The absolute need for Rhett and his piss kink is insane, I’m feral rn
i don't know why, but him having a piss kink is just so fitting. i can picture it so clearly. @sebsxphia were just talking about him sort of conditioning you to it, like he'll pull you into a dark alley and the second you hear him unbuckling his belt, you're dropping to your knees, ready to let him soak you. afterward, he presses his cock to your lips and tells you "g'on, suck it clean baby." like!!! it's just so sexy
idk if your requests are currently open but if they are then can i request face pissing with bob reynolds please, i live for how you write him 💠
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Getting to shower together was a rare occurrence for you and Robert. Most of the time, the tower was too busy, and the risk of being walked in on together was just too great not to mention the fact that you could be pulling away for a mission at any time which often meant starting something that you couldn’t finish, much to the disappointment of both of you.
Today, though, today was a lazy Sunday morning, and everyone else apparently decided to sleep in, besides you and Rob. He was the one to bring up showering together, which didn’t really surprise you, he could be pretty tactile in the morning, and he found it hard to pull away so when he didn’t have to, he really liked to indulge and you never complained.
Robby lets you stand under the water first, watches as you lather up your hair with shampoo, but in hindsight, he probably should’ve been the one to go first. He had just been so excited about getting the morning with you that he didn’t think about his bodily functions. With a small grunt, he tapped you on your shoulder only to make you open your eyes.
“Can you move over?” 
“What? No, Robby, I— I still have to rinse out my hair.” you gesture to your sud-filled locks as if he can’t see them.
“it’ll just take a minute,” he insists, “I really gotta piss”
You can’t help but look him over, noticing the subtle way he squirms, shifting from and something clicks inside you. “okay, go ahead” You say simply.
“I need you to move out of the way, I can’t, well, I don’t want to pee on you,”
“Why not?” you ask like he said he didn’t wanna go to a movie with you. “oh, would this help?” You sink down until your knees touch the porcelain of the tub, looking up at him.
“Holy fucking shit” Rob gasps, pupils already blown with arousal as he looks down at you. “You know I can’t pee if I’m hard right?”
“Better stop thinking dirty thoughts then”
It takes him a minute, but eventually Roberts bladder releases, and all you can feel is warmth hitting your face and then trickling down your chest. It just keeps going and going, but you don’t open your mouth, that was something to bring out for another day.
Robert groans when he pees, low and euphoric, an indicator of the fact that he was probably holding it all night and how badly he really needed to go when he finally asked you to move.
You can tell when his stream is starting to come to an end, the pressure that hits your face is getting lighter and lighter. You can’t help but whine, wanting more even though you know that he doesn’t have anymore to give. Not right now anyway.
Once you’re sure that he’s completely done and you weren’t about to get any urine in places you didn’t want it, you let your eyes flutter open and look up at him again, face completely drenched. He’s hard above you, you can tell, and he’s already working himself over, hand fisted tightly on his cock, jerking it harder and faster than you’ve ever seen from him before.
The noises that he had previously quieted when his bladder was empty were now picking up again. Groans and moans of pleasure that bounced off the tile walls of the shower. You didn’t move, even as you could see the way his dick against his fingers. This was not new to you so you didn’t even flinch when his milky white cum splattered against your face where his piss had just been and the remnants still were and if he got a little in your hair, well, you still had to finish rinsing it.
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Summary: Finally, after all these years, you get to marry the two most important people in your life.
Warnings: MDNI, mainly fluff but it does get pretty spicy in the middle, oral sex(f! receiving, fingering), childhood best friends to strangers to lovers, established poly relationship, poly marriage, very light angst, reader is wearing a wedding dress, veil, and tiara, banter, teasing
Word Count: 4.4k (Im ded because WHAT)
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Rhett kept fumbling with his tie, zoning in on every part of his suit in the mirror. Stretching his arms out front, messing with his cufflinks as he tried to feel some sort of normalcy when soft hands enveloped his shoulders, bringing him back from where the cowboy’s mind had wondered.
"You okay?"
Rhett huffed. He loved the man behind him more than he thought possible, more than Rhett thought he could love anyone (besides you of course), but it infuriated him how much Robert Floyd could read the bull rider like the back of his hand.
