G!P READER ONESHOTS AND IMAGINES

Drunk N Nasty

There was a low ringing in Y/n's ears as her eyes struggled to adjust in their low position, she was thankfully entirely immersed in a slightly uncomfortable armchair. The woman found herself tucked within one of the various, mildly populated rooms in the large mansion.

The cross-fade was making the whole room spin in a kaleidoscope of colors and the blurs that came with it. Faint ringing randomly transitioned into loud rap music coming from somewhere on the left. A cacophony of voices sonorously sang along or had multiple, overlapping conversations in little huddles at every corner of the house.

If that wasn't jarring enough, a hundred and some change drops onto her lap and she gets a mouthful of wavy blonde hair before the weight can register. Her eyes take in a bent neck and slumped shoulders while her nose can't help but get closer towards the source of expensive shampoo and hair products, with even more sumptuous perfume to compliment.

"Y'alright baby?" Y/n slurred into her wife's ear while leaning in closer to hear her answer.

"Mmmm."

"Is that a yes or no?" Y/n replied a little more clearly as the previous fog over her facilities abated for the time being.

A head lolls before swinging carefully into her direction and space. Bright teeth are flashed at her in a goofy, drunken smile that quickly turns mischievous as Beyoncé glances down at their lower halves stacked together.

"I ain't ever been better." The blonde leans in for a kiss and misses by two inches, it isn't until Y/n's cheek shows too little reciprocation, that Beyoncé finally pulls away and sees her wife's endeared smile and low, barely opened eyes.

Going back in for a second time, Beyoncé keeps her eyes open and stares while the two slot their lips together. In a lazy rhythm that neither feel the need to speed up, they lose themselves in the simple pleasure of making out, it progressively heats up and gets filthier while still being unhurried.

A slow grind had their fronts intimately rubbing together with each downward swing of the shorter woman's hips. Someone was moaning but Y/n couldn't devote the time to figure who it was while her dick pounded and thundered to the beat of her heart, it felt like anymore stimulation would have the poor thing beating out of her chest.

Completely ignoring anyone else's presence, Y/n's right hand slid in between their fronts and her thumb honed in on a needful clit. Immediately a cry wanted to erupt out of Beyoncé's mouth, instead of making a sound she sucked on Y/n's bottom lip and dropped even harder on the warm lap she had made her chair. Encouraged by the obvious expression of restraint, Y/n moved her thumb with more purpose and allowed her middle digit to roam lower towards the weeping cleft of the younger woman.

When her finger entered swiftly on the next downswing it was Y/n who took the initiative and kept Beyoncé lips sealed while her pussy quickly creamed onto the rest of her hand. While quick, the orgasm was intense and allowed Y/n to add her ring finger and better position her hand to thrust and stimulate the clit at the same time.

The change in angles made their actions more obvious but thankfully the people around them were more concerned with getting fucked or fucked up to pay them any real attention. At a certain point Beyoncé couldn't keep up with the energy to kiss, she could only let out puffs of air with the occasional grunt while her pussy clamped down with every curl of the two long digits inside of her.

A shudder runs through the blonde and it's the only indication of another orgasm, as they slow down and share synced heaving breaths. Looking down at their laps an obvious wet spot tainted the majority of Y/n's pants, making her untended erection stick out more against the fabric, stretching and straining the material away from the zipper.