Jaune sat on the edge of Weiss' bed, the young heiress sitting in his lap, as his lips roved up and down the dip of her neck planting soft kisses. She moaned slightly with pleasure, his tiny pecks of affection causing her body to react in a manner that would usually have been unseemingly for a Schnee but she had long since turned her back on such thoughts. Her hand reached up to caress her Knight's face, her icy blue eyes meeting his sky blue for a moment, giving him permission to go further.
The relationship Weiss and Jaune now enjoyed had begun not long after arriving in Atlas. Weiss, who had go to great lengths to put some distance between herself and her father as well as reunite with her team, had been devastated to learn that her father knew of her return to Atlas and that he insisted upon her returning to the manor. General Ironwood had obliged, however, through some persuasion on Qrow's part he'd also included that her team and friends would be required to stay in the manor as well. This had helped to alleviate some of the stress Weiss had felt upon returning to her prison, for the Schnee manor had never once felt like a home to her, but her father was a creative man who went out of his way to exert what power he could over her.
While she hid it well, Jaune was the first to notice the subtle changes to her personality. Much of the progress she'd made as a person was repressed in an effort to please her father and otherwise stay under the radar. Jaune was quick to come to her aid, wanting nothing more than to be a friend whom she could rely on. The Weiss who had first started at Beacon would have been appalled and immediately shut him down. The Weiss of today, however, found the offer all too welcoming and soon found herself taking time to sit and chat with the knight. These small moments were something they both relished as each found themselves confiding in one another, Weiss about her family and upbringing and Jaune about his family heritage as well as the toll Pyrrha's death had taken on him.
Over the course of a few weeks their relationship deepened with the couple often offering a hand to one another, squeezing it in a show of support. It wouldn't be long before hormones and affection gave way as they shared a chaste kiss. This would soon be followed by several moments of them slipping out of prior engagements, often with some sort of excuse, before meeting up in an alcove to bask in the taste of each other's lips and drown in the comfort of having someone with whom they shared an intimate relationship. Now things were taking another step forward as both young adults had made the choice to bare everything to one another.
"Are you sure about this Weiss?"
"Of course I am. I wouldn't have suggested to this if I didn't trust you, Jaune."
"I know, it's just, what if someone walks in on us?"
"It's late at night so everyone should be asleep. Besides, I asked Klein to make sure no one disturbs us. It'll just be you and me until morning."
"Sorry, I'm just nervous," he admitted sheepishly.
"As am I but, at the same time, I'm a little excited. I never thought I'd have someone I cared about on such a deep level before."
"Neither did I," he said, smiling softly at her complement. "Alright, I'm going to start."
Weiss nodded and felt his fingers starting to fumble with the buttons on her dress top. Her heart hammered rhythmically with each one he undid, loosening it that much more until until it slipped off onto the floor, revealing her pearly white skin and the blue lace bra she'd choose to wear that was both enticing and tasteful. She felt Jaune's hands run from the tops of her shoulders down her arms, the heat from his skin causing her own to prickle with Goosebumps. She inhaled sharply as he began to kiss her neck, starting on one side before making his way around to the other. With his hands on her stomach, he traced his way up her body and felt them slip beneath her bra to massage her petite breasts.
Weiss found herself at war with herself. The cold, analytical, pampered girl her father had raised her to be screamed out in disgust. How dare he touch her in such an inappropriate manner! She would have his hands torn from his body for such an atrocity. She was quickly snubbed out, however, by a different voice, one that reveled in the feeling of Jaune's warm hands massaging her breasts, tracing small circles around her nipples in a manner that caused them to become erect. The voice cooed softly, whispering words of delight and ecstasy, longing for him to go further. She was so focused on it that she didn't notice him unsnap her bra and as it fell she instinctively clasped her hands over her breasts, covering herself.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Jaune apologized, his face beat red from embarrassment.
"N-no, it's not you it's just… I'm not very big," she admitted.
"What?"
"My breasts, they're not very big," she said, her voice small as her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "They're not as attractive as Yang's or Pyrrha's might have been. I wish they were bigger, like my sister's, but…" she trailed off, too embarrassed to continue.
She was surprised, however, when Jaune turned her head to look at his and she saw his firm but loving gaze starring back at her.
"It makes no difference to mean whether they're big or small, Weiss. I find every part of you attractive."
"You're just saying that, you dolt," she chided.
"No, I'm not. I'll admit, when we first meet, my attraction to you was based purely on looks. Looking back, I can see how all my attempts to woe you would have been greatly annoying, especially considering that they were all things I assumed you'd like and completely ignored the fact that I should have taken the time to get to know you first rather than going off of my own assumptions.
