Disclaimer: Don't own shit. Final smut scene ahead. And a headcanon or two. Then back to the regularly scheduled fluff.
"Are you ready, Yang?"
"Hmmm?" She hadn't even noticed her eyes had closed, too busy picturing the scene in her head to realize what she was doing. Not much had changed, of course, aside from the fire she could see igniting in blue and amber eyes. That set a smile tugging at her lips, despite missing whatever preceded Weiss' last question. "Sorry, what?"
Blake raised a brow, tilting her head slightly so she could look up and over her shoulder at her partner. "It's your turn."
"Oh." The blonde glanced away for a moment, trying to put her mind back on track. Incidentally, her gaze landed on the clock atop the bookshelf, noting the late hour. If they were lucky, Ruby wouldn't return for maybe another hour... which meant any time devoted to her 'turn' wouldn't be used cuddling. Yeah, of course she didn't really want to stop... but it was a long, tiring day, so neither did she want to push either of her girlfriends too far on their first night together. Stamina was something a lot of people lacked and, though their Huntress training imbued each of them with more than the average person, she'd rather not reach the limits of their endurance quite yet. "I'm fine, if you're both tired."
Suddenly, both of her girlfriends were giving her odd looks, exchanging a questioning glance between them before the heiress spoke. "Is something wrong?"
"What? No, nothing's wrong." Lilac eyes deviated for a brief moment, taking note of the clothes strewn about the room. The small space was in utter disarray; it was a wonder the smaller woman hadn't started fussing about the mess. "I just, ya know. I'm good either way. This was a lot for one night-"
"Are you nervous?" Blake carefully sat up, sliding off the blonde's body so she could fully turn and look at her partner. Keen amber eyes scanned her form, reading far too much into her body language, and it took effort for Yang not to roll her eyes. "You know we won't judge you, right?"
"You've been rather indulgent with both of us, Yang, and very patient." Weiss reached out, running her fingers through blonde bangs, damp with sweat. "Whatever it is on your mind, we can at least try."
"Seriously, Princess, Kitten, I'm not nervous and I've got nothing on my mind." She smiled, reaching out to pull them closer, much like how they started this part of their night. With her girlfriends settling against her sides, Yang could feel a little more at peace with how awkward the situation was rapidly becoming. Or at least ignore it. That would work. "I'm totally fine!"
There was a moment of silence where she hoped they would just accept her suggestion and turn in for the night- maybe after a little more cuddling, because, yeah, she really liked this part. But then Blake sat up again, ears tall and attentive as her gaze slid across the blonde's features again. That piercing gaze promised that she wasn't convinced, and when Yang squirmed a little under the scrutiny, their girlfriend saw fit to join the Faunus in her examination.
"Yang. You've had sexual partners before, right?"
"Yeah," she replied, grinning slightly and fighting not to swallow hard at the clear intent shining in those amber eyes. Damnit, damnit, damnit- any other time, she'd praise her partner's tenacity, but right now, she wished her girlfriends would just let it go and curl up against her.
"How many of them actually touched you?"
Shit. Guess there was no getting things by Blake once she was sufficiently motivated. She really should've seen that coming. "Uh, all of 'em, Blakey. Kinda hard to have sex if you're not touching, ya know?"
"Yang Xiao Long." Weiss chided, mirroring the Faunus' position and fixing the blonde with a pointed look. "You know exactly what she means by that, now answer the question."
Once in a blue moon, Yang actually cursed having such broad shoulders. It made sinking back into the mattress so much harder.
It wasn't like she wanted to lie, of course not, and it wasn't that she thought either of them would hold it against her either... there were just certain things she didn't like owning up to, on occasion. But with two intense gazes glued to her, it was either bite the bullet or end the night on a sour note. The latter was out of the question, so... she really didn't have a choice at all.
"Uh... well... maybe half of them? I dunno." She looked away, shrugging slightly. One of the book stacks propping up her bed looked a little unstable; she'd have to fix that before climbing up again. As much as she enjoyed the rigged bunk bed arrangement, she didn't want it collapsing out of inattentiveness on her part. "But it's no big deal. Never bugged me."
Weiss' face scrunched up in confusion, looking to Blake for some sort of explanation. The Faunus, at least, seemed to understand. "Was that your choice or theirs?"
"I guess mine? It just wasn't really important to me, that's all." She shifted her attention again, looking at where their prizes from the night before sat, the cat and fox leaning against each other with the dragon curled around them. "Once they were finished, I was good. If I needed a little extra, I took care of myself. If they wanted to, I didn't object, but it wasn't something I pushed for- it's just whatever."
