warnings / g!p beyoncé. f!reader. brat!reader. p w no plot. pussy slapping. oral (bey receiving). p in v. dirty talk. breeding kink. threats of baby trapping.
note / working on a request rn, so here you go ! 😝 NOT PROOFREAD !!!
“keep playing like that, i’ma have to deal with you.”
hot anger flared in her chest as you leaned back in your chair, ignoring her words with a roll of your eyes. what the fuck was mathew thinking making her collaborate with you?
“i’m being serious.”
no response.
“are you deaf?”
you spared her a glance, a tiny smile on your lips before drawing your gaze back to your screen.
oh it’s like that huh?
she counted down to five in her head before snatching your phone out of your hands.
“hey!”
she smirked down at you. “you can’t have this till we finish this fuckin’ song. understand?”
you scoff, “as if. give me that back, you bitch.”
her face fell. “you wanna rephrase that?” she pocketed your phone and leaned down to face you. “or you want me to remind you what happened last time you decided it’d be fun to run your mouth ‘round me?”
the faintest heat crept up your exposed neck and she smiled.
“but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she grabbed your jaw to make you look right at her face.
“fuck you.” you spat, but the slight tremor in your voice told her everything she wanted to know. her gaze fell down to your thighs which were clenched.
“that’s what you did… last week?” she feigned trying to remember and laughed when your body stiffened, face warm with embarrassment and arousal.
she parts your legs with a firm hand and cups your pussy through your tiny black shorts. you gasp, practically arching off the office chair.
her other hand undid her pants and pulled her hard member out. you defiantly turned your head to the side. still playing hard to get.
“cute,” she cooed, grabbing your jaw and turning you to face her leaking tip. your eyes drop to her dick before looking up at her again.
she closed your eyes as you took her length into your warm mouth. tongue swirling around her tip before you swallowed her fully. nose brushing against her pubic area.
“shitttt,” she threw her head back as you began sucking.
the studio quickly filled with lewd sounds of your mouth and her moans. “look at you,” she groaned, gripping the back of your head.
“take it.” her hips began thrusting back and you didn’t let up, your misty eyes still glaring up at her. “fuck that’s it.”
you gagged as she pushed herself deep down her throat, your nails digging into the side of her hips. “gonna take all of me in,” she snarled, her thrusts turning sharper as she got closer to her climax.
“take it take it take it.”
she came with a sharp moan. her cum filling your mouth till your cheeks were swollen. “swallow it,” she hissed, pulling her dick out.
to her surprise, you spat all of it out onto the floor.
she exhaled sharply. “get the fuck up.”
she was done with your little tantrum. her hands flew to your hips, and pushed you over the desk. she ignored your protests and ripped your shorts off.
“all this mess and you still wanna act stupid?”
her hand smacked your pussy sharply. the sound that came out of your mouth was filthy. a mix between a moan and a whine. your hips bucked back against her palm, the friction sending shivers down your spine.
her hand came down again in quick strikes till your cunt was leaking and red.
“this is what you wanted right?” she lined her cock up against your entrance.
“lil girl acting all—” her breath caught in her throat as her tip slipped in. your body welcomed her without hesitation, walls practically sucking her inside. “fuckin’ bitchy. just needed this huh?”
underneath her, you were a squirming mess. tears slipping down your face as she filled you inch by inch. “oh fuck!” you cried once she bottomed out. her hips barely gave you a moment to adjust to her length before slamming into you in quick deep strokes.
her hands pinned you against the desk keeping you still as she rutted into you. “takin’ my dick so fucking good.” she bit your ear lobe, breath fanning the side of your face.
“nothing smart to say right now?” she mocked, drawing herself all the way back before thrusting back in one sharp motion.
you squealed, body jerking against hers. “fuck!”
“you close?” her hand snuck under your shirt and groped your breast through your bra. “wanna cum?”
you nod frantically, “imsoclose.” you cry, attempting to thrust your hips back but failing when her hand came down to pin your lower half against the desk.
“beg for it.” her fingers dug into your flesh, trying to keep her orgasm at bay. “you need to earn it.”
you break instantly, her name and pleas falling from your lips in a broken prayer. “please i—” you sob. your knees failing you as your stomach tightened impossibly hard. thankfully, she held you upright.
“please bey! i wanna cum!”
she groaned, “gonna fill you up so good,” she kept thrusting as you came. “put a baby in you, i’m gonna put a baby in you.”
you give her a broken yes taking her by surprise. “look at you,” she gripped your jaw from behind, sticking two fingers inside your mouth. “do you even know what you’re saying?” she could feel you drip down her balls.
“i need you in me, please.” you moan, sucking her fingers.
she could feel herself twitch inside you and then filled you with a groan, her cum filling you up deep.
she stayed inside you for a while before pulling out, you twitch as she popped out from you with a sticky squelch. her juices oozed out of your cunt, she quickly scooped it up with her fingers and pushed it back in, making you whimper in surprise.
