((A/N: I do not own 'RWBY'. This fic contains strong adult themes, graphic sexual content and coarse language. I had so much fun writing the last one I'm adding a sequel from Blake's pov! Thanks for all the hits and enjoy your porn!))

Adam never made me feel wanted. Not in the years we'd dated. The months we'd been tied to the White Fang. In the days he'd had the oppurtunity to, when I was devoted, and every part of me had belonged to him. I remember the first time Adam made me feel broken. Less of a person. Like I was his prisoner. He'd stood over a child no older than us, crushing his head into the ground, just because he was human. I'd tried to stop him. My innocence had been stolen from me, but my humanity remained. It was the first time he hit me. I wish I could say it was the last.

Growing up in the White Fang had been chaotic, but nothing could rivail Adam's chaos as he rose through the ranks, securing his place at the top. I'd known it all along. His ill intent. His hate for humans. For me. It took the others so long to realize the man he was and what he was capable of, but the bruises on my body told his story. My story. That he'd made sure to hit me where welts would be hidden from view.

And then my life changed. I'd made it into school. I was away from home for the first time. Free, even if I was still under the vice of the White Fang. I didn't hate it, that I was part of a cell group bent on killing all humans. I think that's what worries me the most. My hate for humanity, for what they'd done to us. My hate for Adam, even though I hadn't realized it yet.

And then, I met Yang. Yang. Loud, proud and obnoxious, with no respect for books. Back then, I'd been cold. Quiet. I didn't fit in anywhere. And then we were pushed together, partners in the war against the Grimm. She became someone I had to trust. Someone to rely on. But I'd just pushed Adam out of my life. I was hiding who I was. I was scared, and she knew it. Looking back, I think she understood the whole toxic relationship thing. I mean, her Mother was no angel, and Yang was as tough as nails.

Yang was on my side. It still tears me up that it took her losing her arm for me to realize that. The guilt had almost crushed me. And at the same time, I was trying to come to grips with my feelings for her. For her, her sunny disposition lighting up my life, always smiling and moving forward no matter the cost. I'll never forget how it felt to cry against her before we killed Adam. The relief I'd felt, Adam finally gone and with Yang by my side.

Things began to snowball. At first it'd been our hands, my pinkie brushing hers, her palm reaching for mine. Then we were hugging, her face in my hair, my arms around her shoulders. We ended up in bed, her body behind mine, the warmth of her breath fanning my neck as she slept behind me, my eyes falling shut as she pulled me into her warm embrace.

Then we kissed, and it had been magical. Everyone always tells you the first time you kiss someone new, it's awkward. It had been messy for sure, but I'd never felt more at home. More safe. It hadn't been one or the other, we'd both initiated it. I think it was because we were so ready. That we couldn't stand to be apart anymore, my body cold without her touch, her face lonely without my kisses.

Then we kissed hard. We kissed quick. Gentle touches became making out, her body grinding on mine, awakening a deep carnal desire within me I'd never felt with Adam. We made love. A lot of love. It'd been overwhelming and for a while I couldn't take it. I'd become a blubbery mess, crying and small in Yang's arms, wrapped in the sheets of our bed. I'd never known what it was like to be loved before. Yang hadn't too. I started to change the first time I went down on her, her violet eyes misty as she ran her fingers through my hair. It'd been an awakening. That my feelings were reciprocal, and she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.

We have a lot of sex. I can't keep my hands off her. I want to touch her, all the time. We don't always make love. Sometimes we fuck, hard and needy, Yang's moans my music as she comes again and again, and I never want it to stop. Other times Yang's tongue is like velvet, soft and wet as she explores my body, her fingers deep inside me. This is my favorite kind of sex, slow and gentle, the two of us whispering and giggling. It's the kind of experience that makes you want to do it everyday, and at times, all day.

Just the thought of it turns me on, and I know I need her. Yang's nipped out for supplies, whatever that means. I'd made us dinner, our small apartment aromatic with the scent of stew. I'd added way more wine than I needed to, but maybe it's not a bad thing. It'd been a stressful week and we both needed to relax. Maybe that's why I couldn't stop thinking about it, even though she'd got me off this morning.

The door opens. In comes Yang. Her arms are full of brown paper bags. She's saying something, but I'm not listening. My ears twitch, turning towards the sound of groceries on oak. I can see her muscles from here, the strength in her arms. In her thighs. I focus. I can hear her breathing from here. She's saying something about the stew, but I'm too engrossed with the curve of her lips. The way her eyelashes fan her cheek. Her beautiful legs as she takes her boots off, her golden hair falling over her face.

"Hey," Says Yang. I jump, shooting up on the edge of the bed. She's right in front of me, smoothing her hands across my tense shoulders. "Earth to Blake."

She's smiling that perfect smile. My heart still skips a beat everytime I look at her, even after all this time. She's saying something else but I tug on her jacket, pressing my mouth against hers as I kiss her deep.

