Flashing lights, the satisfied burn from a bottle of tequila settling in her throat, bodies that smelled of either cheap perfume, cologne, or booze is now rubbed on Yang.
Switching between male dance partners to females. Most tried to cop a feel on the sexy boastful blonde, a few lucky males patrons got death glares while the others a broken hand, well not broken just once the effects of alcohol wears off their hangover will be the least of their problems.
As for the females all are welcome. Hell if Yang didn't ride here on her bike she would have at least ten of the most beautiful ladies, hopefully one littered in ink. She have them wrapped around her finger in the backseat of her Mustang. Literally.
There are several that caught her eyes many times, a few flirts, some none PG-13 touches, most definitely a joke or two about her metal arm having a vibrating function. But this is just a tease for her to start the main course, pulling out her phone Yang began to text a certain cat eared woman, Blake.
'Y- BLAAAAAKEEE!'
As the blonde navigated her way outside the club the streets are more lively than Menagerie marketplace, even their red light district is no competition to Haven's. That's where she got such an addition to either getting a tattoo or get a person with tattoos.
The beautiful markings of faunus culture screamed from the skin those who has them. It's like taking a small glimpse into how they led their lives, their status, their personality.
While she was making her decent down the street to her black and yellow motorcycle, Yang continued to set her plan in motion.
'B- Yang it is 2 in the morning.'
Technically the time is 1:48, but she didn't let that small detail side track her.
'Y- I know and I'm sorry but I was in the neighborhood and I wanted to stop by.
Y- Also I know you too well to believe that you was sleep.
Y- Also also I know your reading Howling at the Moon.'
This caused Blake text messages to halt. After a minute or two passed a small meow came from her phone.
'B- What do you want Yang?
Y- Like I said to stop by.
B- Right.
B- You just left a club didn't you?
Y- What does that have to do with me seeing you.
B- How much have you drink?
Y- That too is irrelevant.
B- You touch me or make one ONE cat pun I will kill you and this time it's a promise.
Y- Calm down Blakie your acting like your on the rag.
B- You have 10 minutes.'
The blonde giggled a little at her 'friend's' tone, the reserved bookworm is usually stoic and display sarcasm in every form possible. The only time she shows any act of aggression is towards Weiss or when she's in heat.
Come to think of it, it is mid-summer and most pure blooded faunus sometimes hide or stalk the nights looking for a mate. A few tend to be angry and spiteful without cause, others are more high maintenance, having to give them some form of love each second. The brutish blonde have no idea how Coco can deal with Velvet's constant need of affection, neither do she really care to find out.
Yang have seen the darker side of Blake when her puns, pranks, or her eagerness to do something gotten to unbearable, leaving to sore throat disagreement. She even remember the time her cat eared friend almost kicked her ass for accidentally eating one again just one of her tuna sandwiches.
Great times her and Blake great times indeed. 'Wait. If Blake acting so hostile then she must be, nah it couldn't came this early, well Blake have been a few weeks early and late before. Wait.' As Yang begin to but these series of thoughts together in her head she text Blake again to test this theory.
'Y- You know what Blake your right. It is way to late at night to come over and bother you. I'll come over later. How does 4 sounds?
B- 8 minutes.'
"Shit." That's the only response she have, Blake is in heat either starting or somewhere in the middle. Now she stuck between a rock and a hard place, to make her friend of seven years pissed off at her for putting down a good book to be aggregated or to not show up at all. Yang took the latter the second option will for surely get her a quick ticket into a shallow grave.
Yang revved up her bike and speed off to Blake's apartment, on the trip there she tried- and using that term very loosely. Like a hotdog thrown into a hallway loosley. She have been drinking but she not drunk, buzzed for sure, her mother's side of the family are know to be drunks and Yang was granted this sacred power, at least she knows when to put down the bottle unlike her uncle Qrow who bleeds and breathe vodka and rum.
After a few unsafe turns and cut-offs, breaking the speed once or thrice, along with a quick stop to the nearest corner store, she finally come made it to the brunette apartment complex with 1.29 seconds to spare.
As the door creaked open Yang is greeted by Blake with rosy red cheeks. "I brought snacks." Looking over the fish crackers Yang held up to her, Blake moved aside enough to let her friend enter her home.
When she walked past the smell of other people; women mainly stuck out more than the alcohol on her breath. Granted she have no reason to really care about Yang's nightly outings and whom she choose to spend them with, its just the smell of she can't stand. Yang too knew this so both women came up with a few rules shec can agreed with; to cleanse herself before she sit anywhere in Blake's home, if she was too wasted to do so Yang will have to sleep outside on the balcony unless it's raining she can sleep on the living room floor.
After her long shower, Yang reentered the living room, finding Blake reading a book with the t.v. playing on a low volume as background noise.
Both sat in comfortable silence until the blonde felt the urge to talk. Their conversation is simple and light hearted, in her unspoken promise Yang strayed away from any form of cat puns.
Mere minutes past and Yang can see a pink blush forming on Blake face along with a few not so subtle shivers. Without a second thought placed her warm hand on the inside of Blake's left calf.
This simple touch sent pleasurable lighting bolts through her body, but didn't complain about the hand being there. Yes she maybe a cat faunus but it will be a hail storm in the deepest depths of hell and Lucifer will become an angel again before she succumb to her heat. She is a person not some animal whom will choose anyone as a sex partner.
But this feeling with Yang is different, they have been intimate before going from cuddling together during cold nights, where Yang body heat is the most welcoming to one night stands. Even now her touch is even more wanted but she refuse every urge she have to plow the brains out of the blonde during her heats.
Yang isn't the type to keep relationship for long and that is a heartache Blake is willing to avoid no matter how much her body burn to be in contact with the brute.
