#kafka hibino smut

[stunie]

what are ur headcanons for hoshina and kafka? not like fic hc but just like things you think fit them???? i've read up to volume two and just started watching it (lit watching episode 1 rn) and am curious

if we're talking nsfw tho, imho kafka would so do worship/praise. man's single and in his 30s. touches a titty and is just thankful for the opportunity DFLDJSFdsFJ

note: ok wait i haven’t done this type of lil paragraph thing in a while :’) but also omg euphie i’ve been dying to talk about them! (more specifically, hoshina has kinda been lurking in the back of my mind for a bit). also, if u wanted sfw ones too lemme know !! & btw i am also so so so excited for u to see a certain scene w hoshina <33

mdni. explicit smut (18+). 600 wc. f!reader

SOSHIRO HOSHINA.

Hoshina is a huge tease. I mean this as … he’ll decide to give you your usual morning kiss a little more passionate than usual- just enough to get your stomach all hot, but he doesn’t do anything past that. Except throughout the day, you think it’s kind of weird that he keeps accidentally brushing against you, crotch coincidentally pushing against the swell of your ass multiple times, but it’s not hard enough for you to be able to tell if it was deliberate. By the end of the day, you’re practically throwing yourself on him, to which he responds with “Ah— you’re a needy one, aren’t you?”

Also likes risk to some extent. After filling you up with his cum, he has you pull up your panties and go about your day. The sight of you all feverish and awkwardly rubbing your thighs together to try and keep his cum from dripping down your thighs really gets him going, and he’s not against the idea of leaning down every now and then to whisper what he’s planning on doing to you tonight— straight into the shell of your ear, and sometimes he’ll give it a teasing bite before he’s right back to normal. Honestly just likes the process and feeling he gets from getting you all pent up and needy.

Of course, edging. Absolutely thrives on the sound of your voice begging him to stop teasing and just give you what you need. It’s even more exciting when he listens to you, except now he gives you too much— and now you’re whining that you can’t take it, to which he reminds you that it was your idea from the start.

KAFKA HIBINO.

Has the nastiest breeding kink. I think he’d be weak from anything relating to this (i.e. is losing it when you’re soaked, when you squirt, when he cums on you, even the noises your sopping cunt makes from each thrust). Also drunk on the idea of just filling you to the brim, but more so because he just loves to watch his cum spill out of your cunt. Likes to dump it deep inside you, watch it leak out, then his finger comes to smear it with your own slick, pushing it back inside before he asks if you’re okay with another round.

Also … scratching. you asked him to put you in a mating press just once, and as soon as your nails first dug into his shoulders at the initial stretch, he knew it was over for him. He’s practically growling each time your nails rack up and down the muscles of his back, slamming his hips into you harder because he wants you to do that again and again. Also a sucker for when your legs wrap around him to pull him deeper inside you.

And i agree with the praise. I can picture him looming over you with a strong hand cradling your head against the crook of his neck. He’s completely breathless, but he’s still reminding you through a grunt every few minutes that you look so fucking good under him.

[galaxychaos78]

imagine getting fucked doggystyle by kafka hibino.

he's so much bigger than you. he practically towers over you as he has his arms wrapped gently around your waist, his big hands gently squeezing at your breasts. his moans are soft and a little whiny and he's muttering about how good your pussy feels and how he's sorry if he's hurting you.

he's so gentle, unlink his thrusts. fat breeder balls smack against your soaked pussy, hitting your swollen clit so good that it makes your head spin. you can feel his fat dick bulging slightly against your stomach, making you cry out into the pillows. he pulls out slightly before pushing his dick back in to the hilt, pressing your thighs together to have your pussy squeeze him so deliciously.

your words are slurred as he pounds away at you, his voice apologizing sweetly again and again as his dick fills out every inch of your pussy. he doesn't even warn you when he's cumming, pulling your ass tightly against his hips to fill you up with the fat globs of warm cum that pump out of him.

[witchy-scribblings]

hibino kafka? more like hubbyno kafka (mdni)

❀ kafka who loves kissing you more than anything, and will have his lips on you at any possible time. this clown here loves to press the wettest smooch on your cheek just as much as he loves kissing you softly while you rock to the sound of the news in the background.

❀ kafka who's always texting you. his name will constantly be popping up on your phone, be it to wish you a good day at work, to complain about some inconvenience at his job, or to remind you that he loves you for the seventh time that morning.

❀ kafka who had always been okay with his bachelor apartment looking like a wreck, but since he started dating you no dishes pile up in the sink, the trash is taken out, and the cleaning is kept up with.

❀ kafka who immediately started getting extra toothbrushes, towels and other supplies the moment your relationship started looking serious, in hopes that it would incite you to come over more often.

❀ kafka who thanks his lucky stars every time he gets to wake up next to you because holy shit how did a loser like him pull a beauty like you? (it's fine we love losers 'round here)

❀ kafka who can never get enough of slow mornings with you. he often has you staying over at his place, and his bathroom is too small to let you brush your teeth side by side, so he gets the next best thing: you straddling his hips while you sit on the counter, peacefully getting ready for the day.

❀ kafka who gets a little insecure sometimes, especially before becoming an officer. he doesn't need constant reassurance, but there are days when he can't help staring at the mirror a little longer, a little harsher.

❀ kafka who falls harder still when you assure him that his dad body is extremely sexy, and that you love that he's so big and warm he's literally perfect to cuddle with.

❀ kafka who feels so much better when he sees how happy wearing his huge baggy clothes makes you. he has had to give up too many hoodies to count at this point, not that he's complaining.

❀ on that note, kafka who loves it when you're wearing one of his oversized shirts and nothing else - well, except perhaps a pair or wooly thigh-high socks during the colder months. After all, the central heating in his apartment is pretty bad, so you have to work with what you have.

❀ kafka who presses down on your covered hamstrings to keep you folded nearly in half while his fat cock plunges in and out of your soaking wet pussy; he's obsessed with the unrestricted sight of the filthy mess he's making out of your swollen cunt.

❀ kafka who sometimes absently wonders if you would be okay with him shapeshifting to fuck you better. he knows that kaiju no. 8 looks scary as shit and that he still has a hard time controlling the extra strength, but some twisted part of him wants to see how much further he could push you (little does he know his fans are monsterfuckers)

❀ kafka who ultimately is a pretty vanilla lover who just lives for those moments late at night when he has you sitting back against his soft chest with your legs spread embarrassingly wide while his thick fingers play you like a goddamn fiddle.

❀ kafka who, yes, is 100% a giver in every aspect of your relationship. but boy does he turn into a whore whenever you pay some well-deserved attention to him. he'll take anything you're willing to offer, but worship his body and his cock with your hands and tongue and he's done for.

❀ kafka who is not shy per se, but he gets really horny really fast if you start dirty talking to him. it might take a little bit of confidence for him to reciprocate, but once he warms up he's pulling out all the "yes, baby, want your mouth on me so bad", or the "i'm not gonna stop until you make a fucking mess on my sheets, got it?"

❀ kafka who used to dread laundry day, but will now happily change his sheets everyday if it means he got to fuck you good the night before.

brother i’m so down bad for this himbo he’s making me have unholy thoughts on finals week

[mera-k1]

Kaiju No. 8 - make outs

kaiju no. 8 x gn!reader

-suggestive but nothing super explicit

Kafka has experience. Or so he'd like to say. He has to admit that you'd need to lead the way if you had experience with this sort of thing. That being said, the whole make out is so sweet even after saying he can let loose. Even with your hands pushing him deeper into the kiss, he still shows that he has some self control left. Somehow.

He can't help but tease you while you both make out. Hoshina loves the reactions you give him when he pulls away to whisper some teasing words in your ear before going right back to satisfying his lover with the passionate make out they asked for.

Contrary to what you might think, Iharu is actually quite loving towards you while making out. Once you really get him going with some teases, he'll get aggressive. He'd like the verbal okay from you though before he does. He'll pull away just to ask you in a quiet whisper before diving right back into your lips once you agree.

Gen is a riot to make out with. It's so messy and.. guess you could say passionate. He's truly so into it and you can tell. He wants you on his lap with your hands tangled in his hair while he's trying to pull you impossibly closer to him. It's almost impossible to guess what he might try to pull next and yet that just adds to the thrill as the room gets hotter.

[delirious-donna]

Kafka cannot find contentment until he’s got you folded beneath him. The breathy whines punched from your lungs are the sweetest sounds to him, coaxing him to move just that little bit faster, to hold the backs of your knees down a touch more firmly. He’s so gentle, so very cautious and considered, but on the nights he comes home to you after a big battle… it’s a different story.

