Training against Team FNKI was always entertaining. How could it not be when there was always running commentary whether it was win, lose, or draw?
Finishing up their latest session in one of Atlas Academy's holographic training rooms, Jaune Arc stretched out his arms, earning a pair of satisfying cracks in his elbows. Today's match had been against Kobalt, the biggest and heaviest bruiser of his FNKI counterparts. It had been a good test of strength, pitting his brawn against the Atlesian's. Jaune had come out on top, which was little surprise when he could use his unique Semblance to enhance his own strength. He wondered who he'd face off against the next time. He would like it to be Ivori or Neon. Variety was the spice of life, as the saying went.
Speaking of Neon, he could hear the faunus girl eagerly chatting up Nora and Ren as they made their way back to the locker room. He couldn't make out the words, but the redheaded girl was as eager and excited as ever, probably going on about how awesome the fight had been. Leave it to someone as peppy and energetic as her to find positives even in defeat. It was an admirable trait. Jaune had been on the losing end more than his fair share of times, and doing so wasn't always easy.
Ahead of him he saw Neon stop and turn back, locking her green eyes with his blue. She skated toward him, stopping and doing an about face when she'd gotten next to him.
"Soooo, nice match, huh?" she asked eagerly.
He hadn't seen too much of her performance, but at least this time she wasn't sporting a black eye courtesy of Nora. "Yeah. You guys are a lot of fun. Kobalt's one tough dude."
"Yeah, he's definitely the dominant one," Neon agreed, though Jaune wasn't sure where she'd gotten that description of him from. She kept up with his pace on her roller skates, gliding alongside him as they chatted. "I gotta admit, I'd love to be able to see the two of you go at it and see who comes out on top."
Jaune was about to point out that they'd already done that today, but Neon was probably too distracted by her own opponent to have seen much of his own fight.
"Well spoiler alert, it was me," he gloated just a little bit. It wasn't often that he got to do that when it came to fights. Memories of matches back at Beacon came to mind, and how nine times out of ten he was the loser. No longer.
"Yeah I'll bet," Neon said, skating around in front of him, moving backwards even as he continued forward. "I mean look at these things," she continued, grabbing one of his arms and squeezing down on his bicep. "Bet you could pin someone down good."
Jaune shrugged. In a wrestling match he probably could do that. He was a big guy both in height and mass. Kobalt would give him a run for his money being in a similar weight class, but against someone like Neon he would have no problem pinning her to the mat.
"Soooo, whacha doing after you're nice and clean?" she continued, hands clasped behind her back even as she skated backwards in front of him. "Any plans?"
With a soft shake of his head, Jaune sadly denied such things. "Don't think so. I'll probably just head back to my dorm and rest up a little before it's time to eat."
Neon scoffed, seemingly insulted by his lack of plans. "Bor-ring~" she sang. "Were you just not going to tell me that you and your friends liked to go clubbing or something? Leave this lonely girl all alone at night?"
Jaune was genuinely puzzled by Neon's questions. "What are you talking about? Clubbing?"
"Yes, clubbing!" she exclaimed, arms outstretched in exasperation. "Did you think that Atlas' resident dance committee kitty wouldn't find out how your little group liked to go out and dance the night away down at a city club?" Neon crossed her arms over that little white hoodie she wore. "I'm a little bit insulted, Jaune. And after all we've been through together…"
"Have we?"
"Um, Battle of Beacon?" she questioned, irritation evident on her voice. "And, um… training?"
The second one was a little less convincing, and Jaune let her know it. "Two times."
"That's still two times more than you've trained with Ciel's team!" she argued, eyes narrowing in annoyance. "What's a girl gotta do to get asked to go out for a night of fun with her friends? I mean we are friends, aren't we? I think we're friends. Do you think we're friends, Jaune?"
Suddenly he felt bad, but he honestly didn't know what he should feel bad about. He didn't go out clubbing or dancing. "I do," he agreed. "We definitely are. It's just, um…"
"Um what, Jaune? And if it's not 'um I'm sorry for totally ditching you while I went out and danced with my other friends', I gotta admit, I'll be just a little bit pissed off."
The small red heart beneath her left eye sparkled like glitter, and he could almost picture it being a tear drop coming from an obviously upset Neon Katt. But he hadn't even done anything wrong! Why did he feel so bad about this?
"Um, the truth is I didn't go clubbing," he admitted. "Or dancing. Or any of that. That's all Yang and Blake."
Neon pursed her pouty lips, eyes still narrowed as she stared up at Jaune. She moved her jaw around in thought as she digested the new information she'd been given.
In an instant all negativity vanished from her face, replaced instead by a bright, warm smile. "Well perfect!" she exclaimed, grinning up excitedly at him. "Let's go dancing then!"
"Wait, what?"
"You and me," she pressed. "And Yang and Blake. I don't wanna tag along with just the two of them. Could you imagine anything worse than being a third wheel like that?"
