⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ about me — hi hiii, you can call me mo :) i'm 22, lesbian asf, african american, and my pronouns are she/her! i'm new to posting fics and i wanted to start posting them here just to share my crazy ideas lol. i do NOT use any ai in my writing and i never will.
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ interests — i love beyoncé with my entire being, i'm a major music nerd (i love all genres but my faves are r&b and pop), i love film/tv... some of my fics will most likely be based off/inspired by some of my favorite movies/tv shows, i'm a casual gamer, & i love collecting physical media ♡
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— contents: plot w/ smut!!!! (mdni, 18+), age gap, mommy kink, y/n is kind of a brat, power imbalance, safe words, forced orgasms, overstimulation, use of vibrator, fingering, cunnilingus, spit, hair gripping, kissing, & slight aftercare. (if any of these make you uncomfy don't read or read at your own risk ♡)
— synopsis: Beyoncé lets your errors slide until you got so desperate that you did something to make her want to give you something more than a spanking.
— ♫: spit by show me the body & princess nokia, 'til you cry by kwn & one of your girls by the weekend, jennie, & lily-rose depp ♡
— word count: 4.2k
— a/n: hiii angels, i was originally gonna make this a headcanon post but i felt like this needed to be a one-shot instead !! i hope it's not too wordy, i wanted to make the build up worth it so i hope you guys enjoy :) (sorry for any errors, i tried my very best editing it </3)
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It had been a week since it happened. "It" being the day you discovered something about yourself you'd never thought you would be into. You thought about it day and night. The way Beyoncé made you feel during that whole encounter… how hot your body felt, how hard your nipples got, how wet your panties were. You were so desperate for her to touch you again… so needy… You had even touched yourself in your bed while thinking about it, calling out her name while doing it, and came hard.
You were determined to have her spank you again. So you thought it would be a great idea to do what got you in trouble with your boss in the first place, and that would be to half ass your work and everything she told you to do.
Every paper you handed to her, you'd wait to get a reaction out of her and…nothing. She'd read it, take her red pen, circle your typos and told you to fix them. Just simple as that. However, Beyoncé had noticed you made more errors than usual but already knew what was going on… but she wasn't going to cave into your scheme you were trying to pull on her. This made you grow into irritation and sexual frustration. You wanted her to fold and if you had to make an even bigger step… you were willing to do so.
Beyoncé called you into her office. You walked in and stood before her desk. She briefly paused the her phone call, "Y/N, I need you to go ahead and type up that letter for Mr. Callaghan again, and please… do it correctly." She told you briefly then continued with her call. You stood there for a few seconds staring into her eyes, something in you went off. She set down her phone again asking "May I help you?" while furrowing her brows. You shook your head no and immediately went back to your own desk. You were so pissed off that you couldn't stand the fact that Beyoncé acted as if nothing happened. It drove you insane.
You began typing the letter on your computer with frustration… but then you had the idea that was going to for sure either get what you want or maybe get you fired… you were willing to risk it. You backspaced everything you typed so far and ended up only typing two words out of impulse.
"Fuck you."
You printed out the sheet of paper, got up, and took it with you to your boss' office. You walked up to her door and for a second you hesitated, your chest grew heavy but you proceeded anyway. Beyoncé was still on her work call, you placed the "letter" on her desk and immediately exited the room going back to your desk. A Your heart was racing. Beyoncé furrowed her brows looking at how fast you left and then looked at your work from afar, noticing it was oddly empty for a letter… Luckily her call was coming to an end. She reached for "letter" and read it. She scoffed to herself, not believing what you typed on that paper. She even put on her glasses to make sure she was reading it correctly despite it being only two words. She took her red pen and repeatedly circled the two words vigorously. Beyoncé felt her breath getting heavy, she swore to herself that she wouldn't cave into whatever game you were trying to play but she folded and now she was going to make you pay.
You sat at your desk with your heart pounding and stomach twisting. You heard your boss' office door opened and her heels click-clacking on the floor. She approached you at her desk with her keys in her hand and purse in the other. Her aura felt like how it did when a little over a week ago when that encounter happened but… worse. "Y/N, I need you to stay after hours and meet me in my office so we can have a very important discussion about what you've just presented to me. I have to go run an errand so if anyone calls please ask them to leave a message." She told you cut and dry, staring into your eyes, you opened your mouth to speak but she had already turned to leave. The feeling of regret had sank in and you felt it throughout your whole body but you had made your bed and now you have to lay in it.