“go fix yourself up and get in that studio,” she said, delivering a smack to your ass.
biker!beyoncé... who's your next door neighbor, you asked one day to go a on ride with her and it was the most thrilling experience, she showed off every trick she could've thought of with you on the back
biker!beyoncé... who priotizes tf outta your safety. if you're with her at a bike meet she holds onto you tightly, quick to butt heads with anyone who may try to mess with you
biker!beyoncé... who once admired you from a distance, not afraid to speak but more so of your perspective, thinking she was once too tough and unapproachable
biker!beyoncé... who stays strapped... both ways. once shooting a man bc of how he approached you. non lethally.
biker!beyoncé... who pampers you as much as she does her bike, doing almost everything for you, from putting the clothes on your back to fucking you so hard you can't speak
biker!beyoncé... who claims you at any place at any time, her possesiveness knows no bounds, at any bike meet or bar or wherever whenever, she is quick to pull you and your panties aside and making you moan out her name for everyone to hear
biker!beyoncé... who wears her helmet when you fuck so you can see yourself, all fucked out and crying out about how good shes fucking you
biker!beyoncé... who smokes moderately. it was not nearly as bad as it could've been but you had a fear for her health. until she once jokingly said she'd quit fully, pretending to put the cigarette out on your skin, "accidentally" pressing down too hard. the reaction you had to it invigorated something in you, everytime she smokes now, you ask her to use your body like an ashtray, to which she obliges.
gamer!beyoncé... who always gets the princess treatment when it comes down to her fanbase. if one of her fans knew she wanted something, like a new headset or maybe even clothes, nine times out of ten she always got what she want, whenever she wanted.
on her twitch account, she had a website linked with all of beyoncé's wishlists. the lists showcased various items such as very costly jewelry, designer clothes, makeup, and small trinkets she thought would fit the aesthetic of her gaming setup.
gamer!beyoncé... who streams at least every friday and saturday and earns a whopping average of ~90k viewers every stream. sometimes, she'll let her top "supporters" commission special pieces of media, curated just for that person's eyes only. whether it comes in a voice message, video, or even text, no matter what– her fans would never be left unsatisfied.
gamer!beyoncé... who takes suggestive, almost teasing pictures of herself before she went live and posted it on instagram, just to delete it minutes later. when confronted about it, she acts oblivious or simply changes the topic. most of the photos consisted of a rather dolled-up beyoncé, dressed up in light pink, lacey lingerie. it was never too revealing since she always covered herself with an oversized shirt or jacket. though, it was impossible to ignore the small, heart-shaped nipple piercings gently rubbing against her slightly see-thru top.
gamer!beyoncé... who ends up all hot and bothered the second she gets ready to end stream. all that pent-up stress from the character beyoncé played, leading to that warm, wet spot made right beneath her lap, coating the thin white panties that her viewers rarely catch tiny glimpses of.
gamer!beyoncé... one of the most popular female streamers on the platform, all relentless and spent, fingers pumping deep into her pussy, imagining how she'd be treated if all her loyal fans saw her in such a desperate, vulnerable state. what people would say about her. "what a slut." or "she just couldn't help herself, could she?" her soft whimpers bouncing off the walls with every thrust. she bit her lip, staring at herself in the webcam of her computer. with a subtle sigh, bey let out a breathy "f-fuck.."
gamer!beyoncé... who would livestream her private "sessions" faceless for thousands of unexpecting people to see. as she'd bounce on a fan-bought self-thrusting love machine. she'd grip her ass in the camera as she backed up desperately with her back arched on the thick, six-inch purple dildo. as she was about to finish, her breath hitched, losing her balance, beyoncé feels her arms give out– her flushed face slips into the frame, all ruined and spent.
after her orgasm, she giggled, sitting up and getting ready to end the livestream. as she subtly read the chat, it was filled with messages like "bey???" or "i knew something about you sounded so familiar.." and in a heartbeat, she closed her laptop shut.
"ah shit."
i really liked this idea, i have no idea when im making a m.list but i feel like i could've done better with this work. mwah
────୨ৎ──── hi all! moon here, quick little a/n: i've been lurking in this specific side of tumblr for a minute now lol, if u can't tell i've taken some inspo from various bey-centered authors such as @/babythugga and @/beyyours ! (sorry if the tagging bothered anybody) these are two of my fav creators, and it inspired me to create some of my own headcanons/ideas that have been stirring in my mind for quite some time now. this is my first time actually posting things like this! so pls be patient with me if the writing isn't too well-written lol... nonetheless, hope everyone enjoyed, thanks 4 reading (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)
cw: cheating, bondage, hair pulling, office sex, oral fixation, face riding, tribbing, praise, begging (beyoncé is pathetic)
summary: your boss makes her presence known and now she's calling you into her office, what have you done wrong?
