They'd failed. It wasn't something they were used to.
Oscar was gone, taken from them by the fierce and powerful new Grimm they'd never before witnessed. The fact that the monster was able to speak was now completely inconsequential. They were down a man. They'd been too weak and helpless to prevent it from defeating them. Even after a prolonged chase, all they'd wound up with was three destroyed hover bikes, depleted Aura, and more chaos and friction within their ranks than ever before. It was a total loss. Not since the Battle of Beacon had things been this bad.
Busy hands. She had to keep her hands busy. Busy hands and a busy mind. She couldn't focus on the bad. Bad would attract the Grimm. The last thing they needed was a Grimm attack on their remote outpost. An attack when they were weak, cold, and disorganized.
Yang stood at the work bench in the small building they found, old and rusted tools scattered all around her as she labored on a piece of Dr. Polendina's bike in hopes of repairing it. She didn't know how long it would take. This was an advanced piece of machinery beyond even her normal scope of ability, and it was only from her extensive work with her own old motorcycle that she even had a clue of what was going on with it. There was no guarantee it would work by morning. There was no guarantee it would work period. However, in this moment, it was the only hope they had. The only hope they had of making it back to civilization and reuniting with their friends. Her friends.
Her sister.
Her partner…
Yang wasn't alone in her forlorn feelings, either. Ren was outside, moping in the snow trying to cope with all his pent up feelings. With what was going on between him and Nora, Yang couldn't possibly imagine the anger and sadness gnawing in his stomach like a cancerous growth. After all, it wasn't like Yang had someone like that in her life. At least… not anyone she'd confessed to yet. Yet.
Yet.
Would she ever?
Would she even make it back to Mantle in order to confess?
Would they even live through the night here in the middle of nowhere? In the cold? In the Grimm-infested wilderness? With Salem literally hovering over all their heads right now, ready and able to bring her wrath down at a moment's notice?
What Jaune had said was right. They were under a lot of stress right now. Stress made you do things you wouldn't otherwise do. They made you say things you didn't mean. Or at the very least… things you would never mean to say. Feelings deep inside you got let out, for better or for worse. Ren had said some nasty things to both her and Jaune.
The worst part was… they weren't exactly wrong, even if she didn't want to admit it to herself or the others.
The only other one in the room was behind her, lying on the old and worn mattress of the bottom bunk. What had once been a military outpost at least had the bare amenities necessary to make it through the night. A pair of beds for two of them while one stood watch. An old heater which would at least prevent them from freezing to death. Tools to repair what little they had left. If only they could be used to repair the disharmony which was afflicting their ragtag little team. Yang smiled sadly. At one point, before things had gone south, she'd had half a mind to give the four of them a new team name. It would have been hilarious and lightened the mood in an otherwise tense situation. Now, however, with the O in Team ORJY missing… the joke would have fallen flat.
A shiver ran over Yang's body. Oscar. Poor Oscar. She couldn't even imagine what was happening to the boy right now… She shivered for other reasons as well. Lilac eyes stared down at her hands, one real, one as mechanical as the large cylinder she was busy working on. Her left hand trembled even as it rested on the cold metal of the machinery.
"Gods it's cold, even in here," Yang complained softly as she stared down at her work. Even with the heater on full power it would take some time to warm up the small outpost.
She heard the creaking of springs behind her, and the dull thud of boots on concrete as Jaune walked over to her. Yang didn't turn as she felt his presence behind her. She did, however, flinch as she felt his hands come atop her shoulders.
"Here, how about I give your Aura a little boost," Jaune offered, giving her a little squeeze. "Give your Semblance a little kick-start. That fire should be able to warm you up, right?"
She couldn't see them, but she felt Jaune's hands glow with warm, white light. Yang breathed a soft sigh, not one purely of comfort, but not one of sadness either. There was a lot going on right now, and more than just what was happening outside. There was a lot happening inside her as well. Conflict. Worry. Doubt. Longing. Loneliness.
"I honestly don't know," she admitted. "I've never activated my Semblance for warmth before."
"First time for everything," he said, hands still pumping her full of warm, comforting light.
