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Summary: Jaune and Yang have been dating for a few weeks, but recently, she's been feeling kind of anxious due to the upcoming Vytal Tournament. Jaune's always nearby, though, to comfort her. [Shameless Smut, some kinks (subtle, not really named explicitly)] [despite the allusion to it, there is no verbal comforting - it just jumps right into smut right after some shipbuilding]

Character(s): [Jaune A., Yang X. L.]

Genre(s): Romance

Ratings: MA

Warning(s): Sexual content.

Language(s): English : English ;

Crossover(s): RWBY: Dragonslayer AU, secret au

Beta(s): N/A.

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Chapter #1: "Tame"

Jaune was worth her time. Just kind enough to consider everything someone needed, especially someone he coveted. He was just the perfect person and so unlearned that she could mold him into a good cast, should she feel like it.

He was warm. It was saying something considering all she was, as he described: a literal ball of energy, a brilliant fire, a dazzling woman, hot, though that last one was said only the one time and not particularly repeated again, and she wouldn't expect less due to his embarrassed reaction for being so candid.

She loved him. She's made that clear. She said it first, much to his surprise. He repeated it back to her, of course, always the gentleman. "I love yous" were traded often after that, and more often during the dates.

They were just movies, then restaurants came into the picture, then the pre-Vytal Festival carnivals and fairs. Apparently, having seven sisters granted him the skills to win so many items for her, Yang couldn't keep all of them out on her part of the dresser, so she periodically switched them from the ones that had to sit in the closet and wait their turn. Jaune loved each of them and loved the outings more; to the point where Ruby had to put her foot down as they were losing closet space to hold their teammates belongings.

Weiss had supported the relationship, for all her icy demeanor. She admitted it kept his dorky charms off her back, all the while indulging her own ulterior motives - nurturing a budding couple. She regulated things for them and basically acted a mother for the two; acted an anchor to mediate miscommunications and conflicts that may lead to breakups. Beyond that, she referred to Blake to prevent sexual actions from occurring.

It was laborious to just keep their hands off of each other.

She played the third wheel and let nothing more than the occasional smooch and hand holding to go further than just before first base - though they have, and Blake caught them in the middle of a Vacoan kiss, and didn't stop them, but scolded them afterwards (when Yang stopped, since she was prolonged the kiss just to embarrass Blake, and it worked).

Ruby only attempted to regulate Yang's item receptions from Jaune, as he had a wanton habit of cooking her food in the school kitchens and then personally delivering that food directly to their dorm room every morning and every dinner. On Saturdays, if they weren't already headed out on a date, he'd deliver lunch to her door, too.

He figured out early that Yang had an avid sweet tooth for vanilla items, so there were those, too.

Every night, it infuriated Ruby to have to sit and listen to them cuddling since the bed would creak, so she had cross bracings installed under her bed to reduce the sound. Though with Weiss and Blake occasionally getting up to tell 'em off, the irritation remained. Oh, sure, they'd stop for a little while, but then they'd get all cuddly again and Ruby would just have to bear it again until Weiss and Blake scolded them again, but tonight was different.

They were quieter, but she could still hear just the tiniest of things.

For some reason, she couldn't keep her mouth shut, even if she was just as miffed as he was about intrusions from her teammates. As much as he knew he was intruding on them, this was quality time spent with his girlfriend, and he wouldn't have them intruding on him.

So he tied a makeshift gag in her mouth.

It was a spontaneous thought, lecherous too, but he needed her to be quiet so they could explore freely, and his method worked perfectly. It wasn't rope; it wasn't bungee cord; it definitely wasn't a whip salvaged from Blake's secret stash - that Jaune only knew of thanks to Yang - if they were feeling kinky, but it worked well enough.

Her hair.

He knew ahead of time that her hair was precious, its touch reserved only for those family to her. He felt it: it was soft, strong when he pulled, it smelled of lavender and roses, and was definitely warm at all times. How it kept its thermal energy was a topic for another time - likely something to bring up to Professor Brance on the basis of Yang's semblance being the culprit, but again, he digressed.

