cowboy!beyonce x churchgirl!blk!fem!reader
cw: religious themes (no homophobia bc in my fantasy worlds thats not a thing), intox, corruption, dubcon? (reader intiates it in a way so idk), age gap (can't you just tell i love me an older woman?), first time, drunk sex, finger sucking, spit
summary: your sister's a wildcard, you try not go against what you were taught, but what's the harm in a bit of disobedience? what could possibly change?
a/n: its hard as fuck to try to write out a southern dialect? also i spun a wheel for a specific word choice in this i wonder if you can guess. pt2 soon i hope.
"you should come with us," dalina whispered on the wagon ride back home, "it's just one night! can't nothin' possibly go wrong!" she exclaimed quietly.
"i d'know about that," you replied just as quietly, "what'd daddy think?" you express.
"oh you just so scary," dalina scoffs, rolling her eyes and folding her arms.
"no i'm not!" you snapped, shoving her. "ima show you! but if we get in trouble don't say i ain't told you so." you finish.
dalina exclaims silently.
"what you two shrieking about back there?" your ma chuckles, as she turns back.
you and dalina sit there trying to play it cool.
"we was just going on about daddy sermon, it was just so good y'know all the talk about persevering, but we couldn't help but laugh at miss elaina as she mouthed off at the usher so." dalina spoke, the both of you turning to each other and giggling louder than before.
"glad to know you was actually listening, dalina. barely. but at least you was." your daddy snickered, preparing himself to hop off the seat and tie up joey.
soon everybody prepared themselves to walk into the house and on your way in you pat joey.
"ma! ima go feed old joe!" you shout as you turn your heels and head toward the stable.
"alright now! make sure you clean up the second you get in this house miss ma'am!" she shouted back at you.
it was all part of the plan. you had seen your pa feed the old horse before you'd gotten to church and a little extra would guarantee you and dalina could go out for the night without the nag alerting your parents.
the meal you had was filling. to be fair, you didn't even feel like going through with the plan, but dalina came bursting through your door.
"don't try to act sleep." she muttered directly into your eardrum, shaking your body.
"i'm not," you flip yourself, throwing her off you, "i fed the fat ass horse so we could go out so i'm up." you voiced, jumping up and grabbing your outfit to show off to your sister.
you didn't have anything but church dresses in terms of nice clothes, so you'd taken a pair of scissors and some loose fabric and replicated something similar to what'd you'd seen under dalina's matress.
"i see you do watch me just as much i thought you did." dalina observed, looking at herself behind you in the mirror as you adjusted your dress, hers a dark shade of red.
"well of course, if need be somebody gotta take the blame for you," you said, tying the loose fabric to ensure it stayed in place. "now lets get gone before joey falls asleep and we'll be walking to wherever and yonder." you exclaimed, shoving your feet in your shoes and walking increasingly fast.
by the time you made it through the dark hallways of the house to the door, dalina was right on your heels. unlocking the door to head outside she bumped into you causing a quick, hushed argument but you made it to the horse setting him up into the wagon.
the place dalina was taking you was tucked away and hidden, you think to yourself the only way she could have found this was through someone else because you all had never gone anywhere in the area.
"the fuck we at? and who told 'bout it?" you question. dalina just chuckling as she set joey up in the stables nearby. "don't worry 'bout it, sis. you gon' have fun trust me." she says just as giddy as ever, grabbing and dragging you inside.
you didn't get a chance to see the name of the place but the minute you walked in, it was smoke, music, the smell of liquor, sweat, and desperation. desperation for a seperation of some sort, everybody inside here as an escape from what they were used too.
cursing was your only medium of distancing yourself from the way you were raised and you'd never even think to do it in front of anyone but dalina, but this room was full of it, from the music to the gaggle of people around the bar.
if God came down and decided to put an end to it all, this motherfucker would the first to burn.
the sights you took in were obscene, worse than what you'd seen through the keyhole of your door when dalina would invite those your age from the church to the house to "have a good time".
a woman with barely anything on grinded up against a man who thrust into her. two men began arguing and the surrounding crowd began shouting out numbers, betting on who's gonna win.
dalina let go of your wrist and walked up to her friend, introducing her, it was loud you miss her name entirely. you shook her hand and become distracted, looking around like a lost puppy.