"I don't even know if I have the energy to get angry," she admitted, staring down at her idle hands as they rested on the hover bike parts. "Even after everything Ren said. Don't get me wrong, I am mad. But, I mean… more than that. It's just got me kinda…"
"Down," he finished for her. Yang nodded a wordless response to the boy behind her. "Yeah, I get that. I'm feeling it too."
Jaune's voice was soft. Tranquil. Soothing, just like his hands were right now. Yang allowed herself to close her eyes and focus on the feeling of his Aura washing over her. She'd been near empty by the time they reached the outpost, and it felt reassuring to know that if a fight came to them in the night that she would be prepared. Her eyes snapped open a moment later when she realized that she was getting her Aura not by natural means, but at the expense of another.
"Jaune," she said, tilting her head back to catch him with a single eye. "Are you sure you have enough Aura to spare for me?"
The blond boy offered her a small smile, one tinged with guilt. "I mean… I think you'll be able to do more with it than I will," he admitted softly.
Yang turned more, her gaze becoming harder after receiving an answer that wasn't to her liking. "Will you have enough left for yourself?" she reiterated.
"Yeah, don't worry about me," he told her. "I've got a lot. My Semblance is good about being able to recharge it too."
She hummed and nodded before twisting back around to focus on her work. A glance at her left hand showed that it had stopped shaking. She felt warmer now. Maybe it had been because of someone standing so close to her and touching her body with his. Or maybe it was because she was filled with Aura now. Whatever the reason she felt better, despite the fact that she was still able to see her own breath every time she exhaled.
"You shouldn't be so down on yourself," she told him, eyes focusing on the task at hand. "Even if you did cheat your way into Beacon, you've come a long way. You're no less valuable than the rest of us, and you're important to us. Never forget that, okay?"
Yang heard him breathe deeply. She felt the breath from his nostrils on the top of her head. She was used to being on the taller side for a girl. Jaune towered over her. It never quite struck her just how much he did until he was standing right behind her.
"Yeah, I heard that before from Nora after my… outburst at Haven. It's hard to remember sometimes, so thanks for saying it." He breathed again, this time with a small laugh mixed in. "And I think it's obvious I feel the same way about you. You're like… the eighth sister I never had. Altogether it kinda feels like I have twelve sisters now."
She chuckled softly at that. "Thanks," she spoke softly, though despite her hands no longer trembling they'd ceased their work.
"Anytime," he said. Despite the fact that she couldn't see his face, Yang could hear the smile on his lips. "I'm here for you and Ren. And everyone else."
Jaune's hands felt good. Despite the fact that she had feelings for another person, another girl, there was no denying the fact that his touch was comforting. More than just his Semblance pouring Aura into her. The physical contact felt good. Reassuring. In this moment, it made her feel something, and something was better than the empty void of nothing which had filled her since things went wrong with Ironwood.
"Yeah. You will, won't you?"
Gods, she didn't want to feel empty anymore. She didn't want to feel nothing. She wanted to feel… something.
Yang was so sick of the struggling. So sick of the lying. Hurting. Betrayal. Choosing sides. Choosing incorrectly. Suffering the consequences. Being in over her head. Being the only ones capable of getting the job done. Being pawns in a game they never wanted to play.
"Always," he confirmed.
She had no idea if she would ever see Blake again. Even if she did, she had no idea if her partner, best friend, and crush would even want her anymore. What if choosing this path would make Blake look at her differently now? What if it would prevent her from feeling the same feelings Yang felt for her?
Right here though, in this moment, she just wanted to feel something good. Even if it was from someone who wasn't Blake. For once, for one night, she just wanted to forget all her troubles and lose herself in a moment of selfishness. A moment of self-indulgence. A moment of pleasure and fun.
Her hands abandoned their work on the bike parts and came up on top of Jaune's as they rested on her shoulders. They were so much bigger than her own, but she still tried her hardest to cup hers atop them. It may have been a failing effort, but it still felt nice.
"You'll be here. Even for me."
Yang had long lived a life of impulse and instant gratification. Even if most of those negative traits had been culled from her following the fall of Beacon, there was still an adventurous side of the girl who sought out thrills. There was an even bigger part of her which craved affection from those around her. Even if she couldn't get that affection from the person she wanted it from, she had someone who could fill the void, even if only for a night.
