Blake was beyond nervous. It had seemed such a trivial question at the time, and she had brushed the thought away as soon as it presented itself, but the thought's ghost returned to haunt her:

What was she supposed to wear?

Her initial reaction had been to wear what she usually wore. After all, today was the day she was regularly schedule to meet with Jaune for her "therapy". What should make today any different?

Well, apart from that…

But he didn't know about that, so was anything really different?

She was pulled from her reverie by shouting from within Jaune's room.

"My bed, my kitchen, my bath, my room! All of this was given to me! Now, I'm willing to share, assuming this arrangement continues to be beneficial for both of us, but if you keep riding me raw every night only to steal the shower the next morning, then we're going to need to make some serious changes!"

Blake pulled her head back from the door just as it flew open. Jaune was holding a startled Neo by the wrist, and he flung the offending criminal out into the hallway.

Under normal circumstances, Neo would have easily fought her way back into the room and thrashed her roommate for being so inconsiderate towards her, but she was surprised to see him so angry. When violence failed her, Neo did what she does best: she pouted.

Jaune let out a small sigh. "I know you'll end up back here anyway. Just leave me alo-" and he suddenly noticed Blake standing off to one side of the doorway.

"Aw hell! That's not today is it?"

"It was the last time I checked." She smiled, and waited for him to sort out this… whatever it was… with his roommate. Wasn't she his girlfriend, or lover, or something? Jaune had never actually told Blake who Neo was, only a friend from Vacuo.

Something was wrong. Neo's pout was not bending Jaune to her will. She tried harder.

"I need to do my therapy session with Blake. We'll talk- uh- we'll figure this out after that, alright?"

Jaune didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed Blake's hand and pulled her into the room.

Neo was incredulous. She, the cutest girl Jaune had surely ever seen, had not been able to influence Jaune with her Pout.

He hadn't batted so much as an eye.

Was he… mad at her?

Impossible. She had done nothing but help the idiot out, sparring with him in the evenings. The ice cream and the sheet stealing and the long showers were just her form of payment. Would he rather she charged him money?

Neo shook her head. She'd just have to sort this out with Jaune once she got back.

Jaune had let go of her hand once he pulled her into the room. Was it a bad thing that she wanted to hold his hand some more?

Of course not! She had come here prepared to seduce him… hadn't she?

She was holding one hand in the other, staring at her fingertips, which still seemed to be tingling.

"I'm really sorry about this."

She looked up at him. "Hm?"

"I know I said that I'd move us to an actual office so we wouldn't essentially be conducting therapy in my bedroom, but I just haven't had time yet. This week has been hell, tonight especially. Neo seems to delight in making a nuisance of herself."

"Trouble in paradise?" A smile tugged at Blake's lips.

Jaune let out a short bark of a laugh. "Hardly. No, Neo and I aren't like that. She just needed somewhere… to be." He seemed unsure of the answer.

"Okay…?"

There was an awkward silence.

…

The awkward silence continued.

…

"Oh! Blake! Remember the rules." Jaune gestured towards her head.

What rules? Oh. She lifted her hands to the bow on her head, and undid it slowly. She set the bow down on the kitchen counter and moved towards the table of the main room.

"So, what do you have for me today?" The tower of paper seemed smaller than it usually did; only 4 or 5 inches tall.

"Not much. I was able to do a lot of the workload during one of our meetings, seeing as how I lost early." He paled. He had said too much! No one was supposed to know about what actually happened in the faculty meetings.

"Lost early…?"

"Uh… ah ha… that is to say: I didn't have much to contribute… this…time…"

"Right." Blake didn't buy it, but she honestly didn't care. She was way too nervous about what she was going to do.

"Um, Professor?" She needed to psych herself up for this.

Jaune sat at the little round table, grabbing the first sheet off the stack. He held up a reproachful finger with the other hand.

"Jaune, please."

"Right. Jaune, before we get started, could I use your restroom for a bit? I'd like to get changed out of my uniform."

This was technically true, even if Blake hadn't brought her normal clothing with her.

