Author: Aetheling
Fic: White Sheep (Coeur Al'Aran)
Characters: Jaune Arc, Yang Xiao Long
Status: Not Canon
Kinks: Tentacles, "Hate" Sex, Loving/Passionate, Female Oral, Mild Choking, Missionary, Creampie, Vertical, Constraint, Bed-Breaking
"Oh, I'm so excited!" Ruby squealed, hopping from foot to foot as the three of them made their way down the dirt trail that led to Ruby and Yang's home. "It's so great to be home! Oh, we can take you into Patchwork to go shopping, and we can visit the lake, and we can hang out and not deal with homework!"
"Ruby, you still haven't finished your break homework." Jaune said, embarrassed to spoil the younger girl's bubbly mood. Ruby paid him no mind.
"And Dad! You're gonna love dad! Oh, and Zwei!" Ruby let out another squeal of delight at the mention of her dog. He could sympathize: he'd die to see Manny again. Of course, it would be a lot harder to explain a seven foot Beowolf to people, as opposed to the tiny dog Yang had shown him pictures of.
"Ruby, if you really want to see them, go ahead." Yang offered, hand swinging comfortably in his. "It's not like we're gonna get lost, and it's only a few more minutes." Ruby calmed slightly, still walking backwards ahead of them.
"I mean, I don't wanna be rude: we have a guest!" Ruby gestured to himself obviously. Yang rolled her eyes though, nudging him playfully.
"Oh wow, I didn't even notice. Seriously, we'll be fine. Go let Dad know we're almost here, or take Zwei for a run so he doesn't terrorize Jaune." She leaned towards him to whisper loudly. "We're pretty sure he's trained to attack unapproved boys." She laughed then, and he joined in. He hoped it didn't sound forced. Manny, as lovable as he was, was still an attack Grimm. Anyone not on his mother's list who so much as saw his home was in trouble.
"Ruby, go ahead, Yang and I will be fine: I'm not gonna hold seeing your Dad and dog against you."Jaune tried to be as encouraging as possible, and Ruby's nervous glances down the road told him he was succeeding.
"I mean, I really don't know if…"
"Ruby." His teammate looked back to him. "Go ahead." Rose petals littered the path.
His girlfriend whistled in amazement. "Man, no one makes the ladies run quite like you, Jaune." Yang said playfully from beside him. "Any faster, and I think she might have broken the sound barri-" with a cursory look around, Jaune smacked Yang's butt - "Oww! What was that for?" He responded with a wink, and Yang stuck out her tongue.
"Oh, what will I tell Dad? How can I ever admit to bringing home one of the bad boys?"
"Yang, I have straight A's at school." He protested, dutifully ignoring his combat score. He was getting better with a sword! His girlfriend wasn't buying it, however, snorting loudly.
"Mhmm, and you totally haven't been sneaking into Vale to chase after White Fang?"
"Yang, your team recruited mine for that!"
"Well, we're bad influences! You guys were supposed to keep my innocent little sister away from people like us!" He rolled his eyes at that, knowing full well Yang was practically Ruby's mother. Something did hit home, however, despite her teasing. He took hold of her again, drawing her to a stop. "Jaune?"
"Yang, does your dad… know?" He did his best to not panic as he asked. His girlfriend watched him carefully for a moment before slipping free of his grasp.
"I don't think I would ever tell my dad I lost my virginity." His face blushed horribly at that. Yang, to his horror, started to skip ahead.
"Not what I was referring to, Yang!" He called, rushing after her. Just as he caught up, the two blondes broke onto a cleared hill, a log cabin resting in the center. Yang had halted there, waiting for him, and took hold of his hand again when he caught up.
"I haven't told a soul, Jaune. I won't say anything if you're not comfortable telling." He let out a relieved breath; His friends knew about his secret, but no one else, and for now he preferred it that way.
"Thanks, babe." She smiled proudly at him, and Jaune was suddenly struck by the desire to kiss her. He leaned forward, planting his lips on hers, but Yang gently pushed at his chest.
"Jaune, not where my dad can see!" She whispered giddily as she pulled back. Remembering her strict warnings about PDA around her father, Jaune withdrew. "I'll make it up to you just as soon as we're back at school." He felt her grip tighten slightly, and Jaune's stomach felt as if it could fly away.
"Is that a promise?" He asked coyly, only for her to smile back with as much feigned innocence.
"Oh, you know it, Grimm-boy. Now come on, let's introduce you to the family!" Yang bolted, and he allowed himself to be dragged along to the house, laughing as they went. Yang barreled through the door fearlessly and let out a great yell: "Daaaaaad! I'm hooooome!"
"Yaaaang, I'm cooooking!" A masculine voice came from around the corner, and Yang began to drag Jaune deeper into the house. The wooden cabin was sparsely decorated, but it certainly felt homey: more welcoming than the midnight tower he had grown up in. Stepping into the kitchen, Jaune saw Taiyang Xiao Long hard at work. He was blond and tanned, dressed in cargo pants, a vest, and tan shirt. Also, a frilly white apron. The older man turned to the new arrivals before setting down a bowl and whisk.
"Jaune, is it?" Tai asked, pointing at him. Jaune suddenly became very aware Yang was still holding his hand: was it normal to be so nervous?
"Y-yes, sir." He forced out, suddenly far more worried than he should be: What if Tai didn't like him? What if he thought Jaune was too tall, or too skinny, or looked too much like himself?!
"Nice to meet you, I'm Tai: Yang and Ruby's father," he offered a hand which Jaune hesitantly took. They shook briefly before Tai turned to face his daughter. The older man struck like a viper, throwing his arms around Yang and hauling her into the air in a crushing bearhug. "And how's my sunny little dragon!?" Yang squirmed in the grip in a manner nearly identical to Ruby in one of Yang's hugs.
