nishikiliker

[nishikiliker]

why tf am i tagged in this nasty kpop RPF shit bro HUH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 leave me out of this

imagine sitting on heejake lap, wearing lipstick and kissing them with it, after sometime lipstick stain start to bloom across their faces or even their collarbone, neck, adam apple area, lips were swollen and pink and they look smitten lovesick, begging u to give them more😫

Bonus if reader wearing a sexy lingerie 🙏🏻

Lipstick Games

*pairing: pervy nerdy Jake x fake innocent girl x frat pervy nerd Heeseung

*tags: Fake good guys, fake innocent girl, nerdy boys, a lot of kisses, degradation (slight) lipstick kisses in body parts, pacifiers, fingering, double penetration, threesome, power games, teasing, +18, unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl) if you are a minor do not read!!! be nice is the first time I've write a threesome, if you don't like it, not read it

(English is not my native language) 5.4k♥️

The room was warm, quiet, soaked with the smell of vanilla tea and sheets scattered everywhere. The curtains let in the golden light of the afternoon, which caressed the wooden floor and grazed your bare calf, where the uniform skirt had rolled up a little too much during the hours spent sitting cross-legged. Jake was sitting on the floor with his laptop on his lap, and now and then he would fix his glasses, clearly so as not to stare at you for too long. His cheeks were bright pink, his fingers trembling imperceptibly on the keyboard. Hee, on the other hand, was smeared on the couch with his legs spread too casually to be innocent. Every time you moved, his eyes slipped on your legs and got lost there. But when you notice, he looks you straight in the eye with a sharp smile and runs his fingers through his hair as if he has nothing to hide. You wore the academy cardigan unbuttoned to the chest, where the white shirt let a glimpse of the red lace bra had arrived spring and the first heat of May had made itself felt. The clothing you wore was not vulgar but enough to drive them crazy. Three hours of study. Three hours when you noticed everything. The way Jake lowered his glasses every time you bent down, trying not to stare too long. The way Hee bit his lip when you crossed your legs. The way they sometimes looked at you… like they forgot you were only three students in a room. You snort and stretch, lifting your arms above your head. The shirt drapes, letting a glimpse of a flap of your lingerie. Your voice is languid, lazy: “Phew… three hours of equations. True eroticism, huh?”

Jake becomes immobilized, his hand still hanging on the trackpad. Hee, from the couch, gives out a half-moan and masks it with a fake cough. "Yes, nothing excites me more than a logarithm. Except, perhaps, the way you're stretching yourself." Hee said sarcastically "Huh? Come on, I'm alone… untie i'm shoulders…" you looked at the two boys with red cheeks and an innocent smile Jake cleared his voice and looked everywhere but you. 'D-Do you want me to print you the charts? Or do you like the pdf?' "Mmm … let me see.” You move slowly towards him, with slow, silent steps. You sit on his lap with a disarming naturalness, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Open the laptop between the two of you, as if you do not feel the way his breathing freezes, or how his hands cling to the sides of the PC so as not to touch you.

