Like Cats and Dogs - Cardin x Blake hatesex

Patreon request for Mikhail Ward. Hope you enjoy. 

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Blake Belladonna hated Cardin Winchester.

That shouldn't have come as a surprise to anyone who knew her. Blake had been a proud advocate of Faunus equality ever since she stepped foot in Beacon. She'd briefly considered hiding her ears when she first arrived but quickly decided against it. She didn't turn away from the White Fang to hide away her heritage. If anyone had a problem with her being a Faunus, they could tell it to her face. Just because she didn't want to kill innocent people didn't mean she was afraid to defend herself.

It caused some problems with Weiss at first, especially with that disastrous day in town, but her biggest issue came from one Cardin Winchester. He was everything she stood against and why she joined the White Fang during their turn to violence. A crude, entitled, racist bully who thought he was better than everyone. He didn't reserve his bullying to just Faunus, of course - Jaune could attest to that - but Faunus students were some his most frequent targets. Velvet Scarlatina in particular was a favorite victim of his.

The animosity between the two of them began when she stood up for the poor rabbit Faunus. He didn't like the idea of one of the 'animals' not letting him have his way, and his resentment only got worse when she beat his ass in the ring in front of the entire class. She'd been fighting in life-and-death battles since she was twelve. There was a reason she didn't need transcripts or training from a combat school to earn her place in Beacon.

Their fights only escalated from there. Nothing too exacting - they both agreed punishment from Goodwitch was something neither was willing to risk - but everything else? Oh yeah. Open arguments in the halls, personal digs at each other's backgrounds, the works. Her team tried to stop her at first, and even Cardin's retinue of goons tried to do the same for him, but they eventually gave up. They hated one another and there was no way around that. They'd kept up fighting until they were in their second year and showed no signs of stopping.

Blake absolutely despised the man.

...

The fact that he was balls deep in her right this moment didn't change that.

"Mgh..." Blake bit her lip to keep from moaning as Cardin pounded her from behind. If you were to ask either of them how it got to this point, neither one would've been able to answer. Blake had no idea how it happened and which of them initiated it. She still hated the man - one year at Beacon had done nothing to change his horrible personality - and he still hated her. She still stood up against his horrible behavior, and seeing that had encouraged some of the other students to do the same.

Cardin grunted and slammed all eight inches of his dick inside her snatch again. He wasn't gentle about it, and she didn't expect him to be. Blake pressed her face against the pillows and raised her ass up higher to give him easier access. Cardin was all raw strength and hard fucking. There was no foreplay or easing into it. Her shorts had been practically ripped away when they got inside the spare dorm room and her stockings were in tatters from how harshly he'd torn them once he'd gotten his pants off.

"Agh...you're a fucking...brute!" Blake muttered through gritted teeth.

If Cardin heard her, he showed no signs of it. His cock slipped through her sopping-wet folds again and she breathed out harshly. He was frustrated, that much was obvious. Not just because of who he happened to be fucking, but also because it was the first hint of action he'd had ever since he got into Beacon. His looks were fine, but his personality meant that no one with half a brain would even considering fucking him. Couple that with an all-guy team and he must've gotten a bad case of blue balls.

She still remembered how he tried his luck with both Yang and Weiss. The latter had verbally eviscerated him worse than with Jaune's past attempts at 'courting' and the former just flat-out grabbed his balls and told him that if he tried again she'd rip them off. He didn't try with Pyrrha or Nora. Even he was smart enough to see how attached they were to their partners.

Blake looked back and smirked at him.

"What's so fucking funny?" Cardin growled, stopping his movements.

"Just thinking about how much more action Jaune gets than you." Blake's smirk turned into a vicious grin. She had nothing against Jaune, but Cardin hated him for some reason so she brought him up.

The racist bastard growled again and slammed his cock deeper till its head was practically brushing up against her cervix. Blake didn't get the chance to bite her lip before she moaned, making the asshole smirk smugly in satisfaction. Fuck, this prick...

