make it a thousand and one
katsuki bakugou x f!reader
➪ wc: 3.1k+ || minors dni 18+
➪ warnings/tags: timeskip! pro hero! bkg (late twenties), horse farm setting, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, coming inside, fucking bent over a desk, bkg's "punishment" is one lil spank on your ass, he chases you a little for funsies, some light biting because why not, super duper soft and fluffy bkg, he's so in love with you it's polluting the air, soooooo many love bombs, use of (doll, baby, angel, pretty girl) as pet names, heavy cursing, reader knows how to push bkg's buttons, bkg spoils you anyway, a little aftercare bath scene
➪ notes: this is from the sunflowers don't grow in the city au!!! just some fun little smut and fluff bc oz sent me a meme, and somehow I mentioned clucking, and somehow we ended up here. pls enjoyyyyyy, mwah!!!
Context: clucking is a sound we use to signal to horses many things, but majorly to tell them we want them to go forward/move faster. When you've been around the horses a lot, you kind of pick that habit with other things, like clucking at someone in front of you to move without just asking them. It's totally normal for barn people, but external use is considered rude to some people (like Katsuki, pfft). It kind of sounds like a turning light signal, if that helps, or literally how the word is spelled—click, cluck, or clack.
Katsuki sometimes wonders what's worse: his days spent under Endeavor abusing his lungs and muscles, or what'll be an entirety with you having him bust his ass around this farm.
It's partially his fault. He yelled at you once, concern fresh on his tongue as he watched you haul a heavy bale of hay. Your technique screamed guaranteed back issues and years of whining about it, and Katsuki couldn't bear to watch that happen. He snatched the bale from your arms, muttering under his breath, all pissed off.
"Next time, ask me," he said after he'd finally cooled down, aided by the fresh kiss on his cheek earned for helping out.
Part of you wanted to tell him that it wasn't necessary, that you've been living like this for years and have been just fine. Then he kissed your cheek, sighing into your skin, murmuring a soft, "Please."
You were more than happy to comply after that. So, really, it's entirely his fault.
He's an idiot for you, is the issue. He accepts that now, brushing the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. With a deep exhale, Katsuki opens the next package, the fourteenth of the day.
The two of you were snuggled close on the bed the other night—a book in his hand and your phone in yours. You gasped when you saw these beautiful oak dutch doors, your thumb stuck on the glass after hours of scrolling mindlessly.
"Get 'em," he said without a thought.
"But they're so expensive... We'd have to get enough for all the stalls to match," you shook your head, taking one last peak before scrolling.
He took the phone from your grip, repeating himself as he scrolled back up, "So? Get 'em. If you want them, why not?"
Let me buy them for you, is what you heard—what he meant.
"They're a bitch to install," you added, nuzzling deeper into his side as you watched him pull the website up.
"I'll do it. Stop worrying so much," Katsuki assured, dropping his head on yours, snaking his arm behind your back.
Who were you to say no?
You'd be an idiot, he thinks. An idiot like him.
"Kat," you mumble, poking at his back.
He's hunched over a large cardboard box, ripping the tape off to open it, standing in front of the door you're trying to enter. Either he's deep in thought or completely zoned out because he doesn't react.
You try again, grabbing his shoulder this time.
"Kat? I gotta get something."
Nothing.
So, like muscle memory—
"Did you just cluck at me?" He whips his head around, astounded.
You blink once, jaw slacking.
"I'm not a fuckin' horse," he grumbles, fully turning to face you.
"It worked, though," you say, slightly smug with the pout he draws for you.
He squints at you, crossing his arms, "Don't do that shit again."
He's so serious that it's cute. You think you just might have crushed his ego.
You can't help but laugh.
"Doll," he sighs, annoyed with a shake of his head, "c'mon. I'm not joking."
"I-I'm sorry." You cover your mouth, your stomach starting to hurt with how hard you're laughing.
"Like hell you are," he huffs, watching your body shake, breathing disturbed with a fit of giggles.
Fuck, you're cute. Katsuki's an idiot, and you're so fucking cute. He can't be mad at that—at you.
"I'm gonna get your ass if you don't stop," he warns, a grin spreading his lips like hot butter, teeth like fangs.
