Author's Note:
Disclaimer - I do not own any of these characters, all rights belong to Rooster Teeth.
So I just had to get this out of my head. I've been trying to get into writing again after a long time so sorry if it's a little rough. This is just some idea that popped into my mind a while back so I'm not exactly sure if I'll continue it but for now this will just be a one-shot.
This is girl/girl so if you're not into that sort of thing then I suggest you exit now. Anyways, on to the story~
Yang cracked her eyes open at the sound of a grunt. She peered outside their dorm room window and saw only darkness. But as beautiful as the night sky hovering over Vale was, Yang turned over in her bed, frustrated at the fact that she barely got in a wink of sleep. Slowly, she began to drift back in to her slumber, almost forgetting the reason why she woke up in the first place. Until of course she heard it again and this time the noise was more audible.
Something's not right here, she thought. A hundred things flickered in her mind. It wouldn't be far off if someone or something chose to attack her team at night, of course perhaps Beacon had better security than that but who knows, it wouldn't be the first time she got surprised. She slipped off her bed sheets and looked for the source of the noise. Already, the brawler was flexing her fists, ready to fight off whoever or whatever it was that was in their room. She leaned over the edge of her bed and glanced downwards. What she saw was not what she expected.
Curled in to a ball was a sweaty and breathless Blake, a hand gripping the sheets and the other concealed under her body, doing something Yang was positive she knew even if she couldn't see. At that moment, Yang was so glad the faunus was facing away from her, and not because she was embarrassed. Besides, she was always open about these things herself. It was because of the sudden realization that watching her partner touch herself, was turning her on. Mentally, she pictured herself wiping drool off of her own face. Get it together Yang.
Blake bit back a moan, her body tingled with the pleasure her own fingers elicited. And still, Yang watched. The blonde's eyes were glued to her partner's body, watching every motion. Cautiously, she ran a hand over her chest, lightly squeezing one of her breasts through her tank. Somehow she knew it wasn't going to take much, if the wetness between her legs were an indication. She could already feel the need well up inside her. Ugh right there Blake, please. Yang grit her teeth as she entered herself.
Blake's hips ground into her own hand, pushing her fingers deeper inside. She was still unaware of the blonde's watchful gaze. Unaware that as she vigorously sought her own release, right above her was Yang, trying to catch her own.
This was so very wrong, yet oh so deliciously right. Yang could not contain herself. There was just something about the way her partner's face contorted into such blissful expressions that kept her going.
Almost there... Yang arched her back off of her bed as she came. She did not make a sound as she felt the waves of ecstasy pass through her stronger than she'd ever felt before. She took a deep breath and with a thud, she crashed back into her bed. She didn't even have help and yet here she was, body dripping with sweat, and muscles satisfyingly well spent.
"Having fun, are we?"
Yang froze. She turned to her side and who else would it be but the beautiful beast she'd been ogling moments before.
"Thanks to you I didn't even finish." Blake moved closer to the bed. "I guess that means I'll have to punish you."
If a quiet reserved Blake touching herself turned her on well let's just say a frustrated and horny Blake might as well have set her on fire.
Oh damn.