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crikeygatormate · 2 years

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Tied Down (Part One)

Cowboy!Bakugou x AFAB Reader

Summary: You've been trying to become number one for so long, but just when you thought you would become a Champion Reiner, Bakugou Katsuki steals the spot from beneath your nose and becomes your number one rival. While on your way back to the top you find out there's more to Bakugou than meets the eye.

Hi friends, back again with Cowboy!Bakugou! I'm pretty excited about this one :) It's got some good tropes rivals to lovers, sort of a love triangle, and some good old drama and spice lmao I'm not sure how long this will be, but I guess around six or seven parts! This first part is a little short, just to get the ball rolling lol think its about 5k?

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of an accident, someone becoming paralyzed, dub-con, only a little bit of grinding lmao kind of a love triangle

Part Two! Part Three!

Part One

There was something brewing in the air the night you saw him. The wind had stilled, the air grew thick with moisture, and the smell of rain tickled your nose. Tension was high and you could feel it and the horses could too.

That night was an important one, probably the most important one of your career. It practically determined if you would be able to keep your family's ranch or not. You were in the final champion show for reining horses and the pool of riders was small, just you and about twenty others. Apparently, you were expected to win, at least so you thought.

That all changed when he showed up on his big blue roan stallion and you instantly knew that you had lost. He got a perfect score and a standing ovation from the crowd, that night his horse had become the number one reining horse in the whole country.

You ended up having to pull out before you ran, his horse had kicked yours in the knee, hard, on the way out of the arena in a scuffle you thought had to be fate. Both stallions never even acknowledge each other until you locked your gaze with his. He didn’t even apologize, all he did was turn his nose up at you and told you to “get a better hold on that damn stud, its a fuckin’ wonder you even made it this far.”

Those words lit a fire under you that would burn hot and bright for three years and for three years you worked hard to climb back up to the top of the ranks, and along the way you would never forget the face of Bakugou Katsuki, the man that took everything away from you.

------------------------------ Three Years Later—------------------

His face was everywhere you turned and so was that fucking blue roan. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the magazine in your hands, staring into the red gaze of Bakugou Katsuki.

“If you keep glarin’ at that magazine any longer it’s gonna catch on fire,” Toshinori’s deep voice sounded from next to you.

You sighed, drawing your gaze away from your number one rival, well at least in your mind he was your number one rival. “I know,” you answered with a sigh, “it’s just why does everyone kiss the ground this guy walks on? He’s not that great.”

“He’s number one,” Toshinori answered loosely.

“Well I’m gonna be number one too,” you seethed, “just wait, this year it’s gonna change.”

Toshinori looked at you, his expression was soft, yet it held mild concern. He had always looked out for you, being your father’s best friend and all. Once your father passed away, and you lost the ranch, he stepped up and tried to make sure you would fill your dad’s boots, but it proved to be harder than he thought. You had the potential for sure, but you were hot-headed and stubborn.

“Stop lookin’ at me like that, Toshi,” you sighed as the announcer told the crowd that the competition was about to start.

Toshinori sighed as he ran a hand through his straw colored hair, “I know, but kid, you’ve gotta cool off, that horse of yours gets too riled up when you do and you mess up. Both of you can’t be too hot out there or you’ll keep gettin’ second.”

“I know that,” you said through gritted teeth as your gaze cut to your stallion. He had gotten older, probably older than most stallions in the show, but he was your pride and joy, a big dunskin with four white socks. He was a good horse, mean as hell when he needs to be, which you liked, that meant he was smart.

However, you did acknowledge you both were too hot in the arena. Too insync with each other needs to go, to be number one. So you nodded and sighed, letting your shoulders relax as you reined in your anger.

Today you would be calm. Nothing could even go wrong really, this was just a qualifying bracket and an early one too. Your horse was way too good to not get first right now. If you won this bracket you’d move up and then you’d be three shows away from competing with Bakugou.

“Go get on, you’re about to run,” Toshinori’s voice cut into your thoughts.

You glanced up at your uncle and nodded, deciding to keep quiet as you got on your horse and made your way into the arena. You were the first one to go. The crowd was sparse, but that didn’t matter to you, you weren’t there to impress, like a certain someone you knew.

The announcer called your name and number and you set off, going through your course pretty smoothly until you came to your last sliding stop. As your horse slid across the arena dirt you suddenly locked eyes with the last person you were expecting to see at your show.

Bakugou.

In fact, he was sitting right next to Toshinori, listening as your uncle rambled about something, but he was watching you. He had his legs crossed at the knee, showing off his fancy new boots that you could tell cost him a pretty penny.

You narrowed your eyes and backed your horse up before patting the side of his neck. He was breathing hard, and so were you. The fire inside of your belly got hot with anger as your rival lifted his lips up into a smirk.

You turned your horse away from him and made your way out of the arena and back towards your trailer and truck that were parked. Some voices sounded from behind you and you didn’t even bother to look back, you knew whose voice that was. That deep timbre accented with a country twang that had all your girlfriends raging.

With a disgruntled sigh you stopped your horse and got off, still keeping to yourself as you led him up to where his halter was tied at the trailer.

“Did good out there, kid,” Toshinori said as he patted your horse's bum, “Cowboy is easily gonna take the win on this one.”

“Didn’t keep your hands soft though,” Bakugou quickly added in before you could say your thanks to your uncle.

“Don’t talk to me about soft hands,” you hissed as you took off your horse's bridle and placed his halter back on, roughly tying the rope by the side of his cheek while he started to grab at his hay net.

“Bakugou does have soft hands, darlin’,” Toshinori gently said. Even though he knew you hated Bakugou’s guts, he also knew that he’d be a great teacher to you. Teach you patience and how to cool off, something he had to teach Bakugou himself. Granted he had to admit your temper was much more fiery than the blond next to him.

You clenched your jaw, muttering something venomous under your breath as you undid the girth of your saddle.

“What was that?” Bakugou asked, lifting an eyebrow as he moved up next to you, and easily lifted the saddle from your horse's back.

“Nothin’,” you snapped, watching as he easily placed your saddle back on its rack in the tack section of your trailer. “I had that.”

“Y/n,” Toshinori hissed quietly from behind you, “let the poor boy help ya, okay? He’s trying to extend - wadda you call it?- an olive branch?”

“Olive branch or not, he’s full of it,” you sneered, eyeing Bakugou as he snooped through your tack, “you and I both know he’s just sniffin’ out the competition. Does this every year, it gets his rivals unnerved. You saw what happened to Izuku last year? Yeah, you and I both know Izuku doesn’t just fall off his horse during a spin, Bakugou got all up in his head.”

Toshinori’s lips flattened into a flat line, he seemed displeased that you brought up his favorite student, practically his other adopted son besides Bakugou. “Katsuki isn’t like that, don’t you dare blame him.”

“Yeah fuckin’ right, Toshi. You just can’t see it cause you love him like he’s your own, but I can. He’s a snake, plays dirty as hell to get what he wants. Even to his best friend, Izuku, and he’ll do it to me too. Your actual family,” you said, feeling your anger flare as you turned on your heel heading towards Bakugou who was looking at your horse's stifles.

“These look a little sore, probably need to get them injected,” he said, lips quirked up again at the sight of your deepening frown.

“Yeah? Are you a vet?” you scoffed as you kicked his knee, prompting him to stand up. He was tall, you'd give him that. Probably around 6’4 without his boots on. You knew he liked to use his height to intimidate people, but that didn’t work on you. Not anymore. “Get the hell out of here, I know what you’re doin’ and it’s not gonna work.”

“And what would that be, princess?” Bakugou drawled as he leaned against your trailer.

“You’re trying to get in my head, make me mess up,” you answered while folding your arms across your chest. “It’s not gonna work this year, Katsuki. I’m gonna take that number one spot from you.”

Bakugou’s playful dememour instantly turned dark at your threat, he laughed, it was deep and mocking. “I highly doubt that. You can try, but just like all the years past you’ll mess up. Get all tangly in that head of yours,” he said as he flicked you in the forehead.

“Ouch!” you hissed, rubbing your forehead as you glared up at him. “That supposed to scare me? C’mon Bakugou, you can do better than that,” you hissed glancing back at your uncle who was on his phone and not listening, which allowed you to lean into Bakugou closer, “I know what you said to Izuku last year, don’t think that’s gonna work on me.”

An emotion flashed across Bakugou’s face that you couldn’t place, but you quickly guessed it might have been guilt, which was strange. However, it was quickly replaced with a smug smirk, “you think so? Then you better watch out, princess, you’ll be next.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, “alright, sure. Go and get, I’m tired of lookin’ at you.”

Bakugou huffed, glancing up at your uncle who was now watching you both, “yeah whatever, work on your hands? I want to have some actual competition this year, ya know?”

You snorted and shook your head as you watched him turn on his heel and walk towards his obnoxiously large black truck. Well, you both had the same truck but yours was better. “Let’s go home,” you said aloud.

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“Don’t you think you should listen to him?” your friend Tsu asked as she rode past you on her large warmblood gelding.

“My hands are soft,” you said with a huff as you loosened your reins.

Tsu shook her head as he cantered up towards a high jump. You could hear her counting her strides before her horse leaped over the jump and landed perfectly on the other side. She rode back up to you and came to a stop, “he’s right, you extend your shoulder too far out, I think you’re just being nice to Cowboy. He’d do better with more contact on his bit.”

You frowned as you grabbed your reins and adjusted your arm so you weren’t letting it hang too far over the saddle. It’s not like you didn’t have soft hands, you did, but that’s when you were riding English. Which is where you met your friend Tsu. Both of you met when you were younger and learned everything you knew about riding.

“That’s better,” she said as she watched you trot around her. “I hate to say it, but maybe you should let Bakugou give you a lesson?”

Tsu!” you almost screeched causing her horse to jump at the shrill tone of your voice, “you did not just say that!”

Tsu laughed, “just kidding, Y/n, but maybe go watch him ride?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you mulled over her suggestion, “I guess I could. Maybe get inside his head.”

“Sure sure,” Tsu said with another chuckle as she glanced down at her watch, “look I gotta go, but text me if you’re going to that bar tonight with Ochako and Momo?”

“I will, just be ready by ten just in case,” you said as you watched Tsu head back to the stable. You were currently working as a ranch manager on Toshinori’s ranch which allowed Tsu to board her horse at his stable for cheap. It was a nice gig and Toshi paid you well, despite you being his niece.

Granted he needs the extra help anyway. You swallowed thickly as a memory flashed in your eyes. You took a shaky breath before heading back to the stables and watching Tsu peel out of the driveway in her green car.

You dismounted Cowboy and began untacking him again and let him loose around the stable so he could graze. He was good for a stallion, you trained him well, so you didn’t have to worry too much about him getting to the mares or the other horses. You’d still put him up before you left anyway.

“He’s always been a good one, hasn’t he?” a gentle voice said from inside of the stables.

You squinted as you watched Izuku wheel out of the stable with a solemn look on his face. “Yeah, Cowboy is a special horse.”

“I know, you’ve trained him up pretty good, Y/n,” Izuku said with a small smile as he stopped his wheelchair in front of you.

You smiled down at Izuku. What had happened to him was tragic. He was neck and neck with Bakugou during last year's championship competition. You thought he was better than Bakugou actually, he had raw talent and a work ethic that was insane.

Although during his run last year something that seemed impossible happened, Izuku came out strong but once he got to his last spin his horse slipped and landed right on Izuku crushing his lower back and paralyzing him almost immediately.

You knew Bakugou had been taunting him before, telling him not to hold his reins too tight, don’t press his heel too hard into his horse's side, relax in the saddle or something would go wrong. All things to unnerve Izuku and for Izuku to have a fall like that, whether it was his fault or his horse just slipped, you would always blame Bakugou for trying to get into Izuku’s head, mess with him. It wasn’t right.

You’d never forget the cry that Izuku let out when his horse landed on him or the shock in his voice when he shouted he couldn’t feel his legs, it was horrifying.

“You okay?” Izuku asked, tilting his head as his green curls fell to the side of his face.

You nodded and plastered on a smile, “yeah, and hey we got first yesterday. Gonna knock Bakugou down from the top this year.”

Izuku smiled, “I’m sure you will, Y/n.”

“Thanks Izu,” you said with a smile as you placed your hand on his shoulder.

“Y/n,” Izuku began as he gazed out into the open arena, “I know you blame him, but he didn’t do this. I just want you to know that, it was just an accident.”

You curled your fingers into Izuku’s shoulder, “He shouldn’t have been telling you all of that before your run. He got into your head, made you nervous Izu.”

“He did do that, but I’ve made peace that it was an accident,” Izuku said, even though there was a small hint of anger in his voice.

“If you think so,” you said quietly, watching your best friend gaze out across the field to where some of the horses were grazing, including his now gelded stallion.

Izuku nodded and gave you a small smile, “have fun tonight, don’t let Ochako talk to any other guys,” he teased.

You snorted, “she’s only got eyes for you, Izu.”

Izuku’s cheeks flushed and he looked away from you trying to conceal his grin.

You grinned and ruffled his hair before heading inside to get ready to have fun with your friends, but the nagging voice in your head told you that Izuku should be with you too.

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The bar you were in was a bit interesting, but it was your favorite. There was a big dance floor in the middle, lots of places to sit, some places to play pool, and a mechanical bull. However, the best part was that off to the far right there was a small indoor arena where there would be bull riding at midnight.

It was pretty entertaining and it helped you loosen up a bit. Which you needed, you were acutely aware of the stick up your ass right now.

The music was loud as you chugged down a whiskey sour before reaching for another one, feeling your body become buzzed with the alcohol. It felt nice to be feeling so light for once.

“Ooh! Look! They’re about to ride the bulls,” Momo shouted as she dragged you across the bar and towards the arena where you both climbed onto a table to get a better look.

“What about Tsu and Ochako?” you slurred as you fixed your crop top.

“They’ll catch up!” Momo shouted as the lights turned on and the announcer started to hype up the crowd as the guys in the pen got the first bull ready.

“First up we’ve got Eijirou Kirishima or better known as Red Riot! He’s well known around here, never seen a guy take as many horns to the side as him, dude’s built like a boulder!” the announcer shouted as the crowd went wild.

Your eyes widened as you watched the largest guy you’ve ever seen get on his bull, which was huge too. He had a mass of wild red hair and laughed as his buddies slapped him on the shoulder.

“That’s like your dream guy, Y/n,” Momo said loudly as she watched your face, you were in utter awe.

“I know,” you said as you mindlessly took a sip of your drink.

“Better go get ‘em before the other girls do,” Momo said with a giggle as she nudged your arm, “you gotta let loose for once.”

You nodded, keeping your eyes glued to Kirishima as his ride started. He was good, hanging on tight as he kept one arm up while the bull bucked wildly around the small arena. You let out a gasp as the bulls head slammed back into Kirishima’s face causing his mask to fly off, but he held on until the timer buzzed and then let go. He landed rather roughly but managed to scramble to his feet and climb the fence.

In a brief moment you caught his scarlet gaze and he grinned and wiped the blood off his face from his nose.

“Did he just smile at you?” Momo asked, glancing between the two of you.

You nodded, a slow grin growing on your face as you watched Kirishima hop off the fence and towards the back after his bull exited the arena. “He did.”

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Across the bar, Bakugou was nursing a warm beer as Denki continued to ramble on about how he breaks in colts to the girl snuggled into his side.

“Look who's here,” Shindo said from next to Bakugou as he set his beer down, “Y/n’s up on that table with Shoto’s girl, yeah?”

Bakugou turned his gaze towards you to see you standing on your toes, dressed in something he doesn't usually see you in. He then watched as you hopped off the table and practically sprinted towards the arena. “The hell is she scurrying off to?”

“Who knows,” Shindo said with a yawn, “that one is trouble though, mean as hell, just like that stud she has,” he added as he rubbed his arm, there was a small scar there from when your horse bit him.

Bakugou huffed, cutting his gaze to Cami who had come back by his side and placed her hand on his chest, “got your drink?”

She nodded, grinning as she took a sip of her drink, “yup, thanks for paying, Kats.”

He nodded, giving her cheek a small pinch between his fingers as he turned his gaze back towards you. To his surprise you were talking with one of his close friends, Eijirou Kirishima. He was a bull rider and did some ranch work on the side, pushing cattle and such.

“Oh she’s talking to Eijirou,” Shindo said with a snort, “he better watch out, sure she bites too.”

“You’re just jealous,” Sero finally spoke up from the other side of the booth, “she’s rejected you like four times, Shindo.”

“Yeah whatever,” Shindo said with a snort as he took a heavy sip from his beer.

Bakugou furrowed his brows as he watched his friend tuck some of your hair behind your ear, and he felt something heavy settle in his stomach like lead.

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“You’re really good,” you said rather awkwardly to Kirishima who had just tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

“You think so?” he said with a chuckle as he let his hand drop down next to his side again.

You nodded, “yeah,” you trailed off, feeling your face turn hot.

Kirishima laughed, “you’re cute, you wanna dance?” he asked as he held his hand out for you.

Your eyes widened, “um okay, I’m not very good though."

He laughed again as his hand engulfed yours, “that’s okay, just follow my lead. I’ll take good care of ya.”

You smiled as you let him lead you onto the dance floor and he immediately pulled you in close. He was tall, pushing 6’6 and you were level with his chest, which meant you had to look up to see his face.

Kirishima placed his hand on the small of your back and held your hand in his as he began to pull you along to the music, making you laugh.

“Gonna twirl ya, ready?” he asked, his scarlet eyes shining under the multicolored lights.

You nodded, grateful that the alcohol was making you more relaxed and definitely looser, or you knew you’d be stiff as a board in his arms. A small shout escaped you as he twirled you and then dropped you down into a dip, making you scramble to grab onto him.

“You’re just too cute sweetheart,” he cooed, giving you a wide smile and exposing a set of perfectly white teeth.

You nearly melted as he pulled you back up flush against him. He smelled good too, like spice and just a little bit of alcohol. It was almost addicting as he pulled you close to him again, and ran his thumb over the back of your hand as he led you both around the dance floor.

The song soon ended and you found yourself back in a secluded booth sipping on another whiskey sour as Kirishima told you about his day job of working as a ranch hand at Crimson Ranch.

“So what about you darlin’?” Kirishima asked as he pulled you closer to him and rested his big hands on your thighs.

“Oh I work as a ranch manager for my uncle’s ranch now, but I rein,” you answered as you felt yourself lean into him.

“Really?” Kirishima drawled as he inched his hands up further on your bare thighs, “well, believe it or not, I’ve seen you ride before, you’re talented.”

Your eyes widened, “you have?”

Kirishima nodded, “yeah, one of my friends does reining too, he’s pretty good, but I’d reckon you’re better,” he said with a wink.

If he hadn't already won you over with the smooth talking and dancing he sure did now. “Yeah?”

Kirishima nodded, as he helped you settle onto his lap. He gazed up at you as he placed his hands on your hips and hooked his thumbs into your belt loops and pulled you flush against him, “oh yeah, you and that dunskin make a good pair, you gonna bring home the championship this year?”

“Now you’re just tryin’ to butter me up,” you said, trying to keep your cool as you resisted the urge to grind down on him.

Kirishima almost purred, “nah, just tellin’ the truth darlin’.”

You lifted an eyebrow, “dunno, not sure if I believe ya.”

“No?” Kirishima teased as he watched you lean over, you both were so close that your lips were just barely grazing his.

“No,” you answered, letting your eyes close as he pressed his lips to yours. A soft sigh escaped you as you kissed him. He tasted like whiskey and a little bit of blood, but that didn’t bother you. All that you could think of was his hands on you and the warm feeling starting to spread into your limbs from your tummy.

Kirishima nipped at your lip making you whine as you tangled your hands into his mane of hair and pressed yourself closer against him, so close that you coud feel the planes of muscle through his flannel and the bulge in his jeans.

You broke away to catch your breath as he pressed open mouthed kisses to your jaw and down the side of your neck as you rocked your hips against his, gasping into his ear as the buckle of his belt pressed aginst your core just right.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Kirishima groaned as he squeezed your sides and spread his legs more, he was fixing to run his hand under your crop top, but he caught sight of someone marching up towards him.

“Kiri,” you muttered, voice needy as he pressed his hand to your lower back making you whine softly.

“Hold on sweetheart,” he whispered sweetly into your ear, “Katsuki, what’s up dude?”

You froze, Katsuki? Dread filled your veins like ice as you stiffened in Kirishima’s big arms.

“The hell are you doin’?” Bakugou’s deep voice cut through your syrupy haze like a hot knife.

“What I want, mind your own business, yeah?” Kirishima said with a large smirk, which only grew as he felt you stiffen even more, “look ya scared her.”

You gulped and turned your head to look at Bakugou over your shoulder.

Bakugou held your gaze, trying to avoid looking at your swollen lips or the red marks on your neck, or the fact that he could see Kirishima still grinding up into you. He swallowed thickly and narrowed his eyes at you before finally speaking, “better not miss your lesson tomorrow, princess.”

“Lesson?” you asked, raising your eyebrows in shock.

“Your uncle set it up a few hours ago, don’t be late, it's at eight tomorrow morning,” Bakugou said while rolling his eyes as he turned on his heel and headed out towards the front door, reaching his hand out for Cami to grab.

#Tied down #Cowboy!Bakugou #Cowboy!Kirishima #Bakugou x reader #bhna bakugou #Kirishima x reader #tw. alcohol mention

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 2 years

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#cowboy!bakugou #help he's got me by the neCK and i CANT BREATHE #the yee to my haw #Bakugou #MHA bakugou #BNHA Bakugou #the Bomb

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alanisinstone · 1 year

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i’m on an insane cowboy!bakugou bender (thanks @thecowboykatsuki-anon 🙏) so get ready for a lot of that shit

#cowboy!katsuki #cowboy!bakugou #lana.speaks🗣#lana.oncrack 🖕

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yamigooops · 1 year

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good luck charm

synopsis: when you decide to get a little cheeky and put on a cute cowboy’s hat you get a lot more than you bargained for

warnings: strangers to lovers, slight size kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, Katsuki’s a playful bastard (if there are any I’m missing let me know lmao)

length: 9.7k

inspired by an ask submitted to @kingkatsuki by @thecowboykatsuki-anon and featuring art based on the same idea by @jozstanko-art we’re all just whipped by this fucker and want to put his hat on and have him fuck us silly

Rodeos weren’t particularly your thing, considering you had grown up in the suburbs your entire life. College had introduced you to people who had grown up with lifestyles contrary to your own, including your best friend Mina, who had grown up in a small rural town. Where she had grown up everyone knew each other, and things like farms and town fairs and rodeos were commonplace among the population.

