Rating: NC-17 - sexual content.
This was posted on another work of listed one shots, but I want to have them all in one spot so I'll be periodically moving them over.
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She should have known. In all honesty she should have anticipated it, and maybe in some way she had. Blake just loves the chase they play sometimes. Maybe seeing the dark clouds rolling in, knowing Yang would be forced indoors for the day had Blake purposefully secluding herself to her study.
It was only natural to want to get some reading done when outdoor activities were put on hold; Yang wouldn't think anything amiss in that regards. But over the past three months of them living together Blake has become almost an expert on Yang's moods. And that morning Yang had been overly restless. It happened sometimes, when the gap between missions lengthened. Yang is the type that needs that physical release. But her training is outdoors, too aggressive for the house. And although Blake herself was teased for her water aversion due to her faunus features it's comically her partner that hates the rain.
Her hair too precious to get wet.
So it's not a surprise when Yang's sharp footfalls can be heard coming down the hall. Blake's body trembles, knowing the one other way Yang can expend her pent up energy.
Long over their shyness with each other, Yang steps into her study without hesitation.
"You're hiding from me." She accuses.
"I have no clue what you're talking about." Blake replies, making a show of not looking up from her book. "I'm just reading. Rainy days are good for that."
"So you're just going to ignore me then?"
"Did you need me for something?" Blake can almost feel the room heat up at her innocent reply.
Hovering over her, Yang's hands come to rest on the arms of the chair Blake occupies, effectively trapping her. Again, Yang's move is so predictable Blake doesn't even react, she forces her body to remain calm and makes a show of slowly turning the page of her book, not having read a single word since Yang entered.
"You're a tease."
"How so?"
"You know exactly how." Yang growls. "Put the book down."
"Just a second, I'm almost done this chapter." What does surprise Blake is that Yang lasts thirty whole seconds before she tears the book from her hands. Feigning upset, Blake pouts. "Awe, it was getting to the good part."
Yang's eyes are violet flames when Blake finally takes in her full appearance. Toned muscles are coiled tighter than Blake can remember ever seeing them and her knuckles are white where they grip the arms of the chair. Blake unfolds her legs, where they are tucked up onto the chair, away from the cold hardwood of the floor. She leans in, inches from her girlfriend's face. When Blake wets her lips with her tongue Yang's eyes follow the movement, keeping them there long after her tongue has retreated.
"What did you need Yang?" Blake asks sweetly.
"You." Is her terse reply.
Blake waits for Yang to make a move but she doesn't. They stare, taking in each other. It's a challenge of who will cave first and the realization has Blake's body almost melting from Yang's fiery gaze. This isn't going to be soft touches or gentle kisses, which she's more than willing to explore more of. Yang is usually a very gentle lover, but the times she does let go a little absolutely thrill Blake.
"Then are you going to take me, or what?" Blake presses.
It's all Yang needs as her body uncoils and she pounces. Her mouth presses into hers so strong and sudden Blake can already feel the bruises that will be tender long after their activities are done. Wasting no time, Yang grabs Blake's hips and pulls her to the edge of the chair. Blake's sweats are nearly ripped from her body along with her underwear.
"Fuck." It slips passed her lips before she can stop it.
She can't regret it when it spurs Yang further. Lips attach to Blake's neck harshly, it's all throbbing suction and sharp teeth and Blake's body writhes. A hiss passes her lips as Yang's teeth press into the skin of her neck with more pressure. Yang freezes, body shaking with the effort of holding back.
"Yang," she sighs in answer, but doesn't move either to continue or retreat. "Are you going to fuck me, or should I finish myself?"
It's enough of a challenge for Yang to realize Blake wants this just as much as she does. Blake's shirt is removed, bare chest exposed to the cool air. Yang's hands warm her skin but Blake's almost glad for the lack of heat in the room because she's literally burning up inside. Yang's mouth leaves a bruised, stinging trail down her collar, latching onto each breast in turn and all Blake's capable of doing is to hold tight to the back of Yang's neck, encouraging her to give more, and more.
"You're wet aren't you." Yang's voice is low and scorching. Her eyes find Blake's as her tongue circles an erect nipple.
"Unbelievably so."
"After this morning I wouldn't have thought you so needy already." Blake could say the same thing of her but the truth is she'd been waiting for over an hour for Yang to finally break and come find her. It is completely true she can't seem to get enough of Yang's body.
"Are you complaining?"
"No, in fact, you being completely insatiable is one of the things I love about you."
Teeth graze the sensitive bud and Blake's body lifts off the chair, more in tune with how much more she needs after voicing her body's reaction. It's a cue that their teasing conversation is over. Yang wastes no time in dipping her head to latch her mouth to where Blake needs her. There's no teasing this time, no lingering featherlight touches, no soft licks. There's only bruising fingers on her thighs and a tongue flicking harshly against her clit. It's hurried and deliciously possessive. Gripping tightly to the back of of Yang's head Blake can't help rolling her hips into her girlfriends claiming mouth.
