prismatica | text | un: killerlegs

are you worried that you’re not up for the challenge?

i'm worried i'll have to hold back! not a big fan of restraint! if anything, now i have to wonder if YOU'RE up for ME.

fine!

do
your
worst ;)

well...

if you insist.

you free now?

i am. send me the details of where you are and i will swing by.

[an address goes here! a real one, because while sometimes it's fun to mess with people this is a matter of getting laid and by god he's not going to lose out on it for the sake of trolling.]

don't keep a guy waiting too long.

never!

[ and, true to her word, junko wastes no time with heading to his place. there a quick knock on a door before turning the knob just to see if it’s open or not. ]

Hello~~.

[She'll find it unlocked - he was expecting her anyway, and to be honest he's pretty sure that if anyone tried to come into his place uninvited they'd be in far more danger than him. She's a little earlier than he'd expected though, so she'll find him in the middle of freshening up, leaning out of the bathroom to take a look when she comes in. He's not totally undressed - just from the waist up, as if to show off the physique that comes from fighting every single day of your life.

The scars, too, tell that particular story.]

And here I was worried you'd try to be fashionably late.

[ it's not the worst situation that she's walked into. this does give her a chance to see what he really likes and her eyes will be doing plenty of wondering. junko herself will be clothed, with knee high leather boots and a short dress that is showing off the black bra she is sporting underneath it. if a girl has assets, she finds it best to show them off.

junko claps her hands together with a small smile, kicking the door shut once she's entered. ]

But where is the fun in that?

[ mercury, of course, is a gentleman who would never let his eyes do something as uncouth as ogle pffffffft okay no sorry, sorry, couldn't finish writing that. he's definitely not shy about appreciating the display she's put on, eyes raking over her for a moment.

if she didn't meet his standards, this would be the part where he told her to leave. he's not above that.

but instead he steps out from the bathroom, sidling closer with the kind of grin that doesn't hide his intentions. ]

Playing hard to get? Being a tease? Building anticipation? I'm sure you could think of more ways.

[ she would honestly be offended if he isn't looking at her because c'mon, she's a babe! a total hottie! a one in a million. he can check her out and she will happily check him out. she has to make sure the goods are worth it.

putting her hands behind her back, she leans forward to give him a tease. ]

You have a valid point, but what is the point of that when I've already given you a request? We don't need to play a game of cat and mouse.

[ does it count as "the goods" when they're part of a total asshole? does that turn them into "the bads"? food for thought.

she hasn't made far beyond the door yet, and from the fact that he's still approaching her it seems like she might not get very far for a while still. once he's close enough he reaches out to place a hand on her waist to push her back towards the wall; so no, definitely not getting further into the apartment just yet.]

Maybe that's for the best. I feel like we'd butt heads on who's the cat and who's the mouse, anyway.

[ Chances are the goods will become bad if they were on a wimp of some sort. She is totally not down to get nasty with someone who can’t give her what she wants.

When Junko feels her back pressed up against a wall, a smirk spreads out on her lips. This is certainly exciting! She is in a stranger’s home and anything could happen to her in a moments notice. She uses her right hand to lightly run her nails under his chin as she leans closer. ]

Oh, I have no doubts about that. It would be a waste of time that can be spent better elsewhere.

Yeah?

[ his voice comes out as a low murmur - her nails on his skin is a pleasant enough sensation, but he hopes to find them put to more vigorous use later. it's fine, though - this is the build-up, the appetizer.

how long it stays that way is entirely up in the air, of course.

but for now he dips his head forward, as if to kiss her cheek, but swerves at the last moment to graze his teeth against the side of her neck. those, too, might be put to work a little harder before long. ]

Do tell. I'm all ears.

[ thank god she still has her heels on or the size difference would make this a little tricky. lifting her head up, she lets out a quiet groan at the feeling of his teeth on her neck. this is what she is after.

people that treat her gently is so boring. it's stale. it isn't exciting in the slightest in her mind. it's the rough aspect that gets her going. her hands will do some wondering as she wraps her arms around him and she digs her nails into his back, leaving light scratch marks as she drags them down. ]

Why speak when actions are louder than words?

[ there are creative ways to work around (or capitalize on) a size difference. he'll show her some of them eventually.

but right now it's way too soon to be thinking about "eventually" or "another time", not when she rakes her nails along his back as if she'd been reading his mind. there's a quiet hiss at that, a retaliatory bite at the skin just below her jawline, before he seeks to press her back into the wall with an aggressive roll of his hips. it's good that she's just as eager to get physical as he is - playing nice and sweet really, really isn't his style. ]

I'm pretty sure it's going to get loud in here either way.

[ it feels good to know she doesn't have to test his limits because as far as she can tell, they have similar taste. the only difference is that it sounds like he has more experience than her, not that she finds it to be a big deal in her mind.

he can certainly teach her more should this go well. his reaction brings a smile to her lips and junko lets out a low groan when he bites down, feeling that small zap of excitement. having a man take charge can be such a turn on for her. ]

I do hope you don't disappoin. [ because that would be awful and not in a way that she would enjoy it. she raises her leg up, pressing her knee up against his crotch to see if there's an arousal there as her hands move down to his waist, applying more pressure with her nails. ]

[ there's definitely something happening between his legs - he might not be all the way there but it's hard (ha!) not to feel a little excited about the crescendo of teasing going back and forth between the two of them (and her hands sliding down his body, accompanied by her nails, certainly helps a lot). he could do the same, offer his knee for her to grind against, but...

it might not feel as nice, what with his legs been completely made of metal from the knees down. not that she can see them through his pants just yet, but all things in time!

thankfully he isn't the shy type, so the hand that was once resting at her waist has no trouble slipping down the side of her body before roaming up the inside of her thigh, diving beneath the hem of her dress to offer a similar touch between her legs.]

