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Eyes locking, hair yanking, hips grinding, they were desperate for that friction Yang had been eyeing the whole day. Soft gasps and strings of moans spilled out of their mouths if they were not already occupied with one another or every inch of their skin; Yang’s calloused hand roamed the expanse of pale, unblemished back above her; a hard yank on blonde locks left her biting back a hiss and reminded her who was in charge, lilac shimmering beneath Blake’s sultry gaze. But Yang had always been known with a defiant streak: she dragged her partner down with a grumble, thick thighs made contact with her arousal as she let a resigned sigh escape her lips, wet with murmurs of praises like spoken vows as they chased each other through the haze. Haphazardly, the way Yang sprawled out on Blake’s bunk bed was sinful – she fell into the soft folds of her scent riddled mattress like it had always made to envelop every curve of her body. Now she felt like home, smelled like home, so who was Blake to not comply with her demands like of the devil’s mistress herself by gliding downward with featherlight touches, and the blonde found herself carding her fingers into dark locks, savoring the way they draped down her face and pricked at her skin. A lithe hand moved to stroke Yang’s cheek, prompting the blonde to look up at her with a shade of purple like it lived in her aura that Blake never tired of seeing. Gently a stray thumb outlined Yang’s back muscles as it moved in tandem with her lips.
Drool was accumulating by the curve of Yang's mouth, pupils blown and stared right back into Blake’s. They held each other’s lips and breaths. Leaning away, Yang bared her neck whole for the taking, mouth occupied with Blake’s human ear, low tremors rumbled from the girl on top of her as they continued wrestling against the push and pull of desire simmering in their cores. It was sore, almost – how slow the drag of her undershirt felt on her skin as Yang peeled it away; goosebumps barely surfacing as the cool air lapped at her body only to be soothed by a warm hand making contact with her bare chest. Nimble fingers worked their courses, teasing the sensitive nubs and coaxing soft pants from even the alpha, hips bucked to meet with a grip on her thigh that Blake was sure would leave a mark – brothers did she like the way Yang was all over her like that.
“Needy,” Blake taunted, to which Yang responded with a huff, inching upwards to meet her lips in a slow kiss before nipping at her neck, making Blake’s breath hitch.
“If you’d hurried up I wouldn’t have to demand so much from you – ngh.” Blake bucked her hips again, too precariously close to where Yang needed it most, knocking the words out of the blonde with a heady moan.
“Not yet,” there was a grunt mixed into that somewhere. “You look so good for me, just let me get you ready, Yang…” She whispered sweet nothings into Yang’s ears as she struggled out of her shorts and stockings, finally letting her cock spring free, erected.
“I – I need you inside me…Please–” Yang mumbled at the sight just to get her words cut off again by the new intrusion in her mouth and another below the waistband of her tight, tight pants. If only she could foresee this exact moment, she would have opted for looser materials, but those that still hugged her ass in every way she knew drove Blake insane. By the time Yang had wriggled them midway, Blake was unabashedly ogling at the beauty of her glistening core, pheromone oozing, heat soaked sin of a partner. Her fingers continued to toy at the loose band before startling Yang with a firm squeeze of her ass, a gesture that made any last thread of her control fizzle out of her brain as the warmth kneaded into her skin, teasing the still clothed rim, roaming further front where Blake was certain a wet spot must have stained her briefs.
“I know you’d behave for me but just a while longer, hm?” Blake hovered over her nipples and gave one a good suck. “Let me make you feel good first…Oh let me please you.”
But Yang’s patience wore thin: with Blake occupied with her chest, she shot a hand downwards to palm the thick shaft of Blake; Yang licked her lip, mouth hung open as she finally accepted how much her heat craved her alpha filling her, knotting her, claiming her.
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Earlier that morning, Yang groggily woke up to a pool of heat emanating from her core, warm to the touch.
She buried herself even more under her blanket: she was not a stranger to body heat per se, opting to chalk it up to a seasonal fever or a byproduct of her semblance – perhaps she had fallen asleep in a position that inadvertently strained her muscles. She just hoped it would go away on its own; it’d be a shame if she were to hinder her team so near to a field mission for their winter semester exam too.