"S'fine, just... nerves is all" Rhett kept tugging at his tie, trying to get it right, but his hands kept shaking. Steady hands engulfed Rhett's, who tried to shake them off only for Bob to ‘tut’ at him.
“I got it.”
Rhett admitted defeat, something he rarely ever did, and let Bob take over, the pilot fixing his soon to be husbands tie as he looked over the man. Bob could tell there was something on Rhett’s mind. The way Rhett was fidgeting with everything and gnawing at his bottom lip, something both you and Bob had noticed he did whenever something was eating at him.
Bob sighed, “Ok, come on. Out with it. What’s eating at ya?”
Rhett stared at anywhere but the blue eyes boring into him, “S’nothing, just…s’nothing” he shook his head, turning away from the comforting hold of his fiancé.
Now this made Bob worried, “Hey, come on. What’s wrong? Is it… are you getting cold feet or something? Are you second guessing-?”
Rhett scoffed, a look of offense on his face, “ ’course not! How could ya ever think a thing?”
Bob raised his hands in surrender, eyes apologetic, “Hey, hey I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Didn’t mean it like that just… I can tell something off. You know you can tell me, tell us, anything.”
“I know I just… I can’t believe we’re actually doing it. Didn’t think I’d ever… I don’t know, have this.” Rhett motioned his hands between the two, “Ya know? Something so… good.”
Bob felt a pang in his heart, the thought that his Rhett could ever think he wasn’t worthy of a love so kind and soft made his eyes tear up, the WSO already so emotional from the pre-wedding jitters. Bob said nothing as he crushed Rhett into his chest, Bob had 3 inches on Rhett, so the perfect height for Rhett to nudge his face into Bobs shoulders as Bob rubbed his sides.
They stayed there until the door to their room opened, Perry, Bradley and Mickey standing at the doorway, smiles and chuckles thrown at the canoodling couple before Mickey nodded his head to the door, “Come on fellas, time go get hitched!”
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"Nat..."
The pilot was securing the back of your veil, making sure not a piece of your dress is out of site, "Yeah sweets?"
"Where's the tiara?!"
That may have been the most dumbfounded look you've ever seen on your soon to be husbands best friends face.
"Umm..."
"...Nat-"
"Don't freak out! It's in my bag!" She rubbed your sides, "Just breath, sweets, just breath. You're all good. Nothing’s happening today besides you marrying the loves of your life, okay?"
You nodded at her comforting words. You never felt more anxiety than today, ever the perfectionist and constantly worried about disappointing your guests, and more importantly anxious to finally say "I do" to the men you've been in love with since you met all those years ago. Well back then it wasn’t really love, not yet. It was more of a childhood crush.
It started over a decade ago. Even as a child, Trevor Tillerson was still an annoying piece of shit. And while you and Rhett Abbott may have just been 10 years old, you weren't about to let him pick on lil Bobby Floyd. Just as Trevor was about to smash his glasses, Rhett jumped in, telling Trevor off while you helped Bob to his feet, wiping the dust off his glasses while he stared at you both, wide eyes full of surprise at his saviors.
The rest was history, all three of you becoming the best of friends. You and Bob would go watch Rhett at his steer riding rodeos, cheering him on as you sat with his family in the stands. You’d go to the Amelia County Fair together, riding the Ferris wheel, playing carnival games, and eating so much funnel cake Bob was doubled over moaning about never eating anything sweet ever again.
You’d try to ignore the flutter in your chest whenever Rhett held your hand as you walked to school together, or the heat pooling under your skin whenever Bob and you studied together, knees pressed against one another as you tried to focus on the algebra in your textbook and not at Bob’s crooked smile.
But as they say, all good things must come to an end. That was when you received your college acceptance letters. Bob had been accepted into one of the best aviation programs, all the way across the country, and you’d been accepted into your dream school, on the completely opposite side of the country, and Rhett was staying put in Wabang.
You’d talk about him joining you, coming along for the ride and visiting you and Bob when he had the time. Rhett would nod, a sad smile on his face because as much as he wanted to be able to, he wouldn’t be leaving Wabang anytime soon.
So, with tearful goodbyes, you hugged each other tighter than ever, promising to stay in touch, to write every chance you could. But like always, life got busy, got complicated. Phone calls and texts went from daily to weekly and then to almost nothing at all. It wasn’t until years later that you finally decided to come back home, did your life really start.