Later into the evening, it was now after hours. Beyoncé had already came back from running that "errand" hours ago and was now waiting for you in her office. You stood up from your desk with your heart racing, it damn near felt like it was going to fall out your chest. You tried shaking off your nerves a bit but that didn't help at all. You closed your eyes and told yourself "I can do this…" trying to convince yourself but that didn't quite work. Walking towards her office made you feel queasy, if you didn't feel that regret before… you were really feeling it now.
...
You knocked on her door, "Come in and lock the door after you enter." she said, raising her voice a bit so you could hear her through the door. You hesitated for a second, your palm sweaty on the door handle but proceeded to enter your boss' office and locked the door like she asked. As you walked in, Beyoncé was leaned against the front of her desk with the "letter" in her hand. She turned her head towards you when you walked in. "Have a seat." she said, staring at you up and down. You carefully went to go sit down, truly not knowing what to expect.
Your boss held up the paper you gave her a few hours ago, the two words now circled in red pen facing you. "Y/N, may I ask what provoked you to type this… better yet, being bold enough to hand it to me…?" she asked calmly, raising her one of her eyebrows. "Well I-" "Do you think being a brat is going to get you what you want?" she cuts you off, now putting more bass in her voice. "I-I'm sorry… I just thought-" Beyoncé came up from leaning on her desk, now walking towards you slowly. "What? That I'd give you another spanking? I knew you were purposefully fuckin' up your work just so you could get what you want but I never thought you would take it this far. Making a mistake is one thing, but disrespecting me is a whole other ball game princess." she was now towering over you and you were looking up at her with a mix of fear and desperation. That feeling you felt a little more than a week ago was starting to come back, you started to feel hot all over your body and you were ready to do whatever to gain her forgiveness. She brought her right hand out, bringing it to your face with her thumb rubbing your cheek. "I thought you were my sweet and good girl… I thought that you'd learn your lesson from the last time but it seems as if you need something more than just a pathetic spanking." she said while slightly frowning, looking at you with pity. You sat there still looking up at her, tried speaking but nothing came out.
Beyoncé took a few steps back away from you, her brown eyes still locked in with yours. She took the paper, balled it up, and tossed it to the side. Then she started to unbutton her blazer, she took it off tossing it to the side as well, exposing more of her cleavage that had been slightly shown under her blazer, you were so tempted to look but didn't dare to break eye contact. She rolled up her sleeves, getting ready to handle you. "I want you to get up and sit on my desk." she said, still not breaking eye contact with you. You got up carefully, walking towards her desk and then propped yourself up to sit on the edge of her desk. She watched your every move, you broke eye contact with her but you still felt her eyes on you.
Beyoncé then turned and started walking towards you, now standing right in front of you sitting on her desk. "Good girl…" she said with a low and sultry tone and her gaze now more intensified than before. She began bringing her hands to your thighs, caressing them gently. Chills went down your spine and your pussy started to throb and grow wet when her skin came in contact with yours. She stopped to go walk behind her desk to grab something from her bag, she came back with something in her hand. You looked down to see that it was a black wand vibrator. Your eyes widened a bit, your boss noticed and smirked with satisfaction. "Now Y/N, before I proceed… I wanted to make sure you'd be okay with all this…?" she questioned, waiting for you to answer. You nodded, wanting to make sure you take in everything she's telling you. "Use your words. I want to hear your voice." she needed more out of you. "Yes." you obeyed. "There we go, there's my girl's voice." she said raising her hand to play with your hair strands for a bit.