"Jake… are you shaking?" you said laughing. 'Me? No! It's just … you're very light. Like … feather.' You laugh quietly, and then just turn around, rest your lips on his cheek with a slow kiss, leaving a crimson imprint of your creamy lipstick that you used to use at school all the time. “Very good. This is for patience.” Hee gets up from the couch shooting. His gaze is red-hot. "Oh, so we're handing out prizes today?" he said sourly. You turn to him, the mischievous smile that cuts your lips. “If you want yours … just ask.” You calmly approach him. You stop a breath away from his face. He's not moving. It just clenches the jaw. "Do you want your stamp too?” you said, looking him in the eye with a little challenge. 'Try to give it to me. But don't blame me if I don't want to take it off anymore.' You lift a little on the tips and print a kiss on the neck, right under the ear and the shade of your lipstick remains, your lips leave a red, shiny, perfect imprint. Hee closes his eyes. His hands clasped to his hips. Jake watches you from behind, dumb. His breath is broken. You just turn around, and look at both of you. “So, shall we go over paragraph seven? Or do you want to confess that you haven't heard a word in at least two hours?” Silence. '…I took notes.' said Jake “I took and studied … more." heeseung said, laughing. You were standing in front of them, your uniform skirt slightly up, your hands behind your back, your cardigan open enough to show the hint of red lace under your shirt. “So … who wants an award for studying well?" you said innocently Jake swallowed empty. Hee barely raised an eyebrow. “It depends on the prize. But if that's what I think, I've already won it.” Before you could even answer, Heeseung grabbed you by the hips and gently pulled you towards him, making you sit astride him, hands resting slowly on your waist. “You've been playing since you walked into our apartment dressed like this … and I'm going crazy,” he said looking at your lips and then it happened. He kissed you. It was not a light or temporary kiss. He was deep, hungry, full of restrained frustration, as if he had waited too long. His lips moved with mastery over yours, and his hands climbed under the cardigan, barely touching your bare back. His breath merged with yours. Jake was motionless. His heart seemed to beat so hard that he felt it in silence. You slowly pulled away from Hee, still short of breath, and turned to Jake, who was sitting there, petrified.

"Do you want me to stop?" you said in a sweet voice He looked at you for a moment. His eyes filled with confusion, desire and … need. 'No. Please … no.' he said softly, you smiled at him, soft, and crawled over the couch to reach him. You took him by the collar of the sweatshirt and lured him to you. The kiss with Jake was different: Tender at first, as if shaking inside. But you gently bit his lower lip and he opened all at once. His hands gripped your thighs, fingers clasping the skin over your socks as he kissed you with increasing impetus. Then you went back to Hee, still with Jake's lips on, and resumed the kiss with Heeseung, this time even slower, denser. The tongues that were looking for each other, the hands that now clasped you as if they had forgotten all inhibition. " You're toxic. I can't stop." he said, panting against your mouth “I don't want you to stop.” you said smiling, you were between the two, one kissing your neck, slowly, leaving trails of chills, while the other grazed your inner thigh, with light, mischievous fingers, still above the fabric. Jake whispered against your skin: 'You are so soft… so hot…' “And I'm still all dressed up. Imagine later … " you said whispering Hee ran his tongue over his lips and grabbed your chin: "You're a problem and I swear I want to lose myself inside of you.” Jake nodded quietly. 'Me too…' And you, sitting there with your heart beating like a drum and your body burning with shivers, realized that this was just the beginning.

The room had become a slow oven, full of desire. The clothes were still (almost) all on, but the temperature had risen to the point where even breathing seemed sinful. Hands slipped, lips searched, and names-yours, theirs-mingled in a continuous, heaving whisper. You were still straddling Heeseung, his strong hands clasped on your hips as he devoured you with deep kisses. Your pelvis moved just above him, you felt his erection press against your thin lingerie, and you felt moist, already lost. Then Jake stepped forward from behind, his hands trembled a little, but his eyes were full of desire, held back too long. He knelt next to the couch, and her hand grazed your inner thigh, rising under her skirt with caution and reverence. ' … You are … wet… you are … so perfect…' he whispered, in a broken voice. "Do you like it?" you said laughing, Jake nodded, biting his lip, then looked you in the eye. 'Can I … take off your socks?' You turned slowly, and with a mischievous smile, you handed him his leg, the skirt that lifted more. He took it in your hands and slowly pulled off your socks, kissing your ankle slowly along the way, with a devotion that made you tremble. When he finished, he stroked your bare skin with his fingertips and moaned softly, like a frustrated puppy.

