i heard ya’ eat p*ssy too and i’m feelin’ that!
(beyonce g!p x black!fem!you x black!fem!liyah)
(18+.) you and liyah were tangled up in each other on the dance floor at after dark, moving like the music had hold of both of y’all.
the bass rattled through the floor beneath your heels while your bodies stayed pressed together, hips rocking in perfect rhythm. her hands settled low on your waist, fingers digging into the soft curve of your hips every time the beat in “the hills” by abel dropped.
your lips found hers like second nature.
what started as a slow kiss turned hungry in seconds, mouths parting as the crowd melted into nothing but blurred shapes and moving shadows. her tongue slipped against yours, tasting like sweet liquor with that familiar hint of mint she always chewed.
your hand drifted beneath the back of her dress, fingertips grazing warm skin until you caught her bottom lip between your teeth.
the quiet sound she let out curled low in your stomach.
the two of you had spent months pretending none of this meant anything.
just friends… yeah! just friends but friends didn’t kiss like this. they didn’t grind together until neither of them could think straight. they definitely didn’t look at each other the way y’all did every single time the other walked into a room.
across the vip section, beyoncé hadn’t missed a second of it. she was lounged in the booth, one arm stretched across the back of the seat and manspreading.
her eyes stayed locked on the two of you taking in every kiss, every slow roll of your hips.
the sight alone had her shifting in her seat.
she adjusted herself once beneath the table, jaw tightening for the briefest second before settling back. there wasn’t much room left in her pants anymore and she knew it. every time one of y’all bent a little lower or kissed a little deeper, it only made the pressure worse.
next to her, solange was several drinks past tipsy!
she leaned against the booth with a lazy grin, nearly spilling the tequila in her glass before laughing at herself.
“lord have mercy…! am i drunk or is everybody in this damn club horny?” she snorted, blinking toward the dance floor.
beyoncé didn’t answer & solange followed her line of sight and gasped dramatically.
“ohhhhh so it’s them!” she looked back at her sister then back at the dance floor. “they ain’t even trying to hide it.” she laughed so hard she had to grab the table to steady herself.
“look at ’em. they kissing like the club finna close in thirty seconds.”
bey’s lips curled into the smallest smile.
“they keep looking over here too. i seen it. don’t tell me i ain’t seen it because i definitely seen ittt”
“you’ve been counting?” bey asked.
“girl… i done caught ’em staring at you at least… six… no maybe fourteen times” solange said lowering her voice like she was sharing a secret she immediately forgot was supposed to stay quiet.
beyoncé let out a quiet laugh. “math ain’t never been your thang.”
“math can kiss my black ass!”
another burst of laughter escaped her before she leaned back into the booth with a satisfied sigh. the entire exchange should’ve been enough to distract beyoncé.
her attention drifted right back to the dance floor.
she watched liyah’s hand slide lower until it settled against your ass. watched your head tip back when liyah’s mouth brushed along your neck. watched the way both of y’all looked over again, catching her eyes through the shifting crowd.
she shifted again, spreading her legs another inch beneath the table. she was hard now.
the thick outline pressed heavily against the front of her pants, twitching once beneath the fabric when you met her stare instead of looking away.
you felt it too & every time the crowd parted, those hazel eyes were already waiting.
“she been watching us all night,” she murmured against your lips.
“and we’ve been watching her.”
there was something dangerous about the way beyoncé carried herself. she looked completely relaxed, sitting back with expensive gold catching the glow while everybody else in vip talked around her like she already knew exactly how the night was ending.
the fact that she was packing only made the thought worse. you and liyah had joked about it more than once. what it’d be like if both of y’all ended up in her lap… liyah interrupted your train of thought and intertwined her fingers with yours.
you followed her through the crowd, refusing to let go of her hand. julius stepped forward the second y’all reached the rope but bey lifted two fingers without taking her eyes off either of you & he stepped aside immediately.
solange looked up and burst into another grin.
“well damn look who done wandered over” she laughed out.
beyoncé stayed exactly where she was, she let her gaze travel from your faces down to your joined hands before looking back up.
“y’all been putting on one hell of a show.”liyah smiled. “couldn’t help ourselves.”
“mm, looked like y’all kept getting distracted.” beyoncé tilted her head.
“by me?” you nodded. “yeah.”
the smile on bey’s face deepened. “come hea” she patted both thighs. “both of y’all.”
neither of you needed to be told twice, you settled onto one thigh while liyah claimed the other, both of you straddling her comfortably until your knees brushed together.
the second y’all sat down, bey’s hands claimed your hips.
they were large, warm and steady. did i mention large?
her fingers spread wide enough to nearly wrap around both of y’all completely. when liyah shifted closer, something firm nudged against the inside of your leg.
your breath caught because damn! she was big and it wasn’t subtle anymore.
the thick shape beneath her pants strained heavily against the fabric, impossible to ignore now that the three of you were pressed together. another slow adjustment from either of you earned the faintest twitch beneath your legs.
solange covered her mouth. “b you ain’t slick!”
beyoncé finally looked over.
solange pointed toward her lap with both hands.