a/n: i completely rewrote this after working on it for like ever. also reader's dialogue is so y/n coded but lets not talk abt it. ALSOOO my reqs are open nowwww 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽
you'd never seen her up close.
just in passing.
no one spoke about her in a demeaning manner.
just that she was elusive and mysterious.
when you'd gotten your promotion, that did not change in the slightest. but your perception was starting too.
voice smooth and sultry. beauty like no other. but there was no time for a particular focus on those things.
you kept it on repeat in your head.
boss wants 17 copies of the marketing budget on her desk by noon for the other shareholders.
it was 11:29. the printer had run out of ink and you were just now rushing back into the office to make 7 more copies.
all you could hear was static surrounding you. a strong determination enclosed all your senses.
a rather loud click changed all of that.
before you could fully turn, a firm, warm hand on the small of your back caused you to stiffen.
"what's the rush?" the voice asked softly, inquistively.
a lump had gotten caught in your throat. stammering a bit of nonsense before a full sentence could be spoken.
"the copies you asked for. i know you said by noon so i'm just a bit behind right now." you sighed, voice shakey.
"no need." beyoncé spoke, barely above a whisper, a slight giggle resting underneath it. her hand placed atop the one you had reaching to fumble with the printer, pushing it away. "i thought about it. and i don't need them anymore. i think a presentation will be just fine," she said as she backed away, allowing you turn and face her.
it seemed as if your body melted as you sighed.
"though, i do need something else from you," she continued. she began to organize a few things on your desk before she looked to you, eyes piercing into you, breaking your seemingly unbothered demeanor. you quickly unfolded your arms, sitting into your swivel chair and cocked your head to the side, genuine confusion fueling it as she'd never spoken to you herself.
"can you meet in my office at ten after two? i need to speak with you about something." she rasped.
"uh, of course. i will see you then, boss." you reply, voice unsteady as she turned to walk away.
another loud click brings you out of a trance of thoughts.
you're shaken. of course you are. what could you have possibly done to be spoken to one on one with the boss?
you drown yourself in work. answering calls/emails, and marking calendars.
you glance at the clock and it's exactly 2pm. you quickly shut everything down and head up the elevator.
while you make your way up, your hand finds its way to your mouth, freshly manicured nails now becoming bumpy, a habit you never quite let go of.
when you walk out, her secretary holds her hand out, motioning to go ahead and go inside.
"go ahead, you can sit down." the head woman hums.
and you do as told.
she steps from behind her computer and desk.
"you are doing such an amazing job. i thought i should at least compliment you on that myself instead of sending someone else to do it." she chuckles, folding her arms.
your body softens as you release a breath.
"thank you, ma'am. i try my best, i'm gald you appreciate my effort." you reply.
"i see a lot. i watch everyone a bit. but you aren't like everyone. i watch you a lot. you stand out to me. i really just been wanting to talk to you." she paces, voice giddy.
"and you had to call me into your office?" you giggle.
"well i would prefer to be uninterrupted. i moved a lot around just to speak to you." she admits, moving in a bit closer to you.
you say nothing, just look at her.
"you are so beautiful." she says quietly, caressing your face. "tell me about yourself. your life. i want to know it all." she marvels.
"there isn't much to know." you rasp. "i live alone. my parents got me through school and i love my work. i guess i could mention that i like cooking but i don't quite think i'm the person to be in awe of." you finish, her hand still resting on your face.
when you look up, her eyes are dark and fixated on you.
"that's so nice. i guess i could say the same about myself. i don't live alone though. so you really enjoy it here? you're ok with this new workload due to the promotion you were granted?" she questions, seemingly snapping out of the trance she was in, now twiddling her thumbs together.
"i really do. i feel like this job is my entire personality but i enjoy it so much, y'know, the people and just something to keep my hands full, while also supporting such a big company." you confess, smoothing over your clothing.
"my... husband made such a great thing for us all to enjoy." she says. a breath escapes her as she looks down, thoughts racing quite clearly through her head.
your hand once again comes up to your mouth, you bite down before realizing it.
"don't do that." she demands, pushing your hand down. "i see you do that all the time. is it a habit?" she ponders.
"one i'm not proud of but.. yes... i just need to have something in my mouth, keeps my mind occupied." you answer.
a silence enters. then a deep sigh. her grip still rather firm on your hand.
"d-do you try to chew gum instead?" she tries to play it off, her breathing is unsteady and her focus on you unwavering, watching as you begin to bite the skin off your lip.
"i do. but nothing really helps." you begin to gnaw back on your bottom lip.
her free hand comes up to your chin, pulling your bottom lip from between your teeth. you take a deep breath in at this action.
"mrs. carter, i feel like-"
"don't fucking call me that." she curses.