It was a heartfelt reunion at the, coincidentally, Amelia Country Fair. You’d quiet literally bumped into Rhett, almost falling flat on your ass if it wasn’t for the calloused hands that caught you by the waist. Your jaw dropped as you recognized those ocean blue eyes. You pulled him in, hugging him tight while he chuckled into your ear, the feeling of his breath hot against your skin making you flush all over.
Rhett looked good, older, some scruff on his chin, and a bit of wrinkle by his eyes, but still the boy you befriended all those years ago, just more of a man now. You were catching up, laughing along to one of his many bull riding stories when you heard a call of your names. You gasped when you realized.
Bob Floyd had grown. He used to be small, so small for his age. Even before he left, Rhett had a good six inches on him, but now, he was taller than the bull rider on your left. Gone were the lanky arms, this Bob was filled out and oh so ripped? When did that happen? You could see the muscles poking out from underneath his plain white t-shirt.
Your breath wasn’t the only one that was hitching. Rhett’s hand twitched at his side when he heard the familiar voice, turning slow as Bob stood about ten feet away. Rhett was so overwhelmed. He'd been so alone since you both left. There was never really anyone in Wabang who understood him like you two did. Sure, he had his family, but they didn't really know Rhett. They didn't understand him, his ticks, his quirks. He didn't feel the same unconditional support from them the way he felt it with you two. Now that he had you two back, he wasn't letting go.
Unexpectedly, or expectedly, it was Rhett that broke first, pulling you along as he closed the distance between you both and Bob, crushing the three of you in a hug so tight you almost couldn’t breathe. Bob laughed, "Out of all the places I'd run into you two again." Bob kissed your cheek, out of politeness or something else you didn't know, but it made you feel flushed all over. Bob laughed again when he tried to pull back and give you both a proper 'hello', but Rhett's hold on him only tightened. "And Rhett, you've grown out your hair."
You smiled, raising a brow at the cowboy when you noticed how red that comment made him. Interesting, very interesting. "How about we go get some funnel cake, huh?"
Bobs groan into your shoulder, "Please, no."
You cackled. Rhett snorted. Bob couldn't believe just how lucky he was.
You smiled at the memory, before a knock at the door startles you, making you turn.
It was Maverick, dressed impeccably sharp in his dressing blues as he pointed at his watch along his wrist. He had agreed to walk you down the aisle, after taking on an almost fatherly role with you since you met the man years ago. Always there to give advice or a shoulder to cry on if you ever needed it.
“Phoenix, they're ready for you.”
Nat nodded at the man, giving you one final squeeze as she ushered her way to where the rest of the bridesmaids were waiting for their queue.
“You look beautiful.”
You sent him an appreciative smile as you whispered a ‘thank you’ to the man. He had a look in his eyes as he took you in, a fond smile on his face as he extended his arm out for you, an almost unnoticeable water in his eyelines, “You ready?”
Just as the orchestra started playing, you nodded, “As I’ll ever be.”
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The cheers of your friends and family quieted at the shut of the car door. Usually, you three would never be caught dead spending so much money on something as silly as a limo, but the Dagger Squad insisted (Jake insisted) and they all pitched it and got it for you guys, so you could ride in style for the wedding reception.
Soft hands held your cheeks before even softer lips were on yours, making you squeak in surprise at your second kiss with the WSO as newlyweds. While Bob occupied your lips, calloused hands gripped your hand tight, like they’d never wanna let you go. Rhett bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing the rings he and Bob had just placed on your finger.
“Can’t believe we actually did it.” Rhett spoke between kisses as he made his way up your arm, until he found himself peppering your neck with kisses and nips.
You hummed, “Best believe it cowboy,” you winked as you turned to face Rhett, wrapping your arms around him as you bring him into a kiss this time.
Bob watched you two with a twinkle in his eye, “Stuck with us for good now.” Before he went took over Rhett’s place at your neck, kissing you as his hands started wondering, making their way under your dress and palming you through your underwear. You gasped against Rhett, your hips instinctively bucking into Bobs hand before all three of you shared a look.