“you think don’t nobody see that?”
beyoncé only smirked before looking back at the two of you.
you answered first then liyah followed.
beyoncé repeated both names slowly, letting them settle on her tongue like she planned on remembering them.
her thumbs stroked slow circles against your hips.
“and y’all still gonna tell me you’re just friends?”
liyah leaned in until only a breath separated their mouths. “friends do plenty.”
“not like that.” bey responded.
“depends on the friends.” that answer made something flash behind bey’s eyes. you smiled to yourself before slowly rocking your hips once against her lap. liyah mirrored the movement on the opposite side.
beneath both of you, the heavy outline twitched again.
“y’all know what yall doin.”
solange clapped once from the corner of the booth.
“ooh, i like these two.” she pointed lazily between the three of you. “don’t ask me why, i just do” then she leaned back, lifted her glass toward julius across the room and shouted way louder than necessary, “julius!”
“don’t come save nobody unless somebody yell ‘help’!” without missing a beat, julius gave her a tired thumbs up and solange nodded proudly.
bey let out a quiet hum, the corners of her mouth curling into a grin.
“oh… i’m gone have fun with y’all.” she murmured, glancing between the two of you.
a slow smile spread across her face as her attention lingered on each of you for a second longer.
“hold on lemme go get another drink before whatever this is starts.” solo exclaimed.
she pushed herself up from the booth, wobbling just enough to catch herself on the edge of the table before bursting into laughter.
“matter fact i need two!” she waved a hand toward the bar.
without waiting for anybody to answer, she wandered off through the vip section, humming to herself as she disappeared into the crowd.
bey shook her head with a quiet chuckle before turning her attention right back to y’all.
“she ain’t got no business drinking no more.”
the way she looked at y’all made it hard to think. every time one of y’all shifted against her, the smile on her face only grew.
“y’all know exactly what y’all doing to me.”
“wasn’t planning on it.” you smiled, unable to help yourself.
for a few more minutes, the three of you stayed tucked away in the booth, talking, laughing, stealing lingering glances whenever the music swallowed the conversation around you.
eventually, bey gave each of your legs a gentle pat.
“aight cmon let’s get outta here.” as you and liyah stepped around her, she gave each of y’all a quick smack on the ass at the exact same time.
the sound made both of you jump, liyah whipped around with a laugh. “seriously?”
bey only shrugged, looking entirely too pleased with herself.
there wasn’t much of an argument to make.
julius was already waiting with the path cleared toward the exit. right on cue, solange came weaving back through the crowd, now balancing another drink in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.
she held them both up proudly.
“see? growth!!!!!!”” she announced.
bey raised an eyebrow. “which one you drinking first?” solange looked down at both hands for a long second. “…don’t fucking rush me.”
the answer made everybody laugh & the five of y’all headed outside, where the car waited at the curb.
solange climbed in first, settling against the door with another satisfied sigh while still mumbling under her breath about how fine both of you looked.
bey slid into the middle seat with you on one side and liyah on the other.
the ride started quiet but every glance and smile carried the same charged energy from inside the club.
after a while, the suv slowed in front of a quiet house by then, solange’s words had melted into sleepy mumbles.
bey helped her out with julius beside her, making sure she got safely inside before heading back to the waiting vehicle.
once the door shut behind her sister, bey climbed back into the suv.
“she good now it’s just us.” she said, settling into the seat with an amused shake of her head.
julius stayed up front while the rest of the drive passed beneath the glow of the streetlights.
by the time the suv rolled to a stop outside bey’s house, the conversation had faded into comfortable silence.
julius stepped out first, giving the property a quick once over before opening the door.
the three of y’all followed bey inside while he remained near the entrance.
the front door clicked shut behind you, the rest of the house was quiet.
bey didn’t waste time. she backed both of you toward the wide couch, mouth already on yours then switching to liyah hands roaming everywhere.
clothes came off in pieces.
your dress hit the floor while liyah’s followed. bey’s shirt got pulled over her head, pants shoved down.
you both stared because it was bigger up close, veins standing out along the shaft, balls full and heavy underneath.
bey sat back on the couch and pulled you into her lap first facing her. her dick rubbed up against your wet folds while she kissed you pushing her tongue past your lips, tasting every bit of you.
liyah climbed up next to you, straddling one of bey’s legs and leaning in to kiss you from the side.
the three of you stayed like that for a minute, mouths trading, hands roaming over bare skin, fingers dipping into slick heat.
bey lifted you just enough to line herself up.
the thick head pushed against your entrance and she lowered you slowly. the stretch burned in the best way, bey’s dick forced your pussy open inch by inch until your ass met her lap and she was buried all the way inside.
you moaned into liyah’s mouth, feeling every ridge and vein.