Jaune frowned. Only every time he was in his room with Ren and Nora, and Nora was beginning to get a little too affectionate with Ren. Those were awkward nights when he had to excuse himself and walk around the academy for an hour or so. He didn't even know if his teammates wound up doing anything together, but it was better to leave just in case they did want a little bit of privacy.
"So you want to go out dancing with them, and me, tonight?" he asked.
"Uh huh!" she smiled happily, reaching up and bopping him on the nose with the tip of her finger. "Nothing like going out and blowing off a little steam after a hard day of classes and training. All work and no play makes Neon a dull Katt."
No one could ever accuse Neon of being dull. Her bright orange hair had two streaks of cyan in its bangs, and was currently styled up in what resembled a pair of cones on either side of her head. The red heart, which he still didn't know whether it was a tattoo or just painted on, the white choker complete with bell, the many buttons and patches which adorned her clothing, all of these things painted a picture of Neon being an expressive and exciting girl. The word dull shouldn't have even been in her vocabulary.
Jaune gave his head a soft tilt of acceptance to the suggestion. It wasn't like there were any more movies to go see with Weiss and Oscar. "I guess it wouldn't hurt. It's been a while since I've done any dancing though."
"Oh you'll be fine," she said reassuringly. "After all, I saw those sweet moves of yours back at Beacon's dance." Her excited face was split by her Cheshire grin as she smiled up at him. "Shame I wouldn't be able to convince you to wear a dress again for tonight."
He chuckled nervously. "Heh, nope. Sorry. That was kind of a one time thing."
Neon snorted a laugh of her own. "That's fine. You just get yourself ready." She twirled on her skates as they continued through the room. "Leave the skirts to me. Let me go get changed real quick and then we'll head over to RWBY's room to get the others. 'Kay?"
That sounded like as good of a plan as any. All Jaune needed to do was grab a quick shower and put on some clean clothes. It was a shame he didn't have any real dancing attire, but his new jeans were so tight they might as well have been considered something that he would wear out to a club in order to grab people's attention.
The Arc booty was genetic, after all.
With a plan in mind Jaune hurried to the locker room where he and Neon went their separate ways to clean themselves up. The night was young, and Jaune was actually looking forward to it being filled with dancing and fun with his friends. It'd give Ren and Nora some more alone time too.
Jaune wasn't used to the whole clubbing scene. To be honest he'd never been to one. Despite being a very competent dancer, most of his experience was limited to what he'd done at home with his sisters.
As the quartet of teens moved through the club in downtown Atlas, he could tell that at least a pair of them felt at home. Yang moved like she owned the place, a confident strut befitting of Team RWBY's most outgoing and adventurous member. Blake on the other hand, while not out of place, was much more muted in her mannerisms, stalking through the darkened building like a shadow. She could have easily vanished without a trade had she wanted to, but it seemed that her past experiences going out with Yang had made her feel comfortable in this sort of environment.
Then there was Neon. Clad in a light blue tank top and a short pink skirt reminiscent of what she'd worn at Beacon, she wore a satisfied smile on her face as she strode alongside the rest of them. In lieu of her normal roller skates she wore tall white boots which went up to her knees. Curiously enough she still wore the white knee pads even without the skates. Maybe it was just part of her personal style. Who was he to judge a free spirit like her?
The more outgoing of the cat faunus' turned and reached out to grab Jaune by the hand, tugging him eagerly toward the dance floor. "Come on, let's go!" she urged, not waiting for his response.
Jaune heard Yang chuckle as he was yanked away from the rest of their group, and Neon brought him out to the middle of the club where a host of bodies moved and swayed to the bass-heavy electronic music blaring from what seemed like a million unseen speakers.
The lights were dim, so dim that Jaune could barely see five feet in any direction before people became little more than shadows. Up close, however, he could make out Neon perfectly. She was a beacon of energy and light in an otherwise dark club, and the strobe lights above allowed him to see her sparkling emerald eyes. Eyes which gazed up at him with unspoken hunger as her hips began to move with the music.
Neon reached out with both arms and pressed her hands down onto his shoulders as he too got into the rhythm of things. "Having fun yet?" she asked with a mischievous smirk on her lips.
Despite clubs not exactly being his scene, Jaune had to admit that it wasn't so bad. Once he was able to lose himself in the music it didn't seem like there were dozens of other people around him. There was only the girl in front of him. There was only Neon Katt.
"Yeah," he confirmed. He found his head bobbing along to the beat even as his own body moved and swayed. "This is nice."
"Yeah it is," she agreed. Her eyes were locked onto his, never breaking their gaze even as her own head drifted to the music. "This is exactly what we needed after a long, hard day…"
This close to her, Jaune could make out the shiny pink lip gloss Neon wore. She hadn't had that before while they were training. She hadn't worn the black eyeliner either, making those bright green gemstones that were her eyes pop all the more.
