Hello darling hatchie! I am one hundred percent ready for some spicy boi Bakugou in a fantasy au! I hope you like it, this will be my first au I believe!! I will say…I might have taken some inspiration from the Swan Princess and Brave.
P.S oh my this was a lot longer than I planned! I hope you enjoy my longest prompt yet!💕
You had known about this arrangement since childhood, and even in your youth you hated it. Your parents had cooed and commented with starry eyes how you and young Bakugou Katsuki would make a lovely couple. You had never met him but you already hated him, why should you marry someone you didn’t even know? It’s not that you wanted to marry for love…it’s that you didn’t want to marry at all; you thought it old fashioned and you could do just fine by yourself.
Well no matter how much you whined and complained (you even contemplated running off and sailing the seas as a fearsome bandit) the years came and went and on your eighteenth birthday your parents told you the exciting (not really) news that you would be making the long journey to see your betrothed for the very first time. Katsuki was a year older than you and you would have met him earlier but there was tension between his Kingdom and another and both of your parents had decided to put the meeting off. You had honestly hoped they would put it off forever but a-lass…
So a week after your birthday you find yourself shuffling into the royal carriage after much poking and prodding by your mother. You just hoped she hadn’t checked your luggage because you had forgone a lot of the dresses she had laid out for you in favor of your more breezy and comfortable clothing. If you are going to be stuck with an insufferable man you had never met you at least are going to be comfortable.
Normally you liked the trips you took in the carriage, especially when your father let you come along on his dignitary meetings in other Kingdoms (much to your mother’s displeasure.) He often joked with his colleagues that had you been a boy you would make a fine General and strategist; you didn’t understand why you couldn’t do that now…as a strong independent young lady.
You honestly didn’t mind when the royal party had to stop at an inn for the night. Your mother had insisted that they kept going, and would make good timing and arrive by mid afternoon, but your father said otherwise. To you it was kind of a mini adventure, anytime that you got to stay somewhere other than the Palace was a good time. Though you did briefly contempt running away and becoming a bard when you were left to your own devices after your parents and servants let you be for the night; you could after all play a mean lute.
You don’t end up running away and when morning comes you are back on the road, which honestly isn’t all that bad, at least the countryside is beautiful this time of year. Though as the morning drags on into afternoon and the afternoon into evening, your heart and stomach clench uncomfortably…would this be the last time you would get to see the rolling green hills and distant forests? What if Katsuki was a royal ass and locked you away and refused to let you go anywhere or see anyone.
By the time your carriage is pulling through the gates of the Bakugou’s Palace and the Harold’s are joyfully announcing your party’s arrival, the sun is setting in the west and you are a ball of nerves.
Your mother is practically pulling you out of the carriage while your father gently pleads with you as a small greeting party titters and whispers in the courtyard of the palace.
“Y/n you are embarrassing your family.” your mother hisses as the Harold waits in confusion.
“I’m not going! I’m not getting married.” you reply through gritted teeth.
Your mother moves to grab your ear and tug you down out of the carriage when there is a sudden commotion. The crowd is murmuring and looking around in confusion, yelling and crashes can be heard from behind the Palace doors. Towards what you assume is the stables a horse whinnies and scuffling is heard. You crane your head out of the carriage leaning out of the doorway, your parents distracted as well.
Suddenly the crowd is gasping and people are tripping over themselves to get out of the way as a young man on a large white horse gallops past them; the doors to the Palace slam open just as the man rides out into the courtyard. A woman in a beautiful, ornate red dress stomps out, she does not look pleased.
“Katsuki! Get your ass back here!” you hear her scream, you however are no longer looking at her, favoring watching the blonde man ride past your carriage; your eyes briefly lock with his crimson ones before he’s out the gate and riding out into the town.
The crowd is talking again, louder this time and when you turn back the angry woman is joined by a gentle looking man, dressed just as ornately, and some very harried servants that appear to be trying to calm the woman down. In your distraction your mother grabs your ear and yanks you out of the carriage.
