Epilogue

5 years later

Beyoncé was dressed in a cute apron with lemons on it as she watched Ryan bake. She had on panties underneath but that was all as she leaned on the counter watching Ryan mix things.

Ryan knew Beyoncé was trying to distract her but she was focused on not messing this up. These cakes needed baking and icing and time to set before Levi jr got there. He was going to stay with his grandma for the night, and Ryan was trying to impress the five year old. Last month he'd laughed at her saying she couldn't cook as good as his mom and now Ryan had something to prove.

Beyoncé still couldn't cook or bake at all, but Ryan had been trying to learn for the both of them. Mainly because little Levi didn't think she could do anything so now she was determined to prove herself to a five year old. Though most nights they ordered or went out to a restaurant, tonight would be different because they had the little one.

"You know they won't be here for a while honey?" Beyoncé smirked hoping up on the counter, and watching Ryan take stems off of strawberries. She glanced up at the clock ticking on the wall and estimated they had at least another hour.

"Get down," Ryan said not even bothering to look at her. Ryan hated when she sat up there, getting pussy juice all over the counter. Levi jr used to bite that thing.

"We have some time before they get here," Beyoncé said, dropping onto her feet, and waiting a beat before she rolled her eyes at Ryan who was clearly ignoring her.

"You want some help?" Beyoncé offered, clearly just bored and not knowing what else to do. Ryan wasn't giving her anything.

"Yeah you can help by not getting in my way."

Beyoncé scrunched up her nose, running a hand through her hair, "you're in a bad mood, I'll just leave you alone."

Ryan shrugged and Beyoncé knew it must've been bad. She wondered what had happened but she didn't want to ask while Ryan was still busy in the kitchen with the knives. She'd been distant lately, but not moody until now.

Instead, Beyoncé thought about playing with herself. Ryan hadn't touched her in weeks and she didn't know what else to do. She looked around their bedroom at the pictures. Ryan was right about getting a new place. The energy here was much better and the house was cosier and easier to deal with than the old house which was bigger and needed cleaners to come every week to keep up.

She still liked having a cleaner but that was because she could be lazy and they could afford it.

She was lying down thinking about what to do when she got an incoming FaceTime call from Chris. "Yo," she said answering, after she threw on one of Ryan's college t shirts.

"What's up with you?" Chris asked immediately wondering why she was answering the phone saying "yo" at her big age.

"Nothing," Beyoncé sighed, looking down at her toes and wiggling them. "Why you calling? What's up?"

"Hm... I just wanted to check in and see if you still wanted those tickets?"

"Yeah," she was excited to go. Then she paused. "I don't know about Ry though, you'll have to ask her."

"Y'all still having issues?" He asked.

"We're not having issues," Beyoncé rolled her eyes. Issues made it sound like they were going to break up. They weren't. "And before you start, the counsellors on my side."

Chris raised a brow as if he didn't believe her. They'd started counselling a couple months ago, after their individual therapists suggested that they come together. There weren't really any big issues but they both thought it couldn't hurt so they went along and sat in front of a woman older than them both and talked about their relationship.

"She is, I can tell. And I haven't even been able to use sex to get her to talk, it's killing me." She emphasised, flopping herself back into the bed before deciding she needed to put on some pants.

Chris chuckled. "How longs it been now?"

Beyoncé shrugged, "too damn long." It was 8 weeks, 2 days, and 18 hours. Not that Beyoncé was counting.

But she'd thought about the last time every day since.

Ryan had been stressed about her new job. She'd come home every night, take off her makeup and shower. She hadn't said much outside of saying she felt like she might be in over her head but she wasn't herself and Beyoncé had noticed. When Ryan climbed into bed that night, Beyonce pulled her close and wrapped her arms around her, letting her know she was there if she wanted to talk about it.

Ryan thanked her before Beyoncé guided her to lay on her chest, kissing the younger girls temples as she wrapped her up in her arms.

"How can I make you feel better honey?" Beyoncé asked stroking along her skin. She had to be up in 8 hours so Beyoncé expected her to talk it all out.

But Ryan looked at the titties she was lying on, so bouncy and firm beneath her cheek. Ryan was never good at lying on her chest and doing nothing, her mouth always needed to be occupied. "Can I suck them please mommy?" She asked, her eyes set on the firm nipples poking through the fabric.

Beyoncé loved how she said please when she was in this mood. It was always a please and a thank you between requests. Almost begging but not quite. The girl was just being polite. Something about it turned her on. Beyoncé nodded. "You can honey," she said simply, giving herself to Ryan.

The younger one took her time reaching forward, and undoing the buttons on Beyoncé's nightshirt, one by one until a breast popped out. Ryan smiled looking at her breast, jiggling just beneath her.

Her lips encircled the nipple quickly and Beyoncé let out a soft and quiet moan. Ryan pulled the hardening bud between her lips as Beyoncé tried not to get too worked up from the sensation.

Ryan sometimes slept with a nipple in her mouth so Beyoncé wasn't sure it was a sex thing until her tongue started to flick fast over her nipple. The touch started to send ripples through Beyoncé's body, causing the space between her thighs to heat up as well. Beyoncé stroked a hand through Ryan's hair before she moaned out again.

"Oh honey," the older one husked out.

Ryan looked up to see Beyoncé's head was thrown back in pleasure. She didn't realise she needed this until she was doing it, her mouth sucking Beyoncé in, her other hand strolling over a nipple, listening to the sweet moans tumble from her lips.

"Mommy can I take off my clothes?" She asked, her fingers replacing her tongue now as she twisted and pinched the nipples beneath her.

Beyoncé knew this was coming and she nodded. Then she watched as Ryan started to undress in front of her. Sometimes she wondered why they bothered with sleepwear if they were just going to come off. But for now she appreciated watching Ryan strip the clothes from her slender body, revealing inches of her delicious skin.

She wondered what Ryan would do next. She was completely naked while Beyoncé still had on panties and her nightshirt was open and undone. Ryan trailed her hands past Beyoncé's stomach and landed right at the hem of Beyoncé's underwear.

"Can I take these off too mommy?" Ryan asked in that same sweet tone of voice.

Beyoncé breathed out, "yes honey." She arched up so Ryan could pull her underwear down asking her thighs without any struggle. Then she spread her legs a little so Ryan could see more of her, and watched the smile appear on Ryan's face as she opened up her thighs.

Beyoncé looked at Ryan, attraction dripping from her thighs. Ryan had a thing for her breasts, always sucking them and telling Beyoncé how much she liked them. And when she talked like this, Beyoncé knew she just wanted to be submissive.