Everything revolves around the raw emotions pounding through his body, the residual energy of the transformation humming beneath his skin and heightening his senses until they’re in overdrive. His stance widens against the dipped mattress, stomach tense from holding the position that ensures his engorged cockhead fucks right up against your pleasure spot with each delivered thrust. One orgasm isn’t enough, he’s chasing a high that you can only struggle to keep up with, gasping and clawing at his thickly corded biceps.

His body leans over you, head dipping to the swell of your breasts being squeezed together by folded thighs, tongue ringing each peaked nipple before he groans out the second he latches onto you. You’d swear his tongue felt longer than normal, the wet muscle flicking across your sensitive nipple until you mewled, holding his head to you in a demand of more. Your body bows to his whim, the power of his desire intoxicating and all-consuming.

In a moment of clarity when your next orgasm hit. he gifts you that warm grin you know all too well. The real Kafka peeks from behind the veil, his eyes losing the intensity ringing his irises and his rhythm slows whilst you catch your breath.

“Takin’ me so well, baby. You’ve got one more for me, right? Gonna wet me again so I can fill you up. Need… fuck… just stay with me. Close. We’re so close.”

[southside-otaku]

Not sure if it’s like the moon, season, or what but here I am writing AGAIN! Yay🥳 Anywho, here’s more for our Daddiest Kaiju Officer Kafka because I am now reading the manga because I am so down bad and so invested in this story!! As always this is a fem!reader but anyone can enjoy!

MDNI 18+

“Oooh fuck, Kafka!” Needless to say it was a great time for everyone to be at the training grounds right now. If anyone were around they would hear the obnoxious noises and vulgar comments being ripped out of your throat as your back hit the wall over and over from your boyfriend’s harsh thrusts.

“God baby, you feel so good. You bein’ a good girl for your handsome officer yeah?” Again he thrusts his fat cock up into your already sopping wet pussy. You give out a guttural moan hearing the squelch between your thighs which were burning trying to keep purchase on your boyfriend’s hips.

You could tell he was getting close by the way his large hands gripped your ass harder and his hips moved at an even faster pace- man has inhuman powers ya know he’s gotta put them to good use.

“A-aah! K-Kafka, baby, I can’t! I can’t anymore-“ he hushes you and kisses your already bruised lips in a passionate embrace attempting to calm you before he completely ruins you for the third time today. “Cmon Princess, I know you can take it. You fit my cock so well, no one else can do that. Cum f’me doll.” And with that you drench his awaiting cock in your juices as he fills you with his seed.

He rests his forehead on yours as the two of you catch your breath. “Damn mama, that was the best one yet. Hope nobody decided to head back early haha” he chuckles with that big goofy grin.

That night, however, when the boys were hanging out poor Ichikawa hardly said a word to his friends. He was never taking a training break to look for Kafka again.

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@i-literally-cant-with-this @kazutora-kurokawa @manji-hoe lmk if you wanna be apart of my taglist! I’m gonna try to write more!

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Giving Kafka Head

♡ NSFW, fem reader, oral->male receiving, face fucking, cum swallowing, mention of oral->fem receiving ♡

note: supposed to be doing a request right now, but the Kafka brainrot is too real so yeah lol

note 2: Sza was right when she said "I need a big boy" 😮‍💨

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It's quite obvious that Kafka gives the best head of any of your previous partners, especially when he's in his Kaiju form and uses his long tongue to explore every inch of your cunt. And he wouldn't hesitate to say that you give amazing head, he'd go as far as to say it's the best feeling he's ever felt in his life. The way your soft lips wrap around his girthy tip, tongue teasing it as you devour him whole. He's practically in heaven when he's in your mouth, and he's very vocal about it.

"F-fuck baby, just like that...your tongue feels so good, so fucking warm. Relax that pretty little throat for me, can you do that?"

His large hands cupped your face gently as he pushed further into your throat, slowly fucking your face. You had been at for less than an hour, yet you were an absolute mess. There were tear stains on your cheeks and a mix of drool and precum running down your chin from his fat dick stretching your mouth out. But you were determined to please him, speeding up your head bobs to match his thrusts and inadvertently gagging on his cock.

"Fuck, baby don't gag...just relax f'me and take it slow alright? Don't want you choking."

Despite his concern, he couldn't deny how sexy you looked, all needy and gagging on him. It made his dick twitch in the worst way and it didn't go unnoticed by you. He gripped your hair tightly as he felt you continue your fast movements, pulling your head slightly so he could look into your half-lidded, lust-filled eyes. You just looked so beautiful, so perfect for him. Who was he to deny what you were doing?

To deny the pleasure that you wanted to give him, the pleasure that only you could give him. He grunted softly, placing his rough hand on the back of your head and pushing your head as far down on his cock as possible, relishing in the way you gagged on him. His dick throbbed and twitched in your mouth as he came, shooting his warm load down your inviting throat and smirking when he felt you swallow.

He pulled out of your mouth, patting your head as you coughed and wiped your face with the back of your hand. His hand moved to your face, caressing it softly before tilting your chin up so he could look at you.

"You did so damn good f'me baby,"

His thumb swiped across your bottom lip, before slipping in your mouth and rubbing your soft, wet tongue.

"Think you can handle a little more?"

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[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: 😳. Iiiii ... Ok. So I'm never this creative to think of such things like ... oh, idk. Kafka likes to roleplay with his girl - kinda fucked up things. Like, being a little rough in bed. Both ways - roughing and being roughed up. Idk. I just totally see him being the best fucking husbando/boyfriendo ever. Sorry Draken, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, oh god, and Baji. ANYWAY. Yeah. This Kafka stuff just keeps oozing from my fingers and I'm in no hurry to stop. I hope you guys enjoy this!

C/W ::: Roleplay (on the rougher side - not violent, per se - but not like petting a kitten either ... no pun intended), unprotected P->V, hands-on stuff, a little tossing of the other person around but like I said, I don't think it's like, too too rough. You've read this far, heed the warning if you think this won't be for you =). That's why we put them here!

WC ::: Under 1,200 (I'm coming back around, you guys!!)

MDNI UNDER THE CUT PLEASE, THANK YOU.

You bite your bottom lip as Kafka growls against your skin. His words and his tone are harsh, but his touch … it’s painfully soft. The slight pressure of his mouth, the rasp of his tongue against the sensitive skin of your neck. It makes your stomach flutter, and your eyes roll back.

He breathes heavily against you as he moves his mouth lower, to your shoulder, then down, across your collarbone and back up again.

"You're sending me really, really mixed signals here, Kafka. You're mouth is literally saying one thing while your body does another."

"You don't say," he says.

"I do say."

He huffs and lifts his head to look you in the eyes, his own dark, pupils blown wide. "What do you want me to say?" he says, his voice low, rough. "That I like you?

"I mean, yeah. That would be nice. But maybe a little consistency first?"

"I like you," he says, "But I also hate you. So I don't know. What should I do?"

You try to shimmy away from him but his grip just tightens and there's no way you can get out of his arms.

He leans in, his breath tickling your ear and you shiver. "Do you want me to let you go?" he whispers.

"What I want is ..." You sigh, "What I want," you say slowly, "Is for you to get over yourself." You take a deep breath. "I know that you want me, at the very least. Why are you being so gentle and rough with me at the same time?"

He huffs. "It's complicated," he says. "I like you. I do. And .... But ..."

"But what?" You ask.

"But nothing. It's not important."

He looks down again at your body pressed into the mattress. His hands sliding down your shoulders to your elbows.

You try to wiggle your wrist free from his large hand. You want to grab him by the chin and make him look you in the eye, but he still has an unreasonably tight grip on you.

He glances at you through his lashes, his mouth curled into a devious smirk. "You want something, little one?"

You shout, "That's it! That's it! I've had enough of your patronizing. You're gonna get it now, Kafka."

You can feel your temperature rise and your willpower falter. Mustering every tiny little ounce of strength you have in your much smaller body you flip him over so he's on his back. Though you have a feeling that he went willingly. You don't care though. You're just happy that the tables have turned - in your favor, too.

For now, anyway.

You squat over him on the bed and straddle his torso, placing your knees on either side of his ears, careful not to put too much pressure on his chest.

He laughs at you and asks why you're not putting your full weight down on him. "You think you're gonna hurt me, you little fly."

You see him smile at you, a sharp-toothed grin. "Come on," he says, "You're not going to hurt me. I want you to give it your best shot, though. G'head."

You lean forward, putting your full weight on him and he laughs. "Oh-hoh, now you've done it," he says. "You should not have done that."

The laughter stops and his eyes narrow as you press your hand to his cheek, running your thumb across his bottom lip. He leans forward, trying to bite at your fingers and you pull your hand away, making him growl again. This time in frustration, you’re sure of it. 

