#the way tiger pouts is top-tier

[respectthepetty]

I love these two pendejos!

They are color-coded boys in love.

And complete idiots!

I love them so much!

[acopenhagenarmy]

THE ACADEMY - 1

Pairing: BTS x reader but mostly hyung-line x reader 

Mafia!au - gang!au - assassins!au 

Word count: 5k ish

Warnings: Mentions of death, nudity and sex apart from that some strong language. And I think that’s it for now.. 

Summary: Growing up in one of the biggest and most feared mafias has it’s perks, but what happens when you and you’re friends are suddenly shipped off to the other end of the world? Will you stay together or will the world you live in tear you all apart? 

Part one / Part two / Part three

Taglist: @purpletaehyung92

”Harder!” he yelled at you as you once again kicked the punching bag he so desperately tried to keep steady. The sweat was trailing down the sides of your face as tears, as you did your best to keep your breathing under control. It was hard, and he knew just how to work your body to the breaking point.

But then again if anyone could it was him, after all you’ve known each other your entire lives. And you’d been kicking hiss ass ever since the two of you shared your mother’s womb.

The door opened and through it walked your brother’s best friend and right-hand man, Jeon Jungkook. Walked might be the wrong word though, if you looked closely it almost looked like he danced down the stairs from the second floor.

When he reached the bottom, he spread his long arms and yelled: “Oh, my sweet, sweet Parks! Where have you been all morning?” Both you and Jimin looked confused at each other as your workout came to a stop.

Jimin slowly let go of the bag, as you once again stood up straight, both of you leaving the workout for a few moments as you tried to decipher just was made your friend this excited at 5:30 am.

You loosened your boxing gloves and threw them aside, revealing the tiger stripes that twisted around your left wrist and ended right below your elbow. In the meantime, Jimin had located a water bottle and threw it your way as you stepped forward towards Jungkook.

As you caught the bottle and opened it you smiled at the giant man before you and said: “Why are you yelling like a maniac Kook? And you better have a good reason to disturb our morning workout.”

You took a big gulp of water as Jimin walked towards the two of you. He shook his head at Jungkook, as he once again started to dance in front of you.

“Boy, you are completely insane” Jimin spoke as he looked at the bunny boy before him. He looked at you afterwards, and all you did was raise a brow at your twin, because to be honest what was he expecting. All Jungkook did was grin and send a sweet smile towards the two of you.

“Well my dearest friends… I come with a message from your father and beloved leader, because bitches we got in!” Out of his back pocket he pulled a black paper where the word academy was etched into it in gold, and above the words was a cold circle.

You dropped the water and pulled the paper out of Jungkook’s hands as you flipped it and started to read. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Jimin’s excited face as he started to jump, scream and dance with his friend. You could feel your heart stop and your lungs failing as you read over the golden words.

Dear Mr. Park.

We are pleased to inform you that Y/N Park, Jimin Park, Jeon Jungkook and Jung ‘J-hope’ Hoseok all has been accepted into the academy. Their classes will begin in exactly three days from now at the Puck Building in New York City. Each of your trainees must bring two suitcases of personal belongings and one weapon, so choose wisely.

See you soon

You were in complete and utter chock. The academy was the dream, only the best trainees and children of the most feared mobsters in the world got to go there. It was an honor and a privilege, it was on this school that lifelong alliances were build, and enemies were created.

Both you and the boys had never really doubted that you would get in, after all you were one of the largest mafias in all of Asia. But now the day was finally here, the dream had come true.

You took the letter and gave it back to the two boys before you ran up the stairs to get out of the practice room. You needed to talk to Hoseok, and you needed to talk to your dad.

There was no doubt in your mind that Jungkook had stolen the letter from your father’s office. But then again if you had been the one to spot the black and gold envelope, there was no way in hell you would have waited until nightfall to get the news.

It had been a tradition in your family, that the leader would host a dinner to celebrate the young men and women who had been accepted into the school. But the four of you was the best assassins, spies and most skilled in combat your gang had seen in generations. So, there was no way in hell tradition was gonna hold down the criminals inside you all.

You ran down the hall from the gym as quickly as your feet could carry you until you stumbled through the door to Hoseok’s room. Inside you found him splayed out in bed, in the arms of this week’s bimbo as Jimin called them. But then again who wouldn’t love to lay beside the legendary assassin J-hope?

You didn’t care if he had another woman in bed, you didn’t care that the two of them were most likely naked. All you cared about were sharing the best news of both of your lives with your partner in crime. So you jumped down in bed between the two of them, waking both of them up by the sudden need of air in their lungs.

