younger girl next door!reader x beau arlen | MDNI
cw: daddy kink, slight ooc beau (he’s still our gentleman dw), dry humping, oral ( f receiving), unprotected p in v (no balloon no goon), pet names (darlin’), nipple piercings, big age gap (20s & 40s), cursing, reader is literally throwing herself at beau, cheating.., drinking and smoking. also there are descriptions of a car so dont come at me if i don’t use the right terminology for under the hood pls and ty!
also by gnd i mean she’s just his neighbor, she resembles no like actually personality traits of the typical gnd persona!
title and fic are both inspired by “you can be the boss” by lana
def has grammar mistakes!
since your hot new neighbor moved in, you’ve been coming up with ideas on how to get his attention. you’ve baked cookies for him, left your window open purposely when you were changing, sunbathed outside in your tiniest bikinis while he washed his truck.
it did work, but not in the way that you wanted.
beau came over every now and then when a fuse “went out” in your house. and he would knock on your door so you can try something he grilled up.
and the one time he knocked on your door shirtless, your roommate answered because you were at the gym.
it was the fourth of july and you and your friends made plans to go out by the lake. your roommate was visiting family so you were left alone. you put on your american flag triangle bikini with low rise shorts and a white tank top.
you head on outside to your car, giving beau a small wave, tilting your head and giving an innocent smile.
he looks so hot. backwards hat, aviators, white t shirt, jeans, tan. he looks like he just walked off the set of top gun maverick
he’s washing his truck, again, to see you. he knows it’s wrong. he just got back together with carla, got his family back together. and if it weren’t for that, you’re drastically younger than him. he’s creeping around to see you. he’s fallen for all of your traps.
he watches you hop into your car, it’s a ‘73 bronco, so it’s bound to give you some issues. you put the key in the ignition, turning it.
you turn the key again, and still, nothing. you pop the hood of your car and walk over to see if there’s anything wrong.
beau, without hesitation, jogs over to you, “somethin’ wrong darlin’?”
God bless that southern drawl.
you didn’t plan your car to not turn on, but you sure as hell were going to milk this.
”yeah,” you shift your weight back onto your left leg, “betty won’t turn on”
you nod, “grandpa named her that”
he whistles, “thought you bought this, sweet ride you got ‘ere”
”he passed it down to my dad but my dad gave it to me since i liked it so much,” you place your forearms on the edge of betty, bending over, “i revamped her though, figured it’d be best”
”got new parts for her?” he asks, checking the oil by wiping the dipstick on the hem of his white t shirt, “oil’s good,” he mumbles
”only some, new battery and starter since they started giving me issues”
he clicks his tongue, “ford’ll do that to ya darlin’,” he takes a step back, admiring the view of you bent over and your car through his sunglasses
you laugh and look at him over your shoulder, “more of a chevy guy aren’t you?”
he smiles, “you got that right darlin’, but i can appreciate a nice car. gimme the keys, will ya?”
he gets into your drivers seat, repeating your actions of turning the key. whenever he does turn it over, you notice some sparks coming out from one of the terminal of the battery.
beau walks back over to you, removing his glasses and hooking them on the collar of his shirt, “see somethin’?”
you lean back up, bracing yourself on your palms, “yeah, sparks came out here,” you point at the black terminal
he licks his lips, admiring how the white straps of your bikini sit at your hips, uncovered by the small article of denim on your lower half.
he leans in closer, furrowing his brows as he scans over your car battery, “how long ago d’you get this battery?”
”get in the car and i’ll tell you when to start her”
you sit in your drivers seat, removing your tank top because it might ruin your tan and to get beau’s attention. after one attempt of betty not turning on, she does. your jaw drops and you slide out of your car, “what’d you do?”
his gaze falters down to your revealed skin but returns back to your eyes, “c’mere,” he nudges his head
you stand right in front of the battery, leaning over to watch his big and veiny hand twist the terminal to the right.
”might give you some problems again, but it’s all you gotta do,” you both lean back and he removes the stand holding up the hood, “after all, ford does stand for found on road dead”
you roll your eyes, ”haven’t heard that one before,” you cross your arms over your tits to push them up
beau lets the hood slam shut and he places a hand in his back pocket, taking out a box of marlboro cigarettes.
you raise your brows, “you’re a smoker?”
before he can search for a lighter, you hand him one that you had in your pocket, “least i can do for fixing my car”
he cups the cigarette and lights it, taking the time to stare at the perkiness of your tits while he can, “was hardly an issue,” he hands you back your lighter, “you a smoker too?”
he nods and hands you the box, “only one left in there, but..,” he leans in closer, “your car givin’ you an issue again, call me”
you were a bit confused since you don’t have his number, but you decided not to question him and take the box of cigarettes.
when you’re about to leave from the lake, you pull out the box of cigarettes Beau gave you earlier, only to see the one singular cigarette with his number on it.
you bite your lip, smiling, and save his number in your phone.
you know its wrong. you’ve seen his wedding band. you’ve seen his instagram posts.
but he gave you his number.
you waited for about two minutes, staring at the contact.
you can hear the instant smile on his face, “hey,” there’s rustling on his end and then you faintly hear him say “work call,” before closing a door, “car troubles?”
