about me/my blog ┈➤ you can call me so' or soul' (after my username). my target audience is queer black women so all of my fanfics are written for them. i get writers block a lot so you'll probably see a lot of inconsistency in my posting. sometimes i make posts that aren't fanfics, usually about the artists i listen to or things in the black and/or queer community. i might make a separate blog for that in the future but for now, they're one. also, i might change my layout a few times throughout the year.
p.s. if you're a new writer and you need advice or tips, do not be afraid to dm me!
my hobbies ┈➤ writing, cooking & baking, being the kuntiest bitch on the planet, painting/drawing, being a music enthusiast, playing video games, binge-watching movies & shows
artists i listen to ┈➤ beyoncé, solange, kwn, doja cat, kehlani, destin conrad, megan thee stallion, monaleo, ken carson, faye webster, outkast, the internet, kendrick lamar, ect.
request status ┈➤ open 😋 be specific!
disclaimer: i do not use nor condone the use of ai in my writing. the only reason why i'm putting this here is because i tend to use em dashes and i know that's something ai does. this is organic horniness, okay? i don't condone the reuse/copying of my writing.
"have you seen her? 5'9, thick and fine, what a tragedy"
word count: 1583.
cw (content warning): drunk sex, tribbing, praise kink, choking, cowboy!bey, blackfem!reader, top!bey, bottom!reader
synopsis: you're a bounty hunter/assassin & bey's an outlaw/tyrant on the run. (think western cowboy movie)
songs that inspired this: tyrant - beyoncé & tai chi - sasha keable
a/n: this one was less sex and more story but 🤷🏽♀️. i'm writing more kwn fics soon (her album gave me some inspo). speaking of albums, where tf is this lady at wit hers?
enjoy. 💋
after 4 weeks of tracking, you finally made it. you found her. beyoncé. the woman everyone's been looking for. you were riding through when you spotted her horse, a white stallion with a floral braided mane sitting outside a tavern with a few other horses.
you got off your own, giving him a pat before heading inside. you spotted her almost instantly. she had platinum blonde hair cascading down her back, a leather cowboy hat sitting atop her head and a revolver on her waist.
you sat down next to her at the bar and asked the bartender for a drink. "whiskey, neat." you glanced over in her direction before the bartender slid you your drink. you took a sip "you're a long way from home, cowgirl."
she had a cigar between her lips that she took a pull from at your words, setting it in the ashtray.
"what do you want?"
"same thing everybody wants when they see you. that $10000 bounty on your head." you took another sip. "what makes you think you gon' get it?" she asked.
"do you know who i am?" you asked.
"i've heard stories. doesn't matter, you'll die the same way the others did."
"you kill me, you gon' have to deal with them." you said, referring to the loud men in the tavern, most likely armed as well. "i'm not goin' with you so you just gon' have to kill me" she said, taking another pull from her cigar.
"..she's a real nice lady, i'd hate to have to pay her a not-so-nice visit." your words made her look at you in confusion, a brow raised.
"celestine. went to visit her a few weeks ago. made me coffee, gave me a slice of apple pie. you're lucky to have a mama like her."
you could feel her demeanor change at the mention of her mother. the tension was palpable.
"you talked to my mother?" she asked, her tone colder now. beyoncé hadn't seen her mother in a long time, even longer now that she's on the run.
"i did. and i could do a whole lot more."
"you threaten my mother, you die."
you ordered another drink. "just come with me and that won't be an issue. my crew has been protecting her, but that can change."
you made eye contact for a moment, it seemed like she was trying to figure out if you were bluffing or not. "what do you get out of protecting my mama?" you had one word for her.
"leverage and apple pie." she nodded slowly, taking your whiskey for herself. "so you're using my mother as a bargaining chip to get me?" you ordered a different drink this time, gin.
"mmhm. oldest trick in the book. but it works, doesn't it?"
she let out a laugh, shaking her head. "clever bitch" she said as she took a sip of whiskey. "how is she?"
your gin came. "she's doing good. can't imagine how hard it was raising 2 girls after your husband dies." your mention of her little sister made her mask slip a bit.
"is solange okay?" she asked. "don't know. i think she moved away. your mother didn't mention her and she wasn't there when i went." beyoncé glanced around the room as she took another sip. "can't say i blame her." she looked down at her tumbler, staring at the amber liquid before looking at you. "so i come with you & my mama stays safe?"
"yes'm. i promise you no harm will come to her. you have my word."
she let out a sigh through her nose. "what about me?"
"i take you back to houston, i turn you in, i get my reward, and you spend the rest of your life in prison" you said, bluntly. bey nodded, seemingly accepting of her fate.
