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Partition

Summary: Car sex

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Diamond glittered in the pale moonlight as you stepped out the Gala. It was around 2 a.m., and you were extremely exhausted, ready to take off your heels and corset that imprisoned your aching flesh. Not too far behind followed you a blonde haired man, a glistening matching ring adorned both your left hands.

Guards encircled you as you made your way towards the sleek black SUV, the distinct sound of stiletto heels resonating against the pavement with each step. Your hips moved with a captivating natural rhythm, creating an allure that seemed to affect Coriolanus who was walking behind you, his esteemed First Lady.

Coriolanus held open the door for you, his gaze subtly tracing the elegant contours of your form as you gracefully crouched to enter. A momentary glimpse of the delicate lace of your panties captured his attention as you swung in each leg with deliberate poise. He arched a questioning brow, wondering whether your seemingly intentional display was a purposeful act.

Maintaining a facade of indifference, you skillfully feigned obliviousness to the subtle scrutiny, but Coryo knew better than to fall for your tricks. Nonetheless, he let's it go, choosing not to press the matter. He seamlessly joined you, sliding into the seat beside yours before securing the door. The tinted glasses provided a discreet vantage point, affording you an unobstructed view of everything around, while cloaking your presence from prying external eyes. The inherent convenience of such privacy did not escape notice.

You failed to observe how Coryo sat impossibly close, with one warm hand on your knees and the other snaked around your waist. Seemingly innocent, it appears as a loving gesture between spouses, but you're aware of a different reality.

Coriolanus's hhand maintained its place on your waist, his fingers subtly tracing patterns as if claiming territory. The allure of the night seemed to heighten the tension within the confined space of the vehicle. His rosy cologne, a gentle scent, filled your nose as you leaned into his touch.

"What perfume is this?" He asks.

"Peach Blossom," You breathe, wondering if he's taken a keen to it.

"Never wear it again unless we're in public." He commands and you furrow your brows. What? "It covers your natural scent, I don't like that."

You stop yourself for laughing, not wanting to abash him. Never to wear any other artificial fragrance again unless it's for public purposes? All because he can't smell your natural scent? You truly had him whipped. You just give him a slight nod in response.

Your muscles ease against his broad chest, sensing the rhythm of his breath. The hand on your knees subtly glides upward, its movement almost imperceptible, and his nails gently trace across your skin.

He angles his head, gently placing a tender, chaste kiss on the area below your ears along your jawline. They press a little longer than they should, and you sense the possessiveness behind the act.

"What'd you drink?" You whisper, smelling the liquor on his breath.

"Bowmore 1957" he responds, his eyelashes brushing against your skin from the proximity of his face.

"How was it?" you inquired, your question lacking genuine curiosity. You sought a diversion from the thoughts racing through your mind about where his hands could go, the things he could do to you right now.

"Not as divine as you taste," he responded, offering no assistance to your wandering thoughts. At that very moment, the car made a sharp turn, and his hand slid higher up your thigh while his other arm tightened it's grip around your waist.

"Coriolanus." Your eyes widened and your hand fell on his wrist. Gazing into his eyes brimming with desire, you saw his lips form an amused, teasing grin.

"Hm?" He hummed, moving defiantly against your weak grip. You shot him a glare, a sort of warning. He dismisses your silent caution by placing the hand that was on your torso to rest elegantly on your breast.

"What are you doing?" You whisper through your teeth. You were mad at yourself for how hot your skin was getting from the barest of his touch, he always had that effect on you.

"Such a low cut dress with easy access, tell me, was this on purpose, love?" He ignores your question, you knew exactly what he was doing and knew that his actions would just continue further, so there was no reason to argue against it. You knew he'd win in the end, he always does.

Snow lands on top

"Not here," your voice trembles as you sense the squeeze on your inner thigh.

"Yes, here," he murmurs, planting a wet kiss on your neck.

Feeling tense, you contemplate. You're aware of Snow's eagerness, but you do trust that he wouldn't push boundaries if you said no. Moreover, with the partition up, the driver would remain oblivious and this is where those tinted windows came in convenience.

Gripping one of Coriolanus's shoulders, you pulled yourself up onto his lap, your dress riding up as you straddled him. You could see you surprised him with the way his eyes widened till they filled with glittering mischief, something you've grown familiar to since you were both children. Coriolanus Snow had always been a rebel.

With a smile, he attacked your neck with sloppy wet kisses, hands frantically exploring every inch of your skin. His fingers slid from beneath your dress, tracing the contours of your skin. You melted in his touch like wax sensing the warmth from each other.

You can feel his hard cock underneath the fabric of your panties and his pants. You begin to subtly move against the hardness, gradually building up a sensation

He unexpectedly raised you slightly, you sometimes forget how easily he can lift you up. Swiftly, he shifts aside your panties and clumsily pulls down a portion of his pants and boxers, unveiling his hard and senstive cock leaking with precum.

You feel the tip press against your wetfolds as you sink down onto his cock, hissing at the stretch. It's important to mention that while yes you were in the mood to fuck, you were also exhausted after hours of walking in heels and draining your social battery. Coriolanus noticed, of course he did, he knows you like the back of his hand.

"You tired, darling?" He whispered, sensing the way your body went completely lax as soon as you sinked down on him.

"Mhm," you nodded shyly. You knew he wouldn't be upset with you or anything but you couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"S'okay baby, I got you. You wanna stop?" He cooed, petting your hair and holding you you tightly to his chest.

"No, wanna keep going." You lazily answered, feeling the way the satin strap on your shoulder naturally fell with the pull of gravity.

"Okay, I need you to relax for me, dove." His chest resonates with the vibrations of his voice, and you sense it as you plant gentle, tickling kisses on his neck where your head lay. His face carries a subtle smile, evident from them.

Slowly, he pushes forward, claiming the tight heat that has been tormenting him. Once he sees you're comfortable, he continues rutting in and out of you. The symphony of your sounds delight. He revels in your vocality during sex, it feeds his ego to know how good he's making you feel.

You throw your head back when he hits that sweet spot inside of you. You can't help but whimper at the repeated brushing against the spot, and Coryo takes this as an opportunity to capture your lips between his. You moaned into the kiss, feeling drunk on his touch. He leisurely moved his tongue from the edge of your lips, tracing a path down to your neck.

Coryo passionately fucks you, as if he's your devoted worshipper, imprinting your pleasure on his being. The rhythm he creates is almost sinful, with one hand gripping the soft flesh of your ass and the other exploring every reachable piece of your body. The intensity of the experience overwhelms you, prompting you to tightly embrace him, pulling him in as close as you can.

He presses his open mouth to your shoulder, too concentrated on chasing his high to nip or leave love bites.

You feel that finials knot in your stomach and know you're about to come undone. Your hands search desperately for something to grab on to, and you find your palms pressed against the foggy windows leaving sweaty handprints.

"C-coryo..." You choke on your words, trying to signal that you're close. You get some sort of noise acknowledging your whine, and you hope he knows why because you can't seem to formulate anything else coherent.

"I know, baby. Come for me whenever you want." He reassures and tears brim your eyes. Your mascaras running, red lipstick smudged.

Coryo skillfully adjusts, allowing his hand to slide down your stomach. Utilizing his thumb, he deftly flicks and rubs at your clit, taking advantage of the openness facilitated by the positioning of his cock. As sensations intensify, spots start to form in your vision. Each stroke pushes you closer to the edge until you cream on his cock and whimper uncontrollably.

The pleasure of clenching around his thick cock sends Coriolanus into a spiral as he can no longer control himself. Warm thick liquid gushes inside of you as Coryo grunts into your neck, trying to muffle his sounds. Your name falls out his lips like a prayer.

Too focused on his own high, Coryo doesn't notice how he's let go of you until you sloppily fall off his lap onto the seat. You looked absolutely fucked out, and the apology on the tip of his tongue died once he saw the way you looked. Hair messy, panties scrunched, dress half on, very visible hickeys, bruises forming on your hips from his hands gripping, and thick dribbles of his cum spilling out from your pussy onto your gown.

You're beyond speech, and all you can do is watch as Coryo pulls out his phone and snaps a quick picture.

He retrieves a handkerchief and delicately starts wiping you down, encouraging you to unwind and even to take a nap if you wish. You laugh softly in response. Aftercare makes him so gentle. Bending down, he hovers over you and plants sweet, affectionate kisses all over your body.

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His Preformer

Summary: A wealthy and privileged classmate, Coriolanus Snow, visits a strip club with friends. Unexpectedly, he discovers you performing on stage. A little OOC Coryo.

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Your hands shook as you looked at your paycheck from your current job waitressing. This wasn't going to be enough to cover your groceries this month if they went towards the bills.

You'd been debating for some time now on finding a new job but it was very hard. Especially with your schedule.

"Hey girl," your regular customer came in.

