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xenaxena · 1 year ago

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Tap The Badge

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— pairing: beau arlen x female reader

— summary: you’re very turned on by the way the sheriff gestures to his badge

— word count: 1.2k

— warnings: established relationship, porn with little plot, oral sex (male and female receiving), cock praising (is that a thing?), body worship, hair pulling, unprotected sex (not real, use protection people)

— want smut without plot? scroll down to —xxx—

— author’s note: a description of what went through my head when i saw beau in this scene

“Beau, why are you dressed up for work?” you laughed a little, seeing him in his jeans, boots, button up, the whole deal. “It’s nearly ten o’clock, aren’t you coming to bed?”

“In a minute, darlin’, I’m practicing something,” he replied, not looking away from the full body mirror. You tore back the covers and got out of bed.

“What are you practicing?” you asked, folding your arms and furrowing your brows a little.

He turned away from the mirror to face you; “Sheriff Beau Arlen, ma’am,” he said sternly and tapped the badge attached to his left hip. You swallowed thickly. “How was that?”

“G-Good,” you nodded, “uhm, do it again just so I can- uh- really- evaluate your- uh- technique?”

He furrowed his brows but nodded, and did it again. “Beau Arlen, Sheriff.” He tapped the badge again, not missing how you crossed your legs. “Is this turning you on?”

“Oh god, yes. Do it again,” you exclaimed.

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“Sheriff Beau Arlen,” he said, again tapping the badge on his hip. “Anything I can do for you ma’am?”

“Oh god yes,” you dropped to your knees. “Please let me suck your cock.”

“As the Sheriff, I must ask you to hold still, ma’am.” He smirked down at you and patted your head a little before unzipping his pants and taking out his dick. You again swallowed thickly, practically salivating at the glorious sight. “And, as the Sheriff,” he gripped your chin gently, “I’m gonna have you suck this cock.”

“Oh god yes! Yes, sir, please fuck- I wanna suck this cock!” You looked up at him as he smiled before guiding his cock to your lips.

“Open up, ma’am.”

You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and teased him with your tongue. He let out a sinful moan which caused you to do the same.

“God, baby just like that, fuck!” he groaned, pulling at your hair with one hand, while the other caressed your stretched cheek. “So beautiful, so fuckin’ beautiful darling.”

All you could do was moan and stare up at him as you sucked off the Sheriff.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he said and pulled you off of him.

“What?” you asked, furrowing your brows.

“C’mon, stand up hon,” he whispered and helped you to your feet before he kissed you. “As much as I adore those lips around my cock I ain’t coming down your throat, I’m coming in the tight little pussy of yours.”

You let out a gasping moan before he kissed you again. One hand rested on your hip while his other hand reached down into your panties.

“Fuckin’ soaked,” he chuckled lowly. He moved his fingers through your folds, loving the sounds you made. He moved his hands under your shirt and helped you take it off, exposing your breasts and leaving you in just a pair of panties. He stepped back a little so he could truly examine your boobs. “Look at you.” He bit his bottom lip and cupped your breasts delicately.

“Beau!” you moaned and closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling of his hands playing with your soft skin.

“So fuckin’ perfect, such fuckin’ beautiful tits,” Beau mumbled. “God damn it, now I wanna come on these tits!”

“Beau, please just- just need you,” you gasped when he pinched your nipples. Your hands went to run up and down his forearms. “Need you i-in me, please Beau? Fuck!”

“Alright, darling I’ve got you,” he said and kissed you quickly. “Get in the bed, I need to undress.” You hurried over to the bed, ridding yourself of your panties on the way.

“Wait,” you stopped him from taking off his shirt, “d-do the badge thing one more time?” He smirked widely.

“Sheriff Beau Arlen,” he tapped the badge again, “you need to spread your legs for me, ma’am.”

“Yes, sir, anything for you Sheriff,” you exclaimed and spread your legs as you sat with your back against the headboard. “Could you please put your dick in me now? I really want you to fuck me, sir!” You didn’t miss the way his cock twitched and his breath hitched.

“Sorry, miss, but I think I’m gonna have to eat you out first,” he replied. “That pussy looks way too sweet.”

He didn’t waste another second and hurried onto the bed. He pulled you forward so you were laying down with his face between your thighs. He slowly dragged his tongue through your folds, swiping your clit quickly and watching as you threw your head back.

“Oh god, Beau- fuck!” you moaned. “Beau f-fuck I-I’m- ooh god!”

He didn’t let up. He put your clit between his lips and sucked in harshly, making you scream with pleasure. But he still didn’t stop. He then blew out, the cool air stinging your bud sweetly. He dragged his tongue down through your folds then back up. Up and down, side to side, never missing the way you convulsed when he hit certain parts.

“Cl-Close Beau! Fuck, so close!” you exclaimed.

“Mhm, hold on a little longer,” he laughed, the vibration going straight to your core. He put his lips back over your clit and again sucked on it, swiping his tongue across to add to the pleasure.

“Close, close, close, Beau!” you breathed, repeating his name over and over.

“Go ahead, baby, let go,” he mumbled before going back to work on your clit.

You let go and gushed all over him, closing your eyes tightly as you let the orgasm flow through you. When you came down from your high you were met with his stare; he hovered above you, his beard glistening with your cum.

“I love you so fuckin’ much,” you mumbled, still drunk with pleasure.

“Love you so much fuckin’ more,” he whispered back and kissed your lips.

When you started kissing him back he took that as his cue to slide himself into you.

You both groaned with pleasure.

“B-Beau!” You reached up to brush his face with your hand. “Fuck, I love you!”

He smiled and rested his forehead on yours as he pulled halfway out then thrusted right back in. He repeated the motion and had you moaning his name with each movement.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” Beau mumbled. “Fuckin’ goddess.”

“Close- Close again, B-Beau,” you whispered. “R-Really close.”

“Right there with you, honey,” he grunted. “Come with me.”

A few more thrusts had you screaming his name as you experienced your second orgasm of the night and he unloaded his semen into you.

“Fu-uck Beau,” you groaned as he slipped out of you and collapsed onto your heaving chest.

“I love you so much, darling,” he reached up to put his hand on your cheek, not moving his head to look at you. “So fuckin’ much.”

“You- You’re still in your uniform,” you reminded him. “Get more comfortable before you fall asleep, hon, you need to have a- a good night’s sleep for your first day of work tomorrow.”

He slowly lifted himself off of you and stood up. “Fuck all I had to do was take my dick out and I made you cum twice,” he chuckled.

“What can I say,” you shrugged tiredly, “you’re fuckin’ incredible Sheriff.” He bent down and kissed you quickly with a smile. “And I love you so goddamn much!”

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thebiggerbear · 6 months ago

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WIP Wednesday - 5/29/24 - Beau Arlen x Reader

A/N: Oh wow, I haven't done one of these in a while, but I've still been a busy bee behind the scenes. This is from another short series for Beau x Female Reader that I've been working on since, sheesh, July 29th of last year (don't judge me lol). It's another project I really love with my whole heart because it's allowing me to go to places with Beau and this world that I haven't gone to before and explore some...things about his character that we got a glimpse of in the show. Without giving too much away, this is going to be a bit darker than my average Beau story. I will start posting this very soon. I took out any specific spoilers. This takes place a bit after season 3. All unbeta'd.

