I wasn’t sure if you wanted a blurb or what but I’m feeling some FEELINGS about this mans so hERE WE GO
first of all, this man is PATIENT
like STUPID patient
like will keep you on the edge until your thighs are shivering and your voice is hoarse from begging patient
and he will use all the things at his disposal for this
eat you out for dAYS? CHECK
finger you till your g spot is begging for mercy? CHECK
breaking out the Toy Collection™? mOTHER hECKIN CHECK
and then when you’re about to break apart at the seams because you’re so goDDAMN CLOSE
THAT, my fam, is when he gives you the dicking down that you dESERVE
he likes getting you SO close that you come the second he’s inside you, and then he fucks you through that nice and slow, and doesn’t stop until he has you coming AGAIN
loves to eat his cum out of you after and see if he can get you off just one. more. time.
Prompt: Beau Bennett, cute fluffy steamy hotel sex
For: Anon
Warnings & Tags: NSFW, light exhibitionism
Word Count: 1,191
Moodboard
Wedding season was in full swing and you and Beau were becoming pros at this. Your dress and his suit were carefully packed together in a garment bag folded over your arm while Beau rolled a large suitcase with the rest of your combined clothes and toiletries for the weekend behind him. Everything else was in the backpack on your back as the two of you headed from the uber into your hotel. It was a decent place, booked in the same venue as the reception, so the two of you couldn’t go anywhere without running into at least ten people Beau knew. You were still getting to know his extended family and making a good impression was important, but a part of you just wanted to relax in the pool without socializing and putting on a polite smile for someone who went on a twenty-minute tangent about how cute Beau was as a child.
One of Beau’s distant cousins asked if you wanted to join them for dinner, but thankfully Beau had read your expression that you were trying valiantly to hide and slid his free arm around your waist.
“We’re just going to order room service and get some rest. It’s been a long travel day, y’know?” he said smoothly, leading the two of you to your room as you slumped gratefully against his side.
Later, as the sun was setting through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the room, Beau was resting his head on your stomach as the two of you relaxed after dinner. You were grateful he’d given the two of you some time to just recharge. He hummed as you ran your fingers through his hair, nuzzling against your belly button before sliding his hand under the hem of your shirt. You shivered as he ran his thumb back and forth over your bare skin and he took that as a cue to keep going.
Sliding the shirt up, he pressed a line of kisses against your newly exposed skin and you started to squirm under him.
“Babe,” you half-whined. “Your family are literally in rooms all around us.”
You felt him smirk against your skin, and he nipped at your skin lightly before speaking. “Guess you’ll have to be quiet then.”
You tugged at his hair until he lifted his head to look at you, grinning wide and bright as sunshine. You knew then that you would do whatever he had in mind. His ideas in bed were always incredible and it seemed that whenever you two were away somewhere, he always got more adventuresome.
Beau got up on his knees and slid two fingers into you. You arched your back, whimpering in the back of your throat.
“Fuck,” Beau said above you, sounding as though the air had been punched out of him. “You’re so fucking wet, babe.”
“You have that effect.” You gave him a cheeky grin and he responded by grinding his palm against your clit, making you cry out, hurrying to muffle the sound with your arm. He pulled your arm away, though, shaking his head.
“Wanna hear you,” he breathed.
“Beau, please,” you whimpered, biting your lip. He fucked you expertly with his fingers until you came with a cry of his name and, while he was licking his fingers clean, you slid off the bed, looking for the rolling suitcase where you knew you’d stored the condoms. He’d put it under the desk by the window and you got down on your hands and knees to dig through until you found them. By the time you had closed your hand around the box, Beau was behind you, knelt down and pressing kisses into your lower back. His hand slid around your waist, his fingers seeking out your clit and you moaned, grabbing a condom and passing it back to him.
“Here, baby?” he asked, breath tickling your back.
