"where are the sprinkles, babe?"
you turn your head at the sound of liam's voice and roll your eyes, stifling the giggle that you almost let out.
"they should be on the counter with the rest of the toppings," you call out, furiously mixing your chocolate batter by hand. "did you misplace them again?"
you two had earlier agreed to spend the entire saturday night at home, mostly in the kitchen, baking whatever you found possible in the house.
so far, you've made five batches of cookies - two peanut butter, one chocolate chip, and the others, sugar - and twenty-four confetti cupcakes. but you weren't prepared to stop there.
"no," liam blushes, "i just wanted to make sure you remembered where they were."
you turn around and place your hands on your hips. "get back to frosting those cupcakes, pretty boy."
"aha! so you do think i'm pretty!" confidently, he struts over to you and stares down at you with his big, blue eyes. "i'm glad you finally admitted that. you're pretty too, you know."
he leans down and presses his lips to yours, containing as much passion as he can. you deepen the kiss and place your batter on the counter, freeing your hands so that you can tangle them in liam's hair.
before the kiss gets too heated, liam pulls away and shoots you a cocky smirk. "sorry babe, we've got goodies to bake!"
you stare at him in disbelief as he goes back to the counter, picks up a bag of frosting, and swirls the mixture around the cupcake.
"liam dunbar, you did not just leave me hanging."
he turns around and smirks mischievously.
"y/n y/l/n, yes i did."
you scoff as he turns back around, your eyes scanning for a revenge weapon. the moment your eyes find the bowl of flour, you know he's done for.
you grab as much flour as your hand could hold and chucked it, directly at liam's back. some spread to his neck, leaving him a powdery-white mess.
you double over in laughter as the flour hits his skin. liam gasps at the feeling and turns around, jaw dropped, and shakes his head in disbelief.
"did you just–"
"i did," you cut him off, "and i'll happily do it again if i have to."
liam nods with an amused look on his face and turns around, returning to his cupcakes. you sigh with relief, not even worried about wiping the goofy grin on your lips. you claimed your revenge, and you're feeling very pleased with yourself.
you pick up your mixed batter and bend over to pull a metal tin out of the cabinet to pour the brownie batter in.
SMACK!
a large hand collides with your butt, catching you completely off guard. you peer over your shoulder to see liam, his hand covered in red icing. he quickly pouts, sticking his bottom lip out as he gives you soft, innocent eyes.
"what?" he asks innocently. he glances down at his red hand and chuckles, muttering, "okay, okay, looks like you caught me red-handed!"
he snorts and doubles over in laughter as you gape at him.
your butt starts to sting a little and you grumble at his puny joke.
"that wasn't funny," you murmur, adding an eye-roll to your scheme.
"aw, i'm sorry, y/n... but you've got to admit, that joke is comedy gold."
"comedy gold my ass," you tease.
after realizing your addition to the joke, liam turns back to the cupcakes, giggling and murmuring, "hehe, get it? your ass... because i smacked it... hehe..."
"shut up," you groan, face flushed at his childlike behavior.
for a moment, you can't believe that this goofball is your boyfriend.
your eyes dart over to the carton of eggs on the counter and bite your bottom lip as you formulate an idea.
after tossing the brownies in the oven, you grab an egg and head over to where liam is, icing and decorating the cupcakes.
you wrap your arms around liam from behind and lean against his muscular back, kissing around the fabric of his thin tank top. "how's it going over here? you almost done?"
liam shakes his head and hums in response, enjoying the feeling of your presence behind him.
"have i told you how much i love you?" you question innocently, hiding your devious smile as you raise your arm.
"not recently, no," he chuckles, picking up another bag of blue icing.
the egg collides against the top of liam's head, yolk and egg whites dripping in every which way around his face.
you squeal as liam jumps around and grabs your arm, holding one above your head as he shakes the yolk from his hair. "this means war," he grumbles as he grabs your other arm.
he pins them both above your head and pushes you against the cool door of the refrigerator. liam grabs a cupcake from the counter and raises an eyebrow at you, feigning innocence.
"hungry?"
before you can even react, liam shoves the cupcake into your face, smearing the perfectly-piled frosting all over your face. he dabs it around your cheeks and nose, careful to avoid your eyes, before finally rubbing the cake around your lips.
you groan in disgust as liam chuckles at your new, messy appearance. "aw, baby. blue is a nice color on you." rolling your eyes, you struggle to break free from his grip on your wrists. liam tsks at you and leans forward, mumbling, "i wonder if it tastes as good as it looks."
he leans forward and captures his lips with yours, slowly, as he greedily allows his tongue to lick the corners of your mouth. he slides his tongue along your bottom lip as you moan in approval, allowing him to explore your mouth to get a better taste. your arms are still pinned above you as liam moves down, his lips trailing down your jaw as he sucks and licks with pleasure. he pulls away briefly, his hot breath down your neck, and replies, "mmm, you taste even better than you look."
he leans forward to kiss you again, but this time, desperately. he drops your arms from above your head and leans them down to the back of your thighs. "jump," he mutters against your lips as he deepens the kiss.
you wrap your arms around his neck and lace your fingers in his golden-brown locks. you moan as liam lifts you onto the counter and walks between your legs to decrease space between you.
his tongue slips back into your mouth and swirls along with yours, delightfully lapping the remaining taste of vanilla icing as your lips collide sloppily.
the loud, alarming sound of the fire alarm breaks out, causing you two to jump apart from each other in an instant.
that's when you smell burning. you groan out loud is dismay and open the oven door, frustrated to see the stiff, black crumbs that used to be brownies.
"god dammit, liam," you mutter, "next time, leave the baking to me."
he pouts at you again and walks over to you, pulling you into his embrace. "i don't think you can get rid of me that easily, y/n. especially if our baking nights end like tonight did."