"sis, come on lets go to the bar, at least get a drink if you don't do nothing else. i'm surprised i was even able to get her ass out the house." dalina cackled, chopping it up with her friend.
as you sat upon the stool, out the corner of your eye you see this woman approach. several of those in her path part to make a way.
by the time she sat on the stool to your right, two drinks were already sitting there for her.
she took her hat off and sat it in her lap, shoveling blonde strands out of her face, wiping sweat off her top lip.
before she goes to grab her drink, she catches you, who is stunned at her presence, out of the side of her eye.
"aww, whose pretty young thing is this?" she mewls, pointing in your direction, finally grabbing her glass and dunking it all back.
a few murmurs emerge and you hear a few deep voice speak up to "claim" you, but its interrupted by her voice cutting through once more.
"who you with baby?" she looks to you, voice gritty.
you look around and then point at yourself to which she grins and nods.
"i'm with my sista," you turn to try to point her out, "who is somewhere in here."
"well i think it would be best you find her, ion think you should be unsupervised." she explains as she dunks back the second glass, pulling a cigar out her jacket pocket.
"i'm 19 years old. i am more that capable of being anywhere by myself." you assert, arms folded.
a small chuckle rises as she swivels the stool directly toward you.
"ion know 'bout that. most people who go out often normally enjoy themselves, not sit at the bar observing." she squints, turning to allow a bystander to light the cigar for her. "get me a drink for the watchful eye." she demands, smoke blowing directly into your face as you swat once, nose stinging and lungs burning.
"exactly what i thought, you ain't never done nothing baby. cause if that was case you'd be used to that." she mutters, cigar between her lips again. as she grabs the drink and shoves it in your direction, you feel a hand on your shoulder.
"dalina?" the woman questions.
"beyoncé?" dalina asks in return.
"this yo sister, ain't it?" beyoncé inquires baselessly, blowing smoke directly toward you again.
"it is," dalina replies, "you good up here, y/n?"
"i'm all good, i'd be mighty better if your friend here would leave me alone." you quip.
"y/n... that's a pretty name, ain't know you had a sister though, dalina." beyoncé conversed, ignoring your "disinterest" in her.
"yea she don't go nowhere. you know the story." dalina trails as she walks off somewhere.
"goody two shoes church girl i see." beyoncé says, handing you the glass thats been waiting on you. "y'know i'd seen your father preach, yall visited a church i was going too, two days later i spotted dalina out here and couldn't do nun but laugh."
"yea, was, church folk quick to tell ya you gon' burn. and baby trust me its plenty of things i've done in these 32 years ima burn for." she laughs heartily, taking another hit from her cigar, smoke no longer bothering you as it floats in the air around you.
you finally dunk back the drink. it's beyond harsh on your tongue, harsher than anything you've had before, but the immediate buzz that hits your body makes you crave more. a single glace to the cowboy on your right causes her to signal for more drinks.
its all a blur. the drinking part at least. one drink you dunk back yourself, the next she tilts your chin back and pours it into your mouth herself. the view of you dragging bey toward you following in your recollection then the feeling of being suspended, which you assume was her carrying you in some way.
all you know is that right now you're on your back, a knitted quilt beneath you and warmth encapsulating you.
two hands hold yours as you come down from a bout of giggles.
"for someone who don't do much, you sure hold your liquor well." the hatted woman slurs.