"Just a milkshake, I got my paycheck today and I'm trying not to splurge." The customer spoke. Her name was Sarah and she had become a regular customer at the local cafe where you worked. Every morning, she would stroll in, her vibrant personality shining like a beacon. She was friendly, chatty, and it didn't take long for Sarah and you to strike up a casual friendship.

"I don't know how much longer I can keep working here. My paycheck just isn't cutting it, and I'm drowning in bills." You spoke as you worked up the vanilla caramel milkshake.

Sarah sighed, "I totally understand where you're coming from, girl. I used to be in the same boat."

You raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You were? I had no idea. What did you do to change things?"

Sarah leaned in, lowering her voice. "I work as a stripper at the club down Stover street, it turned out to be a game-changer for me. The pay is much better, and I have more control over my income. Plus, it's given me the financial stability I was struggling to find before."

You consider Sarah's words and are intrigued, to say the least. Are you sure you wanna go into this?

"How do I start?" You ask.

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A low whistle drags through Casey's lips once he spots the dimly lit stage. Casey was one of Coriolanus's friends along with Sejanus. Coriolanus quickly glanced around the club, observing the tables and wasted men. He followed Sejanus and Casey into the heart of the building, where red LED lights buzzed as it flared through the perimeter of the ceiling.

"Table for three?" The lady at the desk asked, pen hovering over a clipboard. The boys look over at Coriolanus, and he gives them a slight shake of his head in response. They already knew he would say no. He says it every time. They still ask.

"Just two." Sejanus answers.

"Just so you know, we only take cash here." The lady said as she looked up past her computer.

"Shit- You can cover this, right, Snow?" Casey gave him Sheepish smile.

"Yeah." Coriolanus replied, pulling the $530 out his wallet and handing it over to the woman with the tight sleek bun.

"You're all set, right this way!" She smiles as she escorts the two capitol boys into the VIP private rooms.

"Great." Coriolanus whispers to himself as he is now left all alone. Despite the type of people his friends are, it was out of Coriolanus's element to be at a strip club. But, here he was.

He decided to leave and pick up his friends when they were done. While he was starting to leave, he scanned the dimly lit room looking for an exit. His eyes widened with surprise when his gaze landed on a familiar face across the venue.

You, a fellow classmate from the academy, were on the stage, captivating the audience with your graceful moves. Your hair cascaded down your back, and your confidence was undeniable. Coriolanus remembered you as the easily angered and studious girl who sat next to him in statistics, not whatever this was. What a surprise, he thought.

He had always found himself behaving childishly with you with both your bickering and arguing. He swore that he always tried not to engage in it but he couldn't help it, it was so fun to tease and mess with you.

He couldn't help but watch you perform. Thank God there weren't many people here on Monday nights, but even with the very few people that were here, watching you, something burned in his chest. He didn't like this feeling.

After your performance ended, he made his way to the bar, trying to blend in with the crowd. Ordering a drink, he formulated a plan. He wanted no one else to see you like that. He looked at all the university boys and middle aged men in the crowd. They didn't deserve you. But, neither did he and he knew that. However, that didn't help the pang in his chest.

Coriolanus knew if you saw him, you'd kick him in the balls before he could even get out a word. So, he spotted a rack of masks for sale near the entrance and selected one that covered most of his face. It was exactly what he needed.

With the mask now concealing his identity, Coriolanus approached the reception lady and discretely handed her a wad of cash. "I'd like to purchase a week's worth of dances for that performer," he said softly, avoiding eye contact.

The reception lady, who was used to such requests, nodded and discreetly noted down the transaction. Coriolanus's heart raced as he watched her send the message backstage. You wouldn't know who had paid for your week.

As you finished your shift and emerged from the back, you were met by Linda, the receptionist, who handed you an envelope. "A masked man bought a week's worth of dances from you," She explained. "He's waiting in room 7"

Your eyes widened in disbelief as you took the envelope. You had no idea who could have done this. You opened it, revealing a substantial amount of cash.

Back in the room, Coriolanus was dealing with the consequences of his overthinking, debating whether or not to just leave a note saying he didn't want the dances and to accept the payment as a gift. But, he knew if he did that, you wouldn't appreciate it. You were a girl who only enjoyed the fruits of your labor and would never accept anything out of charity. Stubborn. That, and the fact that you would probably still perform, so he had to take up your slot so no one else could see you.

Coriolanus knew this was selfish and maybe even weird to some people. But it's a win for both parties, so what's wrong with it? You're still making cash.

The door opens and it snaps Coriolanus out of his thinking.

"So, You're the guy who rented my whole week out?" Your voice boomed through the confines of the room, he always heard you before he saw you.

God, there you were. Y/n L/n, and you were practically dripping in gold. Coriolanus never wanted an incarnation of something so desperately as in this moment. He scanned you from head to toe and a smile broke out on his lips as he watched you tap your foot and cross your arms.

"Yeah, got a problem with that– what was your name again?" He speaks.

"Angel" You huffed, not sparing him a glance. He stifles a laugh at your announcement.

"What's so funny?" You quirked a brow, hands now dropping to your hips.

"Nothing. It's just- you're anything but an angel." He laughed, throwing his head back as he leaned back on his palms.

"Who do you think you are?" You scowl, cheeks turning a shade of red, and he couldn't help but find it amusing. This whole situation humored him.

"Clock's ticking, babe." He takes a sip of scotch, gesturing with his fingers to the cool, metal pole.

"You want a show?" You smirk, walking over to the pole. "I'll give You a show" your voice saccharine as the words rolled off your tongue.

Your thighs gripped around the metal as you lifted both your feet up and twirled your body in a spiral. You gracefully flipped yourself and came back down, the muscle on your thighs and arms flexing as you did.

"How's that for a show?" You smirked, fixing yourself into a position known as the skater pose.

"Impressive. How about you strip for me now? I mean, that is what I paid for." He started to get cocky.

"Of course." You bit your lip in annoyance and gave a fake smile, swallowing back a snarky remark. You took off your fitted but revealing top and skirt, leaving you in a spaghetti strap crop with shorts that were given to you by the staff.

"All of it." He commanded sternly, resting his chin on his palm with a lustful grin. Your lips curved as you stripped into only your red two-piece lingerie. Unbeknownst to you, his favorite color.

"What a sight for sore eyes.." Coriolanus mumbled low, his heart starting to race. You looked extraordinary, like an image of a goddess and he couldn't believe it was all in front of him like that. He felt so unworthy but- fuck, was he so greedy towards wanting you.

"What? Got nothing to say now?" You teased. It took a few seconds, but suddenly, he grabbed your waist and stood up, his free hand going up to cup your face.

"Y’know, red is my favorite color, pretty girl" He states, face inches apart. So close. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest against yours.

You didn't know what came over you, or what you were feeling for this stranger. Why did it feel like your heart was ready to jump out every time his hands wandered over your exposed skin?

"Who are you?" You ask finally, resting your hand on his neck. Gosh, you didn't realize how tall he was until now, or how his curly blonde locks of hair fell over his masked face. Who was he? Who was this man that bought out your entire week and indirectly helped you be able to pay rent for the next four months? The sound of a phone buzzing brought you back to reality from your thoughts

"Sorry darlin'," he playfully pouts, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear to get one last good look at your enchanting face.

"But, I gotta go. My friends are done." The mystery customer sighed sympathetically before grabbing his coat and leaving you inside the private room like nothing happened between you two.

You didn't know much about this job but what you did know was people came here for lustful reasons yet you felt something motivated by a different emotion behind that man.

Who was he?

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The sleep deprived woman, you, walked into class, the click of your shoes alerting the blonde haired boy whom you classified as an, 'arrogant, stereotypical asshole'.

"What are you looking at?" You snap, noticing his gaze on your ass. You were contemplating whether or not you wanted to stab him with your pencil right then and there.

"Nothing" he muttered looking away, completely dazed as his mind worked through the flashbacks of his hands kneading the supple flesh of your ass between his palms as he fucked you.

"Dumbass," You muttered to yourself.

"You're not much of an angel yourself, either.” He narrowed his eyes at you.

No one else would've thought anything of this. It was common for Coriolanus Snow and Y/n L/n to bicker the whole damn day if they ever had the time. So no one else caught it.

Except for you yourself. Dread set in as you tried not to overthink the word he used. Angel. There's no way in hell anyone knew about your new side job. How could anyone, you’d only been with one guy ever since you started. Shit, he's the only guy on your roster there.

You sighed and did you best to get over it. Besides, You'll confront the mystery customer tonight when he comes again.

In the meantime, oblivious to you, Coriolanus needed to do something about the tightening of his pants. Fuck.

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"Starting to think you’re wearing red more often on purpose" the mystery man spoke.

He was back there again for the fifth time this week. Same old routine and although you knew not to have sex with the customers, you couldn't deprive yourself the pleasure that came with getting fucked so damn good. You craved to have him inside you.

