Let's end this story off with a yang
Ha ha ha.
I know. Im hilarious.
Also did yall know Bubblegum and Marceline is canon now?
Yeah I was pretty shook.
The gays are taking over! This is the gay agenda!
Blake smiled with satisfaction as she closed her book, having finished it after struggling to find the time the past few weeks. A lot had been happening and it was nice to take a few hours to just sit down and immerse herself in a story. She finished her cup of tea and carried it to the kitchen, setting it down in the sink for chores she would worry about later. She stretched in what small amount of room their kitchen provided her. Checking the time, Blake was surprised to see that it was already past ten.
Blake decided it would be wise to head to bed soon. She would grab some clothes, take a warm shower, and then cuddle up to Yang and fall asleep in her arms. That was nearly every night, and Blake loved it that way. Unfortunately, fate had a different plan for her tonight. Blake opened her bedroom door and was greeted by the sight of Yang sitting at their new computer, headphones on, and her hand in her pants.
She felt a spike of arousal at the sight, though simultaneous bitterness that Yang was watching porn when she was just in the next room. A glance to the screen showed a dark haired girl being...ravaged by a large man. Blake shuddered in discomfort and stepped closer with her arms crossed. Yang hadn't noticed her with her headphones on and was still chewing her lip as she focused on keeping her fingers at a steady pace. Blake smirked and slipped the headphones off of Yang's head, making her jump and attempt to close the window in a panic. Unfortunately her jolt had sent the mouse flying, allowing the shameless noises to continue.
"Great flying Grimms! I wasn't-" Yang stopped, staring up at Blake with her eyes wide with panic. Her lips opened and closed as she stammered for something acceptable to say. In their silence moans and groans made them both feel awkward. Blake slowly raised a single brow and Yang cracked. "Blakey, I swear I don't usually do this. I just-well, you know, I didn't want to bother you, so-"
"Give me your hand." Stunned by the calm response and confused by the strange request, Yang lifted her right hand. "The other one." Yang complied and Blake gently took her hand, soaked with sordid fluids, and slowly dragged her tongue over the palm. Yang shivered simply at the sight. Blake continued, taking several fingers into her mouth and moaning as she relished the taste of her lover. Her tongue pushed between two fingers and Yang bit her lip.
"Are you...um..." Yang swallowed down the frog in her throat. "Are you done reading?" Blake smiled and let go of Yang's hand before leaning down to kiss her. The warmth ignited a fire equally bright between them and Yang attempted to follow when Blake pulled away.
"Thank you for not bothering me, but you could have just waited a bit." Blake smiled playfully as she kissed Yang's neck.
She glanced down as Blake's fingers unbuttoned her shorts and Yang quickly slipped them off. Yang turned the desk chair towards Blake and pulled her down into her lap, kissing her deeply and running her hands through Blake's hair. Blake gasped and pulled back to move her kisses down Yang's collar, unbuttoning her shirt in the meantime.
"Blake." Yang whispered her partner's name and suddenly two blazing golden eyes were looking up at her, filled with desire. Gracious, Yang never tired of that expression. "I want to watch you." Blake's ear flicked, though that could have been from the moans starting to come from the headphones. Yang didn't even glance the computer's way, not when Blake was staring at her that way.
"Well, I want to watch you." Blake replied lustfully. Yang pulled her closer for a heated kiss, moaning into her mouth as Blake slipped her hands under Yang's bra. She grabbed Blake's ass and stood from her seat, carrying her over to the bed and gently setting her down.
"Forget the video. You're way sexier." Yang told her, kissing her neck before pulling Blake's shirt up over her head. Their lips met again and Yang absently set aside her wireless headphones, caring little for the undoubtedly fake moans. She had real, carnal desire right in front of her and she planned to turn Blake into a quivering mess by the night's end.
After Blake made herself come, of course.
"Are you fine with me watching?" Yang asked as she pulled down Blake's shorts. Blake smiled as she reached back to unclip her bra, tossing it aside to be picked up in the morning. She adored the way Yang stared, that even after years of being together Yang was still obsessed with her.