Neon brought herself closer to him, pressing her chest up against his as she continued dancing. Jaune felt his breath hitch at the sudden intimate contact. While Neon wasn't nearly as busty as someone like Yang, or even Blake, he still felt what she had underneath her tank top. She was probably Weiss' size, and that was more than enough to notice as she pushed her modest mounds up against his armorless chest.
"Come on, you gonna hold me or let me do all the dancing?" she asked softly. Her eyes were so hard, yet so playful. They were too much for Jaune to resist.
He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, holding Neon close as she moved impossibly closer to him. One of his legs found itself between both of hers, and she began to rub against it as they danced. She never broke eye contact with him as she moved against him.
"Mmm, you have big hands," she purred, eyes half-lidded as smirked up at him. "Making me feel all nice and cozy."
Nice and cozy. That was one way of putting it. He could feel Neon, some part of her that he didn't dare even contemplate, rubbing on his thigh.
She was his world right now. There might as well have been no other people on the dance floor but them. With his hands on her upper and lower back, and his leg between her thighs, all he could do was lose himself in her bright green eyes as her head swayed to the beat. It was as if she no longer had control of her head, and like a sailed ship on the sea, let an unseen breeze take it where it may.
Jaune had no idea how long they'd been like that. It could have been a minute. It could have been five. All the music sounded the same, and the only thing he knew for certain was the time seemed to have no meaning when this girl was in his arms.
Reality made a cold an unwelcome comeback when she pulled away, the warmth of her body against his suddenly absent.
At least until she turned around.
Neon pressed her back against him, and more importantly, her backside. He was suddenly very aware of her warmth when she'd begun to move her body against his once more.
Jaune was no stranger to dancing, but was this really what people did at nightclubs? A glance over to where Yang and Blake were dancing next to them showed that the two of them were close, but not this close. Blake definitely wasn't rubbing her sweet ass against Yang's crotch, probably to the blonde's disappointment.
Not wanting to upset the girl as he'd done before, Jaune wrapped his arms around Neon's bare stomach as she grinded against him. Apparently she enjoyed the contact, and she reached up and behind her to run a hand through his hair. She turned her head around halfway so that one of her sparkling emerald eyes could see him.
"Now you're getting into it," she whispered. Barely loud enough to hear over the music even at this proximity.
He was, and that was the problem. Jaune could feel a very natural but very unwanted reaction growing in his pants. If Neon kept doing what she was doing, she would undoubtedly feel it soon as well.
Neon gripped the back of his hair, holding his head as well as him in place while she danced against him. He could feel her hot breath on his neck as her sultry expression pierced his eyes. It was just more stimulation, and earning a growing reaction from the boy on the dance floor.
"Neon," he whispered desperately. "This is kind of…"
"Hot?" she finished for him. "Don't think that I don't feel what's happening downstairs, Jaune."
Jaune tried to pull away, but her hold on his hair wouldn't allow him to back off.
"Sorry."
"Don't be," she hushed, moving her lips closer to his neck. "This is what I've been waiting for."
The feel of her grinding on his dick was in all honesty wonderful. He couldn't deny that. Being this close to her he couldn't see between them, but he was almost certain that her skirt was flipped up while she was dancing against him.
Her bright orange feline tail flicked against his leg, and Jaune could feel its feather-light impacts as Neon rubbed herself against his crotch. She was obviously excited. Perhaps even more than he was.
"Hey, Jaune," she purred softly into his neck as she leaned the side of her head against his chest. "Wanna know a secret?"
Right now there were many things Jaune wanted to know. It was only to be expected from a nineteen year old who was doing the dirtiest dancing he'd ever experienced with a cute girl like Neon.
"What's that?"
Her sideways glance was utterly intoxicating to behold. Gone was the sweet and peppy Neon who'd skated around offering fun and energetic commentary about anything and everything. What had replaced her here on the dance floor was raw sex appeal covered in lip gloss and glitter.
"I'm not wearing any panties," she whispered seductively, never letting her gaze on him falter even as she said those embarrassing words.
It was too much for Jaune to handle, and he had to look away. Specifically down to where her ass was assaulting his crotch. He couldn't see it, but it made sense now. That was why it felt so good against him. There was nothing between his jeans and her.
"Oh. Wow," was all he could say in response to such a confession.
"I can feel you," she practically moaned. "I knew choosing you was the way to go…"
At this moment most of Jaune's blood was traveling below to waist, and if he understood what she meant by that, he couldn't think of it. "Huh?" he asked in an oh so eloquently phrased question.
"All the good guys are either taken or gay," she explained, still rubbing and grinding against him. "Flynt's banging Ciel on the downlow, Kobalt and Ivori are doing each other, Ren's with Nora… what's a poor kitty cat gotta do to get a little loving?"
And suddenly Jaune didn't feel so bad about being single anymore. If he hadn't been, Neon apparently wouldn't have chosen him to go out dancing with. If what they were doing could even be called dancing at this point. Though he didn't know about Flynt and Ciel. Good for them!