"I feel like I'm missing something," Weiss said, a hint of confusion beneath her concern, lithe fingers coming to rest on the blonde's cheek and gently coax her gaze back towards her girlfriends. Even if she was missing what was really fucking obvious- at least from Yang's point of view- the heiress was trying her hardest to be sweet and supportive, which was greatly appreciated even if the blonde was reluctant to find an alternate way to phrase it.
Thankfully, Blake was there to rescue her, even if it was blunt enough to make her wince. "Yang's the exact opposite of a pillow princess; she's always given but rarely received."
It wasn't like the blonde was ashamed of that. Taking care of the people around her was always important and she didn't think it was too odd that it would extend into her intimate encounters, too. However... it wasn't normal. Most people didn't react with a shrug if their partner fell asleep on them or didn't want to return the favor and they certainly didn't encourage it. For Yang, though... it just never seemed to bother her. If they were tired or nervous or whatever, that was okay. She got just as turned on as her past partners but going beyond that... it just wasn't a priority and she could handle it herself once they were gone. Her satisfaction came from bringing them to release and she was good with that.
"I can't say I'm too surprised." The heiress muttered, pushing her hair behind her shoulders. Idly, Yang wondered if she might be able to talk Weiss into letting it down more often. The look made her seem softer and not as cold as the serious side she so often showed to the world, like right then when her gaze fell on the blonde, not a trace of her usual severity to be found. Their girlfriend would probably agree, if she weren't so busy leading this whole interrogation. "However... does that mean you don't... want either of us?"
"That's- that's not it." She started to sit up but was held in place by Blake's hand on her shoulder, the pressure gentle but commanding. Yang's expression pinched into one of pleading, hoping beyond hope that she hadn't insulted either of her girlfriends in the process. That wasn't her intention by a long shot. "It's not about wanting it's just... this was a lot to ask of both of you, so if you two don't want to-"
"But what if we do?" Blake cut in, amber eyes sparking as she seemed to hit on what she was seeking out. "What if we want to, Yang?"
The blonde's mouth worked soundlessly for a moment. No one had ever asked her that- told her that- before. They were mostly one night stands, quick flings to release pent up tension. Once her sexual partners found their release, they sometimes repaid the favor, but none ever seemed to be too concerned about her climax. Wanting... never came up, even with the ones that lasted more than a single night; she was either the one giving or it was a mutual exchange.
It never even occurred to her until this moment.
"You... do?" She looked between blue and amber, seeing plain as day the spark of excitement building in her girlfriends. It was the same look they got when there was an opening for them to exploit in battle or an argument, a chance for them to gain ground in whatever pursuit had their attention.
Truthfully, she had no idea how to handle that.
They exchanged a glance, Blake quickly tilting her head and whispering something into the heiress' ear. Although the wicked little smile that initially overtook the smaller woman's expression was a bit concerning, the way their eyes started shining with mischievous glee as both gazes fell on her again promised that whatever lay ahead for her wasn't going to contain much for her to complain about.
"Yes." Weiss nodded, carefully moving until she hovered over Yang, one hand set on the blonde's chest while the other supported her weight. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, forming a curtain that was only rivaled by Blake's raven mane as she mirrored the heiress' position, both of them smiling down at Yang with absolute adoration shining in their eyes, barely concealing their mounting excitement. The two hands on her chest were placed over her heart and she felt like the traitorous organ was pounding like a bass drum, telling them exactly how she felt about that sentiment. "Of course we do. I can't count how many times I've thought about it."
"Neither can I," the Faunus said in that low, sultry voice. "Imagining you writhing, gasping out our names-"
"-flexing muscles, groaning in bliss-"
"-we've both dreamed about it." Blake chuckled, leaning down to pepper kisses along Yang's jaw while Weiss did the same on her brow, her girlfriends being mindful of the other as they lavished her with attention. "We both want to see you receiving pleasure."
The heiress pressed a kiss to her temple before shifting lower, her shorter stature working against her slightly. The blonde's hips jumped as a gasp slipped out, wholly unprepared for the slim fingers that carded through the trimmed patch of blonde hair above her sex. "The question is: will you let us give that to you?"
"It's your choice." Blake moved, capturing her lips in a soothing kiss while her fingers traced a gentle pattern just below her right breast. Yang felt her eyes slide close of their own volition and she sucked in a breath through her teeth the moment they parted, head tilting back at the delicious sensations so close to where she wanted them most. "We can stop right now and get ready for bed."
"We don't have to do this..." Weiss added, pressing a kiss to the blonde's shoulder. "But by dust do we want to, Yang."
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wanted to complain about how this was more than a little unfair. Okay, so, unfair might not be the best way to describe it, but, fuck, they were making it sound like her climax was just as important to them as their own! Sure, that might be her logic, but... wait... well, maybe they had a point?