"Sure. Don't take too long."

She shuffled quickly into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. A sigh escaped her mouth. God, this was stupid. There's no way she could be this bold. What Yang had suggested was nothing short of ridiculous.

No. She shook her head. She wanted this—she needed this. Jaune aroused feelings in her that were… atypical, to say the least. She'd never really felt this way about anyone else; not Adam, or Sun, no one.

She took off her jacket and setting it on the counter of the sink. As she unbuttoned her shirt, she noticed that the tub to one side of the room still had water in it, and some floating islands of foam. Odd. As eccentric as Jaune sometimes is, she didn't really peg him as the sort to take bubble baths.

After she had taken off her shirt and bra, she put the jacket back on. That's what Yang had said to do.

She pulled her shoes and socks off and set them next to her shirt. All that was left was…

Seriously, there had to be some sort of divine punishment for how bold she was being. What if the dust didn't work? Dear god, she could get expelled! This was a bad idea. Her hand moved to pick up her shirt.

No! She'd already gone over this! The only way to stop herself from shying away at the last second was to charge straight ahead. Like Yang. After all, last night seemed to have worked pretty well for her.

Blake tossed the last article of clothing onto the pile and strode out of the door, confidence ringing in her every bare-footed step.

Jaune paused in the essay he was grading. He didn't remember Blake bringing any clothes with her to change into.

Suddenly, Blake plopped into his lap, and her arms settled neatly around his neck.

His eyes widened when he saw what Blake wasn't wearing.

Her jacket was buttoned up, but it folded outward in the middle, and her magnificent breasts were only partially concealed with shadow. A small fleshy circle surround each teat. God, he wanted to touch them.

No! Bad Jaune! Student! Patient! Friend! Get Arrested! Lose Job! Go to Jail! Be torn apart by her team! Bad Things!

His eyes (unwillingly) left her chest as she spoke.

"Actually, Jaune, since you don't have that much paperwork to do tonight, do you think we could do something else?"

"Blake, I am sorry—"his eyes fell to her exposed chest again, and he gulped as she unbuttoned the jacket"—so, so very sorry, but there are certain things that just aren't going to work. I'll get in a lot of trouble, and I just can't… um…" Blake moved her face closer to his, and he felt her breath tickle his lips.

"Go on…"

"-so, no matter how much I might want this…" Blake almost jumped when she felt his hands settle on her waist. "I'm afraid I have to say no." Jaune moved his hands to pick her up from her seat, but she shifted in his lap, and through no fault of his own, he found his hands on her hips.

Jaune, despite being a teacher instead of a student, was learning many things in his time at Beacon academy. For example, he learned that he had failed to notice one other thing that Blake wasn't wearing.

"Oh God…"

"Something you like?"

"Blake. I'm sorry, but—" She cut him off, swooping in to capture his lips with hers. Her tongue pushed forward, but she found the annoying barrier of his closed teeth. Jaune let out a stifled "Mmph!", but then she remembered: she hadn't said the freaking word.

Her lips pulled away, and Jaune almost seemed to lean forward, as if he missed the feeling of her lips against his.

She panted out the word, desperate for this to go her way. "Bird cage." An unusual expression graced his features, but before he could ask what she was talking about, she plunged in again, forcing his mouth open and shoving her tongue down his throat.

This time, to her delight, he didn't try to stop her, and her tongue danced circles around his, playing with it, trying to bait it from his mouth. It worked, and she felt his tongue cautiously peer between her teeth. She inhaled the visitor in, and she sucked on his tongue, making loud slurping noises. A small drop of saliva fell from their mouths and dripped onto her bare breast.

She felt a hand on her cheek beneath her skirt, and another clutched at her thick hair, pulling her mouth toward his as he hungrily worked his jaw. She purred loudly as the hand on her head began massaging her exposed ear, and she squeak when he squeezed her ass.

