so i read your rhett fic now i need really angry rhett driving back with reader after a failed tournament and then they fuck in the backseat
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pairing: rhett abbott x f!reader
AN: i yearn for the rhett requests…. thank you for feeding them. this is also probably not the greatest.. i am a bit rusty, i fear
warnings: second person writing, smut, unprotected p-in-v, fingering, spitting, rough sex, creampie, semi-public truck sex? its on the side of the road, petname uses of ‘baby’, ‘sweet girl’’, ‘good girl’, ‘darlin’’
summary: after a failed tournament, rhett’s pissed, which ends up with the two of you having sex in the backseat of his truck. (basically an nsfw version of the last rhett fic LOL)
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You were in for a long night.
The moment Rhett hit the dirt, not even four seconds after he was out of the chute, you knew this was going to be one for the books.
The bull had thrashed fiercely, its massive horns and snapping hooves sending him sprawling in a frantic, uncontrolled tumble.
Rhett’s body hit the ground hard, dust kicking up around him as he scrambled to his feet, cursing under his breath.
You could see the rage simmering behind his eyes. His jaw clenched tightly, fists curling as he dusted himself off, the muscles in his shoulders tense and rigid.
You knew him well enough to read the signs—the heaviness in his steps, the way his shoulders were hunched, as if he carried an invisible weight.
“You alright?” you called out softly, but he didn’t turn around immediately. His gruff voice, when he finally responded, carried a hint of irritation.
“Go ahead and wait in the truck. I need a second,” he said, voice gravelly, almost like sandpaper.
You hesitated, arms crossed, before you made your way towards the truck.
A few minutes later, you watched him stalk toward his vehicle. The sound of his keys jingling as he fumbled with them broke the tense silence. The slam of his truck door echoed through the lot, harsh and final.
It wasn’t long before the engine roared to life, and Rhett pulled out of the lot, leaving a trail of dust behind. The hum of the engine was the only sound filling the cab, thick with unspoken tension.
He was silent—his breathing heavy, almost like he was fighting back frustration. The faint tapping of his foot against the floorboard kept time with the soft, crackling country station playing on the radio.
You stole quick glances at him, noting the tight set of his shoulders, the clenched jaw that betrayed his usual calm exterior.
You reached out, hesitating just briefly, and gently rubbed his shoulder in an attempt to offer comfort.
Rhett let out a long, slow sigh, then moved one hand from the wheel, reaching down to grasp your thigh. His thumb brushed against the fabric of your pants, rough and lingering.
“You okay?” Your voice was low, almost concerned.
“Fine,” he replied firmly, but you knew better. His lie hung in the air like smoke. Rhett always did that—pretended he was fine, even when he wasn’t.
He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his expression.
Before you could say another word, he suddenly veered the truck onto the shoulder of the road, the tires crunching gravel beneath them. His eyes darted to the rearview mirror, then he threw the gear into park with a decisive clunk.
“Backseat. Now,” he ordered, voice sharp and commanding.
Your eyes widened, lips parting in shock.
But you didn’t argue. Instead, you hurriedly climbed into the backseat, a small yelp escaping your lips when Rhett’s hand landed sharply on your ass, a quick smack that spurred you on.
He followed after you, his hat falling off and into the driver’s seat as he shifted into the cramped space behind you.
His jacket was yanked off hastily, and with a rough grasp, he grabbed your thighs, pulling them around his waist.
You already knew where this was headed, and honestly, you weren’t going to complain. Not tonight.
The backseat was tight, more so than usual, but this wasn’t your first rodeo here. You’d make it work.
His voice was rough, almost a growl: “Strip… clothes off. Now.”
You nodded, already pulling your shirt over your head, the fabric landing somewhere on the floor of the truck. His hands were quick, fumbling with your pants, tugging them down your legs with urgent, impatient movements.
“Need to get this outta my system,” Rhett muttered, voice thick with desire. “You gonna let me, huh, baby?”
Your lips pressed into a thin line, but your body betrayed you, trembling with anticipation. You bit your lip and reached out, tugging at his shirt, desperate to get him in the same state as you.
He helped you pull it off, revealing his toned, sun-kissed chest in the dim glow of the cabin.
Muscles rippled beneath his skin as he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a messy, desperate kiss—tongues tangling, breaths mingling. His hands found your bra straps, quickly unclasping them and letting the garment slip down your arms.
You tossed it somewhere into the front of the truck, already reaching for your panties, which you hurriedly pushed down your legs.
Rhett immediately spat on his hand, fingers already slick with spit, and brushed them over your swollen clit, desperate and needy.
“Rhett—” you moaned, your head tipping back against the seat as pleasure spiked through you.
“Mhmm,” he murmured, voice rough. “Just gettin’ you ready, sweet girl…”
His fingers pressed against your slick folds, rubbing in slow circles, before two of them slipped inside you, stretching and filling you inch by inch.