You knew that once you made it back to the hotel for the reception, you wouldn’t have another chance for some fun until you stumbled into your hotel room at 4am, drunkenly giggling after one-to-many shots Jake and Perry would be shoving down your throats in celebration. And even then, you'd most likely be too drunk and too exhausted to actually have any fun. So, with a final nod, the limo filled with the sounds of lips locking and shaky breathing leaving the three of you, making you thank god that you got a limo where the back seats had complete privacy from the driver.
“Where you want us pretty girl?” Bob nipped at your ear as he spoke, hands massaging your thighs, trying to relax you as much as you can in the backseat of the limo.
You leaned into him, eyes closed and moaning as you tried to think. Your dress was too much to try to maneuver, making taking it off fully so you could have both your husbands inside you not a suitable option, so you thought of the next best thing, and it made you clench your legs together at the thought.
“Come on darlin’,” Rhett caressed your cheek, bringing you out of your fantasy that was already growing in your head, “We don’t got long before we’re at the hotel. Talk to us sweets.”
You pecked him, arousal growing with every word you whispered, “Want Bobby’s mouth and Rhett, want your fingers.”
Rhett chuckled at how eager you sounded, “You heard the lady, Bobby.”
At an instant, Bob lifted the bottom of your dress, pushing your underwear to the side before flicking his tongue along your heat, groaning at the taste. The vibrations made you jolt, your hands immediately coming to hold his head close, “Oh, fuck! Bobby!”
Bob bit down along the inside of your thigh before attacking your clit. You gasped, mouth opened to moan his name, only to be silenced by two of Rhett’s fingers that he shoved on your tongue, “There we go, that’s it sweetheart, get ‘em all wet and good fo’ me.”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Rhett kept pumping his fingers in and out of your mouth, making sure they were all nice and coated in your saliva for your needy pussy. Bob meanwhile was busy switching between sucking on your clit and fucking his tongue in and out of you, the bottom half of his face already coated in your slick.
When Rhett finally deemed his fingers wet enough, he pulled them out of you, shushing you when you whined at the loss. He decided to take pity on you, kissing you as he hiked your dress up, fingers plunging into you fully.
"Fuck!"
You whined as Rhett them pumped in and out of you as a ferocious speed. Bobs grip on your tightened, holding you down as you try and buck your hips up, chasing after the pleasure, "Taking us so nice. We're not even in you and you're already a mess."
Bob groans around you when you try and clench your thighs around his head at Rhett's words. Suffocating between your thighs would be the perfect way to go he decided as he pulls himself deeper into you, his glasses fogging up under your dress.
The overwhelming emotions you'd been feeling all day make it easier for you to reach your tipping point. You can feel it on the tip of your tongue as you chase after sweet, sweet release.
"C'mon pretty girl, cum for us. Cum all over our Bobby's mouth for us, hmm?"
You shout their names, coming undone at Rhett's words, your climax releasing in waves as they both continue to help you ride it out. Bob leaving soft kisses along the inside of your thigh while Rhett whispers praises in your ear.
All three of you were breathing heavy, a comforting silence settling over the three of you. Your thighs are shaking as you try to recover, Bob glasses askew with his face dripping with your arousal, and Rhett's smirking, licking the remains of your heat off his fingers. You were so caught up in each other, you didn’t even notice that the limo had stopped moving a but ago, not until there was a knock at the door and a familiar hesitating voice, “Are the newlyweds alright in there?”
Natasha.
Fuck.
“C-Coming!” You tried to make your voice sound as normal as possible.
Rhett snickered, “Yeah you were.”
You glared. Bob pinched his cheek in reprimand. Rhett looked like he just made the funniest joke ever.
Bobs steady voice came out from next to you, “Just give us a second!”
All three of you scrambled to compose yourselves, Rhett wiping any remains of your fun off Bob face, both of them hurrying to fix your dress and doing everything you possible could to hide the fact you were just so horny you couldn’t hold yourselves together for the honeymoon. They both adjusted themselves, trying to adjust their boners down so that way it wasn't entirely obvious about the shenanigans you three had gotten up too in the limo.
Once you deemed yourselves presentable, Bob opened the door first, making sure to hold his hand out to help you out the back, Rhett right behind you, hands on your hips, ready to catch you if you lose your footing at any time. Bradley's red face, Natasha biting her lip as she tries to hold in her laughter, and Jakes teasing smirk are the first to greet you as you step out.
