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THIRST COMMENTS 2

synopsis: (celebrity AU) your girlfriend get's jealous when she reads your thirst comments. (part 2/2) part 1 here.

featuring: kafka, himeko, serval, yukong, topaz

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, jealous s.ex, cunnlingus (reader giving and receiving), pet names, slight degradation (use of whore in kafka's), rough s.ex, semi-public s.ex (himeko), possessiveness, lap s.ex, fin.gering, handcuffs, use of vib.rators, mating press, strap ons, doggy style, might be ooc, not proofread.

art credits: bad thinking diary

KAFKA

“You liked all that attention, huh? You liked it when all your fans were thirsting over you on the web?” 

Kafka scoffs and bites her lip, keeping a firm hand on your scalp as she pushes you further into her skirt. The exasperated gasp that spilled past your lips pleased your girlfriend greatly while she listened to you with a grin, as Kafka couldn’t help but satiate her jealousy by making you remember just who exactly your lover was.

“Ooh, a new comment. Let’s see what it reads, shall we?” She drums her fingers against the top of your head and groans when she feels your tongue lap eagerly over her clit. You two had just gotten off the filming of the “thirst comments” video that would be uploaded to some popular celebrity news channel, but Kafka found herself growing envious over just how many of your fans lusted for you all over the internet. 

The moment you two stepped into Kafka’s private limousine, she had you pushed down on your knees in front of her, one hand guiding you to peel her panties off from her skirt with your teeth, and the other hand reaching for her phone so she could read some of the other comments thirsting about you from Twitter. 

“Anonymous said: I think (Reader)’s moans would be the cutest thing to listen to. I’m practically wet just thinking about it.”

Kafka chuckles when she finishes reading that thirst comment out loud, gripping your scalp a bit harder and causing you to moan. 

“My, my…the commenter was right. Your moans are the cutest thing to ever listen to. In fact, I think I feel myself getting a bit wet, don’t you feel it?” She grits her teeth and yanks your hair up a little to see the glistening sheen of her pussy juices smeared around your face. The sight makes Kafka groan with pleasure, a wave of possession filling her chest as she pushes you back down to continue eating her out. “Mmpf…such a good girl…she knows exactly who she belongs to.”

Kafka scrolls a bit further through her Twitter feed, eyes landing on another comment that sends another pang of jealousy through her heart. 

“Anonymous said: I’d drink up (Reader) till there’s nothing leaking out.” 

Kafka grits her teeth at that and subconsciously pushes your head a bit deeper into her cunt. She revels in the way you writhe and squeak, gripping her thighs in your hands as you lap up her cum so eagerly. “Really? They want to drink you up till there’s nothing left? Hah…if only they knew that you were the one who is lapping up my juices so thirstily. You needy girl…”

She smirks and cups your face to pull you up and meet her lips in a sloppy kiss. You’ve never seen Kafka so…possessive in all your time of dating her, yet you’d be lying if you said you weren’t getting turned on at the thought of it. Normally she’s much more in control of her emotions, yet ever since you finished the filming of the thirst comments video, Kafka had been a little out of it till you got to the car.

“One more…let’s read another thirst comment about you, hmm? See what all your fans have to say about a cute whore like you.” Kafka chuckles and her eyes practically glow at this one particular comment. One hand reaching down to grope your ass possessively, while the other clicks on the comment to see it enlarged.

“Anonymous said: (Reader) is just so cute and innocent. I want to make her cum on my fingers until her voice goes hoarse and she’s crying for more.”

Kafka tsks at this and pulls you closer onto your lap, causing you to yelp. “Cute and innocent…” she repeats in a low, husky voice. “Well that’s far from what I see right in front of me.”

She chuckles darkly and snakes her fingers down to your pants, teasing you through the cloth before whispering into your ear. “I bet I can make you cry far, far better than that fan of yours…wouldn’t you agree?”

“Y…Yes…Kafka.” You murmur quietly, breath hitching when she kisses your neck. 

“Good girl. I’ll make you cum better than any idolizer in the world. You are mine to devour…”

HIMEKO

“Hmm…I really didn’t expect your fans to be so bold, my love.” 

Behind the set of the video “thirst comments” Himeko was currently pinning you up against the wall with her thigh slotted in between your legs. Though filming took place not too long ago, it seems as if Himeko has gotten just a tad bit jealous when she heard you reading off all your thirst comments for your portion of the video. 

So now, here you were with your passively jealous girlfriend clinging to you while the staff and crew of the set chatted idly not too far away. Though they couldn’t see where Himeko had you pinned up, if you made any loud noises, they’d be immediately alerted to your proximity. 

“Let’s read one of your beloved thirst comments, shall we? Just to remind you of what you remember.” 

Himeko purrs and hands you her phone, allowing you to open up her Twitter and see the mass amounts of thirst comments clogging up her feed. “Go on, read one…” Himeko murmurs, pushing you back against the wall as she begins sensually rubbing up your thigh. 

“Ah…mmpf…@/servalisms said: not even a guillotine could take away the head I’m about to give (Reader)…”

Though very creative and honestly quite flattering, you gulped and looked up to see your girlfriend staring down at you, with eyes that seemed clouded by something you could not decipher. “H…Himeko?” You murmured in a softer tone. 

“Pffh! Quite creative your fans are, hm?” She gave you a teasing smirk, before suddenly dropping down on her knees in front of you.

“Ah! H-Himeko—”

“Just keep reading, darling. Keep reading those little thirst comments of yours and I’ll show you just how good my head game is for you sweet little pussy.” She suddenly pulled your pants down to part your thighs with her hands, nudging your panties with her nose and evoking a series of stifled little whimpers. “Come on…don’t be shy…”

She chuckles and continues prodding you for more access to your pussy. Leaving you no other choice but to continue reading as per request from your girlfriend. 

“Anonymous said: the way I’d fuck (Reader) in every position is wi— AH!” 

You didn’t even get to finish reading the thirst comment before Himeko suddenly plunged her tongue in to lap at your folds behind the thin, scantily fabric of your already dampening underwear. It was getting increasingly harder to focus on the pixelated words as Himeko just kept pushing against you with more force. Breaths hitching at the way she began losing control in your body…

“Every position? If only they knew your favorite position to be is under me,” Himeko chuckles, hiding the envy behind her golden eyes before planting a sweet kiss to your inner thigh. The sight of her rosy red lipstick left a faint imprint on the surface of your skin, and it left you feeling breathless with the way your normally composed girlfriend was beginning to show her true colors. 

“Keep reading,” Himeko all but purrs, voice almost a throaty growl when she pulls your underwear down. “If you can’t even read the words on the screen, I’d say it’s a job well done for me.” 

You gulped and shakily looked down to read another Twitter comment. Eyes blurring between the lines, but managing to focus on one singular post. 

“@/sinsmockingbird said: (Reader) is so cute and beautiful. I just want to bend them over the table and completely ruin them till they’re a crying mess.” 

It was difficult to read every word properly —given by how hard your thighs were shaking— but when you looked down, you saw Himeko biting her lip and staring rather intently at your cunt. It was kinda embarrassing to witness, but confused as to why she suddenly stopped her teasing, you gently tapped on the side of her cheek.

“Himeko…? Did I say something wrong?” Your thighs immediately buckled when Himeko dove her tongue in to press firmly against your hole, reveling in the way it twitched and puckered while your wobbly little legs tried so desperately to keep you upright. A small whine left your throat at the feeling of your girlfriend starting to go to town on you, eating you out with her hands gripped firmly on your thighs, while the tip of her tongue split you open with groans riveting from Himeko’s voice. 

“God…you truly have no idea do you,” the usually calm woman exhales, diving back in to taste your juices while you buck your hips rather pathetically into her face. “If only your fans knew I was the one bending you over each night. The one making you cry until your tears have clouded you blind.”

As if to prove her point, Himeko suddenly nibbles against your clit and forces a small cry from your lips. 

“So delightful, your noises are.” Himeko chuckles, staring up at you with a lustful gaze that kept you pinned under the redhead’s touch. 

“I hope you always remember just how good your girlfriend pleases you.”

SERVAL

“Aghhhh, I knew your fans were down bad for you, but I had no idea they were this down bad.” 

Serval chuckles rather hastily, but the envy was green in her eyes that once shown bright blue. Your girlfriend had tried to contain her jealousy after the recent filming of your “thirst comments” video, yet when your portion of the video came up —aka it was your turn to read thirst comments from fans— Serval was making it very obvious that she was jealous from the get go. 

Well, it’s not like your girlfriend was that good of an actress in the first place. She was a singer, not an actor, and it resulted in some of her emotions spilling over after the filming, because suddenly you were locked up in Serval’s dressing room, on her lap, and on her couch while she lazily fingers you. 

“Ah…shit, you’re so tight baby…” Serval groans, keeping an eye on her dressing room door while your soft, quiet whimpers play in her ear. Your phone sat idly in your hand as you could barely focus on the text on screen, your girlfriend pummeling her fingers inside you and distracting you from the task at hand.

“A…Anonymous said: I would let (Reader) peg me, no fucks given—”

You clamped your free hand over your mouth to stifle a loud moan as you felt the tips of Serval’s long fingers hitting that spongy spot inside you. Though pleasurable, this felt like torture to you while Serval laughed aimlessly and twisted her fingers around to see you writhe. “Peg me? As if this sweet thing could ever peg anyone in her life.” Serval chuckles and thrusts her fingers a bit faster, the middle and ring fingers of her right hand pumping so steadily into your cunt. “Come on, let’s read the next comment. Don’t tell me you’re at your limit yet.”

Serval kisses the navel of your neck and smirks up at you with that cocky expression she always had. Driven forward by her sloppy thrusts, you groaned and narrowed your eyes to focus on the screen in your hand, before latching onto Serval so you wouldn’t accidentally tip over.

“@/the-voxinton-tavern said: (Reader) played her role in her newest horror movie so well! I’d just want to see her legs shaking in a different context.”

Serval scoffs at this before giving your outer right thigh a soft slap to the skin, causing you to yelp and nearly jump out of your girlfriend’s lap. “I’ll have your legs shaking so much you’d be clinging to me to carry you out of this room.” Serval husks, sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Aha…well at the pace we’re going at, you’ll be achieving your goal v-very soon…” you mumble, an attempt at making a light joke falling on deaf ears. 

“I know. No one knows your body more than I do.” Serval whispers, pushing your body up higher as she forces a third finger in to fill you up even more. At the sudden stretch of your girlfriend’s three fingers all attempting to fit inside you, you buckled your hips forward and gasped, clutching onto the singer’s sweaty shoulders. “S-Serval! Not too quickly—”

“It’s okay, it’ll fit. You’ve taken so many bigger things up you before.” Serval grins, nudging your cheek with her nose. “Alright, let’s read the last thirst comment. Read it all the way through and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

“Maybe?!” You groaned and glared at your girlfriend with a somewhat pouty expression. 

“Maybe.” Serval grinned, teasingly kissing your nose and urging you to read the next comment. 

“Anonymous said: if (Reader) ever needs a chair, my face is readily available 🤭”

Serval actually laughs at this and suddenly slides her fingers out of your cunt, hoisting you up in those strangely strong arms of hers, and placing you down on the couch to crawl over you in a pinning position. 

“If (Reader) ever needs a chair?” Serval tilts her head, a devious smirk on the blonde woman’s face. “Why would you ever need to sit on something other than my lap, babygirl?”

You whine when she suddenly thrusts her fingers back in and causes a cacophony of moans to slip past your lips. Suddenly Serval is faster, harder, and her fingers are starting to plunge further up into your folds, causing you to arch your back and nearly scream. 

“You’re so fucking hot…” Serval curses, pulling you closer before bringing you closer and closer to your impending orgasm. “I’m so glad that you’re mine.” 

And as if to prove her point, she thrusts her hand till the palm slaps wonderfully against your clit, causing a small squirt of cum to drip past and coat her already slick fingers.  “That’s my good fucking girl…” Serval groans, pulling her fingers out to clean them with her tongue. “My good fucking girl…”

YUKONG

“This generation is rather prude with their flirts, hm? That’s no way to pick up a lady…”

Yukong tsks her tongue at the particular thirst comment she sees regarding you and your body. Though thirst comments are almost always a joke within the celebrity community and space, Yukong being of the older generation, was not pleased at the slightest to see how her girlfriend was ogled at and thirsted over on the internet. 