Neon's hand that wasn't in his hair grabbed one of his own, removing it from her stomach and bringing it down lower. Lower. Impossibly lower. Until he felt her warm, smooth thigh, and then…
Coarse, trimmed hair. More importantly, a wet and impossibly hot core between her legs. Jaune's fingers felt this new sensation for the first time, and it was incredible.
"Go on," Neon urged, even as she continued rubbing her ass against him. "Try it."
Jaune didn't exactly know what he was doing, but he figured there could only be one thing to do in this situation. With his fingers in place he began to rub Neon's wet womanhood, earning pleasurable gasps from the girl in front of him almost immediately.
"Yeah, that's it," she whispered encouragingly. "Don't be shy. Get up in there."
He bit down on his lip as he probed against Neon's unseen sex. One of his fingers penetrated her slick folds, and it was like nothing he'd ever felt before. He didn't think anything in the human body was capable of being that hot, but right now it was as if Neon's insides were on fire. A sharp hiss from the girl still dancing in front of him told him that she liked it.
"Mmm, all the way in," she breathed desperately. "Fuck me up to the knuckle."
Jaune complied, sliding the rest of his finger into Neon's eager pussy until he could go no further. All the while she continued to grind against him, giving the illusion they were still dancing even while he was inside her. A harsher, more guttural gasp escaped her throat. It was too much for Neon, apparently as she turned her head as far as she could go and claimed his lips with hers.
She tasted like bubblegum. That was the only thing that went through Jaune's mind as her lips and tongue began to hungrily take his own.
"That's a good boy," she breathed into his mouth after she'd broken off the kiss. "Just let those fingers do their magic. They feel so fucking good."
So did she. Neon's pussy was like nothing he'd ever felt before. With an arm wrapped around her waist and a hand clutching her stomach possessively, Jaune continued to finger her as she rubbed against his crotch in some sensual perversion of dancing.
Each thrust earned another pleasurable gasp of mewl from Neon's lips. Soon enough the beat of the drums was drowned out entirely, replaced instead by the steady rhythm of Neon's breaths every time he buried his finger inside her.
"Oh fuck... oh fuck..." she panted. "So much better than doing it myself... you're so thick and long..."
She may have only been talking about his finger, but Jaune would take the compliment regardless. He was just thrilled that he was getting a girl off in his first sexual experience.
"Put... another in..." she breathed desperately.
Jaune wasn't about to disappoint her. He pulled out briefly only so that he could stick both his index and middle fingers back inside. One was already soaked with her vaginal juices. It felt cold outside of her.
He plunged back with both, and he felt her back arch in response to his fingers. He resumed fucking her in earnest, not caring if anyone might see them. Not that they stood a good chance on the dark dance floor with flashing strobe lights providing most of the illumination.
"So good," she whispered with a ragged breath. "Fuck... Jaune... fuck me..."
Hearing his name moaned like that was the biggest turn on he'd ever felt in his life. Right now he and he alone was responsible for a girl's pleasure. He wanted, needed to keep going until she'd came.
That moment came quicker than expected as he felt Neon's thighs squeeze down on his hand, her butt wiggling against him in involuntary spasms more than a deliberate grind. But it was the fact that she had to stifle a loud cry in her palm which told Jaune that he'd finally sent her over the edge.
He reluctantly pulled himself from her hot core, holding her in place against himself so she wouldn't collapse to her knees. He didn't know if she would, but it was better to be safe than sorry. It was also a little ego boost to think that she would need his support in order to remain standing.
They stayed still for long seconds, and he felt her back heave as she desperately sucked in oxygen after it had been driven from her. She leaned her head back against his chest, giving him another sideways look when her eyes opened back up.
"Fuck, baby..." she gasped. "That was so good..."
Jaune beamed with inward pride. Probably a lot of outward pride as well. "Thanks," he smiled. "So were you."
"What'd I do? Stand there and look pretty?" she joked. "You're the one with the magic fingers."
Magic fingers. He could get used to hearing that.
"But it's about time you got some loving too," she purred, reaching down and behind her to touch a very hard shaft which had been poking her for some time now. "I wanna take a ride on your disco stick."
Jaune could feel her fingers through his jeans. The sound of her zipping down his fly was louder than the music around them. Small and nimble fingers squirmed through the hole, grasping for his unseen cock and pulling it out. Exposing it to the cold air...
Before it came to rest between her thighs, his rock-hard shaft becoming coated in her juices as she squeezed him right under her pussy.
He wasn't inside her, but Jaune felt the immense heat of her pussy rubbing on his cock. Neon began to slowly grind back and forth on him as she had before when they were dancing, only this time there was a hot rod between her legs.
"Feel good, baby?" she asked, undoubtedly knowing the answer already.
Jaune had never felt anything so good. "Amazing..."
"Mmm, and we're just getting warmed up," she growled. "I can't wait to get to the main event…"
Neither could Jaune. He had no idea how far he was going to go with Neon, but if fingering her and rubbing his dick against the folds of her pussy were only warming up, he couldn't wait to see what would come next.
