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Hers (Jaune x Bleiss)

Summary: Long hours, lousy pay, unreasonable bosses, life is hell for Jaune Arc, the new intern at the illustrious Schnee Dust Company. But when the boss's daughter shows up to take a personal interest in him, things… change.

"Arc where the hell are my documents? Arc is the file ready yet? Arc! I said the red file not the maroon one idiot! Arc quit slacking off! Arc! Arc! Arc!" Jaune said in a falsetto. Pushing the buttons on the coffee maker with more force than was necessary, Jaune slid his cup into place and waited for the machine to dispense the black gold.

"Oh don't worry Mr Schnee, we'll get right on it, it'll be done by Monday sir. Arc! Finish the god damned report by Friday morning or you're fired! Fucking bullshit suck-ups, fucking unpaid OT. Why'd I take the job again?" Grumbling and heading over to the sink, he let the water run and splashed some of it onto his face.

"Right, because I'm a fucking moron. Should have listened to Pyr and joined her at Ren and Nora's start-up instead. Beats the hell out of being a corporate slave. Fucking snakes and professional ass kissers everywhere." Jaune spat into the sink and slapped his cheeks to wake himself up.

Glancing at his watch, he grumbled when he noticed the clock had ticked past midnight and it was now Friday morning. "Fucking A! Busting my ass off for a job that isn't mine just so you can file my name off the work and slap yours on and look pretty."

Jaune sighed wearily. The report was far from finished and he'd be pulling another all-nighter at the office to hopefully have something to show by 8 AM. Everyone else had already gone home, including his bitch of a supervisor who clocked out early after dumping even more work on him earlier.

When he signed the contract to intern at the SDC, this was not what he expected at all. Evidently the rumours that the company treated their employees like slaves had merit after all.

"Fuck… I must be the only intern in the world to sleep at the office more than at home. Fuck this piece of shit company. At least no one else is here to give me more shit to worry about." Jaune dried his face with some paper towels and froze when an amused cough came from behind him.

"Oh, I don't know about that one."

Jaune swallowed hard and slowly turned around. His worst fears were confirmed when he spotted the young woman standing there. Long black hair neatly done up in a side ponytail, piercing red eyes that scorched with a single gaze, a tasteful black dress and jacket combo, and of course, the scar over her eye that left no doubt as to who she was.

"M-Ms Schnee! I… I didn't hear you come in." Jaune stammered out nervously.

Her amused smile widened by a smidgen and she started walking towards him slowly. Every step she took, Jaune took an involuntary one back, and that only made her smile grow again. "Please, Ms Schnee is my sister…"

Jaune's back hit the wall and he pressed himself back up against it, nowhere left to retreat to. With her prey cornered, she looked like the cat that ate the canary, her hands came up and grabbed Jaune's tie, adjusting it to fit better. "You can call me Bleiss."

"T-that is, um… M-Ms Bleiss…" Jaune stammered, his panic building to critical levels. Despite towering over the five-foot nothing girl, he felt like a mouse in her presence. Everyone in the SDC knew who Bleiss Schnee was, everyone.

The favourite daughter of Jacques Schnee, some said she was the true power in the company. A single word from her could end the career of even the most senior officers of the SDC. And her various contacts beyond the company, including rumoured underworld connections, would see those who earned her ire permanently relegated to the dustbin of history without any chance of a comeback.

On an unrelated note, he had also developed a tiny little major crush on her after running into her on a few occasions.

And now she'd just caught him bad mouthing her company.

"Ah! No Ms please, Just Bleiss will do." She said and let go of his tie, running her fingers down his broad chest next, delighting in the way he flinched and shivered at the touch.

"Jaune Arc. The new intern. You seem to have quite a lot to say about my company, don't you?" The way Bleiss dragged out his name sent a shiver down his spine.

"I-I'm sorry?" Jaune squeaked out. He was a dead man and he could feel the chill of the executioner's axe resting on his neck.

"Mmmm…" Bleiss hummed and stepped in closer, pressing herself up against him, letting him get a whiff of the perfume she wore. The difference in their heights afforded him an excellent view down her cleavage and he averted his eyes, the last thing he needed to happen was to pop a boner now.

"No, no, you're not sorry. I heard everything you said after all, everything."