Especially to this degree.

“@/lindseynguyen said: (Reader) can step on me with her heels and I’ll thank her for it.” 

Yukong narrows her eyes at the thirst before sighing and looking down at you. “Honestly, how masochistic can your fans be, dear? I’m starting to believe you could punch them and they’d get turned on, don’t you agree?”

You’d respond, of course, if not for the fact that you were currently handcuffed to the hotel bed with one of Yukong’s personal vibrators stuffed up your hole. Ever since you two had left the set of the thirst comments video to head back to your hotel room, Yukong had you handcuffed to the post of the bed, sliding her hidden vibrator out of her suitcase so that she could shove it up your cunt for “discipline.” Apparently, for as old and wide as Yukong could be, she was still capable of getting jealous, evident with her rough treatment of you the moment you stepped foot in your suite. 

“Darling? Oh, that’s right. You can’t even speak, just moan like the needy girl you are, so desperate for my command.” Yukong strokes a gentle hand across your face, wiping the overstimulated tears from your eyes and giving you a kiss. “Don’t worry, I’ll finish soon enough, then you can get the glorious orgasm you so desperately crave.” 

Yukong grins and glances back down at her phone. 

“@/chamomillecamille said: (Reader) would NOT be able to hide if we were in a hotel together. The way I’d be screaming her name.”

Yukong raises a brow at this, before chuckling and turning up the vibrations of the toy. “Oh, how ironic isn’t that, my love?” She traces a small drip of precum sliding from your inner thigh, before scooping it up with her finger and licking it. “The fact that I have you tied up and fucked in a hotel room at the moment…I bet Camille would be seething that she can’t savor this.”

As the vibrations of the toy are turned up, the buzz pulsing through your sensitive walls increases and causes you to close your thighs out of pure pleasure. A whine leaks past your throat, alerting Yukong to your now closed position and causing her to tsk at the sight. 

“My darling, I thought we went over this. Legs stay open during your punishment.” 

Yukong moved your thighs back into their spread position on the bed, eying the way the pastel blue vibrator was now covered in your slick and lube. You caught the older woman drooling a bit, saliva pooling behind her canines before she swallows and moves closer to adjust the shaking toy. 

“So wet…it’s almost slipping right out…” she pushes the toy back deeper into its original position, smiling at the way you could barely keep it together. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. Last one, I promise. No more teasing.”

She playfully flicks the clit of your swollen, sensitive cunt before diving her eyes back to the faded screen. 

“Anonymous said: I want (Reader) to break my back like a glowstick.” 

The older woman chuckles quite amusedly at this, picturing the thought before sliding the dripping wet vibrator out with a pop. “Breaking backs like a glowstick? Wouldn’t that hurt, though?” Yukong tilts her head and smirks at the way you whine with how she tore away your orgasm from you. “If anything, I think your back would be the one broken, my dear.”

She hoists you up by the waist and props your legs up over her lap to get a better view of your sensitive, glistening folds. Using her two thumbs, she spreads them open apart and can’t help but let out a throaty grunt. 

“All mine…to think this sweet woman is all mine…”

Pushing your legs forward suddenly, you nearly cry when she pushes your legs down in a position you find yourself in countless times before. A mating press. 

“Here, let me show you just how good I could break you.” Yukong purrs, the soft, older woman figure now gone and replaced with someone much more dominant. “I hope all these guests hear just how loud you are when I’m done with you.”

TOPAZ

“Heh, to think I had so much competition vying for your love, babe.”

Topaz raises a brow while reading a particular thirst comment about you on her phone. Normally she’d be more focused on you at the moment —given by how she was currently fucking 7 inches of her strap on into your cunt, doggy style— yet it seemed as if your girlfriend was focused on more…trivial affairs, as she was more upset over the fact that fans were getting pretty possessive over you, rather than the fact that you were buck naked and grinding on her.

“Anonymous said: TELL TOPAZ TO BACK AWAY. (Reader) is mine and mine only.” 

Your girlfriend narrowed her eyes at this and gave a particularly hard thrust with her hips. “Pfft, wow, jealous much?” Topaz traced the palms of her hands over your ass and gave the soft, rear ends a harsh squeeze. “I mean, we aren’t even officially dating when it comes to the public, is our relationship that obvious on screen?” 

You attempted to answer, but with the way Topaz was grinding the thick shaft against your insides, pulling any word or sound out of you to turn into a moan, had you practically speechless as you were left face planting into your pillow.

“I mean, we do flirt and touch each other sometimes on camera, but I mean come on…” she continued her shallow thrusts and pressed firm nail indents into your sides. “Just listen to this one baby, just listen to it.” 

“@/lenzxii said: The way I would let (Reader) literally fuck me until my only coherent thought is her, step on me, beat the dog shit out of me, abuse me, run me over with her car, carve her name in my thigh, let her use any hole she wanted, cheat on me, rob me, steal my shit, kidnap me and I’ll still say thank you for blessing me with your presence.”

Somehow Topaz said all of that under one breath, eyes practically popping out of their sockets as she had to take a quick moment to reread the absolute unit of a thirst comment about her girlfriend. “Lord almighty, babe, your fans are practically ravenous over you.” 

“Go…Go figure…” you mumble out in a grunt, noticing how Topaz was starting to slow down with her thrusts, as she was beginning to get distracted with her Twitter feed. “Topazzzzz…please move faster…”

“Hm? Oh, Aha…you want me to go faster? What, do you need me that bad?”

“Yes!” You exclaim almost immediately, now slightly annoyed that she was focusing more on her phone, than you. “You wanted to fuck me because you were jealous so act like it! Stop staring at that phone like it’s your girlfriend, I’m your girlfriend!”

You pouted up at her and gave her the cutest, neediest eyes Topaz had ever seen on a woman, causing her to blush and nearly drop her phone on the bed. “Ah…fuck. You really are cute when you look at me like that…” she chuckles, gripping your hips tighter and repositioning her angle for a better thrust game. “Alright, alright…just don’t pout at me like that. You’ll make me feel bad for putting you here.”

She leans forward and kisses each of your shoulders, starting up her thrusts again before glancing at her phone one last time. 

“Okay, I know I said I’d pay attention to you for now on, but this thirst is funny.”

“@/melodazeee said: literally need (Reader) to be elbow deep and braiding my guts 😍🙏”

Topaz snickers at this, before moving her hips back and forth behind you and pushing the tip of her shaft deeper till you were practically split. “Elbow deep and braiding your guys, huh?” The image is so funny for Topaz, as she could never imagine her sweet and cute girlfriend rearranging someone’s guts. “Oh how different reality is, huh babe?” 

She wraps her arms around your stomach and could practically feel the small belly bulge she was giving you, every time she pistoned in and out with her cock. The sight of you creaming around her hips and staining the sheets with your juices almost too much for Topaz to handle. 

“Fuck…if only I could show the world how hot your face and moans are when I take you…” she groans, before keeping you locked against her body. Breasts pushing languidly against your back while Topaz begins toying with your clit with her fingers. 

“I wish I could tell the world how it’s me making you scream behind the scenes…but at least you know it’s only me. That’s all I really need…”

i need kafhime to take turns in fucking me until i can’t think of anything but their cocks/straps pounding into me😞

[nsft utc]

himeko is normally a lot gentler. sweeter. she prefers to take it slow, to dot kisses like constellations on your soft skin as she slowly coaxes you open around her strap. she likes watching you accomodate, the pleased flutter of your lashes as pleasure blooms through your limbs like a rosy dawn. she likes a more languid pace, trading speed for depth, ensuring the tip of her strap kisses the spot right below your cervix with every drive. himeko likes to kiss you as you moan and mewl for her, your legs wrapped around her waist as you clutch onto her broad shoulders. she likes to be gentle with you, to treat you with the reverence you deserve.

himeko usually likes to go slow—until kafka shows up.

the stellaron hunter has an uncanny ability to slither beneath himeko’s skin, especially with how ruthlessly she fucks you. kafka is the antithesis of everything himeko is; kafka likes to go fast and go hard. kafka doesn’t wait for you to get used to the size of her thick strap, setting an unforgiving pace right from the start and delighting in the way you scream for her. kafka doesn’t cradle you in her arms and call you sweet things, she pushes your head down into the mattress with one hand and lifts your hips with the other while she calls you her darling, filthy little whore.

and you like it.

himeko knows you like how she fucks you too—she’s made you squirt just like kafka has, made you brainless on her cock like kafka has, but something about the hunter’s stupid smug smirk as makes you see stars has himeko’s blood boiling. hence why she now has you on all fours on the bed as she fucks into you with harsh thrusts, all while kafka watches on from the side of the bed, amused.

“go harder, ‘meko,” she croons, gloved fingers reaching out to caress your cheek, “she can take it.” you pant and moan against the hunter’s hand, and himeko scowls as she drives in particularly hard on the next thrust, earning a pleased cry from your lips.

“don’t tell me what to do,” she huffs, and kafka laughs, unbothered by himeko’s sharp tone. her eyes settle down on you instead, at the way your arms tremble from the effort of holding yourself up as himeko fills you over and over again. kafka kneels on the bed before you, the deep burgundy of her own strap stark against her milky skin. it’s shiny in the low light, covered in the slick of your previous orgasm that she had wrung out of you with nothing short of a virtuoso’s touch. she tilts your chin up, barely supressing a shiver of pure lust as she notes the nearly fucked-out look in your eyes. she rests the tip of her cock on your cheek, idly shifting her hips to drag the tip from your cheekbone to the corner of your mouth, smearing your face with your own cum like some poor imitation of a caress. you shiver at the act, pussy squeezing around himeko’s strap, and the navigator sucks in a breath as she notes the way more pearls of your gossamer slick drip out of you to coat the base of her strap.

“say, himeko,” kafka asks casually, her thumb swiping over your lips before slipping inside to press on your tongue, “how about a little competition? let’s see who’s really the best at making our pretty girl cum herself stupid.”

you moan around kafka’s finger as you suck on it, and himeko chews the inside of her cheek. she’s half tempted to refuse; she doesn’t need to prove herself to kafka at all, she knows that, but there’s a competitive streak that burns deep within her and it has her agreeing maybe a little too fast. in any case, it’ll be enjoyable regardless, in the end. and if she does in fact ‘win’ this little competition, she gets the added bonus of rubbing it in kafka’s face.

“fine,” she says, almost petulantly, and kafka grins. “but no spirit whisper.”

kafka rolls her eyes and leans back on the bed, fingers winding in your hair to guide your lips to the tip of her cock. “don’t worry little miss navigator, i won’t need it.” her gaze flicks down to you, dark and dangerous as you slowly take her strap into your mouth. “isn’t that right, pretty girl?”

kafka and himeko take turns fucking your cunt and your mouth, until your brain turns to mush in your skull. kafka pulls you up as she fucks you from behind, her fingers playing your stiff clit like she plays her violin. then himeko has you ride her strap, coaxing you up and down its length as she presses her hand flat against the bulge in your tummy. it goes on and ok until at one point, kafka is balls deep inside you while himeko braces your body from behind, her fingers toying with your kiss-swollen nipples when your safeword falls from your lips in between stuttering gasps of air. kafka stills immediately, and himeko’s hands go to your waist, petting you soothingly. despite their competitive streak, they treat you as if you’re made of porcelain now. kafka even whispers a few sweet words into your ear as you lay down in himeko’s arms. it doesn’t take long for you to drift off, tired as you are.

it’s such a shame their competition ended in a tie. but that’s fine; you’ll happily agree to have a do-over later so they can finally crown a winner, won’t you?

How about.. a sub Kafka thirst? She's so pretty ugftegyhjdn I'm about to cave and get Honkai for her. Had me in a chokehold before the game was even released

oh man, i can’t even tell u how much i need this woman in my hands. excuse any mistakes, didn’t proofread as i was too excited lol.