"i need a yes or a no from you." she pants.
a hushed 'yes' escapes you.
her thumb caresses your bottom lip, slipping in and rolling along your tongue. you suck the finger, grabbing her wrist and taking it deeper into your mouth. her eyes widen at the action, she pulls her hand back, a loud 'pop' and a line on spit following.
she darts from where she is in front of you to the door, stepping outside. you turn your body viciously to watch her movement yet resist from moving.
you weren't expecting this. but yet you were not against the satisfation you got out of the interaction.
she returns, door slamming shut behind her.
she opens the desk drawer, you try to crane your head to see what she's grabbing but you can't and still are unable to when she sits it down.
your fingertips ghost your lip, remembering the feeling of her hand and fight the urge to bite your nails again.
"c'mere." she commands, voice soft and sultry.
you obey, body seemingly gravitating to her.
"i'm sorry about that. the name thing." you mutter, not really knowing what to say.
her arms find their way to her waist, pulling you to her, your bodies pressed against each other.
"it's alright," her breath ghosting your lips, "just don't let it happen again. i want you so bad... i've been wanting you for so long... i will do whatever it takes to keep you here like this. please. please. let me have you." she groans.
"you can have whatever you want from me— when i- well. it helped. i can only thank you, ma'am."
the respectful term seemed to affect her.
she surged in, lips meeting yours in a bruising kiss, tongue quickly entering and searching.
she grips your shoulders, guiding you downwards, the seperation from her being rather loud.
you were on your knees for her. a situation you sure as hell didn't think you'd be in roughly 20 minutes ago.
she grabs the object she sat on her desk a few moments prior. bending down to your level now.
a red rope sat in her hands.
you point to yourself and she nods.
you offer up your wrists but she takes both hands and put them behind your back.
quickly and deftly she ties the rope around your arms, restraining them.
"try to move 'em." she demands.
you do as told. not a budge.
"good. so good. so pretty." a whine leaves her. "what you wear to work is so inappropriate." she proclaimed.
"i-i don't know what you're talking about." you defend.
"there is a protocol on the length of skirts. i've been letting you pass for a while." she snickers. "but it's not even that. it's what you wear under." her hands grazed over the buttons on your top, beginning to undo them revealing the black lace bra underneath.
you watch with awe, just taking in the length of her fingers, how pretty she is, and it seems that shes doing the same.
she goes in for another kiss, hands moving from unbuttoning your top to undoing hers, then groping your breasts.
panting and soft moans fill your ears. every sound amplified by the empty office space. the sound of a zipper reverberating through and fabric rustling. with the postion you were in, your head was rather close to the edge of her desk, and as she rose to stand tall, she pulled your head back, causing it to rest there.
the grip of her fingers in your hair tightened, causing you to squeal a bit in pain.
"can i use your tongue, baby?"
"yes, ma'am. you would feel so good." you spew, unaware of what's come over you, lust filling your thoughts.
her soaked cunt hit your tongue and you sucked ardently on her hard clit, juices dripping down your chin, and moaning coming from you both.
considering how you were, all you could do was see upward. her head thrown back in pleasure, hair sticking to her skin, and breasts bouncing bountifully.
the urge to caress her body in all of its glory was strong but that was unachievable, but allowing her to ride your face with vigor definitely was.
"i've wanted to do this for so long, i don't want to stop. don't let this be our only time." she pleaded, words coated in desire, staring down directly into your eyes.
you couldn't say anything as it happened and she came without warning, chanting your name as it happened.
she stumbled a bit stepping back to admire the mess she made on your face, going in to lap it up. hands rubbing up your skirt, gripping the edge to pull them down.
"you wear such nice lingerie for a girl who has nothing going on." she purrs, pulling your hips forward, thumb grazing over the wet spot on your panties that has appeared there, pulling them aside.
"i prefer it, i have my moments where i do have something going on but 'm just more comfortable in it." you say, bits tumbling out faster than others, mind preoccupied with the feeling between your legs.
now the two of you were connected, pussies rubbing together, slick noises, and pleasure taking over all your senses.
curses spill out of your mouth as you tense.
"your skin feels so good on mine. cum with me, baby, please." she moans, broken, body shaking.
you lean forward to kiss her as within moments of one another your bodies fill with ecstasy.
a trail of wetness is left behind on the marble floor beneath the both of you.
when she comes down, it doesn't seem as though this was apart of the plan. her face is flushed and she looks away, hair covering all her features.
she laughs to herself, now reaching around to undo the rope.
"i'm so sorry about all of this. i think i got a bit carried away." she says through a grin.
"a bit?" you chuckle, breathless.
"i meant what i've said. i don't want this to be the last time. please, let me have this. have you..." she begs, eyes softer now.
"you're married... i don't think that's right. even with... y'know." you speak as you adjust.
she looks positively defeated. but she nods.