So, when she invited you to one of said rodeos after your junior year had ended you were intrigued enough to oblige. She had told you about them for the past three years, and you were somewhat curious after all the hype she had placed on them. So about two weeks after the semester ended you found yourself in her hometown. It was a small town, with a main street that consisted of about three blocks of bars and independent shops that provided everything from boutiques to ice cream parlors.

As the day approached dusk on your summer vacation you found yourself at the main fairgrounds for the (apparently monthly) rodeo and trying not to entirely mentally check out. You genuinely had no idea what was going on, despite the fact that Mina had spent the hour and a half drive from your university apartment to her childhood home explaining everything that happened at a rodeo. All you could grasp was that there were three events and which ones her friends competed in. One competed in two, while another competed in the other.

The third friend competed in all three events and was recognized area-wide as exemplary in all of them, and by the way Mina described this man he was incredibly attractive. So, you spent your free time on the drive imagining how this man looked. You only knew he had blonde, spiky hair, red eyes, and a near permanent scowl. However, considering he participated in all three of these events you had to assume he was in peak physical condition. Something about Mina’s description of him made your stomach flutter.

As she pulled into the parking lot of the arena you realized just how popular this event was. It seemed as though every person in town was here, and the parking had spilled over from the actual lot onto the field surrounding it. Once you had parked in the closest possible spot, you and Mina made your way over to the competitors’ area.

Since she knew so many of the participants the two of you were permitted past the gate reading “Competitors and staff only.” She led you through a light crowd of men and women, many of whom were decked out in full cowboy regalia. There was also the occasional horse, bull, or steer being led to their pens to await their turn on the arena floor.

Coming to a pair of young men, Mina bounced on the balls of her feet and tapped a red-haired man on the shoulder. He turned around questioningly before lighting up at the sight of your best friend.

“Well look who finally made it,” boomed the man. He towered over you, absolutely built but attractive in a big puppy kind of way. His smile was infectious, and as he pulled Mina into a bear hug, you found yourself smiling as well.

“Eiji, I missed you so much!” Mina practically jumped onto her friend, her arms clinging around his neck. So, this must have been Kirishima. Now that you heard his name you could recall several stories Mina had shared with you about the red-haired giant. She had also shared with you, in confidence of course, that she’d had the biggest crush on him since middle school, but never worked up the courage to ask him out.

“Missed you too,” he murmured, his face buried in her neck. If you didn’t know any better, it would have looked like the two were already dating. The thought had you chuckling, as it was quite obvious that Kirishima felt the same way about Mina. You supposed it was probably easier to see as an outsider.

“God, get a room, will ya?” came a gruff voice from behind the pair. You shifted your attention from the closeted lovers before you to the man standing just behind them. Sure enough, based on Mina’s description of him, you assumed it was Bakugou Katsuki. Only he was so much more attractive than you had expected. His garnet eyes were piercing as they moved from Kirishima and Mina over to rest on you, and you found yourself blushing and looking away under his intense gaze. “And who are you?”

“Oh, guys this is my best friend and roommate Y/N,” Mina supplied, releasing Kirishima from the chokehold she had him in and moving back to your side to prompt you forward. “She finally agreed to come see you guys compete!”

“Wow, that’s awesome. Thank you so much, and it’s nice to meet ya,” grinned Kirishima as he held out his hand to shake yours. He was the picture of gentlemanly perfection, and you found yourself instantly drawn toward him.

“Absolutely, I figured I should come see what all the hype is after this one talked it up so much for three years,” you chuckled and gestured toward your pink-haired friend. “She talks about you guys all the time.”

“Better be good things,” grumbled Bakugou, crossing his arms over his chest. The action had his black, green and red plaid shirt pulling tight over his biceps and chest, drawing your attention to the rest of his physique. His thighs were massive, though you supposed that was from years of training to ride bucking animals. His leather chaps had imagery of explosions down the sides, and flared out at the ends along with his dark jeans to accommodate his leather cowboy boots. Atop his head sat a well-loved black cowboy hat, beneath which his spikes of ash blonde hair peeked.

“Oh, only the best. I hear that you guys are some of the best riders around,” you nodded. His slight scowl didn’t budge, and in that moment, you decided you’d make it your goal to get him to smile by the end of the night.

“Aww, thank you Mina,” Kirishima crooned, throwing his arm around the smaller girl.

“Of course, I’d say good things, ya doofus. You guys are my best friends.” Mina’s cheeks were darkening from the proximity to the “love of her life,” as she had put it so many times.

You chuckled, watching as the childhood friends caught up with one another. There were two more that joined, named Sero and Denki, and as the conversation continued and the crowd shifted, you found yourself shoulder-to-shoulder with Bakugou after a while. You chimed in every once in a while, but mainly let Mina catch up with her friends. Bakugou seemed to have a similar approach to the conversation, watching as Mina and Kirishima cluelessly flirted and teased one another.

“Are they always this oblivious?” You kept your words quiet as you directed them toward the blonde beside you.

“Those two have been doing this shit for years,” he sighed. “We keep tryin’ to get em together, tell them that they’re into each other, but they’re about as dense as two blocks of concrete.”

You snorted, “Must be exhausting having to watch that for so many years.”

“You ain’t got a clue.” He let out a puff of air through his nose, and when you peeked up at him through your lashes, you realized it was a chuckle. There was a shadow of a smile on his lips, and you felt your chest glow with pride at having gotten even that out of the stoic man.

“You should smile more,” you said teasingly, bumping your shoulder against his, though it was admittedly more against his bicep than anything.

“That a command, little missy?” He turned those burning eyes on you once again, and you felt something tighten deep within you. Feeling a surge of confidence roll through you as you captured his attention, you reached up and plucked his hat off his head before plopping it down on your own. It was warm and smelled like his shampoo, something deep and spicy. His lips slowly slid into a sly grin as you tilted your head back slightly more than before to be able to see him under the brim of it.

“I think it suits you,” you shrugged, grinning playfully up at him. “Makes you look a little less bullish.”

As you held his gaze for a few more moments, you slowly registered that the conversation around you had quieted. Breaking away from the intensifying exchange, you found the rest of the group skeptically watching your exchange.

“What is it?” You asked Mina worriedly, hoping you hadn’t done anything wrong.

“N-Nothing, it’s just that Kats is kinda protective of that hat,” Kirishima supplied after a moment of hesitant silence from Mina. “Doesn’t usually let people wear it. Says it’s lucky or somethin’.”

So, you had messed up.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry! Here you-” You scrambled to take off the hat and hand it back to the man beside you. However, before you could put it back on his head, he grabbed your wrist and held it, drawing your slightly panicked attention.

“No worries,” he drawled, that sly smile still gracing his lips. “You should wear it during my ride. Wouldn’t want to get it dirty, right?”

“Kats, man,” Kirishima started, a cautious tone to his voice.

“I couldn’t, not if it’s lucky… I thought this competition decided if you went to that big championship or whatever,” your voice trailed off as he eased the hat from your fingers, holding it by the top as he slowly placed it back on your head.

“Then you be my good luck charm, ‘kay?” His hand still gripped your wrist, his skin hot and calloused but his hold gentle and strangely… loving?

“Dude, he never even lets us touch that thing, much less wear it,” whispered Denki to Sero off to the side. That tightening in your core grew as you could only nod.

“O-Okay,” you breathed, knowing you probably looked like a deer in headlights right in that moment. He let the hat go with a gentle shake to your head before releasing your wrist as well.

A tense moment of silence passed before a booming voice cut through and announced that the events would be starting soon and that competitors should head to their places. Blinking a few times to try and focus on anything but the blonde cowboy before you, Mina took your hand and told the others to do their best and approximately where the two of you would be sitting. You dazedly wished them all luck before following closely behind Mina to your seats

As the events began, you couldn’t get that moment out of your head. It didn’t help that the outcome of it was literally sitting on top of it the entire time in the form of a black cowboy hat, but when Katsuki came on for the first event you knew you were doomed. He was spectacular. The horse bucked and jumped beneath him, trying its best to eject him from his seat on its bare back. But he held strong, one hand tethering him to the animal while the other waved through the air as he moved back and forth atop the animal.

He lasted the necessary 8 seconds, along with 3 more before the animal was finally subdued by both the team of handlers and Katsuki himself. As he took in the raging crowd, waving out at the people chanting his name and cheering him on, he eventually found you, probably thanks to his hat perched proudly atop your head. You stood there cheering for him, but the heat and weight of his gaze was palpable even though you were across the arena from him.

As the next contestant moved into place, you turned to Mina with a sigh. “Alright, what gives? What’s the deal with the hat?”

Mina glanced at you hesitantly, as if she didn’t want to scare you. “Uh, it’s just a thing we say around here that you probably never knew about. It’s nothing, don’t even worry about it.”

“Well, it’s too late for that,” you groaned over the crowd. “You guys all looked at me like I made some fatal mistake when I put the hat on. Then he put it back on and everyone got all weird. So, what does it mean?”

Mina threw her head back and sighed dramatically, “Fine,” she relented. “There’s a saying that if you put the hat on you get the cowboy. That’s why we all got weird. But you obviously didn’t know about that so you don’t have to worry. Bakugou is respectful, he was probably just taken off guard, that’s all.” Mina grabbed your hand, recapturing your attention which had strayed off as you realized what you’d done. “Seriously, Y/N. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I’ll beat him up myself if he tries anything, got it? Kiri will too.”

You nodded hollowly, trying to comprehend what was happening. You get the cowboy too? Does that mean romantically? Sexually?? Sure, Katsuki was attractive as hell, and you’d been flirting when you put his hat on in the first place anyway. But would he even be interested in you that way? And besides, you’d only just met!

But as the competitions continued, the possibility of getting with Katsuki grew more and more appealing. As you watched him in the steer wrestling event you were made aware of how powerful and fast he was. As he took down the animal in just over 3 seconds, you found yourself squirming in your seat.

Then, later, during the bull riding, he impressed you even further as he held onto the enraged creature. You held your breath the entire time, hoping against hope that nothing bad would happen to him, and couldn’t hold back your sigh of relief as he made it through the event almost completely unscathed. He had only fallen on the ground after the time limit had elapsed, and for a split second you feared the animal would try to trample him. But the team of handlers quickly calmed the bull, and Bakugou made his way over to it to pat it on the head with the brightest grin on his face before they returned to the pen it came from.

It turned out he had done incredibly well in all three events, and would be moving on to the state competition taking place in two weeks’ time along with Kirishima. As you and Mina made your way back down to meet up with them after the events had concluded, you chuckled as your friend made a beeline toward the red-haired giant. This time she really did jump into his arms, congratulating him profusely as he thanked her over and over.

As those two were distracted by one another, Bakugou slowly made his way over to you. That tightness returned to your stomach, and you plastered a weak smile on your face as he stopped before you. Unable to meet his eyes, you looked down at your feet as you congratulated him.

“You were amazing out there.” You tried to raise your voice enough to be heard above the surrounding din. “Congratulations on moving on.”

Two fingers slipped beneath the brim of his hat and tugged it upward, removing the shield between the two of you as he eased it off your head. “What was that? Couldn’t quite hear ya under there.”

You met his gaze as you felt your face heat up. “I said congratulations on moving to the next round,” you huffed. He had probably heard you, but wanted to fluster you.

“Guess you really were a good luck charm, huh?”

“I know what the hat thing means,” you rolled your eyes. “Besides, it had nothing to do with luck. You obviously know what you’re doing out there.”

He let out a bark of a laugh, reaching up to place his hat back on his head. “I beg to differ,” he grinned. “Seein’ you out there in the crowd, wearing this thing, that had everything to do with why I did so well.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. You’d only met this man a few hours ago, but your attraction toward him was already so strong. Was it his looks? His personality? That damned superiority complex? Or was it something else?

“And if you’re so in the know about what wearin’ my hat means, what are you gonna do about it?” He was closer now, his voice lower and the intensity of his gaze heavier. You could feel his breath on your now-exposed face, and had to fight the urge to look away as he tilted his head slightly to the left.

“Not sure yet,” you shrugged, trying with every fiber of your being to stay calm, to sound nonchalant. Inside, however, that desire for him was burning hotter than ever, that tightness in your core growing toward an unbearable pressure. “What should I do?”

He smiled again at that. “You should let me treat ya to a drink and let me get to know ya better.” His proposal was so smooth it had you floundering for purchase as he reached up to tweak your chin between his thumb and the side of his forefinger.

This is really happening, you said to yourself. This god of a man was really asking you out for a drink, and you would be an idiot to decline, especially with that pool of need growing in your stomach.

“Sounds like a plan, cowboy,” you shrugged before reaching up. “I get to wear this though,” you smirked and lifted the hat from his head once more.

“By all means, be my guest.” He seemed to want to devour you as you placed the item on your head again, and that made your inner goddess preen with delight.

“Hey, Mina,” you called, looking over to your friend where she stood chatting with Kirishima. She looked over toward you before an expression of surprise crossed her features at the sight of you and Bakugou. “We’re going out for a drink, that okay?”

She slowly developed a wicked grin as she realized what was happening before she nodded. “Absolutely, have so much fun.”

“Thanks, I will,” you nodded. Bakugou slid his hand into yours and started leading you out of the venue, but not before Kirishima called out after you.

“For the love of god, use protection!”

Your face exploded into flames at his shouted words, as they brought numerous people's attention toward you. It didn’t help that everyone seemed to know that the hat you wore belonged to the man beside you. So, in an attempt to escape their prying eyes, you turned down your head and tried to hide behind the brim of his hat.

“Hey, don’t do that,” Bakugou chided as you neared the exit. “I want ‘em to see how pretty you look in my hat.”

“You’re not helping,” you hissed, wishing people would stop whispering about how they’d never seen you around and how surprised they were to see someone wearing Bakugou’s hat.

He simply chuckled beside you as he led you toward his pickup truck. It was ginormous, and he had to help you up into the passenger’s seat. But once inside and when he had turned the air on, you found it was far comfier than your own car. It looked well-maintained and the interior was surprisingly clean, considering he was a farm hand.

“You really do look good in it,” he remarked as he pulled out of the parking lot. “But please don’t feel pressured to do anything you don’t want to do, alright?” Though his voice was still gruff like it always was, it had a sincere softness to it that had you looking up at him instead of down at your hands. He glanced over at you as he stopped at a red light.

“Okay,” you nodded, and smiled as he reached over to flick the brim.

“I got it when I was twelve,” he stated after a few moments of silence. “Was a present from my ma. It’s by the same maker as the hat my idol wears.”

“And who’s that?” You asked the question even though you knew the name would likely hold no significance to you. It just made you happy to hear him opening up to you.

“Toshinori Yagi. People called him All Might because of how good he was. The guy’s a rodeo legend. Set the world record for most time on bull-back, and the fastest steer takedown. It’s my goal to break those someday.” He looked out on the road ahead of him with a faraway look in his eyes. There was a wistfulness to his voice as well, and you knew that this hat really did mean the world to him.

“I think you can do it,” you said softly, despite your lack of knowledge.

He smirked, looking at you briefly. “Ya barely know the first thing about rodeo. How do you know I can break those records? They were set over twenty years ago, and people have been trying ever since. What makes you think I can do it?”

“You seem like a really tenacious guy,” you shrugged. “Like you fight for what you want and don’t give up till you get it.”

“Well, you aren’t wrong there, I’m definitely tenacious. My friends would probably call it bull-headed, but I like your description better.” He was quiet for a moment before he tentatively reached out to brush his fingers against the back of your hand, like he was asking permission. You looked up at him, only to meet his red gaze, made even redder by the glow of the red light he stopped at.

Taking a breath in through your nose, you eased your hand over and let him thread his fingers through yours. You hadn’t really registered how warm he was when he’d been holding it earlier on the way out, but in the quiet and intimate space of his truck you were honed in on the feeling of his calloused skin against yours. This was his riding hand, the one he used to keep himself from being flung from the backs of enraged animals. It was probably strong enough to break your own smaller hand, but the care with which he held it astounded you.

“I’ve gotta admit, I’ve heard about you from Mina,” he offered as the light switched to green. “Was kinda lookin’ forward to meetin’ ya.”

“Well, I hope I didn’t disappoint,” you laughed nervously. Sure, you’d heard about him, but he had turned out to be so different from what Mina had described. She had told you about a man with anger issues who sucked at making new friends and always wanted to fight others. And while he did seem to be those things, he also apparently had a softer side, one which he only showed to certain people. And you weren’t quite sure how you’d become one of those people, but you couldn’t exactly say you were upset about it.

“Course not,” he grinned. “She told me you were a spitfire, so I was lookin’ forward to having someone to jibe with. Certainly didn’t disappoint in that area.”

“Well good, I’d hate to leave a future record-holder wanting for more,” you giggled softly.

“She showed me pictures of you too,” he added almost hesitantly. “And I must say you aren’t disappointing there either.”

Your cheeks flared up at the compliment, but you fought back the urge to curl up in a ball and insist he was just being nice. “Thank you.” The words were laced with more emotion than you had originally intended, but you found you couldn’t hold it back.

There was a pause in the conversation then, as you both sat blushing in your seats listening to the thrum of the engine. His thumb began stroking the back of your hand in small circles, and you found yourself relaxing into his touch.

“Would you like to come to my place instead of a bar?” He asked somewhat suddenly. He sounded… nervous. Like he had no idea how you might respond despite the fact that you had given every indication of being romantically interested in him as well. “I mean, that way I’d be able to cook you something. You’re probably starving, right? I know I am…” His words were somewhat rushed, and they faded off at the end as he glanced over at you.

The thought of going home with him had your stomach doing flips and your heart singing in your chest. He was so attractive, and seemingly the perfect gentleman when he was interested in someone, which was something you had always wanted in a partner. And Mina had told you so many times how good of a man he was, despite his gruff demeanor…

So you nodded. “Sure, that sounds nice.”

He let out a nearly imperceptible sigh of relief and resumed stroking the back of your hand, which he had stopped while waiting for your answer. “Alright, it’ll be a few more minutes to get out there since it’s on the far side of my property. In the meantime… Tell me about yourself.”

You told him everything you could think of, about your family, what you were studying, what you hoped to do in the future. And he listened intently, making comments here and there or asking clarifying questions when needed. His attention remained on the road, which had lost its street lights back at the edge of town and was now a dark path cutting through fields of crops. They swayed in the light breeze, and you felt the urge to roll down your window and breathe in the fresh air.

And so you did. You put it down all the way and stuck your hand out into the warm night air, letting it flow between your fingers like water. As you leaned toward it, Bakugou’s grip on your other hand tightened subtly.

“You better not let that hat blow away,” he warned, and you simply smiled over at him and unbuckled your seatbelt. Releasing his hand, you held onto the brim of the hat and leaned out the window. The wind battered you and you could hear nothing else, but the way it felt through your hair and rushing over your skin felt positively divine.

You let out a loud cry of joy into the peace of the country night, atop the backing track of crickets and cicadas and beneath the light of the distant stars. Bakugou simply watched from inside the vehicle, his free hand finding purchase on your hip to stabilize you as you flung your arms out, hat clutched between your fingers. You could almost reach the corn leaves on the side of the road as you rushed past them, and you tried not to get disoriented as the world passed upside down.

As you let out a laugh of happiness, you felt the car slowing and looked in the direction you were headed. Bakugou slowed in order to turn onto a driveway, and you took that as a cue to pull yourself back into the truck, only to find him laughing.

“Your hair’s a fuckin’ mess now, idiot,” he choked out through peals of laughter. Upon inspection in the mirror you flipped down you found he was correct. You giggled at your disheveled appearance and simply placed the hat back on your head to hide it.

“There, all better!” You grinned at him as you felt his hand, which had been situated on your hip, make its way to rest on your thigh.

He simply shook his head as his laughter died down and you approached a house you could now see on a small hill. As he pulled to a stop at the top of the driveway he gave your thigh a soft squeeze and a pat before putting the car in park and hopping out. He made his way around the front and opened your door for you, helping you down until your feet met gravel.

“Welcome to my place,” he said as he led you inside. The parlor was cozy as he turned the lights on and you found that the place smelled of spices and something savory. “I’ve got a brisket slow cooking in the kitchen right now, should be just about ready.” He slipped his boots off and set them near the door, and you followed suit before accompanying him to the kitchen.

“Your house is beautiful, Bakugou,” you said softly as you looked around. It was simply decorated, but the things it did contain were all gorgeous. There were wood carvings that looked to be done by hand, and paintings here and there. It was so homey and domestic, and for some reason you hadn’t expected that from a man like him. But seeing him in the space it made complete sense. He fit into it all perfectly.

“Please, call me Katsuki,” he insisted as he retrieved two wine glasses. “Oh, I guess I should ask what you prefer. Are you a wine or beer drinker? I’ve also got some bourbon, whisky, or gin if you’d like any of those instead.”

“Wine is good, though I will say I’m normally a white drinker,” you smiled as you gestured toward the bottle of red he had out on the counter. He got a look of worry on his face, as if he’d committed some sin by bringing out red wine, and you laughed. “I’m kidding, I love a good red,” you assured him, making your way around the island in the middle of the kitchen.

“Good, dumbass, because I ain’t got any white.” He tried to look nonchalant, but there was relief clear on his face. He deftly opened the bottle and poured two glasses before handing you one. “It’s from the local winery, so hopefully you like it. Cause if you don’t then I’ll have to take it up with Sero since he owns the place.”

As you grinned at his lightly playful tone you tilted the glass to take a sip. It was incredible, the flavor spreading over your tongue and reminding you of autumn nights spent with Mina on the couch retelling stories of how your summers went while getting progressively more wine drunk. “It’s delicious,” you nodded, smiling up at him.

“Good, I’ll let him know he’s got another fan. That guy can always use an ego boost,” he chuckled, taking a sip from his own glass. He then placed it down on the dark marble countertop before making his way over to the slow cooker near the oven and peeking inside. “I’d say this has another 20 minutes before it’s perfect,” he said, mostly to himself.

“So what should we do in the meantime?” There was that tightness again at the thought of having time to kill with just the two of you. It only grew as he slowly turned back to you with a gleam in his eyes, and you distracted yourself by taking another sip of wine.

“Well, I suppose that can be up to you. What would you like to do, little missy?” He stepped back toward you and joined you in drinking from his own glass.

“Now why the need for the nickname?” You tried to sound annoyed with it, but in reality it had you clenching at the sound. “I’m not that little.”

“I beg to differ, you barely come up to my shoulder. I’d say that’s pretty little,” he smirked and patted the top of your head.

“Yeah, well I’ve got a big personality,” you defended, trying to look bigger as you rose slightly onto your toes.