It's embarrassing but also so fucking hot how quickly Yang's able to build her up. It doesn't take long before white flames cut across her vision. Yang seems to know just how close she is because she changes tactics, latching onto her clit, sucking. And it's enough to cause Blake's body to soar.
When she comes crashing down Yang is kissing and nipping her way up Blake's body.
"Good?" She asks in a cocky tone, knowing full well Blake is still feeling the aftershocks.
And it was good. Blake can't complain as her body is still shaking with pleasure, but there's still this feeling at her core, a small dissatisfaction of not having had Yang inside of her.
"Yeah," Blake breathes heavily. She presses forward, pushing Yang back and up so they are both standing. "But now it's your turn." She grabs for Yang's belt and makes quick work of ridding her of the clothes covering Yang's lower half, leaving Yang to take care of ridding her body of her tank top.
"What's wrong?" Yang asks and it's so out of the blue Blake hesitates, hand hovering just inches from Yang's bared left breast.
"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong." Blake replies confused.
"Yes there is." Her eyes scrutinize, coming to study her face. "Were you not…" she pauses, finding the word she needs, "satisfied?"
"Of course I am." Blake exclaims. "Why would you ask that?"
"You usually take longer to recover is all." Yang's shoulders slump. "If you didn't enjoy how I was acting you should have told me. I would have slowed down."
"Yang, it was good, really good." Blake takes pity on her. It's a little endearing seeing Yang deflate at the thought of Blake having any orgasm less than earth shattering. "It's just… I would have liked you inside me. But it was really good. Like I really like this side of you. It was still very pleasurable." Blake tries to explain. It was one of her best orgasms, she just had that incling it would have been better had Yang's fingers been inside her. "You wouldn't have been able to work me up so embarrassingly fast if I hadn't been into it."
"So," Yang's confidence returns and that predatory look is back. "You enjoyed me being a little rough?"
"Very much." Blake nods, but her smile disappears when Yang takes a strong step forward. All too soon her bruised lips are attacked again. She's not sure how it happens, if Yang guides her or if she's acts on her own, but Blake's legs are firmly wrapped around Yang's hips, and her back slams into the wall beside the shelves holding her treasured books. Blake grunts at the impact but returns to Yang's lips, deepening the kiss, hoping it's enough to push aside the concern she knows the noise triggers. Blake's rewarded with being pressed harder into the wall and Yang's nails cutting into the flesh of her thighs. The pleasure that comes from rolling her hips against Yang's toned stomach nearly breaks her. Yang notices and Blake's pulled tighter against her body. Yang's one hand moves to her hips, guiding them in a blissful, torturous rhythm.
"You think I'd stop without completely satisfying you?" Heated words are breathed against her lips.
All Blake can do is whimper and press further into her in response. Yang's other hand wanders, along her thigh, up her ribs, it grips her one breast, squeezing firmly as her fingers pinch the too sensitive nipple. Blake's back arches, pressed against the wall, it creates space between their bodies and Yang's hand travels lower. It blazes a line down her sternum and lower to trace over Blake's quivering abs. Anticipating its destination Blake's hips still as she allows for space for Yang's hand.
"Keep going." Yang's eyes bare into hers as her guiding hand pulls Blake's hips sharply into her once more. The shock of the rough action and pressure on her clit impairs her vision with the white tendrils that accompany her orgasms.
"You're about to come for me again aren't you?" Yang's voice only pushes her closer to the edge.
She nods her head. Her breathing comes ragged and her whole body is aflame. Suddenly Yang's lips are crashing to hers, stealing what little air she has left, but Blake reciprocates just as greedily. Yang is dominating with her lips and tongue and as she bites down on Blake's already swollen bottom lip the pain washes through her mixing with the pleasure rising up from her core. Both pleasure and pain collide and Blake's whole body tightens, back arching, muscle clenching, lungs seizing. She tumbles over the edge tremblingly as her release washes over her, only half aware Yang's mouth is back on her neck, bruising another trail.
There's several long moments where Blake doesn't think she's breathing, afraid her body has forgotten how to function but all she can think is what a wonderful way to die this would be.
Her breath returns the exact moment Yang's fingers enter her. Blake lowers one leg to the floor, giving Yang a better angle to power her thrusts.
"Fuck, Yang."
Another finger joins the two already inside of her and Blake moans loudly. This is exactly what her body needs. It's what it's been craving.
"Mmm, maybe later. Right now I'm having too much fun fucking you."
"Shit, and you call me insatiable."
"We're going to see if we can fix that." Yang purrs and Blake's hips buck, wanting her to do just that.
Yang pumps her fingers into her in a rough but steady pace and Blake's walls clench blissfully each time. It's when Yang starts curling her fingers that Blake realizes how close she is again. After two orgasms Blake would think it would take more to build her up again, but it doesn't.
"Shit."
"I love it when you curse." Yang growls grazing her teeth against Blake's jawline. "It's so sexy."