His fingers reached down and around, and she moaned again as talented fingers gently pressed on her slit. She moaned again, this time in disappointment, when his fingers pulled away and his mouth left hers. Her eyes opened, and she saw him lift his two fingers to his lips, licking them slowly. His eyes opened too, and he seemed almost smug as he held the fingers out to her.

"Want a taste?"

Oh God, she wanted this man. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.

She grabbed his hand, plunging his finger into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around the digits, tasting the last remnants of her taste on them.

The fingers retreated, and she wanted to follow them, but she realized she could probably be doing better things. Her hands clutched at either sides of his blonde head, and cobalt filled her vision as she said, panting "Too. Much. Clothes."

"Blake, I don't think that's proper grammar-" She silenced his mouth with hers, and she feverishly grasped at his shirt, pulling the buttons from their hiding places one by one. After his glorious body was rid of the irksome, buttony… thing, she slid her hands over his chest, pulling the shirt open and sliding it from his shoulders and arms as he leaned forward.

She immediately missed the feeling of his fingers on her ears, but she figured that she could make do for now. The shirt flew over her shoulder, and she felt his hands pulling her jacket off in the same manner a moment later. Her body leaned back, the jacket sliding smoothly off her shoulders and onto the round table behind her. She had to place her hands on the edge of the table to either side to keep from falling over backwards.

A gasp left her as she felt his hands on her wrist, and she arched her body forward as his head dipped, her whole frame shivering as she felt his hot breath on her exposed nipples.

She whined and keened when nothing happened for several seconds, but soon, a voice broke the hush air.

"Tell me you want it."

How was he being so dominant, so teasing, so cruel? Of course she wanted it! She had practically torn his clothes off!

"Yes! I want it! I want it so bad!" A dwindling part of her noted that that wasn't correct grammar either, but like I said, that part of her was dwindling fast.

"I don't know if you've earned it…" and he let out a small chuckle. This was agonizing. Not so much the strain in her limbs from being arched in a position for so long, although that was still there. She could hold this position for a lot longer before it would actually start to hurt. How could he torture her like this?

Growing impatient, she grinded her hips forward and back in his lap, and his dominant character broke for a moment as he gasped. She smiled at that; she was doing that to him. The man she had wanted for so long, and he was gasping from sheer pleasure that she was giving him.

His smirk returned. "I suppose you have."

She exhaled, and a long moan escaped her lips as she felt his searing mouth on her breast. Her head flung back and her dark hair whipped in an arc. His tongue worked in small circles, and she let out another shout when his teeth sunk into the pale flesh. He sucked inward, and a small hickey, like a ring of fire, remained there when he took his teeth away.

He did the same with her other teat, and she gasped to the ceiling, his face pressed into her chest.

"Oh, god! Yes! Fuck!" Her hips ground back and forth against his pelvis, and she felt her flower grow wet from the rough feeling of his jeans beneath her skirt.

Suddenly, she felt a slap against her cheek, and she pressed her suddenly freed hand to her face.

"What the hell…?"

He picked her up, and threw her onto the nearby couch, her limbs sprawling everywhere and skirt going slightly askew. She turned to look at Jaune as he stood up, kicking the chair over as he did so. His hands slowly undid his belt, and he pulled the last of his clothes to the floor. With the wretched coverings gone, Blake realized his intentions, and she was happy to oblige him.

She adjusted herself on the couch, grabbing his cock as he stepped towards her. She pumped up and down a few times, experimentally, and she smiled as his eyes rolled back in his head, a load breathy moan escaping him.

She leaned forward, and carefully placed the tip in her mouth. The salty taste of precum exploded across her taste buds, not entirely pleasant, but not horrendous either. Her tongue pressed against the tip, and his whole body shuddered in response. A smile tugged at her lips, and she placed her hands on his pelvis before taking the plunge.

A breathy "Oh God!" graced her ears as her tongue swirled around and around, her hot breathe surrounding his cock as she felt the tip press against the top of her throat. He grabbed her ears again, and worked the fluffy things in his fingers, occasionally eliciting yelps from her when he pulled and stretched.

