masanari | [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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[Shouldn't she take this dress off? Well, it can wait, it doesn't seem so important when he begins to move, and that's infinitely better than doing all the work herself, though she wouldn't even think to complain if that's how it went.

(.... Doesn't she already have a mate? He's -- It's ... No.)]

Okay.

[She leans down to kiss his forehead, his temples and even his nose - he seemed upset, and she didn't want that! But that's even more of a reason to work up to a steady pace, hands braced on his chest.]

And we'll do every dirty thing you want, Junko. I want to marry you, we'll be together forever and if you need me to - I'll degrade you, and we'll fuck in every position. I'll do horrible things to you.. if you need that...

[ He's confessing to her while she's almost a doll. Maybe that was unfair, as unfair as what he feels as she kisses him, the relief and joy apparent in it. He keeps rolling his hips against her, nuzzling himself for her. He kisses her breasts, and then up her neck, her chin, and he cups her face to better make eye contact ]

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Horrible things.

[She sounds more confused than anything else, because this Junko who is nothing but an overly prettied toy doesn't really have a mind for those things. She will if he describes them, if he shows some desire for all of that, but right now it's nowhere in her thoughts. She's perfectly happy doing it like this and she'd be happy if he wanted to do it slowly every single time - as long as she was drugged out of her own brain.

The only thing this version of her cares about is the way he kisses her and speaks and the look in his eyes. It makes her moan that much louder, and she should say something, right? He likes to talk so she should talk, too.] I want to [Her brain is trying to process around his cock. It's difficult.] I want to marry you, too.

[When she kisses him it's slow, it doesn't match their current pace at all, actually.] I'll be a good wife, I'll do whatever you want.

[ This isn't what he wants.

... but it's not bad for now. And it's not really... he doesn't feel guilty, or at least not much. He inhales deeply of her scent, kissing her several more times before picking up the pace a little as he rolls his hips up into her. His cock digs deep into her, or at least as much as he can go. This Junko under the drug probably doesn't feel all the same things so...

So he should coax her, right? She liked those things normally, so he should too.

Maybe.

All the same, ]

I love you, Junko. I love you so much.

[What does he want, then? All he has to do is show her and she'll emulate it, try to work around what he responds to positively and reject anything he responds too negatively! There shouldn't be any reason that she can't be what he wants in this state! That's maybe the one original thought that this version of her has.]

I love you, too!

[As her breathe hitches and she holds him close as she can, because that feels right too, having him closer, as close as possible.]

Don't stop! I want to make you cum! [There's a strangely inquisitive hint to those words, even as they should be declarations as they go faster, build up to it quicker.]

[ He wants Junko and everything she is to be perfectly compatible with him and everything he is. This whole thing here... it's not quite Junko, or at least not the one which challenged him in the debate and made him fall in love. That feels so innocent now. Even the stalking after that felt innocent. All the same though, he picks up the pace, not sure--

Could he even tell hr to be more natural?

Dos she desire anything other than him now? He groans as he feels her, inhaling and brushing himself as he starts to thrust properly ]

I will- I will cum! And I won't stop! Junko-!

[There's never any harm in trying, but right now it seems that she's done something good so she gives into the need to enjoy the pure physicality of it. She still likes it when he practically digs himself inside of her, it still bring an edge of desperation to every resulting movement on her end. The only difference know is that she keeps calling his name, that she never stops looking at him adoringly.

Of course she's lost some of her usual fire, but it was that same fire that put them at odd with each other.]

Ethan!

[She wants to cum, she wants to make him happy, even before herself. And that's fine, right? It's alright if he cums first.]

[ Ethan is a mess. Junko is a mess. They're both a mess.

But all the same, he holds her tight, shouting her name back as he digs himself in, as he begins to feel the rise of pleasure he's not used to - as he nears a climax he doesn't know how to handle fully. But Ethan keeps going all the same, finding it pleasurable and moaning as he gets closer - he feels his balls... and...

And he cums. ]

[They're a complete mess, and she's happy to be that with him right now, to get lost in the pleasure of the act, in how consuming he felt how right it was. When he fills her up she groans and it's a darker, almost messier sound than what fits this newer 'plainer' Junko, she almost sounds normal!]

... Better, right?

[She kisses his cheek and smiles a little weakly, not that she's overwhelmingly tired.]

It felt really great.

It.. it is. [ Inhale. ] It felt good for me too.

[ Exhale. And he brushes her again, panting as he does, holding her tight - and he reaches to lift up the sundress, to get her naked for him. He should be naked too, he wonders if he'll be stripped without prompting. Probably not. But all the same, as he sweats under her, he moans as he tries to expose her everything ]

[There's a sense of self satisfaction that joins in with her afterglow, but her scent doesn't level out the way it generally would. In effect she's stuck in the same position as him: Consistently hyped up, able to remain normal because she's trying to will that, and because of the drug itself.

When her sundress comes off she lifts her arms, lets it go, and pushes at his shirt.]

Mm ...

[That must be uncomfortable, so she does shove it upward.]

[ Oh. Oh so she--

He smiles as the shirt is pushed up, and he relaxes a little as they both end up naked in front of each other, buried in each other. He smiles as he kisses her cheek, and her nose, and her chin. As he rolls his ups again, feeling himself becoming hard. And once his pasty chest is exposed, he runs his hands up her back and around her front -

He dances over her breasts ]

They've gotten larger.

[Every little kiss gets a grin, and she tries to return the gesture even as he comments on her ridiculously big tits.]

Mmhm. It happened pretty quickly. Do you like them?

[It's a fairly genuine question, oddly enough. Junko's as mildly inconvenienced by her own boobs as she is proud of them, so it's only right to ask his opinion! And since he's gotten hard again and she never quite relaxed to begin with, it seems right to move her hips a little slowly.]

I don't know about my preference... but they're yours, so I think I do.

[ And he kisses her cheek, brushing his lips around then, moving down a bit further as he does. He reaches his hands up, cupping her breast a little more. Should he be firm? Should he-

Her hips. He groans a little, surprised at himself that he did it? ]

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

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