"Wow you two are getting cozy aren't you?"
Jaune froze when he heard a familiar voice. Yang and Blake had come to stand in front of them. Blake's eyebrows were perked, while Yang wore a shit-eating grin on her face. Judging by their lack of revulsion they had no idea his cock was between the legs of his dance partner right now. They appeared to be only dancing. Provocative dancing, sure, but dancing nonetheless.
"Oh hey, Top Heavy," Neon greeted, using her now affectionate nickname for the blonde girl, and taking their sudden appearance in stride. To his horror, Neon hadn't stopped grinding on his cock. "What's up?"
Please don't say my dick. Please don't say my dick…
"H-hey, Yang," Jaune said nervously. He attempted to step away and out of Neon's warm thigh embrace, but she would have none of it. She clamped her legs together tightly, keeping him in place between them while they spoke to their friends.
Yang shrugged, seemingly oblivious to what was happening right in front of her. "Eh, nothing much. We were gonna go take a break and grab a few drinks at the bar. I'd ask if you wanted to join us, but it looks like you're having a good time down here."
"Mmmhmhmhmhmmm... the best..." Neon half laughed and half hummed, still sliding up and down his shaft. Never missing a beat as she kept coating his cock with her lust and desire. "But I think I'm gonna have to hit the bathroom soon. There's something I just can't hold back any longer…"
The blonde chuckled at the admission, and even Blake smirked. "Well isn't that just the sexiest thing anyone's ever said," she grinned. Lilac eyes stared past Neon and to the boy behind her. "Not that Jaune seems to mind. You having fun, Vomit Boy?"
He didn't mind at all. Nothing Neon said could kill his boner while it was buried inside her legs. "Yeah," he nodded. "Tons of fun."
"Well, we'll leave you to it then. Got all night to dance and have fun. We'll just be over at the bar for a little bit, okay?" she said, nodding over to one of the few brightly-lit spots in the club.
"Sounds good," Neon said, and Jaune could practically hear the happy smile in her voice. Yang and Blake walked away none the wiser to Jaune's exposure or Neon's lack of underwear. Once they were gone, she turned back to eye him once more. "Bathroom. Now."
Jaune blinked. "Um, I can't exactly go to the same bathroom as you…"
Her gaze didn't waver at his protest. "You can, and you will. Put your junk away and follow me."
Neon slid off Jaune's throbbing erection, much to his chagrin. He grabbed hold of it to stuff it back inside his jeans, and it felt the warm, slick juices which had gathered on it from Neon sliding up and down it for the past several minutes. He was rock-hard and eager for release. He could only hope that whatever she planned on doing with him in the bathroom would provide it.
Neon had gone in first to ensure the coast was clear. When she opened the door back up she yanked him inside, pressing a finger over her lips to ensure he stayed silent.
Jaune walked through the women's bathroom and noticed a number of the stalls were shut. Occupied. They might not be able to see him right now, but if he made a sound they'd definitely hear the presence of a man in the wrong bathroom. It didn't matter for long as Neon pulled him into the larger handicapped stall and locked the door.
Neither said a word before Neon reached up to lock her hands around the back of his neck and pull herself up to kiss him. Like on the dance floor before, she battered her tongue through his lips and took him eagerly. In a new and private setting Jaune was all too willing to reciprocate, wrapping his arms around her bare midriff and holding her close while they made out. Her delicious lip gloss kept him going, hungrily kissing her again and again until he was breathless and could take no more.
Finally both had to part, and Neon fell back down to the soles of her boots. She still stayed close to his chest when she spoke her next words. "Fuck me," she whispered harshly.
The heavy beats of the music could still be heard inside the bathroom. They were muted but still present. Even so, there was no way he'd just misheard what she'd said. A part of him wanted to say it was a bad idea to do this in a public bathroom, but an even larger part of him which had just spent long minutes of fingering the faunus girl and feeling her ass and pussy grind against him wanted this. Desperately.
Neon turned around to face the wall, flipping up the back of her skirt to expose her tail and her ass. She may have only had a modest chest, but she had a pert little butt with just the right amount of bounce to it. This was what had been rubbing against him all night. This was what had got him going.
Jaune couldn't look away even as he undid his belt and zipped his jeans down.
She pressed her palms up against the wall and leaned into it, spreading her legs slightly and exposing her glistening lips for him to see. Her feline tail swished excitedly as she glanced back at him, an expectant and lustful expression on her face as Jaune unleashed his hard length. She eyed it eagerly, desperately wanting it inside her as much as Jaune did. He aimed to please. Both of them.
Jaune stepped behind her, having to bend his knees slightly in order to line up properly with the shorter girl. His dick was still slick from the juices she'd left on him, and she was still soaked with desire from her dirty dancing. Taking hold of his length with one hand, it was easy to push up against her hot, wet folds, and push his thick head through them into the deepest and hottest part of her body.
