Pressure Points 002

Yang grimaced as she reached for the book on the top shelf, her back and shoulders flaring with a dull ache. Grabbing hold of the spine, she pulled it from its perch before returning to her table, her younger sister Ruby and Blake, her partner, waiting for her. Something must have shown in her expression because Ruby shot her an inquiring look.

“Are you okay?”

Blake paused in her writing, glancing up quickly in concern. Yang waved it off, but neither missed the way her face twitched.

“Yang?” Blake questioned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she tried to play it down but she quickly saw that neither of them were buying it. “Really – I just need to get some new bras. The support is lacking and... I’ve grown again.”

Blake looked sympathetic – and envious, amber eyes flitting down to eye Yang’s very impressive chest. Even with her uniform jacket, it did little to hide the way her breasts stretched the material of her white dress shirt. Despite the pain her girls were causing her right now, she smirked.

Don’t get her wrong; Yang loved that she was particularly blessed in the breast department. Not only did she like the looks of envy other women gave her but she also enjoyed the looks of longing men shot her when they thought she wasn’t looking. She was hot stuff and she knew it, and her large breasts only added to the total package that was Yang Xiao Long. She was pretty, outgoing, funny and had a body that put professional models to shame! It also made teasing guys so much easier, waving her assets under their nose and watching them struggle to remain unaffected by her.

What straight, hot blooded male didn’t love plump tits?

But for all their upsides – their shape, their perk, their symmetry – they also came with downsides, few as they were. Even so, they existed, and one of those downsides was the fact that her bras often failed to provide them with the proper support they needed.

Big tits were heavy. Who would have thought, huh?

Finding the perfect bra was a pain, and then having to replace them because she was still in the midst of growing into a woman even more so. When she approached the end of a cup size and required to step up, it was particularly brutal. The strain on her upper back and shoulders was considerable.

Especially on days where they had Combat Class. Even a sports bra could only do so much when she was moving around at such high speeds, doling out punishment and taking names.

Stretching her back, she groaned as she thrust out her chest, arching over the back of her chair in an attempt to straighten out her posture. There was blessed relief... for all of five seconds. As soon as she sat forward, she felt her muscles spasm.

“Urgh,” she groaned.

“It can’t hurt that much,” Ruby rolled her eyes, full of doubt. “I feel like you’re just being dramatic.”

“You wouldn’t know because you have tiny tits.”

Ruby wasn’t phased at all by the insult. Her innocence protected her against such shame.

She just shrugged in the face of Yang’s attack.

Yang scowled. “You won’t be saying this when you’re older.”

...though now that she thought about it, Summer wasn’t particularly large. At least, not compared to Raven. She wasn’t small but not big, either. Summer Rose fell in the middle ground. Maybe Ruby wouldn’t find out the pains of a full figured body after all.

Yang clucked her tongue, annoyed that she was now thinking about her bio-mom. The only good thing Raven gave her were her genetics, as much as Yang wanted to deny it. Raven was hot. Smoking hot. A gorgeous face that Yang inherited, though with raven black hair and vibrant red eyes. As much as it pissed her off, facts were facts.

“Whatever,” Ruby said, disregarding her words. “If you’re in so much pain, you should get Jaune to give your shoulders and back a rub.”

Yang blinked. “What?”

“He’s really good at it,” Yang thought her sister was trying to be funny but her face was completely serious. “Trust me. Ten minutes and you’ll be as good as new.”

“How do you know this exactly?”

That was Blake.

“Because he did it for me,” Ruby said, as if that should have been obvious. “Though he didn’t do my back. He did my feet. They were really sore and he offered to rub them for me.”

Yang frowned.

“He wasn’t taking advantage of you, was he?”

Cold silver eyes stared at her, telling Yang exactly what Ruby thought about that question. Ruby was a very happy go lucky girl that it was surprising whenever she got truly angry, since it didn’t happen very often at all. When it did happen, though? Yang was reminded that her little sister took more than just her looks from Summer Rose. She had been a woman slow to anger but when she did reach that point?

Look out. Even her Uncle Qrow wouldn’t dare mess with their mother when she got into a foul mood, and Yang had tipped Ruby into that zone with her careless words.

It didn’t help that those hauntingly beautiful eyes were extremely expressive and off-putting, making Yang sit back and raise her arms. Her back twinged but she had bigger problems right now.