”mmm,” you turn on your car, the engine turning over is loud enough that he can hear through the phone, “yeah. do you have any plans for today?”
his brows furrow and smile widens when he hears the engine followed by your question, ”still not dark yet. this year we just decided to do fireworks ‘n that’s it”
”well i think my car may be having a slight issue”
you giggle, “I’ll let you be the boss of that”
“i’ll tell you when i can swing by later today, ‘kay?”
beau hangs up and walks back out to the living room, where carla and emily are. emily wanted to go out on the dirt bikes today, but carla said no that it’d be too dangerous and beau knows better than to do something behind carla’s back.
which is ironic since he gave you his number. ironic because every night when carla takes a shower, he’s staring at your window, unable to rip his eyes away when you change right in front of it. ironic because when he takes a shower, he’s fisting his cock, thinking about you.
his heart drops when he sees the boredom written all over his daughter’s face.
”em why don’t you go to a friend’s house?” he suggests
”you out of all people should know how dangerous it is to drive on the fourth, beau,” carla says
”then i’ll take her,” he sighs, “she’s bored carla, let her have some fun,” he stands up, “send me the address and i’ll take you, you can sleepover if it’s that one girls house, ava is it? i like her dad, deputy cortez”
”amber, dad, her name is amber,” emily laughs
”same thing,” he rolls his eyes playfully, “pack and let’s go”
he knows he and carla are going to get into a huge fight over this. he usually tries to avoid the fights, do whatever she wants because of emily, but there are certain things he just cannot get by.
but, he doesn’t know if he’s letting emily sleepover at a friends house to purposely start a fight with carla so he can feel less bad about the urge in him to kiss you, fuck you.
beau waits in his car for emily, wanting to steer clear of carla for now, which is when he gets a text from you. an image actually.
your hair is wet, there’s water droplets on your skin, specifically on your breasts, and you have your shorts on but unbuttoned and folded over, giving a sneak peek at the star design on the fabric.
you’re holding up the peace sign with kissy lips, looking innocent, but the way you angled your phone says otherwise.
”for my contact photo if you do that nonsense,” is what you sent under that picture
”I don’t, but thanks. 👍🏼” is what he sends, which makes you laugh
around 4pm, you hear a knock on your door.
you know exactly who it is.
you apply some lip gloss and check yourself in the mirror, you haven’t changed out of your bikini and shorts, because you’ve been waiting for him, as pathetic as it sounds.
you open the door to see beau holding a bottle of beer he’s been nursing, “hey darlin’, what seems to be the problem?”
”nothing,” you shrug and smile, “come in”
he sits down on your couch, where you notice his left hand.
”no plans for the fourth is a bit strange,” you mutter, “you being the sheriff and all I figured you’d be on a boat with american flags all over it”
he chuckles, running a hand over his beard, “carla didn’t wanna do anythin’”
your eyes widen ”not even a lake day?”
“nope,” he takes a sip of his beer
”that’s no fun,” you reach your hands out behind your neck, toying with your straps, acting like they’re loosening up, “sorry my straps are like falling, do you-” you scoot closer to him, “could you tie them for me, please?”
beau nods, moving his fingers in a come hither motion. you turn around, so your back is facing him. he moves your hair over to your shoulder and replaces your hands with his.
he keeps his eyes on the back of your neck, suddenly feeling jealous that the flimsy piece of fabric is closer to your skin than he is. he ties the knot intricately, so that your top won’t fall out of no where, but with the right tug, it’s gone. then he lets go of the straps when he’s done.
you lean forward, grabbing the glass bottle of beer he brought in, making the back of your shorts dip lower and he stares, wanting to pull them down and taste you.
you lean back, wrapping your lips around the rim, keeping eye contact with him. you hate the taste of beer, but you have a feeling with enough provoking he’ll give you just the thing you need to wash it down with.
his eyes stay on your lips, watching how they stay around the rim, now feeling jealous of a damn beer bottle.
so he takes it out of your hands, takes a sip, sets it down on your coffee table, “why’d you call me over darlin’?”
