Her head was reeling. It had been since she had woken up this morning, but what was much more afflicting and horrifying was the constant throb between her legs and the inability to do anything about it. Well, that wasn't quite true. She had already slipped her hand between her legs twice this morning before even getting out of bed, and the
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"Fuck you. I don't need any fucking h - help." Her voice broke at the last second, though, and the brunette cursed. She really did need help, but was far to proud to admit that to anyone, especially a stranger that already seemed higher up on his high horse than need be.
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Instead of simply hanging there like a sack of potatoes, or hitting him some more, Minatsuki arched her back, craning her neck to get as good a look at his face as she could. She commented - not on the odd racially related one, but the second - with a snarl. "I'm not fucking spreading anything."
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Minatsuki had her own collection of scars, but those peppered mainly her lower abdomen and back and were still covered by her cloths. "So what now?" the cocky brunette challenged. "You gonna fuck me and..." ...what did she remember about the high school class when they had spoken about pheromones...? "...change that scent?"
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"What?" she snapped. Honestly, what was the problem with keeping her cloths on and just...like, pulling her panties to the side? The idea made the teen squirm, and her upper lip twitched upward in the slightest hint of a sneer. Minatsuki made to prop herself up on her elbows, quietly thinking that just if he was comfortable showing off his scars didn't mean she was...But still...
"Fine. You first."
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Scared was not the right word, and while she couldn't immediately think of any other term for it, here is where the Deadman stopped, glaring at the well built yet slim man before her with something akin to a challenge in her eyes, almost as if saying, 'you can do the rest.'
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Putting on false airs of humiliation, and the slightest bit of internal pain, the brunette turned her head, purposefully affixing her eyes on the wall away from his gaze. Her voice was pure monotone as she replied, "I haven't been here long enough for scars like those. My father did that."
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Minatsuki, however, felt that she didn't mind that he bought it - and especially didn't mind when he drew her nipple into his mouth to lavish with his tongue. In fact, the teen even moaned, and something along the lines of "oh fuck yeah..." gurgle its way out of the depths of her throat before his last statement had fully registered in her brain. Oh come on, she thought.
"Seriously? Come on - what does it matter? I thought we were just fucking - not dating."
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Her head lolled backwards, brown hair splaying across the bedsheets. Minatsuki allowed one hand to fist in the bedsheets and the other reached up to thread through Akira's admittedly soft hair, her hand curling into a fist around the black locks and pulling. She honestly didn't care if she parted hair from scalp at this moment - it just mattered that his head was anchored to her breasts for profuse attention to be paid to her nipples.
"So shut up. And fuck me."
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