You place your hand on his throat, pushing him back down onto the bed.

"Enough," you say, your voice low, barely more than a whisper. "It's time to stop playing around."

His eyes widen as you lean in, pressing your mouth against his. He stiffens at first, but then relaxes, his mouth opening under yours.

His tongue brushes against your lips, and you open for him, your own tongue meeting his.

You can taste the sweetness of his mouth, and the taste makes you hungry for more. You press closer, your teeth clicking together as you try to deepen the kiss.

Kafka wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as you continue to kiss. You feel his cock harden against your thigh and you moan.

You press your hips down, rubbing against him, his cock sliding against your pussy through the thin black lace of your underwear.

You break the kiss, panting, your body is on fire.

Kafka groans as you begin to rock your hips, grinding your pussy harder yet against his cock.

"Fuck," he whispers, his eyes glazed over, his lips swollen from your kiss.

You reach between you, grabbing his cock, squeezing it tightly as you stroke it, your hand sliding up and down his shaft.

"Do you want me?" you ask, leaning in, your lips brushing against his.

"Yes," he says, his voice rough, his breathing ragged. "Fuck yes."

"Then," you say, kissing him deeply. "take me, Kafka."

An animalistic sound escapes his throat as he flips you over onto your back, his body pressing you down into the bed.

You moan as he pushes his cock inside you, stretching you open. He fills you completely, his cock buried to the hilt in your pussy.

He begins to move, his thrusts slow and steady as he fucks you, his cock sliding in and out of you. Your walls squeeze him tightly.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you rock your hips, meeting his offerings.

You look up at him, face flushed.

He looks down at you, his expressions are intense, but he never shifts his focus. His movements become harder, faster. Almost desperate in his attempt to navigate this fare.

You gasp as you feel him hit just the right spot, making your vision blur. You dig your nails into his back, clinging to him as your orgasm hits you like a surprise wave. Despite knowing full well what the outcome of this would be, the result never ceases to amaze you.

He never ceases to amaze you.

Kafka groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. As he fucks you through your orgasm, he approaches his own.

He slams his cock into you one last time, his body going rigid as he begins to cum, his cock pulsing heavily as he fills you with all he's got.

You cling to him, your bodies pressed together, your heart racing as you both come down from the almost violent release of energy.

Kafka rests his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged.

"You are amazing," he whispers. "Absolutely … fucking ... amazing."

You smile and kiss him softly, your fingers stroking his cheek. "I almost believed you for a minute there, Kaf. Your growly voice is super sexy, but my god. I thought you were a little pissed for a second. Let's do this again. Soon, mm?"

You lift his chin to take stock of his face and you know you'll never tire of seeing his kind eyes looking back at you. "Hey, I love you, you know."

You can't see it, but you're pretty sure he's blushing. The heat radiating from his face against your shoulder washed up like a sunrise; It was slow, but you felt every little prickle of warmth overtake everything it touched.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin.

"I love you too," he whispers. "You know I do. You know I'll never stop, yeah?"

You smile and close your eyes, letting the near total darkness of the room wrap you both up in a blanket of promises.

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[rae-writes]

Hot

nsfw; gn!reader, monster fucking!! || 0.4k || I've just binged watched Kn8, loved it, so...tada:

Kafka tended to keep his wild and out of pocket thoughts to himself— both because he didn’t want you to think he was weird and because he was kind of embarrassed at the nasty things his brain supplied him at random intervals. 

His Kaiju form didn’t have genitalia, but…

He can’t resist the urge one day as he eats you out, body thrumming with desire and the need for more of your taste. 

So without even thinking, he transforms his jaw area until it’s all sharp teeth and tongue: and he uses the wickedly long muscle to reach even deeper as he shoves it inside your hole. 

The unexpectedness has you crying out and jerking, eyes snapping open to watch. The sight was…fucking hot, watching your partly transformed boyfriend eagerly please you like he’d never tasted anything better in his life. 

A sharp tug at his hair has him moaning out, eyes tingeing blue at your senseless babbles of praise; telling him how good he was, how good he was making you feel, how hot it was.

His dirty thoughts didn’t end at just using his mouth, though. After seeing you so receptive and willing to his transformation in the bedroom, they kept swirling more and more out of control. 

It had him eventually dragging you off after a completed mission, away from the eyes and ears of any of your friends and comrades. 

He’s fully transformed before you can even ask what was going on, large form dumping itself onto the ground and desperately dragging you with. 

Everything blurs together for a moment before you find yourself essentially making out with his Kaiju form— tongue lapping and tangling with his longer one— while you grind against his armored thigh. 

His outer layer was strong enough that you could feel it flush through your suit, and maybe it was the risk of it all that made your stomach clench, or the fact that this was the hottest thing you’ve possibly ever done. 

You couldn’t explain it— Kafka himself was such a fine piece of work and you had no shame in drooling over him any time of the day, and it just carried over into his other appearance as well. 

It’s something that has him rolling his eyes into the back of his skull nearly, even in this form. Liquid heat spreads all over him, sharp coils of confidence and infatuation licking at him, because fuck—

There’s his drop dead gorgeous partner, dry humping his monstrous frame, all because of an intrusive thought of his. 

The second you cum over him, his dark bluish-black armor is flaking and chipping away as he sheds his Kaiju layer, needing so desperately to really fuck you.

And while he can’t fuck you in his Kaiju form, maybe he could transform just his legs to pound at you like he was still in that form... 

[geekgirl-1717]

ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ!

ᴋᴀꜰᴋᴀ ʜɪʙɪɴᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

+18 CONTENT/NSFW. MDNI

Tags: AFAB + implied fem! reader, kinda monster-fucking ? kafka does a very partial transformation into kaiju form, oral (f! receiving), tongue-fucking, squirting, overstimulation, kafka is a little bit of a soft dom, mentions of oral (m! receiving), 2nd person, no use of (y/n). banner is from @roseschoices !

oh shit sorry guys my hands slipped I accidentally wrote 2k+ words of lowkey monster-fucker smut oops

it felt like hours since kafka had first settled himself between your thighs, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you with his sweet yet sinful tongue. during times like this, you were convinced kafka ate you out for his pleasure just as much as yours.

by this point, you were teetering on the edge of consciousness. the pleasure was immense, just shy of overwhelming, but you felt like you were floating all the same.

kafka’s voice brought you back down to earth.

“do you trust me?"

those words were mumbled into your skin, his hot breath tickling your bare thighs. your head was filled with cotton, hazy and nearly spent from the pleasure kafka had been lavishing you with. but even in your pleasure-drunken state, you instinctually nodded. you knew you could always trust kafka, and right now was no different.

kafka gave you a beaming smile before directing his attention back to your dripping pussy. you let your head fall back against the pillows, reaching down to gently thread your fingers through kafka’s hair as you anticipated the return of his gentle ministrations.

you nearly yanked a chunk of his locks from his poor head, however, when a foreign yet overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation penetrated your core. it was soft and wet, yet too impossibly long to be his tongue, brushing against spots deep within you that even your own fingers could never reach.

“kafka- oh god. fuck. what’re you- ohhh fuck.”

you could hardly think straight, much less speak. with tremendous effort, you lifted your gaze enough to see whatever kafka was doing between your legs. you looked just in time to see it was a tongue, thick and probing and definitely not human, slithering back into kafka’s mouth. a set of sharp teeth now extended up his cheeks almost to his ears. you’d seen him like this a few times, when he would accidentally leave behind traces of his kaiju form before he gained better control over his ability.

although this time, it certainly wasn’t an accident.

kafka was fixing you with an almost bashful look. despite now having a visage that most would deem terrifying, you found it endearing.

“is this- uh. is this… okay?”

his voice came out deep and raspy, sending a shockwave of arousal up your spine. if you felt like your head was spinning before, you were absolutely reeling now. it was all a bit sudden, but you would be lying if you said it didn’t stir something deep within you.

“y-yeah, you can keep going, baby.”

kafka appeared relieved, before a look of determination crossed his face.

“i’ll be gentle, sweetheart. i promise.”

you knew he would be. he always was. his caring nature shone through in every facet of his life, but he was especially so gentle with you during sex, caressing your body as though it were made of glass and stopping immediately at the slightest hint of discomfort.

he started by softly running his tongue up and down the length of your folds, as if to test the waters. his tongue then trailed its way up to your clit, prodding and curling around the sensitive bud. the pleasure was immense, even from such a simple ministration, and it caused your hips to twitch involuntarily.

kafka pulled away immediately, causing you to let out a soft whine. he caressed your thighs in a soothing manner, that gravely voice reaching your ears once again.

