Part 36

Beyoncé managed to avoid Shawn for the most part, sitting with the other moms at the music concert and filming Brooke's entire performance on her phone. She was so proud as she watched her daughter perform. Brooke was even better than she remembered.

When the performance ended, Beyoncé ran down to give Brooke a hug, picking her up and telling her how proud of her she was. All of her friends cheered and she had people congratulating and talking to her for the next 5 minutes as Beyoncé stood back and waited for her daughter.

Shawn had disappeared halfway through and still hadn't reappeared since he didn't have much interest in waiting for Brooke while she was talking to her friends. This was the end of the day and they had things planned every day of the weekend.

Then a boy approached Brooklyn, not much taller than her, wearing glasses, and some slacks. He beamed at her, talking about how great she did. He even complimented her dress and her shoes and talked about how beautiful she looked and how it sounded even better than when he'd heard her practice.

Brooklyn bit down on her bottom lip, letting him pull her into a hug. It was nice to feel his breath against her skin, to hear his compliments. But he was just another boy at the end of the day.

Beyoncé eyed him watching how they moved together. Then they separated and Brooke seemed to remember herself, pulling him over to meet her mom.

"Mom this is Levi," Brooke said eyeing her nervously.

"It's nice to meet you Mrs- Miss- Doctor sorry, Brooke said you don't like it when people call you—"

"Hi Levi," Beyoncé cut him off, shaking his hand. At least he was respectful even if he was the cause of the little alien growing inside of her daughter.

"Sorry mom, he wanted to meet you." Brooke said simply. She looked nervous but Beyoncé didn't know why. Shawn was the one who she should be nervous about him meeting.

"He did?"

Brooke started to speak but Levi cut her off, "yes ma'am, I really like your daughter so I wanted to introduce myself."

Beyoncé raised a brow. That was... noble, she supposed. "Hm," was all she said. He seemed nice but nice didn't make a good father.

"I uh-"

"People always like Brooke, what makes you special? What will make you a good father?" Beyoncé raised a brow. She'd never been the type to interrogate Brooke's relationships before, but none of them ever got Brooke pregnant before.

"Huh? Father?" Levi frowned.

"Mom," Brooke hissed at her, embarrassed and nervous. Brooke still hadn't told him, she was waiting for the right time. Their relationship was awkward. He wasn't her boyfriend but they were clearly not just friends. She wanted to figure that out before she said anything about a baby.

Beyonce rolled her eyes again putting two and two together and realising she hadn't told him.

"Dad's coming," Brooke whispered, spotting him walking over from the other side of the hall. Levi was most nervous about meeting her father since Brooke seemed to love him so much. "Levi you should probably go, I'll call you later okay?"

"Uh... okay," he gave her a side hug and left her in the music hall with all the other musicians and their parents.

Beyoncé sighed. Brooklyn was exhausting and she was tired of being the only real parent in her life. People had started cleaning up around them, picking up their instruments and papers. Brooke looked at her mom, wanting to ask her why she'd said that. Wasn't it obvious they were in a weird place? She didn't know why her mom had acted like that. But then her dad was beside her telling her how great she'd been. She was the star of the show to him.

Beyoncé turned to Shawn, ignoring his praise for Brooke, "that was Levi you know?"

"Who?" He asked frowning.

Beyoncé looked at Brooke and just rolled her eyes again. "Never mind," she said shaking her head. Brooke loved him so much but never wanted to tell him the hard stuff, and he loved Brooke so much but never wanted to be honest with her. It was the perfect relationship because they never spoke about anything important.

Beyoncé and Shawn went back to Brooke's apartment. She wanted to show them her room and how it looked now and also to let them try the brown butter brownies she'd made.

Shawn asked why she'd swapped roommates and she just said they'd had a fight before changing the subject. She still felt awkward bringing it up around her mom. Why had she been so quick to believe Ryan?

When they walked back into the living room, Zendaya was there with her mom and Chloe. The three stopped talking to say hello, and make small talk before Brooke pulled out her brownies offering some to everyone and setting them on the table.

They stayed for a little while, the six of them talking. Justine was still out at dinner with her parents and no one knew where Ryan was, just that she'd been with her mom and dad all day.

Shawn was the loudest person there, being a dad and making everyone laugh. Beyoncé didn't care much for his grating high-pitched voice, but she put on a show as if they were a coparenting dream. She liked Zendayas mom though. She was very easy to talk to, and the two got lost talking while the girls chatted with Shawn.