You heard a yell from the women beside you as she rolled out of the bed and landed with a loud bang on the floor. All Hoseok did was grunt annoyed at you, before he pulled you close to him, inhaling the smell of your hair in the process.

“Why are you waking me up at this hour, you know I work late?” He was known for being a grumpy ass in the morning, and today was no exception. “And why the hell do you come into my bed and disturb my sleep, smelling like this?” He pulls back to look you in the eyes, and his are filled with disgust.

“Jesus Hobi, be nice! I was in the middle of practice.”

“Well if you were in the middle of your precious practice, why the fuck didn’t you finish it and let me sleep for two more hours?”

You didn’t even know how to begin, so you just looked at him with the biggest smile, as you bit your bottom lip trying to contain the laughter that threatened to spill out into the room.

On the floor beside the bed you could hear the girl slowly coming to her senses, as she pulled herself up, looking down at the woman who had pushed her out of bed before six in the morning. You knew she wouldn’t be thrilled about it, but the fact that she even got to sleep in Hoseok’s bed was impressive, he usually kicked them out after the deed was done.

“Excuse me, but what the hell do you think you’re doing?” She had a high-pitched voice, like one of those barbies in American rom-com’s and tried her best to hide her naked form behind the slight sheer cover she held up before her.  

“Dana shut up will you?” he didn’t even take the time to look at the woman, you were all he saw as he tried to figure out what news could be important enough for you to bail on practice and wake him up.

You slowly looked up at the woman who towered over the two of you, and all you saw was the pout she elegantly had displayed on her face to try and win just a little sympathy from the man beside you. When that didn’t work, she tried yet another method.

“Baby if you kick her out then maybe we can go again?” you rolled your eyes, a little afraid they might get stuck back there if she kept going. But he did nothing, said nothing, he just looked at you and, in the end, she gave up, gathered her things and left the two of you alone in the room.

After an intense staring contest, he finally got out of bed to get dressed. He sat up in the bed as you rolled over to look up into the sealing, today was not the day where you needed to see his bare ass as one of the first things in the morning. You could hear the slow and lazy footsteps he took towards the two double doors that lead to his walk-in closet. A yawn escaped him as he stretched his arms above his head, to get the blood flowing in his tiered and worn out body.

“So, what news is so important that I couldn’t wait?” You could hear him go through the drawers as he spoke.

Your head was filled with both pride and joy, but the words wouldn’t get out. Instead you giggled like a crazy person.

“What is it? Why are you laughing?” The t-shirt he pulled over his head was muffling the sound of his voice, which meant it was safe for you to face him once again. You sat up and turned towards the double doors as you crossed your legs in the soft bed.

“We got in Hope…” It was almost a whisper and you continued: “We leave in three days, can you believe it? The day has finally come!” You clapped your hands as you watched him walk towards you.

“You’re kidding? Who got in? All of us?” You nodded your head and intertwined your hands with each other, squeezing with all the strength in your body. Because if this was a dream you needed to wake up now.

He sprinted towards you and tackled you back into bed as he screamed at the top oh his lungs. Your arms held him close in a hug as you both laughed. It was emotional to be the one to tell him the news.

The two of you had talked about this day since you were four and his father had brought him into the manor for the first time. Hoseok’s father was your dad’s right-hand man, and because of this you grew up together, trained together. You had shared everything together, hell he even lived in your house.

“Oh my god, this is insane! It’s completely insane! But wait… How the hell do you know?” Hoseok had a puzzled expression as once again looked into your eyes.

“Well… Jungkook might’ve been snooping around in dad’s office, and there he might’ve found the acceptance letter”

You knew how much he hated to go against your father. Dae-Hyun or Papa Park as you and Jimin sometimes called him, had opened his house to both Hoseok and his family. An act Hoseok saw as a privilege and an honor. And unlike you and Jimin, it was kind of hard to be a teenager and a rebel against the man who was not only your boss, but one of the most powerful mafia leaders in this world.

“One day that boy is gonna end up being killed for all the stunts he pulls” He shook his head at your younger friend, but the smile refused to leave his lips.

“I know… But don’t worry I’m going to find pops as soon as I’m done with you and fill him in on the situation. After all he might want to do the dinner anyways” You shrugged your shoulders a little.

“Look at you being the responsible leader Y/N!” He hit your shoulder playfully as you laughed at his statement.

“Well I might as well start to take my role seriously now. No need to wait you know?” You bit your bottom lip as you started to twirl the golden ring that was displayed on one of your fingers.