Warnings: mentions of domestic violence (not Beau); injury/blood; a split second of violence

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel

Beau Taglist: @deans-spinster-witch; @birdiellie; @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @illicithallways; @muhahaha303

Jensen Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat

You and Poppernak had responded to a domestic disturbance call and the husband was obviously at least twice past the legal limit for blood alcohol. Seeing his wife’s rapidly blackening eye, you talked her into pressing charges to at least get him out of the house for the night, if not for longer. When you went to arrest him, he pulled a knife on you and you saw it just in time. As you moved away, dodging his blows, thankfully Poppernak snuck up behind him and knocked him to the ground. You both then tackled him and forced him to drop the knife. Once he was in handcuffs, Poppernak radioed for backup and a bus.

“You okay?”

You glanced at your bloodied shirt sleeve. “Yeah, I think so. Just a scratch.”

Poppernak shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. You’re getting that checked out.” He pulled a bandana from his pocket and placed it against your arm, urging you to keep it there and steadily apply pressure.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue. Usually, you would have but the wife was watching you and you knew what you had to do. Without realizing it, the stupid son of a bitch had just given the justice system the perfect reason to keep him from going back home right away, even if his wife changed her mind regarding the charges. Now, he had assaulted an officer, so you had even more reason not to resist the full process of reporting and medical follow up.

So here you were, in the ER, waiting on the nurse to finish up so you could get out of here.

“There. All set.” She snapped her gloves off and threw them in the trash.

“Thanks.” You carefully slipped your injured arm into the sleeve of your jacket.

The woman held up a sheet of paper. “Now, here are the care instructions. You’ll need to—”

You took the form from her and gave her a reassuring smile. “I appreciate it but I already know the drill. Not my first rodeo.” You slipped the other arm into your jacket and shrugged into it, wincing at the slight jab of pain.

“Okay,” she replied in a singsong voice, obviously assuming you were that type of patient. “You go home and get some rest now, you hear?”

She was gone before you could roll your eyes at her fake cheeriness. You pulled out your phone, about to text Poppernak that you were ready for pickup, when a young male nurse strolled in. “Oh, good. I’m glad I caught you.”

“I was discharged so…” You held up the paper in your hand as proof. No way were they keeping you any longer. You had a job to get back to, though you had a feeling you would be arguing with Beau not that long from now about you being able to complete your shift.

“Oh, I know. Dr. Strickland wants to see you quickly before you leave.”

Dammit, just when you were about to get out of here. “Do I have to?”

He gave you a look. “If Dr. Strickland is asking to see you, it’s probably best if you hear what she has to say.”

“Fine,” you groaned. “Where is her office?”

“Down the hall, make two lefts, then a right, first door on the left,” he directed as he began to clean up where you had just been sitting.

“That’s not confusing at all,” you muttered under your breath as you left the room. Much to your surprise a few minutes later, his directions had been spot on.

The door was open and you rapped on it, sticking your head in. Dr. Strickland glanced up from her desk and gave you a smile. “Deputy Y/L/N. I’m so glad Ryan caught you before you left. Please, close the door and have a seat.”

“Okay…” You did as she asked, plopping down into the open chair facing her. “Everything okay? My insurance should cover all of this, I’m pretty sure.”

Dr. Strickland waved a hand in dismissal. “This isn’t about that. If it were, you’d be sitting in the Billing Office instead.” She chuckled at her own joke.

Right. You had already had a rough few days; you weren’t really in the mood for jokes or being polite for politeness' sake, so you cut right to the chase. “What’s up, doc? Why did you need to see me?”

The older woman typed something up on her computer. “When you were brought in, even though it wasn’t a deep cut, I ran your blood work just as a precaution. In case a tetanus booster was needed.”

“I remember.” You weren’t afraid of needles but you weren’t exactly a fan so anytime one came near you, you made sure to look away until they were done doing whatever it was they were going to do with it.

“Well,” Dr. Strickland glanced over her glasses at you. “We found something.” She swung her gaze back to her computer, continuing to type.

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You should have fucking known. Ever since you’d come up here to Helena at Beau’s insistence, everything had been wrong. Why wouldn’t they find something in your blood work on top of everything else? “What did you find?” You nearly whispered.

The doctor’s eyes snapped to you and she gave you a reassuring smile. “Oh, nothing like that. Don’t worry.” She hit a button and the printer started up. She then folded her hands on her desk, patiently waiting for the paper to finish printing. “You’re pregnant.”

There was a ringing in your ears and you began to feel light-headed. There was no way you heard her right. “I’m sorry…what?”

“You’re pregnant,” she repeated, picking up the paper as it spit out from the printer. “Here is a copy of your test results.” She offered it to you and for a moment, you considered not taking it. There was no way; she must have made a mistake. Perhaps your results got mixed up with someone else’s.

“That’s impossible.”

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Actually, it’s quite possible. A blood test is ninety-nine percent more accurate than urine tests. It’s hard to know exactly how far along you are without a proper examination but the results don’t lie. You’re pregnant.”

The ringing and light-headedness got worse, so much so that you barely heard her telling you that you needed to make an appointment with your OB-GYN to start prenatal care and get your first ultrasound to determine how far along you were in your pregnancy. Pregnancy? What the hell was she talking about? There was no way you could be pregnant...no fucking way. Not the moment that you had finally put your foot down with Beau — oh God. Fucking…Beau!

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holylulusworld · 2 years ago

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Dream a little dream... masterlist

Summary: Your favorite fantasies come true.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Soldier Boy x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader, Beau Arlen x Reader, Russell Shaw x Reader

Sidepairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: language, naughty dreams, fantasies, fangirling, RPF, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, taking turns, creampie, a hint of oral (male rec), breeding kink, cuckolding (kinda), I’ll label this slightly dub-con (not to me but before anyone complains…), spanking, marathon fucking

Plot? What plot? it’s basically just fucking with Jensen Ackles’ characters

Contains: 💦 smut // 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 🖤 light smut // 🤍 implied smut

Dream a little dream of me (1) 💦💔

A Christmas dream (2) 💦

Another dream (3) 🤍

A birthday dream (4) 🤍

The power of dreams (5) 💦

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avanatural · 2 years ago

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That Simple

Part 6

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: Smut, fluff, angst, 18+

Word count: 3.9k

Chapter warnings: Some sad!Beau, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, protected sex (wrap it up!), swearing

A/N: This part contains smut! Do not proceed if you’re under the age of 18! As a Christmas present to my lovely readers, here is some Beau smut. I really hope you enjoy it! Wanna be on my Beau tag list? Send me an ask ❤️

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“Okay, Y/N,” she sighed, eyeing herself in the mirror, “You got this.” She gave herself a final nod of encouragement and exited the bathroom.