“Mooooommmmm.” you whine as she pulls you towards the castle, your father following behind looking as exasperated as your servants.
Once again the Harold announces you and your party and you bow begrudgingly with a glare from your mother. You realize that the two lavishly dressed individuals are King Masaru and Queen Mitsuki…so that means…what did she call the young man riding away on the horse? Oh…well maybe he wouldn’t come back, even if he was handsome.
The Queen angrily apologizes for her son’s behavior at dinner that night, you wonder if Katsuki takes after his mother’s personality as you watch her animated and fiery takedown of her son over a summer soup. Your mother equally apologizes for yours (you weren’t that bad, really), you earn a stern look when she catches you muttering around a mouth full of bread. Your father’s seem to bond over their exhaustion over the whole ordeal…At least dinner was good…well the food anyway.
Unfortunately Katsuki does come back late that night…
Your room is near the stables and garden and you can hear the soft clip clop of hooves and angry muttering as you sit at your vanity attempting to put your hair up for the night (the servants are always too rough).
Quietly you make your way to the window and look out; a shadow is moving down below and as your eyes adjust you can see that it’s none other than Katsuki trying to put his horse away quietly. You assume the stable boy must be asleep at this hour.
The young prince retreats into the sables for a moment, out of sight, and you almost decide to go to bed when the minutes drag on when you see him exiting the stable in a hurry, making a beeline for your side of the castle. When he grabs on to the vine covered trellis that passes by your window you realize he means to climb up it.
“Hey, just what do you think you’re doing?” you sputter, he nearly loses his hold and releases a surprised curse.
His head snaps up to look at you, his eyes wide in surprise for a moment, then he’s fixing you with a hard glare.
“Oi, who are you and what are you doing up there!” you think he wants to yell but knows he shouldn’t; his words come out in an annoyed hiss.
“Excuse me.” You begin haughtily, leaning against the cool stone of the window. “I’m Princess Y/n and this is my room.” you sniff and flip your hair.
“Well this is my Castle!” he calls back. “So move!” he starts climbing the trellis again; the nerve.
“Excuuuuuuse me but what makes you think your allowed in my room?” you call down to him.
“It’s my Castle!” he grunts out. “I’m not fucking going in the main door…my mom will kill me if she sees me.”
“She’ll just kill you tomorrow, you’re just delaying the inevitable.” you say flippantly.
“Shut up.” he hisses, he’s almost to your perch.
“You know I could just push you off when you get here.” you quip and he glares up at you…his eyes are…striking.
“You wouldn’t dare…” he grits. “And if I died you’d be so screwed.”
“I don’t think you’d die from this height.” you lean out of the window a little, looking down at the ground below. “Mmmmm maybe maimed but not dead.”
Then he’s next to you, hanging on the iron and vines of his makeshift ladder. Under his tunic you can see his biceps…well …they are certainly nice.
“Move over.” he barks, his face is kinda cute too.
“Or else?” you tease airily, giving him a smug grin.
His face scrunches up and yup…he’s cute goddamnit. He opens his mouth to say something but thinks better of it and growls. You roll your eyes and step back, allowing him to swing himself into the room; cursing and muttering to himself the whole time. You go to sit on the edge of your bed, finishing the braid in your hair boredly as he shuffles around and mumbles to himself.
“The hag totally did this on purpose.” he grumbles, that piques your interest.
He eyes you for a moment before continuing.
“My mother…she totally put you in this room because she knows I use it as a way to sneak back into the Castle when I sneak out. Ha! bet she was planning on me coming through the front door when I saw you here.” he’s talking more to himself; he’s rather smug.
“Yeah you totally showed her.” you roll your eyes.
“What’s that supposed to mean Princess?!” he snaps back; wow he’s totally pouting.
