Abby

PERVY!BSF BEYONCÉ - who always blows your phone up out of nowhere asking if you wanna spend the night at her place. she swears she’s just bored and misses her favorite girl, throwing in a dramatic “pleaseeee?” until you cave. by the time you get there, your favorite snacks are already lined up on the counter, your favorite movie is magically queued and somehow the only place she ever wants to sit is in her bed with you on her lap.

PERVY!BSF BEYONCÉ - who already had an outfit waiting for you the second you step through the door, insisting you have to wear it because it’d “look so cute on you.” she lingers a little too long while helping fix the straps, smoothing out wrinkles that were never there in the first place, her grin growing every time you catch her staring just a little longer than a best friend probably should.

PERVY!BSF BEYONCÉ - who starts cuddling to close during the movie. her hand slid up your thigh until her fingers brush your bare cunt already getting slick. she rubs your clit in lazy circles feeling you twitch and leak onto her sheets before she pushes two fingers deep inside stretching you open while her eyes stay locked on the screen like nothing is happening.

PERVY!BSF BEYONCÉ - who pulls her fingers out all shiny with your mess and pushes them toward your mouth. you lick them clean tasting yourself while she stares straight into your eyes daring you to look away then she spreads your legs and buries her face between them sucking hard on your clit until your hips jerk up needing more of her mouth.

PERVY!BSF BEYONCÉ - who grinds her wet pussy against your thigh while her tongue keeps working your soaked cunt. she moans right into you, the vibrations making your walls clench as she rocks her hips leaving a sticky trail of her juices all over your skin. her sucks on your folds grow louder and sloppier. she is starving for every bit of you.

PERVY!BSF BEYONCÉ - who flips you so you are sitting right on her face. she licks from your throbbing clit all the way back to your tight hole pushing her tongue inside. you ride her mouth grinding down until you cum hard soaking her face and chin completely while she holds you there drinking it up.

PERVY!BSF BEYONCÉ - who locks your legs together so your pussies press and rub directly against each other. she grinds hard, mixing your juices with loud wet slaps that echo through the room as she moves faster. her hands squeeze your tits hard pinching your nipples while she chases both your orgasms, making you both shake and drip everywhere.

PERVY!BSF BEYONCÉ - who makes you watch as she fingers herself deep after you cum. her pussy making filthy sounds around her fingers then she feeds you those soaked digits pushing them into your mouth so you can taste her while her thigh slides between your legs. you grind on it desperate and needy feeling her watch every twitch of your body as she keeps you right on the edge.

PERVY!BSF BEYONCÉ - who wakes you in the middle of the night by rubbing her dripping cunt all over your ass. her hand reaches around to play with your pussy slipping her fingers inside you at first nice and easy then pumping faster as you start to stir. she keeps fingering you straight through your orgasm whispering against your ear how she needs this every single night from you.

PERVY!BSF BEYONCÉ - who spends the next morning eating your pussy again under the sheets before breakfast. she sucks your clit until your legs shake around her head and your hips buck up into her face. she drinks down every drop you give her. beyonce cannot get enough swallowing it all before licking you clean for more.

you'd been working for the carter family for a few months & you immediately noticed a few things. bey & jay are married, but they’re basically married roommates with kids. they don't even sleep in the same bedroom.

beyoncé's mother, tina told you that it's been this way since he cheated on her. it seems like they’re only still married & somewhat cordial with each other for the public & the kids. her sister, solange doesn't seem to like him either.

one morning, you're standing in the kitchen after you've sent the kids off to school, cleaning the aftermath of breakfast. beyoncé comes down in business attire, sitting at the island.

"good morning, y/n. are the kids already gone?"

"yes, ma'am. can i make you a cup of coffee?" you asked.

"yes, please."

the two of you made small talk as you prepared the coffee. after it was done, jay came down. "morning." you could see bey's entire facial expression change. like she instantly got annoyed.

"hello, mr. carter." you said as you poured them both a cup of coffee. when you gave jay his cup, his fingers brushed against yours in a way that made you kinda uncomfortable but you brushed it off.

you turned around to wash the dishes from breakfast and felt eyes on you, piercing into your backside.

"can you go one day without bein' a damn creep? shit." bey spoke. you fought the urge to giggle as you kept washing the dishes, pretending not to hear.

