• second part of Sweetener •
Jailen had did it.
She managed to get away, start over and forget about the things she went through. Her mom, her dad, her ex - if that's what you could consider him - they were all a thing of the past.
The only remind...
all im gonna say is WHEW 🤭 once again, this is the layout of the room, super important and I hope I did a good at describing- well, you'll see!
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bonus song(s) because i recently rediscovered the group: deftones - rosemary deftones - cherry waves
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| Jailen |
I thought that surely he was playing a prank on us. A little heehee joke to get his laugh for his birthday.
I even waited a few seconds to see if he'd change his mind but when he unbuckled his pants and slid his hand inside of them, I couldn't help but smile.
"Are you guys gonna make me wait all night or are you gonna show me how badly you've been wanting to fuck my girl?" He all but glared at Niall, who rolled his eyes, but stood to his feet nonetheless.
"You could've at least asked nicely," He said as Zayn shifted us so that I was sitting in the middle of the couch. Niall sank a knee into the cushion beside me, wasting no time as he grabbed my jaw and turned my head to him.
I whimpered when his mouth touched mine.
"Where's the fun in asking nicely?" Zayn said from the other side of me, his hand sliding up my thigh and tracing the seam of my panties.
"Especially with her," Harry added on, "She likes it when you take what you want, don't you, baby?"
Niall pulled away slightly, staring down at me with hooded eyes, "You want me to take what I want? Tell me."
Zayn leaned over, his lips attaching themselves to my neck and making it harder to speak as his fingers ghosted over my cunt.
I whimpered, nodding, "Yes."
"Yes, what?" Niall demanded, his hand moving down to grab ahold of my other thigh, "Tell me what you want me to do, Jai."
"Take what you want," I managed to whisper, my eyes shifting over to Harry. In the midst of what had happened, he had pulled himself from his pants.
He nodded his head slowly, his mouth open slightly as he stroked his dick, "Louder, sweetie. Let 'em hear you."
"You can take what you want- fuck," I whined as Zayn slipped his fingers inside of my panties and immediately rubbed over my clit. He had moved down, his mouth now leaving open kisses on my tits as they threathened to spill over the top of my dress.
"Look at me," Niall took his hand off of my thigh and raised it to my throat. He rested it at the nape of my neck first and I locked eyes with him, trying my hardest to keep them open as Zayn's fingers circled my hole. Niall smiled, "Say the word and I'll stop. No matter what," Slowly, he tightened his hand around my throat, his tongue darting out to lick my lips, "Say stop and it stops immediately."
