#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]

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."

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[delirious-donna]

tw: Kafka Hibino x female reader, monsterfucking (kinda?), face sitting, dirty talk, pussy drunk Kafka, partial Kaiju transformations, squirting

The first transformation was subtle, so subtle that your brain tried to trick you into thinking it was purely your imagination.

Your fingers tightened around the cool metal frame of the headboard, listening to the filthiest slurping noises you had ever heard whilst electricity zipped through the length of your body.

Kafka was always an enthusiastic eater, and this was no more apparent than when his face was buried between your plush thighs. For once you had indulged his persistent desire for you to sit on his face so he could drink down every dribble of your arousal as he worked you over with gusto.

His tongue circled your clenching hole, the tip slipping inside only to dart out again when the muscles tried desperately to pull him deeper. His nose rubbed back and forth, side to side and in messy circles atop your pert clit until you were throbbing all over, barely holding onto your ability to think straight.

Your thighs tightened around his ears and that’s when you felt it…

The warm wet muscle pushed deep into your cunt, far further than should have been humanly possible. Perhaps… no, surely not.

You glanced down at the dark mess of hair, peering at his eyes screwed tightly shut and wondered again.

Kafka wouldn’t transform his tongue into Kaiju form… would he?

“Kaf?”

He grunted in reply, nosing firmly at your swollen bud and grinding you against his mouth. The scruff of his chin scratched your perineum deliciously, puffs of hot air exhaled from his nose and his tongue writhed inside your walls, massaging every possible pleasure spot simultaneously.

The slippery muscle wriggled and seemed to thicken and pulse. You squeaked; sucking in great lungfuls of air in an effort to steady your breathing. Never had you felt so full from being tongue fucked before. If you didn’t know better you could be forgiven for thinking it was his fingers or his thick cock plugging you up right now, not his tongue!

One hand let go of their perch, sinking your fingers through his midnight hair and fisting the strands until you could feel his hips buck against the bed behind your back. You wanted to turn, to look over your shoulder and see his hand curled around his cock. Pumping the generous length and watching thick pearls of precum leak from his tip and over his knuckles. Except Kakfa had other ideas.

His palms came up to where your knees were perched on either side of his head and yanked them wider apart, rough callouses dragging up the insides of your thighs to where your skin shivered from the hungry touches.

He growled, head rising from the bed to practically suffocate himself in your sweet, sticky cunt.

It was too much stimulation for your poor brain to cope with, the synapses crackling and shorting out entirely when the dam burst on your restraint.

Your head flew back, thighs trembling at the strength of the orgasm racking your body. That curiously long tongue prodded and poked at your engorged front wall with careful precision, forcing you to ride out the high without a moment to catch your breath.

Without thinking you had risen to your knees, taking the weight off Kafka’s face and allowing him to speak for the first time since you had settled yourself over his eager face.

“Sit,” he said with annoyed huff, swatting at your backside lightly.

“Hey! I’m heavy, just giving you a moment to come up for air. Let me just move a little so I can brace myself some more,” you countered, shuffling back towards the headboard to spread your weight and leverage yourself better.

That was when it happened again.

His hands had travelled from your thighs to your backside and up to your hips then waist. They went from roughly calloused fingers and warm broad palms to long clawed fingers and scaly palms.

“I said… sit.”

Kafka was rarely demanding but the authority in his gravel-laced tone forced your eyes to widen and your pussy to flutter and drip. Sharply tipped claws bit into your skin, just the right side of pain, and forced you down onto his face once more.

You squirmed; moaning wantonly at how turned on you were by both his loss of control of the instincts running rampant in his mind and the skilful precision that he could keep the transformation controlled and limited to where he wanted it.

There was no room left for argument as the whole of your weight spread across him. This time his lips smacked wetly at your pretty puckering hole before moving to suckle around your already abused clit.

Your eyes were glued to the kaiju hands holding you in place. He could tear you apart with those dangerous claws but the care in which he demonstrated had your heart pounding all over again.

Yes, a monster dwelled within him, but this was Kafka Hibino. Your Kafka, the man you entrusted with your safety and your heart. You loved him and the otherworldly presence inside.

Carefully you let go of your useless grip of the headboard, running the pads of your fingertips across the rough scales and towards the smooth skin at his wrists. You gently touched the tips of his claws, gasping when they kneaded into your plush skin like a cat making biscuits.

“Fuck, Kafka…” You whined and bucked, hips working into a rhythm with his help so you were riding his face with fervour. “I’m gonna lose it!”

“Do it,” he rasped, sounding drunk and giddy. “Wet my face, baby. Need it. Need it so fuckin’ bad. Then you’re gonna take my cock, right? My good girl is gonna sit right on my dick and ride it like you’re doing to my face. Wanna watch your tits bounce… fuck. I’m too close.”

He was babbling, totally intoxicated by your cunt, but the words only heightened your pleasure and careened you towards the edge of oblivion.

