Part 54

Ryan had managed to avoid Brooke this whole time, never actually being alone with her in this house, always having someone else there to lighten the mood. Ryan still wanted an apology for her clothes and Brooke still wanted her out of her home.

The most they'd exchanged had been glances and contrived responses, both reticent when the other spoke, neither of them willing to truly acknowledge the other's presence.

But they both had to eat. Ryan was pouring cereal into a bowl when Brooke stepped into the kitchen and sighed. Ryan looked up and their eyes met but none of them said a word.

Brooke's mind was on apartment hunting and Ryan was thinking about her next date with Beyoncé. The older one had promised to take her out soon, and, knowing Beyoncé, soon could mean later today or it could mean in the middle of the week.

She poured the milk and grabbed a spoon, thinking about if she still wanted to eat in the kitchen. It was so early, she hadn't thought anyone would be awake yet and she just wanted a moment to herself.

Beyoncé had woken her up with her nightmares and Ryan held her until she fell asleep again. Ryan didn't know what was wrong with her. She figured maybe Beyoncé just ate cheese before bed or something. She didn't know Beyoncé had slept like that every night since she got there.

But, for some reason, Ryan couldn't fall back asleep after that. So instead, she slid out of bed and went to get herself some breakfast. But now Brooke was in the kitchen too.

Beyoncé's daughter glanced at her with narrowed eyes. She'd been planning to make French toast for breakfast but now Ryan was there and it looked like she was staying. French toast took longer than she wanted to spend around the younger girl. But was she going to let Ryan control her life?

She went to the fridge and grabbed her ingredients, swallowing tightly as she passed Ryan by the table. Then she reached for a bowl and some other tubs tumbled out of the cupboard.

"Shit-" she hissed. Why did her mom always pack the cupboards like this. She rolled her eyes reaching over to pick them up and Ryan just smirked to herself, hoping more annoying stuff happened to her.

"Stop laughing," Brooke rolled her eyes.

"I'm literally just eating," Ryan said wishing she'd gone upstairs to eat instead.

"Whatever."

"Yeah whatever."

Brooke threw the bowl down, going to the pantry for the rest of her ingredients. When she came back, Ryan was still eating and it was bothering her. How long did it take to finish a bowl of Cheerios?

"You know you don't have to act like this right?" Brooke said, getting started on her breakfast.

"Like what?" Ryan was ready to argue with her again.

Brooke just rolled her eyes, cracking her eggs into the bowl. If she ignored it, the problem would go away soon.

"You don't have to act like a spoiled brat but you do," Ryan muttered loud enough for Brooke to hear.

"Shut up Ryan, you always think you know everything but you don't," she cracked another egg into the bowl.

"What don't I know? You're the one who acts like everyone owes you something."

"I don't act that you owe me shit but you're supposed to be my friend," Brooke's eyebrows knitted together.

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing," she sighed.

"No what did I do that's so bad?" Ryan asked.

"Are you dumb? There's literally song lyrics about how it's disrespectful to fuck someone's mom."

Ryan rolled her eyes, "oh my god It's literally not that deep." Brooke was acting so childish and Ryan didn't understand why. It was bad that they'd lied but apart from that, what was the issue?

"It is though. You're just too dumb to see it."

"Just get over it, seriously?"

"You're literally in my house being rude to me but I have to get over it."

"You're just as rude? You act like I don't belong here just beca—"

"You don't belong here. You're only here because my mom's losing her fucking mind."

"Right she's been losing it for the last year huh?"

Brooke grit her teeth. It had been that long? "Yeah she has actually, makes sense why she's been acting like such a bitch," Brooke turned to face her putting down the milk in her hand.

"You don't know anything about your mom do you?" Ryan side eyed her, looking her up and down and picking up her empty bowl.

"What are you talking about?"

"Half your mom's bad moods are literally about you. You weren't talking to her and she was trying so hard not to ask me stuff about you. She's acting like a bitch cuz you're being a bitch to her. Your mom actually loves you and you treat her like this."

"Ryan you don't get it do you?" Brooke rolled her eyes. Ryan didn't know anything about her mom.

"No you don't get it. After all the shit she went through with your dad and with you acting like you hate her, now sh-"

"My dad has nothing to do with me though," Brooke stood her ground. She didn't even know her dad was harassing her until recently. What was she supposed to do?

