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[icisiss]

making out with them, as they finger-fuck you.

Oliver Aiku

Oliver leaned back against the headboard with that cocky half-smirk of his, the kind that already promised trouble. His hand slid easily to the back of your neck, tugging you into his mouth before you could even catch your breath. The kiss was messy from the start.. wet, tongue pushing deep, his teeth catching your lower lip just to make you gasp into him. He liked it sloppy, the kind of kiss that left your chin slick, and he groaned low in his throat when you melted against him.

his free hand had already found its way under your clothes, fingers spreading against the heat between your thighs. He didn’t waste time with gentle teasing. two fingers slipped inside, knuckles deep, dragging a sharp cry from your throat that he swallowed into the kiss. Oliver kissed you harder for it, tongue stroking yours as his fingers curled upward, hitting the softest spot again and again. His thumb pressed down hard on your clit, circling mercilessly as his fingers pumped faster, every movement filthy and unrelenting. “oliverr— hands... so good! fuck baby”

your moans broke the kiss, breath catching, but Oliver only chased your mouth again, groaning against your lips as if your pleasure was turning him on more than anything. “That’s it, baby… fuck, give it to me,” he rasped against your mouth, his voice hot and wrecked. The sound of his fingers working inside you was wet, messy, loud in the quiet room. He angled his hand so every thrust made your thighs twitch, and when you gasped his name against his lips, he grinned into the kiss like he’d won, fingering you even rougher just to watch you come undone on his hand.

Sae Itoshi

Sae took his time, his mouth claiming yours with a cold precision that made your whole body tense. His kiss wasn’t sloppy, it was deep, slow, and dominating. He tasted you like he was cataloging every reaction, tongue sliding deliberately against yours before he pulled back just enough to let you chase him. That tiny smirk tugged at his lips when you did, and then he dragged you back into another kiss, harder, more consuming.

his hand slipped between your thighs with the same calm control, but his fingers were brutal once they sank inside. Two, then three, without warning, stretching you open as he curled them cruelly against that tender spot. He didn’t give you rhythm, just sharp, purposeful thrusts that had your hips jerking helplessly. Every time you moaned into his mouth, he swallowed it whole, sucking on your tongue until you were dizzy.

when you tried to breathe, Sae bit your bottom lip, his voice dropping low against your mouth: “Pathetic… already this wet?” His fingers twisted inside you, knuckles grinding against your walls as his thumb toyed lazily with your clit — slow, teasing circles that didn’t match the rough pace of his thrusts. The contrast was maddening, your body straining for release as he kept kissing you breathless, pulling every sound you made into his own mouth. He made you feel used, controlled, ruined — and the smug satisfaction in his smirk said he wouldn’t stop until you were trembling all over him. Michael Kaiser

Kaiser kissed you like he wanted to brand you, like your mouth was just another place he needed to conquer. His hand fisted in your hair, tugging your head back so he could crush his lips against yours. The kiss was overwhelming from the start. tongue forced past your lips, messy and consuming, saliva mixing as he growled into your mouth. Every time you tried to pull back for air, he followed, smirking against your lips as if he owned every sound you made.

his other hand slipped between your legs, and he wasted no time sinking two fingers inside you, burying them to the hilt. He moved roughly, fast, like he wanted to ruin you as quickly as possible. The lewd squelch of your arousal only made him laugh into the kiss, the sound vibrating against your mouth as his fingers curled inside you. knowing where to hit you're place, knowing where to make you feel good at.. His thumb ground against your clit with ruthless pressure, circles sharp and unrelenting, making your thighs spasm against his wrist. “mmm... augh, shit— need.. you,” you cried out, your trembling lips still against his... grinding down on his fingers.

“shitt, you’re dripping for me already?” he panted against your lips, licking into your mouth like he was addicted. He kissed you harder when your body jerked, when your moans cracked into whimpers, forcing your lips open wider as his fingers curled perfectly against your sweetest spot. The kiss turned sloppy fast, saliva trailing down your chin as he fucked you with his hand, reveling in the mess he was making. “Look at you—ruined on my fingers, and I haven’t even started yet.” His pace only got rougher, filthy and relentless, until your whole body writhed against him, drowning in his mouth and his hand at once. Yoichi Isagi

Isagi kissed you like he was starving, like he’d been waiting forever to taste you. His hands framed your face at first, pulling you into his mouth with a needy groan that vibrated against your lips, it was frantic, wet, tongues colliding as he devoured every sound you made. He breathed into you like he couldn’t get enough, breaking the kiss only to drag his mouth down your jaw and bite at your neck before crashing back to your lips.

his fingers were just as eager, slipping between your thighs and plunging into you with zero hesitation. He let out a sharp moan into your mouth the second he felt how wet you were, his hips twitching like he couldn’t stand that it was just his hand inside you. He pumped his fingers fast, messy, curling them so deep you cried out against his lips. The slick sound of him fingering you echoed in the air, lewd and shameless, only making him kiss you harder.

