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hello ! hope your having a great day, wanted to ask your thoughts (maybe a dirty drabble??) on Soldier Boy or Beau having an s/o that is artistic or draws/paints a lot? 👀 Currently working on pieces for my uni and in dire need of motivation to get it done😭 anyways i love all your work !!!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤

A/N: What a fun idea! Couldn't resist to write both of 'em, so I hope those two idiots bring you enough motivation 🎨💪😂

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Artist!Reader // Soldier Boy x Artist!Reader

Warnings: +18/NSFW, super light smut, tons of fluff, SB typical behavior, crack

Word Count: 1.1k

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Beau Arlen:

As his car stopped in front of your house, Beau could see the lights still burning brightly in the garage, knowing you were still hard at work.

“Hey,” he greeted you as he stood by the door, watching you with a warm smile.

Your gaze drifted from your canvas to him with a smile before spying the brown paper bag in his hand.

“Brought you something. Figured you were gonna burn the midnight oil and needed some fuel,” he said with a knowing smile.

“You’re a godsend,” you said with a happy sigh and took the bag from him, inhaling the smell of its delicious contents. “I’m sorry I’ve been locked up here so much. It’s just… I’m really nervous about the gallery opening this weekend, and it’s stressing me the fuck out and–,” you rambled before you were stopped by his large palms on your cheeks.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he soothed you, chuckling, and pecked your hairline sweetly. “I get it. You’re gonna do great, alright? Amazing, in fact.”

You let out a deep, calming breath and smiled up at him. How did you deserve such a good man? And where the hell have you found him?

“I love you,” you said and draped your arms around him, crashing your lips against his and entangling him in a searing kiss that showed your gratitude. But as you pulled back, your eyes widened in shock. You clasped your mouth.

“What?” Beau looked at you confused before he caught your gaze locked on his shoulders and saw the red-painted handprints on his jeans jacket.

“I’m so sorry,” you gasped, embarrassed. You’d been working with paint everywhere all day. Of course it was all over you at this point.

To your surprise, though, Beau broke into loud laughter and shook his head at you. “Honey, it’s okay,” he told you before his freckled face was overtaken by a mischievous look. “In fact…”

He leaned over to one of your paint cans and dipped his finger inside a white one before booping your nose. You could feel a wet, cold blob on your tip as you gaped at him.

“You did not just do that.” You were speechless, but his playful laugh was contagious and intoxicating.

“Oh, it’s so on,” you announced and dunked your hand in a shade of blue, splattering it graciously on him.

“Oh yeah? Hope you’re ready ‘cause this means war, darlin’,” he countered with a wide grin, his hands finding green and yellow.

He chased you through the garage until he caged you in his arms, your mouth erupting with giggles until he filled it with kisses. Paint was everywhere, your clothes soaked and his beard and hair sprinkled like a cupcake.

“We’re never gonna get clean again,” you noted through giggles, looking at the beautiful mess in front of you as you brushed your fingers through his locks.

Beau lifted you up on your workbench, your legs locking around his waist. He kissed you deeply, feeling his excitement growing between your thighs.

“Guess we’ll just have to stay dirty then,” he said with a smirk and claimed your lips.

Soldier Boy:

You were curled up on the couch in your apartment, your eyes flickering between the bowl of fruit on the coffee table and your sketch pad in your hands.

Your concentration, however, was broken when a loud thud echoed off the walls and almost shattered the coffee table in a thousand pieces, sending the bowl of fruit flying across the room.

Your eyes lifted from your sketch pad and to your boyfriend in front of you, propped up with one muscular leg on the small table, elbow resting on his thigh with a bulging biceps and a painfully hard cock.

Annoyed, you huffed a sigh but weren’t surprised. You had been working on your assignment all day and wondered when your needy-ass, attention-seeking supe boyfriend would get bored with watching TV and smoking weed in your room.

“Ben, what the hell are you doing?” You looked up at him and saw the broad and proud smirk on his freckled face.

Cocksure didn’t even do him justice.

He wiggled his eyebrows. “Figured I’d give you something better to draw than a fucking boring-ass banana.”

“Uhm… that is so sweet and considerate of you. But I really need to draw fruit this week. That’s the assignment,” you said wryly before pushing him out of the way.

Well, as best as you could. He was a supe after all, but he budged and bent to your movement.

Pursing his lips, he threw his arms up in upset. “Oh, really? And what the fuck is all this shit, huh?”

Dramatically, he tossed one of your art maps on the table and crossed his arms over his broad chest, waiting for an explanation. As you peeked at the scattered sketches of naked men (and women), you knew what this was about.

You rolled your eyes back with a deep sigh. Of course he snooped through your stuff when you left him unsupervised in your room. “Ben, I told you already. We were drawing human models last month.”

“You never fucking said they were naked!” he argued, his deep voice trembling with jealousy and fury. “So, what? You’re just off, drawing cocks all day at that art school of yours?! I won’t fucking allow it, Y/N!”

You stifled a snort and tried to remain calm. He was honestly cute when he was greener than his suit. “Honey, you don’t have to be jealous. You know I love you... and your giant-ass dick.”

Biting the insides of his cheeks, he blushed slightly as he calmed down. “Yeah, well, you fucking better. ‘Sides, I’m not jealous. My cock’s way better than whatever those crooked-ass dicks are. Can’t even see them without a fucking magnifying glass…”

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” you feigned your agreement and hid your amused smile, nodding heavily. You stood up from the couch and locked your arms around his broad shoulders. You pulled his lips to yours, kissing him passionately until all his worries faded. His dick twitched between your legs. “You know, sometimes I’m surprised how you don’t explode with that giant ego of yours, welling from every pore.”

“Oh, you want me to explode?” Ben looked challengingly at you, smirking. “I can arrange that. In fact, how about I make you my fucking canvas and splatter my paint all over you, huh?”

“Ben, what–…” You burst into laughter, which was swiftly turned into a giggling shriek of protest as he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you to the bedroom.

What do you guys think? Which mess was harder to clean in the aftermath? 😂��

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welldonebeca · 8 months

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The Triplets (9)

WC: 4.3k words Warnings: Smut. Foursome. Dirty talking. Fluff. Voyeurism. Brotherly competition. A bit of exhibitionism. Praising kink. Threesome. Multiple orgasms. Sloppy seconds/thirds. Some ass slapping. Anal play. Degrading kink. Sex pictures. Video taping. Daddy kink. Uncle kink. Rough sex. Aftercare. Cuddling. Unsafe sex.

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The moment they stepped inside, Ben was already pulling Lizzie to him, big hands possessive as they grabbed her waist, and she gasped in surprise before Beau scooped her up in his arms and threw her over his shoulder.

"Hey!" his brother protested.

"Talking, Ben," he walked to the couch. "That's what we are doing."

She couldn't even protest as he carried her away, leaving him huffing.

"I got blue balls now, you know?" he asked. "It's very serious."

"Good thing both your hands function," Dean quipped. "And you can use them."

Beau carried Lizzie to the living room, and brought her down to the same stupid couch where everything happened, placing her on his lap.

"Shouldn't I get dressed?" she asked, fidgeting in the big hoodie and little shorts she'd managed to put on.

But he placed his hand around her waist and kissed her shoulder.

"It's fine," he assured her. "We just want to talk, okay?"

The other two sat down, and she could see Ben pouting as they fell into silence, and she couldn't quite pick who she was even looking at.

"Well..." Dean spoke slowly. "Hm."

Beau rubbed her thigh gently.

"You should know," he spoke gently. "That if you don't want anything with us. That if you ever feel like this isn't a relationship you want to get into, you don't have to do so."

"We don't expect sex as rent, that's what he means," Ben crossed his arms. "Those are different things."

She nodded. Lizzie knew that already! They were good people, good men!

They would never, ever, force her into anything. She was the problem!

"I know," she assured them. "I just... I need you to know you guys don't need to do anything! You don't need to pretend for me!"

Beau squeezed her.

"Pretend?" he asked.

She looked back at him.

"You're brothers," Lizzie reminded them. "And I don't want to stand between you, I don't want you to think you have to pretend you are alright with anything I do, because I'm a guest in your house and one of your brothers might like me!"

She turned to face Ben and Dean.

"The way I feel..." she took in a deep breath. "I wish I could say one of you makes me feel this way, but it is not true. All of you do, and I know it is so wrong and-"

"Bullshit," Ben interrupted her.

Lizzie deflated and Beau stiffened behind her, his grip turning protective.

"I know, it's hard to understand," she told him. "But my feelings..."

"Not your feelings," he stopped. "Your feelings make sense. Them being wrong? That's bullshit."

He leaned closer to her, green eyes hard and so certain it made her shiver.

"I want to be with you, Dean wants to be with you, Beau wants to be with you," he listed. "You want to be with us. Everyone is an adult, everyone is sober, everyone is mentally... not too bad."

Dean chuckled by his side.

"What is stopping us?" Ben asked.

Lizzie looked an answer, but gasped when he stood, grabbed her face and kissed her.

She got wet right there and then.

Well, it wasn't like she wasn't already from being fucking in the kitchen, but being kissed by him while on Beau's lap and with Dean watching?

Yes, it was something extra.

"I thought we were here to talk," Dean spoke very loudly.

"We are," Beau growled behind her. "Do you think of anything but sex?"

But someone tugged on her shirt, pulling it up, and she gasped when Ben moved up to her tits, caressing her nipples with rough thumbs.

"Can you, when she looks so pretty when she is turned on?" he pulled back, speaking against her hips.

Beau moved under her, as if to move her away, and she stood up, pressing her chest to Ben's hands.

"Lizzie," he called behind her.

Ben pinched her nipple, tugging on it, and she moaned.

"Please," she whined.

She hadn't even cum!

"You wanna be all high and mighty, then check for yourself," Ben commanded. "Pull those little shorts, check if she's enjoying it."

But she pulled away from him, and Ben and Beau followed her with their eyes and she stood before them, and Lizzie tried her best to look sexy as she moved her hands to her shirts and pushed them down, stripping for them.

Could she make a little show with two pieces? She could try.

The three watched her silently, and she took in a deep breath before pulling off the big sweatshirt, and Dean inhaled when she revealed her ass.

Oh, he was still behind her, wasn't he?

Lizzie pulled it up and up, until her tits were out too, and tried to look elegant as she threw it from over her head.

She looked back at Dean, finding him licking his lips, and Ben chuckled.

"This is better than any strip show," he joked. "If only I had some ones..."

"Shut up, she's not a stripper," Beau gruffed.

She looked back at them, and they were all seated, watching.

Waiting for who would take the first step, maybe?

She was about to pick for them when she felt Dean's hand behind her, squeezing her ass and pulling her.

"Let me have my own share," he whispered into her ear.

Lizzie giggled, touching his face and turning around, kissing his lips and touching his chest.

"If you are going to hoard her, at least let us see," Ben complained.

Dean, though, pulled her to his lap, making her straddle him, and pulled Lizzie up to kiss her neck.

"You can watch her bubble ass as she bounces on my cock," he grabbed her hips.

She gasped when he moved his lips to her sensitive nipple, biting sweetly and sucking on it.

"Dean," she gasped.

His hand spread her legs, and she tried to arch her ass to the other boys.

She could hear the moment they saw her pussy, the way they inhaled in deep.

Lizzie's attention was taken back when Dean pushed his fingers into her cunt, and almost didn't hear as someone walked away.

Was everything alr-

"Fuck, you're still a little loose from Ben fucking you," he hissed. "Taking cock so well, baby... you didn't even wait for us to join you."

She whined, feeling her face hot.

Not like she knew they wanted to join.

"Did he make you feel good, baby?" he licked her other breast. "Did my dumb brother make you cum?"

She squirmed.

"Well..." Lizzie mumbled.

Dean stopped.

"What is it?" Beau asked, and she could hear him moving.

Dean pushed his fingers into her hair, making her fall with her head on his chest, and fucked her slowly with his fingers.

"He didn't make her cum!" he exclaimed, outraged.

Beau pinched her nipples.

"That won't do," he decided. "Not even getting fucked made her cream?"

She squirmed, basking in the mix of being paid such attention to, but being spoken over as if she wasn't even there.

Beau pulled her, making her stand up, and Lizzie gasped when Dean turned her around quickly.

"I guess we do need to do all the work here, hm?" Beau hummed, kissing her lips.

Lizzie melted into his arms and his sweet, sweet kiss, already, and just let him manhandle her back into Dean's lap, this time facing away from him.

She barely processed when the head of Dean's cock poked her entrance, and mewled when she felt the tip entering her.

"We're going to make you cum, pretty girl," he pulled out, rubbing his head on her clit before moving back and then pushing into her again.

Beau pulled his hand, and she whimpered when he rested his forehead on hers and reached between her legs, caressing her clit with his fingers.

Lizzie moaned loudly as his brother pushed in, filling her up quickly.

"Such a good girl," he praised, finger circling her clit a little tighter. "She swallows up cock so good."

She moaned, throwing her head back, and didn't have time to whine when Beau pulled away from her.

He knelt between her legs and when she looked down at him, the image was the most erotic thing she could have seen.

"Uncle Beau?" she asked softly.

His eyes connected with hers, and he leaned in close to her, sticking out his tongue and licking her clit like a little kitten.

"Just relax, baby girl," Dean put his hand on her waist, sitting her all the way down his thick cock. "Let us make you feel good."

He moved his hips under her, thrusts slow and deep, but Uncle Beau had his own pace.

His lips and his tongue were hungry on her clit, never leaving it, never stopping sucking and licking and playing with her, fast and hungry.

As if she could move at all between them as they did that.

Lizzie was so overstimulated, so overpleasured, she could only fucking take it.

"Fucking hell," Ben growled.

She looked opened her eyes, and he was standing a few steps away from them, watching them.

Dean held her down by her middle, and Beau squeezed her thighs.

Lizzie could only cry.

It was too fucking much.

"You couldn't make her cum," he spoke behind her. "We took over."

Ben huffed.

"I could!" he argued. "But you guys had to barge in before I even tried!"

Beau sucked on her clit harder, and her eyes nearly crossed.

Almost right after, Dean's cock brushed against her sweetest spot, and Lizzie cried out loud.

"Show him how pretty you can cum, sweetheart," he kissed her cheek.

"Fuck!"

Lizzie arched her hips, and gasped when he wrapped his hand around her neck, holding her in place.

She moaned in pleasure, that exact move making her cum.

When she opened her eyes, Ben had his phone up.

"Smile for the came, sweet girl," he walked closer to them.

Dean grabbed her thighs, fucking her deeper as Beau fucking devoured her.

God, she almost came again just like that.

"Please," she whined.

Dean squeezed her neck a little more.

"Cum again, pretty girl," he commanded. "Cum on my cock before I fill you up."

She did, shaking on top of him, and Beau only pulled away from between her legs when she was done.

He kissed her lips with deep hunger, holding her by her hair as Dean fucked her fast and hard on the chair, using her.

Dean moaned under her, and she could feel the moment he filled her up.

It was so warm and tick, so filling.

She couldn't even enjoy the feeling, though, as Beau quickly pulled her up.

He pulled her, taking her right to the couch, and Lizzie gasped when he tossed her with her belly down, pulling her hips up and nudging her entrance with his cock.

"You want me to fuck you now, pretty girl?" he purred.

"Oh, come on!" Ben walked to you, his phone not in his hand anymore. "You've already fucked her!"

Beau moved his cock, rubbing her sensitive clit, and she gasped as he did.

"So what?"

She was so fucking sensitive.

"Beau," she whined.

"I won't fuck a loose pussy after you are done," Ben protested. "You two have fucked her already and when it was my turn you two just stopped it."

Beau dipped the tip into her, as if he didn't even care, and she whined.

Suddenly, he was taken away, and she opened her eyes to find Ben stumbling back from pushing Beau away, until his brother put him in a headlock.

Fuck, she shouldn't find that hot.

And yet her pussy fluttered, empty.

Needy.

Dean chuckled, and she looked at him, finding him watching them, very amused.

He was very used to that, wasn't he?

"Whoever fucks me last can fuck me longer," she blurted out.

Lizzie only processed her words when they were already out, and Beau smirked when their eyes connected, releasing Ben.

"Well," he stood straighter. "Go on, Benny. Have your turn. I don't mind having some sloppy thirds."

She was flustered at his words, but Ben didn't care.

"Make sure to try and make her cum this time, will you?" Dean teased him.

He scoffed, moving to her, and Lizzie looked back at him as he caressed the middle of her back.

"Where were you?" she whined.

Why had he left?

He pulled two things from his pocket, and her eyes widened, showing them off to her.

A butt plug.

And lube.

"I had a little plan for you," he hummed. "But I think we'll have to wait, hm?"

She gasped when he felt his cock nudging her.

"I guess tonight you're going to be our little cum dump."

"Ben," Dean called.

Ben scoffed behind her, rubbing her up and down.

"She might be small, but she is a big girl, Dean," he purred. "She's gonna lose her ass virginity at some point. Why not let her Uncle Ben be it?"

She moaned, feeling completely pathetic as he teased her pussy, up and down, up and down, up-

"Please," she whined. "Uncle Ben. Stop teasing me!"

He chuckled, and she jumped when he moved his fingers to caress her ass.

"Ben!" Dean argued.

She whined.

"It's alright," she moaned. "Dean!"

Ben poured something warm against her ass, and she gasped in surprise.

"Wrong name, baby girl," he corrected her, giving her ass a slap.

Lizzie whined.