'It's my turn, now … I want to hear you about me…' "Oh? The little dog wants his turn?" you said raising an eyebrow "Degrade it well, baby. Look how he is on his knees for you… " chuckled Hee, Jake blushed violently, but did not stop touching you. You ran a hand through his hair, gently squeezing it, then moved over him, leaving Hee behind you. You sat on his lap, and you immediately felt how hard he was under his pants. Maybe even more than Heeseung. You began to swing slowly, creating a slow clutch between your wet center and his pants. Jake moaned softly, his hands clasping your hips as if afraid you'd run away. 'Oh God … you are a dream…' he said gasping as you did so, Hee leaned behind you, his hands on your ribs.

"Look how you drive him crazy … and you're still dressed…" said Hee whispering to your earlobe, his hands slipped under your cardigan and grabbed the edge of your shirt. "Raise your arms.” You obeyed, without a breath, and Heeseung pulled off your cardigan first, then your shirt, slowly, leaving you in a bra, red, transparent, provocative. 'My goodness…' said Jake with a twinge of voice, heeseung's lips began to kiss your back, then your shoulders, then your neck. You could feel his tongue, and his teeth, and every contact was a spark. “And look how much you are enjoying his womb… You want to make him cum just rubbing you and who would you first want to love you and who would take you?" Heeseung said laughing. You turned around, with a cheeky smile.

"You ask me to choose… But who said I have to choose?” You moved again, kissing Jake passionately, as Hee's hands caressed your belly, and hips, then climbed to touch your breasts over your bra. It was a fire with three hearts, three breaths, three crossed desires. And you were the center of everything.

Your lips were swollen, reddened, shining with desire. The air in the room smelled of warm skin, broken whispers, and restrained breaths. You pulled that little cherry red lipstick out of your bag. You opened it slowly, with a mischievous smile, and began to pass it on your lips with slow, hypnotic gestures. 'It's too good for you. Christ.' said Jake moaning The two were sitting on the couch, boyfriend to boyfriend, legs spread, stares fixed on you. Jake had the sweatshirt half open and you, with a small gesture, pulled the zip down to the bottom. The fabric slipped away, revealing his thin, nervous, gentle but hidden boyish chest. In Heeseung, on the other hand, you pulled the sweater over your head, leaving it with the skin already warm under your fingers. And then you straddled each other, dressed only in your red lingerie bra and thin thong panties, and you began to kiss them one at a time, slowly, on the chest, on the sternum, to the navel. Each kiss of yours left a subtle imprint of lipstick on their skin, like small marks of belonging.

'You're so so so so,' Jake said, trembling, he did not finish the sentence. He didn't need to. "Brand us. Drive us crazy." Heeseung chuckled softly, you were rocking slowly, your body both moving forward, and you felt how tense they were, how much they wanted you. Your pelvis moved with a slow pace, while their hands clasped your thighs, caressed your back, and whispered warm but also sweet things to you. Then, as you bent down again to kiss them lower, Heeseung let himself be taken by the euphoria. His hand slid to the zip of his pants and lowered, showing the taut fabric of the boxer. "Heeseung," said Jake and you, without losing the rhythm, turned to Jake. "Take off your pants too. I want to see you both.” Jake obeyed, his hands slightly trembling, but his eyes shining with excitement. Now that they were both exposed before you, the tense boxer. You kissed them both, one after the other, not in the most obvious places, but on where it had an effect: lower abdomen, hips, the skin between the ribs, near the groin. "I want you. Now." said Hee in a hoarse voice 'I want you all too.' Jake whispered You smiled, with smudged lipstick and sparkling eyes. "And I want you both.” And while the hands were intertwined, and the bodies were still approaching, you realized that now there was no turning back. But you didn't want to. They were yours. And you tell them.