"You've got...a tiny dick..." She forced herself to laugh.

"Looks like it's good enough for you." He looked down at her dripping cunt and watched as her lower lips twitched around the rock-hard length. She couldn't see it from her own position - face down and ass up - but she could imagine it easily enough. Cardin was big. Not as big (or as rough...) as Adam, but big nonetheless. It was the only reason she hadn't thrown him off and cut said dick off. Maybe she was just horny. It'd been about a year since her 'break up' with Adam, and as terrible of a partner as he was, he was still good in the sack.

Another thing he and Cardin had in common. Huh.

His thrusts were rough and obviously inexperienced despite his constant claims of women throwing themselves at him. She gave him credit for lasting as long as he did, though maybe that was pure spite. He didn't like the idea of finishing before a 'dirty Faunus'.

"Ngh, that's right..." He moved like a piston, pulling and pushing back in with all of his weight. Blake almost shrieked when he suddenly grabbed her hair and pulled roughly, "This is where you belong," he whispered, voice heavy with need and arousal, "On your knees under your betters. You dirty animal."

"God...your dirty talk...sucks..." She looked back at him again, her smile all teeth. She was enjoying it - it was definitely better than jilling herselfto whatever porn she could get in the rare times she found herself alone. She loved her team, even Weiss, but the lack of privacy was horrible. This was the best time she'd had in a while.

Still, she wasn't gonna give this asshole the satisfaction of knowing that.

"How is it actually fucking a woman? Better than your fleshlights?" Her laugh was quick and sharp.

It was quickly cut off when he thrusted with enough force to send her face falling back onto the mattress. It was familiar and different all at once. She was used to rough sex, and even enjoyed it after some initial apprehension, but it was always...one-sided. Adam was good in bed but he was a selfish lover. They had sex whenever he wanted it, never when the mood struck her, and he decided the pace. If he wanted it slow when she wanted it quick, there was nothing she could really do about it.

Not to say Cardin was better, but at least she didn't feel bad about tearing him down. With Adam, she was always so reluctant.

"Gods, you'd be so hot if you could keep your fucking mouth shut."

"And you'd be hot if you weren't a racist prick with an inflated ego."

He didn't respond verbally this time. Instead, he brought his large hand down and smacked her in the ass. A shock ran down her spine and she almost bolted upright before he did it again. And again. And again. She could've used Aura to try and numb the stinging sensation, but she didn't.

"You hit like...a little bitch...!"

The next smack came harder and faster. Blake shut her eyes and bit into the pillow so hard it was a miracle she didn't tear a chunk off. Fuck, it felt good. She'd never told anyone before, but she always had a thing for someone playing with her ass. It was a secret she'd take to the grave. There were already rumors about her because she had the best ass on campus (despite Weiss' arguments otherwise) and the last thing she wanted was for people to find out she was into being spanked.

It continued that way for a while. Him thrusting with the force of a sledgehammer and smacking her ass till it was red and raw. Throughout all of it, she refused to moan, scream, cry, or give any indication that she was satisfied with his performance - nothing besides the first one he'd managed to force out of her. It only made him more determined to eke out whatever sound he could get out of her.

Thrust after thrust, smack after smack, it brought her closer and closer to just giving him what she wanted. It was only the reminder of how much they'd been fighting for the past year that kept her mouth stubbornly clamped shut. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction. He could've given her the most mindblowing fuck of her life and it still wouldn't be worth it.

Eventually, either frustration or satisfaction won out and she felt his thrusts slow, "I'm gonna cum..." he muttered.

"N-Not inside..." she said breathlessly. It took everything she had to not let the words come out in an almost drunken slur.

"Tch, don't flatter yourself. I wouldn't wanna give an animal the satisfaction of carrying a Winchester kid."