"Dad, pleash!" Yang begged through gritted teeth as her father laughed. "Dad, you're embarrashing me!"
"Like any good father should!" The older man cheered before dropping Yang back to earth. "Ruby took Zwei for a run, or maybe Zwei took Ruby for a run, but they'll be back soon. Take a seat, take a seat: I just have to put these muffins in the oven." Tai returned to his bowl, while Yang lead him out of the kitchen and to the couch they'd passed.
"That… that went a lot better than expected?" Jaune asked as Yang led him to a seat. The other girl rubbed her abdomen, likely sore from the crushing hug. "I know he isn't Qrow, but you had me thinking he'd lock me in a dark room and interrogate me." Yang watched for her father over the back of the couch, and shrugged.
"I'm surprised, too… I've brought a couple boys home before, and he gave them the third degree." She turned to him, a suspicious look in her eye. "You two didn't work this out beforehand, did you?"
"What? No, no!" Yang's suspicion didn't fade, to his mild annoyance, but he couldn't help it! "Maybe it's just my natural charm?" His girlfriend rolled her eyes playfully at the suggestion. She started to reply, but the clack of an oven shutting cut her off.
"Sorry about that, I wanted to have those in before you kids got here." Tai strode out of the kitchen, sitting down in the chair across from them. "We don't have a guest room, are you okay taking the couch, Jaune?"
"Oh, it's no problem sir! Thank you for letting me stay in the first place." Tai waved his thanks aside graciously.
"You're on Ruby's team, you're practically family." He smiled a very Yang smile, leaning towards them. "You could even say that you-" The front door burst open.
"I'm back!" Ruby cheered, firing into the couch beside Yang. The whole thing tilted back precariously, but thankfully didn't roll. "Sorry, Zwei really wanted to run. Hi again, Jaune!"
Jaune waved back to her: "Hi, Ruby. Where is your dog?" Ruby looked around briefly, embarrassed, then leaned to see through the door.
"Oops, sorry boy! He's just behind me, don't worry." Yang leaned as well, so Jaune felt obligated to lean as well. Sure enough, he could see a blur of black and white rushing to the house.
"C'mere, boy!" Yang cheered from beside him. The tiny dog picked up its speed, breaking the final stretch to them. Jaune stretched out a hand for the arrival of the small dog.
"Hi, Zwei, nice to meet yo-" Zwei leapt the final steps, slamming into his chest. The force of the blow rocked him back, miraculously managing to knock the couch back and dump all three teens onto the floor. Zwei, standing on his stomach, bared his teeth and latched onto Jaune's arm. "AHH! Get him off!"
"ZWEI!" The other three shouted, Yang seizing the little dog, trying to break it's lockjaw grip. Zwei latched down harder, growling even louder as it tried to get at Jaune.
"WHY, ZWEI?!" Jaune yelped, praying the miniscule fangs didn't manage to get through the sleeve of his jacket.
"STOP BITING MY BOYFRIEND!" Yang yelled, still pulling at the dog.
The next morning, Yang sat at the table with Ruby and her Dad, resolutely ignoring Zwei's incessant barking in the other room. She'd long since pushed her toast aside, resting her head on the table.
"So…" Tai started cautiously, "do you and Jaune have any plans for today?" Zwei's growls seemed to grow in strength when Jaune's name was mentioned. She tilted her head, resting it on her chin to look at her father.
"I'm gonna show him around Patchwork. We'll get brunch or something, then maybe catch a movie." Claws scratched angrily at the door as her father hummed, drinking his coffee.
"Ruby? What about you?" Ruby, lost in her bowl of fruit, looked up surprised.
"Oh? Uhhh, I'll do my homework?" Their father nodded approvingly, still refraining from looking towards their adorable, loving, sweet dog's concerted efforts to go brutally murder someone at the front door. "I'll distract Zwei this time, Yang. Tell Jaune I said hi." Yang grunted her agreement as she waited to hear Ruby drag the dog away, then slipped out the backdoor.
Zwei's object of loathing was waiting for her out front. Jaune waved abashedly at her as she approached.
"Morning, Yang. Sleep well?" She nodded, taking his hand and pulling him away from the house.
"Alright, how was the motel?" He shrugged his indifference about it, and she grumbled to herself. This supposed to be a fun two weeks: Jaune staying with them, her dad finally getting along with one of her boy friends for once, good times in town and hiking and fishing and all that. Not hiding her man from Zwei, not Jaune having to stay at a motel because the dog wouldn't shut up when he was in smelling distance, not her Dad clearly confused as to why their sweet dog despised the boy Yang had brought home.
Of course Zwei could tell Jaune wasn't fully human. It would have been way too convenient otherwise.
She walked with Jaune in sullen silence through the woods surrounding her home. She stomped down the tail, kicking at sticks and stones in her way, fuming at low-hanging branches. She thought going Grimm hunting might have been a good way to work out all this pent-up anger, but she'd been cutting back on aggressively pursuing the creatures of darkness: she was dating one now, she should be more respectful of their cultural differences. A spar would make her feel better, she decided, and vowed to challenge her dad tonight.
"Yang, Yang slow down." Jaune called, and she realized she'd begun to speed up, almost to a run, hauling him in her wake. She dropped his hand, coming to a stop.
"Sorry, sorry! I'm just in a bad mood…" He chuckled next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and planting a kiss on top of her head.
"Trust me, I know; not sure I have room for brunch now." She blushed a little, taking a more relaxed pace with him and forcing herself to not be so angry. "I'm not happy about how it's turned out either, babe, but we're still together, right? A bit of a walk in the morning won't kill me!" She could hear his frustration, but Jaune was obviously trying to put a good spin on it for her. Who was she to ruin his efforts?