“Nothing really, how long are you planning on staying in here? Not that I really care, but I bet it would cause a scandal if the servants saw.” you reply and his brow furrows as if in contemplation.
He spots your hooded cloak in your pile of luggage (you may have been digging through your clothes and you may have just let everything lay strewn across the floor).
“I’m taking this.” he throws the garment around his shoulder and pulls the hood up to shield his face.
“Pfffftttt. Like they are totally not going to notice you in that!” you guffaw at him.
“Shut up!” he bites and makes his way to the door.
“I want that back when you’re done!” you say as he cracks open the door and peeks out.
“Yeah, yeah.” he waves you off.
The coast must be clear because he’s slipping out the door without another word and you huff.
“You’re welcome!” you call out, you’re almost sure you hear a grumbled response but you can’t really make it out.
He’s really not that bad, he’s awfully prideful and full of himself, but he’s not a bad person and he’s not a mean person, despite his explosive personality. He certainly isn’t boring so he has that going for him; you don’t really mind his company and he doesn’t seem to mind yours. Though he still hasn’t given you your cloak back…
You hadn’t been happy when after a week of staying at the Bakugou’s Palace that your parents deemed it time for them to leave and for you to start a sort of ‘trial’.
Three Months… you had to stay here three months and get used to the idea of Katsuki being your husband; three months and you had to learn the workings of the Palace and her people. You had to stay here three months… and then what? You were a bit pissed when you ask and discovered that if the Bakugou’s deemed you an unfit match then you would be sent home. Jeez if that didn’t sound like a punishment; what if you deemed them unfit? was it a two way street?
Either way the morning your parents and your servants left you glared at them the whole time they waved their goodbyes at you as the carriage retreated from the palace and out of the courtyard. This was stupid…what were you supposed to do for three months, you really hoped it wasn’t awful.
Surprisingly (a rather pleasant surprise) Mitsuki didn’t seem to be the normal type of Queen and she actually appeared to do a lot of the ruling and her husband seemed rather content to leave it that way. You could definitely see where Katsuki got his attitude from. You got along with both of his parents rather well and you were so glad that your days did not include embroidering tapestries or trying on too tight dresses.
Katsuki even began letting you sit in on the mock battle and defense strategy meetings, something that your mother would have never encouraged and your father would have thought of as ‘cute’.
While Katsuki seemed interested in the overall aspect of strategy, he didn’t quiet seem to grasp it…his ideas were always so …boisterous. When presented with a real issue that the Captain of the Guard wanted to discuss it really was no different.
“We have been seeing an increase of bandits…rather organized and armed gathering along the southern boarder, the one we share with the Monoma Kingdom” The Captain explains pointing to the area on the war map. “It would be advised if we mobilized in some fashion sooner rather than later.”
He was prompting Katsuki to think about a possible solution before enacting one himself.
The Prince looks down at the map, gazing along the Southern boarder before grabbing a triangular marble idol from off the side of the map and placing it along the boarder. He grabs two more and placed them beside the first.
“Put some Trebuchets there…that will make them think twice.” he reasons confidently.
From his seat you hear his father sigh.
“What old man!?” Katsuki barks.
You ‘tsk’ and study the board.
“Yeah you have a better idea?” his attention is on you now and you stiffen.
“Sir, I don’t think that’s-” the Captain starts but is cut off.
“If she’s so smart I wanna hear it.” The blonde retorts, his stare fiery.
You straighten, taking is as an opportunity and a challenge; returning his heated stare you walk around to stand next to him. You gaze down at the map studying it for a few moments before removing the pieces Katsuki had placed down.
“While a Trebuchet or two would definitely be more than enough to scare them off…it might not be wise.” You reply and then point South beyond their boarder. “You share this boarder with the Monoma’s, which while at piece with them, your Captain has mentioned things are always a little tense.”
Katsuki grumbles at the mention of the name but doesn’t interrupt.