So Beyoncé took over. She sucked her fingers into her mouth, making Ryan watch as she did, then she placed them between her thighs spreading her wetness around. Then Beyoncé told her, "come make mommy feel good."

A darkness appeared in Ryan's eyes as she got herself into position between Beyoncé's legs.

"Thank you mommy." She said pressing her body to Beyoncé's. A tingle shot through her body the second their clits touched and she wanted to thank her again just for that feeling.

Beyoncé tucked a plump lip behind her teeth, looking up at the girl on top of her. Ryan's body sat in between her legs, slightly damp from the sweat that had started to form on her skin as she rocked slowly into her lover.

Ryan felt the wetness building between them. She felt her clit brush over Beyoncé's, getting firmer as they pushed into each other.

"Like that honey," Beyoncé looked up at her. She looked completely beautiful on top of her, the two of them naked as Ryan bought her hips down between her thighs. She held onto Ryan's thighs and guided her movements with her hands, crashing their bodies into one another.

Small pants could be heard from them both as Beyoncé scraped her fingers up along Ryan's legs. The shorter girl rocked and Beyoncé couldn't look away as the moonlight illuminated Ryan's body.

Ryan shuddered. "Does it feel good mommy?" She asked focused on the woman lying beneath her: the rise and fall of Beyoncé's chest, the beauty marks scattered over her skin, the way her eyes never lost their focus.

"Yes honey," Beyoncé felt her press into her clit. The tingles shot through both of them. Beyoncé picked up her hips, "right there baby, mommy wants to feel how wet you are."

Liquid from Ryan dripped down into her and she hummed gripping the younger ones thighs even tighter. Ryan tuned in to her body movements knowing what she needed. She felt like she was performing for her, arching her body just the way Beyoncé liked.

Her hands roamed over Beyoncé's nipples again, so taut and hard between her fingers.

"Honey you're being such a good girl for mommy." Beyoncé praised and watched Ryan's breathing falter.

She loved the praise and Beyoncé loved to give it, letting her know she was doing a good job. "Mommys so close," she breathed.

Ryan hissed. She loved the feeling between her legs and more than that she loved knowing Beyoncé felt the same.

"Mommy can I- can I cum please,"she asked, her hips jerking as she struggled to hold it in.

Beyoncé watched her eyes roll back as she shuddered, before giving Ryan permission.

She was snapped out of her memory from the sound of Chris's laughter in her ear. "Does that mean you're all dried up now?"

"Shut uppp. I think I'm revirginising though." She scoffed.

"At least you don't have to worry about getting pregnant." Chris posed, trying to make light of what was hilariously stressing his best friend.

"A pregnancy scare would be better than this." She rolled her eyes flopping onto the bed and then sitting back up.

"You're a bundle of optimism ain't you?" He said, faint traces of laughter still on his cheeks.

"What are you all talking about?" Michelle asked poking her head around the corner. She could hear every other word Chris said but he and Beyoncé spoke in code sometimes. She'd never really understood their friendship. They were both so weird when they got together, but maybe that was why they were her closest people.

"Bey still hasn't had sex," Chris explained, turning to catch the expression on her face.

"Still?" She asked, brows raised with genuine surprise in her eyes. Beyoncé loved to talk about it and even if she didn't, you could tell Bey and Ryan used to fuck like rabbits, always fixing their clothes when they finally answered the door, heavy breathing and messy hair when they disappeared together.

Beyoncé groaned, tucking her legs under herself, "stop laughing at me."

"I'm just saying, I didn't think you'd last this long."

Beyoncé held up her middle finger but Michelle was right. No one thought it would last this long. Now she'd taken to dressing sluttily and hoping Ryan would take mercy on her and pity fuck her. Anything but ignoring her.

But Ryan was an impenetrable fortress. The girl barely reacted to her teasing comments, a small "you look sexy," barely elicited a response and now even walking around half naked was doing nothing to make Ryan interested.

Weeks ago, the counsellor had suggested they did an activity together every week if they could. This weekend it was Zendayas engagement party, which Beyoncé wasn't even sure if she wanted to go to anymore if Ryan was going to be like this.

Beyoncé talked to her friends a little bit more before she heard the doorbell and said her goodbyes. She descended the steps to see her daughter pushing open the door as her favourite boy ran towards her.

"Hi little man," she said extending her arms to hug him. He hugged his grandma and then looked around as if he had a question on his mind. "Ry Rys in the kitchen," she said and the toddler raced back there to say hello.

"Hey mom, thanks for taking him," Brooke said handing over a bag full of things for her son.

"It's fine, Levi said you needed a night off?"

Brooke sighed. "Yeah we do. It's like little man is extra clingy now that he knows I'm pregnant again. He keeps saying he had a nightmare just so he can sleep in our bed every night and talk to his baby sister. It's cute but it's a lot."

Beyoncé laughed. Brooke wasn't even halfway through this pregnancy and her biggest stressor seemed to be the son she already had. Brooke felt like it was a girl so she's been saying daughter and sister when she spoke about it but, once again, she hadn't actually found out.

"How'd your exams go?" Beyoncé asked her daughter. Brooke had finally decided to go back to school and she'd also decided to get pregnant halfway through. This time though, Beyoncé was just glad that she was sticking it out.

Brooke shuffled, "I'm not sure. I think the piano one was okay but I don't know. I just wanna hurry up and get the results."

"Good luck my love, I'm sure you did better than you think." Beyoncé smiled. "How's your little boyfriend."

"Mom," Brooke rolled her eyes laughing. Her and Levi were engaged and on their fifth year together and Beyoncé refused to talk about him like a grown man. "He's okay. I think his job is stressing him out a little."

"He's still treating you right?" Beyoncé asked.

"Yes mom, he's just a little stressed," Brooke explained.

"That's good. And don't try couples counselling, it'll just make everything worse."

Brooke smiled. "You'll be fine mom. Tell Ryan I said hi."

Beyoncé nodded and with that Brooke left home to spend some time at home with her man.

Beyoncé went into the kitchen to see what was keeping Ryan and Levi so long. When she opened the door, all her annoyance with Ryan dissipated in an instant.

Her grandson was sitting beside Ryan at the breakfast bar, as they taste tested ingredients for the pizzas. Levi was putting pepperonis into his mouth while Ryan hid the rest behind her back so he didn't eat the entire packet.

Beyoncé watched them for a moment. Ryan was so patient with him, reminding him of how to say every syllable in pineapple, even though she thought it was nasty that he wanted that on his pizza. She was good with him. Levi loved his Ry Ry and she was family to him.

He didn't know life without her since Beyoncé and Ryan had been together for his whole life. Even with Brooke and Ryan's differences, Levi and Ryan had always been close. They just seemed to get each other, both coming into Beyoncé's life around the same time.

