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“So do I at least get a hint to what it is?” Peter asked with a laugh.
The minute he had come home from work at the Daily Bugle, you had told Peter you had planned a surprise for him, covering his eyes with a make-shift blindfold that was really just his Spider-Man mask put on backwards as you walked him to your bedroom.
“Two seconds,” you say, leaving him standing at the doorway of your shared bedroom as he hears the sound of the closet door opening and closing.
“It’s been five seconds,” Peter says with a teasing grin.
You roll your eyes and flip him off, knowing he would never know.
Once everything was set up and ready, you tell him to take off the mask. Not wasting a second, he rips the thing off his head, his brown hair now a mop of a mess that makes him unfairly attractive, as his eyes go wide at the surprise you had in store for him.
“Baby,” he whispers, walking closer to the new Spider-Man suit you had made him.
You smile, side-stepping so he can get a full look at it.
“Your old one was getting a lot of tears in it, so I thought I’d try to make you a new one. I also tried to stick to your design cause I know you like it, but–“
You’re quickly cut off by hands resting on your cheek and hip, lips on yours, and the wall suddenly against your back as Peter’s kissing you. You can’t help the small laugh that escapes you, causing Peter to smile against the kiss. It’s all teeth and smiles before he’s pulling away, gently holding your face in both hands like you’re the most precious thing in the world, before he starts kissing every inch of your face.
“I take it you like your surprise?” You ask through laughs.
He nods, mumbling “love it, love you more though,” in between kisses.
You’re not sure how much time passes until he pulls away, leaving you a breathless, giggling mess as his eyes flicker between you and the new suit you had made for him.
“I can’t believe you made me a new suit,” he whispers, shaking his head in disbelief. “Thank you,” he says, kissing your lips once again.
“If this is how you’re going to react when I make you a suit, I might just make you a new one every day,” you joke.
Instead of responding, Peter kisses your forehead, as if he can’t get enough of kissing you, as if none of it was enough. Before he can start his onslaught of kisses again, you’re gently pushing him away from you, laughing at his pout as you nod your head towards the suit. “Go try it on!” You exclaim with a laugh. He eagerly nods, stealing one more quick kiss before grabbing the suit and heading to the bathroom.
“Fits like a glove!” He exclaims, exiting the bathroom with the suit on, and what you think is supposed to be a poor attempt at jazz hands. He does a small spin, letting you see the full suit on him as you grin a wide smile that almost makes your cheeks hurt.
“Looks great!” You tell him.
Peter scoffs, ripping the mask off his face as he strides towards you, cupping your face as he kisses you once again. This time, soft and slow, as if he’s trying to pour all his love and gratitude for you in that one kiss. “Looks perfect,” he mutters when he pulls away. “Feels perfect, seriously, baby, thank you.”
You shrug with a smile. “Course,” you say through another fit of giggles as he starts pecking your face with kisses once again, like he’ll never get tired of this, of you.
“Love you,” he says, with a final kiss to the tip of your nose.
“Love you more,” you reply.
Peter scoffs, rolling his eyes in feigned annoyance as he kisses you one more time to tell you that no, he loves you more, actually.