Sapphic NSFW Beyoncé oneshots. Because lesbi honest, we all want her. These will be explicit so please be prepared. 18+ *very mature content, heavy BDSM etc*
Please do not read if that's not your thing.
Let me know who else you want me to write about, I'm kind of obsessed with Meg rn. Seeing her live was an experience!
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Megan dug her nails into the soft upholstery of the chair, the ache in her pussy spreading through her whole body. The sight of Beyoncé's thighs across the table made her skin ripple with goosebumps. She squeezed her thighs together, before lifting up her latte to distract herself from the throbbing between her thighs.
Around her, the coffee shop bustled with life. But in Megan's world, only Beyoncé existed, her long brown legs spilling from her short skirt. Her outfit was cute today and Megan couldn't stop staring and thinking about taking it off.
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"Meg, is everything okay? You don't seem like yourself," Beyoncé whispered, crossing her legs in that way she had mastered. Megan only bit her lip harder before she attempted to look up and away from those legs.
Her eyes locked onto Beyoncé's cleavage. Her lips parted and the room suddenly felt even hotter. Her brain screamed at her to chill but between her thighs she knew what she wanted. She blamed Beyoncé's silky-smooth legs, her shapely thighs beneath this skirt she was wearing. And that perfume – damn, that scent was like if honey had pheromones designed just to attract her.
"Meg?" Beyoncé said, startling her from her heavy haze of lust. With a strangled groan, Megan leaned towards Beyoncé, her breasts pressing against the table as she got closer.
"I need to fuck you." She whispered with all the air that was left in her lungs. Her voice trembled under the weight of her desire, her lust escaping in hot, ragged breaths.
Beyoncé's eyes widened. She looked around the coffee shop, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Meg, not here!" she protested, but it was weak. Her words had no power over Megan's raging desire. In one swift motion, Megan placed a hand on Beyoncé's thigh. She needed her badly, the heat was swelling inside of her.
She slowly caressed Beyoncé's thighs, her hand moving higher with each passing second. "Beyoncé, you don't know what you do to me," Megan whispered. She was growing even more desperate for Beyoncé. There was something about her that Megan found insanely addictive.
Her hands trailed over the outline of Beyoncé's legs, the curves of her hips, slowly reaching beneath her skirt. Beyoncé's breath hitched, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.
"Baby stop," she said, her voice low and husky, but with no conviction. Beyoncé knew Megan would start right there if she didn't do something to stop her already. Her flushed skin grew even hotter, struggling to resist her own growing desire. Megan was so sexy when she acted like this.
"Look at me Beyoncé" Megan said as she gripped her chin. Beyoncé's eyes were wide as they finally met Meg's. "You're so beautiful, do you know that?" Megan spoke as she looked into those sparkling hazel eyes.