“was that alright? are you still okay with this?”

you had to stop yourself from groaning in frustration. you knew this was just kafka’s nature, his way of ensuring your comfort and well-being, but god did you wish he would stop holding himself back in moments like this.

“please, please don’t stop. i-i’ll tell you if ‘s too much but please- just keep going.”

you were sure you sounded pathetic, begging and pleading when he’d barely done anything to you, but you couldn’t handle kafka’s unintentional teasing for much longer.

kafka tensed momentarily, but steeled himself before returning to the task at hand.

little did you know, kafka had been having very similar thoughts as yours. he would never even dream of hurting you in any way, but he would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t want to let loose sometimes, allowing his lust and devotion for you to fully consume his thoughts and actions.

maybe it was something to do with his monstrous transformation, albeit partial, but he was finding it more and more difficult to restrain himself. his senses were heightened. your smell, your sweet moans and whines, all of it was driving him crazy.

kafka’s hands came up to wrap around your legs, pulling you closer to his eager mouth. that enormous tongue lolled out of his mouth again, slurping through your folds with more fervor. he was able to use the flat of his long tongue to grind against your clit while the tip snaked down to tease at your entrance.

“shit! so good- so good. don’t stop.”

your hand found its way back into his hair, using it as an anchor to keep yourself grounded through the mind-numbing pleasure. you were going to end up giving this poor man a bald spot with how hard you had been gripping the strands, but kafka hardly seemed to care. your words of praise combined with the tinge of pain from your tugging made him let out what you could only call a growl, a deep and primal noise that reverberated through your core.

his tongue moved down lower, focusing its attention solely on your dripping hole. you were already soaked from your previous orgasms, but he continued lapping up your slick like a man starved. your hips jerked and twitched wildly, something kafka didn’t seem to like.

he curled his arms around the backs of your thighs, solidly holding you in place. he let out another toe-curling growl before speaking in that sinfully raspy voice.

“stop squirming.”

it was such a simple command, one he only intended to give so he wouldn’t accidentally scratch you with his fangs, but it sent a white-hot rush of pleasure between your legs. you could only whine in response, reaching your free hand up behind your head to tangle in the sheets. you forced yourself to remain still, tilting your gaze up to fix kafka with a pleading look.

kafka couldn’t quite smile, but you could see the satisfaction in his eyes as he squeezed the fat of your thighs.

“atta girl.”

you hardly had time to process his words before he was absolutely devouring you.

his tongue plunged into your needy hole, stroking and pressing against your walls. the tip brushed gently against your cervix, and you felt your eyes roll back at the sensation. kafka’s strong grip on your thighs ensured you remained open and pliant for him, leaving you no choice but to lay back and take everything he was giving you.

he began thrusting his tongue in and out of you, essentially fucking you with the monstrous organ. it was hot and wet and unlike anything you’d ever felt before, a pleasure that no one else but him could deliver.

your moans and whimpers reverberated off the walls. you were too far gone to worry about keeping quiet, and kafka was reveling in each and every noise. by this point, he was thoroughly drunk off your taste, your heady scent, your cries of ecstasy. he began grinding his throbbing cock into the mattress, chasing his pleasure as rapidly as he was delivering yours.

you shrieked as kafka suddenly yanked you impossibly closer, burying his face in your heat. his sharp fangs brushed against your clit and the soft skin of your inner thighs, adding yet another dizzying sensation. all the while, kafka continued to fuck you on his tongue, prodding against spots that had the coil in the pit of your stomach winding tighter and tighter.

“a-ah god. please, kafka. pleasepleaseplease!”

you weren’t even sure what you were begging for, pleasure clouding your mind and slurring your words in a messy jumble. but as if knowing exactly what you needed, kafka tilted his head and angled his tongue upwards, pressing against a particularly sensitive spot within you.

“fuck- kafka!”

you were nearly sobbing now, your vision going white as kafka thrust his tongue against that spot relentlessly. your legs were shaking, the pleasure in your core building into something more intense and unfamiliar.

“wait, wait! kafka- oh fuck! too much, ‘s too much!”

you pushed against kafka’s heads futilely, but his grip on your legs only tightened. lust had consumed his instincts entirely as he continued to rut into the mattress, never once letting up on his pleasurable assault on your cunt.

it was all too much for you to handle. this new, dominant side to kafka, the addictingly teasing scratch of his goatee and sharp fangs against your heated skin, his tongue seemingly devouring you from the inside out, all of it made the tension in your stomach finally snap.

your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as your orgasm crashed over you, and you swore you nearly blacked out from the intensity. you barely registered the hot rush of liquid gushing from your core, soaking the sheets beneath you and dripping down kafka’s chin.

your back curved into a near-painful arch, your legs kicking out and thighs clamping hard around kafka’s head as your body couldn’t decide whether to escape from or indulge in the overwhelming pleasure wracking your body.

kafka didn’t leave you much of a choice, however. his hands traveled from your thighs to your hips, holding you down against the mattress with a fierce grip you were sure would leave behind bruises (not that you really minded) as he tongue worked relentlessly to prolong your orgasm as much as possible.

even after you came down from your pleasure high, kafka’s tongue continued to probe lazily around your spent hole, lapping up the rest of your remaining juices. your hand released its death grip on his scalp to push weakly at his head.

“too much, baby. i can’t-.”

you managed to slur out. thankfully, kafka relented, finally retracting his tongue and allowing you a reprieve.

you could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears. you vaguely registered kafka calling your name, but it sounded muffled and distant, as though you were underwater. still, you managed to crack your eyes open to see kafka, having reverted to his normal state, hovering over you and gazing down with a look of concern.

“love, are you okay? was that too much? shit, i’m so sorry-"

you managed a weak chuckle, reaching a hand up to gently card through kafka’s hair. whatever beast had been unleashed before was now satiated, with kafka back to his usual doting self.

“‘m fine baby. it was so good. you’re so good to me.”

kafka sighed in relief before leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your lips. his goatee was still coated in your wetness, but neither of you could bring yourselves to care.

returning the favor to kafka briefly crossed your mind, but as he pressed himself closer to deepen the kiss, you felt a damp spot on his boxers pressing into your leg. the knowledge that kafka had been rutting into the mattress, getting himself off on your pleasure alone, made a dull throb pulse in your core, but the fatigue settling into every nook and cranny of your body pushed away any thoughts of another round.

kafka flopped down next to you before wrapping his arms around your waist. you snuggled against his bare chest, basking in the peaceful silence that enveloped you two.

after a few moments, you propped yourself up so you were face to face with kafka, a teasing grin spreading across your features.

“so, where did that come from, hm?”

kafka flushed red with embarrassment. unable to make eye contact with you, he stumbled over his words.

“well, uh- you know- i-i just wanted to make you feel good. but i didn’t wanna scare you or anything! a-and i didn’t wanna do too much, so i felt like this was a good place to start, ya know?”

you giggled, leaning in closer and fixing him with a sultry look.

“'a good place to start,' huh? sounds like you’ve put a lot of thought into this. tell me, do you have any other ideas about how you could put your powers to good use?”

you emphasized your question with a wink, relishing in the way kafka’s face became impossibly redder. he squeezed his eyes shut and pulled you snug against him so you could no longer look at him.

“you- you must be really tired! we should take a nap now!”

you laughed out loud, but conceded, ceasing your teasing for the time being so you both could get some well-needed rest.

the bedsheets needed to be cleaned, and you and kafka both were in desperate need of a shower. you also apparently had a lot to discuss with him about your latest discoveries in the bedroom. but all of that could wait until later.

for now, you were happy right where you were.

[kpopluvr95]

There's just not enough Kafka Hibino smut, and it makes me sooo sad😭😭. If you're reading this, PLEASE help a sista out, I beg of you.

[stunie]

kn8. kafka x f!reader, explicit smut + pet names, not proofread >_<

“Ah— s-shit,” Kafka groans from above you when his cock slips out of your drooling cunt, brows furrowed and arms flexing tight around your hips as he yanks you back against his own. You’re squealing into the sheets as soon as his length buries its entirety back inside you, back arched and hands scrambling to get a better grip on the sheets so you’re not getting fucked completely off the bed.

“Gotta hold on a lil tighter for me— princess.” His groan trails off into a deep growl when your walls clench around him in response. “Gonna let me make you feel good. Okay?”

“Mmmph…!” You nod with a moan straight into the mattress, breath getting knocked out of you from each slam of his hips. His cock is almost pulling completely out before he’s buried balls deep inside you again, fat tip kissing your cervix each time he bottoms out. “‘M t-trying.” You gasp when he’s hitting an unfamiliar spot inside you, slick spilling down your thighs and down onto the mattress, and you swear you might actually feel him in your stomach.