✿ sub kafka + dom gender-neutral reader. (no pronouns) ✿ tw. nothing, reader’s just using a vibrator on kafka. calling kafka pretty alot. kafka has a praise kink (confirmed!)

kafka’s so fucking pretty and she knows it. she uses her beauty for everything, to snag her a new fancy coat that’s out of her price range or when she wants something and wants you to get it. she’ll just bat those thick eyelashes and purse her lips; almost like she’s twirling a wand.

can one get prettier than that? yes, yes one can. in kafka’s case, she looks prettier, the prettiest when she’s strung out on an orgasm and overstimulated.

kafka’s hair is free from its usual ponytail, fanned out around her head like some makeshift crown. her sunken cheeks now puffy and blotchy, stained with tear trails. and she’s a lip biter, trying to hold back her moans. you know you’re going to hear her complaints about it later.

kafka’s breath hitches, eyes rolling into the back of her head. she tries to hold back her moans when you press the vibrator inbetween her drenched pussylips. strings of her essence, so thick and white, stick to your fingers and the toy, making it easy to glide when it needs to.

“is so good! s’fucking g-good!”

“i know pretty. i know.”

feeling a little mischievous, you tease her a bit, taking the bullet vibrator away from the bits she needed it most, dragging it up her thighs and throught the hair on her pelvis. it satisfies you more than it does her as kafka whimpers out, and tried to follow the vibrator with her hips.

fire spreads all over her body, overwhelming all of her senses. kafka can’t focus on nothing but the thrumming on her puffy pussy. she’s not a runner, never has been, she takes what’s given to her with pride, almost grinding on the high-speed vibrations abusing her enlarged clit.

“pretty girl, so fucking pretty,” kafka all but whimpers at the praise.

kafka’s so out of her mind that she has yet to realize that she’s grinding against the vibrator like a greedy whore; pleading for more.

you grope her breasts on occasion, unsatisfied with just watching them jiggle with her trembling body. they were too mesmerizing, perfect and soft looking.

you slink in between her spreaded legs and keep the vibrator pressed up against her while you lick, bite, suck on every inch of her mounds until you’re satisfied with the hickeys left there.

“m-more… gimme- haah ah need more..”

you couldn’t help but grin. she’s too cute.

tears trail down her cheeks until they drop on the sheets under her.

oh. there’s that familiar coil. a bundle of heat festers in her abdomen, almost distracting. kafka eyes locks onto you as she starts to jump the vibrator uncontrollable.

“of fuck! h-haah! ahh!”

“need to cum?”

“pleasepleasepleaseplea-“ kafka nods feverishly, keeping her eyes locked on yours. she would do anything to cum, beg, cry- whatever you ask just don’t remove the toy.

she’s almost there.

“gonna cum for me?” you press the toy against her sensitive clit even harder.

she downright screams. “y-yes!”

“you can cum pretty girl.”

you didn’t have the chance to finish your sentence when kafka’s hips lifts off the bed as she proceeds to squirt on everything in the vicinity, including you. she spots the bedsheets, darkening the color. she came with a stretched moan, stuttered hips and only the whites of her eyes visible.

you clicked the vibrator off and tossed it aside in favor of peppering kisses all over her tear stained face and purring praises. “my good girl, you did so good kafka.

with the little energy she has, she wraps her hands around you shoulders and welcomed the affection.

“let me clean you up precious.” kafka tiredly hummed with a pout on her peachy lips.

of course, even worn out and panting kafka looked the prettiest.

Hello...thank god honkai star rail getting a crumb of writers. Can you please write a kafka x reader (wlw), it can be either smut or sfw i dont mind 😭 just something to feed us.

a/n: i dont know nonnie were very lucky there are a few right now! maybe because we are the og players or were just thirsty for characters like kafka 😍 (her ult and her voice is pretty though i cant with her)

note: listen to FU in my head by Cloudy Jane & Dont Blame Me by Taylor Swift for the best experience wink wink

— My Baby ♡

‧₊˚✧ ༄ cw. smut (DNI if uncomfortable!), dom! kafka x bratty sub! fem! reader, afab, usage of she/her pronouns, punishment kink, spanking, edging kink, oral (i would say fem receiving but they're both fem so lets say kafka receiving haha) usage of strap-on ‧₊˚✧ ༄

how did you end up like this...?

Bent over kafka's lap her still in her expensive work attire. I mean, its your fault really. You wouldn't listen to her requests now here you are. "Such a little brat," she spoke softly it was almost condescending. smack. "Why" smack. "Do" smack. "You." smack. "Never" smack. "Listen." smack, smack, smack! she laughed. "Oh my sweet precious brat." she rubs the red hand print on your ass. oh that sweet sadistic laugh. "'m sorry, mommy.." you begged for the pain to stop but, you didn't want it to. you liked all the attention being on you. "Oh, but baby... you wouldn't let me work in peace. I promised that after id be done we could play around together but you were being impatient. Now here we are." baby. such a sweet name with a bitter after taste. sweet, sweet, sweet, but every time she said it she left another red bruise of your ass. you can feel and somewhat see the damp spot on your pretty pink panties from kafka's constant teasing. "Up. On your knees now." She spoke and soon you were on the ground kneeling in front of her. She left which made you wonder what she was doing. She pulled out the prettiest pink strap on you'd ever seen. she laughed seeing you stare. "Pretty right?" she asked you teasingly, she hit it against your pretty cheek. "Now, suck." You wrapped your lips around the tip and she smirked sweetly and laughed. "Yes.. baby suck that cock. Suck mommy's dick for me, yeah?" she teased. It was always endless teasing with her. The whole relationship grew around her teasing except for your first time. She was the sweetest now, shes a tease but, god you love it when she puts you in your place. you can't help but drool as your bob you head up and down on her cock. "Yes, suck it. Just like that baby." her praise was so good and you craved it. you held yourself from gagging on her strap and it was so big. she pulled your head back suddenly. "Thats enough now, princess." she helped you up off the floor then.

smack.

"Bend over that desk for me okay, princess?"

a/n: omg i actually really loved how this one turned out! what do you guys think??

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rage, love, lust.

head empty. just having sex with star rail ladies <3

includes; kafka, tingyun, himeko, serval, natasha, bronya

; nsfw, fem! reader, oral sex (giving & recieving) vaginal fingering, strap-on fucking, sadism, cunnilingus, squirting, nipple play, slight exhibitionism, thigh grinding, dirty talk, praise talk(?) reader is implied to have big "ample" boobies on tingyun's part

btw look who just came back to life and decided to post her filthy thoughts🥱🥱 my bad if there are grammatical errors and such, i was fueled by horniness alone because hot women equals neuron activate

KAFKA who loves being in control. emphasis on love.

you adorably squirming underneath her scrutinizing gaze is exactly just what she needs after a long, hard day of tiresome work. something that she looks forward to each time she awakes—something that she constantly thinks and anticipates about throughout her day.

her cute and pliant little bunny all ready and pampered for her to devour, moans and whimpers escaping your pretty lips for her to swallow down her throat as her tongue clashes against yours in a heated display of dominance.

she quietly eyes your flushed face when you pull away for a breath of air, before going back down to business once more after a couple seconds of hungrily staring at your panting lips. you'll forgive her even if it was a bit rash—pardon her for being so utterly obsessed, will you?

luscious and wet lips she chases with her own—wandering hands making sure to caress every nook and cranny of your curves—breasts pressed up against each other as you feverishly kiss each other stupid, earning a hearty laugh from the woman propped above you.

her thigh nudges itself between yours as she pulls away from your mouth, making an obscene show of a string of saliva connecting you both, to which she cuts with a twirl of her tongue—before licking and sucking hickies at the lush space of your collarbone, her lipstick hue smudging onto your blazing hot skin.

“so good for me, aren't you, dearest?” she mutters against your chest, undoing your clothes one by one as she inches closer down to your abdomen, breath hot against your bare skin. she throws your clothing onto the pile forming at the floor, shortly becoming forgotten as she grazes her teeth against your thighs.

you practically melt under her touch, muscles relaxing once she slowly starts pulling down your panties, hand immediately cupping your heat as she sends a warning gaze towards you—maneuvering her middle finger between your walls, collecting the slick forming as she rides it up to your clit, before erotically bringing it up to her lips to suck it clean, right before your very eyes.

“just sit still and accept everything i'm about to offer. all that awaits you is a bountiful reward if you keep being the obedient bunny that you are.” and so you do.

TINGYUN who just adores seeing tears stream down your face. your usual doe eyes now clouded with lust and desire as they pleadingly stare into hers.

throwing a short glance at the headboard where your hands are conveniently tied to, she can't help the mischievous grin that creeps up on her face as she watches you struggle against her skillful hands.

playing with your hardened nipples through your thin shirt is one of her favourite pastimes, unfortunately for you. no amount of crying nor begging would be able to compare nor match up to the satisfaction she gets from you lolling your tongue out at the absurd overstimulation of your nipples.

“t-tingyun, please—” you attempt to plead.

“no~pe!” she giggles a little too sweetly for someone who's currently torturing you. her soft palms cascading over the fat of your ample breasts as a content sigh leaves her lips, beautifully manicured fingers gliding over your sensitive nubs as you tremble in her hold.

“you didn't wear a bra today, darling.” she casually mentions with that honeyed voice of hers as your cunt clenches at the mere tone of it. “you were practically asking for me to play with you.”

she catches you off–guard by enclosing one of your nipples in her warm mouth, her wet tongue now swirling against the tip of your nipple as it intensifies the butterflies in your stomach, aching pussy now fluttering from the action alone.

she subtly suckles on your boob with a grin, deliberately ignoring the saliva that seeps into your shirt, a free hand of hers groping at the other whilst her eager tongue laps up your abused nipple in a way that leaves you breathless, hips bucking up to meet some type of friction out of desperation.

your unfocused gaze catches the uncontrolled wagging of her fox tail, along with the twitch of her ears each time you let out a moan particularly louder than the last, your breasts getting devoured by her hungry lips as she continues to constantly gauge out your high pitched mewls and gasps.

“mmh—i just love you and your expressions! keep enduring more of this—” her knee raises to nudge at your crotch audaciously, her grin widening as she notes the way your hips stuttered at the slight contact, “—and i'll give you what you really want later, got it?”

HIMEKO who presses sweet kisses to your neck as she plays with your puffy cunt, knuckles deep into your velvety walls that has you reeling against the bed, back arching at the way she somehow manages to prod your sweet spot each time her fingers move.

“you seem to like this so much, don't you?” she huffs out a small chuckle against the lobe of your ear, before sucking it into her mouth as you nod in confirmation towards her pointed question. “you're ruining my glove, you know~”

she chuckles hotly when you clench on her fingers again, the satin fabric of her glove granting you the perfect balance of friction and lushness, her fingers plunging themselves into your hole as she claws at your walls.

complaining about the sharpness of her nails urged you to ask her to wear gloves—a decision you certainly don't regret at all. and you know very well that even if himeko complained about it being dirty, she's more than likely enjoying this as much as you are— if not, then perhaps even more.

you moan as she moves down and suckles onto one of your breasts, taking it all into her mouth as her tongue moves against your erect nipple, sending a mind shattering shudder down your spine.

scissoring her fingers inside your pussy, she stays latched onto your boobs as you thrash around on her bed, your toes curling in on itself as you watch the way her fingers disappear with each plunge she drops into your cunt, clearly mocking the way it sounds with the way she's grinning against your tits.

the softness of her mattress is ruined as you take as much of her sheets into your palm, you other hand buried in her hair to keep her head still against your chest. you whine breathily as she pulls away from your abused tit.

“now, now...should i add another finger? or...” she moves up to your ear, whispering seductively and lowly to gauge out more of your adorable reactions—“should we really get down to business?”

SERVAL who just loves burying her favourite strap into your pussy. loves that her workshop is empty and quiet except for the noises you're making so cutely.

still managing to sound so coherent with the way you call out her name, her hips pounding against yours while she grips your waist so tightly that you squirm, tongue lolling out as you take in the expanse of her dildo, uncaring of the spit you're drooling all over the floor of her workshop table.

your nipples are hard and erect against the cold wood work of her counter, her fingers tangled in your hair to keep you still atop of it, ass and pussy out for her strap to fuck heedlessly.

