Thread by @fuyumispanties

cw// #bktd , non-con, prince shouto, king katsuki, shouto with a pussy, major age gap

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getting his hands on the todoroki prince was easier than katsuki expected it to be. shouto was curious by nature and too naive for his own good.

a few pretty trinkets, some flowers, and sweet words had the boy dancing in the palm of katsuki’s hand.

it pisses king enji off and that’s all that really mattered.

plus, katsuki got a pretty little bird constantly coming to his beck and call. katsuki’s positive if he asked shouto to eat out of the palm of his hand, the boy would.

shouto’s so sweet. so, so sweet.

shouto’s also very young. much younger than katsuki himself. it adds to the sweet appeal. the little 16 year old all sparkly big eyes and little gasps when katsuki, a good 20 years older than him, shows him something cool.

like making arrows, carving out bows, making knives+

, and spears. teaching him how to throw a solid punch and even giving him his first taste of rich, tribal alcohol. giving him his first tattoo, small and subtle on his ankle.

oh. and sex. shouto is all fluttery and nervous under the pretense of fucking. he’s adamant on some abstinence bullshit.

he gets all red in the face and shifts away when katsuki tries to kiss him or even put his hand on his thigh.

it’s annoying as fuck.

“come on, princess…” katsuki would try, his hand slipped to shouto’s hip and tried to push him away.

“ah..” and like usual, shouto would tense and shift away, “i’m trying to study,” and he’d draw his book closer, pretend katsuki wasn’t there.

and katsuki would sit back and give in.

he was fed up.

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“where are we going?” shouto asked, his hand held tightly in katsuki’s. katsuki’s hands nearly dwarfed shouto’s, thicker and rougher. he had scars from years of fighting and hunting.

but shouto was dainty and soft, his skin always cool to the touch. like sticking your hands in a cool stream and shutting your eyes against a crisp autumn breeze. that’s what shouto felt like.

“i think we’re far enough away,” katsuki said as he came to a stop, turning a bit to look at shouto.

it was the middle of the night and he had dragged the prince right out of his room. shouto had been in the process of preparing for bed, so he was just in a silky robe.

which was awfully damn convenient.

“katsuki,” shouto shook his arm a little, “why did you drag me all the way out here in the middle of the night?”

katsuki hums, releasing shouto’s hand and gently cupping the boy’s face. and as always, shouto innocently leaned his cheeks into the touch.

katsuki didn’t bother with a verbal answer, he let his actions speak for him. he drags the prince closer and gently pressed their lips together, easing him in.

shouto melted into the kiss, his lashes fluttered against his pretty cheeks. katsuki brushed his thumb over his cheek, feeling him grow all warm. katsuki’s sure shouto’s looking all pretty and pink right now.

katsuki slowly starts to back shouto up, pressing him against the nearest tree. shouto’s hands grab katsuki’s wrists, a precaution he does to ensure he could pull away.

katsuki’s tongue moved to lick across shouto’s lips, coaxing his way inside. shouto whined and this is the part where he pulls away.

typically katsuki would let him. katsuki would back off, kiss his knuckles apologetically, and walk him right back home.

not tonight. katsuki was fed up with the leading on and the teasing. shouto walks around all doe-eyed and like sex on legs; katsuki’s self control was only

so strong before it inevitably snapped.

his hand slipped into shouto’s hair, gripping hard and yanking his head back. the resulting yelp from shouto was an award in and of itself.

“you drive me crazy,” katsuki whispered darkly against the side of shouto’s now bared throat, his lips pressing delicately against his pulse point where he could feel his heart beating wildly.

“katsuki… you’re scaring me,” shouto whispered, his frail voice shaking. he was so pretty and pathetic. so fragile.

“how, princess?” katsuki mumbles, nipping at the skin of shouto’s sharp jaw. his other hand slipped under the robe, tickling up soft thighs and feeling shouto shiver against him.

“please don’t do this,” shouto pleaded instead, his hips pulling back so he was even more flush to the tree. his thighs tensed and he was shaking like a little leaf.

katsuki ignored the plea and his fingers finally get to his ultimate goal. that pussy shouto’s kept secret and hidden from him for so long. katsuki made the pleasant realization that shouto was all nice and tucked when his fingers smoothed over soft lips.

“katsuki,” shouto’s voice sounded wet like he was going to start crying already. his hands braced on katsuki’s shoulders, trying hard to shove him away. yet katsuki was simply much bigger and much stronger. “katsuki please…”

katsuki grumbled, unable to feel much between shouto’s legs as his thighs were clenched so tight together.

“no panties?” katsuki inquired, eyes shooting up to lock with shouto’s blue and grey one’s.. pooled with the prettiest of tears.

“do you always go to bed with no panties on?” katsuki continued, grinning against the junction between shouto’s shoulder and neck, “bet you’ve just been /waiting/ for me to rape you, huh?”

shouto’s mouth opened wordlessly, shaking his head hard. the tears were falling faster down his face, trailing all the way down his neck. he was scared but katsuki could not give less of a shit.

it was easy to pick shouto up and throw him on the ground, the young prince yelped at the impact his body had in the mud.

“katsuki. katsuki stop it. don’t.. no! no, please! please!” shouto sobbed, scrambling in the mud as he tried to get up but katsuki was on him like a moth to a flame.

he dropped to his knees in the mud and dragged shouto’s body closer by his legs. his pretty white robe getting covered in thick, brown mud.

“god, quit putting up a fight,” he groans, ripping shouto’s legs open and earned himself a shocked sob from the boy, “if you didn’t want to be raped, you would’ve never come out here without panties on,”

between shouto’s spread legs was finally what katsuki wanted to see. he wished there was more light outside but this will have to do.

shouto’s pretty, virgin pussy. tucked and pink. his clit was obvious and katsuki might’ve put his mouth on it if shouto wasn’t fighting so much.

his hands slipped down the trembling thighs and he pressed his thumb harshly against shouto’s clit, watching his body jolt at the touch.

shouto kicked harder, reaching down to grab and swing at katsuki. it’s so annoying, why is he fighting knowing he can’t win?

“you’re so pretty. your pussy is just so perfect. quite a shame i didn’t get to see it sooner,” katsuki sighs, rubbing at shouto’s clit hard and feeling it throb against his thumb.

“st.. stop..” shouto sobbed, jerking out his legs and attempting to pummel katsuki.

“fuck— you’re so fucking on obnoxious,” katsuki scoffs, letting go of shouto and grabbing his hips. he flipped him around, pressing the prince’s face in the mud.

“shut the fuck up and be useful for once,” katsuki snapped, lifting shouto’s hips up. one hand pressed against the back of shouto’s head, listening to him gasp and gargle against the slick mud.

“good boy…” katsuki sighs now that shouto was busy trying to breathe rather than escaping katsuki.

katsuki pulled shouto’s legs open, a hand groping at his ass cheeks. he thumbed at his asshole, tight and wrinkled. maybe he’ll have to remember it for next time.