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i cant stop thinking about being kita’s cute little farmer wife. his secret breeding kink is massive so when you finally get pregnant, the horny levels go ⬆️ past the roof. tbh i don’t know what more to say, i just want to be railed by kita and his big strong farmer arms. anyways ilysm i found your blog today and am reading through everything like a machine 💞💞💞
(softer thought: those arms can carry four of your mini-me’s and mini-him’s at once. he totally isn’t thinking about this and constantly asking your kids if they want another sibling. most definitely not 👀)
tw: pregnancy
he wakes up to a dark room with only a sliver of sunlight peaking through the curtains. you lay next to him still sound asleep with your lips parted in an ‘o’. sometime during the night you had cast away the blanket exposing the rest of your body. the sight brings a drowsy smile onto his face; in the darkness he can just make out the small steady growing bulge in your tummy.
he’s filled with a strong sense of pride knowing the child you’re carrying is his, but it makes leaving you alone in bed that much harder. kita shifts closer, before pressing his forehead to your own. his hand moves to rest upon your belly. the contact causes you to stir and murmur under you breath earning a quiet chuckle from your husband. “good morning, angel” he whispers his breath tickling your face.
instinctively your arms reach out to grab pulling him even closer. “have to go,” he mutters though he doesn’t fight against your hold. “stay a little longer” you never make this easy for him. “i have to get started-“ the words get caught in his throat as he feels your hand brush against his bulge.
“take care of me first,”
leaving was already difficult, but now it’s impossible for him. he can’t help but give into you, so he leans into your touch. soft lips pepper your face with kisses as kita shifts so he’s between your legs.
your hands move to pull your panties aside whilst kita moves to free himself from his boxers. due to the unbearable heat the summer months brought, you had both given up on wearing bottoms to bed instead opting to wear underwear alone.
he quickly aligns his length with your entrance,“be careful, shin” you caution before he enters you with a slow roll of his hips.
you needn’t warn him though; he wouldnt dream of harming the life growing inside you, and jeopardizing your future as parents. no, since your announcement his priorities shifted and his only focus became becoming a better man for you and his unborn child.
with each movement of his hips he thinks of how great of a mother you’ll be. despite your worries he knows you’ll be perfect, and once your first child is born he knows it won’t be long before he’s asking you to have another.