You had never squirted from oral before, not until that very moment. The warm gush took you by surprise, but Kafka was ready. The freakishly long tongue returned to catch as much as possible, lapping at your swollen folds from end to end whilst his strong hands held you steady.

“You’re so good to me. Taste like heaven… could drown in your juices. Fuck, I love you.”

That was the first time Kafka partially transformed in bed… it was not the last!

[hayatoseyepatch]

𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: There was always something about seeing Kafka transformed, something that piqued your interest. Maybe it was the glow in his eyes or the sharpness of his claws, all you knew is you wanted to take his Kaiju form for a ride.

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗: Hibino Kafka (Kaiju No. 8)

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.3k

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘: Fem!Reader x Kafka. ⚠️NSFW Dark Content⚠️.

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Monster Fucking, Marking, Blood, Cunnilingus, Size Difference, Man Handling, Penetrative Sex, Dacryphilia, Tummy Bulge, Cumflation.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: I am so sorry this one is so late!! I had some stuff come up in my personal life and it threw me all off whack. I will work to be back on schedule. Thanks for bearing with me. This was so much fun for me to do, its definitely much different than anything I've written before and I hope you enjoy! (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ Also, oops its late. The full masterlist for my kinktober can be found here.

“Are you sure about this?” Kafka’s voice shook with uncertainty, the last thing he wanted to do is hurt you, but even he couldn’t deny the way his cock hardened at the prospect of what you were suggesting. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t thought of it before, imagined the look on your face as he took you in *that* form. He had a bit more control after joining the first division. He knew he could switch back in an instant if need be but after losing control once he was too scared to risk it. As if reading his spiraling thoughts he feels your hands cup his cheeks. “Kafka, baby, it’s still you. And I love *all* of you, no matter what form that is.”

Your sweet words spoken against his lips were enough to dispel any concerns he had. His lips met yours in a desperate kiss, tongues dancing in each other's mouths as heat consumed your very beings. Kafka wasted no time after pulling away, your eyes locked on him as he transformed. He was careful, quite aware of his strength in this form as he hovered over you. His eyes darkening as he watched the way the smallest of touches had you bouncing off the mattress from the force he admitted. He caged you in, the difference in size clear as day. You felt so small as he hovered above you, heart hammering against your ribcage in anticipation.

The next moments go by in a blur. Your clothes ripped from your body by sharp claws, leaving them in shreds on the floor next to the bed. A thick thigh between your legs, one that you ground your hips down on, desperate for friction as his long tongue caressed your neck. Kafka made his way down your body, wet appendage wrapping around one of your pebbled nipples, careful of his teeth as he nipped on your sensitive area. One hand groping the other, sharp nails pinching your skin. However, it seemed he was just as desperate as you were as large hands gripped your waist, hoisting you with ease up the mattress until his face was positioned between your legs.  

Your eyes cross, rolling to the back of your head from the pleasure you were receiving from Kafka, large hands gripping your hips as his long tongue moves deep within the walls of your cunt, the sheer length of the appendage allowing the base of his tongue to rub against your clit with every pass. The sensation of feeling so full on his tongue alone sends a shiver down your spine. You spare a look down cheeks burning at the intense gaze from those glowing blue eyes, locked on you as he buries is tongue over and over inside your cunt. The protruding boning at the top of his head resembling horns allowed you enough to grip, using them as leverage to fuck yourself back on his tongue. “Fuck Kafka, so deep, need more.”

Your response comes in the form of a growl against your cunt his tongue picking up speed, noticing the way your hips stuttered against his face as your orgasm approached. He had never managed to bring you to the brink this quickly before, if he was honest that and the sounds falling from your lips alone were a huge boost to his ego. His hands dug into your hips forcing your cunt further on his tongue, the claws digging into your skin. A mixture of pleasure and pain from the blood pooling from the wounds enough to throw you over the edge. Back arching off the bed as you cum against his face with a cry, hips rocking against his face as you rode out your orgasm. Chest heaving with heavy breaths as you come down from your high. Preparing to pull away, Kafka prepares to move, only to have your hands grip his horns. “Kafka, please, need you inside me.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but the tone in your voice coupled with the desperation clearly painted on your expression left no room for argument. Sitting back on the balls of his feet, his eyes practically roll to the back of his head with need when you part your thighs once more, your fingers parting your folds to present your cunt to him. No words needed to be exchanged for him to know exactly what you wanted. With one hand poised on the base of his cock, he angled it at your entrance. Running the head of his cock along your fold, collecting his own saliva and your wetness for lubrication before beginning to slip inside. Barely even a few inches in he watches as your back arches off the bed.

Full, you felt so full, knowing that he wasn’t even remotely in the sheer size of him made you feel stuffed. Tears glazed over your vision as he continued to enter your depths. Your fingers gripped the sheets as you nodded, encouraging him to keep going. It was taking all the self-control Kafka had not to slam his hips forward and impale you on his cock, you were always tight, but this was an entirely new experience. After a few more moments of this, he let out a heavy sigh as he finally bottomed out inside, waiting for you to give an indication you were ready for him to move. “Fuck, Kafka..”