Something harsh and guttural rumbled in the back of her throat, and Neon was sure to keep her lips sealed even as he parted her lower ones. Her face strained as Jaune pushed inch after inch inside her, each passing moment forcing more and more noises from her throat and twitches on her face. Finally though he was all the way in, buried up to his hilt and pressing against her sweet ass.
He'd never done this before, but he hoped he'd do it right. Jaune slid out before bottoming out inside her again.
Another breath was driven from her lips. "Aah," she breathed harshly. "Fuck yeah, just like that. Go faster."
Jaune nodded. Neon was practically standing up straight in front of him, and Jaune pressed his hands down atop of hers on the wall, his chin resting on her shoulders as he began to pick up the pace.
His thrusting hips began to build up a rhythm as they smacked against Neon's ass, muted and desperate breaths shooting through both of their noses as he fucked her up against the wall. He could see one side of her face as the other pressed against the tiled wall, and judging by her closed eyes and open mouth, she was pleased with how he was performing.
"That's it…" she whispered, soft enough to not be heard by others but loud enough so that he could hear over the heavy bass music. "Fuck me… fuck me…"
Neon's ass was something else, and Jaune loved the way he bounced off of it every time his hips clapped against her. Dull wet smacks echoed in his ears each time he stuffed himself in Neon's pussy. Her breaths and squeaks only spurred him on, and on some primal level he wanted to make her lose control and scream her passion even if that meant alerting the other people in the bathroom that they were in there fucking.
Jaune's hands came off of hers as he continued to pound her into the wall, and moved down to coil around her hot and sweaty body. His right wrapped around her bare stomach, holding her close to him as his bucking hips smacked into her amazing ass again and again. The other snaked up under her tank top, under her bra, and found one of her breasts which was completely engulfed by his large and powerful hand. He pinched her hard nipple, earning a sharp gasp from her lips as he continued to slam into her.
"Yes… gimmie that dick…" she begged through gritted teeth. "Gimmie that dick, Jaune…"
At this point he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. They were lucky to be doing it up against the building's wall rather than the stall's, otherwise he was sure he would have broken it down with how hard he was hammering into her. Neon's stomach was pressed up flat against it, and Jaune's frenzied pounding would have surely alerted everyone else in the building that he was fucking her with how loud it would have shaken and rattled.
All good things had to come to an end, however. His first time, and without a condom, could only have one outcome with how hard and fast he was fucking the girl. With how tightly her cunt squeezed down on him. Jaune was at his limit and he knew it. He could only hope to make the best of his last few seconds before he came.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he snarled into her ear. "Sorry, Neon."
"It's fine, just cum in me," she desperately whispered back.
He again had to note he had no condom on. "Are you sure?" he asked.
"I'm safe," she assured him. "Just do it. Give it to me."
Given the green light now, Jaune pounded against Neon's ass without care or restraint, smacking against her bubble butt over and over again. The hand up her shirt squeezed possessively on her tit while the arm around her stomach clutched at her impossibly close. He breathed harsh breaths into her shoulder as he buried his face into her hair. Finally though after holding back as long as he could, Mount Jaune erupted, sending spurt after spurt of molten hot cum inside her wet and yearning cavern.
He didn't stop thrusting, going as long as he could as more shots were unleashed inside her. Jaune was desperate to unload everything into her, giving a few more hard and deliberate thrusts before he'd finally given her everything he had. His hold on her body relaxed as his cock did the same, and finally he was still as he remained pressed up against her back.
Neon turned back, reaching up with a hand to stroke it lovingly through his hair. It made Jaune lift his head, and when he saw a familiar green eye, he was greeted by another kiss immediately.
She pushed him back and away from her, and Neon turned around to look at the cock which had just been inside of her. It was still hard, but beginning to go soft after climaxing. Hopefully he'd satisfied her too. Jaune knew she'd already gotten off on the dance floor, but he didn't want to be a selfish and unfulfilling lover.
"Sit," Neon ordered, gesturing to the closed toilet seat behind him.
Jaune did as he was told, and stepped backwards before coming down on the toilet. Neon followed, and to his surprise, went down to her knees.
The surprises kept coming when she reached out with a hand and grasped Jaune's dick. She gave it a few eager pumps before her head and torso moved forward, and she took him in her mouth.
Neon began sucking Jaune's waning erection off in the bathroom stall of the nightclub. She did so without hesitation or care, slurping up both his juices as well as her own with each sensual suck. Jaune could only sit back and watch her orange hair as her head bobbed up and down on his cock, taking him all the way down her throat again and again.
Good thing she has those kneepads… was all he could think as he watched the girl go down on him.
This likely wasn't the first dick she'd sucked, but Jaune didn't care. The experience she seemed to have in pleasuring a man was all for his benefit right here. It felt wonderful inside her mouth. Not as good as being in her pussy, but he wasn't about to complain.
