²⁸

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

your vacation in malaysia was filled with nothing but laughter, happiness and wonderful moments.

you had also learned recipes for their desserts, and you were planning to make every single one of them when you went back to japan.

"ken, you should've tried it! it was perfect!"

"honey, i ate so many desserts today i think i'm gonna have a toothache"

"nonsense! desserts are never enough" you pouted, resting your back against his chest.

he chuckled softly, as he held you against him in the bathtub.

"do you remember the promise we made before leaving japan?" he asked, after some time.

"yes! we said we wouldn't work on our vacation"

"and what have you been doing the past few days?"

"i'm not working. i'm baking"

"and what is your occupation?"

"...a baker" you mumbled.

"exactly"

"can you really blame me? i love spoiling you with desserts!"

"is that so?"

"should i spoil you back, then?" he added, his voice just above a whisper.

his hand traveled between your thighs, making you gasp. you turned to the side, your forehead resting against his;

"ken..."

there it was— the neediness in your voice that he loved.

you were making it impossible for him to think straight, when you were clinging to him like your life depended on it.

and you were making it impossible for him to resist giving you what you both wanted.