Warnings/Tags: 18+ Minors Do Not Interact, alcohol, flirting, nothing too scandalous this time around, f!reader, reader is called little lady, darlin’, sweet pea, & sugar as pet names
Word Count: 3k
Summary: When two new gorgeous farmhands start working on your daddy’s ranch, how can you ever choose between them, especially when they both make it clear they want you. Who says you have to choose?
a/n: Based on this brainrot & inspired by @thecowboykatsuki-anon‘s wonderful cowboy!au. I know y’all are waiting on some of my other wips, but this one kinda grabbed me by the throat and I had to get it out there. There’ll be two more parts for this. :3
When you woke bright and early that Monday morning, heading from your little cabin tucked away in the back corner of the ranch to the main house like you did every day, little did you know how much your normal routine was about to be disrupted.
“Mornin’!” you called, finding your mother in the kitchen already setting out breakfast.
“Mornin’ darlin’,” she greeted, pausing to plant a kiss to the top of your head like she did every morning. Even though you were all grown up now and basically living on your own (even if you hadn’t technically left the property), you’d always been her little sweet pea.
“Where’s daddy?” you asked, noticing your father’s empty chair as you took your own seat.
“He already ate, he’s getting the new farmhands started out in the field.”
“Oh, that’s right, hay baling starts today,” you mused, picking up a strip of bacon. “Wait, I didn’t know we hired any new help. What happened to the usual guys?”
Your mother sighed, her lips twisting slightly. “They just up and left the other day without a word, left your poor daddy scramblin’ to find new help on such short notice. Luckily he found two strapping young lads new to town and looking for work. They’ll be stayin’ in the apartment above the carriage house,” she explained, noticing your curious expression.
“You’ll meet them soon enough. I’ll have you bring some refreshment out there closer to lunch.”
When you nodded, trying to hide your excited grin, she pointed at you with the end of her fork. “I know what you’re thinkin’, y/n. No funny business now–”
“Me, funny business? I’d never!” you exclaimed quickly, but you were already wondering what these new farmhands would be like… or if they’d be nice to look at.
By the time the sun was high in the sky, you packed up the lunch and fresh squeezed lemonade your ma had made and headed out to the field where the two were working with your father. As you approached, you let your gaze stray to the two young men, about your age, eyeing the pair up discreetly. At first sight you could see how built they were, their well muscled arms bulging as they easily hoisted the finished bales into the back of the truck. But as you got closer, their heads swiveling toward you, you faltered. They were clearly more than just easy on the eyes, they were gorgeous.
The red haired one with his long locks pulled back and held out of his face with a grimy bandana grinned widely, waving as you approached, while his blonde friend merely watched you, pushing his cowboy hat back to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Though his expression didn’t change, he watched you intently, the corner of his lips finally twitching briefly as he caught your eye.
“Ah, y/n, there you are,” your father exclaimed, breaking the spell, and you turned to greet him.
“I brought you guys somethin’,” you said, setting the tray down and pouring each a tall cold glass of lemonade.
“You’re a lifesaver, darlin,” your father replied thankfully, accepting the drink and tipping it back.
You snuck a glance at the other two, feeling their eyes on you. “You gunna introduce me?” you prompted and your father chuckled, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand before gesturing to the two in front of you.
“This is Katsuki Bakugou and Eijirou Kirishima, they’ll be helpin’ round the ranch for the rest of the season.”
The blonde nodded, followed by the redhead and you nodded back.
“Boys, this is my daughter, y/n.”
You could tell he wanted to say more, but thankfully he held his tongue, not wanting to embarrass you in front of them, though you had a feeling he’d probably give the two a lecture once you were gone.
“It’s a pleasure,” Kirishima said, hastily pulling his work glove off to shake your hand.
“Pleasure,” Bakugou echoed, taking your hand next.
“I, uhm, I brought some sandwiches too,” you said, feeling your cheeks heat under both sets of ruby eyes, and your father bade the boys take a break to eat.
