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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[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. ]

[She loves all of those things too! In fact, most of her general eye-rolling at all the men in her pack is that none of them have a romantic bone in their body! But there's nothing wrong with also wanting to be ridden like an amusement attraction, and nearly as beat up as one, too. The key to life was balance.

And he was doing a good job of working the scales because it - must have gotten bigger or something, or maybe she just remembers his dick wrong. It feels a lot better.]

Oh my god.

[How could he not want this all the time? She'd never understood it.] F-fuck me! As harder as you can I want you to -!

[It might not be at all real but it could be said that she loves him, too, because that's what all that training has lead her to. It's temporary, or only lasts as long as he can keep her from thinking about Rin, but it's something.]

[ It was interesting, as if he were almost a wholly different person now than he had been months ago. Because now, for perhaps even the first time, he was enjoying this. He was enjoying sex. It was as amazing to him as it was to her, he imagines, but now he digs his cock in her, grinding it as he presses her against the railing, rattling them even as he continues to drill into her. He presses one hand over her ass, and the other reaches around to once more squeeze her tits.

Did she mark her body yet? Pierce it? He did check as he stripped her after all.

But he could accept that too. ]

I will, Junko. I will! [ He loudly whispers that to her, his scent curling around her, making everything smell of doctors and hospitals ]

[Her nipples are pierced now! But she also hadn't put anything in today so unless he was really thorough ... It'd be easy to think that nothing much had changed. He caught her right before she began to plan on a tattoo!

Which is the farthest thing from her mind right now because there's something to be said for having a partner that's into it. It's weird and alarming in ways that'll be easy to examine when he isn't fucking her over a railing and she isn't getting wetter with the second, grinding her ass back against his dick.

His scent is still cloying, it could threaten to make her gag if not for the way it mixes with her own. The result of each part is what keeps her addled and moaning, getting closer with each little movement.

This isn't going to be a long round for her.]

[ Ethan was nothing if not precise, nothing if not through -- in his normal state of mind, that is. Right now, Ethan was not in his normal state of mind, he was mad with need, driven by a desire which felt alien in his skin, but so right in the moment, and especially through the fabric of her dress, there's no way that he can possibly feel those little holes.

No.

No, right now, he just is fucking her over the railing, he's squeezing her tits, and he he snarls a little as he picks up his pace just a bit, as if he wanted more - more friction, more... something.

Her ass was nice.

He wasn't use to this, he won't last either. ]

[There isn't even a warning on her end, Junko feels as if she's unravelling slowly and then it's unbearable and sudden. For a very split second she might sound a little more pained than anything else, but only for that one little instant. Even though she's feeding off of his need so easily, the way she's supposed to it's still ... Wrong.

But not so wrong that she doesn't moan loudly enough to be heard from the floor below them, hanging a little dangerously over the railing as her legs tremble, all the strength leaves her body.]

Oh ...

[After all that, she can't say anything more but 'oh' at first. Amazing.]

[ Ethan feels strangely elated in this moment, euphoric and fulfilled in a way that he barely understands. And yet, and yet - while it did clear his mind, filled him with thoughts only of his pleasure (and her, of course), the man still is producing a flow of his scent, still feels like he might somehow want more. and that is just as alien as anything else to him.

He makes sure he grabs hold of her shoulders to pull her back on the rail, to help her get supported.

But ...

Well, he moans out her name (a real oddity) and kissed her on the back. ]

[The whole thing is an oddity, and even though he's still ringing strong Junko seems to lag a bit, leaning back against his grip.]

Did you ...

[Like, he finished right? Because it sure as hell didn't smell like it. A refractory period was completely normal, in fact the absence of it actually felt unsettling.]

... Right? [He did. Because if not then she has to choose between being weirdly relieved and tired, and incredibly insulted.]

I-- I did.

[ He breathes, more pants that out. But the scent isn't abating. Mind you, most people's scents don't just have climaxing once or anything, but they do become more controlled. But his is still a storm. A clinical, doctor-feeling storm. And the young man was pulling her close, still buried in her, dripping down onto the floor of the balcony at this motel. Maybe even down below ]

Ethan.