Tonight was the night. She was about to meet her partner’s daughter.

For this occasion, she’d put on a black skirt and the blouse that Beau fancied so much. Her hair was pinned to the top of her head in a neat bun, the front strands left out and curled to frame her face.

She walked into the living room, the heels of her shoes clicking against the floor. One look at the clock on the wall, and she released a breath. There was still some time left. Meaning she could play another round of forgotten items with her small handbag.

Phone? Check. Wallet? Check. Emily’s favorite chocolate? Check. Lipstick? Check. Keys? Oh, crap.

As Y/N went on her key hunt, storming through the living area, her phone started to sing loud cheerful tunes. She quickly fetched the device from her handbag. Her boyfriend’s name adorned the bright screen. She clicked ‘answer’ and pressed the phone to her ear. “Beau?”

His heavy voice carried itself through the speaker with an unspoken apology. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah… It’s just…” His tone shifted, changing from apologetic to matter-of-factly. Putting on his Sheriff-voice usually made these things easier. “We can’t have dinner with my daughter tonight.”

His words made the muscles in her body tense up. “What?”

“Her stepdad decided to surprise her with a… ‘glamping trip’. They’re headin’ out as we speak. Em just canceled.”

Y/N’s heart dropped like a stone to the bottom of a lake. She knew how much Beau cared about his relationship with Emily. And how draining his rivalry with Avery was. If her heart was sinking, she could only guess how her partner was feeling. “I’m sorry, Beau.”

“Yeah,” he croaked, the mask around his tone fading as he realized he’d once again lost a battle to Emily’s stepfather. Admitting it to Y/N, saying it out loud, only made his defeat sink in, which hurt all the more. “Me, too.” He then growled something to himself, something that sounded dangerously close to knuckle-dunking Avery’s teeth in.

“Hey… Why don’t you come over?”, Y/N suggested. She didn’t want to spend the night alone, and she could imagine neither did Beau. “We can order food, watch a movie… Maybe even get a pillow fight in there,” she joked, trying to lighten up their conversation.

“Like a sleepover?”, he wondered, and Y/N could picture the way his eyebrow arched.

“Come on, play along!”, she attempted to encourage him, “Your next move is to tell me I didn’t get dressed up for nothing.”

“You got dressed up?”

Her tongue slid along her lower lip. By the sound of his voice, she knew that she’d captured his interest. “Uh-huh...”

Beau sighed on the other end. Then, his voice returned with a little bounce in its step. “Now, what kind of partner would I be not to come over and have a look at my girl?”

“That’s the spirit.” Y/N smiled into the speaker, already feeling more joyful despite the sudden dinner cancelation. Beau just had that effect on her. He breathed life and soul into her, even if he was low on fuel himself.

Y/N’s face lit up like a Christmas tree as soon as her eyes landed on Beau. He was standing on her porch, almost blinding her with how handsome he looked.

His light brown jacket was draped over his wide shoulders, the zipper undone to show off the burgundy sweater that was stretched across his chest. There was a small, colorful bouquet of flowers in his hand and a backpack slung over his arm.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He reached out his arm, handing her the bouquet. Honestly, he had no idea what kind of flowers they were, but they’d been the most beautiful ones in the shop. They stood out, just like Y/N.

“Beau! Thank you!” The corners of her lips twirled up happily when he pressed a greeting’s kiss to her cheek. “I love them.” The bouquet’s sweet scent mingled with Beau’s spicey cologne, clouding her mind for a second. “Come on in.”

As soon as the tips of his feet crossed the threshold into her house, the Sheriff felt at home. He dropped his backpack and followed Y/N into the kitchen, drawn in by the sparkle he’d seen in her eyes.

She looked purely delighted, like she was about to burst with joy over his flowers. He prided himself on the idea that he could make her feel good with his little gestures of love. It had been a while since he’d made a woman happy, and he fully intended to make the most of it with Y/N.

Once the bouquet was arranged beautifully in a vase, she turned back around. Her smile was bright, like the first rays of sunlight after a gloomy night, prompting him to hold his breath for a second.

He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re stunning.”

Hypnotized by his gentle touch and the devoted look in his eyes, she hummed a quiet “Thank you.”

“Lemme get a look at you.” Beau took her by the waist, picking her up off the ground, and sat her down on the kitchen island. The soft melody of her giggles invaded his ears. Stepping between her legs, he rested his hands on her thighs. His emerald orbs traveled across her face, drinking in the sight of her. If there was anyone who could make him feel better, pull him back up from the depths of his self-doubts, it was Y/N.

She brushed her knuckles against the apple of his cheek, wondering what was going on in his mind. His eyes held an underlying glimmer of sadness so intense that her own heart twisted with a need to lift his spirits.

Beau’s eyes fluttered as he leaned into her touch. “I’m so glad to be here right now,” he admitted hoarsely, barely audible. A sorrowful crease appeared between his brows.

Her palms closed around the sides of his jaw, framing it in a soothing gesture. “I’ll make this the best damn sleepover of your life.”

For the first time since he’d arrived, the smile reached his eyes. The wrinkles around his deep green orbs deepened as he averted them. He chuckled lowly, then met her gaze again. “I don’t doubt it, sweetheart.”

The remains of their ordered food were scattered across the living room table. Y/N was tucked safely against Beau’s side, who’d slung his arm around her shoulders the second they’d sat back against the couch. The tv was one of the few sources of light, next to some fairy lights and candles, illuminating the room with flickering warm colors.

Having Beau’s presence, his affection, his scent so close to her evoked all kinds of tingly feelings in Y/N’s gut. After letting a happy sigh out of her mouth, she peeked into the hallway, where her boyfriend had dropped his backpack. Gently, she nudged his shoulder. “Hey…”

He tore his gaze away from the tv screen, away from the Korean horror movie they’d picked. “Hm?”

“You could, you know… Leave some of your stuff here. For when you stay over. I could make some space in my closet.”

He paused, eyeing Y/N’s facial features, lips twitching upwards. “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it even possible to make room in that closet? You own, like, gazillions of clothes.”

“I do not!”, she chuckled, her eyes widening with feigned offense, “Don’t worry your pretty head, I got it.”

Beau didn’t respond, he just snickered along and hugged her more tightly. The way his arm clenched around her body told her he approved.

They stayed cuddled up on the couch, but Y/N couldn’t really pay attention to the movie they were watching. Not with a 6’1 Sheriff next to her who was the kind of handsome that just got into your bones. After stealing countless mischievous glances at him, she connected her lips to Beau’s cheek.

He hummed from deep within his chest and squeezed her against his side.

Lowering her head, she proceeded to plant a line of pecks on his jaw.

Her boyfriend shivered. “What’cha doin’?”, he asked, his gaze bright with anticipation.

“Seducing you,” she said before leaning back in. Her lips trailed along his skin, brushing against his growing beard. “Is that okay?”

A grunt escaped him when her hot breath tickled the shell of his ear. He tilted his head to give her better access to his needy skin. “Oh, more than okay,” he husked, his voice dropping an octave, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I still have a favor to repay,” she spoke in between open-mouthed kisses to his neck.