"i'll come with you. but can i get a few more drinks first?"
you felt bad saying no to a woman who wanted to spend her last hours free drinking. "fine" you said as she downed the rest of her whiskey, calling the bartender over to order something stronger.
as beyoncé drank, she looked like she was deep in thought. she was giving up the one thing a woman in this society craves—her freedom. but she was protecting her mother, and that was worth more than any money she had.
you both ordered a few more drinks, and the liquor was starting to get to both of you, your professional, tough demeanors falling by the wayside & making you both more social. after a moment of silence, you speak up.
"do you ever get lonely?" the liquid was encouraging you in all the wrong ways. bey stopped mid sip. "what do you mean?"
"i mean.. i kill, and rob, and hunt, and do all of this shit, but what's it for? i go home to no one, i speak to no one, i have no one. it's just me and it's.. lonely as hell." your words slurred a bit.
"you don't..have to be lonely." she took a sip of her drink.
you downed the rest of yours. "what do you mean?"
"i'm lonely, too. i ain't got nobody. my mama got my sister, but i have no one. just me and my horse and running. i'm tired of bein' by myself."
she paused for a moment, thinking. "come with me."
"what?"
"i know somewhere we can go where no one will find us. me and you."
"we can't. i'm a bounty hunter. my job is to bring you in and i-" your words were cut short by bey's lips crashing against yours. her lips were so soft. your hand came up to cup her face. no one in the tavern noticed you, engrossed in their own conversations.
you pulled back. "i can't."
"if you have to think about this, the answer isn't no." you went silent for a moment, contemplating. her proposition was tempting. she was tempting. it was hard living in the south as an independent black woman, and to be free of that burden would be a dream. and you said it yourself, you had no one.
"you comin'?" beyoncé asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.
you nodded and pulled some money out to pay for your drinks. bey grabbed your hand, leading you out of the noisy tavern. before you knew it, she pulled you into a nearby alley, kissing you passionately, your back against the bricks. you made out for a few minutes and it was getting sloppier by the second.
you spotted an inn not far from the tavern. you pulled back, "look" you said, pointing out the inn. once she saw it, she wasted no time bringing you back to your horses. you hopped onto your stallions and rode towards the inn.
it was a white, 2-story building with a big porch. you tied your horses to hitching posts and went inside. a pale young woman was behind the counter, looking bored as ever. "hello, are you runnin' this place?" bey asked.
"no ma'am, my daddy does. him and my mama gone for the night. what can i do ya for?"
"how much for one night?"
"a dollar" the young woman said.
you reached into your pocket before bey stopped you "i got it." she said as she slid the bill to her. the young woman handed you some keys. "enjoy your stay."
you both headed up the staircase to your room. it was big enough. it had what you needed—a bed & candlelight. your back was pressed against the door just as fast as you got it open. you kissed as you hastily took each other's clothes off.
you walked bey towards the bed, pushing her down. you got on top, kissing her again, your hands exploring each other's bodies.
suddenly, she lifted one of your legs over hers, other leg under, your pussies touching. you began rocking your hips back and forth, earning a curse from bey.
"fuck.." her hands gripped your hips, guiding as you grind your pussies together "oh shit" you moaned.
each rock had you both moaning and cursing. her hand found your throat, squeezing slightly.
"just like that, pretty girl. you doin' so good for me.. fuck."
you leaned down to kiss bey, her tongue slipping into your mouth. her other hand gripped and smacked your ass.
you broke the kiss when the rocking hit a specific spot. "unghh!"
your rocking got more frantic just as bey's hands gripped your hip and ass tighter. she was beautiful, even more so when she was under you. the friction was electric and intense as you ground your hips together.
"goddamn.." the breathy sound came, your head thrown back.
beyoncé bucked her hips harder, chasing the high. "mhm, fuck.. don't stop" she begged.
"oh my god, shiiit.." you felt the heaviness in your gut increase. your breath catches as it comes in shallow, ragged gasps. both of your hips grind down, seeking more pressure, more friction.
your back arches, your mouth falling open as the build up comes to a crash. you collapse next to bey, the two of you panting.
you stare at the dimly lit ceiling for a moment, processing what just happened. somehow, both of you make your way under the covers, your head on beyoncé's chest.
"i can't believe we just did that" you spoke. "do you regret it?" bey asked.
word count: 831.
cw (content warning): pussy eating, blkfem!reader, bottom!reader, top!kwn
synopsis: you visit k while she's in the studio.
songs that inspired this: come see me - jill scott
a/n: i hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it 🫦
enjoy. 💋
you just got home after a long day of running errands, a nando's bag in one hand, your phone in the other. you heard music coming from the basement, where k's studio was.