“Putting Trebuchets along your boarder could come off as a threat, something that wouldn’t be good…You have two old Windmills, here and here. “You say pointing to the map. “I’d say use them as a sort of barracks, that way you have guards along the boarder; it comes off as a lot less hostile. If you fix the mills up to produce grains, you can give work to your people, feed your guards without having to ship food down there and use the extra space in the mill to store equipment, should something escalate further.” Everyone is quiet for a moment and you wonder if you just came off as an idiot; then the Captain laughs.
“My goodness! Where did you find this young lady Masaru? She is quite keen!” he says.
You let out a breath, Katsuki is staring at you with wide eyes and you can’t help but feel proud. Masaru shakes his head and smiles.
“She’ll definitely make a fine Queen one day.” he replies with a kind smile.
As the meeting wraps up Katsuki still hasn’t said a word and your beginning to wonder if you ticked him off.
“Oi, Y/n” he calls out to you after everyone else has left and you stiffen.
“Yeah?” you reply cautiously as he walks over to you.
For awhile you both just stare at each other and it’s a bit unnerving.
“You’re pretty smart.” he says finally; is his face red? Is your face red?
“Uhhh thanks!” You reply, silence falls again.
“I mean Trebuchets are pretty cool though, I’ve always wanted to launch one.” you chuckle nervously, trying to come up with something else to say.
He’s grinning though so you must have said something right?
“Yeah? Well you should join me when they do a practice run next week, I’ll let you help launch one.” he says with a confident smile.
“What for real?” you sputter.
“Did I stutter?” he questions and you can’t help the massive grin that forms on your face.
He totally does let you help launch a Trebuchet and it’s amazing, he also lets you spar with a few of the men and try out archery while on horse back. Honestly you haven’t had this much fun in…well ….forever. Maybe sticking around wouldn’t be so bad.
It’s a week before your three months are up and honestly you hadn’t even noticed the time pass. You’re currently squeezed into an overly ornate dress at an overly stuffy party being held at the Castle much to your disliking. Mitsuki had expressed her dislike earlier in the evening but sadly (and a bit peevishly) said that you both had to dress accordingly…mostly due to the fact that there would be a bunch of rather stuffy lords and ladies there and unfortunately everyone had to make a good impression. Not only that but there would be King’s and Queen’s from other kingdoms as well…specifically the Monoma’s.
Most of the attendees weren’t that awful, in fact some were quiet a good time to be around, and you even got to see a few of your friends from neighboring kingdoms. You were glad that Mina and Kyoka were able to attend; it had been awhile since you had seen them last.
“He’s honestly not awful.” you admit as you swirl your goblet of wine. Mitsuki had a sweet tooth when it came to wine selection, so you were making sure you weren’t drinking it too fast.
Mina chuckles as she pops some grapes into her mouth and Kyoka looks rather smug.
“You like him.” she says, pulling a grape away from Mina.
You sputter and you can feel your face heating up; you want to say it’s from being disgruntled but your know otherwise and it makes your heart clench.
“I am not!” you finally manage and your two friends burst out laughing.
“You totally do!” Mina says through her giggles.
“I-I I ppffff I pfff.” you try, your face starting to heat up more and more.
“You’re gonna marry him so hard.” Kyoka’s smile is smug.
“So what if he’s kinda cool…and has great arms …and lets me launch Trebuchets…” you’re just digging yourself into a hole. “…oh god…I…like him.”
Kyoka and Mina start to laugh harder, clutching at there sides as you fume at your realization.
Your friends continue to tease you good naturedly for awhile until you hear the Harold clapping his hands together and calling out over the crowd.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, Lords and Ladies, it is time for a dance, please, please.” almost immediately people begin pairing up, mostly possible suitors and spouses easily looping their arms together as the music starts to play a light and jovial tune.