Hoseok stood up from the bed and looked down on you with loving eyes. You were the sister he’d never get, the person he’d always protect and follow blindly into any battle.

“So tell me… What do I need to pack?”

After a long discussion with Hobi about just which outfits he should pack, and an even longer one with what sniper riffle he should bring to the States, you were off to see your dad.

You skipped down the corridors of the giant manor, saying hi to everyone you met on your way, until you’d finally reached your fathers office. He had an open-door policy for both you and the boys so instead of knocking you busted through the door.

He was sitting behind the giant mahogany desk, reading the reports from both spies and distributors that had been piling up in the dark hours of the night. He looked powerful in this setting. High sealings, big windows, expensive suit and of course with an expensive bottle of whiskey nearby.

He looked up from his papers for a brief moment, only to discover you were already walking towards him. He slowly laid down his pen, as he sent you a gentle smile. Infront of the desk was to leather chairs who faced him, and as usual you placed yourself in the left one.

“Hello sweet daughter, what can I do for you today?” He spoke like the man in power he was, his voice was deep and intimidating, even when he wasn’t trying to be. But then again it was a given when you were in his position.

You didn’t respond and just moved around nervously in the chair as you fiddled with the golden ring that rested on your pinkie on your left hand. Just like your tattoo it displayed your rank in the family business, as you liked to call it.

“I know what Jungkook did Y/N, there’s no need to beat around the bush” You quickly looked up from the ring, your face displaying the surprise you felt, and your heart started to beat faster as he continued his speech: “I have security and cameras everywhere in this house, you really think anything goes missing without my permission?”

He now had a smirk on his lips, and you could see the spark in his eyes. Your father was a cruel man to those who deserved it, and a stern leader to almost everyone. Except you and the boys. To you he was kind, playful at times, and almost always with a smile on his face and that incredible kind spark in his eyes. Unless you talked business of course.

You laughed before you answered him.

“I thought you might’ve figured it out by now. I hoped you hadn’t, because it would’ve been nice to be the one to surprise you for once”

He put away his reading glasses and stood up. Slowly walking to the other side of his desk as he sat down on the edge, both hands resting beside him.

“Well… One day you might be able to, but not quiet yet Blade…” His smile was as kind as always as he said your nickname. “… But judging from your smile I guess the academy had great news?”

You didn’t know it was possible to feel prouder or happier than you already were, but the feeling that slowly blossomed in your chest was nothing you’d ever felt before. You could feel the tears in your eyes as you smiled at the man you admired most in this world.

“We all got in, all four of us” Your voice cracked a little, but you did not care for a single second. The two of you had talked about this day since you’d held your first katana. And to share the good news with the man that had made you the woman you were today, meant everything to you.

He stood up from his spot and walked towards you, arms stretched open to give you the bear-hug he knew you needed. And you walked right into his arms and let the tears roam free.

“I’m so proud of you Blade, of all of you.” He whispered into your hair before he placed his hands on either side of your face and pulled you away from you, whipping your tears away with his thumbs. He placed a kiss on your forehead as you laughed a little.

You rarely showed people your emotions. It wasn’t that it was a sign of weakness, but being a girl high placed in the mafia, people would use anything to gain the upper hand in this game you called life.

You cleared your throat as he finally let go of you, looking into your happy eyes as his own filled with pride.

“I’m sorry if we ruined the dinner though”

He laughed at that statement and turned around to once again find his rightful place behind his giant desk. “Now call those boys in here I need to have a chat with you all before it all goes down tonight, because we all know you’ll be to hungover tomorrow to come if I call a meeting then”

You raised an eyebrow, your way of saying: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

“Don’t give me that look Y/N, we’ve been down that road before. That being said, you need to shower first”

You shrugged your shoulders, he wasn’t wrong.

After an amazing breakfast you went back to your room, quickly ridding yourself of your workout clothes to hop into a steaming hot shower. You stood there for a few minutes and wondered just how your life would look in a few weeks’ time.

Would you be able to create new alliances, or would it end up being impossible because you’re a woman? It was very rare that women were in powerful positions in the mafia, and even rarer that they were the first in line for the throne. And the more you thought about it the more anxious you got.

You turned on the cold water to get the negative thoughts out of your system, your way of clearing your head, at least for the time being. Once again it worked like a charm. After a good cleanse of both hair, body and mind, you left to start your morning routine.

