aggression + out of control + mass amounts of aphro

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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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Minatsuki halted in her assault of the wall and whirled around to face the man who just happened to have so rudely interrupted her venting. A light sheen of sweat had already worked up on her forehead and any flyaway hairs were sticking to her skin. That, combined with the fiercely lit eyes made Minatsuki come off as practically mad before she had a moment to reign in her unmasked aggression, irritation and arousal. Pulling the sneer curving her mouth into a sour and agitated pucker, the teen whirled and made to strike out at him the second he was within arms reach.

"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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She stiffened as he hoisted her over his shoulder and immediately made to take out the anger she had previously been aiming toward the wall on him. Her fists pounded haphazardly on the fabric of the mans shirt, blood from her knuckles smearing across the fibers. Her assault, however, halted completely at that comment. The first one - the werewolf one. Now that was something you didn't get to hear every day, and admittedly piqued her curiosity.

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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She didn't like the sound of that, in all honesty. Something she couldn't really control any....scents she exuded, apart from taking a shower whenever she got sweaty or worked up, and the idea that this man was smelling her...? Well, fuck, that was a little disconcerting, but the slightest bit hot at the same time and that was the only reason the brunette wasn't booking it toward the door at this very moment. That and the fact he'd taken off his shirt. Her brown eyes greedily racked his body, and each time her gaze crossed over the scars she propped herself up on her elbows and sat up the slightest bit higher, lips twitching upward in a smirk.

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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She hissed at him, a biting retort on the tip of her tongue that nothing was ailing her aside from just being oh so turned on for much too long a time. But that hiss choked off in the back of her throat the second his hands brushed her skin. After such a prolonged time, even the brushes against her shin and ankles felt practically erotic, let alone the feel of his deft fingers teasing her through her underwear; and even if the kissing wasn't really her thing, the sensation was enough to cause her back to arch the slightest bit off the bed. But the second he mentioned disrobing.

"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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"I can do it myself," she snapped moodily, taking her time in sitting up and tugging the hem of her dress out from under her bottom. Minatsuki was rather moody throughout her coerced striptease, and was very sure to leech any sexuality from the act, throwing her dress over by the door and reaching up a hand behind her back and unhooking the small silver bra clasps with ease. Here, however, the brunette faultered , and while she made no move to cover her breasts or obviously perked nipples, she was more that sure to keep her back from him, and hunched the slightest bit to send the scars from various botched prison surgeries into shadow.

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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Oh, that was fucking priceless. She snorted, derisively in fact, and momentarily let out a high pitched laugh before tampering the sound off into a slightly choked swallow. There were two roads here; tell the truth that they were self inflicted marks, or take the road that seemed to garner everyone's sympathy if she told it the right way. And while she really wanted a fuck right now, and not sympathy, there was just never an easy way to tell the truth about something like that outright.

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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Her attention snapped back the second he started talking about pheromones and human smells, again, eyes locking on his rough facial feature and eyebrows rocketing upwards. She didn't quite grasp what he was talking about, and thus assumed that he must have just reverted back to the subject of smells and hormones out of the idea he was respecting her privacy by not prying into her painful past. Some people did that, and every time they did, it simply made the teen internally roll her eyes and groan because - fuck it was just too easy.

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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She decidedly snarled, even as her hips jerked upwards, into his hand and rolling erratically in an attempt to get harder, more pointed pressure on her clit. "Then I won't feed you any fucking bullshit. But I'm not telling you anything."

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."