It'd been a while since A. your less-than-pleasant encounter with Stella, and B. Yang's confession to you and Blake. Now, the three of you are properly dating, and while things have been a bit hectic lately, they've been overall pretty good. The worst thing that had happened was the aforementioned meeting with Stella, which resulted in Yang conscripting Weiss into fighting her for her the heiress' honor once the tourney grounds were open. She… wasn't exactly happy with that, but at least it meant some team building.

Stella unintentionally stole your first date with Yang, but the next day she took you and Blake out to a club that suspiciously allowed you to walk right past the line in, and then into a fancy backroom area. Yang's only explanation was, "I know the owner," but you swear you saw every generic goon bouncer sweat whenever she got close to them. From there, the three of you went on a bunch of sappy romantic dates that satisfied Blake's need for love in addition to lust. Fancy dinners, walks through the park, getting your ass kicked in training… the expected dates you'd have as a Huntsman-Huntress-Huntress coup– triple? A Huntsman-Huntress-Huntress collective. Whatever the term was.

All the while, Yang was doing her expected teasing, which made things fun, if difficult. A low-cut top during training. A really short skirt that bounced just enough with every step. A positively gorgeous (and backless) evening dress when you joined Weiss at a fancy (catered) gathering. Yeah, Yang did pretty much everything she could to rile you and Blake up, but she did it in the absolute perfect way. She knew what she wanted and by the Brothers, she was going to get it.

And today was the day she'd get it.

Now that you and Blake have confirmed that yes, you did in fact love Yang in that way, it was time to consummate that love. With Blake, it was a perfectly engineered moment of passion and teasing, but with Yang, it was just… right. Sex was something she was comfortable with and willing to share without the stars aligning. So, when the three of you found yourselves alone in your room, the timing was right. Since you lived alone, there'd be no one to bother you.

"We're waiting~" Blake says, patting her hand on your bed.

"Gimme a minute… You're staring." For once, Yang was on the defensive. For all her flirting, she now stood as the center of attention as well as in the center of your room. Teasing was her specialty, but you revel in the fact that she still turns red when things got serious. She wasn't all talk, but stripping for a crowd still reared her for a bit.

"We've BEEN staring," Blake explains. "You've been ASKING us to for weeks. Don't tell me you don't love it~"

Hearing that desire in Blake's voice really starts to turn you on. Watching Yang shyly start to unbutton her jacket helps, too.

"Man, I can't wait to see you strip…" Yang says somewhat sarcastically before realizing that yeah, Blake would soon be stripping. She adds a few more shades of red to her cheeks. Slipping out of her jacket, she lets it slide to the floor, then poses with her arms behind her back. Reclaiming some of her usual bravadoes, she accentuates her chest, wrapped tightly in a yellow tube top.

Blake wolf whistles. "Can't believe you have enough faith in that top to bounce around in it all day."

Yang smirks. "Maybe I want the girls to bounce out one of these days; you KNOW I'd love everyone staring~" She bounces a few times, showing that yes, doing that too much without her jacket will lead to a wardrobe malfunction.

You see Blake bite her lip as she fantasizes about Yang's breasts slipping out of her top. You also fantasize about this. It's a nice fantasy. It'd be all slow-mo and she'd get super shy and it'd take several seconds for her to do that cute scream before covering her chest…

god youre really happy youre about to see yangs boobs

When Blake recovers from her daydream, she muses, "Boy, do I have a book I wanna show you…" Before Yang can respond, Blake explains, "A ninja princess has to strip naked and run through the whole town to complete a mission. *So* much detail about how *everyone* was staring at her." Her golden eyes narrow. "Just how much do you want your *girls* to come out?"

Yang laughs. "Keep it in your pants, BB. We can discuss the REALLY fun stuff later."

You slide in by saying, "I'd say keep it in *your* pants, but those are about to come off, so…" Blake high-fives you. Yang jumps.

"damn i set myself up for that one"

Yang lowers her arms and hooks them in her shorts. She starts peeling them off irritatingly slowly, gradually revealing more and more skin. Soft, white skin. Lithe muscle. A sculpted form…

And there they are.

Yang knew how to tease. Whether it be tight pants, low shirts, or those skirts that *just* manage to have the *perfect* length so that they never quite showed what was underneath. And Yang let you know that there *was* something underneath to glimpse. No cowarding out with short shorts; if Yang was wearing a skirt, then there was just enough under it.

Yang slips out of her shorts and stands there, shifting her balance every few seconds as if that would stop you and Blake from seeing her.

Her panties were small and pink and accented with flowers. Super cute, and damn revealing. Everything but the main event was one display, highlighting just how little was covered.

And the best part?

Even though she knew, even though Yang purposely wore those cute little panties knowing she'd be showing them off, she still looked like you caught her changing. There was a visceral joy in watching Yang, who usually had that smug grin in her face in these exact situations, nervously shimmy around, simultaneously begging you to stare at her while also wanting to turn invisible.

