⋆.𐙚 ̊ synopsis -- you caught the king's attention one day, now you're the only one that can stop wars from happening.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ cw ! -- f!bellydancer!reader x king!katsuki, mentions of violence, casual vanilla smut; praise,talking thru it... some bulging..,,
⋆.𐙚 ̊ a / n -- shakira shakira
°❀.ೃ࿔* -- chimes and drums were your cue, the marble floors were your domain, the music flowed through you like water. kingdoms were jealous when they heard that Lord Katsuki had you in his royal court, his personal dancer, and you weren't leaving anytime soon.
you had made a name for yourself, travelled with the best dancers of the region. but when you set foot into Katsuki's kingdom, he knew well that you were his and you weren't allowed to leave. he gave you an offer you couldn't resist.
"stay with me in my kingdom, and I'll give you whatever you want - I'll do whatever you want. "
and who would say no to having the king at their disposal?
you lived lavishly in the palace. you had everything you ever wanted, and you were free to do what you wanted. you were no slave, and you made sure Katsuki knew that well. he had become more patient when you were around. more calculated, less impulsive.
some say it was a miracle, others call you his tamer. though, most believe it was the magic of the dances you perform that soothe the fire of his raging soul.
your bangles shifted against each other as you roamed the halls, admiring the portraits that were carefully painted by amazing artists. some of the palace, others of the past kings. and then there was one of you, in all your glory. Katsuki demanded it be done the second that you arrived.
"Where's my dancer?" Katsuki's voice was loud, just like an explosion, commanding respect in every room he entered. you could hear his advisors stammering excuses, and you knew well it would end with one outcome. "My lord, you have meetings and treaties to oversee, surely her performances can wait a few mere hours..?"
Katsuki leaned forward in his throne, his palms aching with the fire building up beneath them. "Do you want me to start a war today, advisor?" the poor man frantically shook his head, swallowing thickly. "No, no I-"
"Then go and get me my dancer."
every man in the room was frantic to find you, but you knew how to hide from them. just to make it interesting, making the hunt fun. while they searched for you, desperately asking around, you slipped your way into the throne room, approaching Katsuki. "I don't understand how you move so quietly with all of those jewels and bangles," he comments, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he stares at you.
he was entranced by you, your essence, everything that you had to offer. every time you danced, he would memorize your moves, try to expect which would come next, and you would always surprise him with new ones and different songs.
"It's a talent, something you learn, just like dancing." he could smell your scent more clearly now, almost taste it. it was a mix of incense and flowers, something else he couldn't quite place. he wouldn't be surprised if it was a drug specifically to torment him. "You learn how to silence your steps, slow your body down," his eyes lingered on your waist beads. "Calculate your movements. My eyes are up here, My Lord." he looked back up at you, just to stare right at your waist and thighs again.
"This one is more revealing." his hands lifted the fabric of your skirt, running his fingers over it a bit. "I like it." "Of course you do." he ushered you to his lap, patting his thigh. "I want you to wear it more often," his voice was low, much softer than it was earlier.
"It fits you perfectly. Just like how you're here, on my lap. Perfect." he pulls you in by the waist, running his fingers over the tattoos that litter your back and lower waist. "What's running through that mind of yours, king?"
he didn't answer for a moment, his eyes stuck on your waist. he put his hand over your stomach, pressing on it lightly. "Where my cock would reach inside of you." he was never one for sugarcoating, he was very blunt.
your cheeks reddened as you processed his words. "In.. In the throne room?" sure, you two have mingled once or twice, but never somewhere that you two could be seen.
he pulled you closer to his chest, so that your face was in the crook of his neck. "Of all the times I've had you under me," he slowly started to pull aside your panties. "I've never seen it." he mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "You'll help me, will you not?"
his hands didn't move until he heard your answer. "Y-Yes, my lord.." he nodded, pressing another kiss to your temple. "Good girl." Katsuki slowly inserted himself inside of you, letting out a soft groan as he felt your warmth. "So wet already," he muttered to himself.
he lowered your body slowly, giving you time to adjust to his full length. "There we are, such a strong girl.." he lifted your chin, kissing you slowly while his other hand moved your hips back and forth, your waist beads chiming softly and echoing across the large room, mixing with the wet noises of you two shamelessly fucking.
"K-Kats, what if they-" "They won't. They're convinced you're out there somewhere, and they won't stop looking until they find you. Don't focus on them, focus on taking me, pretty."
Katsuki had gotten restless, and switched positions with you. now you were pressed onto his throne, your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusted in and out of you. the throne was a symbol of power, of the responsibilities that came with ruling a kingdom. and now, you two were defacing it without a care in the world.
Katsuki watched as you struggled to keep your eyes on him, smiling the whole time. "How precious, how adorable." he pressed another kiss to your forehead, glancing at your stomach and watching it bulge every time his cock penetrated you, bruising your cervix and leaving you a whining mess.
"Such a waste of pretty makeup," he crooned, wiping your mascara. "Don't worry, you'll get more."
૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡-- can you tell i got a bit lazee