as fuck, but you’re one of the densest people I fucking know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, crossing your arms as he began to walk closer to you.

“Has it never crossed your mind that I reject every person that’s confessed to me because I’m already in love with someone else?” Peter asked.

You shook your head. “It never has because you said it yourself, you don’t want to be in a serious relationship.”

Peter let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, I don’t want to be in a serious relationship if it isn’t with you, dumbass!” He was now right in front of you. “Haven’t you noticed that I haven’t been with any other person after we started whatever this was? I love you, (Y/N). I have for a long time now and I know I’m taking a huge swing here, but please tell me you feel the same way. ”

It was at this moment that you felt the world stop spinning and time stop running. It was as if the world around you was crumbling down, but at the same time being rebuilt again. With those three words that came out of Peter’s mouth accompanied by your name, you were rendered speechless and frozen in your place.

It was at this moment when all the pieces started clicking as if you finally found the missing jigsaw after searching for years.

He loved you and you loved him back.

But at what cost?

Reluctantly, you took a step backwards. “This wasn’t part of the agreement…” you stated.

“Screw the agreement! Let’s scrap that and make a new one,” Peter exclaimed, taking another step closer to you, hope filling his eyes once again. It was the same hope his eyes had when he first asked you to prom and when he asked you to spend the night.

“What if things go wrong? What if we don’t work out and I lose you forever—“

“You won’t, baby. I promise you,” Peter interjected, placing his hands on your face for the second time this night. Only this time, it was gentle— the gentlest touch you’ve ever felt from him.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Peter threw his head back in relief and glee. “Great, thank god. I thought I was gonna have to go down on one knee or something,” he muttered, causing you to let out a laugh. “You’re an idiot.”

“Does this mean you’ll go to prom with me?” Peter asked as you pretended to think. “On one condition.”

“Oh yeah, what is it?” he asked, holding you by the waist.

“We are not having sex under the bleachers,” you replied and now it was Peter’s turn to laugh. “Whatever you want, baby, you got it.”

“Looking at you being all soft for me,” you teased, putting your arms around his neck and resting your forehead against his. Peter smiled before placing a chaste kiss on your lips. “I’m always soft for you.”

“That certainly wasn’t the case when you showed up at my door earlier.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“That’s my line!”

A/N: I’m gonna write my first Loki fic soon!

Hannah to Pansy: Don't apologize. I love you when you're human.

Listen up fives, a ten is speaking.

Narcissa Malfoy, probably

ravenclaw: slytherin pissed me off today so i told her i can’t wait to see what she has planned for our special day tomorrow.

ravenclaw: there is nothing special about tomorrow.

ravenclaw: but there is something special about watching the color leave her face as the panic takes over.

Okey but for real tho. Warner from shatter me is hilarious.

Juliette fucking told him to go to hell and he responds with "I'm working on it"???

Gives me real Gen z energy