"Of course." Blake answered honestly. "As long as I get to watch you too." She added with a seductive purr. Yang grinned and eagerly slipped off her own bra, quickly followed by her underwear. Blake moaned as Yang kissed her roughly, pushing her back against the bed.
"You realize not touching you is gonna drive me crazy." Blake giggled and pulled Yang in for another kiss, this one deep and ablaze with passion. Their bodies instinctively pressed together, though they both reluctantly separated and moved away from each other.
"I'm counting on it." Blake smirked as she scooted back onto the bed. Yang sat further down the bed, meeting Blake's eyes with mutual desire. Blake held Yang's gaze as she slipped a hand into her underwear, taking a sudden breath at the much needed contact. Yang caught her lip between her teeth as she reached to stroke herself in kind, leaning her weight on her right arm. A moan echoed between them.
"You're so beautiful, Kitten." Yang complimented breathlessly. "You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen." Her gut twisted with the unsatisfied fire she had been stoking on her own. Now that Blake was with her, watching her, it was almost too much. "No one...compares..." Yang focused on keeping her gaze on Blake, though her eyes wandered all over her partner's body. There was no expressing the disappointment she felt that Blake hadn't the mind to remove her underwear.
"Yang..." Blake moaned her partner's name as she curled forward. "Hm, you need to look in a mirror, because you're, ah, way sexier than I am." She laughed softly. Yang's lips cracked into a grin as she held back a throaty moan. She gasped as her pleasure suddenly spiked and she could tell she was getting close.
"Ahh, I'm almost there, Kitten." Yang's hips thrusted into her hand, rocking the bed with her stubborn efforts. Suddenly Blake had stopped and was on her, kissing her stomach and breasts while still touching herself. Yang grinned over a heavy moan. "Hmm, and here I was worried I'd snap first."
"I can't help it." Blake whined against Yang's chest. "I wanted to touch you." Yang moaned and ground her hips into her hand, so tantalizingly close to release. Blake noticed and moved her own defiled hand to Yang's, slipping a few fingers inside and snapping Yang's final string. She tensed, shaking and shuddering with short pleasured moans that Blake relished in. She fell backwards in exhaustion, smiling as Blake flopped down on top of her.
"I know I'm irresistible, Blake, but you didn't have to steal my thunder." Yang quipped with a breathless chuckle. Blake scoffed and playfully swatted her shoulder before burying her face in Yang's breasts. Yang smiled lovingly as she gently scratched Blake's ears. "Hey, you know what we should do?" Blake's ear twitched against Yang's palm before she tilted her head back to meet Yang's gaze. "You wanna try out the strap-on?" Yang suggested with a grin. Blake sat up in surprise.
"You mean...have you wear it?" Blake asked with ears tilted back in uncertainty. Yang's grin faltered and she shrugged.
"I mean, I'd like to...if you're comfortable with that." Yang's hand assuringly stroking her back made Blake easily relax again. Soft kisses on her chest reminded her the desire she felt, the need. She knew Yang would never push too hard, and that was the biggest reason Blake had even come so far. Yang had seemed so excited about the idea, and Blake had to address it at some point. It had been months since they'd gotten the thing.
"Um, alright. I'm willing to try, at least." She hesitantly agreed, moving off of Yang to let her stand. Yang grinned, though Blake could tell it wasn't so much her excitement that made her smile. It was the very simple fact that Blake trusted her with this.
"I'm going to get a cold drink to calm myself down." Yang explained quickly as she stood from the bed. She turned around and leaned over the bed to kiss Blake's cheek. "I'll be right back." She promised before leaving the room. It wasn't just a break for her, but also a chance for Blake to calm her nerves a bit. They couldn't just dive into this like they did with Yang.
Blake could hear the bathroom faucet turn on for a short moment before Yang let out a frustrated noise, likely just to ease her nerves. Yelling for no reason seemed to help with that. Blake calmed her nerves with breath exercises that her father had been nagging her to utilize. Deep breath in, hold for three seconds, and steadily release. She slipped off her underwear while she still had the moment of peace. Yang came back not long after, her face considerably less flushed. She stretched and popped her shoulder, laughing at the unexpected noise.