Something tugged at Beyoncé's heartstrings as she watched Ryan be so motherly with her grandchild. She could see their future together. Ryan was 26 now. After graduating, she'd felt like she had so much to prove. She'd been so busy, so focused on making a life for herself that she hadn't sat down to live that life.

But now, she'd calmed down and Beyoncé wanted them to settle into this life together. She felt so at peace, watching Ryan with Levi. She trusted her with him. Two of the people she loved the most in this world, and they both loved each other.

Eventually, the three of them ate sitting out by the fire pit and enjoying the pizzas into the evening. Levi was no longer bouncing off the walls so Beyoncé let him stay up a little late since they were all in such a good mood. He was also a good distraction from whatever was going on between her and Ryan.

"You gonna tell your mommy that Ry Ry makes the best cakes?" Beyoncé chuckled, as she held him on her lap. She knew about this secret competition Ryan had with her daughter. The whole thing was hilarious to her. Brooke was still the chef of the family but Ryan was getting better and better. The pizzas were good and the cake was even better.

"Uh huh. I like Ry Ry cake," he answered, the gaps in his teeth showing through his smile.

"Good job, make sure you tell your mommy that Ry Rys are the best okay?" Beyoncé smiled trying her best not to laugh at herself for instigating this.

When they finally put him to bed, Beyoncé knew Ryan would fall asleep straight away so she didn't even bother trying to talk to her or kiss her goodnight. But it was still a nice evening. She tried to hold onto that.

It bothered her that Ryan was this tired. But she didn't know how much she really needed to be worried. And bringing it up might just bother her more.

Levi came to get his son first thing in the morning. Ryan was at work and Beyoncé was working from home so she couldn't really watch him. Levi showed up just before Beyoncé had to hop on her first meeting and she breathed a sigh of relief, grateful she didn't have to find things to distract him with while she worked.

Beyoncé handed him over with a smile.

Then she sat back at her laptop and listened to this meeting that could've been an email. They droned on about changes to the services and continued to thank Beyoncé for her research. Beyoncé already knew all of this so sitting there listening felt like a waste of time.

She thought about the research and how much she'd done. But then she had a memory about how she'd almost missed some of her submission deadlines.

When her and Ryan first got together, Ryan would go to see her whenever she had a break. It was the summer when one of the papers was due and Beyoncé was writing up the notes from her study. She always wrote them in a notebook and then manually transferred them into her laptop. Ryan saw her working, glasses pressed above the bridge of her nose and went to take a seat on her lap.

Beyoncé's mind was on other things: the research, what it meant, and how much she had to write. But she got comfortable with Ryan on her lap, kissing the other girls neck as she typed.

Ryan settled on top of her, and for about ten minutes Beyoncé worked like this, holding her waist as she sat twirling a pen in her hands. Ryan smelled of her same perfume she loved and Beyoncé bit her lip rubbing her hands along her legs and thighs. She was still trying to read her notes and decide what needed to go into the report but Ryan could so easily distract her.

The younger one leaned back, resting her head on Beyoncé's left shoulder. Their faces brushed and Beyoncé wrapped her arms tighter feeling Ryan's weight settle comfortably.

"Honey..." she breathed unevenly. She wanted to finish this work but Ryan had stolen her attention so easily. That ass on top of her, hair brushing her neck, the way she fit perfectly in place on around her body.

"Mhm," Ryan breathed and Beyoncé could hear the smirk in her tone. She already sounded like she was horny. She just needed Beyoncé to feel the same way.

Beyoncé sighed running her hands along Ryan's skin, "you're distracting me."

"Oh?" Ryan asked in that voice, the voice that was airy and teasing, pretending to really care about what she was saying.

"Yeah," Beyoncé's hands stopped at the hemline of Ryan's shorts. She was doing her work. But there was Ryan being so needy and gorgeous on top of her. So sexy. So beautiful. Her hands ran along her thighs again, feeling the pull, and trying to ignore it.

Then Ryan's legs spread open for her. The older one said nothing, simply running her hands along her thighs. "I need to finish this." She said trying to stop herself.

"Okay mama," Ryan said taking one of Beyoncé's hands into hers. Her fingers were soft and pretty and touching her. Ryan slid Beyoncé's hand into her shorts, guiding her fingers beneath her panties.

Beyoncé sighed, coming into contact with her wetness. She was so slippery and ready to be touched. Beyoncé tried to focus but Ryan rolled her hips into her.

Then Beyoncé moved her hand back up to her clit. "Mmm" Ryan moaned as Beyoncé tried her best keep still or to go back to focusing on her report. She could multitask. She could.

"Are you nearly finished your work mama?" Ryan asked.

"Uh huh," Beyoncé nodded, moving her hand around slowly, trapped in the daze of Ryan, as she strolled through her folds unthinkingly.

Ryan let out another soft moan as Beyoncé's hand toyed beneath her panties. Beyoncé moved her hand even lower then, so she could feel Ryan's wetness on her fingers. It was distracting her. She wanted the distraction. Her fingers pushed inside and Ryan let out a quiet moan.

"You're supposed to be working," Ryan whimpered.

"I am," Beyoncé said shoving the mouse to prevent but the laptop from going to sleep.

She bit her lip, pushing deeper inside of Ryan who moaned in response to the touch.

Beyoncé snapped back out of the memory as she heard people clapping for her award winning study.

"Thanks," she said, running a hand through her hair, as she unmuted her mic and turned on her camera again. Then she gave the short speech she had prepared, pretending that this didn't make her feel uncomfortable.

She'd been just as shy at the ceremony when she won the award and had to give a speech to her peers. She kept it professional but Ryan couldn't stop cheesing at her in the audience, which made her laugh to herself.

Even Brooke was happy that day, excited to see her mom recognised for the work she did. She really did care about mental health and researching ways to improve the care given. Her study would be great for anyone who cared about actually making a difference.

Finally, the meeting was over and she was able to continue her actual work. She worked up until Ryan got home from work.

"Hi honey," Beyoncé said, a little hope laced in her voice. Maybe today Ryan would talk to her. They were supposed to be going out later. She might as well start being nice to her.

Ryan gave her a peck on the cheek and went to take her shower. "Remember we have the engagement party tonight," she said as the door closed behind her.

"I know," Beyoncé rolled her eyes.

Ryan acted like she was the one who forgot plans. Last week they were supposed to go to a movie, but Ryan had made plans to go out with her little sister instead.

Ryan was trying to rebuild their relationship so Beyoncé said nothing and let her go in peace, but it was on her mind. She didn't want Ryan to think that she was being clingy but she was starting to feel neglected by it all.

