thinking about s1 and s2 rafe, being so possesive and impulsive.
rafe wasn’t subtle about you, never had been, and probably never will be. but you loved that about him, the second another guy so much as looked your way, something in him snapped tight, his jaw clenching, fists curling like he was holding himself back from doing something stupid.
"relax man, you know you can trust her" kelce says to rafe trying to calm him down. kelce glances as rafe's hand as he see's his fists are red from how tight he's holding them. "I'm gonna kill him" rafe says, eyes locked on the douchebag who decided he didn't want a future.
because in his mind, no one should even be looking at you, let alone thinking they had a chance. "or, you can let her handle it." topper adds, taking a sip of the red alcoholic drink in a blue solo cup.
rafe just stared ahead, watching as he tried to warm you up, eyes raking up and down your body, his jaw ticked, anger only rising, but then he sees it. He sees the random douchebag reach for you, and just like that, his restraint snaps clean in half.
he’s moving before he even realizes it, stalking over with purpose, eyes locked on the guy like a predator that’s finally found something worth tearing apart. you feel the shift in the air before he even reaches you.
the second he does, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back into him like it’s second nature, like it’s his place. his grip is possessive, as he presses a slow kiss to your shoulder, his gaze never once leaving the guy in front of you. “I think you’re done here,” Rafe says, voice low, and laced with something dangerous underneath.
The guy doesn’t back off. "we're just talking, cameron" he replies, with a smug smirk on his face, and you feel it instantly. rafe’s grip tightening just slightly, his body going rigid behind you, like he’s one wrong move, just one wrong word from completely losing it.
“uh oh,” you murmur with a quiet laugh more to the guy than anything, already knowing exactly what’s about to happen if he doesn’t take the hint.
rafe lets out a low, humorless chuckle, shaking his head slightly like he almost can’t believe the audacity. his arm tightens around you, pulling you impossibly closer, like he’s making a point.
“I don’t think you heard me,” Rafe says, voice quieter now, his voice laced with threat. his eyes don’t leave the guy’s face, sharp and unblinking. “I said you’re done.” the smug look falters, just a little. but the guy’s ego won’t let him drop it. “man, you don’t gotta-” that’s it.
rafe steps forward, shifting you gently behind him in one smooth motion, like he doesn’t even think about it. One hand comes up, shoving lightly at the guy’s chest, but there’s nothing playful about it.
“walk away dipshit,” Rafe repeats, jaw tight, voice low and final. the music around you keeps playing, people keep laughing and drinking, but right here? everything feels like it’s gone dead silent.
you watch the guy size Rafe up, really look at him this time, the wild look in his eyes, the way his shoulders are squared, like he’s already decided how this is going to end.
“nah i don't think i want to,” the guy mutters finally, “oh i’d strongly advise you to,” you say, tone light but it's meant to be with warning, eyes flicking to the guy like please don’t be stupid right now. because you know rafe. and this? this is exactly how things go off the rails.
the guy glances at you, then back at rafe, like he’s still debating it. like he doesn’t fully grasp what he’s standing in front of. big fucking mistake.
rafe rolls his jaw, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he steps closer, closing the already small gap between them. “You gotta death wish or something?” he mutters, voice low enough that it almost blends into the music.
“rafe,” you say, squeezing his arm, fingers brushing against tense muscle. “It’s not worth it baby,” but he barely even registers it. his eyes are locked in, already been seeing red since the moment he thought it wise to even look at you. even pretend to think he had a shot.
the guy scoffs, trying to play it off. “bro, it's really not that seriou-”rafe shoves him harder this time, the guy stumbling back a step, drink sloshing over the rim of his cup. “I said walk away,” rafe snaps, voice rising just enough to cut through the noise around you.
a few heads start to turn now. you step in closer, hand gripping rafe’s arm tighter. “rafe, baby-” you try again, he exhales sharply through his nose, like he’s trying, really trying not to lose it completely. his shoulders are tight, chest rising and falling, fingers twitching like he’s itching to swing.