“Ya got a big attitude, I’ll give ya that.” Tilting his head back, he finished off his glass of wine, and you followed suit. “Though I’d love to see how tiny you’d look on bull back. Bet you’d hardly last two seconds.” The grin on his face had your stomach fluttering and your breath shortening at the apparent innuendo behind his words.

He obviously wanted you, and you wanted him. So why were you so hesitant? It’s not like you were a virgin, you’d had several partners in the past, and had even had a few one-night stands. Was it just because of how attractive he was? How intimidating his aura was? All you could think about was having his hands and mouth all over you, having him buried inside you to the hilt and riding him like he rode his bulls. But something was holding you back, and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what it was.

He took a step closer, leaning down to speak right into your ear. “I’d love to see how tiny you look riding me, too,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. There was a growl to his voice that hadn’t been there before, a depth that threatened to pull you under and drown you in him. And you found yourself wanting to dive into his depths, to be pulled under and never come back up for air. But you realized in that moment what was holding you back.

Fear.

Fear of losing yourself. Fear of falling in love with this man, only to leave tomorrow and never see him again. He had a magnetism to him which pulled so strongly on you that you found yourself daydreaming of leaving behind everything you’d worked so hard for to settle down with him. To be his little housewife who stayed at home and took care of the children and sacrificed her own dreams to support him and the family you’d have together

But you wanted a life of your own. Wanted to pursue your passions and make your own dreams come true. You didn’t want to settle for a life in some small town where you could never make something of yourself. You didn’t want to only be known as Bakugou Katsuki’s wife and the mother of his children. You were scared that if you let yourself drown in his depths that you really wouldn’t come back up for air, that you’d sink into the murky waters of obscurity and never be seen again.

But as he took hold of your chin again with that thumb and forefinger to tilt your head back and get your eyes to meet his, you felt more seen than you ever had before. There was a fire inside those carmine eyes that said he wanted to fight the world with you by his side. That he wanted to see you succeed in whatever you wanted to pursue, and hoped you felt the same.

So you took a deep breath and plunged in.

“I think I’d like that,” you whisper, before grabbing the collar of his shirt and tugging him down to meet you as you rose once again on your toes. His lips were just as hot as his hands as they met yours tentatively, but they were soft, and more supple than you had expected. They moved slowly against yours before his tongue peeked out and ran over your bottom lip before you granted him access. His hands came to clasp your waist while yours slid behind his neck, using it as an anchor to keep your knees from buckling.

He eventually turned you so your lower back pressed into the countertop. Then, in one swift motion, his hands slid below your ass and hoisted you up onto the counter. You hadn’t even jumped up to help him, making you realize just how strong the man you were ensnared with really was.

With this new height you were slightly above him, no longer having to worry about his hat bumping into his face. Your fingers delved into his hair, and you groaned into his mouth as he kneaded the fat and muscle of your thighs, between which he had wedged himself. He pulled you closer to the edge so your core was pressed up against his belt buckle, and you squirmed at the feeling of him slowly grinding into you.

Breaking off for air, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed as he softly panted. “Do I have your permission, little lady?” He spoke in a voice so soft you barely heard it.

“F-for what?” You had never been asked to have sex before, it had always just been implied once the kissing and touching had started. So it took you off guard that he would ask now that things were getting heavier.

“To fuck you, to make love to you, whichever you’d prefer. I just know that I need you, so fucking bad,” his eyes opened to look at you before you nodded, mind in a daze at the courtesy he was portraying. “I need a verbal response, little one. Can’t do with just a nod,” he grinned.

“Oh just fuck me already, you idiot,” you groaned, pulling him back to your lips. He chuckled against them, before slipping his hands back under your thighs.

“Hold on for me, yeah?” He said between kisses. You wrapped your arms and legs securely around his neck and waist, and he slid you off the counter. You assumed he would bring you to the living room where there was a comfortable looking couch. But instead he made his way back through the parlor and up the stairs with you hanging on like a monkey.

“God, so strong,” you murmured against his lips, feeling yourself growing wetter at the idea of his strength.

“Gotta be strong to be a rodeo champion,” he grunted against the skin of your neck. He made his way down a hall and into a bedroom which you assumed was his due to the dark décor and shelves worth of trophies.

He made his way over to the bed and leaned down to lay you atop the comforter. It was soft and you found yourself sighing at the feel of it against your hot skin. He released you with a final kiss, and you let your legs fall from his waist before releasing his neck with one final tug at his blonde locks. He straightened and began to undo his shirt, which had gotten dirt and dust on it from the ring but had remained in good condition. You were glad for that; the colors suited him.

“That the only reason you got strong?” You tried to put a little tease into your tone, but he seemed to see right through it to the need lying beneath as he continued to undo buttons, about two thirds of the way down. You propped yourself up on your elbows, hoping you didn’t look too desperate for hi

“Course not. Got strong so I could help others too,” he replied with a smirk. “I volunteer quite a bit in town and on the local farms when I’m not tending to my own.”

“Uh huh. Any other reasons.”

He undid the final button and pulled the shirt from its place tucked into his jeans. “Are you insinuating that I got strong so I could manhandle you?” A single brow raised sharply as he let the shirt fall from his arms to land in a pile on the ground.

“I’m not not insinuating that…” You were hard pressed to disguise the need bubbling up in your voice as you slowly scooted back up the bed to where the plush pillows lay. “All I’m saying is that it wouldn’t hurt in the bedroom.”

He looked at you questioningly, before unbuttoning his pants and climbing onto the bed above you. “Well then you’re not great at hiding your intentions,” he whispered loudly, as if his words were meant to be a secret, but he wanted to share it with the world.

“Maybe I just don’t want to be good at it. Ever thought about that?” You murmured, even as his fingers brushed against the bare skin of your waist where your shirt had ridden up, sending a shiver through you.

“Then I guess you’d be succeeding.” His voice was a true whisper now as he said the words directly into your ear, before pressing his lips to the soft flesh of your neck. He had situated himself fully between your legs, your knees bent, and feet pressed against the soft material of his comforter.

“Exactly, I’ve got you right where I wanted you.” You tried so valiantly to keep your voice from warbling, but as he kissed down the column of your neck you couldn’t help the sigh that slipped through your open lips.

“Not yet, you don’t,” he tutted against your collarbone. You screwed your brows together and opened your eyes to look down at him as he paused to get your attention. “I’ve got your permission, right little lady?” Something about the tone to his voice had your skin heating up like never before.

“Y-yes,” you stammered, remembering his need for verbal consent.

And with that, he descended.

He had your shirt up and over your head in what was probably record time, your bra following shortly after and leaving you both in nothing but your jeans, underwear, and his explosion-studded leather chaps. Everything was a whirl of touch and tongue and teeth, moans and groans replacing any lingering words either of you may have uttered.

His lips wrapped around one pert nipple, while his fingers tweaked the other one. His free hand worked its way to your jeans button, slowly but deftly undoing it. He looked and sounded like he wanted to devour you right then and there but was waiting for something. The feeling of his tongue against your skin had you moaning, and he chuckled into your skin at the sound. The hand at your waist yanked your zipper down in one swift motion, before he eased his fingers beneath the waistband of your now-undone jeans.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groaned, his fingers stroking your sex over your lace panties. He wasn’t wrong, you could feel the fabric cling to your folds with arousal as he made quick work of finding your clit.

“Mnh, m-more,” you huffed, grinding your hips into his hand as you searched for increased pressure.

“Now, is that any way to ask for something?” Bakugou tutted from his spot just above you, but his voice was strained with need as well, something he was decent at masking but not immune to.

“Please,” you whined, “just fuck me already.”

He chuckled darkly. “Right idea, but wrong execution. Now you’re just gonna have to wait longer.” And with that, he was gripping the waistband of your jeans with both hands and yanking downward, drawing a yelp from your lips as he rid you of the cumbersome fabric. You raised your hips to help him, not that he needed it much, before plopping unceremoniously back onto the bed.

He grinned down at you before reattaching his mouth to your heated skin. You groaned at the feeling of his lips dusting against the plane of your stomach as he made his way down your body. When he finally reached your panties, you were nearly gasping for breath. You had delved one hand into his surprisingly soft locks, allowing yourself to stroke them like you wanted to stroke a different part of his body, but you weren’t quite there yet.

He slipped his fingers beneath the lace which barely covered you, pulling it down your legs with what could only be considered reverence before tossing them to the ground somewhere behind him. The way he looked at you when you were completely bare before him had you wanting to cover your face as it burned beneath his gaze.

“What a beauty,” he murmured, before kissing the skin just above your core. “Betcha taste even better than you look.”

Then you were being devoured. His tongue quickly found your clit as his breath was hot against your pussy, making you squeal in pleasure. He varied his technique, switching from flat, languid strokes that had you moaning to pointed, quick circles which had your toes curling. When he slipped a finger inside, you nearly lost it. The combination of stimulation and penetration was driving you closer and closer to the edge, and it was driving you crazy.

“K-Katsuki,” you groaned, fingers tightening in his hair as you felt your stomach tightening.

“I know, sweet girl,” he replied, words muffled as he continued to eat you out. He added another finger to keep up the stimulation as his mouth was partially occupied by his words, though they were muffled by your folds which he kept constant contact with, whether through tongue or lips. “You’re doing so good for me. Just a little longer.”

His constant licking and kissing on your clit, and the curling and scissoring of his fingers deep inside you had your thighs coming up to close around his head as your own was thrown back on the pillow. Katsuki moaned loudly against your core at the pressure, sending a new wave of pleasure rushing through you that almost had you bursting at the seams.

Then he did something you weren’t expecting. He ran his top teeth ever so lightly along your heat, stopping just before your clit as you cried out desperately. At the same time, he curled his fingers right against the gushy spot inside you which so few lovers had found before. Perhaps one or two had managed to hit it, but the combination of sensations had you falling apart within seconds.

“F-fuck! Katsuki,” you nearly screamed, tugging on his hair so hard he groaned at the feeling. You came harder than you ever had from oral sex, and he loved every second of it. He lapped up every drop that escaped before pulling his fingers from the sheath of your body. Directly after those same gooey fingers were slipped into his mouth and sucked clean of your essence.

“Damn, you taste divine Y/N,” he sighed, crawling atop you and pressing his lips gently to yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue as it ran along your teeth, strong and earthy and slightly sweet. He wasn’t wrong.

Your chest heaved as your hands came up to unsteadily undo his belt. They fumbled slightly, and he chuckled before standing again to quickly undo both that and the button of his jeans. Pulling them down, he stood before you, unabashed and glorious in his nakedness. His length and girth had you swallowing thickly as you readjusted on his bed, moving back to lay against the pillows.

“You’re staring,” he chuckled, lifting a knee to free his foot from his pants and briefs to place it on the bed near yours.

“Am I not supposed to appreciate what’s in front of me? When you look like that?” You smiled, trying your best not to let your voice quiver with leftover ecstasy and anticipation. Kicking his other foot to free it from the fabric clinging to him, he made his way up the bed, body lithe and solid between your legs as he came to cage you between his muscular arms.

“Then I guess by that logic I’m allowed to stare as well?” His voice was soft and low as he leaned down to press his lips to yours. He threaded his fingers through your hair, which still held the remnants of the wind-swept knots, and you sighed at the feeling. You tried not to lose yourself in the feeling of his rock-hard length coming to rest on your lower stomach, but your hips reflexively lifted slightly off the bed to grind against it.

“Patience,” he murmured against your mouth, his hand slowly making its way down from your hair along the curves of your naked body to rest on your hip, which he eased back down onto the comforter. “Let me treat you right.”

His words had you tightening once more. The idea that such a gentleman had taken an interest in you, and after so little time together, had you nearly vibrating with need. The hand which held you down gave your hip one more squeeze before coming to grip himself. The low grunt that slipped from his lips had your stomach doing flips before he eased the tip into your folds.

He ground his length through the slick which had gathered there, taking his time to make sure he was fully coated in order to ensure not only his own enjoyment but yours as well. So many of your lovers in the past hadn’t been considerate enough to do that, hadn’t taken into consideration your pleasure and only focusing on their own, that the action made your heart ache with desire.

Once he slipped through your heat with no resistance, he lifted his face from where it rested against your neck to look at you. “Are you ready?”

Your voice caught in your throat as desire and passion threatened to choke you. All you could manage was a nod and a wordless, desperate moan. Thankfully, he was losing himself to desire as well and took that as permission to continue, because you didn’t think you would have been able to form a coherent response in that moment even if he had demanded it.

Nodding, he placed his free hand on your inner thigh to spread your legs slightly farther apart. Looking down at the spot where the two of you met, he guided his cock to your entrance and slowly pushed inside. The sound you released was one of pure ecstasy, and he followed suit with a groan that had your toes curling. He moved carefully, pausing as he was halfway inside to not only give you a moment to adjust, but to give himself a chance to take a deep breath before continuing. The feel of your tight walls constricting around his fat cock and the way you looked and sounded beneath him nearly had him coming undone, and he couldn’t look bad in front of you now.

“Shit, so tight princess,” he muttered through gritted teeth. His brows were drawn together in a look of pleasure so attractive it had your core tightening even further as he resumed his plunge into your core. The breathy moans and soft mewls of pleasure spilling from your lips had him even more eager to really start pounding into you, but he had to fully submerge himself first. Leaning back, he looked at the way you sucked him in, and he used the fingers that were previously wrapped around his cock to come draw tight circles around your clit.

“F-Fuck, Kats,” you moaned sweetly, eyes unable to keep from screwing shut as he bottomed out, pelvis resting soundly against you as you wriggled your hips experimentally against his. The feeling of his pubic hair against your sensitive core, along with his calloused thumb directly against your clit had one of your hands coming to grasp his forearm while the other tangled in the sheets by your head.

“That feel good, little one?” Katsuki’s voice was slightly strained as he pulled out slightly and pushed back in. You couldn’t stop the almost pitiful sound that slipped from your throat as you nodded vigorously. He chuckled shortly, seeming to have a hard time getting out coherent thoughts himself. “Can I move a little more?”

“P-Please,” you begged, needing more: more movement, more stimulation, more friction. More of him.

“Then hold on, ‘kay?” He came to situate himself above you once more, leaning on one elbow as his thumb remained glued to your clit. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers threading through his hair, before he began to move.

It was slow at first, almost gentle, as he tested to see how far he could go. Each time he increased the speed or pressure with which he moved, you craved more, cried out louder. It was a gradual increase, but soon his headboard was banging against the wall and your tits were bouncing and the wet slaps of his balls against your ass were accompanied by cries of pleasure that spilled freely from your lips. His teeth sank into the flesh of your neck as he groaned, the sound vibrating through his chest which was pressed against your own.

“Katsuki!” His name fell like a prayer from your lips as you neared your climax once again, and the sound of it had him following suit. But he’d forgotten a condom, forgotten to use protection in the heat of the moment with someone he’d met only that day. So, he’d hold out. He wouldn’t ruin this moment by making you worry. He would make this perfect.

His years of training and fit physique came in handy not only for the rodeo, but, as you’d insinuated, for lovemaking as well. He used those powerful thighs to drill into you, those muscular arms to not only hold himself up but to bring your chest up to his as well, the arch of your back making him hit even deeper than before. Your moans and cries had only grown louder and more explicit as he continued, and soon he had you falling apart beneath him.

“Fuck!” You couldn’t hold back a scream as the coil which had grown so infinitely tight within you snapped, and you came harder than you ever had before. Tears slipped from the corners of your eyes as your vision went white, and your breath stilled in your chest, trapped by your constricted throat as Katsuki fucked you through the best orgasm of your life.

He grew quiet above you, and as your vision returned, you saw he had his eyes trained on you with more focus than ever before, all while his jaw clenched so hard you worried for his teeth. He pulled out, collapsing on his back beside you as his erection stood tall and flushed against his stomach.

“W-What are you doing?” You asked with a shaking voice, trying to catch your breath as you turned onto your side.

“Fuckin’ forgot a condom,” he forced through those tightly gritted teeth, before taking his length in his hand and starting to pump it.

“So?” You raised yourself onto one elbow to look down at him.

“I can’t ruin this by making you worry about that,” he admonished, breath growing even shorter as he closed his eyes forcefully.

“I never said you should stop, Katsuki.”

He froze at that, eyes flying open as he looked at you in surprise. The words had spilled from your lips before you could stop them, taking you off guard as well, but you didn’t make any move to take them back. You eased your fingers around his length, replacing his own calloused ones before shifting above him, thighs coming to straddle his own.

“Y-You said you wanted to see how I’d look riding you, right?” Your voice was soft, but excited. His hands hesitantly came to grip your waist as you lifted yourself to hover over his cock. “Then why don’t I show you.”

With that, you lowered yourself onto him. He slipped inside, aided by your creamy release which still coated your insides and the apex of your thighs. You couldn’t help the sigh that fell from your lips as you came to sit atop his thighs, and the groan that he released had you tightening for the third time that night, much to your surprise. You were lucky to get even one orgasm with your past lovers, much less two. Three? That had never happened before. But you were eager to see if this god of a man could make it happen.

“Dammit, Y/N,” he muttered, his hips thrusting up into yours as his grip on your hips tightened. “Think ya might kill me at this rate.”

“Well, you can’t do that,” you huffed, moving atop him as you placed one hand on his stomach to steady yourself. It was solid, a wall of muscle which had you clenching around him at the feel. “You’ve got a championship to win.”

He chuckled beneath you, the sound choked and breathless as you ground down into him. “And you’ll-” He broke off with a moan that had you grinning above him. “You’ll be there, right? Need my g-good luck charm, after all.”

“You gonna get me front row seats?” Your over sensitive cunt squelched as your chest heaved. This man was really about to get you to cum three times in a fucking row, wasn’t he?

“Darling, I’ll get you pit tickets if you want ‘em. Y-You can watch from the damn sidelines if you’ll just be there.” One of his hands made its way up your side to come and cup your breast, thumb circling your pebbled nipple as the other hand gripped your hip so hard you were almost sure it would leave finger-shaped bruises.

“F-Fuck!” You cried as he thrust particularly hard, nearing his climax as you leaned down to kiss him fervently. Your thighs burned and your breath came in shallow pants as you neared your own end, falling over the edge as he gave one final push upward, hips pressing up off the bed as he came hot and hard in your soft, warm insides. You fell apart moments later, hardly anything left within you but cries of pleasure and a clenching core that had him pumping you full of more release than he’d ever given before.

It felt right, like you’d found a piece that you hadn’t even known was missing. As you collapsed atop his heaving chest, buried your face in his neck, let your fingers trail over his skin and through his now damp hair, you felt more at peace than you ever had. As his hands soothed over the areas he had gripped so tightly, as his lips pressed feather-light kisses along your hairline, he realized that maybe he really had found his good luck charm.

Maybe that hat was just meant to bring the two of you together all along.

#cel writes #cel sobs #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #cowboy bakugou #bakugou smut #soft bakugou

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willowser · 15 days

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something something cowboy bakugou coming to pick you up in his old truck and he keeps a fluffy blanket stuffed behind the cab because he likes to drive you both out to the middle of his big fields so you can lay down in the bed together something something

#woof.#✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: cowboy bakugou

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evadoupixii · 3 months

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NEVER LOSE ME

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 Summary: You left katsuki all alone on the farm to go pursue your dreams. You still loved each other even as the silence grew louder. All in all, you both made it work.....until.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 wc >>1.4k

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 Warnings; FarmboyBakugo x fem reader! Poc coded reader! mutual masturbation, finger fucking, phone sex/computer sex explicit content.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 i know yall must be tired of all the country boy bs but i can't help it i love it sm! Send me requests of anything you guys want! tysm for 50+ followers!

FarmboyBakugo! // Who happily tapped his fingertips against the side of his steering wheel as he drove home along the dirt road. Turning up the music as he glanced to the left of him at the blue lake that ripped through the countryside, how the setting sun sent ripples of shiver along its length. As mundane and gray as life had gotten seeing this view at the end of every day never ceased to amaze him. He turned the truck onto another dirt road, the light from the sun flickering every second as the tall trees began to envelop him. He sighed as he pulled his pickup truck into the driveway of the little house on an Everglade late into the afternoon. He took out the keys from the ignition and hopped out of his truck, the sound of the heels from his boots clicking against the wooden deck of the house as he walked up the porch stairs.

FarmboyBakugo! Who As soon as he was in the house, began kicking off his boots and throwing his cowboy hat on the coffee table of the living room. Running his hands through his blond hair and leaning back on the comfy couch relishing the quietness of the house.

FarmbouBakugo!Who was surprised to hear the crackle of thunder outside his bedroom window as he dried off his hair with a towel after taking a long thoughtful shower. Who threw on some blue plaid pajama pants and walked downstairs shirtless, reluctantly putting the kettle on the stove and taking out some frozen chicken nuggets from the freezer, throwing them in the air fryer. Who muttered a silent “Fuck” when he saw your caller ID pop up on the screen of his phone.

FarmboyBakugo!Who answered your call with an immediate smile on his face. You greeted him with your usual flirty undertone.

“Do you have any plans for tonight?” You said at the other end of the line. Bakugo could almost hear the fervor in your voice and decided not to act on it. As it would come again later, as it usually did on nights like these.

“Unless they're with you? Then no.” He said roughly.

FarmboyBakugo! Who knew for sure you had probably rolled your eyes at that remark. Then again, he knew you relished the fact that he was so open with his insatiable longing towards you. You had known each other so long that it wouldn't make sense to hide it. He heard the shuffling at the other end of the line that sounded like the light thump of clothes hitting a bathroom counter and the flush of water coming out of the faucet. It wasn't until he heard unzipping and unbuckling that he knew what you were doing.

“I was wondering if you wanted to have another……movie night.” The pause you took before you said the last two words left Bakugo with the most horrifying smile on his face and the sound of his deep rough chuckle echoing through the kitchen. “Movie night huh?”

“If you're up for it.” You said.

“Always baby, always.”

FarmboyBakugo! Who upon getting off the phone with you, sat on his couch and hastily ate his air fryer nuggets and drank his tea. He thought about how dirty and raunchy it was when this…. routine…between the two of you started. It’s not like it had gotten less electrifying as time went on. If anything he yearned for it throughout the days that passed. How ferocious and cold-blooded he thought of himself to continue as if you were little to non-existent after each act. Telling himself that this was okay because this is how you wanted it. How you persisted that this would be the best for both of you. How it would satiate the twisting uncompromisable craving of

Each other.

FarmboyBakugo! Who went up to his bedroom and pulled his laptop out of his desk. Turning off all the lights and lighting a candle on the dresser. If it’s, one thing Bakugo wanted in his home it was ambience and peace. He settled into bed and waited for you.

