This story has two versions, one told in first person, and one told from the perspective of a nameless male (this one). Should it interest you, the alternate version is here: /works/6065050

"I told you, he kissed me!" Weiss declared in an indignant tone, off put by an accusation. "We were partners for a project, we were working on it in the park, and then suddenly he kissed me! I'd never cheat on you with a guy like him," she said. continuing with a very annoyed glare, any sense of sincerity overshadowed by her blunt attitude.

"It took you long enough to break away. I saw you; you held it and you even closed your eyes. You liked it. You like him," said the man standing before the person he, at least until a very recent point, considered his girlfriend. "Now, who is he and do I need to deal with you or him?"

He thinks back to earlier that day. He was walking around the park for no particular purpose other than to pick up his girlfriend of several months, Weiss. Enjoying the serene calm of the breeze, he happened across her sitting dangerously close to a random student – male, flirtatious, and well within her range of attraction. After several jealous seconds, he noticed the copious amounts of textbooks and notes between them, and he released a sigh of relief. That is, until he took three steps towards them and was met with the scene that brought him to where he is now; the man had softly grasped Weiss by her cheek and drew her towards his lips, bringing her into a close and passionate kiss. He would be more than willing to accept her argument that the boy was the sole instigator if not for her noticeably confused face changing into a welcome blush, then for her to close eyes for several seconds before an angry grunt caused her to push him away with a slap. To make it worse, her new friend saw the figure now before him, deduced the situation in a matter of milliseconds, then ran as fast as his genius mind told him to after he hastily grabbed his backpack. After a few brief and meaningless stutters, Weiss collected the scattered notes left behind, calmly placed them in her backpack, and noted that people were around and beginning to turn their heads. A quick and silent trip later, he stood before her in a secluded room, waiting for her to convince him not to dump her.

"He's in my class, we had a project, and he thought he could get lucky. Personally I think he's a bit annoying, and clearly he doesn't understand boundaries. Everyone should know we're dating by this point," she said softly, her face turning away with a pout as it reddened slightly with her words. "How dare he? And how dare you accuse me of not being faithful!?"

"I'm hesitant to believe you. And you virulently defending yourself like this isn't exactly helping. You didn't break away until you noticed me," the man retorted, face setting in a stern hardness, tone matching as his voice raised.

In his heightened sense of awareness and anger, he thought back to all the times she looked at other people, exaggerating her lust in his mind. Each face became that of her project partner, sans that one time he was convinced she was checking out an attractive girl in the class he shared with her who happened to have a shorter skirt than usual. He was and is willing to let that one slide, as he took part in the gazing himself, much to her annoyed, yet understanding chagrin. The man notes she forgave him for that, even saying she didn't blame him, and he begins to simmer down a bit, cursing his hormones as he begins to feel blood rushing downward. Sex was not something he wanted on his mind, considering the growing possibility of losing his beautiful and up until this point willing partner, whom he had shared a reasonable amount of intimate time with.

"Please just calm down a bit."

"It's hard to calm down when the person I've told too many secrets to starts swapping spit with some prick in her history class. Were you planning on telling me if I wasn't there?"

"Not if you were going to get like this! You're taking this way too seriously!" She screamed, back on the defensive as her eyes grew sharper.

"You say that as if I've done something wrong!" he said, his voice raising again. "You're the guilty party here. Are there any other project partners I should know about?"

"No! And there weren't to begin with!"

"Convince me otherwise."

"In the months we've been together, have I ever done anything more than look at another guy? You've helped yourself to a few glances at Yang, so you can't blame me for that. Don't pretend you're subtle about it; she sure isn't."

Weiss crossed her arms, closed her eyes and lifted her chin. Her face was defiant and upturned, waiting for a response. She looked powerful, even if she was significantly shorter than the man in front of her. Whether due to her defined and attractive stature or the reminder of her teammate's substantial cleavage, he felt more blood rushing towards his quickly rising erection. His pants felt significantly tighter as he reminded himself that she has been faithful without a doubt up until this point.

"...No, you haven't. With the amount of exposed abs in this city, I can't exactly hold it against you. Still, you're going to have to do some make up work, because I never locked lips with your walking cocktease of a teammate, willingly or otherwise."

"As if you'd say no," she giggled, voice calming as she opened her eyes and relaxed her hands slightly. "Though I'd wish she wouldn't answer the door when she's half..." she started as she casually glanced downward, her eyes quickly being drawn to her boyfriend's bulging zipper, "...naked."

A coy smile slowly spread across her face as it reddened. Her posture relaxed as she suddenly lit up with renewed enthusiasm, eyes being forcibly torn from the man's pelvis.