You whined, rolling your hips against his own as he split you open on his cock. He took this as the initiative to move. Pulling nearly all the way out before bottoming out once more. His hips set a steady pace, the squelch of your cunt ricocheting off the walls like a symphony. His heart raced in his chest as he watched your every reaction to fucking you. Towering over your form as he fucked your tight little cunt, growling with the exertion of holding himself back so he didn’t hurt you. “More Kafka, please fuck me harder I can take it wanna feel you.” You sounded absolutely wrecked but it did the job, Kafka picked up speed his hips slamming into yours with reckless abandon.

Claws bit into your skin as he gripped your waist, his increased strength being used to his advantage as he manhandles you. The way he had a hold on you, forcing you deeper on his cock in time with his thrusts. He knew he wouldn’t last long, the familiar tightness building up in his stomach as he fucked you. You desperately gripped onto his shoulders, the way he was hitting the deepest parts of you while using your body as if it were a toy, not having to move a muscle as he manhandled you. He bounced you on his cock, hips stuttering as he got closer, and he wasn’t alone, tears flowing freely down your cheeks as white blurred the edges of your vision.

 “Please, Kafka, feel you in my tummy. Gonna… Need you to fill me up, Kafka please!” You were already so drunk on pleasure, words coming out in a babble not even you were sure you understood as you released, body trembling violently as you came with a cry. Your juices sprayed him as you squirted on his cock. He was only moments behind, sharp teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your shoulder as he came. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he rode out his high, thick ropes of his cum painting your insides. Filling you so much the cum seeped out around his cock as it had nowhere else to go, your tummy bulging with not only his cock but the copious amounts of  cum that you were sure would be dripping from your cunt for days. Kafka’s tongue soothed the bite mark on your neck, the metallic taste filling his mouth as he cleaned your wound. He wanted to panic, pull away and apologize for losing control, but the way your ankles locked together to keep him in place he was sure you didn’t have a problem with it and that this night was long from over.

𝕯𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖇𝖞 @/𝖈𝖆𝖋𝖊𝖐𝖎𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖊 & @/𝖘𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖐𝖆-𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖘.

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[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.

[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.

@southside-otaku @kazutora-kurokawa @katkusuo

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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... 

[vividly-vermillion]

Can I request Mochizuki and Kafka with a lingerie kink (not latex clothes but rather like lace and see through clothes)with a chubby reader?

Hello hi! I decided to go with Kafka for this one and hope that's okay for you ♥️

I don't write any physical appearances so I left that aspect completely open and just hinted to it a little!

The piece I had in mind while writing this (lingerie)

♥️ -> Kink ask game

cw: lingerie, mentions of sex, suggestive, reader having thick thighs

You smiled softly at the way Kafka held his eyes closed, he had promised not to take a peek between his fingers but the rustling of fabric made it harder for him to keep his promise.

"Don't look yet, Kafka!" You warn him playfully as you fix the garter belt on each of your thigh, nervously glancing up at your boyfriend to make sure he's not looking just yet.

You wanted to surprise him this time, look even prettier than you already did - you just couldn't help but notice his blushing face and the hunger behind his eyes when he caught you looking at lingerie online. So you ordered a pretty green piece that would highlight your assets perfectly and hopefully make this big man lose his mind.

"Can I look now?" Kafkas voice takes you out of your own thoughts, asking like an impatient child every twenty seconds.

Checking yourself out one last time in the mirror, You decided that it's time. Gently, you took both his hands from his face and held onto them as his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, taking in every inch of your body as if he could burn the view into his brain.

Moments pass and Kafka stayed silent, in awe at your beauty and unsure what he could say, how to compliment you when it felt like he swallowed his own tongue.

"You look beau- absolutely stunning" he jumped over his own words, slowly raising himself from the corner of the bed so he was standing in front of you, carefully twirling you around with one hand so he could get a view from every angle.

"So you like it?" You ask full of hope, looking up at him with these puppy eyes and your boyfriend couldn't help but blush, nervously laughing at your question. If he liked it? Fuck, he loved it.

"I like it a lot... so much I'd love for you to keep it on but I fear that it's a little impractical" he rambles, the way the garter belts hug your plush thighs take almost all his focus away from forming a coherent sentence.

"I could just keep it on, you know?" You muse as you get on your tip toes to wrap your arms around his neck.

Kafka immediately grabbed the back of your thighs to lift you up, just so he could drop you onto the bed to hover above you.

"You could... but I can't promise that it will stay in one piece," he mumbles as he kisses your neck with such hunger for you.

This side of Kafka was rare but you loved whenever it showed. This man's hunger was insatiable and you knew exactly that by the end of the night, the garment would be either quickly discarded or completely ruined with the way Kafka planned on devouring 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.”

[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.

[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

[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.”

[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😃👍

[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.