FarmboyBakugo! Who answered your call and felt the lump in his throat form as soon as your camera on his laptop screen turned on. You were always unmerciful in the way you showed yourself to him. Always tantalizingly out of reach. Your doll eyes had that lewd look in them like they always did. The camera showed the top half of your body, just enough. A tight black lace tank top hugged you. Your boobs were pushed up to the moon by the blanket you were hugging to your chest. Your hair was down and cascading around your face in a flattering way.

“Bakugo…earth to bakugo” You said on the other side of the screen. Waving your hand around in the eye of the camera with an unwavering smile on your face.

“Sorry baby, what’s up?” Bakugo said positioning the laptop adjacent to him on the bed. He made sure you got a full view of his naked chest and a partial view of his crouch.

“I said which hunger games movie should we start on?” You said squinting at your computer. Bakugo could see your laptop screen as you scanned through the illegal movie streaming site.

FarmboyBakugo! Who just watched you in pure bewildered amazement. He wondered how long it would take this time. He wondered if it would even happen tonight, if the night would just consist of wholesome movie watching and witty banter…….

Well, that's definitely not how the night went.

Farmboybakugo! Who’s pre-cum was wasted on the sheets around him, the squelching wet sounds of him fisting his cock filled the room along with the rain pattering outside. Who’s blond hair was plasterd to his face with sweat as he watched you fuck yourself with your fingers, whimpering his name on the other side of the camera.

“C’mon baby, fuck yourself harder show me how badly you want this cock, yeah?”

His mouth parted in ecstasy as he watched you spread your legs wider for him. How the sight of your tits bouncing as you fuck yourselff with more pace went straight to his cock.

“It’s so hot when y-you talk to me like that” You moaned.

Farmboybakugo! Who with more praising, convinced you to pull put the dildo he had gotten for you. Who marveled at the way the veins of his dick pulsated as he watched your pretty pussy sink itself on to the dick that resembled his own. Who barely managed to mewl out another “Your such a good girl for daddy, Yeah?” as he watched you writhe with pleasure as you steadily bounced yourself.

As much as he wanted to be serious in a time like this. He couldn't help but chuckle at the reminder that the movie was still playing. How the movie wasnt even 30 minutes in before the flirty undertones became full on “What were you do to me if i were next to you” exchanges. His heart fluttered a little knowing that you were impatient for him too.

Farmboybakugo! Who almost died on the spot when he watched you maneuver yourself to where your back was facing the camera. Whose eyes zeroed in on the curvature of your ass, as if he hadn't seen it in this position many times before…and even closer at times if he might add.

“That’s all f’me right baby?” He said.

You turned around to lock eyes with him through the camera rolling your eyes and shrugging your shoulders with a smirk on your face. As if you were saying “What’s all for you?Who even are you again?”

Farmboybakugo! Who wanted to grasp that little neck of yours in his big hands and fuck you until you were tired of saying his name. Who yelled at your through the screen to start bouncing on that makeshift dick of his before he decided to stick his cock back into his pants.

Katsuki bakugo who sat there with you in the aftermath. Who after making you cum one last time watched as you cleaned yourself up and walked your naked body back into bed and stared back at him through the camera. Katsuki bakugo who would kill to be able to reach his hand through the screen and kiss your lips again, pinch your cheeks and whisper to you all the things that lingered in his heart at night.

Katsuki bakugo who’s favorite part about this routine were the conversations that seemed to last until the sun rose. As this one did and many others to come. As he watched you lull yourself to sleep, he started to make a mental note of all the loose ends he needed to tie before he came to you. It didn't matter if you weren't ready……as he would always be ready…for you.

#bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #cowboy bakugo #my hero academia #my hero academy fanfiction #smut #bakugo x y/n #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #country boy #fanfic #lemon #black reader #bnha x black!reader

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kajinovaa · 1 year

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yeehaw kawchawnnnnn

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha au #bnha au #mha cowboy au #bnha cowboy au #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki #bakugou #kacchan #dynamight #novart

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smashboxgirl26 · 2 years

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strawberry jam

cowboy(ish)! bakugou katsuki x fem! reader summary: This had to count as one of the worst days in your entire life — stuck on the side of the road in the hot sun in the middle of nowhere with your old, stupid, broken down car and no cell service. At least there was a super hot cowboy who stopped to help. contains: FLUFFF OMG JUST FLUFF AND LOVE word count: 11.6k (somebody sedate me pls) masterlist a/n: this is for the loml, @katxn15, for her birthday that was like, a month ago, BUT I FINALLY FINISHED OKAY IM SORRY IK I SUCK (but also, apologies to my followers, i still feel like this writing isn't my best work - but we're kicking writer's block's ass one day at a time) also, here's the strawberry jam recipe

This had to count as one of the worst days in your entire life — stuck on the side of the road in the hot sun in the middle of nowhere with your old, stupid, broken down car and no cell service.

You’d just been trying to drive back home from college for spring break, but no — the universe had decided that it was too much to ask for and decided to dump you here, on the side of the backroad (because, of course, you thought that using the backroad would be quicker to avoid the usual highway traffic; and now there were no cars passing by that could help you) in the middle of some random field on a hot spring day.

You finally gave up trying to call someone — your roommate, your parents, a friend from your hometown — after about twenty minutes, when you realized that the phone stopped ringing completely and a low battery notification popped up.

Fucking hell.

Under the hot sun of the afternoon and without the AC, the car had started to reach its boiling point, leaving it unbearable to be stuck inside even if it offered the smallest amount of shade from the blinding light above. Your water bottle was all finished now too, so you were sure if you didn’t get out, you’d die of heat stroke.

The air was sticky when you finally cracked open the driver’s door, and paired with the direct sunlight overhead you could already feel yourself turn sweaty and breathless in the heat, and yet you pushed yourself out with your phone still in hand and outstretched, trying to catch at least one minute of cell service.

For a minute you thought one bar popped up, but it was gone as soon as it came and you were left with nothing as you flung it back into the car and closed the door out of frustration.

The stupid, fucking car just had to break down in the worst place possible, out in the middle of nowhere where no one was driving by.

“Fuck!” You finally let out in frustration, grasping at your hair and pulling at it as the panic set in.

You’d been sitting in your car for about thirty minutes now, and no one had driven by in all that time.

What if you were just stuck there until you died of heatstroke — okay that was an exaggeration, but at this rate you might have to be stuck on the side of the road for hours, you might even have to sleep in your car until morning.

Your back hurt just thinking about it.

At the very least you’d be extremely dehydrated, you could already feel the energy getting sucked out of you from the sun in reverse photosynthesis — and now that you thought about it you kinda had to pee.

Scratch that, you really had to pee.

There were just miles of fields ahead and behind you, there was nowhere to go unless you wanted to just go at it right there in a bush, but there was no way you were attempting that.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” You paced around your car trying to will your bladder to stop bothering you, hoping — or praying, more like — that someone would pass by and that they could just take you to their little nearby house.

These fields had to belong to somebody, with the wheat, or whatever it was, that was being grown in bulk, there had to be someone living out there somewhere who had a bathroom that you could use.

And after what felt like an hour of waiting under the sun (though it was only about ten minutes), your prayers were finally answered when you spotted a red, old, beat-up looking pick up truck from across the distance, and the sight was enough to propel you to start waving your arms and jump around to catch their attention.

Maybe it was a nice, old farmer who was just heading to his house nearby who’d be kind enough to let you use their bathroom and phone and to help you with your car.

And that’s who you were expecting to step out when it slowed to a stop — a nice, old, friendly dude.

Except it wasn’t.

Instead, you were faced with a tall, young (your age, it looked like actually), attractive guy wearing worn-out cowboy boots, faded jeans, an orange plaid shirt, and a cowboy hat with blonde strands peeking out from underneath. And not only was he not old or a farmer, he was also scowling at you like it was your fault he’d decided to stop.

That was enough for your open mouth to snap closed in an instant, and instead of explaining your situation to him and thanking him for stopping like you were planning on doing, you stood there frozen with wide eyes, watching as he stomped towards you like he was about to yell at you for something.

You cringed away from his figure with your eyes squeezed shut in response to his expected lecture, only for them to pop open when he spoke in a soft, grumbled tone instead.

“Yer car’s broken?”

“Huh?” you blinked up at him like you’d just been squirted in the face with water.

He rolled his eyes before they rested back onto your face with that same scowl. “Is yer car broken?” he asked louder.

“Oh, yeah” you quickly turned away to point at it as you babbled dumbly. “I think it’s the engine. It’s really old so it kinda sucks now.”

“Lemme take a look,” he walked around you towards the hood of your car — and you just stood awestruck as your mind finally registered that he wasn’t about to attack you, and that he was instead looking down at the wires and stupid things in the hood of your car like any other normal, nice person would have.

Why’d he look so angry then? A super bad case of resting bitch face?

You trailed after him, watching from the sidelines as he fiddled around with stuff you didn’t understand, biting the inside of your cheek when he reached up to wipe away some sweat that was dripping down his face before he continued working.

You know, now that you thought about it, he was actually super good looking. Under the small shade from the hood of the car, you could carve out his features: red, piercing eyes, clear skin, a strong jawline.

Your roommate would be so jealous if she found out some super hot cowboy helped you with your car. It was straight out of a romance book actually. If only you hadn’t thrown your phone back in the car out of anger, you could’ve snuck a picture of him and sent it to her when you finally got cell service.

You could already imagine the look on her face if you were able to get a picture of this guy, all screwed up in anger and—

“Engine’s gone,” the cowboy’s voice came back, and you were back to being an idiot.

“What?” you blinked up at him.

“S’not fixable. Engine’s dead,” he responded as he shut the hood. “Yer gonna need a ride then?”

“Yeah, uh actually,” you rubbed the back of your neck that was definitely gonna be sunburned, “I kinda have to use the bathroom. Do you live nearby, or—”

“Town’s about thirty minutes away, n’ I live past that.”

“Shit,” you mumbled under your breath while turning away.

What the fuck were you supposed to do now?

“Jus’ go here,” he gestured to the blowing wheat field around you. “No one’s gonna find out.”

“Um, no,” you stopped him. “I’m not gonna do that.”

“Why? Yer too civilized for that shit?”

“I never said that—”

“Ya cityfolk have never had to piss outside before?” he challenged with a raised eyebrow.

You knew he was just trying to rile you up for some odd reason, trying to challenge you into doing something stupid and dumb just for the hell of it. And yet, and this sounded so idiotic, you felt like he was trying to guage something about you, to test some limit you had to see how far he could push you, and for some goddamn reason you were letting him push you past it.

Or maybe it was just because you had to pee really bad and were getting to the point where you really didn’t care anymore.

Either way your patience was running thin.

“I literally never said anything about any of that,” you huffed. “Stop putting words in my mouth. But fucking fine!” you raised your arms up in despair. “I’ll go piss somewhere out here. Happy now?”

The cowboy’s face twisted into surprise for a split second, but you watched it switch back into a frown as he stared boredly.

“Don’t take long. I’ve got places to be,” you could almost hear the chuckle in his voice — he really wasn’t as attractive now that he’d opened his mouth.

Mr. not-so-attractive-anymore cowboy didn’t even help you when you had to pull your overstuffed suitcase out of your trunk and stick it in the back of his pickup.

“A little help?” you’d looked at him with your hands on your hips after trying to hoist it onto the back of his pickup truck and failing.

“I’m the one doing you a favor,” was what he replied with before he just went and sat in the driver's seat — in response you stuck a middle finger out to his back.

It took a couple of tries, but you finally got it up and secured it — though you could feel the sweat that’d built up from you trying to lift your heavy, overpacked suitcase out in the sun and humidity.

Damn you really wanted to kick yourself in the head for being stunned by his looks when you first saw him, his personality was actual garbage.

“Took ya long enough,” he grumbled when you swung the passenger door open, and you scoffed and rolled your eyes, making sure to close the door harsher than it needed to be in response.

You almost expected him to get angry at you for it, but at that point you didn’t care because you finally had AC. It was a sigh of relief after being stuck outside in the sweltering, afternoon sun for almost an hour, and you let yourself lean against the headrest as you finally let yourself breathe something other than the humid air outside that made you feel like you were choking on your own lungs.

The cowboy didn’t say anything after his initial comment, and you both instead drove down the road in silence as you stared out the window, watching the blur of fields and green that passed, with only the sound of the AC blasting to keep you both company.

You found yourself staring at him from the side after a while, perhaps out of boredom; and though you berated yourself once more for being so attracted to him because of how good he looked despite his personality, you couldn’t not thank him for helping you out in a dire situation.

“Thank you,” you found it in yourself to utter it somewhere besides your mind, and you noticed the slight tinge of a smile on his lips and the way his eyes slid over to you for a second.

“What was that?”

“You heard me the first time,” you groaned, resting your head in the palm of your hands while your elbow leaned on the door handle.

That elicited a small chuckle from the cowboy, and somehow you found yourself smiling in return.

“What am I supposed to do with my car?” you took advantage of the more normal mood. “I can’t just leave it on the side of the road.”

“I know someone who can deal with that in town, s’not really a problem.”

“Is there cell service there?” you instantly shot up. “I really have to tell my parents about what happened since they were expecting me to be home in the evening.”

“There’s nothin’ really in town, to be honest — most people use landlines ‘round here,” he shrugged. “Where I live’s got service though, I can bring you there.”

“...Thank you..” you found yourself choking out again. It had to be his stupidly handsome face, there was nothing else that could explain it.

You noticed the small twitching smile on his lips again before it disappeared into his resting bitch face, but he wasn’t cocky about your thanks this time.

“S’not a big deal,” he grumbled back.

“I’m Y/N.” You decided to make the leap before the car settled back into the sound of blasting AC.

“Katsuki,” he replied without missing a beat.

At least now you knew Mr. Cowboy’s name.

“Town’s up ahead,” Katsuki spoke after a minute or so, pointing towards the small sign posted at the side of the road that read Welcome to Auburn Springs — and you watched the deserted-looking fields transform into roads and small buildings through the window as Katsuki began slowing down to adhere to the changed speed limit.

It looked straight out of those old western movies your dad was obsessed with for some reason — with small, cramped and shabby buildings lining the main road, though they all seemed to be out of use with either boarded up doors and windows or peeling signs that read CLOSED.

These used to be businesses, you quickly realized, from the couple of handpainted, faded logos that were still stuck to a couple of windows; but they all had to be shut down for some reason. Perhaps the buildings were too old?

“This is town?” you turned to Katsuki, confused. How did people get anything done?

“Old town,” he grumbled back. “Main street’s up ahead.”

You nodded before turning back out the window, taking note of Katsuki turning right at the edge of the street to where you were met with a lot of buildings with very obviously newer construction (though it was still quite old fashioned — but it wasn’t historic).

Smaller, obviously Mom and Pop shops, lined the street — you caught a motel, a café, and a small grocery store — following the curve of the road as it went into a roundabout at what you guessed was the center of town. A towering fountain stood in the middle of the small square, a young man standing proudly in the middle of it, watching over all the stores for their protection.

Katsuki pulled past the roundabout into a small parking lot behind one of the buildings on the side, and quickly gestured for you to get out.

“I’ll take ya to the tow shop first,” he guided you back towards the stores, and you got a better view of the small town center and the shops that lined it, the small boxes of flowers that were laid out on the sidewalk next to the streetlamps, the single stoplight at the end of the road with a blinking yellow light — you guessed a lot of people didn’t come by.

“Ya comin’?”

You hadn’t realized you’d stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to stare.

Your head snapped back to where Katsuki was standing. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry.”

He nodded slightly, gesturing to the shop behind him and for you to follow him in. When he opened the door to walk in, you half expected him to let the door fall closed behind him; you couldn’t really stop your eyes from widening when he held the door open for you, stunned in place until he glared at you and gestured for you to walk in.

You were immediately blasted with air again, coming from the large fan attached to the cracked ceiling, met with a small shop: an empty counter in the back, and a couple of comfy old armchairs chairs in the foreground with a round, wooden table in the middle.

“Ei!” Katsuki called out, and it startled you out of the calm silence that was present in the shop.

“One sec Katsuki I’m coming!” someone called out from somewhere in the back, maybe there was a hidden room back there.

Katsuki huffed before walking towards the counter while you followed behind him slowly and unsurely, guessing you were waiting for whoever Ei was.

“Sorry, Sorry I–” a tall, red-haired guy (who was also very attractive — was this where all the hot guys had gone?) appeared from some side door that you hadn’t noticed, pausing when he saw you standing there behind the counter as well. “...I was just eating lunch really quickly. I, uh, how can I help you ma’am?”

You opened your mouth to answer but Katsuki was already talking just as the words were forming in your head.

“Her car’s stuck on the side of the highway — the side road ya know? ‘Bout thirty minutes out of town — engine looked like it was busted.”

“Ei” stood there for a few seconds, blinking between you and Katsuki for what felt like hours before his eyes brightened and smiled at the both of you.

“That’s not a problem ma’am,” he nodded towards you. “I can grab it easily and bring it over to Sero’s across the street. He can fix it up for ya if it isn’t too messed up.”

“That would be a life saver, thank you,” you spoke before Katsuki could say anything. “How much do I owe you?”

Ei just let out a smile. “S’not a problem. Any friend of Katsuki’s is a friend of mine.”

“She’s not a friend,” you heard a pained grumble from beside you, and you rolled your eyes.

“No, I insist,” you pushed, turning back to Ei. “I can’t ask you to do something like that without paying you for it.”

Ei let out a small chuckle, with a look directed towards Katsuki that you couldn’t exactly make out, before replying. “Twen’y dollars is enough.”

You dug through the wallet that had been sitting in your back pocket, fishing out a fifty dollar bill instead and placing it on the counter.

Ei opened his mouth to ask about giving you change but you stopped him before he could speak.

“Keep it. You don’t have to charge me a heavily discounted price.”

A slow, toothy smile spread on his face once more, as he glanced back between both you and Katsuki before sliding the bill back over the counter to his side and tucking it to somewhere you couldn’t see it.

“I’ll let ya know tomorrow when I get the car over to Sero’s. Ya got a number that’s good to call?” he grabbed a notepad from his side of the counter and a pen, scribbling quickly as you rattled off your phone number.

“Great, I’ll give ya a call tomorrow ma’am,” he nodded his head slightly.

“Oh, you don’t need to call me that,” you stopped him. It felt weird being called something that made you feel so old. “Just Y/N’s fine.”

“Good to know,” he reached his hand out towards yours over the counter, eyes sliding over towards Katsuki in a way that you didn’t notice. “I’m Eijirou, Miss Y/N.”

You shook his hand with a smile — two super attractive dudes in one day? Your roommate was gonna be mad mad that she decided not to come back with you when you’d asked. “Nice to meet you Mr. Eijirou.”

“Likewise.”

Katsuki cleared his throat, and both you and Eijirou’s handshake broke apart in time for Katsuki to come close enough to grumble in your ear that you looked like you were going to pass out.

“Go get somethin’ from the café across the other side of the fountain,” he pointed out the window. “You’ll get heatstroke otherwise.”

You could barely get yourself to register how close he was standing next to you as he practically breathed down your neck with the smell of his woody, spicy aftershave swallowing you — so you nodded quickly, waved bye to both (and the cool air from the fan) before you pressed open the door and stepped out to shield them both from the view of your flushed face. You could practically feel the heat radiating off your cheeks as you power walked across the sidewalk, trying not to think about what’d just happened in less than a minute.

“Who was she?” Eijirou gave a cheeky smile as he leaned forward on the counter once the door closed behind you. “Ya finally got yourself a girl, man?”

“No one you fuckass,” Katsuki rolled his eyes as he sneered.

“She didn’t look like no one,” Kirishima’s smile widened.

“Jus’ found her on the side of the road and she needed help. Nothin’ more than that.”

“Yeah right Katsuki,” he let out a chuckle. “Yer not known to be the most helpful out there.”

“What’s that supposed t’mean?”

“I’ve known you since we were kids, ‘kay? Yer not exactly known to hold open doors for girls,” Eijirou rose his eyebrows in a smug look. “And I can’t blame ya. She’s pretty.”

“Whatever,” Katsuki crossed his arms over his chest as he turned away.

“Would’ya mind if I asked her out then?” Eijirou hit him with the ultimatum, a growing smirk on his face as he watched Katsuki’s shoulders tense in anger. “I already got her number too, I could ask her tomorrow when I call ‘bout her car. Maybe we could go down to the bar and get a couple drinks, I’ll invite her back—”

“Fine, ya little shit.” Katsuki whirled back around with a scowl imprinted into his features. That’s the reaction he was looking for. “She’s pretty or whatever, ‘kay? I just stopped ‘cause I saw her jumpin’ on the side of the road like a lunatic. But that doesn’t mean anythin’. I don’t like her or nothin’.”

“I never said anything about likin’ her,” Eijirou chuckled. “S’not a bad thing, man. It’s good that yer letting yerself out a lil’. And she seems like a nice person to do that with.”

“Gimme that fifty back,” Katsuki opened his palm over the counter. “Put it on my tab instead.”

Eijirou stuck it in his palm without hesitation, a small, knowing smirk resting over his face as he watched Katsuki stick into his back pocket.

Katsuki liked you.

As it turned out, Katsuki had gone to the city for a farmer’s market (as he did every Sunday and Tuesday), which meant he had to go to that little grocery store you’d noticed to sell off the couple extra crates of fruit he had sitting in the back of the truck. Even though you tried to tell him that you could help him carry at least one as thanks for giving you a ride, he told you that your “noodle arms” weren’t gonna be of any help to him, and carried all of them across the street while telling you to stay by the pickup truck with your iced tea.

It was winding down towards the evening, you realized, as you watched the wispy clouds overhead take their slow strides across the blue sky; the sun was definitely leaning towards the western hemisphere of the sky now, towards a string of mountains that laid in the distance.

Out of plain curiosity, you slipped your phone out of your pocket to see if there was any cell service available. Even a little bit would’ve been fine at that point, you just had to tell your parents what happened and that your trip was probably canceled.

But, as Katsuki had said, there was nothing, not even a single bar, and you only had about five percent of battery left. Great.

You shoved it back into your pocket without another thought, sipping from your iced tea while shielding your eyes from the sun.

“If ya drink like that yer gonna have to piss again.”

Mr. Cowboy Katsuki was back.

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes and flipped him off before walking towards the passenger’s side.

He only barked out a laugh that startled you, leaving him in a lopsided smile that you couldn’t exactly understand — but you were both on the road before you knew it, passing by a couple of different farms that he pointed out because you couldn’t tell the difference between wheat and barley.

