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[sarcaskick]

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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[sarcaskick]

[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.

[desadist]

[ 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.

[sarcaskick]

[ 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. ]

[desadist]

[ 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.