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Aug 10, 2025

Shane kink fic I wrote :3 ft. Some artwork at the end

First time writing something like this 😭😭 hope you like it @emoticonheart I wanted it to be sweet and sappy, yet also kinky lmao enjoy :D

Contains: burping (a LOT of it), bloating, mild sexual elements, brief mentions of Shane's mental health. Don't like? DNI

“Damn it,” Shane grumbled, picking up the soda can beside him, throwing his head back and taking a long swig. He finished the can within seconds, swallowing thickly and digging his fingers into the aluminum can, the crinkling sound making you jolt.

“Shane, are you sure the two of you can't talk this out?” You suggest, trying to sound reasonable but not overbearing.

Shane paused, looking at his hairy legs thoughtfully before grumbling. “...Positive.”

You let out a sympathetic sigh, leaning behind him on the couch. One of your hands managed to find its way into Shane’s deep, plum-toned locks, tangling your fingers through the strands. You could've sworn you heard him let out a low groan.

Your husband always had a bit of an edge to him; sarcastic, grumpy, a little brooding, but it added to his charm. (according to Shane himself, which never made you not smirk with amusement) Some people were confused, always asking you why you couldn't have gone for a fit and charming man like Alex or Harvey. You knew Shane always asked you this question, too, each time his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability that kept seeming like it would spill out.

Every time Shane asked this question, you would immediately pull him into an embrace, kissing him and cuddling him and telling him that you love every square inch of him; his scruffy hair, his scratchy stubble, his thick arms and his plush belly. Whenever the two of you touched it always felt like it was a first date…the warmth and the passion, but the clear longing of connection that felt like you two had spent galaxies apart. Like the gods had written your fate on a string of stars and wrapped the two of you up in it, staring into each other's eyes with a desire that would've made Aphrodite herself blush.

The more and more time the two of you spent together, not only forming a romantic bond but also a deep friendship, Shane opened up to you. His recovery from depression and alcoholism was messy, but you were there for it; every relapse, every breakdown, every panic attack…you knew you would always be there for him the moment your eyes locked and your souls intertwined, especially in moments like these. And you knew by the way Shane looked into your eyes like he was looking at a goddess, you knew he felt the same.

And goddamn, if you didn't fall harder for him every time you saw him, you would've believed you were insane. But you weren't insane, you were lucky. Very, very, very lucky. And you let Shane know that. A lot.

But just because the two of you had what you’d both like to call a perfect marriage, that didn't mean everything else was perfect. You knew Shane could be a little…short tempered sometimes. Even playful banter and jokes made at his expense could make his blood boil. While, with your’s and his therapists’ help, he was managing it better…sometimes he just couldn't control it.

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While summer was one of your busiest seasons in Pelican Town, you always made time to go to the annual luau on the beach. Shane especially enjoyed going along with you, because there was nothing he enjoyed more than good, free food. (Except for your kisses, but he liked to classify that as a different and special kind of meal)

This year, you managed to arrive earlier than usual, partially because Shane dragged you out of bed like a child on Winterstar’s Morning. His excitement for stuffing himself and getting to relax with his beautiful wife was too adorable, his wide eyes and rare toothy grin made you want to squeal like you were holding a puppy.

You managed to bring some of your top-tier starfruit, dropping it into the bubbling (and slightly nauseating) looking crock pot, which could've probably fit a whole cow in it. While you caught up with Marnie, out of the corner of your eye you saw Mayor Lewis strolling onto the beach, his trademark bright green shirt making you squint your eyes even further.

You thought nothing of it. You gave him a quick wave, before looking around to find your husband. There he was, sitting on one of the giant washed-up logs underneath the treeline. He bounced his leg, gazing off into the bright blue sea with a soft, melancholic look on his face. You smiled warmly, turning back to Marnie to keep chatting.

Your gaze kept drifting back to Shane, knowing he always needed some quiet time in big gatherings like this. Soon enough, after a few minutes, he came back to you, nuzzling his face into your neck. You let your hand wander behind you, scruffing his hair like a puppy.

Now, you knew Lewis always was joking, trying to lighten the mood and keep everyone in good spirits. He sauntered over to you, Shane and Marnie, clapping your husband on the back. Shane tensed, and you felt a sudden tension in the air, one that made your tongue feel dry.

“Hey! Looks like Shane’s already passed out drunk, eh?” He joked, chortling before heading off to talk to some other townies. You felt Shane immediately clench his jaw against your shoulder, and his hand flew to yours and gave it a quick squeeze. Marnie looked around awkwardly, like she was looking for something to say but couldn't find the words.

“It's okay, love, you're okay…” you soothed, and Shane let out the breath he has been holding, the warm air blowing against the nape of your neck and making goosebumps sprout along your arms.