"It's your dad!" Ryan stressed, putting the bowl in the dishwasher. "And I heard you comparing them, acting like your mom doesn't do shit for y-"

"What? I'm not supposed to mention him just because they hate each other?"

"Yes what the fuck? She probably doesn't wanna hear that after she's been in court talking about him tryna force hims—"

"How do you even know about that?" Brooke's eyebrows twitched together. Ryan didn't know anything.

"Maybe cuz she talks to me."

Brooke rolled her eyes and sighed. "She's twice your age. How do none of you think that its fucked up?"

Ryan shrugged. "It's not that deep."

"There's entire laws that say it's that deep," the look Brooke gave her made Ryan laugh.

"Not really."

"I swear you'd see it if she was a man."

"Whatever Brooke," Ryan shrugged. "I'm gonna go fuck your mom again," she whispered too quietly for Brooke to hear.

"Tell her we're going to look at more apartments," Brooke said absently, turning back to her French toast.

Ryan just rolled her eyes, making her way back upstairs.

Beyoncé hadn't agreed to Brooke moving out but she was an adult. She could do what she wanted. Besides, it worked out better if she didn't have to talk to her mom about anything.

Levi had a little money saved up while Brooke had plans to open a business and start selling her baking. She'd also saved a lot of the money her parents gave her. She wasn't as materialistic as they seemed to think she was.

Having a baby wasn't the way to prove that she was grown. It was independence that she needed. She needed to be away from her mom, who didn't seem to even respect her anymore. Every time they spoke now, her mom sounded like she was telling her off.

Ryan got upstairs to find Beyoncé on the phone. "No today is good, don't wait till next week," she smiled looking over at Ryan opening the door. "Morning baby," she said turning to the younger one.

"Morning," Ryan smiled. Beyoncé was fresh out of the shower, looking sexy as ever and she sounded excited. Ryan wondered who she was on the phone with.

"Shut up," Ryan heard and raised a brow. Beyoncé was giggling as she said it, talking to whoever was on the phone. It had to be one of her friends.

Ryan hadn't spent as much time with Beyoncé as she would've liked since she got there, but she didn't complain. It had literally been the craziest 7 days. No one could've known Brooke would have the baby.

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Brooke and Levi left the baby with them again while they went to view some more apartments. Ryan didn't mind since Beyoncé's friends were coming. At least a baby would be a good distraction.

"Honey relax," Beyoncé said to a panicking Ryan. "You've already met them."

Ryan was nervously changing her outfit again. "I know but when I met them I was Brooke's friend. Now they know I'm your girlfriend, it's different."

Beyoncé rolled her eyes, "Chris already knew and Chelle is not gonna care... that much," she whispered the last part, twisting her fingers because Michelle would definitely care. But she'd wait until they were alone to say exactly what she was thinking. Besides, Beyoncé was still mad at her for the Kelly situation.

Eventually Michelle and Chris showed up, separately but too close together to not have coordinated it. It was less awkward than Ryan expected, both of them acting normal around her, even though, Beyoncé suspected that had more to do with them not wanting her to ask them about what was going on with their relationship.

They all gushed over the baby, asking questions about how the birth had been and how Brooke was doing. Beyoncé talked animatedly with her friends, hand settling on Ryan's knee as she told them everything. She was actually excited to talk about it. Now that Brooke was okay, she could talk about her little grand baby with excitement.

Ryan didn't say much, just listening to them talk. She'd never seen Beyoncé around her friends like this before, it was... wholesome. She'd never really seen Beyoncé so casual, and acting so normal. The older one talked but she kept a hand on Ryan the entire time.

Ryan looked down to see that manicured hand stroking over her leg. Her nails were painted and she had two rings on. Her hands looked perfect on Ryan's leg.

The baby started making sounds and Beyoncé got up, mid sentence to bounce him. He was adorable, mouth open as Beyoncé tried to continue her conversation. Lately Beyoncé felt like she was juggling between being there for Brooke and being a girlfriend to Ryan. Ryan didn't sign up for any of this and they'd never had a conversation about their relationship and how it would look beyond casual dating.

Ryan was there but she got a little uncomfortable after too long around the baby, Beyoncé could tell. It was like she hesitated to pick him up or didn't know how to act around him. It would've been cute if Beyoncé didn't feel like she was pushing her into a responsibility she didn't want.

Then, Beyoncé vented to her friends about Brooke wanting to move out.