"Maybe there's a way that I can remind you that you deserve me..." she mewled seductively as she drew close to his body and traced a finger down his chest, stopping before the belt. "Why don't we have a little date night? And depending on whether or not you... forgive me," she pauses, locking her eyes with his, "I may just forgive you for not trusting me more."

Her words took a while to reach him. Even after all this time spent with her, he had never seen her more... ambitious. He reverted control of his body back to his brain and considered his next words carefully.

"You're paying, but I can get behind this, among other things."

"Oh, a double entendre... Deal, but don't get too ahead of yourself. Why don't I go get dressed? Give me an hour."

The man felt significantly better about his day and his relationship with Weiss.

An hour and some later, the man, significantly better dressed, stood outside Team RWBY's dorm with a renewed enthusiasm about life. A third series of knocks was met with more cries of, "Just a second!" before the door was finally opened to an equally dressed up Weiss; her hair was up even more than usual, her make up bringing out the best features of her face (though the man never did mind the scar to begin with), and her dress was white and tight and something to behold. With a wave goodbye, she sashayed out the door, cheekily smiling as she winked at her partner for the night and allowed an excellent view of her rear. The highlighted hips swung back and forth, intentionally more than usual as a starting gift. The man peeked his head through the door and say a quick hey to Ruby, Blake and... a half dressed Yang that made no attempt to cover her near bursting bra. He was certain she was making to squeeze her perfect tits for him specifically, but reminding himself of his past conversation and his potential future, he ducked out before giving Weiss more reasons to not be pleased, even if she's the one on the wrong side.

"I swear Blondie's after me. Shame I'm a one girl kind of guy," he said with a smirk, grabbing said girl around her accentuated waist.

"Watch yourself. Tonight, I'm making sure you realize that I'm a one guy kind of girl," Weiss replied, somewhat annoyed.

With a significantly lighter atmosphere accompanying the trip to the downtown locale of Vale, the man and his girlfriend arrived at a fancy restaurant, got seated, and enjoyed a pleasant time as a couple. Flirtatious remarks bounced between the two of them as the man began to forget why he was angry to begin with, least of all due to the subtle hints aimed at him regarding what lay beneath the already slinkier than normal dress. Between waiters rushing in and around their seats, he reached below the tablecloth and elicited a few yelps from a reddening Weiss as he gently rubbed her thighs, much to her combined chagrin and pleasure.

The night passed on better than either of the two would have expected, and soon they found themselves back on campus. Alone. The man thanked any and all gods that his other team members promised to stay out for the night. His teasing and toying over the course of dinner had accomplished the goal it was meant to; Weiss' face shone bright red as she near wriggled around as she stood, clearly horny and needing.

"Why don't I freshen up a bit?" she started, in between mismatched, heavy breaths.

"And maybe get a bit more comfortable?" Without waiting for answer, she dropped her purse on a desk and headed into the bathroom.

Almost out of habit, the man checked his scroll to try and save some of his excitement for as long as Weiss felt he needed to. Deleting a few odd messages, he stumbled as he came across one from Yang headlined, "About Weiss..." that was sent shortly after the two had left. Clicking on it, it expanded and allowed itself to be read.

"She told us about what happened today. She also told us that this wasn't the first time, and it felt like it wasn't the last, either. She's my teammate and my friend, but that isn't something that you should do to a person. I don't know if you want to talk about it with her over wherever your going, but I'm telling you this because you need to know."

He closed the message without replying and manually steadied his hastening breath. A knock from the bathroom cut him off before he could form a proper thought on his next move. The decision was made easier as his lying, cheating girlfriend stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but lace and frills.

Her hair, usually set in the high, off-center ponytail was instead drawn tightly back behind her head, drawing all of her hair out of her face. The thinnest white straps held up minuscule white triangles that covered soft, white skin. On either side, slightly pink circles formed points, her erect nipples peeking through the fabric. Excess cloth drips down from the edges, forming a needless but appreciated trim. A completely transparent skirt technically covered a pair of lacy white panties, and a quick turn and flourish revealed a negligible thong. Long white stockings graced her legs as she started slowly stepping forward.

"How do I look?" she said, acting as if she couldn't tell.

The man's arousal overwhelmed his anger, but only for a moment. A plan formed in his head that satisfied both his primal urges and his need for immediate vengeful action. He took full advantage of the fact that she was still willing to "forgive" him without a second thought. She was consenting, after all, and grand ambitions require a bit on both sides. He would question how far she would go to earn his forgiveness, but the lingerie was new, purchased for a certain purpose, and was clearly about to serve said purpose.

"Why don't you turn around for a bit? Something about that skirt..."

As she obliged with a giggle, he went about setting his scroll to record and propped it up in the best angle of his bed space that he could get, but not before grabbing a prolonged intro shot of her shapely body for the future.

