Sapphic NSFW Beyoncé oneshots. Because lesbi honest, we all want her. These will be explicit so please be prepared. 18+ *very mature content, heavy BDSM etc*
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"Hurry up" Ryan yelled in the ear of her best friend. Brooklyn shoved her back playfully before turning back to face her vanity. Brooklyn was taking ages and Ryan was bored and sick of her shit.
A voice spoke making them both jerk their heads up in surprise. "Brook, you look perfect." Brooklyns mom spoke suddenly appearing at the door, with her distinctly southern accent and her hair in long braids falling loosely around her face. Ryan felt her heartbeat pause for a moment as she took in the voice and the woman it belonged to.
"Mom you don't get it" Brooklyn rolled her eyes while Ryan lay flat on the bed biting her lip as she watched the tall woman who scoffed at her daughter. The two shared a look, knowing Brooklyn would be at least another hour before she was ready. Her mom smiled at Ryan and Ryan found interest in watching her best friend's mother; the woman was leaned against the doorframe, one leg slightly in front of the other, her casual outfit doing nothing to hide the curves that sat beneath them.
"— UGH mom you made me mess it up" Brooklyn huffed grabbing a wipe while Ryan could only shake her head.
Her mom knew how long her daughter took to get ready - she had been the same way when she was in her twenties, spending hours on hair and makeup to impress people. She tried to tell her daughter that none of it was necessary, but Brooklyn ignored her, she just wanted to look pretty.
Her mom rolled her eyes, large and light brown, before she turned to face Ryan who was watching the woman stood in the doorframe. She blushed as the woman's eyes fell on her. She had always been shy around Brooklyns mother and she hated that she still had this effect on her. Ryan was an adult now — fully grown, it might have been cute when she and Brook were children, but now it was just embarrassing.
"Hi Ryan," her mother spoke, snapping Ryan from her thoughts. She had been watching Ryan watch her. The woman raised one of her signature brows and Ryan tried her best to look away. She didn't want to be weird but she often observed the woman. When she walked, she watched her legs and her muscles as they flexed. When she was still she watched her face, noticing her lips and the light creases her skin made at each changing expression. Then there were the beauty marks, sometimes hidden beneath makeup, but she loved when they were visible adding cinnamon flecks to her skin.
"Hey Mrs. Carter," Ryan tried her best to hide her feelings, but she couldn't help yearning for her to say more to her. She found interest in the woman and lingered on her every word.
"Would you mind helping me with the bags baby?" Her voice was low but soft when she spoke. The warmth it carried was enough to make Ryan melt into her requests.
"Y-Yes ma'am" Ryan choked out finally remembering to respond. She eagerly obeyed, rising quickly to follow the woman out of her best friend's room and down the stairs. Ryan wasn't sure if she really needed help or if she was just trying to save her from the boredom of waiting for her daughter. Either way Ryan was happy to oblige. She was always happy to oblige Brooklyns mother.