"fuck it. let's keep it between us? this was nice, so..." you trail off.
dom!boss!beyoncé x sub!secretary!black fem!reader headcanons
— contents: impact play (spanking), power imbalance, age gap, praise kink, bey is a bit possessive over y/n, cnc, reader is shy and awkward. (if any of these make you uncomfy don't read or read at your own risk ♡)
— a/n: hiiii ! it’s my first story on here and my first time releasing my writing to public in years. i’ve had this idea in my head for awhile. it’s based off one of my favorite films ever ‘secretary (2002)’!! this one's kinda unoriginal because it's from one of the scenes but pt.2 is more of my own LMAO. i hope you all enjoy ♡ (any writing tips/advice is greatly appreciated btw !)
— synopsis: Beyoncé Knowles hires you as her assistant/secretary at her office. you learn something about yourself during your time working there.
— ♫: kinky love by pale saints & angel by massive attack ♡
— word count: 767
MASTERLIST
(divider creds to @/cursed-carmine and who ever made the bow dividers, i genuinely forgot i’m sooo sorry 😭)
BOSS!BEYONCÉ — who noticed how shy you were when you two first met for your interview. she hired you because she saw you had potential (and maybe there was a slight attraction to you too…)
she noticed how soft spoken your voice was when answering phone calls or how awkward you'd become whenever your boss' clients came in for an appointment.
one day, she pulled you aside for a small meeting. she wanted to talk you through getting over your fear of basic human interactions and wanted you to step out of your comfort zone. she'd make up scenarios like fake phone calls or act as a client coming in and guided you through how to come out of your shell. she loved watching you blossom into the woman you were becoming and even praised you for being such a good listener. this was the start of an unspoken attraction that grew between you two.
BOSS!BEYONCÉ — who gets disappointed with your typos on your work. when you obey her demands on fixing your mistakes, she becomes quite infatuated with how submissive you are to her orders.
she'd make your heart flutter whenever she called you pet names such as "good girl" or "sweet girl" or praises you with "that's my girl" or "you did so good" every time you did your work correctly the first time or whenever you corrected your typos like she asked you to. you may or may not have developed a crush on beyoncé because not only is she very attractive but the way she praised you made you feel seen and fulfilled. you try to hide that you're flustered every time but she noticed every time.
BOSS!BEYONCÉ — who started to become a bit possessive over you. whenever clients came in and noticed your beauty, she had this feeling of jealousy. mentally, she already claimed you as her own. she'd immediately cut off your conversations with clients if they started flirting with you. you'd thought they were being very friendly when beyoncé knew what type of timing they were on. if any of her clients expressed interest in you to her. she'd claim that you were already taken so they could back off.
BOSS!BEYONCÉ — who one day, had a long hard day of work and noticed your work had yet, another set of typos. she had become so fed up.
"y/n, come into my office and bring your work with you." you followed suit, not knowing what your boss had in store. her energy seemed so different that you thought you were on the verge of getting fired, but little did you know…
BOSS!BEYONCÉ — who wanted to teach you a lesson because she hates to be disappointed, especially in you.
"place your work on my desk, then place your arms on the desk and bend over so you're facing the paper and read it out loud." she said softly yet stern. you looked at her with a confused expression on your face and even told her you didn't seem to understand. she didn’t say a word back. you carefully proceeded to obey her anyway not knowing what to expect and started to read.
when you start reading, she spanked you after you read the first error you've made. you jolted and looked back at her after the first hit in shock and confusion, still bent over the desk hovering the paper… she locked eyes with you and didn't say a word. you took that as a sign to keep going as if nothing is happening. she continued to spank you after you read error after error, making your ass burn like hell.
however, you noticed something strange happening with your body. you started to feel hot and your panties became very damp due to how wet you got from being spanked by your sexy boss. you tried to hide it but you even started to moan as you were being spanked. you realized you liked what was happening to you, you knew it was all so wrong but it felt so right.
she got off just by inflicting pain on you. hearing you struggle to read while moaning and shaking under her touch made her all hot and heavy. she wanted to strap you then and there but she knew that would've been more rewarding than punishing.
BOSS!BEYONCÉ — who noticed that you now make errors on purpose just so she can punish you with a spanking. it was only one occurrence that you were spanked but you were so desperate for her touch that you figured that should go even further to get what you want out of your boss…
a/n: ahhh! my first head canons 🥹 let me know how you guys like it and comment if y’all want pt. 2 :) ♡
a/n: highkey kinda like prequel info to skin (boss fic, will insert link when finished) but while im working on that i feel like i need to post smth in the meantime, also i think pervy might be an understatement
pervyboss!beyoncé... who deliberately has employees leave things of importance to her in your office just to come and retrieve them to try and speak to you, though you were just so busy she'd never gotten a chance
pervyboss!beyoncé... who watches as you sit down to try to catch a glimpse of your cleavage, later making a rather inappropriate comment about the red lace bra underneath your blazer to her secretary
pervyboss!beyoncé... who tasks her employees to give you crazy work deadlines so she can watch you in your office as you work until the sun sets
pervyboss!beyoncé... who knows nothing but the man she married and how he manipulated her into marriage so expressing how she feels toward you is odd and very stalker-ish
pervyboss!beyoncé... who's husband does everything but treat her well so she's vowed to herself if you ever find your way to her that she will do anything for you
pervyboss!beyoncé... who's only ever seen you in passing and until recently never even spoke to you, who knows what she's wanted to do with you since she laid her eyes on you
pervyboss!beyoncé... who keeps a red rope in the top drawer by her desk, practicing on her secretary, who she's in a odd relationship with, imagining it's you, even going as far as calling the woman by your name
pervyboss!beyoncé... who has figured out which perfume you wear, bought it, and sprayed on sets of lingerie, holding them over her face, fingers deep within herself, cumming calling your name.