No one says anything for a moment, you and Bob are both slightly mortified at how much the three may have heard, and from the looks of it, probably quite a bit. Meanwhile Rhett stood there unbothered, his own proud smirk on his face as he wrapped an arm around both your waists, sending the three members of his husband’s squad a look that almost dared them to say something about what they may or may not have heard.
“Bet you’re glad I suggested the limo now, huh?”
Of course, it would be Jake to break the awkward silence between you all with a joke about the predicament he caught you in.
You hid your face in Rhett’s shoulder, begging for this to end. Bob went and answered your prayers.
“Hangman…” the warning in Bob voice was enough for the pilot to raise his hands in surrender.
“Alright, alright, I get it. No more jokes from me… for now.” Bob scowled. Rhett pushed him closer to his chest. Bradley hit Jake up the side of his head. Nat rolled her eyes, smirking at Jakes ‘ow’ after Bradley’s attack.
“Alright you three, let’s get you in there. You have guests waiting and a wedding reception to attend. But first…” Nat came up to you, checking your make up over, eyes concentrated as she reapplied your lipstick for you, “… And there! Good to go!”
You pulled her into a tight hug, “Thanks so much Nat! Don’t know what I’d do without you!”
She chuckled, “You’d walk in there with smudged lipstick like you just got jumped by your two horndogs for husbands.”
Your eyes rolled with a smile, playfully giving her shoulder a shove before the six of you made your way inside.
Jake, Bradley, and Natasha made their way inside first, so that way you three could make your planned entrance into the venue together.
There, the three of you shared a quiet moment together, your hands joined together as you leaned against your boys. They were your pillars for life now. Your source of strength, happiness and love. And now you got to celebrate it with those you hold dear in your life.
“I love you, so much.”
They both looked at you, surprised by the sudden vulnerability in your voice. Rhett stared at you with a soft look in his eyes he only reserved for you two, a teary-eyed smile on Bobs face and he can’t control himself before he’s kissing you again.
“Bo, my lipstick!”
“I don’t care.” He mumbled into the kiss, “Just one more before we go in.”
Just as he let you go, you were spun around and another pair of lips were on you, silencing the squeak of surprise you let out, “If he gets ‘nother one, so do I.” You giggled against Rhett’s lips, and you know for sure you would’ve gotten lost in passing kisses between the two of them if it hadn’t been for the music that started playing, signaling that it was time to go out and make your entrance.
You sighed, not wanting the moment to end, but you had a party to get too. You pulled away, triple checking that nothing was out of place on either of you. Your lip stick wasn’t smudged, Bob’s glasses weren’t fogged up, and there wasn’t a hair out of place on Rhett head.
Satisfied, you locked hands again,
“Ready?”
Rhett squeezed your hand, “Born ready.”
Bob tugged you forward, “Ready as ever.”
With that, the doors swung open, the three of you making your entrance, celebrating and greeting your guests as they cheered for you. The music bounced off the walls as you made your way to your table at the center of it all. The venue was big, with a beautiful view of the autumn skies and orange and yellow from the fallen leaves, giving it the perfect rustic feeling you’d all agreed with.
You and Rhett originally wouldn’t have opted for the big ol’ wedding you were having right now. If it was just up to you, you would’ve gotten hitched at the courthouse followed by a BBQ at Mavericks. But Bobs family was for all intents and purposes, big. A big family full of aunts, uncles, and cousins, and there was absolutely no way they’d all fit in Maverick’s backyard. And you also wanted to appease Cecilia. She had her heart set on seeing Rhett married in the church and since that was never going to happen with the whole wanting to marry two people thing, you all compromised with a big wedding.
The night carried on with laughter and sounds of dancing feet. You tried to hold in your giggles when Rhett sneakily reached over, trying to steal a forkful of mashed potatoes off Bobs plate, only for Bob to turn and flick his own fork down against Rhett’s. Your cackle echoed when Rhett pouted, especially when he gave Bob a look of betrayal when Bob let you successfully steal a piece of his dinner roll.
