#rekka hosimiya

[yanderehellhole]

Fault

Rekka Hoshimiya x GN!Reader

Summary | Rekka never fails in his manipulation to make you stay. This time you try to stand up for yourself, what a mistake.

Warnings | manipulation, non-con, mentions of past abuse, abuse

Notice | I do not condone any of the inappropriate behavior in my writings, nor do I consent to my writings being posted on other sites.

Devin Notes | Finally,, I finished a request. Sorry this took me so long, I did my best at gender neutral smut! I hope you enjoy it,, That being said, requests are open and please give me feedback!

It wasn’t your fault.

You knew it wasn’t.

So why did it feel like it was? All you wanted was your freedom, to see your friends again. To talk to anyone, anyone but your eccentric boyfriend.

So why did you feel scared asking for it? You shouldn't be, honestly you shouldn't. You've had this conversation with him before, countless times. And time and time again it ended with you staying home and him leaving to go outside.

What a sad cycle this was.

Once you’d ask the question he would slightly pout. Asking why you would need to hang out with anyone but him. And you'd try to explain that he can't be the only contact you have with the human world, that you'd need other people. And everytime you say that you want to be around someone else, anyone else, he wouldn't even stop what he was doing to acknowledge you and give you the same excuse every time.

“There’s no need to go outside, star! You're just fine here!”

That’s usually where the conversation dropped. He’d continue what he was doing like the conversation never happened. Continuing on how his day was going and how a rookie named Tamaki had potential.

But you didn't want to drop it. You wanted to leave. You wanted to be by someone else, with anyone else, or just other people in general!

So why were you afraid of speaking up about it? Of putting your foot down and telling him that you were going outside and that he couldn't keep you here. That he couldn't make you stay inside anymore. You couldn't possibly let him tell you no again. Speaking of him, Rekka was talking to you. His back was turned as he cut up vegetables to put in a soup he was making for the two of you. You parted your lips to speak but nothing came. Your throat felt like it was closing and it felt like barbed wire was keeping it there.

Why? Why were you afraid to ask him to do something you should do on your own anyway? You had to do this. You had to tell him no so he won't just brush you off again. With newfound determination, you cut him off by saying what you wanted to.

“But I want to go outside, I’m tired of staying inside! I want to go outside and- and- and see other people! You can't possibly think I can just be stuck here and not say anything about it!”

When those words left your mouth, Rekka froze. And you could have sworn your stomach dropped onto the floor. Not because of his reaction, but because of his lack of one. He didn't say anything. He didn’t stop your rant, but he did slowly turn around. His star pupiled eyes boring into you with an unrivaled intensity, a tight pout across his lips, and he just stared. For some time he only scans your features, looking for something in them. And it seems he didn't find what he wanted because he glared down at you and his pout deepened. To show you how much he abhorred when you say things like that. To show you he felt that it was wrong that you said that.

“You love it here because I want you to. You want to stay here because I want you to.”

He paused, letting the words stay in the air. As if trying to give you time to comprehend what he said. You couldn't even speak. What were you to say? If you spoke up again, he’d be mad.

And the last thing you wanted was for him to be mad.

You remember the last time you angered him. The kicking, the screaming and the burning. You still have the bruises on your skin from the last incident. He was so rough and his skin felt like it was burning every time he touched you when he was angry. The worst thing about it was everytime he was done, he’d plaster that smile on his face and go on about his day as if nothing ever happened. As if he never hurt you. You hated it. You hated feeling bad about it. You were tired of feeling bad for it.

“Star, you can't protect yourself from what’s out there. That’s why you're here, with me!”

His dark glare was gone and his chilly tone was too. He switched his attitude so easily, it made you so mad. How could he say something that delusional and not even a minute later smile again?

“I don't want to be here anymore.”

You mumble, gulping softly to calm your rising nerves. Rekka stopped talking, turning to you with a raised brow. He wanted you to repeat what you said. It took everything in you to not shake, to not show how angry scared you were. Yet you couldn't even look at him in the eyes. You raised your voice and held it steady.

“I don't want to be with you anymore.”

You’re surprised you haven't fainted yet, it was nerve wracking to stand up for yourself. It was silent for some time, and in that span of excruciating seconds you replayed what you said over and over in your head. You broke up with him. You broke up with him! It felt exhilarating as it was petrifying. You felt like you could do anything! You could finally go outside now! You didn't need to ask or feel this fear anymor-

A sharp, but very heavy blow connected to your cheek, followed by you falling out your seat.

You were stunned, confused and completely terrified.

You slowly raised your hand to your cheek, you were still in a daze from the sudden hit. Your tears blurring your vision from the force of the slap. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull your gaze from the ground, all your energy went into trying to stand up for yourself. When did he come near you? When did he get so close to you? Wasn’t he in the kitchen? You were too occupied in your own thoughts that you almost didn't catch him; he was yelling at you, telling you that you were supposed to be who he told you to be and nothing else, that if you loved him you’d listen.

But something was off.