"I… I'll just go pack my things now!" Jaune tried to step away from Bleiss but she wasn't having any of it.

A hand slammed into the wall right beside his head, blocking off his path of retreat. "Oh, I didn't say you could leave yet Jaune, stay awhile."

Jaune slumped down the wall and suddenly he was looking up at her, into those amused eyes that were completely devoid of mercy.

"I… I'm fired right? I'll just go clear my des-" A slender finger on his lips silenced him instantly.

"Now don't go putting words into my mouth Jaune, there are… better things that you could put there." Her enigmatic smile made him shiver again as warning bells started sounding in his head.

"Stay, and tell me more about what Malachite has been up to yes?"

Jaune swallowed the lump in his throat and spilled the beans on everything he'd been forced to endure since joining the SDC. If he was going down here, might as well take Malachite down with him.

To his surprise, Bleiss didn't interrupt him at all, simply prodding him to continue when he paused, allowing him to get the full story out.

"Pack your things, you're going home. Don't come back to the office in the morning." Bleiss said after a moment of silence, a hint of distaste in her expression.

Jaune's spirits fell, he should have expected it really, given his earlier tirade. But still, a small part of him hoped that he wouldn't be fired after explaining everything.

"But I expect you to continue working on the Vale Media joint venture report on your own. Come back on Monday with the finished report." Bleiss continued, leaving Jaune confused.

"Uh, Ms- I mean Bleiss." Jaune hastily amended his words when her glare sharpened.

"I'm… not fired?"

"Of course not, why would I ever fire you?" She purred and placed her palm on his chest.

"For the rest of the weekend, don't take any calls or messages from the office yes? I'll see you on Monday, there's… a surprise in store." Bleiss chuckled to herself, laughing at a joke only she could appreciate.

"Hmm, this late all the buses and trains aren't running anymore are they?"

"Yes, I'll just take a cab hom-" Jaune started, but she silenced him with another finger over his lips.

"Nonsense, I'll give you a ride home." Bleiss laughed again, the musical sound only making him more nervous. Stepping away from Jaune, Bleiss headed for the door, swaying her hips from side to side and drawing his eyes to them.

Jaune exhaled and adjusted his collar, suddenly feeling it was too tight despite Bleiss adjusting his tie for him earlier. Somehow, he managed to keep his job and if Bleiss wanted to give him a lift home, he'd graciously accept it. No sense pushing his luck now by turning down her goodwill.

Shaking his head to snap out of his daze, he hurried off after her, desperate to pack up and not keep her waiting any longer than necessary.

"And here we are, ooh, a new record time too." Bleiss smirked at her watch and stepped out of her car. Jaune followed suit, breathing heavily and trying his best not to have his shaky legs crumble under him.

There was safe driving, there was reckless driving, there was suicidal driving… and then there was Bleiss.

"Your place certainly has character." Bleiss commented, raising an eyebrow at the state of disrepair the apartment complex was in.

"It's cheap enough to rent and close to Beacon University. Um, thank you for the ride." Jaune answered, making his way toward the stairs.

His tired and frazzled mind failed to notice Bleiss following him up until the door was unlocked and she simply slipped her smaller frame past him and inside. "What the!?"

"Thought it'd be messier. Well, it's going to be." Bleiss said and started poking around the small one bedroom flat.

"M-Ms Schnee!? What are you doing!?" Jaune sputtered in disbelief.

"It's Bleiss Jaune, if you call me Ms Schnee one more time… then I'll just have to punish you, won't I?" She shrugged off her jacket and tossed it onto a beat-up sofa, exposing her bare shoulders.

Jaune swallowed nervously, feeling his pants grow too tight all of a sudden. Bleiss Schnee was a person he could not oppose at all given the differences in their stations. And he was quite frankly terrified of her, but at the same time, she was also insanely hot and his treacherous body approved of her 100%. "Bleiss… what… what are you doing here? Shouldn't you uh… go home?"

"Telling me what to do? Bold, aren't you?" Bleiss strode over to Jaune and grabbed his tie, pulling him down slightly. Jaune braced himself for the slap that never came, instead a pair of moist lips pressed against his cheek.

Jaune's eyes widened in surprise, but before he could say anything, Bleiss had taken advantage of his distracted state to push him down and straddle his hips.