Slick— it was everywhere now. Down your thighs, covering his hips, all over his fingers— even his mouth.

“‘S okay.” His voice is just above a growl now, and his head falls back with a loud gasp when he feels you tighten up, moans suddenly much louder and he knows you’re only seconds away from gushing all over him. “I’ve got you— fuck, do you always have to squeeze like that? S-shit, gonna fill you up soon—”

You scream when a large hand pushes down at your upper back, keeping you still when his pace starts to falter, instincts kicking in as he fucks you senseless into your own mattress. A print. He thinks he’s gonna leave an imprint of his dick from how hard he’s going— gonna keep going until he’s sure your pussy’s only conditioned to take him.

“Stay spread.” His voice is shaky through a clenched jaw, and the hands around your hips are pulling you back to meet him halfway. “That’s it— just like that. Good, good girl.”

[rose-riot-johnson]

Guess what my Tumblr Peeps😁I've finally decided to give writing a fanfic about a Kaiju No 8 character a try and it's non other than Kafka Hibino😃👍When it comes to writing about a fanfic about him, I am excited to write a fanfic about him and I have tons of ideas in my head on what to write😃💡

*This fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs (mostly in the end of this fanfic)😅

💚I'll Never Be Satisfied, Until I See For Myself That I Shown You Enough Of My Appreciation For You, With My Love For You💚(Kafka Hibino x Female Reader)

Genres: Smut (Warning +18 ⚠️: Language, Nudity, sexual contact (including Oral (both receiving) (cock sucking and pussy eating), thigh and ass touching, ass grabbing, vaginal penetration, boob touching, gentle nipple pinching), Praise Kink, And A Hickey)

You actually got to meet Kafka, when he first saved your life from a very bad Kaiju and after he defeated a Kaiju. You became surprised about the fact that he was willing to exchange cellphone numbers with eachother, which was after you asked him about having his cellphone number. Months later you managed to see him in his Kaiju No. 8 form (up to reader's imagination on how and/or when the reader had seen Kafka in his Kaiju No. 8 form), which has not only gotten you excited, however it also has you suspecting that him using his Kaiju No. 8 form might have something to do with how he managed to save your life, prior to you meeting him, so your relationship with him has became official, eversince then.

With living in the same home as your boyfriend Kafka is the usual route that is mainly sometimes him coming home after fighting Kaiju with wounds wll that either he would take care of himself or you helping take care of his wounds or both and sometimes you getting tired out from (reader's occupation)(especially when you end up having a rough day during (your) work) to the point you felt bad for not being able to do the chores or not bei g able to help him. Every you do apologize for not being able help with with chores or do chores due to (you) feeling tired and/or sick, because of the fact you would feel terrible about not being able to do so for any reason, he would assure you that there's no need to apologize and your health is very important to him (if he's being honest your life is more important to him than having chores get done).

Kafka does try to make you feel better while being honest about your health and life being very important to him and in his eyes you were being too hard on yourself whenever you're unable to do chores or even help him do it for any reason, however you felt deep down it wasn't just about that. You felt like deep down you haven't shown him how much you appreciate everything he had ever did for you, especially with taking care of you and saving your life. You just will never be satisfied until you fully show him how much you appreciate him and you don't just want to hear it from him despite of you knowing he was telling you the truth. You also want to see his expressions and him feeling your appreciation, for yourself.

One night, you came up with a plan to show Kafka, how much you appreciate him and having him feel the appreciation you're about to show him. Once he came home from fighting the bad Kaiju, you decided to check on him for any wounds and surprisingly he didn't have any wounds, however once he sat down on one of the chairs in the kitchen you decided to give him a back, shoulder, and arm massage, as he goes, "I'm surprised you're massaging me like this, (Female Reader Name)... What's the occasion, sweetie?". "I don't think there's an exact specific occasion really, Kafka... I just figured I'd really show you how much I appreciate you and stuff... Even tough it will be your night, I will also take extra care of you, babe...", you replied with your sweet talking, as you sneakily unbuckle his belt, then quietly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, knowing he's distracted with your conversation with him and with taking his shirt off, before going back to massaging him and asking, "Would you like anything to eat hun?".

Kafka was then confused as he replied, "I thought, I had the dinner you made me before my mission to fight another Kaiju, (Female Reader Name)?". You continued to massage his back, shoulders, and arms, as you whispered in his ear, "What about (dessert or a midnight snack)? I clearly remember that you haven't had dessert nor any snacks in a while, so let me treat you. Go on... Lay on the bed while I get dessert set up for you.", before you kissed him on one of his facial cheeks and stopped giving him a back, shoulder, arm massage, as you let him stand up, as his pants completely fell down. Before he was able to make an attempt to pull his pants back up and ask about how his pants feel down, you played innocent pretending you didn't notice his hard on, when you cooed, "Oh... What a surprise that your pants ended up falling down... Oh well... It might end up getting toasty in here later, so you might want to leave your pants off...".

Despite Kafka giving you a weird look on his face, he did what you asked, by finishing getting his pants removed and handing you that same pair of pants that fell off on him and replied, "I guess you're right, my weather lady... It still feels a little toasty inside the place, even after I took my shirt off... I should have remembered that you know, so well...", before winking at you, as he went inside the bedroom he shares with you, turned on the air conditioner, then lay on the bed, while he's waiting for you, as he's trying to figure out how his pants fell down. He was also thinking about what you mentioned about "toasty" in here, as he decided to pull his boxers down just to his knees, so he can keep his dick cooled down a little, then he saw you completely naked. He clearly doesn't know what he's blushing (and speechless) about more, the fact that you walked in the room after he pulled his boxers to his knees with his dick hanging out or the fact that you came inside the room, where he can see you completely naked.

Kafka then figured out you might be up to something, as he mentioned, "Since you walked in the room completely naked, what's your plan actually? Something tells me that my pants weren't unbuttoned nor unzipped... Infact my belt wasn't even unbuckled... Atleast not until you decided to massage my back, shoulders, and arms... What are you really planning, since you're not actually going to make me (desert or a midnight snack)?". You only answered him with, "You'll see...", before you happily continued, "And look... You even had your cock out just for me... I knew you were hard... I just didn't know you'd be this hard for me...", proceeding to get on the bed to get on top of him, as you sat on his face with your pussy inside of his mouth, giving him no other choice, except to eat and lick your pussy, while you stroke his cock, before putting his cock inside of your mouth.

Once you started sucking on his cock, you could instantly hear Kafka muffling, as if he has trouble holding back a moan, so you decided to deep throat his dick to see, if he does anything else. After he felt you deep throating his cock, he put his hands on the back of your thighs, then quickly moving his hands to your ass, proceeding to grab rough enough, as one of his attempts of letting you know he enjoyed how you we're sucking on his hard cock and the way you were deep throating, too. He also dined on your pussy, while trailing his tongue on your clit (considering that your pussy is still in his mouth, from you sitting on his face), as he would open his eyes on and off, looking at your ass (and still holding on to your ass) out of his enjoyment of what you're doing with him.

A few minutes later, you touched his hand to let him know that you're going to finally get off his face, as he then realized that you're done sucking and deep throating his dick. You turned around, then cooed, "I can't have you be finished yet, babe... We're just getting started, my precious... I really want to continue showing you my appreciation in a different way, darlin... I would love to hear your voice and actually hear your words, as I continue making you feel, so good... Let me show you, how much of a good girl I can be for you, Kafka...", proceeding to kiss his lips quick before you start riding on his hard cock. Once you started riding on his dick, the walls of your pussy hole already started to tighten around his cock, as he groaned and praised, "Fuck, (Female Reader Name)... Were planning this.. Oh God! The whole time? Fuck! Your pussy is always amazing on my dick, even tough you really are making a mess out of me, this time...", as he kept moving his hands to your hips, then to your sides, then to your boobs to gently, pinch your nipples, then sliding down on your sides to get his hands back to your hips, as he continued (with atleast a moaning, slight praise), "Please, (Female Reader Name)... You're taking such amazing care of me, in a unexpected way... Just please don't stop riding me like like this until I fill your pussy full... I need you... I need you to continue making a mess of me until I empty my cum inside of you... I'm begging you, my miss sugar angel!", as you were able to tell he was already, starting to get very pussy drunk and he was also showing his expressions on his blushing, face that he was feeling more than satisfied on how you were (and are) taking care of him.