You glanced over at the window. It was wide open, the sunset still lighting the room. It made you a little nervous, but you were 13 floors up and you were impatient. You nodded. “Yeah. Here.”
You arched your back as Beau put the condom on and entered you, stretching you deliciously,
“Fuck, baby,” you heard him groan, his hands tightening on your hips. He picked up a slow tempo, fucking you steadily and hard and you were quickly forgetting that you should be keeping quiet.
A horn honking in the parking lot below briefly drew your attention and you absently worried that someone could see you. But Beau, like he read your mind, took it a step further. He guided you up so that he was still fucking into you, but your back was against his chest, your head rolling back against his shoulder. He tilted the two of you toward the window.
“What if they-” you breathed, cutting off on a moan as he pinched your nipple, leaning down to bite at your shoulder.
“Then let ‘em look, Y/N,” he growled against your neck as he bucked hard into you, your back arching as his fingers found your clit again. You were close, so close and he knew it. He moved his hand away from your clit, keeping you on the edge while he caught up, fucking into you while he played with your nipples, curled his hand around your neck, and whispered a steady stream of dirty talk into your ears. When his words got more breathy and frantic, his hand slid down to your clit again, bringing you to completion as you felt his hips stutter against your back while he came.
He fell back on his heels, locking his arm around your middle and bringing you with him while you both caught your breath. Once the aftershocks started to fade, you leaned back against his shoulder.
“Babe, you really think they could-” you started to ask.
“Nah, babe. We’re up too high and the windows are dark from the outside,” he assured you before you could even finish the question. He nuzzled into your neck, nipping lightly at the skin just under your ear. “C’mon. Let’s get you to bed.”
“Dunno if my legs work yet,” you laughed, not even complaining when he responded by lifting you bridal style and bringing you back to the bed. You made yourself comfortable, stretching back against the pillows and closing your eyes while Beau disposed of the condom. He came back with a warm rag and gingerly wiped you down, even paying gentle attention to the red marks the carpet had left on your knees.
He finally curled around you and you laughed as he adjusted you until he was the little spoon. You chuckled as you pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.
“Love goin’ on trips with you, babe,” he mumbled tiredly and you chuckled, tightening your arm around him.
“Me too,” you agreed as his breathing evened out and you soon joined him in sleep.
Hello can you please teach me about Beau Bennett! I just looked him up and he’s beautiful! I wanna learn more about him!
I just did some learning about him yesterday and I KNOW THE FEEL ANON. Here are the things I’ve learned about him since yesterday
he looks gr9 in a thong (this is the only thing I knew prior to yesterday) (x)
hilarious social media presence. like literally better than any other player ever if you don’t have his insta and twitter on alerts DO IT NOW (x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x)
Is actually called “sunshine” which is the most accurate nickname because he is literal. sunshine.
can play the piano (x)
DOGGO (x, x, x, x)
used to play for the penguins but I’ll forgive him for this we all have dark moments in our pasts
I’m just gonna leave this here without comment bc I’m strangely into it (x)
He is a good, soft boy (x, x, x, x)
Is not a fuckin SNITCH thanK YOU VERY MUCH (x)
So accident prone like baby we gotta wrap u in bubble wrap (x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x)
He’s not my usual type but he’s a Snack (x, x)
Apparently was the first California born and trained player to win the Stanley Cup which is really awesome (x)
Apologies because I didn’t get too far back in his tag bc I saw a thing about M*r** L*m***x that my blacklist didn’t pick up for some reason and I just... couldn’t after that but if anyone has other Beau things, hmu and I’ll add them to this post! <3
Girl THANK YOU for writing about Beau, he’s so under appreciated 😭❤️
I literally knew one thing about him before today but now I’m already in heart eyes with this sunshine man so like fEEL FREE TO REQUEST SOME BEAU WHENEVS I GOT YOU, FAM <3
Prompt: Beau Bennett, Bad sexual experience with your last boyfriend so you’re nervous and Beau comforts you
For: Anon
Warnings & Tags: past bad communication resulting in painful sexual experiences, bisexual protag, nsfw, discussion about female anatomy
Word Count: 1,754
-title from James Arthur’s song ‘Say You Won’t Let Go’
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to have sex with Beau. You did. You really, really did. You wished for it in the early morning as you took a too-long shower, you woke up with dreams about it, you thought about it while he made you dinner in his apartment forgoing a shirt and grinning cheekily when he caught you staring at his muscles shifting as he danced around singing into a spatula.
