masanari | [Futurelandia] An Eventful Valentines and beyond (happy new year)

s'that's it? The goal?

[And he must be succeeding because her head actually lowers, she can't even try to keep it up and hold herself with any vague bit of dignity. She's been waiting a while considering the whole escapade with the bras and then that Jasmine bitch, and yet she isn't exactly eager to let go of this yet. If she lets herself cum then it's almost like failing. Or maybe letting go.]

I think you've achieved it.

[But it's really just a matter of time, her scent and her body, and the way her hands slip on the railing, awkward and kinda wet, say as much.]

I don't have a goal- [ Let's get that straight! ] I'm just enjoying myself, -- with you. [ He inhales sharply, grunting and closing his eyes to bask in the sounds of them slapping together. Those wet, furious impacts, and the curling feeling he has in his lower body. The awareness that kiosk owner is probably beating off to them now if h isn't calling mall security.

Still, a plan?

No way, he's found a much easier answer, ]

And I'll do it again tonight. Probably tomorrow.

[If she wanted to be really prissy and also a complete pain in his ass she'd argue that not having a goal is still a goal unto itself, and that no living thing which can process advanced thought is capable of existing without goals. It's how they, as humans, survive. Thankfully he's banging her too hard for any of that to form in any meaningful way, let alone leave her mouth.]

Nngh. [A very composed answer.]

No-t like I can, stop you!

[What she means is - Well, he's already fucked her in her own bed before, so whether he ultimately decides to do it or not is entirely out of control. With Koji it's a weirdly intoxicating idea, one that leaves her whimpering loudly. Dude's got to be beating off, it'd be a shame to do anything else.]

[ Does he dare...?

... He dares ]

Of-- course-- not! Your cunt'll get beaten in hard. If I feel like it.

[ He might want to even see if he can initiate another fight, or fuck with her some more. Push her on the counter at breakfast? He's not sure what he'll do, but the sheer volume of ways he could do it just feels right, interesting, and incredibly hot. The young man grins, and leans forward a little more to bite down on her eat as they continue this mad, slapping dash ]

[It's the words or, yes, the various ways it could happen, and knowing that he won't do anything other than exactly what he wants. There are some things she'd put past Yamato or her other packmates but somehow Koji has gotten to the same level of their father - though maybe he has a little bit more discretion for his own sake.

But it's the impulsiveness of it, the lack of care, that seems to finally push her over, and she cries out, a torn whimper before it becomes a warped, sobbing kind of half-scream.

... They're so going to get caught for real if they don't get out of here, but Junko's at least got to finish up, before that.]

[ But what could push Junko over the edge? She clearly was at least some sort of masochistic, who got turned on by both abuse and competition. Or at least she did when it came from him, so maybe it was just him and his scent. Who knows. But either way, even if that guy is beating off and it's possible other passers by might've noticed, particularly with how she had screamed there... Koji knows he should be afraid of the consequences and honestly he kind of is, but more the point, he's actually...

He wants to test a theory here.

He wants to see just how masochistic Junko is. And so after tugging on her ear once, he now whispers to her, punctuating every thrust, ] Bitch, slut, whore, cunt, cock-sleeve, animal, fucktoy, personal doll, slave, bitch...

[ Oops that was repeating himself - he covers it up by yanking her hair ] Suck my cock on the bus when we go home.

[Personal doll. That was a new one. But there isn't one term of masochistic endearment that doesn't manage to send a jolt of pleasure from top to bottom. If anything he just elongates an already impressive orgasm. She doesn't really care if he repeats himself or not.]

Koji --

[You know, for just a second she was about to put up a fuss at the idea, but she's pretty sure there's a set of eyes leaning around the corner nearest to her vision.]

Y-Yeah.

[Goddamn, she's tired, but the idea of saying 'no' to him doesn't really cross her mind, either.]

[ . . . Fuck. Fuck that's good. She's already orgasming, and the fact of the matter is he's going to blow too as a result of how she just keeps collapsing in on herself, convulsing and showing her pleasure in obvious, wet, and perhaps even insane little ways. He smirks to himself, gripping her tightly and perhaps even leaning some weight into her as he pushes himself to get to the end here, to give her a load inside.