[She twists in his grip, pulling the skirt of her dress down as if that'd be enough to force his dick out of her.] Let me go.

[This is kind of like taking a damn viagra and going way past the four hour mark! And, honestly, now that she's half composed it's alternating between concerning and medically fascinating.]

... We should get back inside, right?

[Her phone is there (and so is the bed), and it's not like she can run any better now than earlier.]

[ Let her go.

He doesn't immediately, mostly because he's half considering just doing it again, which is a weird, alien thought to him. but he shakes his head past that when she says they should go back inside. The boy nods, and he pulls out of her, smearing her thighs and maybe even brushing the inside of the dress with her juices and his cum. He pulls back, allowing her to move, and now turns to collect the key out of the pocket of his pants once he pulls them up over his sort of half-erect cock and opens the door for them. ]

Yes, we should.

[If she weren't so half out of it then Junko would realize there's no sense of loss with him at all, not like there is with pretty much her entire family and half of her pack. He's not there and she feels it, sure, but it's alright. Another absence that bothers her, but not enough to impact the trace amounts of lust pumping out of her.]

Right.

[She's just going back in for her phone, there's no ulterior motive!]

Hey, where's my purse?

It should be around somewhere.

[ That's an answer.

That was clearly an answer!

Still, they are inside now, and he motions for her to go to the bed, well, one of them, so she can rest if she wants. He magnanimously allows this and goes to politely sit across from her even! ]

[This room isn't very big. There's the little tables by the beds and then a big drawer with a tv on it and her purse is nowhere in sight. She starts going through the drawers.]

It's just ... I need my pills.

[That isn't a lie, actually, she can't remember if she took it considering a good chunk of her day is missing. And why is he sitting on the bed when he hasn't calmed down in the slightest? This is weird. All of this is incredibly weird and annoying to process when she's still semi-horny and clearly broadcasting it.]

I don't think there were pills in it, were there?

[ For his part, he's calmly sitting here! ... Apparently either the purse isn't here or he's confident that she won't find it. Who knows which in this moment, but he's smiling as she continues to look for it, tilting his head to the side as he more or less questions her sanity. Or intentions.

Who knows which. All the same, his scent is still working in the room, making it smell like a doctors office still ]

Well, I don't want to end up pregnant. They had to be there.

[So he can be as calm as he wants, but it only makes sense that she'd have her purse, that she would have pills in said purse. ... Right? Right. That makes sense, and she keeps looking it's just difficult to focus, and the vague sense that she's missing something completely obviously is threatening to drive her nuts.]

Why aren't you calming down? [She laughs a little and tries to pretend that the sight of another empty drawer isn't utterly disheartening.] It wasn't enough?

I'm not... used to this yet. But you needn't worry - we don't need to go anywhere beyond your own wants and needs, Junko. We'll reach a balance soon.

[ She doesn't want to end up pregnant... huh. Ah, that's true, that was a concern. He did just cum inside of her, and that carries a risk of it. He wasn't even thinking of that in the moment? Ethan exhales, standing now and fixing his pants even further, ignoring how he's aware of how fluids are dripping down her leg. The young man walks past her, brushing his fingers on the counter she's at. There may or may not be her purse in the dresser's lowest compartment, but her pills and her phone are both removed from it.

He glides towards the bathroom ]

You wanted to be a scientist, Junko... it's a passion I didn't fully understand before now, but it was something I wanted to. But I think I do now, now that we have a problem to solve together.

[She stops just before finding the damned thing, and looks his way.]

What are you talking about?

[Of course she wanted to be a scientist, that's not the point of interest here. It's pretty much everything else and the vague hope that if she keeps him talking he might just lay it all out in front of her - Ethan was the verbose type, if nothing else. Whether he'd actually get to the point before she lost her mind again was another matter, and one she'd have to risk.]

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