“fuck you tight as hell mama” bey muttered against your mouth.
she started moving you on her dick, hands gripping your hips, lifting and dropping you in steady strokes. every time you came down the head hit deeper, stretching you wide around her. liyah stayed close, kissing you while one of her hands played with your clit.
bey’s mouth found liyah’s neck then lower, sucking marks into her skin and leaving her wetter then bey shifted. she leaned back more and pulled liyah up higher on her chest so liyah’s pussy sat right over her mouth.
at the same time she kept fucking up into you, slamming into you. her tongue dragged through liyah’s folds, licking up every drop while you rode her.
the sight alone almost made you cum again.
liyah’s hands braced on the back of the couch, hips rolling against bey’s face, soft curses spilling out every time bey sucked on her clit and pushed her tongue inside.
you bounced harder watching liyah’s face twist while she got eaten out. bey’s hands stayed busy, one holding your hip, the other gripping liyah’s ass to keep her in place.
the wet sounds filled the room, pussy juices dripping down bey’s chin and coating your own thighs. you leaned forward and kissed liyah deep while you kept grinding down.
bey’s tongue pushed inside liyah at the same time her dick slammed up into you.
the double sensation had both of you shaking.
liyah came first, legs clamping around bey’s head, crying out into your mouth as her pussy pulsed on bey’s tongue. you followed right after, clenching hard around beyonce, body jerking while bey kept thrusting up through it, fucking you through every wave.
she licked liyah clean then switched. she lifted you off her dick with a wet sound and laid both of you down on the couch. she stacked you on top of each other, you on the bottom & liyah on top of you face to face.
your tits pressed together, nipples hard and dragging. your mouths found each other again.
bey spread both your legs from behind. she pushed back into you first while her tongue found liyah’s pussy. every thrust into you made your body rock up against liyah.
every time bey’s tongue pushed into liyah it made her grind down on you, smearing her wetness all over your skin. the three of you moved together, pussies dripping, dick sliding in and out with filthy sounds.
she switched again after a while. pulled out of you and slid into liyah instead, fucking her while her mouth dropped to your clit. her tongue was so big and fast! she licked you up in long strokes while her hips snapped against liyah’s ass.
you could feel every thrust through liyah’s body. you kissed liyah through it, swallowing her moans, hands gripping her back as bey’s dick stretched her open.
bey kept alternating. fucking one, eating the other then both at once when she could. at one point she had you both on your knees on the couch, asses up and she took turns sliding her dick into each of you from behind while the other got her fingers.
you lost track of how many times y’all came. every orgasm bled into the next because bey’s stamina was ridiculous.
she kept going, switching positions whenever she felt like it, her dick never softening.
she pulled both of you off the couch eventually and laid you out on the thick rug. you on your back. liyah on top of you agai but facing the other way this time, so her pussy was over your mouth and yours was under hers.
bey knelt behind and pushed into liyah first while you licked her from below, tongue pushing into her folds and tasting every bit of her then she pulled out and pushed into you instead, fucking you while liyah rode your face, grinding her wet pussy down on your mouth.
the taste of liyah mixed with the feel of bey’s dick.
“look at y’all. both these pussies just swallowing my dick, can’t get enough of it?”
she came for the first time buried deep in you her hips stuttering, cum pumping inside while she groaned loud, filling you until it leaked out. she didn’t pull out right away. just stayed there pulsing while her fingers worked liyah’s clit until liyah came on your tongue soaking your face then she switched the order.
pulli bc out slow, cum leaking down your legs and pushed into liyah instead. she fucked her through another orgasm while you kept licking, tasting both of them mixed together, cum and pussy coating your tongue.
when she came the second time it was inside liyah, filling her up the same way, dick throbbing deep as she unloaded.
even after that she wasn’t done. she sat back against the couch and had both of you on your knees in front of her, taking turns sucking her clean. your mouths traded off, tongues sliding over the dick, tasting the mix of both your pussies and her cum, licking under the head and sucking everything you could.
timeskippppp…. cus i felt like it was getting too long. idk. dont beat me up lol
she made y’all cum on her tongue one more time each before she finally started slowing down, by then the three of you were a mess of sweat and cum.
bey’s dick stayed half hard even after the last round still twitching.
she pulled both of you down onto the couch with her bodies tangled.
one of her arms wrapped around you, the other around liyah. her mouth found the side of your neck then liyah’s.
julius stayed somewhere deeper in the house, quiet and out of sight.
liyah spoke first, voice soft against bey’s neck. “we still just friends after that?”
bey’s chest rumbled under both of you. “y’all can call it whatever y’all want but y’all ain’t leaving this house until i’m done with both these pussies again.”
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