Once they’d finished, you reluctantly took the empty glasses and pitcher back to the house, but before you knew it, you'd found yourself ambling back toward the barn as your father left the two to unload the truckbed on their own.
This time you found Kirishima had already shed his sweat dampened t-shirt, his tanned skin shining in the golden light of the setting sun and you leaned against a nearby fencepost to watch them work, a grin playing on your lips as you admired them.
Feeling your eyes on them, Kirishima glanced up, nudging Bakugou with his elbow when he noticed you watching.
“Looks like we got a spectator,” he murmured, throwing you his most charming grin.
Bakugou let out a grunt, but looked over as well, letting his gaze linger over you for a moment. “This job just got a helluva lot better,” he muttered back, though his grin slipped when he caught you biting your lip as you unabashedly stared at Kirishima’s chest, admiring the way his muscles flexed and stretched with each movement.
Not to be outdone, Bakugou pulled his hat off so he could peel his shirt over his head as well, giving you a bit of a show.
“That’s more like it!” you teased, laughing delightedly at the feast of flesh before you. It was cute how obvious Katsuki’d been to catch your attention.
“So, my father give you the whole ‘don’t disrespect my daughter’ talk yet?” you asked, and the two glanced at each other.
“It mighta come up,” Bakugou replied, shrugging, pausing to replace his hat, his unruly ash blonde hair still poking out from beneath its curved brim.
“Mmm, I see,” you hummed, pouting slightly. “Hope he didn’t scare you off.”
“We don’t scare so easy,” Bakugou drawled, giving you a meaningful look.
“Yeah, don’t worry, we know how to behave,” Kirishima agreed. “...And when not to,” he added with a wink, the implication filling you with heat.
“I like the sound of that,” you murmured.
“There anything fun to do around here when you’re not workin’?” Bakugou segued and you tapped your chin thoughtfully.
“I can think of a few things,” you mused, lips curling mischievously. “There’s a bar in town that serves good drinks,” you suggested. “Pool tables, good music, good people.”
“Great!” Kirishima exclaimed, sharing a look with his friend. “Maybe we’ll see you there.”
“Yeah, I’ll probably go this weekend,” you replied, grimacing when you heard your mother call for you. “Guess I gotta go help with dinner,” you sighed wistfully, lingering for a moment longer.
“I’ll see you boys later!” you called, getting one last good eyeful in before winking and pushing off the fence. As you sauntered away, you could practically feel their gaze on you; their eyes glued to your swaying hips.
Things were definitely about to get a lot more fun around here.
——
Over the next few days you were never far from the two new farmhands, making it a point to work nearby or to stop and flirt at any chance you got. It was beginning to grow painfully obvious that both men liked you—Kirishima perking up as soon as you neared and Bakugou watching you, huffing jealously any time his friend made a move before he could.
Enjoying the attention, you couldn’t help but tease them, purposefully pitting them against each other a little. It was just harmless things, like complimenting Eijirou on his strength just to watch Bakugou lift twice as much next just to show him up. Or asking Katsuki for help opening a new jar of pickles, giggling as the two argued over who could do it.
The one time you brought Kiri a glass of sweet tea and a towel to clean off with while he was working on the old tractor’s engine, Bakugou grumbled under his breath, very nearly pouting til you walked past and gave him a peck on the cheek before heading back inside, rather pleased with yourself.
However, by the time the weekend rolled around, the two were beginning to catch onto your little game. Taking your advice, they decided to hit up the local bar to let off some steam and relax.
“She definitely knows what she’s doin’,” Bakugou muttered, bringing the dark bottle to his lips and taking a draw.
Kirishima nodded, watching as you walked through the door, thanking his lucky stars you’d shown up. Whistling low under his breath at the sight of you in those painted on jeans, hugging your hips just right, he froze, staring.
“She definitely does,” he agreed vacantly, drawing Bakugou’s gaze as well.
