A box of Kit Kats? It was giant red box with the Kit Kat logo plastered on it. I opened the ‘doors’ and noticed an overtly Japanese feel, with the traditional Japanese drawings, which contrasted with the modern Kit Kat logo in the corner. You noticed that one of the slits where the Kit Kats were had already come loose.
You lifted the cardboard slab and noticed that it was strawberry flavoured. With an air of nonchalance, you decided to have one of them.
You pulled out the strawberry dipped wafer, failing to notice how Kiku had paled. What you did notice was that it was heavier than you were used to, but that might just be a manufacturing difference between the Kit Kats you were used to and the Japanese.
You peeled open the weird looking sealed end, which actually looked like it had already been carefully opened and then sealed back up again. With the opening of the plastic wrapper a whiff of strawberry reached your nose.
You looked over at Kiku to notice that as well as being paler than a ghost, his muscles were completely tensed. You nearly laughed at how serious he was taking this gift of Kit Kats.
That is until you pulled out the sweet treat.
In the middle of the Kit Kat, in a round indent, was an engagement ring.
As you stared blankly at the ring, Kiku started stuttering with a heavy blush across his face.
“I… I rove you and I... I thought that you fert the same way and that you wourd want to…”
“Yes.”
“I courd provide for you and...” your response stopped him mid rant, and he just stared at you, joy breaking through his cracking façade.
You wiggled your left ring finger in front of his as he dug out the ring of its candy box. He slid the ring on and you felt that your face would break in half from the grin that had spread across it.
You broke the Kit Kat and gave one stick to your now-fiancé.
"All we need to do now is make grandchildren for your parents," you joked taking a bite, hoping to see his face turn red with blood.
You were shocked to see that he had a serious face on.
"I wourd rike some chirdren, but it wourd depend on you rearry," he said while munching on his Kit Kat, "as rong as we're together I don't rearry care."
A smirk spread across your face as you finished your Kit Kat.
"Weeell," you slowly drawled, "My next exam isn't for a few days, I guess we could start trying."
There's his trademark blush, but there was also something burning his usually blank eyes.
"I wourd rike to," his eyes dashed to the side, placing down the remains of his Kit Kat.
You pressed your lips against his in a kiss that quickly got heated. He clasped his hands on your waist, as you ran your fingers up and down his clothed chest. You opened your mouth and groaned slightly as his slick muscle prodded your mouth.
His fingers tightened at your vocal response and he moved from your mouth to kiss and nip at your neck. Your hands wove themselves in his silky hair with his ministrations. You ground your hips into his with a gasp as he pressed a kiss against a spot on your neck. He grew underneath you pressed against him.
You had started to tug at his shirt when you realised you were still in your kitchen. Weaving you're hands in his you tugged him up and into your bedroom.
Still holding his hands, you pulled him to the bed. You lay on the bed and moved his hands to your stomach.
He grasped the hem of your shirt with a questioning look. You gave a tiny nod and shivered as the cool air attacked your skin. Kiku took in your covered breasts, firm nipples poking through the fabric from a mixture of cold and arousal.
You kissed him as you brought his hands behind you to the clasp. He moved to press his forehead against your shoulder.
With the clasp snapping free, he gulped, nervousness settled in. He took a moment burrowed into your shoulder as you slid the straps down your arms.
Kiku pulled away and his eyes widened in awe.
"You're beautifur," he murmured as he stared, captivated at your bare breasts.
A slight blush spread across your cheeks at his mesmerised stare, your discomfort disappeared as he placed a tender hand upon one of your mounds.
You mewled as he started to knead the sensitive flesh. Nipple in the middle of his palm, shoots of electricity from his hands heating up that area between your legs.
A whine echoed through the room as he pulled his hands away. That whine quickly turned into a loud moan as he replaced his hands with his warm mouth.
You writhed underneath him as your body got hotter and hotter. The friction between your legs seemed almost impossible with how wet you've gotten already.
Impatient, you grasped his shirt and tried to yank it off. He pulled away with a chuckle and slid the offending fabric off, tossing it somewhere else in the room.
You traced the contours of his torso with your fingertips. Memorizing every facet of him, the way his slim build was surprisingly taunt with muscles. Must be all the training that Ludwig makes him do.
While you explored his chest, he removed your pants. Noticing how wet your panties were already, a blush spread across his face.
He slid a slim finger over the damp fabric watching as your hip jerked up. He hooked a finger around the fabric on the side of the hips. He shot a look up to you and when you gave a slight nod, he slid it off.
His fingers slipped into the folds and prodded the new found territory. You gasped as he slid a finger over your pearl. His thumb then started moving circles around it while his fore finger slid into your wet warmth.
You let out a moan as he started prodding your slick walls, your moan got louder as he aimed upwards into your stomach just a little in. Every noise added to his already aching arousal exponentially.
As you contorted underneath him from the influx of pleasure, Kiku couldn’t help but feel a stab of masculine pride.
He was the one who making you feel this way. You were his soon-to-be-wife and he was going to make you writhe in pleasure underneath him every time that the two of you were intimate. He didn’t think that he could claim to be your husband if he did not.
“Ki..Kiku,” you moaned, his tights now painfully tight.
He pulled his fingers out to remove his pants before he exploded. In a few agonizing seconds, he had stripped himself of both his pants and his boxers.
He positioned himself at your sodden entrance and for the third time that night, you gave him a nod.
He pressed his forehead against yours as his hips snapped forward. A stab of pain blossomed as he sliced your barrier. He kissed your cheeks mournfully as pinpricks of tears threatened to fall.
When the pain turned into a swirling pleasure, you gently rocked your hips against his. With a small grunt of pleasure, he grabbed your hip and started thrusting into your slick tunnel.
You mewled as his stiff rod filled you, rubbing your walls perfectly. This mixed with his grunts, as your pleasure wrapped around him in warm firmness.
Ecstasy roped around you tighter and tighter with each snap of his hips. Stars burst behind your eyes as he hit an area in you.
"Right there," you gasped and he changed his aim to continuously pound there.
Your hips pounding out a heartbeat. Your legs twitched as you neared your end, pleasure so intense you couldn't focus on anything but on Kiku's lust filled eyes.
Your pleasure snapped and your walls clenched down on him, making him orgasm with you. Filling you with his hot seed.
He lazily thrusted a few times, softening in you. With a woozy contentment he slid out and collapsed on the bed.
Pulling you drowsily close to him, he murmured to your half asleep body.
"Aishiteru."
~Extended ending~
You curled your aching feet underneath the heated table, the two of you had marched all over the place in a last minute check up for your quickly approaching wedding.
"You know," you mentioned idly, opening a Kit Kat.
Kiku perked his head up and look at you.
"It's probably a good thing that the wedding is so soon." you said, smirking.
"Otherwise I might not be able to fit into my dress with all that extra baby.