Blake is staring unblinkingly at the foreign pages before her, she's at the most heated scenes of the story how she turnt back to these pages are beyond her. "Blake. Blake!" It took a few moments to get her attention, "Are you ok, you're turning a little red."
Yang violet eyes contained true weariness and some mix of fear, even the hand she placed on her leg is gone. But from Yang's perspective she saw something different, her friend eyes contained a small rim of amber and blown out pupils, the shade of red is beginning to cover her cheeks. Blake contained the look of pure lust.
The black eared faunus moved on her own convictions, she climbed into Yang lap taking her lips into her's, the kiss is slow but needy, as much as Yang enjoying the kiss this have to stop. "Blake I don't think this is a good idea."
But she isn't hearing this plea as another kiss is shared between them, grinding her center into Yang trying to find some source of friction. Again the blonde is tried to make another plea to stop but Blake stated her feeling on the matter, "Yang shut up and fuck me."
No more words passed the pun maker lips only the groans of pleasure as their tongues fought a hefty battle for dominance with the faunus as victor.
Their makeout session went from the three seat couch to the bedroom, where some article of clothing are spewn about in the hallways an issues they can deal with later. Yang layed Blake's body on the queen sized bed, both breathing heavily from the lack of oxygen
Yang looked down at the body of Blake. The faunus frame is much smaller than that of the blonde, their bodies fit perfectly together like a puzzle piece.
A finger trailed down the valley of creamy pale breast, a dusky colored nipples becoming erect before the real fun even started. Hot wet kissed traveled on every inch of her throat with light nibbles following the path.
Groans left the woman under, leaving her neck with red hickies she continued her journey south. Hands touching on every inch of exposed skin dull nails carrying fire but cold metal would soon put out the flame causing Blake to shiver at the touch.
Full lips teased twin breast, licking at dusky brown areolas instead of harden nipples begging to be touched squeezed, to be sucked on. Usually the cat faunus would be quiet one in the bedroom, yes she would make a small moan when she's at her peak of cumming but never like this. This Blake whimpered for more almost growling in frustration at the teasing, and Yang ego is taking in every cry.
It would seemed as minutes passed until she took a nipple into her mouth only to be ravished by a wet appendage. The heat radiating from Yang mouth followed by the touch of cold metal threw Blake's mind to a spiral, the off set temperature made her shiver.
The blonde didn't want to stay in one spot for to long so she left the harden peaks, trailing wet butterfly kisses across a flat stomach. Mapping out each patch of skin. Every fading scar, groove, and stretch marks are embedded into her memory.
Now she made it to slender creamy white legs. Whoever is the embodiment of lust can truly understand Yang's fixation with Blake's legs. Firm but soft thighs, the smooth creamy texture untouched by the years of violent protests and tag team bar fights.
"Please Yang. Please." Lost in her own thoughts Yang could barely register the words her partner said, "Please!"
This caused the brute to stiffen slightly, fiery amber eyes spoke its own plea for her to stop teasing, to skip ahead to the main event and Yang Xiao Long is not one to disappoint.
Her thick tongue licked its way up Blake's center causing her to cry out. Each slow lick is precise avoiding her clit entirely, putting most of her attention on the velvet entering that is releasing its sweet nectar.
Nails scratching at crumpled sheets, trying to find something anything to hold her down to earth. Legs buckling at each swipe, the sudden force of which her clit is being sucked nearly blew the woman mind into oblivion.
Moans turned into screams of pleasure, goosebumps arose on every part of her body, shaking from each touch so close to the edge that a gust of wind can tip her over.
The blonde ate her like a prisoner with their last meal, and this is one meal she will enjoy having for breakfast lunch and dinner. Though she thoroughly enjoyed the taste Yang want enjoy the touch more.
Thick fingers circled the outside of her entrance, preparing Blake for what's coming next. One finger delved inside, smooth walls began to clutched her one digit. Without missing a beat the second digit entered at the same pace, idling moving her two fingers about as Yang continued the assault on the small bundle of nerves.
More please poured from her partner's mouth, though Yang have no sense of rushing their fun, she alternated between licking and sucking, the brute decided to give Blake what she's been waiting for. Moving her two digits against her g-spot in a come hither motion, the faunus became wildly. Trying to move away from this new pleasure but the woman between her legs latched her metal arm around her waist. With a lot of practice the metal prosthetic isn't a crushing grip on her waist it would be more welcoming if it wasn't for the coldness.
More wetness pour from the faunus like a faucet that made it easier push through the growing tightness. A plush pillow is used to muffle some of the loud moans that is emitting from Blake.
She so close very close. Her back arched off the bed, toes curling thighs quaking in each movement, with one last hard suck to the small bud and the dam collapsed. Blake essences spilled out with Yang right close behind lapping up what she can as she help the faunus ride out her orgasm, her whole body shook violently with every movement.
Loud muffled screams filled the small apartment, the neighbors are going to leave some very nasty notes attached to the door later but that will forever be the least of their problems.
Yang detached from Blake's center once the tremors turning into random shakes, looking over the mess she made, the cat ear faunus is covered in a sheen of sweat, full breast moved up and down with each heavy breath.
Amber eyes peeked from behind the pillow, annoyance and lust mashed into one but the brute cared not for either as she littered kisses in random spots, thinking that her job here is done she pulled Blake into her chest.
"Again."
The whisper is nearly nonexistence it took the blonde a few moments to respond, "What?"
"I need to. -Yang I. I need to cum again." The blonde for once in life is speechless. Her request is simple; Blake want another round of sex, but apparently this turned into a calculus question for Yang.
During their sex flings they would have at least two or three round unless one of them ends up cumming hard enough to forget their names that would last one round.
So like the genius rocket scientist she is Yang reaches over into the small nightstand and pulled out a harness that attach to her waist. "What size do you want to use tonight?"
