Ingredients: 18+ MDNI, Rhett Abbott x Reader x Bob Floyd/The Floytt's. Suggestive fluff, ogling over Bob Floyd's ass (and doing something about it).
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"Which one of you," Bob's voice echoes, muffled by the washing machine, "keeps leaving change in your pockets?"
His words go in one ear and out the other.
What did he just say? You haven't the slightest clue.
To your left, Rhett's eyes meet with yours, before returning to the sight of your mutual partner, pert ass in the air. You don't need words to know that you're both thinking of the same thing.
Bob, entirely unaware of what's going on, remains laser-focused on the task at hand, plucking coins out from the bottom of the washer.
It's amusing how he hasn't the slightest knowledge of the show he's putting on. Bent over, wearing nothing but those tight, black boxers. The tips of his toes slide against the floor, thick thighs flexing as he tries to reach another coin.
Rhett's hand rises. So does yours.
In sync, you creep forward, poised like a pair of lions, ready to strike.
Smack!
"Hey!" Bob yelps. His head smacks against the top of the washer with a resonating thunk, legs flailing. "What was that for?"
"Y' can't put your ass in the air like that 'n expect to get away with it," Rhett laughs, his big hands settling onto Bobby's squirming hips, squeezing them tight. You don't know if you're mesmerized by the curve of Bob's ass or the veins that bulge in Rhett's forearms.
Both?
Both is good.
There's an echoing clatter of something falling into the washing machine, chased by Bob's frustrated grumble. Finally, he emerges, glasses now missing from his face, baby blue eyes squinting as he tries to take in his surroundings.
Bless him, the struggle is making him go a bit cross-eyed.
"Rhett—" He squeaks, pawing at the sturdy arms that have already coiled around his waist. "Wait, my glasses!"
It's a losing battle, Rhett's already gotten hold of him, and you all know it. A wicked grin breaks across Rhett's face, intercepting the sloppy kisses he's pressing into the side of Bob's pale neck.
Bob's brow furrows. Realization visibly strikes. "Were you two staring at my rear this whole time?"
Now it's your turn to bend into the washer, plucking Bob's glasses from the bottom. Careful, you slide them back onto his face. "Can you blame us?"
"Yes!" He jerks backward, trying to break out of Rhett's grasp. But he's used that trick before; Rhett doesn't so much as budge. The defeat is so heavy that Bob deflates. "You two said you'd help with the laundry."
Your thigh slips between Bob's, pressing gently. "But we are helping!" You chirp, innocent hands rising to press against his chest, pushing him further into Rhett and his devilish mouth.
"All you've done is ogle at me and feel—mmh, feel me up," Bob's lashes flutter, his head tilting back for a fleeting second. His hips jump forward, shallowly grinding into your leg with a frustrated little grumble. Too much? Not enough?
Another slap echoes through the laundry room, Rhett's greedy hand squeezing another handful of Bob's poor ass.
Bob jumps, yelping. "Hey!"
All at once, Rhett stops, letting him go in an instant. "Y' want us to stop?"
You can't tell if this is all part of Rhett's elaborate plan, or if something's genuinely set the alarm bells blaring. Just like him, you step away, as if one more touch might cause someone to explode.
"I never..." Bob gulps, fighting to speak through labored breath. "I never said that."
Nobody moves.
At once, Bob spins. His hand darts out, tangling in Rhett's messy hair and hauling your cowboy forward, mouths crashing so hard that you hear their teeth clatter. Rhett winces. Bob doesn't. As if a switch has flipped, he reaches for you next, his thumb hooking into your belt loop and hauling you into the fray.
thinking about how rhett would drop everything if you called and told him you needed him to come pick you up. doesn’t matter where you are, who you’re with, how long it takes to get there. he will jump in his truck and come to get you immediately. he’s always, always there for you.
Love love love your Rhett posting 💜 I'm slowly making my way through the series (2 eps in) and I'm already chewing on him like a dog 😅 I'm still trying to get a handle on writing him but going through your tag has been helping me get thoughts in order!
so glad you're enjoying all my rhett rambling and whatnot! i love yapping about him, posting about him, making everything about him. he is my favorite lewis character and i have spent so much time rotating him around in my brain like it's a microwave, hehe. i would also recommend going through @delopsia's blog because they understand that cowboy like no other! her portrayal of rhett is and always will be my all time favorite.