Two liberal amounts of strands from around her head were tied together in between her teeth, twisted in such a manner to increase its strength, like spidersilk. He expertly braided it between his forefingers and thumbs and tightened it like he was tying his shoes - though with the way she was distracting him during the process, he may as well have tied his damn shoes together.

Let it be known that Yang Xiao Long was a power top. She ground on him while he was busy, fumbling his fingers around each strand of golden strings, trying desperately to keep his attention on his appointed task. Through their constricting clothing, they felt each other - wet and hard. Her warm core dripped sweet juices upon his hardening member, determined to coax it into her awaiting folds.

Their clothes out of their minds but still so compressing on their bodies, Jaune finally noticed the moistness once he had come out of his stupor. Since Yang couldn't quite give commands herself while her mouth was occupied - and he noted he wouldn't be getting oral tonight because of this decision to gag her - he could give orders himself. She seemed eager to follow when he did, too, much to his early on confusion.

"Take our clothes off," he said huskily, and he noticed that her eyes lost some color, dulling to a soft purple as a haze of lust overcame her from the demand and she quickly moved to undo his belt buckle, floundering and fingers unable to undo the belt quickly enough, but she eventually removed the belt.

Meanwhile, Jaune focused on massaging her shoulders under the clothing, easily kneading her tense muscles into pleasurable slackened sinews dancing under her skin. Her body shivered involuntarily under his ministrations and vigorous strokes, air escaping through her nostrils to release her sighs, having been occluded by her own hair.

His hands slowly moved its way upwards towards the back of her neck, molding her skin under his skeletal fingers, and her fingers' actions of divesting them of their clothing increased in speed, struggling to take them off. A soft growl escaped through her nose, but he quickly shushed her gently and patted her head.

She leaned into his touch, but he just as quickly withdrew his hand and she mewled quietly, but maintained her silence as he urged her to do, and continued to do as he demanded. His arms moved of their own accord when she removed his button down shirt, making it easy for her. And she took off his pants with muted annoyance.

Once his pants had hit the floor, she climbed back over him, content to grind on him through her lower pyjamas, but he wasn't quite okay with that, so he reached down and distracted her with one hand under the hem of her pants, stroking the nub at the top of the hill, then his other hand began to tease her folds through the fabric.

One finger pressed out and she struggled to bite back a moan, but instead of rubbing, he quickly tore a hole through it with a tiny burst of aura. Her eyes widened in realization as his finger speared her, but the pleasure derived from having one of his digits enter her quickly deterred he growing anger for the damage. Her eyes held the barest tint of red in them, but was quickly mitigated back to its dull purple.

Her hands, free of the quest of disrobing the two of them, quickly snaked around him as she ground down on his slithering hands and fingers, tightly embracing him, breathing hard through her nostrils. Her eyes shut hard, feeling sparks beginning to travel up and down her spine, impacting in her skull into tiny fireworks and racing into her nether regions to coat it with spicy explosions. A cord was welling in her core, threatening to snap.

"Awnnn..." she moaned through her hair, but it was muffled to the point of where he could barely hear it, though he knew she called his name.

He brought his mouth up to her earlobe, biting gently, and making her movements much more hurried. "Yes, my little dragon?"

"May me um!"

He suddenly thrust a second finger into her and she breathed through her nose as hard as she could, panting. But before she could finish, he tossed her onto the bed, holding her down by her breasts through her orange shirt, and diving into her muff, unshaven and golden, with the pungent smell of her nectar. His tongue lashed out and into her.

She tried to scream, but the way Jaune tied her hair, it was like a brick wall.

Several jets of quim slammed into his face at full force, continuing on for a long period of time as he lapped it up, drinking it, something she could hear and likely released more to. Having been so overcome by the pleasure, she hadn't even thought to wrap her legs around his head to press him further into herself, thus ending her first climax of the night earlier than she would later have wanted.