”i told you,” you feign innocence, “car troubles”
he scoots in closer to you, thinking with the bulge growing in his jeans, “so if i do this you wouldn’t have a problem with it?”
he places his lips on your neck, sucking and swirling his tongue to leave a mark.
you tilt your head back, “no,” you answer his question
”and if i do this,” he slides a calloused hand down your stomach, fingers tangling in the straps if your bikini bottoms to untie them, but they’re still being held up by your shorts, “still no problem darlin’?”
he leans over you, laying you flat on your couch and sliding his hand up and down your stomach while his mouth attacks your neck.
you remove his baseball hat so your fingers tangle up in his silky hair, pushing his head closer and moving your hips helplessly against nothing, searching for friction.
you were surprised it was that easy to get him to fold.
he wasn’t surprised that he didn’t even try harder to resist you.
carla is such a control freak. beau completely forgot about that when he decided to get back together with her. and to be fair, she showed signs of improvement.
but he was quickly proven wrong when she demanded so many things out of him. beau is not only a caretaker, but a people pleaser, a gentleman. so of course whatever she wants, she gets, he loved her.
so he missed the way women reacted to him. he missed having control, he missed having sex. he can tell carla just got bored of him, because the first time they had sex right as they got back together, she fucking enjoyed it.
she just shows no reaction, no desire. nothing.
so the way you’re moving your hips, the soft breathless sounds leaving your plump lips, your blown pupils, it all gives him the desire he’s been craving.
you wrap your legs around his hips, the rough fabric of the denim shielding you two from each other providing enough satisfaction for now.
”you wanna stop? jus’ tell me,” he looks up at you from the valley of your breasts, teeth playing with the small string there. his eyes are hungry, but sincere. his beard scratches your soft skin, definitely causing irritation for later.
”don’t stop,” is all you say.
beau tugs on your bikini so it comes undone with the simple movement. his eyes light up at the metal bars piercing through your nipples.
”darlin’,” he licks his lips, “now, these,” he lifts his head up to get a better view, “are just what i’ve been needin’,” he dips head back down and wraps his lips around the sensitive bud.
the piercings give you extra sensitivity, so you arch your back into his mouth, nails digging into his scalp, earning a groan from him. he rolls your other nipple with his thumb and index finger, occasionally running his thumb over it. he’s gentle enough to not tug on the piercings, but rough enough to make more sweet sounds come out of you.
he gives your nipple one final nibble and a flick of his tongue to soothe it before hovering over you, “tell me what you want darlin’.”
his voice is deep and laced with desire, there’s a fire in his eyes that you do not want to put out.
”whatever you want, you’re the boss”
you unintentionally told him exactly what he wanted to hear.
he catches your lower lip in between his teeth, tugging on it and watching it bounce back into place, “you’re perfect” he mutters
beau gives you a teasing kiss, not letting his lips linger for no longer than a second. it makes you pout and he it awakes something in him.
it’s been way too long since he felt desired and wanted. too long since he felt that he was in control. he’d be like carla if he denied you any longer.
so when he kisses you, it’s all teeth and tongue. his hands squeeze your breasts, his hips rut into yours, making you moan into the kiss with each thrust.
his lips and tongue taste like malt liquor, a bit sweeter than usual beer. you start moving your hips to meet his thrusts. he puts his forehead on yours, his mouth no longer being rough to look at your body moving.
he moves his way down your body, nibbling, sucking, kissing as he takes one hand to the back of his shirt to pull it off, revealing his tanned back.
he moves his way down to where your shorts are folded over, sliding his left arm up your body, splaying it over your chest.
and it is impossible for you to rip your eyes away from him. the way his back muscles move with every movement he does, his messy hair from the hat and your hands, the way he’s looking at you like you solved every problem for him.
his right hand pulls down your shorts and bottoms and he wastes no time on throwing one of your legs to the side to open you up to him to lap you up.
you moan and grip the arm that is holding you down as he laps at you like a man starved. he groans and rolls his hips into your sofa at the sounds you make.
his eyes are on your face, watching it scrunch up in pleasure, watching every small detail. your lips fall into a small pout and your brows are slightly raised and creased. he can tell you’re holding back, trying to not mark him up so he doesn’t get caught cheating.
so beau lifts up his head, hiking your leg up higher, “scratch me all you want darlin’,”
then he spits onto your pussy and dives in harder this time. he sucks and flicks his warm and experienced tongue over your clit repeatedly. if it weren’t for the hold he has on you, you’d be fucking yourself on his face.
you dig your nails into his forearm, leaving red marks in their wake. you throw your head back on the soft cushion of the couch and just let him devour you.
his tongue laps around your entrance, nose bumping your clit, shaking his head to delve in deeper.
”beau i’m-“ you moan, “close”
he moans when he feels your walls tighten up around his tongue, which was all it took to get you writhing under him.
he laps up all of your juices, finishing by placing a soft kiss on your hip. he sits up against the couch, picking your sensitive body and placing it on his lap.
you whimper at the denim scratching at the raw marks between your thighs from his beard.
