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Tell Me (Touken/Kanetou ficlet)

Summary: A fwb au, but the unhealthiest kind

Words: 1,895~

Notes: @hakucho-art gave me brainworms and now I toxic angsty touken is my terminal illness

Warnings: NSFT, 18+, toxic relationship/dynamic, dubcon (ish), femdom, this is basically just unhealthy smut :3

Letting out a shaky breath, Kaneki tilts his head back and squeezes his eyes shut. Touka frowns and grabs his face, pinching his cheeks between her fingers. Forcing him to face her, she stares hard into Kaneki’s widening eyes. He almost looks frightened.

“Don’t look away.” She commands. “And don’t shut your eyes. Keep your focus on me.” She lets go, moving her fingers over his cheek and down to his chin, running her nails against his jaw. He shivers. “Understood?”

“Touka-chan…” His voice is quiet and pricked with uncertainty. He then nods - a small, timid nod - and Touka smiles, her eyes narrowing.

“Good. Now listen carefully. You’re going to answer my questions, and in return,” her eyes flick down to his crotch, where there is now a noticeable tent rising in his boxer shorts. “I'll give you what you want. That’s a fair exchange, right?”

“Touka, I don’t know–”

“Shh,” she swipes her thumb over his bottom lip. “You don’t need to answer.” Biting her bottom lip, she moves her hand further down and presses her palm against his chest. She can feel his heart racing. “There is a lot at stake here.”

“W-What do you mean?”

Smirking, she leans back, her hand slipping down his chest and stopping above his pelvis. His body has grown firm and taut the past month or so, his soft flesh replaced with hardened muscle. She resists the urge to make a remark and instead reaches for her collar, unbuttoning her shirt. Kaneki watches her, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes glazed with lustful want. She slips her shirt off her shoulders, revealing a black, lacy bralette. He hasn’t seen this one before. Her stiffened nipples poke through the sheer fabric, tempting him, and his eyes follow her hand as she moves it down between her cleavage and over her stomach. His eyes dart between her hand and her eyes, and she knows what it is he’s asking for; his unspoken desire to touch her, to grope her, and to feel her once more, just as he has done many times before now. Even so, he looks on like a starved animal, desperate for his next meal.

But Touka shakes her head, denying him, and he frowns, while making no move to challenge her authority. He can be strangely obedient, Touka finds, relishing his disappointed pouts. She sighs, leaning back against her hands, and her skirt riding up her thighs.

“This is what you want, right?” She says, his eyes drinking in her visage. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”

His blush deepens and he nods, his eyes darkening as they both begin to imagine him on top of her, deep inside her, their naked bodies pressed against one another. Her body feels hot at the mere thought, more so when Kaneki looks at her like this – without shame, without hesitation, and moments away from acting on his lewd impulses. Touka shuts her eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Is that…all you want from me?”

Kaneki blinks, confused, and he moves to sit up. “What do you mea– Oof!”

Touka pushes him back down with her foot, scowling. He looks at her, alarmed, but before he can protest, she moves her leg back and to her side. She reaches down to lift her skirt, revealing her pantiless cunt. As if struck by some kind of spell, Kaneki’s focus immediately shifts, his lips parted and eyes wide. His clenched fists twist into the bedsheets underneath him, and she can see that he is trying his best to keep himself in place, understanding that Touka is the one in control here.

“Don’t be impatient,” Touka smirks, parting her folds with one hand. Kaneki responds with a low moan, relishing the sight of her glistening pussy. “Just answer my questions and this can be all yours.” She lets her skirt fall back in between her legs. “Now focus. What do I mean to you?”

“Touka-chan, that’s a bit…” Averting his eyes, he shuffles uncomfortably in place, his blush deepening. “I don’t think we should…”

“Stop mumbling.”

Sitting on her knees, She grabs Kaneki’s thighs and spreads his legs open. He lifts his hands, but does nothing to stop her. He instead watches Touka, alarmed, while she crawls towards him, moving in between his opened legs and positioning her body over his. Pressing her hands to each side of his head, she glares at him, her face mere inches away from his. His cheeks are flushed and his breathing unsteady, but still, he makes no effort to move her back, allowing her total control.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” With one hand, she reaches down to his crotch, rubbing her palm over his hardened erection. Kaneki sucks in a sharp breath, struggling to keep his eyes open, and Touka leans in closer, her nose touching his. “What do I mean to you, Kaneki?”

Lowering his eyes, Kaneki hesitates to answer, pressing his lips together. Already, Touka can feel him slipping away, even while entrapping him with her own body. Tutting, she moves her hand up and over the tip of his clothed cock, before running her fingers back down and squeezing them around his shaft. He gasps and whines, his back arching. He wants more, thrusting into Touka’s hand, but as soon as he tries, Touka pulls her hand away, leaving him rutting into the empty air. Kaneki winces and sinks back down onto the bed.

“That’s not fair, Touka-chan.” He mumbles, and a flash of anger seizes Touka.

