Part 15

Beyoncé wouldn't change a single second of that night she spent between Ryan's legs. She loved having Ryan close, making her feel good, whispering sweet words and telling her how much she wanted her. She even loved being silent in her presence. There was something so alluring about Ryan, something she didn't feel with anyone else. It was a pull she didn't want to ignore.

And so, Ryan was spending more time on the phone. FaceTime with Beyoncé, sexting with Beyoncé, phone calls with Beyoncé. Any time she got alone, she used it to talk to Beyoncé. And Beyoncé wanted to talk to her. Beyoncé wanted her. She made her feel like she was enough.

And since they'd established that neither one of them was sleeping with anyone else, it kind of made sense to masturbate together too. At least that was how Ryan made sense of it in her mind whenever she sent those late night texts.

Beyoncé's messages would look something like "Hi honey, are you available to talk?" Whilst Ryan's were more like "you up? no one's home." Sometimes though, they'd have to text. And for some reason, texting felt even dirtier. Something about writing it out exactly what you wanted or how you were touching yourself felt more intense.

One night, the texts got so dirty that Ryan had to change Beyoncé's name in her phone just in case, anyone ever saw them. She honestly should've changed her name ages ago but luckily no one had ever caught her.

"There's nothing wrong with wanting pleasure, honey," Beyoncé said one night when they were on the phone. Beyoncé's extensive toy collection was something that Ryan almost envied. She had vibrators, dildos, and even a toy that was supposed to emulate scissoring. Beyoncé had showed her explaining how it was supposed to work.

She was so confident with stuff like that, talking about it like it was normal. And she was right, it was normal. Ryan was starting to warm up to the idea of using her words instead of relying on Beyoncé to always just know what she was thinking. She usually did but that wasn't the point.

"So why do you like being called mama?" Ryan asked one late afternoon over FaceTime, remembering how Beyoncé never answered the first time she asked. Beyoncé breathed, realising she wasn't getting out of this like she had before. "I just wondered if it's ever weird for you because... you know? You have a kid."

Beyoncé shook her head no, face scrunching up as she looked at Ryan through the screen. "It's different, the way she... and you... you're both so different. I honestly forget that you even know each other most of the time," Beyoncé ran a hand through her hair thinking. "Besides she calls me 'mom' so it's just not the same at all. God that's disgusting."

Beyoncé looked so grossed out when she thought about that. She'd never really made that connection before. It was just like 'daddy' to her, and no one ever made that weird.

"Sorry I made it weird," Ryan nibbled her lips. Maybe she should've kept her thoughts to herself.

"Why do you like saying it?" Beyoncé raised a brow. It took two for a kink to work so what about it that was getting Ryan off?

Ryan looked down, she hadn't expected Beyoncé to ask her that but now she had to answer the question. "I..." she blushed, pausing before she spoke again. "It's sexy. I like when you tell me what to do and like... take care of me I guess."

"It's not weird for you because you have a mother?"

"Okay fine I get your point," Ryan rolled her eyes. "But you're nothing like my mom which is probably why I like you."

"And you're nothing like my kid," Beyoncé smirked a little more this time. Ryan liked her, it wasn't just sex. She genuinely liked her. The feelings were mutual.

Though they never did anything freaky on camera. It was just conversations and talking dirty to each other. Somehow they knew it was a line neither of them wanted to cross.

At a certain point, they were talking more than they were sexting. Ryan was getting to know that goofy side of Beyoncé that just said things without even thinking. Ryan was sure she didn't even realise how insane some of the things she said were. It was adorable.

And Beyoncé was seeing how not shy Ryan was. She was still shy, of course, but that didn't mean she was a pushover. She loved hearing all of Ryan's stories about cussing people out and not letting them play her. Beyoncé felt almost proud of her. That attitude was sexy.

Ryan was nothing like Brooke, who was probably coddled too much and tended to get others to fight her battles for her. Beyoncé loved her kid but sometimes she wondered if she'd gone wrong.

They both avoided talking about Brooklyn though, only mentioning I her if it was relevant to a story. Beyoncé honestly hated that the two were friends. But maybe it was only weird if they made it weird.

"You should fly here some time," she said, biting her lip between her teeth.

"Hm for what?" Ryan made a face.

"You know what, Ry. You were gonna come rub my toes remember?"

"Ew shut up"

"What? I have great toes," Beyoncé giggled wiggling them. "They have French tips and everything."