Unfortunately, the warmth made her stomach coil and tuned out every word of her teachers, persisting well into the afternoon. Nothing could seem to quelch it. Paracetamol didn’t help because she wasn’t experiencing any feverish symptoms, nor did a cold shower she took at lunch ease her mind. Yang was frustrated that this was happening now of all times, which only added to her tantrum and made her heat up more than it already did.
There was this temporary relief she found, however. For some reason, sticking close to Blake always alleviated the warmth to the point that she subconsciously sought out her company more often in classes. Fortunately, it wasn't so suspicious since she had always sat with her teammates anyhow; yet today Yang’s hands would act like they had a mind of their own, jumping at any chance to brush across Blake’s fingers, every contact of which would burn at her core – at least it felt electrified. She had held her partner’s hand a thousand times before, whether it was their battle tactic or to drag Blake running with her to class, what could possibly make a difference this time?
If Blake had noticed her clinginess, she didn’t mention it.
Until she did.
She was unresponsive for most of the day, but she drew the line when she returned from an after school study session in the library to find Yang pretty much holding her bunk bed hostage. In fact, she was mildly drifting off to sleep, the most reprieve she had gotten the whole day with the heat coursing through her bones and making a home in her blood.
“Yang Xiao Long.”
The girl in question was startled at the venom in Blake’s voice, and more so when she was met with the dagger in Blake’s eyes. Blake was clenching her fists and her shorts suffered more wrinkles as a result, her expression unreadable as it often was. “I’m afraid that would be my bed.”
“Sorry!” Yang blurted out an apology, “I was so out of it today…I might have not found the strength to climb up to mine.”
Blake stared at her for far longer than usual, stretching the taut silence out even more. “I don’t even know if I can sleep on it anymore for the night. It smells like cinnamon…It smells like you…”
“Smells like me?”
“Your scent…the whole day,” Blake finally looked away, hastily. “You know what? I don’t even want to explain. Go see Ms. Glynda, partner’s order.”
Huh? About what?
Before Yang could voice her question, however, her partner had reached the exit, so fast she could have sworn Blake was summoning a shadow clone to move. Another thing she could have sworn was seeing a tinge of red spreading across Blake’s nape and ears as their conversation dragged out. Was she mad? It was not uncommon for Blake to be avoidant or hide her true feelings in favor of the people she loved.
Yang ended up following her teammate’s advice, anyway. She ignored how much she wanted to obey the other, and resisted the urge to grab Blake and insisted on her staying until she could make it all up to her.
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Hovering on the door of Glynda’s office, Yang bounced on her feet before taking a deep breath. She wondered why she felt so nervous, it wasn’t like there was anything wrong with her, right? It wasn’t like there was anything wrong with her that pushed Blake away, right?
She opened the door and there Glynda sat, her office was spotless, so much that it felt like nobody inhabited this place. The professor looked up at Yang from her newspaper, beckoning her to come in.
“Ms. Xiao Long, you’re not visiting to ask me to get you out of trouble again, are you?”
“On the upside, not today!” She replied, “on the downside, not today.”
Glynda exhaled, exasperated, “Take a seat”, gesturing to the chair opposite to her at the desk. “Please kindly tell me your problem.”
“About that…” Yang stuttered. “I’m not sure. Blake said something odd about my scent.” She air-quoted the word, “Told me to visit you or something.”
Glynda’s eyes lit up with recognition. “Alright, do I mind if I ask some investigative questions?”
“Of course.”
“Have you been feeling hot, unprecedentedly hot, lately?”
Yang blinked, “How did you know that?”
Glynda ignored the question, “How long have you been feeling so?”
“Just since this morning.”
“Yang”, she was now on first-name basis with her, like a caring mother, “You’re about to experience your first heat.”
What?
“My…heat?” Surprise colored her eyes, “You mean I am just now presenting as an omega?” It shifted to panic. “That’s not possible! My dad and my sister are betas, and most should have presented way before we attended Beacon. I just assumed…”
The professor hummed in agreement, “It might be due to your hotheaded and assertive nature that you’re a late bloomer. I can see why many would assume you’re a beta, or even an alpha.” But she tilted her head, “However, your puberty might have been triggered at Beacon. Perhaps you’re finally feeling like you don’t have to put too much pressure on yourself to take care of Ruby like back home. I’m not saying you’re nonchalant now, just that perhaps you’re tending to your own needs enough to finally be vulnerable with someone.”
