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Here it is ladies, gentlemen, boys 'n' girls, and that funny grey area in between. Hey, gotta be inclusive or I'm as good as dead. Love Stung is a BumbleBY story and if you don't get the name, then your dad is fantastic for not making this kind of shitty pun. So, second fanfic that's about RWBY. I might do other shit depending if I feel like it, if people ask for it and how well RWBY does for me in general. Also yes, this will also travel down the road of smut. You can thank an obese Indian man for that. I make one of these stories pg in the next millenia. Enjoy the show!
(In a warehouse on the outskirts of Vale)
Yang and Blake stood back to back, ready to fight. They were surrounded on all sides by over a dozen White Fang grunts. They slowly turned on the spot, not letting a single grunt escape their view. Yang couldn't help but grin with excitement.
"Man, you're real popular with the guys aren't you?" Yang spoke playfully like always. To anyone else it would've felt completely out of place, but Blake and the rest of team RWBY had long since come accustomed to Yang's enthusiasm for fighting.
"Regrettably, yes. I count sixteen. Sound right?" Blake in contrast was sharp and serious, a tone that fit the much quieter girl beyond perfection.
"Yep. Eight each?" Yang looked at Blake from the corner of her eye. She watched a bright amber eye greet her lilac with a smile to boot.
"Wouldn't have it any other way!" With a wink from Yang and a wider smile from Blake the fight kicked off. The grunts started charging at them, the first to arrive regretting it immediately as Yang landed an already strong punch bolstered with a synced shot from Ember Celica to his cheek, making him bounce off the floor and crash into a stack of crates.
Blake met the second who seemingly caught her with a machete slash, only for her figure to waver and disappear, followed by a much more lively Blake to appear next to it and slash at him before kicking him away.
Both girls switched to offence. Yang blast forward straight at a grunt who took a left cross before being sent to the roof with an uppercut. The next one tried to come at her from behind but his blade was stopped by Yang's left gauntlet before being elbowed in the ribs and spin kicked in the temple.
The fight didn't last much longer, with Yang and Blake being the only ones standing. After everything was settled, both girls swept the warehouse, seeing if they could find any clues as to what the White Fang were doing beyond Robbie dust shops and shipments.
"Nice work kitty cat. We find out anything?"
"No." Blake responded in a dry tone, her face a scowl of disappointment. Yang never did like seeing those close to her unspent or moody and it almost hurt to see Blake so down in the dump.
"Don't sweat it. We might not had gotten any info, but at least this is one lest dust cache for these guys." Yang had a natural talent for lifting people's mood and this was no exception. Blake found herself smiling after Yang put a hand on her shoulder.
"So… what do we do know?" There was an awkward moment where neither of them spoke. "You wanna get a bite to eat." Blake would've taken a second to consider had her stomach not done all the thinking when it let out a low growl. "I think your gut just answered for you."
Yang cracked up at her own joke making Blake roll her eyes while still holding a genuine smile. "Do you have anywhere in mind?"
"I do know this one joint." Yang put her hands behind her head. "I'm pretty sure they've also got fish on the menu." Blake's amber eyes lit up with that statement making Yang giggle. "Say I've been wondering. You know how you follow laser pointers, love to eat fish and do a bunch of other cat stuff?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you also play with balls of yarn?" Blake seemed surprised by the random question.
"Uhhh, no. Whyyy dooo you ask?" Blake knew she was sunk when she saw Yang's face curl into a smirk and her hand drop to her pocket. "What are you doing..?"
Yang pulled a light blue ball of yarn out of her back pocket. "Well I just so happened to find this under your bunk. Why you gotta go liying like that?" Yang quickly raised her arm after Blake's eyes widened and she pounced at her.
"Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!" Yang busted up at the sight of Blake jumping up and down, trying to reach her ball but failing due to Yang's superior height. She struggled to keep the yarn from Blake due to a combination of the cat's persistence and her own laughter at their situation.
"Common little kitty cat. Don't you want your pwecious wittle warn back?" Yang bursted out laughing, giving Blake the chance she'd been waiting for. Yang had let her arm droop ever so slightly but it was enough. Blake finally got her hand on the ball but put in too much forward force, causing both her and Yang to topple over.
"Owww. If I'd known you'd get this serious, I might've…" The blonde trailed off when she realised that Blake's face was completely buried in her bust. It took her a solid second to believe her eyes. 'Hold on, why aren't I doing anything? Actually no. Why isn't SHE doing anything?'
Yang wondered for a moment if somehow Blake had been knocked out in the fall but when she went to nudge her shoulder she could've sworn she felt Blake's mouth move. Yang let a tiny whimper out at the unexpectedly pleasurable sensation making Blake's head shoot straight up.
For an uncomfortable few moments they stayed laying there, staring at each other. 'Someone hold me back now!' Yang had taken a liking to Blake ever since they met during their first night at Beacon where she'd tried getting her sister to socialise with her. That liking only grew when they met in the Emerald Forest and became partners, and quickly it turned into a crush.
"You gonna get up, or is my rack just that comfy?" Blake's already flushed face went pure red at the sight of Yang's smirk that followed her tease.