“Woah, hey – I’m just asking!” Yang said defensively.

“I expect that from Weiss,” Ruby said evenly. “Not from you.”

Blake looked between the two sisters, suddenly realizing that the conversation had taken a turn somewhere. Yang could see the surprise etched on her partner’s face. She’d never seen Ruby ticked off before.

“What am I supposed to think? He’s an older guy and you said he just offered to rub your feet? Of course I’m concerned!”

Ruby’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Okay, Yang knew she was being a little unfair. Jaune was a good dude and an even better friend, and he’d never given her reason to believe that he wasn’t. He was one of the few guys she knew that hadn’t instantly stared at her tits the first time they met, though maybe that was because he was too busy throwing up on her boots. But even the second and third times, and every time since, Yang had never caught him giving her babies the side-eye.

Maybe his tastes ran smaller. He did have a massive crush on Weiss, after all.

But even with Weiss, Yang thought he never overstepped. He tried to flirt with her and woo her with clever – and not so clever – pick up lines but he was never rude, or crude, or overdid it in any fashion. Sure, he couldn’t take a hint but he was harmless. He shot his shot, and when Weiss brutally turned him down, he went about his day and didn’t bother her again until enough time passed that it was totally acceptable that maybe, just maybe, she had changed her mind.

Not that she ever did.

But was it so strange for her to be concerned when a boy lay his hands on her little sister? She didn’t think so.

“Jaune wouldn’t harm Ruby,” much to both of their surprise, it was Blake that spoke up in his defense. “He isn’t that type of person.”

“I didn’t know you knew Jaune that well,” Yang commented, unsure. Had she missed something? “I don’t think I’ve seen you two speak more than a few words to each other.”

Blake shrugged. “We study together sometimes. He isn’t very good at History and so I’ve helped him out a few times, and in return, he has given me some pointers on our tactical theory work. He is... really good at it.”

Ruby nodded along happily. “Yeah. He scores really high in our leadership classes. Professor Peach loves him.”

“And I’ve known the types of guys you’re worried about,” Blake continued, a dark look crossing her features for a moment. “He isn’t one of them. Trust me.”

“Huh,” Yang said.

She supposed there was more to him than she thought. More to Blake, as well. What sort of guys did she know in the past? They sounded like bad news.

“So... you said he gives good rubs?”

Ruby beamed – and Yang was just happy that she wasn’t angry at her any more. Upsetting Ruby was the last thing Yang ever wanted to do. She loved her sister more than anything.

“The best,” Ruby confirmed with a proud nod. “And look! Here he comes now – Jaune, over here!”

“Wait, Ruby,” she tried to persuade her to stop but it was too late. Jaune spotted them, a wide smile settling on his face as he waved back and began making his way over. He wasn’t alone – Pyrrha Nikos followed in his wake, giving them a wave of her own.

“Hey Ruby,” Jaune greeted warmly. “Yang. Blake.”

“Jaune,” Blake nodded, and now that she’d mentioned it, Yang thought her eyes were a little soft as she gazed up at him.

“Hello,” Pyrrha said cheerily.

“Heya,” Yang grinned, holding out a fist, hiding her grimace as her back tightened. Pyrrha hesitated for a second before bumping their knuckles together.

“I – was that right?” Pyrrha asked, worried.

Yang smirked. “That was perfect.”

“Jaune, Jaune,” Ruby wiggled in her seat, drawing his attention. “Yang needs your help!”

“Ruby,” Yang groaned.

Jaune and Pyrrha both shot her curious looks.

“What’s up?” he asked.

Yang hesitated.

Maybe Ruby had the right idea. Her back and shoulders were only getting worse, and if she said he was good, then she believed her. And if he tried getting frisky with her, then Yang would put him through a wall. It wasn’t like she couldn’t. While he had shown great improvement in his recent fights, he was still a long way off being able to go toe to toe with any of them.

...and really, Jaune wasn’t the type of guy to do that. Ruby thought so, Blake thought so, and she thought so.

It was just... unusual, asking a boy that wasn’t family to do something like this, something that could be considered intimate by some.

She made her decision.

“Ruby said you helped her out with her feet,” she began. When he nodded, she said, “I have a sore back and my shoulders are aching really badly. Think you could help a girl out?”