He melted into her sultry touch. The blood rushed south, making him squirm on the spot. “You don’t have to repay me for anythin’, you know that, right?”

“I know. But I want to.” Her fingers played with the hem of his burgundy sweater as she sat up on her knees. “May I?”

Beau’s body was momentarily paralyzed by lust, leaving him to mumble a simple, “Please.”

Y/N pushed his shirt up and over his chest, revealing his smooth, freckled skin. He lifted his arms, making it easier for her to rid him of the maroon-colored material. His hair was left tousled after she’d pulled the fabric over his head. With his hair sticking up at odd angles and his broad chest out in the open, the Sheriff looked nothing short of delicious.

“Now, lay back…,” Y/N said and applied pressure to Beau’s shoulders, making him lean against the wall of couch pillows. “And relax.”

His ribcage was pushed up and down by labored breaths while her lips took a love tour across his chest. Y/N marked his pecs and stomach with her kisses, her intense Y/E/C eyes not leaving his face. Her rosy mouth traveled lower and lower, making him feel exposed, seen, and safe, all at once.

Beau could feel himself strain against his jeans. His bulge was begging to be released. When Y/N sunk to the floor between his legs, he propped himself up on his elbows to watch her. He was mesmerized by the view of this incredible woman on her knees before him.

With a coy smirk, his girlfriend undid his belt and opened his dark blue jeans. She felt like she was unwrapping a Christmas present, and a very promising one at that. There was already a wet spot on his boxer shorts, showcasing his excitement.

Beau let her slide his jeans and boxers down, aiding her by lifting his hips. Soon after, the fabric pooled around his ankles, shaped like a forever sign. His dick stood hard as a rock, almost painfully so, even though Y/N hadn’t touched him yet.

She took his manhood in her hand, amazed by its girth and the weight against her palm. The head was shining with a taunting layer of precum, prompting her to lean forward and slowly run her pointed tongue along the slit.

Beau’s jaw tensed. His eyes became hooded as he observed her. His worries, his pain, his fears about fatherhood, it all vanished into thin air. His mind and body were utterly focused on Y/N. Caught in a trance, he loosened her bun, making her hair drop from its hold.

She savored her very first taste of him. It instantly made her yearn for more. She closed her mouth around his tip and sucked on it. He hissed, his hand lashing out on reflex to touch the back of her head.

When her mouth started to bop up and down his shaft, his hand tangled in her hair, grabbing random strands in a desperate attempt to get her even closer. “Damn, Y/N… Just like that…”

She groaned around his length, the slight sting on the back of her head only serving to increase her enthusiasm. Her hand joined the fun, stroking what she couldn’t fit into her mouth.

Beau’s jaw went slack. Truth be told, she wasn’t just stroking his dick. She was stroking his ego, too. The muscles in his thighs constricted as his girl sucked him off. His clouded eyes met hers, and she grinned playfully around his length. “You know exactly what you’re doin’ to me, don’t you, darlin’?”

She hummed, sending shockwaves of pleasure from the head of his cock straight down to the base. As soon as her free hand came up to cradle his balls, he knew he was done for. A moan broke free from his throat, loud enough to make him blush.

His hand sought out her cheek, his tender thumb sweeping from her cheekbone down to her chin. “I want you to get undressed for me,” he mumbled.

Y/N pulled her mouth off of him with a pop. She wiped a sheen of precum and saliva from her smirking lips.

Beau watched her, fascinated, as she crawled onto his lap. His dick vanished underneath her skirt, pressing against her soaked panties. His stare fell on her breasts as she unbuttoned her blouse, causing his instant loss of patience.

“On second thought, I’m gonna help you with that,” he decided, joining his girlfriend’s excited laughter as he fumbled with the button on her skirt.

Together, they managed to undress Y/N in record time. Their mouths chased each other hungrily. As their tongues tangled with a fiery passion, she ground herself on him.

“Do we need lube?”, he inquired in between smacks of their lips.

Rather than confess to him that she didn’t have any, she took his wrist and guided his hand to her pussy.

Beau’s fingertips brushed along her folds, instantly soaked with arousal. He hummed and tilted his head. “Guess not.”

Y/N responded with a chuckle, which soon turned into a lustful moan when he dipped two fingers into her core. She writhed on his digits, coating them with her slick, until she was shaking with greed.

“Want you inside me,” she panted.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Uh-huh.”

Slowly, he bent forward with Y/N still in his lap, reaching for his pants on the floor. She clung to Beau, crossing her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, as he searched his pocket for a condom.

“You came here prepared, huh?”, she teased.

The tips of his ears lit up pink, and his cheeks turned warm. With the foil pack between his fingers, he sat back to face his girlfriend. “I wasn’t- I didn’t just come here to- That wasn’t my intention.”

“Hey, don’t worry.” Her loving hand wiped some stray hair away from his forehead, barely touching his skin. “It’s always good to be prepared.”

“I-“ Beau’s lips parted with a smile, the weight lifted from his shoulders. The truth was, he’d gotten so used to justifying himself in a relationship that he felt like being defensive had become his second nature. “Sorry.”

He didn’t get a chance to appreciate the perfect smile she was giving him, that’s how desperately she dove straight into another kiss. She slid her tongue against his while she pried the foil packet from his hand. Without taking a look, she ripped open the package and took the condom out.

Beau closed his eyes while she rolled the condom onto his leaking length. He’d always pictured that he’d be all tongue and teeth, impatient, and assertive once he got the chance to fully be with Y/N. Instead, contentment rushed through his veins, making him feel calm. Grateful. At peace.

A surprised “Oh my God” escaped Y/N when the first few inches of his dick entered her, stretching her open with its girth. She proceeded to giggle into Beau’s mouth, which prompted him to laugh along. The tunes of his warm, welcoming chuckles were like tiny stabs of love to her heart.

The further she sank down on him, the more intense the pressure became. Her breathing started to shake, turning into uneven puffs of air that fanned his face.

Beau caught the sounds of her shallow breaths, sensing her discomfort. He gripped her hips and held her in place to slow her down. “Take your time, darlin’,” he whispered into her ear and felt her body tremble on top of him.

“Okay,” she whispered back and rested her forehead against his.

Beau snaked his arm around her waist to support her. His free hand dropped to her clit while he surged forward to meet her lips in a distracting kiss.

He stroked her little nub, making her insides quiver, until her hips started to rock on their own.

Gradually, she sank lower and lower, comforted by his kisses, until he was fully sheathed inside of her. A deep sigh escaped her once her ass met his thighs.

“There ya go,” he murmured, his mouth grazing hers as he spoke. He gave her full control, doing nothing other than hold her waist when she started to ride him. “Just take me how you need me.”

Y/N’s hips rotated in circular motions. She could feel how wet she was around him, hear it even. The hollow voices coming from the tv were no longer existent to her ears. It was all Beau. He was everywhere. The pure look in his eyes. His savory taste on her tongue. His enlarged tip in the depths of her body. Before long, she was moving faster, close to bouncing on his lap.

