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soooo new arrival here, gonna get right to the point
any ladies out there who don't really care about the cuddling or the handholding and just want to get to the good stuff?
the nitty gritty
knocking boots (i have pretty nice boots ngl)
hmu if you're down

also does beating the shit out of someone count for making chroma
just asking
lmk

p.s. hey beacon kids how ya doin ;)

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Junko... Sure.

[ short enough. not too hard to remember. if she keeps up the behavior that she's shown so far, she won't be easily forgotten anyway. maybe they'll take a selfie when it's all said and done.

no doubt they'll be plenty photogenic by then.

once they're close enough to the couch he doesn't so much set her down as he falls with her beneath him, pinning her hard against the cushions with the weight of his body. whatever slightly-gentler interlude had existed between the wall and the couch was clearly over; his hips rise and fall with force, slamming into her mercilessly at a much more insistent pace than he'd begun at. his hand finds her throat again, and if his grip seems a little tighter than last time then that's because it definitely is. but that's alright, isn't it? he'll ease up before she passes out, or anything.

...

probably. ]

[ don't mention photos to junko, she'll get the wrong idea.

or maybe he's into that??? that will be for another time because she is certain that she wants there to be another time. how often does she come across a guy that's happy to literally fuck her up? not often.

she gasps when she finds herself pinned to the couch. being surprised is such a turn on for her and it is impossible for her to contain noise -- between groaning and moans with the slight gasp for air as he chokes her, mercury is making sure that she won't be quiet. sorry, whoever lives next door, but she isn't going to be holding back.

there's no fun in that. her breathing quickens and she will move her hips to match his (or attempts, it's a little hard when your head is feeling foggy.) and she grips onto his hair tighter. ]

[ most of the things that mercury doesn't know he's into are things he just hasn't tried yet. what doesn't kill you is worth doing at least one time, right?

junko might be worth doing more than one time, though.

he can feel the vibration of her throat against his fingers with every noise she makes, the way her pulse beats, and it's tempting to keep his grip until she goes from feeling foggy to having her vision go dark - and he still might at some point, but for now he relents in his grasp on her throat, instead grabbing both of her legs and readjusting them so they run up his chest, feet over his shoulders, essentially folding her in half as he hammers into her. the couch, the poor couch creaks beneath them as if threatening to give out if this keeps up, but if that worries him then he has a funny way of showing it.

which is, of course, to say that he isn't slowing down, isn't letting up, leaning in to crush his lips against hers as his tongue seeks a partner to wrestle with. ]

[ honestly if it does kill you then it's totally worth trying. that is how it is in her mind. it would be exciting to face death when it's unexpected. she did face it, but it hadn't been unexpected. it was all planned out and she knew what each and every step of it would be. thinking back on it now, she finds it to be dull.

death isn't a hot topic to think of though.

the release gives her a mixture of emotions. on one hand, it hurts and breathing isn't a super easy task but on the other hand, it's thrilling to be under his control. it is so rare for her to have someone wrapped around her pinkie that this is thrilling. each movement he makes sends a shiver up her spine with small waves of pleasure flooding over her. the new position that they - or at least she - is in hits all the right spots.

the kiss won't be a kiss. it's just a sloppy sort of make up session as she doesn't waste any time with giving him a 'fight'. ]

[calling it a "kiss" might be too clinical a term, to be honest. lips are meeting, for sure, but with how aggressively his hips are moving it's not easy to keep their mouths together - their lips meet, tongues thrash, but then his body rocks into hers with enough force that the connection is broken, only to reunite again. it's... it's a mess, a sloppy, wet mess, which in his opinion is perhaps the most fun kind.

one of his hands reaches around to the back of her head to curl his fingers around the base of one of her pigtails, yanking back with enough force to break the kiss again, his hips slowing for a moment so he can breathe-- or no, actually, it's so he can talk while he's still buried deep inside of her, hips churning as if to stir her insides.]

You up for getting rougher? Because I can go way harder if you think you can handle it.

[ the best part of this is that she won't have to clean up afterwards -- the apartment at least. she's not an animal who don't clean up her body. there's no honest rhythm to wait they're doing, they aren't in sink at all and she loves it. it keeps her on her toes and makes each surprise a, well, surprise

and he can certainly make her toes curl. gasping for a mixture of air and from the stinging on her head, junko runs her tongue along her lips as she stares at him. ]

Oh, that's so cute. You really, really don't need to ask though.

[ bold to assume that mercury won't just leave things a mess. shockingly enough, he doesn't care about things being tidy, which is... probably obvious from the way things have been going so far.

her reply makes him grin - and almost like a joke he leans in to press a kiss to her lips that's almost disgustingly sweet in how soft it is. ]

Good answer.

[ --at which point it becomes obvious that the kiss was total bullshit, as he pulls himself out of her to grab her by the waist, pick her up, flip her over, and practically throw her face-down against the couch, his hand still on the back of her head to keep her cheek pressed to the cushion. he doesn't waste a second before shoving himself back inside of her, one leg braced against the floor to make sure he has just the right angle to pound her with everything he can (which - being from a stupid fighting anime - is a lot).

... there's an unsettling creak from somewhere inside the couch. it's going to break. ]

[ she'll scold him about it should she ever return and it is in a messy state. it will fall on deaf ears, but that ha never stopped junko from speaking her mind before. mess can be annoying to deal with depending on her mood.

junko parts her lips ever so slightly as she is ready for a kiss, but with her skill lacking ower here, but couldn't see that he wouldn't be really leaning in for that.

when he leaves her, junko lets out a quiet gasp. it feels so empty without him inside of her. granted, it won't be empty for long. it is so good to know he isn't holding back. she moans into the pillow and uses it as a small buffer for how vocal she is. until she needs to speak that is. ]

i'm so close... if you keep doing it like this, i'm not gonna last much longer.

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