You find yourself looking through the crowd for Katsuki as Mina grabs Lord Hanta’s hand excitedly dragging the man out into the crowd. Kyoka goes off to sit next to Lady Momo, shyly bringing the other young woman a small glass of wine.
Then there’s a tap on your shoulder and you turn, smiling expecting to see Katsuki offering his hand to you; however the blonde young man gazing back at you with a cool smile is not your betrothed.
“Hello Princess Y/n, I’m Prince Momona Neito may I have this dance.” He bows and extends his hand politely.
So this was Prince Momona…He didn’t look bad, you knew that the Bakugou’s had a strained relationship with their family though so you didn’t want to do or say anything out of place that might offend.
“Thank you Prince Neito you are very kind.” You bow, trying not to be too stiff, though you are not very interested.
He takes your hand and confidently whisks you away, out into the grand ballroom; out of the corner of your eye your almost sure you see a fiery stare and ash blonde hair but you lose sight amongst the throngs of people.
“I’ve heard some rather interesting…good interesting things about you.” Neito says as he gently sways you.
“Oh?” you aren’t quite sure what to say, you didn’t know that word had really spread about you, much less what it was about.
“I hear that you are quite brilliant, strategy, planning, aiding the people…keeping the peace.” his tone lowers as he speaks and he moves closer, as if telling you a secret.
“Oh the Windmills.” you say. “I mean I guess, it seemed like a good idea?”
He laughs and twirls you, dipping you low.
“Don’t sell yourself short.” he snaps you back up pressing you closer to him, you can feel his warmth, then he sighs. “It’s too bad you’re engaged to Katsuki, beauty and brains.
You try to laugh this off, oh wow he’s flirting with you; you don’t know why you thought this so funny.
“Oh, I mean thanks? And I mean we’re courting, not really …engaged.” you realize after the fact that you should have just kept your mouth shut when the blonde smiles at you, looking rather pleased.
“Well if that’s the case, maybe I should try to court you.” his voice is smooth, but you bristle.
“OI!” you startle at the out burst, your head whipping around.
Katsuki stands a few feet from you, arms crossed and stance wide, he does not look pleased but god you are happy to see him. Neito stops in your dance and gazes over to the other blonde coolly, a smug smile on his lips.
“Ah Prince Katsuki, to what do we owe the pleasure?” he asks.
“Well you’re dancing with my betrothed so there’s one thing…wipe that smug look of your snake face Neito!” Katsuki growls.
Was he jealous?? Oh and why did that send a delicious fire through your bones? You had to clear your head of your sudden haze or Katsuki would say something that would get him, and possibly his kingdom into hot water.
“Actually we were just discussing how you are not actually her fiancé yet Katsuki.” Monoma’s grin gets impossibly slyer.
“What did you say?!” yeah you had to do something, people are starting to stare.
“Ah, Neito, let me handle this, don’t want things to get out of hand.” you gently pull yourself away from his grasp.
“Ever the diplomat Princess Y/n, but I doubt you’ll be able to get through his thick headedness.” Katsuki takes a step forward.
“Always gotta try right? Keep the peace and all.” you quickly loop your arm around the very angry blonde and gently tug, trying to get him moving.
“Well I look forward to seeing you more Princess Y/n.” Neito replies with a wink and you practically have to drag the other man away before a shouting match, or worse…a fight breaks out.
Mina and Kyoka give you surprised looks as you march your way through the crowd; Mina mouthing ‘do you need help?’ you shake your head, you can handle this.
You manage to drag the very angry and growling Prince out of the ballroom and down the hall, trying to get as much space as possible from the party and the man you were pretty sure Katsuki wanted to kill. Finally when you could no longer hear the laughter and chatters of the party, and the music was just muffled tones through thick stone walls you pause.
“Katsuki, you really need to cool off!” you hiss and he tugs his arm away from you.
“Yea, well Monoma’s a prick…shoulda wiped that stupid smile off his face.” he barks.