"Come here."

"I intend to," she said, carefully calculating each step in the most erotic walk she could manage with her current heart rate. She made for her partner's neck and traced down, kissing his collarbone as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Something wrong?" she questioned, noticing her pleasure's disparate enthusiasm to her scantily clad form as she raised her head. "Normally you're a bit more grabby."

"Why don't we try something else?" he responded, darting his eyes downward towards the bulge in his pants.

Her face proceeded to glow red as it turned into a smug smirk. Understanding the message, she lowered her arms and did away with the intrusive belt, tossing it to the ground. With a flourishing shimmy, she wriggled out of her negligible panties, leaving the transparent skirt. Her bra came next, falling to the ground as she undid a zipper. Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee Dust Corporation, now stood before a man and, unbeknownst to her, a camera, functionally naked, driving for sex, and lowering the man's pants.

The man's erection sprung forth as his boxers were removed, dangerously close to Weiss' lowering face as she bent over. He placed a hand on her head and pushed downward, forcibly.

"Oh, I see... I'd say you earned it, making me feel all special," she responded, lowering herself gently to her knees, directed by her partner's hand. "I have something special for you, in fact." She reached over and grabbed her purse, searched around for a few seconds, then retrieved several neatly cut gemstones. "I'm not too good at casting without a bit of Dust, so I made sure to grab some extra. Tell me when you're ready."

Before the man could question her further, she began. Gripping the Dust in one hand, she used the other to grab the prominent shaft before directing her mouth around it. As the organ's owner attempted to check that his scroll was still recording, he was suddenly overcome with pleasure and reeled back. His throbbing erection burned with ecstasy as Weiss wrapped her face around it, making sure no part went without being massaged by her lips. Not forgetting his mission, the man overcame his urge to do so, grabbed his scroll and made sure to get every conceivable angle of the heiress mid-blowjob. His free hand found the back of her head and directed it further, drawing it back and forth as he pushed and pulled her ponytail to muffled cries of pleasure and pain.

Finding himself close to finishing after several joy-filled minutes, the man placed the scroll back on the dresser, angled it just right once more, then tapped the side of Weiss' head to denote his incoming climax. Without skipping a beat, she raised some of the Dust she had grabbed, causing a black circle to appear around the man's waist and lower to his knees before disappearing, passing through Weiss' face and the contents of her mouth. In a way he couldn't fully explain, he felt his erection... Extend. As it burst into the mouth of the person it was currently occupying, the pleasure of the orgasm rang out through the man's entire body before holding itself there. He had seen this use of her Semblance before, but never in this way; occasionally when fighting, his sexual partner summoned a glyph that ended up slowing down her opponent, but now her hereditary gift is being used to prolong the climax of his own hereditary gift. For several times longer than normal, the pure bliss of completion took hold over his body. He managed to keep standing purely out of willpower as Weiss withdrew from her work, liquid dropping out of her grinning lips, pleased by her pleasing.

"I'm going to take a minute to clean up," she declared after swallowing the contents of her mouth, lapping up the dribble. "Why don't you recharge, and then it can be my turn?"

Wiping her face, she raised more Dust and summoned a glowing gold glyph underneath her freshly emptied partner. Instantly, he felt the strength returning to his body as his internal clock charged forward. He recalled that she refers to this as, "Haste," and he felt the effects work as he once again stared at her exposed ass through the transparent skirt as she disappeared behind the bathroom door. Despite having just emptied himself, he felt his erection climb up once more.

"Ready!" she gleefully shouted as she tossed open the door after several minutes. The excitement of the man before her throbbed harder as he looked upon her with one arm cupping her breasts and the other reaching under her skirt and toying with her glistening womanhood. As she drew close, he tore off the transparent cloth with a single swift motion, and she responded with a pleasant gasp.

"It was getting in the way," he declared to shining, lustful eyes as he threw Weiss to the bed as she reveled in his control. Still standing, he pushed her legs aside and started at her waist, listening to her mewl as he worked his hands around her hips, teasing fingers drawing lower and lower before returning upward. Her lower body glistened from the lust coming from her as he drew his fingers up her body, stopping at her breasts.

"Not.. just yet," Weiss managed in between heavy gasps for breath. With a small flourish, another embroidered golden circle appeared under her, further hastening her breathing as she sped up her body. As the man gently brushed her small breasts and drew over her nipples, she involuntarily responded with several high pitched, sped up moans of joy hastened by her glyphs.