Maybe that's what set sex as girlfriends- actually in a relationship with her partners- apart from one night stands or friends with benefits, that they cared enough to be completely invested in her pleasure as well as their own. Like how Weiss opted to move onto Blake instead of insisting on receiving oral; there was a balance to their relationship that hadn't been present in any of her previous encounters.
Forcing her eyes open, she looked between her girlfriends. She could see in their eyes that they weren't entirely sated, that there was still desire burning in both of them. If what they wanted was to see her being pleasured... she couldn't deny them that, right? Wouldn't that make her a bad girlfriend?
Or was she just being selfish?
As a few moments ticked by without any response forthcoming, Yang watched as a sense of disappointment settled over her girlfriends, Weiss slowly withdrawing her hand while Blake's ears drooped ever so slightly.
"We didn't mean to push," the heiress said, smiling gently to cover up her own feelings.
"This was a lot for our first night." The Faunus agreed, wearing a similar expression.
They were softly backpedaling, trying to be both supportive and apologetic for pushing her too far- which they hadn't, not by a long shot.
Meanwhile, the blonde began to internally panic. It wasn't about the prospect of losing a chance to actually be on the receiving end for a change, far from it- she didn't want to let her girlfriends down. Honestly, she had no qualms about them touching her. As long as they were getting some level of satisfaction from the exchange, then Yang had no problems with it at all!
But for some reason, the words wouldn't come. Like periodically throughout the day, the ability to speak was completely beyond her for some reason, and she couldn't figure out why. At least before she had some idea as to what prompted her sudden bout of incoherence; here and now, it was as if she'd simply forgotten what communication was!
Fuck did she have some awful timing!
Unable to get her mind and voice to cooperate, the blonde immediately defaulted to movement. At least that reaction she never seemed to lose, her arms quickly wrapping around her girlfriends' waists and holding them tightly in place. Neither objected, quietly waiting for Yang to try and force something out, but more time passed and she simply couldn't.
Why was it so hard for her to accept that someone wanted her for a change? Much less two someones! All she had to do was tell them to keep going! Two little words!
"Yang?" Blake frowned, glancing at Weiss for help and finding the woman just as lost as she was. Nevertheless, she pressed on, her voice soft. "Do you want to stop?"
"Just nod or shake your head, you oaf." The heiress leaned up, brushing her lips along the blonde's jaw, absolutely no bite in the moniker she used so often when irked. Instead, her voice was laced with affection, as though whatever reaction came would be accepted without question. "You don't have to say it if you'd rather not, or if you can't."
With only the barest hesitation, Yang shook her head.
No, she didn't want to stop, and if they didn't want to either... then there was nothing wrong with going a bit further.
"Great."
"Excellent."
The sheer relief in her girlfriends' voices should've been all the reassurance she needed that they were just as invested in continuing as she was, but there was still a voice nagging at her from the back of her mind. Even if she was the one receiving, this couldn't be about her.
"It seems you get to take your test after all," Blake said, settling firmly against the blonde's side and tracing nonsensical patterns across the toned flesh of her abs and along her ribs, earning a gasp of surprise from Yang. "Hopefully, you were paying attention during your lesson."
"Come now, Blake." Weiss scoffed, pressing herself against her other side, hand once again wandering through her pubic hair, coaxing her legs into spreading wider with faint touches that sent shivers down her spine. "When have you ever known me to fail a test?"
"True, but you have to admit this one's special." The Faunus leaned in, tracing the shell of her ear with a wicked tongue, a smile evident in her voice. "But it is open notes."
"I'll be sure to ask if anything comes to mind."
The lightheartedness of their banter was soothing, even if every touch was making her twitch and jump. Yang closed her eyes and leaned her head back, trying to be still to make things easier on Weiss. This would be her girlfriend's first time exploring someone else's body and she didn't want to make things any more difficult than they needed to be.
However, it was easier said than done as fingers that weren't hers slid further down, touching her core for the first time in... shit, it'd been a while. She really couldn't remember when she'd been in a similar position. Her body tensed, breath stuttering in her chest as the heiress carefully explored her sensitive folds. Their girlfriend, meanwhile, leaned over to get a better look, emitting a low chuckle.
"Dust, Blake, she's soaked." Weiss let out in a breathless whisper, lazily dragging her digits back and forth. "Is this what we did to you, Yang?"
"Yes." She forced out, a pathetic little whimper that had her turning her head aside. That didn't last long, though, a strong hand on her jaw redirecting her gaze to meet burning amber orbs.
"Good. We do to you what you do to us." Blake leaned down, brushing their lips together in a ghost of a kiss. "We wouldn't have it any other way. Now lay back and relax. Let us take care of you."