Ryan rolled her eyes. "So when you gonna fly me out?"

"Whenever you want honey, I'll book it now if you want."

Ryan smiled, she was nervous and she knew Beyoncé was serious. "I'll have to let you know, my parents are coming up next week remember?" She rolled her eyes.

Beyoncé nodded, biting her teeth, "good luck honey. Just remember not to let them get to you so much."

Ryan shrugged, "yeah I'll be fine."

"You will be," she smiled. "But call me afterwards okay, I wanna hear about it."

"Okay," Ryan smiled. Beyoncé still had those glasses on which meant she was still working. She could see the glow of her laptop in the reflection. "What you working on?"

Beyoncé swallowed, glancing over at the laptop screen. "Oh nothing baby," she pressed her left thumb behind her fingers quickly. "Just client stuff." She shrugged.

Ryan hummed. It seemed like Beyoncé always had some kind of work to do. They chatted for a little while longer before Ryan heard the door to her apartment open and close.

"Gotta go Bey," she bit her lip.

"Bye honey, have a good rest of your day"

"Text me," Ryan quickly added, hearing the footsteps get closer. She hung up just as the door opened and Brooklyn walked in, fresh from the gym.

"We're going out tonight, Ry, get the fuck ready."

"Huh?" Ryan blinked.

Brooklyn looked at her with the same expression on her face. "Get up and get ready"

"Wh—"

"Nope. You never do anything apart from hang out with your secret little sex friend. You're coming out with us Ryan," Brooklyn placed a hand on her hip causing Ryan to smirk at her. She always thought that look was so serious but really it was just adorable. She had the same dimple as her mom. It just made Ryan chuckle.

"Okay"

"Seriously Ry, I don't care, I will drag you... wait. Yes! Okay make sure you wear something sexy."

Ryan nodded. She knew exactly what she was gonna wear. Beyoncé had gotten her a dress that she'd really been wanting to wear. It was black, and had a slit in the centre that showed off her cleavage. She'd have to wear nipple tape to feel properly secure but that only made her feel even more sexy.

She paired it with heels, a sparkling silver necklace and earrings that matched the whole vibe she was going for. When she looked in the mirror, she knew she looked good. She snapped a couple pictures debating on sending them to Beyoncé before she reasoned that Bey had given her the dress so she deserved to see her in it.

Then she stepped into the living room where Justine was doing her makeup and Brooke was straightening her hair. Compliments flew and conversations started. They had music videos on the tv as Ryan waited for Brooke to be done with the straighteners before asking her to do her hair for her. Brooke was abnormally good at hair and Ryan hated to do her own hair.

"Where's Z?" She asked. She thought it would be the four of them.

"With her girlfriend who's not her girlfriend," Justine smirked. Chloe was Zendayas bestie or fuck buddy or her crush or something. No one knew exactly what they were but they seemed to be together all of the time nowadays and they flirted so much that it had to be more than friendly.

The three finished getting ready, taking shots, and dancing around before snapping some pictures together before they left to go out. Ryan was tipsy by the time she checked her phone again.

Peaches: You look so beautiful honey. I can't wait to get my hands on you again

Peaches: You have no idea how much I want to take that dress off of you

Ryan shuddered tucking her phone back in her purse. She heart reacted to the messages but didn't reply. She knew she wouldn't go out if she replied. Beyoncé made her unnaturally horny — the kind of horny that had her wanting to catch a flight in the middle of the night just to fuck.

But tonight was about her. She needed to be 21 again. Just young and having fun without thinking about anyone else except for her friends who were currently going back and forth trading insults.

Ryan laughed when Justine called Brooke a grandma who only wanted to go to house parties. It was true, Brooke never went to the club unless somehow Zendaya convinced her to go. Zendaya could convince any of them to do anything. It was part of her charms, and probably had something to do with her knowing everyone's secrets.

"I don't know why you're laughing. You're worse than me," Brooklyn shot Ryan a look. Apparently Ryan was also grandma who never ever wanted to go out at all. Even Justine agreed, handing her the last drink before they left for the night.

Ryan rolled her eyes. She'd just taken a break from clubs and parties after her birthday. That month had been a lot and she needed a little time to rest and try to focus on her studies. But the break was over now, and she was ready to have some fun and act her age again.

They got to club and Brooke bypassed the line, dragging the girls with her. Apparently she knew someone who knew someone. Ryan wasn't paying much attention to that, too busy noticing all the attention she was getting.