You then replied as you groaned, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, handsome... I'm more than happy to hear you express how you truly feel about how I'm taking care of you, like this... And it's not just your praises that satisfied me... I can also tell from seeing your expressions on your cute and blushy face, that you're more than satisfied with how much I'm showing you my appreciation for you, this time, which made more very satisfied to see you satisfied, honestly... Since you don't want me to stop until you're emptied, to tell you the truth, I don't want to stop until then either, my sexy Kaiju...", which made Kafka blush even more, as you then continued to ride his cock, with his hand gripping on your hips, so gently. His whimpers and your moans then started to fill the room, the longer you kept riding on his cock. He would then move his hands from your hips to your ass, as he started to grab your ass roughly.

Kafka somehow managed to get himself to sit up, while roughly grabbing your ass and you continuing to ride him, before you proceeded to put a hickey on his left side of his necks, as he then loudly whimpered, "(Female Reader Name)! I think I'm going into a climax!". Once he emptied himself inside of your swollen hole, he wrapped his arms around you and you wrapped your arms around him, laying your head on his left shoulder. "You did such an amazing job with taking care of me hun... I really appreciate it, beautiful... Because of you this has to be the best night ever...", Kafka praised, proceeding to pet the back of your head and holding you a little tightly. "I'm glad Hibino... I'm truly am happy to finally be able show you, how much I really appreciate you and since I've seen your expressions, your (tones of your) voice, and feeling your enjoyment on what I'm doing with you and your body, I can now be satisfied with knowing that I more than satisfied you, which I have been wanting to do for you, babe...".

"I honestly, am more than satisfied with what you're doing with me... I'm surprised... I also get satisfied when I get to see you in general... Wheather it's waking up next to you in the morning or coming home from fighting Kaiju, when we snuggle together, you name it! While we do get our off days, just being able to see your face, hear your voice, and even snuggling with you can really satisfy me hun...", Kafka replied, so happily before he loosen his hug to look at you and continued, "Tell you what, (Female Reader Name)... Maybe one day... Or night... I might satisfy you and pleasure you in a way or in ways you wouldn't ever expect me to...", giving you a smirk on his face. You blushed as you replied, "I can tell you're trying to be cute with talking about satisfying and pleasuring me and I clearly think you can always be cute without trying... I love you, Kafka...", proceeding to kiss one of the sides of his facial cheeks. He blushed and replied back, "I love you too, (Female Reader Name)...", before Kafka decided kiss you into a lip locking sensation, which you enjoyed it from him to the point where you locked lips together. Next day when Kafka Hibino was patrolling with Reno Ichikawa and Iharu Furuhashi to see, of there are any bad Kaiju they needed to fight, Iharu joked, "Hey Kafka! You lost to a vacuum cleaner when you got home last night?", trying to hide his giggling and wanting to see, if Kafka realizes you put a hickey on him, leaving both Reno and Kafka confused, as Kafka replied, "What vacuum cleaner? I haven't touched any vacuum cleaners last night?", before Iharu giggled and replied back, "I meant your girlfriend must have left you a nice hickey on the left side of your neck!", as he then happily continued, "In all seriousness, she is definitely a good woman for you, since she left her mark on you and she must have shown you some love...", wanting to shake hands with Kafka, before Reno used a mirror he must have brought with him for Kafka to see for himself, as he tried to hide his happy blushing, after he realized that you must have put a hickey on him, while you were riding on Kafka's dick that night. He would then mumble to himself, "One of these nights... I'm going to definitely show her the lovin' she'll never forget... I will definitely show, (Female Reader) a good time for putting a hickey on me...", before he smirked, while still blushing.

💚The End💚

I really did my best with putting alot of thought into the fanfic and I do hope you enjoyed this fanfic about Kafka, especially with the ending, which the ending was last minute honestly😃👍While in ways this fanfic is similar to atleast some of the other smut fanfics, however in ways I decided to write it a different way😁👍If there are any errors in grammar or spelling I did rush the fanfic and/or forgot to proof read it first, the fact I really got excited to write this (or any) fanfic about Kafka (regardless of any genres (even if I was write about another genre instead of smut) and wanted to try different ways of writing this Kafka fanfic than I typically writing storyline wise😅😃👍The reason(s) why I'm inspired to write a fanfic about him is because I have seen posts mentioning about the Kaiju No 8 manga, then one day I decided to read one of the volumes of Kaiju No. 8 months ago and I really enjoyed the manga, so when I found out about the anime version of Kaiju No. 8, I was happy about it, and from watching the anime I like the anime (so far) and Kafka Hibino is definitely my favorite character from Kaiju No. 8 right now, so I just have my reasons💚😁👍I do hope to write about Kafka again one day, because I might have an idea or so on how I want to write it, considering I had fun writing this fanfic and I'm hoping you had fun reading this fanfic about Kafka, as well😃👍

[witchy-scribblings]

things hibino kafka likes to say in bed (mdni)…

❀ "we can stop at any time, okay? it's never too late to change your mind, got it?"

❀ “you make me so hard, god, you're so sexy. what did i do to deserve you?"

❀ "can i play with your tits? i love how soft they are."

❀ *unintelligible tit-sucking gibberish*

❀ "b-baby, you don't need to do that, i'm more than happy just taking care of y- oh, shit your tongue feels so good...!"

❀ "oh my god, take it deeper please-! i love seeing you gag on it, please do that again..."

❀ "y-yess, good girl, my pretty girl, sucking my dick so well... fuck, i'm not gonna last, where do you want it?"

❀ "wait, lemme get you a tissue, you really don't have to swallow- oooh, okay that was hot, actually."

❀ "please, sit on my face, i promise i can take it... fuck, you can smother me for all i care, i need your pussy on my mouth now."

❀ "nonono, baby don't run away, i know it's a lot, but you can take it, i know you can."

❀ "c'mon baby, soak my face. grind on my fucking face until you come, just use me please."

❀ "that's it, that's it, such a good fucking girl, holy shit..."

❀ "heh, your legs are shaking babe, how 'bout you leave the rest to your trusty boyfriend?"

❀ "are you comfortable, baby? i'm glad, i'm really comfy too. i love feeling your legs around my hips..."

❀ "god, i'm so lucky, i love you so much, you look so gorgeous looking up at me..."

❀ "i'm gonna put it in, 'kay? i'll go slow, i promise... wanna make my baby feel good."

❀ "fuck, you always feel so tight... i'm not hurting you, am i? okay, good, good..."

❀ "g-gonna make love to my beautiful princess... please, moan for me, i need to hear how good i'm making you feel."

❀ *pant* *pant* "hold on, i need a second..." *wheeze* "pfft, zip it, i'm not twenty anymore-!"

❀ "can you rub that little clit for me? that's it, just the way you like it, keep going..."

❀ "god, i can feel you clenching on me... i'm so close. ooh, you're gonna make me come...!"

❀ "p-please, i need your lips, kiss me more..."

❀ "ohh, fuck, i'm coming! feels so good, i'm sorry, fuck, fuck...!"

❀ "shit... i'm so sorry, princess. wait, lemme make it up to you. gonna make you come on my fingers, yeah?"

❀ "that's it, lie back against me and spread those gorgeous legs wide. heh, i can feel my come oozing out. so dirty..."

❀ "you're close again, aren't you? hey, look at me... that's it, good girl. wanna look into your eyes when you come."

❀ "here, drink some water, i'm gonna go grab a towel." *smooch* "you did wonderful, princess."

❀ "remember to go pee, babe, then we can cuddle all you want."

❀ "you make me the luckiest guy on earth, did you know? i know i'm probably starting to sound like a broken record, but i love you, a lot. truly. thank you for being in my life."

taglist: @flametrashira @i-literally-cant-with-this @southside-otaku @delirious-donna @kazutora-kurokawa

[teeheemarie]

✨ The Goddess of the Night ✨

Kafka x female reader (thick woman)

Orange text is him talking/his thoughts

NSFW, Smut, One Night Stand, Sex

2.7k words

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It’s been awhile since he felt this. His dark brown eyes looked at your thick curves and a subtle blush formed on his cheeks, “Umm hey”, his voice is mature and deep. You tuck your hair behind your ear and smile, “Hi! I’m y/n.” Your eyes scan his tall build. He is beefy with a slight dad bod and that blush on his cheeks was enough to make your thoughts run wild. How else could you get him to blush….

“I’m Kafka” he says smiling widely and the blush still on his cheeks. “I’m not exactly used to doing this but umm would you like to hang out away from this bar?”, his voice was hopeful, even slightly desperate. You can tell it’s been awhile since he has hit on a woman, hell, it’s probably been awhile since he has talked to one. You usually don’t do this kind of stuff either, but between him blushing and being slightly desperate, who could resist. “Sure. I would love to Kafka,” your voice was soft and soothing, like a shot of honey. Kafka smiles and gently grabs your arm and leads you out the bar.