“God—fuck—you feel so good,” he groaned into your mouth, thumb dragging across your clit in rough, desperate circles. He couldn’t keep a rhythm, too busy kissing you like he was addicted, but that only made every stroke more chaotic, more overwhelming. He swallowed every gasp, every cry, panting into you as his fingers worked faster, sloppy and relentless. His kiss turned messy, spit running down your chin as his tongue pushed past your lips again, fucking your mouth the same way his fingers fucked your cunt, deep, wet, unrestrained, until you were shuddering helplessly against him. Alexis Ness

Ness kissed you like he wanted to worship and ruin you at the same time. His lips pressed softly to yours at first, coaxing you open with slow, teasing licks of his tongue. He moaned sweetly into your mouth, a sound that contrasted the filth in his touch, because while his kiss was soft and coaxing, his fingers were already buried inside you, moving with a roughness that betrayed his eagerness.

the moment your lips parted wider, he deepened the kiss, tongue sliding over yours in long, drawn-out strokes as if savoring you. His free hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face to keep you locked against him while his other hand pumped into your cunt faster, curling his fingers until your thighs shook. He swallowed every moan, every breathless gasp, his kiss turning wetter, needier, strings of spit connecting your lips when he pulled back just to whisper, “So perfect like this… falling apart for me.”

then he kissed you harder — sloppy, desperate — his tongue forcing its way back into your mouth as his thumb found your clit. He circled it mercilessly, the pressure unrelenting, until your hips bucked into his hand. The sound of your wetness was obscene, echoing between your bodies, and Ness groaned into your mouth like he was the one falling apart. His kiss grew messier with every thrust of his fingers, spit running down your chin as he sucked on your tongue, dragging you toward release with every filthy stroke. Tabito Karasu

Karasu kissed you like it was a game he’d already won. His lips crashed into yours without warning, tongue shoving into your mouth before you even had time to breathe. He laughed low in his throat when you moaned against him, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and biting down just hard enough to make you whimper. The kiss was sloppy, messy, with spit running down your chin as he devoured you like he wanted to leave you wrecked.

his hand slid between your thighs, fingers pressing into your heat with a cruel pace right from the start. Two slipped inside easily, pumping deep and fast, curling in just the right spot to make your hips jerk. He didn’t slow down.. if anything, he fucked you with his hand like he wanted to hear just how wet and loud he could make you. The sound of your slickness squelching around his fingers was obscene, echoing in the room while he kissed you harder, laughing into your mouth when your body trembled against him.

“You’re such a mess already,” he rasped between kisses, his voice dripping with smugness. His thumb pressed down on your clit, rubbing in rough, sharp circles that made your thighs quake. He swallowed your cries greedily, groaning into your mouth as if your desperation only fueled him. The kiss turned brutal, all tongue and teeth, his pace unrelenting until you were gasping into his mouth. every stroke of his fingers rough, filthy, and devastatingly precise. Karasu only kissed you deeper, drowning your moans with his own, fingers working you until you were nothing but trembling heat in his hands. Rin Itoshi

Rin didn’t waste time. His mouth crashed into yours with brutal urgency, tongue pushing past your lips immediately, claiming every inch of your mouth. The kiss was heavy, suffocating, his teeth dragging your lower lip until you gasped, and he swallowed that sound greedily, groaning low as if he’d been starving for it. Every move of his tongue was rough, demanding, leaving no space for you to breathe, and when you tried to pull away, his hand clamped at the back of your neck, shoving you back into the kiss.

his fingers drove into you with the same merciless energy. Two sank deep, stretching you open before curling hard against your sweetest spot, knuckles grinding against your walls with every thrust. He didn’t tease — he fucked you with his hand, fast and punishing, every pump precise enough to make your legs shake. The slick squelch of his fingers inside you filled the air, and Rin growled into your mouth like the sound alone turned him on.

“Pathetic—so fucking loud for just my fingers,” he hissed against your lips before sealing his mouth back over yours. His thumb pinned down on your clit, rubbing it raw with unrelenting circles as his fingers snapped inside you. The kiss was sloppy now, spit smeared across both your mouths, Rin’s tongue fucking yours the same way his fingers fucked your cunt. deep, rough, filthy. He kissed you like he wanted to own every sound, every twitch, every desperate cry. And when your whole body jolted, legs trembling, he only smirked against your lips, fucking you harder with his hand to drag the orgasm out of you until you were writhing, broken against him, completely lost in his mouth and fingers.

[icisiss]

they’re half-arguing with you while fucking you.