"You two are so fucking easy on her," he grunted. "She's a needy slut who loves being teased."

She squirmed, closing her eyes when he circled her with his finger, cock brushing against her entrance.

"Ben," she whined.

"Lizzie," he cooed back, mocking her.

Beau scoffed, sitting on the couch, close enough that he could touch her face if he wanted to.

"Just hurry up already," he grunted.

Ben moved behind her, and he tossed something onto him.

"Make yourself useful," he commanded. "Take a picture."

She looked at Beau, and he was rolling his eyes, but took the phone on his lap anyway.

"Wanna be filmed, Lizzie?" he caressed her hair.

Her cheeks burned hot.

"Yes, uncle Beau."

He smirked, and angled the phone to get her face just as Ben teased her asshole, pushing his cock into her cunt very slowly.

"Do you think Ben can fuck your little brains out?" he cooed.

Lizzie nodded, and he took a hand to her face, pushing his fingers into her lips.

"Pretty, pretty girl," he hummed, fucking her mouth.

Ben pushed his cock inside her more, filling her again as his finger pushed a finger into her ass.

"Look at you," Beau fucked her with his fingers. "Eyes so glazy... must be feeling so good, little princess."

Fuck, she could hear how wet her pussy was.

"You are so slicky and squishy..." Beau purred. "Must be so, so easy to just slide in there."

"I can just slide in," Ben hummed.

And he did, pushing all the way into her and making her cry out, and Beau pulled his fingers from her mouth, petting her hair a bit.

They were so fucking big, all of them.

Lizzie's brain dripped from her ears at the thought of being fucked like that every day, filled and used.

"Fuck, suck a good cunt," Ben fucked her with his finger. "Want to have you seated on my cock while I work... gonna make you warm me up."

She whined.

"Please," she begged.

But Dean chuckled.

"What work?" he scoffed.

Ben bent down, pressing his lips to her ear.

"I'll fuck you during my shows," he whispered into her ear. "I've been thinking about getting a pussy to fuck, and now I got one for free."

She moaned in pleasure.

Wait, did he work with livestreams?

"We'll see how many times they'll allow me to make you cum," he bit her earlobe. "That might teach you, hm?"

Lizzie gasped, and he pulled back, taking his cock almost all the way out and then pushing into her again.

"Ben!"

He chuckled.

"Teach me what?" she moaned.

He pulled his finger back, and when it came back, there were two of them.

"To be patient," he grunted. "And take what we give you. Maybe they'll drive the message better than me."

She moaned.

The thought of that made her feel so gooey.

Dozens... maybe hundreds of people watching her get fucked and used. Making her cum and cum until she was stupid.

His cock brushed against her sweet spot and Ben took a hand down, pinching her clit.

"Won't you love that?"

"Yes," she begged. "Please, Ben!"

He pulled his fingers out, and she gasped when he pushed the plug into her all the way in.

Before she could even react to it, he moved behind her, fucking her hard.

The way she moaned was embarrassing.

Beau put the camera on her face, missing the way his brother was using her, focused on her face.

She probably looked like the sluttiest of whores.

"Needy slut," he rubbed her clit.

Lizzie came right there, overstimulated already.

"Needy slut," he rubbed her clit.

Lizzie came right there, overstimulated already.

"Daddy," she cried.

"Fuck," Beau growled.

Ben buried his cock into her cunt, moaning darkly and cumming deep in her, filling her up.

So much cum in her pussy, God...

Beau laughed at his brother.

"Couldn't hold back, Ben?" he teased, tossing his phone at him. "Move over. I'll show you two."

He panted behind her, still, patting the plug, and she whined.

"Shut up, Beau," he grunted. "Been hard for a fucking hour."

"Yeah, yeah," his brother scoffed. "Don't let the cum out."

But Ben didn't move, kissing her back at first.

"Take care of it for me, will you, pretty girl?" he twisted the toy inside her, making her whine. "I'll start training that ass tomorrow."

Ben pulled back from inside her, but she had no time to get used to being empty, and Beau pushed his cock inside her right away.

"Uncle Beau!"

"There's my pussy, missed it all day," he grunted. "So messy, dripping out all that seed."

She moaned, closing her eyes.

"Do you think that'll be enough to breed you?" he picked her up, sitting her on his lap facing his brothers.

Lizzie moaned, her head falling back onto his shoulders.

"But we can't!" she whined.

He took his hand to her pussy, rubbing her clit.

"Oh, I've seen where that goes," Ben chuckled, phone pointed to her. "Sweet girl can't be bred by loved it so, so much."

Lizzie whined, squirming on top of him.

"But Ben!" she whined.

He clicked his tongue.

"No, sweetheart," he corrected her. "I'm daddy."

She pouted, squirming as Beau rubbed her clit.

"All that cum inside you," he purred. "I can feel how much you like it, I can feel your stupid cunt squeezing my cock."

Dean stood, walking to stand by her side, and pinched her nipples.

"Her tits are so small," he noted. "Imagine how big they'll get when we put our baby in her."

She could only moan, mind in a goo.

That couldn't feel hot. It shouldn't make her horny, it-

"Go on, baby," uncle Beau kissed her ear. "Cum for us while we breed you."

She came, crying and shaking on top of him, completely soft already, nearly light-headed.

"You're gonna let us use you just like that, won't you?" he made her bounce, Dean's fingers replacing his as Beau grabbed her hips, fucking her. "Gonna let us fill you up, fuck you deep."

"No need to find a job," Ben told her. "Just stay home, be our little stay-at-home girlfriend."

"Our girl," Beau grunted. "Now and forever."

He slammed into her hard, making her feel like her brain was just banging against the walls of her skull.

Again, she came, feeling like it would never even stop.

"I can't," she begged. "Can't cum anymore, please."

Dean pulled his fingers away, and Beau hugged her close as he used her, cumming inside her quickly as she floated in the pleasure of being thoroughly theirs.

She didn't miss the feeling of him cumming in her, and fell onto his shoulder as she kissed sweetly all over her face, shoulder and neck.

She felt someone between her legs, and Lizzie gasped when Beau pulled inside her and hands held her legs spread.

"Fuck, yes," Ben grunted from between her legs. "Look at all that cum, baby girl."

"Careful," Beau panted. "It's going to stain the couch."

"I'll deal with that," he assured him. "I've never stained it, not gonna be a first now."

She heard the sound of Dean gagging for a moment before Ben kissed her thigh and pulled back, and opened her eyes to look at them.

"Poor baby girl," Dean cooed, picking her up, and she wrapped her legs around him weakly. "Let's take you to the bathroom to clean you."

Dean was very gentle with her, never lingering in a weird way, giving her a moment to pee - because UTIs aren't nice - and fixed her hair before carrying her to a very large and very comfy bed.

Lizzie scrunched her nose at being alone, but embraced the body that first lied by her side.

"You know, your room is surprisingly clean."

She looked up, picking up on Beau's voice, and Ben squeezed her.

"What's up with all the cameras?" Dean mumbled.

She looked around, surprised to see how many cameras he had set around, capturing his bed in many positions, all with their lenses covered.

"They are off, don't worry," he gruffed, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I'm not gonna waste my time putting them away for you."

Dean scoffed, and she felt the bed dip, and relaxed when she felt him embracing her closely, only in his underwear.

"Hey," Beau called. "Where do I go?"

She opened her eyes and the boys squeezed her.

He was standing by the bed with an annoyed face.

"I'm not moving," Ben hid his face in her neck.

Beau huffed.

"Ben!" he half whined.

Dean sighed by her side, and Lizzie gasped when he lifted her and put her on top of him.

"We be the bed," he decided.

Lizzie couldn't quite complain.

Beau lied down with them, at last, and she rested on Dean's chest, feeling Beau's fingers when he started to pet her hair.

“When was the last time we all shared a bed together?” he hummed.

"Not since our balls dropped," Ben spoke into her neck.

But Dean had a different answer.

“No, it was definitely after our birthday, two years ago," he corrected him. "You were such a baby and wouldn’t get your fat ass off of my bed, and Beau was worried you’d choke on your vomit in your sleep.”

Ben scoffed.

“Hey, I’m in a strict diet, you definitely weigh more than me, fatso.”

She felt Dean moving to answer him, but Lizzie was quick to diffuse the situation, kissing Dean, then Ben, then Beau.

"Be nice to one another," she scolded them. "You're brothers."

The boys all laughed.

"We are mean to each other because we are brothers," Dean pointed out.

Lizzie huffed and they all kissed her, both her cheeks and forehead.

"We'll be nice," Beau promised. "For you."

Dean hummed in agreement.

"Right, Ben?" he raised his head.

Ben scoffed.

"Right, right."

She smiled, cheeky.

"Good, or you are never touching this pussy again," Lizzie affirmed.

Well...

"For a month," she added.

"Yes, ma'am," they agreed.

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— WONDERWALL

SUMMARY : teasing beau during work and leaving without finishing. when he gets home he wants to pick up where they left off.

PAIRING : beau arlen x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : jenny hoyt, emily arlen

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw (18+), smut, unprotected sex (it’s only for fiction), fluff, implied softdom!reader

WORD COUNT : 2.3k

A/N : song title from oasis. hey, I said I’d be back and I beat the procrastination (in which I did my hobbies and homework while thinking about how easy it is to just post for my lovely readers) XX

Beau grunted softly against Y/N’s lips, his fingers digging into her hips the harder she ground against him. Her fingers tightened around his shoulders, kissing sloppily in his office, his dick hard in his pants and pressing into her core. He leaned his head back into the chair, dragging his large hands down her legs, squeezing her thighs before sliding back up. This time his hands slid up under the dress and her teeth gently grazed his throat, a low sound rumbling in his chest almost like a growl.

He panted heavily, squirming in his chair trying to get more friction. He bit his lip to keep himself quiet when she sucked at his pulse point. His hands slid up to squeeze her ass, bringing her impossibly close. Her fingers gently tangled in his hair, softly combing through and tugging at the strands behind his head and kissed her way back up to his lips.

She nibbled on his lower lip, pulling it gently as she circled her hips against his and moaned softly. He kneaded her ass in his hands, encouraging her, even wishing she’d give him more. She just released his lip and slipped her tongue into his mouth, bringing his head closer as she licked into his mouth. She swallowed his loud moan, wet beyond belief, her underwear sticking to her folds and probably leaving a wet spot on his pants.

She’d only intended on bringing him lunch, both of them eating together, enjoying the delicious food. Despite it being made by a criminal, it was better than anything she’d tried. And as he ate, he stared at her darkly, eyes filled with lust as they traced over her body wearing a short summer dress. She couldn’t exactly ignore it, not when he sat back in the chair and spread his legs, inviting her to sit on his lap, his lips swollen and pink from the jalapeños in his burger.

“Beau?” A knock on the door made Y/N nearly jump off his lap. Beau cleared his throat, eyes dazed and cheeks pink, his lips swollen and red, more than before. His hair looked alright but he ran his fingers through it anyway when Jenny opened the door. “Emily’s here,” Jenny smiled, stepping in and opening the door to reveal Emily who waved at them, just a little shy. Y/N leaned against the table with her back facing the door to recollect herself. She looked over her shoulder as Beau leaned over the desk to hide his excitement.

“Emily, hi,” Y/N smiled, turning to face the two women.

“Hi, Y/N,” Emily smiled back and Jenny left after giving Beau a final glance. “I didn’t know you were here, sorry.” Emily looked at the paper bags and the crumpled napkin on her dad’s desk.

“I was just gonna leave, we finished eating.” Y/N gave Beau a teasing kiss on his lips, smirking at him when she pulled away. He looked at her in disbelief, amused and excited, but he cleared his throat again, watching his girlfriend clean up the trash and throw it away. “Bye you two.” She gave Emily a hug and made her way out of Beau’s office, closing the door.

When Beau got home the sun had already set and all that remained in the sky were the last hues of dark orange in the horizon. The house was lightless but the living room was illuminated only by flashing lights from the television.

Y/N was reading from a thick packet, deeply concentrated on the couch, random sheets of paper were spread out in stacks on the coffee table where only she could know the order in which she separated. Beau kicked his shoes off at the entrance the way Y/N always instructed him to do, and shut the door a little loudly to announce his presence, which made her jump slightly.

“Beau, hey, sweetie,” she turned to look at him, smiling lovingly with eyes bright and full of love. He smiled softly and took his hat off, hanging it on one of the hooks by the door before making his way to her.

“Hey, beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down to capture her lips in a sweet kiss before getting distracted by the endless paperwork around her. “Work was pretty busy today. I'm sorry I didn’t get to eat dinner with you,” he apologised, stroking her cheek. She shut her eyes, leaning into his touch, before looking up at him again.

“It’s fine, Beau.” She pushed the papers away from her lap to stand up on her knees and turned to face him. “I can warm it up right now if you’re hungry,” she offered, cupping his jaw to kiss him. His hands quickly found her waist, deepening the kiss and pulling her closer to him.

“I’m not hungry right now,” he murmured against her lips, then returned to kiss her again, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. She gasped softly, her fingers moving into his hair to keep him close to her mouth. His hand moved down her waist, squeezing her ass gently over the dress she was still wearing. “We have unfinished business.” He pulled away from her, eyes tracing the look on her face hardly illuminated by the TV every now and then. “You left me at the office like it was nothin’ after makin’ me hard…”

At that, she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing, patting his chest playfully. A little smile twitched the muscles of his cheeks and he eventually gave in, leaning forward to kiss her, but he got started immediately with his hands sliding up the back of her thighs under the dress. He toyed with the waistband of her underwear, his tongue sliding across her lip and pushing the wet and soft muscle into her mouth as soon as she opened up to him.

With her heart beating fast and her body becoming hot, she shoved his jacket over his shoulders, not letting him pull away as he tried to take it off and finally dropped it on the floor. The kiss quickly became desperate, pressing their lips hard against each other so their teeth occasionally clashed. With shaky hands, she started to unbutton his shirt, tugging it out of his jeans.

He slowly started to move her back, forcing her to nearly bend all the way into the couch again, his fingers hooked on her underwear to pull them down slowly. She let herself fall onto her back, smiling up at him from the couch. She finished sliding her underwear off all the way as he undid his belt expertly, eyeing the way she wiggled her hips and lifted the dress up past her hips.

“You’re the prettiest, darlin’,” he murmured, unzipping his pants.

“So are you,” she chuckled, watching him pull his pants down his legs. He snorted at her words, a blush heating up his face.

“You’re cute,” he shook his head, flattered. He just hopped over the couch and settled between her legs, leaning over her, he gave her a long kiss. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, feeling herself melt into the couch, blooming and opening up like a plant the longer he kissed her.

He leaned onto one of his arms, his blunt nails grazing her shoulder as he lowered the thin strap of her dress. He pulled back slightly to do the same to the other one, pulling the dress down to reveal her breasts, kissing her cleavage and taking his time despite how much she’d started to squirm.

Her knees squeezed his sides, her hips attempting to roll against his as he dropped kisses over her chest. His lips move up higher instead of lower, pressing soft kisses along her neck, licking softly and sucking the way she had done to him early. She gasped, throwing her head back into the couch to give him more access to her neck. His beard tickled her sensitive skin and he squeezed her hip when she started pulling him closer and wrapping her legs around his waist too.

“Beau,” she whined, pressing his boxer-clad erection against her wet cunt. A deep chuckle followed his quiet groan when he chose to ignore her.

This was payback for the way she left him wanting more for hours, his mind constantly fogged with fantasies, distracting him from work. Even after he’d softened, he’d started to harden all over again remembering how she felt earlier in his lap.

Moving back down to her breasts, he lapped at her nipple, flicking her neglected nipple with his fingers, gently brushing, pinching, and squeezing. Her back arched desperately, heavy breaths and occasional moans tumbling from her lips, sweat starting to break out on her skin the longer he teased her, avoiding the one spot where she was dripping and throbbing for him.

He carefully sank his teeth into her breasts, his teeth grazing against her hot flesh drawing out a moaned curse from her. He pushed up slightly, sucking his way back up to her neck, nibbling on her jaw before nuzzling her cheek. She squirmed at the feeling of his beard tickling her skin, his hand still busy tweaking her nipple. His hips pushed hers down onto the couch, preventing her from trying to rub herself on him.

“You’re sorry for teasin’ me, right?” He murmured, kissing her cheek, a smug smile growing on his face. “You’re sorry for leavin’ me in the office like nothin’ happened after makin’ me hard?” He gently bit down on her earlobe, his lips brushing gently over her cheek when he pulled away to look at her. “Come on, darlin’, answer me and I’ll give ya what you want,” he promised, standing up on his knees, forcing her to unwrap her legs from around his waist.

“Of course I’m not sorry.” Y/N laughed through her nose, wrapping her calves around the back of his thighs to trap him, then reaching over to slowly pull his boxers down. “I did it on purpose, because you’re just way too pretty for me not to tease you.” She grinned at him mischievously when he rolled his eyes and tongued his cheek in disbelief, his eyes playfully and amused when they met hers again with a shake of his head and a smile on his face.

“You’re unbelievable,” he mumbled, laughing softly. He leaned over her, shooed her hands away from his stomach to wrap his hand around his cock, slowly dragging the leaking tip through her folds.

“You know you like it. It’s exciting, sheriff.” A little breathlessly, she moaned as he drew circles on her clit with his cock, teasing her still for what she did to him. He didn’t disagree, just bit down hard on his lip before slowly sliding through her folds again knowing she wasn’t going to surrender.

