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PAIRNG: RHETT ABBOT X OC FEM READER
SUMMARY: RHETT ABBOTT AND FLO TILLERSON HAVE AN ARRANGEMENT THAT'S STRICTLY SEX, BUT WHEN RHETT HEARS ABOUT THE DATE SHE'S GOING ON EMOTIONS EXPLODE AND TOO MUCH IS REVEALED.
WARNINGS: MDNI, 18+, P IN V, RIDING, CAR SEX, JEALOUSY SEX, SLIGHT ANGST, HAIR PULLING, DIRTY TALK, SPANKING, MULTIPLE ORGASMS, ORGASM DENIAL, SLIGHT BREEDING FETISH [IDEK]
Grass and leaves crunched and folded under Flo's boots as she entered the ranch, signifying the end of summer and the start of winter - which she loved, it meant she didn't need to help around the farm as much. She was only about a third into the Abbott's ranch when she spotted exactly who she'd hope to run into, Rhett Abbott, hunched by his family's broken fence with a cigarette in mouth as he worked on the damage. She waltzes up, placing her hands coyly behind her back whilst her eyes scanned the farm for any sign of his family - the place looked pretty much abandoned.
"Abbott!" Flo's voice was immediately recognised, Rhett didn't need to turn or glance to know which blonde was stood a few feet from him. "Tillerson," he calls back faintly over the exhale of smoke, feeling the shift of weight of the fence he was working on as Flo takes it upon herself to step and lean over the opposite side. That was when he looked up over at her from under his baseball cap, lifting the brim only a tad to see her clearer under the sun's glare. They both smile at each other, "why're you here? Bit risky to come by at broad daylight." The cigarette bounced with the motion of his talking as it hung loosely between his teeth, the smoke rising and dancing between them before being blown away by the wind.
Flo looks up and behind him, blue eyes watching the house behind him before she could settle on an answer, "your family don't hate me, do they?" Her dad and brothers sure, they were the definition of assholes and she could see no reason anyone would really like them - but Flo liked to believe she's been nothing but nice to the Abbott's, all those times she's baked pies and snuck them over for Amy's birthday or the times she's offered to quickly fix Rhett's dislocated arm because he was too stubborn to lose his bull riding competition and Flo happened to be the only person nearby somewhat medically trained.
Rhett hums softly to himself, scratching at his beard before returning to the fence, "no, but your family hate me."
Flo looks back down at him, her head tilting to the side as she eyed his facial expression - straight and hard. He hated her brothers just as much as they hated him, they never got along since they were kids. All those fights Perry would get into that Rhett had to step in to help, her brothers and the Abbott boys were just those group of people that were never going to get along no matter what. Which was probably why it was all the more frustrating when he began seeing their sister behind their backs. Flo and Rhett weren't together, they didn't make anything official or even acknowledged any form of relationship between them both - they were just two people who were occasionally having sex when they wanted and that was that. Rhett's family knew however, after being caught by Perry and his dad making out in perry's truck, any second later they would've seen a lot more than saliva and tongue.
"Since when did their opinions on you matter?" Her question was straight to the point, there should've been no reason for Rhett to be concerned about what her family thought, especially after all this time. He wasn't dating her, it was just sex, there shouldn't be any amount of pressure or concern on something that was intended to be light and fun. Rhett's jaw ticks and his eyes narrow down on what he was doing, he took a long moment to answer which only added unnecessary weight to Flo's question in general. "It doesn't," he finally mumbles before sitting back on his heels, the pool of sweat beads building up on his forehead was quickly swept away by the sleeve of his hoodie. He looks up at her again, facial expression more relaxed than the moment earlier while he got a real good luck at her.
The waves in her blonde hair that sprawled down her spine which had gotten lighter under the sun after spending her summer working on her ranch or reading outside if she weren't with Rhett, the red and white checkered shirt she decided to wear which was almost too big for her figure and the short blue denim shorts Rhett could only catch a glimpse of from the angle he was watching her at. His lips tug to a light smirk on his face, "you look nice. Any reason why?"
She shifts a little from the question before tugging a strand behind her ear, "not for you if that's what you're wondering." Which was a complete lie to herself, she wanted to look nice to come see him even if for a simple favour, it was just that the event she had to attend after so was an added excuse. "I've got a date." The smugness in her tone and the way her red lips had become a perfect smile made Rhett abandon his completely as he frowns, standing up from the fence so now Flo had to look up at him. He dusts off his hands and takes his cigarette from his mouth to stub it out, all while trying to read the expression on her face, she wasn't lying. "Oh really?"
