The title is very self explanatory it's a series of imagines/short Beyoncé stories and oneshots!
The main characters will be Beyoncé & Y/n & Y/n in some stories will be intersex and in others she won't
This story may also include other celebrities...
I lose myself at the softness of her plump lips and her gentle touch, it feels like the world stopped and I once again was a teenager kissing their playground crush for the first time. Her angelic voice breaks me out of my spell as she asks me a question
"May I come stay with you again tonight?"
"Sure"
I hurry up and say so I can quickly reconnect our lips but before we could we hear the door knob jiggle and we both hurriedly pull away from each other. Then her next class of students comes in, this quickly brings me back to reality as the possibility of us getting caught hit me. I grab my things from Bey and say I'll see her later before leaving out.
Skip to after school ....
I sweep up the last bit of trash into the dustpan and into the trash finally finishing up my cleaning, I mean my place wasn't completely dirty but I straightened up just in case. I spray air freshener then light a few candles to scent the air. I go to take a quick shower before Bey shows up.
After my shower I throw on just a pair of sweatpants and a sports bra then I hear a knock on the door, I quickly spray on cologne then go to answer it. Opening the door I'm greeted by Beyoncé and I move to the side to let her in.
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Beyoncé POV
After the whole situation with my husband and Y/N I went all through my day like I normally would before it finally came to an end, I practically ran out of my classroom excited to see Y/n.
But before I do that I need a change of clothes but right now I don't want to go home to do that, luckily my little sister stays not too far from here so I can shower and change there. After changing, having a bite to eat, and just having conversation I think now is a reasonable time to head to her place. Thankfully I have good memory and I can remember the directions to her place.
I pull up and I check myself in the mirror making sure I look good and nothing is out of place, after passing my own inspection I climb out and walk up to her front door. She opens the door In only sweatpants and a sports bra but for some reason I find it extremely attractive, she moves to the side to let me in and as I pass her I run my index fingers down the crevices of her abs.
I make my way to her couch and look at the tv as if I didn't do anything
"Would you like something to drink? I got water, juice, wine"
"After the day I just had, most definitely pop open the bottle of wine" I say with a sigh, but a nice cool glass of wine should do a great job of taking the edge off. I hear things move around before she makes her way to the seat beside me with two wine glasses and a bottle.
"Now I know you maybe a little old so you don't keep up with the latest trends, but this is Taylor Port and it's going viral all over TikTok. So I thought we could try it for the first time together"
She shades but in a joking way, I only chuckle in return because she's right. I don't even know what TikTok is let alone whatever's trending. But I'm down to try anything so "ha ha funny, just pour me a glass" I tell her.
I take a sip expecting something Spectacular but this wine is very light weight, whatever I'll drink it anyway
"So what's up?"
Y/n randomly ask catching me off guard "what you mean?"
"You're being very quiet right now. You've been my professor for four years now and all four years you've seem to have a lot to say"
"What do you want to know?"
"Well obviously what the hell was happening between you and your husband?"
"We had a disagreement" I keep it plain and simple not really wanting to think nor talk about Lyndall right now "the real question is why did you help me? Again."
"I heard a woman in distress"
"So you'll do that for any woman in need?"
"The pretty ones yes"
"So what you saying? I'm pretty?"
"No"
"Girl please. Tell the truth."
"I am. You're not pretty. Because you're more than that"
Hmm, I like the sound of that, but I know Y/n it's probably a hidden meaning behind it "so what am I?"
"I'm not telling you"
She pours us our third glass of wine, I've been so wrapped up in her that I've been absentmindedly sipping throughout our conversation loosing count of how much I've had so far. "Why not"
"Because you're head already big as a motherfucka, and if I'll tell you it'll just get bigger "
She jokes on further. But I know a way to make her talk. I sit my glass on the table in front of us before climbing into her lap before grabbing her face "I want you to look directly at me, and tell me you don't think I'm pretty" I say seductively
In her eyes I can see the internal struggle but she doesn't open her mouth to say anything, so I take it a step further to help her out. I grab her hands and place them on my bare thighs allowing them to roam as they please. I lean in closer making our mouth just inches from each other's "say it" I say in a whisper
"You're not pretty, you're gorgeous. In every sense of the word "
I can't remember the last time my husband took the time to stop and look at me and tell me how good I look, I can't help but need more validation. "Please tell me this isn't the wine talking" I faintly whisper with my eyes closed just waiting for her to say it was.
She lifts my chin making me open my eyes "This is all me Bey"
This fluttery feeling mixed with the alcohol makes me want to risk it all, and I think that's exactly what I want to do! I stand up wanting to give her a little show, but I stumble over my own feet landing flat on my ass. And I'm now humbly reminded of how many glasses I've had. Y/n is hurled over laughing her little heart out at my clumsiness.
"Ok I think it's time for bed"
She laughs out and I don't really want to go to bed but still embarrassed I just agree. I yelp when she suddenly picks me up carrying me to her bedroom, she puts me down to go get me something comfortable before handing me a large T- shirt.
We both get in bed and I immediately fall into a great comfort, the t shirt and the bedsheets are all imbedded in her scent making me relax. She's right beside me but I want to be closer, I move over cuddling more inside her until I'm basically laying on top of her. Then I fall into a deep sleep.
Early the next morning I wake up before Y/n and I take a moment to regain my senses, the events of last night replays in my mind, then the thought of my husband comes into mind. I look over to a sleeping Y/n and I start to wonder exactly what am I doing? And why am I in bed with my student instead of my husband?
I get out her bed as silently as I could and gather my clothes before leaving