the guy looks between the two of you, confidence finally cracking “fuck it...whatever,” the guy mutters, backing up, but then his expression twists, ego bruised, mouth running before his brain can catch up. “not like I’d really want that anyway, she’s just a-”
he doesn’t even get the rest out, because the second it leaves his mouth, rafe snaps. his arm drops from around you like you were never even there, all that control gone in an instant. one second he’s beside you the next, his fist is connecting with the guy’s jaw with a grueling crack.
the guy stumbles back, completely caught off guard, hitting the ground hard, and rafe doesn’t stop. he’s on him immediately, grabbing at his shirt, fist coming down again, rage completely taking over now. there’s no restraint, just pure unfiltered anger. and you? your lips form a line, as you shrug your shoulders. you asked for it dick, you say to yourself as you watch the scene unfold, drink still in hand.
“rafe stop!” someone shouts. people start backing up, a circle forming, music still blasting like nothing’s happening, but all attention is here now, on rafe, completely unhinged, throwing blow after blow like he’s got something to prove, and in a sense, he does. no one fucks with what's his.
“yo, chill! chill!” one of the guy’s friends rushes in, hands up, trying to pull him back, but rafe shoves him off without even looking. “finish your fucking sentence now!” rafe snaps, grabbing the guy by the collar, hauling him up just enough before slamming him back down. “I fucking dare you, SAY IT!" he yells.
the guy’s barely able to respond, dazed, trying to cover his face. kelce and topper finally push through the crowd, grabbing rafe from behind, dragging him off with effort. “alright, alright, that’s enough, rafe!” topper grunts, holding him back as Rafe still tries to lunge forward.
“should’ve fucking been here earlier,” Kelce mutters, helping keep him back, glancing at the guy on the ground, knowing this was gonna be the outcome. rafe’s chest is heaving, eyes wild, completely gone. “I fucking dare you to talk to my girl like that again!” he yells, voice raw, straining against their grip like he’s still ready to go back in.
the guy’s friends rush in, helping him up, one of them throwing his hands up toward Rafe. “yo, we’re done, we’re done, he’s not saying shit, alright?” but rafe doesn’t care. he’s still staring him down, jaw tight, breathing heavy, like if they let him go for even a second, he’d finish what he started.
and you're just standing by rafe, watching just how good he looks, defending your honor, pupils blown in his stare, small red cuts on his knuckles from the blows, chest heaving hard from adrenaline, and alcohol, and maybe drugs. mouth hung a bit agap, tongue running over his bottom lip.
you just can't wait to show him how appreciative you are of him later.
you just had an argument with rafe. over something stupid, like always. something he said that pissed you off more than it should’ve, and instead of apologizing, he made it worse, brushing it off and acting like you were being dramatic. you told him to leave. he said "glady" and slammed the door.
now you’re standing in the backyard with his dumb little bear cradled in your hands. the one he won for you at the arcade, where he wasted ten bucks just trying to impress you. it was a brown bear with little brown bows on its ears, small and stupidly sweet.
you rolled your eyes when he gave it to you, said, “what am i, five?” but you kept it. slept with it sometimes. brought it to his place and left it on his bed like a placeholder when you weren’t there.
right now, you’re too angry to care. the bear he gave you reminds you of him and you don't want to keep it anymore. you want it gone, reduced to ashes. you drop it into the fire pit and light the match without blinking.
the flames rise fast, heat and smoke curling up as the bear catches. the bows are slowly burning. the fur blackening as the fire spreads. you take a photo of the burning bear and post it on your story.
he sees it a few minutes later. you watch his name appear on your story viewer list. you tap his name and it’s blank, no posts, no feed. he blocked you. you laugh, shaking your head. he’s so dramatic. like you burned his car, not his stupid bear.
two hours passes. his number’s still in your phone, but why would you call him. not after this. right when you’re about to go to bed, your phone buzzes.
you get a call from him. you were a bit hesitant but you picked up anyway.
