Kafka x Reader

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"How are you holdin' up, kitty?" Kafka slides in the room, holding a tray with her hand, kicking the door behind her.

"As dreadful as your voice deafens my ears." She growled, wanting to throw the criminal behind bars of every crime she had committed in a split second.

But no, she was dying as of late, a cramp built up in her core. Himeko groans out muffled, biting the blanket. It's just day 3, and it hurts like hell for the woman.

So, once Kafka somehow sniffed her out before anyone else could in the Express, she decided to help her. How lovely. "Aw, that's no way to talk to someone who knows your little secret." Do women feel embarrassed telling other people that they have their periods?

"Fuck off." Himeko bites the blanket harder, Kafka places the tray on the nightstand and takes a heating pad, without a care of privacy - she pulls Himeko's dress up, placing the already warm pad on her stomach. Pulling it down afterwards.

And just when the red lioness was about to throw a tantrum, she watched the criminal look away in doing so. So, she does actually care about those.

"Don't." Himeko starts "Don't do that again, without warning."

The criminal giggles behind her hand "But you really look adorable, wouldn't miss out on the fun." She got off the bed, going back to the nightstand. "Extra water bottles, thermos and a few sweets." Kafka grabs the water bottle, tossing it in the air and catching it swiftly. "Should be it, if not, just call out my name Cheeto puff." Kafka winks and leaves the room, paprika was on her own. Again.

Himeko sighs, staring at her uncreative ceiling. The cramps were dying down luckily, trying her hardest to take a nap.

But it still hurts a lot more when she woke up at supposedly night time.

Groaning, tossing over as her blanket was getting crumpled. The heater long time cold and falling off to the floor. Himeko whines, curling up as the cramps had gotten worse. It was dark, the only light source evident was from the stars but even so she tried to get the thermos from the night stand and somehow, it was still warm after the hours had passed.

She placed the warm thermos underneath her dress, on her stomach. A satisfied sigh came out, although it wasn't enough. Sure the thermos provided the warmth temporary but it was also uncomfortable. Himeko started to fidget again, switching side to side on the now messy bed for comfort.

Alas nothing worked, giving up simply. Yet, she noticed how her legs were quite sensitive.

And so, she made them rub onto each other, some little friction building up to keep her warm - a little too warm, down below..

"Ngh.."

She started to whine, unconsciously bringing her hands down, warming herself up in circles. It felt good, it made her feel the growing heat. The pain was still there, obviously, but with the pleasure of enticement Himeko could hardly care about it.

Shamelessly moaning to herself in quiet whimpers, the paprika started to sweat as her fingers were damped with both blood and slick.

The thermos disappeared somewhere, Himeko hadn't realized it yet as she's stuck in her little world now.

"Ngh.. Kafka.." she mewls, shoving a finger inside while rubbing her clitoris. 

The bed creaked, bedsheets aside, legs spread open and a glistening look. Her hands resting on each knee, a gentle small smile etched upon her face. 

"Yes, my dear?" Kafka says, a little song to Himeko's suffering. "Pain, pain, pain. Kafka.." she cries, her guts tightening. It hurts. "It hurts." she whined, heaving as tears pricked the corner of her eyes. "Shh.."

The criminal leans down and kissed her lips without the usage of tongue, just a tender and sweetful touch. 

Another hopeless whine came out from the bittersweet tea cup, feeling a clothed hand rolling down to her inner thigh. Kafka hums in the kiss, using her thumb to run up and down -  teasingly going lower. Eventually, there's always an end to everything - the magenta woman broke the kiss, raising up as tall as she could, domineering the woman who pathetically wished for more than that. More than a touch.    

But.

Kafka grabbed both wrists in a hand, with the other lifting her bloodied dress up with much difficulty. Himeko tried her best to wiggle the dress out as well, after she caught up on what the criminal was trying to do. Successfully, the poor dress was thrown onto the side, making a light 'thump' on the floor. 

Doing PT.2 someday cause I dropped this on oct 5 2023, ain't that lovely 🤠