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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      RWBY
  Relationship:
      Blake_Belladonna/Yang_Xiao_Long
  Character:
      Blake_Belladonna, Yang_Xiao_Long
  Additional Tags:
      Futanari
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-12 Words: 989
****** Sparring Room Scuffle ******
by Saryn
Summary
     Yang and Blake spar, but the blonde always wins, anyway.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Blake Belladona could be called many things, taciturn, sarcastic, antisocial,
but she was certainly not helpless in a fight, so she was surprised when her
blonde teammate managed to slam her back against the ground, armored fist at
her neck, strong thighs straddling her and pinning her down. Her ears fell flat
against her head in an involuntary sign of frustration, bunching up the ribbons
that shrouded them, as she deadpanned, “You can stop smirking now.”
Yang’s smirk slowly turned into a wide grin, her fist finally leaving her
partner’s neck, “You’re a fast one!” She commented between heavy breaths,
before reaching towards the faunus’ head, tugging at the now-loose ribbon
before discarding it to the side. Eyebrows rising, she asked, “Doesn’t that
bother you? I hear those can be pretty sensitive.” And a light tap at one of
the ears yielded a twitch, shying away from the touch.
The faunus shifted uncomfortably beneath her teammate, hands resting uselessly
by either side of her head. She knew Yang wouldn’t just let her up, she rarely
did it easily, taking these chances to satisfy her wish to socialize with the
quietest of her comrades, “Not enough for me to not hide them.” She answered,
all too aware of the blonde’s strained breath, no doubt from chasing her
around, and the smell of sweat, oddly sweet, that seemed to waft from her.
Blake had come to enjoy these private training sessions, the talks, as forced
upon her as they could be, and the blonde’s usually cheerful demeanor. Then she
noticed the smell, sweet and exciting, that seemed to come from the blonde
whenever they sparred, and it wrecked her for reasons she wasn’t quite sure.
Yang shifted atop her briefly, that roguish grin still in place - always in
place -, and reached over once again, as to gently stroke at the appendages
atop her head, earning the blonde a quiet gasp and a low, most embarrassing
purr.
The faunus stared up defiantly, cheeks scarlet and chest rumbling with the
sounds. She was enjoying it, even as her body stiffened when the woman atop her
leaned down, murmuring close enough that her breath tickled the brunette’s
lips, “I’ve seen you staring, but its always such a blank expression, I can’t
quite guess what you’re thinking.” A low chuckle, as confident and amused as
the blonde always seemed to be, “I hope I’m right, though.” Her hands moved
from Blake’s ears, to tangle in her hair as the blonde captured her teammate’s
lips in a heated kiss, her tongue hot against the other’s, as every part of her
always seemed to be.
Amber eyes widened and, for a second, the faunus’ hands twitched, fingers
curling in shock as her body instinctively tensed. It all only lasted a moment
before that entrancing smell invaded her, and her arms wound themselves around
Yang’s neck, tugging her closer, deepening the kiss. The blonde gave an
appreciative hum against Blake’s lips in response, hands trailing down the
faunus’ sides, not nearly as strongly as the brunette would’ve liked, her
movements and kiss giving off a sense of urgency.
She felt it then. An odd bulge that wasn’t supposed to be there, rubbing
against her belly as Yang kissed her. Her eyes snapped open as she broke the
kiss, raising one elegant eyebrow at the brawler. Yang smiled sheepishly down
at the feline Faunus, “I… uh, surprise?” She chuckled nervously, cheeks gaining
some color at the smirk that curved along Blake’s lips.
Next thing she knew, the feline had flipped her onto her back rather heavily,
her smirk seeming all the more dangerous from her newfound position. She didn’t
get a chance to speak, for Blake had already leaned down to assault her neck
with nibbles and kisses, one hand rubbing at her shorts, willing her to harden.
Yang gave a small grunt, hips rising to meet the brunette’s hand.
She shivered as Blake started to move down her form, dexterous fingers undoing
her belt to reveal the simple, white panties underneath. She felt lips along
her length, the sensation muffled by the white fabric, but pleasant
nonetheless, the cat’s warm tongue pressing against her, a pale hand stroking
at the base, applying gentle pressure.
The blonde couldn’t help the low moan that escaped her, and lifted her head to
watch as Blake tugged the underwear down, lips quick to go back to their
previous task, tongue running from the base to the tip before the feline
finally took the head of the brawler’s shaft into her mouth. Blake closed her
eyes then, cheeks tinged with red as her tongue ran along the length in her
mouth, one hand bracing herself, the other working at the base, in a slow
movement up and down.
The brawler couldn’t help but to reach over, fingers tangling along dark
strands of hair before gently urging Blake to lower her mouth further along.
The faunus’ ears lowered, in effort and embarrassment, as she took as much as
she could, staying still for a moment before rising, with a small whine. Yang
muttered a quiet apology, gently stroking her teammate’s head, and the girl
replied by starting a slow bobbing of her head, not going as far as she head,
but definitely far enough.
Purring. The rumble that left the brunette and echoed itself along Yang’s
length was a bit too much. Unused to the contact as it was, she closed her eyes
tightly, hand gripping at the hair beneath, involuntarily, as she reached her
climax. Yellow eyes widened, and Blake had to pause for a moment before
swallowing and releasing the member in her mouth.
Her purring didn’t stop as she moved up the blonde’s body, bumping her head
under Yang’s chin in a small sign of affection. Strong arms wrapped around her,
and a low, tired chuckle echoed from the blonde’s form; It was a while before
either of the two moved.
End Notes
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