“I doubt, I reeeeaalllllly doubt that would have been a good idea.” you reply, picking at your corset; god if feels too tight, you didn’t even eat or drink that much.
“Yeah well!” he starts, but doesn’t seem to know how to continue so he just let’s out an angry growl.
You sigh and lean against the wall, the stones feeling blessedly cool against your skin. Silence creeps in between you, Katsuki still looks rather upset but he doesn’t voice it any further; maybe he was trying to calm down.
“Why did you say we aren’t engaged?” he asks suddenly and when you look at him you’re surprised by his expression; he looks almost disappointed.
“I mean, I was just being truthful, we’re courting not engaged.” you say; your cheeks feel hot again, like with when you were talking with Mina and Kyoka.
After a moment he speaks again.
“Well maybe I want us to be engaged.” he says roughly, he looks angry when he says it and his cheeks are incredibly red.
“W-Wha…What?” is all you can manage and then he’s budging himself up to you, heat radiating off him.
“I like your stupid face and you’re really smart and …fuck…can I kiss you?” he looks at you, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look this open before, your knees shake.
“I like your stupid face too…and believe it or not you are smart…just hot headed …and yes you can kiss me.” you reply, you not sure when your voice became so breathy, or when he moved closer but, wow.
The sound he makes is somewhere between a snarl and a growl as his lips crash into yours, all fire and passion and you slump into him trying to keep up. You feel his hands grasp your hips, trying to find purchase amongst your skirts; you throw your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer. You nearly melt when he presses one of his legs between yours and the moan you release spurs on his own in response.
Suddenly he’s pulling away from you and you wish you hadn’t sounded so needy and upset when he does because he’s got one of those stupid smug smiles on his face. It’s both handsome and infuriating.
“Let’s go back to my room.” he dips his head, nipping at your lower lip.
“Mmmm not sure we’re supposed to seal the deal before being married.” you reply. You meant it in jest but he moves away, looking worried. He opens his mouth to speak but you are quicker. “That doesn’t mean no, that just means don’t get caught.”
The slow smirk that forms on his lips shouldn’t warm your heart as much as it does. He’s kissing you again, quick and rough before he’s tugging you down the hall.
You find yourself laughing as your brisk walk turns into a sprint; you briefly stop to remove your heels before Katsuki is pulling you along once more, a broad grin spreading across his face.
His room matches him you think, all rich reds and golds; like fire and lightning though you don’t really get too much time to take it all in because he’s corralling you towards his large four poster bed. Honestly you can take in the decor later…you want to take him in now.
His hands are on the back of your dress, pulling and scrabbling at the cords as he rolls his tongue against your lips. You eagerly open your mouth and he presses in, all heat and sensuous slide.
“Okay what the fuck, does this even come off?” he pulls back and glares at the dress; you laugh.
“No I was born like this.” you goad and loop your hands around your back to try and undo the ties…well he’s put them in a knot.
“Turn around.” you hear him grunt and you shiver when you see the look in his eyes; as if in a trance, you turn. You feel his hands smooth up your waist, his surprisingly rough palms catching on the satin of your dress. For a moment you think he’s going to slowly work at the knots he’s created when suddenly he grasps the back of your dress and pulls. Your body jerks back from the force of his tug and then Riiiiiipppppp; the cool air of the room is hitting your newly exposed flesh and…oh my…he’s ripped the dress right off of you. You open your mouth to scold him, but the only sound that comes out is a wanton moan.
“Overly complicated….stupid…” you hear him muttering, as he presses a kiss to your shoulder, tongue coming out to lave at the skin. He lets the ruined dress fall to the ground, leaving you in nothing but your lower small clothes.
You whimper and tilt your head to the side as he makes his way up your neck, hot open mouthed kisses against your heated skin. His hands come to your hips, his fingertips digging in and pulling you back against his body; oh…oh; you can feel the outline of his cock through his pants and it makes your head spin.