Michael Kaiser ♡ the slam of the door echoed through the room, kaiser’s jaw tight and eyes sharp with something dangerous. he paced once, muttering in german under his breath before turning on you, the frustration in his voice biting. “You think you can just talk back to me when I’m like this, liebling?” his hand was already gripping your jaw, tilting your face up to his. You could feel the tension in him like heat, every controlled inhale making it worse. “You’re lucky I don’t fuck you right here just to shut you up.” Your pulse kicked, because you knew that when he was this pissed, it wasn’t going to stay just words. His tattoo flexed against his arm as his fingers slid to your throat.

He shoved you back against the nearest surface, mouth crashing to yours with bruising pressure. His teeth caught your lip, and you moaned into it, clutching the front of his shirt. “Fuck, that’s it—moan for me,” he growled against your mouth, pushing his thigh between your legs and grinding it up. You rocked against him, gasping, and his smirk deepened, his accent curling through his filth. “You get wet when I’m mad, don’t you? Pathetic little thing.” You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in harder, whispering “Yes” against his lips. His hands were already hiking up your skirt, fingers tracing the wet outline of your panties.

The snap of fabric was loud when he ripped them aside, and then his fingers were deep inside you, curling hard. “Kaiser—” you moaned, nails digging into his back. He fucked you with his hand like he was punishing you, thumb circling your clit until your knees buckled. “Say my name again,” he ordered, and you whimpered, breathless, “Michael—fuck—” He bit at your shoulder as you came, hips jerking into his hand. Pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, he smirked darkly. “Next time you run your mouth, remember—I’ll fuck you until you can’t talk at all.”

Sae Itoshi ♡ Sae’s voice was low, measured, but the anger in his eyes was molten. “You really don’t know when to shut up, do you?” he said, stepping forward until your back hit the wall. His gaze dragged over you with slow precision, and the corner of his mouth curled in the faintest smirk. “I’m going to make you regret running your mouth.” The brush of his fingers over your waist was deceptively gentle before he gripped hard, pulling you flush to him. You could feel how tense his body was, his cock already pressing into your hip.

He kissed you with devastating calm, one hand cupping the back of your neck to keep you right where he wanted you. You tried to deepen it, and his low hum of amusement sent shivers down your spine. “So eager,” he murmured against your lips, sliding his hand down to squeeze your ass before giving it a sharp smack. You gasped and grabbed his shoulders, grinding against him. “You’re making it too easy for me,” he said, dragging his mouth along your jaw and biting at your earlobe. Your breathy moans filled the air, your hips chasing his every slow roll.

Sae pushed your skirt up, slipping a hand inside your panties without breaking eye contact. His fingers stroked lazily over your slick folds before dipping in, curling until you choked on a moan. “Louder,” he demanded softly, and you obeyed, clutching at his shirt. He leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper. “You sound so much better when you’re being used.” His pace quickened until your legs shook, and when you came on his fingers, he smirked like he’d just scored a goal. “That’s what I thought. Mouthy little thing… only good when you’re dripping for me.”

Rin Itoshi ♡ Rin’s glare could cut steel. He stood there for a moment, breathing hard, before he finally spoke. “You think pissing me off is smart?” His tone was razor-sharp, his hand already grabbing your chin to force your eyes up to his. “Guess I’ll have to remind you who you belong to.” He kissed you like he was claiming territory, hard and unrelenting, his other hand finding your throat. You moaned into it, your body arching into his even as you gasped for air.

He shoved you onto the couch, kneeling between your legs and yanking you forward by your thighs. “Spread,” he ordered, and you obeyed instantly, heat pooling low in your stomach at his dominance. You reached for his hair, tangling your fingers in it, and his eyes darkened further. “Touching me like you own me? You’re brave.” He pulled your panties down in one sharp motion, his fingers already sliding through your slickness. The rough pads of his fingers found your clit, circling with precision that made your head fall back.

“Look at me when you moan,” Rin said, his voice low and dangerous. You forced your eyes open, meeting his as he pushed two fingers inside you and began fucking them in deep, fast strokes. Your moans got louder, hips jerking, and his smirk was pure arrogance. “Yeah, that’s right. Make the whole damn building know who’s ruining you.” Your orgasm hit hard, your nails digging into his arm, and Rin leaned down to kiss you slow, possessive, like he was sealing his victory. “Remember this the next time you think about testing me.”

Isagi Yoichi ♡ Isagi wasn’t usually the type to snap, but when he did, the shift was obvious. His jaw clenched, his voice dropped, and his eyes locked on you like you were the only thing that could fix his rage. “You’re seriously pushing me right now,” he muttered, closing the distance in three quick strides. His hands cupped your face for a deceptively tender kiss, but it turned hungry almost instantly, his teeth catching your lower lip. You moaned into his mouth, your hands clutching his hoodie, feeling the way his body was thrumming with tension.