And you - [ his other hand finds its way to the back of her head, gripping her hair tight as he presses his lips to her ear. ] - better not be all talk, yourself.

[ if she doesn't have to work to get him worked up (pun intended), then this wouldn't be fun at all. there's always something interesting about seeing a guy get hard because it brings out the questions of what triggered it? what can she do to make it unbearable? what will drive them really crazy? her ability doesn't work her so it makes her even more curious.

the thoughts are broken when she feels his hand slide up her leg and the pain from her hair being pulled. she lets out a low hiss from the pain, but that smile is still on her lips. having someone else in charge feels so good to her because maybe, for once, she doesn't have to take the lead. ]

Don't worry about me. [ she moves her head to press her lips against his but quickly shifts to biting down on his bottom lip, not hesitating on being rough enough that the skin may break. ]

[it wasn't her he was worried about - she had talked a big game, and he was eager to be with someone who promised to endure some rough handling (also known as the only type of handling he's really capable of). nothing would be a bigger buzzkill than if she chickened out, or told him to slow down, or "be more gentle". so really, it was his own satisfaction that he was worried about more than anything.

then she bites him. hard.

for someone who said she hadn't partaken of the experience before, she doesn't ease into it - there's a strange sensation on his tongue, something like the taste of copper, something familiar for someone who spent a lot of time on the losing end of fights before beating his way to the top.

she made him bleed. instinctively, a part of him feels a flash of anger. but with her knee still nestled where it is, she might notice that anger clearly wasn't the only thing that he felt in that moment.

he uses the hand that's already conveniently tucked between her legs to shove her knee out of the way, making room for his hips to rut aggressively against hers. her hair gets another tug, brief but harsh, before that hand seeks the still-clothed (for now) swell of her breast in a rough squeeze. he grins against her lips, realizing she might be tasting his blood right now.

rather than respond to her aloud, he returns the favor with equally violent intent. it's only fair, after all, that he gets to taste hers too.]

[ is she fucked up for getting turned on by this? maybe. does she care? not at all. any sanity that she had left died when she, well, made sure that her body turned into a giant splattered mess. if she can push someone's limits then great. now, if junko has the very chance to break them (and maybe being broken in return) then that is perfect.

feeling him harden sends a chill down her spine, along with the taste of blood that will be in her mouth now. it is tempting to make a smartass comment when junko notices that he isn't too pleased about it. but, she refrains for the time being.
she will still let out a faint whine at her knee being moved because it felt good to have it there, but the way he handles her now does work out to be better ]

Fuck... [ where has this guy been the last six months she's been trapped here? she arches her back for a brief moment before she moves a hand from his waist and works on getting those pants off, or at least for her to have access to reach into underwear. he claimed to be big so it's only for her to get a feel of the goods. ]

[ "fucked up" is the flavor of the day, anyway. he's not one to judge. ...well, okay, there are definitely times when he is absolutely one to judge, but it's the furthest thing from his mind right now.

there's a low chuckle against her lips at her exclamation, another grind of his hips against hers (he's definitely hard now, there's no mistaking that), but she clearly has to check for herself. that's fine. he even draws his hips back so her hand will have some space to work.

to her credit, she was right not to trust him. mercury black, nine times out of ten, is anything but an honest person. he's prone to exaggerate just to get a rise out of someone, or to dodge the truth when it was something he didn't feel like talking about.

but it just so happens that, on the subject of his dick, he have any reason to lie.

and god, if he doesn't look smug about that as he presses his length against her hand. ]

Told you.

[ there are more important matters at hand then judging someone! vaguely. let's be real, they'll be judging each other the entire time they're going to get physical because neither of them want to be disappointed by this. it'll kill the mood.

well.

it's bigger than the length of her hand, that's for sure. he wasn't lying about it and that's a relief because while size doesn't always matter, it would be a shame he hyped her up over nothing. she blinks a couple of times and then there's a smirk that appears on her face. ]

That you did! Have you ever managed to hurt someone with it? [ junko runs her fingers down his length and when she moves them up, she'll have her nails lightly scrap against them. ]

[ the faint touch of her nails along his shaft is exciting - almost a little nerve-wracking, because there's a very fine line between "pleasant scratching" down there and "holy fuck this is terrible". but so far she's been meeting his expectations, and he's sure as hell not going to be the one to take the cowardly way out by asking her to be careful.

yolo, right?

her question brings out a short laugh, which probably isn't the reaction someone should have when being asked if their sex was ever unintentionally painful but may i redirect your attention back to the earlier statement of "fucked up is the flavor of the day"? ]

It happens. Let's just say it's not made for beginners.

[ god he sounds so smug.

his hands both find their way to her thighs, sneaking back up underneath her dress to take hold of her panties, getting ready to remove them. ]

Why, nervous?

[ a question he punctuates by, quite literally, ripping her panties off.

the garment is now in two separate pieces, which are being tossed aside.

hope they weren't designer. ]

[ it's an honest temptation for her to hurt him just to see how he will react, but that can come on later. or in the future? if there is one? it's a 50/50 coin toss and all junko knows is that everything will be a fine line with what is enough, what isn't enough and what might be too much.

but she doesn't want to be a baby about what will be too much. she isn't going to chicken out, that just ain't her style. ]

Oh, my! [ she acts as if she is surprised as she gasps. sometime it's fun to play it up, even just a little bit. ]

Nervous? ... No, not at all.

[ it's a shame about her underwear, but he can buy her some new ones later. she's going to make sure of that now. her other hand will leave his waist as she works on getting those pants down. it's not fair for her to be the only one without underwear on! once that has been dealt with, she will press herself up against him and place her lips near his ear. ]

You better not hold back.

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