“Oh fuck…” he groans and takes in a shaking breath as you wiggle your hips; his hold on you tightens and your sure you’ll have bruises afterwards; but for some reason it sends a sinful heat licking down your spine.
He nips at your ear, slowly rutting against you until he’s panting and your on the verge of tears, you need more and he’s being such a goddamn tease.
“Katsuki, please…I swear.” you try to sound threatening but it comes out shaky and needy and he moans at the sound.
“Yeah Princess? What do you need?” he husks, sounding very pleased with himself.
“Just…stop being such a tease!” you growl, your hand coming back to cup him; you feel rather smug at the sound that escapes him and the way his hips shutter forward.
You don’t get to bask in your victory long because he’s spinning you around and pressing a searing kiss to your mouth. He growls and backs you up further until you can feel the the silken covers of his bed against the backs of your legs; and with a shove you’re tumbling backwards with a rather unappealing noise that has him chuckling.
“Excuse me?!” you try your best to sound displeased but it’s rather hard to when he’s looking at you with such fire.
He releases a puff of air and rolls his eyes at you and then swats at your legs.
The sheets are decadent against your skin and the silky texture makes you shiver; you half expect Katsuki to follow you as you scoot further up the bed but instead he gazes down at you, his crimson stare sharp. Then he starts to strip and if it isn’t one of the hottest things you have ever seen; you feel your jaw drop and your mouth feels too dry suddenly. Inch after inch of pale skin revealed to you, he’s all muscle and sinew and fuck it’s not fair how good he looks.
When he’s in nothing but his small clothes you release a shaky needy sound; his cock is straining against the confines of his undergarments and you can already see a patch of wetness forming at the front of the fabric.
“Fuck… the way you’re looking at me.” he groans and licks his lips; you blush, unsure of what to say; but it seems it doesn’t matter because he’s getting on the bed, crawling up to hover over you. “You’re so fucking hot…” he husks.
“You’re not too bad yourself.” you reply breathy.
Before you can say more his lips are on yours and one of his hands comes up to cup your breast. You mewl and arch up into him, it only spurs him on and he moves to roll your nipple between his forefinger and thumb; pulling it into a peak before moving to do the same to the other side. You wrap your arms around him, fingernails digging into his back causing him to groan into the kiss and palm your breast harder.
You finally have to break away for air but that doesn’t seem to deter Katsuki who takes the chance to kiss down your body, pausing to lave at your nipples and bask in your breathy moans before moving lower. You hold your breath when he gets to your small clothes, his rough palms sliding up your legs until they are grasping at the scant fabric.
“Katsuki…” you shudder and the wolfish grin he sends you has you shaking as he tugs the last of your clothing off.
“Fuuuuuucccckkk.” he lets out a mixture of a groan and a chuckle; you feel your face heat up as he pushes your thighs apart. “God you’re already so fucking wet for me.”
“Please Katsuki.” you’re not above begging anymore.
“God, I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want Princess.” he murmurs before tugging your hips up, moving your legs up around his shoulders; when he practically hoists your lower half off the bed and up against him you let out a squeak. “You even smell good…”
You nearly scream when he mashes his mouth up against your heat, tongue flicking out and delving into your folds; his gaze is molten as he watches you keenly.
It’s sloppy and passionate and perfect, the way he laps at you like a man starved; observing you the whole time as his tongue moves in and out of you before coming up to circle your clit. You’ve never felt like this before…never been with anyone like this before; and to be honest you never wanted it to stop, but you could feel something coiling tight in your belly and you wanted it so badly.
“Oh, oh, Katsuki, I’m…” you weren’t even sure how to word it as you gripped the silken sheets below you, feebly trying to buck up into the blondes mouth.
“Yeah? You gonna cum for me Y/n?” he growls against you and it’s all you can do to whimper and nod in reply.
