masanari | [Badlandia] I'm not sure that's a good AU name tbh but w/e

[Badlandia] I'm not sure that's a good AU name tbh but w/e

[ Junko will find that she's woken up in a motel room. Specifically, on a bed in a motel room which looks dirty and therefore probably not in the city where they had grown up. She'll also find that whatever outfit she had thought she was in had been changed into something Ethan would consider "more appropriate," with some changes for her style, and that whatever she had on before is nowhere to be found.

And that the boy in question was sitting on the edge of the other bed. It was a motel room with two double beds, a bathroom, and not much else. It was sparsely decorated with a few lamps and a digital clock. There's a bottle of pills on the bedstand... which might be why she was groggy.

Well, groggy and there might be other side-effects, like slight memory loss for how she ended up in this position. They had a chance to start over, to connect with each other after their break up and all. Ethan was looking at her repeatedly as she was waking, though he was also doing something on his phone, perhaps googling something.

This day wasn't starting off well, all things considered. Probably not helped by the fact that the room smelled of antiseptic, which was either creepy or implied Ethan himself was horny, which was unusual in and of itself given his strange sexlessness while they were dating. ... Which might be unsettling in and of itself. ]

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Of course. But allow me to get the door for you.

[ It's a small motel room, so it's not like it's far to walk, but once he's confident that she's standing, he walks ahead of her to the bathroom. And he does indeed get the door for her, but he also steps in himself, picking up a small box inside of there which had been resting in the sink, taking it in hand, and walking on out with it. He gives her a pleasant smile as he walks past her again, motioning for her to go on ahead once he sets the box down on the foot of the bed he had been sitting on ]

[What the fuck.

Whatever, man, at least she can close the door. Junko leans against it and takes a deep breathe. There's a weird sense of relief that comes with having a bit of space, though she can't hope to avoid his scent. Why was she here? What the hell had been in that box? Why couldn't she remember where her cell phone was?]

What the fuck is even going on.

[But it was fine, right? She could just leave. Even if it meant leaving behind her money and her cards and ID, she could just get out and find a phone and call her dad or Yamato or her mom to get her. So where had the door been? Could she get to it without drawing his attention? There was no telling until she tried, and even though she couldn't think of a justification for her fear and anxiety, Ada has always told her to trust her instincts.

So after breathing some more Junko tried to slowly turn the knob, and leave. Her body wasn't reliable right now but if she got outside, that'd be enough.]

[ But no matter how quiet she was, no matter how she moved going in and out of the bathroom, Ethan was there... Or well, at least, the boy was aware. He had the box on the bed and he was standing there with his back to the wall and smiling at Junko once she opened the door enough to see him. He's still got his scent out there, swirling around in the air. And he can't help but reach out and grab her--

No, no, he can.

Be proper, be polite. Even if this new something in his veins really was making him weird. Weird and charged and it was Strange and it was hard... ]

[When she dares to try and peek his way, to see if he's looking at his phone or out the window or something, he's just staring at her and it's weirdly startling.]

Uh, [The strength is coming back into her limbs but there's a new sense of apprehension, she tries to back up towards the door.] Listen, Ethan, I'm just ... Going to get some air, okay?

[Where was the door? Wherever it is, even with his stare and his scent seemingly willing her to remain in place, Junko keeps going for the door, she's just not stupid enough to turn her back right now.]

You really should rest, Junko.

[ They were in a motel mils outside of the city he lived in, but all the same.. it's not like it was the middle of the night. It was possible she would get a phone, and she might try to call her damnable father out here. Ethan shakes his head, and motions towards the bed, he himself poised on the wall next to the door. But... ]

But if you want, I could accompany you.

[ How did other people live with this feeling all the time? ]

I can go alone. I mean, you seem - preoccupied, anyway?

[He was never like this before, hell, trying to get him worked up had been like pulling teeth out of a lions jaw. But at least his arousal makes for a good excuse, even if she's failing to will her own body isn't obedience. When she tries to reach for the knob her hand trembles.]

Ethan, please ...

[She was kind of scared and couldn't he just let her talk to her dad? Couldn't he just let her go, and not do whatever the hell was lurking in his expression: there was a lot jammed into those two words.

[ Ummmmm no? ]

Junko I can't let you run the risk of hurting yourself. Please understand.

[ He claps his hands together, the very picture of reasonable as he pulls them back to himself with a pleasant expression! See, there's no problem here! This is normal. In fact, he gets into step next to her by the door. It's not like it's locked... or well, it is, but not locked to people inside ]

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[Why did she think there was such a thing as reasoning with him? He had always been weirdly stubborn, and it'd been stupid to think that would change.

She doesn't say anything, Junko turns the knob and tries to get the door open. If she can at least get outside then all she has to do is run, basically.

So if it's not locked to anyone inside then it shouldn't be a problem, right?]