Egged on by her vocalizations, the man inserted himself into Weiss, her legs wrapping around his waist in a soft vice. Instantly, she responded by stifling her screams as her body began rhythmically moving, pleasuring both herself and her partner as they shared each other. Removing his hands from her breasts, he ran them through her silken white hair and removed the clip holding her ponytail. Her snowy locks fell over her face in a perfect mess as he tossed the clip aside. She managed to force a few noises that resembled, "Harder," to which he responded by grabbing the freshly released hair and pulling as tight as he could as he thrusted further into her several times. Her ecstasy began overtaking her as she let loose several, unhindered cries of pleasure, likely reaching across the entirety of the campus.

"Keep going! I'm almost there!" Weiss screamed as her joy began to feel his own climax reaching the limit. She tried to raise her arm to cast something, but the man pinned her arm to the bed, preventing her from doing so. Wordlessly, he removed his shaft from her womanhood and drew her ear to his mouth to gasps of protest. As she squirmed in unfulfilled pleasure, he whispered into her ear.

"Yang messaged me about your conversation regarding your new friend. Now, I want you to beg for my forgiveness and your pleasure. But first, let me let you forgive me," the man demanded to a mewling Weiss, who drew back in shock, shame and lust. Still writhing from her hastened desire to orgasm, she shakily dropped to the ground as her eyes narrowed sorrowfully from understanding and once again began pleasuring the man with her mouth, wrapping it around his member covered in her own fluids without question. As he felt himself about to climax again from the heightened speed motions of her mouth and free hand, he released her other, shaking arm and watched as she cast again, drawing out his climax to sonorous levels of length and pleasure. Her mouth filled and overflowed again as he released into her and lifted her back onto bed, satisfied with her work. She wriggled uncontrollably in her unfulfilled state, hot liquid dripping from her mouth as she swallowed her controller's load for the second time.

"Beg," the man demanded, placing his hands on her hips and tracing small circles acrossher trembling body.

"Please," she begged, mewls of pleasure returning as her sex was teased.

"More."

"Please! I'm so close!" she squirmed.

"More."

"I made a mistake! I should never have thought about cheating on you!" she struggled to say in between throes of joy and expectancy.

"Closer."

"I can probably convince Yang to join us next time! I'll never think about going behind your back ever again! Now please let me!" she gasped out as the man drew ever closer to her trembling womanhood.

"I'm fine with this, but I'm not letting you off — get off — that easy. You finish," the fulfilled said as he removed his hands from her quivering body. "And say my name for the camera. Don't worry, this is between us, unless you feel like lying again." He grabbed his scroll and pointed it at the ivory form as she trembled, capturing her gorgeous nude state, trapped in a begging non-climax.

Attempting to stare in disbelief, Weiss resigned herself to her well-deserved fate, stared her boyfriend in the eyes with a look of passion, lust, and regret, then moved her hastened hand towards her glistening thighs. Her other arm cupped her breast and started toying with her nipple as she reached a finger into herself, moaning in a now unrestrained masturbation.

The grinning man captured the perfect image recording of Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, pleasuring herself while screaming his name. She climaxed almost immediately due to her glyph enhanced sensitivity and speed, attempting to cover the brunt of her cry with her free hand. Taking full advantage of her haste state, she continued rubbing herself. Climaxing several more times, she screamed her partner's name over and over again, all while maintaining eye contact with both the man before her and his scroll. As her back arched for the final time, she plopped down onto the bed with tears of joy in her eyes before turning to him once again. She spent several minutes staring at his form as her body recovered from the overload of pleasure, naked body in a pure, unrestricted view, soft skin shining white, lower parts glistening.

"I'm done. I don't think I can go on," whimpered the nude figure before the man in a pleasant tone as she adjusted herself to lay on her stomach and faced him, feet waving casually in the air and hands propping her face up. "I meant what I said; I'm not going to think about other people, especially not after seeing you so... Commanding. It felt good to be someone else's for a bit. And you were so powerful about it."

The man tore his eyes away from her exposed body and stopped recording. He hiked up his pants, zipped up, moved a chair next to the bed and sat down. "I'm starting to forgive you, but it's going to take a bit more than you masturbating for me to trust you fully again."

"Would talking to Yang help? Seeing as she understands the situation."

"She would help a significant amount."

"I'll see if I can convince her. Want to make out?"

"Considering the contents of your mouth, that can wait," the man grinned as Weiss turned bright red and flustered. He laughed and began petting her hair lovingly, almost forgetting that she was naked on his bed in a moment of intimacy. Her current form was that of satisfaction, glory, and picturesque romance, yet felt comforting and surprisingly non-sexual with the context removed; the pair sat in a way that they wished could last ages more, least of all because of the nudity on one part. She finally snorted in response after fully grasping the meaning of what was said, embarrassed, but laughed regardless.

"Taking it on the chin?"

"Watch yourself, boy."

The man felt significantly better about his day and his relationship with Weiss.