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

[brothercumface]

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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/gets to other tags now, but had to get in on this

[hanamoron]

Ah, shit.

"Wrong room." Like hell did Yosuke want to be near this particular little psychopath. His neck was still bruised since the last time they'd run into each other, and it got him some looks from other, less violent people around here.

But, of course, he didn't expect to get away that easy. He knew she'd be launching herself at him and either beating him up or tossing him to the floor and making him her bitch, and he didn't know which was better at the moment. Sure, sex was always nice, and she was good, but no one made him feel dirtier. Hopefully, she'd at least let him put the big bag of burgers and fries he'd yoinked from the cafeteria down first, whatever she did, because wasting food was a crime.

[ooc: No one's done choice A yet, so let's roll with that one!]

lol yaaaaaaaay bandwagon

[brothercumface]

"Likely story." She rolled her eyes, but straightened up, successfully slipping both feet into her slippers without taking her eyes from him. Minatsuki smoothly stood, arms folded casually over her midsection and eyebrows rocketing toward her hairline. Sticking her chin out, the Deadman motioned toward him, repeating:

"What'd you want, brat?" with a tone that practically oozed venom and irritation.

I'll band your wagon. hurrrrr.

[hanamoron]

"It's true." Like hell he'd ever voluntarily walk into a room with this crazy bitch. Even if she's cute. And freaky girls are great in the sack. And she'd refrained from killing him so far, despite repeated threats of violence, actions of violence, and more vitriol than he could accurately measure.

"I thought this was my room. My bad." ...Well, Yosuke thought, maybe he could build a bridge while he was here. Maybe, if he was nice, she'd be less crazy! He held up the bag of junk food and shook it. "Hungry?"

Oh baby~ hubba hubba

[brothercumface]

No she certainly wasn't hungry. Who in their right mind would want to eat that - that stupid bag of grease that the boy was holding as if he deserved a cookie for bringing something into her room that made her want to vomit from the very scent of it. But at the same time, she had no energy to get up and shove him from her room just yet, and while she could stomach a burger, there was a certain something she wanted that he could provide.

Minatsuki waved off the bag with an air of unimportance but offhandedly added, "Sure. Bring it here." And she pointed to the bed beside her, asserting the air of 'this is my room, so follow my rules' without any sort of hitch.

[hanamoron]

No insults or flung objects: Yosuke took that as a sign they were off to the best possible start. That she'd invited him to stay and not ordered him to take his greasy food elsewhere, or shove it elsewhere for that matter, only helped. "Great. Hey, uh, did we ever like... introduce ourselves? I'm Yosuke, if you want something to call me other than 'that douchebag.'"

Like a lamb to the slaughter, he approached the bed and sat down beside her, keeping a healthy distance, of course, and sat the bag down between them.

[brothercumface]

Minatsuki had already extended her hand for the food and cocked an eyebrow rather skeptically at his slightly awkward introduction. At least it gel awkward to her and she really had no want to reply in turn, but at the same time she wasn't strictly thinking about their conversation. No, the teens concentration was focused on variables - she wanted to be sure of her attack when she jumped him, and currently 'that doucebag' was far enough away that if she tried to jump him, there was a small chance that he'd be able to dodge her.

"Yeah. Uh-huh. Whatever," she waved off. And after a beat, she added, "My name's Minatsuki. Have you got any cheeseburgers?"

[hanamoron]

Cheeseburger, cheeseburger... "Check that," he digs one out and puts it in her extended hand, "Alright, so, we got past the name stage. That's a step, or something." Dangerous as doing so was, he relaxed a little. This was going good, they were actually talking, even if she was being slightly bitchy. "So. Minatsuki. Been in the hotel long?" It's a stupid question, but hell, it was neutral, and sometimes the results were surprising.

Not suspecting at all he could be in danger, Yosuke reached into the bag and grabbed a burger at random. It wouldn't be his fault if he got jumped.

[brothercumface]

"Great," she drawled, and took the burger in her hands idly. For a moment, Minatsuki observed the oily wrapping of the fast food before making a slight face. She was sure to make her actions as minimal as possible as she set the thing down on her bed covers, idly inching over until she sat directly next to Yosuke and was easily within reach of the handcuffs on the bedside table if need be.

However, the teen did not affix her eyes to the sex toys entirely. Her stomach had quieted some, and she had an intense urge to...well, repeat their cycle of violence and sex. He really was her bitch, and just lacked a little reminder. If they'd gotten to the point where they were casually eating next to one another and had been decent to each other thus far, something was wrong.

"...Hey," she spoke under her breath, more to garner his attention than anything else before she made a bold move to surprise and overpower him.

[hanamoron]

He'd just unwrapped his burger when he felt something unexpected. Minatsuki, having closer, was almost right on top of him. Because he's him, he immediately leaped to the conclusion that maybe she really did like him in her own crazy little way, and inching closer was her way of showing it. Seconds later, he dismissed this idea as batshit insane and gave her a flat look.

Yosuke realized he was in danger, but not just how much. The handcuffs on the bed he'd seen attached to so many by now that they blended in to the background, going unnoticed and forgotten. If she had plans to jump and lock him down, he only vaguely suspected. What he really did expect out of her was words, probably abusive, and definitely manipulative.

"Uh huh?" And so they began. He raised an eyebrow at Mina and took a big bite of his nice, juicy hamburger to give him time to formulate a response when it was time to give one.

[brothercumface]

Coyly, Minatsuki batted her eyelashes as something akin to a flirty smirk crossed her lips. There was no level of romance here, and barely even the slightest hint of seduction; no, the air between them held more of a superior, I know more than you feel as well as a bit of a challenge.

The teen remained quiet, letting her attention wander, along with her eyes, down to his throat. And she waited - biding her time until he started to swallow before quick as a flash, Minatsuki leaned forward and swung her elbow around to connect squarely with his gut, hard enough to wind him with ease.