Pairing: Kafka X Afab!reader

Pairing: Kafka x Afab!reader

Warnings: NSFW, use of strap, strap is referred to as cock,

Author’s Note: Repost

Minors DNI! | NSFW! under the cut

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She always did enjoy getting a reaction out of you. The sweet noises that escape your lips has Kafka wanting to bend you in half. She kept a slow but strong pace, taking note of each cry of pleasure that left your lips. It made her chuckle when she saw the fat tears welling in your eyes, ready to streak down on your face. Your makeup has long since been ruined after Kafka had you eat her out earlier.

“My sweet girl, taking me so well.” She purrs against your ear as she slowly guides you to your first orgasm of the night. Kafka’s gone for months at a time. You cherish the moments you have her in your bed as much as she does. Not seeing your beloved has led to many lustful sessions, both of you want nothing more than to feel every inch of each other’s bodies.

This time though, it's a little different. Kafka wasn’t rushing through things, deciding to go slow and sensual with each and every one of her actions. Fucking you gently while pressing sweet kisses on your neck, you can feel how she smiles against your skin. Holding you close, arms wrapped around your legs, her hips don’t stop their rhythm.

With each thrust of her hips, her eyes never once left your face. She watches as the silicon toy pounds into your pussy. Your body trembles under her ministrations, arching your body up towards her as the room echoes with the sound of your skin slapping against one another. Every movement drove the toy deeper into you in the repeated cycle of feeling empty and then full how she pulled away leaving only the tip before pushing the entire length back inside— letting the toy kiss your cervix every time.

The small choked gasps bubbling in the back of your throat. The way your stomach tenses and relaxes was a sign Kafka recognized immediately. Rolling her hips against yours, you cling around her neck, pulling her down into a messy kiss that Kafka moaned into continuing her thrusting without fail. You felt each drag against your walls as she tightened her grip on your hips.

“M’mm close…” You cried out between breaths. Every inch of your body shakes as you felt her cock pound into you, slowly picking up the pace when she hears the breath hitch in your throat. Kafka continued her relentless assault, dragging each stroke as your pussy starts clamping down on the toy.

Her hands snake around your thighs teasingly before lifting you so she can set them on her shoulders. You shutter as she hits that perfect spot in your core again and again until your cries surpass the sound of your hips fucking.

You don’t realize you’re crying until Kafka kisses away your tears. She hums in satisfaction as she goes rougher, slamming her hips. The creamy ring forming around the base of the strap had her getting worked up with desire. Getting to see your fucked out expression has her nails dig into the plush skin of your thighs.

“Go ahead, baby girl. Cum for me.” Kafka drawls out. Your teary eyes close shut as the pleasure rushes through you. She practically bends you in half— your legs reaching your ears as Kafka goes impossibly deep. You throw your head back with a loud moan of Kafka’s name, cumming as she toys with your puffy bud as you writhe in her hold.

“Atta girl…” She coos down at you. Kafka draws out the waves of pleasure for as long as possible. As much as she loves ruining you, she loved taking you so gently like this.

Your orgasm felt so long and intense— it felt like an eternity as you shake in her hold. Gradually, her hips slow, staying nestled in your sensitive folds, kissing your spent body with all the love and affection you deserve.

Her eyes focus on the messy sight below her as she slowly pulls out, leaving your pussy gaping and empty. You whine out at the feeling, and Kafka lets out a pleased hum as you catch your breath. Shaky and tired, your body quivers while she plants more kisses against your sweaty form. “You don’t need to do a thing.”

“I’ll be here when you wake up in the morning, just rest up and get some sleep.” She adds while removing the harness and you can hear the soft thud of the toy landing on the floor before Kafka climes into the bed with you once again. Your eyelids grow heavy when her lithe hands wrap around your torso as your body is overcome with exhaustion from the intensity.