Since we've been here, though, I've had the opportunity to truly get to know the real Weiss Schnee. I've been blessed to be a friend she can trust and confide in and before long I found myself falling in love with her. So, when I say I don't care whether you're smaller or bigger than your teammates or sister, I mean it. I love every part of you, mentally and physically, and I do mean every part," he said, tracing a finger softly over the scar on her eye for emphasis, "and I hope hope you feel the same about me."
"Of course I do!" she said, her sudden outburst catching both of them off guard.
Weiss' blush deepened while Jaune smiled warmly, pleased beyond words to hear her say that. He softly kissed her eye with the scar then her lips, feeling her push against him in response.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked softly.
"N-no, please continue," she said.
He did so, massaging her petite breasts in a manner that had her moaning in pleasure. One of his hands stopped, however, and began making its way down to her waist line. He hesitated for a moment, waiting for her acknowledgement before continuing. Nervous, Weiss nodded, her heartbeat quacking in anticipation of what was to come.
Her legs rubbed together as Jaune's hand slipped beneath the waist of her skirt, roving over her thigh for a moment and eliciting a twitch of excitement from her. It then moved between her legs, tracing over her lace patties, and began massaging the area there. He alternated between rubbing her up and down before tracing small circles. Weiss' body began to heat up, her body reacting in an unfamiliar but not at all unpleasant way to his enticements. Already she could feel her panties beginning to dampen and she bit her lip in anticipation, wanting to tell him to go further but hesitating to do so. Jaune didn't wait long as his hand soon slipped beneath the fabric and began to caress the soft lips that lay beneath.
She inhaled sharply, her breaths heavy as her body's temperature continued to rise. She'd never felt this way before. It was foreign to her, embarrassing, unnatural but oh so good. Jaune was beginning to be more assertive with his actions, his lips roaming up the side of her neck before nibbling softly on her earlobe. She moaned again, a little louder than before, and nearly cried out in pleasure as his finger slipped in between her soft folds. She muffled her cry by covering her mouth with her hand and squeezed his thigh with her other.
With his finger rubbing her inside and his tongue running up and down her neck, Weiss felt like she was going to burst. Already she could feel something building, threatening to break like a damn and unleash itself. It was becoming more and more difficult with each passing moment to maintain her composure as she gave into the pleasure.
"J-jaune, s-stop for a m-moment," she managed to say.
"What is it?" he asked, confused and a little concerned.
Relieved, Weiss unbuttoned her skirt, letting it fall to the ground before removing her now ruined panties. Revealing herself completely to him, she felt a little awkward as his eyes roved over her naked form. Pushing through it, she pressed him gently onto her bed, straddling him as she leaned forward, allowing her hair to fall around his face.
"I wanted to look at you before it became too much," she admitted.
Jaune didn't say anything, his eyes glued to hers as she starred down at him. It didn't take long for him to get back into the swing of things as he leaned upwards to lock his lips with hers before his hand found a place behind her head while his other returned to massaging her in a very pleasurable manner. She moaned loudly, her voice muffled by his tongue as he used two fingers to caress her insides. By now she was at her limit, feeling the pressure ready to burst.
"Jaune, some things coming," she said in between breathes. "Jaune. Jaune. Ja-ahhh!"
Reaching her peak, Weiss convulsed as her body erupted into spasms of pleasure. The pressure she'd felt building up had released itself all throughout her body, leaving her feeling euphoric and incredibly satisfied. Unable to hold herself up she fell onto Jaune who wrapped her in his warm embrace. Breathing heavily, she basked in the feeling only he had managed to illicit within her, a feeling that was wonderful and terribly addicting.
"Weiss, you alright?" she heard him ask.
"Your shirt, take it off," she said quietly.
"What?"
"Shirt. Off. Now." She ordered.
Startled, Jaune quickly did as he was told, removing his shirt to reveal his toned stomach with a six-pack of abs and muscular frame. He attempted to get up but was shoved forcibly back onto the bed by Weiss. She forced her lips on him, attacking his own more aggressively than usual, before biting his lip as she pulled away. Leaning back to startle his waist, she gazed down at her surprised but aroused knight.
"Just so you know, I'm more than alright. Now it's my turn. Do you have any objections?"
Jaune shook his head, completely at her mercy. In response to the coy smile that spread across her face, Jaune felt himself rise to the occasion, in more ways than one.
So, this is my first attempt at writing some erotica. Honestly, I wanted it to be something personal without being too outlandish. I've read some RWBY erotica and, while it was entertaining, the depictions presented could be a bit much. By that I mean they exaggerated quite a few things and appendages which made it a lot less appealing. In that regard I decided to make something that felt more realistic but what I also hoped would do the characters justice. More often than not I'll find things that are very rough but not so many that take their time to build up the situation, with each character exploring the limits of each other before culminating in a grand finale. Hopefully you enjoyed this little snippet and if you'd like to read more just let me know. I may consider doing requests if I get enough likes.