perhaps there were some that would urge lilah to have a little more respect for herself.... after all, there was no shortage of single women vying for her attention. but, no matter how earnestly she tried to move on to someone else, she always found herself back at harlow's door. she lets out a quiet laugh, though her cheeks are slightly flushed from the insinuation as her palm presses harder between her friend's thighs. "oh, i think on your knees would be appropriate."

"you're mad i was late?" he scoffed, feeling like she should have been happy he agreed to the shit show at all. a hand ran over his shaved head, "why does it mean so much to you that they like me? parents suck anyway."

“oh, no, you weren’t just late. you were missing for an hour, not even a phone call or a heads up. do you know how embarrassing it is to sit there and get lectured about how i deserve better and i couldn’t back you up for it.” the last thing harlow wants to do is seem like an annoying girlfriend but she can’t help but wonder if they were right. “i wanted them to like you but you ruined that for us.”

it was a dangerous game, sylvie knew that. to date your co-star, to hide it from every single person on earth, to flirt with her on camera and claim it was mere promotion for a movie where they weren't even the romantic leads together. it was fine. "would i swipe on you? yes. but does it mean more that i like you without meeting on an app?" pauses. bites her cheek. "yes."

it was so hard to just sit there and act like she's not joying this, like yeah, it's for press and the fans are eating it up but so is she. sitting across from her secret girlfriend made it not feel like such a secret, one that peyton can appreciate. "god, who knew you were such a sap. you're cute," she doesn't even have to plays it of as flirting. "are you telling me if take me out on a date if you had seen me on there?"

lilah couldn't help the quiet laugh she let out at harlow's sudden impatience. still, she felt enough pity to throw her a bone, letting hand rub back and forth slowly between her thighs. "permission? no.... but i should be waiting for you to beg for it."

it's fun having to play a little hard to get because this is the only excitement she gets to have, anytime that lilah isn't around, she's begging her boyfriend for approval to have her best friend over. it's a fight that's worth it as soon as she gets to see her. she doesn't tear her eyes away from the scene in front of her, she doesn't want her boyfriend catching on to what they're doing. "how do you want me to do that? with words or," then harlow turns her head with a smile, "on my knees?"

quinn considers arisa's words before turning to face her. "that's really sweet, okay? and i mean this in the nicest way possible: you can't handle me, arisa." not intending to be unkind at all, but quinn is used to walking all over people. she doesn't want to do that to arisa. something else slips into her tone, almost flirtatious—something else quinn can't help. "if i tell you where i'm going, do you promise to stay here?"

god, she really hated it when people described her with that one word. a word that just seems too nice, too boring, too mundane. as if she couldn't be exciting. which was a little true so maybe for this one time, she could break her rule. just this once only because she really cares about quinn's well being. arisa pretends to think about it, "well, you know me, i love keeping my promises." she nods her head as she bounces back and forth slightly. "now where is this mysterious place where i can't seem to follow you to?"

the weight of her damp hair couldn't begin to compare to the heaviness in her heart as she looked into her eyes. not that she'd ever actively admit it out loud, but she missed her; she missed their relationship. "can we not criticize when I decided to stop by? I didn't want to keep dragging this out," she said, her words sounding harsher than she intended. it wasn't meant to be taken in a negative way, but the hurt was evident in her tone. "i'll just grab everything real quick and be out of your way," she added, trying to keep her composure. she could feel the tension in the room, the unspoken emotions hanging in the air between them.

there's so much that she had wanted to say, thousands of ways to beg the other to stay. to tell her that they can work out it just one more time. the words of how much she still loves the other is on her tongue but none of them come out. luna is clearly walking through a storm just to get this relationship over with as fast as she can and there's nothing that arisa can do about it. "i'm.. i'm not criticizing, i'm sorry if it sounds like i am." she said softly. the last thing she wants to do is end their relationship on bad terms but that seemed impossible now. arisa doesn't want to move, doesn't want to give the other the bag that's waiting for her in the corner of the room because it's be truly over. "do you want to stay? at least until the storm dies down? i'm sure it wasn't easy getting here."

