It was sometime around five o'clock in the afternoon, and Jaune sat in a large chair on the third floor of the library. He had originally come in to get out of the afternoon heat, but since sitting down he'd gotten a good bit of studying done. Now, however, as he stared down his history textbook spread open to a page he wasn't really reading, he had become distracted by a some rather deep contemplation. His thoughts were being swallowed by something, and things were feeling rather sticky.
His attentions were pulled back when he saw a flash of green move between two tall bookshelves a ways away. His eyes pulled the rest of his head to the right, and sure enough he spied Ren browsing one of the more obscure sections, intensely reading the titles in search of something specific. Just after him, dragging her feet and looking immensely bored of the entire situation came Nora. She wasn't big on literature, being more of a hands on learner, but Jaune knew she spent every possible moment at Ren's side, and despite Ren's stoicism it was plainly obvious to anyone who knew them well that he appreciated having her.
Jaune tried not to stand out, but it took all his focus not to, and it meant little when Nora's wandering eye caught him in it's view, and honed in on the remote possibility of something entertaining. The ginger haired ball of energy and static electricity bounced across the room, coming to an abrupt stop across the long wooden table surrounded by chairs and decorated every few feet with reading lamps.
Nora slammed her hands down on the table, startling Jaune so badly that he almost cried out, but by some miracle he managed to keep his voice hidden away. Nora's smile was warm and infectious, and he couldn't help but grin back at her as she titled her head curiously.
"What's up, leader? We haven't seen you all day! Were you just in here by yourself?" She leaned in a bit closer, making Jaune intensely nervous, but he was able to swallow and speak up, even if his voice did crack a bit.
"Y-yeah! Just sitting here, reading this book! I l-love books! Can't get enough of 'em!" He reached out for the textbook, but his hands felt like they were sweating enough to fill a salad bowl, and he nearly dropped it twice just trying to bring it up to his face to mime what reading might look like. Nora smiled sincerely, and let her eyes wander across the front cover for some context.
"Oh, you're studying... whatcha reading about?"
"Uh, w-well you see, it's-" he stammered, "It's just a...Hey!" he exclaimed, tossing the book over his shoulder, pretending not to notice the crashing and thud he heard shortly after. "Who cares, tell me what you're up to!" Jaune folded his hands on the table, trying to seem genuinely curious, but he felt the nervous sweat forming on the crown of his head, and he wanted nothing more in the world than for her and Ren to vanish from the face of the planet right this moment. His wishes weren't granted of course, and Ren, having found the tome he was looking for and tucked it safely under his arm, had begun making his way over to join his team. Nora welcomed him with her trademark toothy smile, but Jaune felt like he was going to explode from the pressure any moment now.
"Well, she's supposed to be helping me find some old recipes that I've been wanting to take a crack at," said Ren, playfully placing a hand on Nora's head. She leaned into it happily, and rubbed her hair into his palm until it was suitably ruffled. Just then Ren seemed to recall something, and turned to Jaune again. "I never did ask how things went with Velvet the other day. I assume since you didn't come back to the room crying she was happy to hear-"
Suddenly Jaune slammed his fists onto the table hard enough that several of the lamps hopped up off the wood surface and landed with a clatter. Nora and Ren flinched, leaning away from the table in shock. Jaune was glaring down at the table with clenched teeth, with enough frustration to make Nora worried. There was silence for a moment as the two of them tried to assess what had just happened, but Jaune broke it with a quivering voice.
"Look. I really don't want to talk right now. I know you two are just trying to b-be friendly, but I really-gah!" he interrupted himself with an exhalation of breath and a sudden gasp, which prompted Nora to reach a hand out in sympathy, but Ren placed his on it to stop her. "I just...really want to be..." he stopped, ground his teeth, then resumed after a moment, "Alone." He brought his face back up and did his honest best to look the two of his friends in the eye. He could feel the tears welling up, but when one finally broke free of his eye and ran down his cheek, even he was a bit taken back. Ren seemed to understand, and corrected his posture before giving a silent nod. Nora on the other hand didn't give in, and leaned over the table to get a closer look at Jaune.
