A/N So as an apology for being so absent in this past month, have some RWBY smut.
Rating: M
Pairing: Blake/Yang
Not for the first time since coming to Beacon, Blake found herself praying that the dorm room walls were thicker than they looked. Otherwise, she was going to have some explaining to do in the morning, what with the endless moans and gasps that kept tearing from her throat as a particular blonde brawler trailed a slow path across the sensitive skin of her neck.
Another whimper escaped her, Blake's fingers digging deep into golden locks. Dust, they had only been intimate for a few weeks, and already Yang knew every single spot that made Blake's knees tremble. She was fully exploiting that knowledge now, arms holding Blake firm against her body as she nipped and kissed every bare inch of skin.
"Yang~" Unable to take much more, Blake tugged her girlfriend's head upwards. Firmly ignoring the soft chuckle that fell from Yang's lips, she crashed her own into them, tongue out and demanding access to a warm mouth. She kissed Yang with all she had, their tongues moving together in a delicious dance until her lungs burned with the need for air. Even then, she only pulled back a scant inch, lips brushing against Yang's as she panted.
Hazy amber eyes locked with amused lilac, Blake smiling lightly when she noticed that Yang's pupils were dilated far more than normal. Good. She didn't want to be the only one enjoying their scarce alone time. Especially when they had gone to so much trouble to get Weiss and Ruby out of the room for the night. Honestly, Blake had no idea how Yang had managed to con her little sister into dragging the heiress out for a 'fantastic night of movie magic!', or even why Weiss had agreed to it, but she wasn't about to argue with the results. Most certainly not results that got her a spacious, comfortable, and empty dorm room to spend with Yang.
A currently moaning, mostly naked, Yang.
Blake's stomach practically burned from where the brawler's abs rubbed up against hers. The two of them had shed most of their clothing within seconds of locking the door. Only their underwear remained, each girl too desperate for contact to remove the final barrier. Not that it mattered, anyway, because the amount that Blake could already see was enough to nearly drive her insane. Seriously, the way Yang looked was criminal. The brawler was the most ripped person Blake had ever seen, body sculpted from years of her hands-on fighting style. Yet, Yang was also stunningly, jaw dropping, pants ripping, feminine; the hard edges of her muscles fading beautifully into soft, womanly, curves. And that wasn't even touching upon the god-granted gift that was her breasts.
It was enough to make Blake's mouth water in a most delicious way.
So she gave into temptation. This time it was her lips that pressed into a smooth neck. Her teeth that sank gently into firm muscle. A groan sounded above her, Blake's cat ears twitching as a hot breath puffed out over them.
"Babe, god." Face buried into her hair, Yang pulled her impossibly closer as Blake chewed at her skin. A smirk tugged at her lips. Yang might know all of her weaknesses, but Blake had picked up on quite a few as well, and she knew exactly how much her girlfriend enjoyed being marked by her fangs.
Strong hands pressed into her lower back, the brawler murmuring in encouragement. Blake obliged, leaning up ever so slightly on her toes to get a better angle. Vaguely, she was aware of a hand smoothing a path from her back to her hip, but she was too absorbed in her task to pay it much mind. At least until it cupped at her crotch, fingers rubbing insistently at the front of her panties.
Blake gasped at the touch, hips bucking forward, instantly seeking more friction. But Yang pulled back, her touch teasing as she rubbed Blake's inner thighs instead. Amber eyes narrowed in frustration, a dangerous growl bubbling from Blake's throat. She was in no mood to play. It had been too long since they had last done this and she had no patience left for any games.
Her warning remained unheeded, however, Yang only laughing in response as she continued to stroke lightly at the cloth covering Blake's sex. Fangs fully baring, Blake decided on a more physical method to display her displeasure. Slowly, as not to arouse suspicion, she began to kiss her way along her girlfriend's jawline. Finding a particularly sensitive spot near Yang's pulse point, she lavished it with attention; tongue scraping roughly as she swept it back and forth.
