prismatica | text | un: killerlegs

[ 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.

[ given that one of the very first things he did when she walked into his apartment was to stare at her breasts, you might think he'd take the time to free them from the confines of her dress and the bra beneath. and that may come, in time. she might want to consider that he isn't above making the rest of her clothing meet the same fate as her underwear, because the question of "what will she wear to walk home in" isn't really a concern of his.

but not right now. right now she's gone and pulled his pants and underwear down and out of the way, verbally thrown down the gauntlet... damn the foreplay, full speed ahead. she's already pulled herself flush against him, why fight it?

he has to adjust his hips to find the proper angle, use a hand to guide his cock to press against her entrance just right, but once he has there's no easing into it, no steady inch by inch progression. in one moment he's outside of her, and in the next his hips rock forward to slam her back against the wall, burying himself as deep as she'll take him in one thrust - and just in time with that, as if to preemptively fight any noise she might make, his other hand finds a grip around her throat to squeeze tight.

he won't let her pass out, of course. well, not yet anyway. maybe she's into that. they'll figure it out. ]

[ when junko has a goal in mind, she'll head straight too it. making out? just a little. teasing? eh. foreplay? fuck it! she came here for some dick and that is exactly what she is going to get. he's hard, she's wet, there's no reason to 'prepare' her in her mind. it ruins the surprise of how he will treat her.

and, it is a surprise.

ithurt. of course, it did. how can it not when he just entered himself into her in one fell swoop. the corners of her eyes begin to tear up and before she can say anything or even make a sound, she feels his fingers around her throat. junko grabs onto his shoulders for support, gasping quietly for air and she'll dig those nails into his skin. she had been somewhat gentle before, but now they'll definitely be breaking the skin.

having fake nails is dangerous, yo. ]

[ this is the critical moment. this is when he figures out what she's made of. he might be blocking off her ability to easily speak but if she had objections she'd make them known, either through a particular look in her eyes or some physical reaction to keep him from moving, some nonverbal command to "wait" or "stop". and the funny thing is? he would. he would absolutely stop right then and there and get dressed and call it quits. he's not in this to force himself on anyone, because the physical satisfaction that this kind of thing gives him is neck and neck with knowing that he's made someone want him.

he can see her eyes glimmer with the threat of tears. is that it? is it done before it had hardly begun?

hands on his shoulders.

but she doesn't push him away. she digs in, pretty literally at that, and she'll feel his muscles tense in reaction to that sharp moment of pain (though certainly not the same sort of pain he'd just given to her). but he had been honest, hadn't he? that he wasn't going to treat her like glass?

he grins - though it's not always the case, in this instance mercury intends to be a man of his word.

his hips roll back, and this time his fingers lessen their grip on her throat before he thrusts again (maybe this time he wants to hear her?), then again, his pace unhurried but making up for it in sheer wall-rattling force that will probably upset the neighbors. it's a steady rhythm, a slow beat, but deliberately so.

his mouth finds the side of her neck, lips caressing the skin for a moment as if considering a hickey - but instead, almost like one might imagine a vampire would, he bites down, clearly not content to let any instance where she makes him bleed go unanswered with spilled blood of her own. ]

[ she's the type who will probably push for a guy to keep going no matter much it hurts her and she might want to slow down or even stop. her brain is just that fucked up and she enjoys despair that much it's the reason she would be a-okay with torturing someone during sex if the mood is there.

closing her eyes for a brief moment, junko sucks in a deep breath when his hips roll back and she has some time to breathe. ] You... really know how to please a girl.

[ junko speaks between breaths. her fingers loosen for a second and when he bites down, they tighten up some more. it's her way of allowing her body to process the shock. it's better than biting down on him somewhere -- although, he did that to her just then and she bit his lip earlier. details, details. ]

I didn't even get your name.

[ not that it matters much, but if she's going to be screaming out a name at some point then it should be his, no? ]

[ frankly, he knows how to please himself. it happens to usually align with pleasing his partners too, but that's rarely where his focus is. her flattery isn't ignored, mind you - his ego, like his dick, is never opposed to a good stroke, and he grins against the newly-formed punctures in her skin. ]

We've barely even gotten started.

[ that's true - it's admittedly been a good while since he's had the chance to be with someone like this, and while his technique is definitely rough (ha) around the edges he's more than eager enough to make up for it, and more than determined enough to ensure that it lasts as long as they're both capable of handling it.

but they're still on the wall. which was a fun way to start, but he's not about to just stay here forever. where's the fun in that? he grabs her legs, pulling on them as if to encourage them to wrap around him so he can simply pick her up and carry her into the apartment where the couch awaits them.

--oh, that doesn't mean he stops fucking her to do that, though. he doesn't. he might have gone through hell to get the body he has, but he's glad for what it lets him be capable of. ]

Mercury. You?

[ if the rest of this rendezvous goes as well as it began, he might need to know who to hit up next time, too. ]

[ they're two peas in a pod when it comes down to their wants and needs. it's selfish of her to only want to think about what she desires, but hey, that's how this girl gets off. she's a greedy person to the core who just wants to suffer in her own fucked up way. welcome to life with despair. ]

And I can't wait to see what else you can do~!

[ junko flashes a grin. this is going to be a memory that she will brag about as much as possible to people who would be, well, upset with her. their reactions will be priceless. but, that can come later. she has to focus on the present inside of the future for once.

when he pulls on her legs, she makes sure to adjust herself so she's clinging onto him. she does have to hand it to him that he's strong -- not that she weighs a lot (and not that she knows just how strong he is), and it is unexpected for him to keep moving his hips while actually moving.

she uses a hand to run through the back of his hair and grips onto it lightly, biting down at his bottom lip when they reach the cough. ]

Junko. Do try to remember it.

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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