𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Be Prepared

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → embarrassing situation

Summary → Peter and you get caught by May.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★

Peter's sixteenth birthday had been awkward, to say the least.

May had tried her best to make it memorable-she'd baked his favorite cake, gifted him some new science kits, and even made sure his friends came over earlier to celebrate with him. Everything seemed to be going fine, that is until the last gift came.

"Happy birthday, Peter!" May beamed as she handed him a small, neatly wrapped box. Peter furrowed his brow, curious, looking up at her suspiciously.

"Uh, thanks, May," he said slowly, already a little concerned. He tore open the wrapping paper and lifted the lid, only for his face to instantly turn beet red.

"Oh my God, May!" He groaned, his eyes wide as he stared down at the contents of the box-condoms. His whole body felt like it was on fire from embarrassment.

May, leaning casually against Peter's study table, had the audacity to smirk. "What? I just want you to be prepared, Peter," she said, entirely too calm for his liking. "You're sixteen now, you're growing up, and I'm not dumb. Boys your age-"

"May!" Peter flailed, waving his hands as if he could physically stop the words from coming out of her mouth. "Please! I don't even have a girlfriend!"

May tilted her head and gave him a look, one of those all-knowing, teasing looks that made Peter feel like she could read his mind. "Really? You don't? So, what about Y/n? Weren't you crushing on her?" Her eyebrows wiggled, and Peter wanted to sink into the floor.

Peter's face turned an even brighter shade of red-if that was possible. "That's different! I mean... I haven't even asked her out yet!" he stammered, shuffling his feet awkwardly as he tried not to make eye contact with May. He glanced at the box in his hands and quickly shoved it behind his back, as if doing that would make it all disappear. "This is... so weird."

May chuckled, walking over to him, and affectionately ruffling his curly hair. "It's not weird, Peter. It's called being responsible." She softened her tone, looking at him with sincere eyes now. "I just want you to be smart about these things when you're ready. You'll thank me later."

Peter groaned, turning away from her as he tossed the box into the drawer of his nightstand like it was a hot potato. "Yeah, yeah. But for the record, I'm not using them anytime soon. Seriously."

Exactly one week later, Peter found himself standing beside your locker, nervously shifting from one foot to the other as he finally worked up the nerve to ask you out.

---

Now, five months had passed since that nerve-wracking moment when Peter had stammered his way through asking you to be his girlfriend. His hands had been clammy, he couldn't stop fidgeting, and the carefully rehearsed speech he'd prepared had completely fallen apart when he saw your smile. Somehow, though, despite his stumbling words and flushed cheeks, you'd said yes.

He was convinced his heart had exploded when he heard your response. But there was just one problem.

He still hadn't told May.

Peter wasn't actively trying to hide it from her-well, not exactly. He just hadn't found the right time to bring up the fact that he had a girlfriend. May was great, but he could already imagine the look of teasing glee on her face once she found out, and that thought alone made his stomach twist into knots. So, for now, sneaking around felt... easier. Plus, it wasn't like he was lying. Well, not much. May thought he was out on patrol today, but instead, he was spending the afternoon with you.