Of course she kisses me back, teasing my lip with her teeth as she pulls away, her fingers behind my ear. "What's that for?" She says, my heart beating in my chest.

I look up at her, her eyes shining. It must be the emotion reflected in my own eyes. She knows where this is going. "You made me feel good this morning," I whisper, kissing the back of her hand. "But I didn't do you."

Yang kisses me, pecking at my mouth lightly. "So?" She quizzes, her hands around my waist.

I bend my hips forward, kissing her chest as she dips down. "It's unfair." I say, running my tongue across her collarbone.

Yang shivers, pulling me closer. "So, what's it gonna be?" She says, her voice breathy as I move across her chest.

I look up at her and her eyes are dark. She already knows. She wants to hear me say it. I pull on her coat until her thighs are around my waist. Her hands are already on my shoulders, paging at my throat as she kisses my hair.

I run my hands over her waist. Her skin feels hot and I want her so bad. When she bends down to kiss my neck, I pull her in close, her ear inches from my mouth. "I want to fuck you." I say, Yang's arms prickly with goosebumps. "I need it."

Yang doesn't need convincing, sliding her arms out of her coat as she pushes me onto the bed, where I immediately shrug out of my shirt. As I shift out of my pants, I'm left in my bra and panties. Yang's already out of hers, standing in front of me in nothing but her underwear, her breasts full in the light.

I'm enveloped in her shadow as she straddles my waist. It takes me a few times to get her attention because she's kissing me deep, and of course I can't help but kiss her back. "Nope," I whisper when she starts to grind on me. "You're bottoming."

Yang looks at me curiously, then pulls a face. "But I like being on top." She protests.

I roll my eyes. By that she means making me squirm. "Just let me fuck you up." I say, Yang shooting me a mischievous grin.

She shrugs. "Whatever. But you better make me cum."

I must look excited because Yang looks aroused. I'm halfway to kissing her cheek when she pushes me away, her eyes like the moon. "Oh, shit!" She says, and for a moment I panic. "I almost forgot!" She points to one of the bags on the table. The one that's overflowing with beer. "Grape flavored lube! Go get your prize."

I'm in disbelief, but the small purple tube is in my hands before I know it and I'm back on the bed, leaning over her. "Seriously?" I quiz, tossing it onto the sheets. "Lube?"

Yang grins. "You've never tried it?"

I stiffen. "Um, no? Don't vaginas do that for you?"

Yang laughs, her back arching as she tosses her head. I try not to stare at her breasts too much, milky and soft. "Blake, blake, blake." She simpers. "Tonight, you're gonna learn."

I frown but secretly, I love it. "Whatever," I say, but I am kind of curious. "Now shut-up and be sexy."

Yang's all smiles as I start on her breasts, teasing her nipples with my mouth. "What?" She says. "You don't think I'm sexy?"

She opens her mouth to say something but I've already got her sighing, biting down gently on her nipple. I lick between her breasts, my hand fondling the area beneath as she squeezes her legs around me.

I move up to her neck, my hand on her breasts as I taste her throat, smooth to the touch. "Yang, you're always sexy." I breathe between strokes, revealing at her skin as she turns her lips to kiss me.

She chuckles, gripping my ass. "Not as sexy as you." She whispers, squeezing me hard.

My hips move and my heart quickens. She's already got me so turned on and I haven't even started. She has this power over me. The ability to make me hers. I'm moving down her navel, tugging her panties aside as I look at her dewey centre, wet and ready for me.

I waste no time, my fingers thick with her cum as it flows quick and fast, me fingering her gently. At first I focus on her entrance, her pussy so wet I keep slipping out but I'm greeted with tightness as I slip back in. It lights a fire in me.

I have to taste her.

Her hips are already moving before I even start, her fingers knotted in my hair. Yang likes to moan and I love it. It turns me on as I go down on her, pushing my own clit against the bed as I try to get a release. She tastes as good as I imagined, her juices sweet and white on my tongue. I'm crazy for it. Her moans. Her pussy. Her clit. I can hear her losing her mind as I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking hard. Usually I'd build up to this, but I need to hear her. Feel her around my mouth.

It's like she's in heat. She sounds so fucking horny. I'm sucking and sucking, and I can't stop. It must feel incredible. It must feel like too much. She's pulling on my hair. I'm pounding her pussy with my fingers. I don't think she could get any wetter if she tried. My fingers hurry to bring her to orgasm as I thrust deeper and deeper into her pussy.

Then I remember the lube, forgotten by my thigh.

"Oh, shit." I say, Yang looking at me as I pull back. I squirt a decent amount of the purple gel onto my hand. It's cool to the touch.

Yang looks dazed, but she still manages a grin. "I'll cum way too fucking quick if you use that now." She chuckles.

I smile, disappearing between her legs as I rub my palm over her pussy. "Good." I say, Yang falling back onto the pillows.