"no way she's been in there this whole time," you thought.
you set your phone on the kitchen island before making your way downstairs to k. sure enough, there she was. she always looked so sexy when she was focused, whether is was in the gym or here, in the studio.
"baby," you called out, making k snap out of her hyper-focused trance. she turned around in her chair. "hi" she said as you walked over to give her a kiss and set the bag down on the desk. "i got you nando's." you took a seat on the desk.
"thank you."
"you've been down here the entire time i've been gone?" you asked.
"how long have you been gone?"
"at least a few hours." you folded your arms casually.
"damn. time flies when you’re working hard, innit?"
"i know that's right. what've you been working on?"
k turns her attention to her laptop. "i finished a few songs. i just made a new one, it's called 'rodeo.' you wanna hear it?" she asked. "hell yeah, i wanna hear it." you said.
she pressed the space bar and the song started playing.
you were silently vibing along when a particular lyric caught your attention. "i got one hand goin' south, and the other in your mouth, oh babe." it brought you back to a specific night out you and k had at the club. that was the night that you had sex in the car for the first time. the driver probably heard, but you didn’t care at the time.
soon, the song ended. "i'm still working on it, it's missing something. what do you think?" k got up to grab a water from the mini fridge.
"i like it. i noticed you've been in the studio a little more often lately" you said as she took a sip of her water, putting the cap back on. "yeah well, i've had a lot of inspiration lately." that made you smirk. "have you?" she set her water down to stand in between your legs "mmhm" she hummed, kissing you. you made out for a bit before k moved down to your neck, kissing all over.
you held her head as she did so, a smile plastered on your face. "baby, you need to eat." she didn't let up "i got all the food i need right here."
k started licking your neck, making you moan softly "mhm," tucking your bottom lip behind your teeth. her hands moved from either side of your thighs to the waistband of your shorts. she pulled back to pull them down along with your panties, getting on her knees.
she licked and sucked on your pussy, your legs on her shoulders. "mhm, shit.." you moaned.
you bit your lip as k ate you out. "fuck.."
your fingers were tangled in her hair as she licked your clit, your other hand gripping the edge of the desk. her fingered entered you, moving in sync with her tongue. it seemed like every time you tried to breathe, it came out as a moan.
k was persistent. "oh my god..mmmm!" you moaned.
with the way she felt, you could stay like this for hours.
k was enjoying herself just as much as you were. she loved the way you tasted, the way you felt around her fingers, the way your body reacted to her touch, the sounds you made for her. there was nothing more that she wanted in this moment other than to please you.
you started bucking your hips up to meet her mouth, eager to feel as much of her as you could.
k brought her hand up to wrap around your throat, your hand coming up to loosely wrap around her wrist. "oh fuck, baby...right there." every touch had you feening for more.
"mhm, don't stop" you barely got out, a breathy moan following.
each lick sent electric pulses to every nerve in your body. the tension coiled tighter, a knot in your lower abdomen pulling taut, your breath coming in ragged, rushed gasps.
your heart pounded in your chest as you let out filthy moan after filthy moan.
your walls clench around k's fingers as you cum, your entire body beaming with pleasure.
as the bliss subsided, she pulled back, getting to her feet & wiping her mouth.
you caught your breath, hopping off the desk to pull your shorts and panties back up. “will you eat now?” you asked.
“i dunno man, my dessert was pretty filling.” her words made you throw your head back and let out a groan of irritation, rolling your eyes. “i’m so sick o’ you” you said, earning a chuckle from k. "let's go eat" she said, grabbing the bag of food that was now cold.
word count: 936.
cw (content warning): pussy eating, praise kink, blkfem!reader, older!reader, switch!reader, switch!kwn.
synopsis: you're a ceo for a fashion magazine company & k is your assistant. (y'all be fuckin on the low)
songs that inspired this: overtime - bryson tiller & jam - kevin gates
enjoy. 💋
"ms. y/l/n wants to see you in her office" one of k's colleagues said before walking past her office doorway. she'd called in sick last week even though she wasn’t actually sick. she just wanted some time for herself.
she let out a deep breath before heading to your office. she was a little nervous to see you after one week. she didn’t know how you'd react to her absence even though you'd been seeing each other for 3 months.
before k knew it, she was at your office door. she knocked before opening it to see you looking busy as ever, typing away on your desktop.
"come in, close my blinds." you haven’t even looked up at her yet.
"are you upset with me about something?" k asked as she closed your blinds.