In an instant she made a decision which she may regret in the morning, should she even make it to next morning.
"Jaune," she whispered, turning from the work bench.
"Yeah?"
She leaned up on her toes, and as she closed her eyes, Yang pressed her lips against his. She kissed him for only a brief moment, but in that moment pouring out more fire and energy than the setting sun outside.
When Yang settled back down on her heels her eyes opened, staring up at a boy whose face was etched with surprise. She would readily admit it was well-deserved.
"Yang?" he questioned.
"Jaune," she whispered, bringing her hands back up to rest on his own shoulders in a reverse of their earlier position. "I'm cold."
It was partially true. Even though her body was warm now thanks to Jaune's actions, she still felt cold inside. Empty. Alone. Not since her time spent on Patch recovering from the loss of her arm had she felt so alone.
"I- I could do more-"
"I don't want that," she interrupted. Her arms snaked further up his body until her hands locked round the back of his neck, and she pulled her body close to his. She pressed her chest against his. "I want to feel something. I want to feel…" she trailed off before shaking her head softly. "Well, why not you?"
She wasn't asking him. She was asking herself. Why not Jaune? Why not him, just tonight? It wouldn't mean anything. There wasn't any love behind it, other than the love she shared for all her friends. It would be purely physical. A way to make her feel good. A way to make him feel good as well. She knew he was still hurting after what Ren had said to him. Why not do something to help ease the pain? After all, they weren't guaranteed a tomorrow.
When she reached up to kiss him again he didn't resist. No, rather he allowed himself to be pushed back by her, backpedaling until his legs hit the edge of the bed and he collapsed backwards, falling on his backside on the mattress. Yang climbed atop his lap, arms still wrapped around his neck and lips still hungrily taking his. Just tonight. Just one time. Just to feel something. Just to feel good.
Finally Jaune's hands decided to get a little bit adventurous, and they wrapped round her back where they began to rub through her jacket, one eventually coming up to touch her hair. He ran his fingers though her golden locks, earning a soft moan of contentment from the girl as she continued to wrestle his tongue into submission. She was feeling warmer already. She was feeling hot. It was suddenly far too warm in this room, and she needed to lose the clothes she was wearing.
But not just her. Yang stood up and tugged Jaune up to his feet before her prying hands started to pull and tug at the boy's belts. As she did so, one of his own hands reached up for her chest, or rather, for the zipper which kept her torso covered. He stopped short of touching it, and her.
"Do it," she breathed, nose scrunching as she desperately clawed at the leather restraints keeping her from getting at what was beneath his pants. "You have too many damn belts."
"And you have too many zippers," Jaune said in turn, trying to figure out what needed to be unzipped in order to remove Yang's complex pants.
Slowly but surely the two teens figured it out. Pants were cast aside. Armored plates were thrown off. A jacket here. A shirt there. All the while their hands kept roaming. They kept touching. Every inch of the other's body was unexplored land ripe for mapping. As Yang's hands trailed over Jaune's toned chest, she wanted to make sure that she remembered this conquest. She wanted to remember the night she planted her flag into this unclaimed ground, for she would never again return to it afterward. Just as he was about to plant his… flag inside her.
"Oh my gods," Jaune breathed as his warm blue eyes gazed over her finally nude body, drinking in the sight of her bare skin as she stood in front of him. Two parts of it in particular, she noticed.
"You like?" Yang asked, knowing full well what his answer was. She could see it on his face as clear as day. "You're not so bad yourself," she nodded down to what had been beneath his belts, his long sword standing at full attention despite the coldness of the room.
"Thanks," he said bashfully, though there was nothing to be bashful about. He was getting a full view of her like no one ever had before, just as she was of him. Right now they were both equally vulnerable. If Jaune's physical reaction was anything to go by, they were both equally yearning for the other's body as well.
Yang came close to Jaune again and put her hands on his shoulders, again urging him down onto the bed. He slid further and deeper onto the bottom bunk this time into a prone position, and Yang crawled after him until she was atop him. Her legs straddled his own just below the pelvis, and as much as his penis pointed up at her, her breasts dangled down on him. A good view for the both of them, she had to admit.