His palm moved to the back of her neck, giving his arm the opportunity to support her back while his fingers tangled in her hair. “You feel so good wrapped around me.” His voice was raspy, barely more than a low groan in his throat. He lowered his gaze to watch his himself slip in and out of her.

Suddenly, she tilted her hips just right. The way her tight inner walls squeezed his shaft sent Beau straight to the edge of bliss. The back of his head met the backrest of the couch, and his grip on her body slacked. The guttural moans that spilled from his mouth only spurred Y/N on, who started to ride him harder.

But he wasn’t willing to come yet. No, he couldn’t finish first. In his heart, he knew that his girl wouldn’t hold it against him if he did. But he needed to be a good experience for her. More than just good. He needed her to know how strongly he felt about her.

“Holy- Y/N… Stop, wait.” He gathered all of his willpower to sit up with her in his lap.

As soon as she heard him say stop, her entire body froze. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Beau inhaled and let out a prolonged exhale, slowly releasing his breath until it turned into a surprised outpour of a chuckle. “Almost came.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He circled his arm around her waist and dove to the side, taking her down with him, pushing her onto her back. “I’m not done with you, beautiful.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around his muscled back as Beau trapped her under his body, pinning her to the couch with his weight. She was smiling so widely that she feared her cheeks were going to burst open any second. The happiness that he planted within her made her feel invincible.

Her breath got lost in her throat when Beau rejoined their bodies, entering her in one smooth thrust. He sweetened the sting by covering her hand with his, intertwining their fingers next to her head.

Y/N’s free hand gripped the back of his neck to tug him down for a kiss. Beau’s mouth claimed hers while he pulled her leg over his hip, opening her up to him. Slowly, he started to rock back and forth, guiding them into a sensual rhythm.

“Mhhh,” she sighed as the head of his cock explored her from the inside, “That feels so good.”

Beau’s fingers tightened their grip on her hand. His eyes didn’t dare leave her face, scared to miss even the slightest reaction to his movements. He wanted to get to know her body, find out what she liked so that he could make her feel as good as she was making him feel. “God, you’re perfect,” he cooed as he buried himself inside of her.

Y/N raised her legs, crossing her ankles behind his lower back. Their joined hands next to her head, their unwavering eye contact as well as Beau’s long, deep thrusts easily turned this experience into the most intimate sex she’d ever had. They breathed low moans and sweet praises into each other’s mouths.

“You’re grippin’ me so tight,” he grunted, dragging himself back and forth between her dripping folds. As he pushed forward, he was suddenly met with her sweet spot and a high-pitched whine.

“Mhhh, Beau! Right there.”

He closed in on that spot, steered by her angelic voice. The intensity of his thrusts moved her up and down the corduroy material of her couch. A sweet burning sensation dug itself into her back.

“You want me to keep goin’ like this?”

“Harder,” she croaked, high on pleasure.

“You sure?”

With her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she nodded her head. “Please, Beau.”

With a peck to her temple, he let go of her hand. He grabbed the backs of her thighs, spreading her legs to make room for himself, and pinned her thighs to her chest. When he plunged his dick back into her, Y/N’s head fell back. The new angle made him go unbelievably deep.

“Fuck,” she gasped.

“You okay there?” He grinned, propping himself up with his hands on the backs of her knees.

Staring at the ceiling, Y/N’s eyes threatened to roll back into her head. “Amazing…”

Beau picked up the pace and force, bending her in half. Small droplets of sweat gathered along his forehead and chest, dripping down onto her heated skin. The sight of her breasts bouncing with his thrusts, the sight of her flushed face, of his cock disappearing into her pussy, it was overwhelming.

Y/N’s voice was like a rising storm, her lips parting to make her pleasure known. She was so close to her orgasm. So close to falling over the edge.

And when she came a few minutes later, she looked at his face. His handsome features were twisted with hunger, and with something soft, something delicate. Y/N gasped a final cry of delight, her body shaking below him. Her legs felt like jell-o, her clit was vibrating, and she felt like laughing and crying at the same time.

The way her pussy fluttered around him sent Beau spiraling into his own orgasm. He finally allowed himself to let go. Jolts of bliss pulsed through his lower body as he came on top of Y/N. His stomach clenched as he shot warm ropes of relief into the condom.

The sounds of his tender, drawn-out groans filled the room, then faded away as he collapsed into her embrace, met with open arms.

Face to face, they panted against each other’s kiss-swollen lips.

“I love you,” Beau breathed, his chest heaving against hers. He didn’t dare raise his voice above a whisper, fearing that he might break the small bubble they were hiding in, separated from the harshness of the world.

Y/N felt light and fragile like a little butterfly, doted on by the fondness in her partner’s eyes. “I love you, too.”

“Best damn sleepover ever,” he declared under his breath.

Soon after, their low hums of shared laughter filled the living room.

Part 7

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If It’s Meant to Be

Part 10

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! ANGST!!! Mistreatment of Alphas (yeah, you read that right)

Word Count: 2595

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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Y/N’s POV:

It took what felt like an eternity for Beau’s name to be called at the local Helena Rapid Care center. Y/N was pretty sure that it was because he was an Alpha, and one with the Rut hormone still present in his bloodwork, because they were literally the only ones there, and they didn’t even call them back into a private room until the Alpha Doctor, John Carter, that had saw him when he’d gone in for his gunshot wound had sown up to the center, still drinking his coffee and walking around eating his donut like he could care less that Beau and Y/N had been sitting alone in that cold waiting room with Beau running what Y/N had guess was a pretty impressive fever, and totally uncomfortable, for more than an hour. So much for ‘rapid care’, honestly it was a good thing the man wasn’t bleeding, because he would have bled to death before they decided to call him back.

When they did finally call his name, the Beta male nurse walked them to an exam room in the very back of the building, and demanded that Y/N help ‘her Alpha’, change into a hospital gown, before leaving only to return with two different male nurses, one of which was an Omega who looked completely terrified to even be in the same room with Beau, JUST so that he could draw a blood sample.

Y/N could tell that Beau wasn’t used to being treated this way. He was the sheriff; mostly respected in the small town. He wasn’t a danger to anyone, and even though Y/N and Beau had their issues, she was sure that even if he was in full fledged rut, he’d never hurt a hair on anyone’s head. Hell, he’d shown her his gun, and told her to fucking shoot him if she felt that he’d hurt during his rut!! He was never a threat to anyone and the way they were treating him made her blood boil.

Sure, there were some really bad Alpha’s out there. Some of them were dangerous. Some of them used Omegas and Betas as if they were nothing more than a wet whole to knot. Property. Beau was NOT one of those Alphas, and the fact that they seemed to make that assumption about him, and treat him as such, was just fucking rude and hurtful. Not to mention he already felt horrible anyway.

