The night passes with lots of yelling and screaming over stupid things. You and Yang turned out to be the draw for a dozen people you peripherally knew that liked the age old sport of men punching the hell out of each other; several people gathered into the common room in order to join in watching the wrestling match between Rage and The Storm. Everyone got hype when the intros played and the two challengers started their long, loud steps up to the ring. People got more hype when chairs and bats and whips got added to the brawl, and eventually, one stopped fighting back.
With an overbeating heart and a tired voice, you were led by Yang to the (barring Ilia) empty hall of dorm rooms, where you jiggle the lock on a room and step in. Yang was going to make you collect on your debt and have you strip her down, and you were going to properly induct her into your poly relationship.
"Yeah, no one's biting," Yang says, looking at her phone. "Guess they really do want to have us do this the old fashioned way. Or maybe they just don't think they can handle me~"
"You did kind of spring this on me, to be fair. Some people have plans."
"And some people have hot women offer to have sex with them. I'd cancel my wedding for a quickie with Blake."
"I'll make sure she's too busy attending the wedding to interrupt."
"Whatever. I'll get my chance in due time, same as you." Yang plops down onto the bed and stares up at you with a seductive smirk. Her usual smolder was turned up several notches as she said, "Might as well start~" and grabbed the base of her top.
Wondering why Yang was about to remove her own shirt when she said that was your job, you interrupt her as she was about to lift it. "Wait… didn't you want me to do that?"
Yang pauses and looks down at her top, pulled up to reveal her toned stomach. "Huh. I did say that." You feel her voice change when she follows up with, "Buuuttt I guess I can treat you anyway."
You aren't sure what clues you in on it, but you can notice a tangible difference in Yang's usual voice when she says that second part. Something about the tone struck you the right way, but it made you want to press her. You say, "So you don't plan on keeping your end of the bargain?"
"Don't try to guilt me before I bang you," Yang says, lightheartedly pulling her shirt back down. "You really are trying hard to not sleep with me." It's clear she still is up for sex, despite her claims otherwise.
You shrug and smile. Yang's words would make you think she's being playful, but you sense some sort of defensiveness in them. "I dunno. Just, it seems weird that the winner would want to back down from her prize."
Yang overdramatically rolls her eyes. "I mean, do you REALLY not want to see me strip down?"
"I mean, everyone else let me do that part," you lie, feeling out that Yang regrets her bet. To be fair, you've already personally stripped Weiss and Blake at one point or another. Ruby hadn't had the opportunity, though you did pull her boobs out of her top when she gave you a blowjob. Knowing you can toy with Yang a bit, you say, "I like a little hands on~" as you use your Semblance to brush Yang's hair out of her face.
Yang puffs out her cheeks. She tries to stare you down until she gets her way, but you only meet her with a smug smile. After a few seconds, she lets out a breath and stands up, turning around and letting her back face you. Relenting, she says, "Okay. Just… be handsy; it's been too long and I wanna WANT it."
These were words that excite you. You feel like if Yang actually didn't want you leading, she'd have put up more of a fight; she clearly gets what she wants more often, so her pulling back must mean that she was between her options. You'll make her see that you can do more for her that she can by herself.
You step forward and brush Yang's hair over her shoulder. Trying to be a bit more romantic than her cheating ex, you place your chin on her shoulder and give her a quick kiss. You're sure to very carefully run your fingers through her golden locks, considering you know just how angry Yang can get when they're mistreated. Yang letting you touch her hair in the first place was already a sign saying she trusted you enough, considering she only recently let Blake try styling it.
Yang scoffs at your kiss, but giggles nonetheless, enjoying the careful attention. She relaxes as you spread your fingers through her hair and then tenses up a tiny bit when you touch her hip. She shifts into your hand, letting you run it up her side, sending a tingle throughout her body. Persuading Yang to rotate, you aim her towards the mirror present in the room, allowing her to watch you and you to watch her. You probably get a bit more of a benefit, seeing as you can clearly see Yang's soon-to-be naked reflection, but you feel Yang enjoys the view of you behind her.
Now that you can better see what you were doing, you start to feel out what Yang wants. You know she's had sex several times already, so there was no easy moding this one, but you've had plenty of experience yourself. Knowing she's a bit more open to sex, you snake a hand up her shirt and start drawing over her stomach and chest, avoiding her breasts. She seems to like it, seeing as she doesn't ask you to stop; Yang also seems the type to quickly shut down anything she doesn't enjoy, so you continue on.
As you continue playing with Yang's body, you feel like you should remember something, though the wires aren't quite connected. Something about Yang's insistence on not having you strip her made you think… something. It'll probably come to you. For now, you stop wasting time and begun to lift Yang's shirt; she willingly raises her arms and lets you pull off her wrestling t shirt, revealing a lacy black bra that manages to contain the blonde's massive bust.