He could tease her endlessly and really, the only one who’d truly be suffering was him. She loved to tease and even if he tried, she’d never really give him the upper hand. That was something that he loved. He loved how gentle she was with him despite always being in control, despite having his heart at the palm of her hand, she was caring and loving, so heart-wrenchingly tender.

He gently pushed his cock into her and dropped kisses over her face lovingly. Her hands slid up his freckled back, fingers carding through his silky hair, pulling him closer. He gently pulled out, then rolled his hips against hers again, his lips brushing against her jaw. His hot breath hit her neck, just when she decided to move her leg up over the couch to deepen his thrusts. The position caused him to just barely graze her cervix when he thrusted into her again.

He was still teasing her, just pretending to enjoy every agonising thrust into her wet heat, deep and slow. Arching her back and moving her hand down to his back, her nails digging gently in his muscles and scratching down his skin. Desperate, with her orgasm just barely there, on the edge of dying out, balancing right in the middle.

“I’m gonna do it everyday,” she threatened breathlessly. “I’m gonna walk into your office and walk out without giving you what you want, and I’ll make it worse by sending you pictures of myself, or even videos all day.”

“Fuck,” he muttered softly. He pouted at her, gave her a long kiss, and gave her what she wanted. He angled his hips differently, leaning to the left and putting his weight onto one of his arms by her head. He brought his other hand down to her clit, using the slick that glistened on her folds, he drew tight circles, thrusting deep and fast so his cock would brush against her g-spot over and over.

With a moan of his name, she trembled as her orgasm hit her. He grunted softly against her neck, gasping at the squeeze of her walls around his cock. Wave after wave, the pleasure she felt was elongated with how slowly he rubbed her clit. She tugged roughly at his hair, squeezing his shoulder to hold him close, barely giving him time to pull out of her.

He finished on her stomach with a moan of her name, his warm cum spilling onto her skin. She was catching her breath, excited with the sound he was making, with his head buried in her neck, his lips brushing against her shoulder, his breath hot on her already flushed skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his head adoringly.

“You’re amazing,” she mumbled, dropping another kiss on his hair. She heard him hum deeply in appreciation as he pulled his boxers up, then he rested his weight on her, working his arms under her back to hold her.

“And you’re perfect, Y/N,” he murmured, not caring that his cum was sticking to his own skin. He smiled peacefully, his entire body melting over hers like chocolate on a cake. He nuzzled into her neck, enjoying how lovingly she played with his hair, occasionally feeling her lips on his temple or his hair.

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Birthday Boy

Jensen Ackles x reader

Warnings: Drinking, P in V, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral (m and f receiving), Squirting, Dirty talk

Summary: Jensen has given up on finding his happily ever after. Now that he's 45 he just doesn't see the point anymore. Jared, Misha, and the SPN cast take him out on the town to celebrate and lift his spirits. That's when he looks eyes with a beautiful woman. After one too many whiskeys they go back to his place, where he learns age is only a number.

Authors note: I love Jensen and his family. I mean them no disrespect. This is set in set in a world where Jensen is single. This is a work of fiction for nothing more than entertainment.

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We walk into a bar that Jared and I found when we first came to Vancover for season one. The small, dingy, dive bar is a hidden gem that we have visited many times. Whether it was marriage, divorce, birthdays, or deaths, these four walls hold many memories for the supernatural cast and crew.

The group of us find a couple empty tables and take a seat. A lovely blonde waitress makes her way over for our drink order. Tonight we are celebrating my 45th birthday.

Getting older isnt as bad as your younger self believes. It's like a prize for surviving all the bullshit of your 20s. You no longer care what people think of you. You can go to bed early if you want without being judged. And you make the transition from hot and sexy, to handsome and distinguished.

I can't complain.

The blonde makes her way back with a tray of our drinks. Tonight we have Jared, Misha, Rob, Rich, Kim, Brianna, Mark, and Ruth with us.

She hands me my whiskey double. A sexy, flirty smile lights up her face for the brief moment we lock eyes so I can thank you. I smile politely back at the young lady. Seriously, I could be her dad.

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Three whiskey doubles in, laughs and smiles floating around our table, I got to say this has turned out to be a good night. Jared leans over and speaks directly in my ear so I can hear over the music coming from the speakers, "dont look now but you got a y/h/c who cant keep her eyes away from you."

Great, cue eye roll. Women have been nothing but problematic for me. They either want fame, money, connections, or someone I know. I've given up in that department.

Way too old for that shit.

"It's not going to kill you to have a look man." Jared sighs dramatically at me.

"You never know, it might." But it's too late my interest is peaked. I'm a sucker for a y/h/c. I slowly scan the bar until I lock eyes with the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

Well shit.

She's younger than me, though I don't know by how much. Casually dressed in blue jeans that hug her curves perfect and a over sized ACDC t-shirt tucked into all the right places. She simple smiles and raises her glass of amber liquor in a silent toast.

I can feel the corners of my lips curve as I toast her back. Then as quickly as the moment settled between us, it was gone and she took her friends arm as they walked out the front doors.

Dammit.

"Man I'm sorry," Misha looks over at me, "she looked interested."

Rich comes to sit on our side of the table, "ĥows the birthday boy doing?"

"Thought he was ging to get lucky tonight, but she left." Jared whisper yells. I can't stop the eye roll, the more he drinks the more of a man child he becomes.

This bit of information intrigues Rich, "you meanthe pretty y/h/c that’s walked back in?" He says with a sly smirk resting on his face.

We all watch as she glides up to the bar to speak with the young man playing bartender tonight. I can't tear my eyes away from her or how her hips sway with every step. She's a work of art. Curves in all the right places, looks like she eats more than salad. I swear she's every man's wet dream come true.

She turns and smirks as she makes her way over to our table with a tray of shot glasses, a knowing look sparkling in her y/e/c eyes. I feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment knowing she caught us all gawking at her.

Placing the tray down in front of the four of us, she picks up a shot and tips hers ead back to drain her glass. I watch as she swallows the liquid, swallowing down the dirty thoughts it promotes in my whiskey soaked brain.

"Happy Birthday Beautiful, now drink." She passes over a shot, which I take without hesitation. I drain the glass, the burn of vodka ever present in my throat, before finding my voice.

"How do you..."

She answer before I can finish my thought, "I'm a fan. Don’t worry it's not in a creepy stalker kind of way. I just couldnt pass up the opportunityto buy my favorite actor a shot on his birthday." She shrugs before taking another shot. There's something sexy about a woman who can hold her liquor.

"I'm y/n by the way." She turns to leave, before she can take a step I get out of my seat and wrap her in a hug, pulling her close to my chest.

Beautiful y/e/c irises stare into mine as she searches for the reason behind the embrace. Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear I softly smile down at her, "I want you to stay."

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"Shit, I dropped the keys." Y/N is wrapped around my body, pressed against the door to my apartment. Trying to unlock a door while having a beautiful woman kissing down my neck is more than distracting.

After some struggle we fall into my apartment. Guiding her backwards towards my room, hitting walls along the way. We haven't stopped kissing since getting into the cab at the bar.

She's addictive. Her taste. Her smell. I need this woman.

Breaking apart she sauntered to my bed, stripping her clothes along the way. My cock is throbbing in the jeans I'm wearing, begging for me to release it.

She crawls onto my bed positioning herself in a kneeling position. Legs spread wide showing just how dripping wet she is for me. Slowly I remove my clothing, watching as she plays with herself waiting for me. My cock drips with pre cum in anticipation. Knowing just how hot and bothered I made her with limited touching gets me high.

Walking towards the bed, y/n meets me at the edge. I stare down at her as she lowers herself before locking a strip from the base of my cock to the tip. Groaning I throw my head back at the sensation.

After a few minutes of kitten licks, y/n takes me in her mouth the first go. Straight to the base and swallowing around me. My hips jerk, hands rake through her long hair as I hold on. She's blowing my freaking mind, "Darling, I'm not going to last." She swirls her tongue around the head of my shaft, it almost does me in.

"Sweetheart... y/n... you have to stop... please"

She comes off my cock with a loud 'pop', smiling up at me while wiping her mouth.

Fuck that's hot.

Pushing her in the chest I force her to lay on the bed, "my turn," kissing my way down her soft curves to her sweet spot, wet and waiting for me.

Inhaling her sweet scent, making my head spin, "you smell delicious baby girl." Then I dive in like man starved.

Alternating between broad strokes and sucking her clit. I smile I to her center as I watch the bliss out look on her face as she shakes and squirms beneath me. Whatever I was feeling about getting older has been drowned out by her moans and whimpers as I bring to the edge before backing off, over and over again.

Rising above her tasting her on my lips, I learn down taking her mouth with mine, sharing her sweetness. My fingers trail down her body before pludging into her hot, wet center. My pace is fast as I curl my fingers, finding her g spot.

Her body jerks forward as she let's out a beautifully loud moan before I feel her soaking my hand, wrist, and thighs, "fuck darling, did you just squirt?"

Pink colors her cheeks while she looks away from me. "Hey, dont be embarassed. That's the sexiest thing I've ever experienced. " I kiss her deeply as I feed my shaft into her quivering walls. What an amazing feeling that is.

Looking down I watch her body struggle to take my girth as I bottom out inside her. Staying still to allow her to adjust before I slowly withdraw to my tip and slowly sink back into her warmth. My room is filled with nothing but moans from her, groans from me, and the wet squelched noise as our bodies become one.

Our rhythm is steady as we use our bodies to bring the other pleasure with each thrust. One, two, three more thrusts and y/n is pushing me out of her before she soaks my thigh and cock in her essence again. It's what tips me over the age as I shove myself back in making her gasp before emptying myself into my own personal heaven.

Sweat covered, limbs shaking, breathe labored, I collapse beside her after pulling out. Wrapping my arms around her I bring her into my chest as we come down from our highs together.

"That was amazing darling."

"Mhm... it was" her sleepy voice whispers into my body.

I hold her as she drifts to sleep in my arms. Happiness washes over me. I don't know her but something about this woman has intertwined deep in my soul. I look down at her kissing her forehead, "I hope this becomes more... "

I close my eyes as sleep takes me.

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avanatural · 1 year

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That Simple

Part 9

Series summary: Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new Sheriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for?

Pairing: Beau Arlen x female Reader

Category: Fluff, angst, smut, 18+

Word count: 4k

Chapter warnings: Mentions of blood and stab wounds, mentions of kidnapping and homicide, explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (Wrap it up!), hurt!sex, cursing

A/N: This chapter contains smut! Do not proceed if you’re under the age of 18! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy! Wanna be added to my Beau tag list? Send me an ask! ❤️

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“Oh, fuck,” Y/N cussed to herself, pinning some fabric between her fingers. She straightened out her dress and assessed the damage. There was a huge stain of bleach on the black-and-white checkered material. Great. She hadn’t heard from Beau all day, and everything else was going to hell, too.

Ever since she’d left her bed that morning with puffy eyelids and an exhausted mind, Y/N had sent multiple texts to the Sheriff. But he hadn’t responded to a single one of her messages. It wasn’t like Beau, not getting back to her. It wasn’t like him at all, even after their… Argument? Disagreement? Falling out? She didn’t even know what to call it. She’d been acting distracted, inattentive, and clumsy all day. As soon as she closed up her salon that night, she was going to drive up to his trailer, that was for sure.

“Hey, you okay?”, Charlotte, one of her employees, asked, coming up behind her.

Y/N jumped, muscles tightening in surprise. As soon as she caught sight of Charlotte’s signature pink hair, she recognized whose palm had landed on her back. She relaxed visibly and leaned against the front desk. “Yeah.”

“You sure?” Charlotte took a look around, discreetly making sure that none of the customers were listening to them. “You seem pretty shaken up,” she continued more quietly.

Y/N shook her head and smiled at her fellow hairdresser as reassuringly as she could. “I’m fine.”

Charlotte briefly narrowed her eyes at Y/N, but ultimately decided not to push it. “I think your cellphone just rang,” she said, pointing her thumb in the break room’s direction.

Before Y/N could get out a single word in response, the telephone on the front desk started to ring. As soon as the shrill sound traveled through her ears, a sense of dread settled deep in her gut. She knew instantly that something was wrong. After the second ring, she abruptly picked up the speaker, beating Charlotte to it. She even forwent any introductions, instead going straight for a “Hello?”

Charlotte could hardly make out the hushed mumbling coming from the other end of the line. But she could clearly see the perplexed twitch of Y/N’s brow, and the tearful frown that followed.

“Yeah. What? What happened?”, Y/N asked, gaze nervously jumping back and forth between the computer and the day planner on the front desk. “I’ll be right there. Give me ten minutes, tops.” With fright in her chest, she hung up the phone and hurried through the salon to the break room, her hair bouncing with each of her steps.

Charlotte’s forehead crinkled with bewilderment as she followed her boss. When she entered the break room, Y/N was tossing her belongings into her bag. “What’s going on? Did something happen?”

Instead of giving any details, Y/N slung her bag over her shoulder. “Could you cancel my last appointments for the day?”

“What?”

“I gotta go. Now.”

“Emergency?”

“Yeah.” Y/N was already headed for the back door, in the greatest hurry of her life. Looking back, she threw one last glance Charlotte’s way. “It’s Beau.”

“Hi,” Y/N huffed, out of breath after climbing up the hospital stairs to the fifth floor. The elevator had been too packed with people and she couldn’t get to Beau fast enough. Her concern was spiraling from the tips of her jumpy feet up to her throbbing head. Her stomach turned like she was going to be sick all over the dirty white tiles.

The young man at the front desk looked up from the computer and met Y/N’s gaze. “Hello. How can I help you?”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m here to pick up-“

“Sheriff Arlen,” the young man responded, eyes twinkling with recognition. “He’s a talker, that one. He, uh, he’s really sorry he messed up.”

“What- I-“ She paused and subtly shook her head, unable to put her thoughts into order. “Where is he?”

“If you round that corner, you’ll find him waiting in the corridor.”

“Thank you.” After sending a grateful nod his way, Y/N turned her back and followed the young man’s instructions. As soon as she rounded the corner, she spotted a row of chairs against the wall.

The Sheriff was sitting on one of the chairs in the back of the empty corridor. He was wearing the denim button-down that Y/N loved so much. Crimson blood stains were scattered across the blue fabric, and part of the material that was supposed to cover his left shoulder was missing. A thick layer of bandages peeked through the hole.

When her footsteps echoed through the hallway, Beau lifted his head. Their gazes met, prompting him to get up on his feet. He didn’t move beyond that, didn’t move a muscle. All he could do was observe her. He felt guilty, ashamed, and so damn thankful, too. He didn’t know what to do. How would she react?

Y/N gave Beau a once-over. Aside from the messy stab wound in his shoulder, he seemed to be fine. Relief seeped into her aching heart and her face contorted, eyes prickling with salty tears. Before she knew it, her boots where speeding along the colorless corridor. When her body met his, everything else around her faded into a big black hole of nothing, losing all its meaning. All that mattered was the injured man before her.

When her front bumped into Beau’s torso, he remained still, startled by the sudden hug. If he hadn’t been given painkillers, the impact surely would have hurt worse than it did. After a second of processing her reaction, an immense flood of comfort kicked in, breaking down his walls and making him slump forward. His unscathed arm wound around her, pressing her into his chest. What the corridor lacked in color and warmth, Y/N breathed right back into him. “Thank you,” he rumbled into her hair, “For comin’. I didn’t know if you’d-“

“Of course, I came,” she spoke firmly and pulled back just far enough to look up into his shiny candy green eyes. “I dropped everything the second they reached me. I got so scared that I just-“

Before another word could escape her, her lips were occupied by Beau’s plump ones. He cupped her jaw with his right palm and caressed her mouth with his own. As they broke apart, he pressed his forehead against hers. “I’m glad you’re ‘ere.”

Her body leaned forward, making her forehead press harder against Beau’s, her soul melting right into his. “Me, too.”

“I’m sorry, darlin’.”

“I’m sorry, too.” A few moments passed, filled with utter silence, until Y/N found it in herself to break their little bubble of reunion bliss. “What happened?”

“Some asshole thought he could take me out.” Tenderly, Beau let his thumb swipe across her cheek. He gave her a somber, heart-stopping smile, conveying his stream of emotions with a single curl of his lips. “He was damn wrong about that.”

”He was,” Y/N agreed. As soon as his touch slipped from her face, she took hold of his hand and gave it a squeeze. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

The Helena sun had set, and it was getting breezy outside.

“Thank you. For takin’ me home.” Beau’s brown boots hit the wooden porch that led up to his homey trailer.

“Thank you for letting them call me,” Y/N replied as the two of them came to a natural halt.

“It was, uh…” Beau scratched the arch of his eyebrow. “It was actually Hoyt who made ‘em call you. I didn’t have the damn guts.“ He sighed, his eyes haunted by regret. “I wanted to text you all day, you know? I was gonna swing by the salon during your break. I had this… Whole apology thing planned out. Then a homicide got called in. We tried to solve the case…. And I got stabbed and had to be sewed up.“ He proceeded to roll his eyes, mentally cursing himself for not doing a better job, both at being the Sheriff and Y/N’s partner. “Instead of makin’ it up to you, I get in contact with you because I need something? That’s a dick move.”

“Beau, if you need me, I’m there, no matter what happened between us.” When he attempted to avert his gaze, she crossed the invisible threshold into his personal space. She took his scruffy jaw between her palms and made him look at her. “You hear me? You’re stuck with me, handsome.”