"Jaune, if something is bothering you then you know you can talk to us. We're your team, and we're your friends and-" but she was cut off when Jaune brought a hand up to make a halting motion in front of her face.
"Nora, I know what you're going to say. And I appreciate it. I just -ahh- need a moment. I promise things will be back to normal t-tonight. Okay?" He pleased with her as sincerely as he could, and thought he might have been getting through to her. But then Nora saw the flush in Jaune's cheeks. Nora's eyes, full of woe and empathy, seemed to shift slowly into realization, and perhaps a little envy. She stared deep into Jaune's eyes, causing the color in his cheeks to flare even more, until finally she stood up straight again. Now her face was twisted into a sly grin, and Jaune knew the jig was up. But somehow Nora resisted the urge she must have had. Instead, she reached over without looking and grabbed hold of Ren's hand.
"Cmon, Ren. If he wants to be 'alone'," She put great emphasis on this word, to the point that if Ren had been a bit quicker he might have caught on, "We'll let him. Let's go back to the dorm and I'll let you can cook me up some dinner." She happily tugged Ren away and toward the stairs, not breaking stride even during his very brief moment of resistance.
"Nora we can't just- stop pulling, I- see you later, Jaune!" he shouted, just before disappearing from Jaune's line of sight. When the footsteps finally faded away, Jaune gasped and threw his head back so hard that it collided with the tall back of the chair, but the pain was nearly nonexistent as Jaune finally allowed his body to relax, and let his right hand fall into his lap to rest on a soft head of chestnut hair.
Velvet looked up at Jaune through bright, cheerful eyes that professed an absolute joy. Jaune wouldn't' have ever imagined her having a sadistic thought in her head, but clearly toying with his member as he struggled to hold a conversation with two of his closest comrades had tickled her quite a bit. Jaune watched her though watery, weary eyes as she playfully sucked on him, taking a little more than half of his length into her mouth and using her small hands to tend to the remainder. She had only done this a handful of times, but she's improved so fast that Jaune was starting to worry he might be dried out someday soon.
As Velvet bobbed her head up and down, stroking Jaune's head with her wet, increasingly nimble tongue, Jaune began to let out small but clear moans of pleasure. He closed his eyes and tried to fight the urge to finish, but when Velvet noticed he wasn't looking she became a bit frustrated and tried her newest technique, straight from the pages of a magazine she had to show ID to purchase. She pulled Jaune's length out of her mouth, kissed the tip gently, then popped the head back in before using her tongue to swirl in fast, determined circles. Each rotation sent a shiver throughout Jaune's body, and he could not stop himself from groaning or tightening his fist until it was full of Velvet's soft hair. She took pride in her work as she continued to pleasure him, and when he finally seemed nearly ready to give in, she stopped. Jaune opened his eyes and she saw just a tiny hint of fear.
Then she took his entire length into her mouth, plunging him as deep as she could and being sure to use her tongue to apply pressure to the soft, vulnerable head of Jaune's manhood until it reached the back of her throat. She had never attempted this, but the combination of Jaune's spasms of pleasure and the sensation of having him so deep kept her from recoiling, and finally Jaune released himself into her mouth. He watched in utter awe as she worked to swallow every drop, then opened her mouth and presented her pink, saliva coated tongue to him as proof of her triumph. Jaune closed his eyes and let Velvet refasten his pants. She patted his crotch lightly before crawling out from beneath the desk and fixing her messy hair.