"Bey why are you so bothered by it?" Michelle asked frowning. It didn't make sense. She wanted Brooke gone and at the same time she didn't want her to leave.

Ryan side eyed her, also wanting the answer to that. Beyoncé grit her teeth, clenching her fist. "Because..." she said as if it should be obvious.

"Because what?" She asked.

Beyoncé looked at Chris, the only other parent in the room. They seemed to share some secret kind of communication that left Ryan and Michelle to look at each other confused.

"She just doesn't need to move out, it's unnecessary," she swallowed.

Michelle was about to continue but Chris placed a hand on her telling her to drop it and she did. Eventually they moved on to another subject.

"I'm gonna go put him down," Beyoncé shrugged taking the baby upstairs.

Ryan awkwardly shuffled in her seat, not sure how to be alone with these people. But Michelle was quick to make her feel comfortable. "You know I knew she was hiding something the other day," she laughed. "Y'all were sitting together for like an hour."

Ryan smiled, "yeah. She didn't think you would approve or something."

"She overthinks everything," Michelle emphasised. "You'll get used to it."

"You should've seen her when she got jealous, bloody nightmare." Chris jumped in.

"Wait you think she was jealous too?" Ryan grinned. Beyoncé had been trying to tell her that it wasn't jealousy but Ryan knew better.

"It was so obvious, she wouldn't stop talking about you, trying to tell herself she didn't care but the way she was acting-"

Just then Beyoncé reappeared with a raised brow and drinks. "Stop making fun of me."

Ryan smirked. "No it's fun."

"I like her," Michelle chimed.

Beyoncé's nostrils flared, and she rolled her eyes, grateful they were all getting along. Then she sat down and went back to talking to her friends.

Chris and Michelle were openly being more touchy which made Beyoncé raise her eyebrows but she said nothing, letting them do their own thing.

Brooke and Levi got home earlier than expected and the six of them chatted for a little while. Brooke and Ryan avoided even looking at each other but everyone else was fully engaged in conversation. Michelle gushed over how she remembered when Brooke was a baby and now she had her own baby.

They all talked a little more before everyone left and then Beyoncé and Ryan went to bed. Ryan was quick to go since it was always so awkward between her and Brooke. They'd look at each other and all the animosity from the morning would return.

Beyoncé followed Ryan up to bed and turned off the baby monitor. She didn't want to be bothered and Brooke and Levi could deal with the rest of the day.

"You want some cake baby? Brooke got- I think it's red velvet or something." Beyoncé offered.

"Yeah but I'm not going back downstairs," Ryan shrugged.

Beyoncé eyed her thoughtfully. She wasn't usually this irresponsible. She wasn't an eat cake in bed type of person.

But Ryan made it so appealing. So she went downstairs, bare feet padding along the floor, and brought 2 slices up with her. Ryan smiled wide sitting up and grabbing the spoon as they shared a plate.

But Beyoncés interest in the cake waned as she watched Ryan eat, her bouncy lips chewing and swallowing pieces of cake.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked, eyebrow softly raised.

Beyoncé shrugged, "you look good." Beyoncé slid the spoon from Ryan's hand, getting some cake on it and raising it up to Ryan's lips. The shorter girl looked up, lips closing around the instrument before Beyoncé slid it from her mouth.

Then she fed her another piece and Ryan rolled her eyes, still chewing. She could feed herself but this was good. Her eyelashes fluttered with each swallow.

The cake was light and fluffy, the mild chocolate smooth in her mouth, sugar crystals dancing on her tongue. But, she was focused on how Beyoncé's eyelids were falling over those emerald-bronze eyes. Beyoncé wanted to eat something and Ryan didn't think it was cake anymore.

Then Beyoncé slipped the plate off of her lap. The cake was unfinished and Ryan dropped the spoon.

"You're so beautiful honey." She said, those eyes capturing Ryan's alone. Then her forearm rested on the bed beside Ryan as she began to stroke a hand over Ryan's cheek.

Ryan let a smile tickle her lips. Beyoncé's compliments always felt big, like declarations or affirmations that spoke to her soul. Ryan knew she was fine, she was sexy, but Beyoncé touched her like she was precious — like she was a diamond that could be tossed without breaking but still a diamond to be treasured and cared for.

"You wear too many clothes," Beyoncé told her, still touching her, still watching Ryan's face.

"Take them off of me then," Ryan raised a brow.