She leaned against him, trying to will herself to exude contentedness. "OK, I'll try and be a good girl. Now, do you actually want to get something to eat?" Jaune hummed his affirmation from above her as they walked. "Great! I know a place in town you'll love; there's this little patio where you can watch the ocean, you can even see Vale on clear days."
"The view still won't top you." She elbowed him lightly for that. "Hey!"
"Oh, stop hamming it up, Grimm Boy."
"Just trying to be romantic, Yang," he countered.
"We're walking through the forest, in the spring, hand in hand. The only way we could be more romantic would be a picnic." Jaune was silent for a long moment. "Don't even think about it, Jaune."
He laughed nervously above her, rubbing her shoulder. "I have no idea what you're talking about?" Oh god, he was such a terrible liar.
Clouds had rolled in by the time they reached Patchwork. The drizzle began just as they got to the restaurant. The drizzle turned into a torrent right as the host called for them. Sitting by the window, watching the gray bay roil under the pounding rain, Yang did her best to stay positive. They had weeks together! She stabbed petulantly at her pineapple: "Two weeks, plenty of time. Plenty of time. Plenty of time…"
Jaune's umbrella shuddered under the assaulting downpour as he made his way along the muddy trail to Yang's house. It was the seventh day of continual rain on Patch, his ninth on the island "with" the Xiao Longs, and he'd already begun to adapt. He wore his combat gear, knowing it would be thoroughly drenched in mud and rainwater by the time he finished the twenty minute walk: with the thickness of the forest, even renting a car would only get him so close. How Yang drove her motorcycle down the "road" was beyond him. A change of clothes and shoes were safe in his backpack.
He broke through the tree line and began his slog up the muddy hill to the Xiao Long House. The damned mutt hadn't seen him, as luck would have it, so Jaune scaled the hill without the baying of a wardog. Carefully withdrawing his scroll, he shot a message to the Xiao Longs to let them know he'd arrived. With a tired sigh, he slipped the scroll into his bag and closed the umbrella: his head was instantly soaked.
They couldn't open the door, as Zwei would notice, and the stupid furball could open doors, so they couldn't shut him in. No, Instead Jaune was reduced to this. He took hold of the exposed wood beneath Yang's 2nd floor window, and began to climb.
"Prince of the Grimm, and a twenty pound corgi is making me climb through a window in a rainstorm…" he griped, knocking on the glass. It opened quickly, and Yang took an uncompromising grip before pulling him into her bedroom. Jaune dropped onto the plastic bags protecting the floor from his mess. "Heya, Yang," he said morosely.
"Hi Jaune." Yang replied, equally tired by the whole process. "I'll make sure the coast is clear." He nodded, standing up and snatching his bag. She stuck her head out the door, sweeping the hallway for asshole dogs. Closing it, she gave him the thumbs up. "When you get back, I'll have a movie ready, cool?"
"Cool." He stepped by, dipping to peck her cheek before sneaking to the bathroom for a quick shower and change. He liked watching movies with Yang, he enjoyed lazing in their dorm and letting her find movies he'd never even heard of (not that hard, really), but that wasn't what they had planned. Patch was an outdoorsman's paradise: hills and woods for hiking, good beaches, several lakes, a small series of cliff faces. A day indoors on Patch was a day wasted. And the storms had trapped them inside every day.
His shower was burning hot and lightning fast. He bagged his muddy clothes, changed, and opened the door.
The mad snapping of Zwei forced him to close the door. Jaune let out a defeated moan, sliding down the frame of the bathroom door, pulling free his scroll to let Yang know, even if the whole family had already heard the snarling. All the while, the tiny black and white dog barked and growled and smashed its brainless skull against the wood. By the time Tai dragged the dog away, Jaune had joined in on banging his head on the sturdy door.
Yang stalked down the road to Patchwork, boots squelching as she pulled them free of the mud. Thank god her riding boots were so tall.
At least while Bumblebee was stuck in the mud, she wouldn't get any in her shoes.
Today, her twelfth back on Patch, was just as wet as the last ten days: muggy, muddy, and miserable. Unlike the last eleven days, however, Yang had opted to go to Patchwork to see Jaune, rather than force him to make the trek. She hoped the act would mix things up, as both of them had grown increasingly… frustrated.
Every one of their plans had been ruined: from Jaune staying with her family to shopping in Patchwork to visiting the beach. Everything spoiled, just like their moods. They could barely get any time alone, either, with Ruby and her Dad on high alert tracking Zwei, and the rain driving everyone to the out-of-sight and dry places. God, it'd been a week since they had made out! Her mood improved from murderous to furious when she reached the first paved sidewalk of the town, and she casually stalked her way to Jaune's place.
She knocked on the shabby door to Jaune's room, the rain still pouring behind her as she took off her drenched jacket. A startled Jaune opened the door, clearly dressed for the long walk to her place. "Yang? What are- come on in." He stepped back, and she walked in.
"Sorry, babe, I should have called…" She swept her eyes across the room: It wasn't bad, but it wasn't great. The wallpaper was faded, but not peeling. The sagging bed looked less than comfy, but not infested. It looked like… where you would stay in an emergency. Ignoring the conditions, she spun around to Jaune. "I figured this time I'd come to see you! Mix things up a little." She casually tossed her jacket to the hook; it missed, and splatted wetly on the spotted carpet by some piece of wicker. "Oops, sorry."
Jaune let out a tired sigh, but beat her to the jacket. "It's fine, don't sweat it." While he hung it up, she collapsed on the bed. For a moment, she thought it would give out beneath her. Jaune turned back to her, kicking off his shoes and easing down next to her. "So, how are you doing?"