"no, i just wish that you would’ve let me know before you called out, but it's fine." k sat down in one of the chairs that were in front of your desk "is it?" she said, making you pause your typing to give her a "stop questioning me" look. "if it wasn’t, you wouldn’t have a job."
"so you missed me?" k asked, a smirk creeping up on her face.
you paused your typing again to fully look at her. "don't get cocky, nie." k was looking to test the waters a little today. "so if you didn’t miss me, why'd you call me in here because you haven’t asked me to do anything yet?"
you sighed, ceasing your typing altogether. you turned forward, interlocking your fingers on your wooden desk. "okay, maybe i missed you a little." k's smirk made you glare at her. "wipe that smirk off your face." k's smirk only grew.
"i can't, the feeling of victory is too good."
you rolled your eyes at k, sighing once more "you are so childish" you said, earning a chuckle from her.
she got up and walked over to behind your desk, turning your chair in her direction, her hands on both armrests.
"thank you for letting me have some time off" k said, kissing you. the kiss made you melt a little "i didn’t really have a choice, but you’re welcome" she kissed you again, making you smile.
"is that a smile? i think that's a smile."
that made your smile widen "get out of my office" you said jokingly. "you've been so patient waiting for me to come back," k spoke "so patient that i think you deserve a reward for it." she pushed your right leg off your left one, uncrossing them.
"i can’t say i disagree with you."
k dropped to her knees and pulled your panties down from under your skirt. she wasted no time diving in, licking up your juices.
"fuck." you threw your head back against the office chair, gripping the armrests. you let out soft moans as k ate you out until you heard a knock at your door. "shit" you said as k stopped to crawl under your desk. you faced forward, making sure you didn’t look disheveled before answering "come in." it was your creative director, kash.
"hey, ms. y/l/n. i just wanted to run these new covers that i just got back from editing by you. are you free?" k had resumed what she started so you barely comprehended what kash had said "uhh, yea-yes, show me."
as kash showed you the various magazine covers and started to go in depth about them, the only thing you could concentrate on was the feeling of k's tongue on your pussy. your hand was on the back of her head under the desk as she ate you out.
"so what do you think?" kash asked.
you hadn’t heard a single thing that came out of that woman's mouth. "huh? oh, i-i like them all." it was taking everything in you to keep your composure.
kash lit up "really? well, i'm sure the rest of the creative team will be thrilled to hear about that." she stood up to leave "well, i'm gonna get out of your hair, i'm sure you’re very busy."
"mmhm.." k had you about to roll your eyes back. you were fighting the urge to furrow your brows and moan.
kash stopped at the door. "have you seen k around? i need to ask her about something."
"um, no but i'm sure-" k started sucking your clit, making your breath catch in your throat. "..i'm sure she’s around the office somewhere. lock my door on your way out, please."
once kash left, you let out a moan "shit, that was close."
k wasn’t letting up on you. she clearly missed you too. your moans got a little louder and closer together. thankfully, your office was soundproof and no one could see you right now.
every lick and suck had you moaning and your back arching. "oh fuck, mmm..." your breathing was starting to quicken "shit, good girl.." k doubled her efforts, eager to make you cum.
your entire body throbbed with need as you reached your peak, your legs shaking a little. k pulled back, wiping her mouth. she came up to kiss you "i hate you so much right now" you said, no real heat behind it. k smirked, kissing you again.
she got up "when's our next date?" k asked.
"i dunno, text me. don't call in sick" you said, making k roll her eyes as she unlocked your office door and walked out, closing it behind her.
you pulled your panties back up and continued working as if nothing happened, biting your lip & smirking.
(this is a short fluff fic).
word count: 430.
cw (content warning): none 🤭.
synopsis: you and k go on vacation.
enjoy. 💋
k just got off her second round of tour so you two decided to go on vacation to jamaica. you found a lovely beach house and rented it out for the week and a half you'd be staying there.
"baby, put some sunscreen on." you told k as you fixed your bikini top in the full-body mirror.
"i don't need sunscreen."
"you sayin' that now but when you get burnt up, you gon' wish you put this sunscreen on." k held out her hand for you and you put your hand in hers. k slid the patio door open & you both went down to the beach and laid in the chaise lounge chairs.
"this is nice."
"yeah."
"how was tour?" you asked. "it was fun, i'm glad to have this time off, though. it's been a while since i really relaxed. i missed my favorite girl."
"i went with you for two weeks!"
"that's not long enough, you know that's not long enough." k kissed your neck, making you smile and bite your lip "baby." but you had no real intent to stop her, tilting your head. then she licked your neck, which made you push her gently, the smile still plastered on your face "behave yourself." she licked her lips before collapsing back against the chair.
