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All your boyfriend could do was plainly sit and watch as you skillfully piped the last finishing touches on the smooth white surface. He took in the way the cream delicately oozed from the piping bag, little mounds appearing like rippled Hershey's kisses decorating the perimeter of the cake. Tsukishima still had no idea how much luck he had to end up with a baking connoisseur such as yourself.

"And... done!" Your back straightened at the final squeeze, the hand holding the pastry bag resting against the firm shelf of your hipbone. You smiled gleefully at your work, letting out a satisfied sigh that you were finally done for the day.

"Finally," He grumbled, pulling back his headphones so that they rested around his neck.

To Tsukishima, it was hard for things to appear tolerable at times- most people he encountered at school were either seen as a nuisance or just plainly and bluntly dealt with. Many (with the exception of a few) would fall victim to his cold remarks, but you just smiled in his face and laughed it off as verbal irony should be; a joke, even if it was nevertheless somehow true. The quick insults he often greeted you with backfired against him, turning into conversations that left him hanging and want to stay with you longer.

Eventually the flutter in his chest become a pounding that beat up and practically screamed at himself. When he just couldn't bear bottling his emotions any longer, he really couldn't handle the way you cutely blushed and hid your face after his awkward confession about a month back. It was just so satisfying, but he found it somewhat pathetic of himself to be so desperate of your answer.

Somehow it managed to blossom from there, your happy-go-lucky attitude seemingly canceling his out his harshness, resulting in a Tsukishima that was a bit more toned down. A bit nicer. But it was just for you.

Dates were often by your initiative, but today really couldn't be considered one. You had to work at your father's bakery, but it had been ages since you and Kei had spent some time together, and so he tagged along. It had been roughly four hours of you piping aesthestics on various pastries, while he sat around reviewing textbooks and other school work half the time. And it was rather tempting for Tsukishima to find something to eat, the alluring smells of fresh fruit and frosting lingering in the air.

To be honest, you were just as big of a distraction as the food was, making the first year wanting to go home and just cuddle up with you for the rest of the day. Along with the way your ponytail had loosened, allowing a few strands to frame your face, it was just... so cute. Though he'd endure it for a bit longer, he told himself, but it became increasingly difficult as he remembered what it was you were icing.

The last customer just had to order strawberry shortcake.

"Okay, here you go, sir!" You pushed the box across the counter, the tall blond eyeing you from within the kitchen door. His pupils seemed to dialate at the departing cake, the empty pit in his stomach sucking inward with discomfort and hunger.

It only grew to torture when you walked back in and witnessed you squeezed out the leftovers from the pastry bag onto your dainty finger. A cheeky smile appeared at the taste as it was brought up to your lips. He practically drooled over the cream, terribly famished and irritated. You remained oblivious to his thoughts, unaware of how much of an unintentional tease you could be sometimes.

"Oh... Kei?" You eyes widened when you saw him stride over to you, backing you up against the steel counter. The cold metal was a stark contrast from the heat rising due to the proximity between the two of you. Tsukishima had effectively caged you with his long arms on either side of your body, face dangerously close to your ear.

"Hey... you mind telling me what kind of icing was?" His voice was low, breathy, and quickly accumulating desire for the sweetness the creamy substance held. There was nowhere else he could find it but here. In your mouth. His patience was almost no more.

"Swedish buttercream..."

Besides, he couldn't just as equally resist the faces you made whenever the two of you became intimate like this.

"K-Kei... You're scaring me a bit..."

No words fell from his lips and they instead descended upon your own, eyebrows furrowing with the sudden passion that came over him. His hands trailed themselves from your shoulders to pull you in by your hips. You were still in shock at the sudden show of affection, but nearly became paralyzed when his tongue gently slipped past your mouth, eyes rolling at the back of your head with how good it felt.

He felt his glasses push into the bridge of his nose almost painfully, but it was disregarded with the flavour he picked up from you. The soft, sweet honey of the rich vanilla cream intensified the kiss, only encouraged by the fact he got to break the barrier with you as well. It sent your heart soaring.

Finally retracting himself, saliva stringing from his open mouth to yours, it was broken with the shaky breaths you let out. The two of you had only been together for about a month and still hadn't shared a kiss until now. You would definitely remember your first kiss for the rest of your life.

"Tastes good... I'm sure they'll like it."

You couldn't help being flustered with the way he spoke to you like that, words dripping like chocolate and brushing across the canvas of your face.

"You know if you wanted to try some you could have just asked me instead of standing there..."

"Nah," His devilish smirk lined your face with another steaming red blush.
"I find this more fun," and dove down to capture your lips once more.

