Anya Taylor-Joy Imagines (Includes her characters)

Beth Harmon - Drunk (Beth x Fem Reader) SMUT!

I was drowning from everything, chess, family, and money problems. It was fifth time going to the Las Vegas tournament, I had won most of my games so far, and it was the second day. I would be playing Beth Harmon for my last game, and I couldn't tell you how nervous I was. I needed a drink, I swore to myself to stop drinking but I can't seem to stop the habit-or more like addiction.

Stepping down from my hotel room, I sloppily walk down to the sumptuous bar in the hotel. I scope out the place and decide to sit in the corner with one empty seat open. With it being a Saturday, the bar was packed. I mean it was Las Vegas, of course there would be drinkers of all sorts in this place. Patiently I waited for the bartender to ask for my drink, but I couldn't help notice the magazine in front of me. "Chess Review" A name I was all too familiar with. It was the cover that intrigued me. Elizabeth Harmon. One of the best, if not the best American chess player. She was elegant, beautiful, and mature. She was one year younger than me from what I knew, but I was so intimidated by her. I wasn't sure if it was her beauty or her strength among all of these men in the chess world, but it turned me on.

"M'am." A faint voice brought me back from my thoughts.

My eyes followed the unfamiliar voice to the bartender. He was trying to get my attention seemed like for a while.

"Oh, um. I'm sorry about that. May I have a Gibson, and a Anheuser-Busch please." I apologize.

The bartender nods his head, and goes off to make my drinks. I stare at the magazine cover with Elizabeth's eyes staring back. I analyze her features, healthy red-hair and piercing round eyes. Internally I sigh, and push the magazine away from my view. Maybe I was thinking too much-

"I see you we're staring at me"

I turn around to see the one and only Elizabeth Fucking Harmon.

"Harmon-" I choke on my words I little taken back.

"Well hello to you" She says sitting down at the open seat next to me, "You're Y/n L/n?"

"Yeah, I am." I respond still trying to cool down from the shock of her finding me admiring her on a magazine.

"I know we're competing together tomorrow, but I never got to meet you or even talk to you. I know how hard it gets especially for us; being the only real women chess players."

"I agree, really I was even more nervous to go against you." I utter sipping my Gibson.

Elizabeth has already drank a beer, and was ordering another by the time I finish my Gibson. I finally moved onto my beer, but I was what you considered a "lightweight." Meaning I got drunk easily. As Elizabeth and I conversed more I realized all my nerve was gone. I didn't know if it was from me being drunk, or that I was talking to Beth Harmon. Probably both. Without any time to think my hand uncontrollably went out and touched her hair.

"I like your hair." I slur.

She giggles, grabbing my hand and holding it.

"Do you maybe want to go up to my hotel room?" She smiles.

"Sure."

We were both drunk. At Least that's what I say...

Upon entering the room, my mind was racing. I somehow sobered up from the time we walked out of the bar to her room. I copied her, and took my shoes off and sat with her on her bed. It was silent, but a comfortable silence. Until I felt her hand on my thigh. I gasped in shock trying to process what is happening but am cut off with lips connecting to mine. It takes me awhile to realize what happened, but as soon as I do, I kiss back.

"I always thought you were gorgeous Beth." I say in between kisses. She smiles against my lips. Before I know it I feel her hand slip into my waistband of my jeans. "Is this really happening, is this really happening!?" My mind raced with those thoughts, I never thought I was the type to do this. But here I am. My mind finally clears, and I was back to reality. The reality where Beth Harmon was half naked in-front of me. I gulp, and began to take of my sweater, and then camisole. I felt vulnerable, but comfortable under her gaze. I didn't feel insecure, but more safe.

"You're beautiful Y/N..." Beth whispers as she kisses my neck.

I lean my head back giving her more access to my neck, but as I do a moan slips out of accident. I immediately turn even more bright red, when Beth starts unclipping my bra exposing my whole body to her. I gasp at the cold air hitting my skin, and I look at Beth admiring my figure. She takes off all the clothes, and I follow with the little amount I still had on. With this, my heart was going one-hundred mile per hour. That's what it felt like. We sit there for about thirty seconds admiring each other until Beth crawls on top of me. I lay on the bed looking at Beth when I feel two fingers slid inside me. I gasp at the touch, when I'm overcome with pleasure as her fingers curl inside me and build up speed. She starts to go deeper and faster, as her long fingers hit the right spot everytime. I was close, and she knew it. Right when I was about to release she stopped.

"Wha-" I mumble confused from the immediate loss of touch.

Beth flips me so I'm on top of her now. I knew what she wanted. I look at her face, with her hair in a mess. I've only seen Harmon with perfect styled hair, and in elegant clothes. I brought my thumb down, and rubbed her clit slowly. Beth's moans filled the room, as I slipped two fingers inside her. I slowly started to push in and out of her with my fingers.

"Faster."

I obey and began to pump my fingers in and out of her faster and deep, while my other hand caresses her body. Just the sight of Beth gave me pleasure. The way her eyes rolled back all under my control. I felt her walls tighten around my fingers, her back arched, and eyes rolled.

"Y/N!" Beth screamed into my mouth as I kissed her.

We fall onto the bed next to each other still panting from what happened only seconds before.

"That was amazing." Beth says and kisses my cheek.