So funny thing I actually wrote this before the first chapter. It was originally going to be a one-shot or something but I thought "hey I can work with this" So here we are.
This one feels off to me and I'm not entirely sure how to fix it. Mind you, I'm not exactly experienced when it comes to sex (it probably shows) but I do like writing some smexy times ;3
I hope you enjoy this chapter, and feel free to give some respectful criticism. Also some ideas for future chapters! Hell, I'll even write other ships (maybe)
Why is it that she always got the most done so late at night? Blake gave a frustrated sigh when she glanced at the computer's clock once more. It was almost one in the morning and she still buzzed with ideas, with sudden motivation to get through a work pile. She had promised her father that she would help him with White Fang activities now that it was peaceful again. This meant that every so often she got to help with the planning of events. It usually wasn't a problem since she had plenty of free time in between hunts, but this time a lot had been going on in other parts of her life and she was only now getting around to it; with only a week until her self-assigned deadline.
She groaned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes as it slowly started to overpower her work drive. She looked over scripts again, skimmed over dossiers, and relaxed in her chair as she found herself satisfied with what she had so far. She really shouldn't have put it off for so long, even if Yang had insisted going to Patch for her birthday, and Weiss had that big gala, and Ruby got sick, then Yang got sick (and god was a sick Yang time-consuming)...it had been a hectic month.
Checking the time again with just about the expected answer, (which was way too late) Blake stood from her seat and closed her laptop. She stretched her arms in the air, a small satisfied noise breaking the silence of the apartment as she did so. The silence returned and she relished it for a moment. It was rare for her to get a decent length of time alone. Living with Yang had been a dream and she wouldn't change it for anything, but the girl was clingy and loud. Of course, Blake didn't mind, but Yang's boisterous attitude-along with her sister's-made Blake appreciate the moments of silence.
She knew she had to get to bed at some point, though. She made her way across the living room and down the hall, the sound of Yang's snores becoming more distinct as she grew closer. They teetered off and were quickly replaced by incoherent mumbles and Blake felt her stomach sink. She didn't want to assume, but that was usually a sign of an unpleasant dream. For years now Yang had been plagued by nightmares, no doubt from the trauma she had gone through that terrible day of Beacon's fall. Blake quietly opened the door, preparing herself for the worst.
Hesitant relief settled in as Yang seemed to be sleeping peacefully, a rare occurrence. She was rolled over on her right side, the blankets scattered messily over the bed. Only a portion of her was even covered. Blake smiled, amused by the sight of her girlfriend so disheveled. Yang snored and sputtered before mumbling a bit more, her brow tightening with an unpleasant expression. So much for a good night's sleep, Blake thought with a sigh. Poor thing.
Blake slipped off her shirt and her jeans before rifling through her dresser for a set of pajamas. Yang had always slept topless with nothing but a pair of shorts, but Blake still felt strange about it. Even if they had already seen each other naked plenty of times. Satisfied with a set of paw print t-shirt and shorts, Blake climbed onto the bed and began her attempt at straightening out the covers. Yang grumbled in her sleep and spun around to her other side, slumping forward a bit with no right arm to support her. Blake huffed in amusement and leaned down a bit to kiss her forehead.
"I told you not to stay up too late." Yang muttered, her eyes fluttering open. Blake hummed in acknowledgment and gently pushed Yang's messy hair away from her face. "Couldn't leave it unfinished?" Yang added with a small smirk, though it drifted since she was still half asleep.
"Were you having a bad dream?" Blake asked softly, ignoring Yang's gentle teasing. The blonde's expression fell and her eyes moved away.
"I...think it was about Zwei." Blake laughed at the unexpected response, earning an insistent look from Yang. "I'm serious! Zwei got, like, superpowers and could talk. And he kept saying how you were a cat."
"Oookay?" Blake raised a brow, hiding giggles behind tight lips. Yang lifted her hand to rub her eyes, ebbing away her remaining grogginess.
"No, like...you were an actual literal cat. And I was just imagining you as this beautiful woman the whole time. And everyone else thought I was crazy." She laughed at herself and rested her hand over her forehead. "My talking dog called me a lunatic." Blake's giggles burst out of her as she lost the fight to keep them in, her mouth sputtering for the split second where she failed. Yang beamed at her reaction.
