Beyoncé and Kelly One Shots

Birthday Seggs

Excuse errors...

Kelly

"Damn auntie..." I bite my lip as she walks by.

"Girl bye. Go get your mom." She laughs, sitting at the island.

"What do I get out of it?"

"Does your mother know you talk like this?"

"You act like I said a curse word. I'm 17 about to be 18. You'll be fine."

"Go get... your mother."

"What can I get for getting her?" I stand in front of her, putting my hands on her thighs. Whew her thighs. I just wanna suffocate in them. She's not my real aunt. Or family, she's just my moms best friend. And fine as hell. I lick my lips, eyeing her thighs.

"A hug. Go."

"A hug? Not even a kiss on the cheek?" I look up at her, smirking.

"You're pushing it."

"BeyBey..." I pout, sliding my hands a bit higher.

"Kelly, move."

"I really don't want to." I move them higher, making her gasp and look around.

"Kelly, your mom would kill me." She goes to move my hands but stops.

"What? Move them..."

"It's gonna look bad." She grabs the chair as I rub her pelvic bone.

"Kelly. Stop it. Now." I smirk, leaning into her. Bey jumps up and turns her head from me.

"Go get your mom." She says sternly.

"Okay." I smirk.

"Hey mom?" I knock on her door.

"What's up?"

"Bey's downstairs."

"Did you touch her?" She says, glaring at me.

"A little."

"Stop! Tryna get her locked up." When she said stop, she plucked my forehead.

"Ouch!" I groan, rolling my eyes.

"Go to your room."

"Fine." I go in my room and watch SpongeBob. The Monk comes on and I laugh at his one liner.

"Kelly?" I hear Bey.

"Come in." I sit up.

"Hey, I'm finna leave. I love you lil girl." I walk to her.

"I love you too." I give her a hug and smell her perfume.

"You smell so good..." I bite my lip, basking in her perfume.

"Move." She laughs a bit.

"What do you have on?" I grab her waist.

"I don't remember."

"Wear it more often." I put my face in her neck and she gasps.

"Calm down." I let my lips linger on her skin before softly kissing it.

"Get off." She tries to push me but I grip her waist. I bite her neck and she gasps again. I walk her backwards to the wall and she tugs on my arms.

"Stop." I eye her outfit and bite my lip.

"I don't think I should." I bite down her neck.

"The door is open." She whispers.

"Your only concern is the door?"