Male Reader x RWBY: Volume 3 / Reader x Yang Xiao Long

Chapter III: Growth

"Come one Yang." You laugh, offering her a hand up. "You gotta keep moving."

"Easy for you to say." She groans, massaging her lower back. "You haven't been getting knocked on your ass by your boyfriend for the last hour."

"True." You say as you put some distance between the two of you, preparing to go another round. "But you're the one who asked for my help. So, get your guard up."

"Come on." She whines. "Haven't we done enough training for today? You know Ruby, Weiss, and Blake are out for the day." She says with a seductive look.

"Oh, come one." You chuckle. "Don't tell me you're getting tired already."

"Pfft, no way." Yang smiles. "I'm just saying, if I'm gonna be sore for the next few days I'd rather it be from the bedroom."

You roll your eyes. "Tell you what. How about we make a little wager." You suggest. "If you can get me off my feet in the next thirty minutes, we'll call it a day and take our training to the bedroom."

Yang looks interested, her lips curling upwards into a small smirk.

"But," you continue, "if you can't, you agree to go another hour with no whining or complaining."

Yang takes a minute to contemplate your offer, biting her lip as she thinks about it. "And I just have to get you on the ground?"

"That's it." You nod.

"Alright. Deal."

"Good. Now, get your hands up."

Yang raises her hands in front of her face, her hands curled into tight fists. You raise your own arms, both hands open, your left hand extended about six inches past your right. Pointing her arms behind her, Yang fires a round from Ember Celica and launches herself towards you, her right arm cocking back for a devastating punch. As she's about to hit you, you intercept her punch and grab her by her wrist and collar and throw her over your hip. She lands with a painful crash, the wind leaving her lungs.

"What was the point of your guard if you're just going to drop your hands immediately?" You ask in amusement. "I keep telling you, hands up."

"I know, I know." She says frustratedly as she picks herself up.

This time, Yang keeps herself protected as she approaches more slowly. She throws a few punches which your dodge and redirect, weaving in and out of her arms and circling around her. A left jab comes at your face which you smack out of the way with your right hand, pinning her arm to her body. You aim a chop at her neck, but she raises her right arm in front of her face and catches your hand. Releasing her left wrist, your right arm reaches around her head and grabs her chin, twisting her head around and causing her body to turn so that her back is exposed. Trapping her arm behind her back in a painful lock, you kick the back of her knee so she drops to the floor.

"Your hands should never be static." You say in her ear. "Keep them moving, find a limb and trap it. Then attack."

"You're so loving this." She says breathlessly.

You say nothing, simply smiling before releasing her. Hands up, fighting position, another round. Yang's a bit more defensive, having learned that a head on approach will likely result with her on the ground. Testing the waters, she throws a quick jab which you simply push out of the way. She does this a few more times, even throwing in a few kicks, something you'd been adamant she add to her repertoire. As Yang sends another punch at you, you lift her arm out of the way and duck under it, swiftly moving behind her, smacking her ass on the way out.