Huh.
“With your alpha.” She finished.
“My alpha?” Yang choked out, “What alpha?”
Now it was Glynda’s turn to be surprised. “Ms. Belladonna. She’s your alpha, is she not?”
Yang felt like shaving her own head, and that spoke volume for someone who treasured her hair so much she could never entrust her shampoo regime to anyone, not even Ruby. One surprise at a time please – she couldn’t handle this many heart attacks in the span of fifteen minutes.
“Blake is an alpha?”
“On the surface, Ms. Belladonna might strike many as reserved with her calm demeanor and a tendency to surround herself with books to achieve a degree of excellence beyond many. If you examine her more closely, however,” Glynda chose her words carefully, “you can distinguish a flame that keeps on raging inside, almost fueling her to forge on, to redeem, to hide . From whatever it is that she puts so much effort to make up for by graduating Beacon on the path of a huntress.”
“But Yang, wouldn’t you expect her to resonate with you?” Glynda punctuated her breath. “Someone who I see would choose to act bravely when she’s afraid, and do what she says. You’re gentle in a rugged way, she’s rugged in a gentle way. Whose presence is like a home to a fugitive, the yang to her yin, and ultimately…the omega to her alpha.”
“I…Is there anything I can take for it, like heat suppressants?” She trailed off, completely ignoring the point at hand, “I can ask Weiss for some.”
“You can,” Glynda answered, but she frowned, “But I wouldn’t recommend it because suppressing your first heat impairs your growth tremendously. It’s better for your hormones to run their courses now.”
“But…” Yang slumped down on her chair, there was no winning an argument against Professor Goodwitch. “Alright.” She swallowed down the bile accumulating in the back of her throat. “Alright”
“I must warn you, please, that your first heat can be intense. Yang, it should serve you well, spending it with someone…”
“We are…not…having this conversation,” Yang stood up and made a beeline for the door, her hand twitched slightly on the knob before twisting it. “Thank you, professor,” she heaved a sigh, “It’s nice checking in with you.”
“If there’s anything else I can help”, Glynda flashed her a sympathetic smile, “Please don’t hesitate to reach out.”
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When Yang actually got back to her own bunk this time, the bed had never felt so big. Messy uniforms piled around her. They overcame her with an urge to gather them and make her bed a nest.
She sunk onto it when she was done, seeking to replace the gnawing warmth in her guts with a more pleasant kind of warmth, one that lingered but not bothersome like her teammate’s presence. Yang curled into a ball and wished it were Blake all over her, a daydream which she could not be in denial anymore that the seed had been sown by Glynda.
Yang pursed her lip and let out an audible groan. In a fit of defiance, she walked to the door and locked it to psychologically tune out any hope of Blake come crashing back in, like the straw that broke the camel’s back, like the last drop that makes the cup run over. Or at least until Ruby and Weiss returned from their first (of many, she hoped, delighted for her sister) date before they parted ways for the winter holiday, Blake wouldn’t have access to their dorm, evident in her room card poking out between the pages of a novel on her desk.
Another personal belonging Yang (unfortunately) detected on Blake’s desk was a black cashmere scarf for the incoming December days, peppered with a pattern of purple flowers she assumed were belladonnas, resembling her emblem. Against herself, she could not resist picking it up to inhale the intoxicating garment that spent all day wrapping around Blake’s neck where her scent gland was.
Yang brought the scarf back to her nest and once again drifted into a fitful slumber that could have been better described as a haze.
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At least Yang thought she did, until the knock on their door jumped her from her catnap. She rolled around, perhaps if she ignored it hard enough it would go away.
There came another knock, then two, ten more; amplified and more insistent.
Then it stopped. Yang was content to remain in her ignorant bliss until a monotonous but perilous voice penetrated the evening silence, “Yang Xiao Long.”
Blake…Is that her alpha voice?
Every nerve in Yang’s body trembled and every muscle quaked. “Yang Xiao Long isn’t here right now, it’s Nora.” She did her best impression of her bubbly friend, but the meak anticipation in her voice gave it too easily away.
Yang didn’t have to look at Blake to see her brows furrowed and a palm on her forehead, “Ms. Glynda sought me out to inform me about your condition. I know what’s going on in your head. Let me in. Talk to me.”
“About what?” Yang played dumb.