"Well, I'm glad you weren't having a nightmare." Blake told her as she twisted her hips to lay down. Her back hit the mattress and Yang's hand grabbed hers, and both were equally effective at making the tension in her muscles disappear. Blake rolled onto her side to face Yang, reaching down to pull the blanket over her.
"I'm glad you're not a cat." Yang said as she slid closer. "I don't think my family would approve of me dating a cat." She giggled.
"A cat faunus is fine, I hope." Blake hummed as she closed her eyes.
"Come on, you know it is. Ruby and dad both love you." Yang assured her. Her hand tightened around Blake's, prompting her to open her eyes again. Yang looked serious now, vulnerability in her eyes. Blake recognized that look immediately; she had it every time she said something really personal. "Even if my family was like that, if they did hate faunus..." She hesitated and moved the slightest bit closer. "...it wouldn't matter because I love you."
"Yang..." Blake felt her face heat up and she made an unconscious attempt at burying her face in her pillow. "Why do you have to say something so sweet when I'm so tired?" She groaned. Yang chuckled and leaned forward to kiss her nose.
"Good night, Blake." With that Yang let go of her hand and rolled over to her other side, leaving a stunned Blake to stare awkwardly at her back.
"I hate you." Blake huffed. She could hear Yang's stifle a laugh and pouted, not really feeling like going to sleep now. Blake moved closer to Yang's back and ever so softly trailed her fingers over Yang's waist, smirking when she felt her tense.
"Blake?" Yang lifted her head to glance over shoulder, but only saw Blake's silken black hair as the faunus moved closer to press her lips between Yang's shoulders. Blake received a small gasp for the soft touch and the sound made her want to continue. "Blake, what time is it?" Yang asked her, her voice shaking slightly.
"One in the morning, just about." Blake answered her and Yang shivered at the feeling of her warm breath on her bare back.
"Aren't you tired?" Blake only hummed in reply as she pressed another kiss against her back, the muscles contorting as Yang squirmed. Blake dragged her hand up Yang's toned stomach and brushed against her breasts, hesitating to cross a certain line until she said it was okay. Yang tilted her head back and Blake lifted herself over her, looking down at her with desire.
"We haven't done anything in a while." Blake reminded her. Yang took a breath as she raised her arm to run her hand through Blake's hair. She smiled and rolled onto her back.
"I mean...we sort of had a go in Weiss's bathroom." Yang reminded her with a flirtatious grin. "Then the hotel bathroom?" She hummed, her grin widening. Blake groaned in annoyance.
"Are you arguing when I'm horny and begging you?" She asked as she swung her leg over Yang's lap, straddling her and consequently knocking the blankets off of them both.
"To be fair, you're not exactly begging yet." Yang replied with a laugh. Blake frowned and trailed her hands down Yang's waist to come together just below her navel. The sensation made her shudder.
"Can we pretty please have sex, Yangarang?" Blake purred as she leaned in to kiss Yang's ear. "I'll do whatever you want next time~"
"Agh, curse you Belladonna! Attacking me with a combined nickname and false promises! How could I ever resist?" Yang exclaimed dramatically before pulling Blake into a warm kiss. Blake melted into her touch and pulled her closer with both hands. "I'll have you know that I would have tackled you if both arms were at maximum efficiency." Yang warned her after pulling away.
"I believe you." Blake hummed and kissed her again. Yang's hand lifted to Blake's chest, groping her before pulling away to tear off Blake's pajama shirt. Their lips met again with heat and Yang's fingers drifted over Blake's nipple. She rolled the nipple under her thumb and Blake shivered against her touch. Blake pulled away for a moment, smiling as Yang tried to follow. She grabbed the blonde's shorts and tugged them down along with her underwear, tossing the garments over the edge of the bed.
Blake slipped off her own bottoms and discarded them just as carelessly. Yang reached out to her and Blake happily kissed her again, her hands wandering further past Yang's hips. Her knees lifted as Blake's hands trailed down her thighs, taking her time.