Blake found herself smiling, surprisingly at ease considering she knew what they had so impulsively planned. Blake was almost certain that it was smarter to have these things organized, to have a clear idea of what you're getting into first. Still, their entire relationship was impulsive, even the start. Yang just had that effect on her. Yang had made her feel like a normal teenager for a while, impulsive and stupid. It was addictive.
"You good?" Yang asked as she moved to the closet. Blake nodded, preferring a silent response in case she started rambling and psyched herself out. Yang smiled and reached into the "box of lost innocence" as Yang enjoyed calling it. It wasn't like they had children to worry about. Not yet, at least. Though, that was an entirely different dilemma for another time.
Yang slipped the vibrator inside of herself with a small whimper, shuddering from the lasting sensitivity of her climax. Blake watched with bated breath as she tightened the straps and finally Yang turned to face her. Her mischievous grin was surprisingly absent, and Blake only saw a lovesick smile as Yang climbed onto the bed.
"Still good?" Yang asked her, making sure to check with every small step. Blake appreciated that, knowing she probably would have kept quiet until it was too overwhelming. She nodded, eager to let Yang know that it was okay to continue. She even found herself somewhat excited from the anticipation alone. It had been years since she'd had anything other than fingers inside her, not that she hadn't tried. Still, the anxiety was always present. That wasn't going to magically go away.
Yang kissed her softly, gently without any hint of aggression. Blake melted into her hands which held her back and waist to give a sense of physical support. Every little thing that Yang did to make her comfortable was every little thing that made this not just okay, but actually something she started to look forward to. She knew that Yang would be exceptionally gentle and caring, and that every step was her choice. Blake's choice. Something that had been lacking eight years ago. Yang's lips placed soft gentle kisses down Blake's neck, over her chest, and shoulders, until finally she told Blake what they both thought she had been dreading.
"I'm going to slide it in, okay? I'll be gentle." Blake felt like a teenage girl in a rom com losing her virginity to the nerdy guy. This was almost ridiculous. Still, she appreciated the heads up, especially when the contact was more jarring then she had expected. Blake tensed and grabbed the sheets tightly, scooting back just centimeters so she wasn't touching it anymore. Yang looked at her with concern, gently stroking her ear as it slowly raised again. "You okay?"
"Yeah." Blake assured her softly, her eyes still uncertain even as they met Yang's. "I'm sorry. It was just a little...I don't know." Blake hated that she couldn't even explain the feeling. Especially when Yang was so patient with her. She deserved some sort of explanation.
"Don't be sorry, Kitten." Yang assured her, adding soft kisses over her clavicle. Her hands held Blake close as Yang gently guided her onto her back, letting Blake get lost in Yang's touch before pushing the boundaries again. "Don't be scared, Kitten. You know I'll stop if you just say the word." Blake could feel it press against her again, but she focused more on Yang's lavishing attention and relaxed.
"I know." That was why she had even considered going through with this. Yang was kissing her neck just under her ear and slowly was pushing inside and suddenly like a fucking meteor hit Blake gasped as she remembered how wonderful it felt to be properly filled. Her hands grasped at Yang's hair and back, moaning softly as she pushed deeper.
"You still okay?" Yang asked her again when she'd bottomed out just shy of Blake's deepest parts. Blake only answered with a pleased hum, bordering on a moan, because she had forgotten what it was like to hit that deep. Yang made a good effort of it, but it just wasn't the same. She understood why Yang had wanted a strap-on so badly now. It had the usefulness of a toy, but the intimacy that they lacked. And as much as Yang loved to call her cheesy, Blake knew that Yang also considered it "making love" every time they had sex. Not just the slow, romantic nights. "Is that a yes?" Yang asked with a soft chuckle.
"Hm, better than I thought it would be. Still a bit uncomfortable, though. Emotionally, not physically." Blake clarified, fighting off the pleasured tones in her voice as Yang slowly pulled back.