She sighed and got ready for this engagement party, putting on her earrings and doing her makeup. They were both wearing pink so that they could match. Ryan used to really like it when they matched and coordinated their outfits.

The sun was beginning to set as the Friday wound down. Beyoncé continued fixing her hair and makeup. She actually liked Zendaya, and wished her the best in her marriage. She also couldn't wait to see Ryan as a bridesmaid.

Suddenly Ryan walked in, catching Beyoncé doing her makeup in the mirror. She looked good, Ryan couldn't lie to herself anymore. She was wearing a sleek pink dress, her glasses resting on the sink counter as she tried to perfect the cosmetics on her skin. Ryan ran her eyes over her, looking her up and down, teeth digging into her lip.

"You look sexy," she said tucking her lips in.

Beyoncé looked up and instantly flushed. Even the compliments had been sparse lately. "Thank you honey," she said wanting to kiss her but also in the middle of applying her lipstick.

Ryan eyed her, Beyoncé's elbows resting on the bathroom counter, shoulders arched, as she dragged the lipstick tube over her lips. Ryan's eyes dipped, looking at her and wondering how she was still this beautiful.

Ryan hugged her from behind and Beyoncé startled from the simple contact, humming as Ryan started to kiss against her neck. "I'm sorry baby," Ryan said softly.

"It's okay honey," Beyoncé said appreciating the touch. It felt good to be looked at like this again, like she was sexy and like Ryan actually wanted to touch her.

She thought Ryan was apologising for startling her but really it was all of the late nights, all the brushing her off, all of the ignoring. But Beyoncé didn't mind. Especially not when Ryan had her mouth on her neck like that, sucking the skin between her lips. She could feel her hot breath on her skin, making her quiver, and making her yearn.

"Don't tease me," Beyoncé said leaning her head so Ryan could reach better. The sex flashbacks were bad enough, she didn't need to be edged as well.

"I'm not," Ryan said, firm in her ear, hands dragging along the sides of her dress.

Beyoncé moaned, a small puddle forming between her thighs. "Really?" She almost whimpered as their eyes met in the mirror, the deep brown of Ryan's irises scanning over the darkening hazel in her eyes.

Ryan's tongue licked over a beauty mark on her neck and she shuddered. It felt so good as she placed the lipstick back on the counter.

"Really?" She asked again. It had been weeks, her body was desperate for this. She couldn't let herself get too worked up only to be disappointed again.

Ryan just nodded, bending slowly to her knees as Beyoncé hesitated in the mirror looking at herself. She'd been starting to wonder if Ryan was even attracted to her now, if she was bored of seeing the same face every day. But then, Ryan's lips were on her legs. And Beyoncé moaned from the contact.

She could already feel her wetness seeping slowly from her legs. She was aching for it, desperation seeping from her pores.

"Please baby," Beyoncé begged. She couldn't take the teasing much longer. It had been months. Months! Her body was begging for this. She needed her.

Ryan, on her knees, reached to pull her closer and Beyoncé was about to turn around but Ryan stopped her in her tracks. "You should finish your makeup mama," she told her, reaching closer to Beyoncé's legs.

The older one hummed the second their bodies touched, lifting up the lipgloss now and taking off the lid. Ryan leaned in, nose hitting Beyoncé's ass and looked up to see Beyoncé's trying to concentrate, blonde hair tousled around her head, and she was watching herself in the mirror.

Ryan didn't bother wasting time, and immediately leaned in, her mouth connecting with the older woman's clit. Of course she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Shit," Beyoncé hummed instantly dropping the lipgloss back onto the counter. She'd been needing this for so long, her legs trembled in their place.

Ryan smirked into her, holding a leg over her shoulder. Beyoncé was so needy. She loved her like this.

"Honey, it feels so good," Beyoncé spoke as her tongue swirled over her clit. She saw herself in the mirror and knew she'd remember this moment for a long time.

"I know mama, tastes good too." Ryan continued to suck her clit slowly. She'd missed her taste, she didn't even realise it had been so long until her tongue was finally tasting her again.

Beyoncé saw how weak Ryan had her. She saw the desperation in her eyes, arched over the sink top, rolling her hips into Ryan's face. "I'm gonna cum," she whispered as the shorter one's tongue sped up.

"Already?" Ryan smirked, kissing her clit before she licked it again.

Beyoncé wanted to slap her. Ryan knew how long she'd left her without sex. This was her fault and now she was laughing. Instead she moaned out an "uh huh," as her body convulsed and she started moaning out, liquid spilling onto Ryan's thick lips.

Ryan smirked planting kisses on her thighs. Then she moved her leg, Beyoncé slowly coming down from the pleasure. But Ryan told her to turn around to face her, and lifted Beyoncé's left leg back onto her shoulder.

She wasn't done.

"I want you to use me mama, take it how you want it," Ryan spoke, eyes dark as she brought Beyoncé closer to her.

Beyoncé groaned. That was exactly what she needed. Another orgasm. Another reminder of how she felt about the shorter girl. She gripped Ryan's head shoving it into her pussy.

"Clean it up for me," she whispered, voice thick and raspy. Ryan did as told, licking the droplets of creamy liquid that dripped from her pussy and into her mouth, tasting how good she was on her skin. She swirled her tongue over Beyoncé's wetness.

"Mmm baby, just like that," Beyoncé said as Ryan's tongue dipped inside of her. "Just like that honey."

Ryan melted into her words and touch, letting Beyoncé's hands mess up her hair, nails scratching at her scalp.

"Mamas so desperate honey, you made me wait so long" Beyoncé complained rolling her hips. She thrusted and Ryan got the message moving back up to Beyoncé's clit.

"Babyyy," she moaned. It felt so good to finally be touched. Her voice was a couple of octaves deeper, mouth slightly ajar as she used Ryan's mouth.

Then Ryan sucked her clit between her lips. "You can't make me wait that long again honey." Her eyes got low as Ryan sucked.

"Just like that Ry, mommy's so close. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

Ryan hummed into her, kissing her deeply, licking every inch in between her thighs. Beyoncé wanted — no she needed this.

"You don't know how much I need you— keep going," Beyoncé's hips rolled into Ryan's willing and open mouth. She was so close again.

"Can you taste how much mommy missed you honey?" She asked rolling her hips on her face. "Hm? Is mommy dripping all over your tongue?"

Ryan hummed, she felt like this might be heaven. Nothing compared to having sexy ass Beyoncé grinding into her mouth talking to her like that.

"It feels so good honey, you're such a good girl for me, making mommy feel like this."

"Mamas gonna cum again, you want mama to cum don't you? Right in your mouth. Stay right there honey, don't move your pretty face."