“I don’t deserve you,” he mumbled, subconsciously leaning into her touch.

“I don’t deserve you,” she retorted, her tone shuddering with remorse as her hands fell from his jaw, “God, I was being such an idiot.”

“So was I.” Beau’s lips morphed into the gentlest of smiles, his fingers reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m so glad you’re okay, sweetheart. That’s all I should’ve said to you last night.”

“It’s alright.” Her hand landed on top of his, keeping his affection glued to her cheek, “You were just worried.”

“You stopped that robber, which should be all that matters, but…” His jaw clenched as he tried to keep his emotions at bay. “When I close my eyes, all I can see is you, trapped in his hold, and I just…” He stopped, incapable of finding words that could do justice to just how gut-wrenching his fear of losing Y/N was. Angry droplets of salt welled up in his eyes as he recalled the way she’d been held hostage. “I woulda done anything to get you outta there safely. Anything.”

Her eyebrows drew together shakily. Her mouth delivered a pained smile. “I know.”

When his tears threatened to cross the edge, he cleared his throat in defense and stepped away. He tilted his head toward his trailer and proceeded to change the topic. “You wanna come in? We could, uh, Netflix and chill.” With all his heart, he prayed that she was going to say yes. That she was not going to leave him just yet.

“I don’t think that means what you think it means,” she said, her smile turning from pained to amused. All Beau did in response was squint at her in the cutest, most confused way. “I’d love to,” she added sincerely.

“That simple, huh?”

“That simple.” With her spirits a dancing a little higher, she followed her partner into his trailer. Right away, she was hit with a feeling of comfort and ease. They were safe. And they were together.

“Let’s see…,” Beau said as he bent down and opened the small fridge in the kitchen area. “Can I, uh, interest you in some… Cheap Beer? Water? Expired yogurt?”

Y/N’s chin almost met her chest as she looked down and grinned to herself. “Maybe we should’ve gone to my place instead.”

Twirling on his feet, he turned back around. “What are you sayin’?”

“I’m saying that I don’t wanna go separate ways tonight. Or tomorrow. I wanna spend as much time with you as I can.” She searched his eyes, trying to gauge his reaction. “If that’s okay.”

“Hell, yes.” Beau’s instant approval struck Y/N like a love spell. “After last night…,” he trailed off and cleared his throat again. “It’s, uh, it’s more than okay.” A charming smirk grew on his ample mouth, bringing the light back to his face. “But we gotta go grocery shopping first thing tomorrow. My girl deserves better than cheap beer and expired yogurt.”

Y/N was in the safest place in the world. Dressed in one of his t-shirts, she melted into Beau’s grasp, straight into the love he radiated.

His arm was folded loosely around her middle, mindful of the deep wound in his shoulder. He was her big spoon, keeping her tucked against his chest, fearing that her presence was only a dream. Fearing that she would disappear into thin air if he didn’t hold on.

“I missed you,” she breathed into the darkness of his trailer.

“Missed you, too.” The tip of Beau’s nose snaked along her shoulder and up behind her ear.

The pads of Y/N’s fingers drew random patterns on his forearm. The previous night, which had been cold and lonely, made her value their exchange of warm touches all the more. “You haven’t told me what happened today.” When her partner didn’t respond right away, she waited patiently for him to take his time.

Silently, Beau relived the bloodcurdling case he’d solved alongside Jenny that day. After releasing a sigh from the depths of his lungs, he spoke up. “A teenager was kidnapped. The guy was plannin’ to abduct her since she was just a kid. He killed her mom, drugged the girl, and took her to a room that was hidden in the walls of his house.”

The little hairs on the back of Y/N’s neck stood up in shock. “Oh my God, that’s horrifying. Is she okay?”

“We got to her in time,” was all he said. Inching forward, he pressed himself more tightly against her back, intensifying their embrace. He didn’t want Y/N to ruminate about the viciousness of humanity. Beau had done nothing but that all day, and it had exhausted him. That night, all he wanted was to get away from the horrors that made up his daily life. Lucky for him, the woman in his arms was his antidote.

“The guy stabbed you.”

“Don’t think about what could’ve happened. All that matters is that we’re ‘ere together.” He planted a kiss in her hair. A kiss on her shoulder. A kiss on her neck. “Two idiots in love, right?”

A sudden, honest chuckle broke free from Y/N’s lungs. It felt foreign, leaving her body like that. She suddenly realized she hadn’t laughed all day. “Exactly right.” Craning her neck backwards, she eagerly connected her mouth to his. The touch of his lips on hers was a breath of fresh air after being confined in searing uncertainty all day.

“Hmm,” he hummed. His calloused palm spread across her cheek, keeping her head in place to return her feverish kiss. He loved it when she took the lead kissing him. She was like a lioness pouncing on her bait, which was his ultimate kryptonite. Beau felt himself grow hard, soon straining against his boxers.

Y/N noticed his undeniable arousal and ground herself back into him. His grunt vibrated into her mouth, making her head spin. She needed to touch him, feel him, be connected with him in every way imaginable. Overcome with mischief, she reached back to rub the bulge in his boxers.

The Sheriff had to break away from her to drag some air into his lungs. “You’re drivin’ me crazy,” he confessed, breath fanning her face.

Her blossoming need for intimacy set her insides ablaze. Her arousal flourished so fast that she felt like she was going to implode if her partner didn’t fill her up soon. “I want you,” she whispered to him.

Her whisper resembled a sweet symphony – music to Beau’s ears. “Want you, too.” Despite the stinging sensation in his shoulder, he strengthened his grip on her cheek, hooking his fingers into some of her hair to pull her close for another heated kiss.

As his tongue claimed hers, Y/N giggled, stomach fluttering wildly at his enthusiasm. “What about your injury?”, she husked, voice hushed by his fierce lips on hers.

“Don’t worry your pretty head about it.”

Then, after Y/N had wriggled out of her t-shirt and underwear, she helped Beau do the same.

“Come ‘ere, beautiful.” His arm reclaimed its place around Y/N’s torso, tugging her back against his front. His aching arm was bent across her side, his forearm pressed between her breasts, his hand spread across her heart.

When he entered her from behind, he was careful. Gentle. When his devoted lips attached to her neck and distracted her through the burn, he was patient. Calm. When he began to thrust, it was slow. Loving. But when he tightened his arm around her to drag her back into his thrusts, he flinched.

His wince landed right in her ear, alerting her. “Beau… Take it slow, alright? I don’t want you to hurt.”

“It’s okay.” He pressed a sweet peck to her cheek and picked his lazy thrusts back up. Anything to please her.

But Y/N couldn’t relax. She couldn’t enjoy their connection knowing he was in pain. There was no way she could ignore his discomfort. “Beau, stop.” Her fingers dug into his forearm, making him cease his thrusts.

“You okay?”, he whispered into her ear.

It was so characteristic of Beau to ignore his own needs and focus on his loved ones instead. This time though, Y/N wouldn’t let him. She pushed her hips forward and rolled over, causing him to slip out of her. As she faced him, she could faintly see the beautiful outline of his finely chiseled features, illuminated by the moonlight. He truly was a work of art. “Lie on your back,” she said.

Staring back at her in the dark, he admired the faded view of her angelic face for another lasting second. Once his back was resting against the mattress, his arms sprawled out by his sides, she climbed onto him, straddling his toned thighs.

“What are you doin’?”, he wondered.

“I’m gonna do the work.” Her palm met the patch of skin that covered his heart. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” he replied even before she’d completely finished her question.

His instant response made Y/N smile to herself. She sat up on her knees and positioned herself above his erection. When she slowly sank down on him, taking him in inch by inch, the couple hissed in unison.

Beau’s left arm remained by his side, granting his injured shoulder some rest. His right arm bent at the elbow, his hand clawing at Y/N’s hip.

“Better?”, she asked.

“So much better,” he grunted openly. His head sank further into the pillow as he surrendered to his arousal, to the feeling of raw bliss. To Y/N.

Once she’d adjusted to his size, she began rotating her hips. His shallow breaths became hers, and her quiet moans became his. His carnal sounds served as a manual on how to please him. A deep sigh? Keep circling those hips in a drawn-out forever symbol. A low groan? Slide down harder when rolling them forward. An unfiltered curse word? Jackpot. Repeat whatever it was that made him lose his grip on himself.

Slow sex had never felt as satisfying to Y/N. Maybe it was the fact that her heart was overflowing with love for Beau. Or maybe it was the fact his voice alone was sexy enough to send her tumbling to the edge. Maybe it was the fact that he was so deep inside of her that she lost every last rational bit of herself.

Beau’s long fingers kept clenching and unclenching around Y/N’s hip. With each roll of her hips, the arrow whose tip was coated with his release got closer and closer to hitting the bullseye. But he wasn’t ready to shoot just yet.

The Sheriff placed the soles of his feet on the mattress, causing his legs to bent, knees pointing at the ceiling. Y/N was propelled forward in the process and pushed a surprised gasp from her lungs. She chuckled and propped her hands against the trailer’s wall for stability.

Beau circled his unscathed arm around her waist and used his new-found leverage to thrust up into Y/N while she shoved herself down on him. The sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed through the trailer, and the windows started to fog up.

“Fuck…” The muscles in his thighs tensed, and so did his arm that was gripping Y/N. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna-“

“Go ahead”, she panted, “I’m right behind you.”

“I’m gonna-“ He dropped his right arm from around her, letting go. “Fuck, I’m gonna come inside you if you don’t move.”

She scooped up his hand, guided it to her lips and kissed the back. “Do you wanna come inside me?”

“Is the sky blue?”, he retorted, baring his teeth with a grin.

Y/N laughed freely and pinned Beau’s wrist to the pillow, next to his head. She bent down and grazed his mouth with her own. “Alright, then.”

“You sure?”, he asked.

“Yes, I’m sure.” She skimmed her feathery lips along his bearded cheek until she was met with his earlobe. “I wanna feel all of you,” she muttered into his ear and felt his thighs tremble against her ass.

When she started to move up and down his manhood again, the swollen tip was trapped between her inner walls so tightly that it took Beau’s breath away. The thought of coming inside her drove him wild, making his hips rock into her of their own accord. A layer of sweat gathered between them as they slid against each other’s skin.

Y/N’s grip wandered from Beau’s wrist to his palm. She interlaced their fingers and pressed the back of his hand into the pillow. She let the jerks of his hips guide her and slammed herself down on his lap, lust shooting through her veins. Her upper body remained in a hunched position, giving her the freedom to adorn his lips with kisses.

Beau was so close to spilling his seed that he could barely hold back. And he could tell that Y/N was just as close when she buried her face against his neck, panting into the crook. She was shaking above him, her thighs quivering, her pussy gripping him hard.

The Sheriff wriggled his hand out of her grasp and thumbed her clit, rubbing it in circular motions. “God, you feel so good,” he all but grunted, voice strained and muffled by her hair.

“Come with me, baby,” Y/N moaned, “Come with me. Want you to fill me up.”

Her sultry words served his green light on a platter. When he shot his load into her, the pleasure was so intense that he checked out for a second, his vision resembling a grey, flickering tv screen. Static. Y/N’s cries sounded far-away for a while, overshadowed by the exceptional sensation of his swollen member pulsating inside of her.

Y/N, too, felt like she was drowning in arousal. All she could do was hold on while the current swept her away and took her straight to pleasure island. The fact that Beau was emptying himself into her, the feel of his warm release entering her body, it fulfilled her more than she could have ever imagined.

Then, once Beau had given her all the had to give, the sounds came back to him, returning back to normal, and he got to enjoy the hoarseness of her crying out his name once more.

Y/N’s muscles clenched excitedly a few more times before she stopped moving her hips. Her torso went limp on top of Beau’s, completely spent. Her pussy throbbed with the aftermath of what had to be one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever had.

Gently, the Sheriff brushed back her hair, so he could have a proper look at her face. “You okay there?”, he inquired, a tinge of amusement coloring his voice as he studied her tired expression.

“If I get down, I’m gonna make a mess,” she chuckled.

“Mhh, that’s okay.” His smiling lips puckered and met the crown of her head.

“Are you alright?”

“Awesome.”

“Your shoulder?”

“It’s okay, darlin’. I’ve had worse.”

The two of them remained cuddled up in their own shared universe for a few more minutes. They passed breaths and kisses back and forth until Y/N’s limbs cooled down and began to shiver.

“I’ll be right back.” On wobbly legs, she climbed off and stood up to retrieve a washcloth. She could feel his release trickle down her inner thighs, and was unable to wipe the grin off her face.

Beau wore a toothy smirk of his own, watching in awe as the moon shone a light on her nude body. She looked like a statue of a Goddess, like a beautiful painting that was brought to life with precise, divine strokes of a magical paintbrush. He whistled at her, causing her to peek over her shoulder with a bright, lighthearted smile.

It was then that it hit him – together, they could conquer anything.

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beauarlenswife · 1 year

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Get It Off My Desk.

Summary: Reader is a new detective thst had been moved to the department in montana, when they get back from rescuing the girl and their in his office, let’s just say, her thoughts are not about the case.

A/N: I have never written smut before so if this is not good, that’s why, also, we need more jensen in the vest because it’s so hot, he looks so good

Thigh riding, unprotected sex ( don’t do it, it’s an imagine it’s fake) vaginal fingering

She follows Beau back into his office, her eyes looking over what’s visible of his back muscles, they tighten against the fabric of his shirt as he walks; he places some papers onto his desk, moving them around as he sits down in the chair. She closes the door and turns towards him, walking closer to his desk.

Her eyes are drawn to his hands as he moves a few papers, the veins in them very noticable, his fingers are thick, slightly scarred, but just the right length he could probably hit all the right spots in her. She glances up to his arms, the veins going up his wrists and underneath the burgundy sweater he had pushed up to his elbows.

Her eyes follow up his arms, the muscle visible but not fully outlined , just wide enough her hand could probably fit around and squeeze while he was-

“Detective Y/L/N?” her eyes glance up to his face, shit, had he been talking to her? She glances down at his lips before licking her own, “ Yes, sheriff?”

“ Did you catch a word I just said?”

She looks away from him, breaking their eye contact, “ Sorry, just thinking about what happened.” She wasn’t, she barely remembered what happened, but what was she supposed to say? That she didn’t understand anything he said because she was to busy eyefucking him?

He raises his eyebrow, giving her a concerned look before glancing back down to the papers on his desk, “ If you wanna talk about it, darling, i’m always available.”

She’s sure her pulse rate had spiked, the way he said it, fuck, how is he real?

“ No, it’s fine, I’m fine, just zoned out a bit, that’s all.”

“ You sure?”

“ Yeah.”

“ Alright, sweetheart.” Why’d he have to say it like that? She shifts on her feet, the wetness pooling in between her thighs as she continues to look at him, the green vest resting perfectly onto his shoulders, the color perfectly matching his gorgeous green eyes. Could you be jealous of an inanimate object? Cause she was, the way it got to rest on his shoulders.

She shifts her eyes to look further up, to the beard on his face, not to short, but just long enough it’d probably leave a delicious burn against her inner thighs. His lips were also perfect, she’d bet he was an amazing kisser, and good with his mouth. She looks further up his face, the small freckles covering his nose and just under his eyes, his arms had them, she wondered if his back and chest had them too. She shifts again, a quite whimper leaving her lips at the small friction she had received. He glances up at her.

Fuck, he heard that. The small piece of hair falling onto his face not helping her case, neither was the way he moved his hand that was resting on his desk but by his face, slightly rubbing his beard, a twitch at his upper lip happens as he looks her up and down quickly.

The warmth of his gaze not doing anything to help her, she shifts again.

“ You alright there, darling?”

“Mhm.” she says, instead of it coming out in a agreeing manner it comes out as soft moan. Her eyes widen immediately at how loud it had been, there’s no way he hadn’t heard that and by the clenching of his jaw, he mostly definitely had.

He sets the papers in his hand back onto the desk rather roughly, “ Come here, sweetheart.” She takes a small breath as she walks in front of the desk, he raises his brow and looks to the side, oh, he meant to where he is, she got that, no, obviously, that’s what he meant.

She walks over to stand about a foot infront of him as he turns in the chair, leaning back a bit into it, her eyes glancing down to his thighs and bowlegs immediately, the way he’s sitting, she imagined herself sitting in between them as he through his head back, his fingers pulling her hair.

“ Closer, darling, I don’t bite. Until I do.” Her pelvic muscles tighten a bit at his leading words. Wiping her hands onto her jeans to get rid of the sweat, she takes a few steps forward, their feet almost touching, he licks his lips, her eyes following the movement before he leans forwards, staring up at her, he moves his fingers that are now resting against his thigh in a c’mere motion, she obliges immediately to step in between his legs, “ Were you just gonna stand there and undress me with your eyes, hoping I wouldn’t notice?”

“ Did you mind it ?” she whispers, he smiles at her words, “ No, but I prefer if the women i’m with has a pleasurable experience.” her breathing gets heavier at his words, he puts his hand onto her waist, she takes a breath as he slightly pushes down signaling her to sit onto his lap, she goes to, but he moves her so she’s sitting onto his left thigh, her breath hitching a little.

“Go head, take what you want, sweetheart.” she looks over his face as he leans back against the chair again, slightly biting into her bottom lip, she rocks her hips against his thigh, a small moan leaving her mouth, she does it a few more times, his hands go to her waist, helping her movements, she grabs his shoulder after one of the movements, her finger nails digging into the long-sleeved shirt, her eyes closing as she continues to rock herself against his thigh, moans tumbling out of her mouth as he quickens her pacd, “ Look at you, pretty girl, falling apart on me already.”

