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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[ 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.]

It's simple, and it's beautiful! You and I both deserve, are meant to have a future together! We'll be husband and wife, and I will be your assistant as we achieve your dream, going to the same college, getting a white picket fence and a suburban house, where you will cure cancer and we will always be together! But it's simple, you see...

[ He walks over towards her, and reaches a hand up to brush the side of her face, gently stroking it, and looking at her with sincere, if mad, eyes. He tilts her chin up and kisses her, soft and passionate. It's true, her dumping him made him understand, made him see the reason... ]

We'll use science to become more perfect, to make it as perfect as we were meant to be.

[There's a part of her that wants to move away from his kiss, and another that doesn't. The latter doesn't win out, it's just that she can't make her body work correctly, and so they kiss and Junko feels something awful form in the back of her head. His scent is so overbearing that it's going back to alternating between being sickening and violently arousing.]

... Ethan, you can't make us right for each other. You can't just - alter your sex drive and expect that to change biology.

[Because that's what this is, right? What he's been hinting around.]

And you definitely can't change it when I already have a mate!

Why not? It would be a brilliant scientific discovery, wouldn't it?! It would be something groundbreaking! And we can make it right!

[ He says this, gently brushing a thumb under her chin, smiling as he does. ]

We'll alter both of us.

It's morally unethical!

[Being a scientist doesn't mean she runs around experimenting on people, and especially not for her own perceived gain! The idea is enough to leave her scrambling away from him, as if any amount of distance would really get her away from his scent.]

There's nothing wrong with either of us! You aren't attracted to me! Maybe you don't want to have sex at all! [Which is almost a shame, because it was never that Ethan wasn't attractive to her, as evidenced by Railing Fuck 2k16.] There's nothing to fix and you're going to hurt yourself if you keep pumping your body with random shit!

It's not unethical if we both want it, both need it. It's the same as fixing a genetic disorder, Junko... it's the same as reconstructive sex change surgery.

It's just fixing what happened already.

And I love you. And I want you.

[ Now, at least. ]

No, you don't.

[Also wow this is totally the Yamato-ish streak in her but: Don't compare individuals who work to reconstructive sex changes to your weird need to be right all the time Ethan that's just purely awful. But the fact stands and she's filled with enough righteous anger to keep going.]

If you wanted me naturally then you wouldn't have to change any part of yourself, including the part that always seems vaguely disgusted by the idea of having anything to do with my vagina.

[No she's not still bitter, shush.] And I don't want this!

[She doesn't, her body is just a fucking liar, responding to a natural impulse, and that's it.]

[ to be fair, he was probably naturally asexual and didn't know how to deal with it. So there's that in terms of being progressive too. But all the same yeah he's being really shitty here. Ethan smiles at her, and pulls her neck in to him, and he kisses her. He kisses her, lingering there. It's a romantic kiss, or at least he intends it to be, working his lips and opening his mouth a little

Say no to this. ]

[That he doesn't even argue is completely disconcerting. The kiss makes her shudder, and there's a little part of her that wants to fuck again, she wants that part of him that banged her right out in the open without a care but -- but ---

Ethan was incredibly obsessive to the point of maybe being genuinely psychotic. If nothing else he's unhinged, and this is not cool.]

Stop!

[It might be coming out weird because she tries turning her head and moving backward at once, to get out of his grip.]

Junko... Why?

[ But he does stop, lowering his hands and hanging his head. Was she... did she really... Was she...?

No, no, was it this bad? The genetic contamination of that man on her? ]

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