“You know what.”
“I don’t.”
“Yang Xiao Long.”
If she heard her name uttered in that deep, dark voice again it might actually drive her up the walls.
“…Go sleep in team JNPR’s room. I don’t want you here…Neither do you want me, you’re just trying to be a good friend.”
“No”, came a resolute answer.
Yang buried her face into her pillow. “I don’t want to pressure you into anything. I’m sorry I’m already putting you through…whatever this is. I wasn’t properly in charge when my intuition did it. You can go away now.”
“No.” Blake Belladonna, one of the most articulated members of team RWBY, if not the best, surely had her way with words.
Briefly Yang wondered if her partner could be so in tune with her thoughts and hear her pulses; alive between them.
“If my goal were to be a good friend, I would have left on your order.” Blake retaliated. “If I hated you, I wouldn’t be making a fool of myself, still standing in front of my own dorm right now.”
“Yang,” this time round her name was uttered with such tenderness like Blake was smoothing the curves of every vowel and caressing the edges of every consonant. “Let me have you, if only you’ll have me too.”
Yang’s hormones made her an emotional wreck; that much was clear, as she felt tears involuntarily streaming down her eyes at a few words from Blake.
“…Okay.” Before long, she found herself putting one leg in front of another to the door. “Okay.”
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Yang wiped at her eyes then sheepishly opened the door to meet with Blake standing there with grilled chicken and a carton of milk on a tray that belatedly reminded her she hadn’t eaten a proper meal today, busy showering at lunch and just generally too hot and bothered at any other time. Had Blake noticed that and stopped by the cafeteria for her? The door closed and Blake maneuvered around the mess of Yang’s clothes on the floor, motioning Yang to join her on her bed. Their dorm was suddenly deluged in Blake’s lavender aroma which did nothing to alleviate the tingling that already crept up on every inch of Yang’s skin as she followed suit.
“Eat, you’ll need the energy for later.”
Yang complied, ignoring what Blake could possibly insinuate as she was determined to get some food into her stomach, but her partner seemed to be equally determined to play the long game. She observed the blonde intently. “Were you…crying?”
Yang froze, swallowing down the last gulp of milk in her throat. “Sort of,” she weighed the amount of words she should say, wondering whether Blake knew how sharp the pieces her words had shattered Yang into, she would have let them lay.
“Not while I was asleep, though. It was about you…No I didn’t mean it that way I mean I was just getting…emotional…over how you always know exactly what to say or how to take care of me.”
Yang gathered the courage to look up into Blake’s eyes, the anxiety surrounding Blake’s reaction surmounted the fear of her impulse. Yang was not an idiot (unlike most painted her out to be – years of helping Ruby deal with her homework from Signal caught up to her), so that moment, she knew.
She knew when someone wanted to kiss you, you knew; it was evident in the shape of their mouth slightly ajar and the line of their eyes tracing your jaws.
Yang closed her eyes, a simple invitation; Blake leaned forward and captured her lips until what was left were tongue and teeth, until the room burnt like the fire inside both of them, until a sigh Yang let out was a more satisfactory ending than every novel she had read. One kiss. Soft enough that it was the only sense they registered. Rough enough that it managed to tune out all their other keen huntress senses.
It didn’t take long for the heat of the moment to get even rougher. Their lips parting, their tongues brushing, Blake’s hands on Yang’s jacket, Yang’s hands on Blake’s button up.
Yang got the lousy piece of garment off her partner and occupied herself with Blake’s neck, not getting enough of her alpha (alpha…the word only now rolled off her tongue) scent. Regrettably, the lavender comfort was just a momentary relief as Yang’s heat was in full swing and she grew ever more and more tantalized with every breath.
“Blake… Please, it hurts…it hurts so much.” She choked out, her last thread of control dissolving.
“Hush, I got you,” she practically shoved Yang down onto her mattress, gentleness out of the window at this point as her cinnamon scent was having the same effect on her. “I got you…I got you, my lifeline.”