She lowered her body so that it was fully covering his. Her breasts squashed up against his chest, and she could feel his cock stabbing up into her stomach. Still, she leaned down and kissed him for a third time. Even though she felt no romantic love for him, they still felt good. He still felt good.
When she came back up for air Yang stared down at him with hard eyes. "Roll over," she ordered.
The squeaks of old springs sounded in their ears as Jaune did his best to flip both of them over on the bed without releasing his hold on her. Maybe he was scared that if he let go then she would change her mind about what was about to happen. In this moment Yang wouldn't dream of it. The soft, warm, and comforting feeling of another person's bare skin on hers was all she wanted right now. It may not have been Blake's but Jaune's would do for tonight.
Lying on her back now with Jaune's large bulk atop her, Yang felt strangely at ease with the boy between her legs. She felt incredibly warm too, beyond the fire of lust burning inside her. "That's better. As much as I'd prefer to be on top..." she trailed off, eyes flicking to above them. "The top bunk isn't really gonna let that happen."
"Right," he agreed. "So… you're sure about this?"
Yang appreciated his concern, but she wouldn't have gone this far with him if she wasn't sure. Still, she wanted to be absolutely clear with him before they went any further. "Jaune. I want you to know before we do this... I'm in love with Blake."
"I know."
So she was that obvious? And here she'd thought that her actions had been rather subtle. That she'd only expressed her interest in Blake when she was alone with the girl. Guess not.
"You don't mind then? Me using you just to... feel good?"
Jaune shook his head softly. "Only if you don't mind having a one night stand with one of your sister's best friends. Besides, who says I don't need to feel something too?"
Yang nodded. This was mutually beneficial then. No feelings. No romantic love. Just two friends. Two friends who needed each other right now. Two friends who didn't have anyone else or anything else in the world at the moment.
Two friends who weren't promised to ever get what they truly wanted in life.
The blonde girl sighed, and lifted a hand to gently stroke Jaune's cheek. She hadn't even thought about what he might be feeling at the moment. That he might also want some sort of physical or emotional release. "What Ren said cut you pretty deep, didn't it?"
"Yeah. But it wasn't untrue."
"Yeah, well, what he said about everything else wasn't untrue either. Just... could have said it nicer, I guess."
Jaune frowned. "Nice won't make it any less true. Either way, it doesn't matter. What matters now is just... if you wanna back out, I'll understand. We both kinda got into it in the heat of the moment."
Her arms come around his back, rubbing them as she moans softly. "Heat," she echoed. "Gods you feel warm. If we stay like this all night at least we won't freeze to death."
"I don't think we'd freeze anyway," he countered.
Yang laughed softly, shaking Jaune's body with her own as it pressed down on her. "Look I'm trying to justify doing this as many ways as I can. Don't be such a spoilsport. We have to do it to stay alive, got it?"
Jaune smiled down on her in turn, a few shaky laughs shooting through his nose. "Don't you know by now how bad I am with the ladies? Of course I'll be able to ruin the moment when I have a hot naked girl throwing herself at me."
She laughed once more, and for a second was able to lose herself in the moment as she felt a little bit of joy just as real and warm as Jaune's naked body was. Her arms trailed over his back, finally resting on the back of his neck as her real hand toyed with his hair. "Welp, time to see what Weiss missed out on," she said, before sucking in a breath. "Whenever you're ready."
He nodded, and rose slightly to prop himself up by planting his palms on either side of her head. From up there he got another prime view at her breasts, and his gaze lingered on her chest for a few seconds, making Yang feel proud and unashamedly attractive. Yeah, she knew her girls were her best assets, but it never hurt to get that kind of reaction from someone looking at them.
"Just so you know, I've never actually… done this before," Jaune admitted nervously.
"It's okay. Neither have I."
It may have been hard for him to believe that, with her having cultivated a reputation as a thrill-seeker and a wild party girl. However, Yang was also a responsible young woman with high standards. She would never have put out for just anyone. If this had been anyone other than one of her close friends, it never would have happened. In fact, there were only three people she could have ever pictured doing this with at a time like this. Jaune. Weiss. And of course… Blake.
