Miss Honey - Lesbian Beyoncé oneshots

Church girl 2 (Beynika)

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Y'all got me to do a part 2 I can't believe it 😭 it was only supposed to be the one but the comments... I love y'all

Reader discretion advised because I tried not to be disrespectful to anyone's religious beliefs but I'm sorry if anything comes across super offensive, lmk and I'll change it

Now let's get into this church girls groove...

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Beyoncé winked at Onika in the old church building, causing her to tremble and immediately look away. Onika felt her knees to go weak beneath her. They were sat in separate pews but at times they'd each look over. Every time their eyes met, Onika had to look away from fear her chest and inner thighs would explode.

"What's up with you?" Her friend asked as she squirmed, trying to get comfortable in her seat.

Onika brushed it off, taking off her jacket, and blaming it on the heat. As she took it off she noticed Beyoncé staring daggers into her chest. She looked down at the dress she'd worn remembering this dress had been chosen specifically for Beyoncé's eyes. Her cleavage swelled showing off her boobs which had a trickle of sweat running down them due to the weather. She couldn't help that she had such juicy breasts, but she definitely picked this dress to accentuate them.

She wondered, while she sat in church surrounded by the elders and people she respected, whether any of them could see the unholy thoughts that pulsed through her mind. An image of Beyoncé wet for her, fingers flicking through her slippery folds. A picture of Beyoncé pressing her clit to Onikas, lifting her leg as she rode her faster. Then a memory of Beyoncé's words as she thrust her fingers into her.

"I've been wanting to fuck you for so long"

Onika almost whimpered as the memories ripped through her mind. No one should be that sexy in church. Beyoncé's hair was curly and up in a messy bun. She wore simple red lipstick and had one leg crossed over the over. She was grown woman fine and Onika needed her.

She blushed this time when their eyes met again, feeling as though her whole body was on fire. But as she tucked her lips in, Beyoncé's possessive eyes made her put the jacket back on so she wouldn't "break her rules." She ran through them in her mind.
1. No short skirts
2. No flirting
3. No letting others touch her
Technically she wasn't breaking any rules. She never said anything about her boobs and her short skirt was actually a dress.

But Onika knew better than to argue that. The woman was insane but Onika needed her again. She needed to touch her and to feel her, and oh God she needed to taste her. She knew she was going to burst into flames at any moment. She could feel it from the way her body ached with desire. Lust this strong in church had to be a sin - gluttony too if she thought about how she wanted to eat Beyoncé from then until the rapture. Sinning would be worth it if just for those few moments of passion that passed each time their eyes met.

She wondered how Beyoncé would treat her when they spoke, if she'd speak to her nicely or if she'd still be a bitch. She hoped she'd be nice but she didn't care as long as she got to taste her.

Biting her lip, she forced her eyes away from Beyoncé to look elsewhere. She tried to find herself a wholesome distraction. Otherwise she'd be in the bathroom taking care of things, which felt like a worse sin to do in church. She looked at Jesus wrapped in a cloth on the cross. He died for our sins, she thought, one more sin wouldn't hurt. She inhaled sharply and turned towards the pastor. He was a large, suited man with a protruding stomach he couldn't hide. He was the definition of unsexy to Onika, not to mention he was a man. Onika tried to concentrate on the words from his mouth, as he preached. This should've been the perfect distraction. She should've been disgusted watching him, but all she could think of was Beyoncé watching her.