“Tell me, then.” She snaps, her words sharp and pointed. She grabs him again, her strokes quick and rough. “Tell me – what am I to you? What do you want from me? If you tell me, I’ll let you cum.”

Kaneki grabs her wrist, grimacing. “T-Touka, wait. I don’t understand–”

Kaneki tries to sit up again, but Touka is quick to push him back down. Pressing down on his shoulders, she lifts herself up and straddles him. Their crotches pressed together, she can feel how hard and stiff he is, and moaning, his hands move instinctively to her hips.

Sneering, she grabs his hands and presses them back down onto the bed, leaning over him. “What’s so hard to understand?” She mutters, lacing her fingers through his. “It’s a simple fucking question.”

“It’s just that…” He lets out a shaky sigh, shuffling underneath her. “I don’t understand why you’re asking me like this.”

She frowns, looking away. She then leans down, her lips to his ear, and she speaks in a low, chilling voice. “Because you’re a coward, Kaneki.” She pulls away, glaring, and she lets the words soak in, his concern shifting to irritation. “I thought it would be better if I gave you an…incentive.”

“Touka-chan…”

“Shut up.” Her jaw clenches. “Just shut up!”

Touka rolls her hips forward, and they both moan, electrifying pleasure jolting through them. She pushes back and then forward again, and then again, and again, until they begin to pant and moan, desperate for more.

“Touka, i-if you keep g-going, then–”

“Not yet.”

Straightening, Touka reaches down and pulls Kaneki’s dick out from his boxers, giving him temporary relief, before positioning the tip between her slit. He looks down between her legs, feeling her hand guide him, and he swallows, hesitating still to stop her. And seeing his hesitance, she sinks slowly down onto his thick, throbbing cock. Her chest heaves, feeling him fill every inch inside her, and Kaneki cries out, arching his head back. Settling on his lap, her cheeks flushed, Touka watches Kaneki, watching his expression twist with a strange mix of satisfaction and discomfort. Gritting her teeth, she lifts her hips, before slamming back down against him, prompting the two of them to moan loudly in response.

“You’re pathetic,” she groans, continuing to thrust herself down onto his dick, again and again. “And a pervert, and a– ah!”

Kaneki moves his hips up to meet her, matching the rhythm of her movements. It feels good, feeling him take her like this and use her the way he wants. But it's not enough. It's never enough.

“T-This is all I am to you, right? I’m just a body to keep you w-warm at night. T-That’s all I ever was to you. Admit it.”

“I-Is that what you r-really think?” He says, speaking in between quick, shallow breaths.

She leans further back, grinding against him. She pushes herself as far as she can go, shamelessly pleasuring herself with his body. Again and again and again, having him reach deep inside her, hitting her sweet spot. Hitting her in a way only he can.

And all the while, a deep, sinking despair continues to grow in the pit of her stomach, pain mixing into pleasure and anxiousness tainting the sensations riveting through her. Touka shudders, knowing that soon, she'll be left with nothing but the dread dwelling within her, abandoned and forgotten, like a piece of trash.

“I-I mean nothing to you. Nothing at all.” She tilts her head further back, shutting her eyes. “But that’s okay, that’s okay, b-because–”

I'm selfish.

“No!” He lifts himself up, grabbing her waist. He rams into her and Touka cries out, her body trembling. “That’s not true at all.”

“Don’t lie to me, don’t even try.” She winces, tears gathering in her eyes. Their hips continue to roll against one another, eliciting wave after wave of euphoric pleasure. “I know it’s the truth.”

He reaches forward, pressing a hand against her cheek, but she grabs his hand and moves it to her chest, squeezing it against her breast. He frowns, thrusting harder into her, and he pulls down her bralette, groping her breast and rubbing a thumb over her nipple. Touka bites her lip, hard enough to draw blood, and she squeezes her eyes shut, hoping it’ll be enough to hide her tears.

“W-Why are you doing this to me?” Kaneki breathes, quickening his pace. “How can you t-think that–”

“I-I’m going to cum.”

“T-Touka,” Kaneki grunts, leaning his head between her breasts. “I-I–”

With one final thrust, he cums deep inside her, spurting his semen into her. Touka continues to move against him until her body begins to tremble, her cheeks wet with tears. She cries out, wave after wave of intense, agonising pleasure washing over her. She soon falls limp against the bed, feeling Kaneki move out of her. Shuddering, she feels his cum spill out of her, first warm, and then uncomfortably cold against her clammy skin. Kaneki sits back, breathing heavily, and he watches her, pale and sweaty. He runs a hand over his face, pressing his palm against his mouth and looking away.

Watching him, she knows already that he’ll be gone by the time dawn breaks. It’s hard to know what he will do following this night; if his weekly visits will continue, or if he’ll finally bring an end to this strange relationship of theirs. It’s hard for Touka to say which she’d rather prefer, or which she thought to be right. Nothing seemed right anymore, forever feeling lost in the directionless life she has been forced to live. Even now, regret begins to swell within her, and she curls to her side, hugging herself. She closes her eyes, and she knows he’ll be gone soon, and she’ll be alone once again.

#reblog

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