"But people have been doing it as long as people have been around, so there's gotta be something to it, right?"
"Like natural ability?"
"Something like that. Our parts are made to go together after all. I'm sure it'll feel decent at worst."
"Decent at worst," Jaune echoed. "Just what every guy wants to hear. Like I'm not nervous enough as it is."
Yang snorted another laugh. Leave it to this dork to make her laugh seconds before they were about to have sex. "Oh be quiet, Jaune. You've got a hot blonde underneath you and you're complaining?"
"I'm just trying to do that hot blonde girl justice," he said, his light and humorous tone turning slightly more serious. "Gods, you're just so beautiful. I've never seen someone prettier than you."
Though she'd heard it all before from many, many people, for once it mattered to her. Jaune wasn't hitting on her. He wasn't trying to get in her pants. He was already in them. What he said in this moment were real and genuine thoughts. He truly and honestly did think she was the most beautiful girl in the world right now. And with that bionic right arm of hers, that meant something to her.
"How about you just do me and let what happens, happen," she suggested, licking her lips in anticipation. "Don't worry about it being good. Just let it feel good."
Jaune nodded down at her, and with one hand reached underneath him. Yang felt something hot and hard rub against the inside of her thigh. She inhaled sharply as she felt it poking up against her wet and even hotter womanhood. "Okay. If you're ready."
She took another deep breath, biting down on her lower lip before giving him a quick nod. "Ready."
He stared into her eyes as he made his move. Yang felt his manhood knocking at her entrance, and after a few slippery attempts, Jaune decided to come up on his knees so he could actually see what he was doing. Lifting Yang's pelvis slightly to get a better angle, he lined up with her pussy, and with agonizing slowness, pushed his head between her lips.
Yang winced, grimacing and sucking in a breath as he penetrated her. Jaune's gaze was back on her face and he stopped in an instant. "Sorry. Too fast?"
She shook her head on the pillow beneath it. "No. It's just… you're bigger than my fingers is all."
Jaune tried and failed to suppress a smile on his face. "Big," he repeated softly. "See, that's the kind of thing a guy wants to hear."
Yang rolled her eyes. Typical guy. "I'm fine. Keep going. All the way in."
The blond boy nodded, and his hands shifted to take Yang by the waist, pinning her in place so that he could continue. He went in deeper, sliding in inch by inch as Yang's body contorted under the unfamiliar invasion. More breaths were forced from her lungs and more gasps from her lips as she felt all of him entering inside her. Finally Jaune bottomed out inside her, and the rest of his body came back down onto hers, once more propping himself up above her with his hands on the mattress.
The pair of teens stared into each other's eyes for long seconds, drinking in the sight of one another's features as Jaune's cock sat inside her. A faint trace of peach fuzz decorated his cheeks, almost invisible to the eye thanks to it matching the color of his hair. This close to him, however, it was unmistakable. Jaune had grown up from a boy into a man in front of her very eyes. In front of all their friends. However, only she was present for his next step into manhood. Just as only he was there to take her hand on the road to womanhood.
Silence hung over the room, only the sounds of their breathing filling their ears as they laid there. That was, until, a soft… something, some sound, echoed in the back of Jaune's throat, and he pressed his lips together in a desperate attempt not to laugh.
As incredulous as it was, the feeling was contagious, and Yang had to work overtime to prevent herself from bursting into laughter as well. "What?" she managed to squeak out between her suppressed giggles.
"I don't know," he answered honestly, fighting back the urge to laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. This isn't even funny."
"I know it's not," she choked through her own laughs. Her chest heaved with exertion is as tried to hold it back. "We shouldn't be laughing during sex."
"I know. It's just… I can't help it. It's one of those things, you know? When you can't stop laughing when you know you shouldn't be."
Yang knew exactly what he meant. How could she not? She was suffering from the same giggle fit as he was. She had to do something, even if it meant overcompensating in other areas, to stop this madness.
She playfully slapped him on the shoulder, the echo of flesh on flesh ringing in her ears. "Well stop it!" she tried to order angrily, but coming out as a desperate and hilarious plea. "Sex with me shouldn't be funny. You should be thanking the gods you're having sex with Yang Xiao Long."