“You know I ain’t backin’ down, right?” the blonde huffed, his brows knitting as his eyes followed your path to the bar. “If she wants a competition, then let’s give her a competition.”
Kirishima chewed his lip, thinking it over. He definitely didn’t want to give up—there was something special about you and he wanted to get to know you better, not to mention see you stretched around his cock, but Katsuki was a force to be reckoned with and he was probably the most competitive person he knew.
“Fine, you’re on,” he exclaimed, making up his mind, the prize too great to give up on.
A feral grin spread across Bakugou’s face as his eyes returned to you. “First one to get y/n in bed is the winner, and the loser’ll back off,” he announced, holding out his hand.
“May the best man win,” Kirishima agreed, shaking his friend’s hand firmly. “Guess we’ll see just who she prefers once and for all.”
“Guess we will,” Bakugou repeated, finishing off his beer and ordering another round. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” he said, pushing away from the bar, fresh beer in hand, he made a b-line right to you.
“Fancy meetin’ you here, sugar.”
At the sound of Bakugou’s drawl, you turned to grin up at him, cheeks heating slightly as he tipped his hat to you.
“Hey, you came!” you exclaimed, embracing him, glad to see him, half hoping you’d bump into him and Eijirou tonight.
“Sure did, had to come see what all the fuss was about,” Kirishima answered before Bakugou could, nodding to you with a flirty wink.
“Eiji, you’re here too!” you gasped, delighted, wrapping him in a friendly hug as well. Bakugou, on the other hand, looked less than pleased, scowling at his friend’s interruption.
“Sure am, little lady,” the redhead murmured, taking your hand to brush a kiss to your knuckles.
“Can I get you a drink?” Bakugou asked, once more vying for your attention and you couldn’t help but grin.
“Sure, I’ll take a jack and coke.”
Soon the drink was in your hand and the three of you had claimed a table. The place was packed and you had to lean in close to hear over the din of overlapping voices and the music blasting from the jukebox, but you didn’t mind.
You asked where the two had come from and introduced them to some of the locals that stopped by to chat. Once things calmed down a bit, Kirishima gestured to the mechanical bull in the center of the room with the neck of his beer bottle.
“You ever try your hand at that?” he wondered, glancing at you curiously.
“A couple times,” you replied, sipping at your drink. You’d polished off a couple and were starting to feel just the right amount of tipsy, your inhibitions lowered.
“What about you? You should try it, I wanna watch,” you exclaimed excitedly, leaning in close to him.
Kirishima’s brows rose before a determined look crossed his face and he turned to Bakugou. “Wanna see who can stay on the longest?”
“Tch, as if you even have to ask,” Bakugou snapped back, his carmine eyes flashing. “I’ll beat your time easy!” declared, leaning back in his chair to watch.
“Good luck!” you called, whistling after Kiri as he stood, the tips of his ears flushing. As he swung his leg over the back of the bull, you couldn’t help but check out his ass, and when the machine stuttered to life, starting out slow, you cheered him on enthusiastically.
Once he got the hang of it, Kirishima didn’t do too bad, throwing his arm back and leaning as the bull bucked and spun, trying to throw him from its back. He made it eight seconds before being unseated, the machine giving a violent jerk, and Eijirou rolled to the padded floor, flopping to his back amid a chorus of cheers and whistles from the bar patrons.
“Yeah, yeah, now watch how a real pro does it,” Bakugou boasted with a smirk, pushing up from the table for his turn, pausing to give his friend a hand before mounting the bull himself.
When Kirishima rejoined you, you congratulated him on his run, flashing him an encouraging grin before the two of you turned your attention back to Katsuki. The blonde made it look easy and you could tell it wasn’t his first time riding.
“Hey, y/n.”
Kirishia’s deep voice in your ear made you jump, tearing your eyes from Bakugou to look over.
“What’s up, Eij?” you asked, giving him your full attention.
“Well, I was wonderin’ if you’d like to go out sometime?”
The question took you aback, but you couldn’t say you weren’t pleased. “Yeah, I’d like that,” you replied quietly, wondering where he’d take you.