"I can't!" You shake your head rapidly, tears forming.
"Run then," he whispers, ducking down to your ear.
It takes you a moment to process he's serious. A chill runs down your spine once you do, an extra beat in your chest pumping your body with heat.
"Okay," you nod, dropping your hand, swallowing.
Then he's the one laughing, chasing you down the aisleway, the horses snickering at the commotion. You shriek once he catches you, hands squeezing your waist as he lifts you up.
"Gotcha," he purrs into your neck before moving in to bite the flesh, right at your pulse point.
Your eyes widen. Katsuki's chest is pressing into your back when he lowers you, wrapping his arms around your tummy.
"You're fresh today," he mumbles, placing a soft kiss where he nipped. You sigh as he swipes the area with his tongue, burning and slick against your skin—hotter than the summer.
"You're being bad, doll. No way to treat me after I've been working so hard to please you, mm?"
You suck in a breath, nodding mindlessly. "Didn't mean to," you whisper, helpless, clutching his arms as he continues his assault—smothering open-mouth kisses on the stretch of your neck and shoulder.
"Yeah? You didn't mean to, huh?"
You can feel him smiling into your skin as you continue to nod, like a broken record in his grip.
"That's alright. Good girls make mistakes, sometimes," he coos, trailing up to your ear, taking your lobe between his teeth. You wince as he tugs it, a shaky moan slipping your lips.
"But I really wanna punish you, doll. I wanna feel how sorry you are. Wanna feel you," he exhales, loosening his grip to spin you.
You're a mess already, pupils blown, body ready.
"Not here," is all you can say, placing your hands on his shoulders, going on your tippy toes to kiss his jaw.
He's grinning when you return to your heels, wide and cocky.
"'Course not, not in front of the kids," he teases, chuckling as you hide your face into his chest.
He slides his palms down your back, nice and slow, before scooping under your thighs to pick you up. You smile into his neck as he walks you back down the aisleway, his hands cupping your ass shamelessly.
A door creaks open, and you frown, peaking up.
"Why are you going this way?"
Katsuki smirks.
"You thought I was taking you to the house?"
You let out a tiny, measly sound when he squeezes your ass, anticipation painting you hot in his hold.
"I'm not patient enough for that," he sighs, entering the office.
It's an underused room adorned with a large solid wood desk, a couch, and paperwork stashed in a cabinet, leaving a lot of open space. Suddenly, the room feels crowded with Katsuki dropping onto the sofa, maneuvering you until you're laying flat on his lap.
His fingers brush along your spine before hooking under the band of your shorts. He laughs huskily when your hips shimmy forward, rushing the process.
"You like being bad, don't you?" He places a palm flat on your back, keeping you still as he peels your shorts down at his own tantalizingly slow pace.
"It really was a mistake," you say under your breath, chin dipping into the pillow he laid for you, arms crossed beneath it. "It's a bad habit. I am sorry."
He pauses, brows furrowed as he takes a deep breath, "You know I'm not actually mad at you, right?"
You smile at that, already knowing.
"You're not?"
"No, baby."
"Alright," you suppress a laugh, "Hurry up then, Kat."
He tenses, hearing you cluck.
"You're so fucking—" He can't finish his sentence, too busy ripping your shorts and panties down in one go, your giggle vibrating into his thighs.
"I'm sorry!" You yelp, giggle dying down as his palm lands harshly onto your bare ass.
He's smirking, tongue swiping past his bottom lip as he watches the soft flesh shake. "You're a brat," he says, "such a fuckin' brat. You're so lucky I love you."
"Love you too," you gasp, his fingers digging into the meat of your ass, hungry and eager.
"Yeah, I know. 'M lucky too," he slurs, blood rushing to his cock, feeling it press up into your tummy.
You hum at the feeling, curiously reaching an arm back. Katsuki helps, sliding you further down his thighs and guiding your hand until you cup him.
"I wanna fuck you," he pants, throbbing into your palm.
"You're terrible at punishing," you bite your cheek, fighting a smile and the stirring at your core.
"Nah, I just want you. Why would I punish myself by not fucking you if I can?"
You can't argue with that.
"How do you want me, Katsuki?"