Ryan did as told letting her tongue bounce against Beyoncé's slit. Then she made a slurping sound and Beyoncé's eyes rolled back.

"You see how wet mama is for you? I'm soaking and it's all your fault honey."

"I can't wait this long for my baby again," she rambled. "You don't know how good you feel to me."

"Mmm don't stop honey, I love your tongue," she rolled her hips into Ryan's face and Ryan let her keep going, smacking her pubic bone into Ryan's jaw. But she could tell Beyoncé was close now. Her thrusts were almost twitchy as Ryan held onto her legs pulling her closer.

"Mommy needs it so bad. Babygirl, I'm gonna cum. I'm so close. I'm gonna cum pretty girl," Beyoncé moaned, voice higher as she stopped thrusting and let Ryan take over.

"Fuck fuck fuck," she whimpered almost collapsing into Ryan's arms. Ryan always made her feel amazing. And after 8 weeks, she needed that nut.

She took a moment to recover and when she came down she told Ryan she wanted her clothes off now. Ryan obliged immediately, ripping off her top as Beyoncé's tackled her panties. "So sexy," Beyoncé slapped her skin before pulling off the underwear that clung to her body.

"Look at you," she said helping lift Ryan onto the counter, knocking over a couple bottles in the process as her back hit the mirror. The cool surface was nothing compared to the heat inside of Beyoncé's eyes. Ryan trembled, seeing the green flecks dance inside of her eyes.

"I love when you look like this," Beyoncé uttered as Ryans legs spread apart, her lips still sticky from Beyoncé's juices, and sweat beginning to form on her skin. She looked so horny and covered in Beyoncé's essence.

The older one started by taking Ryan's foot into her hands, and placing her big toe inside of her mouth. Ryan shuddered. It always turned her on when Beyoncé did this, her tongue running along the underside of her foot. She didn't know why it had that effect on her but it did every time.

Beyoncé kissed the sole of her foot and Ryan watched her take care of her body. She loved every inch of her, Beyoncé wouldn't let her forget that. She one took her time, eyes gazing up into Ryan's as her tongue ran over her feet.

Then Ryan's head fell back against the mirror. She watched Beyoncé lick her ankle, then her foot, and then she moved back up her leg. Ryan hummed. Beyoncé's lips moved.

She licked up towards her thighs, stopping at her pubic bone and looked up to see Ryan watching her intently then she kissed her inner thighs lightly. "Honey you want me here?" She asked.

It was her turn now to get revenge now.

"Please," Ryan moaned. She was soaking the counter. It had been long for her too. She also needed this.

Beyoncé kissed once against her clit, lips ghosting over her pussy as she pulled away. Then she moved past her hip bones, and up towards her face.

The blonde one leaned in, kissing her, letting her tongue flick over Ryan's lips. She tasted so damn good, pussy juice still on her mouth. Beyoncé couldn't help licking herself off of Ryan. It was a mental thing, so damn sexy when Ryan tasted like her.

Then Beyoncé swished two fingers around her mouth, coating them in her own saliva, before she reached down to Ryan's pussy.

Automatically, those legs spread even wider apart but Beyoncé's eyes never left Ryan's own. She was doing this from muscle memory alone. She knew where to go for what reactions.

"No one touches you like mommy does huh?" Beyoncé asked resting the base of her hand on Ryan's public bone. Ryan hummed as a finger traced along her clit.

She shook her head answering the question while Beyoncé's finger started to stroke the nub, causing Ryan to whine in response.

"Don't make me wait this long again," Beyoncé warned, her finger rubbing over her in a tight circle. Her clit was firm now, throbbing beneath her touch. Beyoncé continued the slow circles, teasing, making Ryan desperate for more.

"I won't," Ryan moaned leaning back into her. She knew this was a punishment. She also knew that she needed it.

"You promise?" Beyonce asked dragging her fingers.

"Yes mommy."

"You're mine."

"I'm yours." Ryan agreed.

Beyoncé pressed into her clit again with those fingers. She stroked gently, thumb pressing into her.

Ryan moaned, trying not to move. She knew how Beyoncé hated that but she wanted to grind her hips, to feel more pressure and friction against her clit. But she'd learned to be a good girl for Beyoncé. She wanted the praise more than she wanted the instant pleasure.

"You gonna show mommy what a good girl you can be?" Beyoncé bit her lip looking at her darker skinned love.

"Mhm" Ryan nodded, though she had no idea what Beyoncé meant by that.

"I wanna see this pussy squirt for me honey. Show mama what you can do for her."

Ryan nodded, brows knitting together. Beyoncé knew how to make that happen. And Ryan knew this might last all night.

"Shit," Ryan hissed as fingers slipped inside of her. Ryan felt the cold metal of her ring reach inside of her body, felt those nails reach places that hadn't been touched in so long. And Ryan shuddered on the woman's fingers, both of them aching for her to go deeper.

"Uhh," she moaned as those fingers pressed inside of her. But Beyoncé stroked slowly, making her breathing hitch with every thrust.

Ryan's eyes closed. She wanted Beyoncé to arch her fingers right now. Or maybe add another one. She loved when she stretched her like that.

She felt another hand grip her cheeks. "Eyes open," Beyoncé said, fingers still inside of her.

"Yes mommy," Ryan said opening them to see the hazel eyes staring back at her. Beyoncé looked so good thrusting deep into her, her makeup half done and smudged but only concentrating on making Ryan lose her mind.

"Mmm baby, you don't know how good you feel," Beyoncé moaned, her fingers dragging through her walls. Ryan clutched onto her, legs wrapping around her hips as Beyoncé continued those achingly slow thrusts.

Her tongue came out to lick over Ryan's shoulder, making her way up her neck. She thrust in then out and then back in again. Her teeth ran along Ryan's neck and Ryan shuddered again, neck tilting and lips opening.

Ryan moaned. "Please mama I need more."

Beyoncé slowed down even more, pulling back to look at her love and smirking. "Why are you being so greedy honey? You think I care about what you want?" She asked pulling out and slapping her pussy.

Ryan moaned at the sensation. She wanted more pain, more of Beyoncé's sweet torture. Her pussy clenched around nothing as Beyoncé trailed her finger up along her stomach, leaving a trail of Ryan's own wetness on her stomach.

Then she pressed her fingers to Ryan's lips, "suck them." She told her and Ryan did as told, mouth opening as Beyoncé pushed past those lips. She sucked, taking in the flavour of her pussy as Beyoncé stared her down.

Then Beyoncé's fingers pushed even further, almost causing Ryan to gag on her fingers. "You wanted more huh?" Beyoncé asked thrusting into her mouth.