It was Jake who surprised everyone. Until that moment he had been the timidest, the most attentive, the one who blushed if only you told him "kiss me better". But now, with eyes veiled with desire, he took you by the hand and made you lie flat on the big sofa as if he were opening a gift that he did not know if it deserved. 'Can I make you feel good?' he asked in a soft but confident voice, you Nod, looking at him with a languid smile, but move your gaze to Heeseung, who had already settled by your side, the dark, hypnotized look. "And you already play with me. Here” You pointed to your breasts, still covered by the thin bra. He doesn't repeat it. His fingers were slow but hungry as he pulled it off slowly, freeing you. His lips soon after stick to your bare skin, and his teeth leave little bites amid red-hot kisses. Jake, meanwhile, leaned over you with almost moving adoration, his hands shaking slightly as they slid down your thighs. Then he looked you in the eye. 'You are beautiful. And already so ready…' His words make you tremble. You could feel Hee's breath on your neck, the warmth of his tongue leaving moist traces and his hand clutching your breast with a wild, almost painful birthmark. "Jakey, Hee don't stop…" you said while the hands were looking for their hair "You're already stuttering, angel if you're really greedy, huh?" said Hee as he gently bit your bare breast “I can't get enough…” Your words lit something in their eyes. Hee became more confident, hungrier, he began to suck your breasts with more force, with sadistic and precise slowness. And Jake, without warning, did something that made you stick your fingers in his hair and pull, moaning loudly. 'So good. Let go. You look beautiful when you lose control.' he said in a hoarse voice, your hips move, looking, driving and Jake laughed softly, as he whispered warm words to you, praising you, soiling your mind with sweetness and ferocity together.

"What do you want, mmh? Tell us baby, " said Heeseung biting your ear "More please, more. I want more, " you said in a broken voice, Jake looked up, his eyes burning. “Our girl is insatiable…” "Then she knows who to be with." Heeseung chuckled, and the moment they both bent over you, with their hands and mouths everywhere, you realized that they would not stop until they heard you scream their names. And even later.

Jake licks get faster. More greedy. As if he had finally stopped holding back. His tongue moved with surprising precision, circular, pressing, ravenous. His fingers, still inside you, find the exact spot and hammer it with a constant rhythm. Your breath was breaking. "Oh my God, don't stop I beg you if you are so good I hear you everywhere…" "You want to come?" Hee asked you with a cruel grin, as he squeezed his chin between his thumb and forefinger. He was looking at you with those dark, unbrushed eyes. Jake looked up for a moment, his lips moist. 'Say it. I want to hear you ask permission.' "Yes, yes, please let me come, let me do it, I want to come for you, I want to gasp for you " Jake wasted no time. He tucked his tongue between your swollen, taut lips, teasing and then nibbling at your clit with a fresh hunger. Hee, without warning, took you by the throat with a strong hand and dragged you into a deep kiss. His other hand squeezed your breasts, now reddened and tense, nipples squeezed between his fingers as if he wanted to sculpt your pleasure into the body. A hand of yours was embedded between Hee's shoulder as if you were trying to anchor yourself to him so as not to be sucked into the vortex.

The other grabbed Jake's hair, driving him deeper. And then it happened. When Hee bit your lower lip, your body arched. Everything is. The cry that came out of your throat was almost inhuman, and you came. Strong. Trembling. Wet. Under Jake's fingers and ravenous mouth. He did not stop. He still sucked you, like he wanted to savor it all. He drank every wave, every district, with adoration. "You're amazing," Hee muttered, as he stroked your side. "But I want to hear you too." Jake lifted slightly, and with a calculated length, smeared some of your excitement between your lower lips, drawing a line with a finger. "Look how reactive you are. Your pH has literally exploded. Your body is in overload mode, " he said with a perverted nerd grin, eyes shining behind fogged glasses. Then, as if nothing had happened, Jake ran another finger over your lips and brought them to Hee's mouth.

'Here. You deserve to feel how sweet it is.' and Jake smeared your excitement into Hee's lips You looked at them, your hips still shaken by post-orgasm tremors. And in a hoarse, but firm voice: "Kiss me Heeseung. I want to hear you, I want to feel my taste." Hee turned to you, and kissed you. Slow, deep, moist. Your tongues intertwine, and you feel your taste in that shared kiss. The warmth, the intimacy, the transgression you make you moan slowly. It was like touching your essence in a way you never imagined. When you came off, with shortness of breath and inflamed eyes, you saw Jake taking off his boxer, his erection was noticeable, hard, tense, and Hee looked at him with an accomplice smile.

