Kafka x Reader

Oh My Kafka 😳

Omegaverse.

It isn't unknown, that, people have a little person inside of their heads. They talk with that little somebody, and usually they're often on great terms. If not, they could control your body and use it to their own demise. You could always fight back, but at what price do you have to pay? Despite claiming innocence, it was still you whom broke things, or far worse; hurt someone. Luckily, it wasn't the case for you.

For you are a whimpering, dying mess right now begging the pain to be over soon. Not only were you sweating uncontrollably, but rather in need of someone to hold you down. The woman of your dreams, only one saviour, has come to your rescue.

"My, my little puppy. What do we have here?" Her famous signature color in magenta, black leather harness just above her cleavage, white silk shirt with long sleeves as her shoulders were exposed — it was her, Kafka. Her aroma was so fucking storing your brain got fuzzy, you wished to bite her neck despite being an omega and taste her.

But you couldn't, you fucking simp. You're a sucker, a whore for this woman. What could an alpha possibly want to do with an omega? You to be precise?

Ah yes, sex.

You nasty virgin.