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#12: “I’m pregnant.”

#73: “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

from the ‘build your own blurb’ prompt list. also i’m sorry this made no sense kajakal.

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After a really long time pining for one another, you had the courage to ask Peter on a date and felt more than relieved and thrilled that he had said yes. You were a blushing, stuttering mess and that’s when Peter fully understood your crush on him and how it resembled his crush on you.

Everyone saw it coming. MJ was the first one to sense your feelings for him and Ned was the first one to sense his feelings for you. Aunt May didn’t say much, but she knew that you were on his mind because of how he talked about you. Tony didn’t know who you were, per say, but knew that someone had captivated Peter’s attention and he was all for a budding teenage romance (as long as it didn’t hinder his patrol duties).

It was now seven weeks into your relationship but since you two had been friends since middle school, it felt exactly the same, only with kisses and cuddles. Your dynamic didn’t change; neither of you felt awkward around each other and neither of you were too scared to say what was on your mind.

Only, Peter always got flustered if you were in a swimming suit or half naked.

“It’s just a body,” you’d always say.

He’d roll his eyes. “Yeah, I know that, but it still doesn’t cover the fact that my girlfriend’s hot.”

You’d always laugh and he would reassure you that you would always be beautiful to him. Your body, to him, was not only the hottest he had ever seen (he often reminded you of your beauty), but it was also what made you specifically you. Peter always argued that you would never be the person you are today, even if you were thinner or thicker. To you, it always felt like he was picking up your insecurities and putting them in a place where you could never find them.

And you preferred it that way. With Peter, you didn’t have those insecurities.

So the first time you wore a bikini around him, Peter was definitely a blushing mess. You were too busy talking to Aunt May with shorts and a sheer t-shirt on in the apartment’s community pool to notice Peter behind you. The shirt was sheer and white, which led Peter to let his eyes linger on your semi-exposed back and sunflower yellow bikini.

Aunt May told you both she’d be running out to run errands and meet up with an old friend for coffee before you took your shirt off, revealing a somewhat tight bikini that left almost nothing left to the imagination. Did you do it on purpose? You let Peter ponder that question.

“Peter, get in the damn water,” you said after a few minutes of Peter lounging on the pool chair on his phone. He made the mistake of looking up and saw beads of water and sweat mix on your skin, which only emphasized your assets. He gulped and nodded, trying not to think of naughty thoughts to make you uncomfortable and slipped into the pool.

All was almost forgotten because you both had spent time playing around and talking about things absentmindedly when he suggested you two go back up because your skin was pruning. You were wrapped in your towel, dry from the sun and sitting on the pool chair when Peter suggested you both head back inside.

He left to grab the two of you some lemonade May had made the day before and saw you curled up in his bed like times before, but he couldn’t see the straps of your bikini and raised his eyebrow.

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“What?” you asked, confused. You lifted the covers and remembered what you were wearing. “No, I’m wearing a tube top and shorts.”

“Oh,” Peter said, blushing.

“But if you wanted me to get naked, I could do that,” you joked.

“N-No! I mean, not now. I mean, whatever you’re comfortable with.”

You chuckled at his shy demeanor and motioned for him to give you the glass of lemonade, which you downed pretty quickly. After a moment of silence, Peter sat down and you put your head on his chest.

“I’m pregnant,” you said outloud.

“Wait, you’re what?”

“I’m pregnant,” you said, whining at how bloated you felt. “I probably inhaled my weight in pool water and I literally feel like there’s a baby inside of me.”