Kinktober 2024

【𝑆𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝐻𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑒... 】

〖 𝑇𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒 〗: 𝐶𝑜𝑤𝑏𝑜𝑦 & 𝐵𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒 𝐵𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦

〖 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 〗: ...ride  a cowboy

〖 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 〗: nsfw 18+, porn w/ plot, dirty talk, peeta calls reader "cowgirl," car sex, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex

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You loved it when the rodeo came to town. Not only was it a chance for you to make some extra cash and a fancy buckle, but it was also the perfect opportunity to watch some cowboys get thrown off various farm animals.

The dusty warm air seemed to shift as the crowd buzzed with excitement. You adjusted the brim of your soft felt brim of your hat and took a deep breath, the familiar scent of dirt, leather, and hay swirling around you.

Nerves bounced around your chest as you leaned against the cool metal fence. You were no stranger to the feeling, having been a barrel racer for years, but tonight was different. Tonight, you were focused on the bull rider that was about to take the stage and your heart along with it.

Peeta had taken up bull riding with the same amount of determination and patience that seemed to define his every move. You'd been friends for as long as you could remember, you'd bonded over shared training sessions, late-night conversations about anything and everything, and the inevitable nerves right before a competition. You were amazed at how he transformed into a completely different person when he rode. A calm confidence radiated through everything he did, and tonight was no different.

You watched him from the sidelines, and your heart raced as he climbed into the chute. He wrapped the rope around his wrist and adjusted it every so often. His eyes were focused and his muscles tense, but his face remained calm. You wondered what was running through his mind. Usually, you attempted to drown the crowd out right before your advent, but it only helped so much when your mind was moving a mile a minute.

The crowd's energy was electric, and you all seemed to wait with bated breath for the gate to open.

The gate burst open, and the bull shot out like a force of nature, bucking and twisting its body violently. Peeta moved with fluidity, gripping the bull tightly with his legs. He gripped the rope with controlled precision, almost as if he was anticipating the bull's moves.

For eight heart-pounding seconds, the arena was completely his. A buzzer rang throughout the arena, signaling a successful run. Peeta jumped off the bull, landing in the dirt before scrambling away from the bucking animal. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, and you tried to fight the grin that began to form.

His eyes moved furiously as he scanned the crowd, halting once he found you at your usual position by the fence. With a mischievous grin, he reached up and pulled off his cowboy hat, his light blonde hair tousled slightly from his ride. He neared your spot at the fence before raising his hat in the air, pausing just long enough for the crowd to notice.

He tossed his hat in your direction, and, for a moment, it felt like time slowed as it sailed through the air. Out of pure instinct, you took a step back and raised your hands, your palms open. His hat landed perfectly in your hands.

For the first time in your life, Peeta Mellark surprised you.

Your eyes widened as your gaze flickered between the hat nestled neatly in your hands and the man who threw it. Whistles and hoots erupted from the crowd, and your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you wished the ground would swallow you whole.

Peeta reached the fence, grinning ear to ear. "You know what that means," he teased, leaning against the bars of the fence.

You felt the heat creep up your neck at his words, knowing damn well the insinuation of him throwing you his hat.