"wow, we been out here for two minutes and i'm already ready to go back inside" you said, making both of you laugh.
you laid there for a while in comfortable silence, just soaking up the peace and quiet.
you broke the silence "i'm gonna go out to the water, you coming?" you asked. "yeah."
you got up from the chair and started walking towards the tide. "damn." k said, making you look back at her with a smirk.
you walked far enough into the water and sat down, putting your knees to your chest. k joined you shortly after, propping herself up on her palms.
"i think i got sunburned." her words make you suck your teeth. "i told you to put on some sunscreen. you still half irish, girl."
k threw her head back and sighed "tomorrow is gonna be so uncomfortable."
"yeah, well maybe you'll think about that feeling the next time you'n wanna put on sunscreen."
you watched the sun set, the sound and feel of the waves crashing creating a calm atmosphere.
once the sunset was over, k spoke, "ready to go in?" she asked "yeah, let's go." k got up and then pulled you up and you both started walking towards the beach house, hand in hand.
word count: 1751.
cw (content warning): body worship, praise kink. fingering, light bondage, strapon sex, blkfem!reader, bottom!reader, brattysub!reader, jealous!reader, top!kwn.
synopsis: you get jealous when you see a video of k performing with a fan
a/n: this took me WAY too long to finish
enjoy. 💋
a few days ago, while you’re in bed & scrolling on tiktok, you stumble across a video of your girlfriend, k. she's on stage with a fan and the fan is touching all up on her and grinding on her. "the fuck is she on?" you thought, starting to feel jealous. you decide to text a group of friends and ask them if they're up for going out to the club and they say yes.
one friend texts, "she only wanna go out cuz she seen that video."
while you were at the club, you met a girl there and you were dancing on each other. you knew that people would see you and record, but that was the whole point.
with 4 days of not talking, plus the video of you and that girl, k was fed all the way up. she texts you, "why are you being jealous?"
you responded, "how tf can you ask me why i'm 'being jealous' when you just had some girl touchin and grindin up on you at your show?"
k replied, "that's different. that was for the show, it's not real. i didn’t mean anything by it and i wasn't touching her back. plus, i saw those videos of you bein real friendly with that girl at the club."
you messaged, "nothing happened between me and her. all we did was have a few drinks and dance."
your message makes k let out a sigh of annoyance & her jaw tighten as she types back. "so what if i let a fan grind on me? it was a moment, i didn't even touch her. but you were looking very comfortable in those videos."
the second message comes just as fast as the first, "you wanna play jealous? fine. don't make me pull up on you." you were in atlanta at the moment and k was there for her tour, but you didn’t know that. "who you gon pull up on cuz you not gon pull up on me" you retorted.
about 10 minutes later, k got out of the car at your house and sent you a picture of the outside with a message that said, "who won’t pull up?"
your heart started to beat a little faster at the text, then faster when you heard the sound of keys jingling at the front door. you were in a kaftan drinking wine and smoking a blunt in your kitchen. k walks in, taking off her shoes and walking into the kitchen.
"missed me?" she asked, as if the last 4 days never happened. of course you missed her. but you were also pissed at her. "so i guess i won't pull up on you."
you rolled your eyes at k's words before chugging the last little bit of wine down, then taking another hit of the blunt. as soon as the smoke left your lips, she picked you up and threw you over her shoulder. she starts walking up the staircase, giving your ass a smack.
once you made it inside the bedroom, she drops you onto the bed. her eyes trail over your body hungrily. "you know what i hate on you?" she asked as she pulled her shirt over her head. "jealousy. it's not cute."
you sat on the bed, arms folded. "but when you’re jealous, it's cool?"
k's shirt hits the floor to reveal her black sports bra. "i'm jealous 'cause i'm possessive. you're jealous 'cause you think i actually want dem girls." she starts to unbuckle her belt "so yes, my jealousy is justified. take that off." she said, referring to your kaftan.
"or what?" you retorted just as k's pants hit the floor.
she looks at you with slight irritation, "or i'll take it off myself." she says, leaving no room for argument. you huffed, rolling your eyes as you stood up to take the kaftan off, leaving you in your underwear. k's eyes run up and down your body as she steps closer to you, her hands moving to your hips before she places a firm kiss to your lips. one hand moves to your neck and the other pulls you closer to her.
your jealousy crumbled under the kiss as you leaned into it more. k deepens the kiss, her tongue sliding against yours. she pushes you down onto the bed, following you down.
her hands slide from your neck to your breast, gently squeezing one through the fabric of your bra. "lay against me" k instructed. you obliged, your head laying on her shoulder while she traced patterns on your thighs. she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down over your knees & calves before tossing them aside, your bra following suit.
her fingers start to trail down your inner thigh slowly, the touch light and enticing. eventually, her fingers finally reach your clit, circling slowly. "are you still mad?" k asked softly into your ear. "because you know who i come home to." she rubbed your clit at a steady pace.