It wasn’t that you didn’t like sex. You’d had sex before. Your last girlfriend had nothing but positive things to say about your skills in bed and vice versa. Your last boyfriend, however…
He was a good guy. He never pushed you for sex or anything, and you wanted to enjoy sex with him… it’s just that it always hurt. Like a pushing and stretching and tugging that wasn’t good. The first few times, you figured your pained expression could be passed off as pleasure and if you didn’t manage to fake an orgasm in time, he’d always offer to eat you out after. And that was nice. But penetrative sex? It hurt. After a while, you’d start to find excuses to not have sex with him. He never pushed, always respected when you said no, but you never said the real reason and you knew, you knew it created a rift in your relationship that just got wider as time went on.
It wasn’t really a surprise when he sat you down after nearly a year to kindly tell you that maybe it just wasn’t working between the two of you.
You were fine on your own for awhile after that, but then you met Beau at a mutual friend’s birthday party and the two of you hit it off right away. It was so easy to just fall into step with him, like a missing puzzle piece you didn’t know you needed. The two of you sat out on the porch away from the party and talked about everything for hours.
Your first date with Beau was at the Lincoln Park Zoo. He couldn’t believe there was an actual animal called the “Allen’s Swamp Monkey”. Your favourite by far was the pygmy hippo. The next day, there was a bouquet of flowers delivered to your work. At the base of the vase were two stuffed animals: a hippo and a monkey. They were put together in a way that made it seem like they were holding hands.
Your second date was a pottery class. You were pretty sure you’d never get the clay out from under your fingernails, and the cup you made was really lopsided, but when you gave it to Beau, he looked at it like it was the most precious gift he’d ever gotten.
Your third date was a cooking class. It was a lot more fun than you’d expected it to be, even after you and Beau got stern looks more than once for giggling while the instructor was trying to teach everyone how to fold egg whites into a cake batter. When he kissed you goodnight at your door, Beau asked if maybe he could put his new culinary skills to use and make you dinner at his place that weekend.
One month and handfuls of dates later, the two of you spent at least two evenings a week at each others’ apartments, and you still hadn’t had sex. You were starting to run out of excuses, and honestly, it was frustrating because you really did want to have sex with him.
You were kissing on his couch, an episode of some old British murder mystery was playing on his TV in the background and he guided you onto his lap, your knees on either side of his thighs and you ground down on his thigh, feeling him half-hard against your hip.
“Bedroom?” he murmured against your lips and you froze a little before slowly nodding. He slid his hands under your thighs and carried you to his room. He gently lay you on the bed before reverently taking off your clothes, taking his time pressing soft kisses to each new inch of skin as it was exposed to him.
When he ate you out, it was incredible. He was so attentive. He set the learning curve high for mastering what you liked and bringing you to a shaking orgasm in record time. You were pretty sure your legs wouldn’t work, but you tried to get up anyway, hoping to give him a blowjob and maybe avoid anything penetrative for the moment, but he was already grabbing a condom from his nightstand.
You grit your teeth and blinked up at him. “Beau, I-” you said softly and he tilted his head at you.
“You okay, babe?” he asked, so heartfelt and earnest and you didn’t want to deny him. You wanted this to be good for him.
“I-” you started, biting your lip before trying to relax. “Just… go slow?”
He cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “Of course.”
He lined up, gently pushing into you and-
The whimper you made was decidedly not a good one.