"Well, my motorcycle is stuck in the mud, I'm soaked to the bone, and the world seems to be conspiring against me. Other than that, I'm doing alright, what about you?" Jaune let out a sore grunt.
"My girlfriend is currently getting my sheets wet, and her stupid dog is out to kill me, but otherwise the same." It took a second for it to set in, but Yang launched from the bed.
"Oh, shit! Sorry, sorry!" her pants had been just as waterlogged as her jacket, so she left a massive damp patch on his bed. Her boyfriend chuckled, waving to the ragged chair nearby. She dragged it over, then fetched a towel from the as-gross-as-expected bathroom, and sat down. "And I get Zwei has been a pain, Jaune, but he's not stupid." Jaune snorted his disagreement at that.
"Yang, if he was smarter, he'd have listened to one of the several hundred orders you guys have given him around me." She flicked her hair back, a trick Weiss had taught her.
"I think it's a big plus in Zwei's camp he can recognize a certain Prince when he sees him. You're a threat to him; he's a dog, he doesn't know better." Still lying down, Jaune threw his hands up in frustration.
"Most Grimm are hardly smarter, and you and all our friends in Beacon could walk into the Emerald Forest blindfolded and they would leave you alone." Now it was her turn to snort.
"Well, I can't implant a 'no kill' list in Zwei's brain so powerful he'd literally let himself be eviscerated before violating it."
"Which is exactly why he's inferior to Manny!" Feeling duty-bound to protect her adorable dog's honor, she balled up the towel she had been sitting on and chucked it at Jaune's prone form. In the blink of an eye, a black tentacle snaked out from beneath him, catching the towel. Jaune, skin now alabaster white and eyes red & black, lifted his head and stuck a tongue out at her.
Yang's head pivoted to the windows immediately to ensure no one could see Jaune, but he only laughed. "I haven't opened them once, don't worry. I did disable the camera in the ceiling light though; I didn't appreciate that." Yang's heart still hadn't quite slowed down from the initial shock of Jaune revealing himself so casually, so she simply nodded.
Jaune sat up, shuffling out of the coat he'd put on for his walk. "I'm still happy I came here, and I'm grateful to spend time with you, Yang. But that… that mutt has thrown the whole thing off. We can't even hang out in your house in peace!" Returning to focus, Yang felt her eyes flicker red for just a moment.
"Can you please stop insulting Zwei? Your housepets are creatures that feed off negativity, for crying out loud, isn't the pot calling the kettle black?" Distantly, she recognized what was happening, but she didn't make an effort to stop it. She was tired of this whole trip, she was so done with it.
"At least I can control mine." He chucked his coat for the hook, but missed; instead, Yang had to smack the jacket away. "Sorry. But come on! I could get Manny to give toddlers piggyback rides, and we can't even get Zwei to shut up."
"Given what I've seen Zwei do out there with Dad, he could probably take Manny." She saw Jaune's eyes constrict.
"Take that back." He said in a too-even tone. She stood up, resting a hand on her hip and jabbing a finger towards him.
"Pffff, Zwei makes me look like an amateur, Jaune. He can maul a Boarbatusk five times his size!" Jaune stood up, glaring as he loomed up, tentacles twitching in frustration. She wasn't about to be looked down at, and she stalked up to him, planting a finger in his chest. "Try that on for size, Grimm boy."
Jaune firmly pushed the finger out of his chest, glaring at her. "The Grimm could overrun this entire island in a day. The only reason we don't is because we can't be bothered. We're too busy with control of ninety percent of the planet, so we'll let you all enjoy your little corners." He smirked with more smugness than she knew Jaune could even manage. "Not bad for my brainless housepets, huh?" Yang didn't feel her eyes go red or her hair begin to crackle slightly.
She threw a punch at Jaune, a hard left uppercut. Jaune leaned back from it, a tentacle wrapping around her fist. He looked to the fist in surprise, then back to her, his smirk replaced by minor shock.
Yang slammed her lips into his. He tried to speak, so she forced her tongue into his mouth to silence him. Her free hand grabbed a fistful of shirt, and pushed into his reach to press herself against him. Jaune had reached down, taking a strong grip on her butt and squeezing tightly. She withdrew her tongue and nipped at his lower lip as she broke from the kiss.
"Yang?" Jaune asked, voice still carrying the heat of their argument.
"Fuck you, Jaune." She growled, fumbling at his belt with her one hand, the other still secured above her head by a black tendril. Jaune, rather than step away from the heat of her statement, drove against her, his own hands releasing her rear to fumble at her belt.
They'd only been doing this for a few weeks, not long enough to be skillful, but they were at least a little past the hesitant fumbling of last month. Jaune's pants were loose and her's on the ground moments later, Jaune releasing her hand so they could push at the other's shirts. Her tank top hit the floor as Jaune's tee went across her chair. His glorious abs free, Yang began to run her fingers across them, letting her nails scratch harshly. Tentacles wrapped around her wrists, however, pulling her hands to the side.
"What?" she accused, trying to shake his grip loose. Jaune didn't answer her, but instead took a firm grip of her waist and pulled her into another searing kiss, his tongue pushing into her mouth. She tried to take hold of his hair, to run her hands down his chest or his back, but he wouldn't relinquish his grip. Instead, his Tentacles brought her hands above her head, crossing them before a single black limb coiled them together. She pulled at the grip, but found it immovably strong.
It felt really good.
"We're so much stronger than we let you all think." Jaune whispered in her ear in a growling tone as she felt two tentacles slide between her thighs, wrapping around her legs, and lifting her off the ground. He raised her even with his face, red pupils boring into her very soul. She wanted to squirm under that gaze, wanted to step back or turn away or something, but he held her secure, her feet well clear of the ground.