Because this was a special day, you knew you needed a little extra than just the regular jeans and t-shirt with your hair styled in a ponytail. You put on make up for the first time in forever and dressed up in a suit.

The black flared pants hugged your body in all the right places and displayed your curves just how you liked it. The blazer that matched gave you no waist and therefore you styled it with a Gucci belt just to give it a little something extra. Besides, the gold in the two G’s matched your ring perfectly. Your hair was slicked back and your face open for the world to see the beauty of your jawline and cheekbones.

Stilettoes was something you loved dearly, but never wore. You never knew when you needed to run in your line of work, and since you were to important to just be arm candy for any man, you always wore sneakers or flats in general. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t be stylish. The red bottom Louboutin’s were therefore pulled out of the closet, today it was the loafers with black spikes that just elevated your look a little.

You looked into the mirror, pleased with the woman who looked back at you. You looked like you were in charge and knew what was going on around you, you looked like you belonged in this world that were mostly dominated by men.

Two knocks on your door pulled you out of your daydreaming. Jimin and the boys were here, and as you opened you almost had to take a step back before your feet would be wrecked as their jaws almost hit the floor before you.

The three men, your three so called besties looked you up and down, but none of them spoke. Nervous about their reaction you spun the ring around your fingers as you looked at them with a shy smile.

“What’s wrong? Do I have something in my face?” You laughed a little as you smiled wide at the three men who stood before you.

“N-no, no, no, no! Not at all you just… You look hot!” Jungkook said as he gave you a wink and licked his lip like a man starved.

“Duuuude! That’s my sister stop it!” Jimin hit his chest as he whisper yelled at him.

“I know that! But look at her, it’s not very often you get to see her dressed up a woman!” He gestured towards you with both hands.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest and shot one hip to the side, as you poked your cheek from the inside using your tongue, the very best indicator for when someone pissed you off.

“I’m sorry what?” You stared dead into the eyes of the tall man who stood before you, and if eyes could kill, Jungkook would be laying on the floor in a pool of his own blood.

Hoseok pushed the boys out of the way and down the hall.

“Stop drooling and start walking before your future boss kicks your ass in a hallway. Besides we’re already late” He pointed towards the door at the end of it that lead to your dad’s office.

As the two younger boys stumbled towards the door, he looked at you. A small but genuine smile on his lips as his eyes sparkled.

“You look breathtakingly beautiful as always Blade” He held out his left arm for you to hold onto, and you took it as you slightly shook your head at the cheesy comment.

“You’re insane”

“Oh I know, and you love me even more because of it” he wasn’t wrong.

Behind the double doors till the office you found your father and the two boys who had bolted right through them. Most likely startling him in the process. Both you and Jimin sat down in your chairs as Hoseok rested against the back of yours and Jungkook stood by the windows, looking out into the courtyard.

“I’m glad you all made it on time, this way we won’t be late for dinner” He opened a bottle of red wine and poured the liquid into a long-stemmed glass before he handed it to you. You had never liked the whiskey the same way the boys had, and therefore he always had a bottle of wine nearby for whenever the two of you had to talk business.

You thanked him as you grabbed the glass from his hands, and he continued to pour the remaining men in the room a glass of the golden liquid. And then he began his speech.

“First of all, I wanna say how proud I am of each and every one of you, you deserve this… More than any other. So, cheers to you.” He raised his glass, and you all followed his example as he continued.

“In two days’ time you’ll arrive in New York to attend the academy, and the next year will be both physically and mentally draining. When you step into those grand halls only three rules apply.” You all looked at each other with a smirk, rules never applied to you so why should it now? The response you got from him was there for a stern look, he meant business.

He continued: “and they are so basic even you four should be able to follow them. Rule number one, you are only allowed to bring one weapon. Rule number two, no killing, there will be plenty of time for that or the rest of your lives. You are allowed to fight though, but that’s it! Rule number three, you are not allowed to leave.”

You could see Jungkook’s dramatic eyeroll from where you were seated. “So they are just gonna lock us up?”

You sighed.

“You are allowed to leave the complex Jungkook, don’t be stupid” The boys laughed, and you did your best to hold back a chuckle. “You are just not allowed to leave New York unless you are given an assignment outside the city”

All that left his mouth was an almost silent grunt, as he turned around to join you all in the small circle in the middle of the room.

“So what now? Is it time for the party?” Hoseok said with hopeful eyes.

“Not quiet yet, first it’s time for the gifts” You all looked confused at each other, no one had ever said anything about getting gifts at this thing.

“Dad, what? I mean thanks I guess, but really you shouldn’t have…” Jimin started the sentence but was quickly interrupted.

