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Kita would eat you out on his birthday. Multiple orgasms later, you're sobbing, shaking, barely able to think. You're pushing his head away asking for a break - not even to stop, just for a second to catch your breath. He'd pout up at you, bottom lip jutted out, swollen pink and shiny with your slick, and he'd say "but it's my birthday". If you weren't so delirious, you'd notice the smirk he's trying to fight and the devious glint in his puppy dog eyes.

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Alpha Kita accidentally knotting you the first time you two have sex. His rut is nowhere near, the knot just snuck up on him. He didn't even realize until he tried to roll his hips as you ride out your orgasms and he suddenly can't pull out. He'd be soooo embarrassed, half folded over you as he tries to hide his face in your neck but you smell so good it's making his hips jerk and just reminding you both that you're kinda stuck here which makes him more embarrassed and-

You're trying to comfort him and tell him its ok, you dont mind, these things happen (never with you. And you assume never to Kita. But its not unheard of, and you consider it flattering in a way?) You're scratching at the nape of his neck, trying to soothe him with praise because you can feel his stuttering breath on your neck and you're kinda afraid he's going to cry because he's shaking like a leaf and his grip on your hips is almost bruising. Then he says - murmurs it into your collarbone, really - "It's never gonna go down if you keep doing that" and you're so focused on his lips moving against your skin that you don't really register the words at first. It clicks, eventually, and you move your hand away from his neck with a bashful "Oh! Sorry."

And its like, without your hand on him, he deflates. His grip on you loosens and he's still shaking but not nearly as much. He's able to move his limbs, at last, and adjusts so that you're laying on top of him, still firmly tied together. His hands rub up and down your sides before wrapping around your back. "I really am sorry about this. I woulda warned you, at least. " But now its your turn to bury your face in the crook of his neck as you tell him "Stop apologizing, this is nice". You punctuate your words with a kiss where his scent is strongest, and you just know from the way his body shudders under yours that you've just bought yourself a little more time in this position.

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Kita Shinsuke Smut

In which you & your loving husband, Shinsuke, cry over spilled milk.

3.6K ** CW: pregnant reader, lactating, drinking breast milk. And. It pains me to say this breast milk as lube. But not *lube* lube ya know? also a tiny bit of hurt/comfort, physically and emotionally. Use of ya and yer because im a simple person. Mommy kink but only if you squint and tilt your head. Its there in spirit.

Ever since you told Shinsuke you were pregnant, he's been walking around on cloud nine. Still, it was difficult, the first few months. You were achy, nauseous and always exhausted. Your days together had completely changed and what started as Shinsuke asking old friends and neighbors for help around the farm and house has turned into serious “Help Wanted” signs posted in town.

You're about 5 months pregnant now, and things have gotten better and simultaneously so much worse.

For one thing, your bump is noticeable now. News travels fast in a town like this, but if there was anyone who didn't know you were pregnant before, it's obvious now. Your jeans barely fit, tight around the hips and thighs – and ass, for that matter, but no complaints there. You've gone from lounging in Shinsuke's borrowed clothes to living in them entirely.

(You refuse to start shopping for maternity wear yet. There's still plenty of time and you'll outgrow everything soon anyway. Shinsuke has been trying to spoil you with pretty sundresses that fit and flow in all the right places, but you made him return all but three. He swears he doesn't pout but there's no other word for it.)

Shinsuke is…coping. He's been a good husband and a very, very strong man. You don't initiate much, which means he hasn't initiated anything.

He wants to, so badly it hurts sometimes, and that's not just a figure of speech. He's woken up hard and throbbing, rushing to the bathroom to jerk off fast enough to make his dick chafe. He sneaks out of your bed in the middle of the night to change out of cum-soaked pants after particularly sweet dreams. He's been coming home with silly little injuries because he can't focus on his work. You think he's been distracted because he's worried. How is he supposed to tell you he hurt his ankle because he missed a step as he was replaying the way your backside jiggled when you tried to jump into your jeans that day?

He's never been so pent up in his life.

You're watching TikToks while Shinsuke lies on your lap reading yet another article on nursery decorating on his phone. He's trying to focus on the words on the screen but with the growing bump behind him and your soft, plush thighs as his pillow, he finds himself a little distracted.

You're wearing one of the few dresses you kept. The hemline normally rests just above the knee but each time he shifts his head in your lap, it inches up a little. A real shame he's been so fidgety tonight.