"You don't look so tough to me." She said, pushing as much of her anger as before into her words. Jaune smiled at her wickedly.
All three of his tentacles released her at once. She landed on her feet, bouncing slightly, and padded over to put herself between Jaune and the bed. She smirked at him as he crouched slightly, taking something close to a combat stance. It would be far more intimidating if he wasn't in just a pair of boxers with jeans around his ankles. "Come on, big guy," she purred. Jaune closed the gap between them in a heartbeat, his heavier form pushing her off balance onto the bed. "Will you stop playing around and get on with it?" she complained, propping herself up on her elbows.
Jaune, still standing at the bed's edge, kneeled down. She started to scoot back to make room for him, but his tentacles slid out again. They took firm grips of her ankles and wrists, and dragged her closer to him. They also parted her legs just enough. Jaune dipped his head to the side, casually took hold of her purple panties and dragged them down her legs. The tentacles let go of her ankles to fling the garment aside before resuming their grip. She stared down her body in a strange mix of lust and anger as Jaune settled himself between her thighs.
She expected Jaune to try and make some comeback, some witty comment or remark. Instead, he ignored her stares settling himself in place and dragging her to his mouth. He breathed heavily on her womanhood, and she shuddered in his grip. Fingers pulled her open, and Jaune ran his tongue across her slit.
"Ohhhh god…" She moaned, relishing the return of this: she hadn't realized how badly she missed him. Jaune's tongue took another pass, this time passing lightly over her clit as he reached the top. "Fuck! Fuck, Jaune!" She tried to remember Jaune insulting her dog, or casually mentioning the Grimm were superior to her home. "You think you're hot stuff, huh? Well, you're not!" Jaune's tongue played across her lips roughly, and she felt a finger slip inside of her. "Talk to me! Jaune!"
Jaune didn't answer her. He kissed and licked and played with her increasingly wet pussy, his finger slowly building up speed as it pushed in slightly. She flexed in his grip, and he moved her hands back above her head. Both arms held by one tentacle, he brought the free limb down to her chest. It snaked inside the green bra where it began to play with her nipple. She bit down on her lip hard. Jaune slipped another finger in, pace quickening, and finally spoke.
"Got any more to say, Yang?" He asked as he pulled his tongue free of her petals, letting his fingers have full reign. She felt a low moan rise, but she held it down. Jaune watched her patiently: "You were talking pretty big earlier, where'd that go?" He pushed deep then, curling his fingers just the way he knew she loved. She felt her thighs flex, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Jaune lowered his head back to her crotch where he used his tongue to toy with her clit.
She bucked up into his face, the tentacles giving her just enough leeway for it. She felt her legs quiver with the strain of the action, and Jaune moved his limbs farther up, loosening and tightening their coils as they moved from ankle to knee to thigh. Gritting her teeth, she glared down at the man: "That all you got, ba-AAAAA!" Her voice cracked as Jaune sucked on her clit mid-sentence. The tentacle playing with her breast began to flick and squeeze the nipple, the lacey fabric brushing the skin while his lower limbs squeezed and massaged her thighs and ass.
"Big, tough Yang is all jelly," he teased, lifting from her long enough to speak. He planted a kiss just above her womanhood and began to pump faster. Her chest was beginning to heave, she kept squirming in his iron grip, feeling the friction of his coiled limbs. She could make out the faint sucking noise as his fingers slid in and out of her, the erotic sound pushing her farther along.
"J-J-Jauuu-" She couldn't find the strength to comment as her boyfriend pumped into her, his tongue playing with her between taunts. She had been so tight this whole trip. Wound up and up and up by all this stupid crap. He kissed her again, tongue flicking gently this time. His fingers, meanwhile, kept going.
"What are you gonna do, Yang?" He licked her again, sending shivers up her spine. "What are you gonna do?"
"I...I...I" He picked up speed again, he was merciless. "I-nnnnnng!" Her walls clamped down on his fingers, legs pulling against his tentacles to wrap around Jaune's head. Jaune's fingers kept their steady gliding, their slick motions aided by her nectar now flowing down them.
His tentacles kept up their pleasuring, as did his tongue, but his fingers began to slow. When he withdrew them for a final time, he looked down to his hand and the edge of the bed. "You've made such a mess, baby."
When Jaune stuck his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean, Yang was fairly certain she could have cum all over again.
She gasped in breaths while Jaune continued to watch her with proud, satisfied eyes. Still not releasing his eldritch grip on her, he stood up and pulled off his boxers, his girth hard and ready. He finally joined her on the bed, prowling up to her on the mattress and taking a possessive hold of her face before crashing his lips into hers.
His firm grip nearly prevented her from pushing her body against him, but his free tentacle supported her back in its effort, gliding along her spine as she ground herself against his toned body. His kisses usually held a level of tenderness, even in their passion, but now she found only a burning hunger. A fervency she felt as he bruised her lips and plunged his tongue into her. His hands kept a forceful grip on her head, preventing her from pulling away.
She pushed against him harder, hungrily. She felt herself possessed to try something new, and she tried to speak. Jaune's throaty growls drowned her out, but she tried again louder. He broke from the kiss, mild concern on his face, but she was quick to redirect him.
"Grab me." She said plainly. He lightly pressed his thumbs against her skin, and she rolled her eyes. "Not there, idiot."
Slowly, but with enough decisiveness that he couldn't misinterpret, she lifted her chin. Exposing her neck to him.
Jaune, even through the heat of his lust, understood what his lover wanted: his hands around her throat.
It wasn't really something they'd done before. He loved it when she kissed and bit his neck, and Yang had taken a shine to his tentacles on her legs and waist, but this was new. A calmer, less incredibly horny Jaune would probably have hesitated about the action, checking with her to be sure this was what she meant. This, however, was not that Jaune.
