For Abbae le MVP AbbieVanityCakes

This was a super late publish and for that I am extremely sorry! Like ugh, I had no idea it would take me this long! I am just super duper embarassed and sorry.

//Sakurai bows like 69 times.

Ohmygod, I used to be a sort of innocent potato.

That was until I researched 'fisting'.

DO NOT DO IT READERS

I needed like 5 gallons of eye bleach to wash it out, and even then it's still there.

//cries.

I'm sorry if the fisting scene came out a little weird? I've got a long list of lemons to do and I guess my pervness only stretches to a certain degree lolz.

Ugh I cry, Senior High man...

Warning: sexual themes, daddy Kanekink (pun intended), possessiveness, fellatio, slight Yandereness, dark, and fisting.

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There is the telltale flash of jealousy that shines in his eyes and the sudden rigidity in his posture that warns you. Your eyes widen slightly as he suddenly barges in the small cafe and wrenches you from your seat.

"Ni-"

The bespectacled man seated in front of you could only gaze, dumbfounded, as Kaneki drags you out of the cafe. A hurried goodbye and apology floats past your lips as you make your swift exit.

You fight to keep from tripping. You nearly cry out in pain from the force of Kaneki's vice-like grip. Your pleas, apologies, and excuses does not hinder him from entering the nearest love hotel. He tunes out of your words, the only thing he can focus on is your figure with that other man, smiling and laughing in that cafe. Gruffly asking for a room from the shady woman on the counter, he smirks as he watches a slight look of bewilderment enter your eyes.

Still holding on to you, the two of you enter the elevator. As the doors close, you expect Kaneki to finally snap. You tremble in anticipation and delight but he does nothing, instead he patiently waits for the doors to ding and deliver you to your floor. He does nothing, he tugs you to the room and locks the door.

You wince at the sound of the locks closing. Kaneki turns to you with his terrifying calm and gestures to the bed.

"Sit."

You comply, sitting on the surprisingly soft covers of the love hotel's bed. Kaneki sits beside you and reclines on the headboard. Kaneki smirks as he motions for you to sit on his lap. You heed his word and blush profusely as you do so. Training your gaze on his pristine button down you shiver as you feel his cold fingers trace your cheeks.

"Do you know why I brought you here, _____?"

"No."

You wince as his finger digs into your cheeks softly.

"I-I honestly don't know why Ken, p-please!"

"Because you bring out the best and the worst in me, princess," he smiles bitterly as he leans in to place a fiery kiss on your lips. You moan as he ravages your mouth, asserting his dominance in all the right places. He pulls away too early, a whine erupts from the pits of your throat. A smug smile tugs at Kaneki's lips as he surveys the salacious look in your eyes.

"Strip." His tone holds no sign of jest, you gaze upon his grey eyes, boring silent holes into your own _____ eyes. You gulp and look down, ashamed and slightly, strangely aroused by his sudden dominance. You place your clothes in a neat pile on the nightstand and look and Kaneki. There's a pleased smile on his face as he places his hands on your bare thighs. He inches you closer to his own body.

"Take my clothes off for me," Kaneki orders. You obey, fighting the grin that threatens to overwhelm your features, you finish quickly. His fingers slither along your hair and scalp. He tilts your head to his direction and he leans forward, breath tickling the shell of your ear.

"Suck me off, would you, princess?"

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He thrusts, breath coming out in gasps as he fucks your mouth roughly. Your name blends together with the sounds of his pleasure forming an aria of immorality. Your lips envelop his weeping cock and your hands move up and down his length. He curses as you begin to hum, sending delicious vibrations down his manhood.

Kaneki trains his gaze on your form. He finds his fingers intertwining with your hair. You can feel his nails brush your scalp as he incites you to take in more of him. You whimper for mercy but that only serves to fuel his burning libido.

His release is sudden and you are unprepared. You gasp as his desire fills your mouth and you almost move to spit it out but he stops you. Kaneki tips your chin up and forces you to look in his eyes.