You roll your eyes, pretending not to be flustered by the little compliments he always gave you. It was hard for you to decipher if he was being genuine or not. Besides, what would it matter if this guy knew about you little infatuation with him. It's not like something could be done about it.

"But.." He whispers next to your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder. You shivered as a chill ran down your spine with the touch of his index finger roaming along your bare skin.

"I think," he glides the flat of his palm down from your arm to the small of your back.

"It suits you way better off." He finishes his sentence by placing a delicate kiss to your neck while unclasping your bra. The fabric fell to the floor, and a gasp issued out from your lips.

"I don't even know your name and I could get in so much trouble." You spoke as if the words that left your mouth mattered to you. You let this man fuck you before so many times within the past few days, so why was it different this time?

"You're saying you don't want me?" He pouts, trying his best to not cum in his pants from you ass rubbing against his crotch when you bent over to pick up your bra.

"Well..." You bit your lips in shame. You did, you really fucking wanted to.

"Just say the words, Angel," He whined. "and I'm all yours,"

"I-" You choked. Your brain was screaming yes.

"Don't think of the consequences." He reassured, trying his best to conceal the want in his tone.

"Okay." You answered breathly, giving in to your desires.

"Okay? Are you certain?" He wanted to make sure. "You can always stop whenever you want–" He was cut off by the abrupt kiss from your honey coated lips.

"Yes." You firmly stated. Coriolanus grinned mischievously before hoisting you up, legs naturally wrapping around his waist. Your cognitive thinking went haywire as soon as he snaked his arms around you, holding you steady.

His tongue explored the inside of your mouth and you could taste the liquor that stained his tongue. You knew he was muscular but you never truly took into account how strong that made him. His muscles flexed as he went lower and lower down your body, trailing sloppy wet kisses.

"So" kiss.

"Beautiful" kiss.

The mystery man finally placed you down on the counter of the mini bar, falling to his knees. You didn't know why, but your cheeks were burning red. No person you had sex with ever had you this damn flustered.

His kisses on your lower abdomen continued. Once he reached your thighs, your heart started to race ever faster. His platinum tufts of hair pooling against your pelvis.

"You wet for me?" He whispers into your skin, breath fanning against it and hands dangerously getting closer to your core.

"No…" You stuttered, clearly embarrassed by how much your body wanted this. Wanted him.

"Oh?" He lifted a brow as he moved your panties to the side and ran two fingers down your cunt, picking up the natural lubricant that was practically pooling.

"Why’d you lie to me, Darling?" His lips form a fake frown before he licks your juices off his fingers.

"You know I only wanna give you pleasure" He dragged his warm tongue against your folds. You couldn't help but let out a cry when his tongue flicked your clit.

"Is this good?" He asks, the words vibrating against your heat.

"Mhm," you moan, hands finding their way into his hair and using it to anchor yourself against his face, grinding your hips down on it.

"Fuck!" You moan out in pleasure. You’ve never felt this confident with a guy before. You guessed it was something about not fully knowing his identity that gave you more courage. That you can walk out of here and never see him again in your life. He only existed here and something about that made you less fearful.

"You close?" His words were muffled against your needy cunt.

"Yes." You gasp out. Suddenly, he pulls away from the grip between your thighs.

"What? Why'd You do that?" You confront frustrated.

"Well, it's not fair for you to come before you even touch me." He answers arrogantly. What the hell was wrong with him? How could he go from being so sweet to such a jerk?

"Fuck your feelings," You groan before undoing his jeans, about to pull his boxers down too but he catches your wrists before you gets the chance.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" He stares at you with something unreadable in his eyes.

"Since you're all about fairness, I'm gonna give myself a reward for all the hard work I've been doing." You state as if it's a matter of fact.

"No, what's fair is all that hard work has been rewarded with several bands." He chastised.

"So I can't enjoy my job?" You scoffed with a weak argument.

"Nothing in your job description says anything about fucking. In fact, You're strictly told not to." He chuckled. You didn’t know that he knew about the rules, how naïve.

"So you want to stop?" You challenged. Gosh, why were you so difficult?

"Do you want me to stop?" He fired back with the same tone. You turned your head to the side and scowled immaturely as a response

"That's what I thought," he conceited. He picked you up and placed you down on the loveseat. You peeked through the corner of your eye as he pulled down his boxers.

He was touching himself slowly but he really didn't need to with how hard he already was. You squeezed your legs and gripped the seat from sexual frustration. This was fucking torture. He knew how bad you wanted him and took that to his advantage.

"Want something, Angel?" He taunted.

"Need" You mumble the word.

"Oh, I know,” He mocks, pulling you legs closer to him which made you yelp in surprise. You were entranced with how he handled you, finding the delicate balance between rough and gentle to be perfect. Coriolanus committed to memory every aspect of your body, from its curves to the way it responded to his touch.

"Gonna fuck you ‘till you forget your name," He groans as he aligns his cock with your entrance.

"Yeah?" You breathe.

"Mhm, gonna fuck you so good, you'll forget any other person who's ever had the privilege of touching you like this." He says before sinking himself into your body. You didn't realize you were holding your breath until you let out an exasperated sigh.

"Tell me how much you love it." He throws his head back, hips grinding smoothly against you like sweet molasses.

"So much," your words were barely coherent and his pace unforgiving. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, and filthy noises spilled out from both your throats.

"Tell me how bad you want it." His voice was no longer as rough as it was but instead had been replaced with neediness and whimpering.

"Till I can't walk." Your mind goes blank, and you are starting to babble.

"You look so cute going dumb on my dick." He coos, swooping his head down to place sloppy kisses. You squeeze your eyes shut from the sensitive sensations of his teeth on your collarbone.

"Faster," you whine, clawing your fingers on his back.

"If I go any faster, this loveseat is gonna break," he replied, and he was right. The furniture wasn't very sturdy.

"But, if we take this to my place, maybe I could." He flashes a boyish smile.

"In your dreams, mystery man." You roll your eyes at him.

"Mystery man?" He quirks a brow, pace starting to slow.

"Well, you never really told me your name." You moan out, sweat starting to bead on your skin at the slow dragging of his cock against your walls.

"I really thought you'd know me by this point, Y/n." His lips curved into a cheshire grin and you felt your heart stop. What did he just call you?

"How do you know my name?" Your mouth parts.

The man sighs before saying, "Y/n L/n, you’re from the districts but somehow managed to attend the Academy, you’re studying economics and you sit next to me first and fourth hour."

"How do you know all this– wait. Did you say we go to school together?" Dread set into you, and you quickly pulled the blonde haired man off of you.

There's no fucking way. You went to school with this guy? Fuck, fuck, fuck. You were screwed.

For a moment, everything was silent. Coriolanus's amused look faded. All there remained was worry etched onto his face. You stood there, face twisted into that of fear and concern of the unknown. Your hands gently came up, and your fingertips grazed the plastic of the mask.

"Who are you?" You asked for the dozenth time in an almost rhetorical way. What you really meant was who was this guy that you got yourself so tangled up with.

Coriolanus shuts his eyes as you took it off. The object clatters onto the floor, and your hand quickly clasps over your mouth.

"Coriolanus? You fucking Capitol brat!" You scream. "You need to fucking leave, I don't care how much you paid, leave." Within seconds a switch got flipped off in your brain and you knew nothing but anger.

"C'mon, darling. Don't be like that." He pleaded with a frown.

"Be like what? Angry? Upset? Enraged? Because I am! I am furious, Coriolanus. Who the hell do you think you are? I bet you already told all your little other egotistical jerk friends about this. How many people know? You know what, I don't even care. I can't fucking believe this right now, I just–" This time, he cuts you off and places his lips against yous like his life depended on it. He wanted you to feel everything he felt through that kiss.

You stood shocked and fought off the way your body wanted to melt into the kiss. You wanted to give in so bad, so so bad.

He pulled away and trailed down your jaw, and you let him. His lips felt so delicate and plush against your body, like they belonged there.

"I didn't tell anyone." He whispers gently, voice fragile and genuine.

"Find that hard to believe,"

"Y/n, please." He begged, and that's when you really looked into his eyes and read his face. He looked sincere and like he was about to break.

"I know you think I'm an asshole," he starts.

"I don't think, I know." You interrupt. He sucks his teeth as a response.

"But, I would never do something like that to you. When have I ever done something like that to anyone?" He reasons with you.

"I guess... You're right." You admit. He was right, he never had done something like that. Maybe you had unjustly judged him. Now that you thought about it, you had no valid reason to hate him.

"That still doesn't answer my main question. Why? Why did you buy my whole week? Why me if it wasn't to embarrass me?" You spoke.

"I don't know, I don't know why I did it at first. But now, I just can't imagine you with anyone else. The thought of you touching anyone else or letting anyone else touch you, I don't want that." He shakes his head, not noticing how his body tensed up.

"You like me?" You question.

"Well, I don't just have sex with anyone." He frowns, a tad bit hurt.