She moans louder at his words, neither of them caring if anyone had heard her, she opens her eyes looking at him, before moving the hand that was on his shoulder to the back of his neck, pulling lightly on the hair there, a small groan leaving his mouth, at the sound she pulls him into her, their lips crashing together, she pulls onto his bottom lip on accident but the low moan that falls from his mouth makes her do it again, he greedily swallows up her moans, he stands up.

One hand, under her thigh and the other on her waist, he places her onto his desk, sliding the objects onto the floor not caring to look at them, he puts his hand that had been under her thigh to the desk so he’s not crushing her with his weight, he mutters a small fuck as she kisses down his jaw, and to his neck, he moves his hand to lace into her hair, pulling her back into him, the roughness of the kiss making her moan again.

He moves his leg resting in between hers and moves it against her, the feeling making her head fall back onto his hand that’s now against his desk, her head resting on top of if, her eyes close as he does it a few more times, he kisses down her jaw to her neck his teeth hitting a certain spot that makes her moan and rock her hips into his thigh, he focuses on the spot, kissing, sucking, and nibbling the sound falling from her lips spurring him on, she puts her hand into his hair, and then uses it to pull him away from her neck, “ Please.”

“ Please what? What do you need sweetheart?”

“ You.”

“ What part of me?”

The teasing in his voice, very obvious, she ignores his question, using her hand to she takes his thats on her waist, leading into her jeans, he groans feeling her wetness, “ Fuck, sweetheart, you’re soaking, did I make you this wet?” he asks, “Ye-“he puts his middle finger into her, making her gasp, the end of the yes coming out as a whine, he adds another, watching her face, to not miss a single face she makes as he curls his fingers into her making her hips buck, “ Beau.” She whines, “ Please, I- I need you, I- fuck- want to feel you.”

He pulls his fingers out of her, and puts them into his mouth, groaning at the taste of her, she tugs at his belt, he chuckles, “ You’re so needy.”

“Beau.” She whines again, he unbucke his belt as she kicks her boots off, and pulls down her jeans and underwear, he kisses her again as he lines himself up with her, “ You’re so beautiful. You ready?” he mumbles into her mouth, she nods, kissing him back, he slides into her, her wetness allowing him to slide in quickly, groaning feeling her walls around him, her head falls back at the stretch, “ Fuck.” he pauses for a second, leaning over her to kiss her, letting her get used to his size, after a second, “ Beau?” she mumbles into his mouth, kissing him.

“Yeah, sweetheart.”

“Move, please.” she whines, he does, thrusting into her, a loud moan falling from her lips, he kisses her to quiet her a bit, “ As much as I love to hear your beautiful sounds, you need to be quiet, darling.”

she clenches around him at the name, he chuckles, it comes out raspy and breathless, making her clench around him again, “ Fuck, sweetheart.” he leans into her neck as he continues to thrust into her, her nails digging into the sweater material, gripping his shoulder hard, as his thrusts make his desk shake, she moans louder, he greedily swallows the gorgeous sound, “ Right there! Fuck! Beau! I’m gonna-“

He moves his hand to rub her clit, “Go head, sweetheart, cum for me.” on cue she does, ger back arching off the desk and into him, the feeling of her makes him to, moans and grunts into her ear as his hips stutter, “ Go head, Beau, cum in me, i’m on the pill.”

At her words, he does, his face resting into her hair, his breath hitting her neck, he kisses her again, before pulling out, and pulling his pants back up, she lays on his desk breathless, her chest heaving up and down, her eyes closed hearing his footsteps walk away and then back towards her, he uses a tissue to clean her inner thighs, “ You alright, darling?”

“Perfect.”

he chuckles, kissing her cheek, before sliding her underwear and jeans back onto her legs and she sits up, his hand going to her waist so she doesn’t fall as she buttons her jeans, he kisses her again, “ I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

“ The kissing or the sex?”

He smiles at her, pushing the strand of hair that had fallen onto her face behind her ear, “ Both.”

He kisses her again.

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jawritter · 2 years

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Yes Sir Kinktober 2022, ep. 3

Summary: A little alone time with your boss...

Warnings: 18 + Only, NSFW, Sir Kink, Oral (Male receiving), P & V, light hairpulling, Rough Smut. (It’s pretty much p*rn with a plot, so Mature audiences only.)

Word Count: 404

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader

A/N: This is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden. Sorry this one is posted a day behind schedule; work doesn’t like me lmao.

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“Fucking Beautiful,” Beau praised, and Y/N hummed happily around his cock as he trusts deep into her mouth and down her throat, causing her to gag slightly and for him to groan as her throat contracted around his swollen head.

“You like that don’t,” he continued, gripping her hair tightly, holding it back out of her face for her. “Choking on my cock like that.”

She hummed again and he groaned as his hips stammered before he pulled himself away from her harshly, and she whined at the loss.

“On your feet,” he growled as he stood sharply and kicked the chair out of the way.

She scrambled to her feet, and Beau roughly manhandled her around, before learning her over the desk and ripping her dress up to her waist and her panties to the side, rubbing his throbbing length against her dripping cunt, and she moaned pathetically as he grabbed a handful of her hair again, turning her face to the side.

“Want me to fuck you sweetheart, right here, on this desk, where anyone could walk in and see you stretched out all pretty and needy on my cock like this?” Beau questioned, and all she could do was moan in response as he slapped her ass hard enough to echo through the small office.

“Use your words baby girl,” he demanded, “or else I’m gonna leave you all wet and horny to go out there and finish the book, only one of us is gonna cum if you don’t learn to use your words, and it ain’t gonna be you.”

“Yes,” she squeaked as his fingers round her swollen clit, rubbing harshly before he slapped her pussy, sending a wet swatting sound throughout the room, and her pussy contracting and releasing around nothing.

“Excuse me? Yes, what? Where are your manners Darlin’?”

“Yes Sir,” she corrected, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear, and knowing he would absolutely send her back out there a mess without fucking her, and God, she needed him to fuck her.

“Good girl,” he growled, slamming his full length into her clinching heat in one swift thrust, his hand coming over to cover her mouth to stop the scream from echoing through the room as she damn near fell apart on just his intrusion. “Now, be a good girl and be quiet for me. It'd be a shame if we got caught in here.”

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lucidlivi · 1 month

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500 followers Prompt List Requests!

Guyssss we’ve officially gone over 500 followers which is crazy! Sooooo as a treat I am currently taking requests! I have two to complete but I am opening up for more! I will be continuing my two series but sometimes you have to change it up!

with that being saidddddd if you want to request please send me an ask with the number prompt you want to use, who you want it to be with (I will write for people other than Jensen and Dean) and most importantly if you want it rated r, angsty, happy, etc.

1. “to my defense, I didn’t know I was going to get so invested when we started this.”

2. “they keep calling me special, but what’s so special about me?”

3. “when is enough, enough?”

4. “what do you want if not me?”

5. “I can’t believe I ever wanted you.”

6. “I want you, and me, I want the front porch, I want it all.”

7. “if you wanted to have sex with me all you had to do was ask.”

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zepskies · 15 days

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A Good Man Is Hard to Find

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader

Summary: When Beau starts pulling away from you and Emily during a very difficult case, will the pressure make or break your relationship?

AN: This is a sequel story to the Take Me Home storyverse, set just a few months after Part 9!

Word Count: 5.5K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, a Law & Order: SVU-esque case, angst, perilous situations and violence, hurt/comfort and fluff.

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You took pleasure in the sounds you were pulling out of this man.

You continued to kiss down his neck. Each of your movements was slow and purposeful.

Your hips rolled against his, brushing your clothed, aching core against his risen length. His hands were like steel bands on your hips, not letting you leave even if you wanted to. He groaned.

“I needa get ready for work,” Beau chuckled. And he pointed out, “So do you.”

You smiled against his skin, and you gently dragged his flesh between your teeth.

“It’s still early,” you argued in his ear. You teased the shell of it with your tongue, making him shudder and rock his clothed hard-on between your legs. The wet tip of his cock dampened your panties further.

His hands moved down your thighs, caressing, squeezing, getting a handful of your ass in the process. Just as his fingers dipped under the satin hem of your panties, his phone buzzed on one of the nightstands. Beau let out a sigh of disappointment and reached over blindly for it.

He saw the caller ID and took in a breath to get himself together first. Even though he didn’t quite succeed, he answered the call.

“Mornin’, Jenny,” he greeted. You grinned.

“Tell her I said hi,” you whispered.

Beau shot you a “stern” look, though his lips curved at a smile. He mouthed at you to behave.

You gave him a look that was cheeky at best.

“We caught a new case. If you want, you can meet us at the scene instead of the precinct,” said Jenny.

“Okay, where to?” Beau asked.

While Jenny gave him the directions, you used his distraction to your advantage. You shimmied out of your underwear and the overly large shirt you’d stolen from him last night. Then you drew down the waistband of his underwear and freed his cock into your hands.

“Okay, sounds g—” Beau was forced to pause on a sharp inhale.

“You okay?” Jenny asked.

“Y-Yeah. Just fine. Had a tickle in my throat,” Beau said.

"Okay, well just so you know," Jenny said, continuing to give him tidbits of information that he really should've been paying attention to.

He cleared his throat, shooting you an incredulous look. You didn’t pay him much mind as you began to touch him with care, from the weeping tip and along the shaft down to the base, even caressing his balls.

Beau’s furrowed gaze held yours as his breath faltered again. Your deft hands lined up his cock to your entrance. You teased yourself on the sensitive head of it, brushing it through your wet folds and against your clit. You had to bite your lip against a moan, but you didn’t quite manage to stifle the sound.

“Okay, Jenny. Thanks, I’ll see you there in a bit,” he said in a rush.

He hung up as soon as he could, but all the while, you were unrelenting. You finally sunk fully down on his cock, taking him all the way inside your wet heat.

Beau let out a strained groan and grabbed your arms. He sat up and pressed his forehead to yours. His lips formed a chiding smile.

“That wasn’t very nice,” he said. His voice was a bit rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

“You want me to be nice?” you teased, beginning to let the full length of him slide out of you. You welcomed him back inside with a rock of your hips. “I just need a moment of your time, Sheriff.”

He nodded breathlessly. “Think I can manage that.”

You smirked and held onto the back of his neck as you rode him. You had a feeling you would find fingerprint bruises on your hips and thighs tomorrow, but this was worth it.

It took a lot to see Beau lose control, even in the bedroom. Now, he had a hand tangled in your hair and his lips fastened to your throat. He helped you move on him with a guiding hand on your hip. You slipped a hand from his shoulder and further parted your folds to find your clit.

But as Beau so often did, he moved your hand away so he could usher in your pleasure himself. He massaged your clit until your inner walls became almost too tight for him to drive up into you. Your thighs shook around his hips, and he managed to hold off on his own release until you came, hard on his cock.

You cried out near his ear and held onto his shoulders. He supported your collapse against his chest, but he still grabbed your hip tighter and rutted into you a few more times, until he was able to spill into you and fill you up to the brim with his warmth. You clenched on him on purpose, milking him for all he was worth.

Fuuuckin’ hell, he thought with a grunt, and he panted against your shoulder. He laid a belated kiss there.

“What a way to greet the sun,” he remarked.

You laughed breathily, caressing his cheek.

Beau was, inevitably, running late for work. He found that he was okay with that as he kissed you goodbye.

You were still in your robe and holding a mug of coffee. You didn’t need to be at work for another couple of hours. Your Tuesday classes didn’t start until 10:00 a.m.

“Have a good day, baby. I…” you trailed.

Certain words were poised on your tongue. Words that neither of you had said to one another just yet. Your heart started tripping up a bit as you realized it.

Even though you’d known the truth of what you felt for him for a while now, you’d been very careful to let him say it first. You told yourself you didn’t want to pressure him, in light of his contentious divorce and how new this all still was between you and Beau…

But more often, you wondered if you were maybe projecting, considering your own rocky past. Maybe it was just self-preservation.

“Yeah?” Beau questioned. You waved him off with a nervous chuckle.

“Nothing. I don’t know,” you said. “My coffee hasn’t kicked in yet.”

He just smiled and gave you one last kiss to the side of your head before he left your apartment.

Beau arrived at the scene of the crime: the parking lot of a movie theater. Jenny and Poppernak were already there inside the perimeter of yellow caution tape while the Forensics team did their thing. Jenny checked her watch when she saw the sheriff.

“What took you so long?” she asked.

“Traffic,” Beau lied, his face warming. “What’ve we got?”

He quickly shifted his attention to the pool of blood staining the ground between his deputies. The path of his gaze led to the victim: a young woman wearing a blouse, skirt, and heels. The skirt was torn up to the hip. Her neck was cut, deep but clean.

There were other signs of struggle; road burns on her right thigh, like she had been dragged. Jenny even found a can of pepper spray rolled under the victim’s car.

“Maybe he was trying to get her to his car. She fought back hard enough that he cut his losses,” she theorized.

Beau blew out a sigh and nodded grimly.

“Okay. Let’s get started.”

Two months gave the Lewis and Clark Sheriff’s Department two more murders. Both were women, presumably alone and late at night, and in the dimly lit, poorly secured parking lot of an establishment.

Stressed didn’t begin to cover how Beau Arlen walked back into the precinct two hours before he truly had to. What little forensics they’d been able to uncover from each scene (and on the victims) let them to conclude that the suspect was male, and likely between 5’10” and over 6 feet tall.

As they now had a murder cluster, Beau and his team determined that the victims were found within a 5-mile radius. Both Emily’s school and the college where you taught were within that range.

It had led Beau to long nights spent at the precinct and in town, researching, canvasing, working with his team to lock down possible leads.

But those two months had also led him to cancel dates with you and plans with his daughter. He hadn’t stayed over your apartment in weeks. You’d spoken to Emily, and she told you he was often late in picking her up from school on his custody days with her. When she was with him, he always seemed distant, distracted.

It was all too familiar, Emily told you, and she hated it.

You were worried and becoming increasingly frustrated. Any calls you made to him to check in were a few minutes at most, before he left you hanging to go back to work.

Beau had told you this was a difficult string of homicide cases, and very little else. You knew that he shouldn’t and couldn’t tell you too many details about the case, but you also couldn’t help but feel that he was pulling away from you…and leaving you in the dark.

You’d just gotten home after a longer day than usual at work. Frankly, you were exhausted. All you wanted to do was shower and find whatever you could in your fridge to have for dinner. You didn’t care what it was at this point.

Before you could go rummaging, however, your phone started to ring. You sighed and went back to the purse you dumped on the kitchen table, and you saw that the call was from Carla. Your brows knitted in confusion. She’d been on a business trip in California for one of her higher-profile trial cases.

Carla was polite on the phone, but sounded a bit stressed.

“Emily just called to tell me that Beau hasn’t come by to pick her up from school. She’s been there for two hours,” Carla said.

Your eyes widened in surprise. “What? That’s not like him.”

“I know, but he’s not picking up his phone. Is he with you?” she asked.

“No, I just got home. He has to be still at work,” you said. You restrained a sigh as you grabbed your purse back up. “I can pick Emily up.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, in a relieved tone that suggested that was what she’d wanted all along, but she still wanted to be polite about it.

“Yes, I’ll get her. Don’t worry,” you said. “And I’ll talk to Beau about this.”

“Good,” Carla said. “I appreciate that.”

After getting off the phone with Carla, you texted Emily and let her know you were coming to pick her up. She texted back:

Are you sure? I can just take an Uber to your place or something.

You replied:

No, honey. Don’t worry about it. I’ll be there in 15 - 20 minutes.

You didn’t manage to get ahold of Beau until you’d already picked Emily up from school. You braved through thirty minutes of traffic to get home again, and you stopped to grab dinner on the way.

Beau didn’t get to your apartment until later that night. You and Emily had a nice dinner of Tex-Mex takeout (though she’d said it was definitely better in Houston). He looked tired and apologetic as he went to hug his daughter first.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he said. “I just got held up at work.”

Emily nodded and tried to smile at him, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“It’s fine, I get it,” she said.

Beau knew his daughter well enough to see the truth. He sighed, but he went over to you in the kitchen next. You were putting away the leftovers. He laid a hand on your back and tried to kiss you in greeting, but you only gave him your cheek.

You didn’t meet his eyes when you slid over the plate you’d set aside for him: a massive carne asada burrito with all the sauces, just like he liked it.

Beau felt like an ass.

You left him to heat up his food and went to Emily, who was helping to clear the kitchen table.

“Do you need help with your homework?” you asked her. “I know you said you did some at school while you were waiting.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’m pretty much done. I’ve got it.”

You smiled at her. “Okay, good job.”

The next item on your mental list was grabbing the bedsheets out of the dryer, to set up the pull-out bed from the couch later for Emily to sleep.

Beau watched you putter around the apartment while Emily settled in front of the TV with the remainder of her homework. He felt like an outsider with his own girlfriend and daughter…and there was an eerily familiar feeling churning in his gut.

Later that night, you were reading in bed. Beau stepped out of the bathroom after a shower, with the towel wrapped around his hips, his chest and arms all dewy. You had to force yourself not to take notice.

You’d been missing him—practically aching for him for weeks, for two months. You were also upset with him though, and for more than one reason.

After he got dressed for bed in a long-sleeved shirt and some sweatpants, Beau once again noticed that deceptively calm look on your face. He knew that face, just as he sensed the tension in the air.