"Terry?" He repeats the name back to her like he couldn't believe it, and he couldn't, what business would the two even have with each other? To Rhett they was so fundamentally different. Terry was reserved and old school, couldn't shout at a worm if he tried to, but Flo was the complete opposite - more like himself, Rhett wanted to believe. "The barista, Terry?" He didn't mean to show his ego in that question, to belittle the man for the career path he had chosen, but Rhett just couldn't help that sneer from bubbling out the surface. Flo could only shrug, "he asked me out last Friday while I was trying to order a drink. It'd be wrong to not at least give it a go."
Last Friday? Rhett scoffs dryly at the words, taking a step back to look away from Flo as he scratched the irritation in his beard, "that's why you didn't show up to my training, huh? For Terry," he didn't acknowledge the mocking tone that came up in his voice when he said his name till it was in the air and he saw the frown it had earned him from Flo, he needed to stop before he created more trouble than good for himself. "You had other people there, I figured you were alright." Flo tried to explain calmly, talking as though it was simply that and that it didn't matter at all to her.
"I would've liked my-" his words strangled in his throat once he realised what he was going to say and how aggressively he was going to say it, and he didn't want to snap, it didn't feel right to do so. So he decides to fix his tone into a softer one, "could've told me."
Flo didn't ignore how he didn't look at her once since she brought up the topic, even with the brown hoodie drowning his body she could see how his shoulders rose and tensed with emotions and how his jaw hadn't been able to relax since. She figured it was as he said it, that she didn't tell him why she weren't at his practice and it did make her feel like a shitty person. She climbs down from the fence and rubs the sides of her forehead, thinking of an apology suited enough - but it didn't feel right after she just gloated in his face with the biggest smile known to man. "I just came by wondering if you'd help me."
And when he didn't respond she continues on, "my brothers left me to do all the chores and I just have one thing to do before I go..." she tilts her head to gauge his reaction as he stood sideways, his hand still on his jaw as the other occupied his hip and his eyes glued to the dirt and grass below him. "Rhett-"
"You're asking me to help you so you can arrive on time to your date?" The idea once said out loud sounded humours to Rhett, just with him being the punchline, "I can do it myself, Rhett." Flo confirms, a little harder this time, she did one thing wrong but she wasn't going to let him give her the villain cut in this story.
"I just need a few batches of hay shifted from the truck to the barn, that's it." She didn't wait for a response, she couldn't, why should she sit around in his wallowing over her missing one practice - she couldn't remember the amount of times he's been there for her book club - as boring as it may have sounded. She turns and begins to walk through the grass again, making a beeline back to her own ranch. Even as she heard the fence separating them creak under added pressure followed by the dull sound of boots clicking towards her she didn't stop or turn, even when she felt Rhett silently join her side - their shoulders silently brushing on their walk through the uneven ground, she didn't make show of acknowledging it despite the idea of Rhett dropping everything to hop a fence to follow her having her fighting off a smile.
Once they reached her ranch and arrived at her barn, Rhett still hadn't given up his vow of silence as he began to strip off his hoodie and toss it aside - leaving him in nothing but sweaty muscles and tensing tattoos that Flo had to stare hard at the ground to avoid - he moved towards the truck set centre in the wooden space and pulled down the boot so he had better access to the hay. He began working just like that, grabbing the hay with grunting strength and throwing them aside with callousness, he was clearly letting his frustration out on the poor hay - but as long as he wasn't causing damage, Flo didn't interfere.
Instead she took liberty of sitting down on a stray hay as she watched, any other day she would've been cat calling him as she watched till he felt cocky enough to fuck in her spot, but not right now. Right now she just watched back and forth as he worked without words being spoke, despite the amount of creative lustful remarks being wasted in her brain. It was when he had thrown his sixth hay across the barn did he pause to look at her, finally saying what looked like had been lingering on his mind since he had started, "why didn't you tell me he asked you out?" he said breathlessly, verbally and physically exhausted from the amount of work he's been doing.
Flo finally stands at his attention being put on her again, making the effort to approach him till he held up a finger and sighed, "just - stay there and answer, please." He licked a sharp streak across his rough bottom lip before placing his hand back down and returning to the hay, Flo obliges, pausing in her stride to give him the space he wanted as she answered "did I need to?"
"I mean, it's not like we're friends, I don't need to tell you whenever a guy hits on me." Rhett purses his lips at her answer as he threw a hay more aggressively than he did the others, the sound of it meeting the ground making a sharp echo that had Flo flinching slightly. "So we're not friends, Flo?" He glances at her, "you spend almost everyday with me, sometimes with my family, and I'm still not considered a friend."