Beau stilled, eyes locking on yours and he pulled out immediately. You didn’t even bother to hide your wince, your shoulders slumping back, defeated, against his pillows. He reached for your center, hand stilling as he cupped you. “Can I…” he asked, running a finger experimentally up and down your slit. That felt good. You liked that. You nodded.
“Yes,” you said, then repeated it, just to assure him when he still looked a little hesitant. “I promise. Yes.”
He circled your clit once before dipping his middle finger into you and he hummed a little to himself. “Um… babe… are you not... “
You tilted your head, confused.
“Babe you’re not really… I mean…” Beau rocked back, his finger slipping out of you and he used his free hand to run his hand through his hair nervously.
You couldn’t help but laugh a little inside at that. He was nervous? Imagine how you felt.
“You’re not really all that um… wet, babe… do you not like what we uh… Fuck I actually hurt you, didn’t I?”
You reached up and grabbed at his shoulders until he came down to you, gathering you into his arms and the two of you held each other as you spoke up into his neck, glad you had the excuse to hide your warm cheeks against his shoulder. “I liked it, I promise… I mean… your mouth was incredible… and your fingers too, mostly. And I really want to do more but like… it hurts? It uh… it always has. With um… with guys. I mean… I was turned on as fuck… I still am but it still hurts… I really want to but…Maybe I just don’t get wet enough?”
“Oh!” he said, nodding. “So we’ll just use lube, then.”
He said it so simply, so matter-of-factly. Like it was easy. Like there wasn’t something wrong with you. Your eyes filled and you couldn’t help the sob that bubbled up from your chest.
“Y/N, there is nothing wrong with you,” Beau said softly, moving back just enough to guide your face up to look at him. You winced again, not realizing you’d actually said that bit out loud. “I had an ex a long time ago who… I mean it was sort of the same. It wasn’t her fault, either. I mean… I can’t say I’m an expert on like… parts I don’t have but well… she said… she said some women just don’t naturally lubricate as much as others and that’s okay. You’re okay, babe. That’s why god invented lube or whatever.” He chuckled a little at his quip and gave you his sunniest smile and you couldn’t believe he was just so supportive about this.
He just was so honest about it and all of the things you told yourself would happen just seemed so outrageous compared to his warm, supportive presence, his words, his hand rubbing slow circles into your lower back.
“Babe, you don’t have to hurt. I don’t ever want to hurt you. We try and use lube if you want. Or if you don’t want to do it at all, that’s also okay. I’m still going to be here regardless. Hell, I’m happy to start every day with my head between your thighs if that’s all you want from me. Just… don’t be afraid to talk to me about it?” His thumb was brushing your cheekbone, making you feel like something precious to him and it was overwhelming. It was really good but overwhelming.
You nodded. “Yeah,” you whispered. “Communication. I can do that.”
He took his condom off his softening cock and threw it into the trash can by his bed before turning back to you and pulling you into a tight hug. “We can do that,” he gently corrected you, his fingers lightly tracing patterns onto your back. “Do you want to stay the night, sweetheart? Just to sleep. No funny business, cross my heart.”
You giggled a little into his chest but nodded. As he pulled a blanket up and over the two of you, you took a deep breath in, then out, then quietly added. “Maybe some funny business, though? Later?”
He kissed the top of your head and you felt his smile against your hair. “Whatever you want, Y/N. Whatever you want.”
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The next morning, Beau made you breakfast in bed.
That afternoon, you dug around his nightstand until you found a bottle of lubricant that you pressed into the hand of a very dazed-looking Beau.
That evening, after round three, the only soreness you felt was a pleasant pulling in some long-since-used muscles, and the only discomfort you felt was the sweat on your back cooling in the apartment air before Beau curled around your back after disposing of another condom. You hid a goofy smile into his pillow as he kissed the back of your neck.
That night, when the two of you sleepily dragged yourselves out of bed to get some takeout and hydrate, Beau asked you if you were happy.