He sighed and came to sit on the edge of his side of the bed. Or at least, the side he’d claimed ever since he started sleeping over regularly here. Somehow, his own trailer had become a bit stale and lonesome, unless Emily was staying over.

Beau watched your profile and saw the way you were trying your best to ignore him.

“I get the feeling you’re mad,” Beau said, breaking the silence. “Sorry about today. I know Carla called you…I just got caught up with something at work.”

“Carla was right to call me,” you replied, though your eyes didn’t leave the page that you weren’t reading. Beau’s lips pursed.

“Darlin’, would you look at me, please?” he asked.

You dropped your book into your lap, and you met his gaze.

“All right, tell me. Why’re you mad?” he asked.

You raised your brows with a tense frown.

“I’m upset with you. Because this is the first night you’ve spent here in over a month. And it’s not because you wanted to.”

You shoved the blankets off your body and slipped out of the bed. Beau’s shoulders sunk a bit.

“Come on, honey. You know that’s not—” he tried, but you weren’t done.

No, you were very far from done.

“I’m upset with you, because every time I try to extend an olive branch and make plans with you, you reschedule at the last minute,” you snapped. “I’m upset with you because what few and far between conversations we do have? They consist of me trying to figure out what’s happening with you, trying to share with you about what’s going on with me—and you’re either half-listening, or you’re running off before the five-minute mark.”

Again, Beau opened his mouth to argue as his brows furrowed, but you beat him to it.

“And not to mention, you forgot your daughter,” you said. “You’ve been forgetting her, and you’ve been shutting me out.”

Beau stood along with you, his whole body tense with frustration.

“Look, it’s not like I’m out there cheating on you! I’m doing my damn job!” he said.

His words hit you like a physical blow. Your mouth fell open in soft shock. Tears even stung in your eyes.

“Reminding me of Michael,” you nodded in understanding. “Okay. Wouldn’t be the first time this month.”

Beau bristled; he didn’t think it was right for you to compare him to your bastard ex-boyfriend.

“Hey, that’s not fair,” he said.

"This isn't fair," you retorted, gesturing between you both with a pointed finger.

Beau's lips pursed. His jaw clenched as he averted his gaze, so he could better hold his tongue before he said something he might regret.

Too late...

Eventually, you stopped waiting for him to answer you.

Beau saw how you withdrew, both from the argument, and from him with a sigh. You crossed your arms and held yourself when you headed into the bathroom.

He internally deflated. Shit.

Something told him that if Emily wasn’t occupying the only other sleeping place in this apartment, he’d have been booted out of your room.

Things were tense the next morning.

Beau agreed to take Emily to school, since you picked her up yesterday. You gave Emily a hug before they left, and you had even packed her a good lunch for school. You knew she had to do that herself whenever she stayed at her dad’s place.

And yes, while the teen was old enough and responsible enough to pack her own lunch, you just wanted to make sure she knew you were still in her corner, no matter what friction might be happening between you and her dad.

You and Beau parted ways that morning with tension still lying between you, just like it had been last night in your bed. After they headed out, you found yourself at a loss, feeling unbalanced.

You didn’t have a class today until noon, so you took the morning to truly think about what was happening here. Whatever Beau’s case was about, you knew it was serious and complex, and he didn’t want to talk about it, likely for your safety.

All you could hope was that Beau, Jenny, Poppernak and the rest of the team were able to solve it quickly. You even began to wonder if it was fair of you to add stress on Beau’s shoulders when he was dealing with something that was clearly taking all of his energy, and making him distant with both you and Emily.

Blowing out a big sigh, you supposed you could try to be gracious one more time. You braved the annoyance of putting real clothes on—a blouse and work casual pants, as you later would have to go in to work.

You first headed over to the precinct with your purse on one shoulder and a plastic bag hanging from your other hand.

You entered the double doors and walked in past the reception desk, then through the bullpen. You noticed right away that there was a commotion going on, as you saw Jenny leading in a man handcuffed behind his back. You almost bumped into him as they crossed you in the hall.

The man was tall and lean, with pieces of his coiffed dark hair falling over his sharp blue eyes. They found you, and his lips curved into a smile after he gave you a once-over.

His smile made a shiver of unease prickle down your spine as you froze.

“Keep moving, Casey,” Jenny ordered.

Beau was right behind her, though the moment he took in the exchange between you and Casey, Beau stalked forward and stepped in between, urging the other man forward with a firm hand on his shoulder and a stern look of warning.

Jenny and Popernak led the suspect into a room for questioning, while Beau’s hand found the small of your back and guided you into his office.

He closed the door behind him and carded a hand through his hair. He let out a subtle breath and turned to face you. He didn’t look all that happy to see you, just tense.

“What’s going on?” he asked. “Sorry, we’re a bit busy today.”

Before you could speak, he added, “Matter of fact, it’d be better if you called first next time.”

Your mouth snapped shut. Your brows knitted together in a glare, and you handed him the bag you carried in. It contained a nice hot sandwich and fries from Tonya’s diner, made by Donno himself.

“Here,” was all you said, before you walked out the door of the sheriff’s office.

Beau watched you go in surprise, with the word “wait” halting on his tongue. His gaze traveled down to the open bag between his hands, and sure enough, the smell of a good meal hit him, making his mouth water and his stomach twist with guilt all at once.

Damn it, he sighed. But lunch (and a phone call to you) would have to wait. He set it down on his desk and hastened down the hall to where their suspect, in what had been dubbed the “Fall Murders,” had finally been arrested and held for questioning.

Casey Sanderson; ex-military, dishonorably discharged, an abusive mother in his childhood and an unstable mind following two tours in the Middle East had left him unbalanced, according to his friends from his unit.

His DNA was also discovered under the fingernails of the most recent victim, Christina Mendez. Two weeks ago, her body was found behind a gas station late at night, her neck carved by a knife, and bruises littering her arms and body.

Beau entered the room where Poppernak and Jenny had already gotten started on the suspect.

“Casey here has lawyered up,” Jenny informed him, though her gaze never left the suspect. They were forced to wait on further questioning until the lawyer arrived.

“Ah, the Sheriff of Nottingham,” Casey remarked. His cool blue eyes watch with a measure of nonchalance as Beau stood behind his deputies, arms crossed.

Casey nodded up at him. “Was that your girl out there in the hall?”

Beau’s formerly calm face turned to stone.

Casey’s lips curved slightly.

“Good taste,” was all he said.

His tone was mild, yet it still made Beau’s skin crawl. And his rage built, igniting his blood. He did everything he could to temper that wildfire into a simmer that rolled just underneath his skin.

Jenny and Poppernak knew him well enough to see what he was thinking. Both of them watched him with hidden wariness and concern, especially when Beau stepped forward, placing one hand on the table between him and Casey Sanderson. Darkened green eyes met cool blue.

“Where were you on November 2 between 10:00 p.m. and 4:00 a.m.?” Beau asked.

Beau was irate when, a few days later, the ADA prosecutor called him at his office first thing in the morning to inform him of the latest news on Casey Sanderson.

“What the hell do you mean he got out on bail yesterday?” Beau snapped. “We have DNA evidence.”

“He claims that he and Miss Mendez had consensual sex earlier that evening, in the women’s bathroom, of all excuses, but they parted ways after leaving the movie theater,” said the ADA. “As you know, we couldn’t put him directly at the gas station near the theater, where she was found. The defense lawyer convinced the judge that the remaining evidence is too circumstantial to warrant holding him without bail.”

Fuckin’ hell, Beau let out an angry breath, carding his fingers through his hair. He hung up with the ADA moments later. His cell phone lighting up with a notification drew his attention, even perking him up a little, but he deflated when he saw it wasn’t from you.

Just Carla letting him know that she’d take Emily for the weekend this time, just like he’d asked. He felt bad for it, but he needed more time to concentrate on his cases. Sanderson was just one of many now, and Poppernak and Jenny couldn’t handle it all.

Beau tried to rub his tired face back to life, but once again, he thought of you. He still felt guilty, and he still missed you. Missed you like hell.

He hesitantly picked up his phone and he called you, hoping you wouldn’t let it go to voicemail again.

Admittedly, you were being a bit petty. You were screening your boyfriend’s calls.

However, if Beau Arlen wanted to see you, then he could get his ass up off that office chair and come to you this time.

You were tired of giving out olive branches left and right. You didn’t deserve to be the one left waiting and wringing your hands, wondering if this man even cared about you…as much as you’d come to care about him.

So you ignored his call—the second one today, and you prepared for your afternoon classes.

Even after your classes were done for the day, you graded a batch of papers to get them out of the way. As much as you couldn’t wait to go home, you didn’t feel like doing more work when you got there.

Another hour and a half ticked by before you finished grading and inputting the percentages into the online gradebook. Then, with a weary sigh, you grabbed your purse and your workbag and headed down to the garage where your car was parked.

You always tried to park in the same spot for faculty, in a space closest to the elevators. You found your car and put down your workbag in the backseat first. When you closed the door, you saw a figure in the window’s reflection.

You gasped and turned around. A man covered your mouth as a scream tore from your throat and echoed loudly in the garage.

He shoved you hard against the car door, but thanks to a few self-defense lessons from both Jenny and Beau, the heel of your hand came up on reflex.

It hit the man up the bridge of his nose with a crack. He shouted and reared back. When he pulled his hand back, it came away bloody. And you finally recognized him as the man you saw at the precinct: tall, thin, dark brown hair, angry blue eyes now staring back at you.

“Fucking bitch,” he chuckled. “Got some fight in you.”

Fear was a living thing inside you, but you somehow managed to force your body to move.

You scrambled for the driver’s door of your car and tried to open it, but the man shoved it closed, then grabbed at you once again. His forearm pressed across your chest and pinned you there.

The edge of a knife poised at your throat, making you freeze in panic. The blade teased your skin, hot breath against your cheek.

“Freeze, Casey!” came an angry shout. Both you and your attacker recognized that voice. Your breath was stifled in hope. Casey frowned in frustration.

Just over his right shoulder, you saw Beau holding his gun aimed at the man who held you. His brows were drawn together, his entire body poised to react to whatever Casey did next.

“Turn around, hands up high, and drop that knife,” Beau ordered.

Casey’s mouth edged into a humorless smile. “Evening, Sheriff. Up for a date night?”

He slid the blade just slightly against your skin, enough to draw a line of blood, and make you inhale sharply.

“I’m not gonna say it again! Turn around and drop the goddamn knife,” Beau snapped. “Try anything else, and I’ll make a third hole in your spine.”

Letting out a breath through his nose, Casey’s façade of nonchalance fell. He released you, stepping back slowly with his hands held in the air. The knife slipped out of his hand.

Beau stalked towards him before it even clattered to the floor. You were frozen where you stood pressed against your car.

You watched Beau stow away his gun and wrangle Casey’s hands behind his back, slapping on some tight handcuffs, and getting the man onto his stomach on the dusty ground, his cheek pressed hard to the asphalt. Beau held him down with one hand while he fished for his cell in his pocket to call for backup on the arrest.

Beau’s head lifted to catch your eyes. He gave you a reassuring look.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got this,” he said.

His voice was warm for you, steady. When you nodded, it was a jerky motion as you held a hand to your racing heart. You then raised it shakily up to your neck and swiped at the trail of blood there. The wound itself was minor, just a sting, but it was a cold reminder of what could’ve been.

The wait for Jenny and the rest of the team was agonizing.

Beau kept Casey on the ground, facing away from you. Eventually you were able to peel yourself off the side of your car and climb into the driver’s seat, just so you wouldn’t have to keep looking at the man who attacked you.

Jenny and Poppernak arrived within half an hour to haul Casey up and drag him into Jenny's SUV. That allowed Beau to return to your car and tap on the window of the driver’s side. You jolted and looked over to find Beau’s reassuring face.

“They took him. It’s okay,” he said, only a little muffled through the door. You nodded and gestured for him to step back, so you could open the door.

The moment you were on your feet and out of the car, you went into Beau’s waiting embrace. Hot tears welled up in your eyes. You hiccupped and struggled to breathe steady, but Beau held you tight and soothed a hand over your hair, down your back.

“It’s over, honey, I promise. I promise I’ve gotcha,” he said quietly in your ear. You nodded and let his warmth seep into you.

“I’ll take you home, okay?” he said. “We’ll get your car tomorrow.”

You sucked in a trembling breath.

“Please,” you agreed. “Take me home.”

“Am I going to have to testify in court?” you asked.

Beau held you close in your bed later that night. You two had dinner together and had been rewatching old episodes of Friends to take both of your minds off what happened today.

Beau reluctantly nodded in answer to your question.

“The ADA will probably ask you to, but…you can say no,” he said. “I’ll back you, whatever you decide.”

“No, I want to,” you said, even though the thought made you tremble inside. “That animal belongs in a cage.”

Beau silently agreed with you. He admired you for your vehemence, and your courage to even say that you wanted to testify against Casey.

Beau laid a gentle kiss above your brow and continued to rub your back. You both had the blankets up to your hips with a bowl of popcorn balanced between his thigh and yours. He moved it over onto his nightstand so he could curl you more securely against him. You raised your head to consider him thoughtfully.

“Why were you on campus?” you asked, as it finally occurred to you. “How did you know I was still there?”

“I thought I could catch you after your last class, so I went up to your office to see you,” he said. “But you weren’t there. A receptionist was on her way out though. She saw you head out a little while before, so I booked it back down to the garage to see if you were there.”

He was never more glad to heed his gut instinct. That was when he’d heard you scream.

The memory made his insides clench. Beau shook his head against the rest of it. He let out a heavy sigh.

“I’m so damn sorry for what happened. You gotta know, all this time, this is what I was trying to prevent,” he said, with pain written on his face. “But I’m also sorry that I shut you out. You and Em. I just didn’t know how else to keep you out of this. After what happened this summer…I wasn’t gonna let that happen again.”

With tears stinging in your eyes, you nodded. You knew now that he hadn’t meant to hurt you.

Beau Arlen truly was a good man, and that was hard to come by.

You shifted so that you were propped up on your elbow, resting on his pillow. You stroked his cheek.

“I understand. And I’m sorry too. I know that your job can be difficult, and stressful, and sometimes dangerous,” you said. “But I need you to talk to me. If we’re going to do this for the long haul, we need to communicate. I can’t be left in the dark like that again, Beau. I just can’t…"

It was your turn to sigh. "It feels too close to what I went through with Michael. Being lied to. Being told what I wanted to hear, never actually knowing what was going on, until it was too late.”

You admitted that last part with a hitch of emotion in your voice, meeting Beau’s eyes. His were full of remorse.

“I know. Again, I’m sorry. I promise, I’m gonna work on it,” he said, nodding. He planned to make it up to his daughter too. He would talk to her tomorrow.

You drew his attention back with the hand caressing his cheek.

“I just don’t want anything like that to happen to us. I love you too much,” you said. A tear worked its way down your cheek. “Beau, I love you.”

Beau grasped your hand, holding it to his cheek. His furrowed expression eased, and his lips slowly turned up into a smile. A true one, hinting at all the charm that was unique to this man. You’d missed that smile.

He dried your cheek with a gentle hand.

“Well that’s good,” he said. “Because I don’t think I’ve loved you more than I do right now.”

You laughed through more of your tears, and let him guide you into a tender kiss. One sparked another, and more, each one more searing than the next.

Beau’s fingers disappeared into your hair, just as your legs tangled themselves between his when he rolled you over, and underneath him, where he continued putting actions behind his words.

He gave you a promise that night, one that you’d both try to hold yourselves to in the morning.

AN: Ahh, I'm soft. This feels like the more "official" end to Take Me Home, though I'd be open to come back to these two if new ideas hit me. But until then, let me know what you thought of this one! 😘

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The Choice: Chapter Eleven

All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.

Summary: You find three of your favourite characters in your home. It shouldn’t be possible, but there they are. In the flesh. How the hell did they get there? And surely there’s a way to get them back? But as you get close to each one, the thought of sending them back proves difficult to comprehend.

Characters/Pairings: Fem!Reader x Ben (Soldier Boy)

Warnings: Smut, p in v, doggy style, dirty talk, language, finger sucking, smidge of praise kink, hair pulling, spanking, ass play, typical Soldier Boy behaviour.

W/C: 1,826

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, sweetcheeks, and I won’t stop. Not until your pussy pops.”

His words whipped around inside your mind, turning you on to no end. Without warning, the walls of your vagina clamped down. You shuddered, unable to stop it.

He had you now. And he would get what he wanted.

You pushed up on your hands, but a hard shove on your back had you faceplanting the mattress.

“I didn’t say you could kneel. Fucking stay there until I say so.”

Yes, sir.

Oh God. Your pussy clenched at nothing, your hands fisting the bedsheets, desperate to control the need raging through you. He dropped his hand from your jaw, body retreating off the mattress. Large hands gripped the band of your lounge pants. With one tug, he had them over your ass, along with your panties. He whipped them right off, and you heard two sets of material pooling on the floor the next moment.

Ben nestled above you again, bed dipping as he retook his position over you. His bare hands gripped your thighs, and he pushed your ass up.

Cool air met your heated core. It could not render the burning intensity of your arousal as your bare pussy was presented before him.

A thick, hot pole brushed against your inner thigh, causing you to jerk. A dark chuckle escaped from Ben’s throat.

“Suck on these.”

He pushed two fingers past your lips. And you did what he asked of you. You sucked the thick digits, swiping them occasionally with your tongue. A deep groan rumbled from Ben.