"fuck.." you moaned under your breath.
your moan brings out a little chuckle from k, her fingers picking up their pace. "exactly." she pushes her middle and ring fingers inside you, going at the same pace they were before. as your walls clench around her fingers, her lips find yours again in a passionate kiss.
every kiss & touch from k always made you feel like you were on fire.
"i love you."
as her lips explored your neck, they find your sweet spot & sucked. she curled her fingers, making you moan into the kiss.
her fingers speed up a bit, her thumb finding your clit as you make out. k breaks the kiss to speak, "you’re the only one i'm touching like this. tell me."
"i'm the only one you touch like this.." you repeated, moaning softly. "good girl." your stomach formed a pit as you got closer, your mind blanking "oh shit.." you whimpered. your orgasm hit you fast, your gates flooding. k doesn’t stop until you’ve come down completely, gradually slowing down before taking her fingers out of you, bringing them up to her lips to taste you.
she slides out from under you to settle between your legs, taking in the sight of you—half naked, chest heaving, thighs parted. she presses kisses up your inner thigh, her breath warm against your skin.
her tongue finally makes contact with your clit, immediately pulling moans out of you. her tongue slides through your folds with ease, savoring the taste of you as she buries her face between your legs. one hand grips your thigh while the other slides up to rest on your inner breast, your hand going over hers.
she sucks your clit. "mmm.." k hums against you, the vibration making you moan.
her tongue moves faster, eyes locked with yours as she laps at your juices. "shit.." you said under your breath. a smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth, pleased at the sight.
k slid two fingers inside you as her tongue licked your clit. another pit starts to form in your stomach, your legs starting to shake. soon after, you cum again, but she doesn't stop. she's relentless, determined to make you cum as many times as she can.
"oh fuck" you moaned, your fingers tangled in k's hair as she ate you out. her fingers stroke at your walls passionately, deep & gentle while her tongue slithers on your clit. she looks up at you from between your thighs, her eyes filled with desire & the devotion to make you fall apart.
her name fell from your lips like a prayer as you felt another orgasm building. she keeps sucking your clit as her fingers find your g-spot, curling.
k's eyes stay locked on yours as she watches you cum for her for a third time, eager to get every drop.
she comes up to kiss you passionately, her tongue entering your mouth. she pulls back, your chest heaving "i got somethin' for us." you licked your lips, tasting yourself on them. you looked at her, chest heaving "what?" you asked, making her smirk before getting up to retrieve something.
when she comes back to the bed, she's holding handcuffs and a blindfold. without hesitation, she climbed on top of you, putting the blindfold on first, then the handcuffs. after everything was done, k stood back to admire what she'd done.
then, she got back on top of you, kissing you before going down to your neck. that's when her tongue came out. she was licking her way down your body.
just before she was about to get to your lower abdomen, k pulled back. you felt her get off the bed "oh lord, what now?" you said. "don't worry about it, just lay there and look pretty." she was going into her bag to get the strap—7 inches, thick, skin-colored, & slightly curved with a grinding base.
k put it on, making sure everything was secure. you felt a dip in the bed as she got on top of you. she aligns the tip of the strap with your entrance before pushing in slowly, earning a gentle gasp from you. "mhm.." you moaned softly.
she goes balls deep before pulling out again, thrusting back in, making you let out a louder moan. she starts to stroke at a steady pace, her thrusts deep & deliberate, the grinding base moving against her clit with each stroke. "shit." k said. she's hitting your g-spot with each thrust and the base feels so good. every stroke leaves you moaning louder and her breathing ragged with soft moans. "louder, let me hear you, pretty girl." k demanded.
"oh my-...fuck!" you writhed under her.
k's clut throbs more & more with the combination of the grinding base and watching you "mhm," she moaned softly "good girl."
her hand wrapped your throat as she stroked deeper. both of you were getting closer, k strokes getting faster as you gripped the sheets tighter. your back arched off the bed as you & k came, and she threw her head back, as you both came down, she pulled out and took the handcuffs off you.
you took the blindfold off, your eyes adjusting to the light. "that was fun, we should do that again," you looked over at k.
