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Atwood’s, the Wal-Mart of farm goods. Since you’re stuck home for another summer it meant helping with errands like getting dog food. You’re just about ready to give up and play that good southern girl you hate just to get someone to heave the 50-pound bag into your cart. Every time you’ve tried the bag would bump the cart away and by this point, you’re halfway down the aisle.
“Here ma'am, allow me.”
A man takes the bag from you and lifts it into the cart like it was nothing. Said man is what people not from the south think cowboys look like. The sort of glamorized version seen in country music videos. A nice pair of fitted wranglers, a big belt buckle, and a plain colored tee haphazardly tucked into his pants. And of course, you can't forget about the big ole’ white cowboy hat. The one he wears had a thick band that matches the tones of yellow and red of his hair with the addition of a little orange to help with the imitation of flames.
The man, “Kyojuro Rengoku, but most people just call by Rengoku,” as so kindly introduced himself offers to help you load the bag into your car after you paid. You decline though, getting the bag in the cart had been a problem. Getting out wouldn’t.
Rengoku was nice and he was nice looking. It was just you never got too friendly with people from around your hometown. Why should you? They never got too close to you, never tried to be polite like Rengoku had unless they had to. Which you assume was the case with Rengoku Even now as an environmental sciences senior no one took an interest in you. You had long since accepted to fact that this town isolated itself from you and you isolated yourself from the town. Because of this, it wasn’t that hard to get over the fact that you’d probably never see Rengoku again.
Until you did the very next day.
You dusty little town held a few festivals throughout the summer. The first of which being the Summer Kick-Off, a blazing hot day full of grilled hot dogs, ice cream, blow-up water slides for the little ones, and bingo for the and the old ones. The only reason you agree to accompany your mother was for the ice cream that you had only ever been able to find at The Summer-Kick off and at a gas station in town. Usually, your father and mother would go together in one car and you'd take your own so that you wouldn't be stuck playing bingo, but since your father was still away heading a construction team of a new project you two rode together.
“Is that what you’re wearing?” she asks right before the two of you are set to leave.
“Yes.” there's no hesitation in your voice as there would have been back before you started uni, a few hours drive away from here. You no longer were excessively overthinking what people might think of you showing so much skin or the way your thighs jiggled and stuck together in the summer heat.
"Well, it ain't a lot baby."
You roll your eyes at the exaggeration, but feel yourself becoming self-conscious and needing to explain yourself. "No, it's not and it's tittering on 90, today mom. Are we going or what?"
"Fine fine. You don't have to get snippy."
When Rengoku sees you step out of the car things slow down for him. He feels his heartbeat a little faster causing his ears to go hot under his hat. Holy hell you made him feel hotter than the heat. He’s seen in women in summer rompers, he’s seen women in less. But you made it look so different. So damn fine. His eyes are gluer to you as hand through your hair and the other slips into the romper’s pocket.
It’s confidence! Rengoku realizes the difference in you. That’s it, that’s what makes him feel all giddy and hot. He bet there were already a few people looking at you like the town Jezebel or wonder why on earth you’d wear something so ‘nice’ out to a little get-together like this. You didn’t look like you cared though. You weren’t weighed down like he was with expiations. You didn't seem to care about fitting in and it made you look ethereal to the cowboy.
Another woman walks around the car to meet you. You two exchange a few words then separate, her going towards the community center across the street and you to the pavilion. Rengoku recognizes the women from being over at his neighbor's so much. She was related to the Smiths in one way or another. She also had said she had a daughter a little younger them himself off at college on multiple occasions. You had to be that odd child of hers. What was it that made you so odd?
Rengoku acts in fact as you leave the pavilion, ice cream cone in hand.
“Howdy!” he falls in step beside you.
“Howdy, fancy seeing you here,” You greet back then quickly lick up the already melting once cream.
“Could say the same to you! So how are those dogs- “
It wasn’t very frozen to begin with and you’re just a tad too slow. A few cool drops land on your chest just below your collar bone, damnit. Hearing Rengoku get cut off makes you look away from the melted ice cream on your chest and to him. He's red, Like redder than just the heat. On top of that, he was trying so hard to keep his eyes from glancing down. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was up. He looked so cute and bothered. And just from some melted ice cream?
Rengoku looks down and he’s simultaneously happy and wishes he hadn't because it’s so easy to imagine those cream-colored droplets as something else. In fact, he is imagining them as something else. Any redder and you think that steam might start coming out of his ears, that or the poor thing will pass out from all the heat.