“Fuck, baby. Would you suck me off as prettily as you suck my fingers? I can imagine your hot little mouth wrapped around my cock.”

Your cunt twitched. Did his filthy mouth turn you on? Yes, it did. Mark had never said anything like that to you. He had never bothered trying.

Ben pulled his fingers free, and the next moment, they were sliding deep into your pussy. You moaned, duvet soaking up the sound. Mark hadn’t made you moan like that. Ever.

Your snug muscles clenched around him.

“Fuck me. You’re tighter than a nun. Jesus, it really has been a while for you.”

You whimpered, white-knuckling the sheets as he stroked. You shuddered through each stroke, cunt pulsing around him. His fingers curled, stroking against a soft pad of tissue. You jerked forward, pussy fluttering as pleasure whipped through you.

Your body trembled. Fire churned in your belly, flaming to your core. Heat lashed, swamping down, as intensity built, tightening in your gut. He had you whimpering through each stroke, pussy fluttering around his fingers.

“Looks like you’re gunna blow.” He chuckled.

Then you did. You exploded, gushing around Ben’s fingers. You cried out his name into the sheets, riding the waves as he stroked you through them.

“Didn’t clock you for a squirter.”

He was observing as you trembled in the aftermath, catching your breath.

His fingers retreated, only to grip your thighs, pulling them apart, leaving a wet, sticky mark on one. Thumbs traced your parted lips. You shook, whining and jerking from his touch. You were much too sensitive.

Your ass stung as a harsh slap landed on your left ass cheek.

“Don’t be a baby.”

He rubbed the hot crest of his cock between your parted lips, using your wetness as a lube. Then he pressed the head to your snug pussy entrance.

“Open that pretty little pussy for me.”

Ben nudged forward. Your cunt gripped him, muscles enveloping him, stretching tender tissue for him. He was so fucking wide. Wider than Mark. You shuddered again as pleasure-pain tore through you. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears. You could tell he was heavy and thick from the crown alone.

His hand fisted your hair, and pinpricks of pain rained over your skull as he yanked your head up.

“You’ve got a greedy little cunt.”

You whimpered. What could you say to that? Thank you?

Ben’s cock suddenly surged forward, punching through nerve endings, only stopping to a natural rest once his balls smacked against your ass.

You cried out, your muscles clamped, sucking and squeezing as they desperately tried to adapt to his size.

Ben was larger in all ways than anyone you’d ever been with.

He groaned.

“Fucking perfect.”

You weren’t ready, but he didn’t care. His thrusts were powerful, smacking into you with full force, taking the breath from your lungs. The metallic bed frame creaked and banged against the wall with each of Ben’s hard drives. Heat swamped your belly. His strokes were like a constant strike of a match.

You’d never come like this. Never penetratively.

They were hard, brutal pumps. His cock forged forward, bottoming out each and every time.

You moaned loudly, unable to control it, unable to keep it in. You didn’t mind the pain along your scalp, the iron grip he had on your ass cheek, and you even liked the rugged, guttural grunts Ben gave with each thrust. It had your pussy slicking, allowing for his cock to surge forward with even more ease. The sloppy sounds coming from your cunt filled the room, mingled along with sweat and the scent of sex.

This was what it was like to be dicked senseless.

Your college girlfriends had gushed about it. You could never join in; sometimes, it had you green with envy. At times, you resented them. And Mark. Especially Mark. Mark hadn’t cared for your pleasure, only his.

Your cunt clamped down hard. Ben growled. You knew what was about to happen. Heat lashed down your body.

Teeth nipped at your shoulder. Then you were hauled up, his fist still gripping your hair. Your back arched, and with the change of angle, your cunt squeezed, gripping him, as you moaned out. You were more than close. Anything could and would send you over the edge.

“Squirt your pretty little pussy all over my cock. Come on, doll.”

His hand travelled up from your plump ass cheek, fingertips skimming over your moist skin, rudely pushing your bra to cup a plentiful breast. He squeezed and tweaked a nipple.

Intense pleasure shattered through your system, racing across your skin. The strength of your orgasm had you screaming his name, had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and whiting out.

“Don’t you dare pass out on me, now, girly.”

You came to, a palm slapping your cheek. Your eyelids fluttered open, and a slight whine escaped your lips as you felt Ben’s cock stroking lazily inside your oversensitive pussy.

“On your elbows.” He commanded, and you did as he asked.

He smacked your thighs with the back of his hand, pushing them further apart.

“Good girl.”

A different type of pleasure rolled through you. You liked it when he praised you. A sense of satisfaction came over you, and you fought the smile on your lips. Which disappeared as soon as Ben pressed a wet thumb into your puckered starfish.

You whined, bucking. You didn’t like that. The harsh sting of a slap settled on your ass cheek.

“Don’t be a baby. You’re gettin’ my fingers in your ass.”

Ben refixed one fist in your hair and fucked you slowly as his fingers teased your asshole. He squeezed your globes, occasionally alternating as he slid fingers over your hole.

You whined. The angle of his cock had you chasing a second orgasm faster. His playing sent tingles spreading across your ass, settling into your cunt. Your clit throbbed, wanting that release, but you couldn’t have it. Not yet.

Ben pumped faster, managing to slide a finger into your rectum. The penetration of his finger alone made his cock feel tighter in your pussy. He’d taken up all the remaining space.

Ben stroked until you were a shaky mess, on the brink of another orgasm. You clutched the sheets, desperate for it. Ben added another finger in your ass. That familiar pleasure-pain whipped around like a swirling vortex.

“Please, Ben.” You begged.

You wanted to cum. Oh, my God, it was right there, right on the cusp.

Ben slammed back into you, striking that final match and fucking you into oblivion. You cried out, gushing everywhere.

Ben’s thrusts began to stutter. Both hands gripping your hips, grunting with each effort. He roared out as thick, hot ropes of cum lashed your inner walls. He didn’t stop until he had sunk every last drop within you.

You collapsed onto the mattress when he finally released you. You hoped Ben didn’t want another round. You didn’t think you could go again.

Drowsiness settled quickly, and you couldn’t fight as it took over.

It was dark when you awoke. The curtains were closed, and everything was quiet except for Ben’s snoring. You were in bed. Ben must have placed you there after passing out. The urge to pee pressed on your bladder. You didn’t want to get out of bed. It was so warm. But needs must.

You slipped out of bed, being careful not to wake Ben. He had left you in your bra and t-shirt, though he hadn’t adjusted your bra back to cover your exposed breast. From the din, you saw the outline of your panties and lounge pants, along with his sweats.

As your eyes adjusted, you spotted your pyjamas from the end of the bed. They were tangled up in the sheets on Ben’s side.

Just great.

You silently headed to the end of the bed and carefully detangled your pyjamas. Ben stirred. You froze. But he snored loudly and rolled over. Relief akin to the incredible orgasm you’d experienced earlier washed through you.

Thank fuck.

You snuck out of your room, picking up your panties along the way, opting out of using the en-suite for fear of waking Ben up. You walk along the hallway, hoping not to get caught by Dean or Beau. You had no idea what the time was.

You made it to the bathroom with no issues. Sitting on the john, relieving yourself, you peered down. Ben’s seed had dried on your thigh. You hadn’t even thought about protection. It hadn’t even occurred to you or Ben in the heat of the moment. You were an adult. It should have.

Idiot.

You could get pregnant.

Shit.

He was a Supe. You were a human. Becca and Ryan came to mind.

Oh God.

What had you done?

You held your head in your hands. Your brain scrambled to remember where you were in your cycle and how long ago it had been since your last period. You’d never been good with remembering. Except the week prior, as your tits would ache like fuck. That’s when you knew you were near.

What if he did? Would you keep it?

Would you? You had no doubt that in your mind, you would. Though with your luck, it probably wouldn’t take.

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waynes-multiverse · 1 month

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Kinky request? 🤔 I don't know if you got this one already but how about Beau loving the risk of getting caught fucking in his office? Maybe turning it into a Blowjob under his desk befor they actually get caught by Popcorn or Jenny?🤭

A/N: Yup, I haven't forgotten about Dirty Drabbles. My inbox is still full of these, so here's another one. Enjoy some naughty alone time with our favorite Sheriff! 🤍🤠

Pairing: Beau Arlen x FBI Agent!Reader

Warnings: +18/NSFW, shameless flirting, semi-public smut, office blowjob, some fluff as well

Word Count: 1.4k

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Jurisdiction

A few hasty knocks on his office door drew the Sheriff’s attention away from his files and to the intruder. He told Jenny and Poppernak he needed some peace and quiet this afternoon to catch up on the piling paperwork on his desk.

God, he hated paperwork. It was his least favorite part of the job.

“Popcorn, I told you I don’t wanna be disturbed,” Beau barked a little rougher than usual, the tension headache making him slightly cranky.

“Yes, sir, I know.” Poppernak swallowed and blinked at him insecurely, forcing a deep sigh from the Sheriff’s lips. “But, uhm, you have a visitor.”

Beau’s features lightened at that. Maybe Emily decided to surprise him with lunch. “Who?”

“FBI, sir.”

Once more, Beau sighed heavily, the crease in his brow reappearing. “Alright, what do they want?”

“She wants to see an old friend,” said a female voice, Beau’s head tilting at the familiarity before a smile spread on his freckled face.

“Sorry, couldn’t keep her out any longer,” Jenny apologized as she rushed in behind the agent.

“It’s alright,” Beau told his deputy, his grin only growing. Soon his sunny smile reached from ear to ear. “Special Agent Y/N Y/L/N, I’ll be damned… What brings you into my little corner of the world, huh?”

Y/N chuckled, her smile competing with his. “Heard you had a serial killer on your hands. Thought I check it out, offer my help…”

“Ah.” Beau nodded and got up from his creaking swivel chair, sauntering closer to her. He leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms in front of his chest, the shirt tightly stretching over his muscles. “Of course, the FBI’s snooping around. I believe that ain’t your jurisdiction, sweetheart.”

“C’mon, we’ve had fun last time we’ve worked together,” Y/N said and winked.

Beau laughed, his cheeks flushing red, the change of color luckily hidden by his beard. “That we did. And here I thought you just came here to see me.”

“Who says I didn’t?” Y/N smirked.

“You guys know each other?” Jenny asked curiously, catching some of the flirtatious air in the room. Beau guessed that if the blonde didn’t make the connection, she wouldn’t be such a good detective but still hoped she wouldn’t tease him about it once their shift was over.

“Worked a case together down in Texas. Cartel business,” Y/N explained without taking her eyes off the Sheriff. It was as if the others in the small office didn’t even exist.

“Yup, Special Agent Y/L/N is one of the best in the narcotics game,” Beau added.

“Major Crimes now, actually,” Y/N corrected him.

“Look at you!” Beau nodded, impressed, sending her a smile before he turned to his two subordinates. “Guys, how about you let me catch up with Agent Y/L/N, see if we need the FBI’s help with this one, alright?”

“Sure, boss,” Jenny said and shot him a knowing smirk. The blonde then grabbed a confused Poppernak and dragged him out of the office, closing the door behind them.

“Good to see you, Y/N,” Beau said with a warm smile as soon as the two of them were alone.

“You, too, Arlen. That Sheriff title suits you,” she replied flirtatiously. “So, you’re back with the ex?”

“Why are you asking?” he fired back immediately.

Y/N shrugged innocently. “Just assumed since you moved up here.”

“Nah, just did that for the kid,” he explained and could’ve sworn she looked relieved. “What about you? Still seeing that spunky DA?”

“Ted?” Y/N scoffed, shaking her head. “God, no. Dumped that guy months ago.”

“Good, I never liked that guy,” Beau admitted with a small smile that probably gave away too much. But if Y/N caught it, she surely didn’t care.

“Yeah, I never liked your bitch of an ex-wife either,” Y/N said bluntly and grinned at him unapologetically.

“Still got a mouth on you, huh?” Beau’s gaze wandered down her body, feeling his dick harden and strain his pants. Her hips, ass, and thighs were clad in tight denim, her breasts close to spilling out of her white blouse and bra as he bit back a lustful smirk.

“You betcha. You always loved that about me,” Y/N retorted, wiggling her eyebrows. Stalking closer to him, she stopped directly in front of him, so close their breaths mingled as her fingers played with the collar of his shirt. Chewing seductively on her lower lip, she asked, “Still into living and loving dangerously?”

Beau didn’t respond to that question. Instead, he grabbed her and pulled her closer in one swift motion, crashing his lips against hers and sliding his tongue inside her mouth.

“Lock the door,” he ordered her in a deep growl, the need for her painfully pushing against his zipper.

With the door locked, Y/N was back in his arms only seconds later. He devoured her mouth, tasted every drop of her as she moaned and palmed his rock-hard cock through the fabric.

“God, I forget every time how fucking big you are,” Y/N breathed devilishly into his ear and unbuckeled his belt.

“Shit,” Beau panted as her hand crawled inside his boxers.

Not a minute later, she was on her knees in front of him, his pants and underwear pooling around his cowboy boots and his hands caught in her hair, guiding her where he wanted her the most. As her amble lips finally enveloped his thick length, he almost blew his load right then and there. She giggled at his restraint and taunted him even further by brushing her tongue along his throbbing cock, her hand cupping and rolling his balls just the way he liked it.

Goddamn, he had forgotten how good she was at this and how much he truly had missed it.

He decided right there he wouldn’t let another opportunity pass him by. There had been too many over the years, and he knew, soon enough, there would be none left. Y/N was a catch, and he needed to be the guy who caught her before someone else – someone like fucking Ted – got to it.

“Fuck, darlin', don’t stop,” he groaned and closed his eyes as her lips sucked his dick empty.

But Y/N would’ve never dared to stop, loving the way the Sheriff jittered above her and fought tooth and nail to hold out for as long as possible. She loved how much control she had over him, how he bit his lower lip almost bloody, and how his knuckles turned white around the edge of the desk.

“If I let you come down my throat, are you gonna let me in on the case?” Y/N asked and looked up at him, her tongue mischievously teasing his swollen and leaking tip as their gazes met.

“Fuck, yeah…” Beau grunted, having a hard time getting the words out as his nerve endings were electrified. “Already made that decision when you strolled in here, sweetheart.”

“Really?” Surprised, Y/N raised a brow at him, her lips molding around his cockhead before she teasingly retreated again, repeating the torturous action a few more times.

“Shit, yeah… I want you to stay this time,” Beau pressed out through his teeth and harshly squinted his eyes closed.

“Alright,” Y/N replied nonchalantly and smirked up at him. “Thought you’d never ask, Sheriff.”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Beau exclaimed louder than he wanted to when her head bobbed up and down his aching length with vigor.

A few more strokes of her sinful tongue, and he spilled hot white ropes of cum down her throat and pantingly watched her swallow every last drop.

Still catching his breath, he helped her back onto her feet like the gentleman he was before the supposedly locked door suddenly burst wide open and a shocked Poppernak blinked at him with even wider eyes, not knowing where to look.

“Uh, sorry, sir! I thought you called!”

Sheriff Arlen then turned the deepest shade of red of his life, this time even visible through his thick beard, hearing Y/N’s amused laugh reverberate in his ringing ears. He was literally caught with his pants down.

And now, Beau was certain he’d never hear the end of it from his deputy.

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A Detour To Remember

(Beau Arlen x you)

Warnings : contains smut, so minors do not read! 🔞‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

After a long week and the case that shook the whole town finally wrapped up, Beau offers you a lift home, only to take a detour that turns into quite a heated encounter 🔥🥵

“Need a ride, Y/n? I’m going your way.” Beau asks snapping you out of your daydream. You look up from your desk, slightly blushing that Beau has asked you if you want a ride home.

Ah, Beau Arlen. You knew you were in trouble the moment he walked into the sheriff's office stating he would be stepping in as temporary sheriff. You knew you had to keep your distance, he was kind of your boss after all. It would be wrong of you to think anything would happen between the two you. Besides he seemed to be very close to Jenny Hoyt.

Beau waits, gently smiling, not trying to pressure you. You sigh. You are tired and want to go home. You had all just finished the biggest case the town had seen. You and Beau were the last two people in the building. Poppernak usually gave you a lift home seeing as you lived near each other, but he had to go run some errands. You didn't really want to be walking home by yourself this late at night, so you politely accept Beau's offer.

Humming along to the music coming from the radio, you didn't notice how Beau has been stealing glances at you since the moment you got in the car. Beau had it bad, and he knew it. He'd spoken to Jenny about the feelings he's developed for you. But he didn't think you'd feel the same. You barely looked at him or spoke to him.

He is driving you along the beach road, and you are startled and a little nervous when he turns into one of the beach parks and pulls up. You gently suggest to Beau that you should head on home.

Beau just smiles at you. “It’s a lovely night, you can hear the waves breaking on the shore, the moon is full… let’s just sit here for a while.”

“That’s all? Just sit?” you reply coyly.

“Maybe have a cuddle in the back seat…” he suggests.

You make a show of being reluctant, but you agree. After the move Beau gently draws you into his arms and just holds you lightly while you snuggle up next to him, enjoying his warmth. Then he tilts your head, lowers his own and gently kisses you. He looks up again and smiles at you, and the next time he lowers his head the kisses are not quite so gentle, stirring a delicious heat within you. Beau gently rubs your back as he continues to kiss you.

Your enjoying the kissing, that interesting warmth, and the gently caressing hand. You notice that the rubbing is slowly dropping down, but doesn’t take any real notice until you realize that he is now rubbing your ass. You stiffen slightly, wondering if you should protest, but before you can say anything the hand drops down to rest against your upper thigh, and just stays there.