"D'you think they noticed?" asked Velvet, struggling to straighten out a lock of hair that had been bent by Jaune's grabbing hand. She pulled the nearest chair to Jaune over so they could sit side-by-side, and planted herself in it. Jaune meanwhile had fastened his pants, and was fiddling with his belt buckle. In her head, Velvet imagined asking him to leave it undone, just in case she wanted seconds, but that was still too far out of her reach, and she was content to giggle and blush as Jaune finally sealed the clasp on his belt. That done, he leaned his head back and released a short, powerful sigh.
"Velvet, this stuff is really fun," he began, and then turned to look her in the eye. He hoped this would assert his sincerity. "But if we keep doing weirder and weirder stuff we're bound to get caught. Maybe we should take it down a notch?" He shrugged, and watched her closely to gauge her reaction. He didn't want her to think he was tired of their steamy little endeavors, but he really was nervous about what might happen if the wrong person found them in a compromising position. They both stood to get into a lot of trouble, especially since students were still liable for offenses that didn't have to do with weapon malfunction, or collateral damage due to errant training exercises. To his relief, Velvet nodded and her glowing face became adorably serious.
"I know, you're right. I always tell myself I'm not gonna take it too far when we meet, but somehow things just end up escalating. I can't help myself." Velvet was slightly embarrassed when Jaune had to remove her wandering hand from his thigh. It had somehow moved without her consciously wanting it too, and had begun making it's way to the belt buckle again.
"It's not like we have much choice though. We can't go to my room, my team's getting ready for another job soon. And you're too afraid to go to yours."
"I'm not afraid!" Jaune responded, with a note of offense. "I just- I mean if Ren saw us I-" Jaune realized at that moment that he was afraid. Whether it was of being caught vulnerable by his team, or simply by having to sleep with a straight face in the room where he and Velvet had explored their carnal desires, he could not say for certain. But as he sat there, glancing occasionally into Velvet's frankly mesmerizing eyes, he came to a hasty but firm conclusion.
He leaned into Velvet's ear and whispered, telling her to meet him in his room tonight, just before dinner. Nora would need to refuel, and Ren would be with her. Pyrrha had several extracurricular events and tasks that needed tending to before and after mealtime, and all that meant he had a clean two hour window where he could do as he liked in the room without fear of being accosted. It was a perfect plan, and Velvet had already begun to grow excited by the time they parted ways at the entrance of the library and headed back to their rooms to prepare.
Jaune showered, combed his hair, and put on his favorite underwear, which he considered lucky. He also splashed on a bit of the aftershave he had stolen from a hotel and never taken out of his luggage. It was a little strong, so in the hopes of diluting the smell a bit, as well as calming his nerves, he decided to go for a quick walk around the dorms to the shared lounge, to grab a sports drink in case Velvet wanted to get especially rowdy. As he left, Nora and Ren were slipping on their shoes to go down to dinner. They noticed him glowing and smelling vaguely of someone's grandfather, and asked what the occasion was.
"Huh!? Uh, well... actually I'm..." He considered lying. He truly did. But he knew that it was pointless, and mean in a way. So instead, he told a half truth. "I'm gonna invite Velvet to see the room. I dunno w-what she wants to come over for, but she insisted. I hope you guys don't mind?" He swallowed something stuck in his throat, but neither of his teammates seemed very concerned. It was a huge relief when Ren merely shrugged, and Nora responded nonchalantly.
"Whatever, just don't make a mess rolling in the hay with your little love bunny." She gave him a smug wink as she and Ren made their way to the door. Ren was gentlemanly enough to hold it open for her, and they exited promptly. As Jaune listened to their footsteps growing quieter, he wondered if Nora had simply made a lucky call, or is she had perhaps been scanning his text messages to Velvet and learned of their pet names.
