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Blake Belladonna was a patient girl, who preferred routine to anything else. She supposed that it was the cat in her, that she enjoyed not having to worry about things changing.
There was a comfort in it. Such as when every day at four in the afternoon, after classes but before dinner, Ruby had a snack of cookies and milk while Yang browsed her scroll next to her, Weiss going over her notes from the classes they had that day, and she herself would read a chapter or two of her current book before they all went to dinner around six pm.
However, today, she found herself noticing that there was something different happening. For one, Weiss was using sound canceling headphones, blocking out the noises around her. Not common, but not exceptionally new, either (the girl didn’t like being disturbed while she studied, after all), but the methodical, surprisingly soothing, ASMR-esque sounds of Ruby munching on cookies stopped.
Her ears twitched, her brain noticing the lack of sound, dragging her out of her thoughts and her book as a plaintive whine reached the sensitive extremities, dragging her out of the fantasy world of Ninjas of Love and back to the cruel realm of reality.
Glancing over, she saw her team leader (childish, but more in the adorable way than the infuriating way) whining as she raised her glass of milk...or what should be milk, but instead was empty.
“Aw...I’m all out of milk, Yang!” Blake fought to keep her lips from pulling up at the innocent sound, since Ruby honestly was making it sound as though the world was absolutely ending due to not having any milk in her glass.
Though, to be fair, on some level, she understood. While she was never really one for a lot of sweets, she did understand how heart breaking it could be when the milk ran out. There was nothing more depressing that running out of milk.
She started to turn back to her book, believing that she and Yang would just stand up and go get some more from the student kitchens, but as she heard rustling, her ears twitched again.
Then came the giggling, the soft sound of Yang’s laugh, pulling her more out of her book, this time more irritably, glancing back over to see as she heard shifting and rustling-
-only to freeze, ears twitching and eyes going wide over the top of her book as she watched Yang pull up her crop top, allowing her heavy breasts to fall down against her chest with a jiggle, the pink buds of her nipples jutting outwards, looking delectably suckable.
Blake found her tongue wetting her lips as she watched Yang’s chest move with her breaths, wiggling in her spot as she watched Ruby lean forwards and attach to one of the blonde’s heavy breasts, taking the pink teat between her lips and sucking, her cheeks sinking in as she sucked deeply.
Yang released a shuddery breath, cheeks pinking as Ruby worked her head over her breast, sucking sounds filling her ears and seeing her throat bob as she was swallowing.
Swallowing milk.
Her buxom teammate produced milk.
Her ears flicked, cheeks darkened and she wiggled in her spot, salivating at the knowledge that her teammate lactated.
Seeing Yang start to shift, the blush in Blake’s cheeks grew hotter as she watched Yang start to shift in her spot, blatantly rubbing the crotch of her pants against her bare heel. She was getting off to having her tit sucked.
Blake swallowed hard, her throat bobbing almost painfully as she watched, her own panties growing damp as she fought the urge to jump down and attach herself to the unclaimed breast, sucking out the dairy goodness and curling up against her partner as she drained her dry.
She froze as Yang’s eyes opened and glanced up at her, the lilac orbs locking her in place as Ruby detached, taking a few quick bites of her cookie before reattaching herself and sucking out more milk.
Weiss was still buried in her notes, completely missing the entrancing image.
Blake squirmed as Yang winked at her, reaching up and palming her other breast, bouncing it a bit next to the oblivious Ruby’s face...though considering Ruby’s eyes were closed in apparently bliss as she sucked on her older sister’s fat tit, Blake supposed that the younger sibling could be forgiven for missing her older sister being a fucking tease.
Blake’s own hand crept down towards the apex of her thighs, slipping up the humid expanse of her skirt, and fingers pressing against the front of her damp panties...shuddering as her fingers touched the hidden bump of her clit as Yang gently began to play with her breast, index finger and thumb circling the untouched nipple, pinching and pulling it, small streams of milk spraying from the teat and onto Yang’s leg and somewhat the floor.
Part of Blake’s mind howled at the unjust waste, but she didn’t dare make a sound. While Weiss was still going to be in her notes for at least until a half hour before dinner, Ruby would definitely notice her making any noise, and she wasn’t going to be bringing any more embarrassment to herself by getting caught by the younger of the two sisters.
Ruby broke away again, shoving her last few cookies into her mouth (making her cheeks puff up like a chipmunk) before she attached to Yang’s breast one final time, sucking harder and harder, pushing herself closer to the curvaceous form of her sister.
Blake blushed brightly, no longer even hiding behind her book, instead slowly teasing herself as she watched Ruby suck on her older sister’s breast and Yang tease her other one playfully while maintaining eye contact.
A low whine formed in her throat as she saw white dribble down Ruby’s chin and onto her skirt, showing just how fast she was drinking, though Blake couldn’t tell if it was because of the heinous waste of delicious dairy, or the fact that her fingers were rubbing against her clit through her silk panties.
Eventually, Ruby’s frantic sucking waned, and she pulled back (slowly, stretching Yang’s nipple clearly away from the fat udder it was attached to) before it fell free with a pop!, the fat breast wobbling, the nipple slick with a mixture of saliva and dairy.
Licking her lips, Ruby stood up. “Thanks, Yang! That tastes even better than I remember! I better get this plate back to the student kitchens!” she chirped, gathering the plate with cookie crumbs and taking off in a swirl of roses...with Weiss still noticing nothing, absorbed in her studies.
“So, tell me, Blake~” Blake’s eyes flicked back to Yang, who had discarded her top completely, and was reclining back, dragging a hand down her side, “Care to help me empty out the other breast? Ruby won’t be back for a while, and Weiss isn’t going to pay attention for even longer…”
Blake was off her bed before she even registered it, burying her face against Yang’s chest and attaching herself like a hungry kitten, sucking deeply, purring shamelessly as the milk flowed out of the firm bud and over her tongue.
As Yang’s hand moved up and rubbed the base of her ears, she collapsed against her, melting into a puddle of contented kitty.
Life was good.