It took a few seconds for him to mumble out a reply. “...can we go home…?” He pleaded, and your heart melted. You nodded, leaving the event with him without saying another word.

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Since Shane stopped drinking, he moved onto soda and sparkling water instead. While it was certainly a much better option, you always knew he was one to over-indulge. As soon as the two of you arrived back at your farm, he grabbed a six pack of Joja-Cola from the fridge, flopping onto the couch and sighing heavily.

“What a dick.” He scoffed, cracking the can open and slurping the small sea of foam that bubbled through the metal opening.

You folded your arms and set your chin on the back of the couch, letting out a sigh as well. “Yeah…that was pretty shitty.” You agreed, pressing your nose against the back of his head and taking in his soft scent; that natural masculine scent that always made you blush for some strange reason.

He swallowed, “I mean, yeah, I can't relax for a fuckin’ day without him riding my ass.”

You snort. “Lucky bastard.” Shane lets out a sound, a mix between an annoyed groan and a chuckle.

“Yeah, you wish.” He shook his head, the small smirk still on his face as he let out a frustrated sigh. “Damn it.”

“Are you sure the two of you can't talk this out?”

“...Positive.”

You sighed, working around the couch and finding your way next to your husband, nuzzling his hair against your fingers, hoping to relax him.

“I mean…the recovery has been worse than actually going through it and…” he pauses, searching for the words in his head. “I…I don't want my suffering to feel like…like a joke.” His voice is just as gruff as usual, but his words carry a hint of vulnerability that makes your heart ache. You wrap an arm around his shoulders, holding him close and swaying back and forth gently.

“You're right…that must be really upsetting.” you hum, your eyelids fluttering closed.

“...Yeah…it is.” He responds, letting out a deep breath through his nostrils, sitting up a little straighter. “I have my appointment this Thursday, so…maybe I could bring this up with him?” He gives you a hopeful smile. Fuck, his smile is so contagious you can feel your lips curling upward before his words even register in your brain.

“Of course, I don't see why not.” You say warmly, snuggling into your teddy bear of a husband. You feel his chest rumble with a hum of appreciation, the sound making your body vibrate.

“Did I ever mention how lucky I am to have such an amazing wife?” He nudges your shoulder.

“Okay. You keep making me fall for you harder and I'm really gonna ride your ass tonight.” Despite your teasing words, you're pretty sure if someone stuck a thermometer in your mouth you’d be running a high fever. And you knew Shane knew it, too.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm so scared.” He scoffs, taking another sip of his Joja-Cola, swallowing it down loud enough that you could hear the fizzy liquid spill down his esophagus. You feel your blush deepen, and you hear Shane’s signature, lazy chuckle.

“Speaking of falling for me…I think…I wanna try something.” He looks at you with that shit-eating, yet cheek-warming smirk that makes your insides turn to melted butter. “Something that I really think is gonna blow your mind…”

Your blush deepened, and you felt your thumping heart leap into your throat.

“Wh-Wha…huh?” You tried to stammer out, and Shane let out an amused laugh, making his beer belly hitch with mirth.

“Yoba, I suck at this,” he shakes his head, a smile still splayed on his lips. “Y’know that…thing of yours you told me about?”

You felt your heart stop for a moment, your face burning hot enough to fry an egg.

“...What…?” You stuttered again, trying to play dumb. You knew exactly what he was talking about; That stupid, stupid kink of yours. You couldn't help it. As much as you wanted to know whatever cursed (yet rather erotic) idea he was planning, your face grew warmer. Not just because of your obvious arousal, but your sheer embarrassment.

Shane just chuckles, cracking open another can of Joja-Cola and gulping, the cool, bubbly liquid pouring down his throat. You blushed, your eyes glued to his Adams Apple, which bobbed as he drank. The second he pulled the can away from his lips, his brows furrowed. Bringing a hand to his chest, he gave it a couple of firm thumps before his belly gave a sharp growl. A split second later he opened his mouth, letting out a wet, gurgling burp, the sound much deeper than you expected.

You felt something inside you jolt, the feeling making your stomach flutter, almost like you were going up a roller coaster. You felt your legs instinctively clamp together, your eyes suddenly glued to the floor. Shane glanced over at you, clicking his tongue almost as if to taunt you.

“That's what I was lookin’ for.” He teased, his face grimacing again before he opened his mouth again, leaving it open for a few seconds, almost like he was expecting something. A few moments later, a deep, heavy blast of a burp snakes up his throat, making you actually jump from the sheer volume of it. “C’mon, you thought I'd just forget when you told me how horny my burps made you?” he gave your shoulder a nudge.