"Then, that's good." Yang affirmed, almost as if she was convincing herself. That didn't seem too far off, really. The second push forward was slightly faster, as Yang wanted to ease Blake into it. This time it felt much more uncomfortable. She'd be content just having it stay still inside her, but the movement is what upset her. Just like the position he'd used, or being pinned to the floor...
"Yang, stop." Blake covered her face in shame as she felt Yang pull out of her, and insistent hands were caressing her cheeks and shoulders in concern. Yang didn't ask any obvious questions like what was wrong, or what Blake needed. She knew those wouldn't help.
"It's okay, Blake. Just breathe." Yang knew her too well not to know exactly what to say. Blake didn't need any grand assurances, she didn't need to answer obvious questions. She just needed to know that someone was there. Someone who loved her, who only wanted the absolute best for her, was there waiting for her to be okay again. That's what Blake had needed. That's what she had always needed.
"I'm sorry." Blake's voice wavered as she struggled not to cry. Yang shushed her softly, gently kissing her cheek.
"Don't be sorry, Blake. I understand." Yang reassured her sweetly. "I love you so much. I would never force you to do anything." Blake lifted her hands from her face and grabbed Yang's cheeks to bring her down into a kiss. It was soft, sweet, devoid of passion but filled with so much love it might make someone nauseous.
"I know, Yang. That's why I'm trying." Yang beamed and kissed Blake again before rolling off of her and landing on her back. Blake sat up and looked down at her, confused.
"Here. We can do this at your pace." Yang told her with a gesture towards her crotch. "You get to be on top, so you control the flow." She explained. Blake paused to consider that. She wouldn't feel that suffocation whenever Yang hung over her, not that she usually felt that. Plus she wouldn't have to ask Yang to stop, she could just...stop. Whenever.
Adam never let her do that.
"Alright..." Blake agreed, though still hesitant and not entirely sure how this would go. She climbed over Yang and lifted the silicone dick upright before cautiously lowering herself onto it. A pleasured sigh escaped her lips as she slipped down and moaned as she met Yang's hips. Her hands slid over Yang's stomach to her chest, squeezing her breasts. A sharp gasp was Yang's only reaction. She didn't move her hips a centimeter.
"Is this better?" She asked with a playful smile that Blake enjoyed seeing again. The mood had gone somber a moment and she was glad to have a motivator to make this more than just a therapy session. Blake lifted herself and dropped back down, gasping in surprise at how stimulating that was.
"Yeah." Blake answered with heavy breath, laced with growing arousal. With this confident answer Yang felt she finally had permission to reciprocate. Her hands ghosted up Blake's sides and cupped her breasts before her fingers tweaked each nipple. Blake whimpered, her ear twitching in response to the surprise sensation.
"You look so sexy, Kitten." Yang hummed as her eyes roamed over Blake's body. The faunus focused on moving herself up and down and twisting her hips to hit the best spots. Noticing how comfortable she was getting, Yang sat up and threaded her fingers through Blake's hair. They kissed, now filled with passion once more.
"Yang, touch me." Blake whimpered into her ear. Yang heeded her request, grabbing Blake's ass and lifting her before pulling her back down. Blake gasped and wrapped her arms around Yang's neck as if she might disappear. "Ahn, talk to me...so I know you're there..."
"I'm here, Kitten. I'm not going anywhere." Yang assured her quickly, kissing her throat after. "I love you. I'll always love you. I love you so much I would cut off all my hair just to be with you another year. Then I'll cut it again for another year with you, and the year after that, until we're old and I can't remember where the scissors are."
"You're so cheesy." Blake laughed despite herself, despite the moan that followed right after it. Yang chuckled before nipping Blake's shoulder, causing her to gasp in surprise. She started moving her hips, with what little mobility she had with Blake on top of her. Blake began to lose herself in the pleasure and he movements slowed, prompting Yang to roll them over. It was an impulsive decision and not without its consequences. "Yang!" Blake shrieked in surprise, though was greatly relieved that Yang wasn't leaning over her.