She didn't get the chance to give her own cutting remark before he pulled his cock out without any warning. Blake covered her mouth with both hands to keep from moaning as the thick, throbbing slab of cockmeat was slapped down on top of her quivering ass cheeks.

Thick, warm ropes of cum shot out of the twitching shaft, coating her ass and back. The sudden warmth spreading out across her skin felt oddly comforting despite the position she was in (and who she was sharing it with). Blake took a deep breath and just let him finish. She could already see the look of smug satisfaction on his face. He was probably thinking he was some kind of sex god. The Brothers' gift to all women across Remnant.

She didn't even get off...

Cardin pulled back and sat against the end of the bed with a relieved breath. He either didn't notice or didn't care that he was the only one satisfied. Blake grit her teeth and moved, grabbing Gambol Shroud off the floor and quickly unfurling its ribbon. The smug bastard didn't even realize what was happening before she pushed him onto his back and wrapped the ribbon around his neck. Not enough to kill him, obviously, but enough to make his heart speed up again.

"What the fu-"

She sat down above his lap with his cock squished under her cheeks, "You're supposed to satisfy your partner too, jackass," Blake hissed. She pulled the ribbon back to tighten the stranglehold slightly and gave him a downright feral grin when she felt his cock coming back to life. It was already turning hard and pressing against her skin, "Bit of a masochist, huh? I shouldn't be surprised."

His Aura was down. Much as she hated to admit it, Cardin was stronger than her when it came to raw strength. The fact that he wasn't pushing her off meant he trusted her that much or he was that horny. Or maybe he was just as stupid as he looked.

Whatever. She'd have her fun either way.

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When Blake went to the cafeteria the next day she was met with silent, judgemental looks, "What?" she asked flatly as she set her tray down next to Yang.

"You've kind of got a...little something." Yang gestured to her neck.

"Yeah. I got into another fight." Blake took up a forkful of tuna and refused to humor them. She had a couple of hickeys on her neck. Aura healed wounds pretty fast, but she and Cardin were 'fighting' up until the early hours of the morning. Then they had an actual fight when they were deciding who would get the shower first because she was not sharing with that overgrown brute.

She totally won, by the way.

Judging by the looks in everyone's eyes, they understood how she and Cardin 'fought'. Nora and Yang were gaping, Pyrrha blushed and looked down at the table, Weiss loudly sipped her tea with judgment in her eyes, and Ren...well, he didn't look like he cared at all.

But of course...

"You two need to stop fighting already!" Ruby huffed, "This isn't helping anyone!"

"Yeah. I mean, Cardin's a huge dick-" Everyone sans Ruby winced at the choice of words, "-but fighting with him isn't really doing anything besides getting you both hurt."

"We're training to be Huntsmen. Pain's an old friend, Jaune." The two didn't know and she wasn't going to tell them. Let the rest of her friends worry about it.

Cardin stepped inside the cafeteria. Unlike her entrance, everyone stopped to look at him. She'd gotten away with a couple of hickeys. He had hickeys, bite marks, and a rope burn around his neck. Hey, it wasn't her fault he refused to use the safe word. If he wanted to be stupid she wasn't gonna cover for him.

He walked towards team CRDL's table with his head held high and refused to say a word even as his team badgered him with questions. Their eyes met for a brief moment and she raised a brow, daring him to say something or pick another fight. He just looked away and put his head in his arms.

"So...guessing you won that 'fight'?" Yang asked.

"Yep," she said, popping the P. A bad habit she picked up.

"...You gonna 'fight' him again?"

"Yep."

"...I'm not even gonna ask. Just...make sure to bleach yourself before coming back to the room, alright?"

"Sure." She crossed her right leg over her right and hummed. She'd need to buy some ballgags before she and Cardin had another 'fight'.

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Not a pairing I thought I'd write, but here it is. Will do the Drunken Dragonslayer comm then the next chapter for 'This Girl's Kind of Weird'.