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That was how the dominoes fell into place and found Yang’s hand on Blake’s cock, still pumping it as they discarded the last pieces of fabric left on each other’s body, teasing the tip of her shaft, spreading precum that already leaked out so early in the night to use as lube. Her every touch was like livewire Blake wondered if she was the one in rut as she bit down on Yang’s bottom lip, whining to the relentless strokes. Gasps, moans, and pleas, “Faster– Feel me, Yang– Nghhh …Make it worth–” , and fragments of a sentence bubbled together from Blake as she tried to steer Yang’s rhythm to her liking. Blake pressed their bodies so close she could hear Yang’s heartbeat, erratic from a deep-seated fear but it was turning her on. Half slobbering half sucking Blake lapped onto Yang’s nub again to keep her busy from indulging nor spilling out anymore resigned debauchery, clinging to her alpha role as long as possible. She needed to satiate Yang’s heat first.
She pulled back, choking in a desperate groan at the foregone touches on her rock hard cock. Before Yang could frown, however, her eyes were swallowed with pure lust as they glinted red observing Blake’s mouth worshiped every inch of her body by trailing down her nude form – nose brushed against her delicate solar plexus, planted kisses on her abdominal muscles, and sucked on the inside of her thighs; she felt Yang spasm like she was already coming undone. Maybe another time when Yang’s hormones were not derailing her Blake would edge her to the verge but never quite through to intensify the orgasm that followed suit. She reeled at the thought of not letting Yang know if she’d deserve her sweet relief at all, of forcing the willful omega beneath her into complete submission. She reeled at the thought of another time. But now Blake adored – loved – her mate so much to deny her the pleasure knowing how much it had hurted, was hurting, and would hurt.
So the alpha put her mouth to better work – she put a routine in motion, flicking her tongue against Yang’s clit, flattening it, then licking a firm stripe. She relished in the sight of Yang’s chest rising and falling in trepidation, and how wet her heat had rendered her in advance, a proof that she was just enjoying this just as much as Blake.
Impatiently Blake slid her right hand off Yang’s waist and prodded at her entrance. That elicited a loud moan from Yang, hips jolting, which her mate pinned back down; last thing she needed was a nosebleed during their first time. Blake decided to take pity on her, easing a finger in; Yang’s back arched against it, and she took it as a permission to slip another in, and another, stretching her. Soon she sped up at the way Yang’s folds eagerly constricted around her digits, crooked her middle finger to hit Yang’s g-spot while never once stopped lavishing Yang’s clit. Blake traced shapes, letters, and probably the entirety of her favorite fanfiction with her tongue on Yang’s upper walls to keep her mate in between the throes of ecstasy like some sort of goddess; bringing her higher, closer. When she came she came with her whole body: her thighs quivered, her eyes shut, her hands gripped the sheet, and her release spilled out and out all over Blake’s hand and face. Yang’s fluid was unbearable on her skin as her nose took a sharp inhale, springing her already stimulated cock into action, cumming untouched. In response she just immersed herself further into Yang, her licks and flicks now as frantic as her member shooting ropes and ropes of semen on the mattress but still exerted the same result on the omega to ride out her orgasm. She heard Yang scream her sin-soaked name as she came once, or even twice, again, before descending from her bliss.
Eventually they slumped against each other, eyes lazily snapped open, chests evening out. Blake allowed them a period of respite and crawled up to press her lips against Yang’s, giving her a taste of herself. She kissed her again, and again; she couldn’t not, it was her confession of love, it was her way of saying You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. To have you realize what you can feel underneath me and me only. We can be more, we can be more, we can be more – but you don’t know that yet. I’ll show you I’ll show you I’ll show you…
Blake was content with just falling asleep right then and there but Yang had other ideas. The keen hums from Blake emboldened the blonde to roam and nibble at her earlobes, up to the crown of her head, then her bow. But something clicked and Yang stopped dead on her track, holding her partner’s gaze to await a reaction.
“How about my cat ears?” Blake asked, quizzical.
“Do you want me to do something about them?”
“No, I mean yes, I mean…” She fumbled. “It’s just something most people want to see, to touch, or even tease me for, I suppose? I’m just surprised you didn’t go ahead…”
Her sentence was cut off by Yang, slightly perturbed “I’d never dream about touching them without your permission. Nor tease you…I think your cat ears are cute.”