Meanwhile, across the campus, Velvet had gone to great lengths to wash, wax, and preen herself carefully. The first time the two of them made love; calling it that still made her heart skip; they had been on her turf. She had also had a leg up thanks to a little liquid courage, but she was unaware of that fact. Now, however, she would be behind enemy lines. Jaune would undoubtedly be the one calling the shots, and as much as that excited her, it also made her nervous. She wanted to maintain some form of control, at least for as long as she could, and the best way she could do that seemed to be to hit him with a knockout punch right at the start. She'd arrive dressed to kill, and make the first move. If Jaune could turn things around and put her in her place, all the better, but she hoped to see the cute face he made when he was flustered. Whenever she took charge, it was like a cat with a mouse. But when Jaune decided to take the lead, it was like-
"Is Honey Bunny gonna see her 'Big Bad Wolf' again?" asked Coco, who was occupied with cleaning her massive gun when Velvet finally stepped out of the still slightly steamy bathroom. Velvet was a little embarrass, but mostly proud. Coco liked to tease, but it came from a place of love, and she was genuinely happy that Velvet seemed to be enjoying her passing fancies. Velvet proceeded to slip into a pair of wedges she borrowed from Coco. She borrowed the entire outfit from Coco really, which explained the dark color of her form fitting dress. She preferred light things, but Coco assured her that the way to a man's heart went from bust to hips to waist. Before leaving, Coco touched up Velvet's makeup to make sure her big, shimmering eyes truly popped out, and gave her a firm pat on the butt for luck as she exited.
Velvet slung her handbag over her shoulder and walked confidently down the halls and through the campus to Jaune's dorm room. She took notice of the turned heads and mumbles as she passed students both male and female. Everyone was interested in her, but she smirked as she considered how only on person would have their curiosity satisfied this evening.
Velvet arrived just a minute after Jaune had returned from his brisk jog to the kitchen. She rapped on the door three times with her outstretched hand and waited. Jaune finally answered the door, dressed in a tight fitting t-shirt and a pair of shorts that they both realized would slide off nice and easy if the need arose. A quick glance up and down the boy told Velvet that he too had gone the extra mile tonight, and she was flattered by it. Meanwhile, Jaune was stuck in the doorway, running his hungry blue eyes along her curves and trying undoubtedly to come up with a better word than nothing at all. Seeing her opening, Velvet reached out a hand and placed it gently on the boy's still broadening chest.
"W-whoa, sorry I just-" Velvet did not say anything, she only began walking forward and pushing Jaune back as she did. She hooked her foot around the door and kicked it shut, listening for the click of the latch bolt as it popped into place. "Velvet wait, I wanted-" Jaune tried his best to find some footing, but within a moment he had backed into his own bed and fallen over thanks to his shaking legs. As he lay on his back, defenseless as a small turtle, he watched Velvet set her knee onto the mattress and bring herself up to sit snuggle upon his lap. His heart began to pound the song of war as Velvet's small, soft hands slipped beneath his shirt and slid up, lifting the cotton cloth up until his belly was totally exposed. He felt totally vulnerable, but did not resist further, hoping beyond hope that this was going the way he imagined.
"We don't have a lot of time, you said it yourself," whispered Velvet. She leaned in, putting her face just inches from Jaune's. When the color in his cheeks intensified, she knew she had struck home with her performance. "Let's skip the prologue and get to the climax, okay?"
Before Jaune could reply Velvet was upon him. She pressed her glossy lips to his and pried open his mouth so that her soft, wet tongue could invade and begin storming the castle, so to speak. Jaune's garrisoned forces retaliated, and the two met in battle. They ran their tongues over and under one another, tasting and savoring the feeling of being gently intertwined. Velvet brought her hands up to Jaune's cheeks, and noticed he had cleared himself of stubble, leaving smooth skin and a light cologne which she remembered being not dissimilar to the brand her grandfather wore. She always adored the smell. As thanks, she pulled her tongue out of Jaune's mouth and softly nibbled his lower lip.