She knew she looked good. The girls had told her how good she looked. But she didn't expect the amount of looks she was getting. She got attention on a regular day but this was a lot even for her.

She was being eye fucked by what felt like half the club. It was probably the cleavage, she thought. She'd worn the type of dress that demanded attention. She didn't want the attention that much but it was nice to be wanted. Maybe she could get some free drinks out of it.

Justine dragged them to the bar so they could do some more tequila shots. They were going to get fucked up tonight. Or at least she was. Brooke was probably about to make them all drink some water before they continued. She was always the responsible one.

Peaches: Are you out honey? Where did you go?

Ryan tucked her lips in clicking the screen off. She realised she couldn't read Beys texts in public. If she scrolled up, they made her feel too many things. She pushed her legs together taking the shot and putting her phone on 'do not disturb'.

It was Friday night and she was supposed to be letting loose with her friends and so that's what she did. She danced with her friends and politely rejected the many people who wanted to talk to her. Some of them were cute but she just wasn't interested. She wanted to have a night out with her friends. Besides, none of them were as fine as her roommates mom.

Ryan took another shot trying to think about herself and not about the older woman who always seemed to worm her way into her thoughts. The music was actually good here and so were the drinks. Ryan and Justine had found a random friend group and joined them. It was 4 other girls who were twerking and turning up and were happy to join them.

Brooklyn met a guy and danced with him for the rest of the night which distracted her from being the responsible friend she usually was. They didn't end up leaving the club until just before it was closing. The three had a good night and Brooklyn ended up giving the guy her number as her friends tried to drag her out, making sure she didn't leave with this guy. Especially not with how drunk she was.

When Ryan woke up, she groaned at the way she felt. She was never getting drunk like that again. Her head was pounding. She looked over and saw Brooklyn was on top of her fast asleep as well. She wasn't even in her own bed. And why was she half naked?

She breathed sharply begging last night come back to her. They'd been dancing together, even in the backseat of the uber. Then they'd gone upstairs and Justine had passed out.

Ryan had been trying to convince Brooke to go to sleep but she didn't want to. She wanted to wake the neighbours and have a real party. Ryan agreed to stay up with her if she left the neighbours alone. They got food and Brooke finally calmed down, agreeing to go to sleep.

But then Brooke wanted cuddles. That was what happened. Cuddles. She breathed a huge sigh of relief, getting up and going to the kitchen. That could've been really awkward.

She groaned putting on some coffee and finding her phone. The text thread with Beyoncé was right there. Ryan blinked, rereading it. She was too much.

Ryan: went out with the girls sorry just seeing this

Peaches: That's ok honey. I hope you had a good time. You looked sexy

Ryan: thanks bey

Peaches: You're welcome. I'm gonna have to get you some more outfits, you can model them for me

Ryan: you're too much 🙈

Peaches: Can't wait to show you the lingerie I got you

Ryan bit her lip, still smiling at her phone as the coffee finished. Justine saw her and raised a brow. "Morning Ryan"

"Morning, you want some coffee?"

"Mhm, I ordered food. Who was you texting?"

Ryan rolled her eyes, "y'all always think I'm texting someone."

"You've been on your phone a lot"

Ryan just shrugged. That was none of her business. "Maybe I'm playing Candy Crush"

"Okay grandma"

They both laughed as Zendaya walked in. "Y'all look like shit."

"Fuck you," Justine said.

"Sorry I don't do straight girls."

"Good. I don't wanna catch anything"

Just then, Brooklyn entered and everyone burst out laughing again. "What?" She frowned looking at her roommates.

"Nothing," they all said, offering her coffee as they continued to make fun of each other and waited for the food.

————————[A/N]Since yall wanted bey to answer the question a couple chapters ago I added it in 😭 any other requests?

Thoughts? Bey and Ryan are still talking? Their little texting? Any thoughts on the girls?

Also Ima let you all choose your own adventure I need thoughts on how unhinged and dramatic you want this fic to be? I have a bunch of ideas but do yall really want the drama or nah? I kinda wanna write the most insane unhinged shit I've ever written but at the same time idk how far I should go. I've already started some of it but idk. What do y'all want to read. And with the drama, do you want the drama to be from outside or between Bey & Ryan? Or both? 👀 I just want an idea of what you wanna see. (Please comment)