Besides, they trusted each other.
He let go of her face, though not her lips, and settled both hands around her neck. It seemed so delicate in his loose hands, so fragile. He tightened his grip slightly and Yang seemed to purr into his lips. Her eyes, still red as his own, had a glassy shine to them he took as a good sign, so he leaned close to her ear.
"The big, bad Grimm has you now, Yang," he whispered, nipping her jaw lightly to emphasize the point. He felt her twist and turn in his grip but not giving out the force he knew her capable of. "I have you, aaalll to myself…" He pressed then, squeezing all of his grips; he felt more than heard Yang's moan.
Jaune played a game of mental gymnastics as he toyed with the beautiful woman beneath him, however: how tight was too tight for her neck? He pushed her body against himself with his supporting limb, grinding her against his core as he flexed and squeezed. They'd found the pressure that was uncomfortable for her legs, but they were far stronger than her neck; no harder than her breasts, then? They were very sensitive, and while they both enjoyed giving them attention, he could only be so rough with them. That sounded right, and if Yang was uncomfortable, she could break his wrist grip easily.
"Get back in there!" he called to himself, and Jaune craned his head back over Yang. "So, what's the huntress gonna do?" He crooned to her, staring into her lust-fogged eyes. He felt Yang's legs pull in his grip and her calves press down on the backs of his legs. He gave her his best "evil" smile: "Good girl."
He steadied himself, steered both of their bodies to the correct position, and pushed inside of Yang with a determined thrust. He felt her clench hard around him and he let out his own grunt of satisfaction before pushing their mouths back together. They kissed roughly and sloppily as he pulled back from her core, then pushed back in, the bed creaking in approval. The motion was an even one, honed by thoroughly-enjoyed training and her evident pleasure, and he moaned into her mouth as she hummed against his encircling hands.
"You feel great today, baby," he murmured as he thrust forward again, drawing a squeak from Yang. "But you always feel great around my cock." He growled the last half of that, and the girl shivered happily beneath him as he again drew back for a forceful push.
He built up a steady pace, the wet slap of flesh on flesh filling their room as he drove into her. He was soon loosening his hold on her ass, neck, and breasts in rhythm with his thrusts, the return of the pressure and his cock working Yang into a franic state: he was on cloud nine too. She would nip at his lips, and pushed back against his thrusts with as much force as she could manage so restrained, it was intoxicating.
He decided to up the intensity; He released her lips, though Yang briefly chased after them, and hunched lower. With his hands above his head and with his thrusting, the position as he settled his mouth on her free breast was a little awkward, but Yang was obviously enjoying herself. One tendril had been alternating between her breasts for a while now, but he wanted to feel her for himself: the pale skin was flushed from its rubbing, her nipple hard. He licked it roughly, turning it with his tongue to her pleasure.
Yang's chest and neck vibrated with the sound of her pleasure, and he continued to play with her. He closed his teeth down on the sensitive skin lightly, grazing the flesh and pulling a shudder from her lithe, hard frame. He upped the speed of his thrusts, nearly to the limit of what she found comfortable, and sucked lightly on the tit as his tongue continued to drag across her nipple. He squeezed down rapidly and hard with his tentacles, pulling her body taught for a moment as he shoved her into the next thrust.
A high and keening whine pushed through Yang's lips as he felt her walls tighten around his cock, but he didn't let himself slow. He kept pounding into her greedily, milking her climax for all it was worth. He kept plowing into her: woman, man, and bed groaning in concert with his thrusts. He felt it coming, and for the briefest moment he relaxed his hand and lifted his lips.
"Yang!" He said frantically, still pushing in. The girl didn't speak, instead pressing into his rear with her crossed ankles as her response. Taking the woman's permission to heart, Jaune resumed his rhythmic squeezing and sucking, doing his best to keep his thrusts regular and heated as he approached his own end.
With a mighty cry and a powerful shudder, the bed frame snapped.
Both Jaune and his lover let out undignified squawks as the bed folded up, the headboard collapsing on top of them and the tremendously tilted mattress.
With a fury unseen even on the sparring ground, the sex-addled teens threw themselves out of the wreckage, Yang kicking the offending headframe over and cracking the wood. Jaune, struggling to escape the freed fitted sheet, was growling in anger and honestly considering cutting his hand to summon a small horde of Nevermores to tear the offending fabric to shreds. He finally worked himself loose of the damned thing as Yang stalked around the other side of the ruined frame, tugging angrily but carefully, at her hair.
"FUCKING DAMNIT!" she howled, swinging a kick at the boxspring. "Can one thing go right this trip!?" She took another swipe, this time at the duvet, and let out a frustrated growl. Jaune, still rock hard and furious, very much agreed with her opinion. "Jaune, get over here!" She spat out, getting on her knees and grumbling angrily under her breath.
Jaune did as she said, but when she leaned toward his cock, he caught her head. "What?!" She hissed, frustration still seething out.
His tentacles struck, seizing hold of her and lifting her from the ground. They deftly lifted her, wrapping around her spread legs and linking behind her shoulders. She was caught off guard by his grabbing her and looked to him in confusion. Until he took strong grip of her sides beneath her breasts and lined himself up for another round.
"Fuck it," he growled through clenched teeth, "we don't need the bed." Even Yang seemed shocked by the ferocity of his voice, but he wiped it away by pushing into her. His lover cried in ecstacy, throwing her arms around his neck and taking hold as he quickly returned to his fast pace. They'd foregone a bed once before at Beacon, but Yang had been facing away from him for that: here, he pushed and pulled her body, her chest grazing his own as he brought her down to meet strong thrusts.
