event: pregnancy scare + breeding with a purpose || aphro to taste

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She was resting on her stomach, arms splayed across to silken bedsheets with a complete air of laziness. Idly, Minatsuki dragged her nails across the light sheets, creating slight marking patterns along the bedspread which she then proceeded to erase with a swipe of her palm. God, she was bored, and in all honesty her stomach had been acting up for

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She cocked an eyebrow, a majority of the animosity she had been showcasing earlier evaporating in favor of some slight skepticism and the slightest bit of apprehension. "What," she drawled, "no foreplay?" Thus far, the teen made no move to expose her stomach, instead protectively hunching over, arms folded and pressed against her admittedly sore and swollen abdomen.

[ooc: yaaaaaaaaaay wolfy babies!]

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She only folded her arms across her middle tighter, glowering at him and utterly being difficult. She was very, very bad mood as it already was, and the slight nausea she was experiencing was the only thing preventing her from physically shoving Akira from her room, but was certainly not putting a damper on her quick tongue. "I don't want to," was her childish response, accompanied with sticking her tongue out at him.

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Minatsuki stiffened but the second he had pulled her dress off over her head, she sort of gave up. While still an unwilling party in this striptease, the teen made no immediate move to kick out at the man before her and only really seemed truly bothered by the proximity in which he got to her stomach. She had known since this morning - when she had vomited violently into the toilet while brushing her teeth - that's what usually happened, right? That and her breasts had swollen up to a reasonably larger size, painful to touch and -

Wait, had he just said two? Minatsuki's own heart plummeted and she sat, shell shocked for a moment, before bristling. "You...you're lying."

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A hand curled into a fist and she wasted no time bopping him unceremoniously on the top of the head, squirming and attempting to kick out at his thighs. "Stop it - there's no fucking baby! It's...It's not going to happen." Her fist relaxed, but only long enough to allow her to grab a rather large chunk of his hair and pull.

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Minatsuki continued to thrash, now attempting to scoot across the length of the bed - away from him. Distraught was not in the teens vocabulary, but she was certainly distressed, and didn't really register anything she was saying until the statement was already out of her mouth. "Kill it," she snapped harshly. "Kill it, kill it, kill it."

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She continued to thrash. "I don't want it! I'm not even supposed to - that stupid cunt was said she -" She wasn't crying. No that just wasn't happening - those were not angry tears in her eyes at her sudden inability to beat her stomach and hopefully hurt the baby. But eventually, she stilled, concentrating on inhaling sharply and - oh damn. Was it the child's fault she was having trouble breathing or was this an anxiety attack?

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His stepping up to the plate just made her angrier - she arched her neck around to sink her teeth into the skin of his shoulder. "No! You're not gonna have a fucking baby with me!" Minatsuki howled, thrashing once more and attempting to get up - get up and run, try to decapitate him or maybe just...just...

"Let me go I gotta throw up."

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No sooner had she allowed Akira to bend her over the toilet than Minatsuki retched, and a slick bile that was hardly composed of any sort of food spewed into the bowl. Her body shook, but only momentarily, as the second she was done she felt much better. The brunette spat and recline on her haunches, brushing a hand across her pale and scrunched forehead.

"Wasn't supposed to? Well, I wasn't supposed to fucking get caught, either, but I did and spent two and a half years of my life in pr -" she cut herself off for another bout of fun fun times with the toilet, but once she was done and leaned heavily against the tiled wall and glared at him.

"This is your fault."