“you like that huh, slut?” she purrs against your ear, her own breasts pressing against your bare back as she leans down, hips snapping against yours faithfully. your face burning as your ass cheeks lewdly clap against the skin of her bare hips. “of course ya' like it rough, huh? always the masochist.”

her strap is too big in your opinion—but it wholeheartedly doesn't matter when it constantly hits the sweetest spots of your insides, plush walls fluttering on the plasticity of her cock.

you yelp when she harshly brings down a hand to your ass, the slap sounding throughout her workshop that it's almost embarrassing. what if you were to be heard?

“i can practically smell your fear.” she laughs as she continues to pound into your pussy, almost salivating at the recoil of your ass as she does so. “so what if we're heard us from the inside? atleast they know you belong to me.”

oh lord. your cunt flutters at the thought of being caught. the image your ex-architect girlfriend destroying your pussy like there's no tomorrow—would it surface rapidly in the ocean of scandalous acts? how would her brother react? hah...

you whimper when you feel your knot come undone in your stomach, creaming on her strap as you shake uncontrollably.

but your girlfriend doesn't stop plunging her cock into your pussy, heck, she chuckles when you grow limp for a moment—not too long before you're back to moaning like a bitch in heat once more when your high dissipates.

she presses a kiss to the side of your head, “still a few more rounds to go, pretty girl.”

NATASHA who sweetly whispers good nothings onto your ear, riling you up while she gropes at your body in her hold.

her plump lips travel down from the curve of your neck, down to the erotic valley of your breasts, trailing further downwards to your contracting abdomen, and then placing a kind peck to your sensitive clit as a cherry on top.

“so wet for me already...guess i should take care of it, hehe.”

she chuckles breathily against your pussy causing you to snap your hips up to her face, a small whimper escaping you when your pussy grazes against the tip of her nose. “so impatient.” she fondly teases, nudging her nose against you to gauge out a reaction that earns her a giggle.

she adds on further with a tongue darting out to wedge itself between your walls, hands gently grabbing at your uncontained waist to keep you still while her tongue continues to explore the warmth of your fluttering cunt.

she slurps up your essence like it's her last meal, mouth engulfing the expanse of your cunt to catch all the fluids seeping from your hole, her skilled tongue managing to caress each sweet spot you have that gets your skin tingling.

you practically melt as she continues to eat you out, squishing your thighs as reassurance when you choke out sobs, begging her for more and more.

“so good for me...” she hums against your quivering hole, watch it clench onto nothing as she pulls away. the slick staining all around her mouth causes you to whine—whether from embarrassment or sex appeal it provides, you aren't sure.

she wordlessly moves her mouth to your clit, swabbing it against her tongue for a moment before sucking on it passionately, resulting in the intense quaking of your thighs as you struggle to stomach the electric pleasure it sends up your spine—moaning even louder than prior.

she stared at you lovingly as you twitch on her tongue, sharp breaths leaving you as you chase your high, practically grinding and humping against her wet muscle as your hips grow more and more erratic by the second.

your back arches, “ah—! natasha, i'm gonna...!”

you squeal as you squirt onto her face, her red lipstick now evidently mixed with your cum as she takes it all into her mouth, licking your hole once more to savor every last drop in the name of "cleaning" you up.

she presses a chaste kiss to your overstimulated clit—a smirk on her features as she stares at you gulp at her expression once more, “care for another round, dear?”

BRONYA whose face is completely red, embarrassment and humiliation humourously visible on her adorable expression.

she's lewdly propped up on your lap, her dark pantyhose soaking wet as she grinds atop of the fat of your thigh, small gasps escaping her mouth, jaw slackened out of the sheer pleasure your thigh is offering her with graciousness.

you lean back onto the seat as she ruts into your thigh like a dog in heat, noting her office that is currently devoid of any noise only being filled with lewd noises of her pussy's slick meshing with your thigh and her tiny moans. you resist the urge to smile at the way she seems so adamant on cumming immediately.

“on a rush?” you ask innocently, blinking at her like you weren't the one who suggested to have her use your thighs as a stress reliever. your thighs being wet from her slick was something you didn't acknowledge as you gripped her hips, aiding the quick movement of her hips. “is there something wrong?”

“m-meeting with gepard in a few minutes...” she chokes out while you move to tuck a stray strand of her silver hair behind her ear. “i don't want him to see this—!”

oh, him. you momentarily glance at the clock placed high on the wall, and indeed confirmed that it's about time for their meeting, the ticking of the clock taunting you as you desperately try not to rejoice at the thought of seeing his priceless expression when he sees his leader fucking herself dumb on your thigh.

“is that so...” you hum disinterestedly, almost distant as you are caught up in your thoughts, opting to move your thigh upwards rather roughly to regain focus, causing her to gasp sharply at the sudden contact, her clothed clit purring against the material of your lower wear. your eyes grow lidded as she circles her hips to feel more of your thigh, leaning back once more as you click your tongue.

“then make it quicker, princess. that guy likes being early at appointments.”

pussy and women are two very magical existences in my opinion :)

⌕ TEAMWORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK, 18+

⟢ CHARACTERS : blade x afab! reader x kafka WC : 1.5k

⟢ WARNINGS : EXPLICIT, MDNI. 3some, bondage, spitting, degrading, cunnilingus, squ!rting

"blade . . ." you coo to the navy haired's ears, rocking your hips in an attempt to ease the pain of depravity pooling in your body. you were stuck straddling his right thigh, hands propped up to keep you stabilized.

he doesn't response, more so his puff of deep breaths were his only replies. crystalline tears start to well up in your eyes, carnal desire searing from your taunting gaze. your clit starts to throb for some attention, evident from how much you've been making friction with your exposed cunt against blade's lap - tongue stuck out in hopes of your yearning to be quenched by the stellaron hunter.

panting like a bitch in heat, it was all too much for blade to restrain. in actuality, his bulging erection was starting to ache, aching for it to be smothered with saliva and to be provided some company as well. he reaches his limit and so he quickly removes the bandage wrapped around his forearm and swiftly slithers it around your wrists— tying you with the makeshift of a binding. a yelp escapes your lips, feeling the object tighten its hold on you.

if anything, it's a win-win. you successfully managed to rile up the male so that he can tend to your needs, going through such far lengths such as this. blade immediately goes for the nape of your neck to forcibly make you seal a kiss with him, an open mouthed sloppy one so currents of pleasure and shock ride on your skins. "since you want it that bad, there's no going back." his deep voice chimes into your ears, a coy smile playing on his lips.

"do me however you like." with an instant approval, blade lets out a guttural chuckle, amused at how much you're obsessed with his dick that you're giving up your last remaining bit of dignity for him. "i'll fuck you to death then."

suddenly, the door of the confined room busts open— revealing a lady too familiar for the both of your visions. with the dim lighting glinting at her black, circular sunglasses, as if in unison, the both of you utter her name. "kafka." for someone like kafka, she was not one bit fazed at the scene unfolding before her stature. her curiosity only thrived, trekking towards the both of your figures.

"you really are a charm." she mumbles from your back, gloved hands tracing each detailing of your wrinkled clothing. as if the time comes to a standstill and your hearts were nothing but clocks, they continue to tick endlessly, striking every line and numbers for many laps already. "bladie here won't show his vulnerabilities to us and yet . . you've got him wrapped around your pinky."

kafka's next movement stirs the concoction of confusion brewing further in your conscious selves. she seats herself beside blade and leans forward to your face, her lifeless two hued irises fixate on your bewildered expression. "show me what you're made of." and with that single sentence, she envelops her soft lush lips onto yours.

your heart performs a somersault upon her action, unable to register everything happening but it definitely felt blissful. her gloved hands brush on your stomach, escalating up to where your clothes' buttons are placed. the dark magenta strands tucked behind her ear eventually came undone but kafka pays no mind as she finds herself basking in such sensation as soon as she tangles her soft tongue with yours.

saliva with a tang of sweet cherries, it makes a perfect mix with yours although you also previously exchanged sloppy kisses with blade earlier. kafka deepens her reach inside your wet cavern, the pigment of her baby pink lipstick rub on the margins of your lips. blade quickly catches on as he plays with your clit, the bandages wrapped around his hand become drenched from how hot you were feeling - being stimulated from both your upper and lower lips makes your body jolt with pleasure and shockwaves of excitement.

"i- i can't breathe." you protest as you were being smothered with kisses— to which

kafka immediately withdraws from your face and wipes her chin clean with a handkerchief she happened to carry. "we're just getting started." on e again her falsely sweet voice sounds into your ears.

with ease, she snaps the buttons of your top open, making your tits spring free as well as your nipples becoming perked at how the wintry air caresses the sensitive parts. the only heating source as of now are kafka and blade's lips, they were both quick with it as they fiddle their sticky tongues around your hardened buds.

blade was aggressive, almost as if his intention is not to pleasure but to devour you. he roughly squeezes and cup your right breast while kafka was the complete opposite. she lightly nibbles on the part all the while lathering her spit with it. meanwhile you were a moaning mess, throwing your head back as more of cloudy white liquids seep out of your cunt's folds.

"you're about to cum that fast?" she queries, eyes now widened, carefully scrutinizing the beads of arousal dampening blade's bandaged fingers. "well, what do you think about this then?" you fix your posture and trail vision back to the dyad and witness them engaging in a french kiss, making noises that were sloppy and naughty, mewls of pleasure mostly slipping from kafka's throat. as if you were inebriated with lust that it fills your system, ". . i feel hotter than before."

an alluring chuckle erupts in the room just after she breaks off the kiss, "no wonder bladie took a liking to you, you're a full on slut." as kafka uses such a degrading term to describe you, you were uncertain how to feel about it. all you know is that the male is behind you, holding you down and the other stellaron hunter is currently in front. she descends to your position, a kittenish smile sits on her lips.

your pussy was then intruded by two unfamiliar digits, accompanied by it was her warm tongue - pleasuring your slit with utmost skill. your back arches, knees folding at how it felt rhapsodic, better than how your clit was being toyed around by blade. kafka doesn't halt but only quickens the pace, sucking your folds in as if her mouth was a black hole and you're nothing but a mere planet to conquer for the lady.

more of your libido levels spike up once blade forces to you to face him with his fingertips on your chin, inviting you to exchange more of those open mouthed kisses. there were too much liquids flooding the both of your tongues that you couldn't help but gulp a good amount, to prevent getting messier than intended.

not for so long, a feeling of climax throbs on your clit. kafka quickly picks up this detail, sucking and fingering you all at the same. "i'm cumming!" you squirm under her touch as stream of liquids spring out of your hole, drenching the hunter's hair and clothes.

"okay, bladie's time to shine." with hasty shifting of positions, you find yourself on top of the male as you ride his throbbing cock while kafka sits on his lips, vis-à-vis with your lustful figure. the three of your clothes were strewn across the floor, and with a rapid thrust, kafka catches your lethargic body, nestling her face in the crook of your neck.

blade's girthy cock twitches from the confinements of your velvet walls, it pulsates everytime your pussy spasms from his shape. the navy haired was unable to supress his guttural moans, sending vibrations through kafka's cunt to which she bucks her hips for more sensation.

kafka now continues to mark your skin with her love bites, canines burrowing deep as well as sucking on your sweet spot— earning her more of your messy moans of satisfaction along with squelching sounds from blade's dick pistoning into your slit.

"bladie's toy is such a whore . ." she whispers in between her lustful kisses, words libidinous as ever. upon hearing it for the second time, you were addled at first how to feel but now you're more than certain. being degraded makes you drift into euphoria, into ecstasy, into the seventh heaven.

both of the stellaron hunters' whimpers signaling release echoe inside the four walls, as well as yours which was the loudest - followed suit by more strings of gratification springing out of each of your holes. the whole place was littered with busted, creased clothes as well as pools of cum, leaving a pungent scent that wafts into the air to which anyone could've guessed correctly from how strong the smell was.

at this point, sweat covers the entirety of your fatigues yet satisfied body, it glistens from the faintest lighting. kafka leaves a peck on your cheek with a pseudoinnocent smile playing on her lips, "i shall get going then. you can continue your episode with bladie now." as quickly as she bid her farewell, as fast as a lightning does the other stellaron hunter graces your vision.

"i'm not done with you yet."

