Dimencreas (One-Shots)

(18+) Distraction {Part 2}

You wake up to find yourself lying in the arms of the one that has ensnared your heart. Kafka's hands are around you, her face so close to your skin. Your heads are so close that you can feel the warmth of her breath against your face.

You sneakily got up from bed without waking her up, but before you could reach for the door, she used her spirit whisper to let you stay on your track.

Your body freezes as your muscles seizing up under Kafka's control. Her eyes widen for just a moment before returning to their usual calm, impassive state. Without saying a word, she rises from the bed, her movements slow and purposeful. She takes her time, enjoying the moment of control she has over you, as your body hangs in the air unable to move.

She slowly walks up to you, reaching up and stroking your hair.

“Don't be a fool, love,” she says, her voice calm and soothing. “There's no escape. You belong to me.”

“...Mentor... But I still have a mission to finish for today–”

“You'll finish it when I say you finish it.” Kafka's voice remains gentle yet her eyes piercing. “And right now, the only thing that matters is you being with me.”

She slowly circles you, examining your body. You can't help but notice the way her gaze caresses your flesh, how her lips curl into a small, amused smile. “It's been far too long, Y/n. I've missed your body on mine.”

With her teasing, you realised that you two were naked. It seemed that she undress you after you lost consciousness. Your body then flushes as the realization hitting you all at once. Kafka, however, remains calm and collected, her gaze focused on you with her arms wrapped around you.

“You know...” Kafka begins, her voice still warm and gentle. “I should be mad at you for trying to run away from me, but who am I kidding? I love having you like this, in my arms.”

She bites her lower lip in a coy, teasing manner.

“How naughty of you~” she says, almost as if she's not bothered at all.

Yet despite her playfulness, you have a different question in mind.

“When did you... undressed me?”

“Oh, that?” Kafka says, her tone shifting from teasing to mocking, as if the answer should have been obvious.

“I simply wanted to give you a pleasant dream, my love.”

She walks to the bed and sits on the edge, still holding you in place.

“Not only did you look so very... delicious in your sleep,” she teases, “But I simply can't let go of you. You're mine, after all. No escaping that, and no escaping me.”

Kafka then removed her spirit whispers before pinning you down on the bed and straddled you. Her lips curve into a small smile as she places her hands on your chest.

“Now we both know you're not going anywhere, Y/n,” she says, her voice low and seductive. “And neither am I.”

Kafka runs her fingers through your hair before leaning in and placing her lips against yours. Once again, the feeling is electric as she begins to kiss you, her hands sliding down your body and her body shifting slightly on top of yours. There's no resistance from her this time, as if she's been waiting for this moment.

“Mentor, I didn't know your body was this lightweight, or perhaps I have forgotten...”

Kafka just chuckle.