Jaune's hands had found her hips by then, and had begun caressing her from there up to her bust. He took in the sent of her skin and hair, bathing in it and letting it cloud his thoughts. He wanted her now even more than the first day they had ever made love. It still made his chest feel warm to think of it that way. As he lay on his back, he reached his right hand around to the back of Velvet's head and ran his fingers through her soft hair. She was nibbling his lip, but he wanted to taste her again, and so he pulled her in close and resumed the oral contest Velvet had tried to break off. He loved how soft her lips and tongue were. He loved the shy way she liked to play when they kissed. He had closed his eyes when Velvet's lips met his, but for just a moment he wanted to look at her, and so he opened them to see her face. Her cheeks were flushed red, and her hair was falling over him in long, brown locks that made him want to run his hands through their length like petting a small animal.
Velvet felt something big and warm run down her back and to her bottom, which was sitting comfortably on top of Jaune's growing bulge. Jaune's hand found it's prize, and gave her right cheek a playful squeeze. She could help but giggle, and Jaune took it as license to press on. She felt him pat her proudly perky butt, and even saw fit to give him a little wiggle. This would ultimately prove to be her downfall.
Jaune finally found his inner predator, and reached down with both hands to the hem of Velvet's skirt. He grabbed tight and pulled it up, bring it to her waist and exposing a soft behind covered only barely by a pair of lace panties that looked more like a loose coalition of strings and perhaps three square inches of fabric in total. Jaune felt his manhood pressing up against Velvet's stomach, and could not help himself from grabbing Velvet's pert posterior. Velvet let out a soft moan as he took hold of it, and pulled away from their kiss once more to speak. She opened her dreamy eyes and smiled arrogantly down at Jaune as he ran his hands gently over her bottom.
"They're like a little gift-wrapping. Just pull on the strings." She watched Jaune's eyes wander down to her panties, which were indeed secured primarily by twin laces that she had to spend nearly half an hour learning to tie correctly. It paid off, she thought.
Jaune let his hands fall and seek out the strings that kept Velvet from him, and gave them a firm tug. All at once the lace and silk ensemble fell apart, landing quietly on Jaune's crotch and exposing Velvet to the elements. He looked up at her face again, and watched the color in her cheeks deepen as she shyly looked away. This broke him, and he could not stay his urges any longer. With one mighty heave, he flipped the pair of them over so that Velvet was pinned in his stead. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head without really thinking why, and gazed down at her. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples had hardened until they poked through her dress. She was totally naked from the waist down, and the v shape that lead from her hips to her pelvis looked like an arrow to Jaune, pointing right at paradise. He licked his lips, and prepared to speak, but Velvet silence him at once by bringing her slender, creamy legs up to wrap around his waist, where they locked at the ankle around him.
Jaune reached down and pulled at his shorts, until they slid down to his knees and revealed his bulging member. He grabbed hold of it and pressed the head against Velvet's divide, noticing that she was fit to drip, and quivering besides. She closed her eyes and bit her lip in anticipation, and the young man obliged. In one smooth but tortuously slow movement, he inserted himself into Velvet's warmth, inch by hot inch, until his hips met hers and he could plunge no further. Velvet's back arched powerfully, and she let out a moan that might raise the dead. Jaune let her savor the sensation for a moment, and watched her writhe beneath him.
Velvet had already reached orgasm, due to both the slow burn and the anticipation of the event. She opened her eyes to see Jaune perched above her, and blushed until she couldn't bare to see him anymore, and looked away. Jaune's hand found her cheek, and turned her face back to his, right before leaning into to kiss her.
Jaune began a slow but firm rhythm of thrusting, accompanied by soft kisses that Velvet adored. Every time Jaune dove into her, she felt a shiver run up her spine, and Jaune felt his member twitch. He would fill her to the brim today, he could feel it, but for now he wanted to enjoy the feeling of being in her as well as the show she put on with her moaning and writhing and panting and begging for more. He picked up the pace after a moment, listening to her breath as it grew heavier. He rode her to his heart's content, until finally her hands shot up to wrap around his back. Her nails dug into his skin, and she cried out in desperation.
