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thinking about crown prince!katsuki.

tw: noncon-to-dubcon, knifeplay, degradation, bakugou rocks your sh*t after you try to assassinate him😬✌️

prince!bakugou x peasant!reader/2k words

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Tonight, the crown prince will die by your hand.

Sneaking into the castle is easy. The prince has spent the last few years out in the old country, expanding his family’s regime by conquering centuries-old kingdoms and imposing trade deals on powerless towns.

On his last birthday, however, his parents demanded he come home to find a wife. The wilderness wasn’t exactly a prime area to find a delicate, dainty little bride.

So ever since Prince Katsuki’s return, the palace has been bustling with evening balls and lakeside picnics, dazzling debutantes draped in mulberry silk gowns shuffling in and out of the gates. You couldn’t afford their ostentatious wardrobes in a million years- and there wasn’t exactly a need for satin gloves when you were grubbing for roots outside your family’s apothecary.

Good thing the countess you robbed last night had plenty of dresses.

It’s easy giggling along like a silly noblewoman, flying under the radar like another insignificant suitor. And when the time strikes 2 AM, you make your move.

Your feet don’t make a sound as you pad through the castle, nimbly cloaking yourself in the shadows to hide yourself from patrolling guards. Katsuki’s bodyguards barely make a thud! as their bodies hit the ground.

There’s no telling how long they’ll be knocked out for- it could either be twenty minutes or two hours. you need to act fast.

His bedroom is dead silent; not even the tick-tick! of a clock reverberates through the room. The only thing you can make out in the moonlight is the heaviness of cascading velvet curtains, feathery Moroccan carpeting tickling your bare feet.

You grip the hilt of your knife and stalk towards the bed.

Kill him, your mind urges as you hover against his unconscious figure. His features are relaxed and his expression peaceful as he steadily breathes with sleep. duch*ess Mina was right- he does have a pretty face- and when he’s lying here like this, he looks so much like a boy barely older than you.

Your palms are clammy. Murder should be easy; this is a man who ripped so much you loved away from you. So why- why- are you waiting?

All these thoughts running through your mind cause your body to hesitate for one singular moment.

And that’s all Katsuki needs to yank you down to his bed, pin you down and wrench away your knife.

You only see a flash of his crimson eyes until he’s holding you by the tip of your own blade. A strangled cry tears from your throat; you’re trapped underneath his heavy body, his bare torso hovering over your chest.

“Well, well,” the prince murmurs in his deep, coarse baritone. One of his hands is clasping your wrists above your head, while the other traces the knife around the delicate skin of your neck. “Knew today was sh*tty, but didn’t think it was bad enough to warrant one of my suitors tryina’ kill me.”

“Go rot in hell, you bastard,” you hiss.

“Yeah? And why’s that?”

“You- you destroyed my city. Ever since you took over, you’ve reduced so many families to ruins. The platinum mines are nearly gone and we’ll have nothing.”

“Ah.” In the faint white moonlight, you can see Katsuki’s lip curl. “Platinum mines. You’re from Morioka, aren’tcha.”

You sneer. “I’m surprised you still remember the name. You’ve been colonizing so many places that i thought you’d have forgotten about the first city you captured.”

“Captured? I made a trade agreement with your leaders. Really, you should blame them for growin’ rich while the rest of you suffered.”

“You coerced them into signing it! Our river’s almost run up, our neighbors have been bankrupted- and it’s your fault.”

“Ha!” Katsuki closes the distance between you two even more; his face is only a breath away from yours. You can smell the earthy pine of his scent, the firmness of his muscles against your body.

A shiver runs down your spine. This is a being of pure power. Being so close to him almost feels intoxicating. He could crush you in the palm of his hand if he so desired.

“If you wanted to avenge your city so badly, then why didn’tcha kill me?” He pushes the flat blade of your knife harder against your throat. “You could’ve done it. So why did’ja you hesitate? Why’re you tremblin’ like a baby under me?”

You’re paralyzed under the cruelty of his gaze. His leer grows wider as he reads your obvious fear.

“You wanna know why?” the prince whispers. “It’s because there are two types of people in this world.”

He slowly trails the blade down your sternum.

“Those who can kill,” he murmurs, “and those who can’t.”

With a violent yank of his hand, he’s sliced your satin nightgown open, exposing your bare breasts. You gasp in shock, writhing around in his unrelenting grip.

“f*ckin’ christ,” Katsuki swears, utterly transfixed by your body. He pushes aside the torn fabric with the knife so he can see more of your body. You’re squirming, trying to escape, but every time you move it simply causes your breasts to bounce underneath him.

His smirk widens at the sight.

“W-What are you doing?” you stammer, trying to hide the shakiness of your voice.

And then suddenly, your hands are released- only for you to be yanked over onto your stomach by your hair. You fall face-first into… something hard, cushioned underneath a soft pile of fabric.

When you realize what it is, you inhale sharply, filling your nose with his musky scent.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Katsuki rasps. He pulls down his cotton trousers, causing his length to spring out against your face. Your jaw slackens.

He’s frustratingly well-endowed; even half-thickened, you’re wondering how you’re going to fully take him. There had to be a reason for all his co*cky, arrogant brashness, you resentfully think, and here it is.

“Go to hell,” you growl.

Katsuki yanks your head back by your hair, his other hand pressing the knife against your throat.

“Your choice, sweetheart.”

You stare up at him, lips parted in astonishment. For a moment, you wonder if you should just let him kill you.

And once again, Katsuki takes advantage of your hesitation. He thrusts into your mouth with one swift movement, sending you choking around his co*ck. Your nails scrabble against his thighs as you gag around his length, tears springing to your eyes.