Thankfully, Blake is able to find words that would only get lost on the path from your brain to your mouth. "Don't just stand there, give us a show~"

Yang points her eyes to the ceiling but strikes a pose with her arms behind her head. Blake coughs and signals her to turn around. The blonde grabs a chair and leans over it, pointing her ass towards you and Blake. Unsurprisingly, very little covered her ass; her thong showed basically every last inch of her bouncy bottom as a little shake here and a little spank there highlighted how amazing it would be to grab it with your hands.

Noticing your minds go blank, Yang asks, "Now, I've only practiced dancing with poles, not a chair, so are we gonna do this or what?"

"youve practiced dancing on poles" Blake slips out, clearly picturing that exact thing.

Yang mimes grabbing a stripper pole and posing. "Another time, BB. Now, you guys get naked before I strip you myself."

You and Blake look at each other. You both immediately decide to not move an inch.

Yang pouts. Blake relents. "Oh, FINE," she says, dripping with sarcasm. "I GUESS I'll just have to undress MYSELF." She looks at you, adds a bit of love to her smile, then stands up. "You just watch~"

Shy though she may be, Blake still quickly slips out of her shorts and top. Considering the situation, there wasn't really a place for shame, so she struck a pose in quite a naughty set of lingerie; you feel she picked the black lace set knowing that it would rile you and Yang up to the absolute maximum, even though you were still very early in your relationship. She basks in Yang ogling her body, then looks back at you and winks.

Blake approaches Yang, who was too stunned to react. Blake glides her fingers across Yang's cheek, feeling the heat emanating off of them, then runs them through her hair. Nobody was allowed to do what she was doing. Nobody was allowed to touch Yang Xiao Long's hair. Nobody but you and nobody but Blake. Fingers slowly slip their way through the precious locks, parting them in waves of silken gold.

Lips meet lips.

Blake and Yang had kissed before. You'd figured they'd wanted to since pretty much the day they met. It'd didn't take long for this whole situation to lead to them planting a quick kiss on the cheek or lasting a little longer on each other's lips.

This wasn't that.

No. Blake was taking control of Yang using her tongue. Those same fingers gently caressing those locks of golden hair now cradles the blonde's head, sucking her in and making her body act on its own. Yang's hand removes Blake's bow. Blake's hand finds its way to Yang's waist. Yang's hand glides up Blake's stomach.

Blake's hand wordlessly slips under Yang's tube top.

Yang squeaks. Just a small, soft sound.

You watch in awe as Blake subtly shifts her step. A turn of the head. A twist of the heel. A nudge on the torso.

She was guiding Yang.

To you.

For you.

A giggle manages to slip out of Blake's mouth between kisses. You watch as she pulls Yang's top down. She'd directed the blonde in such a perfect way so as to give you the perfect angle to watch her massive chest slip out of her last line of defense.

Yang's top catches on something. You forget a breath. That last bit of elastic hesitates for a moment before it happens; Yang's breasts bounce as her top slips off of her nipples, exposing her chest to the world.

You hear it.

There is just the slightest, weakest little whine that escapes Yang's lips as she realizes that this was it. That you had just seen her be stripped. That you were now staring at her, completely topless. That her girlfriend had exposed her for you to gawk at.

Blake breaks her kiss with Yang, slowly drawing her lips away and leaving her with a moist breath. She joins you in admiring Yang's bare chest, softly jiggling with every slight movement. The blonde's breasts were, of course, as large as they appeared to be. Even larger, actually, seeing as absolutely nothing restrained them. Blake earns your ire as she demonstrates their size, cupping one with her hand; Yang glances away from both of you as Blake proves that her breasts are literally more than a handful. The soft skin pillows around Blake's fingers as she squeezes, eliciting an even softer moan from Yang.

Indulging in every second, Blake leans in close to Yang and whispers, "I won't leave you all alone~" Releasing Yang's breasts, Blake moves her arms behind her back. Both you and the blonde direct all of your attention to her as she unhooks her lacy bra. Without hesitation, she slips it off, exposing her smaller, yet equally stunning chest.

Blake manages to maintain her sense of control, even as her face grows progressively more scarlet. Leading the entire scene, she wraps her arms around Yang's waist, pulls her in, and once again starts tasting her lips.

Bake kisses Yang.

Yang kisses Blake.

Blake's chest squishes against Yang's.

Yang's chest squishes against Blake's.

You watch the dream before you. Minutes go by as you watch the two gorgeous women make out topless. Just as you realize that you aren't directly involved, Blake draws away again.

Blake purrs at Yang. "I think it's time we let someone else in our fun~" Slightly dizzy, Yang agrees. "Go get him~" Blake directs, honey dripping off of every syllable. You LOVE this side of Blake.

Blake nudges Yang forward. Without a word, the cat slides next to you on the bed, nodding her head at Yang. Motioning her to your other side. The blonde follows her instructions and sits down.

You sit between two topless women, ready to truly establish this relationship.