When the door shut, Beau, completely uncharacteristic to the way he’d treated her from the moment she’d picked him up at the hospital yesterday, had slid closer to her in the chairs they had them sitting in and leaned his head against her shoulder. They could have at least supplied him with an exam room that had a bed, but apparently they couldn’t be bothered to have him that close to the main desk, so they had shoved him in this little room with just two straight back chairs. Y/N shifted so that he could at least lean into her more comfortably as she set there stewing in her anger. She wasn’t sure how she’d pull it off, because as far as rights go, Omegas had very little rights, but she was definitely going to contact Jenny and Beau’s other partner they called ‘Popcorn’, to make a formal complaint against this place, regardless of whatever happened between Beau and Y/N. This was cruel.

She was just about to say, ‘fuck it’, and get Beau dressed to take him across town to another hospital that might at least treat him like another human being instead of a fucking rabid dog, when a loud rap sounded on the door, and Carter opened it.

“Okay, let’s have a look at that shoulder, '' he announced, ignoring Y/N completely and stalking over to Beau with the full air of an annoyed Alpha as Beau sat up straight next to her. “Then we will go over your blood panel with you that was drawn when they brought you back here.”

The sound that the chair he dragged across the linoleum floor made Y/N flinch as he settled himself in front of Beau, and started to unwrap his shoulder. Beau just kept his head down, clearly he felt like utter crap for even having to come here, the least this douchebag could do was be a little more respectful to him, but Y/N guessed that he was in a mood, and just didn't care.

“Your shoulder looks fine,” he announced after a moment before he started to rewrap it.

“But it hurts worse,” Beau protested, and the doctor shot a glare in Y/N’s direction that left little to no doubt that the doctor’s source of annoyance was actually HER rather than Beau.

“That’s because the fever is burning off the pain medication before you can really get much relief from it,” he answered sternly. “Which brings me to the next issue I want to address here.”

The doctor stepped back and glared at Y/N as if he hated her very being, and she sank back in the chair to make herself smaller in spite of herself. Honestly, she hated looking weak in front of a room full of Alphas.

“Has anyone ever explained to you how your body’s function? How your hormones, especially the all important Alpha Rut Hormone is produced?”

Both Beau and Jenny just look at one another in confusion before shaking their heads and looking back towards the doctor, who pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head in exasperation.

“The Alpha Male Rut hormone is stored and produced, in the testicals, much like testosterone. When a male successfully ejaculates, the hormone, along with a strong dose of testosterone and live sperm is released from the body. That’s why in order for the rut to pass, he needs to find a mate to help him, OR, if he’s young enough, he can manage with toys and just self ejaculation until enough of the hormone has left the body, and the rut passes.”

Both Beau and Y/N were staring at the doctor like a deer caught in headlights, but Y/N was pretty sure that she knew what the doctor was getting at, and slowly, Beau seemed to catch up too.

“But I’m not in rut,” Beau argued, “and my shoulder isn’t infected, so what are you getting at? Why am I running a fever?”

“When your body is not able to release the Rut Hormones in the way the creator, or biology, whatever you believe in, intended, it is cycled through the system and back into the body, causing a rut fever, which is exactly what you have. You have so much of the Rut Hormone present in your bloodwork this morning, I’m surprised you’re not feral.”

Beau looked down at his lap, blushing deeply under the doctor’s gaze, and Y/N temper rose as her nostrils flared. So this is how they treat sick Alphas who might be feral? Like rabid dogs?

“The only way you’re going to get rid of the fever and not go feral, is for that Omega you have over there in the corner of the room get off of whatever prude horse she’s riding on right now, and do what nature intended the pair of you to do, because the fever is going to literally fry your brain, and you’re going to be nothing but a drooling, feral mess that someone will have to put down.”

The sound that erupted from Beau’s chest damn near made Y/N fall out of the chair she was sitting in. He shot to his feet so fast, with his hand around the doctor’s throat, that she didn’t even really see the movement, until she registered that he had the doctor around the neck, and was attempting to choke the man to death.

“Never speak about my Omega like that again, or I will snap your skinny little neck. Do you understand me?” the Alpha warned, and the doctor could only gasp and nod as Beau dropped him to the ground.

“Get him dressed and out of here, I’m no longer going to be your primary provider,” the doctor said as he stood to his feet and adjusted his lab coat before storming out of the door.

Beau stood there angry and breathing heavily between Y/N and the doctor until the door was closed, at which point Beau turned to her, shame and disgusted clearly plastered over his face.

Y/N stood slowly, approaching the Alpha as if he could snap on her at any moment, because honestly, she wasn’t sure what to make of him. He’d never stood up to anyone about her before, and it wasn’t something she expected, but if the doctor was right, and the hormone was present in his system that heavily, he was dangerous, and could indeed snap if he was set off.

“Come on Beau,” she said, grabbing his shirt and showing it to him. “Let’s get you dressed and take you home.”

Beau’s eyes lingered on her for a moment before he let her help him out of the hospital gown, he didn’t say a word, just stared at the floor. The grim silence that fell around him was almost palpable, and she wondered if this is what it was like in the final moments that someone had just accepted their fate, and given up. Sheer, painful, utterly silent loss.

Beau’s POV:

Beau’s feet felt as if they weighed 1,000 lbs as he followed Y/N out of the clinic through the back door, because they refused to let him walk through the front of the clinic, into the cold, sleeting rain. His shoulder was screaming in pain, and his chest felt as if it weighed a million tons with each breath he took as he did his best to stave off the impending panic attack.

This was it, the end of the road for him. He was going ‘home’ to die on the couch of the one person that could save his life, and honestly, it was his own fault. He was the one that stupidly made her hate him. He was the one that pushed her away. He was the one who refused to do what instinct told him to do the night she showed up at his trailer, all because he thought she deserved better at her age than to be stuck with someone that carried as much baggage from his past as he did. He’d created the recipe for his own end. He had no one to blame but himself. That didn’t make it hurt any less.

If he could just go home to his trailer, then he could end it himself before it got too far, and feral. He would at least be able to die with some measure of dignity then. Not a drooling, fever-brained mess that most likely won't even be able to talk. He’d have rather gone in the line of duty than this.

Beau crammed himself into the passenger seat of her little car, and waited for her to settle herself in the car and close the door to the cold before he cleared his throat to force himself to speak, praying to whatever god was listening that she would either feel sorry enough for him that she’d let him die his way, or that she wanted to unload him bad enough, at this point, either way he’d take it.

“Please take me back to my trailer. I wanna go home,” he said, his voice rough and barely above a whisper as he stared blankly out of the window. The first good snow would set in soon, but most likely he wouldn’t be able to see it. He’d probably be dead before it settled onto the ground.

“Maybe we can try another place,” she tried. “That’s just one person’s opinion. Maybe there’s a doctor in another county that can help or—”

Beau just shook his head and stared back at her, defeated, sick, and more alone than he’d ever felt in his life, it was enough to close her mouth without him even opening his.

“There’s no doctor going to help in another county,” he said, letting one single tear spill from his emerald depths that were swimming with emotions. “Just take me home so I can at least die in my own bed. Can you please let me have that much? I will leave a note, saying it was my choice so that you won't get in any trouble. Please?”

