Junko x Mukuro - simple and complicated
Ok yeah this is a bunch of nsfw incesty abuse and smut and sexting hahahahaa
Arms wrapped around her neck almost tight enough to strangle her, a simple kiss to the corner of her mouth and, “I missed you, soldier.”
Sometimes during school, Junko would tease Mukuro, when they were in the same class Junko might bat her eyes at her sister, make dirty gestures, shimmy her skirt up so her sister could see or perhaps pass a note round and hopefully nobody would read it. In this instance though, Junko had decided to tease her sister from the other side of the school, slipping her phone beneath her desk she smirked, she wanted Mukuro to get hot and squirm in class, perhaps get her phone confiscated, that would cause a little bit of sweet despair enough to please junko for today.
Hey sis listen up! xxxxxxxx
What is it, Junko i’m in class right now?
I dont care i said listen up i’m in class too! The funniest thing happened, I was Jst daydreaming ‘bout how sxy last night was and Im relly wet sis, im soaked rite now and its ur fault silly xxxxxxx
can’t we do this later?
No, listen here sis Im imagining like rite now ur sliding ur hands up my skirt & fcking me aganst a damn lockr its so dang hot im rubbing aganst my chair im so trned on I bet u’d love 2 fuck me in my skl unifom sis xxxxxxxxxx
I would, I can’t deny that Junko, please don’t draw any attention to yourself doing that in class…
Mukuro! r u even listening? I want u 2 fuck me and all u care about is gtting caught! xxxxxxx
Thats not true, you know that!
Prove it thn sext me muku darling dnt disappoint me xxxxxxx
I’ll try sis, but how exactly does one sext?
ur useless u kno that, just tell me what u’d do if u were here rite now and make it saucy!!!! xxxxxxxxx
Um, I suppose if we were alone in that classroom I would maybe kiss you… I don’t know Junko what do you want me to do with you?
u pussy think 4 urself 4 once xxxxxx
Well I’d get under the desk maybe and…. I’m sorry Junko I can’t…
ur a useless cunt u pretend 2 be a wolf but ur rlly a puppy and what kind of lap dog r u if u cant even please ur mistress?! xxxxxxxx
I’m sorry Junko
yeh well u already proved ur worth u couldnt even do one damn thing u cldnt even get me off u make me sick to call u my sister! xxxxxx
just…. wait a little while though ok?
why the fuck shld I do that u’ll just disappoint me again? xxxxxx
I’m sorry Junko
Mukuro waited for about 10 minuted for a reply, but a reply never seemed to come.
Junko?
She shook it off, deciding her unpredictable sister had probably found something better to focus her attentions on than Mukuro, after all she said so herself that Mukuro was disappointing. The soldier supposed she would do what she knew best, take orders, sit through the lesson and then she anticipated that she would see Junko after class and she’d probably taste a man on her tongue and choose to ignore it out of embarrassment that she hadn’t carried out her job of entertaining Junko well enough.
So she sat there, until the fire bell started ringing in her ears, her eyes widened and she looked side to side in a blur of students standing up in shock and evacuating the building, Naegi Makoto yelled at her from across the classroom “Come on! Hurry up Mukuro this might not be a drill!” Snapping back into reality, the soldier began to file her way down the hallway with all the other students, some seemed to be screaming and yelling in panic, Mukuro scorned, their energy would be better spent on evacuating the building rather than panicking.
A hand wrapped tightly, suddenly around her wrist and Mukuro has to stop, “what the?” One hand yanks hard and another claps over her mouth as she finds herself being dragged into an empty classroom abandoned by students who are currently filing out of the building. Mukuro cannot see her abductor, but she feels them behind her, everything happens in a nanosecond, and Mukuro forces the anonymous hands away from her using pure strength and self defense skills. While the adrenaline from the attack is still coursing through her veins she twists the attackers hands back behind their head and slams them hard against the desk as a gut reaction.
"Darling~" The predator giggles then begins to simper in a painfully fake baby voice, "I would have thought you’d be a little gentler with your poor little sister, play nice Mukuro."
