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Onika Maraj Bey's Home
July 21, 2025
I stood at the sink, brushing my teeth, trying to ignore the thick silence that had filled the house for the past week. It felt like everyone was walking on eggshells, keeping to themselves, even during simple things like getting ready for work.
I heard the shower turn off, and out stepped Beyoncé, drying herself off before she walked up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist, her body warm against mine.
"I don't want to fight with you anymore," she murmured into my ear, her voice softer than it had been in days.
I rinsed out my mouth, trying to keep my voice steady.
"We're not fighting," I said, but we both knew the tension was still there, lingering.
Beyoncé held me a little tighter, pressing her forehead to my shoulder. "I'm sorry for how I spoke to you... and for implying that Blue is only mine. I was angry, and I took it out on you. I shouldn't have done that."
I took a deep breath, turning slightly to look at her. "I forgive you, Bey. I know you didn't mean it like that, but you've got to work on your delivery when you're mad. You don't need to lash out to get your point across."
She nodded against my shoulder, her voice sincere. "You're right. I promise I'll do better. I don't want to push you away."
I let out a small sigh, finally letting some of my own tension slip away. "Okay, then. Let's just move forward."
She pulled back slightly, meeting my eyes in the mirror, a hopeful smile tugging at her lips.
"Does that mean I can get a kiss now?"
I raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on my face. "Do you deserve it?"
She chuckled softly, leaning closer. "I think I do... but I'll let you decide."
I couldn't help but smile, leaning in to press my lips gently against hers, a small kiss that felt like a step toward mending everything that had been broken in the past week.
I felt her dick harden against me under the towel as we kissed, and I couldn't help but pull back with a grin.
"You need to handle that," I teased, glancing down, my eyebrow arching.
Beyoncé gave me that look, the one she knew got to me, then dropped her towel to the floor without a second thought. It sprang out, and she took a step closer, her voice low and full of that teasing tone.
"Can you?"
I shook my head, letting out a laugh as I took a step back.
"Oh, I don't think so. You definitely don't deserve no pussy from me after all that," I shot back, keeping my smirk in place, making sure she knew I wasn't giving in that easily.