You pressed your hips forward instinctively, your lips forming a small ‘o’ as your body responded involuntarily.
“Yeah… you like that, huh?” Rhett drawled, his voice thick with lust. “Just love my fingers stuffin’ this pretty pussy…”
“Fuck—yes,” you choked out, your hands clutching at his wrist, trying to guide him or push him away, unsure of which. The line between pleasure and need blurred in that moment.
His fingers pumped faster, the wet, slick sounds of arousal echoing softly in the confined space, mixing with your ragged breathing.
Your hips bucked, and your eyelids fluttered as your orgasm built—tightening, spiraling. Rhett pulled his fingers out suddenly, leaving you whining and desperate for more.
“No—why’d you stop?” you begged, voice trembling.
He licked his fingers clean, humming softly as he did, then reached for his belt, the clinking of metal heightening the anticipation.
“Gonna fuck you senseless,” he muttered, voice darkening. “That’s what you want, ain’t it?”
You nodded quickly, eyes glued to him as he tugged down his pants, his thick, throbbing erection springing free, slick with pre-cum.
“Yeah… my sweet girl’s gonna take it, ain’t she?” he taunted, voice rough.
“Mmhm,” you hummed, eyes glossy with need, lips parted in anticipation.
He pumped his hand around his shaft a few times, then pressed the swollen tip to your damp folds, rubbing through your slickness before slowly pushing inside.
The warm, delicious stretch made you gasp—your eyes fluttered shut as he bottomed out with a low groan, hands gripping your hips so tightly they could almost bruise.
Without hesitation, Rhett began to thrust, each movement rough and primal, hips slapping against yours in a relentless rhythm.
His grunts and heavy breathing filled the small space, mingling with your own filthy moans and cries.
“Rhett—oh, god, baby—” you moaned, your voice breaking as he pulled you closer, each thrust pushing you further into the edge.
He was rougher now, gripping your breast, squeezing hard enough to leave marks. His cock was pounding into you, hitting that one perfect spot that made your toes curl and your vision blur, the tip of his cock was practically kissing your cervix with each thrust.
“So… fuckin’ good,” Rhett growled, leaning down close so his breath was hot against your skin. “Take me so well, darlin’.”
His hand moved to grip your jaw, fingers curling around your face as he muttered in that gravelly voice: “Open your mouth… stick out that tongue.”
You obeyed instantly, sticking your tongue out—before he spat into your mouth. The warm liquid slid down your throat, and you swallowed reflexively.
“Swallow,” Rhett commanded, his voice rough and commanding. “Good girl.”
He leaned back, resuming his relentless pace, pounding into you with a ferocity that made your head spin. His fingers quickly found your clit, rubbing tight circles, intensifying your pleasure.
Your body was trembling, heat pooling low in your stomach. “I’m so close… Rhett…” you whimpered, feeling that hot coil tighten with each brutal thrust.
“Yeah? Gonna cum for me, baby?” he muttered, gripping your hip tighter, as if to hold you in place. “Make a mess on my cock. Show me how much you want it.”
Your eyes fluttered shut, tears threatening to spill as the waves of pleasure crashed over you. His movements grew sloppier, desperate, as the tension mounted. “So good- So fucking good..”
And then it hit—your orgasm washed over you in heavy waves. You choked out a loud, wanton moan, your hands clutching onto his arms for some form of stability.
The tight squeeze of your walls around him sent Rhett over the edge himself, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled inside you, thrusting a few more times for good measure.
He groaned, trembling as he emptied himself into you, then slowly collapsed onto you, his body heavy and damp with sweat. You were panting, trembling, completely spent, limbs gone limp from the intensity.
His hands brushed over your sides, soothing and gentle now, before he carefully started to pull out, the sudden emptiness leaving you aching and craving more with a whine.
He breathed out through clenched teeth, the cool night air hitting his sensitive, soaked cock as he watched your mixed release slowly drip from your aching, used hole.
His lip curled at the sight, and he brought his fingers to your pussy, plunging them right back in to gently fuck his cum back inside.
“Rhett—” you whined softly, sore and oversensitive, “It’s too much, babe—”
“Shh, I know,” he whispered, voice rough. “Just want it to stay.”
“Think you can keep it all in ’til we get home?” He asked softly.
“Hope so,” you muttered, and he leaned down to press soft, lingering kisses against your face—your forehead, your cheek, your nose—until finally, his lips captured yours in a slow, tender kiss.
It was a stark contrast to the roughness just moments before, a quiet reassurance amid the chaos.
He brushed his fingers through your hair, whispering softly, “So good for me… always.”
You chuckled weakly, wincing as you tried to sit up. “Let’s just get home before I make an even bigger mess of your seats…”
Rhett laughed, quickly stuffing his semi-softened cock back into his pants. “Plenty of other surfaces that need christening back home,” he teased with a smirk, helping you get yourself situated again.
And despite the exhaustion, you knew this night was far from over. It was going to be an even longer, more intense night than you’d expected.
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