“come on, i said i’m sorry,” he murmurs. “i’ll make it up to you. i even bought your strawberry milk that you’re obsessed with."
“i’m still mad at you,” you mutter. “and strawberry milk is not a peace offering. it’s a distraction.”
“then let me distract you.” his voice is low, smug, and infuriating.
you sigh. "i'll think about it. " he hums like he’s thinking, then says “wait. i’ll call you back.”
eight minutes pass. your phone lights up again.
| rafe: i’m here
| rafe: open the door
you open the door. and there he is, holding a basket with strawberry milk cartons in it.
he lifts the basket slightly. “this is me groveling. in dairy form.”
you let out a small laugh, trying not to smile. “you’re such a loser.”
he grins “your loser." then tilts his head. “wait does this mean i’m forgiven now?”
you hum, pretending to think. “let me see... sorta. i guess.” he leans closer, grinning. “you can still be mad. just let me in and be mad at me while we drink strawberry milk and watch something stupid.”
“you mean my strawberry milk,” you reply, stepping back. “who said i was sharing?”
he bows his head slightly, “my deepest apologies, my lady. i shall hydrate with water… or something questionably expired from your fridge. if you'll allow me."
you roll your eyes, but there’s a smile on your face.
“you’re lucky i’m feeling generous. you can have one carton. i know you secretly like them too".
you walk to the couch, flop down, and open netflix. he follows and drops onto the couch beside you. “if you put on some boring movie, i’m falling asleep on your shoulder” he says, already stretching out across half the couch like it’s his.
you shoot him a look. “you don’t have movie privileges right now. i’m still mad at you, remember?”
“okay okay, you pick,” he says with a grin. “as long as i get to watch you while you watch the movie.”
how would toxic! rafe react to the reader being toxic and like possessive?
ohhhh I fuck with this so bad get outta here. I want them both so bad 🫦
Toxic!Rafe x Toxic!Reader ???
The music thumps through the walls, a pulsing beat that reverberates in the chest and drowns out any chance of hearing over the noise. The air inside the house is thick, clinging with the mix of weed, alcohol, and the faint undertone of sweat. People move like shadows, their laughter and slurred words blending together in a haze. Rafe is settled comfortably on the couch, legs stretched out, one arm draped over the backrest, his usual spot, the place where he knows everyone comes to find him. His eyes scan the crowd and he’s already had a hit, the coke kicking in just enough to make him buzz. His hair’s messier than usual, the weight of the night already pulling him deeper into his high. People keep drifting over, asking for a little bag of weed or a hit of something stronger. He’s got it all, and the casual exchanges of a small baggie for a wad of cash spread over the night.
But his eyes flicker to the side as a girl slides into his periphery. She’s leaning against the wall close to him, twirling her hair, sending glances in his direction like she’s waiting for him to make a move. She’s not subtle. And he loves it.
The validation.
The attention.
Rafe’s eyes flick up from his drink as he feels the girl’s presence getting closer. He notices her leaning against the wall, eyeing him and he smirks as he lazily leans back against the couch, one arm sprawled along the back. He glances her way and then nods his head toward the empty spot next to him.
"Yo, come here."
He calls, his voice smooth and a little low, that effortless pull only Rafe knows how to work. The girl giggles, her lips curving with that playful glint. She saunters over to him, hips swaying as she closes the space between them. Once she’s standing right in front of him, she leans down, just enough to catch his attention.
"Hey Rafe," she says, her voice low, almost teasing, "I heard you’ve got weed...?"
Her voice drops a little, lowering just enough to signal that she’s not just making small talk. She asks, her eyes gliding over him like she’s already made up her mind.
"How much for a little?"
Rafe tilts his head, the faintest smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. He’s heard this line a thousand times, he studies her for a moment, eyes flicking to the curves of her body as she leans in just a little too close. He’s not bothered by it- hell, he kind of enjoys it.