He exhales deeply, flipping your body until he's cradling you in his arms. His eyes are clouded with lust, a crimson storm.
A grin tugs at his lips before he brings your body closer, mouth at your neck. "Bent over the desk."
Your eyes shut, a shaky breath leaving you.
"Please."
Katsuki carries you there, placing you onto your feet gently with a kiss. Your arms hook behind his neck, sighing into him as he holds you tighter. His tongue massages yours, exploring your mouth like he's never been there before, just as excited as he was the first time. It never gets old to him.
Slowly, you twist your torso, dropping your arms to press your palms into the desk—prepping yourself. He stops you.
"Wait," he pulls away, frowning, "fuck, wait. I wanna see your face."
You tilt your head, raising a hand to run through his hair, then cup his cheek. "You really are bad at this. Can't even make up your mind," you say, trying your best to stay stoic, a smile breaking towards the end.
His eyes narrow, and he turns his face toward your hand, biting your palm.
"Ouch!"
You both laugh for a moment.
"Fuck you," he says, smiling wide.
"That's the plan, isn't it?" You say, smiling back.
He rolls his eyes. You're such a dick sometimes, he thinks. He loves you.
"On your stomach," he decides, suddenly, "Later on the bed, I'll take you properly then."
"Concerned for my back?" You nuzzle your nose into his, pecking his lips softly.
"Always," he nods.
He kisses you sweetly, drinking you in like air as you fill his lungs.
"Be good for me," he whispers, forehead pressed to yours, breath fanning over your lips.
"Fuck me good, then," you say.
His hands find your hips, squeezing them tight before he spins you quick.
"Don't I always?"
His palm presses square on your back, lowering you onto the desk.
"Always," you nod, cheek smushed into the polished wood.
You step out of your shorts and panties after he drags them to your ankles. While he's crouched down, he places a kiss on your calf. Then he sighs, undoing his pants, staring at your pussy, all slick and pretty. God. He wants to make out with your cunt, even considers it for a moment or two.
His thumb brushes between your lips, spreading them as you shiver beneath him. Just a taste, he thinks. He's earned that much.
Your hips buck, feeling his tongue dipping into your heat, a groan rumbling from deep in his chest.
Katsuki is an idiot. He could never just have a taste.
"Fuck. Fuck you," he whispers, so sweet and flustered, gripping your hips as he nuzzles himself into you.
It's messy. So fucking messy and loud too. You don't think you could ever recover from the fever it gives you—his sucking and teasing, his tongue fucking into you. Then there's his fingers, his big hands, and his undying desire to put them to good use. Katsuki rubs your clit, gets you all whiny as he smirks into you, the smile wiped off his face as he grunts shortly after.
"I wanna make you come," he says between open-mouth kisses with your pussy, chin dripping in slick.
"Y-you are," you whimper, barely able to get it out as your hands roam the desk for something to grip—anything to keep you sane.
He hums into you, a sharp breath tightening your neck.
"I know. Just wanted you to know. It's my favorite part."
He grins when you moan his name, so light and fluffed up in the air, raining down with its filth down his tongue.
"There you go. Make me happy and come," Katsuki purrs, lowering himself to suck on your clit, his finger entering you.
He can feel how close you are. You're fluttering around his finger, so he adds a second, curving and pumping into you. His tongue flicks at your clit, enjoying himself a little too much because he almost misses it—your pleas fogging his mind until your hand reaches back, gripping his wrist.
He gently slides his fingers out, slipping out of your grip to take your hand in his, intertwining fingers. He holds your hand as he laps up your release.
"Sorry, baby," he slurs, still drunk on your cunt.
"S'kay," is all you say, in a daze.
You're panting into the desk, laying limp once he stands again. He uses his free hand to rub up and down your side, sighing as he watches your slick dripping down your thigh. He'd go back down to catch it with his tongue if he wasn't so eager to fuck you.
"You doing okay, pretty girl?"
"Mmhmm," you nod, eyes shut with a soft smile, like an angel—his angel, "I wanna feel you, Kat. Make me feel good. You feel so good. Please."
"You're so sweet when you're fucked out," he grins, leaning down to kiss the nape of your neck.
"Do it more often, then," you say, melting under his lips.