She pulled back, sliding her tongue along his throbbing cock, until nothing remained in her mouth but the tip, before plunging back down again as a loud *slurp* filled the room. His grip on her ears lessened, but soon returned once she began sliding her slippery tongue over the dick in her mouth.

"I'm gonna cum" She heard the words, and pulled back again. Her mouth wasn't where she wanted it. As soon as her lips left his throbbing member, she felt him slap her again, and her whole body rolled with the swing. She felt his hands grab her hips and pull her up, and she had to reach out and brace her hands against the back of the couch to keep from falling.

With her cheek still a bright, tingly red from the slap, she moaned again as she felt the tip of his cock run up and down her slit. He teased, mercilessly, gently rubbing the tip against her clit, before pulling back to her perineum. She pleaded with him, begged even.

"Come on! What are you waiting- unh!" she cried out he slapped her ass, and she felt tingly in the area he had hit.

"Do you really want it?"

"Yes, please! Oh god, I want it more than anything!" He slapped her again, and a cry tore itself from her throat, letting itself loose upon the hushed air of the room.

Gently, agonizingly, he pushed in, and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. When he was finally sheathed inside her, she exhaled, her arms trembling as they supported her against the couch.

He pulled out slowly, feeling every silken ridge of her body as her vagina clung to him, begging him to stay. When only the tip was left, he pushed back in again, harder, and she couldn't stop another cry from forcing its way between her teeth.

He pulled again, taking his delicious time with the whole thing, but soon he thrust in again, and again, and her whole body shook as his hips slapped against her ass.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck" she drew out the word, and it vibrated as it left her, her whole body shaking back and forth. He slapped her again, and she let out a yelp, the pain only serving to heighten her pleasure as he fucked her relentlessly. She felt his fingers on her ears, kneading, massaging, pulling, teasing, and her cries grew louder.

Her body was close, she could feel it, and by his twitching, he wasn't too far off either. And then, all at once, it hit her like a freight train full of dust.

Her legs quivered beneath her, and a scream pulled at her throat so roughly that it hurt. She felt his warmth filling her, and some of it dripped down her leg, leaving a trail of burning ecstasy down her inner thigh and calf. Exhausted, and with her legs unable to support her any longer, she fell on to the couch, her breathe leaving her in ragged gasps.

He fell down on a cushion besides her, and his fingers tucked a sweaty lock of hair behind one ear. His hand lingered by her face, and she leaned into his touch. "I hope I didn't hurt you too much."

"No! It was perfect! Oh god, I can't wait to do this again!" Wait, would she get to do this again? She didn't think she could live her life without tasting this nirvana again.

"I look forward to it." A smile lit his face up like the sun, and she almost fucked him again right there, but… she was too tired. Who'd have thought she'd only have the energy for one round. Yang would never let her hear the end of this.

Her reverie ended as she heard a quiet inhale across from her. Apparently, he didn't have any more energy either.

She felt gross as the uniform pressed against her sweaty body. She didn't even bother putting on the socks and shoes, simply carrying them in her hands as she went back to her dorm.

Blake had hoped her team mates would be asleep before she got back, but no such luck. Three sets of eager eyes met her as she slid through the door.

"So…?" She was surprised when Weiss was the first to speak.

"Oh…my...god." Yang let out a girlish squeal, and ran forward to hug her partner.

"I know, right! He's sooooooo good, and who knew he could use his fingers like that?!"

"Be quiet, you dunce! It's half past one, and that is hardly an appropriate topic to qrow to the entire floor!" Yang let go of Blake and pouted at Weiss, who was still sitting on her bed.

"Awwww, you're no fun, Weiss-cream. No need to be a sour puss-" and she winked at Blake, who rolled her eyes as she changed in to her yakuta "- tomorrow's your turn, and you get tall, blonde, and talented all to yourself!" Weiss scoffed at this, but everyone could see the dusting of scarlet that invaded her cheeks.

Yang turned to Blake as the two of them climbed in to their respective bunks. "So, what did you think of the sheets in his bed? Who'da thunk a professor would bother to invest in silk sheets?"