Above her, Yang hummed in contentment. Completely unaware of the brunette's plotting, she kept toying with her fingers, pressing firmly but at the wrong angle, and refusing to maintain a steady rhythm. Clueless, she was completely unprepared for when Blake bit down, hard, on the tender flesh of her neck, almost hard enough to break the skin.
Now it was Blake's turn to chuckle as hips bucked into her. Taking advantage of the taller girl's surprise, she planted both her hands firmly against Yang's chest and shoved, sending her toppling onto the bed behind them. Blake immediately followed, hands catching Yang's and pinning them into the sheets by her head. Her legs fell on either side of the brawler's waist, the speedster straddling her girlfriend with a huff.
Yang struggled for only a moment, eyebrows raised in amusement as she stared at the girl on top of her. "Someone's feeling feisty today. Meow~" A teasing lilt colored Yang's voice, her eyebrows waggling in amusement.
"Shut up Yang, or I swear to god I will—" Blake let the unfinished threat hang in the air. Normally she could just shrug off the awful puns, but if Yang was going to insist upon pestering her with them right now then she would…. she would do something to make her stop.
"Or you'll what? Tie me up? Make me beg for mercy?" The blonde snorted, purposefully blowing a puff of air at the ribbon wrapped around Blake's wrist. "Sounds absolutely purrfect to me, kitty cat."
Blake was about to smack Yang, really she was, but then her eyes followed Yang's gaze to the fabric spiraling around her arm, and something deep within her belly twisted in the most pleasurable way. Oh that was- that was exactly what she was going to do.
Rearing back onto her heels, she began to slowly unwind the black ribbon. "Good. Now sit up, hands behind your back." Her heart felt like it was going to hammer out of her chest. Just what did she think she was doing? There was no way Yang was going to go for this.
So she was completely taken off guard when the blonde followed her orders, sitting with an almost eager fervor.
"Like this?" Yang asked quietly, chest jutting out slightly as she grasped her hands together behind her back.
Blake startled a bit at the tentative whisper. What that a, a quiver in Yang's voice? It had certainly sounded like one. And it would match the sudden flush that had overtaken the brawler's cheeks.
"N-no." Her own voice sounded strained, Blake's hands shaking as she reached out to reposition her girlfriend, stripping her bra away in the process. "You have to hold them parallel to each other. Here, like this." Oh god, they were actually doing this. Blake would be lying if she said she hadn't thought about it before—there were at least a dozen pages tabbed on her scroll with information on just rope types alone- but she had never actually believed that this would ever happen.
Yet here she was, trying desperately to steady her trembling hands as she wrapped Gambol Shroud's ribbon around Yang's body, tight knots restraining the brawler's hands and elbows behind her. Once done she sat back, tugging lightly at the loop around Yang's neck to make sure that it wasn't going to choke her. The tie looked a little sloppy, even to her inexperienced eyes, but Blake had never done something like this before, and she was working solely off memory. Still, the sight of Yang bound up with her ribbon was a wonderful thing to behold, the black fabric crisscrossing down the center of her chest, two well-placed loops pressing her already amble chest together into a prominent display.
"Does that feel okay?" Blake murmured, half-lidded eyes raking over her lover's body. Maybe this had been a very good idea after all. She hadn't even touched Yang yet and already her lower region was pulsing with heat, the brunette unconsciously rocking her hips into the body underneath hers. Amber eyes watched closely as Yang shifted around, taking note of the places where the ribbon slipped and slackened as she moved. Next time she would make the necessary adjustments to keep the knot tight. If there was a next time.
Blake really, really hoped there would be a next time.
"Feels fine," Yang breathed out, the flush from earlier spreading to her chest as she fidgeted under her lover's intense gaze. "Now what?"
Oh, yeah. They had been in the middle of something before this. Blake had almost forgotten about that. But her body certainly hadn't, the muscles of her lower belly coiling tightly at the expectant look in Yang's eyes.