He looked surprised.

“Er – I mean, sure?” he shrugged. “I’m more than happy to help.”

Ruby clapped. “Trust me. You won’t regret it.”

Her sister looked way too giddy and Yang wondered if she was being pranked.

“So,” Yang shot Jaune a smirk. “How do you want to do this?”

He looked around. “Um – how about we go somewhere more comfortable?” He then pointed over to a pair of couches, two of many that inhabited the library. “If we go over there, you can lay down.”

“R-Right,” she said, standing up. She wasn’t sure why she felt so nervous. “Lead the way, Vomit Boy.”

Jaune grimaced. “You aren’t ever letting that go, are you?”

Maybe the name was wearing a little thin. “Sorry. You’re doing me a favor, I shouldn’t be calling you that.”

Yang felt Ruby, Blake and Pyrrha watch her walk over to the couch, Jaune following behind. When she sat, he moved around the back.

“We’ll start with your shoulders,” he said. “Just take off your jacket and we’ll get started.”

Her dirty mind cackled at her, needling her about getting undressed for Jaune Arc of all people, a voice she brutally shut down. Unbuttoning her blazer, she carefully slipped out of it, her movements stiff. Folding it neatly, she set it on the low table and then leaned back, gathering her hair and pulling it around her front.

“Alright, just let me know if it hurts and I’ll stop,” he told her, and she nodded, tense as she waited for his touch. When his fingers rested on her shoulders, she almost jumped, even though she knew it was coming. Rubbing gently, his palms settled down and idly, she thought he had pretty big hands.

She’d never noticed before.

The discomfort was primarily in her trapezius muscle, around the base of her neck and extending along her shoulders before dipping lower, down the center of her back. Jaune wiggled his fingers, digging in lightly before rolling his wrists, pressing with his thumbs and rotating upwards. Even though the material of her shirt, she could feel the warmth radiating off his hands, and with a sigh, she leaned back further.

“Mm,” she hummed, feeling her body relax as he massaged her shoulders soothingly. “That feels nice.”

It did. There was no discomfort, no pain. As his warmth seeped into her skin, Yang rolled her neck lightly, feeling those aching muscles stretch.

“Where does it hurt the most?” he asked.

“Around the base of the neck,” she replied. “And lower – towards my shoulder blades.”

Jaune moved his hands inward, his thumbs digging in a little more firmly and Yang jolted, a twinge of soreness briefly radiating from where he touched before it was soothed away by his working fingers. An involuntary groan passed her lips.

“Here?”

She nodded, groaning again as he targeted that spot specifically. He worked his thumbs in rising, circular presses that caused pain to flare only for it to fade into a dull ache, and then relief. Yang squirmed, her thighs pressing together as she felt a comforting heat roll down her spine.

“Ah~!” she moaned softly, blinking rapidly as Jaune rocked his hands from side to side quickly, applying pressure a little deeper. She couldn’t help but arch a little bit, thrusting her chest out as her spine curved. “O-Oh, wow – that, uh – that feels fucking great!”

Yang couldn’t remember the last time someone had rubbed her shoulders or even given her any type of massage, but she couldn’t recall it ever feeling like this. Her body shuddered gently as he dug his thumbs in and rolled them up, before changing direction, twisting his palms outwards before pushing down.

“Oh, holy shit,” Yang swore, stiffening as something shifted under her skin. “Ah, fuck – what was that?”

“You’ve got some pretty bad knots,” he told her, jiggling his thumb right where it ached the worst. It hurt – but it also felt good, a strange combination that she couldn’t really explain. The best she could compare it to was when she used her semblance, that rush of fire as she converted any punishment she took into strength. But that was a decidedly different feeling, almost a high. This was something else. “I might have to get a little rough with them. Is that okay?”

“Uh – sure,” she said, bracing herself.

“Relax,” he told her softly, pulling back a little and rubbing soft circles, his other fingers gripping the top of her shoulders and squeezing them, soothing her. “Try not to tense up. I know it’ll be hard but it’ll make it a lot easier.”

“Right,” Yang inhaled slowly, holding it before releasing it. Her body sagged and she calmed down, shimmying to loosen her muscles. “Okay.”

“Good. That’s good.”