"Blake." Yang broke their kiss and locked eyes with her partner, a small smirk creeping onto her swollen lips. "Turn around and sit on my face."
"You could at least be a little more subtle about it." Blake groaned as her face grew red.
"Why, though?" Yang whined, though she was smiling as Blake complied and began turning herself around. "What's so wrong with me wanting to eat yo-MMPH!" Yang was quite rudely interrupted by Blake's soft, dripping cunt being shoved into her face, but she'd be lying if she claimed that she minded. One hand gripped Blake's ass as Yang dug in, Blake's sigh of pleasure encouraging her.
Yang's tongue pushed forward inside of Blake before swirling, every pass sending electric jolts up her back. Blake's hips pressed back instinctively. As much as Yang enjoyed eating out her lover, she wasn't in the mood for this to be a one-sided venture. She grabbed Blake's hand and pulled it to her center, encouraging Blake to return the favor. Yang moaned softly against her as the faunus gently rubbed her clit. Blake leaned forward and hooked her left arm around Yang's leg as her right hand methodically stoked the fire.
"Yannng..." A spasm ran through her whole body when Yang's tongue flicked over her clit unexpectedly, ultimately adding it to the vague pattern she had made. Blake decided to counterattack by slipping one of her fingers inside of Yang, still rubbing her clit with her other hand. Yang's hips lifted, instantly begging for more. Blake added another finger and slowly slid them back and forth.
Yang's hand clenched and her nails left red trails over Blake's ass. She moaned again, louder this time, but still put all of her effort into treating Blake. Blake who was moaning more frequently now and rocking her hips against Yang's mouth. Blake's fingers pushed deeper and she brought her lips around Yang's clit and sucked, catching the blonde by surprise. Yang bucked her hips with a deep moan before doing the same to Blake as if it was some sort of competition.
Blake's back arched and she let out a shaky moan as she grew closer. Her hips rolled against Yang's mouth, which worked diligently as she caught on to Blake's rising pleasure. Blake's fingers dropped to the sheets, halting their ministrations as she became lost in pleasure. Like a rubber band snapping back Blake's body suddenly went rigid and her whole body shuddered as her climax ran through her like a wave. Yang's hand quickly lowered between her own legs, her fingers working fast to finish herself off and catch up. Blake lifted herself as her orgasm passed and relished the sounds Yang made as she neared her own.
Her abs clenched as her hips lifted and she threw her head back as spasms spread through her entire body. With a last guttural moan her body twitched and she sank into the bed. She let out a large sigh and lifted her hand above her head, a wide smile gracing her lips.
"Okay..." Her voice was weak as she spoke and she cleared her throat before continuing. "That was worth the headache I'm gonna have tomorrow." She finished with a hoarse laugh.
"You mean later." Blake hummed as she leaned over to kiss her, not at all bothered to taste herself on Yang's tongue. Yang eagerly returned the affection, but drew back with an irritated sigh.
"I'm exhausted now. Thanks." She grumbled, only half-serious. Sex was rarely a bother, even at one in the morning.
"You are very welcome." Blake replied with an amused smile. Her gaze flickered to Yang's hand, still visibly slick from pleasuring herself. Blake reached over with a mischievous smirk and lifted Yang's hand to her lips, meticulously licking off every thick drop. She moaned as the taste hit her tongue, her eyes sliding closed in bliss.
"Fuck..." Yang groaned at the sight. "Why do you have to be so sexy?" She laughed as she pulled Blake in for another kiss. Blake glanced towards their alarm clock, curious about the time. One fourty seven am...
"Yang, we should go to sleep." Blake told her through a stifled moan as Yang trailed kisses down her neck.
"Nope. This is revenge for you being selfish earlier." Yang told her, smirking against her alabaster skin.
"Yang...it's almost two now." Blake protested vocally, though she didn't try too hard to move away. Yang's hand trailed down her side and over her hips to grab her ass, causing her to squeak in surprise.
"You shouldn't have gotten me turned on again, Belladonna." Yang purred against her throat. "I'm not letting you sleep tonight."