And then they were kissing, the Faunus taking the lead. She put up no resistance, absolutely thrilled that her girlfriends seemed to be taking some sort of pleasure from the exchange. Tongues danced together, distracting her enough that she didn't feel when Blake moved her hand back down to lay on her breast, squeezing lightly. She moaned, the sound muffled as the kiss continued, though a second, longer one echoed the first as Weiss began stroking her clit, drawing slow, tight circles against the sensitive flesh. With her own hands still splayed across her girlfriend's sides, and them laying on her arms besides, there was little she could do but try not to grab them hard enough to bruise.
The position was doing wonders for her imagination, though, seeing as she couldn't be much of an active participant. In her head, she was picturing herself finger deep in both of her girlfriends, grinding the palms of her hands against them and drinking in their dueling moans of pleasure.
She was roughly pulled from that fantasy by a warm, wet tongue tracing circles around her left breast, Weiss proving that she was an excellent multi-tasker as her fingers never lost their tempo. Apparently, Blake had noticed as well, taking the change as some sort of challenge and focusing on rolling the stiff bud of her other nipple between her thumb and forefinger. The completely different sensations were amazing, setting her chest heaving as another moan tore from her throat. Hey, she'd be among the first to admit her breasts were two of her best assets, but it never really occurred to her that they would be used against her like this!
Suddenly, the Faunus broke away, sliding down the blonde's body while leaving a litany of kisses in her wake until she arrived at her target, substituting her hand with her mouth. Yang groaned, eyes squeezing tight as her girlfriends suckled her breasts, lips and tongues and teeth teasing her flesh, neither ever matching the pace or technique of the other. All the while, Weiss continued drawing circles over her clit while Blake began raking her nails over the blonde's stomach, tracing the grooves of her muscles, crossing them, never hard enough to hurt but always enough to be felt.
"Weiss, Blake!" Speaking was going to be insanely difficult the longer this sweet, wonderful torture continued, but the blonde somehow found a way to force out her girlfriends' names, gasping for breath a moment later when she was rewarded by harsh sucking from both of them. There were so many things she was learning she liked, and that definitely ranked pretty high on the list.
Gathering her strength, Yang forced her eyes open and looked down her own body, doing all she could to burn the sight into her memory- both of her girlfriends, eyes closed peacefully, mouths tightly wrapped around the flesh of her chest, each making soft little noises of pleasure in the back of their throats. Dust, she never thought sex could be this good, a startled gasp escaping as she fought not to move her hands to their heads and keep them exactly where they were. Earlier it was okay, because that was just foreplay, but this was different. (Plus, they were still laying on her arms, so movement was pretty limited anyway. Ya know, without accidentally hurting someone in the process.)
The sound drew Blake's attention, ears flicking forward a moment before her eyes fluttered open, amber gaze burning hotter than before and meeting her own. Quickly, the Faunus reached out and nudged their girlfriend, Weiss' eyes opening to take note of the scene. When she looked up, though, everything came to a grinding halt for the blonde- both of her girlfriends looking up at her through their lashes, still sucking at her breasts, one fingering her clit...
She threw her head back and groaned, hips jerking involuntarily as she sought more friction. Damnit, that was definitely going to be her go-to mental picture for fucking months. Not to mention the pleased little hums her girlfriends let out, the vibration passing through her skin making the whole thing all the better. They were definitely getting a kick out of her reactions, out of being the cause of them, which was the best she could've hoped for at this point.
The whole experience was new and exciting and fucking wonderful. None of her previous partners had ever managed to bring her this level of pleasure (disregarding, of course, that she'd never had two at the same time before) but it was the way Weiss and Blake were doing it that really drove the thought home. Working off each other, following any hint her traitorous body betrayed, adapting their approaches quickly; it was mind blowing.
Trying to take a big breath to center herself and focus, the blonde was thrown completely off as Weiss abandoned her clit completely, a whine starting in the back of her throat that she damn near choked on as a fingertip slipped inside of her. Out of sheer surprise, her legs jerked, thighs closing on the hand cupping her core even as her eyes shot open. She immediately regretted that reaction when both of her girlfriends disengaged with a wet pop, the cool air hitting her wet nipples barely a worthy replacement.
"Well... I must be doing something right... right?" The heiress looked to Yang, slight concern pinching her expression.
The blonde very much wanted to say that she definitely was doing it right, but the power of speech had yet to return to her in full. At least, not without momentous effort that was currently just out of reach. Thankfully, Blake had her back, even as she spread her legs again to prevent any sort of misunderstanding.
"You're fine, Princess." The Faunus assured, a sly smirk on her lips as she made a show of licking them. "I think you just caught her off guard... but we can fix that."
"How?" Oh, look, she did have a fucking voice, and what a brilliant addition to the conversation!
Damnit, she was going to smack herself tomorrow for this, she swore.