He wasn't hitting you, not once through his rant did he hit you. The only hit you felt was when he somehow hit you. You wiped your eyes, finally taking notice that you were crying. You look up to your aggressor, only to be on eye level with him. His stare was so intense, so fiercely that you could only mumble his name.

“Rek-”

“Do you know how vulnerable you are right now, star?”

He cut you off as his once intense voice that was laced with anger and an underlying threat was replaced by a desire dripped tone that was laced with honey. His breath was shallow, his star eyes coated in lust as his eyes trailed your figure. You couldn't help but curl in yourself.

Was he enjoying all of this?

Disgust roared through your veins as you tried to put space between you two. Slowly moving yourself away from this man who you can't possibly call your boyfriend. He held your wrists down and kissed you, his lips roughly capturing your own.

No. No, this was wrong. So, So wrong.

You tried to push him off, squirming as you tried to get him off you. All you earn for your now known futile efforts is a warning growl and low heat applied to your wrists. You felt sick to your stomach, you wanted to gag- no, you wanted to stop. You wanted him to stop.

But you never get what you want, do you?

As his lips occupied you, his fingers took the time to pull down your pants, eagerly rubbing your sex with fervor. His clothed member pressing eagerly from his pants and into your lower private. His other hand taking your wrists and pinning them above your head. You didn't dare squirm, your rebellion left when the slap connected to your cheek, the sting still resonating on the skin.

“Since you wanna leave so bad, I’ll prove to you why you should stay with all I have, star!”

He chirped, flashing you that smile as he descended lower, trailing kisses from the valley between your chest, to down your abdomen, to your underwear. He lingered there, grabbing the hem of the clothes and pulling them down and off your legs. His tongue slowly licking up your sex, running his tongue over your sex teasingly. Kissing and wetting you up. His tongue went farther, to your bottom; opening. You cringe, clenching your fists as he prepped your back entrance. It felt so weird. You didn't like it. You didn't want this. Why wouldn't he listen? Why won't he stop?

He slid his first finger in while you were spacing out, turning you onto your belly and pumping his finger in and out of you that way. His hand on your back as a silent order to stay still. He added another finger, the sudden intrusion made a whimper slip past your supposed to be sealed lips. Tears blurred your vision as the second finger stretched you further.

“Shhh, I know it hurts, star. I need to get you ready for me. I’ll make you feel so good!”

He peppered kisses to your lower back, spitting into your latter hole to lube it more. His skilled fingers, scissored and curled as they pick up their pace a bit inside of you. You clench around his finger, wanting nothing more than for him to stop violating you like this.

But that only makes things worse.

A groan left his throat and not soon after the belt left his pants too. Your eyes widened with the realization of what he was going to do to you. You start to crawl from him, not wanting him inside of you. Anything but that, everything but that.

Your attempts gained another sharp slap on your rump, the hand stayed and gave the cheek a squeeze. You wince, tears threatening to spill. His fingers left your puckered hole, being replaced by the teasing of Rekka’s member. Slowly, he entered your tight entrance, and the pain was surreal. Hot, fat tears rolled down your face only growing in numbers with every inch that was forced inside. The lieutenant priest let out another groan as he fully sheathed himself into you.

It hurt, It hurt so so much.

He was so big and the pain from him stretching you out was intense. You felt sickeningly full, your knuckles turning white from how hard you were clenching your fists. The pace he set wasn't anything less than expected, seeing how adamant he was on showing you why you should stay his passion in each thrust was sadly evident. With every drag of his length a moan was torn from you, every push earned a clench from you, and every tear that rolled down your cheek was kissed away by your supposed boyfriend.

He was talking to you, praising you on how good you were taking him as his thrusts never wavered. You couldn't even speak, your body wasn’t even listening anymore, you were moaning along with every movement he made, drawing closer and closer to your orgasm. You were ready for this to be over with, so why fight?

His hands’ grip on your hips were sure to bruise, his skin heating up every now and again when he got lost in his pleasure inside of you. You were close and he knew it, the way you were moaning and clenching around his girth proved it. After a few more thrusts you came undone, hot spots clouding your vision as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. Not soon after his seed flooded you, coating your inner walls with every spurt.

HIs kisses peppered your neck and cheek, as he picked you up off the floor. Taking you into the room you two shared and laying you in the bed, joining soon after. His arms wrapping around you and pulling you into a bear hug. He kissed your forehead, letting out a relaxed sigh. His fingers drawing indescribable symbols on your skin.

“See, star? I knew you wanted to stay here with me, you just need a little push.”

His voice was soft, but it held a manipulative kindness you knew well. You just stayed there in his arms, closing your eyes as you wished to be anywhere but here, That you’ll open your eyes and be somewhere else. To wake up from this nightmare. The weight of the situation brought a flurry of emotions filled you hearing those words. Disbelief, hurt, and worthless.

And above all?

Stupid.

How dumb were you? To think he’d let you get away so easily and without consequence.. You should've known better than to even think he’d let you go so easily. He never let things go when he set his eyes on it. You knew that more than anyone. And even if you didn't, he proved it time and time again.

It truly was a sad cycle.

And it was his fault you were in it.

You knew it for a fact.