"Now," Blake leaned forward, fingers pinching lightly at hardened nipples. "You lay back, and keep that smart mouth of yours shut." It was easy, almost too easy, to slip into the role of dominant. With a growl she shoved Yang back down onto the mattress, rumbling gleefully at the way she bounced against the sheets. A surprised huff escaped the blonde, but other than that she gave no objection. Taking her silence as understanding, Blake continued her ministrations, tweaking and flicking the tender buds between her fingers. The red flush of Yang's skin fascinated her, and she bent down, textured tongue trying to lick the color away- or add more of it. Blake didn't really care.
Yang gasped, and from the corner of her eyes Blake saw her strain at the bonds holding her arms in place. The struggle made her chuckle, teeth scraping against Yang's collarbone as the brunette slowly worked her way lower. She had full confidence that the ribbon would hold, for even though it was soft and delicate looking, she had designed it for combat and had put its strength to the test countless times before. Simply put, Yang would not be going anywhere until she saw fit to untie her.
And that wasn't going to be anytime soon.
All too quickly Blake reached the swell of a breast. Tongue leading, she dragged it along the sensitive globe, circling ever closer to the hardened peak of a nipple. Yang was writhing under her at this point, hips rolling almost consistently against hers. But Blake was not going to be rushed, her lips closing over a pert bud at her own leisure. Teasingly, the cat sucked at one of her lover's breasts, fingers matching the pace of her tongue on the other. After a few minutes she switched sides, showering both breasts with attention until they glimmered with the sheen of her saliva.
"B-Blake. Baby, please." The choked call caught her attention, amber eyes glancing upwards to meet lilac.
"What did I tell you about talking?" She whispered, head lying against Yang's chest as she pulled away. Her gaze was absolutely predatory as she stared at her lover. This was her game, her rules, and she wasn't about to reward disobedience of any form. Even if Yang's begging made her belly clench hotly.
For a moment, all they did was look at each other. Yang's jaw worked up and down in a silent motion, the blonde clearly fighting the urge to say more. But in the end she resisted, eyes closing as she tossed her head back, another whimper rising from her throat.
Fangs glinted in the fading light as Blake smirked. Perhaps it was time that she rewarded Yang for all her patience. Yes, that sounded like a very good idea.
Placing one more kiss to the tip of each breast, Blake began push her way lower. Her hands lead the way down a firm stomach, nails scratching just hard enough to leave little red lines across glistening skin. She could feel the moment that Yang figured out what she was doing, the muscles of the brawler's abdomen tensing in anticipation.
Inch by inch, she licked her way down Yang's body. Before long her fingers were brushing at the edge of black panties, the cat growling at the interruption. She could already smell Yang's arousal, the heady scent filling her nostrils and completely obliterating any of her remaining patience.
In one smooth motion she dug her claws into the fabric and ripped it away. Yang jumped at the sound of tearing, head lolling to the side so that she could peer down at Blake over her trapped chest. The brunette ignored her—she could always replace them later—and focused instead on lifting slender thighs and placing them over her shoulders. Her arms wrapped around Yang's hips, palms pressing into her skin and holding her in place.
Once comfortable Blake leaned in, deeply inhaling the scent of her lover. Her thumbs slid along moist outer lips, peeling them apart and revealing her lover's glistening sex. Distantly, she was aware of Yang's strangled moan as she nosed closer. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the physical evidence of arousal. The second it faded from her senses Blake wanted more, tongue flattening to sweep broadly across Yang's sex, the cat covering all of her in one, slow lick.
Yang's reaction was instantaneous. A hoarse shout tore from her throat and her hips bucked wildly against Blake's grip. But the brunette held firm, nails digging lightly into warm skin to keep her down. Again she trailed her tongue along a wet slit, gathering as much wetness up into her mouth as she could. Her eyes glanced upwards to find those of her lover's, pulling back from her task as she waited for Yang to look at her.