You flushed red, wiggling your feet against the floor as you felt your excitement build at the sheer phrasing of Shane's words. “I didn't think you'd forget, but-”

Before you could finish your sentence, a thick, hefty, drawn-out explosion of a belch exploded from Shane's mouth, the sound so forceful his chest visibility heaved as he let it out. The sound seemed to never end, growing louder and wetter before gurgling off after an impressive eight seconds, leaving Shane winded like he ran a marathon, his back slamming against the couch as he caught his breath.

You couldn't even begin to process what the hell just happened. Every nerve of your body was on fire, your stomach swirling with butterflies at a pace so fast you practically felt lightheaded. The sheer sound of…whatever demon has left Shane's maw, had you shivering like you had a fever. The excitement in your lower belly tensed, and you bit back a moan.

“Yeah, I definitely didn't forget.” He smirked, his cheeks still red from the pure amount of effort he put in to get that belch out. “...’Scuse me, by the way.”

Shane's cockiness only made the fluttering butterflies in your stomach begin to soar, your legs clenching together tighter as you shuddered.

“...You’re excused.” You squeaked out.

Shane threw his head back and laughed, but it was an appreciative laugh, not a mocking one. Still, it didn't make your face any less red.

“Babe, I think I'm a lot more than excused.” He took another quick drink of what was left with his Joja-Cola, crushing the can in his hand and letting out a soft, airy burp, one that thankfully (unfortunately?) was less ear-shattering than his last burp. “Did you hear the size of that one?” He commented, turning to you.

“...yep…” you squeaked again, your mind still spinning from that incredibly perfect belch that has ripped straight from your husband's mouth. You had too many thoughts and emotions swimming in your head that you weren't sure which one you were gonna latch onto. In fact, you couldn't even tell whether or not you were extremely turned on, extremely embarrassed, or extremely jealous of Shane's ability to let out absolute monsters like that with nothing more than a cheap can of Joja-Cola.

“That one has been building all afternoon, I swear, it would NOT come up.” He continued, drumming a hand over his gut, hiccuping and moving his hand to his mouth, curling it up into a fist. A moment later he hiccuped again, stifling a deep, heavy burp that echoed into his closed mouth. He pulled his fist away after a few seconds, blowing the humid air out from the side of his mouth. “Damn, getting reeeaaal heavy now.” He drawled, his words slightly slurred like he was drunk.

“Well…two cans of Joja-Cola will do that to you.” You state matter-of-factly, trying to keep your cool.

“Mmm, yeah, it will. Makes me burp like a-” he paused, opening his mouth and relaxing his tongue. A bubbling, guttural belch tore from his lips, lasting a good four seconds before tapering off. “-like a damn animal, I swear to Yoba.”

His last belch was nearly the tipping point for you. You could feel your eyes stinging with tears, although you weren't sure why. Your stomach curled with the building feeling of your arousal that you knew wasn't going to go away anytime soon.

“Lemme guess…” Shane picked up his third can from the package, holding the cool metal against his chest, staring at the labels and twirling it around in his hand. “Damn, two times the sorbitol, no wonder…” he flips it over, pursing his lips.

“Think I could handle another?” He teases, grinning and holding the can up for you to see. His stomach was already decently bloated, sticking out and straining against the fabric of his shirt, looking as hard as a rock.

As much as you wanted to watch Shane chug yet another can, you sighed, shaking your head. “I don't want you feeling sick.” You admitted, and Shane's eyes softened. He scooted closer to you, which dislodged a rather hefty burp from him, making his cheeks puff out.

“Hhhlrmph…oof…sweetheart, I chug these things daily.” He grinned, but a split second later, he grimaced, his stomach letting out an audible groan of protest.

“Mhm…” you raised your eyebrows at him, tentatively bringing your hand to his bloated gut, digging your fingers into the swollen skin and pressing down.

“Ohhh, fuuuck…don’t give me an attitude.” He moaned, the sound euphoric and full of relief. His cheeks reddened, and he rolled his eyes, giving you his usual aloofness to cover up the fact that he actually moaned from a belly rub. You sat there with one hand on his upper belly, gently drumming it with your fingertips.

“But, could you, uh…do that again?” He asked softly, looking almost like he was pouting. You grinned, gently pushing into his upper belly again. He immediately hiccuped, opening his mouth to let out a small, low sort of burp. A second later, another one, this one slightly deeper than the first.

Shane pursed his lips, sitting up sharply and rubbing a hand over his belly, grazing his fingers past yours. You instinctively sat up, too, moving your hand to his back to give it quick, firm pats.

“You okay?” You ask thoughtfully, eyebrows furrowed with slight worry at Shane's now slightly heavy breathing.

“Ugh…got a fucking huge one in there…” he replied, hiccuping again and thumping his chest with a fist. His belly gurgled, and a small, weak burp tumbled out, making Shane groan with exasperation. “I can literally feel it in there…not coming out…” he growled.

