Yoncé & Y/n

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by Champange7

by Champange7

"Day 35 of the Bonnie and Claude couple and they've made their 56th bank robbery in downtown Atlanta." The news sounded off in the background as I braided Beyoncé's hair. "Baby, you think we should hit the mall before we go out to lunch?" Beyonce said to me as she had a blunt resting on the side of her mouth. "I don't know daddy. I do want these new Louboutin Heels though." I kissed Beyoncé earlobe gently and watched more of the news and chuckled. We made it all the way to Cuba and they still can't find us... lame ass feds.

"Ma." Beyoncé caught my attention when we heard footsteps creeping towards our room. I quickly got up and grabbed my gun as Beyoncé did the same. "POLICE OPEN UP!" We heard a loud man scream into our hotel room. I quickly shot once at the door, before jumping out the window and landing on top of our car. We parked it here on purpose. Beyoncé soon followed and hopped in the drivers seat while I got into the passenger.

"Ouuuu this is so much fun I swear!" I giggled and laid back my seat in our G-Class Mercedes. "Baby, what did I tell you about putting your feet on my fucking dashboard." Beyoncé pinched my calf causing me to flinch and pout. "Whatever B." I rolled my eyes and looked out the window seeing the cops were chasing us. "Stop by the warehouse so we can switch cars dummy." I thumped Beyoncé in the back of her neck causing her to groan and grip my neck. "Stop testing me Y/n Knowles or I'll turn this whole car around and take yo ass to them." Beyoncé choked me harshly causing me to get soaked and bit my lip at her.

"Whatever you say daddy, you're the boss." A bitchy one too. I put my hand in my pants and fondled with my clit causing me to moan and look at Beyoncé with a goofy grin. "Why do you always masturbate when we're getting chased by the police." Beyonce chuckled and replaced my hand with hers. "Fuuuccccckkk, because it's fun and brings a better thrill to my orgasms. Like when you almost got caught fucking in yo granny house, remember that? Mama Tina whooped our asses for that." I giggled at the thought but stopped when she pulled into the warehouse secretly somehow not catching the attention of the cops.

"This is not the time for you to be reminiscing. Let's get our shit so we can go to Venezuela." Beyoncé pulled me out the car kissing me on the lips softly. "Whatever you say daddy." I looked up at her biting my lip. She chuckled and headed to the basement where we keep our clothes. "ITS A PARTY ITS A PARTY ITS A PARTY YAAAAAHHHHH!" Wayne came in with the rest of the squad yelling and dancing. "Dis why we don't bring em along." Robyn held Onika's hand and walked over to me. "Yeah y'all niggas loud as fuck." Zendaya walked in on her computer, probably programming some shit. "Hiii baby!" I cheesed at her and walked up to her kissing her cheek. "Hi mom." She rolled her eyes at my motherly antics.

"When are you going to have kids and stop treating Daya like your child?! Y'all are only 2 years apart." Onika cackled while eating grapes out her Burkin. "When you stop asking me to eat you out again." Everyone ouuu'd and laughed but Onika looked at me deadly causing me to fake moan and bite my lip. "BABY!" Beyoncé yelled at me and came in storming towards me. "Ye-" She gripped my neck tightly and gave me the most evil stare. "Aye y'all calm do-" "YOU SPENT 60,000 DOLLARS IN CHANEL AND DIDN'T TELL ME?!" Beyoncé choked me tighter causing me to try and pull her away. Robyn came over and pulled Beyoncé off. I gasped for air and looked at Beyoncé like I wanted to kill her. I launched at her and began pulling her hair. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT GRABBING ME LIKE THAT?!" Wayne, August and Chris began trying to pull me off her but I was holding this little blonde bitch with all my might. "LET HER GO Y/N!" Onika screamed at me and pulled me.

Beyoncé gripped my arm tightly and pulled me upstairs to where the bedrooms were. "You keep spending money and not telling me Y/n. This has to end." Beyonce quickly pulled down her nike tech fleece and crawled on top of me. "But baby, our net worth is 957.3 Million dollars! What the fuck is 60,000 dollars to you? Loose change?!" I whined and angrily tried to crawl from under her. She pulled me back down and pinned my arms above my head. "Bey..." I whimpered and looked up at her. "Baby boo." She called me my nickname smiling at me. "You're fucking bipolar." I watched as she pulled my pants and massage my clit through my panties. "Dadddyyy!" I cried out her name as she kissed my neck sensually. "I love you baby. I just don't like it when you spend money without me knowing. It makes daddy unhappy." Beyonce pulled my panties to the side and I felt her tip rub slowly against my swollen clit.

"Now daddy has to punish you and I don't like it when I have to do that." Beyonce slowly slid inside of me causing me to moan loudly and flinch away from her. "You've taken it for the past 7 years. Don't try to run way now." Beyonce lowly spoke into my ear causing my pussy to leak even more. "Bey Bey." I whispered as that was the loudest I could speak. "Hmm?" She picked me up and cradled me into her arms before pounding into me unexpectedly. "FUCK! BEYONCE!" I screamed and held onto her back tightly most lightly breaking skin from my freshly done nails.

"Y/n you've spent my money. Killed my workers. And threatened too many people for you to be actin' up the way you do. I give you good dick, everything you want and more and you still disobey me. Do you want me to beat your ass. Is that what you want, huh?" Beyonce didn't hold back as with each word she would pound into me harder. "No no no no daddy! I'm sorry baby! I-I'm sorry!" Beyonce chuckled into my ear and continued to drill me with no remorse. "You can't cum I hope you know that."

Shit.

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