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ALMOST CAUGHT!

synopsis: almost getting caught in the act (featuring: kafka, serval, himeko, natasha)

rating: 18+ nsfw (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab female reader, semi-public s.ex, almost getting caught, fingering, dirty talk, strap ons, vibrators, scissoring, marking, indecency at the workplace, some swearing.

art credits: bad thinking diary

KAFKA

“One more baby, just one more okay?”

Kafka groans into your ear as she speeds up her thrusts, a shallow smirk curling on her lips as she presses you deeper against the cold closet walls. “Come on baby girl I know you can give me another…”

You resisted the urge to hook your leg over Kafka’s arm and really stretch yourself out for her. Her strap spearing you through as she plunged the thick toy in as deep as you could take. 

“Kafka…Kafka…” your eyes lolled back in drunken pleasure when she moved to hook your leg over for you, keeping you spread even wider while you took her cock an extra inch or two from before. “W-Wait—!” You bit your lip as she kissed your neck passionately, a gloved hand pinning your face to the wall while she went to town on you. “Yes my darling? Is it deep enough for you?”

She chuckled darkly at your sex-drunk expression and cupped your face so you could only look at her. “Awe, is it too much for my baby?” She fake pouts.

“No…it’s just—” you groaned as the tip of her cock rubbed perfectly against a particularly sensitive area, “We’ve been in here for a long time. Surely it’s kind of suspicious by now…”

Kafka didn’t seem to care and just kept thrusting up into you. “And…?” She murmured huskily into your ear. “Do you want me to stop…?” She smiled and pressed feather light kisses against your jaw, starting to speed up her movements. 

“Oh…fuck.” You grit your teeth and let her bounce you up in her arms, some precum sliding down the plastic shaft. “You asked for one more, well I’m close enough to just—” 

“Where did Kafka go?” 

You both froze at the sound of Blade right outside the door, a set of footsteps behind him that sounded like Silver Wolf’s.  

Shit. They were right outside. 

“No idea. I don’t see her girlfriend anywhere either.” 

A snap of Silver Wolf’s bubblegum just confirmed your suspicions. Both of them were right outside, unknowing that Kafka was currently 6 inches of plastic dick inside you in the closet behind them. 

“…Seems like we have company.” Kafka whispered darkly, starting to move her hips again and reveling in the sadistic pleasure she got from seeing you whimper. “But my baby girl can keep quiet, I’m sure she can…”

You wanted to be mad at her, teasing you like this when Blade and Silver were right outside... But you couldn’t. Not when Kafka was fucking you so well and deep. “You’re so annoying…” you grumbled, fleshy walls gripping her cock for sweet release. Your girlfriend only chuckled, leaning in to press her lips against yours. 

“I am, aren't I…?”

And as if to spite you, she thrusted up sharply, hands grasping your ass as she held you in place for another round. 

SERVAL

“Couldn’t wait until we got home, huh?”

Serval laughed quietly, bending you over the bed with a vibrator pressed to your clit. “So naughty…”

“H-Hey, you packed it for a reas— oh… fuck—” She turned the settings up and chuckled at the way you trembled, almost as if she were enjoying this in a weird, sadistic way. “Well, I packed it just in case for a reason. Just in case we…Y’know…” she giggled at your astounded face and raised the settings higher. “…And here we are!”

What started as an overnight trip to the Landau family residence turned into a pre-dinner sex session after you found the secret vibrator in your girlfriend’s suitcase. You didn’t think Serval would even fathom the thought of screwing you in her old childhood home, yet here we are…

“You’re so bad…” You giggled, riding on the vibrator’s pleasant buzz. “You really wanted to do this in your childhood bedroom, hm?”

“Hey, it’s hot.” Serval grinned and leaned over to kiss you. “Seeing you sprawled out on my sheets like this turns me on so much…”

She inches closer to push the vibrator deeper against your folds, moving forward to kiss you sweetly and slide her tongue in to claim it all as hers. She was so distracting, she was so dominating. You couldn’t focus on anything else at all, as all you could think about was Serval, Serval, Serval… 

You were so distracted in fact, that the two of you forgot that you were doing this before dinner time. The sounds of Gepard’s feet in the hallway not registering, as the both of you were lost in a passionate dream full of lust. “Sister? It’s almost dinner time.” Gepard called from the other side of the door. “What’s that noise? What are you doing?” 

You gasped at this intrusion and Serval only groaned in displeasure, turning down the settings of the vibrator so that the buzzing noise would stop. “Nothing, just tuning one of my instruments…” she winked at you playfully. “I’ll be out in a minute. Girlfriend is here too, say hey, love.”

“…Hey.”

You tried your best to sound composed and not like you were getting your brains fucked out. Serval covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing as Gepard stood silently in the hall.

“Oh. Okay then, have fun. Just be sure to wash up before dinner.”

“Oh, we will.” 

And as Gepard’s footsteps thudded heavily away from Serval’s door, you whimpered when she turned up the vibrator again to the highest setting. 

“You heard him, princess. Best have fun, then we can wash up later…”

HIMEKO

“Almost there…just a little more, my love…”

Himeko grunts and pushes her cunt further against your own, slapping your hips together as she raises your leg a bit higher over her shoulder. A slick, sticky webbing of precum joining your pussies together as you mesh and scissor in the bask of lustful passion. 

“Himeko…” you murmured, all covered in the woman’s red lipstick that trailed down from your face, your neck, your breasts, your…

“Love,” Himeko smiled back and pressed another red kiss to your thigh. “You look so beautiful…”

Another red mark. Red, red, red. It was all Himeko… all her…

You wanted to be beneath her forever. Legs in the air while the bed below you rocked with each grind of Himeko’s hips. Your cunt was all puffy and sensitive from the constant stimulation, and you had to reach down to grasp her thighs. “I’m close…please Himeko please…”

Your pleading little eyes almost drove her insane. The woman gasped and gripped your hips tightly to drag your hips over her own, craving your warmth, your lust, your body. Riding you as if this would be the last sex she’d ever have…

“Go on…” she whispers, bed creaking with every thrust. “Grind on me.”

Throwing your head back on the pillow, you took the lead and ground your cunt feverishly against hers. Despite being in the bottom position, you had the control now as you bucked your hips up until you felt Himeko get wetter. Thighs getting stickier as you sped up your movements and caused Himeko to moan. 

“Aeons…you’re so…” Himeko grabbed the flesh of your thigh and tried her best to contain herself. “So…”

“Gah! What’s that noise?”

You both froze at the sound of…Pom-Pom outside your door! Ceasing your movements to stop the bed from creaking, you and Himeko shut your mouths to keep from moaning…

The conductor sounded quite afraid, as Himeko’s little moan had caused the rabbit to think the train was being haunted. “Aweeee not again! Don’t tell me there’s a new, unwanted passenger onboard…” You could feel Himeko’s frustration through her hand, squeezing your thigh with impatience while she resisted the urge to groan.

“…I better talk to Welt about this. Scary…”

Himeko grit her teeth and couldn’t take it anymore, moving her head to the side and biting your thigh to shush herself while grinding against your hips. At the pain of her teeth, you jolted and creamed against her cunt, the release prompting Himeko to cum too as well. 

“Oh, Aeons, finally…” as Pom-Pom’s little feet wobbled away from your room, you could feel Himeko sigh with relief and squirt all over your thighs. “You honestly feel too good to be true…”

NATASHA

“Don’t be shy, not like I haven’t seen it before…”

Natasha cooes sweetly and cups your face with a gloved hand, her gentle nature completely juxtaposing what she was doing down below, as her other hand was busy ravaging your insides with a discarded latex glove on the floor. 

Her latex glove.

“Natasha, we’re gonna get caught…” you held in a whimper and eyed the door to her office with worry. “Did we really have to do this here…?”

“Forgive me, sweetie,” Natasha whispers, breath tickling your ear and sending shivers down your spine, “I couldn’t wait. It’s after hours right now, hours meant for you and me…” She pressed a soft kiss to your ear and licked the shell of it sensually, chuckling at your adorable reactions before kissing along your jaw. “You’re so cute…”

Scissoring you apart with her middle and ring finger, she parted your walls with a continuous intrusion that left you spreading yourself almost instinctively. Her fingers like the key to your lock as she thrusts into you with her extensive medical knowledge on female anatomy.

“Feeling good?” She murmurs quietly against your ear, going deeper than ever before and prodding at your spongy walls. “It should, you’re a patient I want to feel extra good…”

You could just cum right there. Gripping onto your girlfriend’s shoulders as you parted your legs wider to allow more space to move. “You always feel good…” you sigh, basking in pleasure while she rocks you in her arms. Natasha giggled, leaning back to deliver sweet kisses to your nose and lips. “I figured…”

Sliding her palm up so it brushed your clit, she laid her head against your shoulder to rest while continuing to fuck you gently. Sighing at the beautiful moans you let out, the doctor truly was having a plentiful rest…

“You’re twitching…” Natasha murmurs, slowly speeding up her thrusts, “Almost there, sweetie?”

“Yeah…yeah I am…” you groaned and clung onto the doctor’s back, arching yours while she pounds brutally inside of you. “Keep going Nat, right there…right there…” You gasped. 

Almost there…right there…

“Heyyy Natasha!”

The sudden knocking and shout of Sampo caused the two of you to stumble and twitch, your body falling slump against Natasha’s front out of embarrassment and shock. 

Natasha was stunned as well, fingers still knuckles deep inside you as she glanced at the door to her office, where she could see Sampo’s silhouette through the blinds of the window. “Helloooo? You in there Nat?”  

You could see her face go from worry to slight frustration as she sighed and called out to the man. “Yes, Sampo? What do you need?” She seemed slightly annoyed, but you couldn’t tell if it was because she was interrupted, or because it was Sampo of all people…

“I’m a little busy right now…” Natasha sighed.

“Ah, alright! Just wanted to stop by and say hey…” Was that really it?! Natasha shook her head before smiling playfully at you, Sampo’s footsteps gradually fading away and finally leaving you alone. 

“Sorry about that, dear. I know you were so close…” You gave her a sympathetic kiss.

“It’s alright. Sampo was just being friendly.”

“I suppose, but I just feel so bad, my baby didn’t get to cum like she wanted…” Natasha’s still fingers suddenly slid out and thrusted back into you, this time with a third finger stretching you out. 

“Oh—!”

“Which is why I’ll make sure my girl gets even more special treatment from me…”

Do you understand me darling?

First time writing, english is not my first language, sorry for my bad grammar and MINORS DNI!

Pairings : Kafka/reader (afab)

(takes place in probably like this modern world)

Warnings! Mean! Dom! Kafka, Sub! Reader : edging, overstimulation, pet names,, praising, degrading, recording and taking pictures, light bondage, blindfold, some toys ;) , hair pulling, Kafka eating you out, PWP, G!P reader crying from how rough Kafka is, fluff in the end (Tell me if I miss any)

“ Oh look, my little bunny is crying from my edging and overstimulation, you’re such a bad bunny for making me jealous, pretending that you don’t know what you’re doing, this is what you want right my pretty little bunny whore?~” Kafka pulls your hair while you’re trying to catch your breath. “Answer me whore”

“Maybe I was planning to do that…You’re so bad at this that’s it making me think that Blade could do it better, you consider that rough?” You say in a teasing and intimidating-ish voice, You look at her and see her getting mad at you, you really made sure she gets mad at you and to rile her up more. Kafka lets go of your hair, you change your position from lying to your stomach to lying to your back to see what Kafka is about to do, she goes to her closet and pulls out a little box you couldn’t quite see what’s inside but you know the box has a lot of something.

She grabs something there and goes back to the bed, and goes on top of you “Let’s see if you’re gonna stop whoring around and think that Blade is better” She pins your hand on top of your head, and restraints it with a fluffy handcuff you’ve never seen before. “I’ve been waiting for a while to use this on you, seems like it's the right time, I’ll be rough with you that you can’t even remember your name anymore and mommy is the only one in your pretty dumb mind of yours, I’ll make you into a crying mess.” She leaves again and puts the box near her to let her grab everything easily, she grabs something and goes on top of you again. “Such a pretty body…” She licks your boobs and collar bone and smiled at you, “I’ll teach you a lesson” she lifts you up a little and started to wrap you in a silky smooth tie, you heard what she said and saw what she was doing making you a blush, after she wraps the ties on you, she wraps a blindfold on you, making you not see her anymore and losing you vision. “I’ll make sure to keep all of my words to you”. She gets up for a minute and does something, a minute later you feel her again being on top of you. “I’ll make sure I won’t show mercy on you”

She grabs her favorite vibrator, and sticks it to your clit, and turns it on near maximum level. The sudden sensation causes you to let out a surprise and loud moan.