"Swallow it, princess."

You comply with his wishes, shame pools in the pit of your stomach as the weight of your actions finally hit you. There's a thin rivulet of his cum that blazes a trail down your mouth. Kaneki leans in to lick it off, his tongue traces the line of his desire and ends it with a quick peck on your lips.

"Do you want to tell me why you were in a cafe with a raven haired, bespectacled morsel of food?" There's a predatory flicker in Kaneki's eyes and his kakugan shines ominously in the poorly lit room of the love hotel.

"It was nothing, he was just an old friend of mine. There was nothing going on, I swear."

He scoffs.

"You're the only one, I promise," tone dripping with conviction and sweetness. "I love you."

You've got him now. He softens slightly, you can tell by the way his eyes have lost a notch of the coldness it once had. He warms us to you slowly. He leans forward to hug you. You would normally be against skinship of any sort but this is one of the few times Kaneki is so vulnerable. Ever since his tenure of torture at Aogiri, he has hardened. You melt into his touch, reciprocating his act of love.

He gently lays you down on the soft covers of the bed. Kaneki is hovering over you. His lips ghost over your bare skin, you feel as if his kisses leave touches of fire running through your body.

"I love you," he whispers, trailing kisses down the expanse of your belly. His tongue dances aroind your stomach, you whimper and moan out his name as he makes his slow descent down your dripping womanhood. "I would kill for you, _____."

"Kaneki!" You howl suddenly as his fingers teasingly manipulate your throbbing clit.

"And I would be damned if I let anyone take you away from me," he practically hisses as he leans down your spread legs and wet womanhood. "Do you have any idea how much I itched to kill that man? Do you know how much I had to keep myself from fucking you raw on that cafe table for everyone to see, so that they knew who you belonged to?"

"I-"

You moan his name once more and close your eyes as you feel the familiar coiling sensation around your stomach. The urge to cum grows closer and closer, you can practically feel yourself slipping off the edge. He stops his minstrations suddenly, earning a whimper from you.

"Do you think I was rewarding you, _____," he asks, one brow dipped slightly in mock confusion. "Do you honestly think you have the right to cum?"

He continues torturing you in the sweetest way possible, denying you the chance to cum multiple times. That is until you suddenly scream out a certain phrase.

Kaneki's eyes widen in genuine surprise, "w-what did you just call me?"

"D-daddy." You gasp out as he lets down his guard.

"What did you want me to do, _____," he asks, a brutal plan begins to take root in his mind. He had most certainly heard that plea but he wants to hear the words slip out of your mouth again.

"F-fist me, daddy."

"Do you think you deserve it?"

"Y-yes, daddy, p-please."

"Hm" he enjoys this, you can see from the way his eyes practically glimmer with delight. "I don't know if you really deserve it."

"P-please," you beg, "I-I'm sorry daddy, I swear, I-I love you!"

"Persuade me, _____-chan," he practically purrs, "why should I do anything you say."

"B-because..."

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One finger. Two fingers. Three fingers. Four fingers. Five fingers.

It was horrible and it felt like shit. It hurt to say the least, it hurt so fucking much. His fingers slide in and out of you at an unreasonable pace. Lubricated by your own juices and blood, he forged on. Even though tears welled out of your eyes that didn't stop you from calling out his name and 'daddy' and moaning. Kaneki seemed to blur the edges of reason and irrationality, of pain and pleasure. Tonight, was heaven and hell blended all together melded into one boiling despot of sin. Tonight your reason was gone.

And so as he leans in the bed beside you, his hands coated with your desire and blood. A flicker of guilt so infinitesimal shines in his eyes.

Kaneki's voice is unmistakably laced with nothing but gentleness concern for your wellbeing he asks, "are you alright?"

Your voice is so soft, he fears the wind could have carried it away.

"Yes."

"Are you alright," he asks again, unsure and unaware what to do post coitus.

"We have to do this again next time."