"Depends on how much you’re looking for"
Rafe says, voice smooth and casual, leaning back slightly as he looks to her, he’s not a fool, he knows what she’s trying to do. She tilts her head and smirks, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear before brushing her hand along his arm, letting her fingers trail just enough to get his attention.
"Well, I was thinking... you could, you know, maybe make me a special deal?"
She teases, her voice dripping with flirtation, but her eyes never leave his. Rafe’s lips twitch into a grin as he takes a slow sip from his drink, his eyes locking with hers as he lets the tension build between them.
"A deal, huh?"
Rafe looks down at her hand for a moment, his grin widening. "How 'bout this," he says, voice a little quieter now, but still teasing.
"If you’re willing to work a little harder for it... maybe we could work something out"
Y/N had been at the party for a few minutes now, and she really doesn't play hard to get- she plays untouchable. She walks into the room, and heads turn, it’s always the same. Some guys stare like they’ve never seen a girl before and others whisper to their friends, hyping themselves up to talk to her. A few of them have tried before, only to be met with that slow, almost mocking smile she gives right before she shuts them down.
And tonight? It’s no different. Her tiny skirt clings to her hips, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor with every step. Her top? Practically non-existent. Some guy tries to step into her path, already leaning in with some rehearsed line.
"Hey Y/-"
She doesn’t even spare him a glance. Another one, a little bolder, brushes his fingers against her wrist as she walks by. She pulls away like he doesn’t exist because in reality, none of them do.
Not to her.
Y/N doesn’t come to these parties for them. She doesn’t bat her lashes for the guys watching her like they’ve got a chance, she doesn’t dress for their attention.
She comes for him.
And that’s exactly why, when she finally spots him- posted up on the couch, drink in hand, some girl practically draped over him- her lips curl into something amused. Possessive. Because Rafe might let her stand there, might let her giggle and lean in close. He might even entertain her, just for fun.
But he doesn’t belong to her.
He belongs to Y/N.
And whether he realises it or not, she belongs to him too.
Y/N doesn’t waste any time as she moves across the room. Without a word, she walks straight up to him and sits herself down in his lap, her back arching slightly as she settles in, her legs draped over his. Rafe’s eyebrows lift, his gaze flickering with something like surprise but then amusement. Y/N drapes an arm around his shoulder, fingers lazily tracing against the back of his neck as she leans into him. The girl beside him- who had been so confident just moments ago-falters, taking a small step back.
Y/N turns her head toward her, slow and deliberate, like she’s only just now noticing her existence. She tilts her chin slightly, a smile stretching across her lips. It’s fake, and ever so clearly forced.
“Hey”
The girl’s eyes flicker to Rafe, then back to Y/N, like she’s deciding if this is worth the fight. And Y/N’s fingers tighten ever so slightly on the collar of his polo and Rafe- so thoroughly entertained- lets his hand drift up Y/N’s thigh, squeezing.
The girl doesn’t leave.
She hesitates for a second, sure- but then she squares her shoulders, tossing her hair over one side and keeping herself planted right where she is, fingers still toying with the strap of her purse. Y/N sees the way her lips curve up, the way her eyes flick between her and Rafe like she’s deciding whether to call her bluff.
Rafe notices it too.
And it fucking amuses him.
Y/N can feel the shake of his quiet chuckle beneath her fingertips as she plays his collar, the deep breath he takes as he leans further back against the couch, arms stretching across the top of it like he’s settling in to enjoy the show. His hand however, never leaves her thigh... if anything it just creeps higher and higher. The girl tilts her head slightly, that same flirtatious smile returning as she addresses Rafe again, ignoring Y/N’s presence.
“So... what about that discount?”
Y/N’s jaw tenses, nails dragging against the fabric of Rafe’s polo before she slides her hand up his neck- slow, deliberate- and grips his chin, tilting just enough to force his gaze fully onto her.
“You entertainin’ this Rafe?”