"Now Y/N, before I proceed… I wanted us to establish some safe words. They're like coded boundaries… and from now on tonight, you will call me mommy, understand?" You were about to nod but quickly remembered that she wanted to hear you, "Yes mommy." you obeyed. "You're catching on fast, my smart girl. If only you were smart enough to not tempt me." she frowned at you mockingly. Your heart started to beat even faster, nervousness starting to take over making you feel small compared to her. "Now, time to learn your safe words. Orange means that you want to slow down, for when things start to feel too intense but you don't want to stop. Red is your safe word, meaning full stop. If you feel like you've had enough, just say the word and I'll take care of you. Understand? " she asked, slightly tilting her head. "Yes mommy." you agreed once again. "Good girl…"
Beyoncé started to caress your thigh with her left hand, making your pussy throb even more. "Spread your legs for me, princess." she ordered. You obeyed, anticipating what's to come. Beyoncé's hand started to move in between your legs, making her fingers move their way up to the lace fabric covering your arousal, it was already damp just because of how needy you were for her to touch you again. "You're so wet already… I haven't even touched you properly yet… so… damn… needy..." your cheeks grew hot hearing the older woman pity you condescendingly… Hearing her speak to you this way her voice so low, seductive and addicting, that feeling you had been craving for had finally came back and you were ready… or so you thought.
"Y/N, I want you to show me how sorry you are… You see this wand in my hand? I'm going to use it on you and you have to count every time you come. There will be no breaks in between each and I'll stop when I feel like you've had enough. If you don't want to do this, you can say the word." she informed you, still rubbing your aching center. You thought about it for a second but you were determined to gain your boss' forgiveness and show her that you're still her good girl. "I'll do it, I want to show you how sorry I am, mommy." you said, giving her puppy eyes. "That's my girl." she stated, smirking.
Beyoncé stopped rubbing you and placed the wand next to you for a second. She slowly snaked her other hand up your skirt reaching for the band of your lace panties, using both her hands to pull them off. She tossed them to the side, then picking the wand right back up. She took her ring and middle fingers that was rubbing you before and was now rubbing your clit, A soft gasp left your mouth. Her fingers were now coated in your slick, "You're so wet for me baby… such a pathetic and needy girl." she teased you. Beyoncé was getting wet herself just by touching you and hearing you, you were her kryptonite. She lifted her hand, the wetness from your pussy glistening on her fingers. Bringing them up to your lips, "Suck them for me." you complied, tasting yourself and cleaning her fingers off. "Good girl, so obedient for me." she said while breathing heavy but not enough for you to notice. The way your tongue felt made her want it somewhere else other than her fingers.
A buzzing sound went off, it was the wand in her hand. She lifted your skirt more leaving you exposed, she brought the wand to up to your clit without warning, adding pressure causing you to arch your back while gasping and shutting your eyes. "Look at me, Y/N. I want your eyes locked with mine the whole time." she demanded. "Shit. Y-yes mommy." you said all breathy. Beyoncé took her free hand using her ring and middle fingers and made her way back to your pussy. She carefully entered them in your wet slit, pumping them in and out, then curling her fingers hitting your sweet spot, making you moans grow louder. "Mommy please—" "There's no going back now Y/N, you earned this. Not doing what you were told and being a fucking brat is what got you here. You can try to run from me but that'll only make it worse, baby." she cuts you off. You felt a build up in your stomach like something was about to erupt in you, meaning your first climax was about to arrive.
Your hands tried to find something to hold onto but there was nothing on her desk for you to hold onto. Beyoncé noticed, "Grab my hair, I can take it, princess." You moved your hand to the back of her head, running your fingers through her blonde mane, and gripped. You didn't want to grip too hard in fear of hurting her, but little did you know this would turn Beyoncé on even more. "Grip tighter baby, it's okay." you hesitated for a second but proceeded to do so. "Good girl." Your legs started to tremble and your walls grew tight on her fingers, feeling your first orgasm coming in waves. "O-one." you were already so overwhelmed and it was only the beginning. "That's my girl. You're doing so well already." She used her thumb to press a button on the wand making the vibration level go up. Your eyelids began to grow heavy and you almost closed them shut but you heard Beyoncé's voice in your mind about remaining eye contact. You disappointed her earlier today and didn't want to disappoint her again.