Then she hesitated as fingers pressed against her pants slowly peeling them off of her skin. Beyoncé hummed at the sight in front of her; those legs teasing and tempting her.

"Come here baby," Beyoncé begged, tugging her by her legs to the edge of the bed. "I need you, would you let me?"

Ryan swallowed. The desire in Beyoncé's eyes was heavy, the older one looked so hungry for her, almost primal as she spread her legs. "You don't wanna disappoint mommy, do you?" She asked, waiting for Ryan to answer the question.

Ryan shook her head, her teeth biting into her lips. She was already soaked from just the way Beyoncé looked at her, she could feel it pooling between her legs sticky and slippery and Beyoncé's eyes didn't move.

"Say yes mommy."

Ryan's teeth sank into her lips. She didn't want to say it.

"Say it, say yes and let mommy show you just how much she wants to please you."

Ryan closed her eyes, feeling Beyoncé inch closer to her, the warmth from her breathing stroking over her clit. "Fuck yes mommy— I'll do anything please."

"Anything honey?" She raised a brow and her eyes got a shade darker, hesitating before touching her.

"Mhm, please."

Beyoncé smirked before pushing her head in. Ryan was so squirmy, already sensitive from each touch. Beyoncé relished it, sucking her clit into her warm mouth.

"Fuuck," Ryan yelled trying to clamp her legs together. The pleasure was already overwhelming her body. "Feels so good."

Beyoncé swallowed the juices in her mouth, flicking again over Ryan's clit.

"Mamas gonna try something else, okay?" She told her pulling away a little.

"Mhm," Ryan moaned. She had no idea where this was going, especially as Beyoncé started to flip her over. Then, her tongue dipped into Ryan's ass and she knew.

She was honestly surprised it had taken this long. Her body was already open to the idea. Ryan pushed her legs forward until her knees were beneath her stomach.

Then a finger pressed at the hole and Ryan let out a small gasp, her head resting on the sheets. She could feel Beyoncé's almond nail warming her up, felt the curve against her skin as she tightened up.

"I need you to relax honey," Beyoncé whispered in that particular voice that made Ryans knees weak. "You can do it honey, let mommy in."

Ryan hissed then moaned softly before she loosened and then Beyoncé's finger slipped inside of her ass. It felt strange and uncomfortable just for a second. And she tried to relax into it but she couldn't. She couldn't believe she was letting Beyoncé touch her there, body arching into it, feeling the older one inside of her.

"Just like that baby, you're doing so good for me honey." Beyoncé stroked into her feeling Ryans skin surround her.

"Mmm," Ryan moaned, feeling a specific kind of pleasure hit her body. It was the pleasure of being stretched in such an unfamiliar place. And a pain that caused her to hiss.

But that finger slid in so smoothly, almost as if she belonged inside of her. Her finger started to slowly move in and out and Ryan hissed again at the pleasure.

"Shhh honey, mamas got you," Beyoncé spoke as she continued to stroke her finger into her. Ryan's body relaxed a little, still tight around Beyoncé's finger.

Beyoncé continued, watching her reactions carefully. She heard the way Ryan's breathing picked up, as her body began to arch into the finger. She'd never been touched like this, never been fucked in there, never felt this kind of pressure. Her muscles grew tender which only heightened the pleasure.

She was so open now as Beyoncé slid in and out of her. She was being stretched so thoroughly, her body melding into it.

"I didn't know you would like this so much." Beyoncé chuckled darkly seeing the evidence strolling down her thighs, and Ryan moaned, eyes closing tight.

"I like it," she said quietly, body rocking into the touch. Her body arched into Beyoncé's thrusts, starting to meet them as her pussy dripped onto the bed.

Beyoncé smirked at her and bit her lip, turned on by how well Ryan was taking this. The shorter girl moaned spreading her legs wider so Beyoncé could watch her open up, her eyes still low.

Then Beyoncé started to lick over her clit as she moved her finger faster in and out of Ryan.

"Yes... fuck...," Ryan moaned into her touch.

"Mommy's gonna stretch you out so good babygirl," Beyoncé whispered in the other girls ear. She was feeling confident and Ryan trembled, her legs parting, as Beyoncé's finger slowed inside of her. Beyoncé added another finger, while continuing to lick her centre with her tongue.

"Oh fuck please," Ryan breathed out. Those fingers were stretching her and it hurt so good her eyes rolled back.