Zendayas mom was making a huge effort with Chloe, trying to include her in all of their plans. It was honestly embarrassing Zendaya but she appreciated the effort. She didn't want Chloe to miss her own parents too much over the weekend.

Then the door made a sound and they all looked up as Justine walked in followed by Ryan who looked up then looked back down.

"Oh hey," Ryan said, seeing how many people were in her apartment. There were too many people there and honestly she didn't want to be around anybody else's parents after the day she'd had. She needed a drink really bad.

"I'm gonna uh... shower," was all she said going to her room to grab her stuff. She'd already decided she was going back out. The whole day she'd been texting, making plans for after she was done with her parents. A tinder date seemed like a good distraction, besides Ryan was trying to branch out.

Her and Gabby weren't going anywhere, and her and Beyoncé were just too complicated. She instead got on a bunch of dating apps and rolled her eyes every time she got a new message. Coco encouraged her to just talk to them anyway, because according to her, Ryan had nothing to lose.

And so, she tried. She replied to the messages and flirted back with people. That was how she got to a first date tonight with a girl named Maria.

Ryan got showered and found herself at a bar looking around for her date. It was a hotel bar that the girl had picked because, she said, her parents owned the hotel. They'd been talking for about a week, texting and they'd FaceTimed briefly, so Ryan was finally ready to meet up in person. Besides she was getting tired of texting and couldn't tell if this girl was bad at texting or if they just had no chemistry.

She finally spotted the girl she was supposed to be meeting sipping a pink cocktail and looking around the space. She was propped up with her elbow on the chair, and she looked relaxed, like she came here all the time.

Ryan, however, found this place pretentious. It was the kind of place, she imagined, businessmen used to cheat on their wives with a girl who didn't look like a prostitute, but twirled her hair and laughed as he bought her drinks.

"Hey," Maria smiled, as Ryan took in how she looked, about an inch taller than her and with warm brown eyes.

"Hi," Ryan gave her a side hug. "I'm kind of nervous," Ryan admitted. This was the first date she'd been on in a while and she was honestly not sure she wanted to be there.

"Me too," Maria gave her a gentle smile, her cheeks slightly warm as Ryan watched her sip her drink.

"I'm gonna get a drink," Ryan said waving over the bartender. She ordered and the two exchanged glances and small smiles as they watched her drink being poured.

"So your parents own this place?" Ryan asked.

"Mhm," she nodded and didn't really offer much more.

"You like it?" Ryan asked trying to make conversation though it was already a little awkward. Maybe it would go away, she hoped. They just needed a topic to talk about.

"It's nice I guess," Maria shrugged. "You're not from here?" She asked picking up on Ryan's accent. She'd noticed when they called but now she was sure.

"Uh... no I moved here for college," Ryan answered.

"Oh wow that's so brave," Maria raised her eyebrows.

"Why'd you say that?"

"It's just... I would be so scared to move away from everything I know. I don't even want to move out yet, my parents are everything to me."

"I guess you gotta do it some time though," Ryan shrugged.

"Yeah, one day. I figure I'll stay until I get my next degree," she said simply as if she had it all planned out. Her whole life in front of her like some path she just had to walk down.

Ryan just nodded. From their conversations she'd learned Maria was studying for her masters. She was 23 and wanted to be a pharmacist one day. She seemed smart enough to actually do it. Ryan just smiled softly and waited for her to speak.

But she didn't say a word so Ryan did instead. Ryan tried her best to make conversation, dragging herself over words and awkward silences. She couldn't tell if Maria didn't notice or just didn't care. She wasn't making any effort at all and Ryan wasn't used to that.

Ryan slid out her phone to text Gabrielle. This was going really badly and needed someone to take her mind off of the day she was having. Gabby said she could come over so she finished her drink and ended the date. They clearly weren't meant to be. This was the most uncomfortable conversation she'd ever been a part of.

Maria offered to wait for her Uber with her but Ryan said it was fine and the other girl left her, walking off into the distance. As she walked away, Ryan noticed someone familiar by the door.

Beyoncé was there, at the bar already drinking away the stress of the day. She sat on a stool, mini napkin placed beneath her glass. She tried not to think about the day she'd had, tried to focus on anything that could make it feel better. This had just been a place to unwind.

Ryan had spotted Beyoncé now and her brows knitted together. She didn't know if she should go over or not. She couldn't take another argument. Not today of all days. It had already been nonstop with her parents.

But then Beyoncé spotted her and smiled. She actually smiled. Softly, the way she used to smile whenever she saw her, her eyes crinkling at the corners. Ryan softened and she made her way over.