hey guys thank u so much for reading my first fic, i’m so happy u all liked it 💓 my requests r open so feel free to send em in! (i only write for beyoncé btw)
after weeks of being sexually pent up, beyoncé finds herself hiring a ‘professional sex worker’ recommended by her friend; who told her the girl was exactly her type. trusting her friend, she decides to go through with it blindly but what she never expected was for one of her students to be the girl she hired.
pairing / professor!beyoncé knowles x f!reader
warnings / age gap (R 23 / B 40). power imbalance. p w barely any plot. bottom!beyoncé. switch!reader. mommy kink. scissoring (yay!).
word count / 2.7K
note / first time writing a fic… nervous and scared… pls let me know if there are any mistakes, i’ll fix em!
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"Kelly, I don't know. I- I haven't done this before." She mumbled nervously to her friend as they both walked through what seemed like a never ending hotel corridor.
"There's a first time for everything, BB! You need to get laid and let me tell you this girl..." Her friend nudged her shoulder, a sly smirk on her lips. "Will be the best you ever had!"
The blonde sighed. "It feels weird. I should've just called Ci— Ah!" She yelped as her friend slapped her on the shoulder.
"What the fuck Kelly?!"
Her friend side eyed her, lips pursed in disapproval. "Now you know damn well you shouldn't be thinking about that."
"Anyways," she came to an abrupt halt at the end of the hallway. "Here we are," she pointed to the room behind her.
Room 404.
"Remember to not scare her off." Kelly patted her arm.
Beyoncé worried her lip between her teeth. "Are you sure? I'm not—"
"Oh for fucks sake. You want me to accompany you inside?" She groaned, throwing her hands in the air and then she opened the door for her.
"Please." she said dramatically, gesturing her inside.
She took a deep breath in and stepped in. Kelly closed the door with a goodluck! behind her and she turned around to lock it.
The corridor that extended into the bedroom felt intimidating and she had half a mind to open the door and bolt outside but she was sure Kelly would've dragged her back in.
As she walked into the room, she could hear water running inside the bathroom. So the girl was here already.
She did a quick once over around the room. The bed was neatly made, there were some candles on the table, explaining the vanilla scent floating around, there was another nightstand on the other side of the bed and bottle of water along with two cups on it.
She sat down on the bed, playing with her fingers nervously. The water had stopped running by now, her partner would be out any moment. She did a quick breathing exercise trying to calm her nerves. It's been a while since she slept with someone but it felt like forever since she did it with a total stranger.
How long was that ago? Back when she was in university probably. It was that long ago. She smiled as she remembered those days. Kelly and her got into some wild shit together. Funny how somethings haven't changed at all.
The door opened behind her. "Hi there," a sweet voice greeted her. She turned around and froze.
What the fuck.
"Professor Knowles?!"
"Y/N?!"
She shot up from the bed, covering her mouth in shock. "What are you doing here?" Her eyes darted around the room, trying to look at anywhere but you wrapped in just a towel in front of her.
"You're Kelly's friend?!" You stared at her wide eyed as if everything was connecting right in front of you.
Oh god.
She dropped her hands awkwardly to her sides. She should have listened to her instincts and canceled this. "Look, Y/N. I'm really sorry. Let's just forget this happened." She said, already inching backwards to the door.
"Wait," you said, walking closer to her. "Kelly told me about your... little problem," you whispered, a small smile tugging at your lips.
Her face paled. This was so humiliating. How was she supposed to go to work next week? Face you outside this room...
You quickly straightened your face noticing her unease. "Hey, I'm not gonna tell anybody."
She gave you shaky nod. "Me neither but I'm gonna go. This is so inappropriate. I'm sorry. I'll pay you for your time and—"
"Kelly paid already."
Dammit Kelly!
"Besides," you said, walking closer to her. "I can still help you, Professor." She cringed at the title. It felt odd hearing it outside her classroom especially in this context.
"That's not appropriate, Y/N." She whispered, finally finding the courage to look at you and she was suddenly aware of you in a way that she wasn't supposed to be.
Your skin was still wet from the shower and some of the droplets dripped down between yout breasts which were barely covered by the towel you had on.
"Kelly told you were very troubled, I can help with that." Your hand grabbed hers and she hated how she didn't pull away.