"Coming to my bull rides isn't sex, neither is eating dinner with my family," he lets out a dry huff, "I mean fucking sitting in my truck just to talk to me isn't sex!"
He had a point and she couldn't prove otherwise, she could only close her mouth and watch the frustration build up as he threw the hay, "you don't want to give me the title of your boyfriend, fine, but after all that I deserve to at least be considered a friend."
"You're right," she said almost instant, "I'm sorry I've been an asshole. You are my friend, Rhett, I guess I just didn't know what to call you since we ya'know."
He hums as his response, "and I'm sorry I missed your practice or that I didn't even give you an explanation," she tries to see a sign of relaxation, a drop to his shoulder, a gentler approach to the hay, a sigh or even his brows just dropping flat - but he remained the same, if not even more angrier. He didn't need to accept her apology immediately, but he never remained this angry at her for this long, especially over a misunderstanding. It had her wondering if she had completely misplaced his anger entirely. "You're not angry about me missing practice though, are you?"
" 'course not." He strains, taking his cap off his head so he could throw it to the ground - letting his long unkempt light brown hair loose, "don't care about fuckin' practice that much. I never show up to your book club."
"Then what," Flo found herself begging, going against his wishes to walk up to him so he had no choice but to ignore the distractions of the hay. She grabs his arm and stops him from what he was doing, turning him slightly to look at her, he was stiff all over. "Is it the date itself?" She took a shot into the dark, hoping that she hadn't misread him this entire time. That the entire time they were sleeping together he wanted a lot more, or at some point decided he wanted more from it. She would've felt like the worse person on earth if she didn't notice it and then proceeded to flaunt her upcoming date to him. Rhett only looks away, rolling his jaw slightly but not answering - but that was an answer enough.
Flo releases his arm and shakes her head, she wasn't angry that her suspicions were proven right, she was angry that she found out like this - that he didn't even tell her. That he waited till another guy attempted to take the spot she left open for Rhett for him to actually do something. "Fucks sake, Rhett." She mumbles, taking her eyes off of him the second he looks at her.
"That's a little unfair, don't ya' think?"
"Let me be selfish then, I don't care if it means you don't go." It was his turn to grab her arm, "he doesn't even know you like I do - not just sexually, I know you as a whole and you know it, darlin'."
Flo looks up at him with a slow huff, she knew she was going to stay way before he asked, she knew from the puppy dog look he was smartly using against her that she was going to stay. So she laughs, flatly but she laughs, the entire situation seeming stupid now that she knew why exactly they were arguing. He wanted her, he just was too stupid to actually say it. She doesn't wait to lift herself on the tips of her toes, catching him in a kiss that Rhett didn't hesitate to melt into, needing the familiarity more than anything right now. Flo wraps her arms around his neck, something she did when she wanted him to lift her - and he does, hooking his rough hands around the back of her thighs and bringing her up into the air like she was nothing. Her legs instinctively wrap around him, the new angle causing the hips of his jeans to meet hers head on. "I'm sorry.." Rhett whispers lightly over her lips, apologising for wasting time and not telling her sooner.
Flo shushes him however, her hands moving up to the ruff of curls at the back of his head, and Rhett took that as a mission - falling silent as he kisses her back more eagerly, deciding to let out his apologies and jealousy into the kiss. His tongue slips in with a brutality Flo didn't expect but certainly didn't hate.
She was going to leave him.
She could've been on this date right now with the barista.
They could've been sharing a milkshake whilst he had her laughing over jokes about coffee beans.
He brings her down gently to her feet, breaking the kiss so he could move her towards the front of the truck, Flo could practically feel his thoughts - the jealousy pulsing through his mind of the what ifs and the hatred he had for himself for being too coward enough to say something about it. She wanted to ease his emotions, of course she did, but the way he was manhandling her - jerking open the truck door and pushing her inside till she was flat against the cream leather seats - she couldn't tell where else her body was going to be placed in order for her to actually act accordingly. She props herself on her elbows, raising her brows at the brunette who still stood by the open door - one arm resting above it and the over hoovering over his belt. He was waiting for her to object.
"In Trevor's truck? Really?" She smiles slightly, an indicator that she was okay with everything he was doing, it finally caused him to crack a smile of his own. He shrugs, "it'd give Perry's truck a breather for a change."
And it'd be his own little victory against her brothers.