Y/N sat there staring back at him for a moment, clearly debating over something but she had no idea what. Finally, she nodded as she put the car into drive, and turned onto the main road. Beau’s thoughts drifted to his daughter, and he picked up the phone, and opened his text messages, but he had no idea what to even say? How could he tell her he was going to die, all because of this? He didn’t know how to say goodbye.

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avanatural · 2 years ago

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That Simple

Part 5

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

Word count: 2.7k

Chapter warnings: Nudity, mentions of sex

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His chest rose and fell with steady breaths. His body was covered by warm sheets, his head resting on a soft pillow. An invisible curtain of ease and safety was floating around him, shielding his body from the troubles of the outside world. With his eyes still closed, he smacked his lips together. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so comfortable in his own bed.

Then, suddenly, the mattress moved. Instantly, one of Beau’s mossy green eyes squinted open. One glance to the side, and he spotted Y/N next to him, curled into a little ball of limbs and bedsheets.

Last night’s memories came back to life in his head. With grinning lips, he fully opened both of his eyes. He wasn’t resting on his own mattress. Y/N was sharing hers with him. Beau squirmed closer to her, crossing the invisible line to her side of the bed.

His girlfriend felt the vibrations of his movements. The smile reached her face before her eyes were even fully open. Gladly, she let her partner pull her into his strong arms. His bare skin radiated heat, engulfing her in a cocoon made of tenderness.

“Mhh,” she hummed, creeping further into his embrace to escape the cold morning air that came pouring inside through the window, “Good morning.”

“Mornin’, beautiful.” He cradled her to his body, rubbing his large hands up and down her back, making her rock softly in his arms. “Sleep well?”

“I haven’t slept that well in ages,” she confessed. Her words were followed by a quiet yawn. “You?”

Puckering his lips, he pecked her temple. “Me neither,” he muttered, his voice still raspy.

A short, high-pitched sound echoed through the bedroom. Y/N had put her phone on silent the night before, so she knew it had to be Beau’s.

He pointedly ignored the fact that he’d received a text message. His deep green orbs observed his girlfriend, roaming every single angelic feature of hers. To him, she was the true definition of a saint. She was generous, humble, and kindhearted. In her presence, he felt nothing but cherished. How had he gotten so lucky?

With an absentminded smile, Y/N ghosted her fingertips along his chest. Beau was all muscle, strength, and freckled skin. On the outside, he was a guardian of the law, a bit of a goofball, and a male model. On the inside, he was filled to the brim with love. How had she gotten so lucky?

His phone dinged again. Y/N saw his gaze flicker to the side for a second, but once again, he seemingly decided against taking a look.

Her fingers continued their wanton journey across his chest, moving slowly from his firm pecs to his soft stomach. When she reached the happy trail leading into his jeans, he held his breath for a second.

“Y/N,” his husky voice ripped her out of her trance.

She peered up at his face, and was met with a look of pure adoration.

Beau’s fingers grasped her chin, his thumb shamelessly grazing her bottom lip. Tilting her head towards him, he pressed his mouth to hers. His hand snaked to the hallow of her throat, his grip gentle yet demanding.

With their lips sealed in a sensual kiss, Y/N’s fingertips wandered south. They brushed against the bulge in his jeans, and she felt him shudder against her. Would he shiver the same way if she made him come? Would he moan, grunt, or even cry out? The anticipation was killing her.

Much to their dismay, the two of them were interrupted by his phone making yet another dinging sound.

Beau froze against Y/N’s tempting lips. Begrudgingly, he pulled away and met her gaze. He shortly shut his eyes with annoyance. “This can’t be for real.”

Chasing his touch, she leaned forward to nuzzle his jaw with her nose. “You’re the Sheriff,” she stated, basking in the heat he was radiating, “This town can’t go without you.”

“Not even one goddamn mornin’?” Sometimes, he felt like he was biting off more than he could chew. Y/N was the only cure he currently had for his self-doubts.

“I’m afraid not, baby,” she muttered, wanting nothing more than to selfishly keep him by her side. But when you dated the Sheriff, you agreed to share him with your hometown.

With a grumpy little frown on his face, Beau tore himself away from his girl and reached for his phone on the floor. As he held the device to his face, his gaze skipped back and forth across the lines on the screen. “Hoyt wants me to meet her in the office. Says she’s got a lead.”

Y/N sat up against the headboard. “That’s good, isn’t it?”

“Technically.” The scowl stuck to his face. All he wanted was to stay in Y/N’s bed and savor being in her loving presence. He glanced at the alarm clock on her nightstand. With one theatrical dive backwards, he let himself drop on the mattress. “It’s too early to be dealin’ with criminals.”

The creases around Y/N’s eyes deepened playfully. “And here I was, thinking Beau Arlen was a morning person.”

He wriggled closer to her and shifted on the bed so that he could place his head in her lap. His beautiful emerald orbs blinked up at her through his long eyelashes. “I’m a let’s-make-out-in-the-morning person. Not a let’s-solve-a-murder-before-breakfast person. Meanin’ I don’t wanna leave this bed till you kick me out.”

Y/N enjoyed the weight of his head on her thighs. She ran her fingers through his disheveled hair, gently caressing his scalp. “Well, I kinda have to kick you out now. What type of citizen would I be to take the Sheriff away from my fellow townspeople?”, she inquired, knowing that her dutiful boyfriend probably wouldn’t need much more convincing.

“Ugh, alright,” Beau groaned and reluctantly rolled off of her, away from her caring touch, “Can I use your bathroom real quick?”

“Sure. Just look through the cabinet and grab any products you need.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.” He smiled a breathtaking smile and got up from the bed, giving Y/N a spectacular show of the flexing muscles in his broad back.

She brushed back her unkempt hair to give herself a better view of his toned body. “You mind if I take a shower while you’re in there?”, she asked.

His brows rose up as he grabbed his shirt. “Uh, no. Go ahead.”

When Y/N stepped into the bathroom a few minutes later, Beau was standing by the sink. He’d found her pack of toothbrushes in the cabinet and was currently brushing his teeth. He acknowledged her with a little smile in the mirror.

A deep sense of contentment filled her heart. She could get used to shared mornings with her partner. His presence put her at ease, and at the same time, it drove her wild, making her feel alive. She couldn’t wait to move forward with their relationship.

As he kept brushing his teeth, Y/N walked over to the shower and pulled her tank top over her head.

Beau’s curious green eyes darted to that one spot in the mirror where her bare back was visible. Soon after, the same eyes looked away, finding shy interest in the white sink before them.

As soon as Y/N was naked, she stepped into her open shower. She turned on the water, separated from her boyfriend by nothing other than a thin wall made of glass.

Hot water soon cascaded down her body, relaxing her muscles, making her release a low hum.

What she didn’t notice was the way Beau’s Adam’s apple bopped in his throat. Unbeknownst to Y/N, that little moan of hers made him want to drag her out of the shower and toss her on the bed. He quickly spat out the toothpaste and rinsed his mouth, willing himself to behave.