It wasn’t long until he pointed out that they’d passed his property line, and you watched the wheat fields turn into corn as Katsuki turned into a smaller, winding road up to a large house you could see from the distance.

“That’s the main house,” Katsuki knew to explain from your curious stare. “I don’t live there. It’s where my boss lives.”

“Oh. What’s your job then?”

“I’m a ranch hand, I help out with stuff ‘round the property. Takin’ of horses and cows n’ shit.”

Well that explained the cowboy outfit.

“I thought you said you were taking me to where you lived.”

“I do live here. I don’t live there, though,” he gestured towards the house specifically. “There’re smaller cabins scattered around the property — two others live on site too.”

“Ranch hands, you mean?”

He grumbled in agreement, and you nodded as you watched the house grow larger and larger until he’d parked the truck right in the middle of the driveway.

You followed him out of the car as he marched straight into the house as if he owned the place, taking hesitant steps until you closed the front door behind you to observe the cozy space that’d been made; a beautiful stone fireplace was what you noticed when you first walked in, as well as the two tufted, brown leather couches with, what looked like, a hand-quilted blanket tossed over the side, and a wooden coffee table in the center to complete the living room.

It made you want to curl up with a book and a cup of coffee just from the sight of it, but you were in some random person’s house you had to remind yourself as you followed where you saw Katsuki disappear to the kitchen (which was small, quaint — with a pretty bowl of fruit on the counter and a dark stained dining table already set with four places of silverware) and the back door where you could see him standing through the window talking to someone.

You quickly made your way outside, where Katsuki was talking to an older man with a large crate in his hands; he was thinned and tall, with blonde hair that stuck out from under the straw hat he was wearing and bright, cheerful blue eyes — with a small smile peeking from his lips when he noticed that you were standing there.

What did Katsuki say to him?

“Sorry to hear about yer car,” he approached you, a gentle tone in his voice. “I do hope it can be fixed tomorrow so you can go home. In the meantime, why don’t you stay in the guest bedroom upstairs?”

“Are you sure?” you blinked. You hadn’t even said anything to the dude and he was already offering to let you stay the night? “I don’t want to be any trouble, I mean there was a motel in town I could just stay–”

“Ya can’t even drive there by yerself,” Bakugou interrupted. “And I’m sure as hell not driving ya there.”

“It would be no trouble,” the man said as he walked up onto the porch. “I have more than enough food ready and the guest room’s always prepared.”

“Uh, then yes. Thank you, Mr…”

“Toshinori,” he nodded as he passed you to step inside. “Just Toshinori, no need for honorifics.”

“Thank you, Toshinori.”

“Of course. Katsuki, get ‘er suitcase outta the trunk, will ya? And show her where the guest bedroom is,” Toshinori said before disappearing into the kitchen, and you inwardly smirked when Katsuki grumbled under his breath about having to lug your heavy suitcase up the stairs yet showed you back through the house and up the stairs without saying anything to Toshinori.

He just pointed towards the room from across the hall, told you the bathroom was right across from it, and trudged back down the stairs with his heavy boot fall to go get your suitcase.

You wandered into the room, taking in the simple wooden bed frame and linen sheets, the matching dresser and nightstand set as well as the lacy curtains that were tied to the edges of the window to let the sun in.

It was pretty and pleasing and simple, and you sat down on the bed without thinking about it to grab your phone from its spot in your back pocket, only to be greeted by a (what seemed like) a thousand notifications from your parents and your roommate — which meant you’d finally gotten some cell service.

You called your mom first, of course — she would’ve killed you if you hadn’t — and she was almost crying when you told her that you were okay and that the car had just decided to be a piece of shit and break down in the worst place possible. She seemed hesitant to hang up once you’d finished, but she ran out of things to tell you about and finally had to let you go after about two minutes.

Your roommate though, you savored that conversation.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she screamed. “You just happen to be stuck where all the hot people are and you can’t even send me a picture of one of them?”

“It was only like, two hot guys but whatever.”

“Okay, okay, okay — what about the cowboy though? You said he was an asshole but he was hella good looking. Like how good looking, describe him.”

“Um, well he’s blonde, and tall,” you bit the inside of your cheek. “Super attractive. Probably toned too, I mean he does work on a farm all day, I’m sure he does a lot of heavy lifting.”

“Anything else?” she pressed. “Give me specifics here.”

“His eyes are red, like a really pretty, vibrant red — kinda like a strawberry, sorta. And he’s always kinda frowning. That’s why I was scared of him when I first saw him! I thought he was gonna come and yell at me, I swear–”

You were interrupted by knocking, where you whirled around to find Katsuki standing at your open door with your suitcase, his (what you guessed, at this point you only knew him for like, two hours) usual frown on his face but with a new look you hadn’t seen in his eyes.

Shit. He fucking heard me, right?

“Dinner’s in twen’y,” was all he said before he left — and you let out a sigh of relief in return at the lack of reaction.

By the time you’d washed your face and gotten downstairs, the table had already been joined by two other guys, who, you guessed, were the other ranch hands Katsuki was talking about earlier, along with an additional place setting at the end of the table. One of the guys was covered in freckles and had green hair, and the other had dual-colored red and white hair. Izuku, who you learned was the green-haired guy, asked you a million questions about college: what you majored in, what it was like living in the city, how it was to attend classes everyday — everything he could probably think about; in the meantime Shoto, Mr. red and white hair, sat quietly and nodded along to whatever Izuku said.

Surprisingly, Katsuki did the same as Shoto did, with the occasional grunt to something or a one-word answer when Toshinori told him about something that had to be done the next day, and it was surprising to see him act un-snarky compared to how he’d been earlier; you kinda wanted to kick him under the table just to see what he would do in response, but you didn’t want to be rude, especially not when his boss was nice enough to let you stay the night without even meeting you — for all he knew, you might rob the place and sneak away when no one was awake.

And honestly, it was nice to sit down and eat at a dinner table, it felt like you were at home when you were in highschool, where your mom did that thing where she made everyone go around the table and talk about one thing interesting they learned that day; it was so different from the nights you’d spent cooped up in the quiet library with a simple sandwich so you could get through your essay in time.

You were quick to offer help in cleaning up (since you’d been upstairs pacing around your room trying to convince yourself that Katsuki, in fact, hadn’t heard what you’d said about him and the weird glint in his eye was made up in your mind) since you’d been upstairs when they were setting the table, stacking all the plates silverware and bringing them over to the sink where Katsuki was already washing his.

“Just put ‘em down, I’ll do ‘em,” he pointed to the counter space next to the sink.

“I can help though,” you crossed your arms over your chest. He hadn’t even let you carry one crate when you were in town — he had to at least let you help here.

“Clean up the lefto’ers,” he rolled his eyes before going back to scrubbing a plate. “There’s smaller containers in that cabinet next to the fridge. Put ‘em in there and bring me the bigger dishes.”

“Aye Aye Captain.”

You heard him grumble under his breath and you laughed as you stuffed leftover carrots into a smaller tupperware container.

It was kinda funny, actually, how your perception of him had changed in the past couple hours: you’d gone from being scared of him, to thinking he was attractive, then finding out he was an asshole, and now you were stuck in this weird limbo of being friendly and awkward with him.

“Do you have a phone charger I could borrow?” you asked as you placed the larger dishes next to the sink. “My phone is about to die and I forgot to bring one.”

“No.”

“I won’t lose it or break it if that's what you’re thinking,” you stood next to him as finished up the dishes.

“Can’t,” was all he said as he used a towel to dry his hands.

“Why not?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t have one.”

That made you pause for a second, stuck in place as you watched him shuffle to the other side of the kitchen to do something.

“What do you mean you don’t have one?”

“I don’t have one,” he shrugged.

“What do you use to charge your phone then?”

“I have one but it won’t work on yers.”

“Why? What phone do you have?”

And damn, were you shocked when he pulled an old flip phone out of his back pocket to show you.

“Are you serious?” you blinked between him and the phone in his hand, watching as the scowl on his face deepened — and that was about all you could take before you burst into laughter. “How do you do anything on it? Can you even text on it or what?”

“Oh shaddup,” he grumbled as he shoved it into his back pocket, watching as you could barely hold yourself up as you laughed about him being a grandpa and the phone being from the 1990s.

The both of you’d actually forgotten that everyone else was still in the kitchen with you — until Midoriya told you that he had a phone charger you could borrow, leaving you and Katsuki standing there and staring at the rest of the kitchen with wide eyes until you could finally muster out a “yes” and a “thank you”.

Waking up the next morning without the sound of your phone alarm screaming at you to get up so you could lug yourself to class was refreshing, to say the least. It was almost strange to wake up naturally, to the sunlight streaming in through the window and the view of the green fields outside.

It was probably the most relaxed you’d felt in a while.

In fact you were so relaxed, that you stumbled down the stairs after just crawling out of bed in need of some coffee since you remembered that you’d noticed one when you were in the kitchen yesterday. It was already late morning, so you expected that everyone else would be out doing whatever their jobs were anyways, it wouldn’t matter what you looked like.

The wooden floors creaked underfoot as you stepped into the kitchen, beelining straight to the coffee pot that sat on the counter next to the fridge — a smile perking up when you realized there was already coffee in it, and it was still a good temperature.

But you almost spilled coffee all over yourself when someone cleared their throat, and you whirled around to find Katsuki sitting at the kitchen table with a mug in hand; a stupid smirk climbing up his face as he realized he’d scared you.

“Did sleeping beauty finally wake up?” he sipped his coffee, looking up at you through his eyebrows.

You only rolled your eyes as you took a sip from your own mug, though you pulled away after a second because it was way too bitter.

“Do you guys have any creamer or something?”

“Fridge,” he grumbled — eyes following as you opened it and grabbed a small glass container, pouring it into your coffee and putting it back before stirring it with a spoon and coming to sit at the table.

“What time do you wake up?” you asked after a moment. “I’m guessing you didn’t just get up and come here to grab coffee.”

“Around six,” he shrugged. “We try to do more work in the mornings so it’s not too hot.”

You just nodded as you went back to sipping on your coffee, watching from the windows as the fields swayed in response to the wind. Life seemed to move so much slower out here, which was so strange compared to the busy lifestyle you were used to.

And what felt even stranger was Katsuki sitting next to you, sipping on his coffee, without a care in the world — strangely domestic, even. You could find yourself imagining your future like this, in a small little kitchen being served pancakes and coffee as you stared out to the pretty, lush fields outside.

But, why were you thinking about this with Katsuki?

You turned to look at him discreetly, watching his throat move slowly as he sipped on his coffee, the steam still rising from the cup.

How was he able to drink it when it was so hot? Was he secretly burning his tongue and keeping quiet about it?

“Ei–Eijirou call you yet?” Katsuki (speak of the devil) asked suddenly, his voice harder and colder, a contrast to what it had been when he’d first called you out for sleeping in.

“I don’t think so,” you shrugged, sitting up straighter. “I haven’t checked my phone yet. But I’m pretty sure his phone call would’ve woken me up.”

“Let me know what happens,” he said as he pushed himself up from the table. “I can drive ya into town if it gets fixed.”

“I will,” was all you could say before he was already out on the porch, back door slamming behind him as you were left staring at the rest of the empty kitchen.

The sudden change in his behavior threw you off, leaving you with whiplash as you took another small sip of your coffee. You thought the both of you would continue being as friendly as you had been yesterday — if “friendly” could be defined as trying to get a rise out of the other, but to you it meant the same.

What’d happened in the few minutes that neither of you were talking?

You could only let out a sigh, pushing yourself up from the table to wash your mug in the sink with a small, unnoticed frown settling over your lips. And it, once more, led you towards the question: why were you thinking about Katsuki?

And you could try to justify it by saying it was because he was the only person you’d really talked to in the entire town — maybe the only person you really got to know (in a small way). Maybe it was just because he was attractive, and there was some sort of pull that always seemed to lead to wherever he was — you really weren’t sure.

Omygodddd…. I’m getting hung up over a guy I’ve barely met.

And with that, you headed upstairs to take a shower and clear your head.

You were, once again, reminded by the circumstances of your trip when you opened your suitcase to only find it stuffed with winter clothes — a byproduct of you still having a majority of your wardrobe stuck in your room at your parents house. You’d been planning on switching out your winter wardrobe with the summer clothes from home over your week spent there, since the sweaters and puffy jackets took up too much space for anything else to fit in your small, shared dorm closet.

The only thing that seemed to be appropriate for the weather outside was an oversized university t-shirt that you’d gotten at the beginning of the year that you’d promptly forgotten about, only found a couple days ago when you packed your whole wardrobe away — and a pair of jeans.

The shirt seemed to swallow you though, since the university had just given out large sizes for everyone (maybe because they expected everyone was gonna be a giant football player for some reason), so you tied it up into a somewhat crop top just so you wouldn’t drown in the cheap cotton.

If you weren’t able to go home this week and switch out your clothes, you might find yourself dying in the heat when you went back for classes next week. At least then you’d have an excuse to tell your parents to buy clothes instead of school supplies.

As you went through your suitcase to see if there was anything you could wear in hotter weather (maybe something had just slipped in), your phone started ringing.

You only assumed it was your mom, asking what an update was on the situation with your car, and answered it without looking at the screen.

When “Hey, it’s Eijirou,” came out instead of Hi honey, you had to pause just to register what was going on.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Eijirou,” you finally answered, sitting down on your bed. “Sorry, I’m going through my suitcase.”

“Nah yer all good. I wanted to tell you I brought yer car to Sero’s already. He said the engine looks real old. He’s gonna try and fix it, but he said there’s no promises. I’ll call ya later in the evening once he’s finished.”

“Damn, that was fast.”

“Yeah, well there’s not exactly a lotta business ‘round here. Only luck we have is if someone’s drivin’ and their car breaks down — like what happened with you.” You heard him chuckle from the other end of the phone before it settled into silence for a second or so. “How’s Katsuki treating ya?”

The topic startled you. Was he reading your mind or what? And, what exactly were you supposed to say when you knew they were probably friends of some sort? Katsuki called him Ei.

“Um, fine?” you sounded like you were unsure, which wasn’t what you were going for since you were just confused as to where it came from.

“Lemme know if he’s being an asshole — I’ll whack him upside the head for ya. He doesn’t exactly have a lotta experience being open with others.”

WHERE IS ALL THIS COMING FROM??

“I’ll, uh — I’ll keep that in mind,” you responded just as unsure, which was then met with an awkward silence that he finally ended with an “I’ll call ya later about the car” and a goodbye.

You hung up the phone feeling more confused about what was going on with Katsuki than you’d started, and just decided to ignore all of it to head downstairs and tell him about the situation with your car — he did say to tell him what happened when you got the call from Eijirou.

No one was in the kitchen when you stepped out to the back porch, making sure to close the door behind you. It was the first time you’d seen the rest of the farm in its openness, and not through a window.

A vegetable garden was what first caught your eyes, sitting in a small fenced area just next to the porch with neat little rows and small wooden signs labeling each crop. A faded red barn sat just a couple hundred feet past that, with a couple of windows you could see horses through as you walked past a separate patch of strawberries.

You spotted one of the cabins that Katsuki had been talking about earlier towards the left of it all: a neat little wood cabin with a small, clean porch, a welcome mat, and a rocking chair out front.

You found Katsuki standing at the side of the barn with a hose and a bucket, washing a foal who looked like they’d rather do anything than be there at that moment.

He didn’t say anything when he noticed you’d approached him, evidenced by the double take he’d given your figure before he went back to brushing the wriggling horse to make sure the soap cleansed them thoroughly.

“Eijirou called about the car.”

He didn’t look up as he responded. “And?”

“He said that Sero said the engine looked pretty old, so it might not be able to get fixed. But he’ll call later in the evening to let me know for sure.”

You heard him hum before he doused the foal with hose water.

“I’m not really sure what to do now,” you continued, leaning against the wall. “If the car isn’t fixable does that mean I’m stuck? I don’t wanna ask my parents to come out all the way here just to get me.”

“I’ve gotta go to the farmers market in the city again tomorrow,” Katsuki grumbled as he towel-dried the foal (who snuggled into his warmth). “I can jus’ take ya with me.”

“Are you sure?” you pressed. “I don’t want to be a burden and–”

“Stop talkin’ shit,” he rolled his eyes as he scooped the foal up and walked back into the barn with you following. “M’already going there — S’not a burden if I’m already headed there anyways. Jus’ lemme know what happens later and we’ll see.”

“Thank you,” you sighed, watching him place the foal back into the stable with its mother, where it rushed straight to nurse from her. “What’s their name?” you turned to Katsuki.

“The foal? Her name’s Lavender.”

“That’s pretty,” you hummed.

“Thought it was fitting for a spring baby,” he shrugged, rearranging some of the tack equipment to their proper places on the opposing wall.

You walked over to another horse, a pretty brown mare who had her head sticking out of her stall, trying to gauge your attention.

“You named them?”

“Some of ‘em, yeah,” he gestured to the pretty girl who was now nuzzling your hand to encourage you to keep running your fingers across her face. “She’s Iris.”

“I used to love naming horses,” you gave your full attention to the creature in front of you, scratching the sides of her ears as she bent down. You could feel Katsuki’s stare from the back of your head.

“My grandparents had horses,” you continued. “They lived not too far from the town I live in, so we’d try and visit them in the summer. They used to let me name the summer babies when we visited — one of them was Baby. She was a baby horse so I only thought it was proper to name her Baby. I was three, I think,” you chuckled. “Another one was Strawberry — because I had an obsession with strawberries when I was six.”

When you looked back at Katsuki, he was leaning against the opposing wall, staring at you — more like observing you, actually; like you were some animal in your natural habitat on some nature documentary.

“The first horse I ever named was this black mare when I was ten,” he spoke, hands dug into his sides with his arms crossed over his chest. “Called her Cherry.”

“That sounds like a hooker’s name,” you raised an eyebrow, watching as the soft expression he wore turned into a playful sneer.

“Hah? As if Baby and Strawberry aren’t hooker names.”

“Well, I mean, they could be,” you rolled your eyes. “But I feel like they’re not as obvious as Cherry.”

“Whatever,” he bit back, pushing himself off the wall. “Still a better name than Baby.”

“I was three!”

“Whatever you say,” you heard him chuckle as he strode out, hands shoved into his pocket with a cocky stance. “Now are ya gonna help me, or are ya just gonna stand around and stare?”

“Help you with what, exactly?” It was your turn to cross your arms over your chest with an eyebrow raised. “I thought I was too weak to help.”

“This is different.”

“What is it?”

“Strawberries.”

“...Strawberries?”

He didn’t answer you as he charged straight out of the barn, his stupid cowboy boots leaving you in the dust as you were forced to follow behind him without an answer.

Katsuki led you past the vegetable garden you saw earlier to the small patch of strawberries you’d noticed, though you didn’t get what he meant by saying he needed “help” with them. Picking them?

The cabin you’d noticed earlier lay nearby as well, under the cool shade of the grove of trees outlining the main house — and you stood, watching as Katsuki ran up the small steps of the porch to grab two baskets, before coming back to hand you one.

“That cabin’s yours?” you squinted in the sun, almost jealous that you weren’t wearing some bigass cowboy hat that would protect your eyes.

“Yeah,” he grunted. “Strawberries are mine too,” he gestured towards the small, fenced area. “I grew ‘em myself for the market.”

“Really? That’s so cool,” you followed him, stepping over the fence. “So you sell them for yourself then?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “The old man said he doesn’t really care what we do since we’ve already helped him for so long.”

“Do you just sell them as plain strawberries — or do you make stuff out of them?”

“Jus’ jam, usually,” he grunted, leaning down as he began picking the fruits off the bushes and tossing them into his basket. “Don’t really get enough time to do much else.”

You hummed, leaning down at another bush as you plucked off a couple strawberries and placed them into the basket held in the crook of your elbow. They were so vibrantly red, like the color of expensive lipstick your roommate liked to wear out to a bar (under the guise that it’d attract rich, hot dudes) — like the color of Katsuki’s eyes, just as you’d noticed the night before.

You kind of wanted to eat all of them, though you weren’t sure that Katsuki would be happy about you gobbling down all of his strawberries. He’d probably tear you a new one. But, maybe a taste wouldn’t hurt.

You plucked a small one, as ripe and red as some of the larger ones you’d picked, just so it would be more discreet — a small smile creeping up when you saw that Katsuki was busy doing what he was doing; you were about to pop it into your mouth when you noticed a beetle making it’s journey through the leaves of the bush before it crawled into one of the branches and disappeared into the plant, and immediately decided against trying any of them before they were washed.

It wasn’t too long til your basket was filled to the brim, threatening to overflow from the way they were piled on top of each other; it was heavy enough that it required two hands to hold it.

Katsuki was just about finished too, finally standing up to his full height and wiping away the sweat that’d dripped down his forehead with the back of his forearm before his eyes settled on you. A small, sly smirk had made its way up to his lips, though you couldn’t understand why he was looking at you like that.

“What’s the look for?” you raised an eyebrow.

“You need both hands to hold the basket?” he snorted.

You wrinkled your nose as soon as you realized he was carrying his own with a single sturdy hand — almost making the stupid basket look as light as air, even though you knew how heavy it was since it was just as filled (if not more) as yours was.

“Well sorry Mr. I work on a farm and basically lift weights for a living, that I need two hands to hold the basket so I don’t fall on my ass,” you huffed, rolling your eyes when he let out his bark of a laugh.

“Jus’ gimme that,” he walked towards you, holding his other hand out.

“No. I can carry it on my own.” Even though my shoulders are killing me. But feminism!

“It looks like yer arms are about to pop off,” he took another step closer. “Give it.”

“Nope,” you answered, making sure to pop the p while rolling your feet back and forth between your toes and heels.

“Give me the basket, shitty woman.”

“You said I should be helping you,” you emphasized. “This is me helping you.”

“You can help me — by giving me the basket.”

“How is that helping you?”

“Ya can’t exactly do anything else if yer arms fall off,” he rolled his eyes, ignoring the offended look you gave him. “B’sides, I want ya to go grab the jars for me.”

His hand comes to grab the handle you’re gripping tightly, fingers accidentally brushing against yours as the smell of aftershave hits your nose, just as it had yesterday from how close you’re standing — it makes your stomach flutter from how warm and rough his hands are, just from that little glimpse you catch of him, and you almost drop the basket in the process.

“Wh-Where are they?” you don’t break the eye contact that’s connected you, his hand still over yours.

“M’house,” he rasps — and you swallow, thickly, letting the weight of the basket shift from your hands to his before he continues. “They’re on the counter.”