“I know I shouldn’t have. But you are my children, all of you” Jungkook moved his weight from one foot to the other as he stared down into the ground, blush silently creeping over his face.

He walked away from all of you, pulling a book from the massive bookcase in the room, that opened up to the secret room that was your dads private and secret armory. He disappeared into the darkness and was back a few seconds later with a massive duffle back.

You all moved closer to peak into the bag, trying to see exactly what he was planning to surprise you with. The first thing he pulled out was a sniper riffle, or to be precise a M24. It was midnight black with golden tiger stripes clinging to the barrel. You turned your head as you looked at Hoseok, he loved that gun, and his eyes were sparkling as he slowly extended his hands out towards it.

“This is yours J-hope, you have always made me proud so don’t make me regret that I’ve officially given you, your stripes now” Your father winked at him as he handed him the riffle. Hoseok was still in awe as he traced the golden stripes with his fingers. A small thank you escaped his mouth, as he walked away from the table, still looking at the riffle as a love crazed thirteen-year-old.

“Jungkook” The boy beside your father suddenly stood a little taller.

“I know you don’t use guns and that you prefer to fight with your hands. But there’s no way in hell I’m sending you to a school full of killers and liars without a weapon.” He pulled a knife out of the bag, golden handle and once again the stripes were to be found on this one as well. He took the handle and expected it in silence.

“For you son I have two things, and don’t worry, I’ve already talked to the school and because they are a set you are allowed to bring it with you”

Jimin smirked and his eyes narrowed as he looked at your father.

“You didn’t?!”

“Oh, but I did”

He pulled out a set of nunjucks, and like the rest of the things they too were black with stripes. Clearly there had to be a point with all these matching weapons. Your brother hugged your father tightly, making your heart flutter at the sweet moment they now shared before you would be gone for who knows how long.

“I’m so proud of you my son, I hope you know that” his hand rested on Jimin’s cheek, as he looked deep into his eyes.

“I know pops”

“Good… and last but not least!”

Instead of pulling your weapon from the bag, like he did with the others, he went back into the armory.  When he returned, he had a katana with him, but this wasn’t just any katana. It was tradition in the Asian mafias that the heir to the thrown had one, it was a display of power, just as your ring and tattoo. It showed people you were the one in charge, and that you were the one they needed to fear.

The holster was black, everything about this sword was as dark as your soul. Except for a small pendent that hang from the end it. A solid gold tiger. You pulled it from it holster revealing the sharp blade. You swung it around just to get a feel of it, and it was perfectly balanced for your body.

“I have given you all weapons that link you to each other, weapons that show everyone you’ll meet where you belong. I know each and every one of you will make me proud in your own way, and I’m excited to see what this journey will bring for every one of you. Make more allices than enemies, be only cruel to those who deserve your wrath. Most of those you’ll meet are beneath you so don’t waste your time… But now go, you deserve this party, you deserve one last night of bad decisions before you go into the world as my representation”

You all nodded, straightening your backs, looking forward as if you were ready to fight the world in this moment. You all left your father behind in the office, and when the door was finally closed behind you a squeal of happiness and laughter erupted in the halls. Making the old man smile behind the once again closed doors.

[sheneverupdates]

Kagakuro Gift Exchange: Tastes Like Cake

To: trip From: sheneverupdates Prompt: Kagami’s birthday and Kuroko tries his hardest to make a cake but it doesn’t work that well Message: I’m soooooo sorry for being late T-T. I couldn’t decide between making a fic or a picture, so I ended up doing both. Thank you for participating for the @kagakuroexchange and I hope you like it hun! Again, so sorry for making you wait OTL

“Nigou, down.” Kuroko chided, shooing the small dog that curiously sniffed at the cake he pulled out of the oven. But he was glad the puppy didn’t turn tail and run away from the smell this time. It was encouraging.

This was attempt number five.

The recipe was from his grandmother, who baked the most delicious cakes for his birthday. They were soft, moist and smelt rich with vanilla. Every bite was like heaven.

And Kuroko wanted to bake it himself for his boyfriend’s birthday.

But, it seemed that he didn’t get all the necessary information to bake it properly, such as: what order to mix the ingredients together, or how long to bake it in the oven. It wasn’t that Kuroko was a bad cook; he just hadn’t baked by himself before, and he didn’t know these things. During the first attempt, the cake set off the smoke alarm and was burnt to a crisp. The second attempt, he didn’t keep it in the oven long enough, and was still runny in the middle. He stuck it back in and ended up burning that too. The third attempt, Kuroko kept opening the oven door to check on it, determined not to burn this one too. Instead, the cake deflated. On the fourth attempt, Kuroko resorted to looking up how long to bake it on his phone. Everything seemed like it was fine, until Kuroko sampled it, and gagged. Turns out he’s been mixing up the sugar and the salt jars all this time.