Yang grunted as he attacked viciously, applying pressure to the knots and working them with sure, even presses. When he twisted his thumbs while pressing in, she felt the exact moment when the tension released, a feeling of euphoria rolling through her. An embarrassing sound escaped her, one that could definitely be mistaken for something else but Jaune didn’t seem to take any notice of it, continuing his rub.

“I think I got them,” he said, now using his palms and rotating them as he dragged outwards, beginning near her spine. That rush of pleasure rolled down her back in a wave, moving lower and lower, and with mortification, Yang felt it pool messily in her belly. Fire curled, low and heady, a spark ready to ignite into something much larger.

There was no way...

She was not getting turned on by this! Not in a million years!

“You said it felt pretty bad around your shoulder blades?”

“Uh huh.”

His hands began moving lower, tracing the contours of her muscles before briefly pausing as they encountered her bra.

“Sorry,” he apologized automatically.

“It’s fine,” Yang assured him, re-activating her brain. She’d lost herself for a moment. “I know you aren’t doing anything bad.”

That was a fast turn around, wasn’t it? Her inner voice mocked her. She sighed as he started to rub around her upper back. When his fingers curled around her sides, cupping her ribs, she mewled before sweet agony shot through her, his thumbs finding where it hurt worst.

“Ah~! Mm, yeah – right there, Jaune,” she panted softly, rolling her shoulders. “Fuck, right there~!”

If anyone else was listening in without seeing what was actually going on, they would think something else was happening. She couldn’t help it, though, her heart thumping against her ribcage as he began working her over. Try as she might, she couldn’t stifle her moans of discomfort and pleasure, rolled into one, her pursed lips unable to contain them. That small fire in her tummy was blooming further, her crotch dampening as her skin tingled down her arms, up her neck, across her back where he was touching her and further south, along the length of her thighs and further between them.

Fuck, what was wrong with her? Jaune was just giving her a hand and here she was, panting like a dog in heat. Her traitorous pussy burned and no matter how tightly she clamped her thighs together, it did nothing to alleviate the growing itch.

And to think, she had been worried about Jaune.

He needed to be worried about her.

“Ahhnn~!”

Jaune lessened the pressure he was applying. “Did that hurt?”

It did – but it didn’t. Oh, how it didn’t!

“N-No, that was fine,” when had her voice ever sound so deep and husky. “Mm~! Keep going, Jaune. I think I’m almost there.”

That was an odd choice of wording but he didn’t notice, or if he did he wasn’t saying anything. His fingers tickled her ribs as he began really pressing in deep, working her knots in tight circles, the agony growing. Yang couldn’t help but arch away but he followed her, her chest heaving as she groaned.

And then that same euphoria flowed through her as the tension broke, her muscles relaxing in sweet relief. Yang sagged, her body wracked with warmth, a deep throb pounding through her hips, centered in her core.

What was this guy doing to her? She felt an ache of a different kind now.

He rubbed her back in gentle, soothing circles.

“How was that?”

“Amazing,” she said before she could stop herself, turning to face him. Yang felt a little out of it. “Jaune, that felt really good.”

He smiled at her. “I’m glad. You were really tense. How does it feel now?”

Yang moved her arms up and down, stretching out her back. The weight of her breasts were still putting a mild strain on her but it was noticeably less than before. The pain had been reduced tremendously.

“It feels great!”

Ruby had been right. She didn’t regret this one bit.

“You should probably take it easy on the training,” he told her. “Since your fighting style revolves around so much punching, it’s probably what caused it. I find that if I don’t stretch out after training, I get a little bunched up myself.”

“Oh, no – it’s because my tits are too heavy. I need to get a new bra.”

The words flowed before she even thought about what she was saying. Not that she was the type of girl to be embarrassed by a little oversharing, it was just that she didn’t expect to be comfortable enough with Jaune to say it so bluntly. Jaune blinked, startled.

“Oh,” he said.

His eyes briefly dipped before darting away.

“I guess that could do it.”

Yang smirked. Maybe bigger breasts were still on the menu for him, after all.

“Maybe you could help me out again. You know, the next time I’m feeling a bit stiff.”

Only next time, perhaps she’d make sure he didn’t have any stiffness that needed tending to. Maybe she wasn’t thinking straight right now, and later she would think differently but her tender insides agreed with her at that moment.