"Malachite will get what's coming to her on Monday, I don't like it when people touch my toys." Her eyes seemed to glow in the darkness and a lascivious smirk spread across her face slowly.

"T-toy?" Jaune squeaked.

"That's right, you belong to me now Jaune Arc. You were mine the moment you signed the contract. I will admit, being too busy to collect you earlier was my fault, but now… no time like the present right?" Bleiss shrugged and started grinding herself against him.

Jaune groaned, whatever questions he had wiped away by the soft feel of her derriere on his crotch.

"Mmm, this part of you definitely agrees." Bleiss smirked, feeling him harden under her was exhilarating and she start grinding down harder, teasing him with promises of untold pleasure.

"W-why!?" Jaune gasped out.

"Because I want you. And what a Schnee wants, a Schnee gets. I'm never letting you go dear." Bleiss said and tore off her dress in one motion. Now dressed in only a set of lacy set of lingerie that was almost see through and black stockings, she was even more of a feast for his eyes.

"And you, are overdressed." Bleiss reached down and ripped open his shirt, popping all the buttons off. Raking her nails down his chest, she grinned and made sure to attack his ticklish spots.

"I've got an idea, you in the office wearing a collar."

"A-a collar?"

"Yes, and nothing else. Ah fuck, I'm getting so wet just thinking about it. The whole SDC is going to know who you belong to. How about it? Fucking on top of Malachite's old desk?" Bleiss's crude words only served to make him harder, but with his cock still trapped, there was no relief to be had and Jaune could only groan needily.

"Do you want to cum Jaune? Want to stick it in my cunt and violate your boss's daughter? If you answer honestly, I just might let you." Bleiss leaned in close and whispered into his ear, one hand sliding down to fondle him.

"Yeeeesss…" Jaune moaned, face red from shame.

"That's a good boy." Bleiss purred in satisfaction and shifted herself off him. Getting to work, she quickly tore off his belt and then ripped his pants and boxers down to his ankles, finally freeing Jaune's dick from its confines.

"Hello there, so nice to finally meet you." Bleiss giggled when Jaune's cock twitched at her close proximity, almost as though it was saying hi. Reaching out with a finger, she began stroking the underside softly.

Long, slow strokes up and down, every motion a tease that had him leaking precum in no time. Bleiss hummed and blew softly on the tip, almost kissing but not quite.

"Bleeeiiiisss!" Jaune moaned her name, fingers scrabbling against the floor trying to find anything to hold on to.

"No, I don't think you've earned the right to cum yet." Bleiss muttered and stopped her stroking, leaving Jaune's cock to twitch in the air.

"What!?"

"You said some nasty things about the SDC earlier. Don't you think you should make up for that first?" The wicked smile on her face promised no quick end to his torment.

"Wha, what do I have tommrghgh!" Jaune's words became muffled when Bleiss promptly sat on his face, pushing his nose into her panty clad pussy, much to her delight.

"Use your imagination Jaune. I'm sure you can think of something to make me forgive you."

He took the hint and started licking at her soaked panties with gusto, driving his tongue as far in as possible. Bleiss's juices flooded his mouth and he sucked it all down greedily.

"Oooh… that's a good boy Jaune. Yesss… right ahhhh there!" Her thighs clamped against his sides as Jaune's tongue did all sorts of wonderful things to her.

"Don't ahh! Fucking stop, you hear me!? Ooogh…" Bleiss bent over, pushing her pussy down on Jaune's face to get his tongue even deeper inside. When Jaune hit a particularly sensitive spot at just the right angle, Bleiss arched her back and moaned in satisfaction.

Collapsing forwards, she wound up with her face next to his erect penis in a sixty-nine position. But instead of taking it into her mouth, Bleiss started poking it with a finger, repeating the stroking from earlier to torment the Arc writhing beneath her.

"You're doing aahhh good, but I'm not soooo sure! You've ehgha earned t-the right to cum yet." Bleiss bit out. Jaune's tongue lashing was sending lightning bolts through her system and she was close to her own release, the flood of juices trying to drown Jaune proof enough of that.

Jaune paused his licking for a moment to process those words, then desperation hit. Throwing caution to the wind and going with the flow, he brought both hands up to Bleiss's ass and started massaging the two globules of pale flesh.

