Jealous Puzzle Piece
Kafka x AFAB!Reader - NSFW
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Synopsis: Kafka becomes jealous after the Readers' decision on which gendered Stelleron should awaken. This though sparks an entanglement between the two that couldn’t be left unsolved.
Disclaimers/CW/TW: public mutual masturbation, dub-con, possessive and jealous!Kafka, palming, and thigh grinding (if i missed more, let me know.) minors dni, reupload
You stay behind Kafka and Silver Wolf and watch them as they begin the process of activation on the Stelleron. Apparently, Kafka wants to set this one free instead of capturing it like the rest and since this is also in the script, you can’t really say anything about it.
After looking behind to make sure the door wasn’t going to magically open, you walk closer to the two for closer inspection and a sudden piqued interest in the process. As if on cue, Kafka turns around. “[F/N],” she says, then motioned to the Stelleron with her hand. “Which gender should we awaken?”
You raised a brow. “I thought you were choosing that.” Especially since we can only awaken one.
“She was taking too long to decide and apparently didn’t like my decision, so here we are.” Silver Wolf spoke with both of her hands resting on her hip. “Now, hurry up, the Astral Express crew is coming soon.”
You facepalmed. As always, you have to be the draw breaker between these two.
“Fine, fine.” You told them, walking past them to the Stelleron projections. You took your time looking at each of them even though you were just told to hurry up.
One was assigned male and another assigned female, as if it wasn’t that obvious enough when they are the only choices. You took a look at the assigned male first.
The assigned male has their eyes closed, as if he’s sleeping. The sleeping expression though shows how gentle the male is and how relaxed he seems in his dreaming state. It shows through how relaxed his eyes are. He seems like the quiet, shy and mysterious type. You then look at the assigned female.
The assigned female also had their eyes closed, but from her you can tell she has a bit more spunk than the assigned male. Like the big sister kind where she had to put on some more spare skin compared to the assigned male. She seems like the quiet, mysterious and edgy type. She also seems like the type that can cause a lot of trouble.
Well, both the assigned male and assigned female seem like the type to cause a lot of trouble, just in different tunes.
“Well.” Silver Wolf stressed out, waiting impatiently on your decision.
You leaned back from the projections and pointed. “This one.”
Silver Wolf and Kafka followed your finger to the assigned female.
Silver Wolf scoffs. “Is this projecting a bit? Oh well, we got our choice, Kafka.” She turns away to go back to the computer.
“Yeah, yeah.” Kafka responded, coming up from behind you as you started to walk backwards to allow her to do her thing. She placed a hand on your back, forcing you to stop in your tracks before leaning to your ear, breathing out, “We’re going to need to talk afterwards.” She said while blowing on your ear a bit before releasing you.
You hold back a tensed jump as you start moving back, bringing a hand up to your ear to rub it and Kafka moves forward to Silver Wolf, who has just finished programming the assigned female Stelleron. You had almost forgotten how easily possessive Kafka can become and you immediately knew what she meant by saying you two needed to talk.
Silver Wolf didn’t seem to notice any changes on your expressions or how quickly you brought your hand back down to your side as she handed the Stelleron to Kafka. As always, Kafka seems expressionless, as if nothing happened at all behind Silver Wolf’s back, while taking a closer inspection to the Stelleron you had chosen.
“How much will they remember?” Kafka asks Silver Wolf.
“Only you.” Silver Wolf answers.
With a nod, Kafka wraps an arm around the Stelleron. “Time to wake up.”
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After the awakening of the Stelleron, Kafka and you laid them out in the hallway before following Silver Wolf who was far in front of you.
You stretch your arms over your head as your assigned mission is coming to a close and you can not wait to celebrate. With how long this had taken, you wouldn’t want to imagine how Blade-
“[F/N]” You heard from beside you, mentally reminding you who you were with. You tried hard not to show the grimace on your face as the previous conversation of Kafka wanting to talk came to mind.
You lowered your arms to your side, looking over to Kafka as you walked along together. Your shoulders were rubbing against one another and she had her signature smile on face, though there is an obvious underlying meaning behind her facial expression.
“Yes, Kafka?” You asked, brushing your hand against hers.
Her eyes narrowed but her smirk didn’t falter, as if she knew you were trying to play dumb. “Don’t think I forgot what happened back there.” She said while intertwining her hand with yours. You could almost hear a hint of possessiveness seeping through her words.
“I didn’t forget, but I don’t think we should be talking about this when Silver Wolf could hear us.” You mentioned, motioning your head to the silver-haired girl that was still way far in front of you two.
“I’m going on ahead.” SIlver Wolf says suddenly before she starts sprinting down the hallway.
You watched as your last hope for an escape left you, leaving you to deal with Kafka all alone. You weren’t mad at Silver Wolf for leaving, but you are kind of upset that you are left behind to deal with a possessive Kafka.
You sighed to yourself at the loss until you felt pressure from your shoulder. Turning around to face Kafka and trying to figure out what the pressure was for, she pushed you back and back until you could feel the cold wall behind you. With one of your hands interlocked with hers, she lifted them up and pinned them against the wall with her other hand on the other side of you, next to your head with nowhere for you to escape.