Description

All your boyfriend could do was plainly sit and watch as you skillfully piped the last finishing touches on the smooth white surface. He took in the way the cream delicately oozed from the piping bag, little mounds appearing like rippled Hershey's kisses decorating the perimeter of the cake. Tsukishima still had no idea how much luck he had to end up with a baking connoisseur such as yourself.

"And... done!" Your back straightened at the final squeeze, the hand holding the pastry bag resting against the firm shelf of your hipbone. You smiled gleefully at your work, letting out a satisfied sigh that you were finally done for the day.

"Finally," He grumbled, pulling back his headphones so that they rested around his neck.

To Tsukishima, it was hard for things to appear tolerable at times- most people he encountered at school were either seen as a nuisance or just plainly and bluntly dealt with. Many (with the exception of a few) would fall victim to his cold remarks, but you just smiled in his face and laughed it off as verbal irony should be; a joke, even if it was nevertheless somehow true. The quick insults he often greeted you with backfired against him, turning into conversations that left him hanging and want to stay with you longer.

Eventually the flutter in his chest become a pounding that beat up and practically screamed at himself. When he just couldn't bear bottling his emotions any longer, he really couldn't handle the way you cutely blushed and hid your face after his awkward confession about a month back. It was just so satisfying, but he found it somewhat pathetic of himself to be so desperate of your answer.

Somehow it managed to blossom from there, your happy-go-lucky attitude seemingly canceling his out his harshness, resulting in a Tsukishima that was a bit more toned down. A bit nicer. But it was just for you.

Dates were often by your initiative, but today really couldn't be considered one. You had to work at your father's bakery, but it had been ages since you and Kei had spent some time together, and so he tagged along. It had been roughly four hours of you piping aesthestics on various pastries, while he sat around reviewing textbooks and other school work half the time. And it was rather tempting for Tsukishima to find something to eat, the alluring smells of fresh fruit and frosting lingering in the air.

To be honest, you were just as big of a distraction as the food was, making the first year wanting to go home and just cuddle up with you for the rest of the day. Along with the way your ponytail had loosened, allowing a few strands to frame your face, it was just... so cute. Though he'd endure it for a bit longer, he told himself, but it became increasingly difficult as he remembered what it was you were icing.

The last customer just had to order strawberry shortcake.

"Okay, here you go, sir!" You pushed the box across the counter, the tall blond eyeing you from within the kitchen door. His pupils seemed to dialate at the departing cake, the empty pit in his stomach sucking inward with discomfort and hunger.

It only grew to torture when you walked back in and witnessed you squeezed out the leftovers from the pastry bag onto your dainty finger. A cheeky smile appeared at the taste as it was brought up to your lips. He practically drooled over the cream, terribly famished and irritated. You remained oblivious to his thoughts, unaware of how much of an unintentional tease you could be sometimes.

"Oh... Kei?" You eyes widened when you saw him stride over to you, backing you up against the steel counter. The cold metal was a stark contrast from the heat rising due to the proximity between the two of you. Tsukishima had effectively caged you with his long arms on either side of your body, face dangerously close to your ear.

"Hey... you mind telling me what kind of icing was?" His voice was low, breathy, and quickly accumulating desire for the sweetness the creamy substance held. There was nowhere else he could find it but here. In your mouth. His patience was almost no more.

"Swedish buttercream..."

Besides, he couldn't just as equally resist the faces you made whenever the two of you became intimate like this.

"K-Kei... You're scaring me a bit..."

No words fell from his lips and they instead descended upon your own, eyebrows furrowing with the sudden passion that came over him. His hands trailed themselves from your shoulders to pull you in by your hips. You were still in shock at the sudden show of affection, but nearly became paralyzed when his tongue gently slipped past your mouth, eyes rolling at the back of your head with how good it felt.

He felt his glasses push into the bridge of his nose almost painfully, but it was disregarded with the flavour he picked up from you. The soft, sweet honey of the rich vanilla cream intensified the kiss, only encouraged by the fact he got to break the barrier with you as well. It sent your heart soaring.

Finally retracting himself, saliva stringing from his open mouth to yours, it was broken with the shaky breaths you let out. The two of you had only been together for about a month and still hadn't shared a kiss until now. You would definitely remember your first kiss for the rest of your life.

"Tastes good... I'm sure they'll like it."

You couldn't help being flustered with the way he spoke to you like that, words dripping like chocolate and brushing across the canvas of your face.

"You know if you wanted to try some you could have just asked me instead of standing there..."

"Nah," His devilish smirk lined your face with another steaming red blush.
"I find this more fun," and dove down to capture your lips once more.