Hey, readers. Welcome to another chapter of 'Whatever These Kids Call Love.' As a reminder, the characters in this story do not reflect their canon personality, thus acting extremely out of character. At some point, I will make a chapter explaining character dynamics. Aside from that, enjoy the story! This is an OOC Jaune x OOC Blake x OOC Yang (Bumbleby x Knightshade x Dragonslayer) love story.
Jaune only had a dollar and a dream. He wished he was speaking poetically but that was the truth. His car note bill came early and took the remaining funds from his savings. His food stamps wouldn't come for another couple of days. He didn't want to ask his parents because they have given his sister, Saphron a care package for her family and their second-child-to-be. Jaune slapped his face with his own palm, relishing in the moment of being a broke college student.
"Think you might need this." The voice he heard behind him belonged to his best friend, Ren. Dangling in his hand was a wrapper of wholesome goodness and easy cheer-upper.
"Fifty cent cakes," said Jaune as he delightfully took the cheap baked good.
"If he can't break bread, he's fake," replied Ren as he returned to the car.
Jaune and Ren were heading to work. Because Ren had the gas money, he didn't mind him carpooling. Since their Beacon days, there had each other backs like they were Butch and Sundance; Lone Ranger and Tanto; Mickey and Minnie Mouse.
"I am temp outta funds myself. I put enough in the tank to get us here and back," replied Ren as he closed the door.
"No worries. Hopefully, my EBT card kicks in time and I can hustle it before payday," said Jaune as he put his car into gear.
"Don't make sense, Jaune. How are we working at one of the best coffeehouses in the village, and remain broke?" Ren scoffed as he reached for the pack of cigarettes in his hand. Mevius, imported from Japan, unfiltered.
Jaune turned on his signal as he drove into the street. "Your cigarette habit could be the start." He snickered.
"Screw you, baka," replied Lie Ren.
"Easy, Katsuki!"
"Whatever, Deku." He looked at the window. "Sitting on peanuts until we get paid on Monday." He blew into the air. "And today's Tuesday."
"We can also get a loan."
"Nah! That's a trap. Won't get caught into the system."
"We can ask Goodwitch to advance it."
Lie Ren scoffed once more. "Please. I will sell my left kidney to the black market before allowing to ask her for an advance." He grabbed his portion of the pastry. "A bitch like her would keep us under her debt for life."
"Glynda isn't that bad."
"Alright, keep telling yourself." He glared at the windshield, a habit he did when in search of police. Especially on what he was planning to do.
"I will do what I can," answered Jaune as he sighed once more. "Until my lazy girlfriends can go out and get jobs."
Ren dropped his dime-sized baggie when Jaune abruptly braked.
"Jesus, Jaune. Give your passenger some warning, eh?"
"Learn how to budget and quit burning your money away literally."
"Yeah, yeah!" Lie Ren was licking his cigar paper. "I still am in shock that you are dating not one but two girls. And it's Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiao Long of all people." He whistled. "Lucky and jealous!"
Jaune laughed. "It's not easy as people make it out to be."
Lie Ren tasted his fingers of any residuals before lighting his morning blunt. Out of respect, the brunet lowered the window. He turned on some Nirvana as they were traveling on their thirty-minute commute to work. "C' mon, Jaune. One girl one day, another girl another day. You can have a combination and you can watch each other have pleasure. It's like PornHub but in real life."
"Once again, my perverted friend. It isn't like that," said Jaune as he switched lanes. "This isn't a relationship of lust." He had a small window to take a bite of his pastry. "It's deeper than that. Yang and Blake are girls I really care about and love. This isn't some get rock hard and fuck anytime kind of thing. We don't have orgies every day. Sometimes, nothing at all."
Ren nearly dropped his weed. "Seriously?" He waved his hand toward Jaune. "Feeling okay, buddy? Drinking the Kool-Aid, friend?"
Jaune overlooked his friend's disbelief as he turned up the volume to Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit." He knew someone like Ren, who was outside the circle of their home, wouldn't understand the dynamic of their relationship. Even in staying with them over the past few months, he is still learning the dynamic of their relationship.