"Junko! I thought you were an enemy!" the solider gasped when she heard her sisters voice and came to the realisation that her mysterious abductor was Junko, she was so used to living life on the edge, living in a warzone that she had never suspected she might be pulled aside by an ally rather than an enemy.
Upon her realisation Mukuros touch softened, turned apologetic and gentle, letting go of her tight and probably pain inducing grasp round Junko’s wrists and the other girl turned in her awkward embrace and hopped up onto the table, swinging her legs back and forth. Perhaps Mukuro uttered the words, “I’m sorry,” a hundred times but she wasn’t met by any acknowledgement in return, just an unimpressed snort and arms wrapped around her neck almost tight enough to strangle her, a simple kiss to the corner of her mouth and, “I missed you, soldier.”
Mukuro hesitated and gulped, closing her eyes because she knew her sister wouldn’t like what she had to say, she wasn’t expected to have any objections, “Junko the fire bell…” She winced.
Junko didn’t care, she just leaned in and whispered against her sister’s lips, “Wouldn’t it be a tale full of despair if we are both burnt alive in this school? Just because our passion forbade us to leave behind this moment, we’d be famous, we’d be on TV Muku! everyone would talk about the twins who died because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other!” Mukuro felt her sister shiver in anticipation, and she felt her sister’s body heating up against her at the mention of despair, she reacted instinctively to Junko’s forcefull kiss and she refrained from wiping her lip when Junko drew blood.
"Muku don’t make your dear sister wait any longer, you’re so cruel! Do your job! Do your duty!" she whined in her sister’s ear and snatched her wrist for the second time today. This time the model was so impatient that she slid Mukuro’s hand between her legs and into her panties, rutting up against her and presenting her sister with a sickly innocent smile.
"I’m sorry, Junko"
The elder sister could tell Junko was dripping with arousal, she smirked her signature sheepish smirk and carried out her orders silently, leaving Junko to be verbal enough for the both of them, gripping and scratching at Mukuro’s shoulders with her nails like tiny daggers which made the solder recoil and shiver, glad this situation wasn’t the other way round. Her legs were spread, skimpy underwear pushed aside and her skirt hitched up her thighs showing all there was to show of her vogue thighs, she arched back leaning in towards her sister and tipping her head back while Mukuro couldn’t tell if her moans were genuine or not, she moaned and demanded like a porn actress.
"Use three fingers! and harder goddamn it don’t tickle me get me off, you’re pathetic!"
"I’m sorry"
Junko seemed to be doing most of the work herself, she rode her sisters fingers, and bucked and rubbed up against her gasping and drawing herself closer to orgasm with each second, the practiced pleasure from her sister made her lips quiver.
"You’re robotic!"
"sorry"
Beads of crimson ran down Mukuro’s chest from the constant scratching and scraping, the sight of her bloodied up soldier thrilled Junko to the point where she was writhing in ecstasy.
"You make me sick! You wouldn’t react if I ripped you to scraps with my bare hands, would you?!" She was screaming now, attacking her sister with her claws, tearing at her hair, screeching at the pleasure she was feeling as Mukuro worked hard with her hands, doing her duty as instructed, and as Junko was tipped over the edge she couldn’t help but let slip a few words of praise.
"Ah fuck sis!"
"Fuck you’re such a loyal serviceman! I’ve trained you good you know just how I like it!"
And in the heat and perspiration and panting moments following her bliss, she fell forward almost headbutting her silent sister and dragged their lips together, tasting the blood she had drawn and biting down hard to draw more, leaving Mukuro’s lips swollen, hair sweaty and disheveled.
Junko sneered against her ear, draped over her drained of energy, "There, now you look the part of my ruffian sister, you get me off in real life maybe you’ll learn to fuck me in a text message so I don’t have to pull the fire drill again.”
The soldier just shakes her head in amusement and finally wipes the blood from her lips with the back of her hand, reveling in the fact she recieved her sisters good opinion. Looking down at her sister, blanking out her harsh utterances, she managed a small smile, Junko was almost like a baby who needed constant attention, and Mukuro dared to play with a strand of her supermodel sister’s hair, and kiss the flawless skin of her shoulder, holding her sister in silence, she had run out of apologies for now.