"You're so hard this time! Why is it so good!? I'm already-" she cried.
Jaune knew her too well, though. He knew how her body worked, and what it liked. And when the time was perfect, he brought his hips back, and thrust with all the power he had, colliding with her pelvis and sending a wave of pleasure through her small body until her words became a mix of grunts and whimpers. She came again, from that singular thrust, and squeezed him with her entire body. He let her ride the wave for a few seconds, then began thrusting again. His pace was quickened, and his power increased. Velvet could barely speak between gasps.
"Fuck me, Jaune! Agh! It's never f-f-felt like th-this! You've never d-done me like this!" Velvet's speech was devolving rapidly, and she could only spout the obvious. Her mind was a chaotic storm, strangled by endorphins and other pleasure chemicals. She couldn't loose her thighs vice-like grip on his waist if she wanted to know. Her every bodily movement were either involuntary, or an intentional play to try and coax Jaune's manhood even the slightest bit deeper into her sopping wet flesh. She could hear the sounds of him crashing into her. They were an orchestra of skin hitting skin, and their combined natural lubricants slipping and splashing, and though she found them slightly embarrassing, she was too distracted by the absolute rooting she was getting this afternoon. When at last she could feel Jaune's hard thing begin to twitch gently, she could think only of the sensation of his seed bursting forth into her. She wanted to be filled. And she knew that Jaune wanted the same thing.
"You want me to cum inside, Velvet?" Jaune asked, looking down at her red face to watch her shifting expressions. She nodded, still moaning and gasping for air. "No, you have to beg. Be a good girl and beg for it, or I'll pull out right now." Jaune felt quite masculine in this instance, and even felt like it was fair payback for the library. He wanted to feel like he was the predator this time, and Velvet was desperate to do whatever it took to receive her warm, gooey gift.
"I want-agh! I want it! I want it, give it to me!" she shouted. Jaune clicked his tongue and told her to try harder. He gave another powerful thrust, and Velvet arched her back and neck involuntarily. "I'm sorry! Give...ah! Give me your cum, Jaune! Fill my- AGH! Fill my p-aaahhhhh!" Velvet came again, and now her muscles were beginning to burn from the constant flexing she seemed to be doing. "P-please, Jaune! I want cum! I want cum!"
"Who's cum?"
"Jaune's! I want Jaune's cum inside!"
Jaune leaned in and took advantage of Velvet's gaping mouth, slipping his tongue in and drawing her into one last, deep kiss as he thrust for the last time and let loose his seed into her belly. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, refusing to let him go as he finished into her, and the two of them stayed stuck in place for what felt to them like hours. When at last Velvet was able to relax, Jaune rolled off of her and onto his back. They lay there for a while, basking in the glow. Velvet could already tell she wouldn't be walking normally for a short while, and Jaune didn't think he had a single drop left in him. They caught their breath, then looked at one another. Warm smiles were slapped across their red faces, and they couldn't help but laugh. Jaune sat up, his member still at attention, and asked Velvet is she had had enough. She sat up as well.
"Not even close. Let's do it in the bathroom this time, I-" Velvet began, but was cut off by Jaune.
"Wanna watch ourselves in the mirror?" He concluded, and grinned.
"Oh my god, you're in my head!" Velvet exclaimed. She stood up, grabbed hold of Jaune's hand, and lead him to the bathroom. Their laughter echoed as the door shut behind them.
At that moment, the closet door that concealed various boxes of secret flour and sugar as well as some winter clothes packed in boxes, crept open. A head of ginger hair emerged, followed by a girl dressed in pink and white. She was breathing heavily, and glancing around the room to be sure it was clear. She brought her hand up to examine it, and stared at the warm, wet stuff that glazed her fingers. Her thighs were shimmering with it too, and her panties were totally soaked through. Quietly, she made her way out of the room and back to the dining room, where Ren was still waiting for his wallet.