we'll never be royals

    jasey ran his fingers through his hair. “don’t lie to me. i know that you’re cheating on me.”

“you’re a psycho.” mila breathed an attempted laugh. “how about you stop listening to what your little friends say and start listening to what i say.”

stood in the kitchen, she reached up towards the top shelf in an attempt to grab the bowl she needed. at any other time, kayleigh would ask the other for help, but seeing as currently she was upset with them, she refused to even acknowledge their existence. with a frustrated sigh, she glanced around, walking over to the table and grabbing a chair, dragging it out to the counter, more than determined to do this on her own.

“you do know that i’m in the other room, right?” talan asked, leaning his body weight against the door frame. a smirk tugged at his lips as he watched from a distance, eyeing the diminutive girl's makeshift setup. “i can hear you sighing and scraping the chair against the floor. lift, don’t drag. or just swallow your pride and ask for help.”

her eyes narrow at his action, and she struggles to pull herself free from his hold. “—- get off me.” her tone is low, calm even. “you make it sound like he’s the pedo preacher or something—- i mean just what i said. not a big deal.” though she knows it is.

“you’re absolute shit at lying.” he sneers, dropping his grasp on her wrists. “now, are you gonna tell me what happened or continue to be difficult?” eyeing her diminutive body, he can’t help but feel responsible for whatever happened.

eve flinched as he grabbed her wrists.  “he fucking groped me, okay? he wouldn’t stop.” she felt like crying, but she couldn’t – she won’t.

he loosened his hold and took a step back, giving her space. his head was reeling and his blood was boiling. seemingly keeping his cool, he spoke in an even voice. “you’re alright, though? are you hurt?”

dana felt ashamed to even tell him, but the brunette knew that she couldn’t hide it from him. “well…he touched me. there’s nothing much to say about it…”

“why didn’t you tell me?” he pressed, attempting to hide the accumulating anger in his voice. releasing her hands, he clenched his fists into balls & exhaled a sharp breath.

plot twist: muse b is from a famous well off family and this got out in the media and to convince people that he wasn’t the perv and it was all a misunderstanding, he and muse a pretended to be together??? she didn’t agree at first but he pointed out that it was kinda her fault

     ❛ Maybe this outfit was a way to get you out      of that apartment and actually enjoy a good      time around friends and other random people.❜

❛ if i'm being honest, i'd much rather be in my apartment with you out of those clothes.❜

“fuck ——” she whispered, hoping that the annoying couple didn’t hear anything. crystal cleared her throat before slightly frowning at him. she then took her phone out of her bag that was sitting right next to her, pretending she had recieved a message. “oh my god, we have to go, someone broke into my place,” she said, acting like she was shocked, quickly grabbing his hand and getting up. “we’re so sorry, i’ll call you later,” she mumbled to the girl that was on the other side. “that wasn’t very nice of you. you so owe me for this,” she said, leading the way out.

following the girl as she sped out of the restaurant, rylan couldn't hold back his laughter any longer. “a break in?” he questioned. “c'mon, you could've said something a little more realistic.” a playful tone lacing his words as they stepped outside. “i owe you?” any hint of humor that was apparent before was now dead and gone. standing directly in front of the girl, he looked down at her diminutive stature.  “was i the one who said i had a burglar? was i the one who got up and left? i don't think so, babe. in fact, i loved listening about their little vacation. so, in all actuality, you owe me —--  twice. ”

contrary to most of her acquaintances’ beliefs, jo could be extremely obedient when the right time came, and her current situation and actions were proof of it. her back rested against the fabric covering the bed now, while she silently awaited for a next order. even if jo would never dare to admit out loud. as much as she tried to remain calm and uneager, her hands still dared to play with the hem of her shirt. fingers brushing the skin under it as the girl started to lift the piece of clothing; the desire to expose herself slowly gathering.

her new angle was a bit compromising, but with a slight strain of his neck, he was able to once again get a full view of her diminutive body. god, he felt like he was the main character in a film on voyeurism. shaking off the dubious --- yet highly applicable --- notion, he watched as she shamelessly pawed the end of her blouse. “take it off.” he stated indifferently, no emotion attached to the set of words. “your bra, too.” his vocals finally kicked in and quickly caught up to his thoughts. “then show me what you usually do to feel good.”