i bagged ya bitch in fashion nova
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Onika Tanya Maraj
November 14
Queens, New York
Beyoncé opened the door for me then closed it when I got in. She got in on her side then looked over at me.
"What?" I asked absentmindedly. I was on my phone, trying to figure out my schedule. Covering shifts were so annoying, especially for people who only need it to be covered because they were out getting drunk the night before.
"Put yo phone down." She snatched it from me.
"Beyoncé give it back, seriously. I'm working."
"Not right now you not." Since she didn't have any pockets, she dropped it inside her sweatpants and smiled at me. "I'll even do the same thing to mine. But if I'm taking you on a date, I'm gonna need all of your attention."
"I'm not scared to go get my damn phone. The hell?"
"You worried about your phone right now? Still?"
"I thought that was obvious."
"You want it? You come get it and I'm not letting you touch me." She leaned back.
She got me fucked up like I've never seen or touched a dick before.
I tried to go down her pants but she slapped my hand away. "I ain't got no underwear on."
"My phone Beyoncé."
"You ain't getting it." She started driving and I sighed. Didn't know where we were going, didn't give a damn, I just wanted my phone.
"Onika lose the attitude, you gon' feel better by the end of the night. Plus I'm not pulling my phone out once tonight."
"Whatever." I sucked my teeth, sitting back.
The car stopped in front of the bowling alley. "I don't bowl." I said with an attitude.
"Good thing we ain't bowling." She got out then reached in her pants, pulling out my phone. She put it inside the arm rest then came on my side to open my door.
I got out and crossed my arms. "Where yo phone at?"
"In there with yours, come on girl." She grabbed my hand, we both walked in the alley.
I stood behind her and spaced out as she paid. She held her hand out for me to grab, walking with me to the other side where the arcade was.
"I know we not playing arcade games."
"Girl if you don't be yo ass quiet."
"Oop." I shut up.
Someone opened the door to something and we both walked in. My white crop top glowed and her t-shirt did as well.
"What we doing?"
"Laser tag, I'm 'bout to tear yo ass up."
"Nah, I can work my way around a laser gun."
"I can work my way around a real one so wassup?" She got in my face playfully while the instructions played in the background.
"Come here." I wrapped my arms around her neck, kissing her softly.
She pulled away with a smile on her face. "Warming up to a nigga, I like that."
"Don't think about it too much, you just got nice lips."
"Mhm."
The instructor gave us our guns and Beyoncé told him to put us on dark mode. My eyes bulged out of my head. Dark mode?
As soon as we went in, Beyoncé ran. It took about two minutes for the lady over the speakers to tell us the game was on. Almost immediately, my best went off for five seconds.
"Fuck. Where that bitch at?" I scurried around the lower floor before I found her up top, looking around.
I shot her and when she couldn't find me, I shot her again. "Yeah bitch."
We went back and forth shooting each other for like ten minutes. She was good. She had me squatting and rolling and shit. Probably fucked up my hair.
When we were done, I didn't even look at her, I was too focused on the scoreboard. I sucked my teeth once I saw that she'd won.
"Yeah! Like I said, I works my way around them choppas nigga. I whooped yo ass!" She pointed at me.
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, I wanna go again."
"I got you."
We went two more times and she won one of them, making her the winner anyway. I wasn't even focused on it though, I was so tired from those damn games.
"Tell me I'm the winner!" She yelled as we walked back to the car.
"Beyoncé shut up."
She opened the door for me. "I'm just saying. You was talking all that shit and still lost."
She got in and turned to me, bragging about her winning.
I nodded my head. I spit in my hand and she looked at me with her nose turned up.
"I hope you gon' wash that."
"Shut up Beyoncé." I put my hand down her sweatpants.
"Yo phone ain't down there no more."
"Stop talking." I grabbed her face and made her look me in my eyes with my forehead against hers. "I don't wanna hear nothing. No whimpers, no moans, nothing."
She nodded. I stroked her softly, pecking her lips. I sped up my pace and I could see her refraining from moaning. I felt her throbbing in my hand.
"Ba-"
"I will stop." I warned her.
"Please don't stop." She begged.
She kissed me again, this time much more passionately, shutting her eyes. She moaned in my mouth but I didn't stop. I bit into her bottom lip.
Her lips trembled gently and she groaned loud before cumming in my hand.
I pulled back, taking my hand out. I licked all of my fingers and my palm. She watched me with lust in her eyes.
"You so nasty." She whispered.
"Here. Come taste it." I grabbed her face and slipped my tongue in her mouth before our lips could even touch.
"I thought you was a virgin." She was staring at me with half open eyes. "Don't virgins like know nothing?"
"I am and not this virgin. I know a lot more than you think."
"Shit, obviously."
"You look drunk." I laughed lightly.
"On you, yeah."
"I'm hungry." I yawned and sat back. "I need to wash my hands too."
"Yo- I- Yeah. What you wanna eat?"
"You pick, I don't care." I yawned.
She nodded her head and took me to Di Fara pizza. I immediately went to wash my hands. I came back and sat across from Beyoncé. She was just staring at me like I was food or something.
"Beyoncé stop looking at me like that."
"You not 'bout to make me- You know what? We gon' talk about that later."
"No we not." I laughed.
The rest of the date went well. After we ate, she took me to the canal and we talked about everything under the sun.
Sometimes I feel like I get through to Beyoncé just by being a woman that isn't thirsty for her. That'll never be me. Thirsty over another person who bleeds the same way that I do.
We were on our way back to my house. When we got there, she got eager and leaned in for a kiss. I pushed her back quickly.
"What you doing?"
"Nic, come on, we had a good night and everything." She wasn't wrong. The night was so good, I was just getting home and it's midnight.
Despite everything, Beyoncé sure did know how to plan a date. She knew how to have fun and I liked that. I also liked that face she made when she came. Very sexy.
"We did."
"So let me kiss you." The way she was looking at me was the same way those hoes looked at her.
"Why you want me so bad Beyoncé?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. It's something about the fact that you be having me on your time thats attractive for real."
"Any bitch could do that."
"Nah, not even. I wouldn't give a bitch the chance to. But you? I don't know Nic. You don't need me and if I was to leave your life right now, you'd pick up the pieces and go on with that shit. It's just something about a woman that want you but don't need you." She expressed and now I was looking at her the way these hoes do.
I knocked it off though. "I guess you can get a kiss." I pressed my lips against hers.
She pulled away. "Oh and I know you a freak."
"Shut the hell up."
She opened the door after she got out and walked me to the door.
"I'll see you soon beautiful."
"Okay." I smiled and walked in the house.
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double update just 'cause today's bey's beyday && .. this a nasty lil chapter 🥴