Weiss, Ruby, Blake. That was the cup size order you've grown used to up to this point. Weiss was a healthy A, Ruby approaching a C, and Blake just shy of D. Yang, however, had to be a DDD at least, and there was such a tangible joy you felt in seeing her in a bra. Sure, she'd worn racy stuff before, her Hunter outfit exposing her chest as much as she was right now, but JUST a bra was such a good look. Combined with her baggy camo pants, it was just inside the realm of something she'd wear in public, exciting you further.
You admire Yang's reflection as you continue caressing her body. Though she's clearly trying not to have you too much credit, she does enjoy what you're doing. You feel she's between aching for release and not wanting to let you have too easy of a time. Allowing her arms to fall to her side, she places her hands over yours, guiding you to where she wanted.
You start to feel tired of waiting. Knowing Yang, she likes foreplay, but also getting on with the hot and heavy stuff. You move your hands down to her waist, but feel her fight back; her hands try to prevent yours from reaching into her waistband, but with almost no sense of her usual strength. You push, taking control away from her. Though a big daring, your memory comes back to you as you watch Yang's reflection.
Back when this whole thing started with Yang, you fought. After her breakup, you caught her demolishing several pieces of gym equipment. Against your will, you became her new punching bag– only you didn't. Her rage prevented her from landing any meaningful blows, at least until she caught you off guard. You returned the favor, ending up pinning her to the ring mat.
Pinning Yang to the mat.
That was an event that shouldn't have happened. None of it made sense. Yang was stronger than you. She could have fought back. But she didn't. In fact, she looked as if she felt relief about losing the ability to fight back. As if she…
A smile stretches across your face as you remember Yang's weakness. One can only be the strongest and toughest and most undefeatable girl for so long without any desire to stop and rest. Yang was at her weakest on that mat, but she enjoyed it. She enjoyed losing her fight.
Well, time to make her lose again.
(Barely) fighting Yang's refusals, you thread your fingers into her pants and lower them, giving her no chance to truly fight you. You'd already gotten a preview when she flipped her skirt earlier, but seeing the bombshell in just a bra alongside her black panties was a sight to behold, as was Yang's hesitant face. Even as you had your way feeling her body, she makes no attempt to truly fight back. Her enjoyment took the form of several sharp breaths as you decide to push further.
Yang losses her strength as you use your Semblance to force her arms behind her back. Though she lets out a, "Hey!" she struggles for only a second before relenting. Her blushing face betrays her tough girl act, letting you know that you were on the money; Yang liked to be dominated and restrained. She only truly calmed down from her wrath when you pinned her to the mat, and now she was unable to stop you from unhooking her bra, even though the effort would be minimal.
Knowing that you held the power now, you draw a hand up Yang's stomach before reaching under her bra. She sheepishly tries to shift away, but lets out a moan to let you know you have full permission to do as you please. You move your other hand up and begin playing with Yang's nipples, forcing her to look at herself get fondled by you. You wonder just how exactly she feels about seeing herself like this; Yang was a proud woman obsessed with always looking strong and always being the sexy, strong, confident girl others wanted to be, but was turning to jelly in your hands. Even now, she has a bright blush, though it's unclear if that's because she's turned on, embarrassed by her tastes, or both.
Your will eventually gives out and you unhook Yang's bra. Though the blonde gasps a little bit, she obediently holds her arms in front of herself to slide her last remaining cover off. You hurriedly disrobe Yang and stare at her reflection in the mirror. Even after sleeping with three girls at the same time and enjoying each ones breasts, thighs, legs, everything, seeing Yang's massive chest still takes your breath away; you stare at your reflection fondling her breasts and can't quite believe that it's you doing it.
Yang made a hell of a look wearing nothing but panties. She sees you staring at her body rather than doing anything, so she reaches back to put a hand on your head and says, "You just gonna stare all day, tiger? Come on, show me some fire~" Her free arm pushes your hands aside only to lift and drop her breasts, proving that your prior fantasies about how jiggly they were were accurate. Growing impatient, she turns around and pushes you to the bed. Kicking off her shoes, she undoes the button on her pants and looks expectantly down at you.
Loving the look in Yang's eyes, you examine her chest some more before acting. Seeing as she was daring you to finish what you started, you grab her waist and pull her body closer to yours. Only when her waist is inches in front of your face do you begin removing her panties; you plant a kiss on her waistline as you inch downwards, eagerly awaiting to fully expose Yang to the room.
Yang stifles moans as she grabs your shoulders. Her grip threatens to shatter bone as you tease her, but you fight through it and continue to make her demand it. You breath on her waist, taking in the lilac scent of her skin and the taste of nervous excitement. Asking away moments before you complete your task, you take a final look of Yang's panty-clad ass in the mirror; her choice of black lace fit snugly around her curves and the contrasting pale skin.
You almost feel sad as you completely remove Yang's panties, letting you see everything she's offering. In an instant, you rise to your feet, catching the naked blonde off guard long enough to trade places with her; you roughly toss her to the bed and stand over her, once again giving yourself the position of power.
You look down at Yang's excited glance and start thinking of what to do her.