Beyoncé let her other hand graze over Ryan's ass, while she pushed deeper into her. "But you have to be a good girl for me. Can you do that?" Liquid missed by her tongue dripped down onto the bed as Beyoncé kept her pace exploring the inside of her. Her breathing was heavy now, eyes low as she took her in.

"Yes mama... Please—"

Beyoncé thrust her fingers deeper. "Please what honey?"

Ryan groaned, humping Beyoncé's hand. "Harder," she said. "Fuck me harder."

Beyoncé's eyes widened. Ryan was definitely going to be sore in the morning but neither of them cared about that right now, Beyoncé pushing her fingers deeper as Ryan struggled to breathe.

Ryan breathed out through her nose, her body stiffening as Beyoncé moved her fingers. All she could do was let out whimpers as Beyoncé's fingers crashed into her body.

"M—" she started but then Beyoncé's tongue swirled around her clit. She felt so open, her body so sensitive.

And then she was cumming, muscles tightening around Beyoncé's fingers. Beyoncé pulled her face away, watching and listening to the dark hair girls moans. Ryan's ass clenched around her fingers and she couldn't help but imagine putting something bigger inside of her next time.

When she slipped her fingers out, Ryan collapsed onto the bed. She thought Ryan would be tired but then she flipped onto her back, looking at Beyoncé with what could only be described as 'bedroom eyes'.

"Lie down mama," Ryan smirked pulling at the older one arms. Evidence of her arousal was still fresh on Beyoncé's lips as Ryan watched her climb onto the bed beside her.

Ryan kissed her, tasting her juices on her mouth. And Beyoncé found her eyes falling closed, feeling that tongue slip over her lips.

"Let me," Ryan said, flipping so she was on top of her. Beyoncé stared up at her, flat on her back as Ryan, her body slightly damp from sweat, climbed on top of her.

Beyoncé watched her climb, the two of them completely naked as Ryan bought her hips down on top of her body.

"Shit," Beyoncé hissed as Ryan's clit pressed into her own. She was already so turned on from seeing Ryan's reactions to her fingers. Her head lulled back into the headboard.

"Oh honey, just like that," Beyoncé moaned as Ryan's body pressed into hers again.

Small pants could be heard from them both as Beyoncé scraped her fingers up along Ryan's legs, Beyoncé holding onto her and dragging her closer. The shorter girl rocked and Beyoncé couldn't look away.

"I want you so bad," Ryan shuddered. "You're so fucking sexy." She watched beneath her. The rise and fall of Beyoncé's chest, the beauty marks scattered, the way her eyes never lost their focus.

"Oh honey I want you too," Beyoncé felt her press into her clit. The tingle shot through both of them. Beyoncé picked up her hips, "right there baby, mama wants to feel you."

Ryan's lips hung open as her body rolled.

"Mommy wants to feel how wet you can get for me," she said as Ryan pushed into her body.

Liquid dripped into from Ryan's pussy into her. They were both so turned on, both so needy for each other.

Her hands roamed over Ryan's nipples, so taut and hard between her fingers, "mommy's so wet honey."

"Mmm," Ryan hummed. "You gonna cum for me?"

"Yes baby," Beyoncé pulled her closer. Ryan's hips moved rhythmically over Beyoncé's. "Don't stop," Beyoncé moaned, Ryan pressing into her body.

"Just like that honey, don't stop." Beyoncé moaned.

Then Beyoncé, who had been holding onto her hips, raised a hand and slapped Ryan's ass. Ryan moaned, not losing momentum as she continued to roll her hips, feeling the sting reverberate through her body.

"Fuck—"

"Good girl," her breathing grew short as Ryan watched her, wrapped up in the allure of Beyoncé. She was so beautiful and that raspy voice didn't help.

"Fuck," Ryan moaned. They stared into each other's eyes — the two different browns meeting, dull emerald flecks concentrated solely on Ryan's open pupils.

"Please honey," Beyoncé moaned, so weak already. She needed this. Ryan kept pressing until they both came together.

———————[A/N]Mind you, the baby is probably down the hall crying 😭. Bey and Ryan just fucking like rabbits. Y'all be putting fingers in your asses?

Thoughts? Brooke and Ryan's argument? Are they ever gonna be cool again?

What about bey and Brooke? She still doesn't want her to move out...

Chris and Michelle? Anything else?

Also if this chapter sucks it's because I completely forgot today was Sunday so I only just finished it fr