He nods, straightening his back, "Good idea."
Your giggle is cut off. Katsuki wraps a hand around the base of his cock, pumping it as he nudges his tip between your puffy lips, wet mixed with your release and his spit. He hisses, sliding it up and down, nice and slow in your mess. It's so heavy in his hand, painful too. It takes everything within him to not just slam his hips into your ass, make your body shake as he gives everything he's got into your cute little cunt. It's an attractive thought, but Katsuki knows it's not really what he wants. He wants to feel you, all of you. He can't feel you if he rushes the job—can't savor his meal if he doesn't take time to chew, let you melt on his tongue.
"Gonna go slow, angel," he mumbles, watching himself sink into you.
You're gripping his dick all snug—like you're thanking him for treating you right, wanting to feel him too. Warmth spreads throughout his chest as he collects your other hand, holding your wrists together in one hand behind your back, the other at your hip.
"Y'know I love you?" He says, bottoming out.
"Only say it a thousand times," you tease, struggling to hold any bite in the words.
He rocks his hips back, making you suck in a breath.
"Make it a thousand and one. I love you."
His thrusts are slow, as promised, but deep. He buries himself into you each time, head rolling back as he squeezes your wrists, your moans rattling his mind.
"Talk to me. Wanna hear how you feel," he exhales, dropping his gaze to where you meet.
"Feel like I love you," you breathe, pausing to cry out when he hits you a little harder, "feel like I'm dying, and I like it."
"Don't die on me, doll," he laughs, all airy and warm, heart-tugging out his chest.
"S-shut up," you stutter on a moan, "I'm not—you asked."
Katsuki releases your wrists, leaning over to place your arms back, your palms pressing flat into the wood. He traces a hand up, hovering over the one you face, and laces his fingers with yours.
"I feel like I'm dying too. You're fuckin' killing me," he coos, his voice close and rich.
His pace quickens, racing along with your heart. He's big, just like anything about Katsuki is—stretching you out so nicely, making your head heavy, body full. He feels so good. So good it almost hurts when he hits that spot, grunting, growling in your ear like he'd tear you apart for feeling so fucking good too.
"Wanna," he squeezes your hand, inhaling sharp, "wanna fill you up. Make you my mess."
"Please," you nod, using all your strength to pull the hand he holds to your face, kissing his thumb, "want you to. Ruin me."
"Don't say shit like that," he groans, thrusting so hard the desk shakes—maybe the world too.
Your throat burns from how loud you're becoming, but you can't help it. He knows just the angle, just the words to say. Katsuki's the love of your life, and he fucks like it too.
"I'm so close, baby," he pants, knowing you are. "Gonna—Fuck, gonna come. Need to. Need you."
"I'm here," you say, "I need you too."
It's warm and fuzzy. Your whole body—tensing so tight like the air wants to feel your pulse. He's still slipping into you, taking his time to let you ride it out. You feel his lips on your neck when he comes.
You both stay there for a moment, overly hot and sweaty—gross but together. Katsuki whispers I love you into your hair until it becomes white noise. It's weak, and you're sore, but you match them all back.
Your panties feel foreign against you when he drags them back up with your shorts. You miss his hips flush against you, his skin kissing yours. He carries you bridal style to the house.
"Did you learn your lesson today?" He grins, rubbing your ankle in the tub, sitting across from you.
"Cluck and get fucked," you nod, busting into a laugh along with him.
"Never say that shit aloud again. Someone's gonna fucking bully you when you say shit like that," he shakes his head, lips curved up just for you.
"Like who? You? You already do that," you kick at his chest playfully, pouting when he catches it before you can.
"Someone's gotta," he says, lowering your foot back into the water and suds.
"Well," you sigh, pushing forward until you're crawling onto his lap, "I'm glad it's you then."
"Yeah?" He asks, looking down at your lips.
"Yeah." You say, letting him kiss them.
Katsuki decides then that it could never be you. You'd never be the toughest part of his life, the worst battle he's faced. You kiss too sweet to be a burden, love too hard to not carry its weight.
Katsuki's an idiot, but he fucking loves you, and there's nothing stupid about that. He thinks it's probably the wisest decision he's ever made.
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