“A..ahh~!, fuck~! S-slow it down a l..little~!”. Kafka smirks and turns it in on maximum level. “Aww is my dumb bunny already crying again because of how rough the vibrations from one of her favourite toys~?you wanted rough? I'll show you rough” she says with a smirk. You soon start to feel you’re gonna reach your orgasm again, Kafka also knows that you’re about to reach it because how your panting a lot faster nad your breath hitches, She then turns off the vibrator making you a little disappointment, “w..why’d you turn it off…. Kafka '' she looks at you and gets a little prideful, but she got a little annoyed because you didn’t call her with the right name. She slaps your thighs and says “Wrong bunny, call me what you’re supposed to call me~”.

“What if I don’t” you said trying to rile her up even more. She then proceeds to turn on the vibrator and stick it up on your nipples making you gasp and moan, not only that she made sure that your sensitive spots are getting really touch. “Hmm~~”

“A..a-ahh~!, M..m-mommy~!”

“Good girl~” she then laughs at you on how you’re already a mess when she’s just getting started to  fuck you hard. She lifts up your leg and settles it on her shoulder to get a better view of your pussy; so she can enter it more easily. “My~ my~ look at you already desperate for my cock~, don’t worry baby you’ll taste it soon after I get it inside in your pussy again~” She caressed your face and mockingly slaps your face; without a warning she enters all of her length and started in a ungodly phase. Tears started to come out of your eyes making the blindfold wet. You want to wrap your arms around her neck and scratch her back, but the handcuffs and the ties are restraining you to do that.

“M..M-mommy~! S..slow d..down~!T…too big~!, S..so r..rough and f-fast!”

She smirks at you and doesn't slow down, in fact she gets more fast and rough making sure she touches all of your sensitive spots inside of you. She slaps your thigh and brings her hands to your boobs and starts massaging it. You covered your mouth to prevent your loud moans from getting out of your mouth, she then proceeded to pull it away “Don’t cover your mouth pretty girl~ I want to hear your pretty moans~”.

“C..close! ‘M super c-close mommy!Please can I cum~!? Please…please..please.~!”

You kept begging her and it made her close to her orgasm. She smirks and lets go of your boob and uses her hand to rub your clit while she is holding your thighs to keep it steady on her shoulder. “Cum my pretty bunny~ Cum with your mommy~”. As she goes fast your orgasm comes rushing and the pleasure washes over you, Kafka soon follows, and comes inside of you, she pulls out and the empty feeling makes you sad a little. She scoops her flowing cum back into your pussy.

“A-ah~....”

“You did great baby~”

Kafka stands up and grabs the camera that was recording all of the action, she stops the recording and takes a picture of you messy with the binds and blindfold still on. Kafka then removes the binds around your body and takes off your blindfold, she again takes a picture of you. “Say it again and I’ll make sure you won’t talk or walk straight for months”. She then wipes your tears and kisses you. “Now…do you want to straight up sleep or let’s both take a bath and eat something then we will sleep."

“Let’s take a bath and eat first…”

“Stay right here, I’ll set our bath together”

She then goes to the bathroom, you pick up your phone and see a lot of miss calls and messages from your friends. You immediately texted them “Fuck I forgot to tell you guys I can’t go, I was too tired to go”. Thank god they didn’t spam my phone, “They must be passed out by how much they drank alcohol….or they just got fuck too…”. Kafka finishes to set the bath, she carries you to the bathroom and settles you to the bathtub. “Move a little, I want to join you”. You move a little to make space for her and when she settles you press your back to her chest. You were both enjoying this time. You both stay like that for 20 minutes helping each other, unfortunately even if you want to stay like this forever with her you both don’t want to look like a prune. So you both get out and change into more comfortable clothes. You both go down stairs to your guy's kitchen and look for something to eat. She then asks you.

“What do you want to eat?”

“Eh, it’s already really late so maybe noodles and some ready to cook dumplings”. She looks for your ramen and starts to cook it. As you both wait for it to cook you prepare the dumplings. As it is finished you both settle in and start to eat it. “You know Kafka, maybe I should do that again, to make it more intense”. She laughs at you and just said “You don’t have to do that, just say the magic word and I’ll fuck you like it’s my last time.” When you guys are finished eating, you guys wash the dishes and dry them. You and Kafka headed to bed and sleep, but before that you guys had your usual talks  until you guys were both tired. You yawn and said 

“Good night Love” 

“Good night too my dear love”

FAST AND FURIOUS

synopsis: you catch the eye of the infamous street racer.

featuring: kafka, serval, seele, stelle, bronya

rating: 18+ n.s.fw (men and minors dni)

warnings: street racer! AU, dom! afab female reader (bronya), sub! afab female reader (kafka, serval, seele, stelle), car se.x, fingering, se.x while driving, cunnilingus, face riding, strap on, illegal street racing (obviously).

art credits: initial D

KAFKA

Street racer Kafka! Who catches you staring at her when she pulls up to the starting line in her sleek, jet black car. It’s smooth and elegant, just like her, as she beckons you to come over to her window, gloved finger enticing you to come closer…

Street racer Kafka! Who takes your hand into hers and plants a sweet kiss to your wrist. Her bold, red lipstick marks you as hers as she flashes you a flirty wink through the window. “For good luck, sweet girl. When I win, I want to take you home with me…”

Street racer Kafka! Who smirks when you shamelessly grow flustered and agree, letting you walk back to the crowd as she gets ready to win the race of a lifetime for you. She had plans of where to take you tonight after all. You were the one she was after, not the prize money…

Street racer Kafka! Who, as you may have guessed, wins the race by a landslide as she pulls back up to the starting line and gets out of the car, smirking and sweeping back her sweaty hair as she wanted nothing more than to get her prize. You. 

Street racer Kafka! Who chuckles as you fawn over her and pulls you in by the waist to kiss you, placing her sunglasses over your head and officially sealing you as her prize for tonight. And maybe forever, who knows…

Street racer Kafka! Who drives you back to her hotel with you in her car. Her hand on your thigh as you can’t help but follow it as it goes up up up… practically stroking up to your clothed pussy and playing with the buckle of your shorts. “I don’t think I can wait anymore, sweet girl…” Kafka purrs lowly, one hand on the wheel while the other begins to tug your shorts downward. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep my eyes on the road…”

Street racer Kafka! Who slips her fingers into your panties and starts massaging your clit with her eyes glued to the road, her experienced driving making you wetter than you already were as she was just so good at multitasking. 

Street racer Kafka! Who starts plunging her fingers deep into your walls and driving her fingers faster as she accelerates. The car streaking down the road as the adrenaline of speeding and getting fucked by Kafka at the same time had you squirming and squeezing at her fingers. “Let’s see if I can get you to finish in time…” She laughs softly, deciding it was time for the main event.

Street racer Kafka! Who has you squirting all over her hand and passenger seat as she pulls up to the hotel parking lot with a smirk, slowly pulling out her fingers from beneath you and humming in satisfaction at the mess. “Looks like I won again…”

SERVAL

Street racer Serval! Who is an experienced mechanic and personally built her car to make it the fastest anyone has ever seen. Not only is it fast, it’s flashy, and Serval grins with confidence as she leans against the hood of her car with her arms folded, waiting for the race to start.

Street racer Serval! Who notices you admiring her car (and her) and smirks to summon you over for a closer look. “Don’t be shy, you can take a closer look…” she grins, taking your hand as she shows you all the special little features of her car. “Pretty isn’t she? She’s a beauty, just like you…” 

Street racer Serval! Who sighs when the crowd gathers to finally start the race, a smile stretching upon her lips before casting a small wink over to you. “Wish me luck, princess. I’m winning this for you!” She flashes you a blinding smile and gets into her car, revving up the engine as she prepares for sweet, sweet victory.

Street racer Serval! Who wins her race with ease and gets out of the car with satisfaction, fist pumping the air before taking her custom helmet off and smirking. “Phew…that was a close one…!”  she laughs out humbley, dropping her helmet to the floor as she waves you over to come join her on the stand. 

Street racer Serval! Who’s all sweaty and messy from the ride, yet still looks hot as ever as she pulls you in for a hug and lifts you off the ground, so happy to have won for you. “Taking you out to eat, what do you say?” She smiles flirtatiously, looking at you with hope in her eyes. Of course you agreed…

Street racer Serval! Who took you out to eat but not in the way you were expecting. Her face buried deep in your folds as she licked and speared her tongue into your hole to taste all you had to offer. “Tastes like victory alright…” she couldn’t help but joke, lifting up your thighs to keep you spread as she ate you out quicker than she could even drive her car.

Street racer Serval! Who was currently eating you out on her winning car in an abandoned parking lot after the race. Your legs spread over the top of her painted hood, as she wanted nothing more than to see your cum drip down your legs and onto the glossy paint that she herself had applied. “Don’t worry, I could always give her a good ole scrub. For now though, you could make a mess of her however you please…”

Street racer Serval! Who groans when she sees how much you leak onto her car, glistening cum sliding down her hood as she smirks and licks it all up…

SEELE

Street racer Seele! Who is rough around the edges and comes in with a slightly scarred yet durable car. She was a champion racer long before this race, and this car was the one that helped her win on many numerous occasions…

Street racer Seele! Who can’t help but let her eyes wander through the crowd and spot you smiling in the distance. Her cheeks go red at the sight before she blushes and looks away, grumbling to herself and scratching the back of her neck nervously. 

Street racer Seele! Who was usually very confident and snarky before her races. Seele was known to be a very reckless and “go with the flow” kind of driver so she had survived many dangerous stunts and tricks. However, it was her first time racing in front of such a pretty girl like yourself, and she couldn’t help but want to show off to you. 

Street racer Seele! Who blushes as you hand her a water bottle and say “good luck!” to her in that sweet little voice of yours. It had Seele smiling awkwardly as she flashes you a confident smirk. “Thanks. That money is as good as mine…”

Street racer Seele! Who speeds through the road and decides to go the extra mile to show off to you on the cameras. Taking a quick yet very dangerous detour with ease and sliding right through to first place. 

Street racer Seele! Who’s slick back hair is all wild and messy the moment she gets out of her car, heart thumping from the adrenaline as she just pulled off some of the most dangerous stunts known to man for you. The moment she sees you cheering and running over, she laughs and shyly takes your hand, squeezing it before kissing the top of it charmingly. “You’re a cute cheerleader…”

Street racer Seele! Who blushes madly when you grab her hand and whisper seductively in her ear. Telling her how she “deserves a wild ride tonight and should go a round or two” with you. The racer too flustered to even fathom the thought of saying no to you. 

Street racer Seele! Who is gasping for air underneath your cunt as you ride her face to your heart’s content. Hands gripping on her dark purple as you moan and writhe at her tongue thrusting in and out of you. She’s so fast, so lithe. The leather of her gloves gripped your hips firmly as she drove your body back and forth on her tongue, savoring the tang and precum of your body…

Street racer Seele! Who looks up at you dreamily in the dusk of her backseat car. Breath coursing through her throat as she groans and pushes her nose deeper against your clit, too sex-drunk in her prize to notice how you’re tensing up on her touch. Too dumb to realize until it was too late, as you creamed all over her face and let it spill down on the leather seats of her car…

STELLE

Street racer Stelle! Who arrives at the race in a battered up and beaten down car. Does she care? Of course not. This trashed up car is her baby and she loves it! No matter how many people laugh at her…

Street racer Stelle! Who just looks so cute and happy to be there as she looks around with big ole puppy dog-like eyes. She spots you smiling at her in the distance and gives you a playful wave. Honestly, you felt bad that everyone was laughing at her vehicle, she was just too cute! And she didn’t deserve to be teased like this…

Street racer Stelle! Who seems to ignore all the teasing and flashes you the most confident of smiles! She jogs up to you with contagious excitement and shakes your hand as you approach. “I saw you looking at my car. Do you like it? I scrapped it myself…!” Ahhhhh that was adorable and you couldn’t help but agree. How could you not love this woman? She was adorable!