You gasp above him and he waits for you to show him whatever video caused the reaction, but when a moment passes without follow up, he tilts his head to see you grimacing.

“What’s wrong?” The distress in his voice matches the expression on your face.

He watches you fondl- massage your breast as you whimper (in pain, he reminds himself, tearing his eyes away).

“Hurts”, is all you manage to say.

He twists awkwardly, legs still on the couch as he tries to face you. One hand supports him while the other reaches for your face.

“What can I do? How can I help?”

“It's fine. It'll pass.” you groan. “It's just. My milk has been coming in lately and it's a little sore.”

Like a reflex, Shinsuke thinks back on everything he read on the subject and he carefully moves your hand away.

“Ya can't just squeeze like that, yer gonna make it worse.” His hand gently cups.

His intentions were pure, intent on easing your pain, but the moment he has a handful of you, he almost regrets his offer. He tries to focus on remembering what he read in clinical detail. Rubbing small circles with finger tips, lessening and applying more pressure according to your reaction. He's doing a really good job ignoring the heat in his belly until you sign in relief.

He looks up to find your eyes closed, lips parted as your head tilts back. He takes a deep breath and concentrates on helping, even as he watches your face for signs of pain.

He continues his ministrations and his fingers brush your nipple. He's careful, knowing how sensitive it must be, but even still you whine. Keen might be a better word, he thinks, seeing your brows furrow. But he's momentarily distracted by the damp cotton under his fingertips.

Chancing a look, he notices a small wet spot growing, with the fabric clinging to your ripple at the center.

“Oh. You're-” leaking? Dripping? Every word that comes to mind is accompanied by the mental image of your cunt soaking his fingers, or tongue, or- “I'll get a cloth to clean ya up.”

You whine immediately in the absence of his touch. “Don't go. Feels so much better now.”

Shinsuke places his hand back on your breast, softly kneading, but he laments, “We're gonna mess up yer pretty dress, Sweetheart”. The thought actually pains him. He'd been hoping to see you wear it again soon but now he'll have to wash it first, and he hasn't read anything about breast milk staining but it is a new dress so he should really be careful and- his brain stops completely.

You're tugging your dress down by the strap, his hand pulling away just enough for you to get the fabric down. He'd been doing so well at ignoring his growing erection but he swears he can feel himself twitch in his pants at the way your breasts jiggle. He's not sure how long he stares, but you whine for him.

“Shin, please. It's starting to hurt again. This one too”

He doesn't need any more encouragement than that. Cupping your tits in each hand, he focuses on soft, gentle movements, fighting not to squeeze just to watch his fingers dig into supple skin.

Despite his best efforts, he can't look away from the pearly droplet beading at your nipple. As lightly as he can, he brushes his thumb over the bud, collecting the liquid. He won't risk taking his hand away, so he leans his head forward, licking his thumb as the rest of his fingers draw circles in your skin. He sighs contentedly at the taste and the sound, coupled with his breath ghosting over damp skin, makes you moan.

When you look down and see him pressed so close to where you're most sensitive, you place your hand at the back of his head. You don't push, but the suggestion lies in the touch anyway. He looks up at you with hungry, questioning eyes.

“It'll help,” you assure him.

That's all he needed to hear.

His lips slide over you, and for a while, his tongue just laps at you. He savors the taste of what's already spilled, the tip of his tongue dipping into the divot of your nipple until he's replaced every drop of milk with his own spit. It feels unbelievably good to have his mouth on you again. Neither of you can remember the last time he touched you like this. He squeezes your tit – just the one, lest he waste any more milk – and hums at the answering stream.

You moan at the feeling, high and needy. It's not enough for him. He hollows his cheeks a little and it surprises him how much fills his mouth this time. With both his hands on you, his head is only supported by your hands in his hair and your grip on the strands tightens as you whimper.

“Fuck, Shinsuke. Feels so good, thank you.”

The praise washes over him, clearing away any shame. He's helping you. You were in pain a second ago and now you feel good. He's doing exactly what he's supposed to do as your husband. He closes his eyes and enjoys the moment, refusing to acknowledge how painfully his cock strains against his jeans.

Time passes with heavy breathing filling the air, and the occasional whimper when Shinsuke lets his teeth graze you. Eventually, you pull him away, and he separates with a pop that seems to echo in the silence. A cold pit of dread sits in his stomach.