Maybe it was the fact he was obviously attracted to your body or that you had been so bored since coming home, but something makes you play into this. You swipe a finger over your chest collecting the melted ice cream and continue to look at him as you run a flat tongue over your finger.
You follow up with a, “Man it’ suer is a scorcher to today.”
“Suer is,” Rengoku agrees, his voice a little strained.
“Maybe we should have worn less them hmm?"
You leave Rengoku so shocked that he doesn’t have a chance to get the door for you and ends up following you into the community center like a lost puppy. You were flirting with him. That was flirting and he loved it. It made Rengoku feel giddy, happy, and he wants you to do it again.
The community center was just one large room with a stage. Plastic fold-out benches are line up in neat rows. Cloth coverings with sunflower patterns hanging off of their edges. little toddlers run around, and a few too old for the water slides but still too young to participate in town gossip sitting quietly on their phones. Your mother was in one of the groups of gossipers and you weren't looking to be included. After you two buy a few bingo cards you lead Rengoku to the end of one of the tables secluded from the rest.
“So have you ever played Bingo before?” you ask
Rengoku shakes his head setting down across for you. “No, but I’m sure it’s not that hard of a game!”
“I don’t know…” you trial off. “Takes a lot of concentrating.”
Both you and Rengoku set in a comfortable silence as a new game starts. You want Rengoku to get really into the game before you have your fun. This doesn't take long. a few numbers in and he's completely focusing on the card in front of him.
Rengoku doesn’t jump or even look up when he feels your foot tap against his ankle. He does smile and though and tell you, "That won't work on me Y/N"
“I know.”
Rengoku does tense up a little when you start to inch your foot further and further up his leg. His concentration finally starts to weaver when you press the toe of your shoe into the crotch of his wranglers. It was hell. Hot and sinful hell. You’re applying just the right pressure. It felt good, but not good enough. He wanted more, even spread his legs apart to ask for such-But he needs to focus too.
“What was that number?” Rengoku whips his head up towards the stage where man elder man was already calling out the next number.
“I told you this was a game all about concentration Rengoku~" you tease in a sing-song voice.
“Well, it would be a lot easy-mph!” Rengoku quickly sucks in a breath as you press a little harder.
You looked so smug sitting there across from him, fishing off your ice cream and continue to play along as if you weren’t making him so fucking hard under the table.
“BINGO!”, the raspy voice of a chain smoker calls out.
Numbers are then compared, and you burst out in laughter because the number Rengoku had missed would have given him a bingo. You give him a break and remove your foot for the next few rounds. Rengoku's not sure to be glad or disappointed at this. The next few rounds pass by and neither of you gets another bingo.
When you see you, mom begins looking around the community center for you you take that as your cue to stand up and leave. “Well, this has been fun Rengoku.”
“Do you think the fun's over?”
Rengoku's looking at you so damn confident in himself and that suddenly infuriates you because you hate cowboys like him. Going around thinking they're hot shit just because conventual attractive and well-liked in the community just because they’re what the community wants. You want to knock him down a peg.
Knock him down a peg… Pegging would default do that. You will peg a cowboy this summer, you decide then and there.
“Not by a longshot cowboy.”
On top of not knowing where to buy a strap on you also had no idea how to get in contact with Rengoku again. Luckily your mom comes in clutch when it came to the latter problem. As it turns out Rengoku had moved in just down the road, which in country lingo means a few miles down the long stretch of backroad you live on, about a year ago.
“If you could have stayed here longer for your holiday breaks, you’d know that.”
You don’t tell her that you can stay longer, you just never want to. Instead, you steer the conversation elsewhere and come to find out your mom had never baked him any homemade cookies as a housewarming present like she had whenever The Thomason’s moved in across the road. You dig into that. All it takes is a little teasing and a “What will he think if he finds out you didn’t give him the same welcoming experience?” for your mom to make you help her bake.
The baking wasn’t so bad. You actually do enjoy the process. It was your mom's little remarks that made the whole thing unenjoyable.
“This is so much fun just the two of us,” She begins then later adds, “Better than running around the woods huh?”
Your mother never understood why you're so infatuated with bugs and fungi. As a kid she called you a tomboy, always splashing about in mud puddle and giggling at the way beatles would stick to your arm hair. . You had more friends that were boys than girls and for a while this was ok. But then came the teasing:
Do you like them? Ohhh she’s blushing!
Who is it? which one do you like
Is he your little boyfriend?
Does Y/N get a little boyfriend?
Then when you got old enough it was:
Y/N L/N don't you dare think about getting that nice shirt dirty you hear me
Y/N don't go off in the woods alone
Y/N I don't like you around all those boys
Boys only think of one thing at that age.