"Doubt that." You mutter.

"I'm serious." The expression on his face is stone cold, and you could tell that he wasn't lying. Yet, you couldn't wrap your head around it. He was the mystery man? The same guy that had you weak in the knees and red in the face? The same guy that irked you every second of the day that he saw you at school?

"I believe you." You sigh, letting your crossed arms loosen and fall to your side.

"Do you still want me?" He asks, eyes looking up at you with desperation.

"Look, I'm sorry for flipping out, but I can't do this, especially with you of all people. You're lucky there's no sharp objects around me. But, fucking you would just be embarrassing to my self-woth." You proclaimed before turning around to pick up your clothes.

"Are you sure?" He asks, his whole demeanor changing. You stood back up and when you did, you felt your back against his chest and your ass pressed up against his cock that was still covered in your wetness.

"Because I remember quite fondly how bad you said you wanted me and how good it felt when I was so deep in you." His playful behavior returned, and his teasing touch was making its mark on your skin again.

"Whatever you're trying to do, it’s not gonna work." You defected, voice betraying you.

"Really?" He implored. "You don't want me anymore?"

You didn't respond, knowing that if you did, you wouldn't be able to lie. Not when he looked at you with those eyes.

"You're saying you don't wanna feel me in you again, fucking you over and over again?

You whimper in response, forgetting how to form sentences as you mind went in a haze of lust.

"Asked you a question, darling." He pressed on, giving a sharp and sudden nip to your ear with his teeth. He doesn't move, giving you some time to think.

"If we do this," You begin. "What will happen after?"

"Whatever you want." Coriolanus spoke with want and desire.

"You mean that?" You ask sternly to make sure.

"I really do." he says before kissing you once again, a form of reassurance. He couldn't ever get enough of you.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you’re in love with me." You spoke, clearly feeling the emotion he wanted the kiss to convey.

"Well, do you?"

"Do I what?" You ask confused.

"Know better." He restates.

"Coriolanus Snow, are you in love with me?" You gasp, holding a soft grasp on his shoulders.

"You have no idea..." He whispers lowly, anguish evident in his tone.

"Fine, we can do this. But I'm in charge, okay?" You clarify.

"Whatever you want, Darling." He spreads his legs for you and leans back. You get up and align yourself with his body once again before slowly sinking down onto him, hissing at the sensation.

Curses fall from his mouth, and gratification flows through him like tidal waves. He trembles underneath you, and each time you bounce back down on his thighs, it feels better than the last. He senses his mind on the verge of collapse every time, and he starts to short circuit. Pleasure has never been so satisfying as it rakes through both your bodies as you allow each other to be safely vulnerable.

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It's been two days since the incident and since you and Coriolanus both talked to each other. You said you needed some time to think after Coriolanus asked you if you wanted to formally court him. You weighed the pros and cons and how you wouldn't need to work at the club anymore.

"Hey, you coming to class?" The text on your phone read.

"Yes." You replied back to him. You made up your mind on your decision and plan to convey it to him in person when you meet face to face.

You walk into class and immediately notice how anxious the ivory haired man looked. His knee was bouncing, and his hand kept raking through his hair.

"Hey," You unintentionally startle him.

"Oh! Hi." He shoots you his classic Coriolanus Snow smile, charismatic and charming as ever. "You look gorgeous."

"I just got out of bed." You laugh at his attempt at flattery.

"I still think you're pretty."

"Well, thank you, Coryo." You smile before pulling out your chair and sitting down next to him. “You look pretty, too”

You catch the way his cheeks flush, but you don't mention it.

"Have you thought about what I said?" He asks, playing with the ring on his hand in anticipation, a habit he picked up since childhood.

“I have. Coriolanus, I think you're a pretty decent guy and all." You start off your sentence.

"You don't feel the same way?" He presses his lips into a line.

"Yeah." You sigh sympathetically, noticing how he didn’t catch the inauthenticity in your tone.

"It's fine, I understand." Coriolanus gave an understanding look, no matter how disappointed he actually was. What he didn't expect was the sudden laughter that followed after.

"I'm kidding! Yes, I'll be your girlfriend!" You throw your arms around his neck and give a quick kiss to his cheek.

"You're so cruel to me." He furrows his brows, "But worth it." He smiles back at you, engulfing you into his embrace.

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I Didn't Sabotage Your Project

Summary: Short smut, academic rivals

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"You wanted to talk to me?" The blonde haired boy spoke, avoiding eye contact. His behavior made it seem as if he was too good to be wasting his time on you. You had asked him to meet with you earlier, and he reluctantly agreed.

"Yeah, did you sabotage my project with my tribute? Dr. Gaul specifically trusted me with those files!" You sputtered out, unable to contain your rage.

"Your tribute isn't worth my time, considering how poorly they performed. And perhaps I did sabotage your project, but that's because I saw potential in someone else. You clearly didn't deserve it," Snow says, his voice dripping with contempt.

"Are you serious? You have no right to be saying that. Take that back." You shouted, and you swear your skin was probably boiling at this point.

"I won't. Your inability to handle criticism and your constant need for attention are your downfall, not any sabotage on my part. You're simply not cut out for this world, little one." He spoke harshly, satisfied in the rise he was getting out of you.

Your expression completely changed from anger to fluster when you heard the nickname, and suddenly, you started choking up on your words.

"You know, if you're going to have any hope of surviving in this world, you'll need to learn to control your emotions better," Snow says coolly. "And trust me, no one here wants to hear your whining."

"Oh you stupid little pale skinned dumb haired loathsome evil roach!" You snapped, your hands in fists and your knuckles turning white.

Coriolanus's eyes widen slightly at your outburst, but he doesn't back down. Instead, he leans in closer, his face just inches from yours. "I may be loathsome, but at least I'm not as bitter and an angry bitch as you seem to be,"

"did you just call me a bitch?" You gasp.

"I did," he speaks, his gaze never leaving yours. There's an undercurrent of anger and want that seems to pulse between them.

"I swear to fucking God, Coriolanus.." you seeth and take a step closer, your chests touching

"And what do you swear to do? We both know you're not capable of whatever you're thinking." Coriolanus challenges, his heart racing now. He's not sure why he provokes you so much or why he finds it thrilling.

"I'll literally kill you." You mutter, sure that a vein is probably popping in your head.

He leans in even further, bodies pressed together. "Is that a threat or a promise?" He asks softly, his breath tickling your ear.

"You wanna find out?" You raise a brow, completely oblivious to your close proximity and the hand that falls on your hips.

"Maybe I do," Coriolanus whispers back, his hand moving up your thigh. The tension between you two is palpable, almost electric.

Suddenly, your lips meet in a rush, teeth scraping against each other.

Coriolanus murmurs something incoherent, his lips finding yours in a hungry kiss. His hand moves up your shirt, exploring your skin as he presses you against the wall.

"I fucking hate you so much" you whisper between kisses

His lips curve into a smirk against yours. "Is that why you're kissing me?" he whispers back, deepening the kiss. His hand slips up your shirt, tracing soft circles on your skin as he pulls you closer.

"Wait, what if someone walks by?" You whisper.

"Then they'll see what they're not supposed to," Coriolanus answers, his voice low and seductive. He leans in closer, his body flush against yours as he nips at your lower lip.

"My room.." He mumbles, opening the door you were pressed up against. He swiftly twirls you inside, lifting you up against it. Your legs wrap around him instinctively as he continues to suck the skin around your neck and collarbone.

"Hm, what was that about you hating me?" He spoke into your skin, your breathing still heavy and rapid.

"That I despise you? Yeah, that hasn't changed." You roll your eyes, hands still on the back of his neck and chest. You felt his muscles tense underneath your fingers, and for the first time, he completely stopped. “Watch your mouth.”

You paused, confused, and really took into account the situation you were in.

"Say you're sorry." He cupped your chin between his hand, squishing your cheeks.

"Excuse me?" You furrowed your brows,

You didn’t want to. But also, you couldn’t say it. Not while he was laying wet kisses all over your chest. He bit down on a particularly sensitive patch of skin, and you couldn’t do anything but let out a pathetic moan. He took advantage of that. “Say you’re fucking sorry.”

"I'm sorry, Coryo..." You gave in.

He responded by placing you on his counter top, beginning to take off your uniform. The articles of clothing were discarded somewhere on the floor.

"Hurry up." You impatiently urged as he began to unbuckle his pants. Suddenly, his hands found your throat, "For once in your life, shut up."

You complied, but only because the pleasure left you unable to speak. His fingers dipped into your underwear, sticking themselves inside you.

“You're so wet for me.” He made you feel drunk on his touch and you wanted more. All you could do was nod, the pleasure leaving you unable to speak.

You palmed him through his pants, began undoing his pants properly as you got on your knees, “I want it.”

