Imagine That (Oneshots)

Just Might (Part 2)

Y'all are so dramatic, and by y'all I mean IAMKORRA so here's the part 2.

Y'all already know how this goes, NSFW! It's a lil raunchy actually. I gotta do a cleanse after this. Also didn't proofread so enter at your own risk fr.

Megan's POV

It's the girl from the front row of the show. I don't know her name, but I know she has money. Beyoncé and I split the money from our stage set and I would estimate that at least one thousand of what we pooled was exclusively from her.

"Hey, Y/N, you asked for a private show?" Beyoncé posed her rhetorical question as she sauntered past me.

Y/N? I immediately cocked an eyebrow at Beyoncé. How does she know her name? That means she has an unfair advantage here and will probably get paid more. Not if I can help it.

"Well," I said and brushed past Beyoncé, "we won't disappoint."

I straddled Y/N's lap with a smile. Her hands immediately snaked around to my backside and squeezed my ass. I let out a low moan and bit my lip. I leaned back a little bit and saw Beyoncé out of my peripheral. She approached the small table next to the armchair, sat down the glasses, and moved on to the screen on the side wall. She selected one of the exclusive playlists for the cloud room and sensual music filled the room.

"'Scuse me baby," I purred to Y/N.

She released me and I stood up with the bottle of chilled champagne still clutched tightly in my hand.

"You ready?" I asked, addressing Beyoncé this time.

She nodded with a smile as I tipped the bottle toward her. She grasped the wire muselet over the champagne cork, untwisted it, and flipped it up. Her eyes darted to me one last time for confirmation. I gave her a nod and she pulled on it, releasing the cork from the bottle. Frothy champagne shot out of the bottle momentarily before becoming a steady flow of bubbles.

Beyoncé sunk down to her knees, the soft cloud-like fluff covering the floor molded around her body. She looked up at me through her eyelashes and opened her mouth. I lowered the bottle's height down to my waist and stepped forward. The stream of liquor filled up her mouth, and overflowed slightly before I tipped it back up. A little bit of the liquid dribbled down Beyoncé's neck.

As she rose from her knees, Beyoncé swallowed and licked her lips suggestively. I stepped up to her and pushed her long blonde hair over her left shoulder. She assumed I was just going to kiss her but I had other plans. My right hand cradled the back of her head and lightly tugged on her hair. Her head tilted back slightly, exposing her neck to me.

My tongue traced up the champagne trail. I reached the pulse point on her neck and sucked, eliciting a gasp and breathy moan from her. I pulled back and let her hair go. Her face was flushed from the pleasure and shock. I leaned back in and kissed her velvety lips. She opened her mouth slightly, allowing my tongue to enter so I could taste the honey flavored gloss on her lips and champagne. For a moments I forgot that we were here on a job, I abandoned my mission of proving that I was better than her at this. I pulled away slightly, tipping my forehead against hers.

An exasperated, "fuck," left her lips, causing me to smirk. For the first time ever, Clifford's bottom bitch was at a loss for words. I would have to tell the girls later, they'd never believe it.