Prying them apart, he shifted her panties out of the way to assault her cunt directly. Sealing his lips around her clit and biting down on it made Bleiss scream his name in wanton lust. Once he was done nibbling on the nub, he started lapping at her pussy again, no technique to it, just the desperation of a man dying for release.

"AH FUCK!" Bleiss swore a blue streak when Jaune pushed his tongue as deep into her pussy as it would go, the organ writhing around inside her like a demon possessed. Her orgasm hit with the force of a freight train and her mouth formed a perfect 'O'.

Jaune's vision was obscured when Bleiss suddenly started squirting her juices all over his face. Still, he didn't let up on his frenzied licking, continuing to eat her out even as she was lost in the throes of her orgasm. She didn't say stop so he wouldn't, whatever it took to get her to have mercy on him.

Bleiss was in heaven, everything Jaune lacked in technique he made up for with his enthusiasm. Every stroke of his tongue against her gushing pussy sent aftershocks through her system, making her cum continuously.

"Fuuuuucccck!" Bleiss groaned, wanting the moment to continue forever. She should have taken him the moment he stepped through the main doors on his first day of work. When Jaune drove two fingers into her snatch and started pumping them, she repaid the favour by gripping his cock in a gentle grip.

"Do you want to cum Jaune?" She asked, pumping up and down slowly, enough to feel amazing but nowhere near enough to cum.

"Yeesshhh!" Jaune's cry was muffled by the pussy jammed onto his face. His legs kicked weakly, trying to push his hips up into Bleiss's hands to no avail.

But instead of pumping faster, Bleiss slowed down to a torturous pace. Jaune whined like a kicked puppy, wanting to burst into tears from the torment. Weeks of stress and lack of sleep had pushed him to the limit and now Bleiss's teasing was threatening to kick him over the edge into a full breakdown.

His pitiful whine turned into a gasp when Bleiss's other hand started fondling his balls. Again, slow, gentle motions that teased relief but never delivered on the promise. His cock was weeping tears that Bleiss carefully swiped away with a finger.

"Oh you want to cum. Hmm but since I own you, I'm not sure I need to care about what you want. You live for me now." Bleiss massaged tip with one finger, rubbing along the slit and applying pressure to it.

"Plleeasshh!" Jaune begged from under her.

"Mmm… no." Bleiss removed her hands from his dick and left it sticking up in the air again. Jaune's anguished cry lit a dark fire inside her, just a bit more and she'd carve her ownership into his soul.

Standing up and dusting herself off, her thighs were slick with her juices from multiple orgasms, the wetness glistened in the dim light, reminding Jaune of what he himself had been so cruelly denied. Unable to muster the strength to stand, he remained lying there, looking up at Bleiss with a pleading expression.

"I'm a cruel woman Jaune, and I'm also a jealous one, from here on out, you get to cum only when I say you do." Planting her foot on Jaune's cock, she pressed down and started rubbing her sole on it, giving Jaune the full treatment of her silky-smooth stockings.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god…" Jaune shivered, his cock was so stimulated and his balls aching to cum so badly it felt like they were going to blow. The softness of her foot and the silken stockings were an insane combination and their offensive was one he had no defence against.

"No porn, no whores and no jerking off… unless I want you to put on a show for me of course." Bleiss continued, enjoying the way Jaune tried to hump her foot.

"Understand?"

"Yes! Aghah! Please!" Jaune pleaded.

"Say it. Say you belong to me and I'll consider letting you cum. Tell me exactly who you belong to Jaune Arc." She dragged out his name, punctuating it with a particularly slow foot rub that ended with her toes raking down his shaft.

"YOU! I BELONG TO YOU! I'M AHAHGHH! YOUR SLAVE, YOUR PET, YOUR TOY! WHATEVER YOU WANT ME TO BE!" Jaune shouted at the top of his lungs, uncaring about waking the neighbours. The only thing that mattered now was pleasing Bleiss.

"Fuck yeah! Good boy." Bleiss laughed and removed her foot. The immediate whine of protest was music to her ears.

"Oh? Did you want to cum here? In the living room? No. Only place you get to cum today is inside the bedroom." She lectured and started walking towards the single bedroom.