"Course you do.” he gripped your hair and made you look up at him. He let you pull down his boxers as you kissed the tip ever so gently. His eyes never left yours as you continued to softly taste the sweet precum.

“Don’t be a fucking tease.” He groaned before gripping you by your hair and slowly starting to fuck himself into your mouth.

“Look at that.” he started, “You’re not so tough when you're choking on my cock.”

“So quiet and pretty.” He continued on as tears brimmed your eyes.

“I should’ve done this sooner.” He gave in to the pleasure. "Don't you agree?"

You could only nod as saliva gathered around your mouth and the base of his cock. You felt the back of your throat being bruised with each thrust into your mouth. At some point, he just let go and allowed you to do the job, watching intensely as you did your best to take him all in on your own.

He ran a hand through your hair, a gentle contrast. The feeling of shame and embarrassment of having Coriolanus Snow stuff your face with his dick was growing smaller as the feeling of pleasure rose high.

The wetness and aching between your legs grew, but no matter how much you rubbed your thighs together for some sort of relief, you couldn't find it. You were beginning to wish you had just shut up and let him go through with whatever original plan he had in head when he first placed you on his countertop. But, you just had to run your mouth, and you were facing the consequences.

Finally, you felt his cock start to spasm a little in your mouth, accompanied by the groans and soft whimpers that left his mouth. You knew he was close, especially with his hand that found itself tangled back in your hair as he slowly took back control.

"Come in my mouth" You managed to say, eyes lidded and hair extremely tangled.

"Was already planning on that." He spoke in a disgruntled tone.

Thick ropes of milky liquid filled up your mouth as Coryo slowed down the movement of his hips. He slowly pulled out and watched as you stuck your tongue, the last dribbles of his cum falling onto it.

Before he could even tell you to, you swallowed it. Something in him snapped that moment, maybe it was the fucked out look you had or the submissive position you were in at the moment, or maybe even a combination of both. But knew that he didn't want anyone except for him to have the privilege of having you like this.

Something changed in you, too. You started to reevaluate every single interaction you've ever had with him. Was he always his hot? Did you always want him this much? Was this a one-time thing? Your thoughts were interrupted, though.

"By the way," you heard him speak, your mind still in a lustful haze as he continued, "I did not sabotage your project."

[eclipixels]

MASTERLIST

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☆ Kaneki Ken

Kidnapped

Pregnant

That Date

☆ Coriolanus Snow

Roses

Role of the First Lady

I Didn't Sabotage Your Project

His Preformer

Partition

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Role of the First Lady

Summary: Coriolanus gets jealous of you talking with another boy

Warnings: kinda sexual towards the end

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You found yourself at yet another tedious event, an obligatory accompaniment to Coriolanus. You were only a few minutes together before he had to deal with pressing matters to discuss among the Capitol members. This left you to venture off alone, seeking solitude from the overstimulation inside. Every day is a party at the Capitol.

You stood out in the balcony, where thoughts raced through your mind, and you hummed tunes to yourself. The view was beautiful, and that seemed to keep you occupied, but you guess the solemn look on your face remained.

"Hey, you's 'kay, miss?" a voice inquired. It belonged to a servant boy around your age, and he seemed familiar. You remembered him from your childhood days in the districts, always present near your house and playing with the other kids in the neighborhood.

That's another thing that fed your overthinking. Being from the districts, you found it hard to believe you ended up with the Capitol's president. It often made you feel undeserving, but you kept these sentiments unspoken, afraid they might jeopardize your relationship.

"Yeah, I'm okay." You smiled in response. You assumed he didn't recognize you, a lot of people didn't. Snow was newly announced as president so First Lady of Panem hasn't made much of an appearance yet.

"You's not from here, are you?" He inquired further, settling down beside you on the balcony. You tilted your head staring at him, and familiarity sparkled in his eyes. He did recognize you.

"How'd you know?"

"I know you from the district. How'd you end up here?" His question lingered in the air, and you were afraid of how to answer it. Should you tell him the truth?

"I'm just.. I'm here with a friend." You lied, straight through your teeth. God, if Snow knew, he'd be livid. But you just really needed the company of someone, and if this boy knew he was speaking to the president's wife, you're certain he'd run away.

"I was wondering, a pretty girl like you here by yourself? That didn't seem possible, " he remarked, smirking as he casually shifted the metal server's tray to his side and took a step closer than perhaps appropriate.

"Oh, I-" your response was interrupted by the resonant tone of a particular man.

"You're right. She is not here by herself." Coriolanus asserted roughly, but his grip on you was rougher.

"Coryo," you started, but his stern glare silenced you, preventing further words. In a hushed tone, you pleaded, "Please don't harm him; he didn't know," a flush of warmth coloring your face.

"You're fortunate my wife is pleading for your mercy," Coriolanus spat before forcefully leading you to whatever nearby bathroom he could find.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?" He seethed crossing his arms. God, you were in so much deep shit with him right now.

"I don't– I don't know what you're talking about." Your voice cracked, and your throat felt dry.

"Here with a friend? Are you serious? Why would you lie?" he interrogated, his arms trapping you against the bathroom counter. His intensity radiated as he continued, "It took every bone in my body to resist tearing that peasant apart for daring to look at you, for even thinking he could take what's mine."

"Coryo, you're overreacting," you responded, annoyed. It was a regrettable move on your part, but much like your partner, your emotions often dictated your words.

"Overreacting? Oh darling, I'll show you what overreacting looks like," he retorted harshly, swiftly flipping you around and bending you over the counter.

"What if a reporter saw you with that man? You think it's overreacting to worry about our reputation? You're the First Lady of Panem now, but you don't seem to know how to act like it. So, I'm going to teach you," he declared, his tone demanding compliance.

You sensed his fingers tracing up your thighs, the cool sensation of his wedding band sending shivers through your entire body. His hands stopped right at your clothed cunt as he moved aside the fabric.

You uttered "Coryo," pleading for his touch to continue. To your shock, you felt the snap of the waistband of your panties hit your flesh.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm not planning on pleasing you, I'm going to punish you." Coriolanus whispered into your neck before nipping at the flesh with his teeth. "Hard"

You saw him loosening his tie from behind you as you stared into the mirror. A slight smirk found itself placed on Coriolanus's face as his hips pressed against your ass when he leaned over to tie your hands together. His palm smoothed over your back, following the curvature of your spine until he reached the hem of your gown.

"I'm going to spank you," He muttered, lifting up the bottom of your dress. "And you're going to count, and every time you answer my questions wrong, we're going to restart."

Your eyes widened and your heart raced with adrenaline. Was he seriously going to punish you in the bathroom of a random elitist's house?

The harsh smack against your bare ass and yelp that slipped from your throat answered that question. He was.

"Start counting, Mrs. Snow" He taunted with a smirk.

"One." You whispered, adjusting to the stinging left on your soft flesh. You could tell he was going to enjoy this.

"Define who the First Lady is." He instructs , eyes not leaving yours.

"The... the wife of the President." You answer, composure slipping. He only hummed in response before landing yet another harsh slap, satisfied with the way your flesh reacted to his touch and the hiss that escaped from your pretty lips.

He kept asking you questions and spanked you after answering each one. You dared not to mess up, dreading the thought of starting over again. Once he finished, you were soaking, and you swore that some of it was even dripping down your thighs.

"Were you turned on by this, Mrs. Snow?" He mocked, swiftly picking up the wet juices from between your legs. "You're such a dumb whore, aren't you?"

"Only for you." You slurred, mind blank from the pain and pleasure. Even more so as you watched him put his fingers coated with your slick into his mouth, staring straight into your eyes as he sucked up the liquid.

"Hm, only for me." He whispered contently against your lips before untying you of your bondage. He handled you roughly as he fixed your dress, but he then pressed delicate kisses to your face and smoothed down your hair.

"Wait, wait, what're you doing?" You quip, puzzled on why he was fixing his hair and clothes already.

"I have business I need to attend to." He stated, unfazed, fixing his tie back on.

"You can't leave me like this?!" You protested, rushing up to him. You were extremely in need of him in you right now. There's no way he was about to leave you sexually frustrated.

"You can manage on your own, can't you? Or do you still need some teaching on how to behave?" Coriolanus teased, amused at your very dissatisfied expression. This really was a punishment.

"I'm not making any promises." You replied.

"You and that mouth." He spoke irritated, about to exit the room.

"Mhm, me and my mouth. Whatchya gonna do about it?" A mischievous grin broke out your lips. You really anticipated this answer.

"I'll deal with that when we get home."

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Roses

- short fluffy blurb on all the times Coryo gave you roses -

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The first time Coriolanus got you roses was when you were both 13.

You'd been going to the academy together and inevitably grown a bit close over the years. It was your birthday that day, and while everyone else gave extravagant gifts that their families could afford, all Coriolanus could give was a simple plain white rose. He was nervous, a bit ashamed that he couldn't give anything more to his best friend.