Ryan tried to swallow but Beyoncé only pushed deeper until Ryan gagged on her hands.

"You still want more honey?"

"Uh huh," Ryan answered. "You gonna choke me?"

Beyoncé smirked rolling her eyes as she pushed her fingers back inside of Ryan.

Ryan hissed, her eyes falling closed only to open when Beyoncé's hand hit across her face.

"Watch me," was all Beyoncé said as she pushed in deeper with her right hand. Then her left hand wrapped around Ryan's neck.

"Say yes mama."

"Yes mama I'll do anything," she said and Beyoncé's fingers curved inside of her. Ryan's voice around that word still turned her on. It's like her body heard the words in down her core, and she couldn't help moving her fingers even faster.

Ryan gasped, her hips grinding into the fingers. Their eyes were still locked together, foreheads touching as Beyoncé squeezed lightly on her neck. Beyoncé was looking down and Ryan was looking up, both feeling each other's breath on their own.

"You like this honey?" Beyoncé asked her gently. But nothing was gentle about those fingers inside of her, perfectly curved to reach her spot every time.

"Yes. Yes mama, please I love you."

"I love you too honey, but you need to be quiet."

Ryan found herself quietly panting. She didn't know why it mattered if she screamed as loud as she could. But Beyoncé told her not to and so she tried her best not to.

Those lightskin fingers pushed deeper and then shuddered in response. She didn't know how much she could handle of Beyoncé non stop fucking her.

"Mmm I missed being inside of you," Beyoncé moaned, as her fingers pushed in further.

Ryan's mouth opened. "I—"

Beyoncé slapped her, "what did I tell you? No talking." Beyoncé continued to thrust in and out of her body.

Ryan nodded accepting her fate. Beyoncé was going to push her past her limits and she had no choice.

"This is about what mama wants, not about you." Beyoncé continued stroking inside of her. Then she decided to spell out everything that she wanted. "Mama wants to see how weak she makes you. I want to feel your juices all over my fingers. I want to hear you beg me to let you cum and listen if I tell you no."

Ryan trembled. She really shouldn't have left her this long. "Please mommy," she looked up into those warm eyes.

"Please what slut?"

Ryan couldn't believe she was saying it. "S-squeeze harder," she bit her lip.

Beyoncé chuckled applying more pressure as she choked her. Ryan felt her breathing thin as Beyoncé continued to fuck her.

"M-mommy," she moaned out, her voice dry and desperate.

Beyoncé slapped her again, leaving Ryan seconds to gasp for breath as her hand moved. "Shh baby, just let mommy have her fun," Beyoncé moaned in her ear, hearing Ryan's wetness between her thighs.

"You're so fucking pretty," she whispered pumping her fingers into her over and again.

Ryan opened her mouth, searching for breath as Beyoncé continued to push into her. The older one loosened her grip on her neck and watched Ryan gasp.

Then she gripped her even tighter again, pumping into her. Ryan's legs were pinned open as Beyoncé played inside of her walls.

"Please mommy please," she moaned as her legs trembled. "I need to cum. Please please please."

Beyoncé bit her lip, "you need to cum baby?" She teased waiting for Ryan to beg properly.

"Please mama, please let me cum. Please mommy I need—"

Beyoncé bit her lip hearing her. She sounded so damn sexy, her breathing shallow as she looked up into her eyes. "Cum for mommy honey, let mama see you let go."

Ryan did as told, ripples of pleasure rolling through her body. She clenched around Beyoncé's fingers. Beyoncé felt her twitching around her, soaking her fingers.

"Baby you're so beautiful," she started planting kisses all over her face. "Let's go to bedroom."

Ryan giggled, still remembering how to breathe as Beyonce lifted her.

They always did have a thing for bathrooms.

Ryan was thrown onto the bed, laughing as Beyoncé's dress came off.

"I missed you," Ryan moaned, watching Beyoncé walk over to the toy box.

"Baby you wanna use this?" She asked holding up the dildo she found.

Ryan's eyes darkened as she looked over. She nodded, her body opening already for Beyoncé. She needed to feel Beyoncé inside of her.

The two looked at each other, Ryan seeing the same love she'd always seen in her eyes. She watched Beyoncé climb onto the bed, lining up the dildo with her own wetness.

Beyoncé slid it in to herself, Ryan watching the toy sink between her thighs as Beyoncé's eyes closed feeling the pleasure travel through her body.

Ryan, wet and waiting, moved closer to Beyoncé on the bed.

"You ready baby?" Beyoncé asked, sliding the other end of the dildo over Ryan's wet pussy.

Ryan nodded, reaching her hand down to feel her wetness. She spread herself open and felt Beyonce slide the silicone gently inside of her. A heavy, "oh fuck," tumbled from her mouth looking up at Beyoncé, with those eyes she loved.

Beyoncé's breath caught as she hummed into Ryan and started to roll her hips so the dildo could pleasure them both. Ryan's mouth hung open as she moved and Beyoncé's back arched as the dildo sank in deeper.

"Oh honey," Beyoncé moaned, grabbing onto Ryan's thighs. She loved the feeling of it stroking inside of her, filling her up as it did the same thing to Ryan.

Ryan's hands reached for Beyoncé's hips and they both pushed into each other, their hips moving back and forth as the dildo stretched them both so good.

Ryan's head fell back, taking every inch the dildo had to offer her. Beyoncé watched her, the sight of Ryan only heightening her pleasure as the wetness built between them.

Beyoncé was struggling to hide how good it felt, her hips twitching as she rode the dildo. Ryan smirked, pulling her close and holding her steady as they both found a rhythm.

"You look so sexy mama," Ryan breathed out. She saw Beyoncé falter, she always did have a thing for her voice.

Beads of sweat formed on her skin as Ryan moved her hips to meet her thrusts. They both made the same movements, rolling into each other over and over.

"Honey I-I'm close," Beyoncé moaned softly. Her eyes fell shut and Ryan gasped watching her. Beyoncé had given up on trying to hold in her moans in, and let herself feel every stroke of the dildo inside of her. "Oh baby," she moaned unable to help herself.

"Me too," Ryan breathed. Beyoncé was so deep, fucking her with heavy passionate strokes, pleasure building inside of them both.

Beyoncé's hips twitched and Ryan's did too, both deep inside of the other one. "F-feels so good," Ryan stuttered, forcing her eyes to stay open and watch her.

Then she watched Beyoncé let out an even deeper moan, her eyes rolling back as her thrusts came to a stop. Ryan followed, her body coming undone as they both pulled each other even closer.

Beyoncé breathed, dildo still inside of her. She tried to move but she was still so weak. Ryan got up and slid it out of them both, planting a soft kiss where the silicone once was.