"I think that's just it. It's you and me. Who would have ever guessed it? It's so awkward."
Yang's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. "Okay, you got me for calling sex with you decent at worst," she admitted. "But you do not call being… inside me, awkward."
"Sorry," he blushed. Jaune's faced hung down, and in lieu of looking into her eyes, he was once more getting a nice view of her boobs. "It's amazing. Better than I could have ever imagined. You're like, supermodel hot, Yang."
She knew that. And yet, as before, it felt nice to hear it from someone who meant it. "That's more like it. Now… how about less chuckling and more fucking?"
"I mean if you're gonna start rhyming that might be a problem…"
No. No more problems. They'd already stalled for long enough. As much as Yang did appreciate the respite, and had gotten used to feeling his length and girth inside her, she wanted to keep going. She needed to keep going. She needed this release. Physical and emotional.
Lifting his chin with a finger, Yang forced Jaune to look into her eyes again. "Jaune."
"Yeah?"
"Fuck me," he breathed, and new intensity took hold of both her voice and gaze. "Make me feel it."
Jaune nodded, and as he took a deep breath he pulled his hips back. He slammed back into her with enough force to rock the bed. Enough to drive the breath from Yang's unprepared lungs, and earning a soft cry from her lips.
"Like that?"
Oh gods, that had felt good. She sucked in a breath and nodded hurriedly to him. "Yeah. Just like that. Come on. Let's go."
He pulled his hips back again and drove them home, this time softer, perhaps realizing from her reaction that his first thrust had been a little too intense. Another involuntary moan was torn from Yang's throat, and before she had time to take another breath Jaune had repeated the motion. He was starting to get the hang of it now, just as she was. After a few more experimental thrusts Jaune had settled down and was working at a steady rhythm now.
Wet squelching noises mingled with the grunts and groans of the two blondes as Jaune pumped into her. Yang, not wanting to lie there passively while her partner did all the work, snaked her arms around his back as he humped her body into the bed. Her mechanical right came to the back of his head, gently gripping and tugging at his hair and earned a gasp of contentment from the boy's lips. She pulled him down close to her neck, holding onto his head for dear life and pressing his face into her while she breathed hot and desperate moans into his ear.
Her left hand trailed down his back, searching for something in particular to grip, and after a few seconds found purchase on a surprisingly firm butt. Or at least the right cheek of it. As Jaune's butt thumped up and down onto her Yang groped at it, squeezing his flesh between her fingers as she got to admire his body just as much as he did hers. She may have been into Blake, but she was into guys as well. Jaune was as fine of a physical specimen as any.
"Ahhh, Yang," he breathed, the sound of pleasure on his lips sending chills down Yang's spine as she clenched down on both his ass and his hair. It was his own fault she was squeezing so hard. He was making her feel too good not to have to grab onto something.
Her teeth dug down into her lower lip, hissing breaths passing through the gap as he fucked her. "Don't stop," she gasped desperately. She wasn't close yet. She hoped that he wasn't either. "Don't stop don't stop don't stop…" she whispered, pleading with the boy who was pleasuring her.
To make sure that she would be able to finish, Yang released her hold on Jaune's butt and jammed her left hand between their two mingling bodies. Underneath the constant barrage of his pelvis and stomach against hers, she found the tiny target of orgasmic bliss hidden beneath its fleshy hood. Jaune was only able to rub against it slightly every time his cock thrust into her, but if she was able to focus on her clit with her fingers while he did so, she would be hitting high notes that Weiss could only dream of singing in no time.
Feeling the offending arm between them, Jaune came up once more to rest entirely on his knees, bringing Yang's waist up slightly with him. His hands moved to hold onto her stomach, and once his position had been secured resumed thrusting into her yearning pussy with everything he had. Yang's head dug deep into the pillow, her eyes closed and mouth agape as Jaune pounded between her legs with strength and vigor she didn't know he possessed.
"Yes… right there…" she gasped, uncaring of the moans and mewls being stolen from her lips at Jaune's hands. Or rather, by his cock. "Right there. Don't stop. Don't stop, Jaune…"
She was rubbing herself furiously as Jaune drove up to his hilt over and over. What had initially been unfamiliar and even a little painful had quickly turned pleasurable, and Yang couldn't get enough of his big cock inside her. Her feet planted themselves on the mattress and her back arched upwards as Jaune drove in and out of her again and again and again.