"Sorry for scaring you. I can't let you do all the work, though." Yang grinned, lifting Blake's legs and resting her calves on one shoulder. Blake immediately felt the difference that the angle of her legs had caused and was already drunk with pleasure from the first thrust.
"Ohhhhh...Yang..." Blake's back arched as the strap-on hit her deepest depths, stoking the fire inside her immeasurably. Eager for some payback, Blake managed to find the remote switch on the waistband on the strap-on and turned it on, catching Yang off guard. Her deep moan made Blake instinctively squeeze the toy, making it harder for Yang to move and prompting her to push harder. The sudden force was surprising but not entirely unwelcome. Blake felt the pleasure twist in her gut like a ball of twine growing larger and tighter with each section of string added.
"Ah, shit..." Yang moaned as she thrusted forward, moving Blake's legs to either side of her hips. Yang grew firm as she moved closer to Blake, kissing her neck and nipping her skin. Blake didn't mind, though. She had grown accustomed to this and was now relishing every thrust that pushed her closer to the edge. She could see paradise just beyond, like Niagra Falls. She had taken the trip from Love Canal down the river and now she was about to fall.
"Yang! Yang! I'm about to...I'm-" Blake's back arched as her pleasure heightened almost unbearably. She was so close she could almost taste it on her tongue. "Ohhh, Yang! Oh, fuck!" Blake cried out shamelessly before her moans changed into huffs and gasps. Her walls clenched tightly around Yang's temporary dick, her muscles twitching in her hands and legs until that rush had passed and she was coasting on an afterglow.
Yang slowed her movements and eventually slid out of Blake and switched the thing off before undoing the belts. It was set aside for cleaning in a bit. Right now, Yang was more focused on her beautiful girlfriend. She laid down next to Blake, absently kissing her shoulder while Blake caught her breath. She buried her face in messy raven hair, smiling stupidly.
"That was great." Blake mumbled, rolling over onto her side to face Yang. She traced a circle on Yang's shoulder with no real intent. She glanced up curiously and met Yang's eyes.
"I'm glad you're more comfortable." Yang told her, moving a hand forward to brush a lock of hair away from Blake's face. "You were pretty hot like that. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."
"It's hard not to enjoy myself with you, Yang." Blake assured her. It was true, sexually or otherwise. Blake could barely remember the last time Yang had failed to satisfy her, and that was mostly due to the fact that, at the time, Yang hadn't been sure how to go about sex with only one arm. They had gotten used to it though.
"Hey, Blake?" Yang's expression seemed unsure, scared of judgement. Blake had to know why. Her ears tilted with curiosity, though she didn't reply. She knew Yang would continue anyway. "Have you...thought about having kids?"
"What?" Blake squeaked in surprise. Of all the things she expected to hear after sex, this was not one of the usual topics.
"I don't mean right now, or really anytime soon. We're only twenty three, but...like, at some point." Yang explained as she propped herself up on an elbow. "Would you wanna have kids?" The question itself wasn't a surprise, Yang had always been clear where she stood on family, but the timing...
"Maybe. I haven't thought about it much." She hoped that the truthful answer was one Yang was happy to hear. It was silly to think that Yang would be upset with any answer, but Blake still had unreasonable doubts. Yang smiled at her answer still.
"I'm glad. I think we'll make bomb-ass moms." Yang declared with a beaming smile. Blake giggled and leaned into her, relishing the bliss she felt when Yang wrapped an arm around her and pulled her even closer. She felt like she was in heaven when Yang held her like this. She could stay forever. The way Blake felt protected in her arms and the warmth that radiated off of her skin, the thoughtless fiddling of her fingers in Blake's hair and her warm breath on Blake's ears. Everything about Yang was wonderful.
"I love you, dragon." Blake whispered, surprising Yang with the nickname. Her fingers had stopped their absent twirling of Blake's hair for only a moment before Yang's expression grew into a content smile.
"I love you too, my Smitten Kitten."