#bey

sidenote: i really miss beyonce, i think i might faint if she don’t release anything soon.

pairing: fem!younger!black!y/n x beyonce x jay z

note: everyone is 23+!

synopsis: y/n’s mom valencia st. james is a legendary r&b icon who is corrupted woman and jey and bey plans to put an end to it. loosely based on a otr visual i saw of bey and jey robbing folks.

is this good? you guys seem to like jay z oneshots but idk if you guys mean jayonce or by himself.

beyonce moved through the mansion like she owned the bitch. jay stayed close behind her, eyes on the prize.

valencia st. james.

y/n’s mom, who was a corrupt musician who had been skimming off the top for years, stealing royalties and burying deals that hurt too many people. tonight they came to collect.

the house sat quiet on the outskirts, lights low except for the study where valencia kept her safe. beyonce slipped the lock easy, her fingers working fast. jay pushed the door open and they stepped inside.

papers scattered across the desk, stacks of cash hidden in drawers.

they worked quick, filling bags with what they could carry then the door creaked behind them.

y/n stood there in eyes wide at the sight of the couple in her mom’s office.

“what the fuck,” y/n breathed.

beyonce turned slow, her lips curving into something dangerous and hungry. she didn’t rush. she let her gaze drag down y/n’s body, taking in the way those shorts hugged soft thighs.

jay set the bag down heavy, his presence filling the room like a storm about to break.

“your mama owes us,” jay said low, voice rumbling. “figured we’d take it direct.”

y/n’s was scared but slick turned on. jay stepped closer, his hand coming up to brush a thumb across y/n’s face. beyonce slid in from the side, her breath warm against y/n’s ear.

“you gonna scream for help?” beyonce whispered. “or you gonna be good for us?”

y/n shivered hard. they knew they should run or call out but the pull was too strong. valencia had always been cold, distant, wrapped up in her dirty money.

“i… i won’t say anything,” y/n managed.

beyonce smiled wider. she pressed her body against y/n’s back, hands sliding down to grip hips, pulling y/n back into her.

jay leaned in front, his mouth kissing y/n’s in a rough kiss that felt like control. his tongue pushed deep. y/n moaned into it, hands fisting his shirt without thinking.

they moved y/n toward the big couch in the corner. beyonce peeled her shirt off.

jay dropped to his knees first. his big hands spread y/n’s thighs apart, mouth hot as he licked a long stripe up the inside of one then the other, teasing closer to the heat.

“already wet for us,” he growled against her clothed pussy before yanking her shorts down.

beyonce stayed behind, fingers pinching nipples, rolling them until y/n arched.

her mouth found y/n’s neck, sucking marks that would bruise tomorrow. y/n’s legs trembled as jay buried his face between them, tongue thick and insistent, lapping at the slick folds with nasty hunger.

he sucked the clit hard then softer.

“fuck, jay,” y/n gasped, hips bucking. beyonce laughed.

“he eats pussy like he owns it and tonight he does.”

she reached around, fingers joining jay’s mouth. one slid inside y/n’s tight hole, curling mean while jay kept licking.

beyonce pumped slow at first then faster, adding a second finger that scissored wide. y/n’s juices coated her hand.

they didn’t let y/n come yet. jay stood up and beyonce pulled her fingers free with a pop. they stripped y/n completely then themselves. beyonce’s body was flawless. jay’s dick hung already leaking at the tip.

beyonce pushed y/n onto the couch on all fours.

“ass up, baby.”

y/n obeyed, face flushed. jay moved in front, feeding his dick into y/n’s mouth slow. he groaned as y/n sucked, hollowing cheeks, taking him deeper with each bob.

behind, beyonce spread her wide, tongue diving straight for her ass. she licked circles there, getting it sloppy wet before pushing her tongue inside.

y/n moaned around jay’s dick. beyonce ate her ass like she was starving, fingers back in the pussy, three this time, pounding steady.

“good fucking mouth,” jay praised, hand in y/n’s hair.

beyonce pulled back, wiped her mouth, and grabbed something from her bag. a thick strap-on, black and veined. she buckled it on, the base pressing her own clit. she rubbed the tip against y/n’s soaked entrance.

“you ready to get fucked good baby?” she asked.

y/n nodded around jay’s dick. beyonce pushed in. the fullness made y/n cry out. beyonce started slow, grinding, letting y/n adjust then she picked up, hips snapping, skin slapping loud.

each thrust rocked y/n forward onto jay’s dick, spit and precum everywhere.

jay pulled out after a while, stroking himself as he watched.

“switch.”

they flipped y/n onto back. jay climbed between, lining his dick up. he sank in slow, groaning at the tight heat. beyonce straddled y/n’s face, lowering her wet pussy down. y/n licked eagerly, tasting her sweetness mixed with sweat. beyonce rode her tongue while moaning low.

jay fucked hard now.

“so fucking tight. you were made for this.”

beyonce leaned forward, kissing jay over y/n’s body. their tongues tangled while y/n licked deeper, sucking beyonce’s clit.

they changed positions once more. jay sat on the couch, pulling y/n onto his lap reverse. his dick slid back into her dripping pussy, stretching it open. beyonce knelt in front, licking where they joined, tongue flicking clit and dick at the same time.

“harder,” y/n begged.

jay gripped hips and thrust up brutal, meeting every bounce. beyonce sucked y/n’s clit into her mouth while her fingers teased jay’s balls. y/n came first.

beyonce lapped it up greedy.

jay flipped them again, putting y/n on knees between them. beyonce fucked y/n’s pussy with the strap while jay fed his dick back into the mouth. they used y/n like that, relentless, chasing their own release.

beyonce came grinding the base against her clit, moaning loud. jay followed, pulling out to paint y/n’s tongue.

y/n swallowed what landed in her mouth, the rest dripping down her chin. they collapsed together on the couch, bodies tangled and spent.

the bags of money sat forgotten nearby. beyonce traced lazy circles on y/n’s thigh.

“your mama’s loss is our gain.” jay chuckled low.

“maybe we come back for more sometime.”

y/n smiled tired and satisfied, body aching in the best way.