When it came down to the mother/son and father/ daughter dances, Bob and his mama danced first, then Rhett and Cecilia, and then you and Maverick. Then it was your turn. The three of you stood in a triangle, Rhett on your left, Bob on your right, their hands along your waist, and your arms wrapped around one shoulder each.
You swayed together, sharing quiet conversations, and gentle pecks on the cheeks. Bobs fingers danced another your waist while Rhett’s rubbed his hand up and down your back in comfort. At one point Rhett leaned into Bobs side, breathing in the cologne of the man next to him, leaving a small kiss on Bob jawline before pulling away fast. Rhett’s face was flushed red, feeling a little shy at being so soft in front of everyone.
“Hey,” Bob tapped Rhett’s waist, “Don’t get all shy on me now.”
Bob pulled Rhett in close, kissing the man soft, “M’not being shy,” Rhett grumbled in the kiss.
“Sure ya aren’t” Bob poked his cheek; Rhett tried to nip at him, “Not like you just declared your love to me and kissed me in front of everyone you know. No reason to be shy from a little peck on the cheek.”
Rhett leaned into you this time, “Darlin’, your husband’s being mean to your husband, stop him. Please, for me.” Rhett’s voice was full of dramatics while you just chuckled at them, one hand petting Rhett’s hair and the other petting Bobs.
“Just shut up and kiss me already. Feeling left out over here.”
“Now that just won’t do,” Bob kisses you first, his glasses bumping into your nose as he leans toward you.
“And now my favorite cowboy.”
“Your only cowboy,” Rhett corrects you, his grip along your waist tightening as he kisses you.
Soon the rest of the crowd joins you on the dance floor, beers and shots are passed around you all. Bob gets pulled away by Mickey at one point, Jake pulls Rhett away so they can shotgun beers, and Nat and one of Bobs sisters pulls you in for a dance.
When it came time to cut the cake, Bob and Rhett’s cheeks are flushed from the alcohol. Bob was extra giggly from the alcohol, something you rarely ever got to see since Bob was always the sober one out of you three. Their ties were long gone, and Rhett had his Stetson back on his head, being a bit more handsy with the alcohol coursing through his veins. You were stumbling in your heels, leaning against them both for support as you tried to steadily cut the cake and feed it to one another.
Hours passed before the party died down, people started slowly trickling out after the cake cutting, until only a sparse few were still there for your last dance. You and Bob were both basically leaning against Rhett’s chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating and the air coming in and out of his lungs as he wrapped you both up in his arms holding you tight as you swayed into the night.
When you finally did stumble your way up to your hotel room, you were trying and failing to be quiet as you fumbled with the hotel door key, absolutely wasted giggles leaving the three of you until Bob finally got it open. You aimed straight for the bed as soon as you could, the exhaustion from the night hitting you at full force all of a sudden.
And like they could read your mind, Bob and Rhett took care of you, knowing you didn’t have the energy to do it yourself. Rhett helped slip you out your dress, slipping one of Bobs sweaters over your head once he got you out. Bob made sure to wipe your make up off you, trying to concentrate as much as possible with the alcohol still making his mind a bit fuzzy.
Bob and Rhett both quickly stripped down to their underwear before sliding into bed with you, one on each side of you as you finally settled down. You laid against Bobs’ chest, one leg intertwined on his, Rhett’s arm wrapped around your waist as he nuzzled into your other side.
It wasn’t long for sleep to take you three, despite still buzzing from the alcohol and excitement, being in each other’s presence calmed you all down, like they were your own version of serotonin. Making all thoughts and worries escape as your breathing starts to even out and light snores start filling the room that was filled with warmth, comfort, and love.
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‘No one says anything for a moment, you and Bob are both slightly mortified at how much the three may have heard, and from the looks of it, probably quite a bit. Meanwhile Rhett stood there unbothered, his own proud smirk on his face as he wrapped an arm around both your waists, sending the three members of his husband’s squad a look that almost dared them to say something about what they may or may not have heard.’
I love how rhett is feeling proud but also protective of bob and reader 🥺
“Bet you’re glad I suggested the limo now, huh?”
Of course, it would be Jake to break the awkward silence between you all with a joke about the predicament he caught you in.
You hid your face in Rhett’s shoulder, begging for this to end. Bob went and answered your prayers.
“Hangman…” the warning in Bob voice was enough for the pilot to raise his hands in surrender.