By the time the cookies came out of the oven, your mom had to start heading to one of your cosines baseball scrimmages. You act as nonchalant as you can as you tell her that you can drop them by in your way to go so something which you make up on the fly. She thanks you just before hurrying out the door.
Before you leave yourself, you change into something a little nicer with a deeper neckline, it seems to make the cowboy easily flustered. Rengoku’s house was at the end of a long driveway lined with pastures on both sides It was small, but still nice and well kept. There was a truck parked out front, but when you knock on the front door no one answers. Across the wide gravel drive way is a barn with its door open.You’ll try there and if he’s not in the barn then at least you know where he lived now. You’re sure you can think of another neighborly reason to come over.
Rengoku is in the barn and holy fuck. He has his back to you, it’s shirtless and sweaty. His jeans are hanging low, they're a worn-out pair with no belt. You stand there a few moments watching the way his back muscles flex as he grabs a hay bale with thickly gloved hands and heaves it onto a neat row that lines the barn wall. You ingrain this scene into your memory for the next time you need the company of your vibe before bed. This man literally looks like he stepped right off the pages of those romance novels you granny used to pick up from the Dollar Tree.
“Howdy!” you call out making those broad shoulders tense up.
Rengoku turns around and when he sees you standing there in a cute little sundress with a tuba ware of something in your hands he relaxes. A big smile stretches across his face happy to see you again.
“Well, howdy YN! What brings you out today?” he asks leaning an elbow against the line of hay bales he's stacked up.
“it would appear that mom never gave you the full welcome to the neighborhood experience,” you hold up the tuba aware which you then set down on a hay bale. “You look like you’ve been working hard."
“Yes ma'am!"
A few steps are all it takes to have Rengoku trapped between you and his row of hay bales. He looks a little surprised at the initiative you've taken but doesn't say anything, just breathes slowly, in and out. You place a bare hand on his chest and look up at him with your best I'm-in-charge-here smile.
You're fingers trail down over his skin, along his hairy sternum, over his stomach. "You look like you've been working so hard. Don't you think you should take a break?" down the blond patch of hair under his navel, then hooking them in the hem of his pants and pulling. "Let me give you a little reward?"
Rengoku's even breathing gets caught in his throat as he nods at that but that's not enough for you.
"You got to use your words for me baby boy."
Fuck, you were good. "I-i do wanna reward, please."
you draw your eyes down, working unbuttoning his jeans, and shimmy everything down over his hips to easily get his cock free. Rengoku's big. his cock is hot and heavy in the palm of your hand and it takes no time at all to get him fully erect. Rengoku braces his hands on the hay bales behind him as you work for your hand up and down it. Once you had a good rhythm going you look back up at him with that same coy smile as before. You coo and complement how big he feels in your hand, how cute his face is all slacked jawed and flush.
Then suddenly you stop pumping. You settle your hand in a loose fist around the base of his cock. You say, "Now, be a good boy and ask nicely."
Rengoku blinks once, then twice. Then he chuckles. A deep sound comes from the chest.
"You are so fucking adorable like ya know that darling."
what.
Rengoku moves his hips, starts to fuck your fist in shallow thrusts. He bites one of the fingers of his gloves between his teeth so that he can rip it off his hand and spit it away.
Wait.
Rengoku cups your cheek softly with his bar hand as his thrusts grow more intense. "Do you want me to beg? want me to say things like 'please let me cum, I've been such a good boy'. Darling that surprised look on your face to more than enough to get me there."
Oh fuck.
And to his words Rengoku cums. You can feel it. the way his dick pulses as globs of cum weep from the tip and over your fist. oh my god, you didn't even see him cum and you still feel yourself getting wet. You frown at this two-toned little shit.
"Here let me get you a rag to wipe off. This makes us even right?"
"This isn't over cowboy," your determination echos off the barn walls
Rengoku can't stop smiling at you, can't even muster a challenging look because he feels so damn happy. "Not by a longshot."
Rengoku forgets about the last of the hay bales. he can do them tomorrow, He doesn't want you to leave just yet. He wants to know more about you so he invites you inside. Nothing sexual, he swears. He just wants to get to know his competition.
He's delighted when you tell him that you're an environmental science major. his little brother just started uni for ranch management. Rengoku wants to know all about what you like to study and you a little taken aback by his interest. He might be the first person to be genuinely interested to hear you stammer on about fungi and bugs. Rengoku listens to you talk about how easy it is for a certain type of fungi to grow from cow shit with a light in his face that makes your chest feel warm.