"Get in there and lie on the bed like a good boy before I get there, or you don't get to cum at all."

With a sudden burst of strength Jaune didn't even know he had, he shot up and made a mad dash towards his room, rushing past Bleiss and practically tossing himself on the bed.

"So eager to please. Excellent." Bleiss grinned and sashayed over to him. Training Jaune to be the perfect lover would be most fun, but for now, her pet had done well and deserved a treat.

Jaune lay perfectly still as Bleiss crawled onto the bed and lay beside him, resting her head on his shoulders. Her warm breath tickled his ear and Jaune got a whiff of her perfume mixed with her own natural fragrance.

But none of that really registered, his entire being was focused on the fingers around his cock. Her grip was much tighter this time and Jaune hoped against hope that this was a sign he'd be allowed to relieve the aching in his balls soon.

"Say Jaune… what if I edge you here? I'm pretty sure I can keep you riiiight there for an hour at least. Shall we try it?" Her poisonous words caused his eyes to snap open in horror.

The protest was on his lips before he bit down on his tongue to kill it. The few scraps of his rational mind not overcome by lust yet insisted it was a test of some sort. He promised to be her slave and slaves… didn't really get much of a say in their master's decisions.

"I-if t-that is w-what you want." He stammered out, hoping against hope she wouldn't go through with it.

"Ooooh, you're learning, good boy." Bleiss crooned and proceeded to push her tongue into his ear, licking it and making him shudder from the wet and ticklish sensation.

Jaune didn't react, simply grabbing hold of the sheets and willing himself to remain as still as possible while Bleiss did whatever she wanted.

The next few minutes felt like an eternity to him. Bleiss continued whispering sweet nothings into his ear while she pumped his cock. Being kept right on the edge for so long left him feeling hazy, his entire body was overstimulated and a part of him wanted to just faint so he no longer had to deal with this torture.

But at the same time, he was also hyperaware of Bleiss pressed up against him, how her curves fit so perfectly against him, how soft and warm she actually was… especially the hand wrapped around his dick.

"Hmmm… what if I ruin your orgasm? Hmm? Just let you dribble out your pathetic cum all over yourself? I've heard that keeps you feeling like you haven't cum at all, then we can continue doing this over and over and over again." Bleiss nibbled on his earlobe and Jaune had to fight to keep the panicked wail down.

"I-if tha is ahhhgagh! What you ooohh w-want!" He spat out in the end.

"Poor thing, your balls must be so full right now." Bleiss released his cock again, denying him one final time. Drawing circles on his bare chest with her finger, she continued whispering into his ear, giving him some time to pull back from the edge.

"You must hate me so much right now, but I can't have you cumming the moment you stick it in, now can I?"

"E-eh?"

"I did say I'd let you stick it in earlier…" Bleiss grinned and planted a smooch on his lips, giving him a little bit of tongue action as well before sitting up. Sliding off her soaked panties, she tossed it at Jaune, letting it fall on his face.

"Just breathe it in Jaune, you'll be getting very used to it soon." And considering how often she planned to have him between her legs, it was definitely not an understatement. Grabbing his cock one last time, she lined it up with her slit and rubbed her cunt against the head, just one last bit of teasing.

Then she slammed her hips down.

"FUCK!" Bleiss screamed when Jaune's girth was suddenly spreading her insides apart. He was buried all the way inside her and reaching deeper than any dildo she'd ever used on herself in the past.

"Gahaghh!" Jaune's incoherent babbling and the silly expression on his face bellied the raw pleasure Bleiss had blessed him with. She was tight, so, so very tight. Her folds were clamping down around him, massaging every inch of his cock with their burning embrace.

"Gah! Fucking… HELL! You've got one hell of a fuckstick you know that?" She grinned wryly, sweat covering her face as her body did its best to get used to Jaune. A low moan tore its way out of her as her cunt continued to mould itself to fit his cock.

"Mine. Mine! MINE!" Bleiss punctuated each word by raising her hips until only the tip was still inside her before slamming back down as hard as she could. Both of them grunted from the exertion.

"Ahahahaha! This gahh! Beats fingers orrhh gah, any dildo. Ooooh! Should have done this long AGO!" Bleiss started fucking herself on Jaune in earnest. Neither of them were fully used to the other just yet but she didn't care anymore.