You relax again, returning his kisses quite readily, snuggling closer. You don’t notice that Beau has moved his hand again until you feel the stroking on your inner thigh, and the fingertips skimming along the edge of your panties. “How has he managed that?” you wonder. You reach down, grab his hand and moves it firmly away from your leg.

Beau calmly moves his hand back up to your shoulder, gently rubbing the top of your back and then moving around to drift his hand across your chest, just above your cleavage. You feel his fingers brushing the top of your breasts, tracing them gently, across and to where your cleavage dips into the top of your shirt.

Should you stop him? He’s not really doing much, just touching lightly. Also, you find you are enjoying that gentle touch and are subconsciously lifting your breasts to enjoy the feel. You’ll let it continue, you decide. You can always call a halt if you think he is going too far.

Beau gently follows up his small advantage, letting his fingers dip under the edge of your shirt, teasing your lovely globes a little more, dipping a finger far enough under to brush a nipple.

You tense a little, lift your hand and place it on Beau’s, not to push it away as such but just to hold it in place and stop it exploring. Beau pauses in his exploring of your breasts for a few moments, then slips his hand out from under yours, continuing to tease your boobs, his finger slipping under the edge of your shirt and then out again.

Beau starts kissing you a little more deeply, touching a little more firmly, not rushing, just taking his time. His lips drift away from yours, brushing your neck and then drifting across your front, following the path of his inquisitive fingers.

You feel your top slipping. All those little dips under the edge have been gradually pushing it down. You hesitate and are reaching to hitch the top back up, when it slips that extra bit and drops off, freeing your breasts. Beau’s hand promptly follows it down, capturing one breast, squeezing it and rubbing the nipple, while his lips move to the other breast, taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking gently.

You freeze. You shouldn’t let this happen. He's your boss after all, You should stop it now. But it feels so good, and that warmth you have been feeling is spreading, curling slowly through you. You relax a little. It won’t hurt to let it continue.

You’re relaxing, enjoying the gentle suckling on your breast, not noticing that part of the warmth is being generated by a hand that has slipped back to your leg and is slowly stroking your inner thigh. His hand slides in-between your jeans and stomach then gently trails down, moving across your mound to the top of your panties.

That gentle touch on your pussy trickles through into your consciousness. “He’s touching me there,” you think incredulously, “and I’m not stopping him?”

Beau continues to tease around your panties, stroking you through them, slipping his fingers under them and touching your naked lips. Withdrawing and moving elsewhere, slowly stirring up that budding heat.

You feel Beau take your hand and move it, placing it on his lap and leaving it there. His hand wanders back to your breast, squeezing in time to the rhythm he is generating within your pussy.

“Why did he put my hand here?” you wonder. “What does he expect me to do?” You know where your hand is, so that lump under there must be…

You move your hand tentatively to the side, finding that at some stage Beau has found time to unzip. Your hand slips in, feeling for what you know you will find. Your fingertips brush his erection, then your hand closes over it, marveling at what you are doing. His erection is hot and hard in your grasp. Following your instincts, you move your hand up and down the shaft, enjoying the feel, rubbing your thumb over the head and feeling a rush within when you feel Beau gasp.

Beau continues to stroke you, then slips his hand up to the top of your panties and slides them down along with your jeans. Now your pussy is properly exposed to his wandering fingers, and his fingers are soon easing apart your lips and dipping within, feeling the heat and moisture there. Rubbing and stroking, entering and withdrawing, steadily building the tensions and expectations.

He moves his free hand around to pull your shirt off with your help. With a slight hint from Beau you lift your hips up off the seat for a moment whilst he deftly pulls your jeans off. Beau reaches back up and finishes removing your panties, looking at you with desire, lying there naked in front of him.

With a sigh you relax and let Beau continue kissing you, relishing the feel while his hand is busy lighting little fuses between your legs. You can feel the heat flowing up from your pussy and down from your breasts, seeming to pool deep within you. The fire is burning steadily and has to be addressed.

Beau opens the car door, scooping up a blanket from the floor and with a deft flick spreads it on the grass next to the car. He turns back to the car and holds out his hand to you.

You stare at him, glance down at the blanket and then back to Beau, standing there with his hand outstretched. “It’s going to happen”, you think. “If I take his hand he’s going to screw me. If I look away, he won’t.”

You blush. “I’m naked, and he wants to fuck me. What do I do?”

You reach out and place your hand on his. Never taking his eyes off you, he draws you from the car and down onto the blanket.

Beau slips off his trousers, moving onto the blanket next to you. Once again the touching starts, kissing your lips while his hand plays with your sensitive points, rekindling the heat before it really had a chance to die down.

He hooks a foot around one of your ankles, drawing your legs further apart. He moves over you and between your thighs, holding his weight away from you while letting his erection rest on your mound.

“You okay, Y/n? We can stop if you don't want this, I'll understand” he murmurs in a whisper.

“please don't stop, you have no idea how long I've waited for this” you whisper, expectation and anticipation plain in your voice.

Beau gently moves your lips apart and presses the head of his cock against you, releasing them to close over him. He eases in, taking it gently, slowly sinking deep within your tunnel. He pauses, watching your face. His eyes are bright and staring at you, clearly enjoying what he is feeling and eager for more. Beau smiles down at you and you smile back, and then he starts to move.

You gasp. The initial entry had been interesting and felt nice, but this is something else. Suddenly, you lose interest in looking at Beau. That is just distracting you from his cock moving within you. You feel Beau surging into to you, backing up and thrusting forward again. You move with him eagerly, matching his thrusts, urging him on, wanting it, harder and faster. Please. I need this. Babbling. Not knowing what you are saying, only knowing you need this sensation to continue, striving to reach a climax, determined to get there.

Beau is moving faster now, happy to feel you meeting and matching his efforts. You can see the tensions rising within him just as they are rising in you, just a little slower. Beau frantically tries to hold back, wanting to make sure that you come first, realizing it is hopeless and letting himself go, venting his climax within you.

Your gasping rises higher, seeming to stall on a peak and linger there while Beau presses home. You feel a sudden spurt from Beau and a hot liquid wash spill inside you. You climax, your muscles locking onto Beau, trying to hold him within you while you gasp through your orgasm.

You both relax afterwards, lying contented on the blanket. “Thanks for the ride,” you giggle. "Same time next week" Beau says back to you with a smile. He kisses you one last time before helping you with your clothes and actually driving you home.

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The Triplets (5)

Warnings: Tension. Jealousy. Praising. Oral sex. Face-sitting. Possessive sex. Spanking. Rough sex. Unsafe sex.

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Beau didn't say anything. He didn't say anything as he drove back home and didn't say anything as he led her inside her house and made her sit down on the couch of the living room. The same couch on which she had fucked Dean.

There were ten minutes of silence between them, in which Lizzie ate herself up in guilt and shame, embarrassed with what she had done.

"Lizzie," he spoke slowly.

She braced herself for him to yell and accuse her, but Beau didn't look any accusatory.

"What happened?"

She looked away from him.

"We were watching TV," she told him. "Drinking and talking... and then we were kissing. And making out. And... you know. It escalated."

He stared at her in shock, kneeling in front of her, and took her hand in his as he looked into her eyes.

"Did Dean force you into anything?" he asked. "Did he imply that you had to sleep with him for you to stay here?"

What? No!

"No! He would never do that!" she argued.

Dean was a good person!

"Uncle Beau, I promise, it was..." she bit her lips nervously and then felt her shoulders falling in shame. "It was my fault. I pushed him."

Beau frowned.

"I was feeling so lonely, and Dean was right there," she rambled. "And he was sweet, and he is hot, and I thought he would be the perfect guy to lose my virginity to, and he didn't mind!"

He stared at her with wide eyes.

"What?"

"And he offered to stop, but I said please!" she told him. "I asked him and he was nice, and he even got me plan b!"

"You're a virgin?" he repeated. "You were a virgin?"

She nodded, and he breathed in slowly.

"How did it happen?"

It took Lizzie a minute to figure what he was asking.

"Hm?"

"How did it happen?" he repeated.

She stopped, swallowing down a bit.

"I..." she looked for words. "We... were on the couch. And we undressed. And we tried to be quiet."

Beau nodded with her, licking his lips and she squirmed.

"And he fingered me," she whispered. "And... hm... put his mouth. You know. There."

Lizzie covered her face with her hands, embarrassed.

"God, on our couch?" he asked suddenly, looking at it with disgust. "Fucking Dean. You shouldn't have had your first time on this couch! I don't even remember the last time we washed it!"

"Oh, it's alright," she tried to reassure him. "I promise, Uncle Beau."

Beau covered his face with his hand, shaking his head a little.

"Did he give you an orgasm?" he asked suddenly.

She looked up at his face, surprised.

"What?"

"Please, sweetie," he looked at her. "Tell me you at least came."

She continued to stare at him.

"Why are you asking me that?" she asked, instead.

"If my stupid brother was so inconsiderate as to not give you a bed to lay in while losing your virginity, the least he could have done was make you cum, Lizzie."

"Uncle Beau, I-"

He sat down on the couch and reached for her, cradling her cheek.

"Lizzie, you are a good girl. A wonderful girl. You deserve such good things, I wish... I wish I could have given them to you."

Her breath stuttered.

Oh.

So that was why he was so angry?

He wanted to be in Dean's place.

Lizzie leaned closer to his touch and rested a hand on his knee.

"Why don't you show me?"

He hesitated, looking conflicted, and she rubbed her nose over his.

"Show me, uncle Beau?" she pleaded softly.

It was Lizzie who kissed him first, but Uncle Beau was very quick to make it deeper, pulling her right to his lap, sitting her on him with her legs spread.

Beau moved his hands up her thighs, caressing them.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to touch you?" he squeezed her. "How long I've wanted to kiss you, pretty girl? Lift that little sundress and eat out your pussy?"

Her face burned at the declaration, and gasped when he picked her up, starting to walk.

"You've become such a beautiful woman," he squeezed her waist, walking up the stairs. "All I could think about is that you deserve to be with someone who could take care of you. Make you feel good."

Her heart rushed as her face burned, flustered at his sweet words.

When did anyone ever want to take care of her after mum died?

Everyone wanted to fix her, to fit her somewhere and call the job done.

Beau laid her on the bed, moving back to close and lock the door, and she used the moment to take off her dress, thankful that she had put on her best bra, a lacy one, though it wasn't even intentional.

"God," he sighed, stopping in front of her. "You are so beautiful."

Lizzie bit her lower lip and moved her hand to her back, taking her bra off and tossing it away under his eyes, and did the same to her panties.

Beau swallowed down as he watched her, and she waited for him to come to her.

Instead, though, he moved his hand to his clothes, taking her off quickly, not even caring about where they went as he undressed.

He was beautiful.

A little different from Dean. Dean had a few scars on his torso that Lizzie didn't quite know the origin and Beau grew a little more hair on his chest, groomed but still natural.

She sat up and he was quick to kiss her lips again, making her stand, and he held her hips when she pulled away.

"I want you to sit on my face," he whispered.

Lizzie's eyes widened.

He what now?

Beau laid down on the bed and pulled her by the hand.

"Come here, sweetheart."

She sat on his stomach, instead.

"Uncle Beau, I don't know-"

"It's alright, baby," he moved his hand up to her chest, caressing her nipples. "Let me make you feel good. Please?"

Lizzie hesitated, looking at her thighs. They were pretty big.

She was pretty heavy.

"Don't worry," he winked at her, grinning largely. "I'm a strong man."

She couldn't say no.

So, she let Beau lift her up and pull her up.

She gasped and moaned when he reached for her, licking across her entrance and then her clit.

"Beau!"

He ate her out like a man starved, devouring her, exploring her folds, rubbing against her entrance and yet not pushing into her, playing with her clit, sucking on it sweetly.

"Beau, beau, beau-" she cried, gripping his hair, trying to push his face deeper into her cunt.

Fuck, this was maddening. Mind shattering.

"Please," she cried, though not knowing what for.

His hand held her in a bruising grip, and Lizzie cried out when she came, quivering as he licked her clean.

He didn't stop, licking and licking as she moaned and squirmed, and Lizzie gasped when he pressed his fingers against her entrance.

"Gotta prep you well," he spoke against her. "Make sure you can take my cock, sweet girl."

She squirmed, whining.

Lizzie had taken Dean's cock, hadn't she? Why did he have to tease her? she could take his cock too!

"Please, Beau," she begged. "Want your cock, please. I can take it, I promise."

But he didn't move, holding her in place, and Lizzie was the one who had to take control.

She lifted herself from his face, fighting his hands when he tried to get get back, and sat on his thighs, taking his cock in her hand and slowly massaging it.

Up and down, like she'd seen guys do it in porn, not squeezing too much but still trying to be firm.

"I want you inside me, uncle Beau," she looked into his eyes. "Please?"

He straight-up throbbed in her hand, maybe in the same way her pussy would squeeze around nothing when she needed something inside her.

Beau's face was covered with her juices.

He squinted at her, a little peeved, as if he was ready to punish her.

"Please," she pouted, insisting. "I need you."

He chuckled, relaxing.

"Those damn lips..." he purred, sitting up as she continued to stroke his cock.

It almost distracted her when he kissed her, but Lizzie tried to keep herself focused so he wouldn't win.

She shifted her hips, pulling the head of his cock against her entrance, and whimpered at the stretch when she felt it.

"You can do it, sweet girl," he bit her lower lip. "Slow and steady."

Lizzie bit her lower lip, letting go of his cock and wrapping her arms around his neck for support, and Beau held her hips with a hand as he used the other one to hold his cock in the right position as she sat on him.

"That's it," he hummed. "Good girl, taking my cock so well."

She closed her yees, resting her forehead on his.

"Gonna fill you up so well," he grunted. "Perfect fit."

She tried to keep herself from falling onto him, stying to stay composed, but he was so damn deep in that position.

Lizzie gasped when he finally filled her up, stuffing her full, even deeper than Dean.

"Uncle Dean..." she moaned weakly. "You're so big!"

Beau stopped under her, holding her.

He pushed his fingers into her hair and pulled back, and Lizzie's eyes widened when she realised her slip.

"What did you call me sweet girl?" he pulled her by her hair.

Lizzie gasped.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"I am your uncle," he pulled back and thrust all the way into her, hard and punctual. "I'm the only one who can make you feel good. The only one who deserved you."

She moaned and whined, embarrassed by her slip.

How could she have called him Dean?!

"Yes, uncle Beau," she moaned. "Only you! Only you!"

Beau fucked her hard, bouncing her on his lap as if she weighed nothing.

"Gonna fuck that thought into you so you don't forget," he huffed.

He grabbed her his, holding her completely as he made fucked her.

"This is my pussy now," he growled. "Mine to taste, to touch, to fuck!"

She came.

Shaking, whimpering, crying.

And it didn't go missed by Beau.

"Oh, did you cum, baby?" he mocked you. "I barely even touched you."

She whined, gasping when he lifted her, laying her on the bed.

Her chest was pressed against the blanket and before she could move her head, he pushed it down, pulling her hips up.

"Stay right there, baby," he commanded. "Keep your ass up for me."

Beau didn't move to fuck her for a moment, and Lizzie frowned in confused, ready to look at him when a sharp slap met her ass.

She gasped, but had no time to react as he slapped her again, again and again until she was whimpering and whining.

"Perfect bounce," he purred.

Finally, he penetrated her again, pushing his cock all the way inside her and moving just as fast as before, deep and hard.

"Say my name," he commanded, darkly.

"Beau," she cried.

But he slapped her ass again.

"Say it right, sweet girl."

Lizzie's innie's cheeks burned in embarrassment.

"Uncle Beau!"

He huffed, fucking her deep, nuzzling his face onto the crook of her neck as he pounded into her, moving his fingers to her clit and rubbing it fast.

Lizzie almost screamed at the close stimulation and her eyes rolled back at the sudden overwhelming pleasure.

He was so big, practically looming over her, covering her body with his body.

She could already feel herself so close to an orgasm.

"Please, uncle Beau," she pleaded. "Wanna cum, please."

He clicked his tongue.

"So greedy," he lamented to her. "You wanna cum again after you hurt my feelings?"

Lizzie whined, and he rubbed her clit harder.

"After you let Dean take what was mine? Hm?"

She pouted, turning her head to look at him.

"Please, uncle," she pleaded. "You said you'd make me feel good."

She could see the exact moment Beau softened, breaking, and licked his hips.

"I did, didn't I, sweet girl?"

Lizzie nodded, pouting a little more, and he leaned to her, kissing her cheek as he rubbed her clit.

"Cum for me, sweet girl," he whispered.

She reached her peak a couple of moments after and embraced the wive of her orgasm, letting herself be used as Beau fucked her until he soon reached his orgasm, spilling into her before she realised he was letting another man cum inside her willingly.

Plan B worked retroactively, right?

Beau stayed inside, breathing for a moment before he adjusted her to spoon her, kissing Lizzie's cheek as they relaxed.

It wasn't long until the fuzzy sex brain left her and she started worrying.

"Maybe we should clean up?" she asked. "Before anyone comes back home."

Beau caressed her side, kissing her cheek.

"Just relax," he assured her. "I can handle everything."

Lizzie exhaled, covering his hand with hers.

"Alright," she rested her head on his pillow.

She closed her eyes for a moment, dozing off.

The last thing she felt was Beau's fingers petting her curls as she fell asleep.

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