Street racer Stelle! Who tosses you a good luck charm before running back to go start her car. It was a small, battered up raccoon keychain with the fur all matted and gray from use. You didn’t mind, in fact your heart swooned at the sight as the little chubby raccoon plush reminded you of the goofy woman.

Street racer Stelle! Who…surprisingly wins the race!? When she gets out of her car she has a look of pure shock and adrenaline before grinning and fist bumping the air. “Noice!” She chants, looking over at you in the crowd with a smile. “My good luck charm worked…!”

Street racer Stelle! Who is way too happy about winning the race with her dingy old car. So much so that she rushes up to you and gives you a big hug, lifting you off the ground with hidden strength and smiling ever so sunnily. She has to show her gratitude! She has to!

Street racer Stelle! Who shows her gratitude to you by pounding into you with a strap on she had in her car. Happy grunts emitting from the overgrown puppy woman, as she sinks her cock deeper into your walls and loving how you twitched and gripped onto her shoulders for dear life. “Is that good? I hope it’s good…nngh…mmpf…”

Street racer Stelle! Who doesn’t stop when you climax for a second time, or a third, or a fourth. Her relentless stamina allows her to keep plowing you with your legs in the air as she spears you open with all that she has. “Thank you…thank you thank you thank you…” she’s so grateful and happy to please, gasping and kissing your neck feverishly. “You deserve more…I’ll give you more…”

Street racer Stelle! Who leaves your legs sore and neck covered in bites the following morning. The poor puppy woman looking at you with an apologetic gaze, before murmuring a small “Sorry…” when she sees you unable to walk…

BRONYA

Street racer Bronya! Who is the heiress of a wealthy family but sneaks out at night to drive in street races. She always pulls up in a sleek, brand new and expensive car that she borrowed from her mom, but that’s okay because her family has like eleven others hidden away in their garage…

Street racer Bronya! Who people thought was too delicate and princess-like to race in such dangerous events, yet here she was. Dressed in leather attire and a stone cold look on her face as she prepared herself for the race. She’s not overconfident or cocky, but you could tell she was a professional given how calm she was at the starting line. 

Street racer Bronya! Who glances at you through the crowd and keeps silent as she watches. You’re a pretty face, and it’s cute how curious you look as you admire her expensive uniform and car. ‘I suppose I could treat her for the night…’ Bronya thinks, ‘Perhaps I’ll even get her to experience the ride with me…’

Street racer Bronya! Who somehow gets you to sit in the passenger seat of her car before the big race. Her calm nature puts you at ease despite how dangerous street racing can be. “No need to worry, I’ll keep you safe.” She says softly, a gentle smile splayed on her lips. As she kicks the engine to start…

Street racer Bronya! Who’s car is so fast and sleek, it sends your heart rate racing. Despite the speed bursts however, Bronya makes sure to keep one hand over your chest to protect you everytime she makes a sharp turn. Gray eyes sharp and focused, as she keeps a hand on the steering wheel while protecting you at the same time.

Street racer Bronya! Who streaks through the finish line with you cheering on beside her. A soft chuckle emitting from her throat before glancing over at you. “How was that? Pretty nice, hm?” She blushes when you suddenly lean in to kiss her cheek, eyes wide before laughing bashfully at the reward. “Ah…thank you…”

Street racer Bronya! Who somehow found herself gasping in her seat with your fingers playfully teasing her. Unable to hear what you were saying as the most she could make out was “so good…” and “you deserve this, doll…”

Street racer Bronya! Who is just so surprisingly cute and whiny under that cold exterior. Gripping onto your wrist and trying to push your fingers even deeper while she moves her other hand to unzip the leather racing uniform. As the zipper is seperated, Bronya’s cute breasts spill out from beneath the confines and urge you to move over and fondle them. You cooed at how cute she was reacting to your touch, as she was acting like such a spoiled princess that you always knew she was…

Street racer Bronya! Who realizes she has to get back home before her mother wakes up, but decides ‘fuck it’ and continues riding your fingers with lust. Tongue lolled out in utter ecstasy as she drives your fingers faster than she could drive her car…

MILLION DOLLAR GIRL

synopsis: kafka wants to add you to her bounty.

featuring: kafka

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, strap on, pet names, sort of enemies to lovers, doggy style, catching feelings, mentions of one night stands, slight degradation, mockery, gro.ping, pretty wholesome even for a smut, not proofread.

art credits: what does the fox say

“For someone so whiny, you sure quiet down once I put some inches in you, hm?”

Kafka chuckles darkly at the sight of you all sprawled out on your bed, pounding away at your cunt with the dark purple strap on tied to her hips. You and Kafka had a complicated relationship, as your father wanted her dead, but you wanted her in your bed. Spewing a love-hate relationship between you two, as you couldn’t help but fall for the Stellaron Hunter’s charms, only to end up bent over your bed with her cock slamming into you.

“You came at the worst— nnngh…time…” you groaned, feeling her hips slap against your ass with the most brutal rhythm you’ve ever felt.

“I come whenever I want, sweet thing,” Kafka says nonchalantly, smacking a hand to your rear to keep you steady for her. “Your father will never catch me, he’ll never think to check his sweet little daughter’s room for a Stellaron Hunter…”

She delivers a particularly sharp thrust to your folds and you automatically collapse to your stomach. The fat tip of her cock pushing so deeply and making you moan with ecstasy. “Mmm, that’s a sound I love to hear,” Kafka chuckles, her deep and husky voice sending shivers down your spine. “You never disappoint, princess…”

You roll your eyes and grit your teeth, trying to get back up and prove her wrong. “Why did you even c-come here…it’s too dangerous, the whole ship is on lockdown.”  

“You think I’m afraid of a little risk, dear?” Kafka laughs, angling her hips so she could get you back down on your stomach. “You must not know me that well, then.”

You gasp when she grabs your hips and starts slamming back into you with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs. The thick, girthiness of her shaft proved too much for you to handle as you gripped your bedsheets to muffle your mouth from screaming. 

“Hmmm, that’s no good…” Kafka tuts, reaching a hand over to your scalp with tease. “I want to…hear you!” 

She suddenly yanks you up by the hair and you gasp from the sheer pain and pleasure you felt at that moment. “Oh! Kafka, fuck…!” You whimpered.

“There’s my girl…” she grins, licking her lips and having a grand ole time rutting into you. “Oh, I just wish I could see the look on your old man’s face when he finds out what I’m doing to you.”

She smirks at the thought and looks up at the ceiling with amusement. “To think his sworn enemy; me, was actually fucking his daughter in her bedroom this whole time…” she laughs and starts thrusting her cock even faster at the thought, getting turned on at the idea of ruining you. “What would your father think, dear?”

She looks down at you with a satisfied smile, knowing she’s got you right where she wants you. 

“Mmh…my father will…kill you on the spot…” you groan, your body instinctively moving on its own to meet the thrusts of Kafka’s hips. 

“Yeah, but you won’t let him, will you?” Kafka grins, leaning over to get a little closer to your ear. “You love me too much to do that. So much so that you’re getting drunk on my cock right now…”

Your cunt throbs at her words and you can’t help but whimper at the thought. You knew it was wrong to be sleeping with a Stellaron Hunter that your father so desperately wanted to arrest, but you couldn’t help it. She was just so charming and flirtatious, so much so that after just one meeting on your ship, she had you in your bed and completely stripped of your clothes. Ensuring the beginning of numerous one night stands with the Stellaron Hunter, as Kafka will oftentimes break into the ship just to sleep with you…

And yet, that’s what you thought this was, just another one night stand with Kafka like always. You didn’t think too much of it, but this time it seemed a little different. Kafka was more clingy, more possessive. It was prominent in the way she held you close, wrapping her arms around your torso and pressing sweet kisses to the back of your neck. She was more loving, less lustful. And you were starting to feel the side effects.

“You know, I can’t help but wonder how you feel about all this,” Kafka hums, hugging you from behind while moving her hips at a slower rhythm. “You give in to me so much easier now, perhaps…you’re starting to like me back?” 

You bit your lip and cursed at the fluttery feeling inside your chest. Somehow, you had fallen for the Hunter’s charms and ended up catching feelings throughout your sporadic one night stands. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but the heart wants what the heart wants and you couldn’t bear to say no. 

“…You’ve gone quiet now. Where was all that yap from earlier?” She whispers, tilting your chin up to look back at her. When you continued to stay silent, however; the thought dawned upon her and realization struck. Oh. You did fall for her. To the point where you were too embarrassed to admit your carnal desire for the woman.

“…I see.” Was all she said at your silence, slowly moving closer to hug you more affectionately. “Well, you don’t have to make that decision yet. I’m making it for you.”

“Wha— ah!” You gasped as she began slamming her shaft harder and deeper, guttural groans escaping Kafka’s throat, as she brought you closer to the brink of climax. “I’ve always fancied having you around, sweet girl.” She smirked, gripping her fingers around your breasts and squeezing whilst going to town. “So I figured, enough was enough. I want to have you as my companion.”

Her eyes softened at the way you tensed up in her hold, snaking an arm around your stomach before leaning in to kiss your shoulder.

“You’re probably worth about…what, five million credits? Ten million? Hundred million?” She chuckles as you grip her shaft with need, her movements slowing down as it was clear you were getting close to your high. “Either way, you’re worth more than anything in this galaxy right now.”

Your breath hitched as you tighten around her cock, feeling the ridges rub you closer to your orgasm while Kafka spoke sweet sentences in your ear.

“I’d love to add you to my bounty, rack up the numbers with you by my side,” she sighs at the idea and is left daydreaming about the reaction of your father when he finds out about this. You, his sweet, innocent daughter joining the Stellaron Hunters of all people? He would have a heart attack…

“So, what do you say, my dear?” Kafka hums, shoving her length as far as it could go before feeling you release all over her harness. “Care to join me on my bounty? You’d be worth quite a pretty penny…”

Your breathing was labored, and sweat coated your skin, yet you turned to face her with a knowing smile.

“Do I…hah…have a choice?”

Kafka laughs at your expression before moving down to kiss you. 

“Mm, sorry, you don’t.”

You smiled at that. 

Nsfw under the cut <3

Kafka x fem!reader Drabble ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Thinking about Kafka eating cunt 😫

Kafka eating your cunt like it’s her last meal after a long mission.. You squeeze your thighs around her head feeling her tongue against your clit and two of her fingers in your slippery wet cunt as you held eye contact whilst she slipped her fingers in and out of your cunt loving the squelching wet sounds.

You Moan as you felt her soft hands squeeze your thighs with bite mark’s scattered all over them. Pulling her head closer gripping the ends of her hair, she looked up at you with a lustful expression as she edged you closer.

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Pairing: Kafka x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, Kafka has a cock, breeding, degradation, mouth fucking.

Author's notes: I'm bad at name calling and dirty talking because I prefer praising and stuff but I did my best, I hope you enjoy! (I'm sorry for the repost, I forgot to put it in a separate one.)

MDNI

The blaring music and the pulsating lights in the room seemed to intensify, causing your head to throb with discomfort. It was difficult to discern the details of what was happening around you, perhaps exacerbated by the presence of alcohol in your system, leaving you feeling disoriented and disconnected from the events unfolding.

The memory of how you ended up in the club and the identity of the women taking turns kissing you had become a hazy blur, lost in the midst of the overwhelming sensory experience, alcohol, and disorientation. But then you noticed your girlfriend... the love of your life, walking towards you.

"There you are," she began in a soft tone, though the tension was palpable. "I can't recall giving you permission to wander off and make out with random bitches like this." Her words carried an underlying displeasure as she forcibly pulled you away from the woman you had been engaging with.

Kafka's forehead glistened with sweat, a testament to the fact that she had been fervently searching for you in the crowded and chaotic environment of the club. Her determination to locate you was evident in her physical state.

Kafka maintained her gentle smile as she forcefully pulled you out of the club. However, her grip on you was so tight that it elicited groans of pain from you. Her brisk pace only added to your difficulty, making it a struggle for your intoxicated self to keep from stumbling with each hurried step.