Shane hiccuped yet again, this one thicker and he groaned, pressing his hand further into his stomach. Your hand kept a quick, repetitive series of pats on his back, hoping it would help. After his seemingly tenth hiccup, Shane sighed heavily, grabbing the unopened can of Joja-Cola from beside his leg. Before you could even say anything, he tilted his head back, dumping the fizzy drink down his throat, taking such huge gulps you could literally see his belly visibility distending as he drank. Within seconds, he finished the can, crushing it with his hand.

Before either you or him could get any words out, he sat up straight again, pressing into his stomach and letting out an absolute roar of a belch, the sound so deafening and intense that you physically jumped from it. Hell, you thought it would never end, it just kept going and going and going, getting heftier with each second and wetter as he kept pushing the air out. After what felt like literal centuries, it tapered off, leaving him panting breathless.

You were about to ask him if he was okay, but he leaned a hand on the coffee table, steadying himself as his cheeks puffed out again. He swallowed thickly, his eyes widening as another deep, guttural and absolutely endless blast of a belch exploded from him. As soon as it ended, he stood up sharply, leaning against the arm of the couch to hold himself upright as another sizable, groaning belch jerked from his body. He pressed into his stomach, the burp becoming louder and even more intense as what sounded like a week's worth of gas exploded from his mouth.

He gasped, unable to even catch his breath before another series of powerful, lengthy blasts continued to trail out of his mouth, each one making his body lurch and making your pleasure build to a height you never knew it could reach.

After a few minutes, Shane pushed out one last gurgly burp, gasping and groaning. His sounds pushed you out of whatever state you were in, and you looked at him with wide eyes. You expected him to pass out, get sick…but you didn't expect him to smile, laughter spilling from him as he laughed harder than he had in a long while.

“Oh my YOBA, did you HEAR those?!” He cackled with delight, beaming with pride. You weren't sure what to respond with; equal enthusiasm? Total jealousy? Either way, you were absolutely speechless. Shane chuckled softly, sitting back down on the couch and giving his belly a few more rubs.

“Hooooly…I don't think I've ever burped like that in my LIFE.” His belly shook with laughter, and he groaned, soothing it with his hand, “I didn't even think it was actually possible to burp away a stomachache. I think I lost, like, ten pounds from that.”

He turned to you, his eyes widening for a moment before he smirked. Carefully, he brought a hand to your nose, wiping it and showing you the small bit of blood that coated his fingertips.

You instantly squeaked, covering your face with your hands to avoid eye contact, the sheer power of Shane's intense belches still ringing in your ears and eating away at your brain, making you feel lightheaded and almost like you were in a trance. Shane barked out another laugh, clearing his throat.

“Damn…didn't think you enjoyed them that much.” He snorted, giving his slowly deflating belly another tentative slap, making it slosh in his lap.

“...I’m so very jealous, but so very turned on at the same time.” You blurted out, causing Shane to give another laugh.

“Oh, I'll teach you one day, no problem.” He stood up, suppressing a low, rumbling burp in his mouth. He started off towards your shared bedroom, completely ignoring the cans of Joja-Cola littered around the coffee table. You raised an eyebrow.

“Are you tired already?” You ask in disbelief. It was only late afternoon, and Shane hardly ever took naps this time of day. He shook his head.

“Nah, I'm waiting for you.” He replied nonchalantly, putting his hands in his pockets and turning back to you. You pursed your lips, wondering where he was going with this.

“Oooo-kay. Why's that?” He just chuckled.

“C'mon, I know exactly what those burps of mine did to you.” He stated matter-of-factly, like it was extremely obvious…well, it kinda was. “Besides, I still have some gas trapped in there. Maybe…” he leaned down to your level, holding you by your chin.

You jolted, face flushing red at his sudden forwardness. He held your chin for a few seconds, and you were about to ask what he was doing, and that's when you could see his Adams Apple bobbing, the soft sound of his gulping down air getting more obvious. A few moments later, he pressed on his belly, which instantly released a forceful, yet powerful belch, a small bit of his drool hitting onto your face.

Another little squeak left your lips, and you could've sworn your nose started bleeding again. “...Maybe, you can help me get the rest of these burps out with some…good workouts.” he added with a low, cocky grin.

You instantly sat up, pulling on Shane's hand towards your bedroom. He threw his head back and laughed again.

“Damn, you're easy to please, huh?” He teased, his grin widening.

Maybe you were; getting off from something so crude and natural that it was almost unfair. You couldn't control it. But maybe, if it meant you got time like this with your husband…maybe it was for the better that you didn't hide it at all.

-END-

Artwork for the story I drew :3

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