"we should" k said, leaning in to kiss you.
you smiled, pushing yourself up. “let’s go shower.”
word count: 1052.
cw (content warning): pussy eating, choking, strap-on sex, face-sitting/riding, praise kink, blkfem!reader, switch!reader, switch!kwn, curlyhair!kwn.
synopsis: k’s first time with an older woman. you’re a rich businesswoman who now works from home. (for the sake of this story, let’s act like k kept her curls).
songs that inspired this: suga mama - beyoncé (hence the name) & f.u.c.k - victoria monét (plus k's genius interview)
enjoy. 💋
you were walking down the street in north london in a trench coat and leather boots, the cold air whipping past your face. you make it to a park, finding a bench between two trees to sit on. you pull out your laptop and begin working, answering emails and messaging your secretary. out of your peripheral, you see someone sit on the opposite end of the bench, but you don’t pay them any mind.
“hey.” the mystery person said, prompting you to look over from your laptop. you looked over to see a masculine-presenting woman with a lot of tattoos and curly hair, probably in her early 20s.
“hi.” you said. she introduced herself, “my name’s k” and extended her hand to you. “y/n” you said as you shook her hand. “you live around here?” you asked “yeah, you?” k asked.
“well, i’m from the states but i do have a house here. i’m on vacation” you said. “i come out here sometimes when i need to write” k said. “so you’re a music artist?” you asked. “yeah, i actually just got off my first tour.” k said. “really? that’s great. congratulations.” you said, smiling. “thank you. what do you do?” k asked. “i’m a businesswoman, or i guess i used to be. i work from home now.”
you & k talked for what felt like hours, then you looked at the time. “oh shit, i needa get home.” you said, packing your laptop into your bag. “well, can i get your number so we can continue our conversation?” k said as the both of you stood up. k’s words made you chuckle a bit “baby, i’m grown.” you said.
“so am i.”
“how old are you?”
“26. how old are you?”
“38.” you said, pulling out a pen and sticky note to jot down your number. “i normally don’t date or talk to anyone this younger than me, but i like you.” you handed the note to k and she took it happily. you both said your goodbyes and went home.
over the course of a few months, you and k got to know each other and went on a few dates before making it official. k’s coming to see you in the u.s. the day she's supposed to get there, you make sure your house is clean floor to ceiling before getting in the shower. you decide to wear some lingerie under a silk robe. just then, you get a text from k.
"i'm almost there"
i felt like hours waiting for her to get there. then it finally happened, the ring of your doorbell. you got up to look through the peephole before opening the door, "hi!" you said, hugging her. "hey!" k responded. she hugged you like she wanted your body to remember what her touch felt like.
you locked the door behind her then leaned against the staircase railing, arms folded. "you been actin' real cocky in them text messages."
"have i?" k asked.
"talkin' 'bout you gon' "put me through the mattress, you not gon' put nobody through the mattress."
"i'm not?" k asked, making you tilt your head and squint your eyes slightly "go upstairs and take your clothes off" you said, making k chuckle a bit "that's not how this works."
you looked at her like she was crazy. "i'm wondering why you’re still standing here. did i stutter? do what i say, go upstairs."
"yes ma’am." and with that, k was walking up the stairs.
you gave her about 30 seconds before heading upstairs. when you got to the bedroom, she was standing in front of the bed, still in her underwear. you leaned against the casing of the door, fidgeting with the tie of your robe. "it was implied when i told you to take your clothes off that i meant all of them."
like clockwork, she stripped off her underwear. "see? better already" you said as you took your robe off. you walked toward k, kissing her and pushing her down onto the bed. you climbed on top of her and kissed her again, k's hands all over your body.
you made out for a while until you broke the kiss, sliding up until your pussy was right above k's mouth. you finally sat, and it was like heaven for both of you. "oh fuck." she wrapped her arms around your thighs, hungry.
k had you gripping the headboard for stability as you moaned. "shit, k.. just like that." you said, your head thrown back.
you started rocking your hips back and forth against her mouth, letting out guttural moans. "good girl, fuck.." you said. you were getting close. and the praise was only egging k on.
you got closer and closer to cumming before somehow finding the strength to pull yourself up & off k. "did you bring the strap?" you asked, breathing heavy. k responded, "yeah."
"good, put it on" you instructed, making k get up with a quickness to get it out of her bag.
once the harness was on and secure, k turned around to you. "come're" you told her. she got on top of you, settling between your legs. she aligned the strap with your glistening pussy before slowly pushing inside, then starting to stroke at a steady pace. you let out breathy moans with each thrust.
"fuck, yes.."
"it feel good, don’t it?" she whispered right into your ear. when you didn't respond, k took upon herself to start stroking a little faster, making you moan.
"that's what i thought."