“You okay? Was it too much? I'm sorry, I just-”

You ignore his frantic apologies and adjust him as best as you can.

“It's okay I just. I need you on the other one now. This side doesn't hurt as bad but you could make it even better for me, yeah?”

Wordlessly, he takes your other nipple into his mouth, skipping all pretense and sucking immediately. Your previous moans were tinged with pain or relief, but he knows this one is pure pleasure. It makes him feel less bad about the thoughts he's been having.

With one hand free, he finally reaches down to relieve the pressure on his cock, simply unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping them. The sound or the movement must catch your attention because you say, “Baby… that looks painful. How long have you been like this?”

He squeezes his eyes tightly and shakes his head as hard as he can without pulling his mouth away. You hush him gently, scratching at his scalp.

“It's okay. You're making me feel so good, Shin. It's okay if you feel good too.”

That's all the permission he needs. He pulls his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock, and he distantly notes you squirm beneath him. He won't bother looking down, but he's sure his cock is red and angry with neglect. He can feel precum soaking the head. When he finally wraps a hand around himself, he trembles so hard, he thinks he might've cum for a second.

“Fuck, Shin. That's so hot. You're too good to me, always taking such good care of me. Wouldn't even touch yourself would you, baby?”

He can't answer, too busy focusing on stream after stream of milk on his tongue as his bucks into his tight fist.

Your voice is getting shaky as you talk to him, desperate and weak. “You were about to cum in your pants, weren't you? Guess you don't mind wasting it since you already knocked me up.”

His head falls back with a punched-out groan, overwhelmed by your words, and he misses you in his mouth immediately. He sucks at your nipple – hard this time, hard enough to hurt – then spits it into his palm. Milky white spit covers his hand and he wishes he could admire the image, commit it to memory to save it for the next time you're asleep and he needs you, but there's no time. He wraps his wet hand around his cock again and pumps quickly

He hears you whisper “Jesus fucking Christ” above him, then feels your hand on him. The rough, dry palm of your hand rubs over the head of his cock and it hurts.

Tears bead at his eyelashes and he bites your tit in an attempt not to scream as his eyes roll back. You, in turn, pull his hair with the hand still holding him to your chest.

He cums, and it's messy. It spills over his hands, his shirt, and his stomach where the hemline rides up. His hand slows as he rides out his orgasm, and your hand shifts down to stroke him in time with his own movements. He could fall asleep like this, with his cock warm but softening in your hand, belly full of your milk.

But you're letting go, both hands moving away from him. His head falls as you lower your hand and he feels your thighs tremble under him.

“Shinsuke”, you whine. And he knows that tone. He meets your eyes and sees the pleading in them. He keeps that eye contact as moves off the couch, sinking to his knees and wiping his dirty hand on his shirt. He looks up at you as his hands settle just above your knee. Your dress hem is a mess, extra fabric pooling just below your bump, and your tits are still exposed to the open air, spit and milk cooling on your nipples. His hands run up and down your thighs a few times before his thumb brushes at the fabric.

He licks his lips, hands sliding under your dress. “Is this what ya need, sweetheart?”

You simply nod. Another day, he'd make you use your words, make you beg. But – “I've been neglecting ya, haven't I, honey?”

You try to deny it, but his thumb is brushing your absolutely soaked panties, right down the seam of your lips. He pulls the garment away by the waistband.

He holds them up to admire them for a minute, pleased to find they're a pretty pastel color to match your dress. Your slick catches the light and a string of gossamer stretches from the fabric to his thumb as he pulls it away. They're so wet. He can only imagine how your pussy must've been aching for him.

He pulls you towards the edge of the couch by your hips, and once you're settled, he moves your dress up the last few inches needed. He kneels further, legs folded and sits between your spread legs. A thumb on either side spreads your folds every so slightly, and another drop of slick pours out, sure to leave a puddle on the couch

“Stop teasing.” You pout.

Shinsuke kisses your knee and obeys, sliding two fingers inside you, knowing you can take it.

“You're right. What kinda husband doesn't take care of his pregnant wife?” His fingers pump inside of you slowly, but he's sure to massage your walls with each stroke, so you don't complain. A third finger slides in, but it's not long before he's pulling them all out. You whine, as expected, until his tongue is licking up every drop you've spilt so far. Once that's been swallowed, his tongue slides in further, suckling at your hole.

“My pretty little wife.” He tuts, breath heating your core “Walking around with her tits full and cunny empty”.