”you taste incredible darlin’,” he murmurs against you lips, allowing you to run your tongue over the lingering taste of you and liquor.
he lifts his hips up and you throw your head onto his shoulder. he grabs a condom he had in his back pocket
”you planned this,” you pant
”shut up and put this condom on me darlin’,” his voice is soft, moving the condom wrapper in your mouth.
you close your teeth on a corner and he tugs on it, then he places it in your palm.
you lean back to unbutton and unzip his jeans, pulling them slightly down as his girthy and veiny cock springs out.
his hands are gripping onto your thighs, waiting in anticipation, “don’t tease me darlin’, if you can’t take jus’ tell me”
you’re zoned out on his cock, looking at how it’s twitching and the redness at the tip. there’s precum beading all over the red tip, so you run your thumb over it, making it twitch again.
”darlin’,” he exhales, “put it on and start bouncin’ on my cock”
you ignore him, bringing your thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the saltiness of your thumb and him, which in response, he throws his head back.
you remove your thumb and you spit in the palm of your left hand, to slowly jerk him, and he sighs, “you’re big” you whisper
he lifts his head back up, looking at you through hooded eyes, ”you gonna take it?”
you roll the condom gently on his length ”can i call you daddy when i do?”
he chuckles, “abso-fuckin’-lutely”
you line him up to your entrance, teasing you guys both, then he grabs his base and slips his tip in, making you gasp and hold onto his shoulders, “told you to stop teasin’ me”
he lets you sink down on him, stretching you out to the brim, “daddy” you whine
he places his hand on the back of your head, “i know darlin’, i know, take your time,” he says through gritted teeth
your walls flutter around his warm and hard cock, adjusting to him while you both pant at the relief.
as bad as it is to think, it’s been a long time since beau has been inside someone as tight as you, as perky breasts as you, as energetic as you, as young as you.
and he knew what trouble he was going to get himself into later, so might as well top it off by lifting you up.
”wha- wait,” you say panicked
he removes his condom and throws it off to the side, “need to feel all of you darlin’,” is all he says when he slides back in
he pulls your hips back down on him, moaning at the tight and wet sensation of you
”whenever you’re ready darlin’,” he mumbles
you nod, bracing yourself on his shoulders and you move up and down on him, digging crescent moons on his freckled skin. he grips your waist, guiding you up and down him, watching your face and flicking his eyes down at your tits.
you start moving quicker, which is when he leans forward to catch a nipple in his mouth, kneading the other breast in his big palm as he looks up at you. he flicks his tongue over the bud and plays with the metal bar, moving it side to side as much as he can.
”you’re doin’ s’good f’daddy darlin’,” he speaks around your nipple, the vibration sending electricity down your core
your living room his filled with the sounds coming out of your mouth and his moans and praises, pornographic sounds of your pussy taking his thick cock. the trimmed hair at the base of his length ignites fire on your throbbing and swollen lips.
beau throws his head back, jaw going slack but keeping his hands on your breasts massaging them with every bounce. he starts thrusting his hips up into yours, hitting that gummy spot with his fat tip
”don’t stop daddy” you whine out
”i won’t darlin’,” he watches your body bounce on him, eyeing at where you both are connected. the irritation from his facial and body hair evident on your pussy, how you stretch out to take him, your nails digging into his skin, the fact that you’re calling him daddy, you look so lost in him.
it’s what he’s been searching for. someone that makes him not just feel wanted, but needed.
and you do need him, you just don’t know why. can’t bother to figure it out either when he’s splitting you in half.
you like him so much that you do not want this to stop.
the knot in your stomach keeps getting tighter and tighter when you feel his hands all up on you, massaging and rubbing circles on your sensitive clit.
your walls start clenching around him and you press your forehead onto his shoulder, “i’m close”
”daddy’s gotchu darlin’, go ‘head, take what you need,” he places a kiss on the side of your face, still driving his hips up into yours and rubbing small tight circles on your clit, “you feel s’good darlin’”
your mouth hangs open on his skin, teeth grazing him with every rough thrust of his hips.
without warning, you cum around him, body falling limp onto his. he keeps rubbing your clit and he places his other hand on your back, while he leans forward to go deeper, which makes you mewl.
”few more seconds darlin’,” he grunts out
he supports your neck so your head doesn’t dangle fully back and with one, deep thrust, he cums inside of you, moaning your name.
your chests fall up and down rapidly, trying to catch your breaths and he leans back on your couch, panting.
he doesn’t let go of you, not yet, he doesn’t want the feeling of being desired to leave just yet.
”carla’s gonna be mad at you,” you mumble
he chuckles, “didn’t care few minutes ago,” he kisses your shoulder, “why would i care now?”
AN: hi hope you enjoy i just had a strong urge to call him daddy idk why
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