#ask izzy

he comes in dirty as a dog, on a mission. he’s turned on like crazy, as he was watching you dance through the kitchen window in your apron making him dinner. he loves his pretty little housewife!!

you feel him before you hear him. he’s wrapping his arms around your waist, snuggling into your neck. he smells like shit and is sweaty, but there’s absolutely no version of rhett that doesn’t make your stomach coil.

“my pretty little housewife” he’ll say, grinding his hard on against your sundress.

“i’m cookin’ your favourite dinner baby” humming a small moan as he bunches your sundress around your waist.

“i see that, now how bout’ i treat you” he says, dragging you to your dining table. “but rhett we eat here” you say as he shoved two fingers into your soaking area. “and?” is the last thing you remembering him saying before he makes you cum on your pretty table.

“one more time baby, come on” his southern drawl coming out as he’s rutting his hips against you. “just one more darlin.’” he wants to make you finish twice before he gets a chance to finish.

after your second orgasm hits you like a tsunami, rhetts not far behind. stuttering into you as he spills himself fully.

“hopefully there’ll be a bun in your oven soon sweetheart” he chuckles as he cleans you up.

few months later, as rhett walks in the door, he sees your shirt saying ‘bun in the oven’.

“i guess you were right, daddy” you say tauntingly, tears falling out of your eyes as rhett starts getting teary eyed. “i’m so so happy baby, truly” he says, hugging you with a hand on your stomach.

he oughta punish you for calling him daddy, but he’s too happy to care at this moment, maybe later 😉