Blake didn’t need to see herself to know a rose blush like one in their interaction prior to Yang visiting Glynda was resurfacing on her cheeks; oh this couldn’t be healthy, she mused. The omega caught on quickly, and oh who could believe Yang Xiao Long, Beacon’s hot shit, would shy away from one (1) sentimental exchange in between the sheets. Blake gave her the benefit of a doubt and digressed to untie her bow, setting it down neatly on the dresser. She had only done so once prior with her team, the vulnerability overwhelmed her, heart thundering like it had torn its way out of her chest and gone to live in Yang’s hands. It was Yang’s turn to live in between her thoughts as she just reciprocated by tenderly stroking them.
“Iloveyou,” the admission slipped off Blake, too fast for her to notice. Another blush. Third time today.
Yang laughed, which earned her more scratch marks as Blake’s nails dug into her sides. Blake couldn’t bring herself to be mad at her mate for long though when she preferred this version of Yang so much more than half an hour ago, so carefree, so loved, by the alpha. “I know, you were not subtle about it.” Nevermind, she still wanted to wipe that shit-eating grin off Yang’s face. “Care to show me how much?” Her eyes glinted a dangerous red. “I can feel you hardening again from my scent.”
The alpha in her growled; playtime’s over. Their kisses soon lost their innocence and Blake swore at Yang’s swollen lips when they parted, “Fuck, fuck you’re so pretty, so good for me. I’ll fuck you so hard into the mattress you can’t even explain to Weiss or your sister why you can’t walk to classes tomorrow.” The omega in Yang preened at the fact that she herself had drawn out such filthy words from Blake, the most composed and collected member of team RWBY.
Blake proceeded to line herself up with Yang’s entrance, stifling a chuckle at the sight of Yang watching with bated breath, probably fantasizing about having her alpha buried deep inside like those fingers, and the red on Yang’s face deepened into scarlet. “Relax, I’ll give you what you want,” the stuttered breath from her laugh earned her a huff from the blonde which instantly turned into a gasp as Blake bottomed into her. Delirium overcame Blake as she pulled back enough just to push back in; Yang’s walls were already soaked from earlier, letting Blake just ram her hips senseless into the omega, seeking out every kind of friction to soothe her heat. Red irises rolled back into her head as her partner settled into a smooth, fast rhythm, and Yang screamed her throat hoarse. Blake wasn’t any better herself so she did the one thing her mouth was better at – finding Yang’s collarbone and sucked, hard, that would surely leave a hickey tomorrow. Yang hissed, “How am I supposed to hide that?”
“With your bandana, you dunce,” Blake replied with a tone too flippant for her partner’s seriousness. “Or if you’re so scared of being found out, I just need to leave marks where they can’t be seen, don’t I?”
“Fuck you.”
“That’s the point, honey”, brothers Blake, with her dry sarcasm, was such an asshole. Though that didn’t stop Yang from being even more turned on at the implication, her semblance kicking in with every second as she responded to the pain Blake was rutting into her.
Her body heat didn’t go unnoticed as it leaked out everywhere and blanketed around Blake’s pulsing cock. It felt so good, so so good, Blake’s mind had to drift to gross things like her essay due at 23:59 or the current state of the White Fang to stop her from cumming before she could finish Yang off. In a fit of despair her teeth grazed Yang’s neck, located her pulse point, and clammed down hard enough to draw blood to feed into Yang’s masochistic semblance. The alpha had just claimed her with a mating bite, the realization sent a shockwave rippling from her core as she climaxed and climaxed and climaxed again for the night.
Blake pulled out just in time to release her load onto Yang’s stomach; pride swole at the fact that now her omega would definitely smell like her. She collapsed onto Yang, cleaning up her own cum with her tongue and relishing in the salty aftertaste. Her hand found its way to collect a few tears of affection at the corner of Yang’s eyes from her high, and Yang’s hand reached for her cat ears, grazing them. Blake involuntarily purred before the embarrassment hit her and she nuzzled into the crook of Yang’s neck.
Yang giggled, “You’re perfect, you know that?” She really meant it – to her an ideal partner was someone who could make you cum and laugh in one breath.
“I don’t believe in perfection.”
“Well, fine, you’re right.” The blonde relented. “You’re only shy of being perfect because you haven’t knotted me yet.” Nerves laced her next words. “…Why? Did I do something wrong?”
Her ears flattened against her head at Yang’s anxiety but her voice of reason outweighed the guilt, as expected from the Blake Belladonna. “Babe, no, you were such a good girl. But we can’t rush this; I couldn’t knot you because you’re not on any contraceptive, Yang.”