"Yeah?" Yang grunts in response, lips too busy attacking her earlobe for a more vocal answer. "Your fingers feel so fucking good inside me." Yang's movements stop and Blake can feel her trembling body's reaction to her voice. She's always known Yang gets turned on when she's vocal, but it's the first time her voice has affected her so physically. Spurred on by Yang's reaction and desperately needing her to continue Blake opens her mouth again. "Don't stop. You're going to make me come and it feels so good." Blake runs her tongue along the flesh of Yang's earlobe. "Please Yang, fuck me harder."
Her fingers thankfully start moving again and Blake rocks her hips to meet each thrust. Blake's surprised at Yang's stiff posture still and small whimpers reach her ears.
"Touch me." Yang all but pleads.
It's the only request she's made of her and Blake can't deny her. Fingers glide through Yang's folds easily, her slickness coating Blake's palm.
"You're so wet." Blake apologetically comments.
She should have known how worked up Yang was but Blake had been so consumed with the feel of Yang's hands and mouth on her she'd almost forgotten her girlfriends needs. She slips three fingers in, knowing she can skip the slow build up. Yang moans her name loudly in her ear. Blake presses circles to her clit, hoping to relieve some of Yang's tension. The incoherent whimpers and moans tell her Yang is very close to the edge. She's barely touched her and still she's closer to her climax than Blake is.
But the sounds she's making and the steady rhythm of Yang's fingers build Blake back up rapidly.
"Blake." Yang's fingers speed up and her thumb finds Blake's sensitive clit.
"I know," Blake whimpers. in reply, rolling her hips into Yang's hand. "Just keep doing that. I'm-" Yang's teeth graze her shoulder and the sharpness on her sensitive skin once again causes her body to spasm. The tremor brings her suddenly to the edge. "Yang, I'm gonna-"
"Me too, fuck."
Blake's leg gives out as she loses power over her body, but thankfully Yang's weight is effectively pinning her to the wall so she doesn't end up on the floor.
As they catch their breath they separate, Yang's hands on her hips steadying.
"You gonna be okay?"
"I'll be fine. If I collapse on the floor just leave me." Blake jokes. That was definitely one of, if not, the best orgasms she's ever had. Her legs are still shaky but she manages to gain enough control of them to stop leaning so heavily on Yang. "I didn't think you were that close."
"Are you kidding me? I almost came when you started talking." Yang laughs.
"Seriously?" Blake laughs along with her. "Are you implying you'd like me to be more vocal?"
Yang wraps her in her arms and places her chin on top of Blake's head. Sinking into the embrace, Blake takes in the familiar warmth and comforting smell that is all Yang.
"I'm not saying you have to, but it was very... exciting to hear you speak up. You're usually pretty quiet." Yang says softly into one of the ears atop her head.
"I think I can handle that." Blake hums content. "As long as this Yang comes out to play more often too."
"Deal." Yang laughs again.
"Is there anything else you'd like of me besides being vocal?" Yang's silence is confirmation enough. "What is it?"
Yang pulls away and her flushed face has more to do with her embarrassment than the workout she's just had. "It's nothing."
"Tell me."
"Well, sometimes..." Yang trails off and Blake has to nudge her to continue. "Like when you were rubbing yourself on me?" Blake nods "I just picture well-"
"Just tell me Yang."
"You riding my cock." Yang blurts out and looks away ashamed.
"Your- You don't have… oh ." Blake hasn't ever thought about those kinds of toys, any toys really. Having just moved into their own home a few months ago they were still learning about each other's bodies. Having teammates nearby had, up until then, stamped any adventurous explorations or play, but now…
As Blake pictures what Yang mentioned, she feels her desire flare once more. There are many great possibilities a toy like that could give them.
"We'll have to get one then," is all she says. Even if she hadn't been completely on board with the idea, Blake knows she would have agreed just to see the look Yang throws her. It's all surprise and held back elation and Blake can't help the smile that it pulls from her.
"Really?" Yang asks, still skeptical.
"Yeah, I think it will be fun."
"I'll make it up to you."
"Oh, I know you will. But there's nothing to make up. I want to try." Blake smirks teasingly. "It puts a whole new twist on me asking you to fuck me."
"Fuck me," Yang whispers under her breath but of course Blake hears it.
"I wouldn't mind trying that either."
"Blake Belladonna, you are going to be the death of me."
It reminds her of her earlier thought and she can't help but share it. "But what a way to go!" They both laugh and Yang steps forward to kiss her gently. They are both still smiling when they pull away. "They're calling for rain all night."
"Well then, we should head to bed." Yang suggests, taking her hand and leading her out of the study. "I for one don't think your legs are going to be able to support you for very much longer."
"Cuddles?" Blake asks, feeling exhaustion sweep over her.
"Mmhmm, among other things."
"Insatiable." Blake jokes.
"You love it."
"I love you." Blake corrects and Yang snorts.
"I love you too."