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.
I'm definitely gonna go back and edit this at some point but it's 1AM and I'm tired. Just saw the pictures and felt like I had to put this out 😭. Hope y'all like it. It's definitely not my best
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The older woman offered Megan a drink — whiskey which she watched her pour, biting her lips as she did. Megan wasn't a drinker but she wanted something to loosen her nerves. With every drop she felt herself become more and more attracted to the woman. The swell of her breasts, the simplicity of her outfit and the small of her back and the softness of her body as she completed such a simple task.
"Thanks," Megan said and took the glass from her hand. The woman nodded and took her own glass of whiskey in her hands before taking a seat as Megan stood awkwardly watching her.
"What's your name?" she asked and stared at her blank face. Megan was not like this with other girls. She was usually confident, usually the life of the party. But this woman made her shy. She was so different to anyone she'd meet before and it wasn't just the age gap, that made her think that. "I'm Giselle by the way. You don't look old enough to be drinking"
"My name is Megan," she managed with a shy smile. The other woman raised a brow. "And I am 29 years old." Megan watched her take another sip of the whiskey.
The way Giselle looked at her sent shivers down her spine. Maybe she should have thought about what she was going to say or do next but she didn't even bother. It felt like Giselle was interviewing her.
Megan had been watching her for some time now. Every time she entered the bar she watched her, wondering who she was, what was on her mind, why she was always there. And now Megan was in her home, drinking her whiskey.
"Why am I here?" Megan asked after a moment of silence.
"You can leave anytime you want," Giselle smirked and leaned backwards.
"I'm not saying that I don't want to stay, but I want to know why I am here."
"I invited you, you said yes" she replied smiling at Megan and crossed her legs, one thigh placed on top of the other. Megan's eyes didn't miss the movement and even she could tell she was being obvious with her staring.
She took a sip of the whiskey, forcing her eyes away and her thoughts were cut off when Giselle spoke once more.
"You like that?" She seemed to follow Megan gaze to the deer head hanging on the wall. Megan swallowed and nodded with a weak smile, hoping Giselle wouldn't notice how hard her heart beat when she looked at the woman's legs legs.
Giselle noticed her shyness and gave a little chuckle which somehow made her feel a little better. "She's a real trophy" the woman spoke and Megan almost gasped thinking about the poor creature on the wall.
"Yeah, she really looks alive... pretty and stuff." Megan's eyes drifted to Giselle and she blushed, feeling like an idiot.
For Beyoncé, the deer heads on her wall weren't just decorations—they were stories. Each mount held a different chapter of her life: the first buck she ever took down with her father's rifle, the first time she hunted alone and came back in one piece, and finally the last time before she gave up hunting for good.