Any embarrassment about her own lack of communication skills was quickly dismissed, however, when the Faunus moved, straddling one muscled thigh before returning to lying on her side. It was only slightly uncomfortable, stretching the muscles of her groin a bit before they adjusted, and Weiss quickly copied the motion. With her legs effectively trapped much like her arms, the blonde found herself unable to move without potentially upsetting her girlfriends, swallowing harshly at how strange it felt. It had nothing to do with how exposed the position was, being held open like this- that part, she actually kinda liked- but she should be at least a bit alarmed at being restrained. Then, with a subtle shift of their hips, Yang could feel the slick proof of their previous activities sliding against her skin and any objection immediately died in her throat, banished from her mind by the sheer satisfaction she got from feeling them pressing against her.
Maybe she could talk them into grinding against her when they continued... they'd probably recovered enough to go again, right?
"There, that should do it." Blake muttered, a small smile on her lips.
"Yang? Is this alright?" Weiss looked between both girlfriends, a little of her anxiety shining through before she set it aside, concern plain in her voice. "This doesn't make you uncomfortable, does it?"
She shook her head, mustering her strength to speak, voice only slightly shaky and breathless. "D'ya think... you two... wanna go again?"
Her girlfriends blinked at her, exchanging another glance before Blake chuckled, reaching up to stroke her cheek fondly.
"Always so selfless." The Faunus shifted, making herself comfortable as she buried one hand in blonde locks and set the other on her breast. "But no."
"All we want is to see you come," the heiress said, frowning briefly as she did her best to reach the nape of Yang's neck without removing her hand. To her pleasant surprise, this put Weiss' head at the same level as her breast, her tongue darting out to flick the stiff nipple. "Can you do that for us, Yang?"
With a whimper, the blonde nodded, eyes falling shut as two sets of fingers began toying with her hair, the fingertip still inside her wiggling a little. Her legs twitched again but, with them firmly clenched between her girlfriends' thighs, it did nothing to inhibit the heiress' movements as she slid deeper inside. While she had no doubt that Weiss was paying attention earlier, she hadn't expected the woman would be so thorough in copying the technique the blonde has used on Blake. A curious finger probed her, seeking out that special little spot, and that sure as hell was a new feeling. She figured it would be nice, given how others had reacted, but damn, it was weird and great at the same time and she could get really used to this.
When their girlfriend found what she was looking for, Yang let out a groan of satisfaction while the Faunus hummed.
Then they added their mouths to the mix of sensations, Weiss nipping and licking at her breast while Blake drew her into a heated kiss, tongue slipping inside her mouth at the same time as their girlfriend started up a rhythm, pumping her fingers in and out. For some reason the blonde couldn't fathom, though, the heiress wasn't hitting her g-spot on every thrust. No, it would come randomly, setting her hips jerking every time it hit and her inner muscles clenching madly when it didn't. Not as strong a reaction as the Faunus, of course, but that didn't seem to discourage the heiress. After a few minutes of reveling in their touch, the blonde finally put the pieces together.
Weiss wasn't hitting at random; she was intentionally using her dexterous precision, creating a sort of escalating rhythm to her thrusts. She'd hit on the sixth stroke, then the fifth, then the fourth, and so on, until she got down to striking that special spot relentlessly for a few strokes, then worked her way back up. By the time she caught on to the pattern, Weiss had gotten back down to the bottom of her rhythmic pyramid, adding a second finger that Yang greedily clamped down on, another moan tearing from her throat.
Of course, that just seemed to make everything fair game for her girlfriends, their efforts elsewhere redoubling. The heiress somehow managed to tease the hairs at the back of her neck as a counterpoint to movements of her teeth and tongue, all the while never losing track of her rhythm. How was she even doing that? Fuck, it didn't matter; it was wonderful. Blake, meanwhile, occasionally broke their kiss, giving her just enough chance to suck down a few badly needed lungfuls of air before diving back in, one hand tweaking her nipple roughly while the other gently carded through her blonde locks, nails lazily drawing patterns against her sensitive scalp.
Yang was almost at the point of sensory overload. The only thing she could think of- when she somehow managed enough brainpower to accomplish the task- that could possibly make it better was having the opportunity for her hands to roam over her girlfriends' skin. Feeling their slick cores pressing against her thighs was amazing but the idea of mutually getting them off while they touched her... just the thought sent a shiver running through her body. For now, though, she couldn't complain about the amount of attention she was receiving, every nerve on fire as she was driven steadily more insane.
The next time Blake broke their kiss, she whined, the sound turning into a groan as Weiss withdrew her fingers and assaulted her clit with tight, hard circles. Her hips bucked at the change, prompting a moan from the heiress while their girlfriend chuckled, peppering kisses along the blonde's jaw. For a moment, she sincerely thought the Faunus was preparing to use one of those cheesy lines from her books (which, honestly, she could do whatever she wanted at that point and Yang wouldn't complain, as long as she didn't stop touching her) but instead started to purr.