You shiver. You always do when he talks like this.

Three fingers slide back into you as his lips circle your clit. He sucks your clit like he did your nipples, as if he's expecting something to spill from it, like he can get a mouthful.

Your hands work into his hair, and you pull him closer to your core as your hips jerk. His free hand grabs your hips, encouraging you to continue your movements. You ride his fingers and thumb as best as you can as he sighs like he could die happy between your legs.

He can tell from the way you squeeze around his fingers that you're close, and it's sooner than usual. Maybe it's the hormones, maybe you've been depriving yourself in his absence, or maybe you enjoyed him taking your milk as much as he did. The reason doesn't matter right now, he's just focused on pushing you over the edge you're so clearly at.

His fingertips press into the spongy spot inside of you as he sucks your clit, and it's not long before you're coming around his fingers. He works you through it untiof l you're scooting away with an overstimulated whine.

Shinsuke rises up so he's on his knees. He's a few inches shorter as you sink into the couch, so he leans forward, looking up to face you even as your eyes close.

He places a hand on the side of your face, thumb brushing across your cheek. “Carry ya to bed?”

You hesitate, but ultimately nod. Shinsuke pulls you to stand as he gets on his own feet, then large hands grip your thighs, urging you to hop up. Your center of gravity is changing, and Shinsuke has to kneel a little for you to wrap your legs around him. Your belly presses against his and he notices the change in your weight, a welcome heaviness in his arms. He privately wonders if he'll be able to keep carrying you as your pregnancy progresses. He makes it a goal to lift weights more, then focuses on anything other than the fact that your breasts are still bare against him and you're naked under that thin cotton dress.

Not ready to let you go, he sits down with you in his lap rather than laying you on the bed, then he shuffles up against the headboard. He adjusts your dress to give you some form of modesty, then wraps a blanket around your back

He's missed having you in his lap like this, your warmth and weight grounding him. The first trimester left you sore, unable to sit anywhere but the mattress, surrounded by pillows. But lately, you've been self-conscious about your body, he knows. He's seen you blink away tears when you're on your third outfit because nothing fits the way you want. He's surprised you let him carry you, expecting you to protest about how heavy you are.

He's content to sit like this until you both fall asleep, but he can feel your breath stutter as his hand strokes up and down your back. Stuttering breaths turn to sniffles and he feels wetness where your face is buried in the crook of his neck.

“Honey? Does it hurt somewhere?” His hands drop to your lower back, instinctively massaging the area you've complained about lately. His worry and confusion double as you shake your head and cry harder.

“I thought”, you hiccup. “I thought maybe you weren't attracted to me anymore”. The admission seems to break something within you, and you can't stop sobbing into his already soaked shirt.

Shinsuke doesn't shush you, doesn't even placate you yet. He gently pulls you from your hiding spot and makes you face him even as your tears blur his face. He brushes your hair back and wipes your tears, kissing your cheek, your forehead, wherever his hands don't cover.

When you calm down enough to breathe without gasping, he gives you a soft peck on the mouth and pulls away just enough for you to meet his eyes. You fight to look away but his hold is firm.

“How could ya ever think that?”

You take a deep breath, like you have to steel yourself for the conversation ahead. “You barely touch me anymore. I can't even remember the last time we had sex. I thought maybe you were just tired, or stressed about the baby or something but. I can hear you, you know. In the mornings… So I know your sex drive’s not the problem.”

Shinsuke's face is on fire. “I- I'm so sorry. I didn't realize-”

You misinterpret what he's apologizing for. “No, it's okay. I know I'm not exactly in the same shape you married.”

“You're beautiful. I love ya more every day.” He sounds panicked, even to his own ears, but he needs you to understand this.

You scoff. “Yeah, okay.”

“No, sweetheart, I mean it.” His hands slide to your hips, pinkies resting over the swell of your ass. “Pregnancy looks so good on ya.” Despite his efforts to have self-control, his eyes fall to your chest. “Ya carry it really well.”

“Oh”, you breathe. His voice and the look in his eyes surprises you, but it's starting to make sense. His hands move to the sides of your stomach even as his eyes stay glued to your cleavage. “Oh. You really-” you giggle, in relief and stupor.

Shinsuke laughs a little with you, even as his embarrassment grows into a tangible thing. “I'll love yer body when you start penguin waddling and I'll love yer body if ya lose every bit of pregnancy weight. Don't ever doubt that.”