Tears welled up in your eyes, the feeling of the vibrator getting stronger only made your second orgasm arrive faster. "Oh my god!" you cried out, your mouth hanging open after you climaxed a second time. Your grip on Beyoncé's hair tightened, "Count." she grunted. "Two." the desperation in your voice only became more pathetic than before. "You see what happens when you don't obey me? I hate to do this to you but I wasn't going to give you what you want. You work for me, princess." her voice became more sinister, watching you pay for your mistakes only made her add more pressure to your clit while still hitting on your sweet spot. "I'm s-so sorry. Can I get at least one b-break?" you begged her. "No Y/N, just take it. You were bold enough to disrespect me so you're gonna take it like a good girl." Your third orgasm arrived. "Now count." "Three…" tears started to run down your face. You'd never experienced coming back to back like this and you felt more sorry than ever but it was too late. Beyoncé once again clicked the button on the vibrator, bringing it up to an even higher vibration level, causing your moans to fill the room. Your fourth was about to arrive and it was starting to become unbearable. "F-four…" you whimpered. You wanted to hold it out a little longer to show her you could really take it but ended up wanting to bring things down a bit because of how hazy you started to feel. "Orange…" she immediately brought down the vibration level two notches putting it back where you started, and pumped you slower than before. "Can you do one more for me, sweet girl?" she asked, looking at you with sympathy. "Y-yes m-mommy." you could barely get your words out. You felt some sense of relief but also feeling like you wish to held out a little longer for her. The final orgasm arrived, making your hips jerk and your legs tremble harder than the last time. "F-five." she finally turned off the vibrator setting it aside and slowly pulled her coated fingers out of you. Making you grunt and leaving your pussy feeling very sore.
You started whimpering and panting, trying to find a normal breathing pattern, Beyoncé, still looking in your eyes, "Baby, breathe with me okay?" she cooed. You nodded. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, helping you to find a calm pattern. You followed suit and soon felt mellow despite your pussy still aching. "There you go…You did so good for me, my sweet girl. Although you did make such a mess on my desk." she chuckled a bit, teasing you once again, making you blush. She brought her fingers up to her mouth and sucked her own fingers to taste you. She hummed, savoring the taste of you… watching her suck her own fingers sent a chill down your spine. Beyoncé then brought her hand to the back of your head, examining your face then bringing you in for a kiss. The feeling of pure euphoria started to bloom in your body, the feeling of her soft lips passionately kissing yours. Then her tongue made her way to your lips, wanting access inside your mouth, you let her in without a second thought. The way your fluids tasted mixed with her saliva, the way you both moaned into each other… it made all the pain you endured worth it.
Beyoncé pulled away from the kiss, staring at you with passion in her eyes. She took a few steps back and slowly started to unbutton her shirt exposing her black lace bra… her chest now exposed. She tossed her shirt to the side and placed her hands on both her hips. "Since you didn't say your safe word yet. I wanted to ask you, do you want to earn my full forgiveness by doing me a favor?" she suggested, tilting her head while smirking. "Yes, I-I'll do anything for you." you said eagerly. "Good to know." she chuckled.
Beyoncé then let her hands off her hips to reach up under her skirt to remove her matching panties, still keeping her skirt on. She managed to keep her balance taking them on while still wearing her heels and look you in your eyes. She then walked slowly behind her desk and sat in her chair. You still sat on her desk waiting for her demands, still wanting to be on your best behavior for your mommy. "Y/N, I want you to crawl around my desk, kneel before me with your hands behind your back." she demanded calmly. She still had her eyes on you and you could feel it. You got off her desk and turned to look at her your eyes locked in with hers for a few seconds making your stomach flutter and then you looked forward. You got on all fours and started to crawl to the left side of her. She turned to your direction and you immediately kneeled, crossing your arms behind you looking up at her. "Good girl." she bent down in her chair for a bit reaching for the back of your head. She ran fingers through your hair and gripped on, lifting your face up, making you gasp. "Open your mouth, princess." you hesitated for a second not knowing what to expect but opened it anyway. Beyoncé then started to move closer to your face, slowly running her tongue on your bottom lip. She then proceeded to shoot a ball of spit in your mouth. "Swallow." you immediately obeyed, for a second you thought you'd be repulsed because someone had just spat in your mouth but you ended up feeling much more pleasure than anything. "Good girl." she said satisfied.