He works double-time after your admittance and it doesn’t take long for you to fall over the edge, pleasure blooming across your body, stars forming in the corners of your vision. He works you through your pleasure until you whine from over-stimulation; he slowly pulls away, his mouth and chin shining with your release as he gently lowers you back to the bed.
“Fuck that was hot.” he lets out a chuckle and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand before catching your half lidded stare. “You’re fucking amazing.”
You’re not sure what to say so you reach out to him and pull him into a slow, lazy kiss, you can taste yourself on his lips. It isn’t long before the kiss turns needy and you can feel his arousal digging into your hip as he ruts against you. You can feel yourself craving more, more than he’s already given you.
“Can we? Do you still want to?” He groans against your lips.
“Yes,yes,yes,yes.” you chant, hips arching up against him.
Katsuki lets out a grunt as he scrambles to his knees, hand moving to his small clothes, he catches your heated stare one last time before shoving the fabric down his thighs. You breath hitches as you look at his length, standing proud and you wonder if it will fit.
He kicks the fabric the rest of the way off and off the bed before slotting himself between your legs with a groan. His cock is hot and hard against you, it already feels amazing and you arch.
For a few moments the only sound that fills the room is your breaths and then.
“Please…” it’s almost a whisper, a secret for only your Prince to hear.
He shivers and rests his forehead against yours, adjusting his position before ever so slowly pressing into you.
Your jaw drops, your mouth open in a silent cry as he fills you inch by inch, until he’s pressed up against you entirely.
“S-shit…” his words are shaky and he’s trembling.
He lets you adjust to him, a new, tight but wonderfully full feeling. Finally you buck your hips to test the water and you moan as pleasure washes over you, you didn’t know it would feel this good.
“Katsuki.” you whine, hoping he understands; he does.
He begins a slow pace, not quiet pressing himself the whole way in as he thrusts; it isn’t until you wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass that he begins to roll his hips in deep, powerful thrusts.
“Fffffuuuuckkk, Y/n you’re so goddamn tight, so wet.” he groans as he pumps into you.
You grip at his shoulder blades, nails biting at his flesh.
“Katsuki…uuuuhhhh, so much, so good.” you whine in reply.
You can feel the same pressure building in your belly, only this feels deeper and more powerful and you raise your hips in time with his thrusts desperate to meet it. He moans and moves fast, head dipping as he bites at your neck, leaving small red marks in his wake.
You are rising higher and higher and it’s almost to much, the feeling of it all and at first you don’t realize it but your begging, pleading. Katsuki answers.
“God cum for me Y/n.” he husks against your skin, hips snapping quickly against your own.
That’s all it takes, his heated words and your cumming. You wonder if you have ascended to some sort of higher plane, the way pleasure seems to run through your veins. In the back of your mind you can hear Katsuki mirroring your pleasured moans as he spills himself into you.
The world around you stills as you come down from your high, panting, tears in your eyes. You feel the blonde sigh and sag against you and you move your hand up to brush his hair out of his eyes and run your fingers through the soft strands.
Finally with a groan he pulls out and you gasp at the sensation of him leaving you; he turns to the bedside table, a small basin with water and a rag resting upon it. He gently cleans you off before cleaning himself, both of you hissing at the cool water when it touches your sweat-prickled skin.
Then he settles down next to you, tugging you into his arms with a contented sigh.
The silence that fills the room is oddly soothing and Katsuki traces small obscure patterns along the length of your arm with his fingertips; you do the same to his chest.
“So, never thought I’d be getting fucking married.” he chuckles, his voice raw but calm and content.
You tilt your head to look up at him.
“I do have one condition.” you feel him bristle and he glances over to you. “I get to launch one of the Trebuchets on our wedding day.”
It’s quiet for a moment and then his bark of laughter fills the room.
“I’ll let you launch two fucking Trebuchets.” he says almost giddy, his eyes sparkling in mischief as he looks down at you.
You can’t help but grin back at him; you never thought you be this into getting married…