“If you try anythin’, I’ll slit your throat,” he utters.

When you look up at him with desperate, watery doe eyes, his gaze darkens.

In the next second he’s shoved himself deeper down, the heat of his co*ck pressing against the cold blade on the other side of your skin. You’re choking, sputtering for air, but he’s merciless.

“Stupid little bitch.” Katsuki’s barely giving you any time to adjust before he’s pulling out and ramming his length down your throat again. “This is what you f*ckin’ deserve. Trying to take my life?”

The sloppy sounds of your saliva and tears and precum lewdly squelch through the air as Katsuki uses your mouth. You’re involuntarily swallowing around his shaft, back arched and drool dripping over your chin as you bob up and down his length. Guttural moans resound from the base of your throat; the sensation of the vibrations on his length causes his body to shudder in pleasure.

Right when the dizziness almost overcomes you, he pulls you off. Sticky strings of spit hang from his co*ck to your lips; the mess dribbles over your cheeks down onto the silk sheets.

“Let me ask you.” Katsuki sneers. You’re collapsed on his downy sheets, chest heaving as you struggle to regain your breath. “Did'ja really think you could kill me?”

You’re still, face buried in the blankets.

“Thought you could come to my palace and assassinate me? How stupid are you?”

Seconds tick by. Silence hangs in the air.

You can tell Katsuki’s thrown off; there’s a hesitance in his voice as he rasps, “What? Given up already? Thought you were supposed to be tough, avenge your home.”

You’re not moving. Slowly, Katsuki moves across the king bed towards you. If you didn’t know better, you’d say his grasp was almost tender as he pulls you around.

“Hey-,” he quietly says-

You leap up and slap him so hard his head snaps to the side.

He’s stunned, frozen in place; you scramble for the knife on the covers, fingers clasping around the hilt-

And then you’re slammed facedown onto the pillows with the force of a train. The wind’s completely knocked out of you- when a large, calloused hand wraps around your windpipes, it’s even more impossible to breathe.

“Evil little whor*,” Katsuki snarls. He yanks your hips up in the air, tearing away your panties so your bare c*nt is completely exposed. Whimpers leave your lips as he spits in your entrance and f*cks it into you with his fingers, powerful muscles flexing against you. “Thought I’d be nice and that’s what I get? I should strangle you on the spot.”

Everything’s too much; you’re floating, lightheaded from your restricted oxygen flow and trembling in pleasure as Katsuki’s thick digits scissor and curl into you. You are pathetic, absolutely detestable, and he knows it, too.

“You’re already drippin’- god, how f*cked in the head are you? You’re gettin’ off on this? I took over your hometown and now you’re tryina’ cum on my fingers?”

“No,” you moan as his fingers brush against spongy spots that spark stars in your vision. “I h-hate you…,”

“Yeah?” The spite in his voice slices through you. “Better put you in your f*ckin’ place.”

Then Katsuki thrusts into you, your abrupt sob and his strangled groan intertwining in the air. You feel so overwhelmingly full, stretched out so completely that you can’t tell where you stop and he begins. Soft mewls fall from your lips as he steadily pushes the rest of his length into your soaking c*nt, basking in the satisfying burn of his size.

“K-Kats…,” you choke out, hands clutching around a pillow. His fingers are still around your throat, but his grip loosens just the slightest.

“sh*t, you’re so goddamn tight,” he breathes as he slowly pulls out, thick co*ck dragging around your velvety walls. “Could stay in this puss* forever- ngh…”

Garbled moans of pleasure fall from your lips as he pistons into you, your restricted airflow and his merciless thrusts causing a hazy fog to roll over your mind. Every snap of his hips brings his co*ck bumping into your cervix; he’s hitting the spots he discovered while fingering you, pulling you up into a cloudy haze where the only thing you know is his body against yours.

It’s embarrassing how eagerly you’re sucking him in, wet squelches echoing against the walls as he rams into your hot, sticky, needy c*nt.

“Just a stupid little girl from the- sh*t- the countryside,” Katsuki growls. “You never stood a chance against me. All you are is- a pathetic cumdump, hah? ”

You’re f*cked out, too dazed to do anything but chant his name like a prayer. Katsuki’s swearing as you tighten around him; as he gets closer to his release the harsh insults disappear, replaced by whispers of baby and gorgeous and c’mon, sweetheart, you’re bein’ so good.

The tight coil building up in your stomach is overpowering every other sensation, creeping over your shame and hatred and humiliation. Your tongue lolls against the pillow, dampening the fabric with your spit. Katsuki’s thrusts are becoming more erratic, desperate-

He pulls you back to him by your neck, so that his crimson eyes are looking straight into yours.

“Cum for your prince,” he commands, letting go of your throat.

And the tension snaps in your body. A soundless cry seizes you as you spastically arch against Katsuki’s chest, utter euphoria washing out your senses as oxygen fills your body and your org*sm washes over you.

You’re floating, spiraling up so high you can’t imagine ever getting back down. Katsuki convulses behind you as well, filling you up with his release. Warm, sticky cum fills your puss*, seeps down over your thighs and mingles with your arousal and sweat.

You’re shaking uncontrollably, vision focusing in and out. Distinctly, you feel Katsuki set you down on the bed, move beside you.

“Are you... g-going to kill me?” you faintly whisper.

A cozy softness envelops your body. As your consciousness slowly fades, you feel yourself being pulled against something warm and firm.

“Maybe in the mornin’,” a low voice murmurs. “Dumbass.”

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this was actually the first thing i posted on this blog!! i cleaned it up a bit & cut it down, but i think it holds up kind of well.

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