Her voice is syrupy sweet, but there’s an undeniable sharpness beneath it. Rafe smirks, tongue pressing against his cheek as he looks up at her, finding far too much enjoyment in the situation. He doesn’t answer right away, just watches as Y/N’s expression shifts, as her fingers tighten on his chin. The girl giggles, fucking giggles, shifting her weight to one side as she plays with the hem of her top, revealing the lace of her bra.
“It’s just business, babe. Don’t stress.”
Y/N lets out a humourless breath, releasing Rafe’s neck before she suddenly shifts- swinging one of her legs fully over his lap so that she’s straddling him, facing him completely. His hands instinctively slide to her ass, which is almost peeking of her tiny skirt, his fingers pressing into her bare skin but she doesn’t acknowledge it. Her attention is solely on the girl standing there, looking at her like she’s the one out of place. Y/N asks, tilting her head slightly.
“You still here?”
“I don’t see your name on him.”
The girl raises a brow. Rafe fucking grins. He loves this. Loves watching how she gets worked up over him, knowing he’s the only one who can push her like this, the only one who gets her like this. Y/N scoffs, leaning in just enough that the girl gets the message- sees the way Rafe’s hands tighten around her waist, the way he’s so obviously hers.
But she’s not done yet.
She tilts her head slightly, letting her lips graze the edge of Rafe’s jaw before trailing lower, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against the side of his neck, her lipgloss staining his skin. She lingers, letting her teeth scrape against his skin before she sucks just hard enough to leave a mark- territorial, possessive, unmistakable. Rafe exhales sharply, his grip on her tightening as his head tilts back ever so slightly, giving her more access, more control.
His fingers press into the dip of her waist, thumbs stroking over the fabric of her tiny top as he lets her work. His hand slides lower, fingertips tracing the curve of her hip before finding the thin black strap of her g-string peeking out above her skirt. With a lazy smirk, Rafe hooks a finger around it and gives it a sharp little snap against her skin leaving a barely-there sting, just enough to make her breath hitch. The girl shifts uncomfortably beside them, her arms folding over her chest, pushing her tits up as she rolls her eyes, but Y/N doesn’t care.
This isn’t for her.
When she finally pulls away, she doesn’t immediately turn her attention to the girl. No- she takes her time, dragging her nails down the front of Rafe’s shirt, admiring the way his pupils are blown, the way his jaw is locked slightly. She turns her head slightly, lips just barely brushing the shell of Rafe’s ear as she murmurs,
“Tell her”
Rafe hums, dragging his hands down the curve of her ass, squeezing once before lifting his gaze to the girl still standing there, waiting for him.
“You heard her,” he says lazily his voice deep, his attention now clearly on someone else.
S1 Rafe, who needs to be the center of your world.
if your attention shifts even for a second, your phone buzzes, you laugh too hard at someone else’s joke, you forget to text back, he spirals. not loudly at first, just that cold silence. that look.
and then the comments start
“So you’re just... too busy for me now?”
“Cool. Guess i know where i stand.”
“Glad i came all this way just to watch you pretend i’m not here.”
he questions every photo you post.
“who’s that for?”
“You forget you have a boyfriend or what?”
“You want people looking at you like that?”
“Guess you need attention that bad.”
and god, when he takes you to parties, it’s like you’re a trophy. His hand on your waist, his arm around your shoulder, like a warning. But the second someone glances at you wrong, or a guy says something he doesn’t like, it’s on. Suddenly he’s whispering in your ear with that sharp edge in his voice, pulling you away from the crowd, ready to explode. he’s possessive. intense. makes you feel like you’re the only thing holding him together.
and maybe you are.
but being with Rafe feels like walking on glass barefoot, and you're still convincing yourself that the blood is worth it.
bsf!rafe who's wrapped around your finger, who doesn't care when his friends tease him about being whipped for you. who comes to your every beck and call, looking for any way to make your life easier, because that's his only reason for existing. to make your life better.
bsf!rafe who's hopelessly in love with you, always on the verge of confessing to you but never having the courage to do so. who spoils you with anything and everything you ever wanted. who makes a fool of himself following you around in the hopes that you love him the same way but always knowing you don't.
at a party, he spots you with your friends and he gets up, habitually getting you something to drink. he stalks closer to you with your favorite drink in a solo cup, listening to your friends.