“Alright, alright, I get it. No more jokes from me… for now.” Bob scowled. Rhett pushed him closer to his chest.
And I love how bob warned him to back off!! And then rhett guided bob to his chest 🥰This imagine was so sweet!! And very sexy!! 🥵
“Hey,” Bob tapped Rhett’s waist, “Don’t get all shy on me now.”
Bob pulled Rhett in close, kissing the man soft, “M’not being shy,” Rhett grumbled in the kiss.
“Sure ya aren’t” Bob poked his cheek; Rhett tried to nip at him, “Not like you just declared your love to me and kissed me in front of everyone you know. No reason to be shy from a little peck on the cheek.”
Rhett leaned into you this time, “Darlin’, your husband’s being mean to your husband, stop him. Please, for me.” Rhett’s voice was full of dramatics while you just chuckled at them, one hand petting Rhett’s hair and the other petting Bobs.’
I loved how Rhett got shy and started blushing!! The playful teasing and Rhett being dramatic about it was so so cute!! This imagine was so sweet!! And very sexy!! 🥵
Pairing: Omega!Bob Reynolds x Omega!Fem Reader x Alpha!Rhett Abbott
Summary: Bob tries to prove he can take control of the bed room. You and Rhett quickly prove him wrong.
Warnings: MDNI, SMUT, unprotected p in v, threesome, a/b/o dynamics, messy sex, biting, teasing, dirty talking, tiny bit of ball torture, pathetic sub!Bob, kinda mean!Rhett (but we like him mean :)), aftercare (If Rhett's mean, he's gotta take care of his lil omegas after)
Word Count: 1.3k
Notes: Now, I don't do requests, but I made an exception because I loved the idea @musicislove3389 sent me. I will not be taking other requests unless it's for a celebration, just as a fair warning. Thank you to @iristheplanet16 for looking this over for me, love ya bestie!
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The wet sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the house, heat and filthy gasps filling the air as Bob bucks his hips into you. Bob’s breath is hot against your neck, his sweat dripping down your shoulder as he lays on top of you. Bob loses his rhythm for a moment, his thrust turning sloppy as the cock inside him slams into him harder than he anticipated, making him whine and claw at your back.
“Aw, Robby,” you taunt, pulling him up by his hair, “I know you can fuck me better than that baby.” You caress his face. He leans into your touch, fighting back tears and a whine as you clench around him, “Don’t quite yourself, we want to hear you.”
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” Rhett groans in his ear, eyes rolling in the back of his head at Bob clenches around him, “Think this might be my favorite way of fucking you both. Pleasing you at the same time as you please our girl. It’s so fucking hot.”
Rhett mouths at the side of Bob's neck, going back and forth between biting and sucking on his porcelain skin, which will soon be littered with various shades of red and purple. Bobs’ mind feels fuzzy as he lays trapped between the two of you. This wasn’t originally how he planned the night to go, but he really wasn’t in a position to complain with the way Rhett was rearranging his guts.
When Bob came to you and Rhett early that day, expressing his want to dominate you both in bed, he didn’t expect how easily you’d say yes. He was expecting you to put up at least a bit of a fight. But he should’ve known. He should’ve caught yours and Rhett’s shared glances and knowing smirks, but he was too busy thinking up ways to please you both while remaining on top.
You both played the part well, making Bob think he was in control. Asking him where he wanted you. But with you all laid out for him, putting on such a pretty display, he stuttered. Hesitated with his actions.
“Come one, baby.” Rhett coaxed him, biting back a grin when Bob gulped, “Gotta tell us where you want us, hm?”
“R-right, um,” Bob didn’t know why he was drawing blanks. He had thought it all out, very thoroughly. How he wanted Rhett on his hands and knees, he imagines turning his big, commanding alpha into nothing but a blubbering, incoherent mess as he came undone by his omega. He thought of how he wanted to eat you out for hours until you were crying and begging for release. Yet, in the moment, he choked up.
That’s when Rhett pounced.
“Come on Robby, you said you could do it so -” Rhett presses himself against the omega, wrapping his hands around Bob’s wrists so he’s pressing you into the mattress, “Do it. Fuck our girl like the big, bad omega you are.” Bob weakly whimpers, but nods.