Yang Xiao Long and Blake Belladonna were already an established couple back in their Beacon days. Jaune envied their relationship because of their tenacity and their commitment to each other. He was friends with them throughout their entire time in high school. He frequented parties with them, attending concerts, having smoking sessions, and even gone on vacations with them along with other people.
It was Yang that initiated the first move. It was at the end of the year senior party when Yang asked Jaune to hang out with her and Blake at Blake's beach house. At first, Jaune didn't think anything of it. He had spent alone time with them and nothing ever occurred. He looked at them as good friends and he had thought it would remain so.
Later that evening, he, Yang, and Blake were relaxing at the pool. Blake's parents were out of town. Matter of factly, the Belladonnas didn't even know their daughter was using their spare key to spend the weekend at their beach house.
They were smoking their rapier-laced marijuana. They were listening to trip-hop. Jaune sat in a bean bag chair. The girls were cuddled up in another bean bag chair across from him. Jaune was also drinking some gin, accompanied by some orange juice as he was enjoying their company.
Jaune could never forget the words that came from Yang's soft lips.
I like you. Blake likes you, too. Wanna fuck?
Jaune nearly lost his breath when hearing those three sentences coming out of her mouth. Jaune thought she was joking. He looked onto Blake. She averted her eyes, nodding to the idea of it.
Have you been eating the bologna?
I'm not kidding, Jaune. I have been interested in you for quite some time. Blake has as well.
Blake? You?
If Yang is okay with it, then I want to as well, Jaune.
Yang explained that although they were a couple, they weren't lesbians. Yang described herself equally attracted to guys and girls. Blake, on the other hand, found women more attractive. However, she wouldn't deny a guy if the right one were to come. Yang explained that Blake has a weak constitution and shyness when it came to men. She believed that it was from her horrendous relationship with Adam Taurus.
The blonde teen was still in disbelief and had the plan to leave the area. It wasn't until Blake began taking off her clothes. Yang whispered something in the Faunus' ear in which the brunette complied. Blake positioned herself comfortably onto Jaune's lap and proceeded to kiss him. Yang watched, enjoying looking at her girlfriend having a kissing session with their friend.
When she was tired of looking, she proceeded in joining the duo.
Things led to another. Two things happened that night.
Jaune lost his virginity and gained two girls in return.
Jaune took the exit that was nearing his place of work. It was still a whirlwind to him on how the past few months led him. A few days after that, he began going on dates with them. A few weeks later, he began spending the night at their homes. And just a few months ago, they have rented a two-story duplex in the urban bedroom community of Vale.
Jaune was happy but nevertheless felt everything happened so fast.
"Be as it may, Jaune. You're lucky and blessed," said Ren as he was stubbing out his weed. "It isn't every day a guy can have that opportunity."
"And once more, Lie Ren, this is something that shouldn't be a goal of busting a nut with two girls." Jaune had a burst of self-defecating laughter, knowing his best friend still has a lot to learn. "Sharing two girls, learning their likes, dislikes, faults. It is a big responsibility." He pulled the car into the parking lot of their job. He had a few minutes to spare before entering work.
"Hit me with it. How is it a dynamic," asked Ren.
Jaune lifted his head before putting his finger to his lip. "Yang is the most active when coming to sex. Yang can have sex all day, every day."
"A nymphomaniac?"
"I wouldn't go that far. Yang is hypersexual. That is her. She can control it if she wants and I will give her this, she wouldn't force it. If we say no, she would stop," said Jaune. "If she isn't having sex with us, she would go and masturbate in her room."
"And Blake?"
"Blake enjoys sex but she doesn't always have to have it," explained Jaune. "Blake can go five, six, even a week and a half without sex. Sex isn't her goal, love is," said Jaune. "Yang shows her love through action, touch. Blake is more through words, affection. Quoting yaoi, Yang is like a seme and Blake is a uke. At least when they are together."
"Where do you fit into the mold?"
"There is a balance," he said adamantly. "I love sex but that isn't always the goal. Who needs a partner when you have a good hand," he winked to Ren. "But, seriously. Yang is dominant with me at sex. She loves femdom but she does allow me to take over. She enjoys being dominated. Blake varies, based on moods. When she is hot to trot, she is definitely a power bottom."
"You freak me out with your logic sometimes, Jaune."