they were having a great time at the party, or at least logan was having a good time - there were a lot of people around and everytime he caught sight of his girlfriend she'd appeared to be surrounded by her girls. tossing the occasional wink in her direction, he would turn back to his friends as well, and the night was going along just fine. feeling his phone going off he saw her name come across the screen, a smirk on his features as it only grew when he read her text. excusing himself from his group he'd made his way over to the girls. ❝ excuse me while i steal her away. ❞ logan spoke, his arm moving around her waist, holding her close. ❝ you really wanna get out of here? ❞ 

it wasn't in arisa's nature to even send a text that risky but she's been with logan long enough to trust him and the party scene wasn't her thing after a while. she loved catching up with friends and having her one alcoholic drink but now she was kind of tipsy and ready to go home with her boyfriend. it also helps that she hadn't stopped thinking about the amount of sex they've been having since the holidays have given them more time together. giggling as she walked away with him, a hand slipping around his waist, "would it make me completely horrible if i said yes and that i want to go to bed with you?"

"fuck! what did i do this time?"

"i feel like you just don't get it, i tell you over and over that this dinner meant a lot to me. you think my family is gonna like you now after you showed up an hour late?"

feels riddled with insecurity the moment she notices the other quietly contemplating. the moment of silence almost makes yasmin feel like she should excuse herself. arden speaks before she has the chance. " sad ? " repeats with a scoff. is it that noticeable ? frowns, shrugging her shoulders. " you got a joint we can light up ? that'd make me feel better. " offers the other woman a lopsided smile. " i'm yasmin, by the way. "

"well, that i can do," she giggles a little as she pulls a joint out of from between her breast and walks over to the window and lighting it. taking a few hits before offering it to the other brunette. "i'm arden. you aren't gonna get sick on me, are you? i've had one too many experiences of someone drinking and then getting high, only to throw up everywhere." something she looks down on, nothing worse that then someone who can't handle themselves or know their limit. // @whorifics

" i wouldn't be so sure. they already invited me to aspen for new years. " really not her fault that she'd been embraced by the family so easily. nati had just accompanied diana to ease her nerves about meeting blaise's family. now ? now, nati comes around without her friend, if only ever to have dinner or chat with blaise's mother. words beckon her to glance at him again. " you're so fucked up, " quips without hesitation. falls quiet, though, breath hitching in the back of her throat when his fingers press against her neck. " so is that it ? got a problem with me being around your parents because you can't control yourself ? " snickers, hips already pushing forth to press against his. " if you're going to propose we fuck a second time, at least be a gentleman and take me to your old bedroom. i'm not going to disrespect your parents by letting you rail me in their kitchen. "

“you could’ve said no, you could’ve walked your sweet ass out of that conversation and not have to-” then it hits him. “oh, you’re cute. you want to be around me. if you hated me that much, if you were disgusted by what we did then you wouldn’t be here.” he leans forward placing small kisses on her bare neck, the cute little bikini she has on has been driving him crazy. natalia is nothing but a little minx so it’s only right to fuck her like one, his hand comes down to pull at the bikini to let out a breast, pulling on the nipple. natalia isn't saying no to him but she thinks she deserves to get fucked on a bed. “you’re nothing but a whore, so why would i bring one to my bed? you want to seem like an angel to my parents and diana but i have no problem showing them what a demon you really are.” with one hand still around her neck to keep her in place as his other hand rubs her covered clit. “are you wet for me, princess? you want to cum on my cock one more time?” // @whorifics

" oh . . . that's nice of you, sorta. " yasmin is terribly awkward, to say the least. can't even fathom establishing a normal conversation with a pretty girl, less so one she barely knows. " do i look like something's wrong with me ? " laughs, slight quirk about her brow.

sorta? who says sorta? maybe her game is a little off but she would think that yasmin would catch onto her flirting. arden just might have to try harder. "no, of course not. you just seem," she didn't know the right word to say without seeming like a bitch. "a little sad. so i was offering to help make you feel better."