"Wow… not bad for a guy who corrects codes in his underwear on Saturday night," Hee said in an amused tone, then praised him, brushing his side. 'I wonder how many more bugs you could fix… with that.' Jake laughed softly, shy and smug. But there was no trace left of the awkward boy. Just a man who looked at you like he was ready to devastate you. Carefully, respectfully … but mercilessly. 'Do you want even more, good girl?' he asked, fingers already on your skin. You nod. And inside you, you knew it was just the beginning, your breath was still broken by orgasm when your gaze fell on Jake. He had just taken the boxer, It was thick, venous, tense. The glans was shiny, pearly from his excitement. His gaze was tense, his lips ajar. And yet, even in the most raw moment, he looked at you as if you were sacred. 'Good girl…' he muttered. 'Now take away yours too.' You turned to Hee. His smile was lazy, smug, his torso reclined as if he wanted to be served. You slowly pulled the boer It was slightly curved upwards, crossed by visible veins. You licked your lips thoughtlessly, and the two looked at each other, sharing an amused expression. "So," Hee muttered, stroking your cheek. "Who do you want to fuck first, baby?' You looked at them both, one at a time, feeling their cheeks flare up. It was an embarrassment, yes, but also a burning desire. Your lips barely opened, your voice a whisper: "Both of you…" Jake rolled his eyes.

'Fuck…' was all he could say. Hee smiled at you with surprising sweetness, even with hunger in his eyes. He gently stroked the back of your head and said, "You are the most beautiful thing we have ever wanted. You're so brave. So ours." You bit your lip. "I've never done it… with both. Not like that.» Jake took your hand. 'Neither do we. But if you trust us, we'll fill you up. We give you everything. Everything you deserve.'

Your heart beat like a drum, but you nodded. Jake sat on the couch, legs slightly spread, erection pointed high. He beckoned. 'Come here. Come on top of me.' You reached him, and Hee knelt behind you, hands already on your skin, hot, hungry. "I'll wait for Jake to be inside you… then I'll get you ready. I want you to hear everything. But good." His fingers crept between your thighs, sliding into your still swollen, still sensitive slit from the first orgasm. He picked up your excitement, viscous and warm, and slowly smeared it between your buttocks, massaging you slowly. You turned, trembling, and climbed over Jake. His hands grabbed your hips as you settled down, feeling the tip of his erection touching your intimate lips. "Raise a little …" said Hee, and you obeyed, lifting your pelvis just enough. Then you felt Hee's first finger slip behind you, slow but firm. He gently let him in, using your own lubrication. You screamed quietly, surprised at how intense it was. Jake stroked your hips, his voice hoarse: 'Is everything okay? Are you sure, baby?' "Yes…" you gasped. "Do everything. Fill."

Jake calmly guided you, sliding you along its length, first teasing your entrance, then sinking flat, an inch at a time. The feeling took your breath away. It was hot, hard, deep. He opened you with patience, adoration. It made you feel revered. Behind you, Hee kept preparing you, his fingers moving masterfully, as he watched your body shake with each other. Your heart was pounding, but your voice was still: "I'm ready… I want to hear you both." Jake kissed you softly on the chest, on the neck. Hee bent over to lick your back, your spine. Jake was already completely inside you. Every fiber of your body trembled with fullness, with the warm, pulsating feeling that invaded you as you squeezed it with force. You felt full, full, as if you had finally found the exact center of yourself. You groaned softly against his shoulder. "I hear you… everywhere. You're so … big…" Jake gasped, his voice broken. 'Christ, you're tight… you're driving me crazy…' You wrapped yourself around him, clutching your arms over his shoulders as you began to ride him, slow, deep, looking for rhythm. Each thrust was a mixture of fire and sweetness as if you were melting something you had always kept hidden.