"Now you know where I am coming from. The dynamic isn't easy but it works for us," said Jaune. "At the same time, it's still new to me and I am also reading up on getting a better understanding of polygamy."
"I still can't believe you guys have separate rooms," said Ren. He scratched under his chin. "I would just be glad to have a girl to at least share a couch with me."
"What happened with Nora?"
He was rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Yeah...we are kind of on a break."
"I don't even want to know what you guys did again."
"What is important," retorted Ren, "is that you have a tiny little harem and you are acting so flaccid."
"We are not always in the mood," said Jaune. "Plus, we aren't ready to finally engage our relationship to that level on everyday sleeping. We do sleep together but not all of the time."
"Love Hina, Vandread, Aki Sora, Tenchi Muyo. A little harem and you still won't indulge," said Ren. "Oum, you guys are nineteen, not forty-five. Do that when you guys get old and gray."
Jaune laughed at Ren's comment as he opened the door. He closed it as Ren followed suit.
"Speaking of old and gray, you get your apron?"
Ren's eyes widened, panicked when feeling around his body. "Oh, shit! I forgot. I…."
Jaune popped open the trunk. "Inside, starched and ready."
"You're so good to me."
"Be a good friend and take out the trash at the end of our shift."
"I paid for gas money and got you this pastry."
"Umm, umm. Business is never personal, Lie Ren." He gave his best friend the peace sign. "Let's hurry up before the Boss Lady makes us clean the floor with toothbrushes again for our tardiness."
"One minute late and she treats us like bitches."
"Hey, continue with college and we can be great."
Ren scoffed. "Yeah, for sure. I just hope I can see graduation if I don't catch a charge for putting a hurting on that bitch."
Jaune grabbed Ren's shoulder. "Ren, take a break from WorldStar. They want their vernacular back."
"Understood."
"Change your wording, too. Especially when using the word 'bitch.' You were class valedictorian."
"Understood, Dad. Understood."
The coffee shop/diner, Valkyrie's, was situated in the center of the shopping center in the business district of the village. It served as the hub for people coming from all walks of life. It was home to poetry night, business meetings, small concerts, and a political venue.
On their best days, it was great for serving coffee.
It was through a friend of a professor at his college that knew the boss of Valkyrie's and offered him a job. Not wanting to live off food stamps, his allowances, and the money he shares from Yang and Blake's parents, he wanted something that belonged to him and felt fiscally responsible for. He was a son of farmers and he had never let hard work deterred him.
"Arc, Ren! You are almost a second late." The foot-stomping, arm-crossing, hairnet wearing blonde boss or affectionately their former teacher, Glynda Goodwitch sat at the table near the register. It wasn't long until they were opened for business.
Ren overlooked her as he clocked in for work. Arc put on his apron and begin situating the chairs from the table.
"Happy to see you here to start the day properly, Arc," responded Glynda as she made her way to the table. It was to his chagrin on the way she started their morning. She tapped her nails on the table. He could smell the leftover coffee cake on her apron, the smell of toothpaste on her breath, and the brewing attitude she always planned to release onto the employees.
And Jaune was definitely not an exception.
"Morning, Boss," said Jaune.
"Did your harem decided to give you a break this morning?"
He stopped. He could feel the smile looming from her hot breath. He wasn't going to allow her to start this morning. He proceeded to another table.
"If you mean, Blake and Yang. They are fine. In fact, they should be heading to school," said Jaune. Jaune knew Glynda was following him. Her bedeviling smile, that smirk.
"That's good to hear, Arc." Glynda cornered him. Jaune kept his composure. "So, they want to learn something more than the alkaline of each other's juices."
Jaune furrowed her eyes. Glynda hit a sore spot.
"I think it is time to open up shop." Jaune walked away as he was brewing from within.
"At some point, you will have to learn that Oum doesn't like what you are doing," retorted Glynda. "And when you are done being a meat vibrator, I can give you some help."
"Fuck you!"
"What was that, Jaune?"
"I said, got you."
Glynda returned to her post as Jaune unlocked the doors. Within his mind, he was saving up money for his future. As for now, he is majoring in agriculture, contemplating on running the family business following graduation.
"Jaune, let's get started. Neptune, Sun, and Velvet are waiting for us."