In the short time her partner had openly allowed herself to do that, the blonde had quickly associated the sound and sensation with Blake feeling pleasure or at the very least contentment. Suddenly, the pleasure coursing through her body spiked, magnified by the idea that Blake was getting off on watching her come undone by their girlfriend's touch. Picking up on the change, Weiss began moaning into the flesh filling her mouth. Though muffled, Yang could make out the barest snatches of syllables, half formed words of praise and encouragement, just like when she was being driven mad herself earlier in the night. That connection sparked a similar reaction as the Faunus' purr, her hips rocking as her inner muscles tried to clamp down on something that wasn't there.
Thankfully, the heiress was a quick study, recognizing the cue and sliding back down to enter her, skipping the prelude as two fingers dove into her core. Even as she was moaning in gratitude, Blake reached out and made her own adjustments, moving so the heel of Weiss' hand was pressed against her clit even as she kept her pace.
She wasn't going to be able to last much longer at this rate and, while she had no desire to repeat dialogue from a romance novel or beg for her release, the blonde did want to at least warn her girlfriends that she was rapidly approaching her climax. However, with her communication skills still on the fritz, there was only so much she could do, forcing her to rely on Weiss reading her body.
But then Blake leaned over, that mischievous twinkle from earlier in her eyes, and whispered something that made the heiress falter for a brief moment, releasing the skin in her mouth to raise an eyebrow at the Faunus.
"You're sure?"
Okay, so, while her climax might not be a huge priority normally, if they stopped now, she might seriously fucking implode.
"Yes." Amber orbs slid to meet her gaze. "She's earned it."
When ice blue landed on her, Weiss' lips quirked up into a smile. "She most certainly has."
... well, she was either figuratively or literally fucked. At this point, she couldn't muster the brainpower to tell the difference, instead letting out a low whine and clenching her inner muscles.
Yang quickly realized that neither of her girlfriends were intending to leave her high and dry (or incredibly wet, as the case may be), going straight back to driving her insane. Both of them took her breasts into their mouths, once again using teeth and tongue to lavish her chest with attention. The hands on her head continued their tasks as well, stroking through her hair with utmost care, while Weiss' other hand rocked in and out of her, maintaining the pressure on her clit with the heel of her hand. The only one unaccounted for was Blake's other hand, which she felt a few moments later raking blunt nails across her abs. Add to that the way both of her girlfriends shifted their hips, as if reminding the blonde that they'd already reached their peaks, and it was a wonder she didn't immediately catch fire from the heat surging through her body.
On some unspoken signal, her girlfriends timed their ministrations with such synchronicity that Yang almost believed they'd fucking done this before, teeth teasing her nipples in time with hands stroking her just right catapulting her over the edge. Unlike her girlfriends, though, Yang didn't scream out, her voice catching in her throat when she tried and turning into a protracted groan as her body tensed and eyes slammed shut. Although she'd tried to remind herself to be gentle, her arms flexed, drawing the bodies on either side of her closer, needing that proximity as badly as she needed air in her heaving chest.
As the moment of her orgasm passed, she released a pleased sigh of relief, body relaxing even as the aftershocks passed through her body, eased down by Weiss and Blake in tandem... until suddenly they weren't easing her down.
At all.
In startled surprise, she snapped her eyes open and looked down, clear confusion written in her expression. The sight that met her was... yeah, words couldn't describe it. No words that came to her mind, at least- language as a concept completely blanking out the moment she made eye contact with both of her girlfriends, who were looking back at her with a clear challenge in their eyes even as they started stoking the fire within her all over again.
No, no, she- she hadn't agreed to this! This wasn't fair!
Any objection she tried to voice, however, morphed into a moan of pleasure as one girlfriend or the other took the opportunity to send her admittedly limited attention skittering elsewhere- a harsh suckle or teasing nip, nails digging in hard enough to leave red lines. In no time at all, a second climax was building within her and there was nothing she could do to stop or even slow it down, her gaze glued to the two sets of eyes watching her.
It was as if they were daring her not to come- or, rather, promising they wouldn't be satisfied until she climaxed again. It wasn't fair, wasn't right, because this was supposed to be about them, but there was nothing she could do as her second orgasm broke over her all too quickly, the waves engulfing her to the point she temporarily lost track of what her body was doing. Her vision turned white, blood rushing in her ears barely covering what must've been her own strangled moan of pleasure alongside two pleased little hums.
When she finally regained awareness of her body, whatever tension might've existed had fled entirely. Her legs were no longer being restrained, despite the hand still cupping her core, and both of her girlfriends were affectionately cuddling into her sides. Blake was nuzzling her neck, quietly purring while idly stroking a hand over her stomach, and Weiss was placing butterfly kisses on whatever skin was within reach. The hands in her hair were completely still, which she found odd right up until the Faunus noticed she'd opened her eyes.