Jaune's hands moved from her stomach to her breasts, giving each a hard and desperate squeeze as he fucked her. Yes, that was the word. Fuck. Fuck. They weren't making love. This wasn't gentle or romantic. This was frenzied fucking. This was to make them both feel good. This was for pure physical release. Yang was sure there was science behind it, but right now as Jaune was filling her up with his cock she didn't care about that. All she wanted was more. All she wanted was to feel good.
Fingers opened and closed, roughly groping and kneading her breasts like enormous stress balls. Well, stress relief was why they were here, after all. "Yeah, you like my tits, don't you?" she growled, peeking up to see Jaune staring down on the mounds in his hands.
"Yes," he gasped, still pumping into her hard. She could hear the stress and exertion in his voice. "They're amazing. You're amazing, Yang."
"Keep squeezing them," she demanded. "Squeeze my big titties while you fuck me."
Yang had never given much thought to dirty talk before, and she never would have imagined hearing it outside of some scripted porno movie. However, here in the moment, here underneath Jaune as he drove her further and further down the road to rapture, it just seemed to come naturally. She was merely saying what came to her sex-addled mind, and she didn't care how it sounded.
If Jaune did care, or even notice at all, it didn't show. He kept fucking her. He kept breathing and grunting above her. The sheer primal fury in his sounds was driving Yang over the edge along with the assaults on her pussy and clit.
She was surprised when Jaune let go of her jiggling breasts, but found the hold on them replaced in an instant when Jaune's face came down on the left one, taking it between his teeth and giving it a harsh suck. After a few seconds his lips had found a good hold on them, and he began sucking on her like a baby might its mother. All the while he never stopped humping. He never stopped trying to get her off even as he greedily took her tit in his mouth.
As Yang stared at the top of his head she couldn't bring herself to be surprised. This would probably be the only night he would ever spend with her, so of course he'd want to do as much as he could with her. Groping and squeezing her breasts was one thing, but any guy in the world would want to get his mouth on them as well. She couldn't and wouldn't deny that it was pleasurable. Her breasts and especially her nipples were sensitive, and feeling Jaune's lips and tongue lavishing them with love and attention was yet another attack on her senses which threatened to push her over the edge. She was close. So close.
With her breaths coming out in desperate gasps now, Yang was at her limit. Her own hips began to buck and thrust upward to meet Jaune's downward ones, and her well-stimulated clit ached with sensitivity. Yang's mouth opened up impossibly wide, a silent scream pouring out as one final sharp thrust filled her body with ecstasy the likes of which she'd never felt before. Her right hand squeezed down on the back of his head, signaling her orgasm where her words couldn't.
There was no final romantic cry of Jaune's name. There was no cinematic announcement that she was cumming. She simply did. Her pelvis spasmed. Her legs kicked. Toes curled. Fingers squeezed down on him. A series of unattractive and unladylike squeaks and cries shot out from her lips, and Yang might have felt embarrassed by them had she not been so lost in the moment. As it was, she couldn't bring herself to care how she looked or sounded when she climaxed. All that mattered was that it felt good. It felt incredible. This was what she'd wanted and needed. It's what she'd received.
As her body shook and her lips cried out in orgasm, Jaune kept going. At least for another minute or so as his unrelenting attack on her body drew more moaning and thrashing from the blonde girl. Yang clamped a hand slick with her own desire over her mouth to try and stifle the screams as Jaune drew them out of her without mercy.
Maybe he was finally at his limit for his first time as well, or maybe her orgasm had forced his own, but Jaune began grunting and moaning louder and more frequently now as well. As she stared up at him through half-lidded eyes, she finally felt him pull out of her for good.
A second later a deluge of cum shot out, nailing her on the stomach and splattering on the underside of her breasts. Jaune continued to groan in pleasure, his right hand pumping rapidly on his shaft as he shot more and more of the white sticky substance out onto her. Yang didn't care that he was dousing her with his sperm. She didn't even care if he wound up getting some in her hair. All she could think about in that moment was that Jaune was cumming. He was cumming because she'd made him do that, just as he'd made her. She was responsible for bringing this young man to orgasm. She'd made him feel good. They'd shared something irreplaceable and unforgettable tonight. Regardless of what happened tomorrow, if there even was a tomorrow, this was a moment, this was a night that neither would ever forget.