“[F/N]” Kafka says your name again, locking eyes with you. The possessiveness is getting more apparent.
“Kafka.” You say her name again, standing up a bit more straight. (Even though you’re not.)
It takes a while sometimes to regain your footing with her, but you regain that footing quicker each time as you spend more time together. At this moment though, you honestly can’t tell if Kafkas behavior is stemming from pure jealousy or pure possessiveness. It might as well be both from the looks of it.
To, hopefully, calm her down a bit, you started rubbing your thumb from the interlocked hands on the back of her hand as you waited for her to make her next move. This also signals to Kafka that you don’t mean any harm, as if you were going to do any harm in the first place.
You waited patiently while Kafkas patience was running thin as she was expecting more to come from you. Without looking away from you, she began pushing her left leg in between your thighs, forcing you to open your legs. Almost without a second thought, you allowed her. You could feel her breathing against your face and being no more than a few inches apart from one another and her chest meeting yours as her knee rubs you area.
You stifled a moan, placing your free hand on her hip. You both are out in public and in an area where the Astral Express crew or any of the Legion could easily come out and attack.
“Kafka.” You stressed out as a warning as you quickly scanned the area, feeling your face heat up a bit from the friction and the sudden potential of being found out.
“[F/N].” Kafka smirks, rubbing her knee again. Her face was a bit red as well, but obviously not from embarrassment of any kind. It’s as if she wanted to try something like this and doesn’t care about the consequences that could take place.
Sighing, you brought your free hand that was on her hip around to her back and pushed her closer to you. Kafka’s body is now flushed even more against you and from the push, her knee moved to her thigh against you. While trying to not moan as loud from the immediate intensity, you moved your left leg to be more within Kafka’s legs before moving your thigh against her area.
You felt her groan against your chest before you let out a moan as well. Kafka has always been the vocal one, but in order to silence her for a little while because you still aren’t convinced you guys are in the clear, you kissed her. She moans while kissing you back and starts grinding herself more on your thigh, creating the missing friction and bringing herself closer to the release that she desperately needed.
You moaned against her mouth when you felt her open it, allowing your tongues to meet. You felt her free hand come down over the shoulder and chest, kneading in the chest area a bit and then sliding down your stomach to your pants. Kafka unbuttons and unzips your pants swiftly as she keeps grinding herself on your thigh. You could feel the wetness seeping through her shorts.
She moans again from the friction that she created for herself before pulling her lips away to start kissing down your chin to your neck while getting her hand to the inside of your underwear. She began palming you. You moan in her ear while looking around. Quickly, making sure no one was passing by, you slid your hand around to unbutton and unzip her shorts. After successfully doing so, you slid your hand down the inside of her underwear. You began palming your hand against her for a few moments, hearing her moan as she grinded herself against your hand now, completely ignoring your thigh from before.
Amidst you palming each other, she continues creating love bites on you. You could feel some more of her wetness coming out of you onto your underwear at the same time as feeling some wetness touch your fingers while you were palming Kafka.
“More,” Kafka breathes against your neck. “I need more.” She repeats herself as you feel her get wetter.
Releasing your interlocked hand, you brought your now free hand down to freely roam from Kafkas neck down before settling on one of her breasts. She sighs while moaning aloud in your ear, and with her now free hand, she lowers her hand to grab your arm that was kneading her breasts.
“Now.” Kafka demands, looking right at you.
Sighing, you swatted her hand. “Patience.” You say. “And I need to get you back for the neck.” At that, you buried your face into her neck and started kissing her there. You start to leave the amount of love bites on as she onto you, the palming becoming more intense.
You could hear a faint whimper from her before she whispered into your ear. “Please.”
Pausing briefly after that, you folded some of your fingers before having one of your fingers rub her inside.
Kafka, even though she tried so hard to be patient after some time of palming you, decided it was time to move forward. She folded some of her fingers before she entered her pointer and middle finger into you. A long moan came out of you and you instinctively wanted to start riding on her fingers, but you steeled yourself to hold out a bit more. After some time of getting used to her fingers, you entered your fingers and started fingering her as well since you knew that her patience had run to E.
“Fuck.” She moans in her ear, fingering you while also riding your fingers. The way she transitions quickly from one thing to another without a second thought is so mind blowing to you, especially if its any improvable.
“You're so good for me.” Kafka praises. Her mouth was hanging a bit when you raised your head and your eyes locked together. “Don’t stop.”
Running on pure instincts and adrenaline, you both kissed again, moaning into each other's mouth upon impact. Your tongues twirled together upon meeting as you both fingered each other as fast as you could in this mutual masturbation that started purely on jealousy and possessiveness.
Kafka spoke in between kisses. “You are mine.” She says before latching her tongue into yours then pulling back again for your eyes to meet. “You ~ah~ are mine.” Kafka moans out before kissing you again and her finger moving faster from inside you.
You fingered her faster as well as you feel yourself coming close to your release. You pulled back from the kiss because you wanted to say something as well and as soon as you pulled back, Kafka leaned forward, kissing you again. Sighing and moaning against her lips, you pulled back again.
Leaning your forehead against hers, you feel yourself about to release. “I know,” you breathed out, “but don’t forget,” you moaned as your release was reaching your peak. “You’re mine too.”