"he follows you around all the time. i don't get how you don't get annoyed of him." your friend says, laughing.
"seriously, it's like watching a puppy begging for attention." another added, giving you a look. "it's pathetic."
and all you do is laugh in response.
he can't find it in himself to get hurt because it is the truth. he craved your attention so badly that he practically preened whenever you gave him a bit of it. rafe's so wrapped up in you that he couldn't even fault you for not defending him.
he waits a few minutes before he walks over and hands you the drink, pretending as if he's heard nothing. he melts when you give him a smile and a kiss on his cheek, mind blanking as your soft, soft lips touch his skin. you thank him, dismissing him with a hand and he reluctantly makes his way back to topper and kelce.
bsf!rafe who's bored at the party and somehow ends up talking to sofia, a waitress at the country club. he doesn't look at her when she talks, observing the party from the balcony, everything she's saying going in one ear and out the other.
he doesn't even register her touching his arm, pulling away when he sees you staring at him, your eyes drifting to the hand on his arm. he excuses himself from her, needing to be in your presence before his anxiety gets to him. needing you to soothe his worries away; worries that came from being away from you.
bsf!rafe who sees you talking with sofia instead, hides behind a tree like a creepy stalker whilst he eavesdrops for the second time that night, peeking from the side of the tree to look at you.
"do you like rafe, sofia?" you ask, voice sweet, smile even sweeter. your eyes glint with something unfamiliar as sofia nods.
"i mean, he's cute—"
you giggle, touching sofia's hair and for a second, he wonders if you were going to kiss her, jealously bubbling in his stomach. he hated watching you kiss other people, even if it was a pogue who didn't deserve a lick of your attention.
within a second, your smile drops and you glare at her. without a word, you brought your fist to your eye, punching it hard. sofia gasped in shock, unable to move as she watched you repeat the same motion three more times.
"help! someone help!" you call out with a saccharine smirk on your face, your tone not matching your words. you hold a hand to your reddening eye as people come.
rafe emerges from his hiding spot, concerned and shocked, taking you in his arms and examining your eye. people came, the music turned off as people rallied behind you, eyes glancing between you and sofia.
"that bitch hit me! someone call the cops!" you wailed out, burying your face against rafe's chest.
bsf!rafe who shields you with his arms, eyes narrowing at sofia as someone calls the cops. his mind is spinning, confused but mostly concerned for your wellbeing. he comforts you, kissing your eye in hopes it wouldn't bruise over, but with the big emerald ring on your finger—the one he had gotten you for your friendiversary—he knew it would turn blue by the end of the night.
bsf!rafe who holds you as you tell the cops what happened, sniffling and touching your eye. who listens as you tell them about sofia getting violent and hitting you until you called out for help.
bsf!rafe who saw the whole thing but lied, telling the officer the same thing you did, earning a soft smile from you. who watched you watch sofia getting cuffed and thrown in the police car with a small smirk on your lips and possessiveness in your eyes.
you stare up at him as soon as the police car is out of view, wrapping your arms around his neck. "thank you, rafey. for helping me."
bsf!rafe who will always look out for you, taking your side against others. who you keep on a short leash, never wanting his love but always using it to make yourself happy.
Can you write smut that has toxic konig but the female reader isn’t as submissive and she fights and argues back
toxic!bf!könig × toxic!female!reader
warnings: +18, smut, p in v, creampie, manhandling, teasing, public sex, spanking, mean könig, kinda toxic relationship!
könig held your arm tightly and dragged you through the party to the exit. you wobbled on your heels, still holding your drink while loudly insulting him.
it all started when you showed könig the picture of the couples costume you'd chosen for this halloween.