His grip is tight around your wrists, yet he’s pliant, face buried in the crook of your neck. He thrusts forward, unable to stop his moan as your heat engulfs him completely. The scent of both your slicks and Rhett’s musk fill the air. It has an effect on the omega sandwiched between you both. That fuzzy feeling in Bob's head is dialed to a max, all his limbs are heavy. If it weren’t for Rhett’s grip on him, his entire body would probably sink into you.
Rhett pulls his hands back, resting them on Bob's waists as he guides the omega back and forth, in and out of your dripping pussy. He pulls Bob out, the omega trembling in his hands as the cool air touches his cock before he’s slamming him back into you, “O-oh fuck! R-Robby! Rhett! Fuck!” You moan, back arching off the sheets. Rhett was fucking Bob deeper into you than you thought possible. You didn't want it to stop.
Your cries only spur the alpha on. Rhett picks up speed as he plays with his omegas, making one fuck the other like they were his little playthings to do with whatever he pleased.
With every moan and whimper coming from you, Rhett growls and nips at Bob’s ear, saying the same thing over and over, “Shit, you hear that, Robby? You’re making our lil ‘mega feel so nice. You fucking our omega so well, just look at how much she loves it. She loves your cock, don’t you darlin’?”
“Yes! Fucking love you Robby!” You cry. Bob sobs at your words, pathetically nodding his head along to whatever you said. You bite back a smirk, loving how absolutely pitiful and at your mercy he is.
Rhett watches it all, amused. Bob may be fucking into you, but he’s obviously not the one in control.
Bob twitches inside you. Sweet release is so close, literally on the tip of his tongue. Rhett notices, because when does he not. “Eh eh eh, Robby,” Rhett chides the omega, “You cum after she does.”
Bob whines, he doesn't know if he can last that long. “Alpha-”
A pinch at his balls makes Bob howl, his nails digging into your skin as he tries to hold back. You hiss but hold your fellow omega tighter against you. Your touch is a comfort like no other. Bob almost forgets about the alpha gripping his balls in his hands.
Rhett bites Bob's shoulders, the omega shudders, “Make her cum. I always let you both cum first when I’m in charge, right? It’s only fair.”
“Y-yeah.”
“Okay, so, be a good omega and,” Rhett licks his skin, his cock twitches as the taste of salt meets his tongue, “make her cum.”
Bob listens to his alpha’s commands, conviction clear as day on his face as he picks himself up and plows into your sore pussy. Rhett grins, whispering praises in Bob's ear as you wail, and chant Bob's name. The squelching of your soapy pussy mixed with your mates’ grunts is all you can hear.
Then you feel it, the intense electricity coursing through your body as you let go of all the tension that's been pooling in your stomach. Your eyes shine as your teeth clamps down on the omega before you. The moment your teeth break Bob's skin, he’s flooding you. Pumping so much seed into you, it’s a wonder how he has so much in him. Bob collapses out of breath and energy as he melts into your warmth.
“There we go.” Rhett hums in approval, “Did such a good job, my omega.”
Bob sniffles, turning to face him, “Yeah?”
Rhett brushes his damp hair out of his face, “Yeah, the best.” Rhett bends forward and kisses the omegas mating bond, before moving and doing the same to yours.
Rhett's quick, but gentle with his next move. Grabbing the damp towel off the bedside table, he cleans both of you up. Wiping away all the sweat, slick, and cum that had accumulated between the three of you.
By the end, Rhett’s in the middle, both of you snuggled into his side. Bob's lying on his alpha’s chest, only small sniffles coming from him, tears long gone. Rhett’s thumb soothingly drums along his hip bone. His other hand delivers comforting strokes along your spine. Your content hum is music to both their ears.
You shift, trying to get comfortable, only to groan, “Ugh, fuck.”
“What's wrong? You okay?”
Rhett chuckles, “She’s fine Robby.”
“But -”
“Rhett’s right, I’m fine Bob. I’m just…sore.” You wince when you move again, “Really sore.”
Bob blinks. He didn't think he had it in him to do that.
“Oh.”
All of you laugh at his reaction.
“‘Oh’ really Bob, ‘Oh’.”
“Well, I don't know what to say to that!”
“Shit, Robby, you the cutest thang, I swear.”
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