"i might not do much but i never said i never drunk." you mutter, a loud chuckle fills the air as she doubles over you, lying on your stomach.
you remove her hat and get a clear view of her face for the first time all night, not shrouded by a crowd or her hair. her eyes hazel, nose slim, and face littered with moles.
she reaches out, bringing your hand to her lips, kissing your knuckles.
you whimper out, the sensation filling your body foreign but the pulse between your legs all too familiar.
a hum comes from the blonde atop you.
she begins kissing the entire length of hand, from the tip of fingers to your wrist.
"you like the way that feels?" she murmurs, kisses up your arm turning into licking as your chest heaves.
"this not right.." you manage to breathe out.
"a lot of things ain't right but ion think that matter if it feels right to you," she sighs, "don't this feel right to your body?"
a mangled sound louder than any you made before escapes from your throat.
"see don't this feel right? no matter what your pa might say in that pulpit on sunday." she remarked, her nose beginning to ghost your jaw.
curiousity killed the cat, a sermon about earthly wants caused you to experiment as a youngin so the concept of pleasure was far from foreign with you, but experiencing it with someone who was not your life partner under oath and vow to God, sinning and being thrown into the fiery depths for it, weighed on you.
"it feels good," you whine. "feels right."
beyoncé repositions the both of you, your body weak from the lack of movement. you both now sit in front of the other.
a firm grip is place on your jaw and a thumb slides across your bottom lip.
"open your mouth for me baby." soft and almost inaudible.
hand opposite of the one holding your face enters, fingers sliding down the entirety of your tongue, a soft readjustment of her hand makes you close it, sucking. her fingers continue exploring, rings making it a bit hard to go further.
as she removes her fingers, another motion of her hand causes you to figure she wants you to reopen your mouth and you do as such. her stature changes as she goes upon her knees, towering over you in this position. a trail of spit escaping from her plump lips directly into your mouth.
you clench your eyes shut as it hits your tongue, embarrassment wrecking through your body.
"swallow it." she commands. and you do as told.
she begins to maneuver your body and you don't protest.
your back is against her front and she begins kissing your neck. you grab her jaw and pull her in for a kiss. an abrupt stop is put to it as she rips the two of you apart.
"oh i don't do kissing mama," she muttered. "let me do my thing alright?"
her hands run down your front and at the neckline of your dress, she rips it right down the middle, a loud gasp of both fear and arousal come from your mouth.
she gropes your breasts, rolling your nipples between her fingers. you try to escape her hold as your body arches forward, pushing her arms down slightly subconsiously, but she overpowers you, looping her arm through yours, locking your arms behind your back in a tight hold.
she begins sucking and nipping at your neck, free hand sliding down your front, rubbing over your clothed cunt. you begin to bite down on your bottom lip.
"you can be free with me." she whispers, breath heavy in your ear.
you untense. and a pleased hum escapes her.
instead of fully removing your panties, she instead moves them to the side, rubbing small, slow circles onto your clit. you cut off a moan as it escapes, which the woman with a tight hold does not accept.
a single finger slides within you. you curse loudly at the feeling, as the finger curls, more obscenities follow and a slew of moans behind it.
"such a sensitive thing. too cute." voice low and heavy, sending a shiver down your spine.
your thoughts now run rampant. too many fill your head and its hard to follow just one. your body lurches forward subconsiously in an attempt to get away and the woman holding you back goes with you like you're attached.
your front is against the quilt, back arched, and the woman atop you follows that.
the change puts you in a position to where you truly can't go anywhere. her pace quickens and your body begins to convulse a bit.
another finger enters, the sound of squelching now filling the room as your breath become ragged.
you open your mouth to beg but you aren't even sure what you'd really be begging for. the heat in your stomach increasing.
"let go for me. come on... you can do it." she spews, and once more you do as instructed.
heat rips through your body, you fall slack as kisses begin to cascade down your back.
she grabs your face and kisses you, tongue slipping in and licking upward, but it seems as if she catches herself.
"how did that feel?" she asks, the taste of liquor mingling from her tongue to yours, eyes low and dark.
"right. so right." you breathe out heavily.
