Meine Hase... // König x Reader smut

Bunny~

"Don't touch." König practically growls, holding your wrist down, his body over yours in seconds.

You two had been playfully sparing till you touched his hood trying to get it off his face. His eyes had darkened immediately and you knew instantly you had royally screwed up.

His gloved fingers wrapped around your wrists squeezing tightly. "If you try that one more time, I'll break your fucking fingers." He spat glaring into your eyes as you tried wrenching your wrist out of his gasp, he squeezed even tighter his hands enveloping your small wrists. "Do you understand? Tell me you understand." He looks at you, pupils dilating slowly. He looked like a feral animal over you like this forcing lightning bolts of fear down your spine, "I understand." You whimper out, trying desperately to pull your wrists from his hands. "Please— I won't do it again.." You begged, squirming under him. König just seemed to tighten his grip farther before growling, "Promise me." His eyes narrowed.

"I promise—" You say weakly, His grip tightened around your wrist, causing a dull ache to set in, your fear turned to whiny moans as the pain surged through your body. Your eyes followed his in a desperate attempt to show him you meant it. "Good." He paused for a moment before continuing, "Y/N, do you know why I wear this?" He asks quietly. He seems almost... hurt.

"No." You whispered, shaking your head lightly as you looked into his eyes, you observed him closely while struggling to free your hands from his grip.

"Because—..." He started before trailing off, glancing down at your wrists and back to your eyes. "Because I am marred..." He squeezes your wrist tighter as he spoke. You can see tears beginning to well up in the corners of his eyes. "You do understand me now, Rechts?" He growled, his nose scrunching under his mask.

"I—... What do you mean..?" You paused looking up at him wide-eyed, "I would never make fun of you König ." You whispered softly before letting a yelp of pain escape your lips.

"König .." You whispered, wincing at the pain, "You're hurting me." Your eyes welled with tears as you looked up at him, begging him to let you go.

"I said, do you understand?!" He shouted, his eyes wide with anger, gripping your wrists firmly. You shivered as pain shot down your arms, making you cry out weakly. He is right in your face, his own breathing becoming heavy and ragged, His eyes blown out and wild. He looks...mad.

He sits uncomfortably close, his breathing heavy and uneven. His eyes are wide and frantic, giving him a maddened appearance. "DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND. ME?" he screams, his voice laced with a feral growl.

"I'm sorry! Yes, yes, I understand," you whimper, wanting to shield your face with your hands but unable to as hot tears stream down your cheeks. "I-I'm sorry," you say, your voice breaking with pain.

The fury leaves his eyes and voice, as his expression and body relax suddenly. He releases your wrists gently, wincing slightly as purple marks blossom across them. "Promise me you won't ever try to remove my mask again, okay?" He asks softly, glancing at you before turning his head away from your trembling form.

As you pulled away and sat up, you quickly backed into the wall, trembling as tears continued to flow from your eyes. "Yes, okay, okay... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" you whispered, looking down while pressing your knees to your chest and covering your face with your hands as you sobbed weakly, unable to stop shaking.

"Hey..." he said softly, hesitating slightly before sheepishly moving to sit next to you and taking off his gloves. "Hey..." he repeated quietly, his voice full of tenderness as he gently placed a hand on your knee.

"Are you alright?" His movements were awkward as he tried comforting you.

You weakly mumbled out words of apologies never really landing on a full sentence as you rocked yourself gently back and forth, hot tears staining your face. "I-I'm so sorry— I shouldn't have done that—"You glanced down at your wrists, noticing the purplish bruises covering both of them. "It's okay... It will be okay," he reassured. "I should be the one apologizing... I'm truly sorry. I didn't mean for it to go that far—" his voice faltered, sounding weak, "It's a...very sensitive subject. I'm so sorry I hurt you. Do you need some ice?"