He pushed you back onto the bed without breaking the kiss, his weight hovering over you as he hooked his hands under your thighs to pull you closer. “God, you feel so warm already,” he groaned against your lips, grinding his hard length against your clothed core. The friction pulled a breathy sound from you, and he swallowed it eagerly, tongue diving past your lips. His pace quickened — rocking against you, building the heat between your bodies until you were squirming.

Isagi slipped a hand into your shorts, fingers parting you with practiced ease. His thumb found your clit, pressing down in slow, steady circles that made your hips lift off the mattress. “Yeah… that’s it. Keep making those sounds,” he encouraged, his own breathing uneven. When you started dripping onto his fingers, he pulled back just to watch your face, his gaze dark and heavy. “You’re so perfect when you’re falling apart for me.” He slid two fingers in deep, curling them just right until your back arched, and when you came around him, he smirked and leaned down to kiss your temple. “Now you’re calm… and mine.”

Aiku Oliver ♡ Aiku’s frustration was written all over him — the tight set of his jaw, the way he ran a hand through his hair like he was trying not to explode. “You just don’t know when to stop,” he said, his voice low but heated. Before you could answer, his arm was around your waist, pulling you against him. The press of his body was intoxicating — all lean muscle and raw heat. You whimpered when his lips brushed your ear, his breath warm as he whispered, “Guess I’ll have to fuck that attitude right out of you.”

He spun you so your back was to his chest, one arm banding across your stomach while his free hand slid down into your pants. “Already wet?” he teased, his fingers grazing your clit in slow, teasing strokes. You let out a shaky moan, your hips pressing back against him, and he groaned low in his throat. “That’s what I thought.” His teeth sank gently into your neck, marking you while his fingers sped up.

The pace built until you were panting, head thrown back on his shoulder. “You like me using you like this, huh?” Aiku’s voice dripped smugness, his fingers fucking you with a rhythm that made your thighs shake. You nodded frantically, your moans growing louder, and he chuckled darkly. “Good girl… now cum for me.” You fell apart with a sharp cry, your body shuddering against him, and he held you there, murmuring filth in your ear about how wrecked you looked.

Nagi Seishiro ♡ Nagi’s irritation was lazy but sharp — his sigh was heavy, his pale hair falling into his face as he looked at you like you were the one making his life difficult. “You really had to go and piss me off, huh?” he muttered, his voice slow and deep. He stepped closer, his fingers hooking into your waistband to pull you flush against him. “Guess I’ll have to make it worth my time.” His lips ghosted over yours, barely touching, making you whine softly in frustration.

That little sound flipped something in him. He kissed you hard, pulling you down onto the couch with him so you straddled his lap. You could feel his erection pressing up against you, and his hands immediately cupped your ass, grinding you down on him. “Mm, yeah… just like that,” he murmured lazily, though his grip was anything but gentle. Your moans grew as the friction built, your body rocking with his.

Nagi finally slipped a hand into your panties, his long fingers parting your folds. “So wet already… did me being mad turn you on?” he asked with a slow smirk. You couldn’t answer — not with the way his thumb was rubbing your clit in perfect, slow circles. When he slid two fingers inside, curling them just right, your moan spilled out, breathless and desperate. “You’re so easy to read,” he teased. His pace stayed steady until you broke, clenching around his fingers, and he lazily pulled them out, licking them clean with half-lidded eyes. “Mhm… worth it.”

Tabito Karasu ♡ Karasu didn’t hide his anger — it radiated off him in waves. “You really wanna see how far I’ll go when I’m pissed?” he asked, his tone dark, almost dangerous. Before you could answer, his hand was in your hair, pulling your head back just enough for his lips to brush your ear. “You’re gonna regret this, in the best fucking way.” His other hand cupped your throat as he shoved you back against the bed, climbing over you with a predator’s grin.

He kissed you hard, biting your lip until you gasped, then shoving his tongue past your lips, claiming every inch of you. “Strip. Now.” His voice left no room for argument, and you scrambled to obey, your heart pounding. The second you were bare, he pushed your knees apart and dropped his head between your thighs. The first drag of his tongue over your clit was slow, deliberate, but when you moaned, he latched on and sucked hard enough to make you cry out. His fingers slid in deep, fucking you fast while his tongue worked you ruthlessly.

You were already close when he pulled back, smirking at the mess between your thighs. “Not yet,” he said, flipping you onto your stomach and yanking your hips up. You felt the thick press of his cock against your entrance, and then he slammed into you in one hard thrust. The pace was brutal from the start — deep, fast, relentless — each thrust making you moan louder until you were almost screaming. “Yeah, that’s it, scream for me,” he growled, one hand fisting in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. When you finally came, clenching around him, he didn’t stop — fucking you through it until your legs shook and you were a trembling, ruined mess under him. “Next time you piss me off, remember… I don’t let you off easy.”