"Welcome back," she said with a smile, leaning in for a kiss which the blonde happily returned, even if it was a bit sloppy.
She was utterly exhausted from her back-to-back releases, motivated to stay awake only by having her girlfriends so close. The moment Blake pulled back from the kiss, Weiss was there to give hers, giggling slightly as Yang barely managed any of her usual skill.
"Please don't be upset with us." The heiress softly pleaded when they parted, the fingers at the nape of her neck stroking short little patterns. "We both felt you deserved some extra attention."
"And so much more, but that's a start." Blake supplied, chuckling softly as she pressed a soft kiss to her collarbone. "We won't surprise you like that again."
"We promise."
"Better not," she replied with a tired slur, sucking in a deep breath and releasing it. While Yang wasn't mad about the whole thing, she did feel a little guilty, so she tried her hardest to push the faint tingling in her body away from her mind. "Give me a minute and I can-"
"No." The Faunus shook her head, lightly dragging her fingers through blonde locks. "This was enough for tonight. Really."
"Well, we're not quite finished." Weiss gently reminded them, carefully drawing her fingers out of her core. The motion only made her wince slightly, her muscles involuntarily twitching in an effort to maintain the contact. The blonde's eyes widened, surprised to see a fair amount of translucent liquid covering her girlfriend's hand, a testament to how badly she'd needed that release. "Unless you don't want-"
Blake didn't allow her to finish that sentence, quickly leaning over to take the offered digits into her mouth. Her ears perked the moment she did so, lazily falling as she hummed pleasantly and dutifully cleaned off the mess coating the heiress' hand.
Yang watched with dumbfounded awe. While she probably couldn't entertain the thought of another round so soon, watching one girlfriend react positively to her essence while the other bit her lip to stifle a moan... well, it was encouraging, to say the least. When the Faunus drew back, licking her lips with a satisfied smirk, the blonde almost couldn't contain herself. So many things were racing through her mind, it was difficult to put a name to all of them, but the vast majority were positive- a wealth of warm affection, a twinge of pride, more happiness than she could remember feeling in a long, long time. Whatever this was, whatever they just did together, it wasn't sex. At least, not in the blonde's experience; it was just so much... more. She didn't have the words to explain it but the emotions coursing through her at that moment were never present before. This was... special.
Her vision got a little blurry all of a sudden- probably from her two orgasms- so she blinked to clear it, lips pulling into a wide, bright smile as her girlfriends turned their attention back to her.
"Yang?" Weiss furrowed her brows, worry evident in her features. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Her voice was a little thick for some reason, so she swallowed and tried again with a chuckle. "I'm fine."
"You're crying." Blake observed, lowering her voice slightly as she continued. "You've never received oral sex, have you?"
Damnit, that was the second time in as many days she'd started bawling for no damn reason and hadn't fucking noticed. What the hell!?
In her mind, she could rationalize it. There wasn't a hint of sadness in her, nothing that would actually be considered something 'wrong'; it went back to the whole intimacy thing from before, when she'd gotten her first taste of the heiress. While there was a partner or two she might've considered going that far with... none of them were too keen on it and she didn't push. Seeing Blake enjoy her taste, being fed by their girlfriend... maybe this really was too good to be true? Did she actually pass out at the carnival and this whole thing was just a very detailed dream?
"Well, uh, no, guess not." She shrugged, trying to move her arms to wipe away the evidence of her tears. However, seeing as neither of her girlfriends were keen on leaving her side, thus keeping her arms pinned, they took it upon themselves to clean her up, literally kissing her tears away even as more slipped out.
"I'll admit I'm a little selfish." Weiss murmured, pressing a kiss just beneath her ear. "I'm somewhat glad your previous partners were so awfully stingy with their affections. That just means... we get to share the experience with you."
"We'll make up for all the times you should've gotten what you deserved." Blake promised, nuzzling into her cheek. "You'll never doubt how much we care about you."
She let out a whimper even as her lips curled into an even bigger smile, using her arms to pull them tighter against her. Skin to skin, not because of any lascivious inclination but because she just needed the physical confirmation that this was real. How had she gotten this lucky? Not only getting to meet two wonderful people, but to fall so hard for them and have both of them do the same in return? To have this level of... what was the word? Reciprocity, that's it. Seriously, what did she do so right?
Blake chuckled, apparently amused by her display while pressing a soft kiss to her jaw.
"I think we've sufficiently met our goal for today." When both of her girlfriends raised a brow, the heiress rolled her eyes. "Are we not 'super happy'?" With a slight huff that had the hint of a smirk around the edges of it, Weiss settled down against Yang's side, resting her head on the blonde's shoulder while taking the Faunus' hand in hers, much like they'd been at the start of their day. "I certainly am."