He was strong, it had been one of his few saving graces in school, and his grimm tentacles even stronger. With their uncompromising hold on Yang's legs, ass and shoulders, along with the girl's vice grip on his neck, he had no fear of losing her. So, he thrust with abandon, lowering and raising the girl to meet his own pumping action. His grip on her neck removed, Yang moaned continually as he fucked her. He met her eyes and found them blank, mouth hanging open as her cries escaped her.
"She's beautiful." Even in the rage and sex-induced haze, the thought pressed through to the center of his mind. He cut off her voice, bringing their lips together almost tenderly and leaving only the sound of his frenzied thrusting to fill the space. Their kisses did not slow their furious humping, however, both lovers mewling into the other's mouth as they continued undaunted.
He pushed her against his core in a hard thrust, drawing her chest close against his own and released into her. His motions become ragged as he groaned into Yang, she groaned back as he filled her, grinding her hips against him as he released. His tentacles seized and clenched as his climax ended, drawing more erotic moans from Yang even while her gentle kisses led him from his haze.
She licked tenderly at his bruised and sore lips, their feathery touches in stark contrast to the virtual pounding he'd completed not a minute ago. He eased the grip on her legs, which she wrapped around his waist for balance, and she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Oh fuck, Jaune," she sighed in exhaustion, "Oh shit, that was amazing." Jaune debated putting her down, but his girlfriend seemed genuinely worn. Instead, he backed up slowly until he reached the chair, easing them down together. She positioned herself to be sitting astride him, and Jaune felt his softening length slip free. He let out his own sigh as the chair accepted his weight, acknowledging the soreness from holding Yang up entirely for so long.
"I hope I didn't go a little overboard at the end," he said between easing breaths. Yang shook her head frantically, however, long hair brushing his neck and chest.
"No, god no! Jaune, I want you to do that again!" She coughed lightly, the barest laugh within it. "Maybe not for a couple days, because I won't walk right tomorrow, but let's absolutely do that again." Jaune let out a sigh of relief and felt the twinge of anticipation at her enthusiastic agreeal.
Looking to the mass of blonde hair, Jaune asked unsurely: "Would, uh, you mind being aggressive again? Like when we started to get into it?" Yang pushed herself upright, smirking at his hopeful face.
"I thought you were enjoying our lover's spat, heh, is that your Mom's side of the family talking?" Jaune, slipping back into human form, thought back carefully on what he'd been feeling during their argument. Yang enjoyed his expression, however, giggling as she flexed fingers on his shoulders. "If it goes like that, and you squeeze my neck again, I'd be happy to: they do say making up is the best part of a fight." She gave him a wink, and he dipped in for a kiss, holding her gently as she gripped his face.
A knocking on the door interrupted their moment. Jaune broke the kiss before resting his forehead on hers, letting out a tired sigh. Really, they couldn't get any peace.
"I'm going to wash up, 'kay?" He nodded his understanding as Yang slid off him, knocking still coming from the door. Jaune stoof, grabbed the damp towel he'd used to dry the bed, and went to see who wanted to talk.
Leaning from behind the door, he cracked it open to see Mr. Tan, the owner: "Yes, sir?" The older man registered Jaune's naked state, and likely the running shower, and coughed into a hand.
"About, uh, fifteen minutes ago a lot of the nearby rooms said they heard a crash?" The pudgy gentleman studied his feet, and Jaune imagined he would have felt embarrassed if he wasn't still annoyed at being interrupted.
"The bed broke, I'm sorry. I'll pay for the replacement." Tan blinked several times, failing to find words. "Mr. Tan, I really am sorry, but I'm, a little busy at the moment?" This, finally, broke the spell, and the older man stepped back towards the pouring rain.
"Right, yes. Eh, sorry to bother you. You'll need to come by the main building and we'll figure out your expenses for the damages. I'll have the boys bring a spare frame over in… half an hour?" Jaune turned back towards the bathroom, considering how long it would be before they could make the space presentable.
"Would you be able to make it a full hour?" The older man spluttered at first, but quickly shook his hands.
"No, no, I mean yes! I mean, it won't be a problem, have a good day Mr. Arc." He practically fled the stoop, and Jaune closed the door, cutting off the sound of the torrential rain. Jaune scanned the room morosely: a shattered bed scattered across half the room, soiled sheets atop a sad looking mattress and box spring, oh, and cum on the chair as well.
"Lots of work to do…" The shower continued on in the bathroom, however, and Jaune was struck with a mischievous idea. As he had hoped, Yang had not locked the door; well, the lock was broken, but the principle was the same. Hair plastered to her back and neck, Yang poked around the curtain to see who had joined her and smiled widely.
"I don't think we're ready for round two", he chuckled, "but think it would be more efficient for me to join you?"
"Nope!" She said happily, popping the P as she held the curtain open. It was not faster, and the confined space certainly made their washing a pain, but it was the most entertaining shower of his life.
Yang texted her team aimlessly from atop the desk, legs swinging below her, as Jaune and a couple of the motel employees collected the remains of the bed and the bagged collection of sheets and chair covers. She also ignored their stares and the impressed looks they continually shot Jaune. When the old wreck had been removed and the bed replaced on its new frame, she hopped off and scooped up her jacket.
"Ready?" She asked, heading to the door. Jaune pulled up his hood and snatched his umbrella before holding the door open for her.
"Ready."
Huddling close together beneath Jaune's umbrella against the steady downpour, Jaune and Yang began the long walk to reclaim her bike, mired in the mud halfway to Jaune's place. Her boots were already hopelessly coated in mud, but she still grunted in annoyance when they reached the edge of Patchwork and its paved sidewalks.
"Hey, Yang?" She looked up to Jaune, grinning sillily at her. He offered her the umbrella, which she accepted, and he knelt down beside her: "Hop on."