Jaune nodded, deciding to put his future plans on hold and get started on taking care of his customers.
Later….
"Seriously, Yang?! Do you have to do all of that? In here?"
Blake and Yang were finished with classes for the day. They wanted to see if Jaune would have time to catch a movie with them. However, Jaune told them that he was pulling another shift because his manager was understaffed. Being dedicated and ironically, underemployed, he thought the funds wouldn't hurt to get.
"What?" Yang raised her eyebrows at her lover. She decided to not pay her any mind. Her mind was focusing on getting that tricky hangnail at the end of her ring toe.
"You're going to get us in trouble with the manager," said Blake with urgency.
Yang furrowed her eyebrows. "For this?" She scoffed. "What the manager is going to do? Kick us out. We are paying patrons."
"Paying patrons," questioned Blake. "The only thing we do here is drinking free water or getting Jaune into trouble."
"Yeah? What's your point?!"
"We are causing more trouble than helping him, Yang!"
"Not my fault that one girl was coming onto him."
"He was being friendly. He always does that."
"Can't trust these women around here. Must be vigilant at all times."
"You're being delusional."
"No, a realist. Like in my criminology class, we must stay vigilant at all of our surroundings." She flicked her girlfriend's nose. "And...that...means...our...Jauney!"
"Criminology? I thought you were taking Psychology?"
Yang winked, stroking Blake's cheek. "Isn't being an undecided major a beautiful thing, baby?" With her foot on the table, she had her nail clipper to solve the problem. "Got that bugger...right...about...here!" She clipped the nail, causing it to propel from the table, bouncing off the window before landing it into a coffee cup at the nearby counter.
"Here is your coffee, sir! Have a nice day!" Jaune put on a server's face, smiling to the customer as he was cupping his lid onto the cup. Jaune tried maintaining his face when knowing that he could possibly face trouble due to his loving girlfriends, especially Yang.
Jaune prayed to the gods that the man wouldn't return. It took a lot of convincing for the manager to not dock his pay again. Yang was no longer counted as a customer. In the manager's eyes, she was now a chore.
And a nuisance.
"Oi! Arc!" The prim-and-proper manager was filing her nails as she walked to the register.
"Yes, Ms. Goodwitch!"
"You can go and get on a break," she told him as he gave her his apron. "One hour! Not an hour and five. Not an hour and a half. One hour! Got it?!" Jaune was grateful. For normally, the blonde would have other choice words. It was probably because of his girlfriends were there. Or at least that he was convincing himself.
He bowed affectionately. "Thanks, Boss!" He quickly brisked away from the counter and headed toward the girls. As he was walking, he can hear his manager speaking. "And Arc, please have your girls find another venue to meet you at. This is a coffeehouse, not a homeless shelter!" She gave a strong glare at Yang. "Or a place to clip your nails, missy!"
"Fu…" Her mouth was quickly covered up by Jaune.
"Yes, ma'am! Understood," said Jaune nervously. Blake led the way, carrying her and Yang's backpack as they were leaving the coffeehouse. Jaune dragging Yang, covering her muffles of swear words and threats.
Out of the coffeehouse, Jaune released the blonde.
"Fucking bitch," scoffed Yang angrily before Jaune grabbed her hand. "She better be lucky people want to come to that place." She spat on the ground. "Damn deprived cat-loving whore."
"Easy, darling." Blake was keeping her composure. Jaune always admired Blake about that. No matter what situation they were in, she was always the one to keep her cool. The brunette reached into her pocket for a cigarette. Yang extended her hand for one. She extended one to Jaune. He politely refused.
"Nah! Don't need Boss Lady complaining about my scent again," he said as they were heading out to the parking lot. He envied Yang for her openness, a quality that is unattractive to some, but admirable to others. "The car is nearby if you want to chill." He felt Blake wrapping her arms around him, which he received happily. "Sorry, girls, for not calling about the movies. Once again, Goodwitch and her phone policy. Sorry to waste your trip."
"Nah," said Yang while she was flickering her lighter. "We were bored and wasn't ready to head home anyway. Just checking up on you is all."
"Yeah, sweetie. We missed you," said Blake.
"We see each other every day," said Jaune.