You nod slightly, finally breaking the heat of his stare and his fingers when you fully let go of the basket and turn to the small cabin, thankful for the cool shade of the trees when you step up the porch from how hot your face has become, like you’d gotten a sunburn.

The little welcome mat invites you in as you push open his front door; and though it feels strange walking into someone’s house like that, you don’t want to look back at Katsuki and give him the opportunity to notice your flushed face.

You settle on not being nosy as you make your way into his kitchen after wiping your shoes on the welcome mat, just taking note of his decor’s simplicity and the cleanliness of the small cabin. There was a cardboard box filled with jars sitting on the counter, just as he said there would be — which you grabbed easily before making your way outside.

Katsuki was still standing where he had been, feet rooted in the same position under the sun with flushed cheeks under his cowboy hat — an unreadable expression on his face before he turned and began trudging towards the house with you by his side. There was nothing besides the crunch of dirt underfoot and the birds you could hear from the trees. Your shoulders occasionally bumped due to your unfamiliarity with the uneven ground, but he never said anything — so you left it.

The kitchen was quiet too, when you both walked in, with only the sound of the fan whirring from the living room ceiling while you looked up to Katsuki, wondering what’d happened again.

Every time there was a moment between you, it disappeared to reveal Katsuki being harsher than he had been previously — and it was always in a matter of seconds. Sure, he hadn’t been welcoming when you met him, but he was still willing to stop at the side of the road to help a complete stranger; that could tell you enough about his character.

You watched from the kitchen table as he washed the strawberries in a large plastic bowl in the sink, rinsing them out a couple of times before he placed them between your seat at the table and the one next to you. As he turned away to get whatever else he needed, you stole a strawberry — popping it into your mouth, eyes widening from how good it was.

After plucking the stem off another, a firm hand stopped you from taking a bite out of it; and Katsuki gave you a sneer after stealing it and taking a bite while he sat in the seat next to you.

“Cut ‘em small,” he pushed a knife and a cutting board your way.

“What’re you doing then?” you raised your eyebrows, watching as he finished off the rest of the strawberry he’d stolen.

“Making sure ya do it correctly,” he leaned back in his chair.

“That’s not fair.”

“It is if yer a thief.”

“It was one.”

“I saw you take the first one,” he smirked, leaving you to roll your eyes before pulling the bowl closer and getting to work.

He hovered over you for the first five you did, commenting that you were cutting the strawberry cubes too big or too small (though you weren’t sure it mattered if they were ‘too’ small — didn’t you want it as small as possible for jam?). But when he finally approved of the size of the pieces, you built up a pace for yourself — slicing them long twice before cutting them three (or four, depending on the size of the strawberry) ways across — tossing them into a different bowl Katsuki’d provided when the cutting board became too full.

It didn’t take as long as you would have expected, your fingers stained red and ready to prune when you finished, before looking up to find Katsuki’s nodding head bobbing alongside you.

“Not too bad for a newbie,” he smirked, standing up and grabbing sugar.

After adding the amount he deemed necessary, he showed you how he got it ready to cook by mixing the sugar and strawberries with a spatula until the mixture was soupy and liquidy. He transferred it to a pot on the stove, still stirring it with the same spatula as he explained what to do.

“If it starts sticking, ya need to take it off and lower the heat,” was one of the pieces of advice he gave (the only one you retained) — but all you could do was watch the top of his cowboy hat bob up and down from your spot on the countertop, kicking your legs slightly as you watched him go through the motions of making strawberry jam.

It continued on for twenty minutes, of him explaining small things that you weren’t really listening to as he continued to stir it; until you watched the foam bubble down to reveal a shiny jam, darker than the color of the original strawberries.

“Put the kettle on,” he ordered, and you kicked your legs out as you pushed yourself off the counter.

You wandered to the other side of the kitchen to do as he asked, watching as he turned the gas off and let the pot start cooling down while stirring.

“What’s the water for?”

“So the jars don’t break,” he looked up. “The glass shatters if the temperature difference is too high.”

He had you pour the water into the jars to warm them up before he came to the table and started filling them up with a ladle stolen from a kitchen drawer, handing them to you to seal and cap them.

The process was quiet and concentrated, as you both went through the motions of filling up each jar and sealing them, until you were finished and left with about thirty jars.

It was when you finished that you realized how close you were sitting next to each other, shoulders almost touching, your pinky fingers basically intertwined; you could practically feel the heat radiating off of him. And when you turned to look at him, you noticed how close your faces were to each other — how you you could practically feel his breath fanning your face when he did the same, how his eyes seemed to roam your face the same way yours were doing to his — and how it felt like you were getting closer; an invisible string was drawing you together, bringing you both closer and closer as you stared at his lips.

“Oh — jam?”

All it took was an instant for the both of you to break eye contact, turning to stare at the back door. Shoto had stepped in, completely disregarding the both of you as he walked forward and picked up a jar. You barely realized when Katsuki’s expression had turned into a sneer and he’d stood up from the table without missing a beat.

“Beat it half n’ half.”

“But, it’s lunch,” Shoto stared at him blankly.

And just like that, it was like nothing had happened. Again.

Lunch consisted of peanut butter and jam sandwiches (because Katsuki had argued that you couldn’t refer to his jam as jelly — even though they were basically the same thing), and earned you the nickname “strawberry shortcake” when you dropped jam on your shirt.

(“Didn’t ya say you were obsessed with strawberries?” Katsuki smirked when you asked him where it came from.)

Eijirou called after lunch to let you know that the car wasn’t able to be fixed and that Sero wanted to buy it so he could use some of the parts. The news wasn’t that surprising, since your parents had bought it second hand as soon as you got your driver's license when you turned sixteen and that you were now a rising senior in college; and after a quick phone call to your parents to let them know about the situation, they agreed the best thing to do would be selling it so you could buy a new car.

You didn’t even notice when the sun began hanging low in the sky — and the afternoon turned to evening.

It was during dinner that you realized that you probably wouldn’t get a chance to see anyone ever again. Even if you hadn’t spent time with Shoto or Izuku — it was easy to see how nice and welcoming they were. It led to the four of you (Katsuki tagged along too) laying outside beside a small campfire and drinking beer, trading stories as if you’d known each other your entire life.

It was fun to learn about their lives in a small town: how everyone had practically known each other by the time they were five and all the shenanigans they would get up to. They told you about their other friends, the ones who’d moved away for bigger opportunities in bigger cities — and you noticed the way Katsuki’s face seemed to fall when the topic was brought up, even though he hid it by sipping on his beer quietly.

Both Shoto and Izuku eventually waved their goodbyes when they got up to go to bed, in the case that they wouldn’t be able to see in the morning if they were too busy, leaving you and Katsuki to quietly sip beer by the flames in comfortable silence.

“It’s weird to think that I won’t see you again,” you murmured after a while. The couple of beers you drank seemed to loosen the restraint your mind was holding on your mouth, and you stared up at the sky after a moment when he didn’t answer. “I won’t get the chance to be here again.”

Katsuki hummed in response, watching as you began tracing out constellations with your finger, muttering the names to yourself in the exact stupid way Deku used to. But, he wasn’t annoyed when you did it.

“Can I ask you something?” you turned to him suddenly, watching as he put his beer down.

“Shoot.”

“Why was your mood changing all day?”

“What d’you mean?” he blinked.

“Like, it felt like we were close at times — but then you’d seem angry again,” you looked back up at the sky and sighed before trailing off. “I just, I thought…”

“I heard you yest’rday.”

You snapped back to where Katsuki was staring at the ground.

“No one’s compared my eyes to strawberries before,” he commented. “Usually it’s rubies n’ other shit.”

“You heard?”

“M’pretty sure everyone heard shortcake,” he chuckled. “You were fuckin’ yappin’ at the top of yer lungs.”

“I was not!” you huffed. You could feel your face burning up as you huffed and turned away.

It remained silent for another minute or two before Katsuki spoke again.

“Back in highschool, I was with someone,” he started. “And I thought we were gonna stay like that — that she was gonna go away for college and come back so we could get married. I proposed to her, and she said no and left.” He looked back up and you watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed thickly. “You– uh, I guess you reminded me of her a little.”

You could only blink in response to his confession, watching the light from the fire dance off his face as he stared almost wistfully off into the distance.

“I do think, that uh, yer…pretty, or whatever,” he coughed out. “But, it’s not permanent. Yer gonna go back tomorrow and eventually forget.”

It was silent again, the sound of the crackling fire remnant of his car’s old air conditioning.

“You don’t know that,” you finally spoke hesitantly, scooting across the log to where he was sitting.

He looked up at those words, his eyes scanning your face, your expressions, the way you’d placed yourself so easily next to him.

“And even if I don’t stay here, it’s not like there’s no way to contact you — or even see you again. You live a couple hours from me, and you come to farmer’s markets there,” you paused, gathering your thoughts before you looked back up at him and the soft look on his face. “Katsuki… whatever she did — I’m not her.”

Maybe the beer had a larger effect on you than you thought it did — you weren’t one to admit something like that as easily as you just did, but it was probably a combination of the hazy spell your mind was experiencing as well as the intoxicating atmosphere of the night. You could feel your heart jump in your chest as Katsuki just stared at you, his eyes flicking down ever so often until he moved himself closer to you, his hand hovering just above your cheek as you inhaled his scent once more.

“...may I kiss you?” he whispered.

You nodded slightly, shocked, before he’d pressed his lips up against yours in a sweet, chaste kiss. You could taste the beer on him as his hands rose and cupped your cheeks gently, his thumbs stroking the tops of your cheeks as yours tangled around his neck, playing with the back of his hair.

He took that as an invitation to pull you closer, pulling you up onto his lap with his arms wrapped around your waist and rubbing small strokes up the small of your back — melting into each other as sugar does into jam, slowly and gently and passionately through small touches and gazes.

When you finally pulled away for air, you could see the flush of his face as he stared up at the sky and panted, pulling you flush against his chest.

“Damn shortcake,” you heard the smirk in his voice — though it didn’t seem to be as cocky as you would’ve expected. “You know how to kiss.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you murmured into his chest, feeling the rumble as he let out a short chuckle.

“Nothin’,” he pulled away for a second, and you noticed him grabbing something from his jean pocket.

In the light of the fire, he showed you his beaten leather wallet, with cracks and scratches — pulling out a fifty dollar bill that he then handed to you.

“What’s this for?” you sat up, your head leaning against his shoulder.

“S’the money you gave Ei,” he flipped it over, revealing a phone number on the other side, before looking away in embarrassment. “I was gonna give it to ya tomorrow when I dropped ya off — Ei suggested it.”

You couldn’t help but let out a giggle to the red that was rising on his face, becoming even more flushed than he had been when he kissed you.

“Thank you,” you smiled. “Now I can call you on your ancient phone.”

“Yeah, well, now I can teach ya how to make strawberry shortcake.”

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oldfruitloop · 27 days

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Save a horse ride a cowboy week get to work writers. 💫

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kingkatsuki · 2 years

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Omg Jo I just had to look up what wearing the cowboys hat means and ooooooh you're a genius

Like Katsuki doesn't want to tell you but eventually you have to find out, even if it takes days and he refuses to explain and you have to ask the girls of the town about it.

It just means you'll have to surprise him in nothing but his hat

Bold of you to assume I’d leave his side without him telling me what it means👀😂

And when he tells you, you can feel your entire face heat up as your heart hammers in your chest. The alcohol in your system not enough to quell the embarrassment now flooding your body as you almost forget the hat still sitting on top of your head.

But for all the time that you think Bakugou has the upper hand, that all changes the moment you’re standing between his spread thighs as he rubs his sweaty palms against the rough denim of his jeans. Bakugou can talk a good game, but he’s got no idea what to do next as you invade his personal space. The damn hat still on your head as you lean forward, close enough for him to smell the perfume on your neck and the liquor on your tongue as you weave your arms around his shoulders.

Now he’s like a fish out of water as your lips brush his chapped lips, barely the ghost of a touch as you pull back. The stickiness of your gloss lingering against him as he fights the urge to surge forward and crash his inexperienced lips back against yours, blunt nails almost digging into his thighs now. With so much life experience under his belt, Bakugou has no idea what to do now. And he doesn’t understand why a pretty young thing like you are bothering yourself with him of all people when there are plenty of younger, attractive men in the bar.

“Well, it looks like I’ve got your hat. Whatcha gonna do about it, cowboy?”

#cowboy!bakugou #virgin!bakugou #jo thirsts #thirst posts #Bakugou thirst

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thecowboykatsuki-anon · 2 years

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Cowboy!Bakugo who works three jobs to help put you through college.

He’s dog tired everyday, and everything hurts but it’s all worth it to him when at the end of the day, you let him stretch that pretty little cunt out on his cock, even when you’re trying to study.

#brain rot #MDNI #cowboy!bakugo #cowboy au #cowboy!Bakugou #cowboy!katsuki #cowboy anon #cowboy anon writes #thecowboyanon writes #t writes #my writing #bakugo smut #bnha bakugou #bakugou x reader #mha #bakugo #bakugo katsuki

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crikeygatormate · 2 years

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Tied Down (Part Two)

Cowboy!Bakugou x AFAB Reader

Summary: You’ve been trying to become number one for so long, but just when you thought you would become a Champion Reiner, Bakugou Katsuki steals the spot from beneath your nose and becomes your number one rival. While on your way back to the top you find out there’s more to Bakugou than meets the eye.

This is was so long lmao, lets hope it makes sense plot wise I did not plan this story out haha we just writing blind. Also POA is a breed of pony they are very cute :) Lmk if I didn't tag anything right, I'm still bad with the new system smh

Warnings: all my grammar errors, self-loathing reader, feelings of depression, guilt, and shame mentioned, dead-parent mentioned, general discourse, fingering, oral fem receiving, praise, degrading if you squint ;)

Part Two

It was cool in the room you were in, the fan above you was lazily pushing air around the room. You pressed your face into the pillow as you started to wake up, regretfully so. The first thing you began to notice was your pounding headache, dry mouth, and rolling nausea.

“Better get up sweetheart, Katsuki doesn’t like waiting. Sure you know that already,” Kirishima’s deep voice filled the small room.

You blinked, lifting your head as you rubbed your eyes, “what?”

“You’ve got that lesson in about fifteen minutes,” Kirishima said as he checked his watch and shrugged on his jean jacket.

You shot up, practically scrambling to detangle yourself from his sheets, “shit, where are my keys?”

“Momo took your car home before we left, one of your friends was sick,” Kirishima answered coolly as he ran a hand through his hair and tied it back, “you sort of blacked once we got back to my place.”

You sighed heavily, that would explain why you were still in your clothes from last night. Well at least Kirishima was a good guy, not that he wasn’t but it was apparent nothing else had happened after you got back to his place. “This is so humbling,” you muttered as you adjusted your top.

“Here,” Kirishima said as he tossed you one of his shirts, “you can wear that for your lesson.” He was looking rather smug as he watched you yank off your crop and shimmy his shirt on. He knew that would piss Katsuki off.

“Thanks, I owe you, really,” you said quickly as you hopped out of his bed and put your boots on.

Kirishima gave you a lopsided grin as he grabbed his keys from his dresser and twirled them around one large finger while he watched you scramble around his room. “Of course, sweetheart.” He did think you were cute, definitely worth chasing, but he was never one to stick around for long.

You sighed and rubbed your eyes as you came to a stop by Kirishima, “do you think you can drop me off at Katsuki’s ranch? I’d drive but-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Kirishima said as he shook his head, “we better get goin’ though.”

You nodded as you held your crop top tightly in your hands and you followed him out of his home. It was pretty small but cozy. He lived on Crimson Ranch, which made sense, he was a ranch hand. Off to the side of his house, you could see a big cattle dog sniffing around what you assumed was Kirishima’s horse.

You frowned as your nausea hit you again, you had no idea how you were going to get through a lesson this morning. Riding hungover was never smart, and you would hate for Bakugou to see you looking weak. He’d probably make some smart comment, that asshole. Again though, you were starting to grow angry at the fact your uncle got you a lesson with Bakugou in the first place. Why did he do that?

Thankfully the drive to Bakugou’s ranch was pretty quick, or you were sure you would have had to ask Kirishima to pull over so you could calm your rolling stomach. As you came to a stop outside of Bakugou’s arena you were in shock at how big his facility was. Guess being champion for three years meant that he had gotten rich fast.

Your mouth turned sour with jealousy as you looked at his two outdoor arenas and large indoor arena. He had two huge stables and at least five or six pastures right by his office building, all of them currently filled with Dynamight foals.

Dynamite, you huffed, that horse no doubt had strong genes, almost all of his babies were roans like him. Or maybe Bakugou just had a preference for breeding roans.

“It’s impressive isn’t it,” Kirishima said with a sigh as he leaned back in his seat, causing it to creak under his weight.

You nodded, “it is.” Your father’s ranch was like this, not as fancy, but big enough to create a legacy. One that you let slip through your fingers. Something you’d never forgive yourself for.

In the distance, you could see Bakugou out in one of the outdoor arenas riding his horse, and another was tied off by the fence. It was small, and looked almost like a POA, due to all of its red spots. You narrowed your eyes, he was putting you on a pony? In fact, was he putting you on his old childhood pony?

Kirishima started to laugh from next to you, apparently, he saw the pony too, “he must really hate ya to be putting you on Peach.”

You lifted a brow, “great.”

“Can’t believe that old thing is still kickin’ she’s gotta be at least twenty two now,” Kirishima said as he shook his head, “she’s mean as hell, hates the bit big time. Better be gentle or she’ll buck ya off,” he said with a slight glimmer in his eyes. Seemed like Kirishima had his fair share of time with the pony.

You huffed, guess Bakugou was making sure you did have soft hands after all. “Well, thanks for the ride, Kiri-”

“I’m gonna watch,” Kirishima announced as he got out of his car, leaving you in the passenger seat.

“Okay,” you said to yourself, feeling a little more self-conscious now. You didn’t know Kirishima very well. You had heard of him through the grapevine, saw a photo or two on social media, but now after last night, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself even more.

With a disgruntled sigh you got out of the truck and followed Kirishima to the gate of the arena. The sun was already hot on your back and you plucked the oversized shirt you were wearing. You squinted as Bakugou rode up to you and Kirishima and came to a stop, his vermillion gaze cutting between the two of you.

“You’re late,” he said, glancing at your attire and the dark marks that lined the side of your neck. “The hell are you wearin’?”

“We didn’t have time to stop by her place to get changed,” Kirishima quickly answered for you, giving Bakugou a nasty smirk as he suddenly yanked you close to his side.

You yelped almost tripping over your own boots as you collided with Kirishima’s side, “right,” you added, feeling your face heat up as Bakugou clenched his jaw.

“Whatever, go get on Peach, don’t wanna hear you complain if you get a saddle sore,” Bakugou snapped before glaring back at Kirishima.

You rolled your eyes, “I ride in shorts all the time, I’ll be fine.” That part was true, but you were more worried about your hangover. You haven't eaten yet, not like you could stomach food right now, but bouncing around on a pony was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Tough isn’t she?” Kirishima said as he squeezed your side with a big hand before letting you go. He was still looking at Bakugou with that nasty smirk that was only growing larger by the second.

Your eyes widened in shock as Kirishima chuckled before giving your bum a harsh smack as you walked past him. “Kirishima,” you harshly whispered, as your whole body seemed to become aflame with embarrassment.

He shrugged, “I like those shorts.”

You didn’t even dare to look up at Bakugou who you sure was mocking you. With a disgruntled sigh, you walked past Bakugou and towards Peach who looked pissed to be tacked up.

—------

“The hell do you think you’re doin’?” Bakugou snapped once you were out of earshot.

Kirishima smiled, “what? She’s a catch, can’t let that slip through my fingers, man.” He gave Bakugou another knowing smirk before he shoved his hands in his jean pockets. “She’s pretty wild too, ya know.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, “I don’t wanna hear it.”

Kirishima shrugged, “wasn’t plannin’ on tellin’ ya anything.”

Bakugou huffed, turning his head away from Kirishima who started laughing again. “Fuckin’ prick.”

“What? I’m just havin’ fun, she is too. Just relax man,” Kirishima shot back.

—-----

Once you reached Peach you were surprised to see how well she looked for being so old. Granted she was always a cute pony, about 14.1 hands, and had a kind eye. However, you knew better so you approached her nicely, trying to tune out the two men arguing behind you.

“Hi pretty girl, you gonna be good for me today?” you said as you patted her neck.

Peach’s ears swiveled towards you and she gave you a soft nicker, which in your book was pretty good. Perhaps you would be okay. Honestly, the way this morning was going, you’d be surprised if it could get any worse.

With a sigh, you untied her reins from the fence and put them over her head. With a small bit of struggling you managed to pull your tired body into the saddle and let out a breath as you got comfortable. “Okay, soft hands,” you told yourself as you moved Peach away from the fence.

You figured you go on and walk over to Bakugou, but it appeared Peach had a different idea. In your tired mind, you weren’t sure what happened but you might have pulled back on the reins just a tad when she picked up the pace. Instead of her stopping, she took off with a screech so full of anger you instantly woke up scrambling to find your seating. “Oh shit,” you yelped as she turned her head and shot you the gnarliest glare a horse has ever given you.

“Use your body to stop her!” Bakugou shouted as he kicked his stallion to chase after you.

You furrowed your brows as Peach started to buck, squealing and huffing while you tried to tighten your abs and deepen your seat to get her to slow down and stop. Although it seemed like she had it out for you now. “Not working!” you shouted back, suppressing a groan as the horn of the saddle struck you in the stomach.

“Damn it Y/n, she’s a fuckin’ pony, just ride!” Bakugou sneered from next to you as his stallion flared his nostrils, not exactly happy to be next to the bucking old pony.

“I am!” you snapped back as one of your boots came out of the stirrup. Of course, Bakugou would put you on the pony from hell. He probably thought it would be funny watching you struggle. With gritted teeth you grabbed the reins and pulled Peach’s head up from her chest to stop her bucking and kicked her forward, making the pony start to gallop now instead of bucking.

“Easy, easy,” you hissed as you held your hand up by her neck, trying to keep your hands soft so she would calm down. After a few laps around the arena, Peach started to slow down until she came to a stop near Kirishima who was looking rather entertained.

“Phew, she’s a fuckin’ bitch, but gotta love her, huh,” Kirishima said as he patted the pony’s neck, “gotta nice seat too, darlin’, you could be a good bronc rider, ya know?”

You managed to give him a wobbly smile as you tried to control your nausea. “Thanks.”

“Hmm,” Kirishima looked at his watch, “I better get goin’, but thanks for the show. Catch ya later?”