What Y/N did notice, though, was that he didn’t spare her a single glance. Almost as if he was trying really hard not to take a peek. Then, realization hit her that, despite already having used his oral skills on her, he still hadn’t seen her fully naked.

Her heart throbbed in her chest as she realized he was being respectful of potential boundaries. Now, it was on her to let him know that he didn’t have to be a full-time gentleman around her.

After taking a breath, Y/N stepped out from behind the glass wall. Her heart sped up as she pushed out her hip and placed a hand on her waist. “Beau,” she caught his attention while putting herself on display for him.

He reacted with a fleeting sideways glance. “Hm?”

“You can look at my body, you know.”

His head tilted slowly, until his stunned gaze met hers.

“Actually…,” she continued, studying his reaction closely, “I want you to.”

Was he dreaming? Beau just blinked at her a few times, glued to the spot, dumbfounded.

Then, finally, after searching her eyes, his gaze started to wander, moving from her feet all the way up to her face. He took his sweet time enjoying the sight of her legs, her pubic mound, the swell of her hips, her stomach, the droplets of water that ran down between her breasts.

Y/N’s lower lip disappeared between her teeth. She held her breath as he examined her bare body. Her hopes were soaring. Did he like what he saw?

A wholehearted sigh escaped him, visibly letting his chest rise and collapse. “You want me to be late, is that it?” His eyes became hooded, and a smirk stretched across his lips. “You’re plannin’ to overwhelm me with all that sex appeal.”

An enamored chuckle lit up her face. Her insides were buzzing, making her feel like she was falling in love for the very first time. “Well… You’re more than welcome to join me.”

“Ugh,” he groaned, tossing his head back, “Don’t give me naughty ideas right now, darlin’.”

Y/N smiled and briefly glanced at the floor before looking at Beau’s face again. “Next time?”

“Oh, you better count on it.”

Very pleased with his determined reaction, Y/N sent a wink his way and went back to taking her shower.

This time, he didn’t keep himself from stealing glances at her through the glass wall. In fact, he could hardly contain himself, sending her approving looks and smoldering smirks. Her raw beauty was a sight to behold, and he was now granted permission to freely savor it in all its glory. He could definitely get used to mornings with Y/N.

Y/N pulled open the front door for him. A cool breeze hit her wet hair, making her shiver slightly. “Promise me you’ll get some proper breakfast on the way.”

Beau stepped up to the door and swallowed his last bite of the granola bar that she’d shoved in his hand. “Yes, mom.” As soon as she narrowed her eyes at him, he lifted his hands, and swore, “I promise.”

The corners of her mouth quirked up. She didn’t want to part ways with him yet, but luckily, they’d already planned their next date. “See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, about that…” He shifted on his feet and rubbed his palms together. A spark of nervousness rippled through him, making his mouth feel dry. “Emily’s comin’ over tomorrow.”

“That’s great!”, she exclaimed instantly. She knew how much he longed to spend more time with his daughter, and Y/N never wanted to get in the way of that.

He caught his plump bottom lip between his teeth and chewed on it for a second, subtly nodding his head. “Do you…” He paused and extended his hands, gesturing towards Y/N. “Any chance you wanna… Ya know, meet her?”

She felt like her jaw was about to hit the floor. Since they’d agreed to take things slow, she hadn’t expected this kind of offer from him anytime soon. “Wh- Meet Emily?”

He rocked back and forth on his boots, tilting his head ‘yes.’

“I… Are you sure?” Y/N couldn’t hold back the surprised tone in her voice. “I mean, is she gonna be okay with that?”

“Actually… She suggested it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Apparently…” Beau’s anxious fingers scratched the back of his neck. “I talk about you a lot.”

Y/N’s soul was floating. Ready for takeoff, we’re headed straight to cloud nine. “I would love to meet her,” she said with a delighted smile on her lips.

As her response entered his ears, a wave of relief washed over him. He’d been terrified of being too straightforward, of moving too fast for Y/N’s liking. The last thing he’d wanted was to scare her off by reading her boundaries wrong. “That simple?”, he inquired.

“That simple.” Her shoulders twitched casually, but her Y/E/C orbs were shining with a cheerful glimmer. “Just text me the time and I’ll be there.”

“Awesome.”

The couple grinned at each other for a few moments, glowing with joy like two beacons of light.

Beau’s feet carried him close to her, so close that their bodies pressed together. He took a hold of her waist, letting his touch travel under her shirt. His fingers sank into the smooth skin that was hidden there. He leaned down, prompting his girlfriend to lean up.

Y/N circled her arms around his neck and puckered her mouth against his. His soft-lipped kisses never failed to take her breath away. The taste of his tongue made all her thoughts go quiet, made her revel in the passion that she felt for him. She wanted more, wanted all of him, but sadly duty was calling her charming Texan.

Beau hummed into her mouth and broke away from her. He had to end their kiss, otherwise he was pretty sure he would never make it to the station. He stroked a hand through her damp hair and pecked her forehead.

Just then, Beau’s cab arrived in Y/N’s driveway. Actually, it was deputy Poppernak, saving his boss the trouble of having to get his own car on foot.

“Alright, gotta go,” Beau said, “Hoyt’s gonna kill me if I don’t show up at the station soon.”

“Take care, okay?”

“Always.” After squeezing Y/N’s shoulder, he crossed the threshold and walked outside. “I’ll call you later.”

She watched as his bowlegs trudged down her porch steps. Her feet felt like they were barely touching the ground. She was going to meet her partner’s daughter! Immersed in her thoughts, Y/N zoned out. Should she bring a gift for Emily? What was she supposed to wear? What kind of small talk did teenagers engage in these days?

She didn’t even notice that Beau slowed down and turned back around to look at her. “Oh, and Y/N?”, he called out.

At the sound of his voice, she picked her gaze up from the floor. “Yeah?”

His pink tongue snuck between his perfect teeth as he grinned at her. The tiny dimples in his cheeks deepened gleefully. “I love you, too.”

“Wh-“ Y/N’s consciousness said goodbye for a second, making it hard for her to process his words. Her eyes went wide when she realized he must have caught her confession from the previous night. “You heard that?”

“I sure did.” He smirked and proudly nodded his head. When Y/N had whispered to him that she loved him, he almost hadn’t believed it. A woman like her falling for a guy like him? It almost felt like a dream, too good to be true. But judging by the way she behaved around him, how much affection she provided him with, he owed it to her and to himself to accept the truth. “Music to my ears, darlin.”

Beau’s grin faded a little when his phone started to ring in his pocket. He pulled it out, and sure enough, Jenny’s name lined his screen in angry bold letters. With one last wink in his girlfriend’s direction, he picked up. “Hoyt… Yeah, I… Would you let me explain?”

As he bickered with his colleague on the way to the car, Y/N remained in the doorway, blushing to herself. Her cheeks felt flaming hot despite the cold air that surrounded her.

When the car drove by with both Beau and Poppernak waving at her, she waved back with a smile. Aside from her rosy cheeks, she looked rather calm on the outside. But on the inside, her spirits were flying high.

Beau Arlen loved her.

Part 6

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