"You're such a goof!" She snorted, ruffling his hair.
"That's not a no.~" He teased, shaking his back. "Weren't you complaining about having a hard time walking earlier? Let me help you."
Jaune, as she well knew, was a nice ride, even in the mud.
He'd broken a sweat by the time they reached Bumblebee, but thanks to his stupidly great stamina he was still ready to push the damn bike. Dragging her motorcycle uphill through the mud in the rain, she felt like she was prepping stories for her kids about how much better they had it compared to her. She looked over to Jaune as she considered whether she would make the trek ten or twenty miles long, and froze dead.
"Yang?" Jaune asked, looking over to her. "You alright?" She shook herself free, returning to pushing.
"Sorry! Weird thought hit me, my bad." He grunted, and the two went back to pushing.
"Did I really just? I mean, Jaune's great, and we've been together for a while now…" Ugh, and now she was considering her future while she and her boyfriend pushed her bike up a muddy hill in the rain. She wasn't even eighteen yet, not the time for this!
"Bet they'd be super cute." No! Nope, not thinking about it. She had to distract herself. Going off her mental map, they had another few minutes of pushing until they got home, she just needed to keep herself busy.
"Hey, Jaune." She squeezed through strained pushes.
"Yes, Yang?"
"When do I get to meet your family?" Now it was Jaune's turn to lock up, and she immediately began to berate herself.
"That's your brilliant distraction?! You idiot, you moron, you absolute, completely-"
"W-would you want to?" he asked, rushing back into place opposite her.
"Yes!" she said. "FUCKING STUPID IDIOT!" she thought.
"Well, uhh…" Jaune drifted off, thinking, and Yang saw the trees ending ahead, her house just above the rise. "Seeing mom would be hard: maybe impossible, what with the whole… you know. I could convince Dad to visit, though? And my sisters, yeah!" Jaune was warming to the topic, and Yang was as well, given the Queen of the fucking Grimm was not on the invite list.
She may have been her boyfriend's mother, but still! Plus, it would be way better if they came to them; Jaune's "tower" sounded terrifying. Through the rain, she could barely make out her Dad on the covered porch. She thought he waved to them, it was hard to tell.
"I can give them a call, Dad at least will be able to answer?" Jaune sounded nervous, and frankly she was shaking in her boots, but…
"Yeah, yeah I think we should do that, babe. You met mine, I'll meet yours." Her dad hopped the railing and began to stomp downhill to meet them on their route to the shed. Jaune hummed nervously, but he didn't say no. She could handle meeting his old man, right? And a few sisters? Ruby had said one of his younger ones was okay.
Tai joined them, taking position in the rear and helping them finally wheel the bike into the workshed. Both teneagers slumped once they were out of the rain, while her dad laughed.
"So, how was the walk?" he said, prodding her in the ribs.
"Oh, it was a regular stroll through the park." She grunted, pushing herself up and walking over to Jaune. "Wanna hang out in here? I don't think my 'evil beastie' knows you're here." Jaune smiled, but shook his head.
"Mr. Tan wanted to talk to me, remember? I'll come by tomorrow though, okay?" He stood, wrapping her in a rain-soaked hug. Yang looked nervously to her Dad; he was watching them, but he didn't seem angry. She turned back to Jaune and nuzzled her head into his chest before he could let her go.
"Jaune, I have a plan for tomorrow, but make sure to wear your good boots."
"Are we going on a picnic?" He asked, chuckling from above her.
"No, I… I want you to meet my mom." From the corner of her eye, she saw her father lock onto her, while Jaune fell silent. "It's important to me. Please?" she whispered into his jacket. Jaune didn't let go, rocking the two of them gently for a moment.
"Alright," he whispered back, pressing his lips to the top of her head. She let go of his arms and stepped back, letting him walk by. Jaune offered her father his hand before he left, which the older blond accepted, and then her boyfriend was off into the rain. She and her father watched him go, stepping carefully through the upturned mud.
"He means a lot to you, doesn't he?" her dad asked quietly from behind her. She kept watching the bobbing black form of Jaune as he made his slow way down the hill.
"Yeah, he does…" She started taking off her jacket and reached for the bucket and brushes hung by the door. "Means the world to me, dad." She set the bucket beneath the rainspout and began gathering the cleaning supplies. "He's gonna call home and see if I can meet his parents, do you wanna help me clean this thing up?" Looking back, she saw her father still watching out the door, following Jaune's form.
Her father shook his head eventually, pulling the topped bucket inside for her. "Sorry, I was doing some work on the porch earlier. I'll come back if you're still working when I'm done, though." Her father stepped out into the rain, holding up a hand. "Starting to lighten a bit, that's nice."
Yang, sloshing water into the mud-soaked crevice of her bike, grunted. That was nice: they only had two days left on Patch, but maybe it wouldn't be a damn monsoon when they left for school.
"Planning on bringing Ruby along tomorrow? We could make a trip out of it?" She missed the interest in her father's voice as she inspected the machinery for damage.
"Thanks, but I was just gonna go with Jaune." She was immersed into her work, missing her father close the shed door and watch a very interesting young man disappear into the trees.
A/N: This time around, I listened to The Who's "Behind Blue Eyes" on repeat: 91 times, so this story went a lot faster, yeah? I began this chapter days after C1, but stepped away to work on several other stories. Thanks, as before, to Spooky Noodle for reviewing my work for errors and for hosting this for me. What do y'all think of another go at this story?
B/N: Hi, this is your favorite shitty writer, Spooky Noodle. I just want to say how amazing everyone else is and how awesome a writer Aetheling is. Have I mentioned I'm trash tier lately? I'm like the Blake of this community, but without a Sun: a sun would provide either literal or metaphorical light to my life, which I don't have.