Then, a second contact. A new pressure, lower, more decisive. Hee's tip had settled right there-against your other entrance, still inexperienced, but carefully and patiently prepared. You turned your head, your breath uncertain, and you looked at him with eyes veiled with desire. "Put one arm on my shoulder… and one on his," he whispered in a firm voice. You did it, letting yourself stretch between the two like a bridge, a living bond between them.

Jake barely lifted his pelvis, letting his member still graze you from inside. 'We'll catch you in perfect sync…' he whispered, eyes fixed on yours. "You'll be all ours." Nodded slowly, the heart beating like a drum. "I go in first," Hee said, looking at Jake "Then it's up to you." When it sank into you, your voice broke into a cry. It was too much, too intense — but you didn't want them to stop. It was a new fire, sweet and brutal at the same time, something that touched the edge, but with two hands that held you firm, two hearts that beat against yours. Then hon came in again, and this time… they were both inside you. Scream. You cried almost with pleasure. You buckled, lost in a vortex you never even imagined. "I'm… I can't… oh God … you're … you're …" you stammered, unable to put a sentence together. 'Tell me what you feel, love…' muttered Jake, kissing your neck. 'Are we fucking you right?' "It's too much … it's beautiful… you're … filling me… so much… I can hear you everywhere…" Hee kissed you between the shoulder blades, hands clasped to your sides, holding you still as he began to move. "You can take us, I know. Look at how you're welcoming us… that's what you were born for." 'Can we move?' asked Jake, his voice broken by desire. "Yes … yes … move, please…"

And they moved. In perfect alternation, like two currents flowing within you. jake was sweeter, slower, and often lifted to push with depth and attention. Hee, on the other hand, took you more forcefully, his hands guiding you, holding you as if you were only his. And you, in between, with your body arched, let every wave of pleasure pass through you. Every groan, every sigh, every whisper was shared. Your name was said in a low voice, like a prayer. Jake stroked your belly, feeling you tremble. 'You're perfect… you're our girl. The one we always wanted.' Hee slowly bit your back, leaving warm, possessive marks. "Look how you're taking us… we won't stop you until we hear you both scream our names." And you, among them, gave in. You opened up. You gave yourself completely. It was a strange love, that of nerds. Full of numbers and details, almost manic attention. But there, on that couch, it was only flesh, heart, and desire. Devoted only to you. How about you? You've never had so much.

There was no more shyness in Jake. Not now. His breathing was rough, his hands firm on your sides as he pushed you against his body with deep, loud, hungry blows. Every time it sank, your body welcomed it as if it didn't want to let it go. A dark groan escaped from his lips. 'God … your pussy … sucks me in like I'm made to keep me there forever…' He kissed you in a disorderly, ungainly way, between strokes, as if the mind could not hold the desire and sweetness at the same time. But the way he looked at you … made you feel both revered and degraded. 'You're our good girl, aren't you?' he whispered against your skin. 'Or just a perverse little nerd who wants to feel used by those who adore you?' Hee, behind you, was quieter, deadlier. His thrusts became deeper, more precise, and more raw. His grip on your hips was firm, and when you moaned "It's too much…", you squeezed both of their hair with your trembling fingers.