"Hey," she said simply.

"Hey," Beyoncé's voice was thick and heavy as it always was.

"You um... how are you?" Ryan asked.

Beyoncé just shrugged in response, she'd had a long day. "How about you?"

Then Ryan shrugged. They both felt drained.

"That looked awkward," Beyoncé raised a brow.

"It was," Ryan winced. She was never going on a date again. She hated that.

"Who is she?"

"Just some girl," Ryan shrugged.

"Some girl?"

"Just some girl," Ryan repeated, thinking about it for a second. "I'm trying to date people around my age a bit more," Ryan said softly raising a brow.

Beyoncé looked at her over her glasses. "Don't let me get in your head, I was just..." she shrugged looking away, a hand running through her hair.

"Jealous?" Ryan raised a brow, trying not to smirk.

Beyoncé tucked her lip behind her teeth, swallowing another sip of her drink. She eyed Ryan and they both knew that was a yes. "Anyways, you look pretty," Beyoncé said, the light highlighting her cheekbones. She didn't want to argue anymore. She just wanted to be civil for once.

"Thanks," Ryan said tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and biting down on her lip. She felt that same pull that was always there with them. But she ignored it, "I'm waiting for someone." She scrambled to say. She needed something to stop this conversation.

Beyoncé raised a brow, she would've felt uncomfortable normally but it was obvious that Ryan was telling her that for a reason. Unfortunately, all she could think about was how pretty Ryan looked under this lighting. Ryan was sexy even when she didn't want her to be. "You don't want me to call you pretty?" She asked, her hazel eyes running over Ryan's frame.

She wasn't flirting, she was actually asking but Ryan felt her stomach warm up as the feeling spread through her body. "It's not that," she tucked her lips in. She didn't roll her eyes, trying to avoid doing that. She knew how Beyoncé reacted when she did. "I'm just saying."

"Saying what? I can't call you pretty?"

"You know what I'm saying stop being so difficult."

"If anyone's being difficult it's you," Beyonce shrugged. "Anyways I'm leaving, have fun with your little friend."

She finished her drink and disappeared, going to the bathroom before she left. She walked through the lounge. It was a hotel bar so everything was slightly cleaner and bigger. She peed and was drying her hands and when Ryan walked into the bathroom.

They didn't need to say anything, just looked at each other and they couldn't help it. They were kissing, hands easily exploring each other's bodies as their lips pushed into one another. Beyoncé pressed into her hard. She had something to say and this was the only way she had to say it.

She pulled Ryan's lip between her teeth, fingers grazing softly over her neck. Ryan moaned, she could taste the whiskey in her mouth and she liked it.

The sound of Ryan's moan only made Beyoncé more eager. She lifted Ryan onto the counter with all the sinks and the mirror kissing all over her as if this wasn't a public space. It was empty for the moment as Beyoncé pressed her hands beneath her skirt.

Ryan hummed letting Beyoncé drag her fingers up her thighs. "Fuck," she hissed. She didn't know why she let Beyoncé in so easily but here she was about to let Beyoncé find out she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Can I?" Beyoncé asked permission.

"Y-yeah," she breathed softly, as she rocked her hips into Beyoncé's hand.

Beyoncé hummed the second she felt skin, and stroked her index finger over her slit. Ryan's eyes closed. She wanted to beg. But she wouldn't. Beyoncé would do this without her begging.

She played with Ryan's clit for a minute. It was more fun this way, warming Ryan up for when her fingers finally pushed inside of her. She wanted to ruin Ryan's clothes, to make her feel how she was feeling. Ryan tried to steady herself for when those fingers sank inside of her.

Two fingers pressed up against her entrance and then without warning, those fingernails pushed inside of her body.

The younger ones mouth opened but no sound came out as Beyoncé started to pump her fingers inside of her easily. The inside of Ryan always felt good — soft and wet and rubbery. Beyoncé could've stayed there forever, feeling Ryan's body melting into her.

"Can I say you look pretty now?" Beyoncé breathed out again smirking. She was watching Ryan's face, every reaction as she felt into her. Beyoncé needed this just as much as Ryan did.

The shorter one let out a soft whimper and Beyoncé knew she had her.

"You missed this huh?" Beyoncé asked, fingers making a sound inside of Ryan. She was juicy now, inside of her open and dripping. "Missed having mommy's fingers inside of you?"

Ryan didn't say anything, just rolled her hips. She did miss it but she wouldn't tell Beyoncé that. She buried her head in Beyoncé's neck breathing against her as fingers thrust in and out. Beyoncé stroked inside of her again, slower than she usually would but fast enough that Ryan still felt pleasure.