You bite your lip to suppress your laughter. Still a little giddy, you ask “Why didn't you say anything?”

“I shouldn't react like this to ya carrying our child.” He says it like it's obvious.

You snort at his petulant tone, then kiss him. “I forget how stubborn you can be.” He pouts, so you kiss him again.

“I didn't wanna make ya uncomfortable either.” He says, defensively.

Your eyes soften, and you kiss him once more, deeper this time. You pull away and shift out of his lap, settling into bed properly. He follows your lead, lying next to you, throwing a blanket over you both.

“Hold on. So were you actually getting off thinking about me all those times?”

He wants very little more than to forget that day, but if it'll ease your worries, he'll confess. “Remember a couple months ago I tweaked my ankle?” You nod. “Tripped stepping out of the tractor because I was thinking about your ass”

“You're lying.” You know he'd never, but it's hard to believe.

Shinsuke sighs heavily, as a part of his soul exits with the breath. “I had to... take care of myself in one of the trailers out there.”

“Oh my god.” he can hear the laughter taking over your voice. “Oh my god”.

If he buries his face in your breast, it's just to hide his embarrassment.

You play with his hair as your giggles die down. “Does this mean you have a breeding kink?”

“Go to sleep, please.”

“We have to talk about this eventually, you can't deny me this. You used my breast milk to get your dick wet.”

He pushes his face into your chest further, and his repeated “Please go to sleep” is muffled. You decide to afford him mercy until morning.

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Fox hybrid Kita Shinsuke smut. Cw: overuse of commas. Everything else is a surprise. If this flops im deleting my blog and going into hiding

Kita at the beginning of his rut, right before pre-rut becomes a full blown one. Sitting on his lap wearing nothing but comfy underwear and his shirt that smells more like you than him at this point. His back is against the headboard, hands struggling to stay behind him. His cock is hard and dripping pre like a faucet, and you just ignore it. Scratching his ears or nibbling his ears while you stroke his tail. He's absolutely trembling, you can feel his thighs shaking under yours as he uses every ounce of self control to not flip you on your back and stick his dick in you. He could absolutely cum like this, but it's going to take a long time. It's like edging but somehow so much worse (or better, if he's being honest with himself). His stomach keeps clenching as he tries to push himself over that edge but it's just not enough.

He knows he's close, the problem is he's been close for at least a half hour and he just cant cum. He's begging you, tears falling. Not just beading at his lashes anymore, but sobs wracking his chest as you kiss the tears falling down his cheek, dripping from his chin. His hips have jerked a few times, unintentionally, and he apologized each time, taking a deep breath to center himself. But this time, he thrusts forward, hard, trying to make contact with anything. If his tip could just brush against your stomach, it would be enough, he knows it. It's unlike him to misbehave, the rare times he's at your mercy, he doesn't choose to be a brat like you do, so you know he must be truly at his limit to try something like that. You feel bad, but not forgiving. You let go of the base of his tail, you stop pinching his ear while your mouth moves away from the other.

The sound he lets out is purely wounded, like it hurts him not to be touched by you, and at this point you think it might. You don't even have to say anything, he knows he messed up and is apologizing as his chest heaves with shuddering breaths.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Please. I won't do it again, I promise. Please just touch me." he's rambling and you can hear the spit pooling in his mouth, threatening to drool as his speech slurs. Your hands stay behind your back and you've even lifted up on your knees a bit, denying him your weight on his lap.

"You're supposed to be my good boy, Shinsuke." You tut, disappointment heavy in your voice.

"I am!" He screams, head nodding. "Promise I'll be good."

You flick his ear in warning and he shudders as his eyes roll back. His cock twitches aggressively but nothing comes out except another dribble of pre. You lean in to kiss him, settling back on his thighs. He kisses you as hard as he can while panting into your mouth. When you rest your arms on his shoulder you can feel how tensely he's holding his body still. He has been a good boy, you decide. He deserves to cum. You pull away from the kiss (if that clashing of teeth and mixing of spit counts as a kiss) and bite one ear, as you pinch your nails on the other and pull his tail.

He wails, shooting rope after rope of cum over both your stomachs and chest. You lean back to admire the sight and decide to be a little mean by giving him exactly what he asked for. Your hands fall to his cock, one focusing on the head while the other strokes up and down his length. In response, he thrusts so hard you'd lose your balance if not for his hands suddenly gripping your hips. You hadn't given him permission to touch, but from the sounds he's making, you figure this is punishment enough, even as his cum drips down your fingers.