[ Nope, she's free to open it up! And it opens to! ... the inner courtyard complete with a pool of a motel on the outskirts of the city they live in. Actually, more like off the highway where you would leave it from. Ethan intends to walk off behind her, a hand on her shoulder as she finishes opening the door.

... HEr skin is so soft... ]

[Oh, great, she's not even anywhere near her house, let alone her neighborhood. It's staggering to realize how far out they were and his hand feels really heavy on her right about now.

Yeah, no.

Her body is still a third of the way numb but Junko goes right and breaks out into a run, so unless Ethan was ready to grip her by the air and had good aim, she's going to bolt. Granted, she's still recently drugged so she's hardly graceful, and speed is a work in progress - she knows, to a point, that he can probably catch her easily - but she's got to fucking try instead of question every little detail.]

Junko, why.

[ He whispers that to himself as she sets out at a bolt and then turns to run after her. He has no intention to grab her or tackle her, but he does break out at a spring after her. He catches up quickly, but given he's resistant to actually yank her and thus actually injure her for real, he instead shouts after her ]

Junko, please stop!

No!

[Her legs are still incredibly unsteady and every step she manages makes her chest burn. She was never a very good runner to begin with, sports and working out or whatever weren't her thing, and it's not doing her favors at the moment. But it's sheer force of will that gets her to the stairs and right upon trying to go down them she stumbles a bit, disoriented by a height that isn't even impressive, her brain is that fucking disoriented.]

You don't even like me! Why are you - why would I be here, I don't ...

[The worst thing she could do is panic but it's sort of clawing at the surface and her eyes well up with tears. She wants Rin or her dad or her mom or Yamato or Koji or anyone but ... Junko misses a step with her blurry vision, and shouts as she begins to fall.

If Ethan doesn't get her arm or her side or something, well, he'd better hope she saves herself. A cracked skull would be an awful mess.]

[ He doesn't like her? He doesn't like her? Sh really was deluded, he knew it. Of course he needed to look after her, a conclusion he coms to the moment that she gets caught up on the stairs. Fortunately, he's but a step behind her, and as quickly as she trips, he grabs hold of her from behind, putting both hands around her waist and pulling her back up to him. Of course, he's sort of nerdy himself, so he's pulled forward, but with a great show of all of his strength manages to hold her steady and even pull her back into him.

His scent is still throbbing, or as much as a clinical one can. ]

Junko, I love you.

No, [Running was an awful idea, due in no small part to the fact that she didn't succeed.] you don't.

[There have to be people down there, someone in the motel lobby or other residents and yet she's too busy feeling nauseous and weird and his scent is everywhere. Her eyes screw shut as she feels her own pulse, suddenly, like being staggered into wakefulness. This is awful.]

Rin loves me. He's not disgusted by me.

[But Ethan was. He'd never matched her sex drive and frankly put, he'd never wanted her physically or even emotionally. She'd actually been a little hurt by it, willing to overlook his borderline insanity if it meant they could be insane together. But she couldn't be with someone who didn't want her. And she had gotten over it because it all eventually lead to finding her mate.

But apparently she's stuck in some form of hell.]

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[ Rin? Who the fuck is Rin? Ethan snarls a little at the idea that she's conflating him and his affection with someone else, and he pulls her back up to a more stable position. And in this moment, he shifts his hips to rest against her - and in so doing ,the fact he has an erection is brushed up against her ass cheeks. He groans, and he shifts one of his hands holding her, to grab one of her tits through the sundress ]

Junko, I love you. I love you and we have so many plans, so much that we'll be doing in the future. And I am not disgusted by you.

[ After all, he -- ]

[She moans, and then hates herself for it, and hates him even more for proving her wrong. Unless her memory has been scrambled all the way back to December, she's pretty sure Ethan's never been this excited because of her. Overbearingly obsessed and critical of every detail? Sure. But she'd really started to think he couldn't even manage a long term hard on.]

You've never - why now?!

[Does this jerk have any idea how unattractive he made her feel for like two weeks? And now he can get a boner?

What even is her life.] You know what, never mind, just let me go.

[She tries to grab the railing while she squirms against him, because risking a concussion or death was better than getting turned on by him.]

Junko, you'll fall if I do.

[ So he won't. And stop resisting! He doesn't want to have to carry her back to the room! Largely because he's pretty sure that he couldn't. So he keeps one hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her back a step and rocking his hips against her. He squeezes her breast again - clearly a rough and somewhat imprecise (for him) movement, and he inhales deep from her. He speaks softly, ]

I didn't understand before, Junko. I thought you were perfect, and while you're still the most perfect I know, I was wrong to think that you weren't... [ He doesn't want to say the word slut. He falters for a moment, and then finally says, ] slut.. And so I was the one who needed to change.

