NSFW CMO

[misheard]

Call out one of my characters with a starter, or a prompt, or a 'look idk how but I want these two to bang' and we will Do A Thread.

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[mopocalypse]

[Haruka's face is bright red now, and she hesitates and smiles.]

Really? Really, really? Because I do, too. You're important, Yonacchi, I... I don't know what I'd do if you were gone.

[chasescenes]

It's a good thing I'm not going anywhere.

[Yonaka hugs her close again.]

[mopocalypse]

[Cling snug!]

Yonacchi... I love you, Yonacchi. I'll never leave you either, okay?

[The shifts in the bed have derailed the path of the racing eggs, and they're about to plop off the bed. Haruka notices and comically reaches to grab one while still holding Yonaka with the other arm, which means they're probably going to fall over onto the bed themselves.]

Whoa!

[chasescenes]

[Whump. Now they're on the bed, while still hugging.

Yonak can't help but giggle at their change in position.]

Haruka, so bold~

[mopocalypse]

Got 'em! [Haruka holds up the eggs triumphantly and shuts them off with her thumb. She looks back at Yonaka and hears what she says, and Haruka goes deep red and laughs.]

Y-yeah, ahaha... sorry, I'm, uh, do you not want-- I mean, if you do, that's...

[chasescenes]

I like kissing you, and I like you, and I'd like to do other things, but only if you're okay with other things.

[She takes Haruka's hands to squeeze them.]

[mopocalypse]

[Haruka drops the vibrators on the bed. She holds Yonaka's hands tightly and breathes in and out, then makes herself look at her friend's? girlfriend's? fish wife's? face.]

Really? I... uh, well... y-yeah. That'd be nice.

[chasescenes]

Okay.

[Haruka knows that Yonaka wouldn't do anything without Haruka's permission. She knows how badly things like this have been for her before and how close she was to just swearing it off forever.

But Yonaka trusts Haruka, and wants to do this with her.

Yonaka leans forward and kisses Haruka lightly on the lips.]

[mopocalypse]

[Haruka kisses Yonaka back and lets go of her hands just to pull back and sit up. She starts fumbling with her own clothes, pulling off the oversized shirt she got out of a bag at a thrift store dropoff box and tossing it in some random direction.]

A-ahaha, sorry, I kinda -- you think you know what to do, and then you don't, right?

[chasescenes]

It's okay to be nervous. I think most people are.

...Can I touch your chest?

[If you thought Yonaka wasn't going to ask permission for everything, I don't know what to tell you.]

[mopocalypse]

[That shuts her up with an "eep" and a face that could be classified as a new sun. Haruka hesitates for a second, nods, and unhooks her beat-up bra to dump that on the floor.]

[chasescenes]

[Yonaka understands that nervousness, she really does. She inhales before very, very gently cupping Haruka's breasts in her hands.

...Oh, they're bigger than hers, they're nice.]

[mopocalypse]

[Haruka takes in a sharp breath and hums. She leans into the touch and contemplates for a few seconds, pulling her hands back to brace herself on the bed.]

[chasescenes]

Is that okay?

[She wants to be sure. Haruka knows why.]

[mopocalypse]

[Haruka breathes in and out.] Mm. Yeah. Uh, should I be doing anything?

[chasescenes]

You can touch my chest too, if you want.

[Yonaka takes off the costume top, then her bra.]

[mopocalypse]

[Blushhhhhhhh. Haruka reaches one hand out and hesitantly pats, then traces circles with a fingertip, watching Yonaka's face.]

[chasescenes]

[Yonaka shivers a little.]

That feels nice. It's okay, Haruka. I'll tell you if there's anything I don't like.

[mopocalypse]

[Haruka gives a relieved smile. She carefully moves her hand and gently closes two fingers over a nipple.]

Y-yahaha, this is kinda embarrassing, but you're really cute, so...

[chasescenes]

[Yonaka lets out a little gasp at that, before doing the same to one of Haruka's nippes.]

You're really super cute.

[mopocalypse]

[Haruka whimpers and turns back her head as she gives a small tweak and then lets go of Yonaka. Her hand moves up to Yonaka's hair to pull it back so she can look at her whole face.]

Someone plain like me? To someone cute like you?

[chasescenes]

Haruka, you are the cutest girl I've ever met, okay. This is not up for debate.

[So there.]

[mopocalypse]

[Sniff. Haruka blushes, lets go of Yonaka's hair, and wipes her eyes.]

Only 'cause you haven't actually met yourself. Like, is that a thing you can do, meet yourself?

[This feels really nice, though... She sort of pushes into Yonaka's hands.]

[chasescenes]

Probably in the infinite universes, but it's not likely.

[Yonaka rubs a little more firmly.]

[mopocalypse]

[Haruka gives a satisfied hum. She runs a hand through Yonaka's hair and teases her earlobe a bit.]

Well, if I do meet another Yonacchi, I'm gonna tell her you're way cuter.