She just agreed to suck him off on a bus.

Fuck, what a, ]

Slut. Slutty queen of the-- all you can rape buffet.

[ Was that too far? Or too silly? Or both?

Whatever, right now he's proud of it ]

[That's incredibly awful and she really wants to say as much but she's incapable of speaking and for as screwy as it is of her it's - God that's still a weirdly hot thing to say and it just seems to make her cum harder. Between his weight and how warm her palms have gotten Junko buckles a little, the vague strength in her legs is all that saves her and probably Koji, too.]

Koji! [Look, why is he taking so long? She can't be well and truly satisfied until he's stuffed her up - and saying that the time before took too much out of him isn't an excuse. If she's going to be sucking him off on the bus then she should obviously be leaking, too.

It's not like they can ever be too depraved.]

[ Depravity seemed to rapidly become their thing here. It's sort of alarming, but it's also incredibly liberating to the point that the young man can easily look past the fact it probably should be disturbing. He's gone a little cross-eyed by now, and if it feels like he's taking a while... well, the truth is that they hadn't been at it that long. Or at least he didn't think they did?

But.

But well, here they were, and here he was, and here that person nakedly staring at them was, and he gives one more big thrust into her, grabbing the tail himself as he nakedly releases his cum inside of her ]

Junko!

[No, it hasn't been long at all, in terms of seconds and minutes and such? It's a short fuck, but by now it's like a finishing cap on the beginning chapters of a weird, new saga. It's fine if it doesn't take all day because Junko's not sure how much she can handle, anyway. Everything feels incredibly far off, almost dizzyingly so, except for Koji. And it makes her want to cling to him, do anything for and to him - it's a weird self-perpetuating cycle she never expected.

But it's made whole when he finally cums in her. Now the physical sensations can match up with the physical ones.]

F-Finally ...

[She is incredibly tempted to slink right onto the cold, cold floor, and take a cat nap.]

[ Should he apologize for taking too long?

... No.

But he does reach down to try to pull her up, even if he's not got much of any strength himself either. The young man tugs her to try to get her standing, if for no other reason than she didn't want photos, right? Or had she slutted past that? Either way, he grips her ass as he does ]

We should--- go, though.

[If there's one thing she can attribute to her parents training then it's the need to push her body, even when it would greatly prefer to rest in the afterglow of events. That's a perfectly natural impulse but when Koji pulls at her, Junko forced her limbs to work, awkward and mechanical as they might respond for a second or two.]

We can get to the station from here, anyway.

[They aren't too far from the exit, and she definitely hasn't gotten over the picture/video caveat, which means hurrying up. ... She does have to reach down and try to yank her panties up a little as they go. Somehow this is far worse than a walk of shame.]

[ He had some jelly legs too, honestly. But at the same time, there was obvious excitement in his every step, a spring of sorts ]

Yeah.

[ And as such, to the station they went. He led the way, one beg over his arm and holding Junko's hand with the other. He doesn't give her time to get her panties on right or for him to mess with the belt and his pants over much. They can fix that later. Or now, but whatever. He Hurries them along back to the bus and therefore home.

Successful shopping trip. ]

[Good job on your trip, Koji.

Veronica isn't there to greet him right when he comes home. Rather, she's in his room - his now cleaned room, because she's seemed to take on part-time maid duties in this house. It has less to do with any sort of kindness and way more to do with her inability to handle clutter and mess when she's concerned about something, or fretting. And good god has Veronica been fretting all afternoon while Koji's been banging and lording over people.

But it's ... Fine. It's fine, of course. She's worked it all out, she's got the words practiced. She knows how this is gonna go.

She just has to tell him everything, and the rest will just fall into place! What is it they say? The first step is always the hardest?]

Something like that ...

[Ugh, she feels sick again.]

[ Koji's had fun today. Of course the whole reconnection with Junko the day before had been a really great moment for him, but today was something else entirely. Today was a revelation. He was charged, excited. Possibly wanted for having done a lot of other stupid shit in public. He was still waiting on his text from Jasmine (probably) but really that's beside the point right now.