But, to his surprise, you were ecstatic. He still fondly remembers the way your eyes lit up and you threw your arms around his neck. With your face buried in his chest, a lasting impression was etched in Coriolanus's memory, marking the inception of deeper thoughts about your connection. That was the first day he started thinking about you.

The second time Coriolanus gave you roses was on your first unofficial date.

He showed up outside your window in the evening as the sun just set. He asked you to sneak out with him and with an anxious heart, you agreed. You didn't know where he was taking you, but that didn't matter. You trusted him.

"Coryo, where are we?" You giggled, his hands covering your eyes with the few steps you took. You could hear the chirping of crickets and a distant muttering of people.

"Just a few more seconds... now! Open your eyes," he grinned, observing the fascination on your face as the night sky burst into a kaleidoscope of colors. However, he personally found the way the hues painted your skin more beautiful than any firework display.

"By the way, I grabbed some flowers from my grandma'am's garden. I hope you like them," Coriolanus awkwardly reveals, pulling out two roses from his coat. Bandages adorned his fingers, evidence of the thorns that pricked him during the collection. You stood in silence, your hair tousled by the breeze, caught in the moment with a racing heart, appreciating the heartfelt gesture.

"Y/n?" he asked, a hint of confusion and concern in his voice, wondering why your silence lingered. Did he come off as weird? Was he overdoing it?

Following the whispers of your heart, you closed the gap between you two.

The third time he gave you roses was on your 2 year anniversary.

You woke up bright and early to bouquet of roses sitting in front of your door with a little handwritten note. You smiled, smelling the scent. It was so similar to his own. At this point, you associated the two with each other. Roses are Coriolanus Snow. And Coriolanus snow is Roses.

"Sorry I can't be there to greet you this morning, my love. I have to get back to the academy for mentoring, but I plan to take you out to dinner this evening. Wear the dress Tigris made for you.

XX Coryo"

The most recent time he gave you roses was when he asked you to marry him.

It was cliche. Petals scattered the path leading to a willow tree, and he somehow rounded up white doves to flutter around. As he knelt down on one knee, a single rose emerged from his coat, its fragrance mingling with the air. In his grasp, a stunning diamond ring glistened. With bated breath, he spoke those timeless four words that carry the weight of an eternity.

"Will you marry me?"

[eclipixels]

Assasian Y/n finds out Kaneki has been kidnapped by Jason and goes to pull an uno reverse card on him

TW: gore, torture

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"I'm sorry Y/n.. I think you're too late." Touka looked down.

We are currently hiding in Yamori's "Hobby" room with an unconscious Kaneki passed out on the chair. I could feel the anger in me burn. My face down to my toes, it felt like I was suffering in hell. The combination of everything happening was too much. Too much, everything has been too much and then for Touka to say that? That was the last thing I needed to be set off.

I didn't think too recklessly, I had a plan from the start. I took one more look at Touka and she knew exactly what I meant by looking at my face.

I pulled out my tranquilizer that had a serum in it which once entered into the blood-stream takes 30 seconds before taking effect and causing the victim to fall unconscious for 2 hours. On Ghouls, it only works for 1 hour.

I wasn't too far away from him. I propped my legs and looked into my scope, aiming directly into his neck. As soon as I pulled the trigger I ran, anxious not to be found by him.

He looked behind him, trying to find the cause but he fell to the ground. I smiled, stepping over his unconscious body.

"Ken!" I exclaimed, kissing his forehead, his breath hitched and my face calmed a little bit knowing he's still breathing.

"What did that thing do to you, he didn't hurt you too badly, did he?" Tears welmed up in my eyes, falling to the ground. I dropped to my knees

His head rolled to the side and slowly he opened an eye and then the other. Then they completely widened, overjoyed to see help, to see me.

"Y/n! You're here! Yes yes, I'm ok! You need to go Y/n! He'll be back any second-" I cut him off by stepping to the side and showing Yamori on the ground.

"I-is he dead!" Kaneki's eyes grew big.

"Not yet. Now I don't have much time so listen carefully, ok? Touka is going to take you somewhere safe and help you with your wounds." I said breaking the chains off of him with a lock cutter.

"Wait, what about you!" He furrowed his brows.

"Don't worry, I'll be home just in time for bed, you can count on it. Now go, I love you Kaneki!" I said hugging him tightly before sending him off with Touka.

Just like that, they were gone. A warm feeling filled my heart knowing my love was safe.

I sighed before looking down at the piece of shit in front of my feet. This is going to be fun.

I lifted it up onto the chair and confined even harsher chains against its flesh. I injected the thing with another serum which represses the RC cells from working, meaning Yamori is defenseless.

I finally have the son of a bitch at my mercy.

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The sound of rustling caught my attention and I smiled, immediately rushing over to the source of the sound.

"What is this? What do you think you're doing?" He furrowing his brows.

"You tried to take him away from me." I propped my elbows on the table, faking a dramatic sad expression.

"I don't even know who you are" He said.

"You don't? Aw, welp. Then this is the perfect opportunity for us to get to know each other." I said fixing on my goggles and picking up a hammer.

"Here's an ice breaker.." I raised the hammer above his feet and slammed the hammer against it. He screamed, confused as to why he can't use his Kagune.

"What did you do to me!" He yelled outraged.

"YOU'RE STUPID AS FUCK IF YOU THINK I'M GOING TO TELL YOU!" I laughed hysterically.

"Just sit back and don't relax." I giggled. Tool after tool, insect after insect, scream after scream. I had used almost everything in here on him, dragging it slowly, making sure he's sober enough to feel it all. The immediate death machines were off limit though, I want him to die a slow painful death.

"ISN'T THIS WHAT YOU WANTED TO DO TO HIM, YAMORI! DON'T YOU THINK THIS IS ONLY FAIR!" I shouted, looking at the masterpiece of revenge I created.

His screams turned into a mix of small bits of laughter, only stopping to cough up some blood, the result of his punctured lungs.

"I'm actually dying. Is it? This is what I've always deserved! I knew it from the beginning. I just didn't think it'd happen so soon." A mix of tears and blood dripped down his face.

"You kidnapped the wrong person that day, Yakumo Oomori." I sat on top of the table, resting.

"I'm a monster, what did you expect." He spit out a tooth from his bloody mutilated mouth.

"Ah, you're self aware at least." I looked at my nails.

"I hope you suffer even more in your afterlife." I spit on him.

I frowned at his ugly ass face making weird facial expressions and moving around violently in his chair.

"I'm dying. Haha..hahaha... HAHAHHAHAHHAH! I'm dying" He coughed.

Laughter soon turned into gasps and gasps soon turned into wheezing.

"I don't care for what you have to say, whether you're remorseful or not for what you've done..." I hopped off the table as he started gasping for air more and more, making my way over to his dying body.

"Just remember the name Y/n L/n was the one who took your life." I watched as the life extinguished from his eyes, finally going still.

[eclipixels]

Finding out and telling Kaneki you're preggo

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"You're leaving right now?" I yawned, still shaking off the dryness of the morning.

"Yup. See you in a bit." He responded tying the last knot on his shoe laces then lifting his head up to look at me. Oh those doe innocent precious eyes. Sigh

"Have fun learning about old dead people and words." I stretched my arms out towards him.

"I will and you better not forget to have fun at your doctor's appointment. They're gonna stick flashlights up your nose, ears and mouth." He smiled sheepishly leaning into my arms.

I felt the area around me sink as he rested his palms beside me, putting full support into them. A long kiss was shared between us ending with a soft and cute audible, "mwuah" from Kaneki.

And with a sweet kiss my lover dissipated out the cold door, leaving behind the warmth of our shared home and far-away from me.. but he'd return at like 4:00 PM or something.

I yawned once more, annoyed at the fact that yawning hurt my jaw and that I couldn't control it. After sitting there for a bit, I finally got up and got dressed. Soon after finishing my morning routine, I headed out to the doctors.

It was a regular check up with the whole sticking flashlights down your throat and nose along with the blood pressure machine thing. The last thing I had to do was pee in a cup.

I went in the bathroom, did my business and gave them back the pp cup. I waited inside my room for the doctor to return. I was about to text Kaneki checking up on him since he usually takes a break during this time but stopped as soon as the doctor came in. Finally.

"Well all your results seem great, there seems to be no problems. Vitals are all good, no sign of any health risks. Looks like you're healthy," He said nothing more or less than I expected. I was waiting for him to wrap it up so I could get home.

"Also, your labs came back and congratulations, you're 2 weeks pregnant Ms. L/n!" He finished.

Excuse me I'm what? 😃

"I'm pregnant?" I repeated.

"Yup, shows here you're exactly 2 weeks pregnant! Would you like us to help schedule you an appointment with your gynecologist for ultrasounds and pregnancy check ups?" The doctor asked politely.

"Uh no thank you, I'll do it when I get home." I spoke feeling a bit lightheaded.