[She's not going to just trot back to their room without creating some form of resistance, so this drag-grope method is probably the safest bet he can work with. Mostly because even though Ethan might be certifiably nuts, Junko would be riled up by desperate rutting and groping on any given day.]

What did you do?

[It takes an obnoxious amount of work to say that, and even when she does Junko's tone is incredibly airy, as if she's only half there. It's not her fault, there's a cock pressed against her and for as overbearing as his scent is she's not invulnerable, and her own is more than happy to seep out in steady pulses, not anymore docile than his, really.]

The problem was my hormones... and so I decided to do what I could to fix them. To become the sort of man who could better... appease you.

[ His wording was probably too delicate for what he was doing, but either way, the air around them no doubt smells like a doctor's office now between the smell of near-bleach and coffee mixd together. The young man squeezes her breast that much harder and runs a hand down to almost between hr legs, albeit with the sundress in the way. He keeps dragging her back, rutting himself against her through more than one piece of fabric ]

You mean so that you can fuck me until we pass out.

[She was always the more crass one, it's difficult to be proper in situations like these when her entire existence is meant to exist around the idea of making him or the both of them cum. For as painfully wet as she's becoming a part of it still feels wrong because Ethan isn't her mate, and this is cheating, isn't it? Or is it maybe just assault?

Either way, he isn't dragging her now so much as guiding them, and one of her hands wanders back, but it's difficult to touch him from this angle.]

You can't ... fix hormones.

[Not permanently.]

[ She really was crass... but he had to accept that about her. It's interesting that his scent can make her react like this. honestly, he'd done Very few of the steps he had googled in the days and weeks since that asshole had said thry were breaking up... Wait. That must've been Rin.

He snarls a little again, pulling her more back towards their motel room.

He had done little so far, just got on a hormone supplement. Something to make him more turned on, causing him to be spiked most of the time. And he shakes his head ]

Yes, Junko. Because it will make you happy.

I'll be ecstatic when you're in me.

[But that's wrong, too. All of this is a mess and she knows that, it's pounding at the side of her skull, just outside of a hormone addled fog. It's awkward but she turns around to kiss him properly, and her arms go around his torso, pushing at his back to eliminate any space between them as they keep stumbling to their door.

He still didn't want her for the right reasons. If he had to take a pill in order to make them work then they weren't meant to be. But it still feels as if she's been run over by a truck and she feels better when he touches her, it's gratifying to pretend that he wants her as badly as his body is reacting to whatever he's done to it.]

Ethan!

[She's never had to use the pouty 'hurry up and fuck me' tone with him.]

[ He wonders how much more he can do, how much more can happen once he doesm ore of what he intended, once he makes sure that they're perfect, that their biology matches what he knows was meant to be. And once they kiss, once they make it to the door of the motel room, he makes to open it--

... Only to realize that while he did have the key in his pocket, Junko wouldn't possibly wait for him to unlock it. And so Ethan is at a crossroads. Does he turn and unlock it, expecting hr to wait? Or does he take action? It's strange, to know how overwhelmed her is with need, and to know that she matches it.

And so he comes to a choice. Ethan keeps her close, kissing her and holding her as he ends up with his back to the door. ... And then he pulls one hand free of it, going up to stroke the side of her face. It pains him, almost, but he can feel the rightness in it, deep in his... well, between his legs ]

I know, Junko. And I accept what you - need.

[ And so-! ... He pushes her! He pushes her with intent to make her stumble and maybe even need to catch herself on the second floor railing. He then makes to push up her sundress, pull down her panties, pull down his pants, and get behind her. Assuming she cooperates ]

I want it too.

[Look, to be fair, she would have been patient for the door. Would it have meat that she pounced and a little and they might have smacked into the floor? Sure. But still. Knowing that is what makes the sudden shift in perspective incredibly fucking weird. Because, well, for that one second Ethan was actually a little cool, and Junko might have actually really cared about him, too.

Whatever romanticism might have existed is nowhere to be found when she falters back, twisting again to make sure she doesn't fly right over the railing and into the pool - or worse.

Ethan!

[What you need. But still not what he needs.

But she's still too addled to care, so she reaches back to pull at him. Definitely still cooperating.]

[ He loves, loves romanticism. He would love nothing more than to be gentle and tender with her, he would like nothing more than to curl up with her and talk politely to her, he would love to brush her hair and he would love to kiss the sides of her cheeks, brush her hair and speak nothings to her. They can get married, that was the plan, right? Get married, go to the same college...

But Junko wasn't that girl.

He knew that now. She liked rough and brutal men, uncouth mongrels like her father and like that fucker on the phone - Rin, probably? - and so he needed to compromise, he needed to emulate them, at least a little, and meet them in the middle. This is where he was right now, and this is why he was rough and disorienting with her. And this is why, ultimately, he gets his cock out and rams it up into her cunt without much hesitation.

... Is it a little bigger than it was before? At least it's harder. ]

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