Upon reaching your shared place, Kafka wasted no time. She threw you against the wall and swiftly locked the door, making you groan in pain. As you started to slide down the wall, Kafka moved swiftly and caught you in her arms.

"You're such a bad girlfriend... I guess I have no choice but to fuck the slut out of you..." Kafka's smile fades as she pushes you to the wall, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head.

"I'm sorry..." You lowered your gaze in shame, although the lingering effects of alcohol still had a firm grip on your senses, making your head feel fuzzy and complicating your ability to process the situation.

"What are you sorry about?" Kafka leaned in closer, bringing her face to within inches of yours. You could feel her warm breath against your lips, creating an intimate and charged atmosphere between you two.

"For flirting around... I didn't mean to do it..." You nearly whispered your words while avoiding Kafka's intense gaze. "Liar." Kafka growled, her eyes flashing dangerously. "You knew exactly what you were doing." She stepped back slightly to start undoing her pants while you struggled to regain your balance and stand on your own feet, your drunken state making it challenging to maintain stability and composure.

"I think we need a little reminder of what happens when my girl gets a bit too out of hand." Kafka purred. Without further ado, she ripped your clothes apart and threw it to the ground. Without warning, Kafka spun you around to face the wall and pressed her body against yours from behind, you felt her erection rubbing against your ass. Her fingers dug into your shoulders as she held onto you for support. She reached down between your legs, teasingly tracing circles around your already throbbing clit.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard." Kafka growled, her voice deep and threatening. She reached up with one hand and roughly groped your breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to make you cry out in both pleasure and pain.

"You're such a dirty little slut." Kafka whispers into your ear, punctuating each word. She didn't give you a chance to catch your breath before she roughly pressed her cock against your entrance, forcing it inside in one swift motion. Kafka began pumping her hips right away, driving her cock deeper into you with each thrust, making you gasp for air.

"I'm sorry! I was too drun– mmph!" As you tried to explain, Kafka's fingers slid into your mouth, forcing it open, holding you in place as she thrust her fingers inside. Your eyes widened with shock and arousal as you felt her digit rubbing against the sensitive flesh of your throat.

Simultaneously, Kafka continued pounding her hips harder against your ass, driving her cock deeper into your soaking wet pussy. You cried out around her invading finger, muffled by the sheer force of the pleasure coursing through your body. The dual sensations were too much for you to handle, all you could do is hold onto the wall for support.

"What a whore..." Kafka's grip on your hips tightened as she picked up the pace, pounding her cock against your cervix with a ferocity that left you breathless. You moaned loudly, writhing in pleasure as wave after wave of intense sensations washed over you.

Without warning, Kafka grunted and let out a low growl before shuddering violently behind you. "Fuck..." she muttered as her massive erection throbbed inside you, sending warm spurts of cum deep into your womb. The feeling of being filled to overflowing was almost too much for you to bear; it was both exhilarating and terrifying at once.

Your body jerked uncontrollably as one last wave of orgasm hit you, causing every muscle to tense and release in perfect syncopation with Kafka's movements. With a final thrust that drove her deeper still, Kafka finally pulled out, leaving behind a thick trail of her seed within you.

You collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath. "We're not done..." Kafka murmured, pulling you up off the floor by your hair. "Now get on your knees and show some appreciation for what I just did."

As you knelt before her, trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement, Kafka reached into your mouth once more. This time, she guided her cock towards it, pressing the head against your lips. With a final thrust, Kafka's hips pushed forward, forcing her engorged member past your resistance until it filled your mouth completely.

"We have to clean that dirty mouth of yours, kissing those bitches without my permission... such a dirty girl you are." Kafka hissed while looking down at you while you gagged around her throbbing shaft, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth as you tried desperately not to choke on her cock. All you could do was whimper pathetically in between moans of pleasure at this new sensation invading yet another orifice.

Kafka's hips pounded against your face, driving her cock deeper into your throat with each thrust. You gagged and choked as she continued to fill you up, unable to breathe or speak around the massive erection stuffing itself down your gullet.

"That's it.." Kafka growled, fingers digging into your skull to hold you in place. "Take every last drop."

As if on cue, Kafka let out a primal roar, bucking her hips forward one final time. Her hot seed exploded into your mouth, filling your throat and pouring down your chin as she emptied herself into you completely. Kafka held you there for what felt like an eternity before eventually pulling away with a satisfied smirk on her lips. "Hm, look at that fucked out face of yours..." Kafka scoffed as she looked down at you.

You fell back onto the floor, eyes rolling back into your head as the world spun around you. Your body shook uncontrollably, both from exhaustion and an overwhelming sense of submission that left you weak at the knees.

"Do you think you've learned your lesson yet?" Kafka asked menacingly, her voice dripping with malice. "Because if not... well, I have plenty more where that came from." You shuddered involuntarily at the thought of what might happen next so you desperately nod your head, still unable to talk from the intense fucking your mouth experienced.

"I expect you to be a good girlfriend from now on, alright?" Kafka spoke with a smile, her demeanor appearing gentle once more as she lightly patted your head. However, there was an underlying tone that made it feel more like a warning than a request.

Without a word, Kafka scooped you up into her arms and carried you towards the bedroom. Your heart hammered against your chest as she walked confidently past the pool of cum left behind by your previous encounter with her.

Inside the room, Kafka gently laid you down on the soft mattress before laying beside you. She pulled the covers over the both of you, wrapping you up in her warm embrace. Despite everything that had just happened - or perhaps because of it - there was something undeniably comforting about being held close like this...

★̶̲ [ 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 ]

✎ sub kafka + dom gn reader notes: exhibitionism, finger sucking, exhibitionist kafka, public setting, orgasm, no actual sex; this is inspired by a fav fic of mine i had read a few years ago on tumblr and i felt kafka would fit this scenario best. Also my writing style is a bit different here.

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“You know, this place has the best coffee, like ever!”, picking a tissue from the steel cup, you wiped the cream off your fingers.

Pressing your fingertips together, “shit”, they still felt sticky. Ugh you hated this feeling. It felt so wrong.

Kafka nods. Perhaps to your previously said statement or she understood the icky expression on your face because of the sticky remnants of the cream staining your fingers and agreeing to the discomfort.

The cafe wasn’t usually bustling on weekdays but ever since the news that some extremely handsome, gothic, tall man with pretty long hair has been serving coffees to young ladies with a smirk and a glare, the business has picked up alot.

“It doesn’t look like poor bladie is enjoying this”, kafka tugs her chin out to the counter he was at, before pulling the cup of hot chocolate, and the dollop of white cream on it, towards her grinning face.

“I don’t know if I should be scared or laughing my ass off-”, you muttered before taking another spoonful of the whipped cream, “probably the former”, and dropping it in your coffee cup, diluting it with the pretty spoon.

Kafka hummed in response. You noticed a few people linger their gazes around your table. It wasn’t too weird, especially when it was kafka seated across you.

A beautiful, gorgeous lady with hair so luscious; eyes resembling sharp gems screaming power; and those harnesses fitting her body like some sort of a bodycon dress. It made her shorts and shirt combo look way more sluttier than it was supposed to be.

It was more of a work outfit if you take out those black harnesses! (And ignore her curves)

Kafka licked her lips slowly, trying to get any leftovers of the drink on her mouth. But her tongue couldn’t reach that small spot above her upper lip.

“Kafka”, you signed to your own lips, “there’s some-”, hoping she will get the idea. Kafka smiled in return, leaning over the table, hands resting on them.

“Why don’t you help me?”, she asked in that sickening sweet voice. That tone in her voice always meant something more. It wasn’t that simple with Kafka.

Although feeling quite nervous, you tried to let it not show on your face. Nodding, you picked up a tissue and moved your hand towards her face.

“[y/n], I asked for your help”, she jerked her head away from the nearing tissue, her eyebrows cocking up, as if you failed to understand her question.

“Uh…what do you want me to do then?”, your hands were still paused in the air. Hesitant and confused.

Kafka’s eyes glinted. She took the tissue out of your hand, tossing it on the table. Not breaking eye contact, in all this time.

She takes your hand, placing your fingers on the bit of cream on her face perfectly, as if she herself positioned the sweetened thing and it wasn’t an accident from just sipping like a normal person.

But again, Kafka was never normal.

Your fingers scooped up the cream in one swift motion, all the while being guided by Kafka’s hand. You almost pulled your hands back but her grasp was still there. Softly holding your hand and letting it linger there.

Slowly she pulled your palm towards her mouth, your fingertips dancing across her lip on a rhythm set by herself. She parts her wet lips, taking two of your fingers inside her mouth (the cream was only on one).

And she starts sucking on them. Nibbling and coating your digits in her saliva. Swirling her tongue around and around like your fingers are some sort of a candy, a favourite of hers.

You curl your lips in, eyes widened, before uttering a lowly whisper-yell, “Kafka!”. But you didn’t pull your fingers out. You didn’t even pull your hand back. In fact, her palm is no longer clasped against your hand. Its on your wrist now.

There was no force though. No harsh grip. Nothing. She was just….touching you. While your fingers were trapped inside her mouth. So you had all the control to remove your hand from her mouth, but you didn’t.

Exhaling a soft needy moan, she continued to suckle on them. Oh, this is different. You felt this weird tightening in your gut. Your throat, dry. Your core, pulsing.

You push your fingers further inside, until your knuckles were touching her lips and your thumb was caressing her chin. Your fingertips prodded at the base of her tongue and you could feel her heartbeat increase in pace.

Her lips continued to form a tight circle around you, sucking you in till she was choking on it.

Kafka was now rubbing her legs together. She could feel something wet inside her panties. There was an unbearable hotness creeping up inside of her. The lit of a fiery passion.

“mmph fuck~”, she slobbers around your fingers, her throat constricting and you could see small veins pop up. Bits of drool trickled down, enough to stain her chin but not in such quantities that they would be dripping down.

However something else was dripping and you both knew very well what it was.

As much as this was hauntingly thrilling and embarrassing to you, you started to indulge in it. The squint in Kafka’s eyes, tears coating them; the shaking whimpers and moans escaping from her throat when she wasn’t entirely focused on being facefucked by your fingers.

“You do really like putting on a show in public”, you chuckle, noticing sets of stares at your table. It had suddenly turned quiet. Not the bustling mess it was a few minutes ago. From the corner of your eyes, you even see a blushing blade peeking at you two.

Just what in the hell are those two doing?, you laugh in your head, already aware of what he was thinking.

“mmhm”, Kafka nods. She suddenly turned so obedient and quiet. Well not like quiet quiet but more like submissive quiet. Like what she usually is when sexual tension between you two starts riling up and all her cool, snarky attitude falls down and she just becomes a dumb slut.

Her hands gripped on the leathered couch, fingers digging in and surely shredding a bit of it. It didn’t matter though. This was more important to her.

Her tongue was rummaging between your fingers, as if being played by them. So slimy and wet, she was salivating a lot more than usual. Your fingerpads were in her throat, and she chokes out a strangled moan. A tear finally escaping her eyes as she shuts them closed.

Did she cum?, startled, you pull your fingers out. A string of saliva forming a bridge before breaking apart quickly. A few drops of it falling on the table.

You didn’t wipe your hands. You stared at Kafka, alarmed and troubled. Although the heat flaring your cheeks may say your true intentions of making her cum in public, in front of so many people, it was also immensely embarrassing.

Kafka’s chest heaves up and down. Her bosom looking restrained under that tight shirt of hers. Sweat droplets forming on her forehead and her face so pretty and red.

Her parted lips were still coated in her saliva, red lipstick smudged. Oh and she has that look. The exact replica of when she climaxes underneath you.

But she smiles. Picking up the same tissue she tossed to the side and wiping her messy lipstick and dabbing that sweat away.

“As much as I would love to put on a show for everyone here”, ugh its that tone again, “-I would rather spread my cunt only for you to fuck into”, she takes out her wallet and places a 30 on the table. Acting as if the entire fucking café didn't just hear her say that.

“Keep the change”, her merry voice calls out to the very bewildered waiter. Before your blushing mess of a head can form a reply, she takes your trembling, drool covered hand, and exits the café.