She wanted to start eating her out again but Beyoncé pushed her away, taking a second to breathe.

"Honey, what time is it?" She asked remembering that they were supposed to have plans.

"Shit!" Ryan got up to find her phone. Coco had been blowing it up for about an hour and she had 2 missed calls from Zendaya which made her feel guilty. She was a bridesmaid, she should've been there.

But instead of getting ready, they'd been having sex. She was almost 2 hours late as they got dressed and ready, and climbed into the car.

On the way there, Beyoncé turned to Ryan cautiously, wanting to check if Ryan really wanted her to go.

"You don't wanna come?" Ryan asked, thinking about it. Beyoncé had been checking in with her over and over about it, asking if she was sure she didn't want to go alone. But Ryan didn't know why she wouldn't want to go.

"Of course I wanna be there honey, I just don't wanna be the old lady there embarrassing you." Beyoncé replied.

Ryan reached to stroke a finger over her cheek. "You gotta let this age thing go, nobody cares."

"I'm about to be fifty and you're not even thirty, honey. People notice."

"Let them."

Beyoncé smiled finding comfort in Ryan not caring. "It's gonna be all your friends from college and they know me as Brooke's mom. I just don't want it to be awkward."

"Pretty much everybody knew we were together by the time I graduated. And the way you were in that crowd acting a fool, nobody's gonna be shocked," Ryan laughed. Beyoncé had made up for anyone else's absence that day, especially after with all of the gifts she'd showered her with. She was so proud of her and made sure to show her.

Beyoncé's heart had broken for Ryan when her parents didn't show up to her graduation. She'd invited them and they hadn't shown up. All they had to do was show up. But Ryan acted like she didn't even notice, running off the stage and into Beyoncé's arms.

Beyoncé saw how Ryan handled life's curveballs. She watched her pick herself back up when things were hard. Ryan was so much stronger than she gave herself credit for and Beyoncé was proud of the woman she'd become.

"Try not to embarrass Brooke though, or she'll blame me for bringing you." Ryan chuckled. Her and Brooke were friendly now. They weren't friends and probably never would be but they could sit together at a party without any issues.

If Ryan was being honest, she was the one who was holding a grudge. It had been five years and she still wanted an apology for her trying to ruin her clothes. And for the fight. She knew she was never getting it but she couldn't let it go.

Beyoncé rolled her eyes, "why do both of y'all act like I'm crazy."

"Well..." Ryan took her hand as the car moved, fiddling with her favourite ring. "It's because you're crazy." She stared plainly.

Beyoncé rolled her eyes and Ryan burst out laughing. "Whatever, I'm actually the sane one and you're insane."

Ryan's phone dinged then with a message from Coco asking how far she was.

"Ima get Coco to back me up."

"Coco doesn't like me," Beyoncé chuckled to herself. She'd said it in a way that sounded playful but Ryan could tell there was something behind it.

"Shut up, yes she does."

"No she doesn't," Beyoncé smiled. It wasn't a big deal but Coco had never liked Beyoncé. The times they'd met had been uncomfortably awkward and they both avoided each other since.

"What why?" Ryan asked. Ryan didn't really see them interact but they were always cool from what she saw.

Beyoncé shrugged. It didn't bother her but she had assumed Ryan knew. "Are you okay though honey?" Beyoncé asked taking Ryan's hand. Sure they'd finally had sex but there was obviously a problem bigger than that.

Ryan sighed. "Yeah I think it was just this job. I've never had so much responsibility before. Kinda scared me. And I spoke to my little sister about it and she told me I seemed like I wasn't really focused."

Beyoncé nodded, "you believed her?"

"Kinda. I'm not sure, I'm still finding my feet here but I think I'm getting that work life balance thing better."

Beyoncé smiled, her fingertips skimming along Ryan's thighs.

"Did you get sick today?" Ryan asked, changing the subject.

Beyoncé shook her head, her eyes asking why.

"Don't think I cooked that pizza properly last night."

When they finally got to the party, hand in hand, it was clearly emptier than it was hours ago. Not everyone could hang that late. Beyoncé shouldn't have been able to hang but Ryan kept her young, dragging her to things like this.

Some people Ryan recognised glanced up to see the happy couple were still happy and gave her a nod which she returned. They both went around saying their hello's, Beyoncé pausing to tell Zendaya how happy she was for her. She'd watched their relationship bloom, it was beautiful how they'd stayed together through everything.

"Thanks Mrs—"

"If you don't call me Bey, I'm gonna know you think I'm old," she joked. Ryan gave her a peck on the cheek and left to finish saying hi to all the people she hadn't seen since college.

"Thanks Bey," Zendaya smiled back at her. It was weird but only because she was her other friend's mom.

"Any tips on being married?"

Beyoncé looked over at her wife, talking to people. "Just be patient with her. Everything will happen when it's meant to." She said touching the ring on her finger and looking over at the love of her life.

They'd been so close since they got married last year. The wedding was small, only inviting close friends and family. But it was exactly what Ryan had wanted and Beyoncé was determined to grant her every wish. They'd honeymooned in Aruba, Beyoncé finally managing to convince Ryan to get on a yacht which she hated for the first 5 minutes. Then she understood why Beyoncé loved it.

It was only in the last few weeks that their sex life had shifted and they'd started to be a little more distant. But overall, Beyoncé loved being married to her. Ryan glanced back, her eyes sparkling and Beyoncé bit down on the inside of her lip.

"Things happen when they're meant to? You mean like babies?" Zendaya raised her eyebrows. "Ryan is glowing."

Beyoncé laughed, "I mean in general." She looked over at Ryan again. "She is glowing though isn't she?" Beyoncé hadn't been sure if it was her eyes but Ryan looked different; skin dewier, eyes brighter. Maybe it was just the sex.

Zendaya only had a chance to nod before Brooke made her way over to her mom. She wrapped her arms around her as Levi trailed behind.

"Mommy!" She exclaimed and Beyoncé smiled wrapping her arms around her little girl.

"You let my baby get drunk Levi?" She turned to him.

Levi almost got nervous when she asked that, as if he was still that 22 year old who Beyoncé barely respected. "Man Brooke does whatever she wants," he laughed and so did Beyoncé as Brooke defended herself that she had not been drinking. Was it a crime to hug her mom? She was just in a good mood!

Ryan finally found Coco by the bar and pulled her in for the longest hug. She hadn't seen her in months because Cocos new job meant lots of travel. But now they were together and Beyoncé glanced over watching them talk animatedly.

She loved how Ryan acted around Coco. It reminded her of how she was with Solange. It was nice to see Ryan have family even if they weren't the ones she'd been given from birth.

"What took you so long?" Coco asked.