Letting your hair go, Beyoncé sat back in her chair. She lifted her skirt, spreading her legs open and put her right leg on the desk, exposing herself. She brought her two fingers down on her core to spread herself showing you her arousal. Her pussy covered in slick, aching for your tongue to explore it. "You see this, Y/N? This is what happens when you're good to me… You made this mess baby… Do you like...?" your cheeks grew warm, not knowing how to react. You had this feeling of satisfaction, now knowing that you made her feel that way. "Yes, yes I do mommy. I like it a lot." you nodded with excitement. "You're so cute, my sweet girl…" she chuckled, feeling amused by you being so excited to please her. She moved her hand away and brought it to the back of your head once again, she carefully moved your head closer and closer to her pussy, letting go of your hair, and sat back in her chair. Now resting her arms on the rests. You were only a few inches away from her arousal. "Lick me slowly, baby girl." she rasped, ready for your mouth on her. You inched closer to her pussy and then slowly ran your tongue up her slit. Letting out a deep moan, she tilted her head back, and jerked her hips against your mouth. Beyoncé had been wanting your mouth on her since you cleaned yourself off her fingers. Your tongue then made its way up to her clit, lapping your tongue on it, and stimulating her. She took her hands and started to grope her own tits, the sensation making both of her nipples get hard. "Fuck, oh my god… you're doing so good baby." she purred. Her praises only made you want to come a 6th time, pleasing her also pleased you, a lot. You add a bit more pressure causing her to arch her back in the seat. She moaned louder. "Go faster, sweet girl." she started to whimper… already feeling her climax on its way, and a knot in her belly started to form, desperately waiting to be unraveled. You proceeded to go faster, wanting to please her even more. Your tongue's main focus was her swollen nub but you made a few passes on her slit making her grunt while moaning. She took her right hand gripping your hair from behind again, only this time it was her grip was tighter than before. She brought you in even closer despite your face already being in between her legs. She was now grinding on your face and her voice became more desperate, "Faster! Make me come, princess, don't stop!" she cried out loud, tears now forming in her eyes. You flicked your tongue on her nub as fast as you could causing your jaw to grow sore, but that wasn't stopping you. Her legs started to tremble, her hips jerked against your mouth. Her sweet release finally arrived, fluid flowing out of her and into your mouth. She pulled you away still twitching a bit but she somehow managed to control herself, she didn't wanna show how weak you truly made her feel.
Beyoncé sat back in her chair, slowly catching her breath. You watched her in admiration, taking in how much of a beautiful mess she was. She looked at you for a second, now having a soft and vulnerable look in her eyes. Reaching for you, she grabbed your cheek, leaning in to lightly lick off the mess she made on your lips, and then kissed you gently. Letting go of you, she sat back in her chair again, "Y/N… you were more than perfect for me… I forgive you… my sweet girl. I hope you learned that your actions have consequences… so don't tempt me again. Understand?" she asked, not being able to hide her smirk. "Yes mommy." you agreed, smiling at her back. "Now let's go get cleaned up. When we're done here, I'll take you home, sweet girl." she leaned in to give you a kiss one final time for the night.
you got the tattoo done two days ago. the skin under your left tit still felt tight and warm where the letters sat.
“beyoncé”
written clear in that same clean script she uses everywhere. you kept your shirt on until she walked through the door after the show.
she dropped her bag and looked at you. you lifted the hem slow and showed her, her eyes stayed on the ink for a long time then she stepped close and pressed her mouth right under your tit.
her tongue dragged over every letter, wet and deliberate. you felt her breath against your skin.
“you put my name there,” she said against your body. “you must want me to see it every time i put my mouth on you?” you nodded pathetically.
her hands stayed on your waist while she kept licking. you pushed your jeans down and stepped out of them. she backed you to the couch and sat & you climbed into her lap. her dick was already hard under the fabric of her pants. you rubbed against it through the cloth, slow rolls of your hips that made the head drag along your wet pussy.
she opened her pants herself. the thick length sprang free against your stomach. you lifted up and sank down on it in one steady push.
she filled you painfully deep but it was good pain.
you stayed still a second, feeling how wide she stretched you then started moving.
up and down, grinding at the bottom so the base rubbed your clit every time you sat fully.
her hands gripped your ass and helped the rhythm. you leaned forward so your tits hung close to her face. she sucked the left one into her mouth, tongue working the underside right over the tattoo. every time she sucked harder you clenched around her dick. spit ran down your tit and dripped onto her chest.
