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braineater444 · 7 months ago

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To Be a Princess

Chapter 5

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fem!reader x kokonoi/bonten

TW: Rape, Victim Blaming, Poor proofreading

A/N: Short and sweet cuz writer's block was kicking my ass :)

Tears roll down your temples. He pecks them away as he works himself into you.

At first, the head nudges at your entrance. Not gentle, not rough. He pulls away. Only to spit on his hand and work it around himself. Then, more easily, but not without struggle, the head pops in. The burn that accompanies it brings more tears. He pushes in only a little, then pulls back and almost all the way out. There’s a brief, stinging halt before he plunges all the way in and stops again.

Electric shocks go straight to your extremities. Your eyes squeeze shut. You ball your hands into fists. There’s only a squeak of pain from your mouth.

“Open your eyes,” Hajime demands.

You do as you’re told and hesitate to let the tension out of your body.

“Kiss me.”

You crane your neck upwards to lock lips with him as he starts moving inside of you.

Every thrust is a punch to the gut. Every time his hips connect with your bare flesh, a sound of agony bleeds into your kiss and down his throat.

He pushes you down, effectively separating your lips from his. He trails kisses up your neck and onto your jaw. He beats into you more punishingly. All you can do is take it.

“Fuck.” He swears breathlessly. “You’re so beautiful.”

The burn between your legs starts to become unbearable. How can this feel good for him?

His nails dig crescent imprints onto the skin of your hips. He’s grabbing you so tightly you can feel it against your bones. Every plunge carves out a deeper hole in your psyche.

The courtesy oral he offered could never defeat the ache between your legs right now. No amount of his tongue sliding against and prodding at your genitals could have fought this. This is your body rejecting him.

You reject him. You lay there and let him have his way with no reaction.

To think this used to bring you pleasure and joy. Now, it’s a painful waiting game. You wait out his release. It doesn’t come fast enough.

He drags your body into multiple positions, every single one more painful than the last. When he’s finally done, when he’s emptied himself inside of you, it’s not over. He lays sweaty, and tired on top of you.

✮✮✮

It’s important that you go to the bathroom afterward. You have to dig him out of you.

Dull acrylic nails drag against your walls as you scoop out his semen. EVen with dull nails, the drag hurts, and when you look at your hands, there’s blood mixed in. You don’t know if it’s your fault or his.

When you’re done. When you’ve done the best you can. When it’s too tender, too sore. You stop. You wash your hands and let your white,cotton dress fall back into place.

✮✮✮

You’re wrapped up in thick, too hot blankets. Silent tears have soaked the cotton duvet that smothers you.

The guest room has blackout curtains, and a bed never slept in.

Even if you’re not hiding, it feels like you are when you’re alone in the dark.

There’s three knocks at the door before light floods in.

The bed dips under the weight of a body. His hand rests gently in your hair. You exhale through tears and a shiver wracks your frame.

“Please leave me alone.”

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine. Please, get out.”

Talking to him makes the lump in your throat unbearable. It makes the patch of light you see against the curtains blur through your watering eyes. Your body won’t rest like this. It can’t.

“It’s our first time in a really long time… I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Hajime sounds scarily sincere. “I told you. I really think a baby could fix this. Just bear wi—”

“I don’t want a baby!” You cut him off with a harsh, unsteady voice.

“A baby will take your mind off of things and give you something to do. And since I want to marry you, we could be a nice family.”

“I will never marry you, Hajime.” There’s no sternness. No conviction. Nothing. “I want to leave.”

“I don’t think you’re in a mental space to understand. That’s it.” And he leaves, shutting the door behind him.

There’s nothing but you and the darkness.

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You’re awakened by the force of someone shaking you.

Haru’s voice rings loud and clear. “I’ve been here for an hour. You cannot sleep the whole time.”

It must be nighttime.

You’re sweaty and gross and brutalized. You don’t want to move. The yellow room light forces you to open your eyes. You turn to look at Haru.

He looks like a dissatisfied child. Upset, you won’t come outside and play with him. His arms are crossed, and he’s frowning at you.

“Rin said he wants to see you.”

You turn back over. You don’t want to deal with this.

“Whatever.” He says before turning the light off and leaving.

Not long after, Rindou comes. He’s not supposed to be here, but you’ve never told Hajime that Haru has the Haitians as covert guests. They’ve been really good at hiding it.

“Are you okay?” He asks. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him. The last time being…

You don’t turn to face him.

“He raped me.”

“Like… for the first time?”

“Yes.” The lump in your throat is back. Not that you hadn’t been disgusted at the thought of having let him inside you in the past before. But at least then, there was consent.