She'd wanted this since the moment she saw him walk into the SDC months ago for the interview. From the moment she saw tall blonde and scraggly and his smile, she knew she had to have him. But circumstances kept him out of her grasp for so long… no more, she was done waiting.

Jaune Arc belonged to her, mind, body and soul.

And at that moment, Jaune agreed completely. The velvety softness wrapped around him was heaven on earth. Despite being so desperate to cum earlier, now he wanted nothing more than to delay the inevitable for as long as he could, all to continue enjoying the feeling.

Despite the bliss, a part of him was terrified this was another part of her punishment. Give him a taste of paradise and then cruelly deny him the chance to ever experience it again.

"Aaahahhhaaaa!" Bleiss wailed and continued bouncing on Jaune's cock, riding him cowgirl. Tearing her bra off, her fingers reached up to pinch and play with her own nipples, putting on a nice little show him.

"Do I ahgg have to do all the ooohh work!? FUCK ME!" She roared.

Jaune complied. Grabbing her hips with a strong grip, he started dragging her back down onto his cock and thrusting up at the same time, fucking her as roughly as he could. Wet schlicks and shlops filled the room in addition to their lust filled moans and the cheap bed frame creaked ominously under their frenzied fucking.

Bleiss's ponytail had come undone somewhere along the way, and her long hair splayed over he shoulders, framing her face and highlighting her devilish beauty. "That's ah! Fucking it! Put you gah back into it!"

"I… I can't hold m-much longer!" Jaune gasped out. The need to cum was overpowering and his will was rapidly fraying.

"Inside! Finish inside you fucking stud! FUCK! FUUUUCCCK!" Bleiss screamed her own orgasm. Her inner walls clamped down hard, smothering Jaune's cock with their tight heat.

A guttural roar was Jaune's only response as he lost it too, Bleiss's sudden tightness the straw that broke the camel's back. Digging his fingers into her soft ass, he slammed her back down on his hips, pushing his dick as deeply into her as it would go.

"CUMMING!" He erupted inside her, shooting rope after rope of virile cum straight into her unprotected pussy. Even as he was blowing his load inside, he continued trying to pull her further onto his cock despite already being buried all the way to the base, animal instincts urging him on to breed her and knock her up.

"Yessss! Yesssss! FUCKING HELL YEAAHH!" Bleiss laughed joyously as she felt his seed scald her, the warmth filling her up was heavenly and so insanely addictive. Bending over, she grabbed his face and slammed her lips against his, shoving her tongue inside to dominate his.

To her surprise, Jaune resisted instead of just taking it meekly. Bleiss found herself on her back when Jaune flipped them both over, then he was exploring her mouth with his tongue next, pushing hers back while she was distracted.

Then Jaune started to move his hips again, slow fucking her and causing some of his semen to spill out of her. Bleiss would have protested, but she was too busy playing tonsil hockey to say anything. In any case, despite just cumming, Jaune was still rock hard and ready to go again.

"Round two already? Not bad." She said once they broke apart for breath.

"You wanted me to fuck your brains out, right? Just following orders." Jaune bared his teeth in a grin and gave a sudden sharp thrust that had Bleiss clenching around him.

"Gah fuck! Good boy. Hey, how about you stop renting this place? My bed has room for one more." Bleiss offered.

"Is that an order Ms Schnee?" Jaune asked cheekily, another thrust to take her breath away.

"Oh yes! And you called me Ms Schnee again… I think I'll have you call me Mistress from now on since you like it so much." Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him back into another kiss that he reciprocated.

"Of course, Mistress…" Jaune pulled her legs up into a mating press and started fucking her with everything he had, pounding the smaller woman into the bed just the way she wanted it.

Their fuck fest continued into the wee hours of the morning until both of them finally collapsed from exhaustion, falling asleep in one another's arms and still joined at the hips, both with giant smiles on their faces.

Author's note: Well, this one came out of nowhere, tbh I just wanted to do the office sex scene, but this happened. Meh, I'll just write it in the sequel. Have a few ideas for more AU stuff, including some from my other fics. Also, genderbending yay or nay? Was thinking of a fem Jaune and male RWBY lemon, but that's just an idea at the moment. Next up, more dragonslayer.