He could already feel himself getting hard again. It wasn't difficult at his age, and it especially wasn't difficult when a beautiful girl like Neon had her lips wrapped around his dick. He reached down to gently grasp the twin cones that made up her styled hair. Not that she needed any encouragement as she worked her tongue on his shaft, but he gently stroked her hair in a show of both appreciation and enjoyment for what she was giving him.
Her eyes flicked up to meet his even as she blew him, and the seconds they stared at each other while his cock was in her mouth was perhaps the hottest thing Jaune had ever seen in his life. In no time at all he was rock-hard once more, stiff and throbbing as Neon's lips still clamped around him.
"That feels so good, Neon…" he whispered. He wanted her to know how much he appreciated her right now.
The tight seal around his shaft was broken, and Neon's mouth came up from him for a brief moment before she dragged her tongue up the underside of his length. She repeated the process again and again, shifting more to the right and left each time she licked up to the tip of his head. Cleaning the last of the cum from his cock entirely and swallowing it eagerly.
Jaune felt a pang of disappointment when Neon stood back up, fearing that the experience was over just as he'd gotten stiff once more.
Until Neon opened her legs once more and moved to stand over his sitting body.
Reaching beneath her with one hand she grabbed Jaune's cock once more and angled it beneath her as she came down on him. He felt the familiar burning sensation of her soaked pussy once more, and he slid into her already prepared snatch easier this time before she came to sit on his lap.
"Don't worry, babe, we're not done yet," she smiled, locking her arms around the back of his neck. She leaned in closer to him, resting her forehead against his. "And now that you've already came you'll last a lot longer this time."
Jaune felt her hot breath on his face as she began moving, sliding up and down on his cock as her head rubbed against his. Neon's eyes were closed, lost in her own world of bliss as she bucked her hips against his. Wet squishing noises filled his ears as her cum-filled cunt devoured his cock again and again while she fucked him.
His hands found her beautiful ass, squeezing down tightly on her cheeks as she bounced up and down on his shaft. He heard a soft, throaty chuckle come from her lips while he greedily gripped her bountiful butt.
"Mmmhmmhmm, you like it?" she asked, head coming up so she could stare into him with her lust-filled eyes. "You like how I'm fucking you?"
"Yes…" he hissed, barely able to speak while her tight pussy clenched around his dick. He'd never felt anything so good in his life. It was even better when he'd battered her up against the wall only minutes before.
"Yeah you sit there and take my pussy," she snarled softly. "Make me cum, Jaune… make me…"
She never finished, instead choosing to lean in and kiss him once more, hungrily devouring his lips while she rode him. Her butt continued to thump up and down on his lap, sending waves of pleasure surging through every part of his body. Her pussy was squeezing the life out of his cock. His hands were digging into her juicy ass. Her lips and tongue were merciless in plundering his own. All Jaune could do was sit back and hang on for dear life as Neon took all she could on the way to her own climax.
Neon ripped herself away from his mouth, fingers digging into his hair and scalp as she rode with more fervor than before. Her face was a mask of twitching muscles, and desperate gasps hissed from her gaping mouth as she seemed to struggle to keep silent while she pounded herself on his thighs.
"Mmm your dick is so good…" she mewled, and her nails dug into the skin of his neck now. "I'm almost there, just a little more…"
Jaune wanted nothing more than to make her cum again, even more so than wanting his own release. Neon was doing a great job bouncing atop his lap, but he was rested and ready to go again after his first orgasm.
Digging into her fine ass just as hard as she was into his neck, Jaune leaned back against the toilet's tank before he started to thrust up into Neon's tight cunt. He met her own downward thrusts, and he didn't care that his powerful thrusts into her started to echo off the bathroom walls.
Clap clap clap clap!
The wet sounds of his flesh smacking against hers were too loud to be drowned out by the heavy beats of the music.
"Oh gods, oh gods…" Neon cried, forcing her to bury her face into his shoulder.
Smack smack smack smack!
Harsh and guttural moans were forced from her throat, and they were the sweetest music Jaune had heard all night. His hands dug into her ass cheeks with so much force that she'd have marks on them for days. He didn't care. He was sure she wouldn't either.
Jaune was pumping up into her so hard that his ass was completely leaving the seat. Each time her body bounced up into the air for a second before falling back down onto him. Her arms coiled around him tightly the entire time, keeping her in place as he fucked his lover up into the air with ruthless and forceful thrusts. He needed her to cum. He needed to hear her cum in the worst way.
"Fuck… fuck… fuck…" she moaned, and it wasn't enough to hide her face in his body anymore. Now Neon bit down on his shoulder in order to try and stifle her desperate cries, sinking her teeth into his flesh and making Jaune gasp in pleasurable pain. "Mmmfff!" she groaned into his skin. "Mmmfff! Aune…"
He kept going. Relentlessly pounding. Mercilessly thrusting. One of his hands found her tail which had been wildly smacking against his hands ever since he'd renewed his assault on her. He squeezed down on it as he fucked her, and that finally did the trick.