“But I can…” More tears threatened to escape Yang, “I can ask Ms. Glynda for some birth control pills immediately afterwards. Please, fill me, make me yours, alpha.”
“Look me in the eyes and tell me you’ll do that, Yang, and it’s not just your lust speaking.”
Yang complied, lilacs locked onto ambers intently. “When have I ever gone back on my words with you, hmm?”
“Okay…” Oh who was the alpha in her to deny her mate who had asked so nicely. “Okay.”
Suddenly Blake got off from the bed and Yang groaned in the absence of her weight, her warmth. “Patient, honey”, she reassured her partner from the closet where their battle suits and weapons were. Blake untied the ribbon from Gambol Shroud, then motioned back to their bedside dresser, picking up her scroll. Yang gasped, she had a feeling she knew what was coming; a promise, almost a threat.
Blake settled back on top of Yan and positioned her scroll on the shelf beside her bed, hitting the record button. “Just a little something,” Blake’s amber eyes dimmed into molten gold, “For when you go back to Patch for the holiday and miss me.”
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Hands above your head,” Blake commanded. Yang swallowed, but obeyed. Her wrists were soon tied to the bedpost with Gambol Shroud’s military grade ribbon Blake was well aware even Yang couldn’t break; she’d love to see her try. “What’s your safeword, honey?” The considerate alpha didn’t forget to ask.
“Remnant: The Game?” Blake cackled, outrightly cackling. The last time Yang tried to explain its rules to her she was running on three all-nighters that it was still such a turn off to be reminded of the Xiao Long-Rose sisters’ favorite board game now.
“You’re a dork.” She kissed Yang’s forehead – probably her last gentle gesture of their foreplay. “No touching yourself, no touching me either.” She asserted in her alpha voice. “You’ll cum when I let you and you’ll only get my knot when I seem fit, so you better beg for it. Understood?”
“Yes!” The answer came from her mate in a high-pitched voice that had riled up Blake already.
So she wasted no time sliding inside Yang again, starting with slow, shallow thrusts despite the temptation, and Yang threw her head back in frustration. “Tell me what you want, or else I’m not giving it to you.”
“Faster, harder, more – AGH – Blake . ”
“Good girl.” Blake complied and began rutting into her partner (a secret, she would probably not have enough self control to not do so even if Yang hadn’t begged, but she didn’t need to know that). “The sound of my name and the sweet, sweet torment in your voice are music to my ears.”
For a while the only sounds in the room were of flesh on flesh, the sloppy noises of their combined bodily fluids, and both panting like they were fending off a Nevermore. Push and pull, push and pull, after countless rounds Blake felt her knot forming which hampered her speed and depth, to which Yang let out a cry or two. She could see Yang’s base instincts vying for control as she struggled against the ribbon, the realization that it was for naught hitting her too late, only after her wrists were red and her semblance burnt. Though her semblance heat helped stretch Blake out a bit more, it was not enough for the alpha to resume her rapid pace.
“Blake, touch me…please… I need you…to push your knot inside me.”
“All you had to do was ask.” She had memorized the spots that got Yang to see all the gods in Remnant at once and curled two fingers onto them. The girl beneath her kicked at the sheets as the wave of pleasure coursed through every fiber of her being which allowed the alpha’s knot to slip in with a pop. That was the incentive Blake had been waiting for to hoist her mate up in one fluid motion and find an angle where gravity could help ram her knot all the way into Yang. Soon her fingers fell into a comfortable rhythm with her cock, opting to fill her folds in its stead when it was pulled back, vice versa, prompting a string of curses from Yang that would turn even Nora red to match her hair.
“Look…into my scroll,” Blake ordered in between breaths. “Look into my scroll…Yang. I want you to see…how I’ll ruin…ruin you for everyone else.”
Yang’s eyelids fluttered and it took everything in her just to keep them open while confronting the erotic sight that was Blake jackhammering into her; their skin slick with sweat, their thighs glistening with arousal. Her pain bled into pleasure bled into her semblance as it lit her hair aglow and burnt her cinnamon scent across the room like incense. The sins radiating off her partner sent Blake teetering on the edge, every second now, but her alpha was more headstrong than its own biology. It managed to slow her thrusts down for Blake to let out a guttural growl, “Use your mouth, Yang, I know you’re close. Beg me.”