Blake blushed, pulling the covers almost up to her neck. "Well, we didn't really make it to the bed…"

A golden waterfall cascaded down from the top bunk, revealing an open-mouthed Yang at its head. "Oh. My. God! Tell me everything!" She squealed for the second time that night, and Weiss hissed at the time of them to be quiet, but the only way Blake could keep Yang down as by telling her details. She could've sworn she saw Weiss shift in her bed so she could hear her better, but that may have been her imagination.

Ruby was thoroughly disgruntled as she lay in her makeshift hammock-bunk. She felt so left out from what was going on. At lunch today, Pyrrha did nothing but ask Yang about the previous night, and Weiss had been too busy paying attention to the story to notice her at all! Blake had done nothing but read from that smutty book of hers.

Ruby wanted a smutty book. Dust and weapons magazines were all well and good, but Blake seemed to get really excited whenever she read her ahem "literature". Her friends didn't seemed to notice her or include her everything that was happening. So what if she was young? She couldn't help it, she hadn't decided to be that way!

Jaune made her feel tingly too. She wanted to repeat the previous night's activities, but her fingers were cramped from the essay they'd had to write today, and she felt too sad. She hugged a pillow to her chest, and pretended it was Jaune as she fell asleep.

Neo's eyes weren't literally the size of dinner-plates, but she was pretty sure that some stuck-up writer would probably have described them as such.

What the hell had she just seen?

She'd come back early to give Jaune a piece of her mind, when she had found him, fucking the brains out of the faunus girl he'd been spending time with. A myriad of emotions had run through her, from disgust to amusement, but then something else had settled in the pit of her stomach: want.

From the way the faunus had been screaming, Jaune was good, very good. She hadn't really thought of him that way, but the way he had screwed that girl on the couch made Neo feel all sorts of fun impulses. Not just the usual impulses to kill and main, those were an undercurrent she had long gotten used to.

Jaune didn't strike her as the kinda guy to lose his cool the way it looked like he had. She quirked her head to the side as she picked up his clothes that were scattered around the room. Was that a real sentence? She shrugged, it would have to do. Anyway: Jaune wouldn't normally fuck a student. He had made that clear to her on several occasions. So how had the cat girl gotten away with it?

Oh well. She'd just have to watch Jaune a bit more carefully for the next few days…

Jesus, that took a long time. How long has it been since I last uploaded a chapter? 2-3 weeks? Wowza! But anyway: I'm here now, and I hope you enjoyed this little bastard!

What a twist! Who knew Blake was in to this sort of stuff? Please forgive me if this is a little weird. This is the first time I've tried to write anything remotely along the lines of a fetish, and masochism (even the light stuff) doesn't make too much sense to me, but I went with it, in the hopes of making this and other chapters more interesting.

So, the scheduling for the rest of the series is as follows: Weiss, Pyrrha, Ruby, Goodwitch, Neo. Now, I wasn't initially planning on including anything of Cinder, Velvet, Coco, or the Malachite twins, and before you ask: No, I'm not writing anything with Ren, or any of the other guys for that matter. That's just not what I'm into, or what I know how to write. Where was I? Oh, right: Cinder and the rest of them. If I get a high enough demand for them, I'll write chapters for them, but if I don't, I won't.

Poor Ruby, she started out just wanting to screw a professor, but now she's lost the attention and love of her friends. I feel like Ruby would be just, sorta, passed over in all of this. Everyone assumes she won't be included because she's too young, and people want to talk about what they're interested and involved in, so it makes sense that Weiss, Blake, Yang, and Pyrrha would be so heavily focused on the Jaune situation.

Now, I have cleverly hidden three RWBY-related puns in this story. If you find them all and PM them to me before I release the next chapter, you win a prize! And while I have your attention: the 'freight train full of dust' line is more of a reference, and was not included in the three pun count. Now, what that prize shall be, I have no idea! Maybe you get to decide the prize for the next time I hide puns in a chapter! ... maybe... I don't know...

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