Cursed Beyoncé oneshots

Beynika - Milk

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So this is Beynika and it's actually not that cursed. It's just got a breastfeeding kink and I don't want people to read it and be alarmed 😭

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It hadn't been long since Beyoncé has given birth yet nothing had changed about how Onika looked at her. She couldn't stop watching her. She was so attracted to her. She loved the way her hips swayed, how her breasts had grown; and the way that sometimes she'd have to take an extra breath after climbing stairs. It was all so sexy to her.

"Mrs Carter? Do you need anything?" Onika bit her lip letting the fantasies play out in her mind. Yes, I need you, she imagined sinking to her knees and finally tasting all that the woman had to offer. But she was her boss and that would never happen.

"No I'm okay, thank you" Beyoncé replied, her voice soft yet deeper than it was before.

"Are you sure? I got you some pickles" Onika giggled, pulling the jar from behind her back. She was hired as a nanny but she found herself wanting to help the woman with everything. She wanted to make her life easier.

"Onika youre the best" Beyoncé praised reaching out with a smile to grab the jar.

"Anything for you Mrs C" she bit her lip gently, watching the woman struggle to open the jar. She slipped the jar back into her own hands and opened the lid for the married new mother.

Beyoncé blushed as Onika helped her. She hadn't really tried to open the jar herself but she liked that Onika would always do things for her. Beyoncé thought it was flattering. It was no secret that Onika liked her. It was just an innocent little crush though, and, she was sure that Onika was just playing really. She was trying to make her feel good at a stressful time in her life

"Thanks honey," Beyoncé smiled, letting her hand linger on the jar with Onikas.

"It's okay" Onika bit her lip, looking at the woman, whose hair was in a braided bun. She watched her hop her legs up onto the sofa then cross her legs as she dipped a hand into the jar. It was the cutest image Onika had ever seen. She seemed so immersed in whatever show she was watching it made Onika interested.

She looked at the screen to see blonde people talking about dragons. Then seconds later two people, she was sure were related, were fucking each other. She raised a brow and glanced at Beyoncé, who was too focused on the show to even register her confusion.

"Let me know if you need anything else," Onika added watching her slip a pickle into her mouth. She watched those lips and wished she could kiss them. She yearned for Beyoncé way more than she should have. She knew this woman was married and unavailable.

But, Beyoncé was her dream woman. Onika liked everything about her. She could see how easy it would be to love her. And she wanted to please her in every way.

Even though the crush wasn't reciprocated, she still couldn't help being there for her. Onika had a crush on her ever since she'd got this job. She remembered during the interview, how much she'd struggled to concentrate. Beyoncé had been pregnant then, but Onikas glances had been flattering. They made her feel sexy at a time when she struggled.

She'd had to excuse herself in the middle of the interview to go pee a million times and Onika just found her endearing. She had continued the interview with her husband. She spoke of her years of experience in childcare as he nodded and wrote things down. When Beyoncé returned, she placed a hand on his leg and nodded at him and then Onika had the job.

"Thanks honey" Beyoncé responded and Onika felt like Cupid had shot her through the chest. Her voice, her accent, her words were everything. She was so beautiful without trying. Onika would've stayed in her presence forever.