A loud cry from the crowd pulled your eyes back to Bakugou, who’d finally been unseated by the mechanical bull. When his time was announced, Kirishima’s face fell; Katsuki had managed to beat him by a couple seconds.
“Well, well, well,” he drawled as he returned to the table, dusting himself off, his lips quirked smugly. “How about that, looks like I won.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Kiri grumbled and you rolled your eyes at the exchange.
“So, how about it, y/n? Does the winner get a kiss?” Katsuki asked hopefully, tapping his cheek with a finger.
Just then an idea came to you and a mischievous grin tugged at your lips as you rose, leaning in close to Katsuki, puckering up until at the last moment you stepped past him.
“Actually, I think I want a turn as well,” you exclaimed, turning back to shoot both men a playful look as you walked backwards toward the bull, finding Kirishima laughing uproarously while Bakugou’s expression had turned from smug to shocked.
The ash blonde recovered quickly, however, and he gave a loud whoop as you climbed atop the bull’s back, scooting forward toward the front of the bull and finding your grip.
“Ride ‘em, cowgirl! Show us how it’s done!” Kirishima called and a laugh burst from your lips as the bull began to move.
Instinctively, you rolled your hips, squeezing your legs around the bull’s sides as hard as you could as it bucked beneath you. As the bull spun and shifted, you leaned away from it, using your outstretched arm for balance, too focused on staying on to pay much attention to the boys.
Out in the crowd, Kirishima had gone slack jawed, eyes glued to you while Katsuki tried to surreptitiously adjust himself, his jeans growing tight at the way you moved, both men imagining you riding something else.
By the time you could no longer hold on, your muscles turning to water and the room spinning around you, Bakugou and Kirishima had composed themselves and hurried to help you up.
“What was my time?” you asked, your words slurring together slightly.
“Twelve seconds,” Bakugou answered, helping you to your feet and slipping his arm around your middle to keep you upright.
“You beat both of us,” Kirishima breathed, clearly impressed.
Giggling, you took a step forward and stumbled, bumping into Katsuki’s side.
“Woah there,” he murmured, his grasp on you tightening.
“Think it’s time to get you home, little lady,” Eijirou added, slinging his arm around you as well, stabilizing you further.
“Yeah, that might be wise,” you agreed, your stomach beginning to churn and your head throbbing. The last thing you wanted was to throw up all over their boots.
“I’ll get the truck and meet you at the door,” Kirishima offered, slipping from your side as soon as you were outside.
Sighing, you found yourself leaning into Katsuki’s side and he let out a soft snort. “Y’know this probably ain’t the best time, but I had fun tonight, and I’d like to take you out, just the two of us,” he offered, his arm around your side warm.
You hummed and nodded. “Sounds like fun.”
You didn’t have time to say more before Kirishima’s truck pulled up next to you and he jumped out to open the passenger door.
Soon you were comfortably sandwiched between the two, your eyelids drooping, the slow sway of the truck lulling you toward sleep. The ride back to the ranch was quiet, nothing but the soft sound of the radio to fill the silence, but you didn’t mind.
“Thank you for both being such gentlemen and helping me get home safely,” you murmured, letting Bakugou help you out of the truck once Kiri had pulled up in front of your little cabin.
“Course,” Katsuki replied gruffly and you didn’t miss the way his thumb brushed over your knuckles before he let go of your hand.
“Make sure to take somethin’ for your head and drink plenty of water,” Eijirou said, and you turned back to smile at them before opening your door.
“I will. See you in the morning,” you chirped, blowing them both a kiss before slipping inside.
“Sleep well, y/n!” they called, retreating back to the truck.
As you got ready for bed, you were already wondering what each of them were planning for their dates.
Once the boys had returned to the carriage house, however, their thoughts seemed to be elsewhere, remembering the way you’d moved atop the mechanical bull, and it would be a while yet before sleep claimed them, each needing to get those thoughts out of their systems.