"Hhhhnnnngggg!" she screamed into his shoulder, teeth still clenching down on his skin.
Her nails scratched and clawed at his neck and back, and Jaune felt her pussy squeeze down impossibly tight on his cock. She was like a vice grip around him, and after he'd hammered up into her with all the speed and might he could muster, it was what pushed him over the edge as well.
For a second time Jaune burst inside the faunus girl, coating her insides white as shot after shot of seed was pumped into her. He kept thrusting until he had nothing left to give, having unloaded all his cum into the girl who'd wrapped herself around him like a serpent.
His grip on her butt and tail softened until he let go entirely, instead wrapping his arms around her back in a tight but loving embrace. Jaune kissed the top of her head, her face still buried in his shoulder. For long seconds they remained still, basking in the feeling of their shared warmth and orgasms.
When Neon finally came up her eyes looked tired. Satisfied. Almost intoxicated. It was as if Neon had a few too many drinks at the bar, and she wasn't all there right now. He'd done that to her. He'd given her an orgasm so intense that she was drunk off his cock.
"Fucking amazing," she whispered, leaning in and giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. It was nothing like the impassioned making out they'd done in the middle of sex. It only lasted a few seconds before she pulled back. She ran a hand lovingly through his hair once more. "Damn that was good."
Jaune nodded, a stupid grin on his face as he stared up at his lover. "Yeah," he breathed. "Amazing."
Neon slid off his cock which had begun to soften once more. Jaune noticed a small dribble of cum trailing its way down the inside of her thigh. At least they were in a bathroom stall and she could clean herself up a bit before they went back out.
After a minute of doing just that Jaune zipped his pants back up and stood behind Neon. The girl opened up the stall door and they both stepped out.
Unfortunately their minds had been so consumed by lust that they didn't remember to check if anyone was outside of the other stalls. Jaune stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of two very familiar faces.
Yang and Blake stood at the sinks, presumably checking their hair and makeup, when both turned and saw them. Blake's eyebrows rose and her lips slightly parted.
Yang's mouth erupted into a grin, and bright lilac eyes sparkled with mischief and delight. "Oh my gods!" she exclaimed. "That was you two in there?"
Jaune was mortified beyond belief. In some strange paradoxical way he couldn't help it. He'd just had sex, and that was nothing for a guy his age to be ashamed of. It was just the whole being caught by a friend thing after doing it in a public bathroom that made him feel so weird about it.
"Um…" was all he could muster before Yang went on.
"I mean, I heard all that," she continued. "Even without saying anything, I fucking heard it. And if I did, I know Blake did."
Jaune noted how Blake's feline ears twitched at the comment. If Yang had only heard the bodily noises of their sex, how probable was it that Blake heard their hushed and whispered words?
The slight darkening of the other faunus feline's cheeks told Jaune all he needed to know.
Neon, on the other hand, seemed unfazed. She moved over to a sink next to Yang and washed her hands. When she was finished she turned back around to Jaune and strode over to him.
"Don't be a stranger, babe," she smiled up at him, resting a hand on his cheek. "We sleep in the same dorm after all."
She gave him a wink and stuck the tip of her tongue out at him in playful mockery before turning on her heels and sauntering toward the exit. Her skirt swished from side to side, and Jaune was reminded that there were no panties underneath it. Just a sore and abused pussy that was still wet with his seed.
When she left Jaune was left alone in the women's bathroom with Yang, Blake, and anyone else who might have been occupying the stalls at the moment.
"So are you gonna hit that again?"
Yang's question broke him from his stupor. Blake, however, beat him to the punch when it came to a response.
"Yang!" she chided.
"What?" the blonde asked innocently. "They just did it in a public bathroom. In the handicap stall no less. Do you really think he has any shame right now?"
When she put it like that, no. No he didn't. Jaune had just lost his virginity to a friend, and not even one of his closest friends, in the bathroom of a night club. Right now he really didn't have any shame.
Right now he didn't really care either.
"Maybe," he answered to her first question. He could only hope. Tonight may have been amazing, but that feeling would only last for tonight. He knew he'd want another piece of that amazing girl and her amazing ass come tomorrow.
Not wanting to spend another moment in a bathroom he didn't belong in, Jaune hurried for the exit. He could clean himself up in the men's bathroom. Or he could go find Neon and see what she was up to. The night was still young, after all. They could dance if they wanted, or they could leave their friends behind.
Another go back at Atlas Academy on a real bed would be the best way to end the night. Something told him Neon would agree with that.
Author's Note: It's been a while since I've done a Jaune rare pair one shot. This idea came to me on Thursday morning. Two days later here we are.
Hey, speaking of rare pairs, I updated my Jaune x Trifa story a few days ago. So if you're interested, go check out Along Came a Spider on my profile!
Anyway, hopefully you all enjoyed a little porn without plot. There's so little Jaune x Neon out there as it is, so I figured something is better than nothing.
Thanks for reading. Let me know what you thought about my take on Neon.