Flo sits upright, quickly shaking her head at him, Rhett laughs before climbing in over her "that's my girl." He let's the weight of his body lie her back down, his lips meeting hers with a long peck before he pulls away and scoots down, he was moving quickly - clearly with a clear goal in mind, or so pent up that the idea of taking time like they were used to was completely out the window. "Take that top off," he nods his head at the checkered shirt, waiting till she began to snap off the buttons before he began to work at her shorts. Unbuttoning the fabric before zipping it down.
His breath catches at what he found, a white cotton with white lace decorating over the top of it matched with a white thin laced bra - so thin the pink buds of sensations peaked through and stood obviously tall. He swallows and snaps his eyes up to meet Flo's with a new look on his face that she couldn't even put a pin on, "that was for him?"
"It was for you, he was never going to see these."
"He never is." He said it like he was sure, like it was fact already decided by the universe. He continues his actions, shimmying off the rest of her shorts and tossing them out behind him into the barn, "how long till your brothers are back?" He mumbles his question between the cold wet pecks of kisses he was trailing around her belly button, her breathing deepens, "they went to the bar. We've got all night."
"I'll take you here then I'm bringing you to my room." He was quick with what he was saying, but not as quick as he was in pushing his hand down the fabric covering her heat, letting his middle finger soak in and drag up her wetness in a slow drag that made Flo shudder back into the seat. He repeats the action a few more times, dragging his hand through her folds and watching her reaction - and then he lands on her clit, pushing his finger flat against it before swallowing her moan with a kiss. His tongue slides around her mouth before he starts to move, circling her clit slowly and mockingly, laughing into her mouth as he feels her already whimpering at the slow touch.
Flo's hips rises and falls as she attempts to feel more of him, to get him to move faster, but he forces her hips down and pins them still with his spare hand. Rhett pulls from her lips and begins to kiss at the pulse on her neck, licking and sucking till white skin turned a deep purple. They both knew hickeys were off the table, one look from her family and it'd raise hell for Flo, but tonight she knew more than anything that Rhett wanted to claim her in anyway he could and there was no stopping that. Besides, why would she when her obliging with his act earned her what she wanted, Rhett to move his fingers faster.
"Fuck Rhett," she rubs her hands through his hair, pushing back stray strands while her body twitched and writhed beneath him - and then he stops, just as heat began to climb up throughout her body he just stops, pulling his hand away and out from her underwear. Flo's head snaps up, fast enough it could've actually snapped off her neck, "Rhett what the fuck?"
Rhett smiles and brings a harsh snap to the under part of her thigh, "relax, girl." He climbs off her, hooking the sides of her underwear as he began to pull them down her thighs and off to the side. He looks at her with low eyes, giving himself a low whistle as he eyed the curves down to her visible cunt - and then with his head rested on the roof of the car he began to snap off his belt, pulling it from around him before working on his jeans. The sweat on his bare torso glistening and pulsing as his muscles worked, the tan he began to form from working under the sun gave him a light brown hue. He looked unreal, even as he was looking at her like a predator would prey, he was just unbelievably handsome. Flo nudges back till she hit the other door of the truck, giving Rhett enough space to slip his jeans and boots off, that was when she decided to say "I want you to sit down."
"Huh?" He raises his brows breathlessly, and then his smile widens, "you wanna ride me, baby?" She nods, watching as he changes in an instant, dropping down on the seat and spreading his legs. He still had his boxers on, although they weren't doing much of an effort to hide the tall tent poking through them. Rhett catches her eyeing its form and with a slight chuckle he reaches into the small pocket of his boxers and slips out his cock, letting it plop out pink and twitching painfully. It doesn't matter how many times she's seen it before, it never failed to leave her speechless.
"You gon' ride, cowgirl?" Rhett nudges her back into focus, already taking liberty to take slow pump of his length. Flo moves, taking hold of the shaft herself as she lifts herself to hover over it, "look at me as you sink. I wanna see the moment I enter." And she does, lining Rhett with her entrance before sliding on slowly, the slow stretch having them both sucking in breaths till she hits the base and then they moan.
"That's it - that's perfect." Rhett shudders under her as his hands grip on the bare skin of Flo, the feeling of him filling her whole and creating a pool of heat to form again, she doesn't hesitate to move - rocking her hips back and forth at a pace that had the truck creaking and shaking from their actions. Rhett was losing his breath, rolling his eyes closed as Flo watched his chest rise and fall with unnatural speed. "Like that," his thumb circled the skin of her hip bone, "like I'm yours, Flo, I'm yours."
