tat' my name on you, girl, so I know it's real. tat' my fuckin' name on you, so I know it's real

beyonce x black!fem!you // inspo pic.

tags: @cravemyhoney || @arielletheemermaidd || @6ultforb3yonc3 || @wlwluva || @saints4record || @soft4bey || @its-medestinyyy || @yeaiamme2

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.”

-age gap B (44) R (24), smut, lots of dirty talk 🤫, power balance (ig?), boss x employee, spanking (😶), uhm and a lot more.

-far warning I can’t write for the life of me so this is poorly written and also this is somewhat mature content but idc if minors interact I’m a minor myself! 🦴🐾

-Beyoncé needed a new secretary not like she was trying to find a new play thing or anything (she definitely was) and the first time she saw you come in her office with a skimpy little dress she knew you were the one (the one she wanted to pound behind her desk more so no less).

-Beyoncé would drop little hints of her attraction towards you like calling you a “good girl” or saying things like “you did so good pretty girl” sometimes even bigger hints quietly like “you look so gorgeous today mommy just wants to bend you over her desk till you’re a whimpering mess” but you never fully heard her (she hoped anyway).

-The first time she fully took you it was over a little error not big like you’d expect no it was little like using the wrong “then” or “than” and you didn’t mean to you really didn’t you were just so tired and your brain was so foggy you didn’t even realize so when Bey called you into her office with that deep southern voice you for sure thought you had been fired until that same voice said “bend over the desk and take your skirt off” you stood there confused and dazed hoping you heard her right “I said bend over so do what I said” and without anymore pondering you did her firm body standing behind you her hands on your ass holding you still than came that first slap on your ass that made you jolt so hard you wanted to cry out of neediness not pain because no would could deny the attraction you had to your boss no one no matter how hard they tried because those long looks of neediness were always obvious maybe not to Beyoncé but for sure to everyone else and to Beyoncé? Beyoncé had to (still does) make sure you were claimed *hers*, hers to own, hers to fuck, hers to hurt, hers to make moan her name, hers to ruin.

-After that day Beyoncé fucked you senseless, you couldn’t walk straight for almost a straight week and *everyone* in the office knew why because Beyoncé had to make sure she made it well know who’s you were and how she took you in every way possible.

-Beyoncés flirting became filthier after that day saying nasty things in front of coworkers making you sit on her lap whispering absolute filth and you? You loved it, loved how it felt to be owned by such a powerful woman who’d whisper stuff in your ear like “does my girl need to be reminded who owns her” or “keep acting like a slut around me and I’ll fuck you like one”.

-Soon it became months of her bending you over her desk making you take all of her strap, making you eat her out under her desk while she talked to her employees, fucking you in every way possible so she can “put” a baby in you, making you walk out her office with stained cheeks from crying and your mascara smudging, telling you to “fucking take it, you begged for it all morning telling me “please momma I’ll be good” so you better be do you hear me?”, having you come to her penthouse so she can fuck you on her balcony ruining you so no one else can have you, “fuck baby you feel so good you’re such a good girl for momma you know that right pretty girl?”, telling you to “keep down” so no one else will hear as she pounds her strap in you while you sit on her lap, hair all nice and pretty for your momma, pounding you anywhere she absolutely can, eating you out as you whine for more while she tells you how much of a “good girl” you are for momma being so quiet.

-Beyoncé’s also very rough (as you can tell) but also passionate she’s not just fucking you she’s making love to you when she’s gentle because only you can draw that out of her.

-Beyoncé started to fall in love with you after a few weeks of getting to know you she always takes you on dates to show you how much she appreciates you, she lets you top when you feel like it (which is rarely but sometimes she’s just so gorgeous you want to ruin her the same way she does you), letting you pick out things from the mall, you even moved in with her so her baby won’t have to pay for anything, she makes you breakfast, and makes sure after she fucks you relentlessly to give you the sweetest after care ever because she doesn’t want her baby to be tired for the rest of the day.

✦ BEYONCE

. coming soon..

✦ JAY Z

. boxer!jay z headcanons (NEW)

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