G!P READER ONESHOTS AND IMAGINES

Bend and Snap

2003

Moans rang through the studio, the vocalizations could be heard from the other accompanying rooms across the building. Her mouth was open unbidden and she couldn't stop the pleasure that was seeping into her muscles.

It wasn't her fault that Y/n always seemed to find the one spot that made her tingle. The other woman had her on her back with her legs sandwiching her head and even though it was uncomfortable at first it felt way too good to complain. Y/n just so happened to be right on top of her, holding one of those legs down while the other was left alone.

"I don't know if I can take anymore." She rushes out in one breath.

"Come on, you're doing so good. It's going to feel so good in a few more seconds." Y/n soothingly says while moving her hands lower.

Another moan tore through her throat when her thigh was pushed down even harder. Physical therapy was something that she had never consideredi until touring had finally taken its toll on her. The constant traveling and even more constant gigs where she danced and jumped around on stage for hours were wearing down her body and Y/n was the answer.

She came highly recommended and once they met, the rest was history.

(3 months ago)

Beyoncé pushed the glass door in and was immediately hit with a rush of cool air conditioning. She could hear some pop music softly playing in the background of the otherwise empty studio.

A woman comes out from the back and their eyes immediately lock and in no time she was making large strides towards her with a huge smile on her face.

"You must be Beyoncé. My name is Y/n and I'm a huge fan. I can't wait for us to work on that body of yours." The raspy tone of her voice took her aback and the accompanying blinding smile left her half dizzy.

Before she could get a word in, Y/n was immediately hugging her while wearing the most crotch hugging shorts that had ever existed and a thin cloth that could maybe possibly be considered a sports bra.

Once she was released from a gentle but all encompassing hold the other woman held her large hand out.

"Umm.. Yeah, I'm Beyoncé." she stumbled and cursed herself for blatantly displaying her flustered mental state. Y/n chuckled and kept patting the hand extended to her after the initial introduction.

"I know you must get this a lot so I won't go all fan crazy on you but just know I was strutting my stuff to 'Bootylicious' when I was on my college dance team." Y/n expressed while trying to keep eye contact but Beyoncé's hazel eyes only ever got as high as her mouth before dropping down somewhere else.
It was hard to imagine this 6 foot plus, decently muscled, and frankly attractive as fuck woman, dancing around to her groups music.

In all of her 22 years Beyoncé had never met anyone this attractive. It was like looking at the human embodiment of sexuality, the sweat rivulets dripping from the other woman's neck into the collar of her top was becoming her favorite sight.

"Well, let's get started!" She had clapped her hands and the slap echoed throughout the empty room, the taller woman turned up the soft music playing and she was directed to the yoga mat on the floor. They got down and Y/n started stretching her body out, going in an obviously familiar routine of touches to her full frame with firm strokes and even breathing.

Y/n always asked before touching any new part of her body and the steady, rhythmic motions were lulling her into relaxation. It was only when Y/n had the bottom of her thighs in her grasp that things started heating up. The kneading was getting firmer and her legs were being lifted to accommodate the knots found. She couldn't help but moan and squirm as she got relief from her overworked body.