"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-whaaaaat?!" Blake jumped back, landing on her tailbone making her rub her sore rear. Yang boomed with laughter, holding her stomach and wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.
"Relax pussy cat, I'm just joking!"
"Not funny Yang!" Blake's face still held remnants of blush while she frowned in annoyance. Yang couldn't stop laughing and rolling on her sides.
"Listen, if I buy you all the fish you can eat from this place, will that put you in a good mood?" Blake's jaw hung open and she started drooling making Yang giggle. "I guess that's a yes then."
(A little later that night)
Yang pulled up out front of a small restaurant that still had light beaming out of the windows. When Blake walked in after hearing the bell at the top of the door ring, she noticed a tall man with darkened skin and deer antlers standing behind the counter. The place was small with a classic red and white '90s fell to it but it also looked like it was in the middle of closing.
"Ahhh, if it isn't my most memorable customer." The man's voice was naturally loud and was both fittingly deep and rough except it had a friendly presence and a matching small smile that came with it.
"I think I've earned a little more than the title of memorable, don't you think Curt?" Yang said playfully.
"Ehhhh. You're not quite my most loyal, don't lie I've seen you at that BBQ place around the corner," Yang smiled kinda awkwardly and scratched the back of her head. "You're not quite rich or frequent enough of a visitor to be my best but I doubt anyone's ever forgotten your face."
Curt's eyes slowly moved to focus on Blake before flicking back to meet Yang's. "Friend of yours I presume."
"Teammate. Partner more specifically."
"The name's Blake."
"Nice to meet you Blake. Anyway, what can I do for you two?"
"My friend hasn't really had a look at the menu so is it ok if we just take a booth before ordering?" Curt rolled his eyes before responding.
"Sure. Just order quickly, my wife's not too keen on working over time."
"Gotcha." Yang winked before taking Blake's wrist and walking her to a booth in the back corner where they sat opposite to each other. Blake took a second to check that no one was within ear shot before leaning towards Yang.
"If it's alright, can I as what's up between you and that guy?"
"Hm?" Yang cocked her head and raised a brow at the question. "What do you mean?"
"It's just that this place looked like it was in the middle of closing and he's still serving us." Yang's face seemed to flood with relief at Blake's answer.
"It's a bit of a long story but to sum it up; he had a bunch of loan sharks on his case and he owes me for fixing that." Blake's face dropped in a please-don't-tell-me-you-did-what-I'm-thinking-you-did way before she rolled her eyes.
'Of course she would've done something like that." Blake reached to the bow in her hair, undoing it to let her cat ears out. "Everything alright?" Yang asked. It wasn't often Blake took her bow out of her hair and when she did it usually wasn't good.
"Yeah, they sometimes just get irritated by the fabric." Yang ran her finger along the bow, making her face turn to pure disbelief.
"How could you ever find this irritating? It's softer than a pillow and makes a baby's butt feel like someone glued gravel to sand paper!" Blake couldn't help but giggle at Yangs analogy before resting her head on the table.
"My ears are super sensitive so as good as that fabric is, it sometimes gets irritating." A light bulb lit up in Yang's head, brining a mischievous smirk to her face. "Uhhhhhh. Yang?" Before Blake knew what was happening Yang had reached out and was tickling behind one of her ears.
"He-he-y! C-hu-t that out!" Blake was laughing uncontrollably struggling to keep an eye open. She caught a glimpse of Yang's smirk widening before her fingers started experimenting on different locations until she found a spot that made Blake blush and squirm with her jaw hanging slight open.
'Tongue train, pulling into the station folks!' Yang worked her magic, reducing the steely Blake to a whimpering, blushing mess. Once she was satisfied Blake was subdued, she slowly lowered her head as to let the reality of what she was doing to do seep into the defenceless Blake.
'Why the hell is she doing this?!' Blake felt the blonde's warm lips met her own in a soft exchange. Every fibre in Blake's body refused to move despite her brain enforcing the idea. In an instant, her mind flicked back to the warehouse and how she'd planted her face between Yang's precious mounds.
Blake found herself shutting her eyes when their bottom lips separated, only so Yang could slip a wet tongue in before meeting again. The kiss was deep and passionate, Yang's tongue freely exploring every corner of Blake's mouth while occasionally paying it a visit where after a little bit of coaxing it would start to push back.
Yang broke away only so Blake could breathe but still left a string of saliva connecting them. Blake's breath was heavy, a combination of shock and genuine breathlessness.
"Yang… W-" Blake felt Yang's finger on her lips.
"Uh uh uhh. Save the talking for later." Yang's smirk reemerged as she took Blake's hand and walked her to the door. "Sorry about this Curt, but I've changed my mind. Have a good night!" Without waiting Yang pulled Blake outside and to the bike.
"Where're we going?"
"I thought I said to save it. But to answer the question, home."
Author's notes
God this took to long to write…. On a higher note, I am happy to say that for the next 6 weeks, I'M OFF SCHOOL BABY! More time to write my dudes. Heads up to all you Unforgivable lovers, you've still got a bit of a wait for chapter 6 as I'm starting yet another project. What that project is, you'll have to wait and see. Bye for now my precious sick fucks.