"oh shit.." you let out. "stop being quiet, it’s just us" k said, reaching down to rub your clit.
out of all the people you'd been with, none had made you feel like this. fuck, it feels so good. euphoric, even. "oh my—fuck!" you moaned. k bent down to plant kisses & hickies on your neck. your hand was cupping the side of her face, holding her in place while one of her hands snaked around your neck. you could feel your orgasm building before you finally came, moaning loudly.
k plopped down next to you on the bed, so now you were both laying there, breathing heavy. you turned to her, "were gonna have a lot of fun together" you said, making her smirk.
word count: 869.
cw (content warning): pussy eating, overstimulation, choking, strapon sex, praise kink, bottom!reader, blkfem!reader, bottom!reader, top!kwn.
synopsis: k’s commited to make your waters burst.
this was inspired by k's song that she need to release immediately.
enjoy. 💋
it was midnight. you were in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, having a glass of water, the overhead stove light dimly illuminating the surrounding area. you were in nothing but a black lace bra & panty set with a black boudoir robe over it. k walks downstairs into the kitchen, wearing a wife beater and shorts. she leaned against the island “why are you still up?” she asked, her voice slightly raspy and groggy.
“i couldn’t sleep.” you took a sip of water. “i can help you fall asleep.” she said. “would that actually work?” you asked. “only one way to find out, innit?” you stepped closer and wrapped your arms around her neck. k’s hands instantly wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. you began making out, your tongues dancing together. after a moment, she pulled back and took your hand, starting to lead you back upstairs to the bedroom.
once you were both in the room, you closed the door and k turned on the lamp on the beside table, making the room fully lit. she made her way back to you, kissing you again, untying your robe and sliding it off your shoulders, making it pool on the floor around you.
as you made out, one of k’s hands was wrapped around your neck, and the other one had a handful of your ass in it. she started walking you back towards the bed before gently pushing you down, crawling on top of you. she started kissing your neck, leaving hickeys on either side. she slid your panties off and began leaving a trail of kisses up your inner thigh, creeping up to your clit.
eventually, she made her way to your pussy, licking a long stripe up the middle, focusing on your clit. the way that k sucked and licked on your clit made you feel like you were seeing stars. shit, maybe you were. it felt like she knew your body better than you did.
"fuck." you moaned under your breath.
k always hated when you were quiet, but she also knew it wouldn’t take much to get you loud.
k slid two fingers inside you, starting to thrust in and out in time with her tongue. moans were pouring out of you, with the occasional "oh fuck." k parted her lips from your clit to say, "you taste so good.." before continuing. her eyes were locked with yours as she ate you out, piercing into you.
the minute you stopped making eye contact, k came back up, her fingers still going.
"uh uh, look at me." then her head went back down.
you were starting to buck your hips a little more often, you were getting closer. that familiar pit was starting to form in your stomach "mhm, baby..shit..." your legs gave a light tremor as you came, your head thrown back against the pillows.
k gave a kiss to your inner thigh before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand & coming up to kiss you. you pulled back, out of breath. "we're not done, you got me started." k said, making you throw your head back against the pillows and fold your arms jokingly "i haven't even caught my breath yet." you retorted. "you got time to breathe later." k said as she walked over to the dresser to get the strap.
by the time you looked, k was already on the bed, kissing your neck, then your lips, then she gently flipped you over.
"good girl."
k wasted no time, thrusting in slowly, allowing you to adjust to the size before gradually speeding up. you were so overstimulated, you didn't think you could cum again. "oh my god, fuck.." you reached back to try to slow k down, but your attempts were in vain. she grabbed your forearm and held it behind your back, hovering right over you. her mouth to your ear, "stay right here." the only thing you can get out is needy whimpers.
"baby.. i can't..fuck.."
"you can & you will."
she's relentless & passionate, eager to please. she felt so good. she never failed to make every time feel better than the last. k released your forearm to slap your ass.
"i need you to cum again for me."
"i can't.."
k doesn’t take that for an answer and goes deeper, kissing your neck "let me find it for you." her thrusts got faster, your whimpers going with them. "that's my girl." she says in your ear, as if you could get any wetter. all you can do at this point is grab every bit of the sheets you could get your hands on. your 2nd orgasm hit you like a train, your legs giving a more fierce tremor this time, your moans & whimpers following it.
k doesn't pull out until she's sure that you’re finished cumming. you sat up and she kissed you passionately, her tongue in your mouth. "see? i knew you could do it."
"mhm, let's go again.." you said, breathing heavy.
"oou, that's what i like to hear" k said with a smirk, already about to pounce on you again.