He smells of cigarettes, beer and soap. A smell that would usually repel you is suddenly consuming you. Making you walk closer to him. His grip on your arm is firm yet gentle, his brown eyes occasionally look down at you. You notice him biting his lip slightly as he gets closer to an apartment building. What you can’t hear is how fast his heart is beating. Damn! She’s so fine. Her curves look so yummy and her plump lips…fuck. He adjusts slightly while he walks you up to his room. Your eyes catch notice of the bulge slowly forming in his pants. Your heart quickens knowing damn well he is big down there.

Kafka opens the door and leads you into his apartment. “Sorry it’s not exactly clean,” he pauses, “umm would you like something to drink?” He stops near his bed as you take a minute to look around. His apartment is small: a studio apartment. His bed is essentially his couch. His kitchen is semi small and there’s two doors besides the front door: bathroom and closet. “Just a beer is fine,” you smile at him. He nods and smiles widely as he opens the beer bottle and hands it to you. He watches you as your lips press to the bottle and you take a sip. His eyes travel down from your lips to your neck. He pauses, collecting his thoughts and continues staring, his eyes going further down your body. He bites his lip as his eyes scan down to your cleavage. Your breasts look voluptuous in the dress you are wearing. He swallows hard as his eyes bashfully trail further down to your big hips, thick thighs and big ass. He closes his eyes and bites his lip harder, almost drawing blood. Fuck. Her entire body is a grown man’s dream…hell fantasy. Her plump lips pressed against the bottle, big breasts, thick frame. His pants tighten in his groin area. “You okay?” you ask him as you watch him. You already know what’s going through his head and quite frankly seeing a man like him fantasize about you is making you hot and bothered. You can feel yourself just getting wet from how his eyes are closed tightly and the way he’s biting his lip hard.

Kafka hesitates for a moment before letting out a slow shaky breath, “No…you are the sexiest woman I’ve seen and right now I’m so hard for you.” Your eyes widen as you stare at him. Blunt, straightforward, sexy, dad bod, beefy, tall, and desperate…what more could a woman want. You smirk and set down your beer on the nightstand. You walk over to him so that you are inches away from him. “Sexiest woman?”, you ask as your hand gently pulls on his shirt.

Kafka swallows hard again, his eyes filling lust and desire as he can smell your sweet, sexy perfume and your hand pulling his shirt. In a shaky voice he responds, “Y-yes”.

Your eyes look into his lust filled eyes. His warm, shaky breath hits your face. You can tell he is on the edge and his desperation is overflowing.

“Say it again,” you demand as your hand slides down his torso and stops at his belt buckle. Kafka grunts and bites his lip. He places his big, calloused hands on your hips, “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Your beautiful eyes, plump lips, thick and sexy body,” he pauses, “Damn, I want you y/n.”

You look up at him and your hands undo his belt. You lean in, “You want me…what is it you want me to do,” your voice is laced with tease and desire. Kafka lets out a low moan as he feels your body pressed against his and your hands undoing his belt. Seeing how direct you are being, he feels his cheeks flush. He wants to tell you how he wants your beautiful, plump lips on his cock but damn your confidence, mannerisms, perfume and smoking thick body are making it hard for him to think, hell even see straight.

You smirk at how he is being shy and flustered. “Well Kafka,” you lean in further and gently press your lips to his neck, “Where do you want me to kiss? Lower?” you look up at him with siren eyes before kissing his neck again.

Kafka’s hands tighten on your hips and another soft moan escapes his lips. Fuck. I’m losing control so fast. His internal thoughts are going haywire but he responds quietly, “Lower. Much much lower.”

His quiet voice and answer make you smile. You kiss his neck again before looking up at him, “Much much lower huh?”, your hand on his undone belt slides across his hard bulge, “be a good boy and tell me where exactly you want my lips,” you pause, “although I have a feeling I know where..” you tease him by gently squeezing his hard bulge.

Kafka whimpers and blushes, “God! I want your lips sliding up and down my cock, please y/n.” His voice is extremely desperate and the whimper turns you on.

“Good boy,” your hands unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling them and his boxers down. His cock springs up quickly and just as you predicted, his cock is massive. His cock is uncircumcised with an extra thick shaft.

Without hesitation Kafka sits on the edge of his bed, blushing and biting his lip. “Please. It’s been so long and fuck you are so sexy”, his brown eyes show the desperate and lustful state he is in. You smirk and gently kneel down in between his legs. Your hand grasps his massive cock and jerks it up and down. Kafka moans as he watches you intently as your hand jerks him and your eyes stare him down like the lioness you are. “Y/n, please. Please put your beautiful, plump lips on my cock. Please….” his voice has hints of distress. He is beyond desperate just for your mouth to be on his cock.

“Keep complimenting me and I will make sure you are beyond pleased,” you smile and then lick his cock from the bottom of the shaft to the tip. His thighs spams slightly and he sucks in a breath. You kiss the tip of his cock as your mouth slowly engulfs his uncircumcised cock. Your warm mouth sucks on his tip before plunging down his shaft.

“OH God y/n. Yes. Right there sexy”, his voice rises slightly due to the pleasure. His hips rise off the edge of the bed as your mouth reaches the bottom of his shaft. Your hot saliva trailing all of his cock as you suck him up and down. Slowly. His thighs spasm and his hips thrust ever so slightly into your mouth.

“MMMM~ You are taking my cock in so fucking good. Fuck you are a goddess,” he tilts his head back and his mouth opens as you continue sucking him. Moans escape his mouth and his blush becomes brighter on his cheeks. He can feel himself sweating and wanting to lose control. Your lips feel so amazing on his cock but now images of him pounding his cock into your pussy and gripping your thick, juicy body fills his mind.

His cock grows harder and you taste precum from his tip as you suck him off. Your tongue sliding up and down his shaft. You feel his hips move a little faster causing you to gage as you feel the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat.

Kafka’s eyes show despair and lust, “Fuck Goddess. I need you. I need us both to cum.” You slowly remove your mouth from his cock and stare at him, “Bot-” without any warning he pulls you up from kneeling and onto his lap, his breath hot against your ear, “Yes!! Both. I need to feel your sexy body. Be inside you.” His words send shock and shivers down your spine. You are so used to just sucking men. But Kafka. He wants you. All of you.

Your “in control” confidence washed away as you sat on his lap staring into his lustful and desperate eyes. “You need my body?” your voice was above a whisper. Kafka noticed your confidence tank slightly which made his thoughts run more wild than he could ever have imagined. “Let me show. Let me. Please, please. Let me feel every sexy curve you own” he said slightly eagerly.

You stare at him like he is speaking a foreign language. It was hard for you to believe that a man, someone who is this tall, beefy with a dad bod would be saying that they wanted to feel every curve you own. You blush and nod while quietly saying, “...Okay”.

Kafka smiles eagerly, “Let me show you how much of a goddess you are y/n.” His hands reach behind your back and unzip your dress. Gently he lowers your dress over your braless breasts and watches the dress stops at your thick hips. His eyes widen with thirst as he stares at your voluptuous breasts. Instinctively his hands reach up and cup your breasts. He squeezes gently and watches your face go from nervous to pleasure. You bite your lip as you feel his big hands on your breasts, squeezing them tenderly. His thumbs brush your nipples, feeling how sensitive and hard they get from just him lightly touching them.

“So beautiful,” Kafka’s voice is excited as he sees your nipples harden under his thumbs that are brushing them softly. He leans in, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting. “Oh,” you moan in surprise and another moan follows as you feel the heat in your body and the wetness form in your pussy from his hot saliva coating your nipples.

He continues to suck and tug gently before going over to your other breast. Taking the nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting.

You squirm against his lap, feeling his still hard, massive cock poking your pussy through your thong.

“Kafka. I’m so turned on,” your voice comes out in a gasp as he bites your nipple once more before pulling away. His face is flushed in a pink hue and he smiles, “I wanna be buried so deep inside you,” his voice comes out in a rasp as he shifts position. His big hands grip your hips and push you down from his lap to beside him on the mattress. He stands up, kicking his pants all the way off. Your saliva that was on his cock is slightly dried now. He grips the dress that’s hanging on your hips and tugs it off, tossing it to the other side of the bed.

Kafka’s eyes widen in delight, excitement, desperation and desire as he stares at how thick your hips and thighs are. He moans as he stares at them, “Jesus!!! So fucking sexy,” his hands rip your thong off, your eyes widen at how he is using his strength to his advantage. He stares at your naked, exposed, goddess like body. He takes his shirt off so that he is also completely naked. His beefy, dad bod is beyond anything you could’ve imagined. The hair on his chest all the way down to his cock causes you to bite your lip.