"excuse me?" jay said. the way he looked at women, especially you, disgusted her. she knew he didn't deserve you because she knew he didn't even see you as a person.

she, on the other hand, took the time to actually get to know you, fitting conversations with you into her day whenever she could, no matter how small. sometimes she'd work from home on purpose just to talk to you. you'd actually grown closer than you realized over the course of just 6 months.

a moment of silence passes before jay speaks again "i'm not about to do this with you, giselle. the day barely started" he said. "my name is beyoncé. you lost the right to call me giselle when you cheated on me with multiple women."

"and you made some beautiful art with it. i truly hope that one day you will let that go." jay said before getting up from his stool, walking toward the door.

"i'll be back later tonight" he said, opening the door before stepping out. you finished washing the dishes and turned around toward bey.

"i'm so sorry, y/n. i can't believe him."

"it's okay."

bey sighs, shaking her head "i gave that mothafucka 20 years of my damn life and 3 kids. and still, he continues to disrespect me time & time again. what did i ever see in him?"

"you can't blame yourself for not seeing through a mask. some people don't show their true colors until they know they have you wrapped around their finger" you said as you grabbed both of the empty mugs and put them in the sink.

you & beyoncé talked for a while. about music, life, anything you could think of, really. even poured yourselves glasses of wine.

"you wanna know the real reason why me & jay always seem to argue every time you're around?" she asked, swirling the wine around in the bowl of the glass.

"tell me."

"it's 'cause we're both interested in you."

you nodded as you took a sip of wine, her words hitting you at a delay. you nearly choked before swallowing.

"what?"

"wasn't it obvious?" she asked casually, chuckling at your shock. "it wasn't obvious if you had to tell me!" you said.

she tilted her head slightly. “you didn’t think it was suspicious at all?”

"i just thought that was normal rich-people marriage stuff. the husband gets interested in the nanny & the wife tries to shut it down. i guess i never really put much thought into it 'cause it wasn't my business & i didn't wanna lose my job."

“i wasn’t trying to shut it down,” she said. “i just didn’t like the way he looked at you & i don't like to share.”

that sentence made your heart beat a little faster. bey got up, walking around the kitchen island to snake her arms around your waist, her head on your shoulder.

"mhm, you smell good. i have to go run a few errands, will you be here when i get back?"

you looked back at her "yeah."

she smiled, kissing you on the cheek "good girl." without another word, she left to run her errands.

butterflies were having a party in your stomach as you stood in the kitchen. while you waited for bey to return, you cleaned up around the house and tried to find ways to distract yourself from the anxiety you were feeling. reading, listening to music, watching your favorite show, all in vain. the butterflies remained.

after what felt like hours, you heard the sound of keys and the doorknob turning, bey stepping back into the house. "i'm back" she said, drawing the word out.

you got up from your seat to walk over to her, kissing her passionately. bey pulled back, smirking "took you long enough." she grabbed your hand and started leading you upstairs to her bedroom.

you closed the door behind you two and bey wasted no time kissing you again, deepening it as you peeled of layer after layer of clothing off each other until you're both in your underwear.

bey pushed you down onto the bed, walking over to her vanity to get a hair tie, making eye contact with you as she pulled her blonde locks into a bun.

she gave you a peck on the lips, moving down your body. she kissed your neck, your chest, taking her time with each area before moving lower.

she pulled your panties off, tossing them to the floor.

she pressed a kiss to your lower abdomen before doing the same to your clit, her tongue replacing her lips.

your fingers instantly grabbed hold of her bun as her tongue lapped at your wetness over and over, "mmm.." you hummed. bey spread your legs wider, giving her better access.

"ugh..." you moaned, your grip on her bun tightening. her tongue traced slow circles around your clit, starting to suck softly.

your head fell back against the covers in pleasure "yes..fuck..."

every flick of her tongue had you whimpering and your toes curling, your other hand clenching the bedsheets. "mmph..right there.." the desperate sound came.

bey flattened her tongue to lap broad stokes against your clit, sucking rhythmically until the feeling bordered on overstimulating. your thighs trembled around her head.

"ahh—oh god.." you choked out in a broken moan, back arching off the bed. she was hitting all the right spots.

your legs shook more as the pleasure became more intense, your hips bucking involuntarily against her face. "oh fuck, bey..yes" you moaned. your insides felt like they were on fire, the heaviness in your stomach building.

your entire body seized up as you came, a desperate cry ripping from your throat, your breathing erratic.

bey came up to lay next to you. "you look so pretty when you cum" she said. you looked over at her, grinning before kissing her.

you both took showers and put your clothes back on. you bid bey farewell and headed home, promising you'd do it again the next time you saw each other.

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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.

you looked up at her "no" you said, kissing her.