Hee lowered his voice, scratching your ear with a whisper that made you vibrate from within. "Too much for whom? For a girl who wanted them both in from the beginning? Which opened up as a damned sacrificial offering?" He gently stroked you, then added with perverted sweetness: "You're taking everything, and you're doing it damn well. I knew that beneath that innocent face was our insatiable little creature." Jake giggled, kissing your collarbone as his fingers sought your center. 'Look how it moves. He's shaking. We drive her crazy, Hee…' You felt the thrusts of both like alternating waves, one hitting you in the heart and the other in the throat. You moved, you wiggled, no longer knowing where you ended and where they began. Then Jake whispered, " You're so swollen … let me tease you a little, baby…" and began to massage your clit with her dexterous, quick fingers, darn aware of your sweet spot. "Stop," Hee ordered behind you, in a hoarse voice. "I want to go deeper. Don't run away from me." 'Don't make him angry,' Jake added with a grin. 'He loves to punish good girls who get too impatient…' And as his fingers pinched your pleasure, as Hee pushed deeper and held you open as if it were his, you felt the body break into a glowing wave. "I'm … I'm coming! "Yes, come for us…" they whispered almost in unison. Your body collapsed against Jake's chest, legs trembling, as an orgasm swept you with the force of a tide. The muscles tightened around them, and you both felt moaning against your skin. But it wasn't over.

"Who … who do we fill first, baby?"said a voice, you no longer knew who. They were one entity now. "Which of your holes do you want us to dye with our pleasure?" "Everyone …" you groaned. "Everyone … do it…" A shiver ran through your body. You felt they were about to explode inside you. And you wanted to keep them. Both of you. They were yours. And you were them. The breath escaped you in a sob of pleasure when Jake once again sank into you. His body trembled against yours, and his moans—almost stammered, choked with need—scratched your soul. 'Fuck … you're so hot, so tight…' he muttered against your neck, as he clutched at you. 'You're … perfect. You're mine, ours.' You felt yourself burning inside as his pleasure mounted, irrepressible. And then you felt it explode in you. A quiver, a moan, and then his body straining as his heat poured into your hungry flesh. You closed your eyes, moaning softly, your chest against hers. "Jake … you're … filling me up…" he whispered with difficulty, his voice trembling. "Don't stop…" He pushed again, slow, deep, as if he wanted every drop to stay in there. And when she finally came out, a hot thread slid down your bare thighs. But there was no time to catch your breath, for Hee grabbed you from behind, with a determination that made you tremble. "We're not done yet, baby!"

Hee set you up with his chest pressed against Jake's still tense abs, your hands open above him, and held you tight by his hips as he guided his desire against your second entrance. Your breath broke when you heard his tip knock softly, then more decisively. "Wait … Hee … it's too much—" "Shh," he interrupted you in a velvety but cruel voice. "He always says it at first… and then cries with pleasure as he asks us not to stop." His hand stroked your back carefully, as it penetrated you with torturous slowness. And when it was all inside, you felt broken in two, full in every part of you. He began to move, pushing stronger, more true. He made you gasp, moan, tremble. 'Look how beautiful she is as she takes us both,' Jake muttered, still panting beneath you, as she gently stroked your hair. And you, unable to answer, stammered between the broken breaths. "S-you're too… I can't … I can't…" But it was a lie. You wanted them both. Always. Hee took your chin, without stopping. "Little innocent fake … don't pretend now. Look how you take us, how you want us. You were born to be filled by us." And then, sweeter, brushing your lips with a long kiss: "And we will never let you go." The rhythm became wild. Hee's every push made you moan disarticulate, and Jake whispered sweetness in your ear as his hands stroked your belly and taut breasts. Then the touch on your clitoris: gentle, precise, devastating. 'She's coming again,' jake muttered. 'She's so good. She's shaking. Do you feel loved, baby?' "Yes … yes … I want you inside, always…" Hee moaned dark.

"We want you full of us. Inside every bend, every breath." Their words got mixed up in your ear as the orgasm broke you. Your body bent, liquid, around them. Jake kissed you softly. Hee held you tight. And then you felt it: Hee's body shaking, his moans against your skin as he filled you with all of himself. They let you go slow. They laid you on the couch carefully, as if you were sacred. jake took your hand, and kissed you. 'You got into it, you know? Not only in the body … also in the head.' Hee, sitting next to you, gently stroked your thigh. "You've created a problem now. Because now we are in love and obsessed with you."