Your strokes slow as his whimpers go from pained to truly broken, only letting go when you hear him whisper "Please."

As you watch him struggle to catch his breath, his grip loosens and you know his claws made an appearance at some point. You're surprised he hadn't popped a knot, but it's better this way because you can pull your underwear down and take his cock fully. He whines as you sink down and you shush him with a kiss.

You assure him, "You did so good for me baby. Just relax and enjoy this okay?" His flushed cheeks are warm in your palms, and he looks up at you with red-rimmed eyes. His pout is as adorable as his sleepy blinks. He just nods before closing his eyes and nuzzling into your hands like a puppy. You tell yourself you'll clean up later as you both fall asleep, but when you wake up to kita bouncing you on his cock, knot pressing against your swollen pussy until it catches, you know neither of you will be leaving your bed anytime soon.

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Lazy morning sex and domestic life with Kita. 900 words.

Waking up to Shinsuke licking at your cunt. The sun has fully risen, which tells you he's in bed later than usual. Your mind is hazy with sleep and arousal so it takes you a moment to realize it must be a Sunday he can spend off the farm.

It's not long before you're reaching your peak, rocking your hips as his tongue flutters inside you, his thumb rubbing your clit. He doesnt slow down as you try to ride out your orgasm, and its clear he's not stopping at one. You expected as much, considering he couldn't even wait for you to wake up. His head stays between your legs, coaxing out a second orgasm before his middle finger finally slides into you, despite your earnest begging for more.

He's relentless as he strokes upwards, until you're trembling so hard your thighs ache, warning him of the mess you're about to make. Your warnings only encourage him, and he leans back to see you fully before you gush around his fingers. You expect him to stroke himself over your stomach or to fill your mouth. But instead, you feel his hard, flushed cock tapping your swollen clit. Your answering protests are weak and half hearted, but you feel like you should ask for a break, even if you don't actually want one. He knows your body, feels you legs twitch as you fight the urge to lock your ankles behind him, and so he slips in, filling you in one agonizingly slow thrust. You dont understand how he can be so patient, when you've already cum three times and feel like you'll die if he doesnt fuck you immediately.

His movements start slow, but it's not long before he's thrusting with enough speed and force to shift your entire body up the bed. He holds you by your hips, first to keep you in place, then to pull you to meet his thrusts. It's too early in the day for your room to be echoing your moans, the slapping of hips meeting, the wet sounds of your overused pussy, but you cant find it in yourself to mind. Shinsuke spills inside of you with a deep groan in your ear and warm breaths against your collar.

You expect him to doze off for a bit, still inside you, but he pulls out too soon after, leaving a puddle of spend to drip onto the sheets, joining the soaking wet mess from earlier. You clench instinctively but you can feel it just pushing out more, so you accept defeat and wait for Shinsuke to return with a warm cloth. Your most sensitive area is wiped gently with the softest cloth he could find, but surprisingly, your inner thighs are wiped with the sheets.

Shinsuke kisses your forehead with a gentleness that's been missing all morning, and tells you "C'mon. It's laundry day." You see him toss the cloth in an admittedly full laundry basket.

He pulls you to sit up, as if your legs aren't still shaking, as if the new position doesn't have the remainder of his cum seeping onto the sheets. He's nice enough to start the shower (but not nice enough to draw a bath) before he carries you to the bathroom. He joins you in the shower, as slways, but he doesnt take the usual time to clean up your bed before. Instead, he hops under the hot shower spray immediately, letting you lean on him as you slowly regain feeling in your limbs.

When you exit the bathroom, dressed in faded house clothes (with Shinsuke's help), your face heats up at the state of your sheets. Drool and tears mark your pillow, a large stain soaks the sheets with droplets of pearlescent cum decorating the puddle. Shinsuke usually cleans up after - you can't even remember the last time you saw evidence of your sex besides the marks left on your body. Your mortified staring is broken by hands on your waist and a whispered "We should probably start with the bedding, hm?"

You avoid looking at him - or the bed, for that matter - the whole time you strip the linens. At one point, you regret looking away because the shock of grabbing a handful of cold, damp fabric makes you gasp as you ball up the sheets. You didn't know you were capable of making such a mess. You wonder if it's always like this, if this is what Shinsuke deals with during those first few minutes you often wait for him in the bath.