“Let me come Blake, please please please .”
“I can’t hear you through all these noises we’re making.” She teased.
“LET ME COME BLAKE…PRETTY PLEASE!” Yang screamed. There was no denying their liability of fucking each other like rabbits to team JNPR next door now.
Blake screamed, too, but it was more of a roar as she emptied into Yang, the knot sealing them shut and forcing all her cum to fill her omega to the brim. It was the most intense orgasm she had experienced her whole night, or even her whole life; she kept cumming and cumming and offering Yang everything and letting her know how much Blake wanted to mate with her. The feeling was mutual in the way Yang’s folds squeeze around her cock, committed to milking every last drop. Those few minutes made them feel like the world had shrunken to hold just one another in it. Blake reached to turn off her scroll, untied Yang from the bedpost then pulled her close, resting her chin on the omega’s head. Yang took the opportunity to pepper kisses all over Blake’s neck and inhaled the whiff of lavender that was no longer distinguishable in the air – it had long mixed with a hint of her own cinnamon scent.
“I love you”, Yang mumbled.
“I know,” Blake retorted, “You were not subtle about it.”
“Now we’re even”, Yang chuckled. “Seriously though, I love your alpha scent. It reminds me of the term “lavender haze” from the 50s for when you’re in this all-encompassing love glow where you’ll do anything to stay there and not let people pull you off that cloud.”
Blake raised an eyebrow, “How did you know that?”
“Might have peeked at your music taste and listened to it in my own time.”
Blake punched at her midriff but there wasn’t any real force behind it. “I love you too. I love how I made your semblance flare up. Yang, you’re taking the term “afterglow” too literally.”
That sent Yang deeper into her hysterics and this time it was contagious. Then she pulled Blake back down to hover above her on bed. “So, how long are we tied for? I’m getting too comfortable.”
“At least thirty minutes. I expect Ruby and Weiss not to be back in another two hours, so we’re good. You can go ahead and nap, I’ll wake you up in time to go see Ms. Glynda.”
“Okey dokey.” For once today Yang managed to drift into a restful sleep, safe in the hands of the one she loved. Her last waking thought was why they had waited for this long.
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The clock struck 10 PM and their door bursted open to Ruby and Weiss, back from their lovey-dovey night out to the scene of Yang snuggling into Blake on the former’s bed as the latter feigned disinterest by reading a novel.
“How was your date?” Yang poked, and Ruby flushed redder than her cape. “Look at my delinquent, all grown up.”
“Yang, why is Blake on your bed?” Weiss crossed her arms, completely ignoring the jab.
“We’re cold. Also I accidentally spilled my juice onto her bed earlier so the sheet’s in the laundry now.”
“That makes sense,” Ruby added, “Yang’s semblance made her like a human furnace.”
But something seemed to have clicked with Weiss and she would not take that explanation.“If you’re cold why leave the window open while…wearing Blake’s scarf?”
“The cashmere is premium, Weiss!” She rebuked. “I caught you sleeping in half the day on a Sunday with Ruby’s cape once. I think you can excuse me with Blake’s scarf on for one chilly December night.”
Weiss sighed audibly but she couldn’t argue with Yang’s logic now couldn’t she. She walked over to shut their window and flicked off their light switch. “Good night, Xiao Long.”
“Ooo, ooo can I sleep in your bed tonight too?” Ruby beamed. Yang couldn’t make out her face in the dark but she knew it would be dead smitten, and was grateful for her sister. Weiss didn’t answer; sometimes you just had to take that from the Ice Queen as a yes. The bed creaked as Ruby climbed in, soon followed by faint snores coming from their side of the room.
“Spilling your juice on my bed?” Blake air-quoted the word, returning her book back to the bedside shelf. “That was the best you could come up with?”
“I’m not a liar”, she chuckled and pecked at Blake’s cheek. “And euphemism isn’t lying.”
Blake facepalmed. “I will not last five minutes in a relationship with you.”
“I hope that’ll change to you will not last five minutes inside me.”
“It already did.” Blake acquiesced, capturing Yang’s lips in a lazy kiss. “Good night, my honeybee.”
With that, Blake Belladonna, grade A workaholic, was just content to miss the deadline for her Grimmonology essay for the night. First time for everything.