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officially started

i'm GOING to write the royalty au next

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i'm GOING to write the royalty au next

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caesars neighbour in ATSAC

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holly filming joseph

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i love the idea that on the surface joseph is the pervert cus. well he is a pervert and hes just generally very horny. but meanwhile caesar has an actual deviant side hidden very well behind his coy little smile like hes the secret freak

nsfw /// i shouldve had caesar sniff tequilas soiled panties while she sucked him off in that one chapter

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nsfw /// i shouldve had caesar sniff tequilas soiled panties while she sucked him off in that one chapter

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I FINALLY POSTED THE LAST CHAPTER

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This scene from @nishikiliker's fic "The Things We Can't Say" I LOVE THIS FIC SO GODDAMN MUCH

[nishikiliker]

as someone thinking of getting into writing fic (and who admires you very much), do you have any advice?

aw thank you, sure!

- i'm not the greatest at writing prose or setting, but once i sort of said "whatever i'm writing for fun it doesn't matter" it was a lot easier to write stuff

- if i'm stuck on a part of a scene i'll just skim past it in a paragraph or two and briefly describe what happened so i can move onto the next part

- years before i started writing, i'd sometimes attempt to write something before giving up, and what i'd do was write a sort of detailed skeleton of what was meant to happen before filling it in. this just complicated things in my adhd brain needlessly and blocked the natural flow of my thoughts

- same with writing scenes i was excited about in advance. it's better to let the scenes you're hyped about motivate you to keep going until you get there, especially since things might change as you write and then all of a sudden you find yourself not knowing how to transition from point A to point B

- i've been told plenty of times i'm good at writing dialogue, and that's also what i find easiest and i'm most comfortable with it, so i just let myself write it how i want and don't worry about it too much, i find when i do that it carries the story naturally (tldr play to your strengths)

- review!!!! re-read it a lot!!! even if it's not with the intention of editing, when you're returning to keep writing you should re-read what you've written in that chapter every time, it gets you back into the flow of the scene AND every time you read you'll catch things here and there that could sound better

- DON'T FALL INTO THE TRAP WHERE PEOPLE GET WORRIED ABOUT REPEATING NAMES/PROPER NOUNS. i'm talking like, changing "caesar looked at joseph" to "the italian looked at the englishman". it may sound repetitive to you when you're writing, but the alternative is unnecessary and honestly feels clunkier and annoying and its a very 'fanfiction' trope. the ONLY time i think things like that are necessary are when you want to emphasise those parts of the character because of the scene - for example, if joseph and caesar are talking about their nationalities, "the italian looked at the englishman" would be perfect. if you want to subtly remind the readers of a difference in height, "caesar looked up at the taller man" works. only swap out their names if it's absolutely necessary OR if you really think you've said their names too many times in one paragraph!

- honestly and i'm not joking, THE MOST important thing is to have fun because if you're not it won't flow naturally, and you'll procrastinate a ton (or maybe i'm just that way because or autism/adhd, but chances are if you're asking about fanfic on tumblr you are too). find a way to write that YOU enjoy and have fun with it!!!!

now go... BE FREE

[nishikiliker]

Screenshots would be awesome, thanks 🙏😎

here you go!!!

[nishikiliker]

i genuinely posted this 20 hours ago but ok. chapter is halfway done

alright i better write this damn chapter already huh

[nishikiliker]

locking in 🤞

alright i better write this damn chapter already huh

[nishikiliker]

For Spotify, you might need to make another account if you want to keep it anonymous... Depends if you want to go through that effort!

ohhh alright, well maybe i can just screenshot my playlists instead later :)

as for "I Can't Quit You Baby", someone else made one already!!

[nishikiliker]

alright i better write this damn chapter already huh

[nishikiliker]

I love your fics so much! Do you have a playlist for them? I'd love to listen while reading.

thank you! umm is there a way to share playlists on spotify while keeping yourself anonymous? or will others always see the creators profile? ;-;

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