The rest of laundry day goes as usual. You find a few pairs of your underwear with stains you didn't leave, and Shinsuke finds shirts with your own marks. Teasing glances are exchanged, but the heat behind your looks are mild in comparison to this morning.

The evening ends with you flopping onto fresh linens, eyes closed, ready to sleep or at the very least relax. But you feel the bed dip as Shinsuke crawls over you. His lips find yours, your neck, your collarbone, traveling further down until you groan - equal parts arousal and frustration - as you say "We just finished the laundry."

He replies "Another load won't hurt" and you roll your eyes at the cheap innuendo, until his fingers tangle in your hair and your eyes roll for an entirely different reason.

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You never have to stress the small stuff when you're with Kita. You wouldn't describe him as controlling because that sounds so negative, the image that comes to mind doesn't match Kita at all. But he does enjoy having a say in your life. He likes choosing what you'll wear, he likes planning your day when he can, sometimes down to what you'll eat. He likes taking care of you, is all.

Neither of you really question it at first. It's little things like asking him what you should order at a restaurant or maybe you have a mile long check list and don't know where to start. There's a hundred things on your mind, and putting together an outfit is somehow your last straw. So you ask Kita.

It's nice having one less thing to worry about, and he likes seeing you happy with his suggestions. There's a sense of pride when you like the food he recommends, when he sees how pretty you look in the outfit he laid out.

After a while, you don't even have to ask. He can see your brows pinch as you flip through the menu over and over. There's a pile of clothes on the bed as you try in outfit after outfit. You're sitting on the couch while the little "to-do list" notepad sits blank in front of you. So he offers his thoughts and beams at the way your shoulders sag in relief.

It's not until you're at dinner with friends, when Kita orders for you like second nature, do you think hard about it.

"Are you two regulars here?" Someone asks. You shake your head confused, so the follow up is "Oh. Well, is that your usual order?" You can't even answer this time. You have no idea what Kita ordered for you. You've been too engrossed in your conversation with old friends to even check the menu. You realize, now, how this might look to others, so you laugh nervously and shrug "He knows what I like. Back to what we were saying, though" and you redirect the conversation to whatever had you too distracted to pick up the menu.

When you get home that night, the whole thing has mostly left your mind. You ate every bite of your meal, and enjoyed it. You wash your face and listen to the drawers in your room rattle as Kita pulls out pajamas for you both. When you walk into the bedroom however, Kita is at your drawers, your clothes in hand, but he's standing so still and has a contemplative look on his face.

You assume he's just thinking about what set to give you, so you reach for his hands to take whatever he's already taken out. But he says "do you think it's strange? How many decisions I make for you?". It's only then that you remember that moment at dinner

You don't think it's strange, not even for a second. It's always been helpful, a relief. You still have opinions that you voice regularly, and they're always heard. Kitas never pushed you to go with his suggestions when you've had something else in mind. In fact, he rarely even offers suggestions when you already have something in mind.

So you explain it as best as you can. "No, it's nice. Sometimes I can't be bothered to consider a hundred options, and you have good taste, so..." You shrug. "And it's not like I never think for myself. You're just there when I don't want to".

That's all folks. I just needed to get this idea out my system

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Isekai au where you end up in your fave's universe and find out you are their fave character.

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CW: Pseudocest, pussy inspection, icky Caleb.

Big bro! Caleb who gives your pussy an inspection when you break curfew or don't check in with him for a while. He needs to make sure you didn't do something stupid like give your virginity to a loser at some party.

Big bro! Caleb who demands a surprise inspection because you've been spending too much time in your room, opening the door disheveled when he knocks, replying with too many typos when he texts.

Big bro! Caleb who knows immediately from how swollen and soaked you are, that someone's been fucking you.

Big bro! Caleb who doesn't understand why you're still lying. Telling him you're still a virgin when he knows your pussys been stretched and fucked recently.

Big bro! Caleb who can feel you clench around his fingers when you finally confess you bought yourself a toy. That you've been playing with it all those times you struggled to take his call.

Big bro! Caleb who wants to see exactly what you've been stuffing your hole with. It's cute, he thinks, if not a bit small. Not even realistic, just a silicon toy still sticky with your juices.

Big bro! Caleb who watches you play with yourself, just to tut in disapproval when you shove it in and move without rhythm. He takes it, teasing your slit, tapping your clit before sliding it in a few inches slowly.