He smiles at your reaction and climbs on top of you. “I’ll show you how beautiful your body truly is y/n.”

“Yes Kafka,” you feel yourself become desperate. Kafka smiles as he pushes your legs apart and gently slides one of his hands up your thigh and stops at your pussy lips. “You sucked me so good, so I want to make sure you are ready before I dive into you,” his voice is confident and eager, the complete opposite of how he was just a few minutes before.

You nod as you watch him smile. His hand plays with your pussy folds, teasing your clit before he presses his finger against it. Moving your clit up and down. “Kafka-”, you gasp as you feel the pressure on your clit. His finger moves faster and the heat in your body rises. Kafka sees your body’s reaction and the way you say his name makes him excited. He leans down and kisses your thick stomach as he pushes one of his fingers inside your pussy. The wetness of your pussy coats his finger. Kafka moans and kisses down your thick stomach to your hips. He slides another finger inside you, scissoring inside you, and feeling the walls of your pussy expand.

“Kafka,” you moan, “that feels so good,” you close your eyes as you feel his fingers moving inside you. Him kissing your body feels so good and like a dream. His mouth travels further down your hips to your pussy lips. He licks your clit while he slides a third finger inside you. His fingers plunge deep inside your pussy, hitting the G Spot. His tongue flicks your clit back and forth.

Your thighs shake slightly and hips spasm. “Kafka, I’m…I’m ready for you,” your moan came out as a desperate whimper, much like that whimper he made when you were sucking him. Kafka sucks your clit once more before looking up at you and sliding his now very wet fingers out of your pussy.

“Anything for you goddess,” he smiles and lines up his cock at your entrance, “God, you’re so sexy,” he grunts as he pushes his massive, uncircumcised penis inside your pussy. You feel your walls expand as his cock thrusts deeper inside you. You moan out, tilting your head back. His hands grips your hips as he moans and thrusts. “So sexy. Fuck”, he repeats with each thrust.

He leans down and kisses your neck as his cock plunges further into your wetness, hitting your G-Spot with a steady beat.

“Mmm Kafka,” you moan as you feel him trail kisses all around your neck and his cock thrusting in and out of you faster.

His hands hold your hips tightly as he feels his cock pulsing inside you. “Fuck, I’m wanna cum,” he grunts and picks up the pace. His thrusts become desperate and frantic. The bed squeaking, his hips crashing into yours, the moans echoing the room.

You grip the sheets and arch your back as your orgasmic wave takes over and washes over his cock like a wave meeting the shoreline. You scream his name in pleasure causing him to pull out quickly and cum shoots all over your thick stomach.

His eyes look from your cum covered stomach to your pussy spilling out your own, he breathlessly smiles at you, “Y/n,” he catches his breath and lays beside you, “You are still the sexiest woman I've ever seen.”

You look over at him, his beefy, hairy dad bod and the blush on his face as he tiredly looks up at the ceiling. To think that this stranger who you met at a bar only a few hours ago could not only compliment but also look at you like you were a Godsend and admire your naked body like a goddess was the confidence boost you needed.

Kafka smiles at you with now sleepy eyes, “Let me hold you,” he whispers before draping his arm around you. He pulls you against his body. His head nuzzles your neck, “Goodnight goddess,” his voice barely above a whisper before he falls sound asleep, holding your beautiful thick body against his.

[delirious-donna]

tw: kafka x female reader, sloppy blowjob, implication of sex, whimpering kafka (of course 😏)

Bright turquoise eyes, reminiscent of the skies nearing sunset with hues of green and blue painted across a cloudless horizon, followed your movement as you crawled atop his naked torso. Every muscle jerked, twitching beneath your greedy mouth, a trail of kisses pathing the way up the side of his neck. Wet, open-mouthed kisses spread across his golden skin, only pausing to suck little bruising marks until he was pulling you up with hasty hands.

Kafka’s demanding lips pressed firmly to your own, kissing you sloppily in amongst swallowed moans and soft whimpers, and not only from you. He seemed intent upon devouring you, his tongue entwined messily with yours until you had to shove at his shoulders simply to draw air into your burning lungs.

You grinned, wide and drunk on the desire thrumming through your nervous system, giddy from the dusting of heat on his cheeks and crawling up his neck like a rash. Kafka palmed your breasts, holding the generous mounds gently as his thumbs played across your taut nipples. It forced a low hiss through your gritted teeth, tingles tightening the buds even more whilst you fixed him with a firm stare and a slow shake of your head.

For once, you wanted to put his needs above yours. For once you were desperate to have him fall apart from your actions alone. He was always so giving, and whilst you knew he got off on making you feel such sharp and potent pleasure, you wanted to see him stretch out like a king. You knew he would look irresistible with an arm slung behind his head and those wide loving eyes fixed on your every wiggle.

His frown at your insistence that his hands fall from the cushion of your breasts was short-lived as he listened to your offered words instead.

“I wanna make you feel good, Kaf. I wanna taste you so bad and have you lay back to enjoy it all… ‘kay?”

He swallowed thickly, the bob of his Adam’s apple exaggerated by the lump lodged in his throat, and he let you use your strength to press his spine to the sheets with you above him. Kafka’s eyes were everywhere, not pausing for longer than a few seconds whilst he watched you shimmy and find a comfortable position. He worshipped you with his gaze alone since you raised your eyebrow in warning anytime his fingers reached out for you, biting his lip to smother the whine trying to escape his throat.

There was a genuine concern that he might pass out when you finally lowered yourself to settle between his thighs, wriggling over the firm bulge in his underwear and grasping at the waistband to pull his aching erection from their tight hold. The tendons in his neck pulled taut as you maintained eye contact, preening on the inside at his reactions. Your pink tongue lolled out, saliva dripping from the tip and falling to his purpled skin and chasing it down with wet kitten licks to his throbbing tip. Purred moans vibrated up Kafka’s shaft as you tasted the salty musk of the pearls of thick precum weeping steadily from his slit and he nearly jolted upright in the bed at the sensation.

“Holy fucking shit—babe!”

How empowering it was to bring a man—this man—to such easy rapture. This was Kafka Hibino, the man hosting a powerful kaiju and working with the top brass of the Defense Force to protect the country, but most importantly, he was your boyfriend. He was a man that housed an even bigger heart, and his biggest weakness was you.

“Easy there, big boy… try to relax,” you soothed, fixing a palm atop his chest and feeling how frantically his heart was beating beneath your fingers. Kafka howled, turning his head into the marshmallow pillows but only for a moment before he was peeking again, unable to resist watching even if it was his own undoing.

You hummed, admiring his length and girth. His cock was thick all over, but the base was especially wide, so wide that it always proved a stretch when he bottomed out. With your hand wrapped as firmly around the base as you could manage, you tapped his leaking tip to your pursed lips until webs of sticky messy connected you to him. Only then did you let go to watch the heavy weight of his cock fall against his stomach with a groan.

Kafka fisted the sheets, his hips straining upwards as you accommodated him within the wet confines of your mouth, toying with the tight skin running under the head of cock and doing your damnedest not to wiggle around too much. You knew how close he was to blowing a gasket and tempting him with the rhythmical sway of your hips and backside was not what you wanted to push him over the edge.

Drool pooled from the edges of your lips, the noisy slurps causing his eyes to roll over to the back of his skull and you moaned around him, husky and wanton for more. The vibrations resonated right into his belly, heavy balls tight with the want to pump his load down your throat so soon. Sweat edged his hairline, beads of it rolling down his temples to become stuck on the popped veins.

“Babe… shit. ‘m so close—gotta… you gotta stop!” He enthused each word with a whine, his chest heaving with every noisy bob of your head. The lewd slick slick echoing in your head to mingle beautifully with how desperate he sounded.

In answer, you shook your head. You had no qualms about him spilling so soon, the night was young, and you were determined to make him lose himself to your ministrations over and over until he was completely spent and sated. The second your teeth unsheathed, careful and delicate against his sensitive cock, he panted loudly at the overwhelming sensation. Your tongue was playful, explorative and unyielding as you toyed with the thick veins that ran the length of him.

Without warning, ropes of hot sticky cum painted your mouth. The volume took you by surprise, thick spurts falling down your throat and filling you up fast. Kafka had just enough conscious thought to pull his hips back. Through strained whimpers and convulsions that wracked his stomach and legs, he was able to grasp at the hinge of your jaw, his thumb hooked inside your mouth.

You were startled by the action, opening up in reaction just as he spoke through a deep husky intonation that had your cunt clenching around nothing and wishing for something.

“Lemme see baby, open up for me. Show me how much of that load you swallowed down. Mm… that’s it. You think this is a lot? Just wait ‘til I get that pretty pussy wrapped around my dick.”