So, @namihatake1 seemed to enjoy one of my writings of Blake being horny. In honor of seeing bud @glittertornadoes had a relationship update I thought I would write a brief drabble. All reblogs welcome.
Oh no Roman’s voice is impossible and I haven’t been writing enough character stuff in the past few months I hope this works out well! Aaaaaaah. PANIC AT THE DISCO.
Roman thew her against the wall. Blake’s clothes were torn by his hands. Most of them half off. Her breathing was ragged. Her lips curled tight as he boxed her in. The trapped faunus did the only thing that came naturally.
She kissed him again.
Earlier...
“Well, well, well. Now who do we have here?”
Blake’s bow stood bolt upright as she recognized the voice. She half turned from her seat at the bar and faced Roman. Her eyes went wide for a moment and she started reaching back for her weapon. “What are you doing here?” She asked.
The man held his cane out away from her in an open, uninterested in fighting, gesture. “What am I doing here? Why, kitty cat, I am shocked.” With a flourish, he pulled out a bar stool and sat down. He placed the cane firmly into the ground.
“There’s no question of what I am doing here. I’m a poor simple civilian who happens to live in this fair city.” Roman smirked. “And most of the bar is under my employ. Employment that, I assure you, you cannot find hard evidence is anything but legitimate.”
Blake scowled. Roman continued. “The real question, the one I’m sure is on everyone’s mind here, is why you are here. Surely not to outdo your hotheaded girlfriend’s barroom brawls?”
The cat faunus looked away and down into her drink. A moment of sadness crossed her face. “...she’s not my girlfriend.” Blake said.
Roman put his cane against the bar and pulled out a cigar. His face had a moment, just a moment, where his smugness broke. No one was looking, and for that he was grateful. If anyone saw the expression, they might think him soft. Placing the cigar in his mouth hid his face long enough to easily regain composure for a more flat expression.
“Buy you a drink?” Roman asked.
Blake glanced back up at him. Her scowl returned. “Why?”
Roman sighed. He spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Because you’re here to get drunk and get over whatever sour milk you sapped up kitten.” He gestured at her with his hand as he spoke. “You’re in a bar in a bad part of town. You’re hoping for a bad night of big mistakes and in the morning everything will be clearer and better for having done so.”
Roman gave a charming grin. “What could be a bigger mistake than a drink and talking your feelings out with me?”
Yellow eyes narrowed. “Lots of offensive, but I really don’t think I trust you enough to talk about this with you.”
Roman shrugged. “Talk about whatever then, however you work out your problem makes no difference to me.”
Now...
Blake pulled his pants down and greedily grinded against him. She moaned heavily as he pulled her panties aside and thrust into her with them still on. His hands groped her chest. They were under her clothes hitting all the most sensitive parts of her breasts.
Blake let out a hasty breath. “Fuck...” She said. “Harder.” The cat faunus writhed as she rode his dick with her butt scrapping hard against the harsh wall. This motel was a bad idea. Roman was a bad idea.
She didn’t care at this moment though. She needed a bad idea and Roman was so hot. His make up, his crimson hair. It was all making her wet. Or, maybe that was the alcohol. Either way, she was going to fuck him all night long.
Her ears perked up instantly. That was not supposed to happen! Weiss was still in the room. Blake bit her lip down hard. Not something she meant to do in front of people at all.
But she just couldn’t help it. She’d been in heat for a while and it was getting worse. It was hard to hide all the parts of it from the rest of the dorm. Blake had been locking herself in the room alone when she could. But her teammates needed the room too.
Of course, she made the usual excuse. Not feeling well, headaches, and so on. So far, everyone had taken it without complaint. But she could feel the excuses starting to wear thin. Blake partly expected Yang had worked it out and just been too polite not to say anything. Ruby and Weiss though, she somehow doubted either of them would guess it.
The cat faunus shifted her legs and just the right spot was hit. “Aaaaaah...” She let out into her pillow. That was too loud. Surely Weiss heard it. Even human hearing couldn’t possibly have missed that one. But it was also such a nice spot. Blake could barely keep her hands away from her private areas to try and find that spot again. She gripped the bed tightly and panted.