With a warmth lighting up her amber eyes, Blake mirrored their girlfriend's position, a small smile on her face. "Yeah, me too."
Sighing in contentment, Yang allowed her eyes to close, soaking in the moment. She had two of the most important people in her life pressed against her, completely relaxed. If they fell asleep just like this... yeah, definitely the best day ever. Period. Bar none. Forget all the little annoyances throughout the day, the rough patches and the sour moments, it was all worth it. 'Super happy' was putting it mildly. "I love you both so much."
...
Welp.
That just happened.
She just fucking said that, out loud, because, apparently, her ability to speak returning somehow destroyed any amount of sense she had remaining.
Awesome.
Fuck.
Internally, she groaned as both of her girlfriends tensed up, wishing she could crawl into a hole real quick and pretend those words never left her mouth. It wasn't that they weren't true or just an after effect of her climax; simply put, it was way too early to be dropping the 'L' bomb, regardless if she fully meant what she said (which, to be clear, she absolutely did). Sure, they'd wound up in bed on day one, but this should've definitely waited.
Crap.
Shit damn fuck, she really needed to figure out what happened to the speech part of her brain and why it decided to take a vacation on her. And then kick its ass for abandoning her at such a crucial moment.
"Yang Xiao Long," the heiress said, pushing herself up enough for their gazes to meet. Her tone was firm but, just right around the edges, the blonde could hear the faintest traces of a warble, as if the smaller woman was on the edge of becoming extremely emotional. Nothing in her face betrayed which emotion was taking hold, though, except a terrifying amount of vulnerability in those ice blue eyes. "Do you... mean that?"
She didn't hesitate.
"Yes." A sigh passed through her lips, more out of frustration with herself for doing the one thing both of her girlfriends asked her not to do than anything else. Still, she made sure to look Weiss dead in the eye as she spoke, only allowing her gaze to deviate when Blake sat up a bit, amber eyes watching her just as intently. "I know it's probably too soon to say that... but it's not a phrase I use lightly. I mean it. Not the same way I love Ruby... but just as strong." She flexed her arms again, hugging them as tightly as she dared. "I love you, Weiss, and I love you, Blake."
There was a moment where she swore her girlfriends didn't breathe, eyes wide as they processed what she'd said. When it passed, she could see the unspoken war raging within both of them, a struggle to voice their own feelings or an admonishment against her for putting them in that position- that part, she couldn't tell.
Yang opted to put the issue to bed herself. "You don't have to say it if you'd rather not, or if you can't." Her lips tugged into a smirk at the spark of recognition in their eyes. There was an unspoken 'yet' at the end of her sentence, a hope that while her girlfriends might not be willing or able to return the sentiment at present but that there was at least a chance for that to happen later down the line. "Like I said, I know it's probably too soon. Take your time, 'cause I'm not going anywhere, okay?"
Lightly, her fingers stroked across their skin, a reassuring touch as opposed to trying to excite them or remind them of what they'd just done. They were Huntresses; of course physical activity would be easier to deal with than emotional processing. In that department, they were pretty much still kids, and all three of them had a bit of baggage to deal with anyway, not to mention the unorthodox relationship piling even more uncertainties on top of it.
Ultimately, there was no reason to rush them; she really did plan on sticking around for a good, long while.
Both of her girlfriends relaxed slowly as relief washed over them. There was a hint of guilt lingering in their expressions- and that was her fault for jumping the gun, seriously, they only asked her to do one thing!- but they settled back against her in short order, Blake nuzzling a little firmer into her shoulder while Weiss... well, the blonde didn't call attention to the drops of wetness falling onto her skin, merely stroking the heiress' back soothingly. Even the Faunus was providing what comfort she could offer, given their positions, a light purr starting up that eased all of them back into the pleasant afterglow of their... lovemaking.
That's what they just did, right? It wasn't sex- at least, it didn't feel like sex. In her experience, sex was just seeking physical release without worrying about anything emotional. Sure, she liked cuddling, but even that usually had a limit or required a bit of cajoling on her part. But this? Totally different.
Her eyes slipped closed as she drew in a deep breath, releasing it slowly. As tired as she was and as content as she felt, falling asleep was the most tempting thing on the planet, but Ruby would be back soon and she definitely didn't want her little sister walking in on the three of them like this. More for Weiss' and Blake's sakes than her own, although that would be embarrassing in its own right.
As long as she kept that in mind, she wouldn't be... falling into dreamland... any time... soon...
Author's Note: It took weeks to write out Yang's 'turn', so to speak, purely because I couldn't seem to get it 'right'... until I did this, and then it started flowing easily. I had no idea I possessed this interpretation of Yang's character until that moment. Anyway, finally over with the smut, back to fluff 'n' stuff.