Before she could recover from the mind shattering orgasm, he wrapped his arms under her thighs and pulled as he straightened out, his hardening member under his boxers making harsh contact with her ass, though since her pants were still on and he still wore his boxers, there was no smack, which meant her other three teammates wouldn't wake to stop them.

Yang, seeming to be of the same mind, turned her head towards Ruby's bunk with wide, shining cyan eyes, initially frightened by the prospect of her young and innocent sister learning of their current, bacchanalian activity. But, a moment later, and her eyes returned to a dull purple as he removed his large member from the confines of his boxers and began to part her folds without entering, only sandwiching it like a hot dog.

He leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "You like the risk of being found out, don't you, you dirty slut?"

She turned her head and lifted up, pulling him down with her chin so that his mouth was flush with her shoulder, and he took the hint, biting down hard and causing her aura to sparkle, springing to life. The pain was enough that her semblance kicked into overdrive, filling her with adrenaline and absorbing the licentious 'attack' that her body had perceived.

Her legs hooked around his waist, heels digging into his back and pulling, drawing his member into her smoothly, unburdened by obstacles. Though their first time was particularly messy and more of a grapple spar than an actual sexual activity, their mutual porn watching sessions certainly helped.

He bit back as much of a groan as he could from the sudden burrowing of his dick, and it came out as if he was stridulating. Still, she enjoyed it for what it was worth, smiling as his opened his mouth wider, moving inward, and bit down again, taking more of her skin into him. Simultaneously, he buried himself further, and she gasped through her nose again, head impacting the bed beneath her.

She raked her nails down his back, and felt his aura coming to life, surrounding each of her digits like she had just placed them in half inch ice water. The flames regrowing in the pit of her stomach were allayed by his frosty aura glowing about him faintly as he drew it to specific locations. Like his hands which were under her shirt and palming her breasts, and she arched her back, pushing her breasts into his cold palms, nipples popping under the cool sensation. He focused it on his legs for power as he slowly thrusted into her; he focused it on his dick he could spear her with more friction.

Her aura began to undeniably illuminate now, though its brightness was still dim enough to prevent other parties in the room from awakening. The bed's movement was so little thanks to the cross bracing installed to maintain stability, so when he began to thrust into her more fervently, he could do so without fear of waking up her other team members.

He took his mouth off of her shoulder and briefly admired the way the skin glowed gold over the damage he'd caused with his teeth, before moving to lick her ear. He wondered if she could even register it over everything else he'd been doing to her, but mentally shook his head before speaking. "You're so tight," he whispered into her ear.

She tried to speak, but it only came out in unintelligible muffled moans, though he supposed she said something along the lines of, That's because you're so fucking big, as she'd been known to repeat before.

While he was rather girthy for a dorky kid, he wasn't exactly forearm width, but she was still a snug fit around him, undulating muscles working him up to speed and to his coming climax. He struggled to maintain his breathing, so that someone - more likely Blake - wouldn't be able to wake up to heavy breathing and investigate. Still, he continued to slam into her, clothing preventing the slapping from occurring.

Then finally, he removed himself from Yang, brought her legs together, and continued thrusting between the warm thighs cupped tightly by thin cloth. He pulled his hands away from her breasts long enough to draw her shirt up so not only could he see the underside of her boobs, but he could also finish on her stomach.

He thrusted one final time, shooting his seed all over her belly for several strands. Yang's head finally came back up, only for her right eye to shut as a particularly strong ejaculation landed on her face. She quickly retrieved a hand from his back to pick some up and lick it off her finger. Such an action had caused Jaune's member to become aroused again, rock hard and ready to reenter its tamed dragon.

But Yang quickly sat up and pointed at the wall to her right, and he took the answer.

They scrambled off the bed as quickly as they could without waking up her feline partner.

End Chapter 1

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