You nodded, unsure as to why he would want to see you again considering everything that just happened since you had woken up this morning. “See ya,” you said, watching the tall redhead saunter back to his truck and peel out of the ranch, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake.

“Wonder you made it this far,” Bakugou’s voice cut in, “you ride like shit.”

It felt like ice had run down your spine at his words. He told you the same thing three years ago after his stallion kicked yours. “What did you say?”

“I said,” Bakugou began, nostrils flaring with anger, “it’s a wonder you made it this far.”

You locked your gaze with his feeling your temper flare something fierce. It was almost like every nerve in your body became ablaze with fire. He was watching you stew, getting ready to feel the wrath of your venomous words that were on the tip of your tongue. Your blood was practically boiling and you opened your mouth to call him something vile, but beneath that anger, you came to quickly realize you were feeling shame.

You were ashamed.

Ashamed that you weren’t as good of a rider as you thought, and despite all the hard work you’ve been putting in you haven’t been able to catch up. Even three years ago when everything you knew hung on the edge of a knife, you would have lost because Izuku would have won, and in fact he deserved to win and so did Bakugou.

Shame was then closely followed by guilt and you felt your anger morph into a sickly feeling that was sitting like a heavy stone in your stomach. It made your limbs heavy and your bottom lip wobbly as the blame you placed on Bakugou for years came crashing down on you.

You were the reason you weren’t able to keep your father’s ranch, his legacy. It wasn’t Bakugou’s fault. You still blamed him for Izuku’s accident, but you couldn’t keep blaming him for something you lost yourself.

“You’re right,” you said finally, your voice was small.

Bakugou did a double-take. What did you say? You were agreeing with his insult? “Huh?”

You sighed and pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes as your fragile little world crashed down around you, “you heard me.”

Then Bakugou huffed, watching you slump in the saddle like a lesson kid who just got told her lesson pony didn’t belong to her. “Quit moping and ride, dumbass. I got shit to do.”

You shot him a glare, still very much upset, but that didn’t mean you liked Bakugou any more than you used to. “I’m stayin’ for thirty more minutes and I’m not comin’ back here again.”

“Fine by me, princess,” Bakugou sneered, clearly annoyed with you. “Probably do poor Peach a favor not havin’ you bounce around on her back.”

“Oh fuck off,” you shot back, “says the guy who has his horse do all the work for him.” That was a lie, he was a great rider, but you needed to have the last word. So you urged Peach forward and began running your pattern around the arena, trying to keep your hands soft.

—------------

After your lesson with Bakugou, the next week or so something inside of you seemed to change. You weren’t as excited to ride and you found yourself putting off training more and more. In fact, you were avoiding it so much that you decided to start jogging in the morning.

You hated jogging, it was terrible and your poor knees felt like they were gonna tear every time you took a step, but it seemed to be better than going back into the arena and facing the ugly monster called shame.

Your dog, however, loved that you started to run. He easily kept in stride with you as you ran down the road. A few more horrendous minutes passed and you came to a stop, panting as you wiped sweat from your forehead.

It was still early enough to where you could see the sunrise start to creep above the horizon, illuminating the country with a soft glow that you loved to watch. In fact, your fondest memories were when you watched the sunrise with your dad. You both would be tired and sweaty from hauling hay and alfalfa around the ranch to your horses and grain to the cows. The best part was that by the time you finished the sun would be rising.

You both would carry your tired bodies to the front step of the house and you’d plop down, almost ready to fall back asleep. Your dad would go back into your house, and you watch him through the dusty window. He’d press two fingers against his lips and then place it on the photo of your mom by the doorway and then disappear into the kitchen. He would return with a cup of lukewarm coffee for him and a glass of orange juice for you.

You’d both sit on the steps of the porch in silence watching as dawn turned into morning and admire how much the sky changed from deep purples to pink, and then to a clear blue.

You missed him dearly, and you missed your ranch, the home you grew up in. The home that held your last memories of your mom and your dad.

“Damn it,” you muttered, feeling tears well up in your eyes. It had been years since you last cried. You refused to let yourself cry since you lost the ranch, it didn’t seem fair that you got to be sad about something you caused.

But it was too late, the dam had burst and you were standing smack dab in the middle of a back dirt road crying as the sun rose.

You were so lost in your tears and sniffles that you failed to see that there was a loose horse trotting down the road, and you didn’t even notice when it stopped in front of you snorting as it started to inspect you.

You hiccuped, wiping tears from your cheeks as you looked up to see the horse in front of you. Of course, it was a fuckin’ roan, “of course,” you laughed coldly. You wiped your eyes again as you inspected the horse and quickly came to realize that this horse wasn’t just any horse, it was Bakugou’s prized stallion Dynamight.

“What are you doing out here?” you asked as you grabbed a fistful of his black mane and looked around for any sign of Bakugou. You knew that he would be losing his damn mind to find that his horse was missing.

You whistled to your dog to keep up as you walked down the road from where Dynamight came from. It was starting to get secluded and thick with trees and other foliage. “Got a summer home?” you asked the stallion, trying to pull yourself out of your rotten mood. “No?” you said aloud again, shaking your head at yourself.

After a good fifteen-minute walk you came up to a house. It was modest, newly built, but definitely a ranch-style home. In the driveway was Bakugou’s huge black truck and what you assumed was Cami’s red sedan.

There was a single pasture and small barn off to the side of the house where you could see a few other horses including Peach who raised her head to look at you. “Well, you probably have a special place to go,” you said aloud again, knowing there was no way Bakugou would place his stallion in with other horses, especially mares.

You looked around again, letting your gaze take in his property, there was a small garden in the yard as well as some chairs by a fire pit. Further in the distance by the barn was another pasture that you could see had a small pond behind it. It was empty and the gate was wide open, “nice place,” you muttered as you headed towards the back pasture.

However, just as you passed the front door it came flying open and you could hear shouts from inside, causing Dynamight to spook and step on your foot. “Oh shit,” you hissed as you pushed on his shoulder to get him to move off.

Suddenly Cami came flying out of the door, hauling a bag behind her as she pointed her finger at Bakugou who was chasing after her. He had clearly just rolled out of bed as he was only in his boxers.

“Don’t you dare!” Cami hissed, “I don’t wanna hear it anymore, Katsuki!”

“Yeah? Then tell me who the fuckin’ guy on your phone was!” Bakugou shouted, his voice cracking at the end.

“I told you, he’s just a friend! If you can’t get that through your fucking thick skull then I’m not sticking around!” Cami shouted as she fumbled for her car keys.

You gulped, trying to hide behind Dynamight who had begun grazing. They seemed to not notice you until your dog made an untimely appearance and shot past you towards Bakugou and Cami, barking and wagging his fluffy tail.

Two sets of eyes snapped to you as you peaked over Dynamights back at both Cami and Bakugou, “Hi, um-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Cami snarled at you, her face turning bright red with anger, “you wanna give me shit about my guy friends, yet you have her show up! Real classy, Katsuki!”

“I don’t know why in the fuck she’s s here!” Bakugou shouted, ignoring your dog who had now run into his house. “Don’t think you can turn this on me, just a fuckin’ friend. Last time I checked you don’t fuck a friend!”

Cami froze, eyes wide as she let her hand drop from the door handle of her car. Her face was now pale and she looked almost sick.

Bakugou narrowed his eyes, “yeah, I saw the photos you sent him and the messages.”

Cami gulped and then shook her head, “you know, fine, I did, but only because I never felt anything real with you Katsuki! You always put your damn job before us! Your ego to be number one? What about me! I was there for you this whole time and you never even saw me!”

You bit the inside of your cheek, you should leave, this was way too personal for you to be hearing. So as they continued to argue and shout you quietly slipped away to the back pasture. It was sort of shocking to see that Bakugou and Cami were in the middle of breaking up, everyone thought they were the perfect couple.

They had met at the championship show last year, she was the photographer for the event and she took his winning photos. You liked Cami too, she was always nice to you and gave Bakugou a hard time for picking on you.

With a sigh you let Dynamight back into his pasture and shut the gate behind you, wincing as you tried to keep weight off your foot. It was probably just badly bruised, hopefully.

You heard him before you actually saw Bakugou racing towards you, now with a pair of sweatpants on. “Don’t think-”

“Shut your mouth, the hell were you doin’ with my horse?” he snapped as he roughly grabbed your shoulder and pulled you around to face him.

You furrowed your brow and pushed his hand off your shoulder, “excuse me? What was I doing? Saving him! He was running down the road about fifteen minutes away from here.”

Bakugou scoffed, he was pissed, but you didn’t miss that his eyes were starting to water, “you think I believe that?”

You laughed bitterly but decided that he was probably just upset that Cami cheated on him and presumably left. The last thing you needed to do was irritate him more, so you took a deep breath and cooled off. That was new for you. “Look, you’re upset and I’m sorry, really. Someone must have accidentally left his gate open and he got out-”

Bakugou lifted his hand and jabbed his finger into your shoulder roughly, “Accident? I don’t have any accidents.”

You pushed his hand away from you again, feeling your frustration grow again, “it’s fine, really, all that matters is that he’s back-”

“You think I’m stupid, huh?” Bakugou began, he was practically shaking in front of you from how angry he was, “probably did somethin’ to him to get back to me.” His gaze cut away from you to his horse.

“Are you kidding? I would never, that’s so low, you think I’d do that?” you said angrily, feeling hurt well up in your chest. Yeah, you were rivals, but there was a little bit of respect between the two of you, and to think he thought you’d stoop low enough to hurt his horse?

“I think you’d do anything to win back your daddy’s ranch after losin’ it,” Bakugou sneered.

“Don’t go there, Katsuki,” you said lowly, your tone dangerous as you watched his upper lip twitch in anger. “Don’t forget where that damn horse of yours came from.”

Bakugou’s anger slipped away as he watched your face contort with hurt. He had overstepped a line, and it was a big one.

Your dad had raised horses. He was fond of roans, and he had given Bakugou one of his colts to start, that colt grew up to be his prized Dynamight.

Which also meant you knew Bakugou well enough from practically growing up with him and Izuku that he meant what he was saying. He blamed you too apparently.

“I’m goin’, sorry about you and Cami,” you said dryly as you pushed past him and whistled for your dog to follow you out of Bakugou property.

—-------

A few weeks had passed since your fight with Bakugou and your motivation for riding was now at rock bottom. Toshinori had to drag you out to the arena to practice. Something you once loved had become something you dreaded.

“C’mon Y/n, just run the pattern, and then we can stop,” Toshinori called from the center of the arena.

You sighed and patted Cowboy’s neck before urging him into a canter. It was too slow, you already knew that, but you didn’t care.

“Pick up the speed, you know this,” Toshinori said as he folded his arms across his chest. He was worried. The next qualifying show was in a week and he didn’t know if you’d be able to pull through. More importantly, he was worried about you. He was glad to see you had cooled your temper but it seemed that your passion for riding had been extinguished too.

He briefly wondered if it was his fault, and he glanced at the sky knowing his brother would be upset that you were slipping away from your dream of being number one.

“Okay, let’s take a break, you need to get out of your head, kid,” Toshinori said as he approached you. “Why don’t you go out with your friends again, maybe see that sleazy bull rider that keeps snooping around here.”

Your lips lifted into a small smile, Kirishima had kept his promise that he was gonna see you after that one night. It was nice to have him as company, but it felt off almost with him like you were trying to put a shoe on that didn’t fit. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Good, just relax, you’re doin’ great. Your hands look great too, okay?” Toshinori added as he pat you on the back.

You nodded and left your uncle to go put up Cowboy and turn him out for the rest of the day. Because it was already later in the day you were able to grab something quick to eat and get ready. Not that you wanted to, really.

It seemed like you blinked and then you were at the bar, squished between Momo and Tsu who were rapidly talking about some new band you had never heard of. You sighed, glancing between your two friends as you took a sip of your whiskey sour. It didn’t taste as good as it usually did.

Were you depressed? It sure felt like it.

“Lookin’ a little down, darlin’,” Kirishima’s voice cut into your dull thoughts.

You looked up to see Kirishima leaning against the table you were sitting at. He was dressed in his chaps and vest, he must be up first for bull riding again. “I’m okay.”

“Bakugou says that your uncle has been callin’ him nonstop, sayin’ that you aren’t riding anymore,” Kirishima said, raising a crimson eyebrow.

You gave him a meek smile, “yeah, just haven’t been feelin’ it, but I’ll come back to it. I always do.”

“Mkay, hate seein’ those pretty lips all pouty,” Kirishima said as he moved around the table to pull you away from your friends, “you gonna watch me tonight?”

You smiled as you rested your hand on his lower abdomen, feeling the rough material of his vest against your fingers. “Of course, sure you’ll be number one, Kiri.”

Kirishima grinned, “oh for sure I'll be, but I think I need a kiss from you for good luck.”

You rolled your eyes and stood on your toes to press your lips into his. He tasted like beer and smoke, probably from the cigar you saw him smoking with Sero earlier.

“Yup, think I’ll go win now,” Kirishima said as he pulled away from you and gave your cheek a pat. He let his gaze rest on a very drunk Bakugou who had been watching with glossy eyes. “Gimme one more though, just for extra luck.”

“Alright,” you muttered as you rolled your eyes, now smiling as you pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

Kirishima grinned looking back away from Bakugou and to you, “thanks, darlin’.”

You smiled as you watched Kirishima saunter through the crowd that parted for him like the red sea. There was no doubt that he carried a lot of charisma and charm, everyone liked him. Except for Toshinori.

“Can you get me another jack and coke when you go back to the bar,” Momo asked as she looked at your empty drink in your hands, “which should be now?”

You snorted, “yeah yeah, next time you’re goin.”

Momo ruffled your hair making you grumble as you walked to the bar. Only a few people were at the bar now since everyone had moved to the arena to watch the bull riders. With a sigh, you slid into an empty seat next to someone who had his head in his hands.

“Can I have a jack and coke and a whiskey sour please?” you asked the bartender over the roar of the crowd.

“Tell your uncle to stop callin’ me,” Bakugou slurred from next to you.

You were actually shocked to see that the drunk guy next to you was Bakugou. Honestly, he looked unrecognizable from beneath his black hat. His red eyes were dull and he had dark circles lining his eyes. Not to mention the at least two-day scruff on his face. “You look terrible,” you said without thinking.

Bakugou snorted, the corner of his lips lifting into an empty grin, “thanks, princess.” He took a sip from his glass, hissing as the alcohol burned his throat.

You blinked as the bartender handed you both drinks, not that you were paying that much attention to them anyway, or that the bull riding was about to start. “Why is Toshinori calling you out of all people?”

Bakugou looked at you out of the corner of his eye, “he’s worried or some shit.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you slumped in your seat feeling the dark rain cloud over your head that had been briefly broken up by Kirishima come back. “Oh.”

Bakugou huffed as he turned his body towards yours, “why did you stop ridin’?”

You shrugged, not looking into his eyes, “not really feelin’ it anymore.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Bakugou said truthfully as he took another swig from his glass, “you out of all people ‘not feelin’ it anymore.’”

“Well it’s the truth,” you snapped back, “and what are you doin’? Sitting here and moping?”

Bakugou’s smile slipped from his face, “yeah I am.”

You rolled your eyes as you sucked down some of Momo’s drink, ignoring the announcer who was calling Kirishima’s name.

“You gonna go watch him?” Bakugou said, turning his gaze away from you.

“I probably should,” you said, but it felt like there was almost a rope tying you to Bakugou now, keeping you seated at the bar.

“Sure he’d like that,” Bakugou muttered just loud enough for you to hear. “Have his number one fangirl of the month cheerin’ for ‘em.”

“Of course, you’d have to make a dig at me,” you snapped as you set down both drinks again. “What’s your problem?”

“My problem?” Bakugou laughed bitterly, “I have no problems, princess. You’re the one with all the issues goin’ on.”

You narrowed your eyes, “the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh like no one has noticed the only reason you’ve been pushing so hard is to regain your honor or some shit,” Bakugou answered hotly, his words were slurring together, “the truth is sweetheart is that you’ll never be able to fill your daddy’s boots and you don’t even know it.”

“You fucking asshole,” you hissed, feeling tears well up in your eyes, “you don’t think I know that, Katsuki? I’m painfully aware that I am never going to be as good of a rider as you or Izuku, but at least I tried. At least I didn’t go around gettin’ in people's heads. If you didn’t tell Izuku all those things before his run, maybe he’d still be able to walk.”

Bakugou abruptly stood from his seat, the stool landed loudly on the floor gathering the attention of a few people. “Take that back.”

“No,” you hissed, “just like I know I’ll never get that fuckin’ ranch back or my fuckin’ honor, you know that you had some part in Izuku’s accident.”

This fight had been brewing for years and your rivalry had been running downhill fast into becoming enemies.

“You can be a real fuckin’ bitch, Y/n, you know that? Hope you have a fun time fuckin’ shitty hair, your daddy would be ashamed of you,” Bakugou hissed as he slammed down a twenty and left the bar.

—------

They say the line between love and hate is thin, that was bullshit. How could you ever love someone you hate?

It had been a month since that fight you had with Bakugou in the bar. That night you had gone home alone, crying, as your repressed shame and guilt came to a head, again. It was pretty awful after that, you managed to push everyone away until your close friends insisted on trying to help you, which they did.

Somewhat.

There was a bit of an empty feeling in your chest that no matter how hard you tried you couldn't figure out how to fill it. Maybe it was always empty though and now you were aware of the hole.

At least Toshinori ran your competition for you and got first, it was the horse that was more important after all.

“You ready Y/n?” Tsu said from next to you. She was looking down at you with mild concern. It had taken her some convincing but she had planned a trail ride for your birthday that was in a few days. Maybe she was hoping that you’d regain your spark for riding again.

You nodded, smiling as you got onto Cowboy, “yeah, let's go. Hopefully it doesn’t rain, those clouds look a little weird,” you said as you glanced into the distance. There were large black clouds gathering and the air was starting to get heavy with the scent of rain.

Tsu shrugged, “oh well, don’t you have that little fort you built with Izuku and Bakugou somewhere in these woods? We could go there if it starts raining.”

You furrowed your brows, you had honestly forgotten about the little fort you had built with Izuku and with Bakugou actually. It almost came as a small shock to you that there was a time all three of you were friends as children. You’ve been so angry at Bakugou for so long that it was easy to forget your time together growing up. “Yeah, I can’t really remember where it is though.”

“Well I’m not riding if it’s gonna rain,” Momo said with a huff, looking a little uncomfortable on your uncle's red gelding.

You smiled, “oh you’ll be fine Momo. It adds to the experience, maybe you’ll want to start riding?”

Momo snorted as she adjusted herself in the saddle, “I don’t think so.”

You shook your head as you followed Tsu down the trail. You were riding in the woods that were behind Toshinori’s ranch. The woods were shared by four properties, your dad’s old ranch, Toshinori’s ranch, Crimson Ranch, and Bakugou’s.

It was beautiful really, the forest was full of large old trees, and plenty of creeks, and now that it was spring there were hundreds of wildflowers. You inhaled, letting your shoulders relax as you walked down the trail.

As you continued your ride you were able to see some flashes of your childhood come to mind. A big log you passed was where you and Izuku brought popsicles out to share during a hot summer day, or the creek you crossed was where you and Bakugou waded through the water trying to catch minnows.

When the three of you were closest as friends it was when you were about ten. Toshinori had just taken the three of you under his wing for lessons, and that’s when you remembered that Bakugou’s first horse was Peach.

You blinked as a memory resurfaced.

“Aw c’mon, let me and Izu ride her!” you said loudly pushing some stray hairs out of your mouth.

Bakugou shook his head, looking rather smug up on his new show pony, “no way, Peach only likes me.”

Izuku giggled, patting Peach’s cheek as she nuzzled his shoulder with her mouth, “I think she likes me, Kacchan.”

“She just thinks you stink,” Bakugou snapped as he kicked Peach’s sides rather roughly to get her to move out of the way. However, true to a lesson horse's nature she stood still, looking somewhat annoyed at her tiny rider.

“That’s enough kids,” Your father said as he walked up to the three of you, hauling Izuku’s and your ponies behind him. “We’ve got big things to do today according to Toshi.”

You and Izuku raced over to your ponies and easily got on, barely staying still in the saddles as Toshinori rode out into the arena on his famous stud All Might. All Might was probably the biggest horse you have ever seen and was a deep golden yellow with a mane and tail as white as the clouds above your head.

“You three ready to work?” Toshinori asked, chuckling as the three of you nodded eagerly.

“Y/n!” Tsu’s shrill voice cut into your thoughts.

You blinked and then saw Momo race past you, screaming as she clung to the back of her saddle. “Momo!” you shouted and noticed a trio of deer prancing by. Her horse must have spooked. “Shoot, Tsu try to go around the creek to see if her horse runs home if she falls off, I’ll follow her up to the field,” you said quickly.

You didn’t wait for Tsu to answer before you cantered away from her and after Momo. The wind was starting to pick up as you broke through the tree line and into the field. In the distance, you could see Momo just about to fall off her horse.

“Momo! Don’t hang on, just try to get your foot out of the stirrup!” you shouted at her as you sped up towards her. You winced as Momo hit the ground with a groan. Her horse spooked again and took off into the forest while you got off, rushing to Momo’s side. “Are you okay?”

Momo grumbled, pushing herself up into a sitting position, “just fine, don’t ever take me on a trail ride again.”

You snorted, “I won’t, we’ll go out on the boat instead.”

Momo gave you a wobbly smile as she stood to her feet and brushed dirt and grass off of her jeans, “well I guess your uncle's “bulletproof” horse ran off, do you think he’s lost?”

Your face heated up at her comment, honestly, the horse you put her on was super broke and old. Momo just had bad luck with riding today it seemed, “yeah it’s alright, I’ll find him, you’re more important though.”

“How are we gonna get back?” she asked, looking back behind her. The three of you had been riding for about two hours and the walk back would be pretty miserable.

You frowned as you pulled out your phone and held it up, you had a missed call from Tsu. Your phone buzzed and a text came through from her, she was back near the barn already, and didn’t find Momo’s horse. You sighed, “well I guess you can get up on Cowboy and we can head back.”

Momo nodded and was about to get onto Cowboy when stopped, “looks like we aren’t the only ones out here.”

You looked past Momo to see that Bakugou and Kirishima were racing across the field and they both came to a sharp stop arguing about who had won their race before Kirishima noticed you and Momo. They exchanged some words before heading right towards you. It was almost shocking to see that Kirishima’s draft horse was keeping up with Bakugou.

Upon seeing Bakugou, your rival, well, whatever he is now after a month it felt weird. The words he said to you resurfaced and you bit the inside of your cheek. Your shoulders rose in mild discomfort as they came to a stop in front of you and Kirishima instantly got off his horse and walked towards you and Momo.