"Alright then, you're all set! Just make sure to make your next appointment in y months." The doctor said and with that I made my way back home.

Fuck it's almost 4, Kaneki would be home any minute now. God, what do I do? Should I tell him yet or should I wait? Holy pickle salad, what if he doesn't want the baby? What will I do then?

"Y/N!! I'M HOME!!" Kaneki yelled with glee as he took off his shoes and quickly held me in a tight hug like a little child.

"How was your day?" I giggled in his arms.

"Same old routine oh and I got lunch with Hide at this really cool bakery. I would've brought some for you but I want to take you there myself so you could have it while It's still warm." He smiled, guiding me into our room so he could tell me more about his day.

Immediately he started changing into something more comfortable, a black t-shirt and dark grey shorts. He then sighed as he laid down on the matress, feeling his hand link with mine.

Just then, I suddenly felt really hungry. No, this isn't a pregnancy craving, I'm just a hungry bitch.

"Hey what's wrong?" He asked noticing my troubled faced.

"Nothing, I'm just hungry." I muttered.

"Oh ok, I'll order some pizza then." He smiled, rushing out the door to find his phone. God damn he's so cute.

"Wait! I forgot to ask, do you want a side of garlic cheese bread too?" He stuck his head through the door with the phone held behind him.

"Of course I do!" I said in disbelief.

"Ok" He laughed at my expression before leaving the room. I think that laugh just impregnated me- oh wait, I already am pregnant. Oh, shit, that. I'm still in that dilemma.

"Ok, they'll deliver since I'm tired and don't wanna go out." He said as he sat next to me one again.

"Yay!" I lunged towards him in a hug, careful with my tummy though.

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"So anything interesting you did today?" I asked taking a bite of the pizza.

"I don't think so. It was mundane. Nothing much happened except for what I told you" he yawned, drooping his eyes.

"You're tired though." I narrowed my eyes.

"It's probably just from working out." He accidentally slipped, slapping his hand over his mouth.

"Working out?" I smirked.

"S-shut up" He blushed.

"There's nothing to be insecure about. Although I do love your feminine looking ass a lot, I wouldn't mind." I leaned closer to his ear before letting out a mischievous giggle.

"Stooooppp, now I don't even wanna do it anymore." He crossed his arms.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you're making me feel embarrassed." He turned his head to the opposite side, attempting to avoid my stare.

"But.. I love your body. No matter the change." I smiled, snaking my hand under his shirt, gliding it over his smooth stomach.

"mm, keep doing that" He sighed leaning back. I then rested my head on his lap, tracing random shapes on his bare abdomen. He did have to run around campus a lot so I understand why he's tired.

"Why do you want to work out though?" I asked, truly puzzled.

"B-because I wanna be able to pick you up and stuff a-and you're always doing the hard work around here.. I want to help too! Ugh, this is so embarrassing." He held his head in his hands.

"No it's not."

"You stroke my ego too much. It's bad for me." He sighed.

"That's not the only thing I can stroke for you-" I was cut off by Kaneki's hand covering my mouth, muffling my words.

"Don't!" Kaneki said with widened eyes.

I only laughed and bit his palm for him to let go.

"Anyway, how was your day at the doctor's." Kaneki remembered to ask.

"Oh the doctors said I'm fine." I replied calmly.

"That's good" He leaned over to take another pizza slice, holding it above my mouth for me to eat. Kaneki then took a sip of his drink.

"Oh yeah and I'm pregnant too by the way— if that matters though." I said, purposely using a nonchalant tone as I took another bite of the pizza.

"YOU'RE WHAT!?" Ken shrieked as pepsi blew out his nose.

[eclipixels]

Saving Kaneki from going on that date with Rize

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The first time I had met him was at the school library. He had stumbled into my life, quite literally stumbled. He had tripped and fallen on top of me, knocking over most of the books from the fantasy section.

There he was, all shy with shining silver eyes and dark hair. He groaned and rubbed his head before immediately standing up and apologising, running back to an orange haired boy whom I assumed was his friend.

The next day, a Monday, it was going back to classes again. Most people were taking a break from everything and just going out since it was the weekend but I stayed in and read some fanfiction to release some stress. Dazai is good and all but sometimes you just need a brain break from all the high vocabulary and just read some cheesy love story written by a delusional 16 year old.

I had arrived to class early since it's nice when it's all silent and nobody is here. I sighed before taking out my textbooks and reading Sen Takatsuki's newest novel. I rested my chin on my palm as I engrossed myself into the pages of the book.

Suddenly, I noticed something from the corner of my eye, there was someone else here. It didn't take long for me to realize that it was the boy from the library yesterday.

He had 2 cups of coffee in his hand with one nervously held out towards me. I was a bit shocked since nobody had ever done a gesture like that to me before so I froze for a second before accepting the warm beverage.

"I'm really sorry I ran into you yesterday, I really didn't mean to, it was an accident and I didn't know where I was going, and um, I'm Kaneki Ken."

"It's alright. I didn't mind and you didn't have to get me this but thank you." I smiled politely.

"You're welcome and it really was no trouble. It's the least I could do to excuse my clumsiness." He shyly spoke.

"Would you like to sit down?" I asked as I noticed he was still standing in front of me.

"O-oh sure!" His eyes widened. He sat down next to me and pulled out his textbooks, mimicking the actions I had done prior to him arriving.

"Hey, is that Takatsuki's newest novel? How'd you get that? I didn't think it'd be out 'till next week!" The smile that lit up his face was something I'd never get used to and unbeknownst to me, would be the one I would slowly fall in love with.

"Oh, most shops have already had them shipped to them and are keeping them in storage until next week. A bookstore owner I know really well managed to sneak one out for me." I explained.

"Aw, no way! You're so lucky! Do you mind if I borrow it? I promise I'll give it back to you by tomorrow!" He exclaimed and I can swear I think I saw sparkles in his eyes.

"Um, Here, you can take it now since I finished it earlier in the morning." I handed the book to him.

Thus was the start of our friendship. Even though he was often busy with school more than me, (since he took more complex classes) he still had time to spend with me. It'd be small things from sitting silently next to me and doing his school work while I read any book that he had recommended to just going out for ice cream together in a nearby park.

Everyday he would seem to bring me a beverage whether it'd be my favorite coffee or something else. If he couldn't meet with me, he'd always have it delivered to my doorstep. It became a tradition for us.

Soon enough, I had met the orange haired boy that I had seen with Kaneki the day that I first met him and not long after had we also become friends.

Somehow, Hide and Kaneki managed to get me out of my apartment and took me out to get lunch with them. The three of us had become quite close.

Although I enjoyed my friendship with both of them, it had seemed that I had fallen in love with the dark haired boy and might I say fallen really hard. Like, cupid got drunk and shot me in the back, sending me flying into Kaneki's heart, face first into his adorableness.

His eyes told stories that I found familiarity in. It held the same gleam of a painful past, the same feeling I found in mine. It didn't take long for me to accept the fact that I had drowned myself in his aura, becoming truly, madly deep in love with Kaneki Ken.

Unfortunately Hide had figured this out and of course he tried to get me to confess and after what felt like centuries of persuading, he finally got me to go and confess.

Well, that was before now. Now, he had come to me with pitiful eyes, telling me that Kaneki had fallen for a shy, purple haired woman that he had met in a coffee shop, and that he had asked her out on a bit of a date, and that she had said yes. I couldn't process what was even coming out of his mouth.

Kaneki asking out a stranger? Impossible–

–But.. after awhile I looked up at Hide and saw that he still had the same downcast look on his face. I knew then that he wasn't lying, and that he was serious. I guess that Kaneki does not feel the same way I do. we'll, obviously he didn't. I felt myself go numb as I was being pulled into a hug by Hide but I didn't respond. He kept apologizing over and over again, telling me that Kaneki is an idiot to have chosen a stranger over the the girl who was there for him through the difficult times and shared almost everything with each other but, in my eyes, I was just the girl who was foolishly in love with a boy who would never look at her the way she looked at him.

Hide went on about how Kaneki must have been crazy not to like me back, and that kaneki and I were perfect for one another, and that Kaneki was just making a mistake but everything that came out of his mouth just felt like lies that only reminded me more and more of the reality, stomping harder on my already shattered heart.

Hide decided to take me to get some food to cheer me up. It wouldn't work but I accepted his kind request since I can at least try to get my mind off of it.

"Don't worry about it, Y/n! We're gonna have the bestest day you've ever experienced!" Hide exclaimed determined.

"Give it your best shot." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Just wait and see Y/n, it'll be fun. Now let's go!" Hide shouted.

Once we had arrived, Hide's face looked distraught and he immediately said we should go somewhere else. I found that very weird and out of the ordinary for him. That's when I noticed him staring at something and I followed his gaze only to be met with the shattering view.

"Oh." I muttered.

"That's why" he let out a sigh. "I'm sorry." He apologized.