Yang whimsically hopped on Jaune's back, wrapping her legs around his hips. "We don't see you much at all since you are always working." She planted her nose into his hair, bathing in his scent. "Oum, you smell like pancakes and coffee cake." She planted her tongue onto his hair. "Yummy yummy!"
"You know what would be yummy," said Blake. "If we were to get some ice cream at the nearby shop."
"That would be yummy," said Yang.
"You know what would be yummy? Finding a job," said Jaune under his breath.
Blake slapped his stomach tenderly. "Don't be so hostile. Mommy is going to continue giving us a stipend until the end of the semester." Blake gripped Yang's ass which made the blonde excited.
"Oh, I like that," said Yang. "Do it again!"
"Good Oum, girls," exclaimed Jaune. "Can't even keep your pants on in public?" He furrowed his eyebrows when Blake decided to slap his ass. Then, Yang began licking under his ear. "You, too, Blake? You must have a little smoke before coming here."
She narrowed her finger. "Just a little."
"Yeah, yeah!" Yang was getting back to the subject. "Lesbian sex is always, always fun," said Yang. "But, we need our tall drink of water." She continued biting on his ear. "I wouldn't mind a nasty fasty if we could."
He sighed. "Fine...on one condition."
"What is it, baby," asked Blake.
"I will figure that out after we take care of some loose ends." In his hand, he was dangling a set of keys.
Yang covered her mouth. "Jaune, you minx! Is that…"
"Glynda's brand-new Volvo she parked a few blocks away in the alley? Yes, it is," he said mischievously.
"Goodness," replied Blake as she covered her mouth. "I didn't think you can this bad."
"And naughty," retorted Yang.
"I normally don't do this but let's christen her vehicle and use me for the living meat vibrator I am," said Jaune.
To be continued….
The alleyway was quaint and cobbled. The storefronts each side have walls that wobble ever so slightly but was apparent in the strong afternoon light. It winded a little, arcing to the right and the heady scent of flowers drifts down from the many window boxes.
In the backseat of Glynda's car, Jaune began thrusting his hips. He was becoming hypnotized by the pleasure. He was becoming an animal in heat, relying on his instinct when it came to procreating. With his hands, he grabbed Yang's ass and strutted her.
Yang's eyes widened, knowing that Jaune was getting to it. "This glorious dick of yours is killing me," she purred. "I don't ever want you to leave me," she cried out. "Fuck the mess of me, Jaune. Fuck me like I am nothing but an onahole for your pleasure."
Blake knew Jaune was getting with the program as her pussy lips were being gnawed by him. It sent shocks to her body, immediately releasing juices onto his tongue. Slurping noises were being made as he accepted his fate. It didn't take long for Blake to climax inside of Jaune's mouth. He didn't stop. She felt his tongue continue to ravish her pussy as she ebbed in the afterglow. She rested her body on Yang's chest.
"Blake, what the hell," cried Yang. "You are too damn heavy. Just…" She stopped as she felt Jaune's dick tightening deeper. "Baby, no...no...oh, God," she cried. "I am coming. I am coming." She wrapped herself around Blake. "Oh, God, no…" She released fluid from her pussy, opening the floodgates and sprayed all over Jaune's stomach. She was shivering, clinging to Blake. Yang fell backward along with Blake. Jaune began coughing as he spat out his spit and her juices. The girls panted as they were embellished with exhaustion and with pleasure.
"Damn, Jaune," Yang cried to him as he was catching his breath. "You have stamina."
"Call it frustration from work," said Jaune.
"Don't let Goodwitch get to you, dear," said Blake. "We love you and that's what matters."
Jaune nodded to her.
"Yeah, sweetie. We love you very much," said Yang. "Granted, such a mighty dick you have. But a wonderful heart."
Jaune pecked Blake and Yang on the cheek. "I love you, guys, too."
The trio huddled up together in a loving embrace. Jaune had a few minutes to spare before discreetly returning Glynda's keys back to the office.
As Blake was drawing patterns with her finger on his chest, she remembered what Jaune told him. "What was that condition?"
Jaune rustled their hair with his fingers.
"Oh, yeah! Blake, Yang? Darlings? GET A JOB!"
To be continued...for real this time….