"Needed time to relax and bounce on it," Ryan smirked as Coco groaned.

"You disgust me."

The two continued talking and after catching up, Ryan just had to ask, "Bey thinks you don't like her?"

Coco shrugged. She had accepted their relationship because that was her sister, but if she had it her way Ryan would've found someone her own age to be with. Someone that wouldn't have made it so difficult for Ryan.

Ryan remembered some of her conversations with Coco in the early years. Coco hated how much Beyonce had hurt Ryan with that first breakup. She'd also made comments about the age difference before and how it was weird.

But that was years ago. She hadn't said anything like that in years. Even when they got married, Coco had been supportive. She was her maid of honour. And she always hugged Beyoncé when she saw her and they could talk for two minutes if Ryan wasn't around.

"You have to like her, she's my wife." Ryan said.

"I like her because she's your wife," Coco said honestly. She would never disrespect her or be mean in any way, there was just something that made her want to keep an eye on Beyoncé at all times.

Ryan didn't know how she felt about that, but she was sure that Beyoncé only liked some of her friends because they were her friends. So maybe it was okay.

Then Coco changed the subject. "Is your other roommate coming?"

"Who? Justine?" Ryan asked and Coco nodded. "I dunno haven't spoken to her since graduation but last I heard she was having a baby." She said as they both pulled out their phones to see what they could find out from social media.

Beyoncé and Zendaya continued their conversation when Brooke and Levi left to pick up their child. "Where's your fiancé by the way?" Beyoncé asked Zendaya.

"Oh she said she had a surprise for me. Left like 10 minutes before you got here."

"Oh well give Chloe my love," Beyoncé said glancing over to Ryan, who was still wrapped up in conversation with Coco. She didn't want to interrupt her conversation and Zendaya knew she didn't know anyone else.

"Wanna dance?" Zendaya asked and Beyoncé found herself on the dance floor with Ryan's old college roommate. Zendaya couldn't help smiling as they danced. She might've been in love with Chloe but it was always nice to dance with someone sexy.

Beyoncé was in a good mood too. Zendaya was always her favourite of Ryan's friends. They'd grown way closer after three years of living together and in their final year they'd got an apartment for just the two of them and Chloe, who never made Ryan feel like a third wheel. Beyoncé never felt too awkward when she visited even if she was the oldest person in the house.

Ryan put her hands on Beyoncé's waist and Beyoncé smiled leaning back into her. "Good luck Zendaya," Beyoncé said allowing Ryan to take over and dance with her.

Zendaya just chuckled brushing her off and going back to enjoying her engagement party.

Beyoncé slipped the glass from Ryan's hands and drank it down easily melting into her wife. Then Ryan got another glass and Beyoncé did the same thing.

And then she was tipsy. She kept whispering in Ryan's ear. Dirty things. Ryan was ready to go back home and finish what they'd started.

But Beyoncé still wanted to dance. And so Ryan's hands held onto her waist as Beyoncé moved slowly in her hands, sensually, her ass moving like water grinding into the shorter one. She knew what she was doing.

All the bodies around them seemed to fade away and it was just the two of them. Dancing close and slow. Dancing like this was the prelude to something else. Time seemed to slow as the music played in their ears.

Ryan knew exactly what Beyoncé wanted. She would give it to her as soon as possible. "Bey," she breathed, her breath hot on Beyoncé's neck. "You ready to go yet?" Ryan raised her brows, dropping her volume to a whisper and glancing seductively at the other woman. She'd had enough of the teasing.

Beyoncé just bit into her bottom lip feeling Ryan's lips graze against her pulse point. But she was in a teasing mood. She wanted to see what it took to break Ryan's resolve. She shook her head knowing just how hard this was for Ryan. But she needed revenge for the last 2 months without any sex.

The younger one nodded silently. She was playing a game she wasn't even aware of. Beyoncé rolled her hips and Ryan held onto them. Both of them felt sexy. Both of them were ready to take the other's clothes off. But Beyoncé was sure she could hold out for longer.

Ryan's lips grazed against her neck as Beyoncé's ass rolled into her. Ryan had the sexiest girl in the building, sexiest girl in the whole world. Her breathing slowed with the heat all around them. Beyoncé was sweaty, she was tipsy and she was pushing Ryan's limits.

She reached to whisper in the older one's ear. Beyoncé was leaning back before she turned to face her and when they kissed, the tension between them exploded. Ryan could taste the alcohol on her lips. It was sweet. She needed more.

"We're leaving," was all she said, not bothering to say anything to anyone as she dragged her wife out of that club and back home.

The end end.

————————[A/N]Thank you guys so much for reading. I really hope you liked reading this as much as I liked writing it. 60 chapters. I feel like this is a good ending for them. Tell me what you thought of this story? Favourite moments?

Thoughts on this chapter? 10k words 😭. Ry Ry and her relationship with Brooke's son? Bey and Ryan's accomplishments (Ry graduating and beys research award)? Them being in couple counselling? (I felt like it made sense for them.) Thoughts on all the background characters?

What do you think the future holds for them? I wanted to leave it kinda open so yall could make up the rest in your minds.

Yall be using the double sided dildos? I've only heard bad things about them but I thought it would be fun for a fic.

I feel like there were a bunch of places this story could've gone but I hope I made you happy with where it ended up. Thanks to everyone who commented and gave ideas cuz I included so many of them or they sparked other ideas I had. Love yall so much. This was so fun

Deeper questions if you're bored and wanna answer:

Do yall think this is the correct ending for Ryan and her parents? It just felt realistic that they wouldn't change and I didn't wanna put Ryan through too much more of them tbh.

Did you actually dislike Brooke or were you being hard on her because she was getting in the way of Bey and Ryan? Y'all didn't get where she was coming from at all?

Beyoncé and Kelly's relationship felt like it was a background character the whole time. And honestly, I feel like it was kinda underwhelming when she actually did show up. Kelly got closure but it almost broke up Bey and Ryan again. Was it worth it? Did they grow from it?

Yall always said Beyoncé used sex to manipulate Ryan but you didn't think Ryan used sex too? Maybe in a different way though?

Why do you think Beyoncé was so attracted to Ryan? I saw a lot of theories in the early chapters, from the issues with her child to the issues from her childhood? Or was it completely innocent, you can't help who you fall in love with or can you?

Did you feel that Beyoncé was grooming Ryan? I saw a couple people say it, especially around chapter 31 so let's discuss. Grooming has a bunch of definitions but abuse seems to be a main factor so was Beyoncé abusive or was she just mean? Y'all tell me. (Also irl their relationship would be gross and borderline pedophilia but let's live in fanfic land)

K thanks bye