There was Kaneki, across the street with a tall long purple haired girl who I assumed was the girl who he asked out.

"What do you mean? That doesn't matter to me. Let's just go inside anyway." I lied straight through my teeth, doing my best to seem unbothered by it.

"Are you sure? You don't seem like you're okay." Hide asked with worried eyes, concern evident on his face.

"No no, I'm fine" but my tone contradicted my words.

"Look y/n, you're hurt and upset but you don't have to force yourself to do this-" Hide gripped my shoulder only to be interrupted by my voice.

"I said it's okay, Hide. C'mon, I can handle this." I smiled.

I don't know why I'm doing this but it can't get any worse, can it?

Shit.. yes, yes it can and it's happening right now.

Kaneki sees us and makes his way over. His expression was shocked to say the least.

"Y/n? What're you doing here?" Kaneki asked.

"Oh um, Hide and I just decided to get some food." I stumbled the words out.

"..with Hide?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yea." I pressed my lips together and rocked on my heels.

"Huh, interesting." He hummed. "Are you two out on a date?" His expression changed to bitter.

"Wait what? No way." I laughed, actually finding it funny he would think that. Even Hide snickered.

"oh.." He muttered.

"So, who's that?" I chocked out, referring to the violet haired girl.

"This is Rize." He introduced.

"Well it was nice to meet you! Excuse me I have to go now." I ran to the bathroom. Fuuuuuck that was so embarrassing. I wanna cry and scream at the same time.

I could overhear Hide and Kaneki still talking. I focused to hear a bit clearer and I immediately clasped my hands over my mouth as I heard Hide passive aggressively say, "Have fun on your date while y/n and I hang out and have fun all day. Bye Ken!"

Hide huffed before sitting down next to me. "Someone looks pissed." I mumbled.

"Who wouldn't I be pissed? God, he's so fucking dense. This is like when your two favorite characters who you ship don't end up together and one of them ends up with some other bitch." He ran his hand through his hair sighing.

"What did you say to him?" I asked.

"You'd scold me if I told you so I'm not telling you. Ugh, I can't believe I'm best friends with such a-" I stopped him mid sentence.

"Let it go, Hide." I put a hand on his shoulder.

"I won't talk about it anymore but I'm not letting it go." He huffed.

"Whatever but, did you notice something weird about her?" I asked.

"Uh, not really. What do you mean by weird?" He asked.

"Bro, I swear there's something fucking weird about that girl!" I exclaimed.

"She doesn't seem weird.. I just think he's ways out of her league." He explained.

"No no, there's just something.. I don't know. She gives off weird vibes." I stirred the straw in my drink.

"Hm, are you sure you aren't acting like this because.." Hide trailed off, smirking.

"I just care about him, it's not about how I feel and- stuff for him, y'know? It's not about that. I'm just worried about him." I expressed my concerns trying to not include my feelings into the equation.

"Call it whatever you want but you're jealous." He snickered.

"I've got an idea!" I exclaimed.

"Oh no-" He widened his eyes.

"I'll go with them!" I said.

"I don't think they'd let you." He furrowed his brows.

"I'll just sit at another table so they won't see me."

"Don't-"

"I PROMISE I won't ever do it again. Just this one time and if everything goes ok I'll never do it again." I put my hands together before Hide sighed in response.

~

I sat at a table far away from them but enough for me to see. They were talking but I couldn't make out what they were saying.

Kaneki was mostly likely rambling on about his favorite books. He's so cute when he makes those little gestures. Honestly, he could talk about where hot dogs come from and I'd still drool over how adorable he is.

Seggsy lesbian bitch- I mean Rize on the other hand was just doing the debby ryan and not even eating anything. That's kinda suspicious. Is she a vampire or something? Holy shit what if she's a ghoul?!

I almost didn't notice them leaving but I somehow catched up to where they were going. It was already a but dark out. They came to a stop and Kaneki was blushing furiously.

Wait..

Oh no

They leaned in..

Are they going to kiss? I don't think I can bear to watch that.

What happened next almost gave me a heart attack. She opened her mouth and was about to bite his shoulder. My fight or flight response immediately activated and before I knew it, I grabbed Kaneki's hand and ran.. His eyes widened in pure shock.

From the corner of my eye, I could see in the reflection of weird tentacles coming out of her as she wailed and chased after us. I didn't notice at first but soon enough I felt the blood trickle down my leg.

She managed to cut my leg. I wasn't that good at running and the gash made it even worse. I felt my legs giving out and I collapsed onto the concrete sidewalk. Everything felt kind of foggy and I barely remember what's even happening right now but I could feel that Kaneki somehow managed to carry me on his back and he ran to the nearest public area.

"Y/n! You're bleeding! We need to get you to the hospital right now!" Kaneki said as he frantically looked for his phone.

"Are you okay? Did she bite you?" I asked.

"No, I'm fine! You're the one hurt right now! Why are you worrying about me?" I could see the fear and concern in his eyes. For some reason I felt guilty for it but I felt warm inside knowing he cared.

"I'll be fine, it's just a cut. She was going to eat you! What was going to happen if she did?" I squeezed his hand.

"I'm okay now, aren't I? Thanks to you." He smiled, wiping away splattered blood from my cheek.

"You're welcome, Kaneki-san"

"I called Hide to come so he can help take you to the hospital to get your wound treated." He assured me.

"Its not a big deal." I tried to pretend I wasn't in extreme pain.

"It is" He sternly voiced.

"It's not" I spoke with the same tone.

"Don't argue back. I owe it to you after you saved my life."

"Fine but only because you said so."

After we arrived at the hospital, the doctor said it was just a small gnash, nothing severe. They patched me up and Kaneki insisted on coming along with me.

"You didn't have to come with me, Ken. I can manage on my own." I said as we entered my apartment.

"Oh and also, what're you doing?" I asked as he tugged on my jacket trying to get it off which he somehow managed to do.

"Y/n, you're my friend and you saved my life, I already told you I owe you." He sighed hanging up our coats.

"A friend, huh?" I smiled sadly. Back to pain it was again. Heartbreak isn't a hobby for me, it's a lifestyle. :')

"Y-yeah, well you're my friend aren't you?" He peered at me with doe eyes.

"Kaneki I really need to tell you something." I blurted.

"What is it?" He gulped.

"I.." I started but choked up.

"Uh?" He stepped closer. Dammit why is this so difficult.

"I love you." I whispered averting my eyes away. I couldn't dare to look at his face. After a moment of silence I looked up to see.. nobody? Where'd he go?

"Kaneki?? Where are you?" I shouted. Did he leave? Wow, couldn't he at least say it that he doesn't like me. I suddenly tripped over something and fell onto the floor, thankfully on top of a rug.

I groaned feeling a sharp pain in my abdomen from landing on something underneath. I slowly get up and look to see Kaneki. Kaneki. On the floor. wut.

"Eh? What the-???" I yelled in confusion. "Why are you on the God damn floor??" I frantically shouted.

"And are you crying? And texting Hide?" I ask seeing his lit up phone screen.

"N-no" He sniffled, turning his head so I couldn't see.

"Why are you crying, though?" I raised an eyebrow, wiping his tears with my thumb.

"It's just that I never thought you'd ever like me. Do you know h-how long I've had feelings for you?" He teared up even more.

"Why are you getting emotional?" I held his hand tighter.

"Oh my bananas y/n, I'm crying tears of joy! I'm so happy you like me back! I just thought you'd never like me back, that's why I went out with Rize to try and forget these feelings." He looked away from me with pink tinted cheeks feeling shameful.

"Kaneki! Why didn't you say anything?" I scolded light heartedly.

"You know I'm shy. How come you didn't?" He scrunched his nose.  Adorable.

"Well I was! In fact I was planning on confessing on the day you asked that girl out" I glanced down while frowning, having a sour taste in my mouth.

"Y/n.. do you want to go out on a date with me?" He looked up at me.

"Of course I do and I wanted to be the one to ask!" I crossed my arms.

"Beat you to it." He smiled.

"Can I at least pick the date?" I asked.

"Errr sure but I want to go on a book date 'cause Hide said they're lame and I wanna prove him wrong." He narrowed his eyes.

"Sure." I sigh.

"Thank you, Y/n!" He launched himself at me, hugging me tightly.

"What for?" I laughed hugging him back.

"For saving me and for agreeing to going on a date with me" He whispered.

"I didn't have a choice when it came to liking you though, how could I not?" I replied back.

"May we.. stay like this." He requested while staring up at me with sparking glossy doe eyes. I gazed at his soft pink face and planted a cheste kiss on his cheek causing his breath to hitch.

The moment was innocent, delicate and serene... until Kaneki's phone dinged with a notification of a text from Hide. Y/n made a mental note to ask what he texted Hide behind her couch while Kaneki made a mental note to ask how the hell did she show up at the right moment when Rize tried to eat him.

—But only Hide knows the answer to those questions 💅