Rhett loved to ramble, especially during sex when he's too pussy drunk on lust that he'd be saying anything that rolled off the tongue, it was one of the many things he did that had her fluttering and her hips stuttering. She grinds down harder on him, maintaining her quick pace but abusing her clit on the skin of his abdomen - the juices flowing from her grind and marking his flesh. She let out breathy moans, her voice rasping out moans till she began to think she was going to lose her voice and thank fuck her ranch was currently vacant. Rhett lets out a grunt, deciding to meet her movements as he fucks himself into her, chasing her aggressive grinding, chasing the feeling they were both fighting for. The sudden feeling of him exiting her before hitting her cervix wall with a brutal attack combined with the sway of her hips left Flo dragging out her moans, her eyes rolling close as she bottoms out and collapses on to Rhett for support. Her head losing itself in the sweaty crook of his neck as her blonde hair sprawled across his chest, she breathed him - engulfing the scent of leather, grass, and cigarettes and aiming to take everything he had to offer.
"No, you look at me." Rhett demands, using his spare hand to wrap her hair around his fist as he pulled her back, pulling her head backwards and making her arch to a point she looked like she could snap. "Look at me," he speaks again, keeping her held like that so he could watch her nipples brush the fabric of her bra. He takes a hand up and slaps the bouncing pair, letting Flo gasp before she could look at him again, "atta girl." He rasps, "I love you, Flo."
And then abruptly, his pace slows, the look of dumb lust quickly turned to seriousness as he stares up at her - brows furrowed and lips parted to breathe. He frees her hair and that was when Flo nods back, "I love you too."
"Rhett," she reaches up to cup his face, his beard scratching her fingers, "I love you."
"Fuck." And then he was back to his original pace, his thighs beginning to tense and shake helplessly under her own and she knew more than anything what that meant, even as he began to blur his words together till the point he was repeating "so pretty," over and over again.
"Flo, I'm gonna.." he couldn't finish his words as they drowned under a whimper, Flo nods, "I know. I want you to cum."
"I want to cum after you-" He shakes his head at her, his eyes closing harshly as he brings his head to rest against her chest. But his words failed him as her hands met his hair again but this time with a light tug, immediately, causing him to spill into her with a shaky moan - his thrusts stuttering and crashing up into her as she felt him dripping each and every bit of himself into her until he was all drained. Flo thought he was finished, that he had nothing else in him, so she attempts to climb off - instead, he begins to move again - rough and with intention. His cock fucking in his cum up into her so nothing fell out, till every single drop was kept so far deep into her that it wouldn't come back out.
"Rhett-" her body burned and spiked up her spine as her eyes closed and all she could see was piercing white, she thought she was going blind, and it didn't help how Rhett stopped bucking into her and instead decided to hold her down on him as he rocked them both back and forth - letting his shaft rub against her walls and against that one spot that had her panting.
"Say you're mine, baby." He coos, bringing wet kisses to her shoulder and neck, "tell me that you're mine forever as I fill you pregnant."
His words were dirty, disgustingly blunt in a way she's never experienced with anyone, and oh did she not know what she was missing till she heard those words roll from his lips and spoken into her flesh. Rhett began to feel his second orgasm build again, but he didn't mind once he felt Flo's wall flutter against him. He smirks against her skin, "cum pretty girl."
That was all Flo seemingly needed to unwind the knot in her stomach, cumming as she screamed how she was Rhett's, how no one else mattered and they belonged together. Her orgasm flooding them both till she dripped onto his thighs, only met with the same condition as Rhett came for the second time. His moans loud and weak as they both held each other close.
When their orgasms rode out and dissipated, the truck was left hot with steam that smelt like sweat and sex. Flo could feel Rhett grow soft inside her till he slipped out with a hiss, but she didn't move off of him, she only kisses his lips in a soft peck before falling to his shoulder again - breathless and unable to move a muscle.
It felt as though they had just completed a month worth of workouts.
"where has this version of Rhett been?" She whispers, hearing the deep ripple of laughter erupt from his chest as he began stroking her hair, "did I hurt you?"
"Only where it mattered, Rhett." She blows out some much needed hair in hopes it'd cool her down, "I definitely need a shower though."
She feels Rhett shift under her, sinking into the seat till they were almost lying down, "spend the night at mine, tell your brothers your with a friend or something. My mom's made brisket."
The thought alone had her salivating, if anyone knew how to make a good brisket, it was Cecilia. "I'd love that," she leans back so she was meeting his face again, his face tired like he was on the brink of death, "am I expecting you to join me in this shower?"
He huffs out a laugh, "definitely."