It took a moment, but as soon as she was sure that she had Yang's attention, Blake nuzzled her way back into the blonde's sex. Never once breaking their gaze, she licked her way up to the little bundles of nerves above the brawler's opening. Then, with a slow deliberateness, she sealed her lips over the clit, tongue lashing across it in firm strokes. Yang's eyes widened almost comically at the touch, a hazy cloud overtaking them before they squeezed shut in pleasure. Smiling internally at the reaction, Blake returned her focus to the twitching bud in her mouth. She could tell by the lolling motion of Yang's hips, and the deep flush that overtaken her entire body, that the blonde was hurtling towards orgasm.
A part of her was deeply pleased by that. Normally it took her much, much longer to work Yang up like this. Maybe it was the ropes, or even the way that Blake had acted towards her than had driven the blonde so high. Either way, Blake was soon finding herself hard pressed to keep bucking hips still, her grip on them weakening as Yang groaned and gasped in pleasure.
Time to end this, then. With a growl, Blake sucked at the clit in her mouth even harder. Her tongue swirled around it in the motion she knew always drove Yang wild, and she wasn't disappointed at the reaction it caused.
Body seizing, Yang froze, everything slowing down as if someone had stopped the clock. Then she was shaking, a keening moan escaping her lips as she bucked and trembled, her thighs closing like a vice around Blake's head. Pushing through the pain, Blake kept licking at her all through her orgasm, swallowing as much of the gushing wetness as she could. Next time she would have to tie down Yang's legs as well. She wanted to see the muscles in her thighs jump as she came, legs straining against the ropes.
The thought made Blake twitch, her thighs rubbing together in an attempt to relieve the heavy ache between her legs. It looked like Yang wasn't the only one enjoying this new kink.
A minute passed, and Yang's legs slowly relaxed, releasing Blake from their grip. The brunette took that as an invitation to pull away, her tongue flicking across a twitching clit one more time before she leaned back to take a look at her lover. And what a sight it was.
Wild golden hair sprawled out like a halo behind Yang's head, the blonde's eyes still closed as she gasped and sucked for air. The black ropes were in sharp contrast to her reddened skin, each sharp inhale causing amble breasts to bunch together more firmly against the restraints.
Blake blinked, a pleased purr escaping her lips. Her books had it right all along. Heaving bosoms indeed.
Continuing with the soft rumbling in her chest, Blake stretched out on top of Yang, lips coming to nuzzle at her cheek. "Are you okay?" She asked, pulling her into a chaste kiss. Yang certainly seemed okay, but a little niggle of worry had settled into Blake's chest, a bit of concern that she had taken it too far.
Her answer came in the form of a demanding kiss, Yang sealing their lips together again before Blake had even backed away. "I'm just fine. More than fine, to tell the truth." The smile on her lover's face was honest, satisfied, and Blake felt a resounding tug at her own heartstrings. That was Yang's contented smile, the one that she shared only with Blake in quiet moments like these. To see it now, and in combination with the black ribbon that was still knotted tightly around her body…well, let's just say that Blake was suddenly very aware of the fact that she hadn't come yet.
"Do you think you can stay like that for a while longer?" Still purring, but with a lower, deeper, tone, she pushed back up so that she was straddling her bond lover. Her arms reached behind her to unclasp her bra, breasts bouncing free as she tossed it to the side.
"My shoulders are a little stiff, but I'm good to go. Why? Do you have something else in mind?" Curious lilac eyes watched with interest as Blake stripped, the brawler swallowing hard as more pale flesh was revealed.
A wicked grin spread across Blake's face, the brunette grinding her hips heavily against the body below her. "You could say that. Now hold still~"
She had several ideas in mind, actually. And she fully intended to act out each and every one of them, even if it took them all night.
Which it did.
A/N
I..I just have nothing to say. Take my trash and do with it what you will. And look forward to the next chapter. This game is just too much fun for me to write not to keep it going.