After long seconds Jaune had finally emptied himself, leaving Yang's torso covered in long streaks and molten pools of warm white cum. Jaune's chest was heaving as he knelt between her legs, and staring down past her breasts, Yang saw that hers was doing the same. Their hot breaths filled the room, and despite the fact that her body burned hotter than the sun right now, it suddenly felt incredibly cold in the small remote outpost. She knew why.
It was cold without the warmth of his body on hers.
Jaune stared down at his handiwork and quickly scooted off the bed. He reached down and retrieved a sock of his, ready to use it to wipe up the mess he'd made on her body. But before he could clear it all away, Yang held up a hand for him to stop.
He watched as she took a single finger and slid it against one of his shots, scooping up a small finger-full of cum before sticking it between her lips. His blue eyes went wide, and as Yang's nose wrinkled slightly upon tasting it, she didn't regret trying it.
"What?" she asked innocently. "You tasted me. I thought I'd give you a try too."
"Oh. Um, how is it?"
Honestly? Not very good. Still, life was about trying new things. "An acquired taste, I'm sure," she answered, not wanting to tell him that cum was nasty. "Don't know if I'll ever have another chance to taste a guy's. So might as well try, right?"
Jaune shrugged. "I guess."
Yang got to her own feet, and bent down to begin collecting her clothes. Jaune did the same, and the two teens quickly began clothing themselves once more to stave off the cold. The small heater was working, but after just having hot and passionate sex with each other it might as well not have been there.
"I just realized Ren could have walked in at any time," Jaune spoke as he slipped his shirt over his head. "I can't believe we didn't think of that."
The threat of such a possibility had been lost on Yang during the heat of the moment. Probably for Jaune as well. Honestly with as cold as it was outside there really was only one likely outcome.
"He probably did," Yang admitted. "Probably walked back in and noped the fuck out the moment he saw us going at it like rabbits."
Jaune laughed. "I guess we were too busy to notice."
Yang laughed as well. The imagine of the angry young man coming back inside after brooding in the snow and seeing two of his friends having hot and wild sex out of the blue must have scared him right back out into the cold. If they made it back to Mantle after tonight they'd have to make it up to him somehow.
But first they had to make it through the night.
Yang took Jaune's hand in hers, squeezing gently on his fingers. "Hey."
He peered back up into her lilac eyes. "Yeah?"
"It's cold," she said, not for the first time this night. "And seeing how there's no chance Ren didn't just see us doing it, I want you to sleep with me tonight."
"Uh… like as in…"
"Like actual sleep," she clarified. "There's only two beds, so both of us in the bottom bunk. It'll feel good. And it'll be warm. You in?"
After what they'd just done, a little friendly and clothed cuddling seemed innocent and harmless in comparison. But as she'd said, it would feel nice to have someone next to her and holding her. There was the shared body heat as well.
Jaune's head tilted and his shoulders shrugged softly. "Sure. I guess."
Yang smiled up at him. "Nice. Now come on," she said as she stepped past Jaune, urging him with her head to follow. "Let's go get Mister Broodypants out of the snow. And I'll get back to working on the bike."
Jaune followed after her and the two stepped outside to find Ren sitting underneath a tree with his eyes closed. The trio went back inside, and none of them mentioned what had gone on between the two blondes only minutes earlier.
Author's Note: I would have had this out yesterday if the site hadn't been messed up. Oh well, better late than never.
As I watched the end of episode 4, I couldn't help but think of this idea despite the fact that Yang obviously had Blake on her mind. Whether or not you agree with her isn't really important, because in the end the events of this fic aren't about romance, but rather the desperation and depression they're all going through at the moment. The setup was perfect. They were alone. It was cold. They were all in a really bad place. There was a bed. So why not have some meaningless comfort sex to try and feel good in their darkest hour?
Anyway, hopefully you enjoyed this. As always, thanks for reading.