Kimi Has No Idea What’s Going On Or What He’s Supposed To Do He’s SO ENDEARING Just Wanna Put Him

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you met him on a thursday.

not that the day matters, really, but he would always remember it like it did. said thursdays felt like beginnings, and you, standing there in the soft light of the shop window, your hands curled around a cup of tea and your eyes steady on his, it felt like the first page of a romance novel.

he was talking to the shopkeeper about cocoa beans, something about mouthfeel and integrity and how 'chocolate should feel like a memory'. you weren’t listening at first. not until he laughed, it was soft and a little startled, like someone had surprised him with his own joy. you looked up. and he looked back.

and everything that came after was quiet.

“you always smell like sugar,” you said one morning, your voice still scratchy from sleep.

“occupational hazard,” he murmured, cheek pressed to the pillow, curls a little chaotic. “you don’t mind, do you?”

you shook your head, pressed a kiss to the slope of his shoulder.

“i think i’d miss it if you didn’t.”

he had a way of making even the smallest things feel like magic. folding napkins into roses. spelling your name in spun sugar. telling you stories like they were secrets, eyes bright, hands moving in the air like he was sculpting the words as he said them.

“i want to build something,” he told you once, “a place. for people who still believe in whimsy.”

you leaned into him, heart warm.

“then do it,” you said. “i already believe in you.”

sometimes, when it got late and the world felt too sharp, he’d reach for your hand without saying anything. just gently lace his fingers with yours.

“thank you,” he said one night, voice soft like sugar melting in warm milk. you didn’t ask what for. you just squeezed back.

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“Been waiting all night for you, you know that?” As you pulled your shirt over your head, Clark's hands were already working at the buttons of his own shirt. He settled between your legs, the heat of his bare skin pressing against yours. He positioned himself at your entrance, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain control. With a single, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself inside you, stretching and filling you completely.

A guttural moan escaped his lips at the sensation of your tight cunt enveloping him. He paused for a moment, allowing you both to adjust to the intensity of the connection. Then he began to move, setting a relentless pace as he drove into you again and again. Clark's hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he claimed you with a ferocity that bordered on desperation. His lips found yours once more, kissing you deeply, hungrily, as if trying to devour you whole.

Clark leaned back, pulling you with him as he shifted positions. He brought your hips up, angling your body so that he could drive deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you with each powerful thrust. The new position allowed him to watch your face, to see the pleasure etched on your features as he claimed you. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider as he pounded into you with increasing intensity.

“You're so pretty like this, so perfect.” He could feel your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps. Clark's hips slowed slightly as he felt your body strain beneath him. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice. “Do you need me to stop?”

You shook your head, your breath coming in short gasps. “No, don't stop,” you managed to say. “It's just...so much.” A slow, satisfied smile spread across Clark's face.

“Takin’ me so well,” he panted, his hips picking up the pace once more. “Look at how deep I am.” His eyes ogled down to the bulge his cock was creating in your belly. With a low groan, he pressed his hand against it, feeling the hard length of himself moving within you.

His thrusts became more deliberate, more focused, as he chased his release. His hand remained on your belly, feeling the way your body yielded to his, taking every inch of him. “Give it to me baby, I wanna feel you cum.”

Clark felt your body clench around him, your inner walls pulsing and contracting as you reached your orgasm. Your cry of his name echoed in the room, a sound of pure ecstasy that made his dick twitch inside of you. Your release triggered his own, and with a final, powerful thrust, Clark buried himself deep inside you. His body tensed, his muscles coiling tight as he spilled thick ropes of cum deep within your aching cunt.

Clark rolled off of you, his body still humming with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He couldn't help the slick smile that spread across his face as he lay beside you, his eyes stared up at the ceiling.

His mind reeled back to the bulge he created in your tummy and the way his hand had pressed against your skin, feeling himself inside you. The affirmation wrapped around him like a warm coat, feeding a part of him he rarely acknowledged. He wasn’t one to dwell on vanity, but in that moment, he couldn’t help himself.

For once, he let his ego revel, if only for a little while.