The lube feels watery compared to her cum, sticky between my fingers as the purple liquid drips down her vulva and swirls around her entrance. I decide to start with her clit, taken aback by how slick it makes everything feel. Yang cries out on the bed. Her breathing is fast, her face flushed. I circle her clit again, Yang moaning like I've never heard her before.

It goes straight to my groin, my pussy tight and hot between my legs. And then I can't stop, touching her again and again as she squirms beneath me, my fingers slipping in and out of her pussy with ease. I groan. Her walls feel fantastic. Everything feels so smooth and soft. I can feel myself reaching deeper than before, my fingertips lost in the spongey, thick tissue at the back of her vagina. I know this feels good, and Yang does too. It's super sensitive, and paired with me stimulating her clit, I know she's about to come.

I try to hold out, humping the bed harder and harder until I'm too heated. I lick her pussy top to bottom. I'm eating her out like I've never eaten her before, sucking on her labia and teasing her hole. I can feel her pussy widening around me, contracting as I stroke her clit, my mouth wet and tasting of grape as I suck her hard.

I'm thrusting so hard I'm making the bed shake. Part of me wants to reach down and finger my pussy from the back, but I can't. I need both my hands to pleasure Yang. She's all that matters. She's about to lose it and I want to be the one that makes her. I can fit three fingers now, her walls stretching around my touch before clamping down around my skin.

More lube pushes down into her entrance. I'm fucking her hard. So hard I know it's going to hurt tomorrow. But I don't care. I need to fuck her now. Now. Until she can't breathe. Until she can't see. Until she cums all over my hand and I can lick it all off before starting on her pussy again.

With a fumbling hand I squirt more lube down her pubis. It drips onto her clit and all the way down her vulva. She's screaming. I'm moaning. I'm almost at her clit when she comes, gripping down on the sheets as she pulls me forward, my tongue pointed against her clit. I lap at her flesh with the tip of my tongue. It's almost too much for her, dripping with cum and lube as I fuck her deeper. Harder. I never want to stop.

I pull away long enough for her to come down, but I'm not ready to end it. I touch her clit with my tongue, stimulating her with broad strokes as she cries out again, gasping my name over and over before I cum myself, my panties soaking wet as I bear down on the sheets.

When we finish, the afterglow sinks in. I feel dazed and sleepy. Staring down at Yang's soaking pussy. Then she pulls me down onto the bed, tearing off my underwear and spreading my legs. Without a word, she starts licking my clit.

I gasp, pulling on her hair as she drizzles the lube onto my pussy, dripping with arousal.

She palms my heat and I sob. Yang grins victoriously. "Tonight we're gonna learn." She repeats before sliding her fingers inside of me, pumping at my pulsating flesh.

I immediately cry out and I can't stop. It crosses my mind that the neighbors might hear, but I couldn't care less. I don't think my pussy has ever been this wet or felt this good before, even with all the amazing sex we've had.

My cum strings from my entrance to Yang's fingers as she directs her attention to my clit. She touches me hard, swirling with her palm as her hand slicks over me again and again. I'm moaning like I've never moaned before. She's fucking me hard. This might be the quickest I've ever come. I won't hold out much longer.

She licks me all over, fast and hard at my clit. I absolutely lose my mind. My voice sounds wild. I can't hold back anymore.

"Oh, fuck!" I moan, Yang smiling against my clit. "Oh fuck, Yang! Ah, ah!"

I feel my pussy squeeze around her fingers as I contract. The contractions come quick and fast, squeezing over and over again and so hard I almost black out.

Yang moans against my pussy, still eating away as she fucks me deeper. I wasn't expecting to squirt, but it's over before I realize, Yang pulling away as she pumps deep inside me before fucking me harder and harder. Then it's happening again. I've never moaned this loud. I've never felt this good. My legs are shaking and I can't stop. I'm crying out. I've never known pleasure like this.

Then Yang's fingers are gone, the slick of her skin warm against my hips. She kisses me and I numbly kiss her back. I'm so dazed I feel like I'm falling asleep.

Yang chuckles. "So," she breathes, kissing me gently. "Did you get what you wanted?"

I pause to catch my breath, but I'm still struggling when I look up at her, her eyes shining like stars. "No," I groan, Yang feeling my cheek. "My orgasm was better than yours. That's hardly fair."

Yang's eyes darken. "How do you know?" She whispers.

I grip her shoulder. "I just do."

"Hmm," Yang hums, tucking my hair behind my ears. "Wanna go a second round after dinner?"

I look at her in disbelief, but a smile creeps to my face. "Don't you mean third?" I whisper, Yang pinching my arm.

"Think you can handle it?" She says, burying her face in my neck.

I braid my fingers through her hair. She smells like strawberries and feels like home. "Only if I get to be on top."

Yang laughs for real, pulling away just enough to kiss me. "Whatever the kitty wants." She chuckles.

I smile, surrounded by pillows and Yang's warm embrace.

I've never felt so wanted. So safe.

I've finally found love.

((Pls review! I hope you enjoyed x Might do Ruby and Weiss someday, lemme know ahaha))