“Y’all okay?” he asked with mild concern as he looked both of you over.

“My horse threw me and ran off,” Momo said with a heavy sigh, “we were about to head back.”

“What about the horse?” Bakugou spoke up. He was still on his horse, resting his hand on his thigh while the other loosely held his reins.

“I was gonna head out after him once I got Momo back to the barn,” you said, keeping your gaze away from Bakugou.

“I can take Momo back, my horse can take the extra rider better than Cowboy,” Kirishima said, “plus, he’s gotta win a championship soon anyway.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at Kirishima, “alright, just be careful. Don’t think Momo wants to fall off for a second time.”

Momo scoffed as she looked up at Kirishima’s gigantic horse, “especially not from that height.”

“Don’t worry, Rocky is a good boy, he doesn’t even buck when I try to get ‘em to,” Kirishima said with a hearty laugh as his gaze slid over to Bakugou who had grown quiet, “you should help Y/n look for Momo’s horse, at least before it starts raining.”

Bakugou’s eyebrows shot up in mild surprise. “I guess,” he replied, letting his surprise settle into something you couldn’t pin.

Kirishima smiled and patted the side of your cheek, “don’t let his rotten mood get to ya darlin’. All he needs is a good pick me up, ya know?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. What did that mean? Honestly, you’d rather go look for Momo’s horse with Kirishima, then you could maybe try to get a better read on what he thought about you, or maybe you were just upset that Bakugou was right about Kirishima’s fangirl of the month comment.

In all honesty, the bull rider had been pulling away from you slowly over the last week or so. It didn’t bug you that much because you weren’t anything, but you were a bit upset at the loss of what could have been.

You sighed as you watched Kirishima help Momo get back on his horse and he followed suit, giving you and Bakugou another one of his famous smiles before setting off back towards the forest.

“I think he went this way,” you said dully as you got back onto Cowboy and pointed towards the forest on the opposite end of the field.

Bakugou nodded, deciding to keep quiet as he rode behind you.

It was awkward, to say the least. There was an angry tension between both of you. You both had said some terrible things to each other that night at the bar and it was obvious both of you felt at least somewhat guilty.

The rain clouds were beginning to gather above your head now, rumbling with thunder and threatening to drop the water within them. You looked up above you, squinting as a few raindrops started to fall, and then the sky opened.

“We shouldn’t ride in this,” Bakugou said loudly above the rain, “can’t have him slip,” he said referring to Dynamight.

As much as you hated to agree with him, he was right. The ground was quickly becoming muddy and both of you needed sound horses. “Okay, should we head back?”

Bakugou shook his head, looking around the woods till something seemed to catch his eye, “nah, look. That shitty fort is still standing.”

You narrowed your eyes, trying to see what he was looking at through the rain. You blinked a few times and then the fort he was talking about came into focus. It was a bit overgrown, but you could stay there till the rain died down a bit.

Bakugou rode past you and led the way to the fort. You could see the log you dragged to tie your ponies at was still there too. As you got closer to the fort you were met with a nostalgic feeling of when times were simpler, and things weren’t so complicated.

You both came to a stop and dismounted your horses and tied them to the log, quickly taking the saddles and pads off before they got too wet. As you hauled your saddle and pad into the fort you noticed the wheel marks in the dirt, Izuku must still visit here, and it made your heart ache.

The fort remained almost unchanged from the last time you saw it. There were dusty blankets stuffed into a corner by some pillows you had stolen from your old house. A feed bucket sat by the window catching stray raindrops while an action figure of a superhero still was seated on the makeshift window sill.

A few of Bakugou’s comics were strewn across the floor, now discolored and torn. You could see your stack of books by your little corner of the fort as well as your favorite stuffy that you thought you had lost.

Without much thought you set down your saddle and moved over towards your corner and grabbed a book from the top of the stack. You ran your fingers down the spine of the book, gathering some dust on the tip of your finger. “This was a good book,” you said aloud mostly to yourself.

Bakugou huffed as he sat down against the wall, crossing his legs at his ankles as he watched you mull around the tiny handmade cabin. “You were always stuffin’ books and shit in the walls. Probably why that old hag at the library hated you.”

You shot him a playful glare as you sat down across from him, “well they were all horse books and I doubt she really cared.”

“Right,” Bakugou said as he watched you thumb through the pages. There was a pause in the conversation before he spoke up again, “I heard your uncle ran for you at the last show.”

You paused, looking up at Bakugou, “he still callin’ you?”

Bakugou shrugged and looked away from you, “no.”

You furrowed your brows, if your uncle wasn’t calling him then who was? Then it struck you. Izuku must have reached out to him. While you’ve been so hyper focused on avoiding riding all together you failed to notice Izuku keeping a watchful eye on you. He always has. “It was Izuku, wasn't it.”

Bakugou nodded, “yeah.”

You sighed as you set the book down and leaned against the wall, the wood creaked under your weight. “What did he say?”

Bakugou ran a hand through his wet hair before looking at you, “he asked me if I knew anything about it, I told him I didn’t. I haven't seen you in a month.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, a terrible habit, but it was something you did when you were uncomfortable. You were uncomfortable because for a moment it sounded like Bakugou was worried too, just for a second. “Suprised he called you,” you finally said.

Bakugou looked away from you, looking frustrated. “He knows I care at least on some level.”

“You care?” you snorted, “that’s funny.”

Bakugou’s gaze shot back to you and he narrowed his eyes, “of course I care-”

“Don’t tell me you’ve cared this whole time,” you began cutting him off as you started to breathe more heavily. “How could you, after everything you’ve said to me. Don’t even get me started Katsuki-”

“What about what you’ve said!” Bakugou quickly countered back as he stood up, the top of his head was practically flush with the ceiling. “Blamin’ me for Izuku’s accident, you know I never wanted anything to happen to him, or to you!”

“Then why do you act like this,” you said, your voice was starting to shake. “Why did you turn so cold and mean, Katsuki. Once you got that damn horse of yours six years ago when we were seventeen you changed, and not for the better.”

Bakugou’s face was starting to turn red with anger, and his eyes held a certain rage that you were shocked to see. “I’ve alwasy been like this.”

You shook your head, “no you haven’t! Izuku and I, damn it, we missed you,” you admitted, feeling that hole in your chest start to feel a little less empty at your confession. “Izuku still misses you, Katsuki. He still comes here, just look at the damn floor.”

Bakugou looked down to see that Izuku’s wheel chair had left marks in the dirt that's been gathering in the fort for years. “He’s always been a sap,” he said bitterly.

“So fuckin’ what! Are you even listening!” you shouted as you suddenly grabbed at his shirt, “don’t tell me you don’t miss how things used to be, we were friends, rivals too and it was good, it was fun! Then it all went to shit and we started hating each other, why?”

“Why?” Bakugou said, his deep voice was starting to waver too, “because it has always been you two, always.”

You rolled your eyes, “don’t tell me this is just because you were jealous of Izuku and I? That’s bullshit, Katsuki and you know it. We never left you out. In fact we looked up to you, and I know you knew that.”

Bakugou looked away from you again, he was trying to step back, away from you. You were too close.

“Don’t you dare walk away,” you hissed, fighting your tears.

“I’m done,” he said lowly.

“No you’re not,” you snapped as you stepped into his space, “you don’t get to do that. You don’t get to tell me that bullshit and expect that I’ll believe it.”

“Just stop,” Bakugou almost pleaded, “look I’m sorry for what I said at the bar, it was shitty for me to do-”

“Katsuki, please,” you said, your voice was heavy with desperation. You weren’t even sure why you were pushing him so hard for the truth, just hours ago he was your worst enemy but in this fort, your inner child was crying for her best friend.

Bakugou swallowed thickly, his eyes shot back to you then to the wall before they settled back on you again. “I-” he cleared his throat, “I couldn’t be around you, not after your dad died. He gave me that colt -Dynamight- that was his legacy and he should have been yours. Then you lost the ranch and Izuku got paralyzed - it was my fault. If I never got that horse, never won, never tried to get in Izuku’s head, none of that would have happened. I couldn’t be around you, or Izuku. Every time I’d see your faces I felt like complete shit, so I pushed you both away.”

You stayed quiet, watching as Bakugou clenched and unclenched his jaw after confessing to you. It was almost ironic hearing how Bakugou felt because you felt that everything was your fault too. “That’s not your fault,” you said softly, “I lost the ranch, just me.

And my dad loved you, he wanted you to have one of his colts. It’s why he gave Izuku one too. He wanted you to have Dynamight, Katsuki. I think he’d be really proud of how well one of his colts has done, and of you too. I’m sorry I blamed you for Izuku too, I shouldn’t have, I just,” you shook your head, “was jealous I think. Wanted to make you out to be the bad guy, just so I didn’t have to see the truth myself.”

Bakugou nodded, seeming to accept your words. He glanced down at your hand still gripping his damp shirt and then to your tear-stained cheeks, “is that why you quit riding?”

You nodded, “I feel ashamed to even try anymore, I guess.”

“You shouldn’t quit, princess,” Bakugou said softly, “your dad wouldn’t want that, I know Toshinori and Izuku don’t want that either, and I don’t too.”

You gave him a wobbly smile, that hole in your chest was slowly mending itself and you felt lighter. The room seemed brighter too, not as grey as it used to be. “Thank you.”

Bakugou gave you a quick nod and broke his eye contact with you. He felt lighter too, but he still was feeling weighed down by the weight of his thoughts. He moved slow, lifting his hand to pull you away from him, out of his bubble so he could breathe.

You furrowed your brows as Bakugou pulled your hand off of his shirt and looked past you and out the window. It was still raining and turning dark now. Which meant it was going to get colder too.

“Think we’re gonna have to spend the night here,” Bakugou said as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket. It buzzed loudly and he sighed, “flash flood warning, Kirishima also said Toshi’s damn horse showed up just as they got back.”

“That would happen," you said as you walked past Bakugou to look at your horses tied outside. They were both under a tree standing a few feet apart looking somewhat miserable, “think they’ll be okay?”

Bakugou came up behind you, grabbing the top of the old windowsill as he popped his head outside to look at the horses, “they should be, pretty sure we built this piece of shit cabin or fort, whatever the hell it is, on a hill.”

You nodded, that sounded right, “yeah, let's hope.”

Bakugou muttered something under his breath as he took a step back heading to the other side of the small cabin. The floorboards creaked loudly and he grinned, “well we can pass the time with this,” he said as he yanked up the floorboard next to him revealing some alcohol.

“No way, you snuck alcohol in here?” you asked, shaking your head as he opened the bottle of tequila and took a hefty swig.

He hissed at the burn before handing you the bottle, “yeah, snuck some in here years ago, can’t remember what for.” That was a lie, he brought his prom date back to this cabin a couple of times.

You took the bottle and winced as the tequila burned your throat. “That’s terrible, this is the cheap stuff.”

Bakugou chuckled as he took the bottle back and took another swig while he turned on an old camping lantern that was set on a cardboard box. “It’s not too bad.”

“It’s bad,” you countered as you sat back down and pulled out your phone. You frowned, there was no reception for you, guess it was good that Bakugou’s phone got reception. A few minutes of silence passed between you as you shared the old bottle of tequila. It was obviously watered down, but it still gave you a good buzz.

“Cowboy’s got a few foals comin’ this year right?” Bakugou asked, breaking the silence.

You looked towards him and nodded, “a few, Cowboy makes good babies,” you said proudly.

Bakugou snorted, “more like ugly babies.”

“Take that back,” you snapped, “Dynamight has ugly babies, they all have huge heads like him.”

Bakugou frowned, “at least he has better stops than Cowboy.”

“Well Cowboy has a smoother lope than Dynamight,” you shot back

“You’ve never even ridden him,” Bakugou countered.

You snorted, “whatever, I can tell, that’s because I’ve been riding longer than you.”

“Only by a month, plus we all know I’m the better rider,” Bakugou said, but then he froze, eyes wide with worry that he said the wrong thing, hurt whatever small bit of normalcy you both had created here.

If this had happened last month you would have gone for his jugular, seething, and spitting. However, things were different now, you had some answers, and you were more sure of yourself. “Only sometimes,” you said with a small smile, “plus I’m gonna catch up to you, take your spot as number one.”

Bakugou returned your smile, and his shoulders relaxed, “you can try, princess.”

You rolled your eyes, “just wait, got that workshop comin' up next week, and we’re gonna easily take your spot. Then there will be pretty Cowboy foals everywhere you look, Kats.”

Bakugou laughed, it was warm and made you almost forget how cold the small cabin was starting to get now that the sun was gone. He shook his head, letting his gaze meet yours. In the time you two were bantering you and him had moved closer, so close that he could see that your hair was starting to dry at the ends, and that funny shaped scar you had on your collar bone when you got thrown in a gate.

He took another swig from the bottle, feeling it warm him as he took you in again.

You froze, why was he staring at you? You watched his red gaze travel down your body and occasionally flick back to your eyes or your parted lips. “What?” you said, a little breathless.

Bakugou shrugged as he set the bottle down, it was loud, making you jump.

You blinked, still confused, “what?” you asked again. His tanned skin was starting to flush from the alcohol and he ran his hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. You swallowed thickly as an unpure thought ran through your mind, at first you were horrified that you even had a thought about Bakugou like that. But then you looked at him again, and for the first time, you realized how pretty he was.

In fact, he was stunning.

Tall and built, strong from working on the ranch all day, tanned from being in the sun. His hair was soft, and light at the top but his undercut was darker and needed to be shaved down again. There were a few freckles that ran over the bridge of his nose, and his lips were full and pink, and soft.

Lightning struck outside making you jump a little before you turned your attention back to him. He was watching you again, his pupils were blown, almost covering the rest of his red iris’.

“Ya know,” Bakugou’s voice was raspy and low, just quiet enough for you to hear, “I always thought you were pretty.”

That was all it took for you two to rush into each other embrace, he was tugging you onto his lap, running his hands through your hair, across your cheek, down your back. He finally settled on keeping a hand on the side of your jaw and the other on your hip as he pressed his lips against yours.

A whine escaped you as he roughly nipped your lip before he started to lift the bottom of your shirt up. His hands were rough and warm against your bare skin as you lifted your arms up as your shirt slipped past your head, and he threw it off to the side. He ran his hands back down your side and over your bra, practically tearing it in half.

“Katsuki,” you somewhat scolded, out of breath as your now torn bra fell to the ground too.

“It was in the fuckin’ way,” he growled as he roughly grabbed your jaw with one hand and pulled you against him again.

You whimpered into the kiss as you ran your fingers through his undercut, grabbing at his soft hair, and making him hiss. He pulled away from you and started to run his lips down the side of your face along the curve of your jaw, then down your neck.

His hands began to move up your stomach and to your chest, squeezing hard and making you gasp. “What?” he said breathlessly against the side of your neck, suppressing a smile, “that hurt?”

You huffed, you knew he was teasing you. “Shut up,” you said as you moved your hands to pull off his shirt, making him chuckle.

Bakugou yanked off his shirt and tossed it next to yours before moving his lips back to your chest, harshly nipping at your skin, and grinning at your little whines and gasps of pain.

Your hands headed straight towards his belt, and you hastily undid the buckle and pulled it through the loops of his jeans. Once you got it off you were suddenly caught off guard as he quickly wrapped a thick arm around your waist and flipped you both over.

You let out a breath as he roughly yanked your hands above your head and pinned them to the floor. A wicked smile graced your lips as you stared up at Bakugou, “sure you don’t want me to be on top?”

Bakugou huffed as he used his free hand to yank off your belt and pop open the front button of your jeans, “not this time, princess.”

“Not this time?” you countered, raising a brow as you lifted your hips to help him pull your jeans off. “Think this is gonna happen again, huh?” you challenged, hoping he’d get a little rougher with you.

Bakugou bared his teeth, “knew you’d be a fuckin’ brat.” He pushed your hands into the ground harder, making you wince as he promptly threw your jeans and panties to the side, leaving you bare beneath him.

You smiled, about to say something smart back when he suddenly ran two fingers through your slit, making a soft whine escape past your lips.

“You know how I know this is gonna happen again,” Bakugou harshly whispered into your ear as he brought two fingers down to your entrance and pushed them in, making you gasp loudly and your hips jerk up. “Because you’re fuckin’ dripping for me, princess.”

You bit your lip hard as he started to move his fingers, making you squirm. You wanted to be able to touch him too, run your hands down his chest, over his shoulders, feel the muscles in his back ripple.``Lemme go, wanna touch you too” you panted, wiggling your wrists under his palm.

“No,” Bakugou snapped as he pressed his thumb down hard on your clit, hard, grinning when you let out a long keen.

You could feel him grinding into your thigh with every pump of his fingers in you, and you were starting to become desperate, writhing against him. You could feel yourself start to tighten up and you pushed it away, not wanting him to know how good he was with just his fingers, “c’mon,” you hissed, tears starting to well up in your eyes as he started to rub tighter circles around your clit with his thumb.

Bakugou chucked meanly, “aw, you already gonna cum, huh? Can feel ya, sqeezein’ my fingers.”

You shook your head, growing frustrated that he was winning again. There were words just on the tip of your tongue, ready to make him break for you, but he pushed in a third finger and those words melted into another moan.

“Ya sound real pretty for me princess,” Bakugou said as he nipped at your earlobe, “bet you’ll sound even better when I fill you up with my cock.”

“Fuck,” you whined fighting back your orgasm again, but he was too good.

Bakugou was breathing hard, watching your face contort in pleasure as he kept a consistent pace. “You gonna cum, princess?” he asked, his deep voice breathy.

You nodded, grabbing at his hand that was wrapped around your wrists with yours, and digging your nails into his skin.

Bakugou grinned as your hips started to buck and just when you started to call out his name he pulled his fingers out and sat back on his heels.

You let out a frustrated cry, “the hell ?” Your body was shaking as your pleasure started to fade, leaving you frustrated and needy. Instead of answering you, you watched as he ran his tongue along the length of his fingers, and he moaned.

The sound of his voice sent a jolt through you, making you lean up on your elbows, pupils blown as he locked his gaze with you. You were breathing heavily letting your eyes wander down his bare chest, seeing the tattoos that adorned his body, down to his cock straining through his boxers turning them dark with pre. “Katsuki,” you said softly, your voice was thick with want.

He started moving back towards you with a fervor you’ve only seen a few times before. His hands were hot on your hips as he yanked you towards him and began settling down on his forearm in front of you. Another pitiful whine escaped you and he spread your legs, watching your arousal string from your parted thighs.

“Never wanted,” Bakugou panted using his thumb to get a better look at your glistening pussy, “to eat someone out so bad, fuck,” he groaned as he turned his head to bite your inner thigh.

Your legs were shaking around his shoulders as he stretched one hand up onto your stomach, grabbing at your skin, searching for a place to anchor himself as he licked a long stripe up the center of pussy, cherishing the way you shake against him.

Your hands grab at his hair, pulling softly as he starts to run his tongue around your clit, glancing up at you with hazy eyes, loving the way your chest is heaving with each broken breath. The more you whine above him the more aggressive he gets, digging his nails into your skin and taking his time to make you come undone.

“Shit,” you cried, nearly in tears again. He was too good, and honestly, at this point, it didn’t surprise you. “Wish you weren’t-” you let out a sob as he moaned against you, sending vibrations up your spine, “-so good at everything,” you said, barely able to push out the last part of your sentence.

The storm outside was growing more violent, thunder crashed above and you both didn’t notice the little feed bucket by the window was starting to overfill with water.

Bakugou let out breathy whimper when you yanked on his hair, “fuck,” he panted pulling away from you for a breif moment before going back in and sucking on your clit, hard.

You were nearly there, shaking and crying above him. All cares of wanting to beat him were the last thing on your mind. The only thing you could think about was cumming on his face, and squeezing your thighs around him.

“Go on,” Bakugou said, his voice muffled, he could tell you were close, “be a good girl and cum for me, princess.”

It felt like something in you had snapped inside of you and you let out a whine, biting your lip hard as you came. Your nerves were tingling as you shook against him. He held you down, pushing your body into the floor as he continued to suck and lick you through your high.

Once you came down, still sighing and shaking, Bakugou pulled back, licking his lips as he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh. Thunder rattled the handmade fort and then you both started to feel the rain.

“Shit,” Bakugou panted, wiping his eyes as the rain opened a hole in the part of the ceiling that was above you both. “C’mere,” he muttered, easily pulling up your weak body against him as he moved to the other side of the old fort.

You were almost too tired to even care about being rained on, “guess we need to fix the ceiling,” you said, glancing at Bakugou. You were definitely disappointed that the rain cock blocked you before you could have your turn with him.

Bakugou chuckled, nodding as he shrugged on his shirt and tossed you yours. He grabbed his phone checking the time and the weather quickly before standing up to shine a flashlight on your two horses still tied outside. Now they truly did look miserable. “Probably should get some sleep,” he said, clearing his throat a bit.

You nodded, grabbing your panties while he wasn’t looking and pulling them on before grabbing the old blanket in your corner of the fort. There was some sort of tension between the two of you now and it was awkward. Suddenly you wished you could bury yourself in the earth and never look at him again. “Uh, night, Kats,” you said softly, adjusting yourself under the blanket so you could lean back against your saddle.

Bakugou huffed, shaking his head as he settled next to you, “don’t hog the damn blanket, brat.”

You rolled your eyes as you held up a corner of the blanket, letting him scoot in next to you a bit, “happy now?”

“Yeah whatever, night, princess,” Bakugou replied, flipping over and dragging more of the blanket away from you.

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The next morning you both acted like what happened last night did not happen, it simply did not exist. In fact, you both refused to look at each other as you got your horses ready to ride back.

At least you were able to admit that you couldn’t stop looking at him after seeing him in a new light. You felt almost creepy at how intensely you were watching him, watching his biceps bunch as he lifted his saddle onto his horse, or watching his hands. You gulped, his hands were so big and strong, and his fingers looked good covered in your slick, they'd look even better in your mouth-

You shook your head, averting your gaze away from him as you got on Cowboy. You couldn’t get involved with Bakugou, you two were rivals. Yes, you had made up last night, but going beyond anything but rivals, wouldn’t work. It couldn’t.

You needed a rival, someone to push you to work hard, and he hasn’t really been your rival for a long period of time before you two became enemies. Not to mention he really just broke up with Cami, and you frowned. Were you just a rebound?

It was for the best to just assume last night was a moment of weakness, and it wouldn’t happen again.

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Part Three!

#tw. death #tw. talks of depression #cowboy!bakugou #tied down

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