“Oh.” You can hear him suppressing something between shock and amusement in his voice. It’s clear he doesn’t actually care, but it’s nice to pretend you have someone. There’s a beat of silence.

“Well, I think, if you drink with us, you can feel a little better.”

You take more convincing than that. He talks to you like a good friend, but you know in your heart he’s not. He’s just like the rest of them. It’s twisted. You’re starting to separate him from his actions. That’s why you’re convinced to drink with them.

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Everything is a little blurry and still, the soreness between your legs doesn’t quite go away even when you’re drunk. Maybe the drinking is making it worse? Or perhaps it’s sitting on the floor? You can’t even remember what card game you’re playing or if you’re still playing.

Rindou refills your glass.

“You’re going to kill her,” Ran remarks. His cold eyes flicker over Rin, who’s sitting next to you.

He might be right. It’s getting hard to hold yourself up.

“Who cares? You know, he raped her. I’ve heard women say they’d rather be killed.” It’s almost sarcastic sounding.

It takes a moment for you to process what he said and when your head turns to look at him, slack-jawed with hurt, hazy eyes, you see he’s already looking at you.

Why would he tell them?

He stares at you with unnerving blankness, but maybe you’re crazy. It shouldn’t be unnerving. He hasn’t been a full person in a very long time and you know this. His hand comes to your chin and his thumb glides over the bottom lip of your open mouth. Then, with his palm under your chin, he shuts your mouth, “Right?”

You nod.

“Bullshit. Can you even rape someone you’re with?” Ran asks, then shakes his head. He sounds disappointed.

Haruchiyo bursts out in laughter.

“We’re not together.” You mumble.

“Yeah, Ran.” Rins statement comes up off the back of a giggle.You can tell he finds amusement in his brother’s careless words. He pulls your body into his. You’re both so warm. This is making you sweaty.

“You can rape people you’re in a relationship with.” You add meekly. Your nose tingles, and your throat hurts. Rindou nods.

“Sure. Whatever. I guess it’s a new feminist thing.” Ran dismisses with a flick of his wrist.

“You’ve definitely raped me before.” Haruchiyo chimes in.

“You’re a grown man.” Ran looks confused.

Before you know it, the conversation is drowned out by Rindou bringing the glass he poured for you to your lips. He all but pours it down your throat until it’s empty.

“No more. Please.” You practically beg when he grabs the bottle to refill it. He chuckles and nods while rubbing your back.

“Get a room.” Haruchiyo scoffs.

“Did it feel good, though?” Ran asks. At your confused look, he clarifies, “When he raped you?”

You were burning up before, but now there’s three spotlights shining down on you. Rans eyes bore into yours as he waits for your answer.

You look down at your lap. Rin’s arm is its own unique weight on your shoulders. “No. It really hurt.” You can barely hear the last part of the sentence coming from your own mouth.

“Does it still hurt?” He prods even further.

“Yes. A little.” You play with your fingers. Even without looking up at him, you know he’s looking at you.

“Did he hit you? Or like choke you or something?” Ran sounds amused.

“No.”

“He wasn’t violent?”

“No.”

“Then how is that rape? Doesn’t sound like you were forced?”

“Ran…” A single tear hits your finger tips.

“Stop acting like that.” Haruchiyo pipes up and slaps Ran’s arm.

“I’m just looking for clarification. Sorry.” He chuckles.

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There’s a sharp, throbbing pain at the left side of your head. Your eyelids are heavier than they’ve ever been, and it’s a fight to open them. When you do, Haruchiyo is looming over you with a look of concern.

“I told you she wasn’t dead.”

“Concussed maybe?” Haruchiyos’ words come well after his mouth starts moving. He’s talking to a distorted voice behind you. Deeper than anything you’ve ever heard.

You look up. It’s Ran. Your head is in his lap.

You touch your head where it hurts and groan loudly at the ache as it worsens. It reverberates, bounces off of your bones, and makes you cry. You bring your hand in front of your face only to find it coated in blood.

“Ah…” You turn over. “No. I’m blee-ding.” It comes out slurred through hiccups.

“No, you’re not.” It’s the same weird, nasty voice coming from Ran. He turns you back over.

“Yes, I am!” You wipe the side of your face and slick your hand with more blood. “Look.” You show him your open palm.

“You’re just sweaty.” He pushes your hand away. Ran makes a confused face and looks up at someone. You follow his gaze. Rindou. You show him your bloody hand too, but he doesn’t react.

Why doesn’t he care?

You push yourself up and off of Ran’s lap. He doesn’t stop you.

“Help.” You mutter, attempting to stand. Your legs don’t seem to work right. They shake violently as you push yourself up from the ground. You can only stand for a brief moment before you collapse.

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