"Does my pretty girl miss being fucked?" Beyoncé's lips attached to her neck for a brief moment as she whispered the words in her ear.

Ryan groaned. Why was she so sexy? She shifted from Beyoncé's neck to meet her eyes and those dark brown, determined eyes were also asking her if she could keep going. Ryan arched into her hand, what was she doing letting Beyoncé fuck her like this? They both needed help or something so they could stop doing this - stop needing each other in this way.

But then Beyoncé curved her fingers inside of her and Ryan knew exactly what she was doing. Her body faltered as Beyoncé tapped her spot. "Please," she moaned and Beyoncé knew she had her exactly where she wanted.

"You like that huh?" Beyoncé asked smirking as she fucked her.

Ryan bit her lip looking up into Beyoncé's eyes and nodding. She could tell her anything. Ryan felt so good in this damn bathroom. "Y-yeah."

"You gonna cum for me pretty girl?" Beyoncé asked. "You gonna let mama see how pretty you look when you cum for me?"

Ryan hissed, her fists clenching in Beyoncé's top. She was so close when Beyoncé's fingers slowed and she looked up at her, doe eyed and desperate.

"I need you to say it," Beyoncé whispered in her ear.

"I'm gonna cum..." Ryan breathed. "Please," her voice was airy.

"Please who?" Beyoncé asked thrusting in a little harder.

Ryan swallowed taking in a breath. She was so close, her pussy swallowing Beyoncé's fingers. "Please mama."

Beyoncé smirked and started to thrust harder.

"I fuck you better than her?" Beyoncé asked. She needed to know.

"Uh huh," Ryan's eyebrows arched and she nodded fast, in between moans. She didn't even have time to consider whether it was true. All she knew was that Beyoncé was making her feel so good right now.

"You're always gonna be my pretty girl huh?"

"Y-yeah ohhhh," she moaned. Her phone buzzed in her purse but she ignored it.

"You gonna tell her I fuck you better than her?"

"Uh huh," Ryan moaned as Beyoncé's tongue stroked her ear.

"Tell her no one can fuck you as good as me."

Ryan groaned just nodding.

"I want you to squirt for me baby," Beyoncé said pressing a kiss to the side of her jaw.

"O-okay," Ryan moaned, her body slipping into Beyoncé. She was just saying whatever Beyoncé wanted at this point. She really didn't want to squirt but if that happened then it happened. "Oh fuck it feels so good please."

Beyoncé peppered her neck with kisses. Just Ryan's scent on her tongue made this all worth it. She pushed in deeper and faster and then they both heard the door swing open.

Beyoncé looked up, fingers slipping out of Ryans skirt. And Ryan looked away instantly. That was so embarrassing, they hadn't even thought to lock the door.

The woman stopped completely in her tracks, looking at the scene in front of her. She couldn't see anything but they both wondered how obvious it was what they were doing. "WHAT?" Beyoncé snapped daring her to say something. "Get out!" She yelled causing the woman to turn and quickly leave the bathroom.

Beyoncé pressed another kiss to Ryan's skin and her fingers slipped out, as Ryan's phone began to ring. She looked at Ryan and turned the younger one to face her. Then she placed her ring finger in between Ryan's lips. Ryan didn't say anything, accepting the finger between her lips, tasting how wet she'd got, her phone still buzzing in her pocket.

"I'll let you get that," Beyoncé smirked, her fingers plopping out of her lips and backing away to leave the bathroom. What the hell was she even doing?

"See you around," Ryan said, chest still heaving as she hopped off the bathroom counter. She hadn't even got her nut but that was fine. She wasn't supposed to be fucking Beyoncé anyway. This has been a mistake. A sexy mistake but still a mistake.

Ryan walked out of the bathroom, still feeling a little dishevelled but knowing that she'd fixed herself completely. Her outfit looked perfect again, she smelled of perfume and her makeup was easily fixed. No one would ever know she had some lady's hand between her legs 5 minutes ago.

————————————[A/N]After 70000 rewrites I'm just posting it. I'm watching a really bad movie and I realised this is literally just a fanfic so who cares if it's bad 💀 + yall got a lil sex scene

Anyways thoughts? They can't stop having sex. How yall think they both feel? What's going on with them?

Ryan tried dating? I just picked a random name btw. Thoughts on her and Gabby?

And Shawn and Brooke? Brooke not telling Levi? Shawn saying they need to talk?