for you, i try | beynika

8.

ONIKA MARAJ
MARCH 1st, 2022
HOUSTON, TX

"yeah, okay, onika." she sat in the chair, spinning around.

"what are you implying, miss knowles? that i have a crush on the sheriff? you must be absolutely insane." i tried to play it tough, but i couldn't help but to break out into a smile.

"i never said that. all i said was that i heard you had some feelings for me. never specified what kind. you said you didn't like me." she smirked.

"well that's not the truth. i never said i didn't like you. i said maybe there are other feelings about you that i have. which is- true." i looked away from the woman in front of me.

my heart was beating so fast out of my chest. i was afraid of what would come out of her mouth next. more so, what would come out of mine.

love was something i had never received. even as a young child. my mother was always harsh on me, pushing me to unbearable limits, forcing me to do so many things. only for her benefit, never mine.

the only time i can recall feeling loved was when my father around. he loved me dearly, and would go to the end of the earth for me.

but, he left. he was tired of my mother's ways. it broke my heart to watch my father leave me, but he promised to come back.

decades later, he never turned. i still hoped that one day, he'd come back.

i now feel love from my son. he's been my only true love, and i believe he'll always be that.

a piece of me, though, hoped that beyoncé would love me too. but nobody could love a person like me. i didn't love myself. i can't love anyone.

"what are those feelings, onika?" she asked me once more. i hadn't heard her the first time.

"i.. i can't say. i don't think i'm ready for them yet. i don't- i just know that you hold a special spot."

"that's alright. let's just let things flow.. no need to throw a label. we're okay as we are." beyoncé took my hand.

"i don't get it. you've only known me for a little bit, and you understand me better than anyone."

"that's because i'm me. i'm not like everybody else. now, i'll see you at your place tonight. and, i'll be on time. just for my boo." she poked my nose and i slapped her hand away.

she laughed and left my office. i sighed heavily and happily. i felt like i could fly right now. she makes me so happy.

- ✰ -

i opened the door for lauren, she arrived before beyoncé did. i wasn't surprised.

you'd think as sheriff, she'd be punctual. wrong!

i let the woman in and greeted her. "beyoncé will be here soon. so we can catch up until then." i said.

i poured us a glass of wine as we started our conversation. the one on one time with her was great, but i wanted beyoncé here.

i loved my best friend, but i miss my girlfriend.

moments later, beyoncé walks in, using her key to open the door.

"no way! she gets a key before i do? where's the loyalty, onika?" lauren pouted. i laughed.

"you can get a key too, you never asked. plus, she stole it from my desk after i told her it was the spare key." i got up and walked over to bey. i hugged her and she kissed my head.

"exactly. you never know where it could end up. soo, i have it. so it's safe. no other reason." beyoncé cheesed.

"oh, yuck." lauren rolled her eyes.

after awhile, the three of us got ready for our night. we were having a sleepover, so we changed into our pajamas.

i had on my usual pajamas. they were black and made of silk. i left my top unbuttoned slightly, wanting to be comfortable but also give the sheriff something to look at.

thinking of her, she came out of the guest room dressed in lounge wear. i practically drooled. don't get me wrong, i love her in uniform. but something about her in comfortable clothes made beyoncé even more attractive to me.

she wore her sweatpants with a slight sag to them, giving me a view of what she was working with back there. and she, indeed, had a lot.

she moved her long hair to the side, looking at me.

"what's up?" she asked me, licking her lips.

"you just.. nothing." i couldn't put together any words. i was stunned. beyoncé is way too fine.

lauren came from my bedroom in her pajamas. her pajama set was similar to mine. a matching silk top and matching silk shorts. i caught beyoncé staring at her. more so her ass.

i picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at her. she looked up at me confused.

i gave her a look, questioning what she was looking at, and i knew she caught onto it. she raised her hands in defeat then walked over to me.

she leaned down and kissed me. she sat down on the couch, pulling me into her lap. i was straddling her. so she grabbed my thighs then ran her hands to my ass. she gripped it.

"mhmm." i hummed in satisfaction, accepting her little apology.

"get a room, you sluts!" lauren gagged.

"shut up, you know you're into it." beyonce commented.

"you're right." lauren responded and we all laughed.

i got off of beyoncé's lap, sitting next to her.

beyoncé rested her hands inside her sweatpants, leaning back in the seat, her legs open.

she's basically asking to be seduced.

"if you weren't with onika, you'd be with me." lauren joked. i almost slapped her.

i kicked her ankle and she winced.

"onika, relax. i appreciate the compliment. truthfully, i don't belong to anyone. so i will accept that compliment. but, if you want to keep both of your eyes, i wouldn't say another word." beyoncé said and i almost slapped her yellow ass.

she knows she belongs to me.

lauren just sighed. "it's almost sickening watching you two."

the three of us enjoyed drinks, snacks and movies together. it felt amazing being with the two people who enjoy me most.

beyoncé took another shot, then looked over at me. i definitely wasn't a lightweight, but i felt drunker than ever. i looked back at her.

"fuck you looking at?" beyoncé bucked at me. i bucked back.

"you, nigga." i sassed and i gently pushed her.

"you ain't bout it."

"oh okay." i stood up, and she did the same.

lauren looked over at us. "yall will just end up fucking so sit down."

i eyed beyoncé and she did the same. her being taller, i was directly at her neck and chest. it was much more intimidating having her stare at me like she was. the tension quickly became heated and sexual.

"or maybe don't sit down. i kinda wanna see this." lauren bit her lip.
i heard her remark, but ignored it.

i groaned, backing down, knowing i lost this little battle of ours. i threw a pillow at her. beyoncé chuckled, sitting back down.

"i told you you weren't about it. now stop playing with me, onika." she told me.

"okay daddy." i responded then sat down. you don't have to tell me twice.

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a/n: umm yall are gonna be maaadd for what's coming up...