"i'm not going to dress up as gomez addams. no, no, no. don't even think about it."
"come on! you're going to look good! besides, i've never seen you in a tuxedo before..."
"a hideous striped tuxedo."
"...just one orginal tuxedo! and with a mustache!"
könig grabbed your phone from your hands and deleted the photo of morticia and gomez addams you'd chosen as inspiration.
"i'd rather cut off my dick than go to that stupid party like that. choose another costume or I'm not going. end of story."
you never took no for an answer, much less from könig. so you let him choose his boring old military costume: army pants, a black t-shirt, and a mask that hid his features.
what könig didn't expect was to see you coming out of your apartment dressed as a bunny, with a short dress with lace details and white ears on your head. if he wasn't going to join you in the halloween costume, then you could wear whatever you wanted.
he complained, threatening not to go to the party, but when you told him you'd still go, he changed his mind. you drank, ignoring könig's murderous glare. he snatched the glass out of your hand as quickly as he could, and you reached for another. he looked like your shadow, a 2-meter-tall masked soldier behind a bunny who wouldn't stop jumping when the dj played her favorite songs.
könig's patience ran out when a group of college students dressed as the mad hatter from alice in wonderland tried to grab you and make you dance with them. big mistake.
"i can't believe you brought me to this stupid party."
könig let go of you and walked through the parking lot looking for his car. what he wanted most was to go home.
"i didn't make you come here, idiot!"
you raised your voice and threw your empty glass at him, hitting his muscular back. he didn't even flinch and reached for his car keys.
"i wasn't going to leave you alone, dressed like that. wrapped up in a bow for all those idiots to take advantage of!"
"oh well, how thoughtful! thanks! thanks for making this night a mess!"
you yelled angrily, partly because of the alcohol and partly because you hated his attitude.könig finally turned to face you; he still had his mask on, so you could only see his eyes staring intensely at you.
in one swift movement, he pinned you against the hood of his car, grabbing your arms and placing you on your back, immobilizing you. you were about to complain, but he placed his crotch against your ass, letting you feel his pronounced bulge. könig brought his mouth close to your ear, whispering.
"i made your night a mess? do you know what it's like for me to see you like this, catching the eyes of all those idiots? my cock hurts like nothing you've ever imagined, bunny."
"you said it yourself, i'm wrapped up in a bow, all for you."
könig barely heard you, growling and slapping your ass hard, making you whimper. with one of his hands, he unzipped his pants and let his thick, hard cock slide out. you felt him caress your folds over your tiny underwear.
"please, stop playing and fuck me, idiot."
"in the animal world, bunnies like you are pure prey. you're in no position to ask for anything."
his voice held a certain grace; he enjoyed your suffering. even if you wanted to do something, he was stronger than you, and you had no choice but to accept whatever he wanted to give you.
he ran his fingers over your underwear, finding them soaked with your fluids. könig slowly lowered your underwear, enjoying the way you moved your legs, impatient to feel him.
"do you know what a barrack bunny is?"
you were about to answer, but the head of könig's cock slowly entered you, making you moan in response.
"they're bunnies like you, whose only use is to have their wet little hole filled with a military man's cock."
his deep thrust made you moan loudly and your breasts press even more tightly against the cold hood. könig fucked you mercilessly, seeking his sole pleasure, not caring that your clitoris was desperately demanding attention.
the thrusts echoed across the parking lot, along with your moans of pleasure and könig's grunts, along with degrading words about your costume.
"i'm going to cum inside you, and when I'm done, you're going to have my seed inside you for the whole ride."
he explained with difficulty. he released your arms and moved his hands to your hips, where he gripped tightly as he came deep inside you.
you took advantage and moved one of your hands to your clit, massaging it in circles until your own organ came, making you moan against his car.after a few seconds, könig pulled out of you, gathering his cum with his fingers and shoving it back inside you. he carefully pulled up your underwear and adjusted your dress, making sure you looked presentable.