Because now he's home, he wants to find Veronica.

It's a thought he has all the tim these days, even if sometimes he's embarrassed by it. But today, waving Junko off at the door once they come inside and possibly smacking some other woman's ass as he passes her in the hall because he just feels that good (your pick on who or what shrug) he looks around for Veronica and - Not in the kitchen. Or her room...

Man he wants to fuck her.

Still, he wanders back around for her, calling lightly until he gets to his room and-]

Hey babe.

[ He meant to just bend her over and fuck her now, and it briefly shows on his expression until the cleaned room gives this whole situation a different mood ]

Edited 2016-05-30 04:26 (UTC)

[If not for the fact that Koji could probably see his face in one of his game systems thanks to how ardently she's polished all of them with gentle, attentive care, one could almost say she's already done half the work for him by being on his bed. But she's laid out on her back and staring up at the ceiling, if she looks at him they're going to kiss and then they're going to have sex which - man, sex would be great! But also her stomach feels weird, so there you go.]

Hey. [Just. Okay. Make it happen, Veronica. Just do it.]

I have to talk to you about something important.

[She sits up very suddenly, hangs her feet over the edge of his bed.]

... You might want to sit down.

[ . . . Well this is just mood whiplash. He grunts, and then trusting her to be sincere to him more than anything else in this moment, he pulls his phone out of his pocket to toss it aside onto a nearby desk so he couldn't possibly be distracted by it (not that he would be, but...) and then closed the door behind him with the back of his ankle. He keeps a confused, concerned look at her the whole time, and then shuffles off to the bed himself so as to sit next to her.

What. ]

I'm pregnant.

[There it is. The cold, harsh reality.]

I took a bunch of different tests last week, and then Emily took me to the doctor to confirm it, but she thinks I just went for my usual exam. I'm some months in. [What she really wants to say is that based on the timeline this probably happened within the general timeframe of their very first meeting. But it's still hard to react to that, so she keeps it to herself.]

This fall is my last year in high school, so I'm going to finish it out, even though it's going to be difficult. After that I'll get a job at a restaurant to earn some experience, but after a year I'm going to apply for culinary school.

[Deep breathes. This isn't so hard! Of course it doesn't help that she's talking rapidly enough to be understood, but so quickly that it might be difficult to figure out how to interrupt her.] I wanted to tell you first, Koji, but don't feel as if this has to mess up your life or anything. I'll do my best to make sure they're raised right, though I'm not too sure of what kind of mother I'll even be.

[But ... She's not getting rid of it. That's sort of the hint. Be angry or weirded out or in denial, but this kid is totally going to happen.]

[ Koji really should be kind and supportive, here, to say something nice or perhaps touch her in some sincere or comforting way. But even more than not his style that's totally outside his realm of possible actions right now. Because while he does, to his credit, keep eye contact with her the whole time to hear out everything that she had to say, every bit of the confession and lets her finish...

His first reaction, on an impassive (or at least, too surprised to know how he should be reacting) face is to say, ]

What the fuck?

We had sex and didn't use a condom, now I'm going to have a child.

[That's the greatly simplified version. Maybe it'll go over better?

It's fine either way. She knows he's just trying to mentally get his head around it.]

Look, I just didn't want to start ballooning up and not tell you. That's all.

[ Okay, he's processing...

He's processing... ]

What the fuck?

[ . . . It's apparently not going quickly. His face might have paled or his eyes might have narrowed a little, but for the most part the action now is in his hands, gripping the hem of his pants a little ]

[... She doesn't like repeating herself so Veronica's just going to sit here and watch him for a little bit.

Whenever you're ready, Koji.]

[ . . .

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. . . ]

Months?

[ Well it's another word ]

[Good job. So proud of you, mate.]

Technically eight or nine weeks.

[They'd met a little before Christmas, and then there was all of January, and the current half of February. Her math might be a little off, but.]

So it probably happened during one of the first times we had sex.

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breaks tagging order because this so weirdly mortifying and funny at once

ROFL GOOD glad to impress or smething

he's just usually such a little shit I think this temporary change in dynamic is amazing