Look, I know girls love Beyoncé.
Girls love to fuck with your conscience.
Girls hate when n*ggas go missing.
And shawty, you ain't no different.
Onika (G!P)
Completed.
"Beyoncé!" Onika shouted from the living room. She had just gotten home maybe a few minutes ago. A large bouquet of roses in her hand, she finished work a little early so she could take bey out.
This date, was definitely a little unexpected but Onika would do anything for Beyoncé. So she didn't mind a date if that's what made her happy. She bit her bottom lip checking her phone. They had reservations at some steak out for 9 o clock.
It was currently going on 8:29 Beyoncé still wasn't out the bedroom yet. Onika was getting a little worried but then she remembered. Beyoncé loved glam and all that extra shit. So she was probably still doing her makeup or whatever.
But onika was tired of waiting she hadn't seen her girlfriend all day. She knocked on their bedroom door waiting for a response which she didn't get. She was seconds away from opening the door when Beyoncé finally spoke.
"Wait! I don't want you to see me yet." Onika's eyebrows furrowed chuckling a bit.
"Baby we gotta go, I was gonna see you regardless what's up?" She spoke into the door, now she was trying to be nosy opening it a little.
"Baby! I'm serious you're gonna make me change!" Okay now Onika didn't care anymore she just opened the door.
"I'm not gonna make you change you can— woah..." Onika felt like her brain stopped working as she drooled over Beyoncés outfit.
Beyoncé giggled nervously sliding a piece of hair behind her ear. Her hair was straightened into a middle part with one of Onika's chains on. She had on light make up which Onika always loved. But what it really was— it was the dress.
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It hardly covered anything— Beyoncé had to keep pulling it down as she moved. She was growing red as onika just stared not saying anything. It was hard to read her expression because she just froze.
Onika was just focused on her dress making Beyoncé scuttle towards her. She stuck her bottom lip out holding Onika's arm. She was trying to get her to say something, anything but she was just quiet.
"Baby, I can change if you want me to." Onika licked her bottom lip shaking her head. Her eyes observing Beyoncés face. Staring at her lips, the dimple in her cheek. Her everything.
Beyoncé chewed on her bottom lip trying to ignore the tingly feeling she had in her stomach. Onika's eyes were hazy and lust filled, she knew this would happen. She needed to stop her before they didn't leave the apartment.
"Are these for me?" She quickly tried to change the subject but Onika wasn't having it. She wrapped her free arm around Beyoncés waist tugging down on her dress some.