She ripped her gaze from you and looked at her hand in yours.
"Is this your job?" She asked, gulping nervously.
You laughed, hand still in hers. "Of course. I'm sure you're aware of how expensive my tuition is.”
That snapped her out of her daze. "Uh okay. But you don't have to do this. We shouldn't be doing this.”
"Nobody has to know." You countered, your hand now trailed up her arm, sending shivers in its wake. "Let me help, professor."
"Beyoncé. Call me Beyoncé." She said, her voice low and strained.
You smiled a bit taken aback but then repeated her name slowly. "Beyoncé, do you want me to help you?"
She closed her eyes.
It shouldn't feel good hearing her name like this.
But it's okay, right? No one will know.
And it’s been so long. Way too long.
Nobody will know.
"Yes."
"Come on," you led her back to the bed.
"How long have you been doing this for?" She asked.
"Long enough."
It was clear you didn't want to talk about it so she didn't push and instead focused on another question.
"Have you... with Kelly?"
You turned to face her with a raised brow. "Beyoncé are you afraid of the word sex?" You asked with a small laugh.
Her cheeks pinked. "No, I just. This is... strange and it's also my first time doing this and it's been a while and I—"
She stopped herself before she could ramble her sad sex life to you.
You watched her with an amused smile and sat down. "Come here," you patted the bed, gesturing her to sit next to you.
She did so awkwardly. Trying to avoid looking at you too much.
"It's okay if this is your first time with an escort. And to answer your previous question, Yes. Kelly and I have had sex a few times. Does that bother you?"
"No," she gasped. It sort of did but she wasn't going to unpack that right now.
"Good." You said. "We can take it at your pace, okay? Now, how do you want me?"
She frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"
You huffed a laugh. "Is there anything specific you're into? A kink? A position?"
Her face heated up at your words. "Uh. I don't think so." She whispered, looking down at her lap. It was embarrassing as is but to have this type of conversation with her student? She knew the regret will hit like her truck once she steps outside.
You hummed. "Well are you a top or a bottom then?"
That was easy.
"Bottom." She answered, a bit more confidently this time.
"Ok. I can work with that," you said before fully turning your body to face her.
"Let's start this slow, okay? I'll get you comfortable and if you aren't, you can always tell."
Her heart was thumping against her chest. She gave you a nod, but you tutted. "I need to hear you Beyoncé."
That sent a shiver down her spine. "Ok." She whispered, closing her eyes. "I'm okay."
You cupped her cheek and gave her a quick peck.
"Good." And then leaned in for a real kiss.
Her lips pressed against yours slowly. She could taste the faint cherry on them. Her hands wrapped around your waist pulling you closer.
You gave her a satisfied hum at that and then placed one hand around the back of her neck while the other curled into her hair, scratching her scalp gently.
It's been so long since she had even kissed like this and you were a great kisser. Beyoncé found herself deepening the kiss, and moaned when you gave her bottom lips a gentle bite before entering her mouth.
You pushed her on the bed and got on top straddling her still not breaking the kiss.
This was slow? Her head felt dizzy already. As if you read her mind, you pulled away.
Your eyes were low and clouded. "You're a good kisser," you whispered, your hands now resting on her stomach.
"Thanks, you too." She whispered, breathless.
You smiled and leaned down to pepper kisses along her jaw line. "Is it okay if I leave marks?" You asked, glancing up at her briefly.
"Only where people can't see." Her hands coming resting on top of your shoulder. You smiled at her answer before continuing your kisses all the way down to her neck.
Your fingers grabbed the edge of her shirt and pulled it off. She sat up to take it off and tossed it to the side of her bed. Your eyes fell down to her bra clad chest and grinned. "Red? Did you dress up for me?"
She whimpered. "Yes."
You caught her lips in a short kiss. "It's sexy. Are you wearing a matching set?"
She nodded.
You gave her a light smack on her thigh. "Words."
"Yes, yes I am." Her voice barely above a whisper.
Her eyes dropped to the towel wrapped around your body and held it gingerly with her fingers.
"Want to take mine off?"
"Yes."
"Take it off then."
With one tug, the towel opened revealing your nude body underneath. She placed a hand on your bare stomach and you gasped at her cold touch.
She cupped one of your breast and looked up at you. "Can I?" She asked, eyes wide and voice needy.
"Can you what?" You mocked.
She huffed, resting her cheek against your chest.
"I want to suck them." Her finger traced your areola.
"Go ahead, baby." You whispered.
The pet name made her feel warm and giddy inside, and she wasted no time in enveloping your nipple inside her hot mouth.
You threw your head back with a loud moan, hands fisting the back of her hair. Her hand grabbed your other breast, rolling and pinching your nipple between her fingers.
She kissed your breast and began alternating between them. Carefully assessing your reaction to her moves. She wanted to make you feel good too.
You bit your lip as she kissed your throat before trailing open mouthed kisses down your chest.