“ride it,” she muttered around your skin “show me how good it feels having my name under your tit while you take this dick mama”
you bounced faster. the wet sound of your pussy taking her over and over filled the room. she kept her mouth locked on the tattoo, teeth scraping the soft flesh, tongue pushing into the letters.
your hands braced on her shoulders sweat slid down your back.
she shifted under you and thrust up hard to meet every drop of your hips. the head of her dick hit deep enough to make your stomach tighten. you came first, shaking, pussy pulsing tight around her while she kept sucking the tattoo. she followed right after, holding you down on her lap so every pulse of cum stayed inside you.
you stayed seated on her dick while it softened. she reached for her phone. her free hand covered both your tits, fingers spread wide, the tattoo still showing clear under the edge of her palm. she took the picture from above.
no face, just her hand, your body and the name she left on you.
she posted it with nothing written then she looked at you and kissed the corner of your mouth.
“now they all know,” she said. “and you still got me dripping out of you.”
hiiii angels, i finished secretary part two and i’m planning on posting tomorrow night ! if you would like to be tagged please comment :) 18+ only gets tagged btw so mdni please and thank you !
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(⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˚⋆) JUST THINKING ABOUT… megan continuously filling you up. her dick buried inside you, pulsing out load after load until your insides felt swollen and sticky with it. the way she never stopped even when your body started giving out. just kept using her dick to shove more of her cum back into you.
your arms were shaking when she rolled her hips again. the sheets under your knees were soaked. your hole clenched weak around her dick but she didn’t ease up.
she just gripped your hips harder and dragged you back onto every inch. “you tired already baby?”
“look at you. dripping all this shit and still acting like you can’t take more.”
you tried to say something but it came out as a broken little sound. your body felt overused. cum was already leaking down your ass and she just pushed it right back in with the next thrust.
“yeah... that’s what i thought.” she kept moving. her dick sliding through the mess she’d already left inside you. “you came with me and now you wanna quit!”
you were still fluttering from the last orgasm. her dick had throbbed hard and you felt every spurt paint your walls while your own release soaked the sheets under you.
now she was already hard again. already dragging herself out just enough to slam it home. she didn’t care that you were trembling.
one hand slid up your back and pressed until your face was deeper in the mattress. the angle made her dick feel even bigger. every thrust punched a moan out of you.
“listen to dat!” she laughed under her breath. “your hole sounds so fucking used. keep taking it, i want another load in there before i even think about stopping.”
your fingers curled into the sheets. tears were already slipping out the corners of your eyes.
she pulled almost all the way out. the head of her dick caught on your rim and she held there for a second. teasingly then she shoved back in hard enough that your knees slid forward on the bed.
you sobbed into the mattress.
“ion gaf, cry all you want. that soft pussy is still swallowing every inch. look how greedy she is. already stuffed and still sucking me in.”
you tried to push her off you but your arms gave out.
“move yo hand.”
“i’m gonna fill you up again. you feel that? getting hard all over again just from how good you look.”
you were crying harder now. your hole fluttered weak and oversensitive. she didn’t care. she just kept using you. every time she pulled back a thick string of cum stretched between you before she forced it back inside.
“you’re shaking so bad.” she sounded pleased about it. “good. means you’re taking it right. keep those legs open. i ain’t pulling out until this dick is empty again.”
she dropped you back down onto your hands and knees and started truly fucking you. the bed frame knocked against the wall so hard, the neighbors beat on the wall.
you came again without warning, a weak messy orgasm.
“there it is. keep cumming on this dick. i’m right behind you.” you could feel her dick swelling even thicker inside the mess. she shoved deep and held. thick hot pulses flooded you all over again.
load after load, you sobbed into the sheets. ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
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.
hiii everyone! thank you for all the love on secretary and welcome new followers !! 🥹 i can’t wait to share what i have in store, i’m working on pt. 2 as we speak :) <3
dom!boss!beyoncé x sub!secretary!black fem!reader headcanons
— contents: impact play (spanking), power imbalance, 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 :) ♡
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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 :) ♡