Kuroko carefully sliced a small piece off the top of the cake and took a tentative bite. It was slightly tougher than how his grandmother makes it, but it was good. If anything, the center would be moist. Right?

Kuroko smiled in satisfaction and got the ingredients to make the icing.

Turns out, Kuroko was worse at decorating than baking.

The pieces he cut for the tiers were uneven and lopsided, his piping technique non-existent, and to top it off, he didn’t realize he had to wait for the cake to cool completely before frosting. So naturally, the icing was melting off.

Kuroko pouted. ­­He didn’t expect this to be so hard.

“I don’t think Kagami-kun is going to be very impressed with this, Nigou.”

“Impressed with what?”

Kuroko jumped as he heard his lover’s voice next to his ear. “K-Kagami-kun! Don’t scare me like that.”

“You’re one to talk. Always appearing out of nowhere.” Kagami chuckled and placed a kiss on his shadow’s cheek as he wrapped his hands around his waist. “I’m home.”

“I didn’t hear you come in.” Kuroko chided lightly as he tried to block the taller male’s sight from what he was working on, with no avail.

“I did call out, but you didn’t answer. I guess you were too focused on…that?” Kagami guessed, tilting his head slightly as he got a better look at the cake on the table. A warm smile spread across his face as he understood what his boyfriend was up to. “Did you make that for me?”

Kuroko blushed, “It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday. It’s not ready yet…and it turned out to be a disaster.”

“What? No way…so what if it’s a little lopsided, and melting, and you missed a spot there-oof!”

Kagami rubbed his stomach from where Kuroko elbowed him.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I love it Kuroko, really. Especially the little basketballs you decorated on it. Nice touch.”

“…those are tigers.”

“Oh…really? Oh, wait I see it now. The whiskers…or stripes. They’re cute.” Kagami bit his lip, trying not to chuckle.

“If Kagami-kun keeps laughing, you won’t get a slice.”

“I’m not laughing.” Kagami snickered, as he hugged Kuroko tighter, “You’re just so cute, Kuroko. To go through all this trouble for me. You put so much effort. I really appreciate it.”

Kuroko fidgeted, feeling shy all of a sudden, “It’s really nothing, Kagami-kun. I just wanted to do something special for you on your birthday. It just didn’t come out as planned.”

“I don’t know about you, but I don’t judge a cake by how it looks,” Kagami’s lips pulled into a teasing smirk as he licked a smear of icing off of Kuroko’s cheek. “It’s the taste that counts, right?”

Kuroko felt his cheeks glow again, “I…suppose.”

“Feed me?” The taller male requested innocently, though eyes sparked with mischief, like an overgrown child. And Kuroko couldn’t refuse him, not with that hopeful look on his face.

He cut off a piece of cake, turned to face him fully and lifted it to his lover’s lips.

Kagami took a small bite, “Mmm…sweet,” he complimented as he went in for a bigger, messy bite, taking Kuroko’s fingers in his mouth as well.

Kuroko gasped in surprise and giggled, “Kagami-kun!”

“M f’orry, I’f was jus’ ‘fo tasty,” he grinned and swallowed, his lips smeared with icing, “I wanted to make sure I got all of it.”

Kagami leaned forward, licking his lips, “You should really try this icing.”

Kuroko smiled, “If you insist.”

He stood on his toes and captured his boyfriend’s lips between his own. He sucked lightly, savouring the taste of the sweet frosting with a hint of vanilla. Kagami gave a content sigh and pressed their lips together more firmly. His tongue slipped into Kuroko’s mouth, giving him more of that sugary taste. Kuroko let out a soft moan, as Kagami ran his tongue over and under his own. Kagami’s large hands gripped his hips and lifted him on to the table. Kuroko leaned back on his elbow and swiped a large glob of icing off the cake. He gave his finger a sensual lick, enjoying how his partner’s eyes were glued on him. Without further prompting, Kagami closed the distance between them again, pressing his body further against the table.

Kagami hungrily lapped up more icing from his lips, as if the taste was the most addictive thing he knew.

‘Maybe,’ Kuroko thought to himself, ��I’m not that bad at baking after all.’