You grabbed her face and pulled her into a messy kiss. Her hands took your robe off your body, leaving you completely bare to her.
You pulled away with a sly smile. "That's not fair," you whispered. "You gotta take yours off too."
She reached behind to unclasp her bra while you tugged at the loose pants she wore. She lifted her hips to help you remove it and you hissed at the sight of her matching red thong.
"So fucking pretty and so wet."
You looked at her and then pressed a finger on the damp spot between her thighs. She whined and bucked her hips.
"How long has it been?" You asked, eyes trained on her face like a hawk.
"A- A while." She confessed, face flushed with need.
"Why?" Your finger was circling her clit through the wet fabric now.
She whimpered and bit her lip. "Because I had work." Her words came out in short gasps. She was too sensitive.
You bit your lip and hummed. "Poor baby."
She whined as you drew your finger back.
"Be patient."
You hooked your fingers to side of her panties before pulling them down in one go and tossed it to the floor. "Lay back and spread wide."
She practically jumped to obey your order. Quickly shuffling herself back against the headboard and spreading her legs for you.
"Such a pretty pussy," you murmured making her duck her head shyly.
You started with pressing small kisses against her inner thighs, teasing her with a playful glint in your eyes.
She pressed her thighs against the sides of your face. "Don't make me wait, please." She pleaded, eyes practically tearing up the longer you went without giving her attention where she needed the most.
You mumbled something she didn't catch but it sounded disapproving.
Her hands flew to your hair when you gave her pussy a long lick. "Oh yes!" She practically screamed.
You moaned at the taste before diving in, vacuuming her clit into your mouth. It wasn't soon before Beyoncé was reduced to tears and moans.
Her nails dug into your scalp as you slipped your tongue inside her and thumbed at her clit. She clenched her eyes shut as you circled over it rhythmically while your mouth worked her up slowly.
“You taste so good, mommy,” you mumbled, giving her pussy a long lick before diving right back in with much more enthusiasm.
She let out something a mix between a gasp and a moan. The word sending jolts right down to her core.
Her thighs had begun to shake and she could feel the coil inside her stomach tightening by the seconds.
"Y/N!" She cried out, "I-I'm gonna cum!" Her eyes squeezed shut and tried her best to thrust her hips against your face.
"Give it to me." You moaned against and the vibration she felt pushed her over the edge. Her back arched and she fisted the sheets.
You continued your ministrations against her cunt. “Wait,” she gasped shakily, her hand weakly tried to push your head away from between her legs. “It hurts,” she whimpered.
You raised your head with a satisfied grin. “You came so much,” you laughed when her face flushed.
“Come taste yourself mommy,” you lifted her head with a finger under her chin.
That word again. It made her body warm all over.
She found herself obeying quickly, her heart still thumping against her chest. Her body buzzed as your lips met hers again.
You shifted between her legs. “Ever done this before?” You asked, voice low as you broke off the kiss and grabbed one of her leg and put it over yours.
She moaned as you slid your pussy against hers, hands quickly grabbing your shoulder. Her legs felt weak with the sensation. You bit your lip as your clit rubbed against her.
“Fuck,” you dragged the word, eyes closing as you slowly started grinding against her. She closed her eyes at the lewd sounds coming from between her legs. You opened your eyes, giving her a lazy smile.
“Feel so good, mommy. Yo- uh fuck.” Your hips picked up the pace, face twisting in pleasure.
Beyoncé moaned throwing her head back. “Yes, yes,” her own hips snapped against yours.
“Making mommy feel so good honey,” she rasped. Her eyes watered as she got closer and closer to her climax and she could see you were close through.
“I’m so close, Bey,” you groaned, fingers digging into the mattress.
“Give it to me,” she gasped. “Please baby,” her thighs were shaking against yours.
Your eyes shut as your orgasm came crashing down on you. A string of yes! and curses streamed out of your mouth as you rode her high with her.
She came moments after you, her back arching off the bed. Your chest heaved and sweat dripped down your forehead. “So good, baby,” you praised, watching her catch her breath.
She fell back on the bed gracelessly, legs still tangled between yours. “You wore me out,” she whispered with a light giggle. It felt so good to have an orgasm after being without one for so long. She could feel her eyes drooping already.
You removed yourself from between her legs and laid next to her. “We’re just starting,” you teased, tossing a hand over her waist.
“Next time,” she found herself saying. Her eyes met yours and she could see the surprise on your face. “Will there be a next time?”
She nodded, a shy smile forming on her face.
“Yeah. I- I mean if you want too,” she glanced away from your face, suddenly feeling embarrassed again. What if you didn’t want to have her again?
You grinned and scooted closer to her. “Of course I do! I’ll flip you inside out.”
She laughed loudly. “Oh I’m sure you will.” And before she could think too much about it, she leaned and pressed her lips against yours for a quick kiss.
“I think we should wash up,” she whispered, pulling away.
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